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kiss-me-cill-me · 4 months

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could you write a fic about any cillian character, of ur choice, were its the readers first time and he is really sweet and gentle? Luv your writings btw!!!

Any character, you say...? 👀 Well, then I guess it's time to take a shot at my white whale. I love zombies, I love 28 Days Later, and I love Jim. I have been somewhat avoiding writing for him because I didn't feel like I had any strong concepts for a fic, and I struggle to get his "voice" right in my head for the dialogue. But gosh darn it, the world needs more Jim fics. And I feel like this prompt just fits him. Thank you for the request, anon, and for giving me the push I needed!

Morning Light

Pairing: Jim (28 Days Later) x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: In a rare moment of peace in a strange new world, you and Jim find comfort in each other's arms.

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity (for reader, not Jim), oral (f receiving), praise, brief mention of past attempted sexual assault (basically what happens in canon), for the purposes of this fic we're gonna pretend that Jim doesn't get shot in the stomach lmao

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Jim’s lips taste like something you can’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it is, it has you swooning. Dizzy with desire as you inhale; trying to steady your breath while your hand trails down over his bare chest.

“We really don’t have to,” he murmurs.

“I know,” you reply. “But I want to.”

You lean in for another kiss. Bodies pressed so tightly together, laying on the rickety little bed in the tiny cottage you now call home, you truly do want nothing more. Jim, stretched lazily out beneath you, brings a hand up to cup your face and deepen the kiss. Your senses swell with that scent, whatever it is, and your eyes flutter closed against the light that streams in through the windows.

“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling away again, just enough to speak.

His nose still brushes softly against yours, and his thumb trails over your cheek. You feel yourself melt deeper into his touch, almost too distracted to remember to respond.

“I’m sure.”

“But… really? So soon after…”

You know what he’s about to say. What he doesn’t want to remember; choosing instead to let himself trail off as he smooths his fingers over your jawline. But that - that horrible thing that almost happened - is all part of the reason why you want Jim so badly. You want your first time to be with him. To be special; with someone you truly care for.

Years and years ago, when all of your friends had been so desperate to grow up and run headfirst into their sexuality, you had been content to wait. But now, things have changed. Being alive suddenly feels fragile and impermanent, and your dangerous encounter with the soldiers has taught you that life doesn’t wait for you. Nor does it wait for that perfect moment.

Although, this moment here with Jim does feel somehow perfect. Jim’s body against yours is warm, and even with both of your sweaters flung over the side of the bed, you feel a heat washing over your chest as Jim wraps his strong arms around you a little tighter.

“Jim, are you really the nervous one here?” You laugh, your voice a bit airy and high as it betrays your own nerves.

“M’not nervous,” he scoffs. “I’m just… I don’t want to hurt you, or force you into anything.”

You let your body sink into his. Jim pulls you even closer, pressing your weight into his chest. Your forehead rests lightly against his, noses still touching as you laugh again.

“Girl gets you naked in bed like this, and you still think you’re forcing her?” you tease.

“Well, fair.” Jim relents. “You were the one who took off my clothes.”

Jim nuzzles into another kiss as he speaks, breaking some of the tension and making you clutch at his chest. This time, his lips linger against yours a little longer, parting just slightly so the tip of his tongue can dart out. You feel the ache inside of you deepen, your body calling out to his.

“But you’re sure, though?” Jim asks again. He moves his hand to your shoulder, steadying you. “You do want to? We don’t have t-”

His words are cut off by your hand drifting lower, until your fingers are wrapped tightly around him. Despite Jim’s insistence that you don’t “have to,” it’s abundantly clear that he wants to.

His skin is like silk under your fingers. Your hand moves slowly up and down, coaxing him on as you bite at his lip. Jim breaks the kiss to lean his head back into the pillow, eyes still shut as an expression of bliss overtakes his features.

“Okay - you’re sure you haven’t done this before?” he jokes, one blue eye cracking open to look at you.

You try to contain a laugh.

“Don’t flatter me,” you tease back. “It’s probably just been months since you’ve gotten any…”

“Ouch, insulting my masculinity and yet she still expects me to fuck her.”

Jim meets your sly look with one of his own, just as your expression crumbles into embarrassment. His smirk quickly turns into a smile, seeing the effect his words have.

“And she likes a little dirty talk, does she?”

Your face heats up even more, and Jim kisses the tip of your nose.

“Sorry, love. Just can’t resist teasin’ ya,” he hums.

Despite your inexperience, you feel certain that you’re not supposed to feel this flustered. But, Jim has that effect on you. He always has. The pressure that’s been steadily building between your legs suddenly feels even more uncomfortable.

“Having second thoughts?” Jim laughs as you wriggle against him.

“You wish,” you challenge, pressing your nose against his a bit harder.

Suddenly, Jim grabs your waist and flips you over, so that his weight is pressed over you. He sinks a kiss into the hollow of your neck - still gentle, but with a hint of lust now that’s becoming impossible to ignore.

“Guess I might as well just give in if y’want it so badly,” Jim whispers, his breath fanning hot against your chest.

His words send a thrill of excitement through you; bursting out from your lungs and rushing all the way down to your toes. You bring your hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as he pulls away from you. You’re confused for a moment, until he looks up into your eyes as he sinks lower down your body.

“How’s this?” Jim starts. “First I’ll eat you out, an’ then we can see how you’re feeling.”

The air seems to catch in your throat, but you nod. Jim plants a soft kiss on your stomach before drifting lower, hands parting your legs so that he can settle in.

“Lucky me,” Jim says, taking a long look at you. “Pretty face and a pretty pus-”

“Jim!” you cry, covering your face with your hands.

He kisses the inside of your leg, teasing with a gentle nip of his teeth.

“Ah, don’t get all shy on me, now,” he murmurs.

You look down to see a devilish glint in Jim’s eyes, staring back up at you. They’re so blue, you think you could drown in them. But, you fight to shake yourself out of the trance.

“It’s hard not to when you’re… looking at it,” you complain, laughing nervously.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed - I mean it. You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks burn hotter than ever as Jim continues.

“Every part of you is beautiful.”

He kisses your leg again, and before you have a chance to respond, his lips have moved over your core, and you gasp. Jim’s mouth is warm and wet; his tongue pressed flat against you as he gives you a moment to get used to the sensation. It’s so different from anything you’ve ever felt. Of course, you had touched yourself there before - but Jim’s tongue is nothing like the rough pads of your fingers. It’s so soft, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress, prompting a low creak from the ancient bedframe.

Jim’s tongue moves just a centimeter, brushing up against your clit as he sucks gently into his mouth. You can’t help the soft sigh that leaves you, or the way your fingers grab onto the bed sheets, fabric bunching up in your grip.

“How’s that feel, love?” Jim asks, breaking away.

“It’s… wow,” you answer, already a little out of breath.

“Rave reviews,” Jim jokes, smile creeping back over his face. “Tell all your friends, yeah?”

You have half a mind to shove him, if only you could find the willpower to reach down between your legs. As it is, all you can do is let out another breathy sigh. Your body feels strangely heavy, and you use every ounce of your strength to move your hips down toward him.

“Jim… more,” you plead.

You expect him to make another quip, but instead, you feel his tongue press against you again, the fan of his breath tickling you as he sighs happily. Your fingers curl, and your back arches. One of Jim’s hands comes up to find yours, peeling your fingers out from the blankets so that they can intertwine with his. You squeeze his hand, feeling yourself grow more and more desperate as the swirl of new sensations overwhelm you.

“J-Jim-”

You barely get to start your sentence before the pleasure reaches its peak, washing over you like the rays of soft sunlight still pouring in through the windows. Your sharp cry turns into a gasp, breath hitching as your whole body seems to buzz. Jim’s hand in yours anchors you, as his lips kiss you gently through your release.

When he sits up, Jim’s face is just a bit too smug.

“What are you smiling at?” you groan, throwing your head back into the pillow to stare up at the ceiling.

“Making you feel good,” Jim answers sincerely.

He kisses his way back up your body, finally pressing his lips to your shoulder and leaving another small bite.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

You sigh, letting all of the air leave your lungs. The pause lingers for a brief moment before you answer.

“Like I’m floating.”

“That good, huh?”

You can practically hear the smirk in Jim’s voice. Weakly, you bat at his arms.

“Don’t get all cocky,” you warn.

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Jim really is unbearable. You look at each other for a moment, Jim’s eyes fixed intently on your face, while you can still hardly focus on what’s in front of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Still want to keep going?” Jim asks you.

“Mmmm,” you sigh, nodding your head.

Jim’s hand slides down to cup your sex, one finger brushing against your entrance. He leans up to kiss you properly, pausing at the feel of your tongue in his mouth as you press past his lips. Whatever you had tasted there before was gone; replaced by your own slightly tangy arousal. Jim groans, and a deep hum fills your mouth.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispers.

But as soon as he pushes past your resistance, you know there’s no chance of you stopping him. The stretch is too good. You’ve done this before to yourself, too - but your fingers are slender compared to Jim’s. His fill you up and have you nearly seeing stars as you cling to him, moving to grasp his arms for support.

“Feels good?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The stretch only stings a little bit, and you’re so wet you barely even notice. The pleasure takes over as Jim pumps in and out of you, coating his finger with your slick.

“One more,” you beg.

“Be patient,” Jim scolds, as he continues to slowly work you open. “Try to relax a bit more.”

You do; letting your body settle down onto the mattress. As you relax your muscles, trying to focus again on your steady breathing, Jim kisses the edge of your jaw.

“Okay,” he says. “Tell me if this is too much.”

Despite your best attempts to loosen up, the addition of a second finger is just a bit painful, stretching you beyond anything you’ve felt before. You jump, a little surprised, then relax into the feel of it.

“Still alright?”

“Mmm-hm,” you reply, breathing slowly out through your nose.

“Good,” Jim breathes. “Doing so well for me, love.”

His words make you melt, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers. Jim lets out a low moan.

“Fuck,” he laughs. “You’re gonna feel amazing. Can’t wait ‘til you’re wrapped around me.”

There’s that familiar heat on your face, rushing in as Jim makes your whole body burn with his words yet again. Not as filthy as before, but somehow the genuine lust in his voice is even worse. You feel him yearning for you; still pressed hard against your leg as he patiently stretches you out. You tilt your head back into the pillows, silently begging him to kiss your neck, and Jim’s lips press over your pulse.

“Jim?” you sigh.

“Hm?”

“Can you please stop stalling and fuck me now?”

You feel Jim smirk against your neck, clearly enjoying the fact that you have a dirty mouth, too - when you want to. He presses one more kiss to your collarbone.

“Stalling, am I? First time I’ve heard a girl call it that.”

Jim laughs, briefly, and you feel his breath fan over you again.

“I’d ask if you’re sure you’re ready,” he taunts. “But I really don’t think I’ve ever made anyone this wet before.”

You’re so turned on you almost forget to be embarrassed, but the feeling of Jim shifting to line up with your entrance is enough to make that burning heat creep over your cheeks again.

“Are you ready, though?” Jim asks, kissing you quickly before pulling back to let you answer.

“I am.”

You reach up to wrap your arms tight around him again as he sinks into you, pressing forward inch by inch. Your eyes widen by the time he’s halfway in, shocked at how it just keeps going. Jim feels your hesitation and stops.

“Everything alright?” he pants. Clearly, Jim is having a bit of trouble composing himself, too.

“It’s fine,” you reply. “Just… big.”

Jim laughs, a little more strained than usual as your walls press all around him.

“You’ll really have to stop stroking my ego like that if you want this to last more than five minutes, love,” he teases.

“Jim…” you start to complain.

“I know, I know. ‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she says,” Jim mutters. He presses into you a bit more, and a soft, desperate sigh leaves your lips. “Or at least, she would if she could think straight,” he continues.

He’s right; you’re not thinking of anything other than him, and how he’s filling you up so completely. Stretching out your walls and touching places inside of you that you didn’t know even existed, until now. Replacing the dull ache of your arousal with an unfamiliar pressure - but certainly not an unwelcome one.

“How’s it feel?” Jim asks.

“It’s… different. Feels kind of weird,” you admit.

“Okay, you don’t have to keep my ego in check that much,” Jim laughs. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, and then close. “But, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Jim’s face dips down to your shoulder, and you can tell that he’s barely still able to hold it together. Although you had been joking earlier, you’re certain that it truly has been months for Jim. You can’t say for sure when the last time he got laid was, but it had to have been before the start of everything. Poor guy. This is the perfect opportunity to mess with him. Call it payback for all the teasing.

“Alright,” you sigh, trying to keep your voice light and jovial. It’s harder than it should be when your heart is pounding out of your chest. “I got what I wanted out of you; we can stop now.”

Jim groans above you, his forehead pressing even deeper into the crook of your shoulder.

“You’re joking,” he whines, one hand gripping at your waist. His fingers tighten a little. “Please say you’re joking.”

You stay silent, lips pursed together in a barely-contained smile. Jim pulls back to look at you, and instantly notices the smug look on your face.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jim huffs, pressing his lips against your neck once again in a hungry kiss.

He pinches your hip, making you squirm. Jim steadies you, holding you in place as he plants another kiss on your lips, then pulls back.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” he teases.

“You mean the good part wasn’t watching you almost cum all over the sheets just from eating me out?”

Now it’s Jim’s turn to be flustered, and you watch with delight as a soft dusting of pink crosses his cheeks.

“You’d better watch it,” Jim says, squeezing you again. “I was gonna be gentle, you know. But if you keep this up, I might just have to fuck you silly.”

You giggle, the sound of your bright laughter filling the room. For a few seconds, the only thing in the world that matters is Jim. Every moment that’s brought you here, no matter how painfully etched in stone, is worth it to be here with him.

“Will you, though?” you say, bringing Jim’s face a bit closer so yours can look into his eyes. “Be gentle?”

“Of course,” Jim hums, leaning down to kiss your soft lips. “Are you still feeling okay?”

“Yes…”

And you are. You've gotten used to the stretch, and the strange pressure has built into a need that has you fighting to stop yourself from pushing up against Jim’s hips, desperate for friction.

“You sure?” Jim asks, sensing that something has been left unsaid.

“I just… I want to feel you move,” you admit, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Jim turns his head to kiss your temple, letting his lips hover over your warm skin.

“That's the good part, love,” Jim teases. “Wrap your legs around me,’kay?”

You do as he says, bringing your legs up to fold around his waist. It causes Jim to hit at a new angle inside you, and for a second you think about backing out. This feels like it could be too much; like he's able to press too deeply inside of you - and the thought of giving someone else so much of yourself is daunting.

But when Jim starts to move, gently and carefully, all of your worries disappear. The first few times he thrusts feel a bit strange, but soon, the feeling is making you lightheaded in the best possible way. Not to mention the way that the swell of his head seems to part you, making you clench at his absence and sigh in pure bliss when he fills you back up. You can feel every inch of yourself as he slowly rocks in and out, hips staying close to avoid overwhelming you.

“Jim!” you cry, squeezing your legs around him a little harder.

“You like it there?” he grunts, his voice gentle but laced with desire.

He changes his angle to hit the spot again, and this time your fingers press into his back. Jim kisses you, swallowing your moans as you feel yourself building toward your release. This time, with Jim pressing deep inside you, you feel yourself clamp down around him.

“Gonna come for me again, pretty girl?” Jim whispers.

Your body is too rigid to even nod as you feel it finally wash over you - a wave of pleasure more intense than you can handle. You're panting and laughing all at once as Jim presses kisses all over your face.

“That was incredible,” he praises, softly.

You look up to see him, his face framed so perfectly in the glow of the morning light. His lips are slightly parted, awe plainly written in the way his eyes trail over you. You have a sudden urge to run your fingers through his cropped hair, and press his mouth to yours.

But instead, Jim leans down to give you another gentle kiss. That taste on his lips is back again, slightly sweet and utterly addictive.

“Enjoy your first time, love?” Jim teases, pulling himself out of you with one final, toe-curling drag. He kisses you again, lips pressed firm against yours like there’s truly nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

You surface from your post-sex haze just long enough to be confused. Aren't these things supposed to end with a little more… bravado?

“Jim, aren't you gonna…? Don't you want to…?”

“Not this time, love,” he cuts in. “Like I said, don't want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me!” you protest.

Jim pauses, still hovering just above you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his low voice getting a shade darker.

“Maybe not, but I do think I might break the poor bed if I let myself do everything I want to ya,” he murmurs.

“We can sleep on the floor,” you say, responding without hesitation.

Jim laughs softly, trailing his fingers over the swell of your hip. He pulls back to look at you again, blue eyes swimming with lust.

“Don't worry, love - you look so good like this, I'm not gonna be able to resist it for long. But for now…”

Jim flops down onto the rickety bed, pulling you with him to rest on his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath makes you feel calm, soothing you all the way down from your high. Jim brings a hand up to cradle your neck, pressing you into him just a bit more so that he can lean down to kiss your forehead.

As you lay there together, your eyes flutter closed.

“Jim?”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he scoffs.

Same playful Jim that you first fell for, weeks ago now. You can't help but smile, and snuggle up a bit closer.

“For always being here for me,” you answer.

“Of course, love.” Jim's breaths are slowing down now, lulling you into the same sleep that he's quickly falling into. “Any time.”

You kiss him, lips pressing into his bare chest, and Jim’s arms squeeze you tightly. As the sunlight streams in through the dusty windows, blanketing both of you in its warmth, you realize just how lucky you are. You press an ear against his chest, listening to the thrum of Jim’s heartbeat.

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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🍒Cherry Ice Cream (2)🍒

A/N: Part two is here! There won't be another one after this. I just wanted to split it into two little scenarios with one being cute and the other not so cute lmao...I hope you enjoy - as always I appreciate feedback a lot!

taglist: @lovely-ateez

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), lifeguard!au, pool sex, unprotected sex

words: 3.4 k

PART 1 (fluff, both parts can be read independently)

It was the middle of the summer holidays and you had never been happier. Sunny weather, swimming, lots of free time and as much ice cream as you wanted were only a few of the reasons for your luck. The main cause was the boy of your dreams. A few weeks ago, you had met. It had been the most chaotic, embarrassing day at the public swimming pool – or so you had initially thought. Turns out being a walking disaster could not only attract negative attention. When the otherworldly handsome and kind lifeguard had pulled your clumsy figure out of the water and even bought you ice cream to make you feel better, you had a feeling things were about to change. And you hadn’t been wrong. Maybe you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses and a mix of lovestruck hormones, but you suspected he might just really be this great.

Ever since your first ice cream date, the two of you had been inseparable. Looks were one thing – and you had made yourself aware that though he was a picture of perfection, he could still have turned out to not be your type at all. But the inside reflected on his outside. Every day you found out a new enrapturing detail about him. He was a never-ending book that you were utterly unwilling to put back down.

Your days were spent at the public swimming pool, watching your lifeguard boyfriend do his job and questioning if this was all some sort of hidden camera prank. During his break he came running straight to your spot under the trees and plopped down on your towel, ready to spend the most time with you until he had to go back. Although your streak of bad luck was over, he still took care of you and made sure you were okay in the heat. He reminded you to drink enough water and sent you a good morning text every day. When he had first asked you to help him put sunscreen on his shoulders, you had hesitated with cheeks hotter than the sunlight that day. Now it was a daily thing, and sometimes when his hands were on your back, rubbing in the lotion, you caught yourself wishing there weren’t a hundred families around you. But it was hard scoring alone time with him at the pool. Even later at night, right before closing time, there were always one or two diehard swimming fans there.

“I love watching my cute girlfriend swim,” he would keep telling you.

“You better make sure you’re paying attention to the rest of the visitors, too,” you would reply, but secretly love his flirty remarks. Perhaps he wasn’t even so far off. After your first encounter, it was apparent that maybe you were the one guest who didneed the closest monitoring. Even his co-workers knew of you. They had made it their life mission to remind him daily how whipped he was for you, but he never cared about their teasing.

At night, you rode your bikes home. Towards the candy cotton clouds on the horizon, through the small suburb, you rode side by side, still damp hair flowing in the wind. Outside your home he cupped your face then, the sun kissed skin of his hands still warm to the touch. Like he was the slowly setting sun himself, he kissed you goodnight. You were addicted to his lips. He made you fly, brought back all your fondest memories as if he himself was in them, and let you forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.

One evening at the pool, you lay on your bathmat, headphones in your ears and your favorite summer playlist taking you to another world. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the shoulders. You jerked up in surprise.

“Oh my god, we could have hit our heads together!” you scolded your boyfriend, who was smiling at you like an innocent five-year old.

“Guess what. My boss just told me that I can close the place up tonight. You know what that means, right?” he said.

“Tell me more,” you smirked.

“Technically, we can stay here however long we want. And do whatever we want. As long as no one finds out,” he whispered the last part into your ear. Chills ran up your spine despite the heat in the air.

“Do whatever we want, huh?” you said. “I thought you were being a model employee?”

“I am,” he shrugged with his child-like smile. “And the model employee needs to go back to work now. I have a reputation to uphold. You’ll be waiting for me, right?”

“Of course,” you nodded, watching his figure as he jogged back to his seat by the pool. The next hours seemed to go by extra-slowly, to your dismay. After his announcement, you only found yourself staring in his direction more than on any other day. Truly, you could never get used to his handsomeness. You thought of his voice that made you melt like ice and his hands when he kissed you. Too often they remained in innocent, safe territory. Maybe that was about to change. It was a Friday, meaning the opening hours were longer than usual. By 10 pm however, even the last person had left. The public swimming pool was closed. Officially.

You had to admit, you could get used to having an enormous swimming pool all to yourself. Blissfully, you dived through the water, not having to worry about crashing into anybody’s legs or losing track of your surroundings. You had always felt as though swimming was a little like flying. Not that you knew what flying would be like. But if you had to make a guess, feeling weightless and small in a seemingly endless space probably came close. All your life, it had remained the same. Playing pretend in the water, acting like a mermaid scavenging for the most precious treasure of the seven seas – all your loveliest ideas lingered in your memory like it had been yesterday.

The pool had a shallow end, about the depth which allowed your head to reach above the surface, and progressively deepened towards the other end. You took a gulp of air and descended into the darkness. Taking long strokes, you dived towards the white light at the wall of the shallower pool end. With the brightness ahead of you, you failed to notice the shadow behind you.

As you were in the process of coming up from the water, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you. For the second time that day, you jolted in surprise and quickly gasped for air.

“You scared me out of my wits! Will you stop that!” you said, but you were already smiling. It was hard to carry grudges against the boy behind you. Not when he held your waist and rested his chin on your bare shoulder, grinning as if it was a crime to even suspect him of such things.

“Hi, there,” he said and pecked your cheek sweetly. “I missed you.”

“So did I,” you admitted. Only months ago, you had made fun of how lovestruck your friend had been. You weren’t one to speak now. His hands let go of you while you turned your body to face him. Then they were on you again, and although it was a small touch, your lack of clothes created a tension between you right away.

“Wanna race me?” he whispered into your ear, as if there was anyone around to listen in. Was he serious? Did he really think you wanted him to let go of you now? His voice on your neck rendered you wanting him so bad, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself.

“I’ve been swimming all day,” you said. “Besides, didn’t you say we could do whatever we wanted? We can swim whenever we want, during opening hours.”

“Oh, sounds like you have better plans?” he asked. For a moment, he touched your forehead with his. If you bent forward slightly, you could have kissed him. His hungry eyes were on your lips when you had finished the thought.

“I was thinking you could kiss me, for starters?” you coaxed him. He chuckled.

“So you’ve been thinking about it too, the past few hours,” he realized. “You know, I was trying to be subtle about it.”

“Forget about being subtle,” you said. “Let’s just make out, please?”

“I’d like nothing better than that,” he smiled, and then your mouths touched. His gentle lips tasted faintly of chlorine and salt, a taste you had come to associate with him and magnificent things. You held his face in your hands tightly and pushed your body against him yearningly. Reacting, he sighed and deepened the kiss. His wandering hands found the small of your backside as you arched your back into his frame. You hummed quietly, hands burying in his wet hair and playing with it at the nape of his neck.

