#someday.... someday!! i will feel peaceful and loved and whole again

[justporo]

Dew Drops

Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim today because I felt very emotional and was inspired by a song. I cried while writing this - quite a lot actually. I'll happily show and the translate the song later because it is quite perfect for Astarion (and Tav).

Summary: After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Pairing: Astarion / Tav (You) Warnings: mentions of past trauma Wordcount: 1,1k Song (the inspiration for this piece): Tau - Herbert Grönemeyer

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Just before the first sun rays were creeping over the roofs of Baldur’s Gate, Astarion got out of bed. Slowly, so he wouldn’t wake you up, still blissfully in your dreams beside him.

He watched you for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Watched how your chest was slowly rising and falling. Your hands softly curled up against your chest. Your lips soft and relaxed: neither curled into a smirk nor drawn down – just silently peaceful.

Astarion almost stayed there then, lost in you. The one person that had helped him come this far. The one who had so purely believed in him – that there was more, that he was more.

He let one finger slowly wander over your cheek – so featherlight you didn’t even stir in your sleep. The smile that crept onto his lips was genuine and bright and full with warmth and love.

Then he got up, got dressed. He wrote you a small note and then quietly left the room, left the inn.

Astarion purposefully wandered through the streets while most of the city was still asleep or just starting to blink its eyes. Purposefully, he went to a place he’d come to know like the back of his own hand.

This small little garden, hidden away in some backyard’s backyards – so hard to find it might have been forgotten by everyone – everyone, but the flowers and the vampire. The vampire who’d stumbled upon it sometime during his seemingly endless years, decades, centuries even of torment.

And this small little garden had become a tiny space of refuge for Astarion. A place of at least some peace and safety where he had spent so many nights when he had been able to steal away – sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes almost whole nights.

And he’d sat there, comforted a little by the silvery moonlight and the twining plants and flowers – even though he never got to see their blossoms.

He found the way to the small space without any problem. It almost felt like he’d been there yesterday, although so much had changed since he’d last been here. Everything, in fact.

Not only had he broken the chains of his enslavement and walked in the sunlight again, but he had also found someone. Someone who’d promised him that he would not have to be alone ever again. And who had promised to help him carry the weight of the now broken, but still heavy chains – until hopefully someday he would be able to shake the shackles off as well.

Astarion entered the garden through an archway that led to the little safe haven. It still looked like he remembered: vines and bushes everywhere, deep and luscious green filling the whole space. The plants were full of still closed blossoms. Dew drops covered leaves and blooms and gave them an elegant silvery sheen.

The vampire let his fingertips softly wander over some of the plants and closed buds. Then he sat in his usual spot, a small rock at the back of the small rectangular space – directly across from the archway he had just entered through.

And then he waited.

He watched as the first golden rays of sunlight crept over the peaks of the stone walls. Like bright fingers they wandered over the plants, caressed them with their light and warmth. Softly brushing away the silver droplets of dew.

The first sunlight fell on Astarion who had awaited its arrival with anticipation, still wondering how lucky he could have been to feel it again. He had buried the hope so long ago.

He knew it wouldn’t last. So, he would make the most of it as long as he could.

He closed his eyes, completely giving himself to the feeling of the sun warming his pale skin. His lips opened with a little gasp. His chest shuddered with a ragged breath as he felt the tears well up. A single tear flowing over and leaving a wet trail on his cheek.

After a while he opened his eyes, hoping he hadn’t been too impatient.

But as he looked up and let his ruby gaze wander over the space his chest clenched painfully at the sight: the flowers had started to open up.

Offering him their whole palette of colours and beauty – the last dew drops glistening on them. The blossoms bowing to the warming sun, happy to show their beauty to him. Deep reds, almost golden yellow, wonderful blues and oranges. And in all shapes too: starlike chalices, frilly circles, cascading spheres.

He tried to take in everything at once as he looked at it with lips parted in wonder and astonishment. Observing every single combination possible. Wanting to imprint it all on his mind forever.

And as Astarion gazed upon this view he’d never dared to hope to take in one day, emotions overwhelmed him. And it was pleasantly painful, in all his beauty and bitter sweetness.

This, all this – it hurt so much. And it was so all hard, going on.

His chest was aching with sorrow and with joy as the single tear turned into a constant flowing and his whole body started shaking and shuddering.

The pain behind his sternum was so strong it almost felt as if his heart had finally started beating again.

It felt like most every emotion he had ever felt washed over him in this very moment – fear, hurt, guilt, grief. But also love, joy, compassion, confidence. All mixing together in a way that was barely tolerable, but most certainly meant one thing: he was alive.

And Astarion wept and wailed, lifting his head towards the comforting warmth of the rising sun as he cried. He doubled over as sobs shook through him. Cried out as tears ran over his face and his nose began to drop.

It hurt so much, all this.

But the pain meant he was still here. It meant he was free again. It meant he was ready and able to grasp life with both his hands and start living again. Even though it might not always be easy.

But he wouldn't be alone.

He looked up through his tears and a smile found its way on his lips as he looked upon the blooming flowers all around. He sobbed and he laughed as he saw the beauty in it. He felt alive.

And then you stepped through the archway and even the sight of all the flowers in the first sunlight could not compare. His companion through all of this and all to come.

You looked so worried the way you rushed over to Astarion, kneeling down in front of him. Wrapping your arms around him as he kept weeping and sobbing – not caring for how loud or unpleasant it might be. He let his head sink to your shoulder in unyielding gratefulness.

And you held onto each other until his sobs and tears slowly subsided.

You looked at him, cautiously asking if he was alright.

And Astarion looked up with a bright and broad smile, through the tears still remaining in his ruby eyes:

“Yes, my love. It’s just… it’s so beautiful to be alive.”

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[kalki-tarot]

Channeled love messages 💌໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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Disclaimer — The images I use to select a pile are from Pinterest, I hope the readings will resonate with you. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make in your life based on my readings. I'm just a beginner and these readings are just for fun and purely based on intuition and tarot and channeled messages.

Pile 1

My desires and prayers were always very less. But god gave me you without asking for you. You entered my life by God's grace. I've got everything without asking. Kind, god has been very kind to me.

I want to take your hands into mine and look in your deep eyes to know what is it that you desire, so that I can fulfill everything you wish.

Just a while ago, I was incomplete. Now that you're here, I'm complete. I can only sleep with you near me. I can only sleep after looking into your eyes.

Nowadays i feel like, you are my only worship, i only have faith in you. And no one else. I don't know, god is very kind to me.

What kind of punishment is this? Why are you in my mind all the time? My nights are sleepless, my heart is racing. What should I do? What should I do about this connection of ours? Yours and mine relation is very old, beyond life and death, beyond births and rebirths.

Now these prayers don't work too. You took away my peace of mind. Whenever I breathe, i feel you. Whenever I close my eyes, I see you. I feel very loving towards you.

Pile 2

Whenever I came near you, I felt peace. The existence of mine, which I've long forgotten, was reminded by this silly heart of mine. Whenever there was a season of sadness, I remembered you. Oh! My heart. I should control it. Whenever my heart weeps due to loneliness, I remember you. My heart doesn't stop from loving you. I can't stop falling for you. I can't stop thinking about you.

I don't know why is this happening. I should stop here, right? I should not cross my boundaries. Right?

Everyday I pass by your house or place in the hope that someday you'll see me. We'd meet and see each other. (Not a stalker vibe, but a hopeless yet hopeful energy).

The whole house lights up when there's a news of your return. The whole house smells of you. Your sweet fragrance enriches the heart of mine. You make my evenings beautiful then my mornings too. I've been thinking about you all night. My heart is filled with your fragrance.

Wherever I go, I see you. I find you in the green, swaying leaves of trees. And even in the flowing water of the river. How can I stay without you? Please stay with me. Please be near me.

Pile 3

This is the truth, The truth love has taught me. My love, you showed me how the world really is. You showed me a place where the storm never ends, you showed me a world where the night never ends.

You took me to the realm(kingdom) of love, With you by my side,l left this world behind.

Every moment l was filled with fear. Every step l took made me more afraid. My love, you turned my day into night. My love, why did you do this to me?

Maybe this was written in my destiny, either I get this world or not. You were on the other side and I was on the other one. There had to be a beginning. Being yours is magical.

Again meeting somewhere else is magical. Time was passing by, we both were sitting near each other. There were many people around us, but only we met eachother. And we've both changed alot since that day we met. There was something unique or special bond between us. That's why we met. Your and my existence is magical. Our meeting is magical.

Just look at my simplicity (?) You made a promise and I believed it. In the state of intoxication, I called you God. Whatever said, was rightly said. Look at the affection and love of mine towards you. The way I respect, love, admire you with plain simplicity. The state in which I'm now is a gift from you to me. I ruined myself in your affection and love. It was a story of a night only, but I waited for you life long.

There were problems in love already, and I created one more. As I'm complaining about this injustice, your eyes are becoming teary. You became sad just by this much? Why are you upset at my condition? Does your heart still love me? Why did you turn your face away? Tell me if you still love me.

Pile 4

After meeting you, I found out what love actually is. I forgot about everything. I don't even remember how the day passes and night comes. In just one meeting, in your company, my colors changed. What did you do to me?

Now I'm just drowning in the heavenly depths of my heart. The emptiness in my heart resides no more, love and happiness bloomed in my heart. After meeting you, I found out what passion is.

I forgot what peace is as I'm in love. My heart races and the fire in my heart keeps growing. I wanto to write letters to you. Be my lovely penpal. We'd write each other letters and talk about our day.

We met in the garden do you remember me? It was love at first sight. I'm the tall one who wears glasses and has a cute smile and silly hair. (This person has a prominent and big smile)

You opened the doors of my heart, the love and emotions are flooding inside my heart. I'd love to comb your hair darling. My love is as deep as the ocean. We'd sit by the firewood and talk for hours. You'd be in my arms. And I'd just adoring the way you speak and smilem

I get tarot readings about you. They say we're already destined to be each other's lifetime partners. Aren't we? My love. Can i have a cute lil kiss?

I wanna hug you. You feel very warm, comforting and home-like. I love being with you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Just one condition, our love will never fade away for eachother.

Comment your feedback!

Please ignore grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

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[tragedybunny]

Ok, this is gonna sound weird but... So there's this thing that some people do when they are with their SO, where they just bite them? Not real actual teeth-sinking biting, tho, more like mock biting (I think it's called playful aggression). Can we have your take on how Astarion would react to it?

So, mock biting is a thing I do frequently with my SO. It's soothing and I only do it to one person in this whole world because I have to be 100% comfortable with them. The below drabble is just pretty much based on my life. But I do think I've got Astarion's reaction truthfully.

Love Bites - Astarion x GN!Reader

Reader gets to nibble on Astarion for once.

The night was relatively peaceful. Well, as peaceful as it could get knowing there was an Elder Brain headed toward Baldur’s Gate being controlled by Chosen of the Dead Three. And that if he failed to usurp Cazador, he’d be banished back into the darkness when it was defeated. When, not if, he was certain you would prevail, nothing seemed to be able to stop you once you’d made up your mind. Even when it came to loving a disaster such as himself. 

Stealing a glance over the edge of the book he was reading, he caught sight of you, laying on his chest, similarly engaged in a book of your own. He couldn’t help the smile that it brought to his face. Someday you would come to your senses and find someone else, but for now he was going to enjoy every moment he had with you. Letting go of his book, his fingers drifted down, tracing along your ear, jawline, and then cheek. Closing your eyes you leaned into his touch with a smile of your own. Your lips trace along his palm, a soft kiss, and then, in a moment that makes him yelp ever so slightly, your teeth sink in. “What was that?” He’s not angry but certainly shocked at being on the other end of a bite for once.

“Sorry Love,” your skin is turning a darling shade of crimson, “I guess I got too relaxed and it just sort of happened.” 

The misery in your voice has him pulling you completely into his arms and kissing your forehead, he wouldn’t dare let you believe he was upset with you. “It’s alright Darling, just a bit of a shock. Is this something you do often?”

“Only when I’m really comfortable with someone,” you mumble, face buried in his shirt. “I promise it won’t happen again.” 

The words fill his chest with warmth, you’re comfortable with him, you trust him. “In that case it most definitely better happen again! And I will be very hurt if it doesn’t.” 

That finally causes you to look up at him, and he can see your embarrassment fading. “If it’s really alright with you…”

“Well it does only seem fair, given our usual circumstances,” he chuckles and puts his wrist perilously close to your mouth, an open invitation. When you gently nibble on it, he feels that same flash of elation he gets every time you say you love him. You hum happily, and the two of you resume reading, Astarion leaving his arm where you can bite down on it whenever you please. 

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x gn!reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfic #x reader #asks #anon asks

[angelsheartts]

hiii idk if requests are open so either have this as a silly little thought or a request <33

lucifer and (ideally gn/male) reader have been flirting for a little while and then one day lucifer finally asks reader out, but they reject him

he’s super confused thinking he may have misunderstood their whole dynamic until he overhears reader telling someone at the hotel the reason he rejected lucifer is because reader feels like lucifer would never be able to love them as much as he loved lilith/doesnt want lucifer to use them as a rebound

overall i was hoping for hurt/comfort but whatever rows your boat, love your stories and i hope to see more of them in the future !! have an amazing day <3

.° ༘ THE OTHER WOMAN ᝰ.ᐟ .

#pairing: lucifer, x gn reader.

#cw: angst, fear of being the second choice, lucifers backstory with lilith, starting something new, accepting that relationships come to an end, happy ending 'cause im not that mean hehe (at least not yet).

#note: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM, i haven’t wrote any angst in my blog BUUUT i love it, this request is mwuah.

everyone at the hazbin hotel knew that lucifer had been courting you for the past few months, everyone except you.

or, well, that’s what the sinners at the hotel thought, at least. you obviously knew that the king of hell had been flirting with you, and at the beginning, you almost fell head over heels for him, until indecisive thoughts started to fill your head.

"was he REALLY flirting with you?", "why would he still be wearing his WEDDING ring if he had been flirting with you?", "will he ever LOVE you like he loved lilith?", "will his daughter even ACCEPT your relationship?"

as soon as those thoughts started appearing, you started distancing yourself from the fallen angel, sadly for lucifer he had already started to get the courage to officially ask you out on a date.

the king of hell wasn’t an idiot; he noticed how you started to make up excuses to not talk to him alone or how you weren’t really responding to his flirting anymore, but decided to be stubborn and brush those thoughts off.

-

as soon as you received a text from lucifer saying he would pick you up around eight, you knew he was planning something, and as soon as you saw him all dressed up, nicely done hair and his prideful smile showing on his face, you knew what was coming, but who were you to not appreciate his efforts? if you knew that it was going to end someday, why wouldn’t you enjoy the moment? yes, you were being a fool for accepting his offer, but having a tiny crush on him wouldn’t hurt you, right?

after having a nice and really luxurious meal at a restaurant in hell, lucifer guided you to an actually peaceful spot where you could see all of the pride ring. ironic. who would even think that hell has a peaceful place, one where you should feel relieved, but why weren’t you feeling that way? was it because you knew what was to come?

"(name), is everything alright?" lucifer interrupted your thoughts with his angelic voice, or could you say demonic? at the end of the day, he was still an angel, just a fallen one. "mmh? yeah, i was just..lost in my thoughts i guess" you answered, admiring his glowing red eyes shining in the dark. "oh, okay" he said, letting a nervous laugh come out. "i think there is something i need to tell you, (name)" lucifer said, this time his voice had a serious tone. "i thought that after lilith I couldn’t get to love again, but heavens was i wrong. i had the chance to get to know you this past months, and…you've changed my life in that short time." he started, giving a sincere smile "would you want to be my partner?" he asked, fidgeting with his fingers as you stared at him.

oh, well, that question made you nauseous. "i-, i don’t think i want that, lucifer" ouch, that hurt his pride."I think it’s time for me to go, i’m sorry" you said in a quiet tone, standing up and leaving him there, and as much as you didn’t wanted to look back, you did, but the only thing you could see was lucifer in the same position as when you stood, this time though, he was hugging his knees staring at the view you both were looking at just a few minutes ago.

-

since his confession about his feelings towards you, he hasn’t been in the hotel, and the cast started to suspect that it has to do with the date you had with him. charlie was the most preoccupied, since she had been the one to encourage his dad to finally ask you out. she tried texting his dad to ask him about your response, but the king of hell just responded with a "it didn’t go as planned, but don’t worry about it, char-char."

after that text charlie obviously knew that his father was feeling bad about whatever happened that night, and would isolate himself from the others, so for her attempts to not let that happened she kind of tricked you into visiting him, she asked you about the date, and since you kind of lied to her by telling her that the date went as normal as a date should go, she then answered by saying something along the lines of "if that’s so, would you mind reminding him that he needs to come to the hotel?"

you could write lucifer a text message telling him to come to the hotel, but since you literally ran away that night, you forgot that your cellphone was laying somewhere near to where you both were sitting, so yeah, you did in fact lost it.

-

going to his mansion was a really weird feeling, what can you even say after rejecting someone? would he even open the door? as you were lost in your thoughts again, you heard the front door open, and as you made your way into his house it wasn’t really hard to find his bedroom.

as you knocked before opening the door, the first thing you noticed was how lucifer had his bedsheet covering him, it made you smile since you noticed how charlie did that too, so you could guess she got that from her father.

there was a silence as you both stared at eachother, until lucifer decided to interrupt the silence. "i-, i-i’m sorry about what happened, i think i might had misunderstood our relationship" he confessed, his messy hair and dark eye bags made you worried "it’s okay lucifer, and about that night..there is still something i haven’t told you about my answer" you declared, making him look at you with such hopeful eyes, oh hell, how can such a prideful fallen angel have so much faith in what you were going to say. "i said I didn’t want to take it further, since i still believe your heart belongs to lilith, and because of that i thought that rejecting you would be the best option." he opened his eyes at the mention of his past lover. "but, me and lilith haven’t been dating since seven years, (name) what me and her had is long gone" he reassured you, while signaling you to sit on his bed, the king bed who looked so comfy yet so empty. "lilith still is an important person in my heart, she has been with me since beginning of humanity and is the mother of my daughter, but the persons who’s my heart belongs now is you, my love" after hearing those words you could feel your eyes fill with tears, of course lilith was gonna be an important person in his life, but why would that stopped you from being in his heart as well, were you being selfish all this time? wanting to be the only person who’s important to him?

