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mstigeress37-blog · 5 months

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BOXER! RAFE CAMERON X READER

ＳＵＭ．Rafe is a boxer, but his pretty girlfriend hasn’t showed up to his match yet, so where is she?

Notes. Fem! Reader/ She/Her pronouns used, violent description, fanon rafe lol.

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Rafe was stressed.

It was his first time boxing in this particular ring in this particular place. He found the place with a bit of difficulty, driving wise, and since his girlfriend wasn’t here, he could only assume she had lost her way.

He bursts through the changing room door, eyes scanning for both his manager and his girlfriend, before setting them on Topper, his best friend.

“Yo, have you seen Y/N? She’s usually here by now.” He asks, scratching his recently buzzed hair after one of his fans tried to grab it post-fight.

Topper shakes his head, “Nah, man. I can go stand outside and keep a lookout for you, though?” He suggests. Rafe nods once, deep in thought and his eyebrows furrowed, before walking away, kissing his teeth and shaking his head in disappointment.

If she isn’t going to be here within the next hour, he’s gonna knock his opponent to the floor and keep hitting him until she shows up.

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The last time you didn’t/couldn’t make it to Rafe’s match was when you were grounded in High School after getting caught doing weed that Rafe gave you. You ended up having to sneak out with Sarah to bail him out. Sarah needed you since she knew Rafe was pissed and, as cheesy as it sounds, you the only person who was able to calm him down. Even thinking about the next that read, ‘Stuck in traffic! So sorry, baby!’ made him huff with anger.

But now, you’re adults. No ‘asking for permission but my dad said no’, no ‘You’re grounded so you can’t go.’ Nothing. Nada. So why was he behind the curtain doing the breathing technique you taught him all alone?

Rafe was pissed. Not at you, of course. But at the world. What cruel universe would keep you stuck in traffic? Or put the boxing ring so far away from you?

Before he could think anymore, he heard his name being introduced through the speakers, saw the curtains fly open, and started running to the ring, pissed as ever.

The two bump fists, and just before the ring goes off, Rafe can hear the man go, ‘missing your girlfriend, Rafe? D’y’need your mommyyyy?’ through his mouth guard, chuckling before hitting his own fists together.

The bell goes off, and it felt like permission to beat the ever living shit out of the pathetic excuse of a man in front of him.

Rafe pounces, his fists heavier than two seconds ago, and lands each punch to the other’s face and gut.

Some time passes, and his coach calls him over to his corner. Rafe has blood trickling down his nose and forehead. He feels like shit for a second before he glances over to his opponent and smirks, chuckling to himself.

He sits down, and through the music and loud cheering/booing, he hears you, and suddenly, his huffs are light-hearted and relieved exhales.

From the corner of his eye, he sees you pushing through, probably politely asking them to move, before you occasionally shout, ‘Rafe!’ And you don’t have to shout much or loudly, since Rafe’s head was turned the first time you yelled.

He sees your smile go wide as the two of you make eye contact before you glance to the side, looking at what Rafe did to his opponent.

The two guards let you past the gate that separates the ring and the audience since they know your face (since Rafe was shoving a picture of you in their faces asking if they had seen you despite their multiple ‘No!’s), and suddenly you’re running to Rafe’s corner, jumping up to hold onto the ropes.

“Rafe, baby! I’m so sorry, I got lost, then suddenly I was in traffic, then I was in the countryside?? I-I don’t know, but it’s okay, because-“

“-Because you’re here.” He finishes quietly. He doesn’t even need to raise his voice for you to hear him over all the clamouring of the audience and his team who are pouring water all over him.

“I don’t care if I landed in a cell again, because I knew you would have picked me up. I don’t care if they kicked me out of here, since I know you would get here eventually and give me a lecture as you took us home. I don’t care if you weren’t here before, because you’re here now.”

You feel emotional and give him a quick peck on the kiss, not knowing how much time he has left of his break. However, unsatisfied with such a small show of affection, he stands up from the stool, grabs your face, and kisses you lovingly.

“Alright, lover boy, get in there!!” His coach yells from his side. He pulls away gently, admires your face before giving you a quick peck on the nose, running back to the centre with a new found confidence and a swell of love in his heart.

You smile softly at the view of his back before his coach jumps down, helping you jump down too to sit at the chairs neatly lined up.

#rafe #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #boxing #outer banks #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fic #obx

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uspdude051 · 1 month

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Hi, can I request a Derek shepherd X male reader? I have an idea you can use, maybe Derek broke up with Meredith after being together for like two months, after one month he starts liking the reader (can the reader be the same level as him? Not an intern) and after one month of Derek trying he and the reader start dating and one day all the interns find them cuddling (can the reader be little spoon pls) and they are in shock and kinda confused

Im sorry if it's a bad idea, I just want a story with him

Sleep and Confusion

A/N: sooo. This person requested this over two years ago and I felt bad….this is once every blue moon lol

TW: Fluff and bad grammar :)

Set in Season 4 when Meredith and Derek Broke up

It has been a few months since I got the job as The New Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. You had a job as a Mass Gen as a regular attending, but the Chief of Surgery, Richard Webber, offered you the job and you decided to take the job right away. You liked Seattle even though the constant rain annoyed the hell out of you. Over time you manage to make a few friends. It's mostly the heads of the surgical department and a few residents like Bailey and Callie.

You just finished your shift and decided to hang out at Joe’s, when you got there you sat down at the bar at the far end. When you ordered your usual drink you turned to the left and saw Derek Shepherd, the head of neurosurgery, was drinking alone. You decided to have some small talk since you didn't know him that well. You knew of him, like how his nickname is McDreamy and he had a previous relationship with one of the 1st years.

You went over to sit next to him and asked,” Hey, how are you doing?”

He turned to look at you and was surprised I was talking to him. He answered, “You're doing well, yourself.”

You nodded in response. Joe gave you your drink and the two of you started to have some small talk. It was mostly regarding other interests, what's your favorite sports team, where you go to college, all that stuff.

Then you decided to ask something that would be a little awkward to answer.

“So… what's the deal with you and that one resident?” you asked. You notice that he and Meredith steal glances every chance they get.

He looked at you debating whether or not to answer, “We had a relationship when she was in the 1st year” He paused “We tried to work it out but unfortunately, we couldn’t.”

“Sorry about that, it must have been hard,” you said with sincerity.

He looked down at his drink and replied, “Yeah…..yeah it was, but I'm starting to move on.”

A part of you was relieved that he was getting over the heartbreak that he is experiencing but another part of you made you feel bad for the dude and wondered what you do to help.

Ever since that night at Joe’s, you and Derek’s friendship has grown even more. You guys talk whenever you have a break. It was a good friendship, a little brotherhood friendship. It was going great until your feelings towards Derek grew to the point where you started to grow romantic feelings. But you decided to act against it for two reasons. 1) you didn't know if he wasn't straight and 2) you were pretty sure he was still hung up with the 2-year resident. You decided to compress those feelings because you didn't want to mess up your newfound friendship with Derek.

Then one day you and Derek were both alone changing in the attending room after a very long day of back-to-back surgeries. He was leaning against the locker right to yours while you were just finished changing into your regular clothing. You were gonna ask if you wanted to head to Joe's to watch the game. But Derek beat you to the question but the difference was that he asked you something that completely shocked you.

“Go out with me tomorrow night,” Derek said so subtly.

You slammed the locker door hard and stared into his blue eyes. Your own eyes widened at the question. You normally don't judge a book by its cover, but you would have never thought he was into dudes

“ Are you playing a trick with me or is this some kind of joke?” you asked. You were very wary about the guys you dated because most of the guys you've dated were assholes or straight dudes trying to get a laugh at you.

Derek said quickly “I'm not!!!...it's just you for the past month you were by my side with a lot of you… and I really, REALLY, think we have a connection.”

As he said that his words started to slow down and started to seem more sincere. You ask him whether or not he was straight. You assumed he was Bi or Pan at least considering he had an ex-wife and his last relationship was Meredith. He explained that he’s bisexual and that he had two boyfriends before he started dating Addison.

You were still hesitant because your last relationship ended with your boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker. He could tell by your facial expressions that you were very hesitant. He took your hand looked into your eyes and said this

“I promise I'm not gonna be like the other guy, if you want to take things slow that's fine, all that I'm asking for is one dinner, and that's it.”

You could tell that he was being genuine, again you were a little hesitant. But then again he wasn’t like the other dude. Derek is kind, smart, and charismatic, all of the great qualities in a man that you were into.

So you looked into his dreamy eyes and said, “Yes, I would love to.”

2 months later.

It was a long day In the OR and you wanted to lie down. You went to the call room to get some shut cause you didn't have the energy to drive. You took off your tennis shoes and laid down on the bottom bunk facing the wall. As you are about to shut your eyes you hear the door open and see a bright light illuminated on the wall.

You turned your back to whoever just opened the door and saw Derek who looked just as tired as you are. He shut the door behind him and walked over to you. He lay down next and put his arm around your body holding you in a firm grip never letting you go.

You murmured, “How was your craniotomy on that peds patient?”

Derek also replied with a murmur” It went great, how did your heart transplant go?”

Seconds passed by without a response. Next thing you know, Derek heard the gentle sound of your snoring. Chuckling quietly to himself, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. Gradually, he too began to drift off to sleep.

THIRD PERSON POV

An hour passed, and the door opened revealing Alex who needed some shut-eye from a surgery he just assisted on. As he was about to select a bed, he paused, noticing Shepherd cuddling with the new cardio attending. His eyes widened in suspicion, suspecting a romantic relationship between the two. Soon after, Lexi and a few other interns entered, their attention immediately drawn to the scene before them. While some were taken aback, Lexi found the sight incredibly endearing.

#grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #derek shepherd #derek shepherd x reader #derek shepherd x male reader #derek shepherd x male!reader #grey's anatomy x male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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suyacho · 1 year

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valentines gift // arataki itto

synopsis - itto decides to surprise you & let’s you be in control for a day, which is quite the rare occurrence.

collab post | kinktober 2022

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - soft femdom - handjob - itto is tied up in ribbons - nicknames (princess & sweet boy) - praise - pegging - sub itto - size kink if u squint - 1,2k words - maybe ooc idk im insecure lol

note: this is a post for @eijirhoe & @kazuwhora ‘s “do it for me” collab, sorry for being late! i kept on changing my ideas and characters but i finally managed to finish it </3 but happy valentines days you guys🫶🫶

“Itto, I’m homeee!” you voiced throughout the house, putting your bags down and frowning at the silence. It was never this quiet at home. “ ‘m in the bedroom princess.” Itto answered, a relieved sigh leaving your lips as you made your way over to your shared bedroom, not realizing that nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you.

Never in the years of dating Itto, you could have guessed to come home to this, rather interesting sight. Your boyfriend wrapped in red ribbon, being pretty much naked if it wasn’t for his boxers, looking all pretty and waiting for you on the bed. You were shocked to say at least, a small laugh escaping your lips.

It wasn’t that the sight was bad, no in fact, you loved it, it made you feel a certain way. Yet you still couldn’t help but to imagine him struggling on his own to get into this position while wrapping himself with the ribbon.

“How’d you even do that?” you questioned, slowly straddling over to him and getting comfortable on his lap, giggling a bit when a shaky breath left his lips. Itto was rock hard, leaking through his boxers, showing signs of playing with himself before you arrived, it was hard to ignore so you simply couldn’t.

“Are you really d-doubting the one and oni?” Itto answered, breath hitching as you moved a bit on his lap, a smirk creeping on your face, knowing how sensitive your lover was already. “Hmm, me doubting you? Of course not.” you smiled, sweetly pecking his lips as your hand trailed down his chest, stopping right on his hard on as you locked your eyes with his needy ones.

“I just couldn’t help imagining seeing you struggle with putting this on.” you told him sweetly, rubbing him through his boxers while the other hand trailed along the red ribbon against his body. Smiling innocently once a needy whine left his lips, knowing you had all control over him.

“You’re so cute Itto.” you cooed, moving around slightly and sliding his boxers down, just enough to free his hard on, watching how beads of precum rolled down his twitching length. Eyes moving up, you watched your lover’s expression change to a relieved one, finally being freed from the fabric.

You could only imagine how long Itto had been waiting on you like this, hot and bothered, stuck in such a seductive pose.

“Please…” Itto breathed out, not sure what he was asking for but he knew that he needed you to touch him. “Hmm what do you want?” you asked, placing kisses on his jawline, moving down to his neck as you finally wrapped your hand around his begging member.

“You got yourself all nice and prepped just for me, haven’t you sweet boy?” you continued, picking up your pace as you left your mark on his neck, sucking and licking on his skin, making sure it was nice and visible for everyone to see.

“Just for you princess— I want you to fuck me, please.” Itto whined, bucking his hips up to meet your strokes in the middle, desperate to feel more, to have all of you.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Are you gonna take my strap, all of it sweet boy? Just for me?” you smirked, teasingly stopping your movements and getting off his lap, placing kisses from his chest down to his abdomen, taking the ribbon off with your teeth before pressing a kiss on his leaking tip.

“Please, I’ll be good, I promise.” he answered almost immediately, using the last bit of strength left to not cum right then and there.