All your childhood you had been searching for your treasure under the water. Now you understood. He was right there in front of you. Little you would be proud you had found someone this precious and incomparable. And hot.

“Jump,” he said. You did as he suggested and wrapped your legs around his waist. The proximity of his body made your heart hammer against your ribcage with such feverishness, you worried it might jump through your chest. With the way he touched every curve of your body, you almost forgot how to kiss. Luckily, your instincts did the job for you as you sipped on his lips and sighed every so often. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, and you felt his smirk when you moaned in surprise. Every inch of your skin burned with desire for him.

As he carried you over to the side of the pool, you pulled away shortly. You took the liberty to attack his neck with frenzied kisses. It felt just as you had imagined a thousand times. You couldn’t possibly recount all the instances when you had found yourself staring at his neck and shoulders in the past weeks. He was easily the biggest distraction you had ever known. But it wasn’t your fault his tanned skin was so inviting and his strong presence ever so alluring. Returning his teasing, you bit into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on it right after.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in a throaty tone. “You’re amazing.”

Softly, he rubbed his nose against yours before your lips locked again. The kiss was all but soft. Your tongues meddled as if you were starved people and you could barely keep your hands in one place. Not that you would want to. You wanted to glue his hands onto your body or better yet handcuff him to your wrists. What was the opposite of a restraining order called? You were about to invent a word for it. Never before had you been so intoxicated, so in ecstasy with another person.

He pulled aside the fabric of your top momentarily and cupped your breasts in his hands. You gasped and melted into his touch and the way he played with your nipples. He attacked your neck in kisses and you shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips.

“I really want you.” He had his hands on your ass and all you could think about was the growing bulge in his swimming shorts. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest, the thin fabric of your swim top doing little to nothing to separate your bodies. How could somebody’s whole existence be so titillating? He pulled away, just far enough to speak but barely. “I’ve wanted you like this for a while. But I didn’t want to unsettle you by making you think I just want sex from you. Truth is, I don’t want you to be just some summer romance, Y/N. Every day I hope you’ll still be here when summer is over.”

“Why would you think I’m going anywhere?” you asked. “You’re the reason I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I ask myself every day how I managed to end up with you in the first place.”

“That’s easy. First, threaten to demolish the turnstile with your stubbornness, second, offer your head to a bunch of kids with a water ball, third, square up against a bug in front of a hundred people, fourth- “

“Okay! Enough,” you said. “Don’t bring up my clumsiness. That’s just about the least sexy thing in the world.”

“Baby, I think there’s nothing not sexy about you,” he spoke. He kissed you deeply and all your embarrassing memories vanished at once. “So, you’re cool with this?”

His sudden change in tone caused your breath to hitch in your throat, as his hands lingered by your hips, just above your bikini bottom. You only nodded, the motion getting more eager as the words sunk in. He slid his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and you squirmed under his touch in desperation. Swiftly, he pushed aside the material above your center. His digits slid through your wetness, catching the nub between them, and rubbing ever so slowly. An overwhelmed gasp spilled over your lips, and you closed your eyelids.

“Fuck- ,“ you muttered under your breath. He teased your core, nearly sliding his finger into you, but then pulling away to find your nub to toy with.

“You look so beautiful,” he said. At his words, you looked at him through fluttering eyelids. He was one to talk about beauty. The luminescence from underwater sharpened his features, and his eyes had something magical, something enchanting about them. Like he could have you – or anyone – without saying a word. He reminded you of a merman, or rather a siren. Ready to drag you along with him, deep under the surface. And you were so willing to let it happen. For all you knew, you were long lost and under his spell anyway.

“Have you ever done it in public?” he asked. You were too distracted by his fingers on you at first, head hanging back in ecstasy, until you snapped out of it.

“No, but – fuck – I guess I can strike that one off my sex bucket list after tonight, can’t I?” you said.

“You have a sex bucket list? Interesting, tell me more about it,” he smirked. His eyes darkened and his tongue licked over his lips once. As if on command, his lazy ministrations on you quickened, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions until you were a moaning, stammering mess. You suspected he did so just to see your immediate reaction, and you gave him just what he wanted.

“Can we postpone the – the talking…on later?” you murmured, feeling like collapsing against his broad shoulders. “I’m kind of too busy to – to talk.”

“I can see that,” he teased you, kissing you gently. The delicacy of his lips only made your head spin more. “You’re so sweet, baby.”

“Don’t you want to get busy too?” you asked. You reached for his swimming trunks and wrapped your hand around his hard member through the material. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Shit- me too.” His arousal echoed in his moans, and he sucked in a breath. There was a sense of power in knowing you could make him react so gravely by doing so little. You tugged on his trunks and pulled them down a little to reveal his full length. Palming him, you felt how painfully hard he must have been for a while now. He groaned and it was the best thing you had ever heard. Eagerly, you slid your bikini bottom off and watched for a moment as it sunk down into the depths of the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he aligned his cock with your core.

At this point you supposed you were both out of words. Hunger had taken over and you barely managed to form a sentence. He kissed you and you hummed and nodded, wanting him to know you were ready. Easily, he entered you and you whimpered at the way he stretched your velvet walls after all the wait. Your senses were overcome with everything around you. The warm water enveloping the both of you, the soft summer breeze caressing your faces, his hands on your hips as he guided your body into his thrusts and the sound of your breathless moans and sighs – it was pure bliss. Night had almost fallen, with the sky being a deep blue, almost black by now. It was a perfect setting for a perfect night with your favorite person.

You gazed into his dilated pupils and the coil in your stomach tightened in the most delicious way possible. Now you recounted a myriad of dreams you’d seen him in. Not always, but occasionally he showed up in your dirtiest of dreams, with his gorgeous, addictive smile and strong arms. But now he was right there, in front of you – inside of you – and you apprehended how weak your boldest imaginations had been. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you clenched around his cock. He moaned your name huskily and it only clouded your head further.

It was crazy how loving a person could magnify everything. Even with closed eyes, the mere idea of him fucking you, at night in a public pool, could beat every single other experience you’d ever had. You felt like you were blessed with the audience with a god. A god, who had manifested on earth only to scoop you up and show you the finest things in life. You definitely couldn’t think of a finer thing than his cock dragging through your walls, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while he had you cased against the pool tiles. Moans and little whimpers fell from your lips, and you were glad there wasn’t a single soul close by who could have heard.

He was jaw-dropping. With the way he pounded into you hard, using the poolside wall as support on your back, you felt your head spin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your skin seemed to prickle wherever he touched you and you pushed your chest against his. Just a little closer, you told yourself, even though you were running out of space already. It was body against body while he whispered naughty things into your ears, telling you how incredible you felt, how lucky he had gotten with you and how sexy he found you.

“You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had, baby,” he said. His teeth grazed your neck as he kissed your sensitive skin messily. You could have counted every single drop of water hanging from the strands of his hair and adorning his face. Could have taken notice of every single eyelash and even the tiniest speckles of color in his irises. But you could barely command your eyes to stay open.

“So- close,” you said. In your ecstasy, you clawed at his back as another wave of pleasure went through your entire body.

“Together, hm?” he said, lips brushing over your cheek with every thrust. You hummed and nodded, as he picked up his thrusts to a toe-curling speed. With every touch of your sweet spot, you felt reality slip away a little further, and you were doing nothing to fight it. You invited the feeling in, resting your forehead against his, breaths coming out in short puffs. And then it overcame you. Your orgasm jolted through you like electricity, and you clung to him as if you might have sunken otherwise. It made your shared moans high pitched, and he followed you, pulling you into his arms like it was alone you who was keeping him afloat.

The splashing of the water softened as he drew out your highs for as long as possible with slower thrusts. Eventually, he halted completely. He cradled your face in his hands and when you finally opened your tired eyes, he was watching you with full adoration. His charming smile caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. This was only the beginning of your time together, yet you could barely fathom your fortune. And as it seemed, this time fate was on your side.

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patchofsunlight · 3 years

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Hands | Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bakugou learned from a young age to keep his hands to himself, even when his entire body longed for touch and his eyes filled with tears at the loss of a comforting habit.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort, angst, touch starved bakugou!!, kind of a character study? i think about him a lot, one kiss, cursing, consensual hand holding (PFFFT), mitsuki fucking sucks but what’s new

I hope you like this!! please remember feedback is always appreciated and all that. thank you for reading!! sorry if it sucks LMAO I DID MY BEST AND I KINDA LIKE IT

When he was a child, before he even cared about quirks or rankings or strength, Bakugou Katsuki loved holding hands.

No one knew exactly why, but that was just something he liked. He would hold Izuku’s hand while they talked and ran around the neighborhood, he would take his teacher's hand in his ever so softly whenever he walked over to their desk to ask a question. Katsuki would latch onto his dad with the most loving, tiny grip he could muster, and he would even interlace pinkies with his mom when she was having a good day and didn’t deem his manners “too soft”, “too weak”, “too foolish”. Those were nice days in the Bakugou household.

Bakugou Katsuki was five years old when he had his heart broken for the first time. It was a few weeks after his quirk manifested and he was just so excited to play hero (with a quirk, this time!) alongside his friends after school that he didn’t even hesitate before grabbing Izuku’s hand exactly like he always did, jumping up and down with energy and happiness, rambling about how he was gonna be the number one hero one day — until Izuku screamed, pulling his hand away with a painful expression. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows, confused at his best friend’s antics, and then he saw it: the raw, burned flesh of his palm.

Katsuki had hurt his best friend.

It’s very easy to fix objects, his dad used to tell him while stitching up one of his ripped shirts, you just get a bit of glue or yarn and you put it back together, a smile graced his lips at the feeling of his son taking his hand immediately after he let go of the sewing needle, but people are a lot harder to patch up, Katsu. People can’t be fixed, sometimes.

He wasn’t exactly sure of when he started shoving his hands inside his pockets, when he started opening doors with his feet and touching people with his shoulders to get their attention. It took him a while to understand that that first occasion wasn’t an accident, and that controlling his quirk when he got too excited or just overly happy was too hard and the security he got from all those tender touches he so eagerly searched from everyone in his life wasn’t worth the risk. The best thing Katsuki could do, for himself and for others, was to keep his hands to himself, even if they felt cold and empty and his big red eyes filled with tears at the loss of such a comforting habit.

He told himself it didn’t matter. You’d have to overgrow that over time, anyway, his mom reminded him at some point. Such childish, silly bullshit. Only softies hold hands, Katsuki, and we both know you’re not a softie.

It was easy to pretend he didn’t miss it. After a few years, the lack of touch was simply another part of his life he consciously chose to ignore, another longing he conditioned himself not to think about. It wasn’t like many people noted his abrupt change in behavior either — there were other things about him that were much more worthy of attention than that, like his killer quirk and quick brain, like his determination and ambition. Who cared about the fact that little Bakugou Katsuki didn’t want to hold hands anymore? Who cared about the fact that little touchy and clingy Bakugou Katsuki now barely touched others?

Such childish, silly bullshit. Only softies hold hands, Katsuki, and we both know you’re not a softie.

He met her during his second year at UA. Y/N was mostly quiet, but still friendly and hardworking, fighting hard for her place as the number one student in Class 2-B. A project involving the two classes put them as partners, and project meetings soon became sparring sessions that turned into study group that led to study dates and then real dates and, by the beginning of his senior year, Katsuki had gotten himself a girlfriend.

He wasn’t certain if she noticed the way he purposely kept his hands out of reach when they walked side by side, or if she ever saw how he always made sure his palms were pointing away from her skin whenever they hugged or cuddled. He didn’t think anyone would ever pay enough attention to him to the point of perceiving his hesitancy. It didn’t matter that Bakugou had gained complete control of his quirk, it didn’t matter that he still felt his skin and his hands tingling with the urge, the craving for touch — the satisfaction wasn’t worth the risk, not the stupid satisfaction he didn’t even need. Such childish, silly bullshit. Bakugou Katsuki was doing very well with letting go of old customs, no doubt.

But Y/N noticed. God, of course she did — she noticed all the longing gazes, all the small flinches. She noticed how he never let his hands touch hers and at first it made her worried. Didn’t he want to touch her? Had she done something wrong? Her boyfriend wasn’t the best at communicating his feelings, even though he had been putting in the effort to talk to her whenever he felt a bit under the weather or bothered.

However, this seemed like a bigger problem, like something he would never speak of unless she brought it up. It seemed deeper.

“Katsu?”

He lifted his scarlet eyes from the book in his hands and turned them to her sitting figure. They were both on his bed, despite curfew starting in less than an hour and the knowledge they shouldn’t be alone in his dorm. To be honest, Aizawa was quite used to watching the Class B girl sneak out of his student’s room every other night, wearing one of his many hoodies and those shorts that she always left in his closet. As long as they weren’t causing him any trouble, Eraserhead didn’t cause them any trouble, either.

“Yeah?” his voice was clearly tired after a day full of training and studying, a hint of sleepiness dripping from his tone.

“How come you never let me hold your hand?”

Katsuki froze on the spot, feeling his heart pick up its pace until it was beating so loud he could hear it by his ear, throbbing. He gulped harshly, sweat immediately gathering up on his hands from his own anxiety. She had noticed?

“What do you mean?” he tried to laugh calmly, but his chuckle sounded forced and nervous. He put the book away.

“You never let me hold your hand,” Y/N’s cheeks were tinted red with shyness. She had been pondering on how to talk to him about this for days now, yet seeing him so flustered made her surprisingly tense. “You avoid touching me with your hands in general, actually,” her chuckle sounded as forced and nervous as his, “is… Is there something wrong? Would you feel better if I stopped touching you so much? Does it make you uncomfortable? Because I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Katsu. You can talk to me about things like that, you know it.”

He couldn’t get himself to answer, unable to move or truly process her words. He really thought he had been slick, huh? He really thought she’d never notice, he really thought she’d never care. How would she feel if he told her he was afraid to hurt her, that he was afraid he would lose control of his quirk and burn her somehow, like he had done with Izuku all those years ago? Would she think he was childish and silly, too? Such childish, silly bullshit, Bakugou Katsuki scared of holding hands with his girlfriend, scared of touching her and holding her like she deserved to because what if it went wrong? What if he fucked it up? The best thing Katsuki could do, for himself and for others, was to keep his hands to himself, even if they felt cold and empty and his big red eyes filled with tears at the loss of such a comforting habit.

People are a lot harder to patch up, his father told him. He didn’t want to be guilty of screwing this up, didn’t want to destroy the relationship he cherished so, so much. Would she think he was weak for being this reluctant? Would she laugh at his stupid antics and tell him to grow up and stop being such a softie? Would she get mad? Should he even tell her?

“Katsu?” her soft voice relaxed his muscles like it habitually did, and he sighed deeply before meeting her worried eyes. “Talk to me?”

Y/N had always had this amazing talent of making him feel at ease. Ever since they met, so many months ago, she had this blinding quality that urged him to be quieter, calmer, less defensive. She didn’t even have to try tearing down his walls — they simply melted away when she smiled at him for the first time. He had never really talked about this issue with anyone else before, and he didn’t know how to even start, but Y/N made him want to try. Still, the words felt heavy on his tongue.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered so quietly that she leaned in to hear him, furrowing her eyebrows in disagreement.

“Come on, Katsu. Please?”

He inhaled deeply. She stared patiently, waiting for him to organize his own thoughts enough to explain the thousands of things running through his mind. When his eyes met hers again, he felt warm all over. Katsuki loved the way she looked at him — there was no fear, no ulterior interest, no nonsensical admiration. She looked at him and she saw… Katsuki. Just that. And, strangely, that seemed enough.

The boy averted his eyes from hers. “I don’t want to hurt you with my quirk.”

Oh. Oh? That, well, that was definitely unexpected. The crease in Y/N’s eyebrows deepened.

“Why would you ever hurt me, Katsuki?”

The future hero lifted his head to look at her instantly, confusion swimming in his red gaze as he answered, “I mean by accident, Y/N. I—,” he almost stopped himself right there, yet her expression caused him to continue, “I really liked holding hands when I was younger, you know? With my friends, teachers, family, and all that,” his ears were bright pink with embarrassment that subsided when she smiled softly at the new information, “it made me feel safe or whatever. Then I—then I got my quirk and, sometimes, when I held hands with people it just—,” he exhaled heavily before letting out a sad, defeated laugh, “I have burned a nasty amount of people. I don’t want to do that with you, too. I’d never want to hurt you.”

Katsuki was hardly a vulnerable person. He tried to be, yes, because he wanted this to work and for it to work he had to meet her halfway somehow during certain moments, but it was so, so difficult. It was so difficult for him to open up and talk about one of his biggest insecurities of all time, about one of the things he most craved for. He didn’t want to scare her away.

“Katsuki.” Her tone was serious and she stared at him with such intensity that he lost the ability to breathe for a second. “I understand where you’re coming from, but that’s bullshit.”

Bakugou blinked. “What?”

“You’d never hurt me, okay? I know you wouldn’t. I trust you, Katsu, so much. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you about this before,” she bit her lip thoughtfully while he could only stand there, dumbfounded with her reaction.

Out of all his imagined worst-case scenarios, this was a surprise.

“Katsu,” the girl called to him again, smiling lovingly in that way that made his world spin in its axis when they first met, “do you trust me too?”

“Of course I do,” there was no hesitation this time. Of course he did.

“Can I touch your hands?”

Once again, he froze on the spot. She looked at him expectantly.

People are a lot harder to patch up. She was trying, though. She was really trying to fix the ripped pieces of himself he tried to bury under anger and seclusion, pretending there was nothing wrong and that this was just how things were supposed to be.

Bakugou looked down at his own hands, studying them carefully. With a last shaky exhale, he nodded.

She took his hands in hers, letting her fingers interlace with his cautiously so as to not startle him. Her thumb caressed his palm ever so softly and he fought the instinctive flinch that threatened to push her away. After years without it, this type of touch felt too intimate, too close, too new.

He liked it.

He smiled.

“See? Nothing to worry about.” Y/N smiled back, grinning when he took it upon himself to squeeze her hand in appreciation. “You’re fine, Katsuki. I like holding your hand.”

His smile grew wider and he leaned in to kiss her, living for the feeling of her fingers squeezing his while their lips moved slowly. They had kissed a million times before, yet this felt different. If given the chance, Katsuki probably wouldn’t mind being stuck in that moment forever, with her lips on his and his hands on hers — Y/N had melted away all his walls and defenses from the start, and he was incredibly glad. He was incredibly glad for her.

His heart was beating fast inside his chest, especially when she pulled one of his hands up slightly to let it cup her face. A shiver went down his spine as he felt the curve of her jaw under his fingertips, the softness of her skin touching his. When there was not any air left in their lungs, they parted from each other. She turned her face to kiss his palm affectionately and his entire face seemed to burst with love and gratitude.

“I like holding your hand, too.”

She giggled, and, for the first time, Bakugou felt like it’d be alright if he decided not to keep his hands to himself. Such childish, silly bullshit, waiting around when he could’ve been holding hands this whole time.

A/N: so that was it!!! i hope you liked it!!! hehe hello

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munsnz · 3 years

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Quidditch Flirts — Fred Weasley

Warnings: none

Summary: You’re a Slytherin beater in the quidditch team, and a certain someone flirts with you during a game. You never came across him and that fierce Gryfindor has a thing for you now

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader

Note: I no longer write for the Harry Potter fandom, I’m sorry :(

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“GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!” You heard crowds of students cheering on the Quidditch stands, you also heard the annoyance of a voice from Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin seeker.

”You’ve got to be kidding me,” He groaned and jeered, “It’s only for Saint Pottah! What kind of stupidity is that.”

You sighed and turned to Draco, “Oh come on, stop being a jealous brat.”

”Hey! You’re on our team, you were put here for a reason,” Draco snaps back, holding his broom up, “Come on guys, I think we’re going up. We’ll win this time, if we can beat the baby Hufflepuffs, we can do it.”

Marcus Flint, the quidditch captain shouted everyone over to the open sunny field at Hogwarts, tons of students were cheering on with their burgundy and yellow signs, hats, scarves, against the silver and green ones. Being a slytherin, everyone feared you, you weren’t like Draco Malfoy or Pansy Parkinson. You seemed ambitious in some areas academically, but you never believed in the pure-blood status in the wizarding world. Making friends was also hard, constantly being called a bully even when you never said anything to anyone, in fact, you hated Snape’s teaching. You never fit in with the Slytherins nor the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, or Ravenclaws. Sadly, that was the truth, you lie to yourself and say you have friends even when you don’t. No one seemed to understand you, not even your parents who were pure-blood supremacists.

You climbed onto your broom, one that wasn’t the one Draco’s father gifted you all. You refused to take it, so you stuck to your lucky one.

“L/N can’t wait to win this time!” A voice called from across the field. You turned around, afraid you were going to be made fun of, you met your eyes with a pair of brown vivid ones. It was Fred Weasley, the Gryffindor beater along with his twin brother. You never talked to Fred Weasley, until this one time where they pulled a horrid prank on you, embarrassing yourself in front of a crowd of students.

You scoff at the words and turn your game on, “We’ll see about that Weasley.” A smile turns up on your S/T face, darting a glare at him.

“Are you sure about that princess?” He shouts back, bringing a cheeky grin to his lips, sending you into a whirlwind of emotions by calling you that nickname. He seemed very flirty with people so this was normal, but not for you. Before you said anything back you heard Madam Hooch call the game.

”GET READY!” She yells unlocking the box including the Golden Snitch, the Quaffel, and the Bludgers. She blew the whistle and the game was on!!

As the chasers tried their best to shoot the quaffle through the hoops where the keeper protected. You and Lucian Bole, the Slytherin beaters, tried to hit the Bludgers to the opposing Gryffindors to win. While doing that, you were nearly close to getting hit by a Bludgers by Fred Weasley who was laughing his ass off at your wild expression.

“Oops sorry gorgeous!” Fred mocked across from you, “Guess I couldn’t see due to your pretty face!”

A flush of a tint of red splashed on your face, making your palms get sweaty for the compliment and snapped out of your daydream. He doesn’t even know me he-

“L/N! SNAP OUT OF IT AND CONTINUE PLAYING!” Marcus Flint shouts in the air as you turned up to nod at him and continue with the game.

You swiftly glided through the air in the quidditch field, avoiding the beaters so they wouldn’t hit you with the Bludgers. As you sped up a little with your bat, you heard you heard Lee Jordan claiming that Slytherin and Gryffindor were from 50-30. You see that Harry Potter was near to grab the golden snitch out of sight from Malfoy, “MALFOY! HARRY IS CLOSE TO THE SNITCH!”

Draco turns around to see you directing to Harry, and began to speed down to Harry’s level in order to get the golden snitch and end the game. He reached his hand out to catch the small tennis-ball sized globe, but soon enough Malfoy lost his balance and face-planted himself onto the grass. Giving Harry a chance, he luckily was able to get his hands on the golden snitch, winning the game for Gryffindor.

You groaned at claim that was going to be said for the hundredth time and mumbled along Lee Jordan’s voice, “Harry Potter has got the snitch, Gryffindor wins.”

”HARRY POTTER HAS GOT THE SNITCH GRYFINDOR WINS!”

The area where most Gryfindor students were cheered loudly chanting their house name. Other students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff cheered them as well. You could hear Marcus Flint throwing a fit on his broom while Draco stood up from the green grass and dusted his robes off to roll his eyes. As Madam Hooch called the game, the Slytherin team met up on the even field, being quite dissatisfied with the outcome. Sweating, you all went into the tents to cool down and get a sip of water. Marcus Flint seemed to be pissed at Draco Malfoy for missing his chance. Suddenly you saw that Draco pointed towards you and Marcus’s face stiffened.

”L/N, you didn’t tell Draco to catch the snitch earlier huh?” He crossed his arms as you held your arms up in surrender.

”It’s not my job to find the snitch okay? I’m beater for a reason,” You claimed, and took another chug out of your water, “But whatever you say.”