"and, this time i haven’t been at the hotel, i thought about why you said no, and i think i may have noticed something" he said, getting out of his bedsheets and caressing your face, you could feel your face burn at his touch, yeah, you really have missed him, "you were always staring at my wedding ring, weren’t you?" he asked looking at you with a glum face, yes, you do recall looking at his wedding ring while he looked at you with loving eyes, the ring that made you doubt so much about his feelings towards you, "i was a fool for wearing my ring while flirting with you, and if my ring has made you have those doubts about our relationship, you should know that i had decided to take it off" after hearing those words, you noticed that he was right, you haven’t noticed until now, you didn’t feel that cold ring against your face. "and if you still willing to try, i’m sure that soon enough i will be using a ring who will be showing who my heart really belongs to"

"that’s so cheesy" you answered chuckling, you tried to jokingly ignore the fact that he just said he would propose you, because if you took it serious you were sure that your face would be as red as the famous apple, actually, you were sure that if he offered you the 'fruit' you would have accepted, wait, were you even thinking about a fruit? but anyways your angel needed reassurance from you, that in fact, you liked his cheesy words. "yes, i still want to have you in my afterlife, lucifer" "well, if that’s my future’s wife/husband wish, then, who am i to object?" the fallen angel winked at you before starting to teasingly kiss your whole face, the moment he started doing this, you noticed something you didn’t thought you could, you felt like his first option, not just a rebound.

and yes , it will be a long journey until he really overcomes his past relationship with lilith, but since he's willing to do as much for you as you would do for him, you both will soon overcome your fears of past experiences.

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hi! If you're still taking requests I'd love request a drabble about the moment when Konig and Reader first noticed each other and what they thought/felt during that moment based on your "Just Friends" fic.

Btw I love your work and oh my god, it's perfection, absolutely amazing. Super excited to read chapter 3&4 (no rush take your time!!)

Thabj you!!!

Even Demons are Lonely

Wordcount: 3.8 k

Summary: König sees reader for the first time. Soon, the promise to never touch someone as lovely as her turns into a vow to never leave her side.

Tags/warnings: F!Reader, König POV, Just Friends universe. Angst, twisted & fluffy feelings, pining, obsessive behavior, stalking, panty stealing, mentions of past trauma, abuse and patricide, yandere!König falling in love (=being delusional). Mild sexual and violent themes. 

A/N: I did take my time with this one... 🩷 And it's only König POV, but I hope you enjoy! 💋

"Abashed the Devil stood, and felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely – saw, and pined His loss..."

– John Milton, Paradise Lost

Purgatory.

That's the word that stuck to him when he was learning English at school, simply because it was an accurate definition of how he felt.

Adults used to say there is heaven and hell, and then this world, the world of humans, somewhere in between. They said he would go to heaven after he died and that bad people would go to hell.

They were all liars because hell already existed here on Earth. He had lived there ever since he was born.

The first memories of the cutting are shallow and pale, like they happened to some other boy. With every hit and cut and every cry, the sounds turned muddy until he was mute too, until all he could hear was mother's crying and Papa's roaring. The old man always got more mad when people cried and cowered. 

That's when he knew he would someday do something about bad people, that crying and cowering and begging wasn't going to help. It was the birth hour of hope and heaven. He dreamed of killing his father, killing his "friends", killing everyone who looked at him like he was a freak. 

He soon learned that this was not what people associated with heaven at all. He learned that there was a word for people like him, for phantoms who were morbidly interested in death and decay.

Ghoul.

A grave robber and a corpse feaster he was not, but neither was he going to pretend that some people didn't deserve to be gutted. If being normal meant he should just play along and pretend that there was justice in this world, then he was happy to be morbid. A little ghoul boy who grew up in hell, who dreamed of heaven, who slipped behind the thin veil between the worlds when he was four, who learned how to make the knives dance while everyone around him suffered.

He learned to cry and beg before he learned to speak, but when the words finally started to make sense to him, he had no use for them. No one wanted to talk to him, so he settled to observe. Life was a film reel running by, and words were useless when all he wanted to do was roar. There was a growing, gaping maw inside him, shrieking and spitting blood while he was without a voice.

It took a while to make Papa cry and beg. But he begged, eventually. In his last words, he tried to hide behind a woman’s skirt. 

"Don't do this to your mother," was a plea that didn't ignite mercy: it drove him off the ledge. Looking at the horrible excuse for a man squirming at his feet made him realize he should've released his mother from this demon years ago. He was too weak, and he vowed to himself, to the whole world, that he would never be weak again.

………………

Sometimes, a glimpse of true heaven can be seen on a clear summer's day when the sun shines, when bees are buzzing and a beautiful voice sings a love song on the radio. Beautiful, peaceful things only add to his suffering. They are simply evidence gathered – examples of everything he will never have. 

The air clots inside his mask with a brew of old sweat and acrid gunpowder. It's usually enriched by a hot desert wind or the stench of dust and emissions, a city's rotten core. It would feel odd to be met with a fresh breeze or the smell of rust and smoke than have them dampened by the baggy mask. He's certain that it would only be painful to feel the full brunt of the world on his naked face again. His enemies can't see him when he kills them, so they can't haunt him either.

He is the only ghoul here. He is the one who haunts.

He's learned to let love and peace go. He came here to reap; that's his job. Ghouls cannot love or be loved. They are supposed to get rid of the plague, do what normal people can't do, what good people deem hideous and wrong.

People have always been alien to him: they both know something he cannot seem to decode and are unaware of the constant presence of the Maw. He has to feed it in order to not be swallowed by it himself. It helps with the constant yelling for a while. 

His father was the first demon to be punished, but he has learned that all demons are liars when they beg. They don't know what real hell is like. That's why he didn't give mercy to his father, and that's why he doesn't give mercy to them, either. It's not hell, it's not heaven, so he must be in a limbo state in between. 

That's why he calls this place purgatory. 

………………

He sees a woman under the sun one day.

The sheer sight of her sitting there on her little blanket spread over the grass, dressed in a pure white dress is like a torturing dream from above. It stops him in his tracks like there is suddenly an invisible wall in front of him, forcing him to halt.

His heart is pounding, but that's not new. His heart is always tight and racing, and that's why it's better to have a heavy gun in his hands than hold onto nothing at all; it's better to do something than do nothing at all. The only thing that calms the endless roil inside him is work; when there's no work, it helps to go outdoors, somewhere between the shadows between thick trees.

Trees are better than people...

But they're not better than a woman like her.

He knows his mind plays tricks sometimes with females. That is why at first he thinks that the creature before him is not from this world either. How could someone like her even end up here? There are few ladies in the base, and none of them have picnics; none of them look like angels.

She looks up at the sky, at the single cloud drifting across the cerulean blue that hurts his eyes. Sun shines on her exposed throat, her stare is dreamy as she basks in the warmth and raises an apple to her lips. 

He stops breathing as she takes a bite, fearing it might stain the beautiful white dress from how juicy it is. The runaway apple juice drips down her chin, but she catches it with her finger, then sweeps the sweet taste of it back into her mouth. 

Her lips hug the finger gently as she savors the treat, and his breath returns to him, heavy and with a pang, like someone just punched him between the lungs.

She can't be human... 

He wonders if she's even real. 

He's hungry, but the need to devour this woman turns into a need to worship her before he can even decipher what is happening to him. He would grovel at her feet if that's what it took to get her to feed him some of that fruit. His mind goes numb from the need to march there and hug her. Just hold her, so close that he forgets what it is to breathe.

He knows she would only scream, and it's good he's been walking in the shade. It's good that she can't see him unless she turns her head. Because she must be an angel, and angels have no business with ghouls. 

He should go and leave her be... Mortals he can want, humans he can torture, but a celestial being he could never touch. The wind carries a whiff of apple juice to his nose; it overrides the stench of sweat and gun oil and smoke. 

And then the angel turns her head. 

It's Judgment Day, but she doesn't condemn him. She blinks a few times, lashes fluttering like he's another sun, the dreaded black sun, and she can't bear to look directly at him. But there's no disgust, no uneasiness, there's no fear. There's only shyness and the smallest smile. 

The pain inside his gut turns into a brutal stab, pure suffering. He hasn't hoped for anything for a long, long time. Now hope bleeds into his stomach with golden tingles, like those rays of sun that caress her skin.

He thought good things would feel… well, good, but to his horror, they feel painful too. She's painfully sweet. Even the demon inside him falls silent, the only demon he cannot destroy. It's finally quiet, as it should be. Everything in him bows to this greater power of Her. 

But she can't be real... His mind is sick and has finally conjured up the most beautiful thing he can never, ever have. He's been called a freak, he's been called a dumb ugly giant, he's been called so many things, but he's not stupid enough to think that the creature hugged by the golden aura of light is meant for him. 

So he squares his shoulders and pushes through the invisible wall, back behind the veil, back to where he belongs, and leaves the heavenly apparition in the sun.

………………

The next time he sees her is after a mission and inside the base. 

He brings mud and blood inside after a few rainy days spent in the mountains. He's so soaked that not even the 3-hour flight managed to dry all the dirt. She's waiting for him, or that's how it feels like when she gives him a small, relieved smile and starts to clean the mess he and every other operator leave behind.

His angel is not only a celestial visage but a cleaner.

She keeps the building that houses people who destroy life, clean. She scrubs the filth killers like him bring inside the cold, dead compound built on what used to be a forest full of birds, life, and wind through the trees. 

No one thanks this girl as she humbly dusts a table or mops the floor. No one understands that she's a saint for coming to the purgatory and making it a more decent place for the demons and ghouls to live. And she's relieved every time he comes back unharmed. She's happy to see he's alive. There's someone waiting for him. And not just someone, not just anyone, but an angel.

It's unbelievable how no one has claimed her yet. She has no one to keep her safe, and it makes his hands twitch. If he was her protector, she would never have to work again.

She's not like the rest of them: she doesn't turn her gaze away when he flicks a knife out. She likes to watch him make them dance. It's a ritual that makes him invincible on the battlefield. He used to do it every morning before school to stay safe – there were no angels back then to keep him alive.

He almost stops the first time he sees her watching how he goes through the rite. 

No, look away, little angel... You're not supposed to see this; this is a death dance, it's filthy, demonic magic.

But she's not afraid of his blades or the way he weaves his spell of protection. The girl follows his moves entranced. Her eyes shine, and he nearly drops the blade – he hasn't dropped a knife since he was ten – because there's hunger in her stare. Not as fathomless as his, but deep enough for him to recognize it. 

His angel is lonely and trapped too. 

He completes the dance, returns the knife to his pocket, and looks back, straight back.

She doesn't look away. She doesn't wince or lean back, no: she leans forward, and he can see it, the way her pulse flutters on her neck, the way her mouth opens even more, how a tiny pink tongue sweeps across her lips as she looks back into the jaws of damnation. It takes him a while to realize his angel must be wet, just from seeing how good he is with a knife. The notion doesn't only make his cock jolt; it throws him headfirst into the abyss. 

You'll never get rid of me now, the demon growls before he can choke him silent.

Her wet eyes, her wet, promising lips belong in a realm of madness. She's not filthy; his angel could never be filthy. But she's seducing him, which means she might seduce other men too. 

Has someone claimed her already…? 

What if she has a lover? Do they make her legs shake, do they make her mew?

Who does he have to kill?

………………

He breaks into her room that night. 

He only meant to stand watch and see if someone creeps to her in the cover of darkness. He thinks about different ways to kill her lover as he waits near her door. Should he just strangle them when they enter her room? Make her an offering, let her know she could have a far more powerful male if she wants?

No, he must use a knife... She will get wet if he uses a knife.

But no one appears: he is the only shadow in the dark hall, and after midnight, he decides to take a look at his innocent, sleeping angel. Just one look.

Her domain is full of softness, and he has to take a few deep breaths before he continues. Her world is so different from his that he nearly turns back and closes the door to paradise. But then her breathing calls to him, causing him to take a few steps. She sleeps with her window open, likes to listen to the sound of night birds before she falls asleep – just like he does…

The demon is awake in an instant and grabs him by the throat. 

No. 

Don’t look. If you look, she will steal your soul.

He freezes before he reaches her bed. His gaze sweeps her room instead, and the demon pants at the sight. Her dresses are laid out on a clothing rack: they salute him like a row of colorful flowers. Flowing and singing like a river, they hit him with a breeze made of life and all things good. 

She has a little armchair filled with cushions, and there's more softness and beauty everywhere he looks; he can see it even in the darkness of the night. Her delicate perfume that follows him as he follows her around the base lingers in the air and mixes with the distant birdsong and moonlight that shift the curtains in her room.

There's art on her walls, lively houseplants on the window sill, she has collected a cavalcade of cute little things on top of her drawer: nail polish and sea shells and beeswax candles and a piece of driftwood, a bottle of that perfume she uses, decorative lights above it all, placed around a small mirror. 

He wants all of that. 

He wants light and living things and greenery – he never had plants at home – he wants softness and cute little items, he wants to listen if the seashell still roars with the crashing waves were he to bring it to his ear. His mama always told him seashells remember the ocean because it used to be their home…

He wants her to light a honeyed candle and give him a bite of that apple, catch the juice as it runs down his scarred chin, or better yet, kiss it away before it falls. He wants to taste what's between her thighs. She must taste like honey and heaven.

One of the drawers is open, and from it, a torrent of cute little underthings is spilling out; they almost cascade on the floor. In different colors, too, and his hand reaches out and takes one before he can even think. He steals it like it's candy, then turns around with a stiff back and shoulders heavy from the sin he just committed.

He's about to go to the door, but her soft breathing calls him back. He tries to calm the demon - the girl can't steal anything: there's nothing left to steal. He has no soul, so he doesn't have to fear her either. 

Taking a few steps, he takes the peek he shouldn't take because it will only prolong his sentence in purgatory. Little does the demon know that he would suffer eternally for one little glimpse… 

She's not cocooned inside her blanket as he thought she would be. He thought he would find her coiled into a fetal position, curled into safety, but instead, she's sleeping on her back, arms spread next to her face, looking like she just fell from heaven and is feeling a little dizzy from the fall. She's calm and innocent as the moonlight brushes her cheek, her face free from all worry.

Why is she so cute, why is she so sweet? 

She has no right. She should be up in heaven.

He almost crawls on top of her right then and there, because blinding want is nothing compared to this. He wants to breathe her, breathe with her, hold her gently, and have her smile at him when she wakes up. He doesn't want to ruin her… He just wants a taste, see if an angel would like to have a demon worship her. If his worship would mean anything, if it had any power to persuade her to like him... 

He would never kneel before anyone, but he would kneel before her. In spirit, he is on his knees, and the only thing that makes him suffer is the fear that she might not want him, a ruined temple haunted by old, hateful spirits.

The madness was right. Apparently, there was a soul to steal, a tiny broken mosaic piece left, for the angel has it now. She owns what's left of him, the haunted temple is hers if she would ever want to come visit. He would restrain all those monsters so that she can walk freely and explore all the things buried under the rubble.

Her underwear burns his palm like a flower on fire. He only then realizes that there are no actual flowers in her room. He wonders if she would give him a kiss if he were to bring her one. Or two. Or an entire bouquet…

The demon inside cuts him with a searing blade – stupid idiot – she doesn't want to kiss your mauled face or love your ghouls. There's no treasure hidden inside that filthy rubble, there's only shit and blood and festering vomit. Better to just take her right now, see how tight she is, how wide her eyes go when a proper man comes to assert his will and authority. The demon tells him to at least ruin that cute thing in his hand and throw it on the table. Imagine her shocked little face when she wakes up…

Tears brim, and the maw of hell laughs with a roar of raging fire. He forces both down with a swallow and a wrench that shuts his heart.

There's no way she would ever let a man like him inside her. He's a sickness; no, he's an entire plague. He could try to make love to her, and she would only cry and bleed to death.

The smooth place between her brows gains a wrinkle as if she can hear his thoughts but doesn't agree with them. A little whimper escapes her nose, her head nods on the pillow; it looks like an attempt to hide while you're tied and cannot move. 

Pretty angel is having a nightmare, and it's no wonder. Of course she can sense she's being visited by a monster. 

He turns to leave, and notices another colorful thing on the floor: her underwear, and not clean. She's slipped out of it before bed: his angel is naked under that blanket. His angel sleeps naked…

He wonders if she has touched herself before sleep. Not with feverish, stern hands, like he does, but softly, under that blanket, with her features melting into pleasure as she comes with sighs and a series of desperate little whimpers. 

His blood turns to hellfire as he drops the underwear he's holding. It falls right next to the intoxicating thing he picks up instead. Taking a deep inhale, he can finally smell her. Not just her perfume, but her. She smells of an angel and a woman, raw, perfect woman, and he knows he's lost. This is worse than any dream or demon; this is worse than anything ever before. There's no going back now. 

Her scent calls to him, those hands frame her face in a gesture of surrender. She smiled at him on that day under the sun, and she smiled at him today.

What if he's spent enough time in hell? What if it's possible to have a taste of heaven?

He can't help but wonder if his angel wants this too... 

“Engel,” he whispers into the night.

It takes only a second before she whimpers again. It's an answer, it's a yes, and his heart is full of tiny needles; they pinch him with terrible love and hope. The wrinkle has smoothed out, and his angel is smiling very, very softly. 

She's calling for him. How could he refuse?

His angel is full of light as he makes his decision. He whispers his apology, only in his mind and only in German, trusting that angels must know every language in the world. He asks for her forgiveness for all the things he's about to do to her. Then he promises he will come for her, that she doesn't need to worry: she has a guardian now and always will. She will be forever safe with him by her side. He will drive even her nightmares away.

Then he returns to his room so different from hers, returns to the realm of death and worships the thing he just stole, spraying it with hot, white love - the only thing inside him that can be called pure, the color of angels. It's only a matter of time before he gets to worship her in the flesh, unite with her, the soul who forgave his sins and slipped him the key to heaven.

#könig x reader #könig x you #könig fanfiction #yandere könig #soft yandere #male yandere #obsessive love #cw: stalking #cw: dark content

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Can't catch me now- Simon "Ghost" Riley

Photo credits: @ave661 ---- No mentions of reader, angst, comfort? fluff? death of character ----

"GHOST!" 