There was just something about this whole situation, you didn’t dom Itto often or well, he never really gave you the chance. Even if it was his own idea to surprise you like this today, the fact that someone much smaller than him was domming him so easily was a huge turn on for him, the thought only could make him cum.

“Lay back and wait for me alright? Can you do that for me sweet boy?” you smiled innocently and Itto nodded in response, laying down on his back while he waited on you, cock twitching at the sight.

Quickly, you prepped, positioning yourself between his legs and squirting some lube onto the strap on, stroking it a few times to smear the lube all over it, looking at Itto who was watching your every move with desperate eyes.

“You ready sweet boy?” you asked sweetly, lining up with his entrance, teasing the tip in. “Mhm, more than ready, please j-just.” Itto gasped, grabbing onto the sheets in shock when you slowly pushed in, tracing small figures on his sides to help him relax.

“So good for me, missed fucking you like this.” you praised him, giving him a second to adjust once you bottomed out inside of him. Itto just stared at you dumbly, in a haze, glad that he prepped himself earlier so you could just take him right away because he knew he couldn’t wait that long.

With a small yet desperate smile on his lips, Itto reached out to your hand, intertwining your fingers and giving you a firm squeeze, letting you know you could move again.

“My sweet boy… No one knows you like I do.” you cooed, picking up your pace, never taking your eyes off him for a second.

Itto looked so ethereal underneath you like this, it was a rare occurrence so you were going to enjoy every single moment of it. The way he was bigger and was so vulnerable underneath you, left you burning with a heat inside of you that you didn’t even know you had. His needy moans and whines, sounded all like music to your ears, you wanted to ruin him, make him cry while you had the chance.

Without realizing, you were fucking into Itto with deep and desperate thrusts, enjoying every little sound he let out, smirking as you stroked his cock while continuinging pounding into your lover like your life depended on it.

“P-Princess— go easy on me.” Itto gasped, voice cracking as he grabbed the sheets for support, bucking his hips up to feel more, for you to reach it deeper, signaling you that he was close.

“Go on sweet boy, make a mess for me.” you told him, hitting his sweet spot as you fucked into him with deep thrusts, knowing his body like the back of your hand and knowing just how to leave him coming undone in second.

“I’m so close— “ Itto moaned loudly, closing his eyes as the fire in his abdomen finally snaps, releasing all over your hands and his stomach with unsteady breathe, whining needily as you continued fucking him through his high. He loved moments like these.

“That’s my sweet boy, you did so well for me.” you praised him, licking your fingers clean as you locked your eyes with his, knowing damn well he was nowhere close to being done with his stamina.

“Mhm– happy valentines day princess.” Itto smiled, slowly catching his breath, sweetly squeezing your hand as an act of love and also to reassure you that he was fine.

“Thank you my sweet boy.” you smiled, pecking his lips as you both enjoyed the quiet and relaxed moment before you went all night. “I might as well make good use of my present today, what do you think?”

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ayyy-pee · 1 year

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your kishibe post was immaculate. do you have any nsfw/sfw hcs for him?

hi anon! sorry it took me so long to get to this. omg thank you!!! hmm i've never written hcs before but i can try!

i always imagine boyfriend kishibe (he puts you through the ringer at first but...idk he's soft for you sometimes) i like to imagine he tries to be cold with the person he cares about but he's sweet when he's truly committed and not assuming you'll die at any moment.

❥ i think when kishibe is interested, he's kind of an asshole lol. he's used to losing people so he tries to just get it over with. if you're gonna die, you're gonna die. so he assigns you to fucking difficult devil cases as a test. you've already caught his eye but if you're going to be with him, you can't be useless and weak. it's rule #1

❥ but he's thoroughly impressed with your strength whenever you succeed. i think he'll finally ask you out to drink with him after you've survived a long enough time lol and he'll be pleasantly surprised that you can hold your liquor almost as well as him

❥ he goes back to your place with you that same night where he bends you over the back of the couch and fucks you at a brutal pace. tosses you around like a damn ragdoll. has your legs shaking. you've never been fucked the way he fucks you and you're obsessed

❥ once you start dating, you see a bit of a different side of him. he cares more than he lets on...

❥ every day that you come back alive and open the door to his apartment, he takes a deep swig of his liquor and hides his relieved smile behind his canteen

❥ he leaves you your favorite breakfast items in your office when no one is around, but you know it's him from the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the room. you whisper a quiet thank you when you see him in the halls and he ignores you lol

❥ it's not often he gets jealous, he mostly doesn't care if someone else hits on you. but if he cares enough, it can happen. again, he's so used to losing people and if he finds someone who has hung around long enough for him to date them, i think he'll want to hold on to that. he'll definitely try to hide it though

❥ he doesn't seem the least bit upset that you ended up locked in a time loop in a one bed hotel room for days fighting a devil with Aki (who he's positive has feelings for you) Aki poses a real threat because he understands your lifestyle. you work with him often and you get along great.

❥ he doesn't seem the least bit jealous about the whole Aki situation...but the possessive way he grips onto your thighs while you sit on top of him, telling you to watch as he drives his hips roughly up into yours until you're a drooling mess, murmuring about how he hoped you enjoyed your "little vacation" with Aki says otherwise. can't stop his actual jealousy from slipping out when he asks if you let Aki touch you, fuck you, taste you in the hotel the same way he's doing tonight

❥ then he'll fill you with his cum, so full of him. still fucking you until it's leaking from your center and making a sticky mess between your bodies

❥ but he'll be sweet after and run a hot bath for you after he finishes fucking you damn near through the bed, only grunting when you thank him as he climbs into the bath behind you

❥ after bathing, when you both settle into bed, kishibe will wrap his arms around you tightly and bury his nose in your hair as you both slip into a deep slumber together, just happy to have one more night with you

❥❥ all in all i love my grumpy old man and i wish he'd pick up the phone i love him so much. kishibe pls call ME sdlfjdk

#kishibe x reader #kishibe hcs #old kishibe x reader #kishibe x you #kishibe smut #this kishibe brainrot will kill me one day #i need him so bad #they didn't have to animate him that way #KISHIBEEEEEE CALL MEEEEEEEEEE #csm kishibe x reader #kishibe x y/n #kishibe x black reader #x black reader #x reader #anime x black reader #anime x reader #kishibe i cannot stop thinking about you

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 6 months

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ofmd s2e4 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

it's been a busy week since last thursday and shit's only gonna get busier for me after tomorrow so hopefully i can get through these two episodes out before i go to bed lol!!! anyway once again these posts are just me rambling so i can process the insane amount of information in these episodes and if u want to read them too that's fine.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

rip everyone who wanted homoerotic sword fighting in the gentebeard reunion. have a headbutt as a consolation prize.

obsessed with stede holding raw room-temperature meat against his bruised face bc that's not even a little bit how that works. i love this show.

ok so jim saying "he'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested" in response to stede saying ed needs to regain his strength actually gives some pretty good context to why they want ed of the ship so bad. bc they DID fully try to kill ed and now he's here and alive and like. if i were jim i would be pretty worried abt ed holding a grudge abt that.

wont lie stede being like "we dont just banish people, that's not us!" makes me thinkg abt how they fully banished izzy from the ship in e6. i mean technically izzy banished himself on accident but. lol.

also izzy's absence in this scene indicating he is not yet considered part of the entire crew

roach: i need that steak back, it's dinner stede: (pulling the steak away) oh, right fang: maybe let's put the banishment to a vote? stede: (steak back on his face, apparently having forgotten he was literally just about to give the meat to roach) aw do we have to :(

ed chained to the ship is doing. a lot for me. i wont lie.

buttons saying he's been to the gravy basket a few times... how many times has this man almost died??????

it is deeply funny to me that they edit the split second flashback of the drowning and mermaid hallucination to look all creepy as if that whole scene wasn't set to an incredibly sappy 80's love song (said with immense affection)

OBSESSED with stede trying to be like. encouraging to izzy. and being like "he cant hear you he's got no head" about izzy yelling at the ruined figurehead. this fucking dork.

so ive seen ppl talking abt how the crew's in a deadlock abt banishing ed and which ppl they think were pro-banishment and which were against, but the scenes with the crew make it look like everyone's voting for ed to get kicked out. so tbh i think like either of the following interpretations are pretty valid: the crew is split 50/50 on if they should banish ed OR the crew 100% wants to banish ed and stede was gonna try and leverage izzy's vote to try and get more ppl to change their mind. doesnt rlly matter either way tho

also the fact that izzy was the one to keep ed's body is. interesting. the others must've known abt it and helped izzy hide the body in the secret room. but izzy being the one to be like "no we're not throwing him overboard" is. something. no conclusions abt this atm im just rotating this fact in my brain.

i also just have a lot of thoughts abt the mutiny and the fact that like, jim's a trained assassin and the others are also pretty experienced killers and they probably knew they hadn't completely finished the job. and there was plenty of opportunity for them to do something about that. but instead they hid his body and waited for ed to succumb to his injuries. it feels kinda like ed's "technically i outsource the big job" rule. idk. thoughtssss.

frenchie in this scene is so funny bc he seems both actually apologetic abt kicking ed off the ship but also very relieved/vindicated to see him go.

didnt realize olu almost said smthng to ed lol i thought ed was just saying "fuck you" to him for no reason ghfjkghjkfh

"first time i've ever been on this side of a walk of shame" wee john i have so many questions. how many times have you been banished from a ship.

obsessed with archie just being like "way to make this awkward brah." her shitty boss put her life at risk in an attempt to make her and her coworkers kill him in a weird roundabout suicide attempt and her summary of the situation is "well, this is awkward :/"

"shitty sailing with you" sick burn, jim

"you're making it really hard to look up to you, man" LOVE how black pete is still a blackbeard stan. despite everything.

just ONCE i want someone to appreciate roach's sandwiches :(

"dont you want your sammy" STEDE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

also i disagree with the subtitles here im like 99% sure says "you're no fuckin mermaid" not "you're not a fuckin mermaid" but that's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stede looks SO sad abt not being a mermaid

love how everyone in this episode just sort of nods and is like "yeah okay" every time buttons tells them he's turning into a bird

altho with stede in this scene specifically im convinced that he's just jumping at the chance to follow ed to the island. he was absolutely gonna come up with some shitty excuse to go ashore anyway but it's nice of buttons to give him plausible deniability

i love how much ed hates nature

why do the subtitles say "gyp-" this has been bothering me all week. the line is "like a drifter"

i also love ed's line delivery of "a wolf?"

anyway dumb posts abt the spider tattoo backstory: 1, 2, 3

i love to see ed getting hugs... wish i could give him a hug :(

ok also buttons talking abt the gravy basket made me think ed needed like some sort of spell or smthng to snap out of it but instead it just kinda wore off by the end of the episode (maybe, depends on how you read the whole buttons turning into a bird scene). this is very funny to me for some reason

anne rubbing the cup she's holding against her tit. queen.

stede bonnet idiot dumbfuck moments

i LOVE anne's line delivery of "eddie motherfuckin teeeeach" like yeah that's cj's girl alright. or was cj's girl. who knows.

SECRET HANDSHAKE im cryinggggg. i love them.

stede's voice sounds so weird when he says "i wasn't looking for you" and that's because he's fucking lying through his teeth

LOVE how anne and mary look at each other after the "shipmates" "former" interaction like they are immediately on the same wavelength. and that wavelength is fucking with ed and his ex. they sniffed out a messy relationship dynamic and were like "oh hell yeah we need more of this in our lives"

ed is SO bitchy this whole scene i fucking love it. ed's face when he says "him?" fdhjksgfjhdgkj

ed: whatever 🙄 anne: whatever? 👀 mary: whatever! 😈

wee john getting more goth is so good

drunk izzy rambling at the ship's figurehead is so funny to me tho i miss drunk izzy

ed's crew lady macbeth "out damned spot" moments

i like how there's a goat in the background of this scene in anne and mary's house and it is unexplained and also never seen again.

ed's face after stede says "that's romance" is soooo good this bitch is so pissed. like oh would you have met me at the docs if i peeled the guard's face off instead of just paying him off? is that what fuckin does it for you???? not that it matters bc i dont care. but. cunt.

yeah im just focusing in on all of ed's faces in this scene. "quite the shift going from wearing people's faces to antique collectors" gets ed to freeze in the middle of bringing his drink up to his lips and just kinda stare off into the distance.

"how did you meet" has ed kind of frowning for a split second before stede starts answering and then he rolls his eyes very dramatically and sighs deeply

ed immediately being like "actually i was gonna kill him myself!" trying to undermine stede's meet-cute story. also anne and mary nodding along in complete unison bc this is just normal pirate conversation to them.

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also as someone who has been team "no ed was dead serious abt the plan to steal stede's identity" this was very vindicating for me. it's a bad plan and it doesn't make any sense but logistics literally dont matter in this show. what matters is giving this story the "falling for the mark" trope makes ed's character arc in season 1 that much tastier!!!!

ed and stede going back and forth telling their story i cant fucking wait until theyre happily together telling this story and instead of ed trying to downplay it and ruin the meet-cute-iness of it they're just building on each other and being sappy and adorable

"more like i relented" one of the biggest lies i've ever heard this man say fjhkgjkfdhk

"until he completely boned it" SAY IT. FUCKING SAY IT. SOOOOO TRUE ED.

auauhghgh the beard bit......... crying

THE!!!!! QUIETEST LITTLE "thank you" OF ALL TIME. TIED MAYBE WITH ED SAYING "thank you" AFTER "i think you're very sophisticated" IN 1.05

i dont blame stede for trying to get ed to open up right after that bc that was the first bone ed's thrown stede's way since he woke up. unfortunately ed is not in the mood to talk abt his near-death experience and mermaid hallucination sequence.