He grunted and walked away from you, careful not to be messed with. You sighed and knew this was another game you have lost to for the hundredth time these years. Later, you heard a voice whisper behind you and it was quite unfamiliar, it was Fred Weasley. “Come here!”

You rolled your eyes and turned away to face your back on him, minding your own business.

”Princess, I need to talk to you!” He whispered more louder behind the curtains of the tent, “It’s urgent.”

”Urgent how?” You mumbled, waving a hand over your face to cool down after the hot game, “Anyways I won’t bother to move.” After, you felt a hand harshly tug you out of the tent, tripping onto the grass, “Bloody hell Weasley!”

Fred laughs and holds his hand out to help you get up, “I see you know my name.”

You decline his offer of getting you up to your feet and did it yourself, fixing your green quidditch robes and looking up at him, “Of course I do. Now what do you want now?”

”Youre trying to play hard to get huh?” He laughs, leaning over closer to you, “What a pretty girl.”

As he leans closer to you, you press your finger against his lip, and pushing him away from your face, “Hm, well too bad because you’re not going to get someone like me.”

”Ahh..... now I get why you’re in Slytherin,” He continues to joke and turns to you, “Guess I was right, you were going to loose.”

“It doesn’t matter it’s Malfoy’s fault!”

You were about to throw a fit and vent to him about everything but you don’t even talk to him or worse, trust him yet. He steadied you and watched you, “Relax, I was kidding, you play really great as a beater, but not as good as me of course.”

”Funny,” You groaned and were about to walk away, “Well, it’s been fun talking to you I think I should get going-“

Again, you felt his arm wind up on you, placing it on your shoulder, “Not so fast gorgeous.”

”Stop calling me that,” You say, with a pink face, “It’s not funny.”

”Oh it is funny to see little L/N flustered.” Fred lowers down onto your level of height, cupping your face, “In fact, it’s very true.”

”Excuse me-“

“You’re pretty, like really pretty,” He interrupts you while leaning on closer to your face, “The most beautiful woman that I have seen.”

”Fred, I hope you’re on armontentica,” You shook your head until there was a sudden urge for you to kiss him with the tension driving you insane. Pulling him in and giving a jokingly light kiss at the beginning, but as you were pulling away to go back and pretend that it never happened, Fred deepened the kiss to hold you back. The kiss was very firm but it was romantic, you could feel his sweaty body leaning into yours, pressing himself against you. As you two continue to share more kisses, you brought your hands to intertwine with his ginger hair. Kissing even more and more, you heard another voice that was similar to Fred’s. It must be George, you thought.

”Fred! I see you won the bet but I’m going to pretend the Y/N doesn’t have an interest in you,” George snickers and crosses his arms, “Or do you?”

You two pulled away to watch George talking to you, as you had no idea what to answer. I mean, you had a crush on George but that went away as soon as the prank that embarrassed you happened. You glanced at George and then Fred, then smiled wide at him while slipping your hand into Fred’s, “Oh yes I do.”

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someone1348 · 3 years

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This is for my lovely best friend who was kind enough to write me a fic! Here's yours! @sleepy--anon i hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Sapnap, Lee!Quackity

(Karlnapity romance so if you dont like that dont read it!)

Tw: like the smallest bit of angst (jealousy) pretty much! Thats it though it's soft! For the most part! And mild cursing!

Plot: While Karl is out on a "business trip" (time travel stuff) he leaves his other two husband's alone and well lets just say it was an eventful evening to say the least

With all that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Jealousy

Tickle fights and Tickling in general was almost an everyday occurrence in the Karlnapity household. It pretty much was second nature to the three.

With that comes ler moods and lee moods poping up left and right. Typically between the three Sapnap was ler the most, followed by Quackity with Karl most of the time being lee, nothing bad of course, they loved the dynamic of everything from this specific thing to how their relationship worked. They were happy and that's all that mattered.

The days went on as they normally do.

"EE! SAHahap! StahAhap!" Karl would twist around from Sap's evil fingers pushing at the boy's hands, giggling freely as quackity watched smiling a bit as his two husband's went on to do what they do.

It was always like this for the most part. While he was getting a snack,

"No pLEase!! Hehe" Karl's beautiful laugh could be heard from the other room.

While cuddling, sap would run his fingers over the time traveler's stomach sending sweet giggles to flow out of their husband's mouth.

Even in the store one time Sapnap poked at Karl's sides. Of course Quackity would join in sometimes to tickle his favorite lee (leaning) fiancé, but he was jealous, beyond jealous.

Seeing this everyday not only built up on his lee moods but he just wanted to be involved, not just in tickles but in the relationship. He wants cuddles and attention and affection from the two people he loves most.

And yeah with the lee moods he has bad but it's not the same. He wants his husband's and so help me thats what he was gonna get. He was a man on a mission.

'Let's goooo!!' He thought in his head as he started the day.

Karl had left last night, the bed was alot colder now. He turned to see Sap curled up onto his side his mouth slightly a-jar with his hair flowing perfectly on top of his face.

He sighed happily lightly pushing some of the hair out of his face. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and in love.

'I'm gonna make him breakfast' He thought getting up carefully as to not wake him and got started on cooking up his favorites.

Not even 20 minutes later the firey boy poked his head into the kitchen

"Waffles?"

"Mhm"

"Mmmm yay! Thank you babe!"

Quackity smiled "Anytime"

After the two finished the scilence became loud.

"What do you wanna do?" Quackity asked rocking a bit back and fouth on his heels trying not to make the scilence anymore awkward.

"I got work to do so you entertain yourself, I'll be quick"

Quackity nodded "okay! Good luck!"

"Thanks" Sap said shooting him a smile leaving back to their shared room to do the said work.

The beanie boy sighed flopping down onto the couch. He flipped on a random channel and texted Karl.

'Hey Baby!! I hope your trip is going good,we miss you and can't wait to see you tomorrow!<3'

(10:35)

He held the phone close to his chest letting out another sigh. He knew in his heart that Sapnap was gonna be busy all day so instead of sulking he told him he was going for a walk.

He went walking around, coming back, making more food, playing video games. All while sap typed away at the keyboard.

It wasn't helping at all it only increased the feeling of wanting to be with his Sapnap, his fiancé, he wanted attention and love dammit!

The smaller boy marched up to their room.

"SAPNAP!!!"

the bandana wearing man shook and snaped up to look at his clearly ticked off tiny lover.

"WOAH! what!?! Yes?!" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Are you done yet?"

The other slowly blinked "uhhhh,," he looked back at his work "nope not yet"

"Too bad! You are now finished because i say so!" He crossed his arm's

"Ha! Yeah thats cute hun but im busy, i gotta get this done, im sorry, I'll be there soon"

Quackity scoffed "whatever" he left as sapnap sighed

'He's never like this, maybe i should stop and check on him' Sapnap thought closing his laptop quietly sneaking up on his amazing fiancé on the couch.

"HIYA!" he tackled him to the couch holding him close.

"WA!- SHIT!" he fell over with him now in a cuddly trap, smiling widely giggling a bit.

"What's wrong Quacky babe" Sap said concerningly putting his head to his adorable smol husband's shoulder.

"I wanted to hang out together,,, i want to be involved, i want attention and affection and love sapnap and i haven't gotten anyyy in a long time" Quackity spilled out as sap processed everything.

'Looking back i see where he's coming from, it's been alot of Karl-'

"Don't get me wrong i love karl and i love giving him attention and affection and everything and i love watching you two be that way with each other i just i guess i felt a bit left out"

Sapnap nodded,

"Im Sorwy baps, forgive me?" He used his small voice making quackity cringe a bit jokingly.

"Give me attention and we will see what happens" He smirked

"Hmmmm" He anticipated his moves and ideas watching quackity's eyes that were pointed right to his hands

'So that's what he wants' he smirked wider lightly running his fingers slowly up and down his sides.

The other on top of him tensed "s-sap"

"Yea babe?" He said as if he wasn't tracing the man's sides with tickly anticipation.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Giving you attention, isn't that what you wanted?" He smiled at him as Quackity sank into Sapnap's embrace leaning his head on the pillow behind them, Sapnap's head still on his shoulder.

Sap lowly giggled quickly stittering his hands his stomach then back to his sides watching him lift up and squeak.

"You're such a dick" Qauckalee said in a joking matter making Sapnap's smirk deepen.

"Oh im a dick?!" He digged into his stomach watching as quackity squealed digged his heels to the end of the couch.

"NAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAPNAHAP!"

"Thats my name love~" sap moved closer towards his bellybutton.

"AYEHE NOT THERE!"

"Yes there! The giggle button has been unpressed for wayy to long, i need it to make up for the lost times Quackity"

"NOOHONONONO- AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEHHEHEHE! GOHOHO-EEP!"

Sapnap giggled with him taking in every werid noise and laugh that the touch starved lee had made.

Seeing it was clear he wasn't used to it he slowed down moving back to his sides lightly to get his breathing steady again.

"Easy tiger, i got you" he reassured him getting his breathing together

"Im gonna getcha'!" Sapnap said moving up towards his ribs scribbling along up and down and In-between.

The smaller's back arched as his giggles mixed into light laughter.

"AyEehehe naha-Ha! Tickles!! It tickles!!" The man rang out trying to squirm out of his fiancé's tickle trap.

"Thats the point Quacker's im hungryyyy i need your giggles to surviveee" he lightly blew a raspberry onto his neck, the other scrunching up

"Nomnomnom" he made fake eating sounds, playing pretend before blowing another raspberry into his neck.

Sapnap giggled and stopped holding him close rubbing circles into the top of his hand

"Come here bubba" He lifted Quackity up letting him wrap around him while he got a blanket.

Sitting back down he put the blanket overtop of them throwing on the Disney movie Coco for some well deserved aftercare and fiancé time, Playing with his hair Sapnap smiled down at his man kissing the top of his head.

"We gotta get you a haircut buddy its so long" he teased as quackity laughed

"I'll get a haircut the day you shave" the tired one teased back both laughing together enjoying the moment, the beanie boy slowly falling asleep on his chest.

"Goodnight handsome" he placed another kiss to the top of his head.

*Ding!*

Quackity's phone went off, Sapnap looked, it was Karl.

'Hi bubby!! It's going lmao, i miss you both so much too! I'll be home soon i promise! And when i do get home It's cuddle time! Hehe I'll talk to you soon quack baby! Tell sap i said hi and that i love him too! *mwah!*'

(8:17)

Sapnap smiled and put the phone back down to the side of him, smiling at the boy in his arms.

'Homework can wait'

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I absolutely LOVED writing this! I love Karlnapity! I hope you all enjoyedd! :]

#ler!sapnap #lee!quackity #k writes tk things #dream smp tickle #dreamsmp tickle fic #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #karlnapity tickle fic #karlnapity

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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In The Rain. (Chris Evans x Reader)

Summary: Can a classic case of miscommunication be solved before the rain puts out the flickering light of love?

Warnings: trash. lmao. this is better than my radio silence, so... lol... fluffy, angsty (you know the drill)

Word Count: ~2k

The lights flickered for only a second when the bright streaks that painted the sky were followed by deafening claps of thunder that shook your house. The rain was heavy as it pounded against the windows and the harsh winds were no kinder, but they were nothing compared to storm brewing within you.

A deep sigh escaped you as the blanket around your shoulders slipped off and pooled around your waist. You had a warm coffee in one hand and a book in the other while you sat at your reading nook watching the dark sky. It was a collection of poetry with several multicolored Post-It flags sticking out from its pages. Each color represented a feeling a poem elicited, and you found yourself flipping to those with a dark blue flag – the color of sorrow, heartbreak, sadness. In all honesty, it was self-pity.

You weren’t sure why you lingered for so long. Nothing but history and memories were keeping you in his life. The amicable breakup left you detached yet still attached to him. And what made everything worse was that you were still in love with Chris.

The breakup shocked those closest to you. You and Chris were – well … – the most unsuspecting perfect match. You were two completely different souls that balanced one another out. You complemented one another – hell, you completed each other. You were two independent entities that pushed the other to become a better version of themselves. The energy shared between you was radiant and the love was consuming. It was pure and unfiltered. Passionate. You weren’t one to believe in true love – in soulmates, or even twin flames – but then you met Chris and everything changed.

But like all matches – like all flames – they burn out.

You blamed it on anxiety – on expectations. You never had a long-lasting relationship. Chris was the first man you ever felt a true connection to – and that scared you more than you let on.

He was nearing 40 – the ripe age to settle down, to have a family. Although you were certain you wanted that with Chris, you weren’t sure if you wanted that now. Your reluctance had you absentmindedly push him away. You began to untether yourself to him. Untangling the beautiful, strong bond you once had until it was nothing but a single thread.

Although it was you that started to pull away, it was Chris who vocalized his unhappiness. It was Chris who instigated. The night you broke up, he refused to listen to your worries and your reasons for your sudden aloofness. “Do you even love me?” He asked you, but he didn’t wait for a response. You already blamed yourself – and it hurt twice as much when he blamed you, too.

It shocked you when you found out he told friends and family the breakup was mutual… because it was Chris who severed it … The supposedly mutual breakup kept an open door of communication for your families. While your family never bothered Chris or his kin, Scott constantly reached out to you, as well as his mother. They’d often invite you to house parties, dinners, karaoke nights… When you’d decline – finding it was a bit of a territory breach – they’d always claim Chris wouldn’t make an appearance but he always did.

Although you were broken up, you were forced to remain friends. You were forced to look at him across a dining table as if you didn’t know his deepest secrets. You spoke casually as if you never spent late nights unburdening your souls to one another. You acted as if you were friends that were never completely in love with each other.

You remembered the phone call from Scott this morning. He relayed a message from their mom, asking you to come to dinner. When you declined, Scott demanded for a reasonable answer. He often found, “I’m your brother’s ex-girlfriend” a useless excuse.

“I still love him, and it hurts because we’re pretending like we were never together.” Your voice broke. “I’m trying to pull away – trying to move on – but I don’t know if it’s me holding onto hope, or if it’s just....” You couldn’t finish your words – you weren’t sure how to. You felt guilty for confessing this to Chris’s brother of all people. You knew it wouldn’t confidential – that he’d tell Chris – but you just had to say it out loud once.

You heard Scott sigh over the phone. Taking pity on you, he decided it was probably best that you kept your distance from Chris – which was the opposite of the goal of him constantly inviting you out. “A storm’s coming tonight,” he mentioned. “And I know how rain helps calm you.”

But it did anything but that.

-=+=-

Chris had some idea of where it went wrong. The night it all ended, he blamed you. He knew he was in the wrong for that.

The night of his outburst haunted his memories, keeping him up all hours of the night. The image of your tearstained cheeks, reddened eyes, and pure heartbroken expression was burned into his mind. He saw it every time he closed his eyes. He remembered how you barely got a word in because every time you opened your mouth to speak, to reason, to argue, he spoke over you with such a heated, rage-filled tone that he didn’t even recognize.

He was afraid to lose you and because of his own arrogance and stubbornness, that’s exactly what happened.

You were unraveling your bond slowly, tactfully while he tore it to shreds.

And he regretted it every single day.

“Is (Y/N) coming?” He asked as subtly as he could while he and Scott set the table. Scott simply shook his head. Chris placed a plate onto the placemat as thunder shook the house, the glasses rattling slightly. “Do you know what she’s doing tonight?” He asked, trying to stay casual though everyone saw right through it. Scott’s brows were furrowed as if contemplating and his mouth was pressed into a firm line. Knowing him for all his life, Chris knew when his brother was hiding something. “Scott.”

“I can’t tell you!” Scott finally answered. That answer pulled at Chris’s heart – were you with someone? Is that why you weren’t here? “She’s just… she just needs a night.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris frowned. An upside to this “amicable” breakup was having his family constantly pull you back into their atmosphere. He wasn’t sure if they did it for him (they did), but he was thankful for all the nights you walked into their family home, gracing him with your presence even if you barely spoke. His brother remained silent and Chris called his name again.

“She’s just upset, okay?” Scott revealed. Chris’s frown deepened as he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “She just needs some time to think and heal.”

“What does that mean?”

Scott sighed. “I can’t tell you. She told me not to – Chris… do you plan on getting back together with (Y/N)?”

“Of course.” Chris answered with no hesitation. “I love her.”

“Then, why’d you break up with her?” Scott asked.

The question caught him off guard. Of course, he planned his apology. He planned his dramatic way to woo you back into his arms – to make you fall in love with him again. He didn’t quite know how to execute it – should he have been a cliché with a boombox, calling your name outside your window?

“I… I guess I felt like she was pulling away… and so, I felt like I had to beat her to the punch,” Chris cringed. It was a childish sentiment… But perhaps it was because his ego couldn’t take being broken up with? Or perhaps the thought of losing you clouded his judgement so much and consequently, his fears came true.

Scott scoffed at his brother, rolling his eyes for effect. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah and I feel bad about it, but every time I try to talk to her, she closes up.”

“I wonder why.” Chris groaned annoyedly at his younger brother, slapping the palm of his hand to his forehead. “She told me before that she felt as if she didn’t belong with you because you’re ready to start a family and she wasn’t.”

“When she say that?”

“A while ago…” Scott scratched his chin.

“But I don’t… I don’t need a family right this second. I just need her.”

“Does she know that?” Scott asked him. “Because all she knows is that you had enough of her.”

“I didn’t really give her a chance to talk…” Chris confessed. “I just… I kinda just ranted at her.”

Scott sighed disappointedly. “In all honestly, brother, I think you need to have an actual conversation with her… Not just a I’m-gonna-yell-at-you …”

Lightning flashed through the windows as the rain steadily poured. It didn’t look as if it were going to let up any time soon. Chris glanced at the clock. It was early into the evening – if it hadn’t been storming, then the sun would be painting the sky a beautiful orange sunset. Instead it was dark, gloomy – uncertain like your future.

Without much contemplation, Chris rushed out of the dining room, cutting through the kitchen. His mother gasped when he barged through the doors and walked to towards the front. “What are you doing?” She called after him. “Dinner’s almost ready!”

“I’m getting my girlfriend back,” Chris told her. His mother’s worried expression melted into one of pride as she cupped her chest with her hand and gave him an encouraging smile.

“Go get ‘er.”

“Love you, ma,” Chris called before walking out the door and braving through the storm.

-=+=-

The doorbell startled you from your nap. You hadn’t even realized you began to drift to sleep. With little regard about your appearance, you drudged towards the front door, wondering who could be at your house at this hour – especially with a storm like this.

“Chris?” You gasped, eyes widening as your ex-boyfriend was shivering from the rain. He was drenched, standing at your front porch. “Why are you here in the rain?”

“We need to talk.” You felt the blood leave your face. The last time he said those words to you, he left you crying and heartbroken. Thunder rumbled as you stared at him. “Scott told me.”

“Of course he did,” you rolled your eyes with frustration. “Chris, I don’t want to talk –“ You tried to close the door, but he easily overpowered you, keeping it open.

“No, we need to talk about this,” Chris snapped before sighing. “(Y/N),” you always loved the way he said your name. “I don’t want a family right now… I just want you… I just need you.”

You stared at him. Chris was never one to lie. He was terrible at it. His eyes always gave him away. Much like they did tonight when they revealed he was being truthful.

“I’m sorry,” he told you. “I’m sorry I’m an asshole that night. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you – that I didn’t even try to listen.” He paused, waiting for you to butt in, but you never did. You just stared at him in silence as you processed. “You’re the only one I want to be with… and I understand if that’s not what you want… You can close the door and we’ll pretend this never happened. We can go back to whatever we were… But I’m not going to ignore this.” When you remained silent, he said, “please, please say something.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful,” you finally said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me doubting myself – that I started to push you away because I was afraid of what a serious relationship with you meant…”

He took a step towards you, hands reaching for you. One hand found its home at your waist, the other cupping your cheek. “It’s not your fault…” He said. “I love you and I always will. Please, take me back.”

“I love you, Chris,” you muttered before your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him towards your lips.

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sxngshine · 3 years

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Siren

Request: AU: supernatural au! (surprise me) Trope: unrequited love, Prompt: "Sometimes I sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different" [you don't have to do this if you don't like- but I thought it would be fun to submit an entry😅]

Captain!Felix x Sea Creature!Reader

Word count: 3.5k (idk wtf happened lol)

Warnings: Kinda angsty(I suck at angst though so idk if it'll be sad or not 😭), mentions of blood and death.

Description: In which Captain Felix sails a new course unfamiliar in order to return back home, only to enter the territory of someone who’s been eyeing him the moment she sees his ship.

A/N: I’m not sure if the terms I’m using are correct or if anything I’m talking about concerning manning a ship is correct or not, pls forgive me if it’s incorrect but for the sake of this fic we’re gonna pretend it’s right lmao. Also! Our lovely reader will also be played around with cause she was gonna be a siren but like not a siren if ya catch my drift. I'm not as happy with this as I wish i was but that's Okay.

happy reading!!

“Get up everyone! We got a long day ahead of us,” Felix yelled as he walked out of his cabin. The sun had barely risen but Felix was determined to leave as soon as possible so that they stayed ahead of schedule.

The crew slowly rose from their hammocks while the rest trudged out of the crew's cabins, all groaning because of how early it was. The quartermaster, Chan walked up to Felix.

“Morning cap’,” Chan yawned, throwing an arm over Felix’s shoulder. Felix grunted and gave Chan a distasteful look. “No one’s around Hyung, don’t call me cap’.” The shorter blonde pushed Chans' arm off him and walked up to the quarterdeck. All of Felix’s men were to address him as Captain or Sir, but since Felix had known Chan since they were kids, he preferred to be called by his first name when they were alone.

Most of the crew was already on the main deck, getting themselves ready for the day and eating breakfast. Felix walked up the edge of the deck and let out a loud whistle, catching the attention of all the men.

“Rise and shine everyone! We set sail for Korea in 30 so hustle! We still got crates waiting to be loaded!” Felix instructed and was answered by a loud “Yes sir!!!”. He then called over Minho, the ship's helmsman to discuss the route they were taking. Chan clapped Minho on the back before and messed up Felix's hair (much to Felix's dissatisfaction) before he left to supervise the main deck.

By the time everything was loaded and ready, the route was set and everyone was working to sail the ship out to sea once again.

“Captain!” I.N yelled from his position in the nest. Felix poked his head out to see who called him, his attention turning to the boy who was sliding down the rope from the nest and running towards him. “There's a storm up ahead! And it looks like a nasty one,” the boy reported. Felix took out his telescope, and just as I.N said, there was a dark grey cloud heading their way.

There was no way they could go back right now, but it was too risky to try and ride out the storm. Felix walked up to where Minho was steering the ship, looking at the map beside him. “We’ll need to take a detour, are we near any land?” Felix asked, running a hand through his hair. He was positive that the weather wouldn’t be bad for the next few days.

“There should be some land northeast from where we are. But we’ll have to take another route home if we break course right now.” Minho explained and Felix sighed. “Very well,” he turned to Chan who overheard the conversation, giving him the signal. Chan nodded and ordered all the men to get into position, everyone working in sync to turn the ship.

It took a good hour of sailing for them to find land. “LAND AHOY!” I.N yelled from the nest, pointing to where a small island was. Felix was confused, there weren’t any islands on the map where they were. But his confusion turned into relief once they docked the ship. He had been worried for a while, thinking that they broke off the initial course only to not be able to find any land.

The island looked like it had been untouched, which made Felix suspicious, but he moved it to the back of his head for now. “Listen up men! We’ll stay here for the night till the storm passes. Rest up cause we’ll be leaving first thing in the morning.” Felix called over Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin, the 3 men walking up to him.

“You three will come with me, we’re going to see if there’s anyone else around here.” He explained and began to walk into the forest of trees. “MINHO AND JISUNG! You guys are in charge till we’re back.” Felix called, continuing when he heard a faint yes sir.

The four boys walked deeper into the dense forest, looking for any sign of human life. Suddenly, the four boys stopped when Felix heard a voice. “Did you guys hear that?” he asked, looking around. The other three looked at each other and shook their heads.