It was too late, the body hit the ground. Simon Joseph Riley was pronounced dead. Gunshot to the head, his heart penetrated by the bullet and the ones to witness this are his mates from the team. His blood ran down the rocky mountain. The team witnesses something. During this whole mission, they only experienced rain and thunder, to their surprise, the second Simon dies, the sun shines through the clouds. A rainbow was born over the horizon. "Enjoy your new home, soldier," Captain Price nods at his own words as with glee he knows his comrade is finally home. "Take it easy," Gaz takes his cap on and looks at the sun that pours from the clouds. "Tell Soap we'll meet him for drinks someday," Price adds and fights back tears.

 It's the end of an era but the beginning of a good life for the two past comrades. 

Three days later, there he is, his body in that casket, a proper military funeral given to him and he is laid to rest with the rest of his family. 

Simon opens the door to his childhood home, the sun rays casting through the window, the walls grey and white "Welcome home, son," his mum greets him. There is confusion in Simon. Why was he here? is this a dream? Before he can even gather his thoughts, his brother, nephew and even his sister-in-law walk into the entryway and hug him. "Welcome home, brother," Tommy whispers as he hugs a confused Simon. 

Why is his dead family here? Welcome home! what does this mean?

Oh...

Oh by all luck, he's dead. 

"Mum?" 

"Yes, Simon?" the woman's sweet voice rings in his ears. 

All of a sudden, he is excited and happy. A smile creeps into his lips and there it was, that good feeling. He is home. His body doesn't ache, the scars are gone and all that is left with him is a smile and an afterlife where in this one, he finally has it all. 

"The girls are in the kitchen," his mum whispers. 

His wife and girls? There it is, that smile. He hasn't seen them since their funeral, this must mean he truly is in heaven. 

He walks past his mother and goes into the kitchen. The sight is too much to not just stop and idolise. His wife, his three daughters and those smiles and giggles. "Girls?" His voice is raspy. There is a knot in his throat. He is home with them too. "Daddy!" His youngest smiles and runs to him with her small arms open, his two other daughters follow suit. 

"Oh, my loves," his big arms wrapping over all of his daughters. Tears run down, happy ones. It's been two years since he last held them this way. "My lovie," Simon holds his arm out so his sweet wife can join this moment. That gentle and soft hand of hers, god it's like the heavens finally gave him peace. He sobs, it's uncontrollable and how can a man like him control such tears when after so long of losing his family...families to his job he finally has both? 

He gives kisses to all their foreheads. "Daddy, what took so long?" His eldest little princess asks. "I don't know princess, but I'm finally home," he reassures and hugs her again. Those tears run down yet again and he won't stop them. 

This is his heaven. The walls, the giggles, the hugs, and that familiar scent. Heaven is not clouds and a pearly gate for him, no, but it is this. A kitchen, his four loves, his mum, Tommy, Joseph and even Beth, everyone that has ever mattered to him is here and for once, he is in heaven. 

"Uncle Soap!" Joseph smiles. 

Soap?...Johnny?

"About time you came to the party, LT," Soap pats Simon's back. 

"Great to see you, mate." 

"Likewise. I held onto a good bottle for ya, yer girl won't let me open it though," Soap sends a teasing annoyed look at Simons's wife and a small chuckle escapes Simon. 

"She's a stubborn one, like yer, Lt." Soap teases. "I married her for a reason, isn't it right, love?" Simon can't help but smile as he gets to finally say that nickname again. "Very, Si." What a sweet delight, to have his pretty girl call him that again. 

"Price and Gaz joining?"

"Not yet, give them a few good years."

"Daddy, let's go play outside!" 

This is what he missed. The demands from his princess, the giggles, the big eyes and that pout when he would say no. "Okay, but only before your mum wipes that chocolate stain from your nose." He chuckles. "Deal," the little girl runs back to Simons's wife. 

From a corner, Simon sees Tommy. He's playing catch with his son, laughing at some dumb joke. 

It's beautiful. It's painfully beautiful how one can die on Earth but live in their heaven. 

One soldier dreams of this, they yearn for it and that is what Simon did for nearly 28 years. Now, all he has is this. No more war, no more aches, no one to chase. He can grow in this home again. He will live the life he always dreamed and right now, that is all he wants and needs. 

Yeah, you thought that this was the end

A/N: I honestly don't know where this was heading so....im sorry if it's shit

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I Know The End

Pairings: Roronoa Zoro x f!reader, platonic strawhats x f!reader

Summary: This is based on one of my favorite songs, I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers, and I take the meaning of this song as a "when you're at the bottom, the only way is up" kind of song. Reader is a friend of Nami, she has air powers and joins the Strawhats after they help her save her town.

Warnings: Mild East Blue spoilers, kinda OC Zoro, typical OP violence, otherwise pure fluff, no use of Y/N

WC: 3.7κ

A/N: Oi, hello there! This is my first One Piece fanfic, took me a bit more than I expected but I did it! I have another one for my first request on the way, but since this is my first, I had to post one about my fave! Also, I'm sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Anyways, hope you enjoy it, and if you do, pretty please leave a comment! Requests are open! ❤️

“I’m not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado, I’m gonna chase it. I gotta go now, I know. Driving out into the sun, let the ultraviolet cover me up. Went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips… A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall, slot machines, fear of God… Big bolt of lightning hanging low. Over the coast everyone’s convinced it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship.”

Feeling out of place is something you get used to when living in this part of the East Blue and seek adventure; it is called the weakest sea for some reason after all. Even if she loved her living place, she disliked the fact that people mostly minded their own business without blinking an eye to the suffering and corruption around them. She couldn’t entirely blame them; it wasn’t an easy thing caring about neighboring regions when your own was constantly hit by natural disasters, causing deaths and lifetime labors destroyed.

She had just learned that the Conomi Islands had been freed by Arlong’s cruel rule after eight whole years. She wondered how Nami was. They had met a couple of years ago when she caught her rummaging her family’s vault and helped her through it without getting her caught. She hid her in her room while the Navy was looking for the thief. She didn’t need the money and it was obvious to her that Nami did. Nami was her first real friend. The week they spent together, drinking and getting to know each other, talking about their backstories, their wants and plans for the future was the best in her life. She had promised that after she’d buy her village back and free it, she’d come to see her again. She hadn’t heard from Nami since.

They said it was because of the Marines the islands were liberated. She could never believe that for one second. Her curious personality always managed to get her into the Navy’s business, making her family’s influence and prestige on the island take a hit every time she got into trouble with them. She couldn’t help that all this talk from the Marines about justice and keeping the peace made her want to throw up on their shiny uniforms. She knew it was all an act for them and their allies to maintain power. How could Marines talk about values when regions and people were enslaved and the Navy turned a blind eye instead of helping, just for power and some berries?

Her dream was to end all that fake order and bring actual freedom to those in need; to become a freedom fighter and help people. She needed the right opportunity but also, she had to take advantage of every situation if she wanted to get away from that place someday and seek what she so wholeheartedly craved. So she learned her family’s secrets and strengths. It’s not every day you see generations of people knowing how to yield the air around them, giving them a bunch of abilities like flying or sucking the air out of their enemies’ lungs or causing hurricanes of every size. She knew when to play nice and be obedient so that her parents would teach her their ways, thinking that she would grow out of her rebellious phase, would learn about and protect her family’s rule. It’s not an easy task for them to cover up the Navy’s dirt on the island after all.  

The more she mastered her power, the more she could see that something was wrong with her family. She had started to notice the patterns. Every time the island was hit by a storm or a natural disaster, they were never home. At first, it would make sense that they’d go and help their people. Then, after the storms, her island’s Navy unit and its captain started collecting “taxes” for rebuilding the infrastructures. Thing was, the taxes would constantly go up, bringing inhabitants to their knees. Meanwhile, her family didn’t seem affected at all. They would just roam the island, giving advices and pacifying the angry voices that protested the Navy. So, she decided, in the next hurricane, she would learn her parents and older siblings’ sketchy business. She had to know what was the cause of all this and what she could do to change it.

~

Meeting new people travelling between islands and seas was a fascinating thing. She loved hearing stories about their adventures, about different places and bigger dangers, fights between pirates and marines or about the golden age of piracy. About the Grand Line, the different weather conditions in each island, the devil fruits and the abilities they gave their users. She would always wander through the port, looking for more myths coming to life by the sailors that docked their ships on her island for supplies.

When she spotted a beautiful pirate caravel, with a sheep figurehead in its bow and its Jolly Roger with a straw hat, docked in their port, she felt a strange wave of excitement and peace. She couldn’t explain it but that beautiful ship radiated so much love and care, like it had a soul of its own and a smile that made everyone feel like home if they stepped into it. She stood there, admiring it from afar, when she felt someone standing next to her.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Her name is Merry! She’s my ship.”

She turned to look at the stranger. A boy around the same age as hers, with a small scar under his right eye and a straw hat on his head, and that made her assume this was the captain. He had a smile so vibrant, it reminded her of the sun. His energy was so welcoming, she felt like she could be friends with him on a whim.

“Hello. She is indeed a sight to behold.”

She gave him a warm smile back, raising her hand to introduce herself.

“That’s a pretty name. I’m Luffy, and I’m gonna be King Of The Pirates!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, but it had no malice. She loved dreamers, being one herself, and even if she met that boy only a couple of minutes ago, she could see he would give everyone in the world a run for their money. A gust of wind blew, taking his hat away, and before he could react, she brought it back to him through the air around her. She placed it on his head and gave him a toothy grin.

“There! You can’t be King Of The Pirates without your trademark, right?”

“THANK YOU! YOU’VE GOT AIR POWERS? THAT’S SO COOL! YOU SHOULD JOIN OUR CREW!”

She was dumbfounded by his enthusiasm and his abrupt proposal. Never had she met anyone like him, so thrilled by her presence and her little air tricks. Before she could reply, she heard footsteps and another male voice behind her.

“Oi Luffy, stop scaring people by asking them to join us like that, will you?”

She turned to look at the deeper voice, and for a moment it felt like lighting coursing through her veins. Taller and more muscular than the boy next to her, he looked a bit older than them both, with short green hair and eyes gray as steel, three golden earrings that gleamed in the sunlight graced his left ear. He had a sharp gaze that radiated a strong and confident energy, one that lacked fear or hesitation. She never believed in love at first sight, but this felt as close as she could imagine it would feel. The man approached them and introduced himself to her.

“Roronoa Zoro? As in ‘Pirate Hunter’ Zoro? In a pirate crew?”

Of course she had heard of his reputation. Who didn’t know the infamous bounty hunter swordsman in the East Blue? He chuckled at her surprise.

“Yeah, well, long story short, this guy here has an effect of convincing people easily.”

“There you are, you idiots! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! We’re not here for me to babysit you not getting lost, we’re here to find my-”

She heard a familiar female shriek before she felt soft arms around her, squeezing her tight, and she immediately knew who it was. She could never forget her best friend’s hugs. She returned the hug as she screamed Nami’s name, before they both started to cry tears of joy. Her hand grabbed her upper arm, and she felt deep scars where her Arlong tattoo should be but was replaced by another, prettier one.

“I was so worried about you! I learned what happened to your village and I didn’t know what to think!”

“You should have known I’d be okay, you know I always pull through. Although, these guys were the greatest help I could get. They are the reason I’m freed and I wanted to keep my promise to you.”

She looked at the boys around them with gratitude, two more joining them, a blond boy wearing a suit, who looked like he would burst into flames from the heart eyes on his face and another one with wavy hair, a long nose and mischief in his eyes.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping my friend. She means the world to me!”

“Whoa, Nami’s your friend? Now you should definitely join our crew! We’ve heard so much about you, the only reason we stopped here before Loguetown was to find you!” Luffy said with enthusiasm.

“Yes, it’s not every day you hear someone born into money giving them away without question, hiding the thief in addition and fighting their way to get them out safely. You must be quite the character.” Zoro smirked at her.

“And to add to that, you’re also a sight to behold, my lady!” the blond boy said as he kissed her hand and introduced himself as Sanji, making her laugh at his advances.

“We’ve heard you have a great mind for plans too. Could use a strategist in this group of idiots that run into danger head on. I always device a plan to beat my enemies. I’m Usopp by the way.”

She was dumbfounded to say the least, taking them all and their kind words in. She met these guys a few moments ago, yet never had she felt such a feeling of being so welcomed by the people around her, she was so used to being ignored that this interaction almost made her sob. She kissed Nami’s cheek before letting her go.

“I… thank you guys… you’re all so sweet… but I don’t think I’m that good-”

“Bullshit, you’ll be the smartest person besides me in this crew. Come on now, I know how much you long to get the hell out of this place, they’ve never appreciated you anyways, and I don’t think anything changed since we met.” Nami proclaimed, smiling at her.

“No… not much anyway. I just learned how to use my powers now… Look, I don’t know what to think of this, I have-”

A loud rumble shook the earth below them. She felt the temperature drop rapidly and she knew what was coming. Now was her chance to find out the truth she looked for, the one that could possibly make her decide to cut ties with her family if her speculations were true. She turned to the Strawhats, as they called themselves, and smiled brightly.

“Thank you guys. But I have to run now. There are rooms for rent down this road, run and cover yourselves and don’t come out before the storm passes. Maybe I’ll see you around after that.”

As they started to protest, she flew off to the source of the hurricane she could see coming from afar.

And sure enough, the feeling of throwing up from disgust and despair overwhelmed her when she arrived at the source. She saw her family controlling the hurricanes and lightings that hit her island, and the Navy captain, who she knew was a devil fruit user, was shaking the ground, causing the earthquake, while his Unit watched from the sidewalks. Bodies were scattered around damaged buildings, scenery of pure horror. Before she could react to stop this, she felt boulders hitting her, splitting her lips and bruising her body, blood running down her jaw as she fell down.

~

Logically, everything fell into place. Emotionally, nothing made sense. She couldn’t comprehend how she could have been raised by such cruel people. Her eyes welled up with tears, but not from the pain she felt on her body, but from the sight in front of her, as her parents approached her, proclaiming she was not mature enough to understand their family’s best interest and how she has always been such a disappointment, never listening, never following orders, an annoying, meddling child.

“Do whatever you want; we can’t do anything about her anymore.” Her parents proclaimed to the navy captain as he too approached.

“You’ve always been a pain in the ass and I can finally get rid of you.” The captain proclaimed as he unsheathed his sword.

She closed her eyes but she never felt the blade on her skin. The captain’s scream echoed as his arm got cut off from the shoulder, his sword hitting the ground.

“Swords are not toys, captain. You don’t get to play with them.”

Her head spin to the male voice behind her and her eyes widen as she saw the five pirates ready to fight. Zoro was the closest to her, having drawn one of his swords that was now covered in blood, leaving a clean cut on the marine’s shoulder. Usopp was standing a few feet behind, a slingshot in his hand as he shoot at the navy soldiers, the collision ended in blasts and the soldiers started to run away. Nami was holding a strange, long, steel pole that seemed by its use to control the weather around them with air bubbles.

“You’re not hurting a lady on my watch.” Sanji proclaimed before his leg collided with the bleeding captain’s face, kicking him to the ground.

“He was already done, curlybrows.”

“Shut your mouth, marimo!”

They were bickering as if they all were not in a life or death situation. The most shocking thing was Luffy, who was stretching his body as he was wielding what seemed to be the bark of a tree around, taking soldiers and her family with it.

“Nami said you had problems with your family. You seemed worried. So we followed you.” He said with a toothy grin.

Zoro grabbed her hand and raised her from the ground.

“You know how to fight I assume?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well then, let’s give them hell, pretty girl.”

~

Either way, we’re not alone. I’ll find a new place to be from. A haunted house with a picket fence, to float around and ghost my friends. I’m not afraid to disappear. The billboard said "The End Is Near". I turned around, there was nothing there. Yeah, I guess the end is here.”

And sure enough, she couldn’t believe the six of them managed to stop the destruction while fighting the whole navy unit and her family combined, who were now running away from the angry crowd that had assembled when the hurricanes stopped and saw the whole thing happening.

“You guys… I can’t thank you enough-”

“Pffff, that was nothing, it was funny being blown away, felt like flying hehe.” Luffy laughed as he grabbed her in a hug. “You’re Nami’s friend, so you are our friend too!”

She had started crying by now as she hugged Luffy back, the feelings she felt in that moment couldn’t be described.

“I think… I think I’ll join you guys!”

~

A week had passed since her family fled off the island that was now filled with marines who listed the damages and arrested their own dirty kind. They had made a futile attempt to take the strawhats in, and before they would even start a fight, the people of the island wreaked havoc, not even letting them close to their saviors. She took the crew in the house that was now hers.

She helped Nami move all the gold from the house onto their ship. She gave Usopp advices for his trinkets and how they would fly through the air easier. She cooked with Sanji and then would catalog the storages that would be taken with them to their journey, with Luffy receiving several kicks from the cook because he tried to eat everything. She had never had so much fun in her life as she had with them. Her favorite moments came at night, usually spent drinking with Zoro. They had talked about their childhoods, he had told her about his family how died when he was a toddler, his promise to his childhood friend who died way before her time, how he acquired that big scar across his chest. The more she got to know him, the more connected she felt to him, like a final puzzle piece falling right in to place.

On their last night, everyone was fast asleep, getting the rest they’d need since they would cross the entrance to the Grand Line the next day. But her anticipation wouldn’t let her sleep. After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, she got off her bed and walked around the house, taking it in one last time. She had decided to gift it to a large family whose home got destroyed. It was a fact that she didn’t want anything to do with that place anymore. Tomorrow morning her life would change forever. Her mind leading her nowhere in particular, she walked to her terrace. The wind, soft and gentle, rustled through the leaves of the trees, creating a soothing melody, and she could see the sea ahead, illuminated by the moon, which casted a silvery glow on the water. It was a peaceful scene, yet she could feel her heart racing when she saw Zoro sitting on the bench of her terrace, polishing his swords. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked as he glanced at her.

“I… I guess I’m nervous about tomorrow.”

“It must be a little overwhelming, I guess. Don’t worry though, we’re a good crew, we’ll take care of you.”

A small smile played on his lips. His words were reassuring, but there was something else in his tone, something that made her heart skip a beat. She bit her lip, walking to the edge of the terrace, her hands holding on to the railing as she tried to find the right words to say.

“I know I’ll be safe with you, guys. It’s just… it feels like the end is near for me in this place… and being in a pirate crew is going to be something so new and big… and I don’t feel like I bring a lot on the table…”

He chuckled softly as he placed his swords down, walking towards to stand next to her, taking her hand in his to give a firm squeeze.