LOVE anne's little gesture when she says "rabbit" and the little hip cocking

stede being like "uhhhh we could leave" during the knifeplay exhibitionism moment

i giggle every time at the way the crew is instantly like "fuck closing our eyes we're doing any fucking surprises"

ngl idgw the crew yelled abt the piñata reveal. but ok

loooove stede's half of the crew just blowing past all the screaming and tension from ed's half. jim screams "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!" abt the blindfold and roach is like "you won't want to stay the fuck away from this caaaake!" like roach fdhsjfgdhfjkghkj read the room?????

i love how much stede just. completely misses all of annie's flirting

ed coughing during the blunt session i love himmmmm

ok but ed's trying to be like "im totally over stede i dont even like him" and then ed reminiscing fondly with a distant smile abt the 1.06 stabbing scene

"and that was the... second time you left your wife?" underrated line

love how annie's been all quiet and seductive and then when she goes to make her move she's just like "WOUND THIS" and aggressively sits in stede's lap

also ok. "they're gonna be so jealous" is that annie talking abt ed and mary or is that annie using they/them pronouns for mary.

BUTTONS JUMPSCARE

also i love how they have that one medusa painting just. in their kitchen. im obsessed with the interior decor of this lesbian antique store that annie and mary live in

the way she's so touched by the poisoning attempt hjfgfjksghskjhgjkh

buttons being like "aahhhhhh do i give her... this bowl......????" fhjkghkfsjhk

"yeah, babe" TEALORANGES WIN

im honestly sad izzy's pathetic wet beast moment only really went for like three tiny scenes in one episode bc this shit was so funny to me. crawling away saying "you're born alone you die alone" over and over again. sir what are you even doing.

god buttons in this episode is so fucking funny bc i keep forgetting he's there. also why is he even there. like was he even invited to dinner or did he just sit down and annie and mary were like "oh ok i uh. guess we'll go make another plate??"

ed's face after buttons says the bit abt "i can tell this rabbit was intelligent" is soooo funny why is he so fucking pissed fdhsjkgyjdfkghjk

NO WAIT HE'S PISSED BC THAT WAS HIS FRIEND. THAT WAS HIS FRIEND THE WOLF HE WAS TELLING HIS SECRETS. NOW IM KINDA SAD :(:(:(

stede talking abt the sea when what he's actually talking abt is ed part 2 electric boogaloo

ed very calmly. standing up. and smashing the chair. im obsessed with him.

stede bonnet stupid dumbass moments

IMPROMPTU BLANKET FORT TIME

ed's voice is so quiet at the start of this scene he's not even yelling at stede until stede says "it's not fair" ohhhhhh my babygirl is so fucking sad........

"you ditching me without a note or anything" ed's literacy confirmed

"expecting me to just melt back into your arms" eddie my man. stede has not given literally any indication that he expected this at all. you are telling on yourself fhdjskghfkjshd

this scene is so fucking good i barely have anything to say abt it. just. u can rlly tell david jenkins wrote this ep himself lolll

"i was all in, mate. i was all in." IM SOBBING

oh nooooo i forgot that ed's line delivery of "im sorry my horrible naked chin disgusts you so much" isnt actually as sarcastic as the words itself make it seem. like it feels like ed wanted to say that all angrily and bitter but instead he just sounds sadddddd

ok ok but the way stede says "i love your chin naked or otherwise" and then after a pause (during which ed is keeping INCREDIBLY still bc u know otherwise he's just gonna burst into tearssss) stede whispers "ed" and ed is immediately like "don't" and then. stede going in for the "i love you" but like the way he's so slow with it?? he's literally like "i. love." and idk if it's bc he's trying to make this as clear as possible or if he's giving ed enough time to cut him off if he doesn't want to hear it

and ed DOES he DOES cut him off with "you don't get to say that to me" and he like. keeps glancing at stede out of the corner of his eye but not quite looking at him directly bc he knowwwwws it's like staring into the sun baby and ed knows if he looks at stede's face it's literally all over.

but also ed's face after stede pivots to "i love everything about you" he's SO pissed. he quietly groans and rolls his eyes bc this bitch. finding stupid loopholes to not being allowed to say "i love you." fuck this guy ed hates him so fucking much (lying)

oooooh when stede says "you don't have to say it back to me" ed's mouth opens and closes a bit before "not about to" bc this man is trying. SO hard not to cry (so am i but it's not working sorry there are tears on my face right now)

idk idk idk smthng abt "it's nice. feels good." makes me hurt so fucking bad bc the entire time since ed's woken up stede's been getting headbutted and snarked at passive-aggressively but stede's still like "i love being near you it makes me happy :)" brb i need. a fucking moment.

honestly tho how did annie and mary even overhear that bit bc they were on the other side of the room and stede was whispering SO quietly. opposite of when ppl in this show dont hear things despite the things being said like two feet away from them (1.03 geraldo and jackie talking abt how blackbeard was looking for stede, 2.01 zheng saying the indigo was worth way more than she spent on it)

LOVE how anne being like "stede likes the ladies" is how ed figures out "ohhhh wait ok theyre just fucking with us, got it" bc this guy??? liking women????? lmao

this also HAS to be why he gets over mary like his brain mustve gone "wait hang on why the fuck would he go back to her he doesn't even like women. guess maybe he really did panic huh" hdjksghfckghkjsh

obsessed with these TINY tiny details abt the ed/jack/annie/mary polycule dynamics we're given. ed would've expected as much from annie bc she's a fucking psycho. mary apparently used to not be like this. im putting the pieces together im connecting the dots.

ed and stede's knowing smug looks at each other. im obsessed.

annie being rlly sensitive to the word "bitch" im considering that more hints abt the polycule backstory

