#thanks for getting my brain energized with the prompt!

[yell0wsalt]

Iroh II/Asami, #10 for the intimacy prompts please :)

Hi hi thanks so much for sending the ask! :) the prompt was so cute!

#10. Neck Kisses

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Tonight was Iroh and Asami’s typical Wednesday date night. Midweek dates were appreciated to provide a small break from the couple’s hectic work schedules and reconnect. Especially now they wanted to get as much time together as they could. They were in the midst of getting ready, Iroh in their closet grabbing his clothes and Asami in the bathroom.

His progress in buttoning up his top was disrupted when he heard a few soft sniffles coming from their bathroom.

“Asami?”

Still half dressed he stepped out from the closet and made his way over to where she was. “Are you okay?”

Leaning her weight on the bathroom counter, she nodded her head. A harsh sniff in an attempt to pull herself together, she took a hand to delicately wipe underneath her eyes. “I- I’m fine, Iroh, don’t worry about it.”

Her words didn’t make him feel any better seeing her in such a state of distress and he frowned. “Asami, please talk to me, what’s going on?”

A heavy sign of resignation. “My- my rings don’t fit anymore.” At the admission, the frail dam broke and she burst into tears, burying her face in her hands.

He rushed over to turn her around and pull her into a bracing hug and rub her back up and down. “What do you mean? Your wedding rings?”

She nodded into his shoulder and mumbled something unintelligible.

“Asami, darling. Look at me, I can’t understand you speaking into my shirt,” he half-joked.

Peeling her forehead from the junction between his neck and shoulder, she looked up at him through glassy eyes, and cracked a watery smile.

Iroh thumbed away the tear stains on her cheeks. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“It started off with me having taken off the rings earlier to do work in the garage. When I finished freshening up and was getting ready to put on some jewelry for our date tonight, it made me realize my fingers have gotten so puffy, putting my rings back on is too hard, now.”

There was a moment’s hesitation before she continued. “It sucks being pregnant sometimes. Spirits, I feel like I can’t do anything anymore! Morning sickness is a blatant lie when you’re sick throughout the entire day, your body changes so much, everything is getting swollen, hairy, and gross and I don’t–” she paused her train of thought, gnawing on her lower lip.

“You don’t… what?” Iroh tried to pry; a gentle squeeze to her hands.

A heavy pause as a lone tear broke free. “I don't feel like myself anymore,” she quietly admitted.

Hearing her confession was a knife twisted into his ribs. “Asami…”

“I’m sorry, Iroh. I felt like I could handle the clothes and shoes not fitting anymore because, hey those are all trivial items that can be replaced. Shopping is fun, too, so that’s fine. But when the rings didn’t fit…” a drawn out sigh, Asami’s gaze fell to the floor. “Not being able to wear them anymore felt like the straw that broke the moose camel’s back.”

“Hey–” he cupped her face with fierce affection, tenderly thumbing her cheeks.

“Never ever apologize for feeling this way. This is a new season full of rapid changes. I can only understand so much of what it is that you’re going through, but what you’re saying and experiencing makes sense and feels very real to you and I appreciate you telling me.

“Asami, you’re just as beautiful as the day I met you, even more so if I’m being honest. I wish you could only see yourself how I see you.”

Asami wanted to believe Iroh’s words and the corners of her lips turned up in a smile. She took his hands from her face and brought them down to the taut curve of her growing belly.

His heart fluttered imagining the life growing within. “I love you so much, Asami. You're going to be an amazing mother.”

“And you, just as wonderful of a father.”

Eyes met each other’s, full of adoration.

The standstill moment of intimacy was broken when Iroh cleared his throat and moved their hands to occupy the space between.

“You know, we don’t have to go out for date night tonight if you don’t feel up to it anymore. We can keep it relaxed and order in. Does that work with you?”

A final sniffle followed by a small nod. “Yeah, that actually sounds perfect.”

“Fan’s Dumplings? he suggested. “Whatever you’d like is fine with me.”

Immediately her spirits lifted and she hummed happily. “So long as we can also order some ice cream to have after.”

He couldn’t help but smile seeing his wife already start to feel like herself again.

“Any flavor, or flavors, you like,” an enticing waggle of eyebrows.

“Spirits, I love you so much. Now, help me out of this dress, please. Comfy loungewear is calling our names.”

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“Asami, I’m home.” Iroh called out to his wife making his way through the entryway of their house announcing his arrival from work the following day.

“Hi babe, welcome back.” A chaste kiss in greeting. “How was your day?”

“It was routine business. Major positive to being in peacetime, so cannot complain. How about yourself?”

“Same here. No major fires to put out today plus I didn’t feel too sick and at this point we’re taking days like these when we can.”

A nod in agreement. “Of course, of course. Glad you’re feeling okay today. Hey, I got you something.”

She raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh? What’s the occasion?” Immediately her gaze was drawn to Iroh’s hand held behind his back.

He shook his head. “Nothing special. Something small I'm hoping you’ll like.”

Expression brightened. “Can I see what it is?”

Iroh brought his hand from behind his back to reveal a small white bag with purple tissue paper. On the bag painted in silver was the signature logo of Hei Bai’s Jeweler.

Lips loosely parted in a small o. “Iroh...”

Carefully she peeled away the tissue paper revealing a small jewelry box.