“The end is near for this part of your life, indeed. But you’re strong, you’re brave, and you’re a great fighter. You’ve been through a lot and yet you’re one of the kindest people I’ve met, still standing here, ready to face whatever comes next. That takes a lot of courage, and it takes character. I think you bring a lot, and you’re going to fit right in with us. You’re not alone.”

She smiled shyly, feeling warmth spread through her chest, her eyes almost welling up. He smiled back, his expression genuine.

“Thank you, Zoro. You really have no idea how much that means.”

“I think I do. I know what it’s like to be uncertain about the future, to feel like you don’t belong anywhere. But you belong with us now. You’re going to make a great crewmate. It’s good to have you on board. I have a feeling you’re going to surprise all of us with what you can do.” He paused, his expression a bit more serious. “And… if you need to talk… or vent or… anything… I’m here.”

A deep blush crept up across her cheeks. “I… thank you… for everything. Same goes for me.”

She felt her heart flutter as he continued to hold her hand, her stare moving to meet his gaze. She couldn’t help but feel more at ease with him and he couldn’t deny the way he felt either.

“For now, I think we should just enjoy being together and explore this new thing we’ll find ourselves in. Who knows what kind of trouble we’ll stumble upon?”

“I’m looking forward to seeing what awaits us.” She leaned a bit closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And I’m looking forward to get to know you better too.”

It was time for his heart to skip a beat at her words. Her eyes widened but before she could shy away, he leaned in closer, and their lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, a slow, gentle brushing of lips. The sounds of the forest faded away, leaving only the beating of their hearts and the rush of blood in their ears.

~

“Take care!”

“Come back soon!”

“Sorry I was mean to you, can’t wait to see you again!”

“Be safe and make us proud!”

“Don’t disappear!”

Most of the town’s people were at the port to give their regards to the strawhats and her. The others were already abroad, her being the last to climb the rope ladder on to her new home. She turned around before hoping on to the deck, and took in how weird and eerie her town looked now, like looking at a haunted house from afar.

“So, the end is near, then?”

She lifted her head to see Zoro’s smirk as he gave her his hand to lift her on to the ship. Someone shouted at her to not disappear. She wasn’t afraid of that. She was afraid of staying still. Her head turned around one last time and she saw nothing there.

“Yeah, I guess, the end is here.”

And she took his hand.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #zoro opla #zoro fluff #zoro one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #straw hat crew #roronoa zoro fanfiction #opla!zoro x reader

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Could you write headcanons fluffy/romantic of rayman or Ramon please and thank you

Thank you so much for the request , it’s actually my first one :D

Hope this turned out well ! 

I ended up splitting up the headcanons given how different both personalities are , hope that’s okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

some swear words are present in Ramon’s part , but other than that no warnings are needed

Rayman 🧡

Given the fact that Rayman has felt incredibly lonely pretty much his whole life , as soon as you showed him genuine kindness and interest in him without focusing on his fame he immediately took a liking to you : 

despite his seemingly very smooth demeanor , he was actually very nervous about confessing his eventual feelings for you , terrified of being rejected yet again … 

But that wasn’t the case , and let me tell you , Rayman will forever treasure the moment you told him those 4 words he was so afraid of never hearing from anyone in his life . 

He wants to know everything you like , and by everything I mean absolutely everything : 

Rayman loves to listen to you gushing about your passions and hobbies , and if you ever need something specific you will find it on your desk with an almost unnatural quickness …

< Wh - are those the acrylics I mentioned just a few minutes ago ? > 

< They sure are ! I also made sure to get you all the colors I could get my hands on , now you’ll have no trouble finishing your piece . > 

 < Ray , thank you so much ! You shouldn’t have … > 

< Anything for you , honey ~ > 

Whenever the two of you go out on a date , Rayman definitely doesn’t waste the opportunity to bring you to the most amazing ( and low key expensive ) places in the city , and this especially happened during your first dates : he really , really wanted to leave a good impression on you , though if you tell him that you’d rather spend time with him in a more quiet place he definitely won’t be unhappy to hang out either at his lounge or at your place … 

He wants you to be comfortable with him at all times .

I like to think that Rayman loves to receive kisses on his nose : whenever you walk by him and surprise him with one , this man will positively melt … 

You will definitely earn a cuddling session for when he’s done with his shows . 

He loves to hold your hand whenever you go outside , also as a way to show everyone around that this lovely person is with him , JUST him .

Some might see this as a bit excessive , but regardless of how long you two have been together Rayman is deep down still worried that he might not be good enough and that you might leave him someday , so if you reassure him on this you will definitely make him happy …

< You know I won’t ever leave you , right Ray ? You’re the only one for me , this won’t ever change . > 

< Heh … I know y/n … thank you . > 

Ramon 🖤

Now that he knows that he’s been used by Eden all these years , Ramon’s once cheerful demeanor has definitely changed a lot … but his love for you didn’t : 

the fact that you’re choosing to stay by his side despite the dangers that you two might have to face just makes his adoration for you grow even more , and he wants to make sure that no one will dare to hurt his sweetheart .

He might need to be comforted more often … 

Ramon feels horrible about letting all those terrible things Eden did just slip by him , so when the guilt becomes too much he just walks over to you and buries his face in your chest , your genuinely loving words and the sound of your heartbeat giving him a peace that nothing else is able to make him feel .

< You couldn’t have known , love … if Eden tricked you , it’s not something you can blame yourself for . We’ll figure this out , I promise . > 

< … thank you y/n … I … really needed this . > 

< Don’t mention it , Ram . >

If you’re feeling cold , no matter how many degrees it is outside and how much you protest , Ramon will cover you up with his coat .

< Stop it ! It’s freezing out here , you can’t just - > 

< I can … and I will . > 

< Uh , I don’t think so ! 

Here , give me a second … 

There , we can just share it , no reason for you to be cold . > 

< I … 

Pfft … I love you so much y/n . > 

< I love you too , Ram ~ > 

If you ever do get actually hurt by someone ? 

Ohh boy , whoever did it is in trouble … 

Ramon is going to track them down no matter how long it takes , and you better believe he’ll blow so many holes in them that not even their corpse will be remotely recognizable .

< N-no ! PLEASE HAVE MERCY !!! > 

< Heh … should’ve thought about that before putting your hands on y/n , you FUCKING BASTARD ! > 

After he’s done with making the person resign from life , Ramon is going to immediately come back to you to stay by your side if you’ve been badly wounded , constantly apologizing for not being able to keep you safe and also telling you to never ever do something that dangerous again . 

Ramon loves you so much , he just doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you were gone …

Ramon has grown to become even more physically affectionate than before , and whenever the two of you have are alone for a moment he will just hold you in his arms , giving you loving kisses while whispering sweet nothings in your ear , his deep voice rarely failing to make you blush …

< y/n , you’re so beautiful … I never want to lose you , you’re the one thing keeping me sane in this goddamn hellhole … you’re my everything … > 

He keeps this to himself , but the reason Ramon does this is also because he isn’t even sure if the two of you are going to survive your mission of getting rid of all the oppressors of hybrids in the city .

He wants his moments with you to be engraved in his memory , because if everything were to fall apart the next day he would at least remember his beloved before the end …

You’re his very own ray of hope , after all . 

#x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #captain laserhawk #rayman #rayman x reader #gender neutral reader

[the-eeveekins]

Prospera: my more serious thoughts on her and her character.

Like Suletta, I fully support Prospera's actions. You can't show me the Prologue where her whole life is violently taken from her and NOT expect me to root for her. She's just as much a victim of Delling’s actions and the systemic oppression of Earthians as many of the other characters in the show. I feel like a lot of people who don't empathize or sympathize with her either haven't seen the Prologue or haven't watched it since it was released nearly a year ago.

Yes, she did terrible things along the way, especially to Suletta, Eri and Miorine; but Suletta affirmed her choice of trying to help Eri over revenge (and arguably, affirmed her very existence in the process), Eri agreed with Suletta's choice, and even Miorine was willing to accept her as family if it was the decision of her fiancée. Fixing those mistakes will take time, years even, and who knows if Miorine especially will ever forgive her, but she has that time and she has that chance. I love that the show gave her a second chance at the life she was robbed of and a chance to make amends and fix her mistakes. Most shows would have killed her outright or gone with the Redemption Equals Death trope. Characters like her, especially female characters, almost never get that chance.

And, personally speaking, the scene where Suletta pulls her into the data storm is one of my favorites in the show. She gets to speak with the memories of her colleagues and Nadim, and express her guilt for deciding to focus on Eri's future at the expense of avenging them, only for Suletta and Eri to affirm her choice and tell her it's time to move forward. The mask breaks, Prospera "dies" and Elnora finally gets to hold Eri again and apologize to both of her daughters. It's one of the most cathartic moments in the show, a perfect conclusion to the Mercury family story and it brings me to tears every time.

I know not everyone is thrilled by Suletta's acceptance of her mom after everything she did to her, but I think it's highly appropriate: she loves people unconditionally more than anyone, understands Elnora did what she did from a place of love and selfishly wants to be with her whole family, mistakes and all. And again: Elnora is as much a victim in this show as anyone else. And even if Suletta accepted her mother, it's not like G-Witch forgave every awful parent of their sins: as I mentioned here, Delling may have surived, but his power to oppress is gone, he's under investigation for his crimes and by all accounts he's no longer a part of Miorine's life. We never see her forgive her father for what he did, and to be honest, I don't think she ever does. It's a hand she only extenda to Prospera because of her selfless love for Suletta.

And that brings us to one of my major issues surrounding Prospera: the difference in how certain parts of the fandom treat Prospera and Delling. The greatest trick Delling ever played was being a little nicer to his daughter before falling into a coma for half the show. Suddenly so many people forgot all he'd done and were willing to forgive his past actions and offer him up for redemption, all while condemning Prospera to death for her actions and claiming she was unredeemable.

It just reeks of the usual fandom sexism with it's double standards towards male and female characters. I just found the idea that Delling was redeemable but Prospera wasn't to be wrong, and find it especially frustrating the way people still tend to focus on Prospera's wrongs while ignoring Delling's.

Still, I think she's an amazing character, one of my favorites of all time. I'm so glad the show stuck the landing on her ending, not only giving her a chance to attone for her mistakes, but also giving her back the peaceful family life cruelly taken from her in the past. Mending her relationship with Suletta, Eri and Miorine will not be easy, it will take time and care and effort, but I believe someday those bonds will be repaired and they will truly become a family with mutual love for each other.

#lady prospera #prospera mercury #elnora samaya #delling rembran #g witch #the witch from mercury #gundam the witch from mercury

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THANK YOU to everyone who sent in a headcanon request! Please comment or reblog and let me know how you feel about some of these. And if you can think of any other details you'd like to know more about, let me know!

Roo and BG

1. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Roo and Baby Girl are pretty chill on their date nights. Usually a beach walk with Tramp after some pizza is what they want. But a perfect date for them might include Roo taking BG back up to Del Mar to visit the hot sauce restaurant and the silent disco from their first date. 

2. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids’ movie?

Baby Girl is going to be the one in tears saying, "Why the fuck did this stupid movie make me cry?" while Roo chuckles and rubs her back.

3. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Roo likes hitting it from the back. I would venture to say that having sex in the kitchen with his now wife bent over the kitchen counter might be his favorite. He loved the way she fills out her khaki uniform pants from the very first moment he first saw her, so I think he really likes her ass. 

4. Where does Roo see himself in ten years? Where does BG see herself in ten years?

I love this question. Roo probably sees himself in a bit of a different role as an aviator. Perhaps dividing his time between flying and teaching. I've touched a little bit on him being a guest teacher at Top Gun, but I think that's a role he could eventually be really comfortable with. Baby Girl's career goal is to be the head of her own lab. I think she'd be happy to stay in San Diego for her whole career since she established her place there even before she met Roo. But I think I can speak for both of them when I say that in ten years, they would love to be parents. 

5. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

6. For your headcanon party... How many kids do Bradley and BG have?

Bradley and Baby Girl have [REDACTED]. And we will get into that even more in Always Ever Only You. 

7. Roo and Baby Girl: what are their dream vacations?

I think they would love to go back to Hawaii someday and relive their honeymoon. I also think a hot sauce/spicy food trip through South America or Asia might be in their future. I could also see them in a cabin on a snowy northern California mountainside, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet. 

Beer Boy and Sugar

1. A little Heady for Beer Boy and Sug. Favorite place to have sex in the frat house?

Kitchen counter or on the beer pong table. 

2. How many kids do Beer Boy and Sugar want to have or do they not care how many they have?

Beer Boy would probably have as many kids as Sugar wanted. But I don't see her getting pregnant again after this. It's a one and done for her, because she is very serious about her career. Peep more of this in the upcoming Grateful Dad part 2.

3. Who is more possessive, Sugar or Beer Boy?

Beer Boy. I don't think Sugar is very jealous, and that plays a big part here. Beer Boy on the other hand has shown himself to be possessive of his Sugar when it comes to certain fraternity brothers of his and certain coworkers of hers. 

4. What do you think would have happened if Beer Boy and Sugar had run into one another when she was in grad school?

Wow, okay. If Beer Boy and Sugar had run into each other while she was still in grad school... I think they would have had that instant chemistry again. I think it would have felt a bit like the beginning of Right Girl, Wrong Time when they spent the night together after their ten years apart. But I don't think either of them were at a place where they could have really made it work out, even if they wanted to. Bradley was still all over the place with the navy, and Sugar was still working at such a crazy pace to get her PhD. And I think that if they ran into each other after four years apart, they wouldn't have had that same opportunity they got after ten years. 

5. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Their perfect date is a night at the movies where they just make out through the entire thing. 

6. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

I actually don't see either of them doing this!

7. What is Sugar’s favourite work snack?

Beer Boy packs Sugar's school/work lunches when he's not deployed! I like to imagine that he packs her a little bento box with different things in it. I think her favorite snacks would be the fruit and nuts portions that he lovingly packed, knowing she would need some 'brain food' to get her through her day of teaching math.

8. What do Sugar and Beer Boy end up naming their future kiddo(s)/how many do they have?

Just you wait for The Grateful Dad part 2. We will learn more about [REDACTED] Bradshaw. 

9. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Beer Boy loves when Sugar rides him when he's sitting down. He also knows how much she likes riding his thigh and leaving him with a marked up pant leg. And surprise: he likes it, too.

10. What would be Sugar's reaction meeting Maverick after Beer Boy told her about him pulling his papers?

I think Sugar will always be a little wary of Maverick. She met Bradley when he was still pretty fresh from the catastrophe of having his papers pulled. She saw how much that (along with losing his mom) affected his time in college. Sugar would be cordial to Maverick as long as Bradley told her that they were on good terms again, but I don't think she'd ever be a big fan.

11. I know this is so random, but for your HC party, I need to know, is/ was BeerBoy the frat bro who played cornhole or the frat bro who play disk golf?

Just beer pong.

12. What would Sugar have done with her degree if she hadn’t become a teacher? What was her second choice for her career?

Sugar always intended to be a college math professor. I think that was her goal early on when she realized just how freaking good she was at math, calculus in particular. If she didn't go into academia, I think she could have worked for NASA or Boeing or even a federal research lab!

13. Does Sugar plan to keep teaching after Jerry Garcia Bradshaw Bean is born? Or have they gotten that far yet?

Sugar does plan to keep teaching. She loves it a lot, and she doesn't want to take too much time off. She's kind of lucky she got a tenured position at San Diego State University, so she can at least take a little bit of time off after being pregnant (I could go on about how the structure of the American workforce and economy is designed to negatively impact women and minorities, but I'll just leave it right there).

14. Is Sugar her honorary call sign with the Daggers? I know they all have called her that, but she’s the only one who can call him Beer Boy, so do the same rules apply? Or is she just universally known as Sugar?

Nat knew all along that Bradley called her Sugar and that he was still in love with her when he started flight school. I think she would let Nat get away with calling her Sugar, but I also think that Nat is the dagger that she is the closest with. The two women fell into a fast friendship as soon as they met!

15. Is Bradley gonna be Beer Dad now, or just the grateful dad?

You know, I think he'd gladly answer to either one of those if Sugar said it! But he is forever the Grateful Dad. 

16. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Beer Boy and Sugar: Easy to Love You by Grateful Dead

17. I know deployment is covered a lot in your stories. How does Beer boy and Sugar handle it? I mean yeah they’ve been apart for 10 years but I’m sure after that it’s kind of hard for them to be separated from each other. How do they handle being separated again?

I think Sugar is a bit of a loner by nature. Being on her own doesn't particularly bother her, so she does pretty well without Bradley. She still misses him like crazy, of course, and she has a countdown to the minute he returns to her. But she spends her time alone being productive at work and having fun with Nat. Beer Boy is the one who kind of goes to pieces. He worries if Sugar is going to eat well without him at home, or keep the house clean, or remember to sleep. And he has a million photos of her over the past ten plus years on his phone that he spends all of his free time looking at. 

Coach and Kitten

1. Who says sorry first in an argument? Who can hold a grudge longest?

Kitten says she's sorry first. She will fold under that kind of pressure. After spending so many years with Danny, she turned into a bit of a people pleaser, but she's getting better about it now. Luckily Coach would never try to force her hand in an argument. He's quite patient and even tempered for the most part.

2. What about Coach and Kitten and their favorite sex position?

Coach loves going down on her. He's a pussy eating king. I'd say his favorite thing would be eating her out until she cums and then fucking her missionary until he cums. 

3. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Their perfect date is probably a night out at the batting cages with Everett. If they can get some time alone (if Bob and Molly watch Ev), a bottle of expensive champagne on the beach followed by some stargazing would be a perfect night.

4. Between Coach and Kitten, who is the "discipline" adult when it comes to Ev?

Kitten is the disciplinarian. Coach Bradley is the fun one. However, if Ev really, really needs to be disciplined because of something more egregious, I think Coach would step in. And I think Ev would definitely learn his lesson.

5. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

Kitten. I can see Kitten and Ev both scared or crying during a movie while Bradley has one arm wrapped around each of them.

6. So, we know Coach loves Kitten in leopard print. However, would Coach ever give Kitten a glimpse of him in leopard print? Ya know, maybe a leopard print banana hammock (iykyk)? I think Kitten would really enjoy that.