yayy fanny newspaper

"really? i mean she stabbed you, you poisoned her, and then she jumped on my face" stede this is all part of their very elaborate and deeply toxic sex life ok stop kinkshaming them

~~~

curious if ed and stede are too distracted by mary spelling out their worst fears to comment on all the smoke coming into the room

"everything must go" like a fucking clearance sale. this is such a silly line. this is a silly show. i love it here.

WHY DONT THEY MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE HERE THO

wait are they crying while they hug??? bro these girls are so fucking messy i love them

ed saying "see you guys" before he leaves them in their burning house. i would die for him

ok team arts and craft time while making a prosthetic for izzy. obsessed with how the b plot of this episode is literally "the crew struggles to get along but they eventually set aside their differences and work together when they realize there's someone even more cringe and pathetic than any of them"

"YOU ARE!!! HARASSING A CRIPPLE!!!!!!" is suchhhh a funny line im sorry im gonna miss izzy at his lowest fhsjkhjksf. literally they just knocked on the door my dude calm downnnn

obsessed with izzy being genuinelly touched and expressing it by saying "fucking cocksuckers." this man is allergic to having feelings.

stede and ed painfully talking over each other bc everything is awkward and difficult. i love them.

ed's face when stede offers to let ed stay. his very quiet "yis." the way he says "might be nice" and then VERY QUICKLY looks away

stede yelling GREAT at the top of his lungs fhdsjkguydfgfjkhl

i love when these guys try to play it cool bc theyre so fucking bad at it hgdfgvjfxdkgjjdkkgjhfdkh

stede bonnet dumb idiot moron moments

ed staring off lovinglyyyyyy

buttons jumpscare

also is that fucking sage. are we doing cultural appropriation here

buttons saying "Earth Wind and Fire i wanna go higher" hfjkhgfdjkhgjkh

i love how ed. does not question this "fuck yeah, brother. fly."

ed teach lovesick fool moments

i love how happy ed sounds telling stede abt buttons he sounds like his old goofy self for the first time all season.... im gonna cry

also i like how the crew adopts izzy as their new creature. 10/10

post credits scene is annie and mary at dinner with buttons. i guess it's after stede goes to comfort ed but before they go eavesdrop on that convo.

buttons enjoying his last meal as a human. and also he's like "there's too much fucking on that ship i need to get away from it all." and his way of doing this is becoming a bird. love that.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #anne bonny #mary read #izzy hands #gentlebeard #s2e04 #txt #mine #og #ofmds2rwwiptjdmtaors

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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Remember the "demon bros wet the bed while you're in it" headcanons? I'm interested in a little twist on that. How would the demon bros each react if you wet the bed while they're in it... On purpose?

Reader wets the bed with the demon bros in it

MINORS DNI

mm brain full with this ask, and piss being used as a social hierarchy thing in demon culture.. So that’s gonna influence how I answer this lol

Lucifer

I have to imagine that he’s awake when you do this

(because to me hes such a heavy sleeper once he finally passes out)

He’s entranced

His pupils are wide and he’s staring so hard

He tries to wake you up, but only after you’ve finished

So bad at hiding how aroused he is

You either have to pick up on his very apparent horny state and initiate something, or poke at him until he breaks

He’s a little embarrassed by how hot he found it

But not enough to pass up on the chance for you to get him off

Mammon

He gets awoken immediately

And he’s so excited and delighted!!

Cue purring and cuddling, and him wetting himself too

He’ll argue that the bed was wet anyways! It doesn’t matter that he pissed himself too, because you were going to have to change the sheets anyways

He loves the feeling of your piss soaking and spreading along the sheets

He absolutely wants you to fuck him in the dirty sheets before you do anything else

After cumming he still wants to lay in the sheets for as long as possible lol

He’s sooo not subtle about trying to get you to drink water before bed on the nights following

Levi

SO turned on and SO freaked out

Because he woke up and first thought it was him wetting the bed, and then he couldn’t shake that anxiety 💀

He has no idea what to do except stare and very slowly start to touch himself

Please wake up, because he is too nervous to get you up by himself

You can very easily get him to admit how turned on he is, because he’s so relieved it wasnt him wetting the bed (at least, not yet >:))

He really likes if you praise him for being so cute getting turned on by something like this

He’s very subby, and wants to be touched immediately

Don’t tease him though, he’ll get whiny

Satan

Very pleased and mildly taken off guard

He’s also big on staring

He’ll patiently wait until you’re done before waking you up

And then he can’t keep his hands off you

He’ll lament a bit about how he’s sad that you didn’t piss inside of him instead

But he’s obviously not that upset lol

I’m not sure if he’s super into getting fucked on the wet sheets or not

If not, he’ll want you to fuck him in the bathtub

He wants you to fuck him until you fuck the piss out of him too!

Very sedated, touchy, and ready for more cuddling and sleeping afterwards

Asmo

He wakes up and has a single second where he’s furious that his beauty sleep has been disturbed

But then he immediately loves the sensation

I feel like he’s someone who has silk (or at the very least, very soft fabric) pajamas, and he loves the feeling of your warm piss wetting them

He’ll wake you up by reaching out and dipping his fingers under your waistband so his fingers get soaked by your stream

He wants you up and getting him off ASAP!!!

He wants you to do as you please to him.. And dirty him more >:)

After he gets off though, he’s right the fuck back to sleep.

Beel

Ooo he loves the feeling and is immediately snuggling up to you, hoping that you get him wet too

He’ll start humping you subconsiously, so aroused and his brain so muddled with sleep that he barely registers what he’s doing.

He’s not afraid to wake you up

Will so easily beg for your touch

Oh but he wants to put his mouth on you so bad

Please let him suck you off and/or eat you out

Actually he can’t decide what he wants more (to touch or to be touched)

So you’ll have to guide him through it, you know best after all

Belphie

Whether he wakes up or not is debatable

If he does wake up, he subconsciously reaches out to touch you

Totally moans at the feeling of the warm, wet spot forming on the fabric of your sleep clothes

He’ll tug on your shirt until you wake up

You might need to be a bit dominant with him, but he’s already really subby and eager

He won’t hesitate to beg for you if that’s what you want

Just please touch him and give him your attention

In the morning he’ll deny everything except the fact that he loved you wetting the bed. He’s very open about that hehe

#p/iss #brainrot #spice #cw dumbification #just a bit tho.. tagging anyways #cw somnophilia

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pankowperfection · 11 months

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Hey I wanted to request an idea I had!

(For some reason lol rafe and jj are in the same house hold)

So you’re walking through the house to go get some water and jjs door is slightly open, you peek inside and see him jerking off, and then as you go to turn around back to your room rafe come up behind you with his hand over your mouth and tells jj that you were spying on him. And then they both fuck you.

Peeping Tom

Okay this idea was stupid hot, so thank you so so much for requesting. Hope you love it.

The party had finally winded down, only a few stragglers left in the Chateau. You stumble your way to the fridge for a bottle of water, sighing in relief as you press the cool plastic to your overheated skin. A night filled with drinking, smoking, and dancing had left you tired but also extremely horny.

You feel your way back through the familiar hall, planning on ducking into an empty room to help relieve the pulsing between your thighs. Just as you are passing JJ's door you hear a soft groan, effectively stopping you in your tracks. The door is open just enough for you to see inside, and what you see makes the throbbing between your legs intensify.

Apparently the party had JJ feeling the same way. He's naked from the waist down, head thrown back into the pillows as he roughly fists his cock. His motions look almost angry, his hand wrapped tightly around his length as he strokes hard and fast. You can't look away, mesmerized by his grunts and moans. A slight sheen of sweat covers his body, abs tensing as he somehow manages to pick up his pace.

Your body can't wait for your own release any longer, forcing you to turn away from the show and start to head back to your room. Just as you reach the door someone grabs you from behind, wrapping a hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming. Your heartbeat skyrockets, wondering if JJ had caught you watching and decided to come finish the job. The smell of expensive cologne quickly tells you who's hard body you are currently pressed against, none other than Rafe Cameron.

"Is that what you pogues like to do for fun? Watch each other jerk off?"

He spins you around, pressing you into the wall and caging you in with his strong arms on either side of your body. You can't help how drawn you are to him, eyes falling to his plump lips and wondering the best way to get out of this.

"Not exactly, but I could use some help taking care of myself if you're offering."

You bat your eyelashes at him, grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt and pulling him flush against your body. He chuckles darkly, leaning down so close that your lips almost touch.

"Nah sweetheart, we're gonna go see what JJ has to say about you being a little peeping tom."

Suddenly he backs away, grabbing onto your wrist and yanking you back down the dimly lit hall. He pounds on JJ's doorframe, not loosening his grip while waiting for the man inside to appear. Finally JJ emerges, looking annoyed at the sight of Rafe before shifting to a smirk when he sees you standing there in your crop top and shorts.

"Cameron. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Rafe scoffs, pulling you forward slightly so you're trapped between the two of them.

"Just thought you'd like to know that I caught y/n outside of your room, watching you jerk off."

"Really y/n? You were watching me?"

Two pairs of striking blue eyes land on you, waiting eagerly for your response.

"I'm sorry J, truly. I was just feeling needy after the booze and when I was walking by you moaned... I didn't mean to invade your privacy." A blush creeps up over your cheeks, embarrassed that not one but two men caught you in a moment of desperation.

JJ crosses his arms over his bare chest, muscles rippling and causing the ache between your thighs to increase once again. You press your thighs together, hoping neither of them notice as you try to get some relief.

"Well sweetheart, you didn't think you were just gonna get a free show did you? I think you need to be a taught a lesson. What do you think Rafe?"

Rafe smirks, shoving you forwards across the threshold into JJ's room.

"I agree. Bad girls need to be punished y/n. Now take off your clothes and go sit on the bed."

Excitement floods through your system, realizing you're about to experience what every girl on the island has fantasized about. Your legs carry you across the small space, turning around just in time to see Rafe shut and lock the door. You slowly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side as both men watch you closely.

Your nipples harden in the cool nighttime breeze drifting through the window, goosebumps spreading over your skin as you shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You do as Rafe commanded, sitting down on the bed and waiting for your next instruction while arousal hums through your veins.

JJ moves forward first, dropping to his knees between your feet and forcing your legs apart. "She's soaked already man, and we didn't even touch her yet. Come look." He turns his head over his shoulder, beckoning Rafe forward as he brings his attention back to you, teasing a ringed finger through your folds before popping it into his mouth.

Rafe quickly takes his place, leaning down to blow a cool breath across your sensitive bud. Your body trembles from the sensation, a low moan escaping from your lips as you lean back on your elbows to watch. He licks one agonizingly slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, your back arching off the bed at the pleasure.

"Shhh sweetheart. Wouldn't want anyone to hear how big of a whore you are for us right?" Rafe mocks, pushing to his feet before starting to undo his zipper. JJ follows his lead, slipping his shorts down his tan legs and palming himself through his boxers. Drool pools below your tongue at the erotic sight before you, both of them obviously huge and aching just for you.

"Get on your hands and knees y/n, now." JJ commands, stalking closer to the bed and landing a sharp smack to your ass as you scramble into position. You feel the bed dip behind you, excitement at taking them both swirling through your system as Rafe invades the space in front of you.

"Remember, this isn't for you."

He forcefully grabs your cheeks, forcing you mouth open and shoving his thick cock all the way to the back of your throat. You struggle with his size, trying your best not to gag as tears start to stream down your face. He wastes no time, pulling you hair into a makeshift ponytail to use for leverage, dragging your mouth back and forth over his length.

Spit drips down your chin onto the bed, the wet sucking sounds echoing around the small space. You do your best to keep up with Rafe's brutal pace, massaging his shaft with your tongue while he uses you for his pleasure.

"Fuck, her mouth feels like heaven. Such a good little slut, aren't you y/n?"

You do your best to respond, humming to let them know you were happy to be anything they wanted.

Just when you start to wonder what JJ is doing you feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans over your back. The metal of his rings digs into your hip while he drags the tip of his cock through your slit, your moan making Rafe jerk on your tongue.

When he presses inside your back arches, toes curling as your first orgasm of the night rips through you. Your body so desperate for release that you can't stop the coil from snapping. The feeling of you moaning around him sends Rafe over the edge, his hot cum coating the back of your throat. He's still rock hard, dark glint in his eyes as he gives your abused mouth a break, moving to the edge of the bed to watch JJ fuck you.

"Better hold on tight princess, I won't hold back."

That's all the warning JJ gives before pulling out slowly then slamming back in. You crumple forward, gripping tightly onto the sheets as he pounds you deeper than any guy ever has. Each push and pull makes your legs tremble, incoherent pleas and moans spilling from your lips as your system overloads on pleasure.

Rafe suddenly returns, taking a seat beside you before sneaking a hand under your body. He quickly finds your clit, rubbing soft circles that have you crying out bother their names for mercy.

"Come on y/n, better be a good girl and make JJ cum, yeah?"

You nod eagerly, too drunk on the feeling of JJ inside you to respond. Suddenly JJ grabs onto the back of your neck, sharply pulling you up until your back rests against his front. His hand finds its way around your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know he's in control.

"Let go princess, wanna feel you soak me." One more thrust and you do as he commands, falling apart with a scream while Rafe continues to rub your clit. You barely sense JJ pull out, his sticky cum coating your back. All three of you collapse onto the small bed, quickly falling asleep tangled beneath the covers.

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mcu-coworkers · 2 years

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Lovers and friends

Summary: From friends to lovers all thanks to Obi-wan ;)

Parings: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Word count:3,594

A/n:Thought of this one out of the blue last night while watching clone wars and I had to get it down before it left my mind! Fair warning I will be spam posting fics very soon so you might see a lot of me unlike this past week lol! Thank you guys for reading hope you like it!xx

(not my gif :))

Anakin Masterlist

To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life.

Anakin had asked you to meet him in his room because he had something very ‘Important’ to tell you that he’d been hiding for quite some time.

Your heart jumped as soon as he said those words.

He was your bestfriend and you don't know when it happened but you began to see him as more.

Scared of what your feelings would do, you kept them hidden in fear of rejection.

This was almost 4 years ago and now you were on your way to his room too scared to allow yourself to hope he was actually going to confess he felt the same.

Standing in front of his door you fixed yourself a little before knocking.

“Hey there babycakes come in, quick.” he said, pulling you in and shutting the door.

The stupid nicknames he gave you never failed to make you smile.

“So what is it that you’ve been hiding from me for months? I'm insulted by the way.” you said jokingly really your heart was pounding.