Felix could’ve sworn that he heard a voice, but he figured it was nothing and carried on. Felix was walking in front of the others looking around but in the end, nothing was found. However, they managed to find some fruit and snagged some on the way back. Felix still couldn't stop thinking about that voice he heard. It almost sounded like someone was singing, and Felix couldn't deny that although it was really faint it sounded beautiful, almost like it was calling out to him.

Felix was snapped back into reality when he saw Minho and Jisung holding back one of the crewmates from possibly beating the other that was on the ground into a pulp. Felix sighed, groaning internally.

‘You two had only one job...’

Night had fallen over the island and Felix was glad that they decided to take a detour, there was no way they’d be able to survive this storm if they were still at sea. Felix was lying down on his bed wondering where that voice could’ve come from. He didn’t understand why he was so curious, but there was something about what he heard that kept him wanting to check it out. Having had enough, Felix got up and put his coat on, quietly walking out of his cabin into the pouring rain and ran down the ship into the thick forest.

When Felix was in deep enough, the rain had practically stopped, only coming down in little droplets. Felix took the same route he did just hours ago, but this time instead of a smooth path, Felix found himself walking normally one second and then the ground disappearing beneath him the next.

He went sliding and tumbling down a rocky ground, managing to grab onto a tree root that thankfully stopped him from falling off the ledge he was now dangling off of. Felix quickly pushed himself up and sat down, groaning in pain. Then he suddenly heard the most beautiful voice singing.

I've been watchin' you for some time

Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes~

Ignoring the throbbing in his body, Felix stood up and began to make his way down the ledge, blindly following the voice until he was in a large open cave, lit by beautiful shining crystals.

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes~

Felix’s head snapped in front of him, eyes widening when he saw what looked to be a woman sitting on a rock that was surrounded by a pool of water. She looked almost ethereal sitting there, combing her luscious dark brown locks that cascading down her back.

Your ocean eyes~

The woman turned towards Felix, motioning for him to come closer with her long delicate fingers. She had large innocent-looking eyes, a cute little nose, and plump pink lips. By this point, Felix thought he fell in love at first sight. He slowly walked towards her, stopping when his eyes went lower to where her legs should’ve been. Instead, he was met with a green scaly tail. But rather than being scared, he was more curious. The woman looked confused when she saw that Felix stopped. Seconds later, the woman was jumping into the pool, and before Felix could even blink she was floating by his feet.

“Hello there,” Felix greeted the half woman half creature, crouching down to her level. He noticed that the water looked very shallow, but by the way the mermaid looking creature dived into the water, he was positive that wasn’t the case. “What’s your name?” he asked, hoping to get an answer.

The woman stared at him dumbfounded, slightly startled by his deep voice before answering. “Y/n,”

Felix smiled, glad that he got an answer. “Are you a mermaid?” Y/n snorted when she heard that, shaking her head. “Those stuck-up wannabes don't live around here,” she said, resting her cheek on her hand as she examined the boy before her. “Then what’re you?”

Y/n ignored his question, instead asking him a question. “Shall I sing you a song?” she asked. Felix wanted to ask why she wouldn’t answer him but then he found himself nodding instead. Y/n began singing once again.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind

Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind

Y/n reached for Felix’s hand, which he allowed her to take, too entranced by her voice to care.

Careful creature made friends with time

Y/n tugged at his hand, lowering his head till their faces were inches apart.

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

She snaked a hand around Felix's neck, pressing her lips against his, kissing the boy softly. Felix instantly reacted, kissing her back. When Y/n was sure he was distracted, she lifted her other hand, fingers turning into sharp claws. Felix deepened the kiss, holding Y/n’s jaw in his hand and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Y/n was glad, this boy was going to be a piece of cake.

She brought her hand down, ready to kill the boy in front of her but what caught her off guard was when Felix grabbed her wrist with his free hand. Y/n froze, but Felix continued to kiss her as if it was nothing. When he pulled away, Y/n stared at him with wide eyes. Felix stared back into her what he now noticed were dull eyes, but he managed to catch a hint of guilt in them.

“Not today sweetheart,” Felix whispered, deep voice slightly raspy. Y/n couldn’t understand why he was able to react so quickly. She’d killed many men within minutes of meeting them, but for some reason, she just couldn't seem to kill Felix.

Chills ran down Y/ns back when she heard the pet name roll off his tongue. She switched to her last resort, gripping onto his neck and pulling him into the deep water.

Felix struggled to remove her grip from his shoulders, trying his best to remain calm. Y/n stuck her sharp claws into his shoulders, causing the deep blue water to turn a deep red. When she was sure that Felix was dead, a few tears left her eyes.

And those ocean eyes…

Y/n removed her claws from the now dead body, watching as he came afloat, still and unmoving. A sob left her mouth, more tears falling. It happened every time she killed someone, Y/n would start sobbing like crazy, shaking and afraid. She pulled the body out of the water, laying him onto the ground, and ran her fingers through his blonde hair. He was handsome from what Y/n could tell from behind her tears. The freckles splattered all over his face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, laying her head on his chest.

“I don't have anything against you… but if I didn't do this then they’d come and kill you instead. It would’ve been pure torture to be killed by them. This was the only way to save you.” Y/n said, propping her head up using her elbow, she traced the boy's lips. “It’s a shame I never got your name. I bet it would’ve been pretty like you,” she whispered, leaning down to press one final kiss to the boys' lips before she discarded the body. What she didn’t expect though, was for the boy to kiss her back.

She pulled away and shrieked, moving as far away as she could from the body. “Y'know, it’s not nice to kiss someone the way you did and then try to kill them.” Felix rasped, turning to the side so he could cough up some water. Y/n's eyes filled with tears and she covered her mouth. “H-how’re you still alive? You just d-died,” she stuttered.

“You must’ve killed most people the first time only, cause the third time really wasn’t the charm.” Felix chuckled. Y/n stayed silent, shocked because how could he be laughing and acting like she didn't just almost kill him. “Nonononono you’re supposed to be dead. They’ll sniff you out and it’ll be the end of the both of us why didn't you just die-” y/n mumbled and began to shake.

Felix noticed her shock, sitting up and scooting closer to her. Y/n’s mumbles seized when he pulled her into a hug, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances about how he’ll protect them both.

Felix pulled away and placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Hear me out..” he said quietly. Other than the dull burn all over his body, Felix's chest had tightened the moment he heard the cries of the creature in front of him and it warmed when he heard her laugh. Not to mention the flutter and increase of his heart rate when they kissed.

“I love you,” Y/n stared at the boy in front of her like he was crazy. “I know for a fact what love is, and what it’s like to be in love. I can tell you 100% what I feel for you right now is love,” Felix tried to convince her.

Y/n scoffed, pushing the boy off her, but he wasn't through yet. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I am, but that's not the point here.” Felix countered, holding tightly onto her hand. “Please just give me a chance-” he tried to say but he was cut off.

“STOP! Do you hear yourself?? I don’t even know your name-” Y/n said but then was also cut off. “It’s Felix,” he answered.

“Well FELIX, you’re clearly out of your mind. Look at me, I’m a goddamn monster. I’m not capable of feeling love or being loved.”

“Yes, you are! I know you love me too! I heard you crying and everything you said before you kissed me again. I know you didn't want to and you did it with good intentions. Please Y/n, we both love each other we-”

“FELIX! You know nothing. I don't love you and you don't love me either. I didn't say anything after drowning you and I kiss all my victims after they die. It’s my goodbye to them and then I throw their bodies away. You were no different.” Y/n was about done with Felix, why couldn’t he get the message?

“I know I was, cause if you didn’t have any feelings towards me then you would’ve killed me by now. I’d be long gone yet here I am. I don't care about whoever you said is trying to kill me, I can protect myself and I’ll protect you too. I promi-” Y/n gasped, covering her mouth as she sat frozen in place.

“You heard that? Nononono this just makes everything worse they-” Y/n tried to say but then her eyes began to glow a bright blue and her brown hair was now as deep blue as the water sitting beside them.

Felix stared and her frozen position, about to shake her out of worry but then she was back to normal right after.

“They’re coming.” was all she said. Felix saw the change of y/ns mood. She looked like she had given up. Her eyes were duller than before if that was even possible. Her shoulders were slumped. She looked Felix in the eyes and he froze, she looked like she was dead inside.

“Who’s coming back-” Felix would’ve finished his sentence if it wasn’t for the big rock y/n threw straight at his head, knocking him out. Felix’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to his side, staring at Y/n as black spots began to take over his line of sight. “Please... Y/...n.” and with that Felix was out like a light.

“He’s waking up!” “Get more water and ice!”

Felix heard faint voices yell. He opened his eyes slowly only to be met by the concerned face of none other than Chan.

‘Wait… Chan??’

Felix suddenly shot up, looking around. He was in his cabin, Chan, and Minho sitting by the side of his bed. “Nononono where’s Y/n?!” He asked frantically, trying to get out of bed but Chan stopped him.

“Woah there bud, take it easy. Who’s Y/n?” Chan asked calmly.

“What happened? How did I get here?” Felix screamed, tears forming in his eyes.

“When we woke up you weren’t in your room so we assumed you went out, but then we saw you lying face down in the water and you were all bruised and beaten looking. So here you are now.” Minho explained. “Now don't you think we deserve to know what the hell happened to you? You’re the most skilled person out of all the men we have, so how the hell did you end up like this?”

Felix opened his mouth to explain but then he felt a sudden rocking underneath him. “Did we start sailing again?” he asked, feeling a sudden panic arise in him. Chan nodded and pointed outside. “We set sail just a few minutes ago.”

Felix used all his might to push Chan and Minho out of the way and ran out of his cabin, rushing up to the quarterdeck and crying out when he saw the island was growing smaller by the minute.

He stared dejectedly at the island which was now just a dot in the distance. Felix saw something move in the distance and when he squinted he saw the luscious Brown locks he could never forget. “Y/n? Y/N!!!!” He yelled. She smiled sadly at him and waved, then 6 other creatures emerged and no matter how much she tried to fight them off, they had pulled her under.

“Y/N NOOOOO!” Felix cried, falling to his knees. It didn't matter to him that he fell in love with someone at first sight; what did matter though, was that the person who managed to take his heart in one night also managed to crush it not even a few hours later.

3 years later.

Felix and his crew had set sail once again for another voyage. This time setting course for the United States. Night had fallen once again but Felix wasn’t sleeping. He sat where he did every day for the past 3 years during the night at the very back of the ship where he last saw Y/n, hoping that he’d see her again someday. Even to this day, he waited and waited.

“You waiting for her again?” A voice asked from behind him. Felix nodded at the Aussie who threw an arm around his best friend.

“Y'know, I don't know if I ever told you this but, Sometimes I sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different. What if she was human? Or whoever tried to kill her didn't exist. What if I was like her? We could’ve been together if that was the case,” Feliz sighed, running a hand through his hair. Even to this day, he still remembered how heavenly her hand felt running through his hair, how soft her lips felt against his, how cold yet comforting her skin was.

“Maybe in another life, you two will end up together.” Chan comforted his friend.

“Maybe...” Felix agreed.

600 years later

“Felix hurry up! We’re gonna be late again!!” Chan yelled from the kitchen. Felix practically flew downstairs on one foot as he attempted to put a shoe on the other. “Let's go! We have 10 more minutes!”

Both boys rushed to Chan's car and drove to their university in record time. They ran as fast as they could and were halfway to class when Felix realized he left his book in Chan's car.

“Chan, I left my textbook in your car!” Felix groaned. Chan smacked him upside the head and threw him his keys, running to class while thinking of good ways to distract their professor.

Felix ran back to Chan's car and grabbed his textbook. When he was running back towards the building, he being the idiot he is, ran into someone and fell back onto his butt. The person in front of him held their hand out which he gladly took. He stood up and finally looked at the person he bumped into. She was really pretty, with large innocent looking eyes, a cute little nose, and plump pink lips. But there was something about her eyes that was really dull like they had lost the light in them. “You okay?” she asked.

Something about her voice sounded so alluring to Felix but he couldn’t pin why. “Oh-UH yes! Yea I’m okay, sorry for bumping into you,” Felix apologized. “It’s fine,” the brunette said before turning and walking towards the building. Felix followed her and decided to introduce himself.

“My name’s Felix, What's yours?”

“Y/n,”

Fin.

#skz au #skz scenarios #skz fluff #au #bang chan #chanlix #lee felix fluff #felix x reader #Siren au #felix imagines #felix angst #skz fanfic #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #straykids #stray kids angst

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the-voltage-diaries · 3 years

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You’re my Mocha Lisa - Eisuke Ichinomiya

Disclaimer: Coffee Shop AU. Also has shameless self insertion. It’s basically an indulgence on my part lmao.

Word count: 1860

Author’s Note: Congrats on the 1K, @leoamber66! Here’s a li’l something as my congrats~ Also, thank you @akaiiro-yume for proof-reading this at like the last second LOL. P.S. Thank you for just like... existing. You pulled me out of my writer’s block every time, leove. Every time I couldn’t write, I remember you doing something - ANYTHING - which made me wanna write for you. And for that, I’m eternally grateful. Love ya.

“Are you certain?” I ask, dubious. I raise my brows at the woman standing on the opposite end of the counter for good measure while I wait for a reply.

Yuki - and I know her name not because I’m a stalker but because she comes here every morning, just saying - looks from her thoroughly rummaged purse up at me and blinks once.

Cute. Very cute.

“Absolutely,” she nods just as her fingers start sorting through the bills again. This woman has no idea how badly I hoped she was kidding, does she.

“So... a grande cup of black coffee. Will that be all?” I might seem all cool and calm on the face, but on the inside, it’s like I’m praying to her conscience to at least order a chocolate pastry to go along with this disaster. Or like a cookie. Heck, I’ll even give it to her for free.

“Yep.” She looks up again and smiles, and I can’t help but notice the way her heels don’t really do much to hide how adorably short she is. I find it almost endearing, the way she has to look up at me every time she needs to say something. It makes me want to ask her more questions just to get her to do that.

Wait. What am I even thinking? Focus on the damn order, Ichinomiya.

“Um, if you don’t mind me asking,” she begins while handing me the change, “how long have you been working here? I think I’ve seen you around ever since I started coming to this place.”

My brow twists into an uncertain furrow at that, not used to receiving any personal questions from her. I pause, tearing away her copy of the receipt, and take a glance around to make sure there’s nobody else to whom the question could have been directed. Much to my relief, there aren’t any other customers waiting in line, possibly because it’s still very early in the morning and the cafe is pretty quiet, to interrupt what could potentially be our small conversation.

But apparently, I take too long to reply and Yuki takes it as a sign that she’s tried to cross an invisible boundary. “You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable, of course,” she hurriedly adds, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear in embarrassment.

“That’s alright. And to answer your question, I’ve been working here since the place was established,” I answer honestly, without missing a beat. But god do I hope she doesn’t try to probe any further into what I said. That’d be a little embarrassing.

“That long? Wow...”

I scoff quietly, smiling. While she bites her lip with her eyes swimming in a pool of faraway wonder, I turn around to get started on her coffee. A certain calm descends between us, with just some light music playing in the cafe.

“It must be nice,” she mutters a little later, mostly to herself before speaking louder. “Being the only employee here, I mean. It’s so quiet in the morning. Feels calming, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

On the inside, I wince at the nonchalance of my response. I’d have loved to correct her that ‘No, I’m not the only employee here,’ but that’d make the explanation a little awkward.

Why? You’ll come to know soon.

After that, we fall into another quiet bubble of our own, and soon enough, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts along with the air, touching every little cranny of the space it manages to cross.

If only I could add some damn milk into this bitter concoction...

Once the black coffee is read in all its biting glory, I pick up the marker to write her name on the cup. “Oh! It’s Yu-”

“Yuki, right?” I cut her off, smirking. “My memory is not so bad as to not remember the name of the one person who recites it every morning to me, you know?”

“O-oh... right..”

One glance in her direction is all it takes for me to catch an embarrassed red pop across her cheeks, and she bites her lip adoringly, directing her gaze away. I know I’ve said it before, but I find this woman absolutely adorable and her blush is probably the icing on the cake.

So, I decide to prod a little further.

“I hope you find it in you to actually finish this today,” I wink, handing her the warm cup. “It does take some effort to make, after all.”

“What... What do you mean?” She questions and I don’t miss the way her blush deepens. She knows what I’m talking about.

“Mm, I wonder.”

“Hey, I like black coffee, okay!”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well,” I shrug, “I don’t exactly blame you.”

She gives up and huffs - of course, I find it endearing - and sits down at a table nearby, taking out her mobile to text someone - it better not be a boyfriend- wait why do I even care - with the drink in hand. I know what’s about to happen in less than a second and I keep an eye on her, thoroughly prepared to savour every second of it.

Yuki takes a sip of her drink and, almost immediately, makes a face like that of Baby Yoda provided he sucked on a lemon. It’s weird and shows blatant disgust. “Pfft,” I scoff, amused, but not loud enough for her to hear me.

The reason why I predicted this would happen is because she has been coming to the cafe and ordering black coffee every morning for the last three weeks, but every single time I catch her making weird faces as she sips it. Every single one of those times when I leave to check my mails, I come back to an empty cafe with a half-finished cup of coffee in her place.

I wonder, is she trying to look mature or something?

I’m still watching her quietly but reluctantly sip her drink when the door chimes, welcoming a new customer. The woman walks straight past the order station and to Yuki’s table once she spots her and sits down, sending a quick greeting her way.

Oh, so the one she was texting earlier was a friend.

Wait, why do I care again?

“So,” the friend begins, and I can’t help but overhear what she says. “Have you asked him out yet?” At that, my ears perk up. Asked who out?

“Would you be quiet!” Yuki whispers, glaring. She’s all fidgety and blushing.

“You haven’t, huh?” the friend smirks. “I saw him, he’s hot. Be quick, or he’s gonna be off the market soon.”

“Zela!”

“I’m being honest.”

“I know...” I pretend to wipe some of the glasses kept nearby when I catch her sending a quick glance my way, but my eyes or ears don’t divert their attention. “But what if he already has a girlfriend?”

For some reason when I hear the touch of desperation in Yuki’s voice, I feel a mild jealousy bite at me. After all, who IS this guy she wants to ask out?

“His name was Eisuke, right?” the friend, Zela, asks and for a second, I cease all movement.

Was that my name I heard?

“Shut UP, he’ll hear you!” Yuki whisper-shouts, and I wait with bated breath for her to continue. “But.. yeah.. that’s the name.”

“Damn, the name’s just as hot.”

“ZELA!”

“WHAT?! I’m just appreciating the goods. Unlike a certain someone.”

The friends continue their banter, but I’m much too distracted by what Yuki said earlier to pay heed to it. My name isn’t so common, and I’m about a hundred percent sure I heard my name.

Does that mean she wants to ask me out?

The thought makes me smile, and I register the reason why I didn’t want her to have a boyfriend. I’ve been taking her order every morning, making an attempt to see her every single morning since the first time three weeks ago because I want to see her, even if it’s for a handful of minutes. I find her cute, and I definitely would want to see more of that gorgeous blush swim across those supple cheeks.

Wait, is that creepy? I hope not.

The realisation that she has an interest in me is a happy one, and I scoff at myself, waiting for her friend to leave her for like ten seconds for me to make use of this opportunity.

And apparently, the universe agrees because just then Zela gets up and walks over to the restroom, finally leaving Yuki alone. I quickly brew another cup of coffee and add the milk I’d been dying to add with three cubes of sugar. I walk over to her with the cup in hand, and she looks up in confusion. “Allow me to treat you to a much better coffee. Today, 6:30 PM in front of the Tres Spades.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” She mumbles and she absentmindedly grabs the cup.

“I’m asking you out on a date. That’s what’s going on,” I wink, and just then the cafe door chimes for the second time. "I better see you there, Yuki.”

“O-oh...” Another wave of red colours her cheeks before she takes a deep breath and looks at me, right in the eyes. “You will see me there, Eisuke,” she smiles.

“Glad to hear it.”

I turn around with a smile and see Zela coming back out of the restroom in my periphery. My gaze shifts to the person who walked into the cafe just moments ago, and I acknowledge him with a nod when I realise it’s another employee.

“Good morning, Mr. Ichinomiya,” he mutters, bowing his head a little.

“Wait, Ichinomiya?”

The split confusion makes me look down at the ground with a smirk while I untie the apron and set it on one of the tables. I stay still, patiently waiting for the dots to connect in her head.

“Isn’t this cafe owned by the Ichinomiya Corp-”

Heh. About time.

“Oh god. Are you THE Eisuke Ichinomiya?” She whispers, shock lacing her tone like the most avid of blues. “Like, the owner of this place?” At that, I turn my head to look at her.

“Welcome to Ichinobeanya. I hope to see you again soon.” My lips curve up in a half-smile when I see how awed she looks, and without wasting another second I grab my jacket and make my way towards the door, sincerely hoping to see her again in the evening. “Don’t forget your promise.”

I’m pretty sure I hear her mumble, “I won’t...”

And it’s when I’m almost out of the door and onto the street when I think I hear Zela say “He gave you this new coffee, didn’t he? See, I’ve been telling you, you don’t need to drink that yucky black coffee to impress him!"

An embarrassed "Shut up Zela!" is the last to reach my ears as I finally close the door behind me with a laugh, looking forward to the evening with an excitement akin to that of a child.

#Kissed by the Baddest Bidder #Eisuke Ichinomiya #Voltage Inc #Otome Romance #Love 365 #Love 365: Find Your Story #kbtbb #kbtbb eisuke #kissed by the baddest bidder eisuke #fanfic #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb eisuke fanfic #kissed by the baddest bidder fanfic #eisuke ichinomiya fanfic #coffee shop au #appreciation for leo #she is pretty fabulous #so yknow

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peaches-writes · 4 years

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constellation leo

prompt 7: “Duh, of course it is, because I made it.”

member: changbin wc: 893 genre: fluff, mythological / fantasy au, mermaid au, witch / wizard au, established relationship au note: yes leo is the brightest constellation in the sky and changbin is the brightest star lmao cheesy moves vivi + aw this turned out rlly warm im personally soft am i allowed to say that

Something in your heart leaps greatly when Changbin looks at your work for the first time and instinctively smiles. For as long as you’ve known him, he’s always been the friend to his loved ones who will admire everything that they do but you still feel an intense boost in your confidence when he does the same for you—especially now that he’s yours.

“They’re beautiful.” He murmurs in awe, brightly glancing back at you seated on a nearby rock before looking up at the night sky again. “So beautiful.”

“Duh, of course it is, because I made it.” You feign smugness with a playful roll of your eyes, chuckling when the merman then scoffs and splashes water at you with his fiery red tail in retaliation.

“I’m gonna pretend you aren’t being smug right now,” He pretends to shake his head in disapproval. “especially considering how this project of yours was a happy accident at first just six months ago.”

You scrunch up your nose, hitting his shoulder when he swims closer to you. “And I’m still going to continue pretending that they weren’t accidents.” You insist. “Anyway, you already said they’re beautiful, babe, so your teasing really can’t hurt me now.”

“Touché.” He shrugs with a sigh before letting out another laugh. “You win. I should be more careful with my timing on compliments, huh? Tease you first before being sincere.”

Changbin then lifts himself up to the empty space next to you with ease, scooting close after and leaning back with his hands behind him. “But enough about my opinion,” He adds after, turning his head to look at you. “What did the islanders think?”

Your eyes immediately light up at this, eliciting another fond smile from him. “Ah, well, I went to the market today to fetch herbs and ingredients and I heard more people talking about it! They’re calling them ‘stars’ now! I even heard some people finding the patterns I hid in them and giving them cute names!”

Changbin nods along as you ramble, his grin only growing wider as your tone of voice becomes progressively more excited. “Really now?” He encourages you to elaborate further in your short pause to catch your breath. His proud expression makes your heart jump again and the merman, feeling your emotions echo through him, can’t help but smirk at this. “What did they find?”