I am kind of speechless. He would look hot! I think Kitten would love it, too! And Bradley would find it kind of funny to wear it for her, but of course as soon as he knew she was into it, the thing would be on the floor. 

7. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

I answered this one above... Coach loves going down on her. He's a pussy eating king. I'd say his favorite thing would be eating her out until she cums and then fucking her missionary until he cums. 

8. Sooooooooo, we know that Coach and Ev are getting a Phillies man cave, and it’s also the guest bedroom. Would Coach and Kitten ever consider breaking it in?

100% they broke it in before the baseball decals were fully stuck to the walls. That's their favorite spot for a quickie. 

9. What's Coach's favorite part about living with Kitten and Everett?

Coach loves that he feels included. They all take care of little things for each other that make up the big picture. He also loves when Kitten packs him lunch in a brown bag with little hearts on it. He also loves helping Ev with his homework, because he gets drawings to take to work in return. 

10. Has Coach ever told Kitten about his mom and dad? What memories has he shared about Carole and Goose if he has?

Coach told Kitten all about Goose and Carole. And he told her that he was a little afraid that he was going to fail at being a good parental figure for Ev. But Kitten assured him that he was more than enough. I think that Coach told Everett about going to Phillies games with Goose when he was tiny (he even has a photo of it). And about how Carole got him the stuffed Phanatic after Goose died. And he told Ev that he's in charge of taking care of the Phanatic now. Also, Ev starts referring to Goose and Carole as his grandparents when he asks questions about them, and it makes Bradley cry (Grampa Goose and Gramma Carole).

11. I need to know everything the Coach fam does on their vacays to Philly, including but not limited to stalking Citizens Bank Park. I also need to know how many days start with a pork roll, egg, and cheese. (If it’s not everyday then I have some concerns)

Every day starts off with a pork roll, egg and cheese bagel. They visit the Liberty Bell and do all the touristy stuff in Old City. The boys laugh at how it looks like Ben Franklin is peeing off the top of City Hall. They visit the oldest zoo in the country. Then they eat soft pretzels and tomato pie for lunch. Kitten tries some water ice. Then when they get to Citizens Bank Park for the game, they are all decked out in their Phillies gear. Coach drinks a Yuengling. Kitten has a Yards Pale Ale. The three of them share cheesesteaks and crab fries. The Phillies win, and it's fireworks night. It's the best day of their lives. 

12. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Technically, Coach and Kitten's first dance was to Take Me Out to the Ball Game. But their song is Just Like Heaven by The Cure 

13. Kitten walking in on Ev when he has a girl in his room and he thought he was home alone.

Kitten would panic! It could be totally innocent. Like 16 year old Ev with a crush on their neighbor. But Kitten would absolutely panic and have a full family conversation about it that night. And then Bradley would end up having a conversation about sex with Ev which would make Ev want to die. But at least he would walk away knowing all about condoms and how to use them. 

14. Coach and Kitten: we all know that Kitten doesn't want to have another baby, but do you think that the two of them would ever consider adoption? Or is it just no more kids, period?

I don't know that adopting a child would be in their future. Kitten is so happy with Everett as an only child, and she wouldn't want to start over again with another baby. However, under certain circumstances, perhaps they would adopt.

Daddy and Princess

1. We already know that Daddy and Princess can’t get enough of each other…would pregnancy change that?

I think Daddy's hands would be on Princess constantly. He'd definitely have a bit of a breeding kink, and I think he'd love it if she were pregnant. It would probably also make him even more possessive. 

2. How is Daddy reacting if he ever runs into Greyson or the other two dimwits?

Punch in the face on sight. KO'd. 

3. Headcanon for Daddy and Princess. What is a date night like for them without Noah?

Without Noah, Daddy is going to take Princess out to a restaurant that she thinks is too expensive, but he's going to tell her a million times that nothing is too good for her. 

4. Who says sorry first in an argument? Who can hold a grudge longest?

Daddy apologizes first. Princess can hold a grudge, especially if she knows she is right. 

5. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Their perfect date with Noah would be taking him to the children's museum and then to the beach. Their perfect date without Noah would be a fancy dinner and then drinks at a speakeasy. 

6. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

Princess cries at all of them.

7. Between Daddy and Princess, who fell in love first and what happened to send them head over heels?

Daddy knew he was in love first. He was falling steadily in love with her as soon as he met her, but it took him a while to catch on. And he was ready to say it with intent after he rescued her from Greyson's frat house. Princess held out a bit longer, but then she just tumbled over the edge into love shortly after Bradley came clean about Meredith and the lawsuit. She was still surprised to hear him say the words, but she knew she was in love, too. 

8. What is Princess’s favourite book to read to Noah?

This is tough, because honestly she spends a lot of time reading to Noah. I think fairy tales, because Noah called her the Princess from so early on! 

9. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Daddy likes taking Princess so many ways. Missionary so he can watch her pretty face. Standing up in the shower is a favorite with him holding her against the wall. He also likes to make her squirt, and he knows how to do it like a pro now (overstimulation is key). 

10. Would Daddy ever consider having another baby? This time with Princess? I know they both love Noah to pieces, but is it in the cards for them?

Would Daddy consider another baby? Sign him up right now. The man is thinking about it all the time now that he's really with Princess. He'd start trying to get her pregnant tomorrow if she indicated that's what she wanted. Noah would be an amazing big brother. 

11. Do Bradley and Noah attend Princess’s graduation? Does Bradley push to the front row of seats so he’s certain she’ll see them?

Well now this is absolutely a headcanon. Thanks!

12. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Daddy and Princess: Fade Into You by Mazzy Star

13. Does Princess have a favorite trait of Bradleys? And vice versa.

Princess loves the things about Bradley that perhaps he's not exactly crazy about himself? She loves that he's kind of technologically inept and likes to do things the old school way (she's kind of an old soul herself. She's very mature). She loves how bad he is at cooking, because slowly but surely, he's getting better. She loves the way he loves Noah. She loves how gentle he is. Physically, she loves his hands and his smile and the fact that he has a few gray hairs. Daddy first and foremost fell in love with the way Princess just seems to fit with him and Noah. She and Noah were like two peas in a pod, and Bradley could tell his son trusted her. He loves that she's smart and sweet, but she's not a doormat. He loves that she gives people a second chance. He loves the way she takes care of little things that he wouldn't remember to do. Physically, he loves that she looks innocent, and he loves how perfectly she fits next to him in bed. He loves that she tells him she feels safe with him.

14. If Princess could plan the perfect date for Bradley what would it look like?

She would joke that she's going to take him out to play BINGO and have a senior citizen early bird dinner at 4:00 pm. But in reality, she would plan a night at home. Sexy cooking lessons where she's dressed in basically nothing while she teaches him how to cook something, and then they eat it together. They probably have sex at that point before heading to the living room couch to snuggle and watch a movie.

15. Does Princess have a place that she'd love to show Daddy and Noah?

I think Princess would absolutely love to take the boys to Disneyland! She knows Noah would have a blast, and Bradley would probably grumble a bit before he conceded that he was having fun.

16. Princess walking in on Noah when he has a girl in his room and he thought he was home alone.

Princess would probably just ask them exactly what was going on, making both of them blush as they responded. She would stand in the doorway with her arms crossed until they both shuffled out of the room, and then she would have a long discussion with Noah. She'd also tell him he needs to keep his bedroom door open.

17. Rooster and Princess: what was the moment that they knew that whatever was between them was love?

I think for Daddy, watching one of the interactions between Princess and Noah was the first time the word LOVE was triggered in his mind. I think for Princess, the first time she heard Bradley say he needed her, she could feel it start to bloom inside her.

Bob and Molly

1. As a Mobaholic, I must know…how do you think Bob would react to seeing Molly in maternity lingerie?

Bob goes literally bonkers over the way Molly looks, even when she's wearing her scrubs after a work shift. So lingerie is going to make his jaw drop. Maternity lingerie is going to make him feral, because he is SO excited to be a dad and raise a child with her.

2. Why is Molly so insecure about Bob? Why does she have so low self esteem?

Molly is very outwardly secure with herself. She's beautiful, and she kind of knows it. Guys like her. They always have. But as far as relationships go, she always thought she didn't have much more to offer beyond a face and a body that got the job done very well. She never had a guy appreciate how funny and smart she is until she met Bob. And that made her feel very insecure inside. She was instantly afraid that the other shoe was going to drop at any minute, and that Bob would realize that Molly was just a pretty, disposable thing without real substance. Because she never really gave herself the credit she deserved as far as her personality and spirit were concerned. But let me count the ways... Molly is: hilarious, caring, honest, trustworthy, intelligent, hard working, loving, loyal, strong, empathetic, warm and so many other things besides physically pretty.

3. How do you imagine their perfect date?

Bob feeding Molly sushi in the bed of his truck at an outdoor concert just after sunset.

4. Who is the most likely to cry when watching a kids movie?

Molly sobbed at the Lion King with Ev, so I'm going with her!

5. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position?

Bob's favorite position is whatever Molly feels like treating him to. She's adventurous in the bedroom, and he didn't know how much he was going to love that until he experienced it. If he had to pick, he would say he likes it when she rides him cowgirl. He also likes uniform time and domming her.

6. We've seen a little bit of Molly and Kitten's family life in both The Batting Practice and the Curveball. And we've met Piper and Bob's sister and family as well. But what was Bob's childhood like? How has that changed what he looks for in a romantic partner?

Bob grew up on a ranch in Wyoming before his family moved to San Bernardino, CA. He's the baby sibling behind Rebecca and Rachel, and he was always a little bit of a reserved misfit. He liked being outside and keeping himself company more than anything else. As far as what he wants in a romantic partner as an adult... I'd say Bob is used to being overlooked. When he catches someone's eye and they let him know he's something special, that really is a surprise to him. So being with someone who wants to show him off and tell him how wonderful he is makes him happy. He's also going to look for someone who is smart and honest. I'd say those are his top two non-negotiables. 

7. We know Roo and BG’s wedding song, but what would the song be for your other couples?

Bob and Molly like to argue about this. She thinks All Day and All Of the Night by The Kinks. He thinks You Really Got Me by The Kinks. Same band, different songs.

8. Bob and Molly: what was the thing that first attracted them to the other?

If we are being completely honest, Bob almost fainted the first time he looked at Molly. He just thinks she's that beautiful. And then she was looking right back at him, coining the term Coach Cute Glasses right away. So he was surprised to find that beautiful Molly was biting her lip and grinning at him. Molly thought Bob was adorable. Tall, strong and handsome, but so gentle with the tee ball kids. And when she could make him blush a deep crimson without doing much of anything, she was hooked. 

Other

1. What do you love the most about Baby Girl/Kitten/Molly/Sugar/Princess?

I LOVE THIS! 

What I love most about Baby Girl: She is so unapologetically smart. And she lets herself feel all of her emotions and form her own opinions. She is a good friend. She doesn't change anything about herself to fit what someone else thinks she should be.

What I love most about Kitten: She is the best mom to Everett, even though she doesn't give herself enough credit. She juggles so many things so elegantly. She takes care of the people she loves. She works hard.

What I love most about Sugar: She knew what she wanted in her career, and she really went for it. She is reserved and thoughtful, but she's still bold. She works tirelessly as a college professor, because she cares about her students. She gives second and third chances. She is fair and loyal.

What I love most about Princess: She is sweet and gentle. She is instantly likeable. She is young but not immature. She's an old soul. She can take whatever she's given and work it into something special. She has a great imagination. She always tries to find the good in people. 

2. Each of your pairings have a different vibe in the bedroom. I’m curious what is each roo-nicorn’s (and Bob’s) favorite position? Also, I wouldn’t hate it if you answered this question for BG’s Jake, too.

Okay, okay. Alright. We haven't seen this from Jake per se, but I can tell you a little bit anyway. Jake in the Roo and BG universe has a bit of a reputation. He's a rake, similar to how Roo was. He has hooked up with a lot of the women on base, and he's not really trying to hide or deny anything. In bed, he likes to sit back and enjoy things. That's not to say he's not an active participant, but he definitely is one who is going to make his partner feel like the star of the show. He talks a lot in bed and is encouraging. He prefers his partner on top. He also likes doggy style, getting his lips and his encouraging words right next to your year. "You're doing great, darlin'."

3. We saw roo get a bit more dominating in part 4 of “a love you don’t find every day” (which is one of my favorite scenes across your series’ ). do you think any other universe bradley’s would ever try this with their respective partners? or would roo ever try that again with bg?

Hey! I loved that chapter! Roo would absolutely try that again with BG. I think Daddy would love to get a little rough and demanding with Princess, too. I would love to explore that. (We have also seen how much Bob loves to dom Molly in The Curveball).

4. OMG what are the coaches' walk up songs???? And Everett’s?? And Kitten and Molly’s if they had one???

This is so important to me:

Coach Bradley- Panama by Van Halen

Coach Bob- Raise Your Hands by Bon Jovi

Kitten- Centerfield by John Fogerty

Molly- I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow

Ev- Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO

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[hyugaruma]

H&L: Sweet Things They Say To You

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re: how they show you they love you with their words…

hmmm idk how happy i am with this one but it’s been sitting in my notes for a minute soooo OH WELL

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Cobra: “I will forever fight for you and with you.” His lip is busted and his face is bruised. You can feel the way your heart clenches at seeing him battered from the fight he just partook in, some goons having thought it a good idea to harass you outside of ITOKAN Diner. Luckily your boyfriend had arrived just in time. Despite his marred state, he holds your gaze so that you know that he’s true to his word, and all you can do is nod.

The Mugen way of devotion and loyalty easily translates to Cobra in a relationship. He would literally die for you. Your fights are his fights. However, he tries his hardest to keep you out of his, and Sannoh’s, fights. He can’t imagine how he could live with himself if something happened to you.

Rocky: “I’ve waited my whole life to meet you.” Rocky softly places a hand on the small of your back, pulling you in close so he can bury his face in your neck. You can feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate at finally having you in his arms after an arduous day at Club Heaven. You respond by wrapping your arms around him to pull him in even closer. No other words are needed; just having you at his side is all he could ever ask for.

Rocky wholeheartedly means the words he says. He isn’t one to so easily dedicate himself to one person; he has many women to protect, after all. But the moment he meets you, he can’t even begin to imagine the way it was before. He was so lonely without ever having realized it.

Murayama: “I can’t wait to see you again.” Murayama is reluctant to release the grasp his hand has on your own, wasting as much time as possible standing with you outside your house after your date together. You can’t help but giggle at the obvious ploy, leaning in to land a chaste kiss on his cheek that sends the tips of his ears pink. He’s quick to pull you back in once you try to pull away, this time to land a playful kiss of his own on your lips.

Murayama lives to spend time with you. Right after he drops you off at your house after hanging out all day, he’s already texting you how much he misses you and trying to make plans as soon as possible. If you’d allow it, he would see you every day if possible. He’d never grow tired of you.

Smoky: “Thank you for choosing me.” The two of you sit side-by-side at the ledge of a deconstructed factory building, looking out at Nameless City laid out beneath you. You look to him, and he’s giving you a gentle, almost sad, smile. You can’t even imagine a world where you wouldn’t choose him, but somewhere swimming in those brown eyes of his is a self-doubt that you hope someday can be remedied. You give him a smile back, one that says you feel the exact same way.

Smoky can’t even comprehend why someone like you, someone so amazing, would choose someone like him. He really doesn’t know what he did to deserve you. Surely there’s someone out there who could give you more than he ever could, at least so he thinks. But, you did choose him, and he is forever thankful to have you by his side.

Hyuga: “Thank you for putting up with me.” Hyuga is sprawled out on the futon that the two of you share, watching as you change into your pajamas to settle down for the night. His eyes show a softness that he reserves only for you. He holds out a hand to beckon you to him, and you oblige, crawling into the futon to situate yourself between his lazy arms. He can’t help but land a light kiss on your temple before pulling you close to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Hyuga knows he’s not a perfect man. Far from it, even. He can’t imagine why you’re so willing to continue dealing with his ways, but he hopes you’ll continue to do so for a long, long while. If he could ask for one selfish wish, it would be to have you as his for the rest of his time on this earth.

Hiroto: “I’m always here for you.” Hiroto stands awkwardly in the doorway of your apartment as he eyes you closely. He can tell that something has been bothering you, but that you were reluctant to confide in him about your problems. You raise your eyes to meet his gaze and find nothing but complete honesty and truth within them. Feeling your own eyes begin to mist over, you opt to dropping your head to his chest to hide your show of emotions. A hand comes up to gently rest against the back of your neck, and to attempt to soothe your worries away.

Hiroto isn’t a man of many overtly affectionate words or gestures. He tends to show his love through action. But, he does want you to know that he would do anything for you. If you ever have a problem, he hopes that he’ll be the first person you come to, even if it’s just you needing a listening ear.

Ice: “I love every little thing about you.” Ice’s fingertips ghost delicately across your cheek and down your jaw, touch so soft it’s as if he’s afraid you might disappear right before his very eyes. He wears his signature shades, but you can still see the way his eyes admire you, flitting between your eyes to your nose to your lips, an affectionate reverence for each and every part of you. His hand rests on your neck as his thumb softly caresses your chin, and he can’t help the smile of complete adoration that overtakes him.

When Ice says he loves every little thing, he isn’t exaggerating. All your flaws and quirks, he wouldn’t give a single one of them up. He’s a man who accepts you completely and wholly. And he would spend the rest of his life ensuring that you see yourself in the light that he sees you in.

Jesse: “I love when you smile.” Jesse flops down on top of you lying down on the bed, resting his chin against your abdomen as he looks up at you with a cheeky, yet genuine, smile. In turn, you move your hand to brush through his blonde locks, and he leans fervently into your touch. You can feel the deep exhale he lets out. Jesse pushes himself up, hoisting himself to be positioned above you so that he’s now looking down at you. His own hand finds itself entangling with your hair, his eyes glued to that sweet, sweet smile on your lips.

Jesse isn’t someone who shows his affections through words, but nothing in the world makes his heart swell more than seeing your genuine smile. Especially if he was the cause of it. Your smile can instantly turn even his sourest of moods around. He spends his days chasing after the high of basking in your joy and happiness.

Ryu: “You’re my forever.” Ryu stands behind you, watching you from the mirror as you get ready to go out to dinner together. His hands find themselves snaking down to your hips, and his chin resting dutifully on your shoulder. He watches your shy reactions through the reflection, and the tiny smile that you can’t seem to hold back. His arms tighten as he pulls your back against his chest. You can feel his steady heartbeat. You lean your head against his and bask in the moment of utter tranquility with your lover.