“ I‘ll tell you but swear to me you wont tell a soul.” he said in a serious tone.

Dropping your smile you looked at him and took his hand, “Ani when have I ever betrayed you.” you said looking into his eyes.

Smiling at you once more he felt relieved, “Well, I know it's not allowed by the Jedi order to have attachments but,” he paused and your heart was about to burst in happiness, this was it.

“Padme and I , we’re together now, we have been for some months actually.” he finished smiling, watching you for any signs of a reaction.

You stayed still as you felt your heart break into a million pieces, if you hadn't known how to hide your feelings so well you might have lost it then and there.

“Y/n? Say something please?” he asked after a while.

“ I uh I don't know what to say,” you paused trying to put on your best front for him.

“Aren't you at least happy for us?” he asked, worried you’d turn against him.

Us. And there it was the missing piece to the blade he’d stabbed into your heart.

It wasn't Anakin and y/n ‘Us’, it was Padme and Anakin ‘Us.’

You felt extremely sick and needed to get out of there and far away from him.

“Of course, your happiness makes me happy Anakin, don't worry your secret's safe with me.” you said pulling your hands away from him and bee lining it for the door.

“Where are you going? It's Friday, Breakfast at Barbs?” he asked as he tried to take your hand once more but you quickly dodged it.

“Gonna need a rain check, Yoda asked to see me before coming here. Bye Anakin.” you said quickly before walking out.

Saddened by your rejection of your tradition Anakin let you go not knowing what to do with himself, you never rainchecked him.

As soon as you were out of sight you ran, hand covering your mouth to hold in your sobs until you reached your room where you were finally able to let it all out.

For the rest of the day Anakin hoped to ‘bump’ into you and talk but to no avail he found you nowhere.

He wouldn't have either way, you spent the rest of the day trying to piece your heart back together as best you could before you had to come out of your room.

Deciding to do some meditation you allowed the light to embrace you feeling its warmth and just for a second you forgot about the day you thought would be one of the best but actually turned out to be the worst.

Sighing, you opened your eyes.

It was no use it all came back as soon as you opened your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door.

“Y/n it's me, Obi-wan.” Obi-wan said quickly you relax.

Opening the door you hoped your puffy face didn't give anything away.

Taking in your sad features his heart went out to you.

“Good evening master, how can I help you?” you said making him smile, even in your lowest moments you were still respectful.

“ I just wanted to check on you, something strange happened today and it worried me.” he said nodding, asking if he could come in.

Stepping aside you let him in, “Is everything alright Master?” you asked worriedly. Missing a day sometimes meant a lot more than expected.

“Not to worry Y/n, the council is fine, it's Anakin I ‘m worried about.” he said as he took a seat out on your balcony he wanted you to get some fresh air.

“Anakin?” you asked confused.

“He asked me if I‘d seen you today, usually you two are attached by the hip. Is there something going on?” he asked with concern evident on his face.

Sighing you looked down, “Just didn't feel like myself is all, I ‘ll be back tomorrow master.” you said.

“Y/n, I came here as a friend not a master, what did he do?” he asked and finally your character broke.

“It’s me Obi, it’s my fault I fell for him and I can't pull myself back up anymore.” you said burying your face in your hands.

“ I know Y/n, I‘ve always known.” he said smiling softly, he had always imagined you and Anakin ending up together.

He saw the way you looked at him, but the way he looked at you was even more intense so when he saw your sadness he was confused.

“Well, he doesn't feel the same way he made it very clear today.” you said looking down at your hands.

Sighing Obi-wan wanted to know more but decided he had already pushed you enough.

“Well, if I can help you feel better in any way you let me know, I want to help you Y/n, you may not be my Padawan but you are my friend.” he said as he took your hand.

Holding onto his hand you looked him in the eyes and hoped he’d agree, “ Keep him busy and away from me, please?” you saw hesitation in his eyes.

“At Least until I can overcome this, have my back?” you asked again.

Finally he agreed, he didn't know how he’d get his stubborn Padawan to listen but he’d try for you.

“ I will do my best, Y/n but please do come to me if you need a shoulder to lean on. I am always here.” he said smiling at you one last time before leaving your room.

His words brought you a bit of peace and hope that tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, all you had to do was get through the day.

Anakin woke up bright and early hoping he could sneak you away for the day and spend time together since he missed you yesterday.

Just as he was about to head in your direction he stopped, “Anakin there you are, walk with me.” Obi-wan said, walking in the opposite direction.

Sighing, Anakin stood in place, “Um master, actually I was hoping I could find Y/n?” he said hoping he’d give him a break.

“No need Anakin, she's gone.” Obi-wan said as he continued to walk knowing Anakin was now following him.

“G-gone? Where did she go? Is she alright we need to go get her.” he said immediately walking towards the landing bay worried about your wellbeing.

Smiling Obi-wan chuckled, how could he not realize his feelings?

“It's alright Anakin she’s fine and on a mission with Plo Koon they won't be back anytime soon.” he said as he watched Anakin's face shift from worry to disappointment.

“Oh, well alright, any date of return?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Maybe a week or so depends on how the mission proceeds.” Obi-wan said as he began to walk again.

Anakin felt a pit in his stomach, a week? You’d never been apart for that long before it was already driving him insane.

“Everything alright Anakin?” Obi-wan asked as he watched him begin to fidget with his cloak.

“Yes, Master it's just we were supposed to go to Barbs yesterday but we didn't and I thought we would do that today is all I ‘m sure everythings fine.” he said with a small smile.

Obi-wan felt terrible for keeping him away from you, but if it's what you wanted, he’d try.

Over the course of the week Anakin sent you messages to which you replied with one worded answers, occasionally two.

He began seeing Padme less and less and when he did all he did was talk about how you’d become so distant.

He spent more time sulking in the temple zoning out on your empty seat during mission briefings and meditations with the council.

He missed his silly best friend that never hesitated to make him smile, up until this point you hadn't answered not one of his calls.

He missed your voice.

The way you’d smile at his side comments during briefings, how you got excited for him everytime he was in the good graces of the council.

Overall, he missed the way you understood him, everyone saw him as an arrogant asshole who got privileges because he was brought in as the ‘chosen one.’

But not you, you saw him as Anakin and he loved you for it.

Suddenly he froze, he hadn't ever dared to have said it outloud.

Afraid of rejection and losing you all together he hid his feelings and tried to fall for Padme, she was beautiful, kind and had endless good qualities.

And for a second he thought it could work.

Now he didn't know so much, all he knew was that he needed you back by his side. He was losing his mind.

Deciding to see if his master had any good news for him he went to the briefing room where the council had been speaking to Plo Koon and possibly you.

Walking in he searched for his master but was quickly distracted when his eyes met your hologram figure.

“Y/n!” he said, excited he finally got to see you.

You looked beautiful and he knew the hologram didn't do your beauty any justice.

Looking over your shoulder you turned around and smiled, “Hey Skywalker, glad you could join us.” you said honestly.

Even though you’d asked for space you still missed him, it was nice to see him happy.

For a second you thought, He was happy because of Padme not you.

Cringing at the thought you turned back around and continued listening to Master Koon.

Just as the meeting was about to end you gave Anakin one last glance as you ended the call quickly before he could get another word in.

Sighing Anakin felt defeated, he wished he had more time.

“Everything alright Anakin?” Obi-wan asked, secretly he hoped he’d finally confess his feelings and you too would finally get together but for now he’d just do his part.

“Yes, Master she looks to be doing great.” he said, she looks even more beautiful he thought to himself.

God did he long for her touch.

“ I‘d hope so, they delivered good news, they are on the way back now they should be back soon.” Obi-wan said, smiling as his dear friend pirked up and smiled again.

“Really? Well that's wonderful, Barbs is waiting for us.” he said excitedly finally he was getting you back.

That night Padme called him and to no avail the conversation almost instantly turned about you annoying her once more.

“Ani, is there ever anything else you want to talk about?” she asked over this conversation.

“What? No, she's my best friend and I haven't seen her in a long time.” he said defensively.

“You haven't seen me for even longer, don't you miss me too?” she asked, starting to sound annoyed.

“Of course I do, but Obi-wans been keeping me busy and Y/n has actually been away and we haven't spoken. I miss my best friend.” he admitted.

“You are unbelievable Anakin, I'm your girlfriend! Treat me like it for once.” she exclaimed.

“Padme-” he began but before he got further she cut him off.

“I've had enough Anakin, I don't know what changed but you need to make a choice. Me or her.” Padme demanded.

“Tomorrow if you don't meet me at my place for dinner then I ‘ll know.” she said before she hung up.

Sighing, Anakin laid in his bed and contemplated how he got to this point.

He sent out one last text before getting ready for bed.

Anicakes: Goodnight babycakes, hope I wake up to that pretty smile tomorrow :)

Just as he was trying to get comfortable he heard a notification ding causing him to almost jump out of bed.

Babycakes: In your dreams Skywalker, Goodnight ;)

Smiling, he laid back on his bed and read the message over and over again, finally.

That night Anakin felt like he got the best sleep of his life after finally feeling like he had some part of you back.

Waking up he got ready as fast as he could and made sure he looked his best before you.

Padme's words did cross his mind for a split second before he walked out the door and on his way to find you.

Turning a corner Anakin froze in place when he saw you speaking to Master windu.

Smiling widely he noticed you were sunkissed and radiant all over, just beautiful.

As he was preparing to beeline his way towards you he was interrupted by his Master.

Frowning in confusion he turned to Obi-wan, “Anakin you are up early today, looks like we have time for some training, with me.” he said, beginning to walk away.

Internally cursing himself Anakin followed behind his Master looking back one last time to meet eyes with you.

Sending him a small smile you waved before you were pulled into the other direction with the rest of the council.

The small action made Anakin smile and encouraged him to wait a little longer.

After training with Obi-wan he was told there would be a debriefing on your mission so that's where he headed to next.

Looking through the numerous heads he finally found you in the crowd and smiled.

“Y/n!” he said loudly, making the entire room turn towards him and then you.

Smiling you were happy to see him, your chest still felt that painful sensation every time you got the reminder of him and Padme.

“Hey there Skywalker ooph-” you said as he practically took the air out of you when he picked you up.

You had missed his hugs so much.

Resting your head on his shoulder you smiled, the familiar warmth bringing butterflies to your stomach.

“God I missed you, babycakes don't ever leave for that long again.” he said, taking in that familiar scent whilst your touch brought chills down his spine.

Before you could answer Plo Koon began the debriefing so you went to stand behind him as you’d been chosen to join him.

Usually you would sit beside Anakin and listen to his little jokes but you still needed space.

You could feel his stare on you as you tried to focus on Plo Koon but god did he make it hard.

Thankfully it was over and you went over to speak with Obi-wan.

“Master Kenobi, would you have a moment to speak in private please?” you asked quickly before Anakin could interject.

“Of course we can speak freely in the meditation room.” he said looking around before pulling you away.

Anakin watched from a distance as Obi-wan rested his hand on your back and looked around before guiding you out of the room.

Glaring in his direction he decided to follow you both and find out what was going on.

As he followed you he began to notice Obi-wan's strange behavior when it came to you.

Not allowing Anakin to speak to you, pulling him to do stupid tasks when your were around, and now taking you to the meditation room?

He couldn't believe it, his master and his girl.

The doors closed and you were both out of his sight which angered Anakin even more.

Deciding he’d had enough Anakin stormed off and decided he’d wait for you in your room until you got back.

He needed to hear it from you first if you and Obi-wan were truly seeing each other.

It felt like hours had gone by and the sun started to set by the time you finally got back to your room.

After your conversation with Obi-wan you were pulled away by the council to be congratulated on a successful mission.

Usually you heard about these through Anakin so experiencing it first hand you couldn't be happier to be recognized by the council.

Walking back to your room you actually felt happy for once since last week.

That was until you found a moody Anakin in your room.

Quickly he used the force to close the door and lock it making you jump away from it.

“Have you been ditching me for Obi-wan? Is there something I should know, Y/n.” he said standing from your bed.

“What? Anakin Obi-wan is a member of the council and your master why would-” you tried to argue but he quickly cut you off.

“Cut the bullshit, I saw him take you away and to the meditation room. What were you two doing?” he said, standing very close to you.

Confused, you suddenly realized, “Were you following us?” you asked, slightly surprised by his actions.

If you didn't know any better you’d think he was jealous.

“Stop avoiding my question and answer me y/n what were you two doing in there?” he asked in a demanding tone.

Your hands began to shake, how were you supposed to tell him you were in there trying to piece your heart back together after he broke all the pieces.

“Do you, do you love him? Is that why?” Anakin asked in a whisper scared of what the truth could bring.

“He’s not the one I love Anakin.” you whispered, closing your eyes as you looked down avoiding his gaze as best as you could.

“Then who? Tell me you know you can talk to me.” he said, feeling his heart begin to break apart.

You loved someone.

“No Anakin actually I can't, I can’t talk to you because your with Padme and I ‘m stuck as the best friend whos hopelessly in love with you.” you finally yelled out.

“And I‘m trying, I‘m trying to get over this. I asked Obi-wan for help, that's all but you wont even let me do that.” you said walking away from him.

He froze in place taking in what you just said. You loved him.

The longer he stayed quiet the longer you’d felt you ruined what was left of your friendship.

“You should go.” you said as you played with the random objects on your desk trying to hold in the tears that threatened to fall at his rejection.

“No.” Was all he said before he turned you around and kissed you.

Anakin was kissing you.

Pulling away you looked up at him almost as if you had to make sure this was real.

“ I‘m sorry I‘m an idiot.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“But Padme.” you said, still a little stunned.

“We broke up.” was all he said, it was well past that dinner time but even then Anakin never had a choice to make, it was always you.

“ I‘m sorry.” You said, feeling terrible.

“Don't be she saw my feelings for you before I did, she just helped me make that last jump.” he said smiling, even now you were still worried for others.

Caressing your face he pulled you in for another kiss and this time you didn't pull away.

You allowed yourself to fall into Anakin completely and hopelessly at his mercy.

Pulling away he chuckled, “You know I came here with the full intention of kicking my masters ass if he walked in here with you, this is a much better outcome though.” he said holding you tightly.

You laughed, “As entertaining as that might have been, I like this outcome too.” you said, smiling up at him.

“Let's go to bed, babycakes, tomorrow morning we’ll go to Barbs. She probably thinks we’ve gone missing or something.” he said as he pulled you to your bed.

Fixing himself to lay on your chest he held onto you tightly, “Goodnight Ani, I love you.” you whispered gently massaging the back of his neck.

Smiling to himself he never thought his heart could feel more full, “Say it again.” he said in his little demanding tone.

“ I love you.” you repeated grinning.

“Again.” he said once more, holding you even tighter than before.