“O-Oh, like the scales I made for Chan on his birthday, the first one I made—do you remember that one? The maiden Jisung, Felix, and Seungmin accidentally made me blow up into the sky?—and then the scorpion that Minho wanted.” You recall, grinning wider when he continues enthusiastically nodding along to you with his utmost attention. “They’re yet to find the fish Hyunjin asked me from before and the waves Jeongin liked so much but I guess that’s because it’s almost Winter now.”

“And what about mine?” He suddenly asks, making you hum in feigned confusion.

“What about you?” You tease, earning you a pout from him.

“Babe, come on,” Changbin nudges your shoulder with his.” You said you made me something but you still haven’t shown me.”

You chuckle at the sudden rise in his tone towards the end, knowing full well that he’s going to start acting cutely soon if you keep teasing him. When Changbin’s pout deepens and a whine escapes his lips at this, you then take his hand between the two of you, guiding them upwards to the night sky as the latest of the ‘stars’ you made moves closer to your view. “Here you are, you big baby.” You point out for him, tracing the outline of what the islanders have called a ‘constellation.’ “This one’s for you, Binnie.”

Changbin then traces and re-traces the pattern a few more times until he’s figured it out, placing your intertwined hands to his bare chest after. “I’m a lion?” He asks in a bewilderment, his big smile returning to his features.

You nod happily, smiling even more when he looks up to the sky again with newfound admiration. “It’s the brightest ‘constellation’ in the sky—that’s what the islanders call a group of stars!—so even when you’re underwater you can still see it.” You add, fueling his amazement even more.” I also placed it at a specific part at North of the sky so that when I travel to other lands, I can easily find my way back to you after with it and its movements from where I can see it, like the Polaris but with a path that only ends to wherever you are at sea.”

“And I’m a lion because?”

You purse your lips teasingly at him again, making him protest when you don’t answer immediately.

“Ya, tell me!” He shakes your hands impatiently, making you laugh.

Instead of answering him, you only lean closer to him for a kiss instead. “Because,” You murmur against his lips when you reluctantly pull away, giggling when he leans in for another quick kiss before letting you continue. “Because I feel the bravest and most courageous with you, because you encouraged me to continue weaving the stars in the sky even when it was just an accident at first—because I love you the most.”

Satisfied, Changbin initiates yet another kiss, lingering longer this time. “I love you too.”

on a night much like tonight (drabble game)

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thewhumperinwhite · 3 years

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ATTD: The Demon in Atychia Town

Previous: Intro 1 // Intro 2 // Intro 3

This is long but I couldn’t find a very natural place to split it, so. It’s staying one piece.

Pray for Jasper everyone lmao

@whumpitywhumpwhump @favwhumpstuff

TW for: starvation/aftermath of starvation; alcohol use/drunkenness; people are threatened and shot at with a crossbow; nonhuman whumpee with captivity and wing whump; dehumanization and “it” language for a sapient, nonhuman creature. Also Will is doing some wild, like, masking here and I’m not sure how to warn for that exactly.

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The boy called Will, apparently skeleton and little else, weighed only very slightly more than Jasper’s pack, and carrying him would have been no burden at all if not for the desperate litany of apologies he muttered directly into Jasper’s ear for the entire journey back to town.

Then Jasper saw what was sitting in the center of Atychia Town. It had not been there when he had left, and it shouldn’t have been there now.

He dropped the boy onto his unsteady feet then and there, beside the wellhouse, barely waiting to see that the boy stayed upright, because there was no room for anything in his head other than this: to go to the only building in town likely to have people in it at this hour, and find out who among them had chained up a demon in the town square.

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There was a stain on the thickly-varnished wood of the table in the front righthand corner of the Sheep’s Eye Inn and Tavern. It was dark red, and enough like wine for plausible deniability, and it did not seem to be coming out, no matter how hard Lia scrubbed at it.

Jasper Run, the Magician, could have magicked it out easily enough, Lia thought, scrubbing savagely. If he was interested in using his magic for anything useful. Not that she would have asked him to start with scrubbing her tables. You could do all sorts of things with magic, in minutes, that would take the people of Atychia months and years to do otherwise. Deepen wells, for instance. Trick crops into growing thicker and healthier. Make rain.

Alright, Lia thought, her hands drawing into fists around her cleaning rag. That last was maybe better left to a Sorcerer than a Magician. But still. He hadn’t even fixed the temple roof, and any third-rate conjurer could do that.

Harsh, ugly laughter erupted from the big table in the center of the bar area, where her employer and his horrible friends were drinking themselves into a violent stupor. Lia’s shoulders tightened and she scrubbed at the stain even harder, because what she wanted to do was break things, and that might make her finally lose her job.

“Oy, Lass! Another round for my boys, here!” Old Meyr called in a heavily slurred voice.

Lia tried to remind herself why she wanted to keep this job so bad, anyway.

Straightening, Lia plastered on a smile that felt two sizes too tight and went over to see what the idiots wanted.

“I wonder what the reward will be, when we get down to Archae,” the youngest of Meyr’s little friends was saying excitedly, leaned across the table with a hazy grin on his face and a mostly-empty bottle clutched in his fist.

“If we get down to Archae,” the oldest of the group said dourly, earning a pout from his junior. “We’ve a long ways to go yet, lad, and I wouldn’t take a week in the Waste lightly—not with a monster like that in tow.”

Lia, eavesdropping a little now, shuddered at the thought of that, and inadvertently caught her employer’s eye. He was too deep in his cups to notice she’d been listening, so that was alright—though to be honest, part of her wanted him to shout at her, so she would have an excuse to shout back. “Ah, there y’are, lass,” he hiccupped, giving her an off-kilter grin. “More’a the same, for us all!” He waved his empty mug at her, and did not seem to notice her answering scowl.

“Sir,” she agreed shortly, and stalked back to the bar to get more ale.

The youngest man—at least six years Lia’s junior—gave her a wide, intoxicated leer when she came back with the drinks. “G’mornin’, Missy Lia!” he said, a little to loudly. Lia twitched very slightly. She had no idea what this boy’s name might be, but she did know this gutless pip had no business calling her “Missy.” She decided to leave his ale for last. He did not notice. He giggled at her, instead, though it turned into a hiccup at the end. “Did you see what we found in the—oof!”

Lia wondered if she was supposed to pretend she hadn’t seen the elbow that the oldest man had planted in the younger one’s ribs.

“Thanks for the service, Barmaid Lia,” the old man said, his voice polite and also definitely a dismissal. This time, Lia thought any sober man would probably have seen her answering twitch. “We hope you’ll excuse the boy,” he went on, sending his junior a furious look. “When Young Kalen opens his mouth, all his guts fall out. He didn’t say nothin’ as ought to concern you, Missy.”

Lia set the old man’s drink down in front of him, and happened to tread hard on his foot under the table in the process. He loud squawk the old man made startled another member of the party—by far the largest, though more about the middle than the muscles—out of an impromptu nap on the edge of the table. Old Meyr leaned forward, squinting at her, as though to decide whether she ought to be disciplined.

“How clumsy of me,” Lia said sweetly. Meyr hiccuped. So her employer’s terrible tolerance seemed to save her job again, for better or worse.

Lia rolled her shoulders, and reminded herself that it was more or less this or starving, in Atychia Town.

Still. If any member of this party called her Barmaid again—honestly. It was bad enough when Jasper Run did it, but at least he had a nice—

It was as Lia was finishing this thought that the front door flew open and Jasper Run stormed through it.

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The door to the Sheep’s Eye was lighter than he remembered, and slammed very loudly against a poorly-placed booth with a loud crack that sounded like it might be permanent.

Jasper found that he did not much care.

Old Meyr, who owned the inn—not, Jasper thought furiously, that he actually had any hand in running the place, these days, that was all Lia, and it should have been her place really—was seated at the center table, a beer clutched at the end of one spindly arm, and the other waving vaguely in the air. From the door, all Jasper could see was his bent, spidery back, and the old man didn’t turn, not at Jasper’s not-very-subtle entrance, and not at the sound of his boots pounding on the floor, either.

“Magician,” Will Price said in a faint, wispy voice from behind him, and held out his thin hand, awkwardly; like he wanted to tug at Jasper’s sleeve, but was afraid to actually touch him. Probably that bore further examination, but for now it also made him very easy to ignore.

“I would like to know,” Jasper said in a thunderous voice, “what exactly is going on in the Square today.”

Atychia was barely a town, and its residents called the dusty cobblestone rectancle between the Sheep’s Eye and the wellhouse the Town Square with a hint of despairing irony. On an ordinary day the Square held occasional stalls run by especially intrepid or lost merchants, some lines of drying laundry, and very little else.

Today, there was a cage in the middle of the square.

It was hard to keep anything clean so close to the Waste. The interior of the cage was so clotted with dust, blood, hair, and feathers that it had been difficult to say, at first, what was huddled in the center of that vast construction of wire and wood. At first, Jasper had assumed the cage contained some sort of criminal, awaiting trial—it seemed a bit barbaric, to keep a man exposed to the wind and dust like that for any length of time, but Atychia was that sort of town. That was before he saw the wings, however.

After he saw the wings, Jasper hadn’t thought of anything at all.

Old Meyr, confronted with a very angry Magician of nearly twice his height and muscle mass, turned in his seat and blinked owlishly. “Eh?”

“The. Square,” Jasper said slowly, through his teeth.

Old Meyr blinked twice more, and then he raised himself up to his full spindly height and said haughtily, “’Tain’t none o’ yer thrice-damned business, Conjurer.”

It was remarkable how easy it was to pull the old man out of his chair.

His scarred palm wrapped around the back of the old man’s skinny neck, Jasper half-dragged the protesting Innkeeper toward the door, the red haze of anger quite thick enough to block out the utterly baffled look on Lia the Barmaid’s face and the uncomfortable (feverish) confusion on Will Price’s.

“Wha—Jasper?” Lia squeaked, hurrying to follow him.

“M-Magician—hey—!” Will Price wheezed, stumbling after her.

Jasper ignored them, and ignored Old Meyr too until he had dragged him out the door and into the square, and then he dropped the old man on his feet in front of the hulking iron frame.

Inside the cage, the demon shifted. A few blood-clotted feathers lifted in the breeze. Jasper caught one, and had time enough to glare at it and see that it seemed to be made of amber and sapphires before it turned to ash in his hands.

Jasper peered into the darkness within the cage, and a pair of golden eyes peered back for a moment. Then the demon threw her great tattered wings over her head, a mess of blood and fire-colored curls.

“What the hell have you done, old man?” Jasper croaked. The sight of the demon’s feather had knocked a good part of the anger out of him. He had been furious. He was now starting to be very slightly afraid.

Staring at the shape in the cage through an almost literal fog of alcohol, the old man swayed slightly, and then turned to glare petulantly up at Jasper.

“It’s mine,” he said, his voice slurred and also a touch defensive. “I found it.”

Jasper, unable to believe what he was hearing, stared at the old man. Old Meyr inched slowly back, away from the cage.

“Bullshit you did,” Jasper said flatly.

He started toward the cage door, Runes in hand, and then the sound of wood scraping against metal pulled him up short. The oldest—and, at the moment, soberest—member of Old Meyr’s party stood in the Inn’s doorway, an elderly but operational crossbow tucked against his broad right shoulder.

“I’d step away from yon caged birdie, an I were you, young Conjurer,” the old man said. His voice was measured, if a touch reluctant, and his fingers looked firm enough on the cross’s trigger. Though he was older than Meyr by ten summers easily, and might have seen seventy summers, he was much less twig-shaped than the Innkeeper, and closer to Jasper’s height, too. Jasper glared at him.

“Furl’n!” Meyr crowed, though the slur in his voice meant the actual pronunciation of his comrad’s name was anyone’s guess. “Bloody good timing, brother. Cap’tal!”

Jasper chose to ignore this. “’Caged birdie,’” he repeated savagely. “Have you idiots got any idea what it is you’ve caught, here?” He gestured wildly at the demon, who shivered, wing feathers rippling.

“’Course we have!” Meyr protested, affronted, and pulled a sheet of parchment from down the front of his grayed tunic.

“Meyr—” Furlan—Furlen? Furlyn?—growled warningly, but Jasper had already snatched the paper out of Meyr’s spindly fingers and held it easily out of the little man’s limited reach.

The emperor, the parchment proclaimed in large, elegant type—and Jasper was surprised to see ink this far into the Waste, let alone print—offers a generous reward for the successful capture of a flying devil carrying the pictured plumage.

Below this someone had painted a delicate wing-feather in shades of iridescent blue and gold, and an address had been noted, in Archae City, miles away across the Waste.

Jasper stared at the parchment. It could have been duplicated by magic, but not in color, on such high quality paper, that would have cost a fortune. No one near Atychia had that kind of money, or access to such specifically skilled labor.

“Well—now you see, young Conjurer,” Furlan-Furlen-Furlyn gumbled, shooting a glare towards Old Meyr, who didn’t seem to notice. “We’ll be takin’ yon birdie down t’Archae with us, when we go. Ye’ll understand—” and here he adjusted his grip on the cross-bow, so it was trained on the center of Jasper’s chest, and set his jaw a bit more firmly—“if we take unkindly to any meddling from you, sir.”

Jasper glanced back at the cage’s wrought-iron lock, and then forward at the crossbow’s iron-tipped bolt. His Runes were beginning to feel warm in his hand, though that may have been his own anger making heat rise in his blood.

It’d be tight, on the optimistic end. But if he could move fast enough—

“Really, boys,” Lia snapped, stepping between Jasper and the old man in a flurry of skirts and apron strings. “Really, now. You ought both to be ashamed of yourselves.”

Jasper blinked. The old man, in the doorway, seemed to do the same.

“Furlen Challis,” Lia scolded, raising a finger in the old man’s direction like an affronted schoolmistress. “You are on the doorstep of the Sheep’s Eye, sir, which puts you on an Inn’s property with a weapon drawn.” Tossing her heavy dark curls, Lia crossed her arms. “The Sheep’s Eye is no quester’s bar, for you to brawl in. Your manners appall me, Sai Challis.”

Furlen Challis’s crossbow lowered slightly, and he scrubbed at the back of his neck like a guilty schoolboy, averting his eyes.

“Eh—that’s so,” he allowed, sounding embarrassed. “Sorry for it, Barmaid, Marm.”

Lia twitched, and Jasper was afflicted with a bizarre desire to laugh, at least until she spun on her heel to land on him instead, dark eyes flashing with offended propriety.

“As for yourself, Jasper Run,” Lia said haughtily, crossing her arms, “I will not have you barging into my Inn—” It was fortunate, probably, that Old Meyr had lapsed into staring dreamily up at the sky and was apparently too engrossed to hear her call the Sheep’s Eye hers—“and dragging people about without so much as a hullo to the staff or an order placed.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. Jasper had to resist the urge to fidget.

“Well,” he tried, clearing his throat. “I wasn’t exactly—that is—”

Ignoring him, Lia clapped her hands once to show that the matter was closed. “Right,” she said, her voice businesslike and pointedly looking at neither Jasper nor Furlen. “I believe we will all of us want a calming drink, then—which we will all of us pay for, like the respectable patrons we are. Yes?” she prompted Jasper, eyebrows raised.

“Eh—aye,” Jasper agreed reluctantly, glaring at Furlen over her shoulder.

“Yes?” Lia repeated, turning to include Furlen in the address.

“Sure enough, Barmaid Lia,” the old man mumbled, and shuffled back into the Sheep’s Eye, clearly happy to retreat.

Jasper watched the old man go, but didn’t move to follow as Old Meyr raised a hand toward his departing compatriot and tripped unsteadily after him with a slurred, “Hold up—Furl’n—how ‘bout a drink—?"

Lia gave Jasper a long look, half guilt and half warning, before she turned and followed her employer back into the Inn, shaking her head.

Jasper looked back at the cage’s lock—heavy wrought iron. Too think to crack easily, and firmly Magic-repellent. He filed this information away for consideration. Now that his anger had settled down to a steady boil in his gut, he remembered (hearing a dead man’s voice in his head, there had to be one of us left) that he had been trying not to draw attention to himself.

For a moment, the demon caught Jasper’s eye, and she looked at him with deep distrust. Her left wing hung at an odd angle from the shoulder joint.

Feeling disgust bubble up in the back of his throat—for Old Meyr and Furlen Challis and himself perhaps most of all—Jasper turned his back on her.

He was about to push open the Inn’s door—and he definitely had put a crack in it, for which he was not sorry—when he saw a vague flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye.

Jasper looked down. The boy Will, leaning against the front wall of the Inn, blinked back at him.

“Sorry, boy,” Jasper said. “Did you sit down, or fall?”

He offered the boy a hand up. The boy didn’t take it. He was looking at the cage.

With a little effort, Jasper didn’t follow his gaze. “You want a drink? I surely wouldn’t give you alcohol, but they must have something like water behind the bar. I can—”

“I think,” the boy said slowly, “I am a little confused.”

Jasper blinked at the boy, and then up at the cage, and laughed once, leaning against the wall next to him. “Crythian,” he said bitterly. “I nearly forgot. Have you ever even seen a demon before?”

The boy shook his head. “Never,” he said softly. “I thought—it is a little different than I expected.”

Jasper laughed harshly. The boy winced. “Well, here you are, Mr. Price. A fine specimen of demonkind. And of the way we treat them, too. And if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go now, and get drunk.”

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When Jasper left him to stalk back into the bar, the boy pulled himself very carefully to his feet, using the outside wall of the Inn for support when he felt his knees were about to buckle.

The cage was big enough to fill almost the whole square. It was a rough frame of stout wood, on huge, thick wooden wheels, with a tangle of loose iron mesh for the sides. Whether from nerves or from fever, the boy could feel his heart pounding in his temples, so hard it seemed the creature in the cage must surely hear it, but he still took a careful barefoot step closer to the cage, leaning forward to see the light filter through in bars and shimmer on the dirty golden feathers within.

He was just growing brave enough to reach out towards the bars when the mass of blood and feathers suddenly lunged up towards him with a cry like a thousand furious crows, and clung to the bars with long-nailed hands and feet, suspended like a giant fire-colored bat and ignoring the sizzle of iron against its flesh.

The boy fell back and landed hard on the ground, too startled even to cry out.

(Inside the Inn, Magician and Barmaid paused in their discussion to cast nervous looks towards the door. Most of Meyr’s party were too drunk to pay the sudden noise much mind, though Furlen Challis did cast a suspicious glance in Jasper Run’s direction.)

“Murderous traitor!” the demon was screeching, reaching a slim arm through the bars to claw at the boy’s face, just out of its reach. “I will see that the Council has bathed in your blood!”

Staring at the split and bloody tips of the demon’s claws, the boy’s brain stopped working so completely that what fell out of his mouth was a blurted, “You—you speak Crythian?”

At the sound of his words, spoken hesitantly in his own tongue, the demon stopped her furious scrabbling at the bars. In the slanted light, he could just see a pair of burnished-gold eyes with narrow, slit pupils examining him closely. After a moment, the demon withdrew her arm.

“…you’re not him,” she said blankly, in perfect Crythian.

The boy blinked once. And then he went shivered badly, cold under the heat of his fever, because of course he knew exactly who she had mistaken him for.

“No,” he said carefully. “I’m Will Price.”

With a loud exhale, the demon retreated back from the cage’s bars. “I care not who you are, dirt-creature,” it said flatly. Now that it was not roaring at him, he could see its form properly. It was shaped like a woman, with matted hair the color of sunset and skin the color of glowing-hot metal. It—she?—looked little older than he was himself, though that meant little, for a demon.

…he had been taught that it meant little, at least.

There was a long silence. The boy, staring into the dark and dirty cage, worried at his lower lip. The demon, flicking distrustful eyes at the boy’s face, pulled her tattered wings closer about herself.

“I confess,” the boy said softly, after a time. “I was not taught your kind could—speak so well.”

“Nor I that yours could be so thin and frail,” the demon snapped, teeth bared. Its teeth were flat and even. No fangs at all.

“Why is it that these men have caged you?” he asked slowly. An idea was starting to form in his head.

The demon leaned forward to look long and hard at his face again, as though trying to gauge his intent in asking. “How shall I know that?” she said coldly. “Does a man like you need a reason to hurt a creature such as me?”

Lips parted, the boy turned those words over in his head for a long minute.

“You are not what I was expecting,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her.

“And you are less even than I had come to expect,” the demon countered, sounding tired. “Though you come bearing a tool for killing, and that is no surprise,” she went on, eyes flicking down to the sword hanging at his hip.

Startled, the boy blinked, then looked down, laying his hand on the glass orb at the sword’s hilt. “I do, don’t I,” he said softly. And then, because of the fever pounding in his head or the thought of his father’s words (they are beasts and worse than beasts) or the Magician’s (and of the way we treat them, too), he made a decision all at once.

“Chorus,” the boy said softly. “Will you help me cause a commotion?”

The demon drew back, startled, when the boy’s long-sword began quite suddenly to laugh.

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Lia was still staring at Jasper in slack jawed disbelief when the door slid quietly open to admit a small yellow-haired shape, and then closed politely behind him.

Lia had almost flatly refused to believe it when the Magician claimed to have found an injured, teen-aged Crythian wandering alone in the Waste, and now she could only stare, from the seat she had taken across from Jasper, at this thin white ghost of a boy, now pausing inside the door to get his bearings. Lia would give him sixteen summers, at a guess, surely no more than that, and from his sunken hollow cheekbones and narrow bony wrists she would guess he had not even in a week, or slept in half again as long.

“That boy was traveling alone in the Waste?” she hissed at Jasper. “I don’t believe it.”

Jasper shrugged. “I wouldn’t either, yet there he stands, and quite alone, you’ll find.” A shadow crossed his face as he said those last few words, but it was gone against before Lia could really wonder what it meant.

Lia had ten immediate follow-up questions, but then the boy seemed to spot Jasper, and picked his careful—barefoot?—way across the bar to the booth she and the Magician were sharing. “Magician Run,” he said softly, in very good Galdrean, “I wonder if—oh.” At the sight of Lia, he pulled up short.

“Young Master Pryce,” Jasper said, waving a hand between boy and waitress. “May I introduce Miss Lia Taplin, finest Barmaid in Atychia Town.”

Lia opened her mouth to say that this was damning with faint praise if ever she had heard it, but then the boy smiled at her, and she forgot what she was saying.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Miss Taplin,” the boy said, and bowed over her outstretched hand, his free hand over his heard. His eyes were bright blue, ringed with thick brown lashes, and his smile was white and straight and perfect, and he was older than she’d thought—nineteen summers, surely, or twenty even. For a moment she was certain he would press a kiss to the back of her hand, and almost as certain she would let him.

Lia took a moment to recover, and thus didn’t notice Jasper Run start and stare at the boy like he had grown a second head.

“Uh,” Lia said stupidly, feeling herself flush deeply. “Yes. It’s very nice to meet you—Sai Price.”

“Please,” the boy said, in a voice that was slightly scratchy on the surface and velvet underneath, “just Will is fine. I was thinking—ah—” He staggered very slightly, and went even paler, which Lia would have thought impossible. “Perhaps I should sit down,” he said delicately, turning his dazzling smile on Jasper, who scooted over to make room, with an odd look on his face. “I am thinking,” the boy said in his strange sweet voice, “that while I am very grateful for your hospitality, I should be going on my way, now.”

“Going?” Lia said blankly. “Where?”

The boy blinked once, smile never faltering, then opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Furlen Challis approaching from the center table.

“Here, Magician,” Furlen said, scrubbing at the back of his neck, “Sorry for the… misunderstanding, eh? We’ll be on our way now, and no need for hard feelings between us.”

Will stiffened slightly in his seat.

Jasper openly glared at Furlen, but was in the process of forcing it painfully into a smile when the entire Inn suddenly shook with a roar of snapping wood and breaking metal. Jasper dropped the glass she had been holding. Lia jumped automatically out of the booth. Meyr’s party froze in the act of getting groggily to their feet. Furlen spun towards the door, hand leaping to the crossbow slung over his shoulder. Will Price stared down at the table.