Ryu doesn’t open himself up and give himself to others so willingly. You have to be a very special person to open up that side of him. So when he says ‘forever,’ he actually means ‘forever.’ He just hopes that you feel the same level of devotion, because he can’t imagine finding anyone like you again.

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[s0lam33y]

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What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love?

Sometimes I wonder if people in the palace think we’re just friends. We could be mistaken as such since all we do is crack jokes in the lab. Good friends crack jokes. But then again good friends don’t kiss each other’s cheek or rub each other's waist so there’s that.

“You think the palace knows about us?” I question as my hand rubs against the shaved hair along Shuri’s nape. I expect her to freeze but instead, her lips continue to trail along my abs and she secures an arm below my back.

“You think we act like it’s a secret, my love?” She asks like the smartass she is but I let it slide because of the name she calls me. She kisses my side and I feel her lips right above my ribcage.

“No, we haven’t said anything, do you not need to make an announcement to the council or something?” I wonder. I’d think that the council would like to keep track of her affairs.

She lets out a breath before speaking.

“No, the council does not dare to question me on who I lay with unless I choose to marry, would you prefer if I let it be known that we are together?”

If she had it her way, she’d yell it from the rooftops. I’d rather not draw attention to myself.

“No, it’s fine.” I sigh. I have so many questions that I want to ask. Am I someone she’d marry? We haven’t been together for long enough for me to even ask but I know her.

Her free hand rubs up and down the side of my thighs, her fingers gripping at the skin there before she looks up with dark brown eyes but with pupils larger than plates.

“I can tell you’re thinking, what is it?” She questions. We’re both young still, I just turned 22 and finally made a solid career in being Ironheart. But I still ain’t help but wonder if she wants a marriage. I’ve never spent time thinking about it, not until her really.

I’ve never been keen on the whole idea of it. Marriage seems so suffocating to me like everything good in a relationship ends after the knot has been tied.

“The whole marriage thing would you do it?” I blurt.

Her nose scrunches as she thinks.

“Yes. However, here marriage is more unique than it is in the states.” She mentions as she pulls my shirt down over the bottom half of my stomach.

“How so?” I ask as she sits up so her back is against the headboard. She gathers me in her arms so I’m straddling her.

“It’s more of a spiritual thing…not just in the palace, we don’t marry simply out of obligation or to aid with royal ties…We don’t marry just because of love either…it plays a role…the spiritual connection you have with someone, the values you share is what makes a marriage, what drives it I think is Your understanding of each other.”

She tells me more. About her parents, how they didn’t speak much and they didn’t need to. She denies the fact that they were always peaceful but they always pushed each other out of their comfort zone for each other’s sake.

“I’m sure that I love you, that was never in question, Rianna. I know you understand me, and I know I understand you as well, but I understand that American ideas of marriage are different. So we don’t need to do anything unless you’re comfortable.” She promises.

My brain goes blank just for a second. And all I can think about is how lucky I am to have her.

“What do you think about it?” She wonders with a squeeze to my waist.

“I don’t know…I’ve never really wanted to get married, I’m not sure why…I don’t want it right now, I don’t know if I’ll want it later.” I admit. Her chest falls and rises all the same. She presses a warm palm to my back beneath my shirt and kisses my forehead.

“Then we won’t discuss it until you want to.”

“Do you want it? Marriage?”

She pauses and then answers.

“Someday, perhaps. But I’m in no rush…You’re the only person I’ll marry, so if you aren’t ready then we aren’t…I don’t mind waiting for you.”

I can’t top that. But I know I’d wait for her too.

“By the way, the palace definitely knows we’re together because I forgot to soundproof the room once.” I can hear the laugh she’s attempting to hold back while she sleeps.

“Are you serious?”

“Unfortunately yes.”

I think I’d marry her. Not today or tomorrow but someday.

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Two fics in one day? anyway lmk what y’all think. I hope the shuriri girlies are still around 😩

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[pinkiebieberpie]

mornings｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

(single dad!mechanic!bucky barnes x teacher!f!reader)

i knew i had to write this when @buckycuddlebuddy said these two (1) (2) are from the same au... hope you like it! as always i'm not much of a writer. feedback and reblogs are appreciated ♡ and thank you elif for putting this in my head, i hope it's not that bad

words: 2k

warnings: mention of divorce, age gap (bucky is in his late 30s, reader is in her late 20s), hand kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby, honey), kissing, flirting, dirty talk, fingering, eating out, implied p in v sex - let me know if i've missed something ♡

y/n can admit that she likes her job, she really likes her job. she wanted to work with kids since she was very young herself. there was something about being responsible for a new generation, something about being able to influence young souls and brains, teach them what's right, what's wrong and what's truly important in life.

there was also other part that she liked, or should i say loved about her job. james bucky barnes. he was one of her students' father. his daughter was very smart and she was as charming as her dad. y/n knew that he was always flirting with her, or at least when he had a chance to do that.

james had a big crush on her. he was a single father, his daughter was 6 and his ex-wife left them when little cassie was not even 2 years old. he was alone for quite a while now, but if i'm being honest it's not easy being a full time father, having your own car workshop and dating.

one thing about bucky is that he loved mornings. he 100% was a morning person. they were peaceful for him. he wakes up before cassie, makes a cup of coffee for himself and breakfast for both of them. for bucky mornings are slow, it's time when he can relax, read some news, help his baby girl get ready for school. he loves being a father and he is a pretty good one, too. even when cassie was in kindergarten everyone was impressed by how organized bucky is and how much he cares about every detail. cassie was always wearing clean and perfectly ironed dresses, her hair was in two, immaculately parted and made ponytails.

he loved mornings for one more reason - his daughter's teacher. he saw her almost everyday. today was one of those days. the weather was beautiful, it was a sunny morning, cassie was happy and was singing in the car all the way to school.

"miss y/l/n!" she said loudly, almost screamed and waved to y/n.

"hi, sweetie, how are you today?" y/n asked with a wide smile on her face. in that moment bucky felt like he is in heaven.

"i'm good, daddy made me pancakes for breakfast!" cassie looked like she would explode, she was that excited about pancakes.

"that's very nice, cassie" y/n said, laughed a little and looked at bucky "good morning mr. barnes, she's so happy about those pancakes, that makes me believe they are magical or something"

"just made with love" bucky responded, he was a little bit nervous around y/n and that made him feel like a teenager in love.

"well, that's the best and most important ingredient" y/n said and looked in his eyes, they were like oceans, but they were also smiling to her, she felt like she could talk with bucky for hours, just to listen to his voice and look him in the eyes.

unfortunately she couldn't because cassie and her had to go for their classes. little girl held y/n's hand and they both went inside the classroom, the last thing y/n said to bucky that day was "it was nice seeing you again mr. barnes" and that one sentence was with bucky for the rest of the day, because it was more than nice to him seeing her.

next few days were normal, to all three of them. cassie was cheerful as always, bucky was trying his best to be an amazing father and y/n was satisfied with her job and kids' achievements. bucky saw her four times this whole week. somedays he was way more flirty than others. complementing y/n's outfits, her smile, her hair. once he made her breakfast, but cassie was the one that shared it with y/n. bucky was still happy about it - now y/n knew that his cooking was good. and pancakes were only a drop in the ocean of what he was able to do in the kitchen. he was an excelent chef.

next monday bucky was surprised that y/n wasn't at school when he dropped cassie off. he wanted to ask other teacher what happened but he had no time to do that. he had to go to work. today was a busy day for him, he had a few cars to take care of and repair them.

when he arrived to his car workshop he thought his heart would erupt, because what would y/n do here? did she know he worked here? she probably knew that he was a mechanic, there was a chance that cassie mentioned it at school, but there was no way, she knew that he worked here, right?

"um, miss y/l/n?" he asked when he walked out of his car "hi, what are you doing here?"

"mr. barnes! hi, oh my god, you work here?" what a coincidence - was her first thought.

"i do, i'm also the owner" he nodded his head "you need anything? something wrong with your car?"

"yeah, there is this weird noise when i'm driving, i'm afraid it may be something serious "

"we will see" bucky winked at her, he was more confident now, it was his place, he knew what he was doing, he felt like a fish in the sea and he really wanted to help her.

"thank you, mr. barnes-"

"you can call me james or bucky, please" he interrupted her and licked his lips, afraid she may think it's not a right thing to do, he was still one of her students' parent.

"oh, okay, james" when she said his name it sounded like the most beautiful song he has ever heard "you can call me, y/n"

bucky winked at her again and after that he went straight to finding out what happened to her car. she was looking at him, for the first time ever she actually had a chance to look at him for a little bit longer and definitely more intently. he was attractive, there was also something very, very sexy about him working. y/n couldn't focus on anything else but his hands. seeing all the different tools in his hands makes y/n's brain imagine a lot of scenarios. with him and her. she was staring. and he knew that, but it was hard not to stare. his hands were big and veiny, now a little bit dirty too. that was also making her moan in her head. she was daydreaming about james touching her, everywhere. she wanted to have his hands all over her body.

"this is nothing very dangerous, i can fix it in like an hour" bucky snatched her away from her fantasies.

"good" she hummed still looking at his hands, bucky smirked.

"you are staring, you like what you see, sweetheart?"

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't-"

"that's more than okay, y/n" he said it in the middle of her sentence "i like your eyes on me, not gonna lie, i can feel them, they are like electricity. looking at something specific? my hands maybe?"

"i'm not, i'm-" y/n started trembling.

"that's fine, baby, you can have much more of them if you want, all you have to do is ask"

y/n was shocked. cassie's dad was always adorable, in her head he was more than a gentleman, but now? was he offering something? something she wanted? something she shouldn't do?

"what do you mean?" she asked still looking at him.

"i can touch you. i can touch your body, everywhere you want, just say it"

"i- can't, this is not right, james, i'm sorry... maybe i'll leave my car here and come back later?" her heart was pounding so fast, she was nervous "you probably have a lot of work"

"i don't, it's only your car here, i have a lot of time and i'd love to spend it with you" that was a lie, but he didn't care right now, he was closer to her, y/n was afraid he may hear her heartbeat "we can stay right here or maybe go to my office, have a little bit more privacy" bucky fixed her hair and brushed it back behind her ear. his touch was gentle, but his skin was rough.

she knew, they shouldn't do it, but bucky was like a drug and the only thing he did so far was barely touching her cheek and ear. y/n was the one who kissed him first. he kissed her back immediately. bucky's lips were soft and he was really good kisser. shortly after y/n kissing him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. she gasped in his lips and he chuckled.

"i barely even touched you and you are already melting, baby, i can't imagine what is going to happen to you when you'd feel my fingers on your bare skin"

y/n wanted, or should i say needed his hands on her skin. not only skin, she needed his fingers deep inside her.

"please, i need more" she whined and looked him in the eyes.

"what do you need? my fingers on your skin? touching and squeezing your breasts? maybe touching your wet, needy pussy?"

"fuck, yes- please, james-" her moaning his name made him weak, almost as much as his words made y/n. she had no idea what has happened to her, but she wanted this more than anything. she wanted him. this attractive, confident man and his fingers. right fuckin now.

they were in his office a few moments later, kissing each other with passion and desire. bucky grabbed y/n's butt and seated her on his desk. nobody gave a fuck about all the different bills and contracts that now were on the floor. he started kissing her neck, she moaned louder than she wanted to, but, fuck, that was so hot and it felt so good. she wanted more. and he wanted to give it to her. james was on his knees in a matter of seconds. he unbuttoned her jeans, looking in her eyes while taking them off. y/n's breath quickened.

"i know you want my fingers, baby, but i have to taste you" he said and moaned when he saw how soaked her underwear was. bucky slowly took them off y/n's body and spread her legs.

his lips felt like a dream. she was floating and it was all because of james. his tongue was skilled and he was doing things to her that nobody ever did. when his fingers joined his lips y/n was sure she would cum in just a few seconds.

"this feels so nice-" she moaned again, closed her eyes and also started moving her hips, y/n wanted more "fuck, james, just like that, right here"

his fingers were touching all the right spots. this and him sucking on her clit was almost too much. y/n's orgasm hit her like a truck and he screamed his name, put her fingers im his hair and pulled them, maybe a little bit too hard. bucky hissed, but was still kissing and sucking on her now swollen and sensitive pussy.

"shit, honey, you were so sweet and good to me" bucky said when he was back on his feet. he kissed her lips so she could taste herself. y/n moaned a little "how about you would rest here, i'll bring you water in a moment, later i'd go work on your car and when it's fixed we can do a little bit more than that? i need to feel you on my dick"

and that's exactly what they did.

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serendipity - one

i see you around in all these empty faces

pairing: fem!reader x mason mount summary: you don’t know his name, he doesn’t know yours - along with many other things you don’t know about each other… but every night, you’re both there, meeting in different scenarios in each other’s dreams, hoping that someday your dreams will come true. author: hi, i hope you like this! quick reminder that this is fiction as much as i try to be accurate with my work, this one specifically won’t be. warnings: series will contain fluff, angst, language and smut. italic parts are for the dreams!

word count: 3.472k

Shades of blue and purple breathtakingly painted the sky, embracing you with bliss and peacefulness you only felt when you were there, with him. When there was a sudden shift of colours to the view you unconsciously picked for this time, a smile splattered across your face and you let out a sigh of relief. Golden made its glorious appearance, along with a pair of strong arms that wrapped around your body as it had been dreaming to do so — to make you feel secure, and… treasured. Like you were the most precious he had in his life and he needed to constantly keep you safe, and he managed to do it beautifully even if it was just for a few hours; the certainty that his arms would be waiting for you to make you feel whole again was also his way of keeping you safe.

“Lovely choice of place for tonight,” he whispered against your skin, delicate and warm lips brushing your exposed neck. The way your body shivered under his touch still baffled you, but you enjoyed the feeling. “I also love that you’re wearing my shirt.”

A chuckle was shared between you when you looked down, noticing a change in your outfit - from a white summer dress to a baby blue t-shirt. “Are you determining what I will wear now?”

“What can I do if I think you’re a vision when you’re in my clothes?” He confessed, lips still playing on your skin as he embraced you closer against his body. “Why this place?”

“It’s my favourite place in the world and I wanted to share it with you,” without sharing too much or it’d be over, as it was the many times you both tried to reveal something too personal.

He didn’t know where that place was, but he was more than glad that you decided to take him there. One of the many things you did throughout the night was share things - secrets, yearnings, and, most importantly, kisses. Hot make-out that would make you catch a breath, that would tingle parts of your body that you secretly hoped he’d explore but none of you had even proposed taking your meetings to another level.

Sometimes, you still questioned whether he was real, although he always comforted you that he was as real as you and that he’d been desperately searching for you wherever he went. And so were you, since the day you first saw him and assumed he was a ghost - which made him laugh, and at that very moment his laugh became your favourite sound. To a point, you’d miss it during the day. And the way he tilted his head back, the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed… it became your favourite vision, one that you instantly connected to pure happiness.

His hands gently squeezed your waist before he turned you to look at him; you gasped at how stunning he looked tonight, a constellation of freckles on his nose and cheeks, making you want to kiss his entire face. “Like what you see?”

“Very much,” you admitted and he finally leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours before taking you all to himself in his usual passionate kisses. Every time he kissed you like this, you secretly wanted to moan his name and fully give yourself to him, to be only his and let him do whatever he wanted.

“I can’t stay for too long tonight,” he groaned against your lips, pressing soft kisses against yours as his hands moved from your waist to your thighs, making a dangerous way under his shirt on your naked skin - he gulped, closing his eyes as he felt you shivering again under his touch. He wanted you, all of you. “But I promise I’ll take you somewhere nice tomorrow night.”

“Where?” You whispered, hands moving up and down along his toned arms, enjoying the warmth of his skin as you brushed the tip of your nose against his, making him smile.

“Somewhere in Italy.”

The morning light invaded your bedroom between the white curtains that weren’t fully closed; so eager to fall asleep the night before, you forgot to close them, and now you were full of regret. Maybe it’d give you extra minutes with him, or maybe he couldn’t stay for too long like he said. So many questions flooded your mind, ways you desperately tried to find to spend more time with him, even if it meant you had to be sleeping to do it.

The man in your dreams, who quickly became the man of your dreams. The one you deeply loved but hadn’t been brave enough to say it, although you made sure he’d feel it every night you met. He was also the one you kept a secret from everyone, even your closest friend whom you’d always introduce as your sister, considering you’ve been in each other’s life since you were five. But how would you tell April that you loved a man you had no idea who it was but you dreamed of him every night for the past five months? How would you tell her that going to bed was what you longed for, every day, so you could see and touch him again?

But most importantly, how would you tell her all that when you had a loving boyfriend for the past year? An incredible man who'd do anything to see you smile, to make sure you knew how much he adored you - and there you were, completely in love with another man. One you had no idea who it was.

Fuck, how would you tell him? Did that count as cheating?

You knew he had noticed something was off since your boss dropped the transfer news, and Henrik foolishly connected the dots thinking you were struggling with the thin line between being happy for the promotion and sad to leave him and the life you’ve built together. But the news came around the same time you started dreaming of him, the other guy. Or was it Henrik the other guy now?

When sad, people usually cry before falling asleep. For the past month, realising you’d probably never know who he was, you cried after waking up. With both hands hiding your face, ashamed someone would see you crying even if you lived alone, you sobbed your heart out. It hurt like there was a pair of hands holding your heart and squeezing it tightly. That blissful feeling of being safe in his arms was fully gone now and even if you were still in your warm bed, you felt the cold embracing you. The loneliness.

Lucky for you, it was Saturday, and although your days were fully taken by the fuss of moving to another country, you felt determined to enjoy the day out for your last weekend in Copenhagen. You’d miss the city, how polite and kind people had been since day one - two years ago when you left your hometown to work at your company’s Danish headquarters. And now, finally, they were transferring you to their London headquarters which was all you ever wished for.

Pulling you back from how miserable you felt, your phone hummed with a message from your best friend. A thin line that could somewhat be called a smile formed on your lips - April was the closest thing you had to a sister and her six-year-old son, Archer, the closest you had to a son as she’s chosen you to be his godmother and you proudly accepted. That kid was your whole life, your little bestie.

Your smile grew wider after reading her message. If moving to London had any perks, besides a new job position and a great raise, April and Archie were included.