“Ani you're squishing me!” you said giggling.

“That doesn't sound like an ‘ I love you’ to me.” he said smiling, running his hands up your sides knowing you were ticklish.

“ I l-love you Anikin!” You said squirming not being able to control your laughter.

“And I love you babycakes.” he whispered as he leaned in, kissing you once more before you both actually went to bed.

Anakin was happier than ever, now he had his friend and his lover all in one.

Meanwhile, Obi-wan smiled at himself as he sensed his Padawans happiness through the force.

He knew that meditation room tactic would get him going.

“Another happy ending.” he said as he decided it was time for him to call it a night too.

Anakin Masterlist

#Anakin Skywalker #obi wan and anakin #Anakin #Sith Anakin #clone wars anakin #Revenge of the Sith #anakin needs a hug #anakin x reader #anakin x yn #hayden christensen #Darth Vader

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pengouiz · 5 months

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We Won't Work in the End, even so, I Keep Hoping Pt. 1

wedding planner!heeseung x fem!reader

content: 1.5k words, angst, hyunjin is reader's fiancé, reader gets married too quick lol, like one cuss word, hyunjin's mom is a bitch, heeseung is kinda a flirt, thats pretty much it

a/n: omg first rodeo kind of nervous guys🫣 pt.2 will be out some time idk

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ house of cards - bts ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Pt. 2

You shut the door as you let out a heavy sigh. You curse yourself for being so irrational. Hyunjin is a great boyfriend. However, you did not expect to be engaged after three months of dating.

You had just gotten home that day after getting a promotion at work. Hyunjin grinned at you as you walked in through the door. He had made you guys dinner that night, and he rarely does that. Everything that day had been going your way.

“Thank you baby, the food tastes amazing.” you say before stuffing your mouth once again. You guys were nearly finished eating, that was until Hyunjin got up from his seat.

“Y/n you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met” He says as he gets on one knee, pulling a box out of his pocket, “You make me happier than I could ever describe in words and I wanna take this step with you. Will you marry me y/n?”

And that's how you ended up here, dress fitting with hyunjin’s mom.

“Hurry up y/n! there's still more to go through”

You look at yourself in the mirror, brows furrowed as you analyze the way the dress fits your body and fills the spacious fitting room. it's too tight, making it difficult to breathe. You’ve lost count of how many dresses you’ve tried on.

You unlock the fitting room door and make eye contact with hyunjin’s mom. She's always had an opinion on your guy’s relationship, never believing any girl was good enough for her son. You try to be accepting of her judgmental personality, after all, she's gonna be your mother in law.

“It's too tight and I hate how long it is.” you say in an exhausted tone.

“Oh but y/n, it's perfect! Plus, it's only for one day and I'm sure hyunjin will love it.” she challenges

“I appreciate you helping…” you pause, contemplating on whether you should say what you're about to say, “but this is my wedding so why should it matter if you like the dress?”

“Of course it should matter! I’m the only one who knows what's best for him” she says condescendingly.

You scoffed, going back into the fitting room to remove the dress. You put on your hoodie and sweatpants, feeling relieved to be back in comfortable clothing. You check the time, it's almost time to meet with your wedding planner.

“We can finish this tomorrow, I have to meet with the wedding planner” you say, walking past Hyunjin’s mom.

“The least you can do is pick a dress. I knew you weren’t good enough to marry my son.” you decide to ignore her irritating tone and begin walking to your car, being too tired to argue and knowing Hyunjin would take her side, he always did.

—

You arrive at the cafe, scanning the tables in an attempt to find your planner. You spot a guy, typing on his laptop, taking a break to drink his coffee. You walk up to him, hoping you read him right.

“Hi are you a wedding planner by any chance?” your voice quiet as you scramble for your phone, trying to find his name “Lee Heeseung?”

“Yeah I am, im guessing you must be y/n” he answers as he pushes his glasses up

“Yes! Yes, that’s me” You put your hand out to shake his. He grabs your hand and gives it a firm shake. You smile as you wait for him to pull his hand away but he keeps his eyes on you. You clear your throat and he finally lets go.

“Sorry” he mumbles, “We should get started”

—

You and Heeseung talk until it’s dark outside. You discuss the budget and the venue for the wedding, along with getting to know each other. You look around the cafe, realizing the staff is cleaning up and getting ready to close.

“It’s getting pretty late. Could we finish this tomorrow?” you ask as you stand up.

He smiles at you, “Tomorrow works for me.” shutting off his laptop and stuffing it in his bag.

You walk out of the cafe with heeseung and walk towards your car. You see heeseung begin to walk and for a moment you wonder if you should offer him a ride.

“Hey um would you want to ride with me? I mean you know, I could take you home. It's the least I can do since you're planning my wedding?” you ask, unsure of why you're hoping he takes you up on your offer.

“If you really don't mind, I would love to” He smiles at you

He gets into the passenger seat of your car and you start driving. It’s quiet, both of you enjoying the view of the city and the comfort of night. You want to say something, desperate to start a conversation with him. Luckily for you, he speaks up first.

“What made you want to get married?” Curiosity laced his voice as he glanced over to you, watching you come up with an answer.

“I wish I could tell you a happy reason, like I fell in love with him or I believed he was my soulmate.” you say, gripping the wheel tighter, “But no, I said yes because I had just been in a good mood. That's it, that's the reason. And I’m not even sure it's what I want anymore” you sigh, feeling relieved to say that.

You both stay quiet for what feels like forever, the tension of your outburst lingering in the car. Heeseung doesn’t know how to comfort you, especially since you just met 5 hours ago.

“I’m sorry, today’s been chaotic. I didn’t mean to dump that on you” you say, hoping you didn’t scare off your wedding planner.

“No worries. You’d be surprised how many couples I meet that definitely aren't ready for…” He trails off, realizing what he said. “S-sorry I didn’t mean you and hyunjin I’m sure you guys-”

You cut him off, “No it's okay, you're right. Hyunjin is so caring and he’s great but it’s all too much, too soon. I mean come on, his own mother doesn't like me. He always hears her out, always takes her side, but what about me?” You don't realize how loud you're yelling or how your voice begins to break. You blink back tears, looking everywhere but Heeseung, too embarrassed to look at him.

You park your car in front of his apartment, upset at the fact that you wasted that entire car ride whining about a marriage you agreed to. Heeseung thanks you for the ride but before he closes the car door, he says something that warms your heart.

“Marriage isn't always easy y/n. I’m here to help you, we’ll get through this together. It’ll be okay, even if your soon to be mother-in-law is a bitch.” you find yourself giggling at heeseung’s comment but quickly pull yourself together to say your goodbyes and start driving home.

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“Where have you been y/n? I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjin says as soon as you shut the door of your home.

“I was meeting with our wedding planner” you say as you pour yourself a glass of water, feeling your fatigue set in. “Really? Cause that's not what my mom said” Hyunjin spits back.

You put, no, you slam your cup down onto the counter. “Oh yeah? And what exactly did she say, Hyunjin? Since your mom seems to know everything.”

You look at him, your eyes piercing through him. “Why are you so tense y/n? What's your problem?” Hyunjin asks, shocked by your hostile behavior. “My problem is this!” you wave your hands in the air, “This Hyunjin, your mother is always creating problems between us and you do absolutely nothing about it.” There’s silence in return. You and Hyunjin just stare at each other, except you’re fighting tears and hyunjin looks completely unbothered?

“I don't know what you want me to do y/n. that's my mom, I can't accuse her of lying” he says monotone. By now you’re sobbing from frustration and Hyunjin’s inability to care, “I am your fiancée Hyunjin, soon to be wife! So why is it you can accuse me of lying? Why are you able to defend her all the time but you can't seem to defend me? Why is it you believe every word that comes out of her mouth?” you storm upstairs, no longer wanting to talk and explain yourself over and over again.

“Wait- y/n! Let's talk please!” He chases you but you slam the door of your shared bedroom in his face and lock it. You hear his pleas and his attempts to get you to open the door but you’ve heard enough today. “If your mom is always right, why don’t you go over to her house huh? Why don’t you go ahead and tell her about this, I’m sure she’ll pamper you like always.” you say as exhaustion consumes your body. Before your eyes close, you hear the front door downstairs slam shut and you’re not sure if you’re disappointed or angry, maybe both.

#enhypen x reader #lee heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #lee heeseung fanfic

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concreteburialplot · 11 months

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VIRALITY // 05

05 - Team Building Exercises

summary/masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.7k

cw: alcohol, vomiting, smoking (weed), sexual topics??, noah being melodramatic, jealous & protective nicholas if you squint, slow burn if you haven't figured that out yet sorry lol, 18+ MDNI

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc x noah sebastian

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

NICHOLAS

Morning light shocks me out of my sleep and I instantly shield my eyes with my forearm. “Fuck.” I mumble, rubbing my eyes with my rough palms. My body goes rigid once I realize that I’m not home, and when I feel another person resting on me, I’m completely frozen.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the light while I look around not recognizing where I am. For a brief moment, I try to remember if we had gone out last night and if I went home with someone. My suspicions are confirmed when I precariously peer down at the brunette nestled into my side with an arm around me.

My memory is a fuzzy blur of rain, snacks and fear. It comes back to me in flashes: running inside from the storm, soaked clothes, cheese doodles and… Vallie. Then it all pours in at once. The first thing I remember clearly is talking on her couch for what seemed like hours before the movie. It feels like it’s the first real conversation I’ve had with anyone in so long. It’s refreshing. I never really talk much, mainly because people don’t tend to listen. But Vallie didn’t make me feel like that, she was fully present and engaged in anything I said. It’s not much but letting me finish my sentences or asking genuine questions is more space that most allow me to take.

My eyes go wide when I process the reality of what happened – or at least what the guys would think happened.

Both relief and terror flood my chest – I’m relieved I hadn’t gone home with anyone else, but there’s an alarm that comes with that exact relief. Yesterday didn’t go at all how I imagined. My body felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my bones – it was a freezing, paralyzing heat. Last night I could’ve sworn my fingertips burned any time I was near her. I shake the paranoia from my head; it must’ve just been the stormy ambiance that fueled the buzzing across my skin any time she looked at me.

With extreme stealth, I slide out from under her, even rolling the extra blanket into a makeshift replica of my body. “Fuck.” I mutter under my breath again as I sleepily searched for my phone, I haven’t checked it at all since we escaped the rain. When I find it face down on the glass coffee table, I hesitate to pick it up, already knowing what I would find. The fear feels oddly similar to when you miss a call from a parent. Anxiety courses through me as I briefly scroll through my stacked messages.

Group chat:

Jolly: Are you stuck in traffic? Jolly: Did you drop her off yet ? Folio: Dude where the fuck are you Jolly: Are you okay? It’s pouring Folio: Are you alive lol Folio: No seriously where are you Jolly: Why does your location say you’re at some house in Beverly Hills? Jolly: Are you still with her? Folio: We’re gonna come get you if you don’t answer lmao Folio: jk Folio: Nick for real

Jolly – Separate:

Tell me you’re not dead But more importantly Please tell me you did not sleep with our new manager

Not a single one from Noah

I glance over at Vallie to check if she’s still asleep. She lets out small sleeping noises with long brunette strands shading over her face and nuzzles further onto the blanket. She looks so peaceful, and it makes me maybe it had been a while since she’s slept next to someone too. Truthfully last night was the best sleep I’d gotten in a long time, especially between touring and traveling. I barely sleep and the only time I do sleep is in the rarities of getting hotels with plush beds. The best sleep I ever get is always next to someone else. When we were younger, Noah and I would sleep next to each other often. Especially after Noah’s difficult breakup, he’d always ask me to sleep next to him, even just to ward off night terrors. Since we’ve been friends for so long, that sort of intimacy feels normal. We only had each other for so long. You really let yourself be vulnerable with someone when they’re all you got.

I already know the situation with Vallie is going to be an uphill battle with the band, but Noah is the one I’m dreading the most. I understand his frustration but my god he’s acting like a goddamn child. I hope this party will be a way to show them that she’s not the overly corporate monster they think she is.

Quickly but quietly, I tip-toe to the kitchen to read the messages and formulate cohesive responses.

Group chat – Me:

“Yeah, I’m good.”

I look at the time, it’s later than I thought. “See you at rehearsal.”

When I go to reply to Jolly, I pause, “No, it’s fine. I’ll explain later. See you at rehearsal.”

I scramble around her kitchen til I find a notepad and a pen,

“Off to rehearsal Thanks for the safety from the rain Will talk to the guys about this weekend! -N :)”

When I step into our rehearsal studio, the energy immediately shifts. I heard them joking and laughing before I came in but now, they were dead silent. “Hey guys.” I say timidly as I make my way over to my guitar. They track me and I can tell they were dissecting me – my demeanor, my disheveled appearance, the day-old outfit. All which doesn’t exactly reinforce my innocence. “What’s up?” I ask as if nothing happened. Noah burns holes into me with his glare but uttered nothing. To say he was unhappy would be an understatement, he seems furious.

Jolly clears his throat to break up the silence. “Let’s just start, shall we?”

There’s tension throughout the entire session. We were fucking up on the same songs, Jolly and I were missing cords, Nick was missing beats and Noah was forgetting lyrics. We haven’t had rehearsals like this in a long time.

Finally, we were wrapping up and they were all busy organizing their areas.

“So, um,” I clear my throat nervously, “I suggested to Vallie that we should have a get together or…something, to kinda get to know each other?” I practically wince and prepare for impact.

“Are you fucking serious?” Snaps Noah while the other two fade into the background. “You fuck our manager and now you’re all buddy buddy?”

I sigh at the accusation I’ve anticipated all day, “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Then what did you do? Since you never fucking came home.” He questions and steps towards me. The space between us feels enclosed, foreign and unnecessarily extreme.

I furrow my brows in offense, “Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” I shoot back, “It was raining too hard for me to drive, so I just crashed on her couch. That’s it. Calm down.”

He gets even closer to me, practically in my face. “You’re sleeping with the enemy and you want me to calm down?”

“Whoa, first of all, back the fuck up.” I step forward matching his intensity. “Second of all, stop being so fucking dramatic. She’s not our ‘enemy’, she’s just a fucking manager. She wants to help us.” I narrow my eyes at him, “And for the 700th time, I didn’t fucking sleep with her.”

“Okay so you want to sleep with her.” He stated like a fact.

My jaw nearly drops that he would , “No, I don’t Noah.” I close the gap between us as aggravation flowed through my veins. “Do you?”

I swear I can see fire behind his eyes and steam seep out of his ears. He balls up his fists at his sides, clearly trying to restrain himself. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him that angry before, at least not over something so trivial. He says nothing then he turns and storms off, which seems to be becoming a new hobby of his.

The room is silent for a bit before Nick perks up with an over-enthusiastic smile, “I think a party would be great!”

The four of us, alcohol, and our manager? What could possibly go wrong,