The next minute was a mad rush of bodies towards the door, frantic to see what had made such a terrible sound in the square. Lia blinked, and was alone in the Inn with Jasper Run, who was trapped in his seat by Will Price, who hadn’t moved.

“I wonder, Miss Taplin,” Will Price said politely, “if your Inn might have a back door.”

Jasper attempted to stand up, but Will continued to be firmly in the way. Jasper stared at him, beginning to get the feeling that one of them had made a horrible mistake.

“It’s only,” Will went on, still smiling at Lia, just as if there was not beginning to be a very loud and alarming commotion outside, “that I’m thinking it might be a good idea for me to leave soon and I shouldn’t want to attract to much attention to myself, being a stranger here—”

And here he was cut off by Furlen Challis howling “MAGICIAN!” at the top of his voice. Lia and Jasper both jumped badly. Will Price, tellingly, did not.

“In fact,” he said calmly instead, still not getting to his feet, (Oh, Jasper thought, oh, he can’t stand, can he, oh, wonderful--) “I think it would be prudent to leave immediately, Miss Taplin.”

Lia gaped at him. Jasper watched her wind up to shout, but the boy’s unassailably polite smile seemed to defeat her in some way, and she pointed wordlessly behind the bar, instead.

“Thank you, Lady,” Will said, his voice warm velvet, and then visibly concentrated all his strength into getting to his feet, supporting himself against the table with arms that trembled slightly at the elbows. The effort drained his face past white and into gray. Jasper, whose head was spinning, made no move to steady him.

“Hold on,” Jasper said, “what have you—”

He was cut off by the sharp sound of a crossbow bold embedding itself deeply into the wood immediately above his head. Lia made a sound of wordless protest and was ignored by all parties.

“Not a muscle, Magician,” Furlen Challis growled, clearly out of breath and already reloading the crossbow. Will Price let out a faint huff of hysterical laughter and continued wading toward the bar with his full weight supported on the tables. Jasper scrambled to his feet.

“Hold on,” Jasper protested, “I haven’t done anything this—”

Furlen fired again and Jasper stumbled backwards, just flicking his Runes from his sleeve in time to catch the bolt in a thin sheet of ice summoned from his spilled drink. As the ice smashed at his feet and soaked the toes of his boots he just had time to think But I’m not even drunk yet before he processed that Furlen was legitimately trying to shoot him and yanked Lia to her feet, grabbing his cloak and satchel from the booth with a muttered expletive.

“Why are people shooting inside my inn?” Lia yelled, and Jasper shook his head, ushering her toward the back door.

“Truly, actually not my fault this time,” Jasper said again, towing her along by her sleeve. Furlen roared something behind him about losing gold that he could worry about parsing when no one was shooting at him. Jasper hesitated for a second and then planted a hand in the small of Will Price’s back and shoved him forward. “Fuck, you too, come on—”

Lia’s face softened immediately and she put a supporting arm around Will’s shoulders; Jasper filed Will’s immediate wince away for later analysis to give himself time to spin and spark Furlen’s next incoming crossbow bolt into a burst of flame that sent a harmless but very hot ball of ashes against Jasper’s chest with a faint smack. Jasper swore and slapped the embers out before they could set the wool smoking, and then spun his thumb around his Runes again and cut his free hand sharply through the air in front of him. The Inn began to fill rapidly with smoke.

“What are you doing?” Lia wailed.

“Och, aye, don’t mind me, just trying to make sure no one gets shot,” Jasper snapped over the sound of Furlen’s curses from the direction of the front door. The back door was just visible through the thickening air, and Jasper half-vaulted the bar to yank it open and usher Lia through, towing Will with her. The boy was getting even paler, which was almost impressive and also not what Jasper was going to worry about now.

“What have you done?” Jasper barked, slamming the door behind them and smacking a hand against it; with an effort of concentration he coaxed the long-dead wood of the surrounding wall to grow creakingly in around the doorjamb, which might hold the door against the men currently shouting inside the in for a few minutes, anyway.

Will shrugged Lia’s arm off immediately and attempted to steady himself, without much success. “Either the right thing, or the wrong one,” he said, in a slightly dreamy voice. Jasper’s hand smacked against his own forehead and grabbed a handful of hair of its own accord.

“That doesn’t mean anyth—”

He was cut off by a sudden rush of heat that threatened to throw him against the side of the Inn. Lia flattened herself against the wall, her eyes the size of dinner plates.

The demon from the square landed in front of Will Price in a rush of feathers and smoke.

Her great wings settled around her. The left straightened from its bent angle in a series of stomach-churning cracks and then raised and lowered hard, sending another rush of heat against the Inn, Jasper threw an arm over his face to shield his eyes.

Will Price stared at the demon, swaying slightly, though he didn’t look more than mildly surprised. The sparks dancing along the edges of her great wings reflected in his fever-glassed eyes.

Just when Jasper was certain the Firebird was about to lunge forward and tear the boy to pieces, she jerked a taloned hand to her own feathered throat and pulled free a single plume the color of flame.

“Do not waste this,” she said in a burning voice, holding the feather in front of the boy. His face blank with surprise, Will Price reached out hesitantly to take hold of it.

The force with which she rocketed up into the sky sent Jasper stumbling back and he stared after her, ears ringing.

“What in three hells have you done?” he croaked again, watching the great bird’s sparking wings with an awed heat in his chest. The wood of the Inn smoldered behind him but Lia seemed frozen with near-religious terror and hadn’t noticed.

Will was staring down at the feather in his hand, red at the shaft and burning flame-blue toward the tip.

“I haven’t the faintest idea,” he said, and smiled.

There was a very loud wooshing sound from the front of the building. Jasper grabbed a handful of Will’s shirts. “Fine—I’ll deal with you later. We’ve got to go.”

#whump #original whump #all those that dance #nonhuman whumpee #monster whumpee #wing whump #threatened #angry mob #i'm not sure... how to tag this honestly #fantasy whump #feverish #i... might post more of this todayyyy because i have problems disorder #anyway. Jasper Has Bitten Off More Than He Can Chew Maybe #genuinely what else should i tag this with. i do not know

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firesidebi · 4 years

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she knew him for a summer

Of course the first time I decide to write fanfic for the first time in two years is the time that ao3 decides to to maintenance lmao. Anyways this was very much inspired by the posts and fics @gr33kg0ds makes about Sally and Poseidon.

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Day 2

He had now noticed her for a second time. This was quite unusual for him, as he had managed to break the long standing habit of glancing in the direction of mortals. He was quite content with observing a particularly well-looking one every now and then but he had finally begun to congratulate himself on the fact that he was now able to let them slip from his mind. It had been a few decades since he and his brothers promised not to entangle themselves with humans and he was quite positive that none of them had broken that particular oath.

It was hard at first, glancing past the mortals. He had never quite realized how much his eyes seemed to linger on them until he was told he was no longer allowed to. The first couple of years were hard, especially when they approached him. He was not used to resisting the urge to offer a beautiful girl a crooked grin, not used to having to restrain flashing his sea-green eyes in the direction of a handsome mortal man. He knew that he was probably getting along better than Zeus but that did not mean that he was entirely without suffering. But as the years went on it became easier and easier. Now, on the off chance that he visited the mortal world, he was used to rejecting the individuals that attempted to throw themselves at him. He no longer felt the overwhelming desire to approach a beautiful human and woo them away from whomever was already occupying their time. He was content with observing.

He was strolling on the shore when he once again saw the young woman with long black curls and warm brown skin. The sun had set not too long ago and the pier was filled with the sounds of mortals laughing and cheering over the various games and rides they were occupying themselves with. The beach was no longer as crowded as it had been earlier that same day and he was quite content with the ambient noise of the boardwalk and waves around him. However, the noise was soon interrupted by a shriek. Jumping slightly, he turned around and glanced over at a small group entertaining themselves around a tiny bonfire. Laughter was now coming from the group as a girl with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail shoved her friend, who was shaking with laughter. Even from his distance, he was able to notice how her laugh made her whole body shake, causing her curls to bounce around her shoulders. In the midst of her laughter she glanced up in his direction and the two made eye contact. He quickly looked away, pretending not to notice how her eyes softened with recognition from their encounter the previous day. He continued to stroll down the beach.

Day 8

“You know you are going to have to tell me your name eventually Mr. Stranger,” she said as she waded through the water. “It’s not fair that I’ve told you mine and you keep holding yours against me.”

He chuckled and splashed some water in her direction, causing her to stumble back in a poor attempt to evade it.

“I don’t understand why you insisted on going in the water if every time I go to splash you-.”

“We’ve already had this discussion Fish Boy,” she laughed. “If I wanted to get wet I would go under the water myself.”

“Did you just call me Fish Boy?” he asked incredulously.

She offered him a radiant grin that he was growing more and more fond of as the days passed on. At first it had been a fleeting sense of satisfaction any time he managed to pull one out of her, but now he began to notice that he was going out of his way to see if he could produce the reaction from her.

“Don’t pretend that I haven’t noticed how they swarm around you from time to time. For a public beach they don’t seem to really know to stay away from the shore.”

“It’s not my fault that they’re drawn to me,” he huffed. And it was true, it wasn’t his fault that they came over to him so close to the mortals. He was their ruler and they were his subjects, of course they would come over to him for aid or out of curiosity.

“Are you sure that you haven’t laced yourself with fish food?” she asked.

“Believe me, they hate that stuff,” he said. “Unless a fish has only grown up without any other alternative those thin flakes are absolutely disgusting compared to what they could be having.”

“And you know this how?” she laughed.

He turned to face her and noticed that she had moved closer to him yet again. Despite the protests from his splashing, she still seemed to be drawn to him. He didn’t know if it was because of his godly-ness or if she simply liked to be in close proximity to him. A small part of him hoped for the later.

“I know this Sally Jackson,” he smirked. “Because as you have so kindly pointed out, the fish like to converse with me.”

She rolled her eyes at him and waded deeper into the water.

“Don’t tell me then,” she said. “But mark my words Fish Boy, I will find out your secrets!”

He let out a laugh of his own as she dove into the water, purposely kicking her legs up to splash him.

Day 20

She had seen him. Of course, mortals were always prone to viewing the actions of gods but the mist covered it up. He had seen it over the millennia, the mist disguising his conflicts both on land and in the sea. How many times had he been battling one of the many monsters that had resurged from Tartarus for it to be reported as nothing more than a sudden hurricane on the mortal news? That was the point of the mist after all, for the mortals not to see. For them not to have any inkling of the godly world.

But Sally had seen him.

These last two weeks had been dangerous for him. He knew he should not be getting close with any mortal but for some reason he still couldn’t manage to break whatever was forming between him and Sally Jackson. She was enchanting like no mortal had ever been before. She was carefree and did not seem to care that those around them would falter while sparing a passing glance at him. She did not hesitate to roll her eyes at him when he made a particularly bad joke or glare at him when he still refused to tell her his name (though now she had made a guessing game out of it, hoping to trip him up one day). Her laugh moved through her whole body and he couldn’t help but look her way when he heard the melodic sound escape from her lips. The last two weeks of spending time in the sun with her had caused her already brown skin to darken even further and made the soft sprinkling of freckles adorning her face and shoulders deepen. She was mesmerizing and dangerous and she had somehow seen him through the mist.

He wasn’t doing anything particularly damning, nothing that would cause the mist to have to exaggerate its hold over the eyes of mortals. The sun had gone down not too long ago and the beach was not particularly crowded in the area he occupied. This was good, for even though he had been spending most of his time on land he still had business to attend to in the sea. A hippocampi had tracked him down to update him on the conflicts in the southern Atlantic. As god of the sea, it was up to him to find a way to settle the issue without too many repercussions on either side. He was caught up in the information and did not hear the soft footsteps from behind him, if he had he may have had time to think of an explanation.

“So,” he heard a familiar voice drawl and a pit developed in his stomach. “You weren’t lying when you said you talked to the fish.”

Sensing the change in atmosphere, the hippocampi dove back under the water without any preamble and left his king without any means to explain himself.

“I-,” he stuttered as he turned around to face the shorter woman. She had her arms crossed and was looking up at him with an indiscernible expression. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Sally rolled her eyes and took a step closer. Although he was immortal and had dealt with conflicts much more heinous than this, he had been absent of the dread that lay within his chest for a long time now. He had grown unfamiliar with the piercing gaze of a mortal that did not worship him.

“This stuff,” she said, gesturing to the ocean. “This stuff is something I have lived my life seeing. Nobody else seems to see it and everyone calls me crazy. Are you going to be like them?”

“No,” he spluttered.

He hadn’t even hesitated.

“Then I want you to start explaining yourself,” Sally said coolly. “I want you to explain what the fuck I just saw, why I am seeing it, and how you’re involved with all of it.”

“You’re going to think it’s crazy, mortals always do.”

She didn’t falter at his use of the word ‘mortal.’ Instead, she stepped closer to him and looked up at him defiantly.

“Try me,” she whispered.

He opened his mouth and then closed it. He didn’t want to scare her off but something in the back of his mind told him that if she wasn’t scared off by now then she would never be. Something even further back told him that it would be better for everyone if she was scared. Shoving aside his thoughts he reached out his hand and took hers into it, silently pleased that she had not flinched away from his touch.

“Let’s take a walk Sally Jackson,” he said softly. “And I shall tell you everything.”

Day 29

It had been almost a month since he had been drawn to Sally. It had been over a week now that she knew of his identity and everything else that came with it. But she had not ran from him or his proclamation that he was ‘Poseidon the Almighty God of the Sea.’ She had taken his words in stride and did not interrupt him once during their entire conversation. Sally had saved all her questions for the end.

“Why am I able to see through the mist?”

“So that first day I saw you, the trident you were holding wasn’t a prop?”

“My parents were killed in an unexplained crash, is that the fault of your brother?”

“Why are you here?”

Of all the questions she had posed he had tried to give her an honest explanation for each of them. He didn’t know why she could see through the mist, nor if his brother was involved in any of the suffering she had gone through. The only question that had remained unanswered was her inquiry about his presence. He didn’t want to lie to her and say he didn’t know, he knew well enough why he had decided to dwell in the mortal world for so much longer than he allowed himself these past couple of decades. He knew that every time she leaned on him he could feel the same spot she had rested herself burning that very night back in his palace. He knew that every time she looked up at him he felt as if he had found something that had been missing for a long time. Every smile and laugh that he brought out of her presented him with a deep sense of satisfaction that he was the one able to make her react in such a way.

He knows why he is here. And he thinks that she knows to.

Day 35

They’re drinking and he can imagine the jibes that Dionysus would be sending his way if he could see him. He prided himself on not overly indulging himself at parties and gatherings on Olympus, leaving that to Dionysus and Apollo or even Aphrodite if it was a particularly good party.

The party he was at currently did not even begin to scratch the surface of extravagant. However, what this party had that others in the past had lacked was Sally Jackson.

When Sally had invited him to the bonfire party he hadn’t really expected much. That second time he had seen her he had gotten the gist of what it would entail. But he was weak around her and couldn’t reject the opportunity to spend more time with her. When they arrived she introduced him to a couple of people as the mystery guy they had been hearing so much about.

“So what’s your name mystery man?” Sally’s blonde friend asked while handing him a plastic cup that smelled a bit too strong to be simply a coke. He took a sip and tried not to grimace. Definitely too strong to be just a coke.

“Does it really matter?” he asked. “It’s not like anyone here will be sober enough to remember it.”

Sally gave him a look while the blonde girl blinked at him before letting out a laugh. Next to her, the boy with his hand around her waist was also laughing at his remark.

“Oh man,” the boy smiled. “I understand why Sally likes you so much, you’re hot and snarky.”

“I’m not meaning to be snarky,” he replied. “I’m simply stating the truth.”

He downed the rest of his cup while the blonde and boy laughed some more over his words. He couldn’t tell if they actually thought he was that funny or if they were just that intoxicated. Luckily, he didn’t have to ponder that thought for long, as Sally had grabbed his arm and was steering him towards the fire where the music was considerably louder. At some point during their short walk over there he had accumulated another drink courtesy of his escort who now also held a plastic cup of not-coke in her hand.

“Come on Fish Boy,” she said while knocking back the rest of her drink before tossing it on the sand. “Dance with me.”

“I hope you plan on picking that up,” he answered as she put her arms around him. “Litter and pollution are some of my biggest problems right now and I would hate to be seen with someone who so carelessly disregards the environment.”

“Don’t worry Poseidon, I’ll clean up all of my garbage if you do me the honor of dancing with me.”

She smiled and began to move inviting him to place his hands upon her hips as she moved to rhythm. He hoped that the light of the fire and the alcohol made it so she wasn’t able to see him flush at the sound of her using his name. Taking a breath he quickly chugged the rest of his drink before tossing his own cup down on the ground. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her closer to him. He let out a laugh of his own as Sally took his hand and made him twirl her.

Day 36

Dionysus would definitely be laughing at him if he could see just how much a drunken fool he was in this moment. The party was technically still going on but somehow he had drunk enough to make himself tipsy, a goal not so easily obtained by a god. Sally was also slightly intoxicated but not so much that she needed to be carried back to the cabin she had rented out for the summer. Still, she didn’t hesitate to take him up on his offer of steadying her as he walked her home.

“Such a gentleman you are,” she smirked when he had asked.

She fumbled with her keys when they arrived but was able to unlock the door without any assistance. He tried not to let his curiosity shine as he took in the place that she had made her home for the past month. The kitchen was small and there was no table to eat at. There was however a small, dingy looking couch and television. Scattered around the kitchen counters and couch were a handful of books that he recalled Sally mentioning to him on a couple of occasions.

“It’s not much,” she said. He noticed that she looked a little bit bashful as she noticed him taking in everything. “It’s all I have at the moment but I’ve done my best within the renting parameters.”

“I think it’s perfect,” he said. He guessed it was the right thing to say because she quickly turned around and moved toward the kitchen, trying to hide her blush in the process.

“Can I get you anything to drink? I’m not familiar with what gods need to do to sober up.”

“Some water would be nice,” he said. He moved on over to the kitchen. Sally didn’t seem to notice his change in location and so when she turned to walk back over to him she jumped, causing some of the water to spill out of the glass she had poured for him.

“Crap, I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I swear I didn’t mean to spill something on you.”

He chuckled and took the glass from her hand, drinking the remaining water left in the cup. Without saying a word he lifted his free hand and ever so slightly summoned the spilled water back into the glass. He put the glass down on the counter and met her eyes which had finally started to look like what he was used to seeing out of mortals.

“So,” she whispered. “You really are a god.”

“Did you not believe me?” he asked, his voice softer than it had been before.

“I believed you,” she sighed. “But still…”

“Still?” he asked.

“It’s still crazy,” she explained. “I mean, I go my whole life having all this weird stuff happening around me and then you show up and offer an explanation for it? What do you gain by doing that?”

He could hear the unspoken question in her words. Why are you here?

“I didn’t offer you an explanation to gain anything,” he said. “I offered you one because you deserved it.”

“Why are you still here then? I have my explanation, the gods are real. Monsters are real. They’re real and powerful and have been following me my entire life.”

“Do you want me to go?” he asked in a whisper. He could tell that she was getting frustrated and confused. He knew that performing parlor tricks with the water brought that out in mortals but he hadn’t been thinking. He was with her and he was slightly tipsy and it had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel this way about a mortal. A mortal that could see him clearer than anyone had ever been able to. But if she wanted him gone he could do that. He could leave for her.

“I don’t know,” she confessed after a moment. “You’ll have to leave at some point right?”

“Yes,” he said. He would not sugar coat anything for her and she was correct in her assumption. He would have to leave at some point.

“When?”

“I don’t know.”

(And he didn’t.)

“But I can stay right now.”

(And he could.)

She looked up at him and studied him for a while but he didn’t stop to question it. He could see her brows furrowing while trying to figure him out and process their entire fucked up situation. He was a god and she was a mortal. He would have to leave her and it would pain him to do so. He was not meant for the land and she was not meant for the sea.

“Stay,” she whispered as her brows unfurrowed.

He nodded his head before leaning downwards and pulling her face to his. He no longer cared about the agreement or the prophecy that threatened Olympus. All he cared about was how soft her lips felt against his and how perfectly she fit into his arms as he lifted her up.

Day 57

The sound of the rain softly hitting the roof of the cabin was muffled by the sound of her laughter.

“You mean to tell me,” Sally laughed. “You mean to tell me that all these years you have lived you have never, not once, made pancakes?”

“I didn’t think it would be that hard!” he scoffed.

“It’s not!” she exclaimed in between her giggles. “Only you could somehow find a way to make the simplest meals turn into rocket science.”

“Well excuse me for trying to be romantic,” he huffed, now embarrassed by the situation. He turned away from her but felt her touch on his arm.

“Hey,” she said. He turned to face her and her expression had gone from shifted from amusement to fondness. He felt that familiar sense of pride deep in his chest out of the satisfaction that he was the reason for those softened features.

“Why don’t I teach you how to make some pancakes,” she offered. “That way the next time you want to be romantic you won’t ruin the kitchen that I’m renting.”

She took his hand and led him into the kitchen so that they could clean up his mess together. All the while his mind kept whispering, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Day 64

Nevermind a confession of love, this was the dangerous part.

The way her body writhed underneath his and how her nails scratched down his back as he pushed into her. The sound of his name leaving her lips in-between the tiny moans and pants she let out as he did his best to pleasure her.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

And she was fucked. And so was he. The two of them were utterly and completely fucked because despite the pleasure and the want of being wrapped up in her, he knew that this was dangerous. He knew that if he truly loved and cared for her he would have left that night after the bonfire before they got past the point of no return.

But as she called out his name again and he looked down and saw how utterly wrecked she looked because of what he was doing to her he was able to quell his worries. In front of him was a woman more beautiful than any mortal or god or nymph. Here in this old and used bed was a woman worthy of breaking an oath for.

Day 75

“I have a wife,” he confesses one night, long after they had finished pleasuring each other. She was curled around him and running her fingers up and down his chest as he played with her hair.

“Amphitrite, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” he whispered. He was so afraid of her judgement but it did not come. Instead she shifted herself closer to him.

“Do you love her?”

“I do,” he said. “But differently than how I love you.”

She hummed and nuzzled her face into his side. He knew that this was an invitation to continue on if he wanted to but knew she would not hold it against him if he failed to speak anymore on the matter.

“She,” he began. “She’s like me. Immortal. She has been around long enough to see the world change and progress. She’s a constant reminder of my own godliness, a reminder that I have a role and duty to fulfill. Part of me is thankful for that, she grounds me in the godly world and is there when I need a reminder of what I am. Eons ago, when I was much younger and full of rage, she was the only one who would be able to calm me down to stop the ocean from spilling out.”

Sally was looking at him now, her head perched up and no longer half-asleep. He was so nervous telling her this but she made no protest at his admissions.

“I think that when I leave she will be the only person able to quench the rage in me for not being able to stay with you,” he confessed. “I love you so much Sally and it’s going to hurt so much when it’s time for me to go but know that the type of love I have for my wife is a companionship. And that when the ocean rages and then calms it is her stopping me from putting you in any more danger.”

“Does she know about me?” Sally asks after a long moment of silence. So long that he had begun to think she had fallen asleep.

“I think she does. I think she suspects. And if she suspects then my brothers may start to suspect.”

“What aren’t you telling me Poseidon?” she whispers. “Why is it so dangerous?”

And so he tells her about the prophecy and the measures that his brothers and the rest of the gods would go to in order to make sure that it doesn’t come to fruition. He tells her about the oath and the fact that he is the only one to have broken the oath which puts her in so much danger. No other mortal had been able to tempt them, only Sally Jackson. And that power is dangerous.

Day 84

He can’t find it within himself to be upset when she tells him. He can’t find it in himself to be anything but absolutely ecstatic. He takes her into his arms and twirls her around on the shore and it’s so much like the start of their time together. The weather has gotten colder and Amphitrite has already confronted him about his time spent away from home. He knows what this means if she has had to step in. He knows that the others are conversing with her and that she has loyally covered for him despite being so undeserving of that loyalty.