A notification from Henrik popped and you felt your stomach twitch, not because of him, but because of what you were doing to him. For the past two weeks, you hoped he’d break up with you because you lacked the courage; deep down, you knew he wouldn’t. That man loved you and treasured you, but he wasn’t who you yearned for anymore. Doing that to him was unfair, but how could you break him? When he’s always been nothing but good to you.

Following the instructions on the message you didn’t open, you lazily left your cosy bed and made your way to the front door, to find a basket full of your favourite goodies outside. It made you feel even worse how thoughtful he was and even if you didn’t feel like it, you quickly typed a message thanking him for it, with a picture attached. The emoji that came as a reply made you feel weird, he never replied with an emoji, but considering what a shitty girlfriend you’d been lately, you decided to not complain.

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Embarrassed with yourself, you decided to ignore your phone for the rest of the day and enjoyed your last Saturday in Denmark by going to your favourite locations, and your favourite restaurant for lunch. Anything to keep your mind from the life-changing events about to happen, and from how much you just wanted to go home so you could see him again.

You’ve been to Italy once, with your dad, right after your parents divorced and he thought a father-daughter trip would be a good idea and, at first, it was. Although you were only thirteen, a difficult age according to him, you enjoyed every second of that trip and as the nerd, you’ve always been, buzzed with all the incredible photos you took during the 16 days you spent driving along the coast. Your journey ended in Sardinia. And then, he disappeared.

Not long after you arrived home, three knocks on your door made you frown because you weren’t expecting anyone. But you weren’t exactly surprised to see Henrik standing there, holding your favourite flowers in a beautiful bouquet, along with his sparkly green eyes and stunning smile. You wish you could love him the way you did when you two met, although there was still love somewhere in your heart. You just weren’t in love with him anymore.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he walked in, pulling you close to him once his arm was wrapped around your waist. Despite everything, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling because that’s what he did to you, with his soothing and happy energy. “I hope you enjoyed your day.”

You nodded, throwing your arms over his shoulder as his free hand cupped your face. “Went to the same places I first visited when I arrived in Copenhagen.”

“Like a goodbye ritual,” he gulped when the word goodbye left his lips, but flashed you a smile anyway. “Love the idea, and I’m glad you had fun.”

“I’ll miss this city, and this apartment,” you watched Henrik pout, knowing what he’d say next.

“And me?”

“And you, silly!” You chuckled, gently scratching the back of his neck with your nails. He rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, breathing you in.

“What if I go with you? I could find another job and we could move in together.”

Closing your eyes as a sigh parted your lips, you tensed under his touch. “We’ve discussed this before. If it was you getting this opportunity, I wouldn’t leave my whole life here and just jump into the unknown.”

“Heavens, Y/n. It wouldn’t matter to me because I’d be with you, but you can't seem to understand.” He pulled away from you, unexpectedly making you feel empty. There was nothing wrong with that man, and you still liked the way he touched you, but you liked the other more.

You let out a long, frustrated sigh. “I do understand, but if things in London turn into something you weren’t expecting, you’ll end up hating me.” Rubbing your temple with the palm of your hand, you made your way to the kitchen to get two glasses and pour some whiskey to you two, knowing he wouldn’t say no.

Particularly when it looked like he could use a drink.

Henrik ended with his dose with a gulp, clearing his throat afterward, but didn’t ask you for more nor poured it himself. He just sat on the bench near the counter and his green orbs watched you calmly drink down the hazel liquid in the glass.

“Was this on your plans?” He raised you an eyebrow, making you frown. “End our relationship in your kitchen, after offering me booze.”

“No, Henrik.”

“Were you expecting I’d be the one doing it?” You felt your cheeks flush red with his question, and that was all the confirmation he needed from you. “I won’t. Put your big girl pants on and do it yourself.”

“Henrik, I-“

“I was planning on staying here tonight so we could go out tomorrow, I wanted to take you somewhere nice,” he started, not caring he had just interrupted you. “But I’ll leave you alone.”

Henrik stood next to you, cupping your face with his large and warm hands, making you immediately close your eyes in reaction to his gentle touch. For him, that was the perfect invitation for a kiss that could very well be a goodbye kiss. He wouldn’t let the opportunity go; leaning onward a bit, his lips brushed yours before kissing you. Not passionately, but there was tenderness - for the past year you two had been best friends, and shared so many things.

“I do love you, Henrik.” You breathed against his lips, eyes still closed, not being able to see how he bitterly frowned at your words.

Henrik just nodded and, for the first time, didn’t say it back. Watching Henrik leave your apartment without looking back and blowing you a kiss as he usually did was painful but, at the same time, it brought you some sort of relief for it meant you’d still spend the night with who you truly wanted at the moment. It was the thin line between feeling bad for hurting someone who’s been there for you and the joy of allowing yourself to be happy in your way - as crazy as it’d sound to anyone who wasn't you and the man you currently belonged to.

Getting ready to bed had turned into your favourite ritual since you two met; it only hit you how real all those nights were when he breathed you in for the first time and kissed you passionately after admitting he loved your orange blossom scent because it made him feel happy. You took a long, relaxing bath while having a glass of white wine and listened to some music, and made sure to wear something comfortable so you’d quickly fall asleep once you were under the covers - this time, windows and curtains were closed.

“Open your eyes,” his warm breath sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear; the hand that covered your eyes was pulled away and darkness lost its place to one of the most beautiful places you’ve ever seen - and it wasn’t someone you’ve never been before, which surprised you.

“You brought me to Sardinia?” He was standing next to you, a wide smile spread across his lips, making the corners of his eyes wrinkle — something you loved about him.

“If we ever meet outside our dreams, I hope it’ll be here,” he mumbled, a confession that made your heart pound against your chest. “It’s one of the places I like the most, for countless reasons.”

Allowing yourself to breathe in the wonderful smell of the ocean mixed with his perfume, you closed your eyes, feeling how incredible it was the sun warming your skin. It made you feel whole and happy. “I love it here,” you said, eyes still closed. He remained in silence and you knew he was waiting for you to continue. “Good memories from my days in Sardinia, even if…” You shook your head, pushing any negative thoughts and feelings away and your eyes met him again.

His lovely brown eyes were so full of adoration.

He leaned forward a bit to reach for your lips, softly brushing it with his. You gasped, wanting to kiss him but he pulled away, chuckling when you let out a frustrated groan and pouted. “My gorgeous, needy girl,” he teased, taking you by the hand and leading you two to the ocean.

Hearing him calling you his girl made you smile - you watched every detail of that man as you walked, wanting all of him to yourself, needing him all the time and always, not only in your dreams. You were constantly trying to find a way to share something about you that’d help him find you, something that would reveal enough but what could that be, if every damn time both of you tried to do so, you’d wake up?

“You’re too quiet tonight,” he said, gently squeezing your hand, stopping before the calm waves could reach you. “Talk to me.”

“This isn’t enough for me,” you replied, wanting to look away when he frowned; he cupped your face with both hands, making you look straight into his eyes, waiting for an explanation. Feeling your eyes already burning with tears, you sniffed, hands resting on his forearms because you craved touching him. “I need you,” his expression softened, a thin line on his lips as he quietly nodded.

He wasn’t even denying you something real, wasn’t being a toxic idiot and hiding you from his family and friends — you were both in the same situation, a painful one, where you couldn’t be with the person you loved in real life. If the possibility even existed, you had no idea what to do to make it happen. Or if you even deserved having him in your life.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you something,�� he said under his breath, taking a short step closer to you, ending the short space between you. The warmth coming from his body sent shivers through your whole body, making you clench your lower abdomen. “I think you already know, but stop me now if you don’t want to hear it.”

“I want to,” you quickly replied, giving him the reassurance he needed as he breathed out in relief.

“I’ve never been so happy with a person the way I am with you and, trust me, I fought hard to ignore the fact that the woman of my dreams is only in my dreams,” he groaned, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. Your hands moved from his arms down to his waist, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could. “I spend most of my days wanting to see you and be with you, and thinking how I can make it happen.”

“Me too,” you sobbed, closing your eyes when he kissed each, his strong arms now nestling you.

“I love you, Y/n.”

It ended as quickly as it started.

When Mason opened his eyes, it was still dark, but he couldn’t move to check on his phone what time it was. Too shocked, almost petrified by how the dream ended, your name was still fresh on his lips and in the back of his mind, and he quietly repeated it so he wouldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. His heart pounded against his chest, head whirling.

Was that your real name or was his mind playing tricks on him?

Was that what he had to do to get to you? Let you know how he truly felt, say the words. He would’ve done it sooner if he knew it was that easy, especially because falling for you had been so simple, so natural. And so good.

Mason loved every little thing about you, all the things you shared, and how attentive you were to let him feel part of your life even without sharing too much. He loved the way you laughed, the way you looked at him, and how your body responded to his touch. He longed for more, wanting all of you, but that had to be natural too.

“Y/n,” he whispered your name to the gloaming of his hotel room, loving the way his body responded to it. Like he said before, numerous times. Everything about you felt genuine to him.

Mason closed his eyes again, still feeling the warmth of your body burning his hands, your scent all over him. He probably wouldn’t dream of you again, much to his disappointment, but he loved you so intensely he could still feel you. He could still see you.How powerfully he felt it was what caused his heart to wrench in pain and frustration as he felt his eyelids getting heavy again and, this time, falling asleep knowing he wouldn’t dream of you again.

PART TWO

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Request Time! Vash gets wasted and starts telling his romantic partner, as they tend to him, about how much he'd love to marry them. It's something he didn't want to bring up just yet because of the constant danger theyre still both in at this point. The next day, they tell him that when everything dies down, they'd love to become his spouse.

Thank you so much for the request! Cute prompt!

-Vash x reader: Future Wedding-

Vash was drunk. You could tell pretty easily by the way he was slumped over in the bar, and by the way he blinked up slowly at you when you approached.

He was excited to see you. He waved at you and did his best to smile, and he excitedly introduces you to the men at the table.

“This is y/n!” he announces proudly. You place a hand on his shoulder and he puts his hand over yours. “I’m gonna marry you someday!” he says to you.

“Oh really?” you say, at first assuming it was just the booze talking. “It’s getting late, Vash, it’s time for bed.”

He whines a bit, but reluctantly gets up from the table before immediately stumbling against your form.

“Sorry,” he musters the ability to speak. Barely. “I-might need some help getting to my room.”

You sigh, disappointed but not surprised. The men at the table laugh a bit.

You sling his arm over your shoulder and begin hauling him to the local hotel. As you’re walking through town, he won’t stop talking.

“I’m serious though, baby,” he mumbles.

“About what?” you ask, not expecting him to have anything important to say.

“Marrying you.”

“Oh!” You nearly drop him. “Vash don’t say things like that,” you say, feeling a little teased.

“No seriously,” he replies. You can smell the alcohol on him.

You remind yourself it’s just the alcohol.

“I want to marry you, and I want to live somewhere nice and quiet with you. But I haven’t asked because-” he hiccups. You listen closely.

“Because why?” you encourage gently when you reach the hotel. You begin the painful effort of essentially dragging him up the stairs to make it to his room.

“Because we’re constantly on the run, y/n! I don’t want that kind of life,” he whines. “I want our life together to be peaceful!!” he announces for the whole hotel to hear.

“Shh, Vash,” you shush him gently, trying desperately to keep your composure. He just confessed he wanted to marry you. To live a quiet, peaceful life together where you’re never looking over your shoulders or being on the run.

It sounds nice.

“So what do you say, y/n?!” he sways softly when you let him go at his door.

You open the door for him.

“I say you’re drunk, Vash. Think about it a bit longer before you go throwing around things like that,” you sigh, shoving him gently inside.

“But I’m serious!”

“Me too. Get some sleep,” you respond, shutting the door before you have to listen to anymore of his nonsense. You hurry to your own room, a blushing mess.

Truthfully you wanted to marry Vash too, so, so desperately. But you just couldn’t. Not with the way your life with him was going right now.

You wondered if he was going to remember that conversation at all.

-

The next day you meet him for breakfast, and the poor man is complaining about a splitting headache, and he makes no mention of your conversation last night.

Until you bring it up.

“So…you mentioned marrying me last night,” you throw it out there blatantly, poking at your breakfast with your fork.

The man sitting across from you nearly chokes on his food.

“Oh, y/n, I was hoping you’d forget about that,” he admits sheepishly, drumming his fingers on the table. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way-”

“Forget about it? The entire town heard.” He looks a bit embarrassed. “Look, the point is, I’d love to marry you too, once things settle down around us,” you say, putting down your fork and reaching for his hands.

His eyes meet yours. They are wide and blue and so, so beautiful.

“Really?! You wanna marry me?!”

You worry you’re going to have to shush him again, but you let him have this.

You nod your head eagerly. “Yes Vash, I love you!”

Now you were admittedly getting loud too.

“I love you too! Oh, y/n! When should we do it? When should we get married?!” He’s gripping your hands excitedly.

“Calm down, things still haven’t settled yet. After things settle, then let’s get married, okay?”

He nods frantically. You wonder if he’s actually hearing you.

“We’re going to get married,” he cheers to himself. “Y/n and I…married…” You worry he’s going to start crying. He catches himself before that happens, dabbing at his eyes with a napkin.

“I’m just…so happy right now,” he chirps.

“Me too,” you agree.

Who knows how long it was going to take for things to settle down around the two of you. What you did know was Vash was determined to make it to those peaceful days, where you would live out the rest of your life with him in peace and quiet.

“We should tell the girls, and Wolfwood,” he says.

“If you want to,” you shrug, already picturing their reactions.

He stands up, already ready to go announce the news that him and his lover Would be getting Married sometime Eventually.

You let him have this. If it made him happy it made you happy, and he left you alone at the table for a moment, and you fantasized about a peaceful, married life with Vash the Stampede.

Thank you so much for reading~

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Who’s gonna drive you home? (Part 2.)

Pairing: Racer Jaehyun x female reader x Racer Taeyong

Genre: Love triangle, racer au, fluff, smut, angst maybe?

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of car crash, accidents, hospital and implied comatose situation. IF YOU ARE HAVE BAD EXPERIENCE FROM THE SAID WARNING ABOVE, PLEASE SKIP THAT PART. kind of illegal racing, betting. NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY.

NOTE: THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION AND A 100% MADE UP FROM MY MIND. Inspired by Jackson Wang’s ‘Who’s gonna drive you home’ song. Sorry in advance if this turned out to be disappointing, i love it the way i created it. I also want to thank everyone who loved part 1. I hope I can create beautiful stories again.

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Today is one of those days where you and Taeyong stay in his place the whole day to assemble Legos. Those little things he liked to collect, and whenever you two finish a piece, it will automatically become one of his prized possessions. Sometimes, it’s his excuse to have quality time with you while doing stuff he loves. But today, you noticed he’s just watching you build a piece on your own while he guides you cutely.

The floor is full of legos, and your boyfriend is lying on the floor, leaning on his arm while watching you. Something is up you thought.

“How about we go somewhere quiet and peaceful this weekend? Do you like that?” You feel his nose near your ear, which gave you goosebumps and in a matter of seconds his arms are wrapped around you and you’re in between his long legs. “I might be gone for a couple of weeks,”

“What? Again?” You said with a pout, playing with his slender fingers, intertwined them with yours. “Can I go with you this time? Can I watch you race?”

“No definitely not” he said with a loving voice, embracing you tightly from behind and spreading kisses on your neck until his very kisses tickles you.

Of course Taeyong won’t risk exposing you to his enemies, you might get in danger because of him and he will not forgive himself if that happens. He just secretly hopes that you trust him with how he protects you. This is the best he can do for now.

“We don’t have to go somewhere far. We can stay in, order take out and watch movies. We can do the simplest things Tae, as long as we’re together”

And there you just watch him admire you closely, soothing your hand and he probably feels bad because he knew you deserve more than stay ins, take outs and movie nights in his bedroom… but he can’t step up because he’s being cautious. And ever since you and Taeyong started dating, he has been breaking every promise he says to you and you just let him make another one only to see him break it again, even before he tries to fulfill it first. But what can you do? You love him.

That was the last peaceful time you shared together. You remember it so clearly. He was talking about how he wanted to keep you by his side forever, how he loves you so much and how you make him happy.

“I’m sure of us Y/n. I’m really not kidding. I’m gonna marry you someday, build a home and have many kids so we could be busy together. Forever” he says while holding your hand, watching your eyelids grew heavy in front of him. You can’t believe you just wasted a beautiful day inside his place and you two are now ready to sleep once again in his bed. Together.

“Someday, I’ll forget about racing just give me a few more months—“

“I love that you race. You’re not Taeyong if you don’t race. I’ll be fine,” you smilef weakly, fighting your sleepy eyes. “Don’t give up something you love, I can support you while you’re at it”

And then you don’t know what he said next because you fell asleep in his arms. But after a few days, the unexpected breakup happened and it both changed your lives ever since that night.

Now you share that familiar silence again with Taeyong, just like those times when you’re building Legos at his living room. But now that silence is uncomfortable, it’s deafening and you want it to stop this instance.

“Do you love him? Because I’m here to bring you back Y/n”

Those words ring in your ears over and over again. You stand there like a statue as Taeyong expresses how much he missed you. How desperate he is to bring you back and how desperate he is to hear that you don’t love Jaehyun. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he didn’t plan to beg for you today. But the fact that this is the first time Jaehyun has won over him, he simply cannot let it pass and he has to win you again.

“I will leave racing. I don’t care, I don’t want that life anymore. I want us. Let’s live somewhere far away from this place, get married, start a family—“

“I do love Jaehyun” you said with a shaky voice, Taeyong on the other hand is weak and he almost fell on his knees, “He left racing for me. He didn’t keep me out from his world Tae, while you became even more greedy with speed. Every race you finish, you’re faster than ever-“

“People want me dead Y/n! In every race I have my enemies curse me because every time I win, I take their money— I want to be faster because I want every race to finish as soon as possible so I can come home to you. That’s the fucking truth!”

Suddenly you remember those times when Taeyong came straight to your house while his car was overheating. There’s this one time, when he needed to go to the hospital but he went straight to you. “Jaehyun didn’t stopped racing because of you. He didn’t have a choice because I took away his team and his shop. He lost a bet” he added.