Saturday finally comes after an excruciatingly long week of going back and forth with the other three. I at least got Nick and Jolly here. Noah barely spoke to me the rest of the week and made no promises of coming tonight, in fact it was quite the opposite, he promised not to come. He vowed to stay out all night – doing god knows what – just so he didn’t have to be here for any of the party.

It hadn’t occurred to me just how awkward a four-person party would be, especially when half the party hates the guest of honor. And so, the “party” consisted of Folio and Jolly across the kitchen from me and Vallie. They’re keeping each other company and cracking jokes while smoking a dwindling blunt. I don’t mind the separation much as Vallie and I stand next to each other talking about anything. The more I learn about her, the more I want the guys to know her too. I want to believe what she says is true, that she really does see potential in us.

I know the others don’t exactly feel the same, but we worked so hard for so long to only now start to gain any real traction, I mean… isn’t this what we’ve been working towards this whole time?

The awkward tension is beginning to gnaw at me, so I clear my throat gaining the attention of the small kitchen, “How about we play some sort of game?” I suggest and by the positive reactions in everyone’s faces, it’s evident that they too think it would be a good distraction.

I glance over at Vallie, who has a slightly nervous look to her; her smile is restrained, and her hand is fidgeting around her red solo cup. Her maroon-painted fingertip tracing the rim of her cup and her eyes are locked on some drawer across the kitchen.

“Hey,” I whisper after the guys leave the room and gently reach out to grab her arm. “It’s gonna be fine. They’re gonna like you, I promise.”

She gazes up at me with deep forest green eyes. At first, they are sweet and shy, but they soon flip to defensive. She softly pulls her arm from my grasp and straightens up, “I don’t need your reassurance.”

She makes a sharp pivot on her heels and exits the kitchen on her own then sits at the head of the table with the other two across from her. It occurs to me that every time I’ve been in a room with her, she was different. I have no idea who she really is at all – but she doesn’t know us either. With a deep inhale, I reach for the liquor and pour extra into my plastic cup and I take it with me through the doorway to the dining room.

Halfway through a game of Cards Against Humanity, Vallie was winning. And every time she won, we all took a shot. We were on our 7th and final round. We’re shooting tequila, which I can mostly handle, while the other two… not so much.

“Fuck,” Mumbles Folio behind a scrunched face of disgust at his last shot, “Jesus Val.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Didn’t expect you to be so fucking funny, what the fuck.”

She grins proudly, straightening up in her seat with a subtle victorious dance as she organizes her cards into neat little stacks, using the wooden table to flatten the edges.

They didn’t hold back or put on a show for her, they acted exactly the same as if it was the 4 of us, if anything, they were amping it up to spook her away. She handled it all like a pro; the crude jokes, the sexual innuendos, the unnecessary overly graphic description of what a bukkake is, even though she said she already knew what it was.

I don’t know if it was the fact that they were acting out or if maybe I’m outgrowing the behavior, but every fucked-up comment they said made me uncomfortable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a wasted Nick elbowing Jolly and discretely gesturing to Vallie. When I follow their focus, I find what they were drunkenly gawking at. It was exactly what I had been avoiding all night. I quickly stack the other game boxes in front of her chest to obscure their eye-line. “So, what should we play next!”

Folio snaps me a furrowed look that reminds me of toddler getting his candy taken away. Jolly too gives me a funny look as if he just figured something out then leans into Nick and whispering something that caused them to giggle like schoolgirls. I narrow my eyes at them, telepathically scolding them to cut it out.

Vallie peeks up from her organized cards, “What’s so funny?” She asks innocently with wide emerald eyes lined with dark lashes.

“Nothing they’re just drunk.” I answer for them.

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me that you’re drunk off just a couple shots?” She teases with a sly smile.

“Easy for you to say winner! You’ve been sippin’ the same drink this whole game!” Jolly’s laugh fills the cramped dining room while he leans back in his chair.

“This is my third drink for your information.” She clarifies with sass while stuffing the playing cards into their box.

“You should take a shot!” Jolly suggests, over-enthusiastically.

Before she could even answer, Folio interjects, “Without your hands.”

I feel like lasers are shooting from my eyes when I look over at his smug intoxicated expression. “You don’t have to do that V-”

“No, I’m fine.” She says contently before taking an empty shot glass and pouring it full of clear liquid.

“No really, you don’t have to.” I assure her quietly.

“Oh Nicholas,” Her own voice is tangled with alcohol, “I was in a sorority, I think I can handle a couple of men being men.” She stands up and smooths out the ribbed buttoned top that hugs her full chest and lands above her small waist. She hasn’t even bent down yet and they’re whooping and hollering like… well like college boys.

Before I could stop myself, I shoot up from my chair, “Enough!” My voice booms through the tiny dining room, more than I had ever intended. All three of them look at me, their faces mixed with shock and slight apprehension.

Unexpectedly, the front door swings wide open and slams into the wall behind it, probably leaving a dent behind. A visibly wasted Noah stumbles into the living room, leaving the door wide open behind him.

I sigh, already knowing the direction this night is about to take.

“Oh Jesus.” Groans out an already annoyed Folio, rubbing his temples, “I’m gonna need a fucking joint to deal with this.”

“Ditto.” Agrees Jolly.

“Well look who it is!” Noah slurs and flails a long-sleeved arm to gesture to the whole group. “My so-called band, who fucking left me!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes with a heavy exhale. “Noah, we didn’t fucking leave you.”

In the background, Jolly brings a metal tray of green over to Folio who quickly but precariously begins rolling green flower into a brown paper. Within seconds the roll is plucked between his index and thumb with the end sizzling red.

Between Noah stumbling around like a town drunk, the two in the corner getting stoned and Vallie witnessing everything, I suddenly feel like a single parent trying to police 4 rambunctious children.

“Yeah, you fucking did!” Noah mumbles from the kitchen facing the dining room. “You gave up on everything we fucking wanted,” He hiccups, “For money,” He says the word with utter disgust, and lazily points a hand at Vallie. “Because of her.”

I quickly glance over to her, to see if she was alright and she didn’t even hear him, she was busy leaning across the table to take the lit blunt from Folio’s hand. For some reason, the sight of them frustrates me.

Noah leans against the granite counter looking utterly depleted; dark purple circles beneath heavy bloodshot eyes, his long hair a mess from having walked through whipping wind, and his clothes covered in dirt.

“Noah, stop being so fucking dramatic.” Jolly gets up and walks past me over to him, probably knowing that I’m not good at playing the parent. “We’re just…” He looks back at Folio and Vallie who were now sitting next to each other watching the scene intently and passing the joint back and forth like it’s popcorn. “We’re just doing some… team building.”

“I’m-” He begins before covering his mouth and quickly makes his way to the sink to release the contents of his stomach into it.

A grossed out, “Ooh.” Comes from the two still sitting behind me at the table.

I glare at them then sigh and hold out my hand for the little bit that was left of the roll. Vallie stretches over the table to hand me the burning stub, I put it to my lips and inhale deeply, letting the thick smoke fill my lungs completely. I lean my head back against the door frame and exhale an opaque white cloud above me. A visceral relief spreads through my chest like spilled ink. I cough a bit as I hand it back over to the peanut gallery.

Jolly holds Noah’s long hair back while he gathers himself over the sink. “I think maybe we should get you into the bathroom.” Jolly advises sternly. I can tell that Noah doesn’t want to listen by the way he grips the counter hard until his knuckles are white, then releases in defeat. We’ve been here too many times for him for him to defy us.

“Fine.” Noah grumbles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jolly gives me a look that means it was time for me to hook Noah’s left arm around my shoulders. We make it not even 2 steps forward before Noah coughs up vomit all over himself and Jolly.

“Fuck!” Yells Jolly, practically dropping him to go wash off his shirt.

“Oh god.” Folio immediately covers his mouth after seeing the throw up and ran off to the nearest bathroom.

I decide the best course of action is to set Noah down on the tiled kitchen floor before he had the chance to ruin anything else. He’s so gone that he doesn’t even seem to notice that he was set on the floor. I run off to grab some towels from the laundry room and when I return, I stop in my tracks.

Vallie is there on the floor with him, kneeled next to him and gently wiping the vomit off his face. Noah held a giant empty neon green salad bowl in his lap to catch any future accidents.

“Oh,” She notices me in her peripheral, “Uh, I found that bowl in a cupboard,” Using her pinky to point to the navy-blue cabinets above her, “It’s the only thing I could find.”

Noah’s brown eyes are nearly black and completely glossed over, his cheeks flushed with alcohol – and thank god, because he wouldn’t let her anywhere near him if he was fully coherent.

“Do you have a water bottle?” She asks in a sickeningly sweet tone. “And maybe bread?”

“Uh- Yeah, yeah, of course.” I strategically step over his lanky legs to the fridge to get a water and pull a loaf from the counter, handing them to her. She cracks the bottle open for him and when he doesn’t take it, she softly grabs his jaw and slowly pours a thin stream of water into his mouth.

“You’re pretty good at this.” I comment quietly as to not make too much noise.

She glimpses up at me with a small kind smile, “I told you, I was in a sorority. You learn how to take care of drunk people really quick.”

I nod and cross my arms, “Right.” then rest the length of my body against the door frame as I watch them in front of me.

She takes out a slice of bread, splits it in half and holds it up to his mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes lift to meet hers, “I just don’t want to lose them.” He croaks out, melodramatically.

“You won’t.” Vallie reassures curtly.

“They’re all I have.” He states clearly, probably the most coherent thing he’d said all night. His brown eyes watch her closely, but his focus was waning as sleep is begging to pull him under. “Don’t take them from me.”

She presses her lips together seemingly processing his request. “I won’t let it happen.” She says as if she’s trying to convince him that there are no monsters beneath his bed. Her voice is lucid, but I can still hear the tequila she’s hiding under her words. She carefully places her hand on top of his, “I promise.”

He blinks up at her surprised and raises his brows, “Pinky?” Then weakly lifts his arm to poke out a shaky pinky.

She chuckles at his drunken innocence, “Sure.” And hooks her pinky with his, which resulted in a giant cheesy grin plastered across his face before slumping further.

There’s an odd heavy swirl in the pit of my stomach of something vile; for a moment, I think I might need to vomit too. But the more I watch them, the more the feeling spreads. Then, I realize this pit has been growing since the card game earlier. Her winning over Folio and Jolly annoyed me. Even Noah getting along with her, at least to an extent, made me sick.

I wanted them to get along, I thought it would make things better, less complicated. I don’t understand how it somehow made everything murkier or why it’s bringing this churn to my intestines. Something about it all that makes me wonder if Noah was right all along. Maybe we are in danger and maybe she is the threat.

Next Chapter -> 06 - Whiplash*

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fancifulflora · 10 months

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Forgetting the Sky (Sahara Cizîrî x Rêzan)

I've been real busy w life and character studies that I've neglected this for too long. In the spirit of wanting to clean out my to-do list I'm gonna grind to finish this (though I have gotten a lot of progress here and there). It's a writing trade with @galpalaven and I hope that both they and you enjoy it dear reader lol. Also, forgive me, my characterization might be a lil rusty since it has been an on-and-off project for a while,,,))) Edit: forgot to tag the actual blog of the game lmao @ataleofcrowns

Rêzan looked up toward the large, blue expanse that stretched out over the palace and beyond. Not a single cloud was in sight today. And, from the fluttering of his dark locks, there was a chilly breeze in the air.

The Lord Sorcerer could hear the birds chirping away on this day. They freely sang their songs without a care in the world, filling up the afternoon with their music somewhere off in the distance.

It was beautiful.

But it was also so, terribly dreadful.

It felt like months- no- years had passed without a single drop of rain. Without the rainy season, the agricultural regions of Arsur would suffer. They did suffer. Impoverished farmers who were not able to afford the pricy assistance of magi to help irrigate their crops were held behind by the manual labor of digging canals to drain what they could from the rivers.

The very Spirits themselves seem to grow restless, weak even, and priests from all over the country were petitioning for assistance from the Crown.

His Crown.

All at once.

He wished he could do more for her. He'd wanted nothing more than the ability to relieve the responsibilities weighing on her shoulders in their entirety, but he couldn't. He had already done everything in his power to assist as is.

The Lord Sorcerer had recruited magi from the various schools across the empire to help with the water crisis. He made sure to send aid to the priests and helped organize the petitioners so that not a single moment of his love's time would be wasted. Hours were spent in his office, combing through records and books for a cure of some kind or a reason for the sudden lack of water.

His body ached at the mere recollection of the endless work he had been doing to help his Crown.

Yet, nothing ever truly felt enough. A feeling that was all too familiar to the magus, even after all these years of successful, faithful servitude in his position.

Sahara didn't even notice when he had knocked, Rêzan waiting a moment before letting himself into her chambers.

It was an absolute mess.

There were piles of scrolls and tomes scattered around the room, maps, and missives draping themselves across the sitting pillows and huddling together at the end of her bed.

Her bedroom resembled the inside of a mercenary's tent rather than the resting place of the Crown of Arsur.

With her back turned to him, Rêzan took slow and quiet strides toward her. The magus paused, checking to see if she would take note of his presence.

Silence.

Just the scribbling of her pen to fill the air between them.

Moving in, his delicate fingers locked together over her face, covering her eyes. The Lord Sorcerer could feel his Crown tensing under his touch, then relaxing upon recognizing his familiar presence.

The sudden gasp that escaped her made his heart skip a beat or two, the smile dancing on her lips pulling at the corner of his own.

"Did I surprise you, beloved?"

"You- you constantly surprise me, my love," she replied in return, her heart slowly returning to a normal rate. The endearment directed towards him rolled off her tongue so naturally- so easily- that it made the tips of his ears turn red. He averted his gaze turned from her, finding himself unable to meet her eyes as his own found their way to what she had been working on.

A letter. A rather strongly worded one at that.

"Oh, were you writing to the Mîrs?"

Her hands moved to his, pulling them down and letting his fingertips rest against her shoulders. Lord Rêzan did his best to hold his tongue upon seeing the way his Crown's shoulders slumped at the mere mention of the Mîrs. It wasn't going too well it seemed.

"I'm afraid so. The reports from Marabad didn't appear to be consistent with the reports from the royal army we received yesterday. The situation in Penewar has apparently turned for the worse as well."

She pointed her finger accusingly at two open letters sitting on the far end of her desk, glaring at them as if the parchment had somehow managed to offend her personally. In a way, Rêzan supposed they did.

Looking back to his love, the magus took note of the Crown's weary eyes, her sunken cheeks beneath the glimmer of distilled sunlight that dusted her cheeks. Though there still was a shine to her face, her normally glowing features seemed dull and drained of life.

"Sahara?"

"Yes?“