But when Sally tells him that she’s pregnant, her expression unreadable because of her own lingering fear of his reaction, he can’t help but to take her into his arms and kiss her. It’s only after seeing his own joy that she allows the smile he loves so much to unfurl and lets out a joyous laugh as he whispers how much he loves her into her ear.

He ignores the slight rumble of thunder in the sky.

When they get back to the cabin that night they celebrate by eating breakfast for dinner and having a contest to see who can create the most extravagant ice cream sundae. They kiss and have sex and tangle themselves up together in a way that they both have grown used to over the weeks spent like this together. He tells her stories of heroes and skillfully omits the unhappy endings from their stories. He knows that she is well-versed in myths and most likely knows the information he leaves out. He tells her that these demigods all received training and that they’re still able to.

“The camp protects them,” he whispers in her ear as they drift off to sleep. “It trains them and prepares them for the rest of their life.”

Day 92

“You could come with me,” he offers. “I can build you a palace and we can raise our son together, away from the eyes of my brothers and away from the prophecy.”

They stand on the beach, his feet touching the water and hers touching the sand. The hippocampi had come to him that morning, delivering a message from Amphitrite.

“Husband,” the note read. “Things are looking bad here. While I understand you have...business in the mortal realm that we can discuss later on, the kingdom grows suspicious of your lack of presence. Triton inquires about your whereabouts and he is not as understanding as I am. Please, I believe it would be in the best interest for everyone if you were able to wrap up your business and return home. Reinstate the fact that you're their king and prevent any more surprise visits from the other Olympians.”

He offered the note to Sally earlier but she shook her head and gave it back to him. She told him it wasn’t her place to read it and that she understood that it was time.

“I prepared for this, remember?” she smiled. “When this started I knew you had to leave one day.”

“I knew that too,” he said. “But there’s still a way-,”

“No Poseidon,” she said firmly. She offered no explanation but he understood. When this whole thing started between them he knew that she was never offering to follow him back to the sea. He was agreeing to stay as long as he could with her and when the time for him to leave came she would let him go.

How is he supposed to do the same with her?

“Sally I love you so much,” he said. “And I love our child so much. Make sure they know that.”

He had told her that he probably wouldn’t be able to visit either of them. He saw the hurt in her eyes when he had told her but it had to be said, he would be honest with her one last time before leaving.

She nodded her head and he cupped her face in his hands for one final time. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead and pretended not to hear the shaky gasp she let out at the feeling of his lips on her skin. He wouldn’t indulge himself in her lips. He wouldn’t do that to them, when their parting was already so hard.

He whispered one last declaration of love before separating himself from her and turning towards the sea. The waves crashed down roughly on the sand, betraying his outrage at the entire situation. But he knew that Amphitrite would be there to help him through this and knew that as long as he walked into the water both Sally and their child would be safe. And that was enough for him.

#what up pjo fandom your revival has sparked something within me #sally jackson #poseidon pjo #sally x poseidon #pjo #gr33kg0ds #my writing

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The Best Year of My Life

Summary: you and Sweet Pea are soulmates, but over and over obstacles try to stop you from being together

Warnings: like two swears, mention of sex

Word count: 5,655

A/N: sorry y'all lmao

Posted: February 7, 2020 9:25 P.M. CT

"I'll be over your house later, bye." You smile at Veronica before you both wave at each other and walk down the nearly empty halls save for two or three people to your fifth period classes. You didn't notice the looming shadow over you until someone's arm laid over your shoulders, a smile painted on your lips as you squeeze his hand.

"I was thinking we skip study hall and head to Pop's for a milkshake." Sweet Pea says, taking your books from your hands and carrying them for you.

"As long as you're buying." You smile up at him.

"I was planning on it."

The two of you slipped out the front doors of Riverdale High and walked to Pop's with small conversation and laughs, oblivious to the fact someone had seen your secret relationship. It wasn't as if people hadn't seen the two of you with each other before but as far as everyone else knew it was just simple small talk in the hallway. Sometimes it hurt Sweet Pea that you tried so hard to keep him a secret but every time it happened he saved the conversation for another time. You of course felt bad for it but your family name had already taken enough punches last year; your parents would murder you if they found you with a Southside Serpent.

"I'll go get the milkshakes." Sweet Pea says as you sit down. You nod as he walks away, your face falling and losing colour once you see your grandfather stepping inside and looking around before he approaches.

"Opa, what are you doing here?" You ask, no with your eyes for Sweet Pea to stay at the counter.

"Trust me I'm as happy to see you as you are to see me." He says sarcastically, causing your expression to harden, "But tell me Y/n, what are you doing here during school? I don't believe it would portray us well if our only hope for our future after your brother was seen skipping."

"But who would tell them?" You question, standing up so you're level with him, "certainly not the man who is seeing a woman slightly older than me for sure."

He's silent for a few moments as if trying to figure out his next move, "You've been acting high and mighty for too long. Soon enough you'll slip up and it will be the end of it." With that he walks out of the restaurant leaving you to let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"You okay?" Sweet Pea asks after finally sitting down across from you, passing you your pink milkshake across the table.

"For now." You reply, giving him a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. Though your grandfather was older, he certainly still had connection and a burning hatred for his grandchildren that he claimed took the family business from him, and now that your brother was gone that fury was directed upon you. You didn't really believe he was capable of loving anyone, even his family. No, if he had the chance he would without a doubt kill you and make it look like an accident.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by Sweet Pea gently grabbing your hand under the table and giving you a small smile. You return it and push away thoughts of your Opas threat and direct your focus to aiming the straw of your wrapper at Sweet Peas forehead.

The next day the second you walked into school everyone's eyes were on you as they whispered and gossiped in their groups. You were confused but pretended not to notice as you continue your walk to your locker before being pulled aside and into the bathroom.

"What is this?" Veronica exclaims, shoving a paper in your face.

"Sorry, recovering from whiplash, what?" You ask while squinting your eyes. She hands you the paper she was previously trying to put in your mouth and gives you a chance to read it. A picture of you and Sweet Pea walking down the hall from yesterday is the biggest picture in the center with other ones showing you both surrounding it. At the top in bold words reads COUPLE OF THE YEAR

Your face loses colour and your mouth goes dry as you stare blankly at the picture. You clench your jaw and rip it before turning back to Veronica.

"Where did you get that?" You ask through your teeth.

"They're all over the school," She answers, "so you two are together?"

"Yeah." You sigh, running a hand through your hair, "no one was supposed to find out, though."

"I think you should go talk to him." She says, holding your arms. You nod before taking a breath and stepping back into the stares of your classmates who you now realize are holding the same posters that Veronica had. You try to ignore them as you find Sweet Pea at his locker with Fangs looking as if they're having the same conversation you had with Ronnie.

"Sorry Fangs." You say quickly before pulling Sweet Pea into the nearest classroom and closing the door. You're both silent for a while, leaning against desks across from each other as you try to figure out what to say.

"Somebody was watching us." Sweet Pea starts, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Oh wow I didn't realize." You say sarcastically, "the pictures of every date we've ever been on totally wasn't a dead give away. Thank you for clearing up that information."

"I'm so sorry I don't know what to say." He spits back. "There isn't anything I can say. Somebody caught us, oh no. Isn't it really that big of a deal?"

"Yes, actually, it is. This wasn't supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to figure out!" You yell.

"I realize that you were too embarrassed to be dating a Serpent from the Southside to let even our friends know about us, but just because it might get you in trouble with Daddy doesn't mean you're going to scream at me." You says in a voice just under a yell before standing up and storming out the door. After he's gone you let out a frustrated yell and kick a desk, fighting the tears that sting the back of your eyes. You know you shouldn't lash out on him for something neither of you could control but the panic of knowing your grandfather would find out as news spread and utter fear of what he would do clouded your thoughts.

You walk out a few minutes after Sweet Pea trying your best to look normal in a situation that was everything but.

The day dragged on with people yelling things at you as you walked the halls and whispering loudly behind you in class before finally ending. You're thoughts had cleared enough to let you realize you had screwed up by fighting with Sweet Pea when the two of you needed each other. After school you went and got his favorite candy, a bag of Reese's Pieces, and let yourself into his trailer about ten minutes before he gets home.

The last thing Sweet Pea was expecting after the fight earlier that day when he walked into his house was to find you sitting on the couch. His hard expression stayed and his jaw was still clenched but for a moment it softened.

"Hey," you say quietly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out on you like that."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." He agrees, taking off his jacket leaving him in a plain white T-shirt and jeans before leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

"And I shouldn't have made a big deal about people knowing. I'm in no way ashamed of you." You continue but his expression doesn't change. "And I got you candy."

Sweet Pea pushes off the wall and walks towards you with his face made of stone until you're standing in front of each other. You brace yourself for another fight but before you can say anything he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, snatching the Reese's Pieces out of your hand. You laugh and let out your nerves as you wrap your arms around him, both of you swaying slightly.

"I'm sorry too." He mumbles into your hair before pulling away to face you.

"Mhm." You hum before pressing your lips against his, a smile on a smile. "I love you, Sweet Pea."

"I love you too." Sweet Pea responds in a whisper deepened by the low sound, his voice vibrating in his chest felt in your own. "I think we should head to bed."

"You think?" You giggle before snatching the bag of candy from his hand and running into the bedroom where Sweet Pea throws you on to the bed and climbs over you, successfully getting his Reese's back. After throwing them on to the bedside table he lays down on top of you forcing a groan as the air escapes your lungs.

"You feel like a boulder," you groan trying to wiggle out from under him.

"Gee thanks." He laughs, rolling off after pecking your lips.

"I mean it in a good way."

"Sure."

Sweet Pea wraps his arms around you and pulls your back into his front, the two of you seeming to curl perfectly into each other. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before settling again, saying a quick "love you" before drifting off into sleep.

That day at school after your relationship had been revealed to every student of Riverdale High and probably spreading to the corners of town you and Sweet Pea walked into school with his arm around your shoulders just like in the picture on the posters with confidence radiating off of you. You ignored the stares similar to yesterday's and continued on as if nothing had happened; which, in technicality, was true. Nothing changed except for the fact you were now in the open. It was a little scary but you believed as long as you and Sweet Pea showed you were strong, no one could touch you.

"So Sweet Pea when were you planning on telling us you had a girlfriend?" Fangs asks as him and Toni approach, walking on the side of Sweet Pea you weren't.

"I was getting around to it," He answers with a half smile, "Y/n, Fangs and Toni, Fangs and Toni this is Y/n."

You give them a warm smile that they return, Toni looking over the boys to talk to you, "I have no clue how you put up with Sweet Pea that much but props to you."

"Honestly, I don't know either," You laugh before turning to him, "I have to go talk to V, talk to you later." You peck his lips before waving to the others and walking off, your hair bouncing on your shoulders.

"You have a lot of explaining to do man." Fangs says.

"It's a long story."

"We have time."

Sweet Pea sighs and walks into an empty classroom that happened to be where it all started. "About three or four weeks since we got here. I sat there and Y/n sat there." He points to two seats next to each other in the back right corner, "wasn't a great start as you already know and that day we were all getting paired for a new project and we were partners. She turned to me and said"

November 18th, 2018

"I'm not doing all of the work." You cross your arms over your chest as you stand in front of one of the new students desks. You see a Serpent tattoo on the side of his neck sending a small chill of fear of him down your spine.

"Did I say you were?" He spits back standing up so he towered over you.

"I'm just saying. I've heard you aren't good news." You say making yourself seem unbothered by his otherwise intimidating stance.

"I get that you come from some high and mighty Northside family, but just because I'm from the South doesn't immediately put a lable on me." He says in a voice low so the conversation is only the two of you.

"Oh, I'm not discriminating about where you came from, I'm saying I've heard about a Serpent with raven hair, a neck tattoo and who seemed to be a human skyskraper that was trouble. I'm going to assume that's you unless you have a twin."

He stares at you for a few moments as if looking for a chink in your armor, looking you up and down. You shift slightly under his gaze which seemed to be enough for him as he sits back down with a huff.

"Let's get this over with."

The entire time you worked you hardly talked, doing your best to avoid it at all costs. Right before the teacher let everyone out of class, the bell chiming outside, she announces that you wouldn't have anymore class time to finish this and would have to complete the project out of school. You inwardly groan at the thought of spending your free time with Sweet Pea and figuring out a way to hide it from your family.

"I'm not happy about it either." He says before walking past you and shoving your shoulder, nearly making you drop your stuff.

That night you texted Sweet Pea after trying to find other ways to complete the project but only finding one.

Almost as soon as the clock struck five there was a knock on the door which you scamper to open before anyone else heard. Sweet Pea has a look on his face that says it took everything in him to get himself to actually show up and pass through the metal gate.

"Hurry up." You say, pulling him inside and up the flight of stairs that split in to two. You ignore his attempts to talk until you're in the library, a place where no one except you went.

"Think you could not drag me up stairs anymore?" Sweet Pea asks with an annoyed look, fixing his leather jacket.

"Of course you wore that," you sigh and gesture vaguely in his direction.

"Got a problem, Preppy?" He asks with a raise of his brow.

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't care about where you come from. My family, on the other hand, does. If they saw you in here they'd hang us from the chandelier." You tell him, his expression softening slightly. "There's books on the project on that shelf over there if you need one."

The atmosphere between you both is slightly less tense than at school but still few words were exchanged as the night went on. After nearly finishing and working for three hours, the slides suddenly turned blank.

"What just happened? Where's all the work?" You question, trying to get it back by spamming buttons.

"I don't know I didn't touch anything." Sweet Pea says, turning away from his book to his laptop and spamming the undo arrow. Both of you get more and more frantic as the hours of research don't appear again, eventually accepting the reality it was gone.

"What the hell happened?" Sweet Pea exclaims, standing up and pacing. "We just wasted five hours!"

"How am I supposed to know?" You say as frustrated as he was, "but unless you want to be up until sunrise, we need to redo everything."

He stands tense for a while and for a few moments you think he's going to storm out but he sits back down in the leather chair next to you, reluctantly pulling his laptop towards him and starting to fill everything back in.

You finally officially finished the project at exactly 2:37 AM. By then you were exhausted, eyes heavy from staring at a screen so long.

"I sent it to the teacher," you say, turning to look at Sweet Pea, "oh you've gotta be kidding me." Sweet Pea is slouched in the chair with his laptop almost falling off of his lap and a notebook under his hand. You move your stuff into your bookbag and set it by the table before taking his off of his lap as carefully as possible. As much as you pretended you were repulsed by the raven haired Serpent, there would be no way for him to leave quietly. You see a pen woven into his hair that he'd put behind his ear and gently pull away the locks and get it out. You glance down before looking back up and doing a double take. His expression was soft and unjudging, lips slightly parted and chapped. He looked calm; kind, even. You shake your head and stand back up, returning to your own chair and fall into a restless sleep.

You woke up to pounding on the front door, panicking for a moment before realizing your parents and grandfather were out for a "meeting" for the rest of the week. Sweet Pea is up and standing next to you, confusion displayed on his face as he realizes where he is.

"Who's that?" He asks as both of you walk down the stairs.

"I don't know." You admit, slightly nervous by the violent pounding on the old wood of Clover Cliff. You open the doors and your face falls upon seeing your brother standing there. "It's not a good time M-"

"What the hell are you doing on this side of town Malachi?" Sweet Pea asks, stepping into view behind you.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replies, stepping inside, "Got yourself some Serpent arm candy? Does dear Opa know about that?"

"We're working on a project for school." You say stiffly, witnessing the two boys staring each other down. "Look I know you guys have Ghoulie and Serpent beef but not here, not now. What do you want Mal?"

"Just came by for my stuff Dad is keeping away from me. I'll take it and be out of your greasy hair." He says, not removing eye contact with Sweet Pea causing the two to try to jump at each other but you put a hand on both of their chests. Fifteen minutes later Malachi walks out the door letting you let out a breath.

"How the hell do you know the leader of the Ghoulies?" Sweet Pea asks, his jaw clenched and hands balled in to fists.

"He's my older brother." You reply, running a hand through your hair and walking into the kitchen with him right behind you.

"You kind of failed to mention that." He says.

"It doesn't matter. Sorry I didn't think oh Sweet Pea is coming over, maybe I should go into depth of my every member of my family."

It's silent again in every corner of the mansion as you walk around, grabbing a bowl of fruit for breakfast.

"I wasn't asleep." Sweet Pea says after you sit down on a bar stool.

"What?"

"I wasn't asleep." He repeats, "you know, when you put all my things on the table. And the pen when I'm pretty sure you were watching me."

"I wasn't watching you, you're the idiot who got a pen stuck in their hair." You retort, stuffing a blueberry in your mouth.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He asks, looking at you through the hair that'd fallen on to his forehead.

"Doing what?"

"Insulting me every time I try to have a normal conversation."

"Because we're not buddy buddy. We're classmates. I've known you for hardly a month. Need anymore?"

"We're opposites and we're not really friends. I get that. But it's pretty annoying when everything I say to you gets shut down." He says, his voice genuine and the way his face was last night, gentle.

Why didn't you say anything when I may or may not have been staring at you?" You ask, trying to look him in the eye but his never quite meet yours.

"I don't know, maybe I kind of liked it." He answers quietly, finally meeting your gaze. He was nervous, maybe a little scared. From the way he talked and those feelings in his eyes you could tell he wasn't lying. You slide off of your stool and stand in front of Sweet Pea, your hand reaches up and cups his cheek your thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. He jerks away momentarily as if he's not use to physical contact but his posture returns to how it was before, his eyes anxious and almost scared.

"You okay?" You ask him quietly, eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah." He breathes as your hand moves up to his hair, swiping away a lock of hair on his forehead before moving back down, his head leaning into your touch as if he'd been craving it. You pull him down to you, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss and his arms wrap around your waist to pull to closer. You pull apart and look into his eyes, the corners crinkled by a smile.

"This is-" he starts before you hum in response and press your lips to his again.

November 11th, 2019

"So you two started dating because of Mr.Lake." Toni summarizes.

"Sort of," Sweet Pea shrugs, "I have to go to class, see you guys later."

"When did he become such a Loverboy?" Fangs asks as the door closes behind Sweet Pea.

"I don't know," Toni replies, "but I do know that girl is good for him and that's enough for me."

"Kevin, I don't know why you're freaking out so much, he's just a boyfriend." You sigh, closing your locker and starting to walk with him by your side.

"He's not just a boyfriend, he's a Serpent!" Kevin exclaims.

"So? You dated one."

"Exactly! That's why I know they're not good news!"

"Well while you go off on all the reasons I shouldn't date Sweet Pea, him and I will be celebrating our anniversary next week." You smile before walking into Mr. Lakes classroom and take your seat as in the story.

"Hey Sweets." You smile as he sits down next to you, "how'd it go with Fangs and Toni?"

"They're happy about it." He replies. "How about yours?"

"Well Kevin warned me about dating a Serpent but other than that, we're in the clear with the people who actually matter." You smile, "Oh and you should come by later, I have a little surprise."

"What--" Sweet Pea tries to ask but before he can Mr. Lake walks in and starts teaching forcing him quiet and to wonder what you meant.

Around six thirty after school Sweet Pea made the walk up the winding drive way of Clover Hill and knocked on the doors he's only passed through a handful of times.

"Hey," you smile after letting him in, placing a chaste kiss to his lips, "So you wanna watch a movie?"

The two of you sit on your bed with the movie Scream playing on the TV in front of you. You sit between Sweet Peas legs with your back to his chest, his arms tucked around you making sure you stay. Your hands fold around his on your stomach, every now and then your thumb rubbing over the top of his palm. Half an hour in Sweet Pea moves your hair over your shoulder and presses soft lips to your now exposed neck sending chills down your spine. He pulls your shirt over your head before you turn around and face him, straddling his lap. You discard his shirt and press a kiss to his lips that quickly turns heated, your hands in his hair as he slowly lowers onto the mattress. His hands move to your thighs, the two of you smiling into the deep kiss.

A small whiles later your standing out on your balcony with nothing but your underwear and Sweet Peas shirt that dropped to your mid knee, leaning against the stone fence around the space. The wind picks up your hair as he walks out of your bedroom in his sweat pants, coming to stand behind you with his arms wrapped around you and he places a soft kiss to your cheek. Something in you seemed to click, like this was it. This is where you were supposed to be. You've known for a long time now that you and him we're going to last, but this feeling was like looking into your future and seeing you both standing exactly like this in some future with a house of your own. A future where you weren't shunned for being with someone from the other side of the tracks. A future where it was and always will be you two.

"I love you Sweets." You say, watching the sun sink behind Sweetwater River.

"I love you too Y/n."

November 18th, 2019

"I love you Y/n, please wake up." Sweet Pea says urgently, holding you on the floor of Pop's after you'd suddenly collapsed, a milkshake in a takeaway cup slowly seeping out of the lid in a puddle a foot away. A minute ago - fifteen seconds ago you were fine, smiling by his side. Then you were on the floor bringing his heart down with you.

"Call an ambulance!" He yells at the few people in the diner who'd gathered around. A bell signals the door opening and Archie Andrews joins the scene, pushing his way past people to see the commotion.

"Oh my God," he says after seeing you laying motionless on the floor. "Hurry I'll drive." Sweet Pea doesn't waste anytime picking you up as gently as he can and running out the door with Archie, sliding into the backseat with you in his lap. Archie speeds out of the parking lot proven by the sound of breaks screaming and other honking cars. The entire ride Sweet Pea isn't sure if this was some kind of fucked up dream, time freezing and he's left with you unresponsive in his arms; your fingers are not squeezing his back even though his hand grips yours as if it's a lifeline for both of you.

Everything in the interior of the Andrews truck lurches forwards as Archie slams the breaks, already five steps behind Sweet Pea who was up the stairs of the emergency entrance.

"Someone help!" He yells, voice strained with the threat of tears behind his eyes. Nurses pull over a gurney and have him lay you down on it, saying words to each other Sweet Pea didn't understand.

"Miss can you hear me? What's your name?" One of them asks.

"She's Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n." He answers her question, following the people around you, trying to figure out what's wrong based off the medical terms they're spitting out.

"Sir, you can't pass this point." The nurse says, blocking his way from you as you're moved onto a table.

"Bull," Sweet Pea says, trying to push past her but he's stopped again.

"Sir, if you go in you'll distract us and we won't be able to help Miss. Y/l/n." She says calmly. He stops at these words, not being able to handle the fact that if he went in you were at a greater risk. He steps away and sits down in a chair, holding his head in his hands and looking at his lap. How could this happen? How did he end up here with you in a hospital with a sudden episode? How did this happen to you? You were untouchable, nothing could come near you if it intended harm. This wasn't supposed to happen. He's supposed to protect you.

"Sweet Pea?"

He looks up and sees Toni and Fangs with worried expression on their face that they had a right to, they've never seen him like this. He's gone through rough patches of course just like everyone else, but no one has seen him looking like he's standing on the edge of a cliff, ripped in two and messy.

"I don't know what happened." He says quietly, his hands in front of his mouth. Veronica, Betty, Jughead, and Kevin arrive with the same expressions as Toni and Fangs. "We were heading out of Pop's and she just... Collapsed... I don't know."

"Guys." Veronica says, making everyone follow her direction of sight to the newest addition to the people in the hospital for you; your grandfather. His expression is blank, maybe even a little pleased by the situation as he approaches the group of teenagers.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sweet Pea asks, now standing up to face him.

"I heard the most terrible news about my granddaughter and I've come to visit," He says doing a poor job at hiding a smile.

"Yeah of course you did. Right after you did whatever's wrong with her!" Sweet Pea yells, pointing at the room you're in.

"Preposterous. For all I know you did something, you're the gang member boyfriend of a well respected figure of our town." He spits back.

"Son of a-" Sweet Pea tries to lunge at the older man but he's held back by Fangs and Jughead.

"He's not worth it dude." Fangs says. Sweet Pea sits back down, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.

"Don't worry, you all won't be here long. I'm sure of it." With that your grandfather walks back out of the hospital with body language that said he'd won a battle and he had no regrets on what he may or may not have done.