Now that Taeyong is completely frustrated, he wanted to step back once again and think of a better solution on winning you back. But it just came out from his mouth…

“I’ll give everything he owns, just come back to me”

And with all sincereness and bravery, Taeyong came closer to you and apologized for the heated conversation. He initiated the hug and melt in his arms right then and there. “You don’t have to decide now, but I’m serious”

This time you returned the hug and savored the moment. Oh you missed him.

“How are you, you asked?” He let out a fake giggle, “I’m lost Y/n. I really am” he said and placed a kiss on your temple, which you accepted whole heartedly. “You should go back inside, I’m sorry. I really am— call me when you’re ready. I’ll pick you up right away, just like old times”

And as you watch Taeyong get in his car and drive away, you still say a little prayer that he drives safely and hope that you will see him soon again.

It’s clear as the day. You are now confused with your feelings and you still love Taeyong.

When you get back to your place, Jaehyun was waiting for you in living room, still figuring out what to say but he wanted to talk and well… make sure that he still has you. But the thing is, Jaehyun loves you so much that he’s very understanding with the situation you’re in. He gets it. You still have loose ends with Taeyong and in the process of healing he forced his way into your life. And that breaks Jaehyun’s heart. It was his fault after all.

“Hey I didn’t hear you come in,” he was startled when he saw you pouring a glass of water for yourself. Jaehyun can’t even be close to you, he was standing so far from you and you noticed it immediately.

It’s for the better, you thought. And Jaehyun got the message. He wanted to talk about it, but he didn’t want to stress you more. The frustration in his face was there even though he is trying so hard not to show you. You saw him shook his head like he’s accepting defeat. But if you continue doing this to Jaehyun, you will continue to hurt him.

But you don’t know if this space that you’re asking for him is for your healing…. Or a good time to make your way back to Taeyong.

“I love you. Y/n. I uhm— I’m here, always remember that”

He knew how to respect your feelings even though you’re sure about nothing at the moment. But he can see it in your eyes that you’re back to square one, your sad eyes were back and he hates it even more now that he’s one of the causes for your sadness.

So he left. Not because he didn’t love you.

Little did he know that you’re just doing this just so you can help him get his old life back. You knew he loved racing, the shop his dad bought for him, and his friends that he misses so much. They were his family and he lost them because he lost a race. A stupid bet.

But just as you thought that Jaehyun will leave Taeyong alone, he drove straight to Taeyong’s place, the lion’s den to negotiate. Of course he was mad, he didn’t know about the deal you and Taeyong have. But one thing is for sure, Taeyong will take the lead again.

“Let’s race it out. One on one race!” Jaehyun exclaims towards Taeyong.

“You’re sure is brave. Tell me Jaehyun, have you ever won against me?”

“It’s the risk I’m willing to take— we were fine! Our lives were peaceful! She was getting better! Do you have any idea how much shit you out here through? She was crying herself to sleep, and I was the one with her not you!”

Taeyong felt jealous, but most importantly, he didn’t know that you were hurting as much as he is. “Thank you Jaehyun, I think I’ll take it from here” Taeyong continuously speaks with pride, “Race it out, you say? Call. Tomorrow night”

And just like that Jaehyun was back to his old self again. He spent the whole night trying so hard to strategize and think of all kinds of shit just to beat Taeyong. But all that driving, all that thinking, just leads him to remembering how your lips felt on his skin, how you smile brights up his whole, how you cheer him up whenever he’s having a hard day from work, even the way how you hold him while you’re making love. He wants to win this race so bad that all he could ever think about is you.

Until he stops driving and he didn’t noticed that he was driving towards one the many places that you two have marked as your happy place.

The hidden river where you and Jaehyun had so many memories. It was a long drive before you get to this place, a real pain in the head for racers because the road wasn’t that easy. But it was easy for Jaehyun because of you.

“This is where we started dreaming together Y/n”

Months ago

“It will be freezing, but it’s gonna be worth it” he smiled his dimpled smile as he strips in front of you, excited to get in the water. You on the other hand, is having second thoughts. “You promise we’ll do it together—“

“Alright, alright— I’m coming! Can you please turn around while I remove my clothes,”

“I’ve seen everything… but yeah of course” Jaehyun laughed before he turns around while you strip. Slowly you get in the water and walk towards Jaehyun, it was dark and only the moonlight was the one guiding you towards him. But Jaehyun being the gentleman that he is, walked backwards and reach for your hand.

“Okay you can look now,” you thanked him for holding you, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before he taps your leg and Jaehyun lifting your body underneath the river. He walked in the middle of the river, directly to the moonlight and looked at you lovingly.

“Can we stay like this forever? Be my forever only?” He asked sweetly.

“I’m making improvements, don’t overdo it” you happily admitted, “I’ll stay forever if you never leave of course. Don’t be like—“

“I get it,” he kissed your neck, stopping you from mentioning your ex. “Just wait until I can buy my own place again and get back to business. I’ll make you the happiest— I decided to sell my car for our fresh start…”

“What? You love your car,” you looked at him, so confused.

“If I sell it I can start a new business and buy a new shop. Then I can buy a new place and you can live with me” Jaehyun says, his eyes were full of dreams and you can see that he’s happy with his own decisions. But…

“Can’t you achieve this dream without selling your car? I can lend you money, I can live with you in your small place…” And while you were talking you don’t know why he was smiling from ear to ear…. “What?” You asked.

“You just told me you love me without even saying the actual words,” he was blushing. Ears read and his body was becoming warm. Warmer.

“Told you. Improvements” you smiled and kissed him. Arms perfectly around his neck, lips so soft, his soft moans that makes you crazy that you didn’t noticed you were grinding on him.

When it’s finally time to go home, it was so cold but Jaehyun made you wear his jacket to keep you warm. It was also the first time he was holding your hand the whole trip back. Kissing it from time to time, occasionally blow on it just to keep you warm. And when you arrived at his small place, you cant take your hands off of each other.

It was definitely a sweet night but still playful. You don’t know what’s gotten into you and but you just wanted to shower Jaehyun with attention that you got on you knees and started giving him a blow job. He looked hot the whole time. His legs spread while he sits at the edge of his small bed. Left hand on your head, guiding you suck while his right hand is supporting him. Jaehyun was so turned on that his mouth was parting and he’s hard as a wood. “Y/n,” he moans your name deliciously over and over again. And when he was about to cum, he removed his cock from your mouth and caught your lips with his, letting his cum paint hi skin instead of filling your mouth.

You sat on his lap and started stroking him again, grinding on his cock and covering it with your juices. He was getting shy for no reason, but he can see what you want to happen tonight. You wanted to take charge for a change, he smiled at you and lie on his bed. Reaching for hand and pulling you towards his body, “okay, I know what you’re doing” he says, you just smiled. “I’m yours” he smiled sweetly and completely surrendered to you. Feeling your hands roam around his body, and when you line his cock on your entrance to put in slowly, your eyes went big when Jaehyun let out the loudest moan and you just had to cover his mouth will you continue to push it in.

“You have neighbors” you giggle and placed a kiss on his lips when you finally released his mouth. But he didn’t stopped kissing you as if he was saying, ‘kiss me while you fuck me.’ You moved your hips up and down and feel him melt, your hand plays with nipples softly, which gives him a good shiver. His both hands are kneading your boobs, gently like how you touch him.

“Oh fuck—“ he hissed when you clenched around him while you move slowly and feeling every inch of his cock. And when you moved faster, he completely lost it, he was watching you move up and dow and your boobs in front of his eyes. The look on Jaehyun’s face while he was watching you fuck hin was something you don’t see everyday or anytime you had sex. It was lust but with the mix of admiration, he was smiling but truth is he was really sensitive. Oh just by looking at him you can catch your high and make yourself cum but this is not about you.

“How do you feel now?” You teased him from going fast to moving oh so slow again while leaning towards him.

“No don’t do this—“ he smiled weakly, clearly he was tired and he wanted to cum. ‘okay’ you said softly and made him hold onto to your waist. You moved faster again and clenched the whole time, making Jaehyun cum in less than a minute. “It feels good to cum inside you,” he says, pulling you towards him again and making you comfortable on top of him. You feel his cock soften inside you, and when he pulled it out it cum drips from your hole slowly, staining your skin, his skin and his sheets.

“I love you” he whispers and you hear him soft and clear.

Present time

It didn’t took him a while to answer his phone of course. You knew he just finished work and he should be heading home by now.

“Hi. Glad you called. Is there something wrong?” He asked with a worried tone but he was really excited to hear from you.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” you said and with that Jaehyun projected a very huge smile. Maybe this is a great time to ask you to eat dinner he thought. “How about you? Are you doing good?” You added.

“I miss you everyday. Can I see you tonight? I can cook— what do you want for dinner?” Jaehyun offers excitedly.

But you were quiet.

“Sounds good and tempting. But I guess, not tonight Jae. Anyway, I’m glad you’re okay. Please make yourself a yummy dinner,”

And just like that his hopes crashed down again and he knew something is wrong but he wanted to stay patient and win you back for tonight’s race.

“Was that Jaehyun?” Taeyong asks, crossing his arms in front of you. Overflowing with jealousy.

“You came uninvited again— the turn of events was only yesterday—“ you were still so speechless and you didn’t want to talk to him.

“Watch me race. Tonight” Taeyong bravely said to you. “Though this is gonna be the last race I’ll accept, I just don’t want hiding anything from you”

If you’re being honest, you didn’t want to go out tonight, let alone watch him race.

“I’m racing against Jaehyun” Taeyong blurted out. “If he wins tonight. I promise you’ll never see me again and I’ll give Jaehyun everything he owns”

“And if you win?” You were quick to ask.

“I’ll still give Jaehyun everything he owns but he will let me pursue you. Of course Y/n were giving you a choice. You have feelings for the both of us and the end of the day, you still have to choose if you want to come to me or not. I don’t want to force you” he stepped closer to you to try and make you calm, he was warm and you miss his touch.

Come to think of it, this is your chance to give Jaehyun a better life. He can go back to business, see his friends again and you can all make it possible.

At the end of the day, you came to the race with Taeyong. There was no proud moment and all Taeyong felt was jealousy and worry. Jealous because he can see right through you that it’s Jaehyun you love and he was worried because what if he wind tonight but you still end up hating him.

“I don’t hate you Tae,” you said, shocking him as if you can read his mind. “I want you to drive safe, okay?” You said and got out of his car, there, Jaehyun saw you from afar. He bolted towards you and was quick to reach for your hand. He was quite aggressive and his touch was hurting you.

“You made a deal with him, didn’t you?!” Jaehyun shouted at you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“She was just thinking about you—“ Taeyong tried to free you from Jaehyun’s tight grip. It was hurting you and the whole time you were looking at him you were in tears.

“I’m here trying to win you but you’ve already given up on me— is this what love means to you?!” when Jaehyun finally let go of you, he was so mad and went straight to his car to get ready for the race.

Taeyong left shortly but he made sure you’re okay and you’ve calm down. He gave you his jacket and promised to come back safety, as always. “You have to understand Jaehyun” he said. Then you remembered, the night you and Taeyong broke up. He got mad because you can be a possible bet, and now that you’re the actual prize for tonight’s one on one race, you can only imagine his frustration.

“Can you tell him to drive safe?” You asked Taeyong, of course he answered back.

When the race was about to start, Jaehyun was crazy mad and Taeyong was honestly worried if he can drive safe.

“Jeong. Y/n said, drive safe”

But Jaehyun didn’t even looked at him.

As soon as the go signal went off, Jaehyun was the one leading. Everyone were in their smart phones, going live after live after live just so everyone can watch Jaehyun and Taeyong’s race. There were a lot of people, and to be honest they didn’t know what this race is all about. All they know is that this race is becoming more intense as every second lasts.

“Jaehyun is leading!” Mark exclaimed to everyone, little did he know, this was Taeyong’s new technique. He was being patient with the race, and Jaehyun isn’t.

After a few nerve wracking minutes, Taeyong was suddenly leading.

While on the road, and while Taeyong was driving and thinking about how he can pull of this new strategy. He noticed that Jaehyun’s car was so near to his that it was scratching Taeyong’s Porsche. Neither of them didn’t care about how beautiful Taeyong’s car is or how expensive it was, but they both know that car bumping is against the rules and can lead to a major accident.

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“Are you out of your mind, Jeong?!” Taeyong shouted from the inside of his car. He was still leading but the road was getting too dangerous and Jaehyun kept bumping him like he wants Taeyong to drop from the race.

Second by second, Jaehyun’s bumps were becoming harder ans harder which made Taeyong scared for the both of them.

He didn’t have a choice but to slow down eventually, and stop his car.

But Jaehyun lost control and had a taste of his own medicine.

Taeyong witnessed Jaehyun’s car crashed right in front of his eyes and he was quick to call for help and try to save Jaehyun on his own.

You on the other hand, is now worried sick when you saw ambulance, rescue team and the police arriving.

“Y/n! We have to go!” Mark was the one in charge for your safety tonight but you cant help and be worried for both Taeyong and Jaehyun. “We’ll go straight to the hospital. Don’t worry,”

Everything happened so fast. You were shaking and worried sick, you don’t know how to calm down.

Three days after

You wanted to take care of him because you were guilty. You continue to blame yourself for what happened to Jaehyun even though it was his choice to be unfair during the race.

Taeyong was nice enough to take care of him too. He just let you do what you want, watch you take care of Jaehyun even though it hurts him too. Seeing you like this is like everyday torture for him but he wanted to take care of you.

Weeks passed by and finally Jaehyun woke up from his long sleep.

You weren’t there when he opened his eyes.

He was alone.

When you and Taeyong heard the news from his doctors, you were so happy that your knees gave up on you but Taeyong was there to catch you.

You and Taeyong left the moment you heard that Jaehyun is fine.

This is for the better, you said to yourself.

After three years of building a relationship with Taeyong again, there was no doubt that he loves you so much and that he has proven to you everyday that he really didn’t mean to break up with you during the past. But now that you and Taeyong are living peacefully in LA now, that doesn’t mean that the race between Jaehyun and Taeyong is over.

Taeyong was understanding whenever you push him away and secretly miss Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was patient for your return.

“Tae” you moan his name and grip the sheets while Taeyong continues to kiss your thighs and tease your wet sex. He was so happy that he get to do this with you for he was having a hard time luring you to make love with him ever since you got back together.

Sure there are some moments you had sex, but the span of three years of being together, he can only count the nights you’ve shared beautifully. It’s not that he wasn’t thankful for the relationship, he just wishes that you two can go back to how you used to be before the breakup.

“Don’t fight it, aren’t you enjoying?” Taeyong grinds on top of you thrusting while kissing lovingly. Raising your hands above your head so you could stop scratching his back.

Don’t get me wrong, you love what he was doing and he feels so good inside you that you’re already near your orgasm. Of course Taeyong felt it so he was quick to catch your excitement so you could cum together, but all you can do is whine and beg him to stop.

He stopped of course.

His cock was deep inside you but he didn’t hesitate to pull out and stop. He covered you with clean blankets and you watch him wear his sleeping clothes again. It was heartbreaking.

“Tae, I’m sorry… I’m just not in the mood— stay in bed. We can try again if you want, just give me a few minutes”

He just turned around and handed you your sleeping clothes and gave you a good night kiss before he got out of your shared room.

He would rather sleep in the couch again than hear you call Jaehyun in your dreams. “When will you love me again,” he sighed and closed his eyes. He was so frustrated that he didn’t noticed you standing quietly beside him until you scoot over and forces him to hug you.

Of course he couldn’t stay disappointed with you forever.

“Good thing I bought a huge couch” he joked and kept you close, “aren’t you cold?” He was referring to the clothes you’re wearing.

“I am and that’s why I’m here” hugged him tighter, he rolled his eyes but kissed you on the lips.

“Just tell me if you’re having a hard time already. You know I can handle the truth— but as long as you return my kisses and you show me affection, forgive me Y/n but I will continue to love you”

“I understand,” you raked away his hair from his face before going on top of him, he stopped you from removing your top and pulled you closer to him.

“I just want to hold you close tonight. We haven’t done it in a while”

But the real reason was, Taeyong was scared that maybe this is going to be the last time he can hold you close like this.

The following months were sweeter and better you two noticed. You’ve been having better conversations, quality time and better sex. Life has been so good lately that you see Taeyong’s eyes full of happiness and excitement. And you’re happy it’s all because of you.

And honestly he wished he could say the same thing to you. Now that he had his chance, now that you’re here with him, he just can’t make you happy like how he used to anymore. It’s enough that he tried, and honestly letting you go would be the best decision he can do to you.

The last act of love Taeyong could offer to you.

By the time that you and Taeyong officially separated, you went home and looked for Jaehyun. The last time you saw you him was years ago already, he was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed and now he’s back to being himself. Fixing cars for people. He has long hair now, and he looked healthy.

Of course you didn’t approached him and only watched him from a far. Come to think of it, you became strangers even before you could start your love story properly. The fact that he got into an accident because of you is cruel enough and you can’t let yourself ruin his life again. At least now, he has a peaceful life.

And when you turned around to leave, you feel someone grab your arm and called your name.

“I’ve been waiting for you, please don’t leave” Jaehyun says, begging.

And in that quiet, beautiful afternoon Jaehyun hugged you tight, like he’s never going to let go of you because that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. “It wasn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself anymore— I didn’t get the chance to say sorry to you and Taeyong,”

“It’s all in the past Jaehyun. I’m sorry too” you said to him, raking his long and admiring him under this perfect shade of orange from the sun.

“It’s not going to be easy, but I want us to start again,” he bravely said to you. Of course that’s what you wanted, but just as he mentioned it’s not going to be easy. But you can start with forgiveness. Forgiveness for the both of you, and to fave the future happiness.

You and Jaehyun went to back to square one. Building a life together, finally he bought a new place for you and him. Achieving one of his dreams. No one was rushing, you two made sure to give yourselves time and enough space for your own growth. And if you’re being honest, you like it this way. You can clearly see that love is there, that love is present in your lives. Of course you’ve been through this stage in the past, but this time it’s really different. You your firsts again together. First date, first ‘i love yous’, first time making love and most importantly… first time talking about marriage. And soon Jaehyun asked you to marry you.

“Kids. How about kids, you love kids” you asked him as you adore his wet hair and handsome face. The moon shines beautifully as always in this place, your favorite place with Jaehyun. Your river.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” He teased, “2. I’d love two kids” he smiled and started kissing your neck, “want to make one tonight?”

“Love to” you said with no hesitation.

The end.

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