"When was the last time you took a rest from your duties? Have you had anything to drink recently? Have you had anything to eat?" Worry laced itself throughout each and every question. From the way his grey eyes scanned up and down Sahara, she knew there'd be plenty more questions to answer unless she put an early stop to it.

The Crown whipped around in her seat, looking up to shoot the man an incredulous look.

"Rêzan."

He blinked at her raised brow.

"I…um. Have I said something wrong?"

"Surely, you, of all people are not in a position to be fretting over me with such questions."

Her pointed words stole a small chuckle from him. She certainly had a point there, that he couldn't deny.

The bags under his eyes were probably not making a very convincing foundation for his concern. The magus knew full well that he had little room to talk, the countless times Sahara has had to pry him from his work recounted in his mind.

Still, he couldn't help but be concerned. He was the Crown's Sorcerer after all, he could afford to push himself to his limits. It was his duty to. But his Crown? He couldn't allow her to do the same, he needed her to be alright.

Their whole country did.

Rêzan studied her gaze, the golden shine of her eyes melting away his anxiety ever so slightly. Deep down, he knew better. He knew of her strength, her resolve, and he knew of her capabilities. He also knew that, at the end of the day, Sahara could handle herself. His Crown, if anything, was resilient.

It was just one of the many qualities that he found so enchanting about her.

"Forgive me, my Crown," He leaned down, gently prying the pen from her hand. Fortunately for him, Sahara relented, her gaze following his movements as he slowly placed it to the side for emphasis. As if to put on a little show for her, the magus slowly raised her hand to his lips. Drinking up the beautiful red on her face and feeling rather emboldened, Rêzan brushed his lips against her bare knuckles. "I hope you will be able to indulge me, just this once."

There was a pause. Sahara pursed her lips a little.

"I suppose we both could use a break." Sahara relented, putting down her papers and stretching her limbs out. The emphasis on her words made it clear, however, that if she were to rest, then so would he.

An arrangement he was happy to agree to.

"Shall I ask for some refreshments then? The servants are just outside. Perhaps you would like something to eat, if I am to assume that you haven't already. It must have been-."

Sahara raised her hand to slow his words as she considered the idea for a moment. But after a long second of contemplation, she shook her head.

The Crown turned her attention from him, beginning to clear away her desk. "No, there's no real need to trouble them just yet, I do think I'd like to rest my eyes if I can, however."

Rêzan looked around to survey the damage his love had done to her room, "I believe that can be arranged…" His words trailed off as he made to help clear the rest of her chamber, moving to the center of the room and holding out his palms.

There was a flutter, a surge of energy through him. It was as if he had given life to the papers around the two of them, sheets flying around and falling into neat piles. Scrolls coiled themselves up once more, stacking atop each other, though he knew they would still need to sort them later.

For now, though, it would suffice.

"You really must teach me how you do that later," Sahara breathed in amazement, brushing past the magus and seizing the chance to lay on her now-restored mattress. The brief touch alone sent a small shiver down Rêzan's back, the magus feeling his face warm a little.

"Hmm… I suppose I could. It would simply depend on how your magic lessons are going."

The Crown gasped in mock offense while Rêzan made himself comfortable on a seat nearby her bed.

"My magic lessons are going perfectly fine, I assure you! …Unless," she hesitated, looking at him with slight concern and pulling her lips into a tight, small frown. "Did Perjin say otherwise in their reports to you?"

"What?" The idea seemed ridiculous to the Lord Sorcerer, "Not at all. I, however, am certainly pleased to see that you are aware of your impressive growth though."

Sahara groaned at that, earning herself a laugh from her Sorcerer. Unable to hide her face without losing some of the golden pigment to the pillows, she opted to switch the conversation instead. With a few scoots back, she patted the space in front of her in invitation. There was a noise that sounded reminiscent of a cough, her golden eyes evading the inquisitive look directed toward her.

"Will you not join me? Or did you intend on continuing to tease me from a distance like so," Her voice was soft now, almost inaudible.

"I was hoping you'd ask, actually," Rêzan shyly admitted, the confidence dying a little in his throat as he joined his love. His prior teasing seemed to have burned up what little forwardness he could muster now.

It was one thing to trade easy flirtations and teasing words across the room. It was even easier for the two of them to raise each other up with earnest compliments too.

But it was a whole nother thing to be so close.

They lay there for a while, neither daring to say a word, fearing what would happen should someone disrupt the peaceful bliss that blanketed them. The comforting silence hung there for a long moment, a welcome guest in the couple's eyes. And though the silent squeeze the Lord Sorcerer gave Sahara's hand spoke volumes, the peaceful silence remained, at least for a short while longer.

”Are you feeling a little better?“

The Crown squeezed his hand in response.

“Oh, most definitely, I must thank you for checking in on me. I think… I think I needed this.“

”I am glad to do it,“ He craned his head a little, gently pressing his lips against the top of her head. She was a balm in his arms, the Sorcerer feeling his very worries wither under her presence. The feelings of warmth Rêzan got from cradling her very sunlight in his embrace was one he found himself growing steadily addicted to over the years. ”Truly.“

The couple closed their eyes, their frames slotting together in perfect alignment. It felt like the very heavens themselves came to a standstill, all craning themselves to try and bear witness to the beautiful sight laid out before them.

No amount of filtered sunlight through the curtains nor candleglow could shine through their eclipse, the shroud of their dark hair shielding the other from the world outside.

Spirits, it felt like hours had dragged by, the magus almost dozing off when he heard the soft tones of his beloved's voice coaxing him back to reality.

Sahara had pulled back from him by then, turning over in her bed and staring up at the ceiling.

”My love? Did you hear me?“

”Hmm?“ he responded rather weakly, still a little weary from being denied a well-earned nap.

It took a long pause of silence before Sahara could find the words, and the strength, to continue.

”Do you…Do you think that we've done enough? That there will ever be an 'enough'?“

Rêzan didn't even have to ask to know what she must have been talking about.

The drought.

No matter how hard they'd try to forget, the drought would forever linger in the back of their minds. At least, until the situation was handled and the two finished doing their part for Arsur.

Both Sahara and him cared too much for their country, their people, to allow for it to be any other way.

Though he was naturally observant, Rêzan could easily hear that there was a pained twinge to her words through his time with her alone. The magus rubbed his eyes to refocus his tired gaze on the soft features of her face- the subtle droop of her expression reigniting his worry.

Sometimes, despite his best efforts, he found himself forgetting that she still wasn't completely accustomed to rule. Most days, her demeanor in court and amongst her advisors implied otherwise.

The level of vulnerability she'd show him every once in a while when it was just the two of them, helped to ground the magus back to reality.

Taking a slow breath, he turned onto his back, feeling the cool press of her bed shake the last vestiges of sleep from his mind.

”Are you having a crisis of faith, Sahara?“

It was her turn to laugh this time, albeit a rather weak one.

“Something like that, yes.”

His silvery grey eyes flicked over to Sahara for just a moment before he continued.

“Hmm. You know, I used to have a surprisingly great deal of faith when I was younger. Perhaps not the same type of faith one would have for the Spirits or fate and destiny itself, but in the world. Rather, my place in it, my abilities. Back then, I truly believed that I could do a great deal of good- that one day, I would.”

“Rêzan…”

He smiled at the concern in her voice, his love probably knew where he was going with this, but he continued nevertheless.

”I lost that when the previous Crown became lost to us. I was hopeless, aimless. But then one day… you arrived, caked in dirt and grime.“

“Not the best first impression, I take it.”

“On the contrary, you were radiant. From the very moment we met.“

The two couldn't help but share a look at the mention of their first meeting, the now nostalgic memory warming them from the inside out. His Crown pushed the side of her face against her plush pillow, keeping the hues of red hidden from his view.

Fortunately for her, Rêzan refocused his eyes toward the ceiling once more.

”You gave me purpose, Sahara. You reignited something I had long lost within me. And having spent all these years by your side, witnessing your strength in all its glory, supporting you and being supported, by you, in turn-“

Rêzan had said much, perhaps too much for one to handle at once, but he still felt the need to make his admiration for her clear within his heart- to leave no words left unsaid.

”I swear to you, my Crown, there is not a single soul in this world that I could say I have greater faith in.“

'My'.

It was a simple word, a subtle addition to their respective titles. Yet the power, the hold it had over the couple was unmatched.

The Sorcerer felt Sahara's slender hands cup the side of his face, his sun pulling him in, urging him to look at her.

That beautiful glow in her eyes was stronger, shining brighter through the watery tears that lined her eyes. Sahara was biting down her lip, keeping her emotions at bay as best she could. She leaned forward, their foreheads pressed together.

Then her lips brushed against his own.

She tasted like home, warm and comforting, sweet and safe.

”I apologize, I was rambling again, wasn't I?“ Rêzan laughed, pulling away from her delicate touch to speak and catch his breath. Though his words were faint, near inaudible, he didn't dare raise it in fear that his already weak voice would give out on him.

Sahara leaned back as well, the regained distance between them a mercy for the two reserved lovers.

Though the dark curtains of his hair shielded much of his reddened face from her, Sahara still caught a small glimpse of his beautiful expression.

His gaze was soft, his lips parted ever so slightly. The way he had met her golden eyes just then was worthy of a thousand different poems.

”Oh Rêzan, you know I adore how you ramble,“ Sahara breathed, once again pressing against his lips to sear her affection in his heart.

A low hum against her was the only reply she got from her beloved. As pleased as he was flustered to be so spoiled by the Crown's affections, Rêzan returned her lazy, slow kisses, letting each one linger before he'd seek out another.

”Beloved,” Rêzan breathed, burying his face against the nape of her neck and squeezing her tightly against him to hide from her.

“Yes?” Her breath was airy and light, the Lord Sorcerer doing little to hide the smile he got from hearing her sweet response.

“Have I successfully raised your spirits, Sahara?” A deep blush betrayed his act of confidence, the magus angled his head toward her. “Or shall I continue to sing your praises?”

Sahara looked down at her Sorcerer with an easy smile, finding the remnants of her colored balm on his lips fill her with a renewed flame.

“There is more for you to sing about?” She feigned a look out towards the window before returning back down at her beloved nestled against her. “Well, I'm certain we have more time before we have to get back to our duties, don't we? If you wish to continue singing my praises, then do go on.”

The moon looked at his sun, lips turning playful.

”As you wish, my Crown.”

#atoc #a tale of crowns #atoc creator trade #rozerîn/rêzan #sfw #Fluff #Drabble #this one has been cookin in my head and in my drafts #i know that there are annual floods that happen so just kinda made assuptions and ran w them #hopefully it still feels plausible lol #okokok so i know Sahara and R have this sun and moon dynamic and suffer from the 'and they were both bottoms' dynamic so #i like to think that they take turns being forward-nothing too extreme but enough to prop each other up #compliments passed back and forth...acts of service for one another #sahara is always there to rêzan work so its time for him to be there for her #god im high key proud of this #a month of stewing over ideas and though i normally write 2k max i did 3k worth of poetic romantic fluff #the title is the cutest ref to this pretty poem that was big inspo

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protect-daniel-james · 11 months

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WIP. Frank Lampard origin backstory, part of a longer fic which who knows when will be finished. A lot of implied stuff, lol. Basically, inspired by this part of Lampard’s autobiography.

Here you go, Frankie boy. He was handed another drink and downed it almost in one take. Some people were dancing, and some were sprawled across the couch with their partners for the night. He didn’t remember much of the rest of the night. He was trying to find the exit from the club. He remembered being on the toilet; he remembered there were some football stickers on the hand dryer. And then he was on the ground, outside, feeling the sand and small stones under his palms and knees, heaving, shivering. Someone grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him to the side so he wouldn’t vomit all over himself. Fuck’s sake, lads. What did you do to him? He was trembling violently, feeling as if the freezing cold was coming from his insides, which were all upside down. He threw up in short sequences. He thought he saw Jamie’s terrified face. For fuck’s sake, it’s all fucking red. It’s not blood, though, is it? The next thing he remembered was lying in the grass underneath some tree, still shivering but covered with a jacket. He could still taste the chunks of vomit in his mouth, and his whole body was covered in sweat. You’re alright, Jamie told him. He looked relieved. The jacket was his. Frank felt grateful. Jamie cared. He tried to reach out for Jamie’s hand but was too weak, his sight was somewhat blurred and unfocused, so instead, he just touched a couple of clumps of grass, feeling how damp and cold they were in the chilly night air. He woke up in the hotel bed around midday, not sure how he got there. He had no recollection of the way back, couldn’t tell if his mates carried him or if they took a taxi, and when he asked, they all just laughed and gave each other funny looks.

He overheard Jamie giving them a bollocking later on. The fuck did you do it for? And someone said Relax; it was just a bit of fun.

Frank understood that he wasn’t one of the lads; he was the weedy shy kid that just hung around for their entertainment. They tried sending him for cigarettes and cans of beer, and sometimes, the local grocers looked at him with suspicion when he placed six cans on the counter, trying to look confident and comfortable. Sometimes, they asked for his ID, and he couldn’t always weasel his way out of it. And the lads laughed, patting him on the head when he returned empty-handed, ashamed that he couldn’t provide.

But ultimately, it was fun. He was almost one of them. He was the one whom they were sending for beer and fags and to give messages to English lassies seated at the other table, messages as profound as You’ve got a smashing pair of tits and similar. And he did, blushing, trying to look confident but knowing that his red, burnt face couldn’t be of much interest, and the girls all looked too old for him anyway. They usually didn’t take kindly to the messages he was forwarding to them, but sometimes they laughed at it, turned to see who the deployers of Frank were, and then joined the lads for some drinks. Once – although Frank was sure the lads would insist it happened more than once – the girls ended up at their hotel. By the time they got to the rooms, there was no secrecy at all. Frank remembered them all picking apart the girls as if they were pieces of meat. I want this one, she looks wild. She’s got the best ass. Gonna tear that ass apart. And the girls laughed; their make-up runny and cheap, their eyeliners and mascaras smudging on their eyelids.

Frank was left without a girl of his own, since the lads didn’t count him in when they were measuring the size of their prey; but it didn’t matter; the walls were far from soundproof, and he could hear everything, from the muttering and mumbling and smacking of wet lips to the high-pitched moans and the rhythmic moaning of a girl that must have heard similar sounds being made in a porn somewhere because it sounded too loud and fake, too damn distracting.

Frank lay in the bed with his hand down his pants, jerking off furiously, trying to focus on the lower, more calmer grunts, only accompanied by an occasional breathy Yeah, yeah, that’s it, baby. He couldn’t figure out who exactly was in the room next door. He had a clear picture in his head, though.

#there's A LOT to be in the fic #frank lampard origin backstory?#myfics

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