As feared by everyone, he was right. Half an hour after the human embodiment of Clifford Blossom mixed with Hiram Lodge left a nurse came out into the waiting room.

If you were an outsider looking in on the situation, perhaps one of the people just there for a check up or the cold, you'd pity those people. As the doctor explained something quiet enough so only they could hear you could watch as all of their expression fell from looks of hope and fear to loss and sorrow and anger and pain. You'd see the Lodge girl fall to her knees and cry into her hands and you'd see a tall Serpent collapse with her but inwardly. His face twisted as tears leaked out of his eyes though he tried to restrain them and his fists balled up into fists. You'd see his head fall so he didn't have to look any of his friends in the eye before he ran off. If you were one of the people in that group who'd received the news, you'd hear the doctor tell everyone that while they tried everything they could they could not save the previously untouchable Y/n Y/l/n. You'd hear him say she'd been killed by a foreign substance in her blood that'd worked it's way through her system and shut down her heart by weakening the flow of your blood. You'd be filled with your own emotions as you watched Veronica fall and Sweet Pea crash before he stormed away with a look of utter devastation on his tear streaked face.

For the days leading up to your funeral, Sweet Pea laid in bed and distanced himself from everyone. He locked the door and turned off his phone, sticking to sitting in the darkness of his bedroom alone. He looked back on all of the happy memories you and him shared leading up to your one year anniversary that you hadn't even gotten to fully celebrate. He barely put himself together enough to attend the funeral but he went, uncaring if your family didn't want him there. Everyone tried to talk to him when he arrived, but he just gave simple answers that shut down the conversation. It was just too hard for him to keep talking and keep pretending everything would be okay because he knew it wouldn't.

Before everyone left the service Sweet Pea made his way to the stand in the front by your casket, everyone stopping to see what the last person to see you alive would say.

"I... Y/n and I were the closest people in each of our lives." He begins, his face screwing up for a moment but his friends give him a supporting look and he continues, "we spent almost every day with each other. Every time she knew I was sitting alone at home she'd show up with an old horror movie and sit with me." There's a few sad laughs in the room.

"She took a chance on me when no one else would. She was the kindest, brightest, most caring and most beautiful person to walk this Earth. Every time one of us were going through something no matter how small, she was by their side supporting them through it all. We've lost another part of Riverdale. Another teenager who didn't get to live out their dreams; another hope of innocence returning to this town. I've lost... I've lost the love of my life. Y/n was and will always be the only person on this planet who could ever make me feel the way she did. She made me feel important and loved and like I was here for a reason. Like if I could make her happy, then I'd fulfilled my purpose.

I remember a week ago sitting with her on the balcony just upstairs and thinking this is where I'm supposed to be. We were going to stick with each other and maybe have a family of our own. But if I don't get that, if I don't get to spend the rest of my days with you in the life we had planned out for after high school, I just want to thank you, Y/n. Thank you for the best year of my life."

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Liquid Confidence

I'd like to submit a request for a drabble with GOT7 Youngjae, 37, 43, & 57. IMO, there just isn't enough for Youngjae...

Pairing: Youngjae (GOT7) x reader Prompts: “I’m not drunk enough to have this conversation” “Would a friend do this?” “Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” Summary: just a drunken confession lol Genre: Fluff?? idk really... Word Count: 1,485 A/N: this is beyond terrible im sorry im apparently terrible at writing anything with any kind of emotion sjghsjgns

Pushing your way through hordes of sweaty strangers, you make your way to the exit of whoevers house it was you were actually at. You’d only tagged along to this party because you had been assured you that your friend Youngjae would be here; but it didn’t look like he’d bothered to turn up. Without his desperately needed comic relief, you really didn't see any point in hanging around.

Just as you reach the door and go to grab the handle, a clammy hand reached over and rested upon your own. You spun around expecting to see a red faced stranger ready to ply you with more alcohol in an attempt to get you to stick around. Instead, you were met with an equally red faced, and very drunk Youngjae “y/n!!!! I’ve been looking for you all night- I was hanging out in the kitchen then for some reason i ended up in the bathroom, I’ve been everywhere but I didn't see you so i thought you weren’t here but I spotted you from the other side of the room so i ca-” he rambled on, his sweaty hand still on yours atop the door handle.

“Wait. You’re leaving?” He stopped himself mid sentence to ask, spotting your hand still trying to turn the handle. With his eyes growing larger, the drunken giddiness on his face turns to a look of disappointment.

“Well yeah, I don’t really see any point in staying. I was waiting for you but honestly now I just think my social interaction meter has run out for today, I just wanna be somewhere quiet and ma-”

“Wait no. You can’t leave, I’ve got something to talk to you about, come with me.” He cut you off, now grabbing your hand and leading you through the rooms, making his way to the back door on the other side of the house.

Pushing open the door, you’re hit with a cold blast of crisp night air, the sounds from the inside vanishing slowly as the door closed behind you.

“Everyone went inside because it’s getting kinda cold out” Youngjae said with a nervous giggle as he let go of your hand, beckoning you to a garden table surrounded by worn out plastic lawn chairs. “Plus at least you can get a bit of quiet now” he continued, picking up a half empty class of unknown alcohol someone had left behind.

After a few minutes of relishing in the new quiet atmosphere, you turn to Youngjae, who was leaning back in his chair, staring blankly at the night sky, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about...?” You said across the table, breath hanging visible in the air.

“Oh...yeah, right, that” He answered, snapping back to reality and sitting upright, finishing what was left in the glass in one big gulp. Letting out a big sigh and leaning closer to you across the table. “y/n...I like you. Like...really like you...”

“Oh god, that was blunt...are you saying what I think you are..?” shifting uncomfortably in your seat you mumble with a sigh “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” trying to avoid eye contact, but you can still feel his gaze piercing into your cheek.

“Well” He draws in a long breath, trying to compose himself as much as possible “I am drunk enough and I really need to tell you. I promise it’s not just the alcohol talking, it might seem like it is but I promise it’s for real. I’m being serious.” Without looking you feel his hands shift closer to your own, barely touching, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from them.

You keep your gaze locked firmly on the ground below the glass table, but listen as he speaks out loud. His stream of consciousness continues “I know you know what I’m gonna say y/n, we’ve been friends for such a long time, I know, but I really think I like you more than that, y’know? Like...we’re like peanut butter and jelly, Tom and Jerry...and other analogies I can’t think of because to be honest...I’m pretty hammered...” he trailed off with a giggle. “What I’m tryna say is, we’re inseparable... there’s no me without you...”

“I really need you to think about what you’re saying Youngjae, we’re friends...best friends I might even say.” You knew you should probably stop talking, but you couldn't stop your words coming out, before you knew it you were babbling right back at him “And I’m not saying that I’ve never thought about you in that way, I have, many times but like what if everything goes wrong and we end up hating each other, I dont want that to happen but like wha-”

“Can you just shut up for 5 minutes please?” He spoke clearly, the intoxication in his voice almost fully disappeared. “Are you saying you feel the same way y/n?” You could pretty much hear his massive grin in the tone of his voice, you wanted to see that smile so badly but you didn’t think you could face him.

“Well...I don’t know. Maybe” You hear the sound of the plastic chair moving across the patio and Youngjae standing from his seat “I mean, yeah, I guess I do...but we’re friends Youngjae, I don’t wanna lose that...ah, I dunno...”

Before you could look up, you see his feet directly in front of you, he crouches down so his face is inches from yours. Taking your chin with his thumb, he lifts your face so your eyes meet with his own.

“Would a friend do this?” He spoke with a shaky breath, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. An overwhelming taste of alcohol on his lips is the first thing that hits you, replaced slowly by his overwhelming warmth. Suddenly the cold air felt like a hot summers day.

The kiss was sloppy, but meaningful. Messy, yet innocent. With every move of his lips against yours, the world around you began to feel further and further away. One of his hands rested on your shoulders whilst your own cupped his soft flushed cheeks. His free hand sat comfortably on your thigh, drawing small circles with his thumb.

Even with the awkward crouched position he was in, you felt his body relax next to yours, deepening the kiss as he leaned in closer to you. Every movement of his lips telling you everything he never had the courage to admit to you before.

Your moment was cut short by the door being flung open, a rowdy friend of yours practically falling out on to the patio next to you. Youngjae pulls his lips away from you, but keeps his hand protectively on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Ooooooooh...whats t-this...did I interrupt you two...hah- sorry...it was about time you two got together though...we’ve all been waiting for you both to ad- admit you like each other loooooooool...sorry- pretend I was never here..” They said as they stumbled backwards, quickly tried to make their way back indoors.

“Well...now I’m embarrassed” you mumbled quietly, head hanging low.

“To be honest” Youngjae replied laughing “I’m more embarrassed they said lol out loud. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Plus like they said, it was about time anyway”

He moved slowly to his feet, offering you his hand as he stands. “Come on, you wanna get out of here?”

“What exactly are you insinuating?” you laughed, standing up, ready to make your way out.

“What?!?” I’m not suggesting anything like that!” He answered with a jokingly shocked expression on on his face, “You said before that you wanted to go somewhere quiet...and I wanna be with you, so I thought we could both go somewhere together, yeah?”

As you make your way back through the house, you’re met with the laughter filled cheers of your intoxicated friends as they spot you walking hand in hand with Youngjae. You turn to him just as you reach the door you very nearly walked out of earlier, met with the crescent eyed smile of your...friend?...boyfriend...?

“We’re totally dating now by the way, we’ve kissed and everything, it’s the law” He places one last very dramatic peck on your lips, one that he obviously wanted everyone close by to see. After causing chaos you quickly scurried out of the house to the sounds of yet more rowdy excited cheers.

The night was bitterly cold, but you didn’t care; you’d stay out all night if it meant getting to stay with Youngjae even an hour longer. Before you were even aware, the boy had let go of your hand and was removing his jacket, draping it carefully over your shoulders. “I wanted to do that earlier, but I didn't wanna let go of your hand” he admitted quietly as you continue strolling peacefully though the dimly light suburban streets.

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a/n lets just pretend i ended this on some super sweet note and didnt just cut it off randomly bc I apparently have no idea how to end things lmao sorry

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softtransbf · 4 years

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I’m Not That [Girl]

so, uh, I meant for this to just be a quick fluffy drabble, but, well, it got away from me. enjoy! <3 (I hope I didn’t butcher typing Yancy’s accent too badly lmao)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,641

Reader Gender: Neutral- no pronouns used. Use of “doll” and “sweetheart” to refer to the reader, no other potentially gendered language or body descriptions.

Warnings: discussion of abandonment issues, kissing, very lightly implied future smut, reference to canonical violence/injuries

"Looks like, uh, looks like it might be time to break outta heah. But before we do, I need you to put dis ahn." You tilted your head, confused by the fabric in Yancy's hands and absolutely charmed by his accent. "Oh, listen. I know every nook and every cranny in dis joint. But if I'm gonna help you break out, you sure as hell ain't knowin no nooks, nor no crannies. 'Cause if you know, den youse gonna tell others, and then they's gonna tell others, and then suddenly everyone's breaking out, when NO ONE SHOULD BE BREAKING OUT!"

You chuckled as you took the blindfold from him. You hadn't known him long, but he and his theatrics had quickly taken root in your heart. No, don't go there. You have to break out. This isn't the first time you've gone all in too quickly and gotten hurt. Better to leave now before that happens. At least this way, you can hold on to what might have been. You tried to put the blindfold on by yourself, but you couldn't quite get a good enough knot to keep it on your head. You were trying for the third time when you heard the bed squeak and felt Yancy suddenly very, very close.

"You, uh, you need some help wit' that?" he said softly. You nodded, not trusting your voice to be anything more than a squeak.

He covered your hands with his, and you tried your best not to think about his arms around you or how close his face must be to yours. If the feeling of his breath on your cheek was any indication, you could probably kiss him if you raised your head just a little bit… You wished you could see him so close.

"Uh, doll? I'm gonna need you to move those lovely hands of youses so I can tie this knaht." Thoroughly embarrassed despite the smile you could hear in his voice, you took your hands out from under his and immediately covered your face. His soft chuckle certainly didn't help your embarrassment or the blush you could feel across your entire face.

It only took him a second to tie the knot. You relaxed, expecting him to step back, but he surprised you by softly running his hands down your arms and gently removing your hands from your face.

"What's wrong, sweethaht?" He tilted your head up slightly; you weren't sure why.

"N-" you cleared your throat; how long had it been since the last time you had spoken? Definitely since before the heist. Mark didn't exactly let you get a word in edgewise, and you'd been too nervous to talk since getting arrested. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong. You're just… kind of a lot, and it flusters me." Your heart broke at his soft "oh", and you shivered when he took a step back. You hadn't realized how warm he was. "No, Yancy, not like that."

"Like what, den? How is it? Tell me, y/n." You took a deep breath. You'd hoped you could leave with this secret tucked away in your heart, but he was in pain, and you couldn't bear the thought of leaving him like that. You pulled the blindfold off and were immediately metaphorically punched in the gut by the look on his face, looking up at you from his seat on the bottom bunk. You'd almost call it desperation, like he needed to know more than anything else in the world.

"I- you-" you ran your hands through your hair and walked a lap around the cell. "I've never met anyone like you, Yancy. You're stubborn, dramatic, and short tempered, and you have major control issues."

"Hey, wait a minute, that's not-" he started, offended.

"Please don't interrupt me, Yance. If I don't say this now, I won't ever be able to, and I think we both need me to say this." The anger in his eyes softened, and you pretended not to see the hope that replaced it.

"You are all of those things, yes. But you're also funny and caring and so goddamn charming. Your accent is inconsistent and doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's also one of the best things I've ever heard. And I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how well you sing.

I thought I could leave without telling you any of this. We've only known each other for a few hours. It shouldn't be possible, but god dammit, Yancy, I think I'm falling in love with you. Or, at least, I could see myself falling hard and fast if I stayed, which is why I have to go. I'm not the happily-ever-after type; I'm no one's happy ending. Everyone leaves eventually- they get tired of me or finish using me, so they move on. Even if, by some miracle, you felt a fraction of what I already feel for you, you'd leave too, and that would destroy me. The only person who has ever stuck by me is Mark, and even then part of me is still waiting for the day that he's had enough.

You know what the worst part is, though? That was the first time I'd thought about Mark since Jimmy punched him. He's my best friend, my literal partner in crime. He's probably seriously injured, and I'd forgotten about him. That's how much power you have over me. That's why I'm flustered, and that's why I have to leave."

"I tot youse had a family out there you had to get back to?" You laughed, amazed that that's what he took from your declaration of love.

"I lied. They stopped speaking to me years ago. It was easier to say that I have a family I need to get back to than to lay out all of my abandonment issues like I just did. Where, you know, I said a lot of other things." You stared at the floor and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

"Why do you have a picture of them, then?" He gently took your hands and pulled you down to sit next to him.

"To remind myself that everyone leaves, even the people who are supposed to be by your side forever." You somehow found the courage to look him in the eyes. "The only person I can trust is myself. Like you said, 'they're always just gonna leave you behind, so best to stick with what's youses'." You both chuckled at your terrible impression of his accent.

"And that's why you wanna break out? Because you don't wanna trust me?" He hadn't let go of your hands, and the circles his thumb was tracing on the inside of your wrist were making your head spin.

"Other way around. I want to trust you. I do trust you. I want so much with you, Yancy, it's terrifying. The last time I wanted something, someone, this much... " you shook your head. "Let's just say it didn't end well. For me, at least. Last I heard, he's doing just fine." You traitorous heart leapt at the anger that flashed through his eyes. "None of this even matters, though. There's no way you feel the same about me. So, please, show me the way out of here, and you can forget any of this ever happened."

"Y/N…" your name was barely a whisper on his lips. "I couldn't forget you. Evah. Foist of all, not many people have beaten me in a fight. Wait, hold ahn a minute. If you weren't fighting to get back to your family, what was youse fightin' for? Are you really that intent on gettin' away from me?" You wished he had some sort of poker face; you were going to get emotional whiplash.

"No. Yes? Maybe. Does it really matter? Please, Yancy, let's just go. I can't- I've said too much, shown you parts of me even Mark hasn't seen. I need to leave before I make this whole situation even worse." You tried to take your hands out of his, but he wouldn't let you.

"Of course it mattahs. You mattah. I know youse wanted me to respahnd to things I haven't, and I'm sorry. It's just… I done a lot of bad things. More than youse know. And I don't want you to know 'em, 'cause I'm afraid that if you do, you'll stop looking at me like this." He traced his fingertips along your jaw gently, almost like he was afraid that he might break you. "But on the other hand, I want youse to know everyting there is to know about me. I want…" He broke eye contact and looked down.

"Yeah?" You prompted, after a very emotionally charged fifteen seconds of silence.

He took a deep breath and looked up. "I want you. Abandonment issues and all, doll. More than I ever tought I could want anyone."

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, light and hesitant. His lips were softer than you'd expected, even with the split lip. You ran the hand he wasn't still holding through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a moan that you were sure you'd think about for the rest of your life before grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him.

"Please," he whispered in between kisses down your neck, "don't leave me."

Instead of answering, you pulled his head back up and kissed him like you needed him to breathe, which you were pretty sure you did, and pressed your hips down slightly. "I'm not going anywhere, baby," you said when he broke the kiss with a gasp.

It turns out you didn't want to be free, after all.

#yancy x reader #yancy x y/n #yancy ahwm #ahwm yancy #yancy fanfic #yancy x yn #yancy x gender neutral reader #otp: don't want to be free

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Just Let Me In (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: A year after what was supposed to be the reader’s due date.

Warnings: miscarriage, sad steve/reader, depression, angst, im sorry if this is sad (im in a mood), bad writing, SAD FIC, medical inaccuracies?

Word Count: 1379

NOTE: takes place AFTER Infinity War but BEFORE Endgame.

Feedback is appreciated!

You had half a bottle of wine gripped in one hand as you flipped through a photo album. Tears were pricked in your eyes as you reminisced on a simpler time.

Months after Thanos snapped away many of your friends along with half the universe, Steve and you got married. “Time is short, and tomorrow is never promised,” he said during proposal. The ceremony was private –many of those who weren’t snapped didn’t even find out until months later. You were both fortunate enough that the love of your life wasn’t snatched away from you. You just had to seize the moment.

The photographs in the album displayed many smiles. It was a happy time despite losing many friends. You took many pictures in the first year of your marriage. You savored every moment. You remembered feeling guilty that you were happy, but Steve promised you that you both deserved it. “It’s what they would’ve wanted for us,” he told you.

Near the end of the album was the first ultrasound picture. 8 weeks. The fetus was so small, barely visible except for the small sac in your womb. It had been two years into the marriage. Both of you wanted to start family.

You remembered hearing its heartbeat for the first time and the silent tears that rolled down your husband’s face. The doctors reassured you and Steve that the pregnancy was viable. Everything was going according to plan. Your hopes were high as your belly grew rounder and rounder as the weeks passed.

You both came up with names. Steve hoped for a girl though he didn’t care about the gender too much. Sarah Margaret Rogers. You were at first apprehensive about naming your baby after Steve’s first love – wanting to name her after Natasha, your matchmaker – but you quickly grew to love the name.

When you were told it was a boy, the initial name was scrapped. You knew what Steve wanted to name it, and you both agreed your child’s name would be James Samuel Rogers.

Then, one early morning, you woke up in pain. Steve had gone to the city the night before – he often visited Natasha, who made it her responsibility to handle all the world’s disasters.

Something wasn’t right.

You lifted up your duvet and saw that your nightgown as well as the sheets were drenched in blood. You called the ambulance and were brought to the hospital.

You received the news alone.

Steve rushed into your hospital room and found you with your head in your hands. He knew immediately.

-=+=-

Now you sat alone in the middle of what would’ve been the nursery. Its walls were painted a soft yellow and the crib was already built, the mobile hanging right above it.

One year.

James Samuel Rogers would’ve been a one-year-old infant today.

Instead of an empty, silent house, you would’ve had the giggles and the cries of a baby boy to keep you busy when Steve went into the city.

However, you had nothing but a now empty wine bottle in your hands.

“Hon?” Steve called as he entered. There was a loud thud from across the house and a crash. Steve didn’t bother to hang up his jacket as he rushed towards the direction of the commotion. “Hon!” He repeated but there was no answer.

He found you in the yellow nursery. A pile of wood scattered on the ground. The room buzzed with the hum of a soft lullaby from the mobile that was muffled in your hands. The glass wine bottle was thrown against the wall as evidenced by the faint scratches on the paint and the shards.

“(Y/N)!” Steve yelled just before you threw the mobile into the opposite wall. The device shattered. Tears were streaming down your face as you turned to your husband. He let out a small sigh as he moved towards you, wrapping his around you tightly. “It’s okay,” he muttered. “Just let it out.”

You sobbed in Steve’s neck as the two of you fell to the floor. You sobbed for what seemed like hours though it had only been minutes.

You were an Avenger. You braved against HYDRA agents, Ultron, and even the Mad Titan himself. None of which were able to break you down. But for some reason, the death of your own baby shattered you. You were able to recover from losing against Thanos – from losing your friends – but you couldn’t bounce back from this.

“I’m sorry,” you finally muttered. “I know you worked so hard on the room and I ruined it. I ruin everything.”

“That’s not true,” Steve said firmly, his embrace tightened. “You don’t ruin everything.”

“I ruined our marriage,” you whispered. Steve pulled away from you, his brows creased in confusion. “Oh, don’t pretend that you don’t notice it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shoved him away and pointed a finger at his chest. “You’re never home. You’re always out in the city. You’re avoiding me,” you said, your voice breaking. “You’re disgusted by me.” Steve’s frown deepened. “You’re upset because I couldn’t have your baby.”

A long exhale escaped him. In truth, he had been avoiding you, but not for the reason you thought.

For the first few months after your miscarriage, you kept pushing Steve away. You refused to talk about it or acknowledge it. You even avoided walking down the hall of the nursery. When Steve tried to hold you at night, you tensed and evaded his touch. So, he gave you the space he thought you needed.

Perhaps, subconsciously, you were pushing him away. You were deflecting your pain and telling yourself that because you couldn’t give him a child, your husband hated you – which was far from the truth.

“I – I – that’s not true!” Steve argued. “(Y/N), I’m not upset at you… You’ve been the one avoiding me.”

“Don’t pin this on me!” You cried.

“I’m not! But… you made it seem like you wanted space, so I gave it to you. I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you!”

“Because I left you alone that night!” Steve yelled, his eyes beginning to water. He did blame himself. He felt as if he shouldn’t have gone into the city the night before. He should’ve been there when you woke up. He should’ve been there when the doctors told you that the baby was gone.

You both stared at each other in silence. Neither of you knew what to say to each other.

Steve sighed again. “I love you, (Y/N). Baby, or no baby. I married you because I love you. Nothing’s ever gonna change that.” You stayed silent, allowing him to wrap his arms around you again. “I could never be disgusted with you. I love you.”

He didn’t know how many times he could say those three words to you. He didn’t care if he had to repeat it from dusk to dawn. He’d say it over and over again until you realize that his love wouldn’t be taken away as soon as his son was gone. He vowed to love you until his dying breath and even past then.

“I don’t know why it hurts so much,” you confessed. “I’ve overcome so much in my life. I don’t know why this hurts so much.” He rubbed your back comfortingly as you ranted. “I just want it to stop hurting.”

“It will,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “It will eventually. It’s just been a year. You’re not giving yourself time to heal.”

“A year’s too long,” you responded. “He would’ve a year old today.”

“I know,” Steve sighed. “I know… But hon, you’re not letting yourself heal, either. You’re shutting down, pushing me away. You’re not coping with it either. You’re ignoring it. You’re avoiding the pain and that’s hurting you even more.”

You stayed silent as you began to quietly cry in his arms. “I love you,” you whispered. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like otherwise.”

“It’s okay… I love you more.” He muttered. “Just let me in, okay? Stop pushing me away. Just let me in.”

I need to relearn how to write endings LMAO

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