“I stopped by the Little Ba Sing Se Shopping District after work because I know you’ve been struggling a bit. This idea crossed my mind earlier and I figured it could be a potential solution.”

At the same time Iroh was speaking, Asami opened the box, revealing a thin gold chain. A light gasp escaped her.

“You could put your wedding rings on the chain, so you’ll still have them on you even though they may not fit your fingers for the time being.”

Her gaze broke from the necklace to face Iroh. Waterline already brimming with tears.

“I’m guessing you like it,” he mused.

She looked at him incredulously. “Like it? This is a wonderful idea. Iroh, I love it!”

Asami eagerly made her way to their bedroom to grab her rings from her jewelry box, Iroh following right behind her. Once she found the rings, she threaded the chain through them. Standing in front of her vanity, she held up the necklace in front of her in awe.

“The idea came to me when I recalled that a coworker does something similar who works with their hands a lot and would often worry about getting their own rings dirty.

“Does the gold match?” he asked. “I only had my own band as a reference and needed the jeweler's help for picking it out, but I’m hoping it looks okay. If not, I’m sure it won’t be a problem for us to make an exchan–”

Asami turned and cut him off with a pointer finger pressed to his lips. “Don’t you dare. It’s perfect. Would you help me put it on?”

A soft smile in relief. “I’d love to.”

Gingerly he took the opposing ends of the chain from Asami and circled behind her so they faced the mirror. He carefully brought the necklace down in front of her as she gathered her hair up, exposing the column of her neck.

A second to clasp the necklace securely around her, he smoothed it out, gently massaging her shoulders. “There you go,” he whispered in her ear, providing a long loving kiss to her pulse point on her neck. Another one just a little higher.

She shuddered at his breath on her skin and blushed. When he pulled away, Asami released her gathered hair and looked down, gliding her fingers delicately along the chain and her rings.

“How does it look?” she asked.

He circled around to face her, fingering the chain and rings. Eyes floated up to meet hers and he smiled. “Perfect. How do you feel?”

An easy smile blossomed on her face. “Like I’ll always have you close to my heart.”

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Prompts here

#Iroh ii #Asami Sato #Irosami #thanks for getting my brain energized with the prompt! #ficlet

[ckret2]

YO it's been so long but I just want to say i still really adore your writing style. Sometimes I'll remember your KOTM fics exist and re-read every fic in the master list again in like a day. Idk, there something intriguing about how you write language and culture differences, between humans, titans, and the different extraterrestrials.

(Honestly sometimes these fics remind me of alter-human experiences, which might explain my attachment for ur fics lol.)

Anyway, I was wondering what your plan was for the series? (And if u were just waiting for prompts, I got ideas. just wanted to make sure first lol)

Anyway thanks for tolerating my rambling 😅

Oh, thanks so much!! I'm glad you still enjoy them! :) I think that's some of my best work to date on writing inhuman/alien cultures.

Okay so, here's how writing works for me: I pour brain gasoline into my writing engine and then the words go brrr.

A huge, long-term writing project is like an SUV. I have to pour a whole lot of gasoline into the engine, but then it can go very far.

I get brain gasoline from things that mentally energize me. These things include going out to restaurants, cafes, and libraries to write; going to movie theaters and concerts; doing other art projects (like leatherworking or sewing) that require going out to craft stores or classes; getting furniture & decor to improve my home; going to festivals, conventions, or other fun events; and even just getting to walk around malls and downtown areas.

I ain't done shit since early 2020! Any writing energy I had toward the start of quarantine has gradually depleted. I know most of the planet has gone back to treating covid like it's no big deal because it's not as fatal anymore, but long covid is still a thing and my household has health conditions that would make gallivanting around in public actively self-destructive, so I still ain't doing shit.

So it's not a matter of not having ideas. I actually have a list of—let me check—twelve fics on my to-write list for the Rodorah plotline, and that's just to finish the current plot arc before launching the next phase of the plot.

But I'm just not getting the kind of brain gasoline I need to run the SUV-sized engine of a project like No Kings Only Monsters. I'm getting enough gasoline to power a moped. Right now my moped is a writing/art roleplay blog in another fandom where I'm working on an ongoing plot. For me a roleplay blog takes a lot less sustained mental energy than writing whole fics, much less a running series of fics.

So, the technical term for what I'm doing right now is "biding my time." I kind of just have to wait until I reach a more energizing period of my life, and look for opportunities to make that happen.

Within a couple months I'm going to be finishing up the most writing-intensive part of my current RP blog plot, and (fingers crossed) I'm going to be moving into a house. (I bought a house.) The new house is over twice as big as my apartment, and I actually OWN it, which means I can do a LOT to make it my own. I'm hopeful that the process of moving will energize me enough to start working on the place (painting walls, getting furniture, etc), and then the ongoing progress of fixing up my place will further energize me enough to return to fic writing.

That doesn't mean I'll immediately hop back on No Kings Only Monsters. I first want to do some more recent fic ideas that have been percolating in the back of my head. But No Kings Only Monsters is on my "by god, I'm gonna finish this" writing to-do list, so after I've gotten back in the swing of writing things I may revisit a writing strategy that served me well in 2018-2019: "write X amount of words on this project and as a reward you can spend the rest of the day writing whatever you want."

I'm hopeful for the future! But for now, I just can't focus on something that big.

(Hold on to your ideas though; flinging them at me now when I don't have any brain gasoline wouldn't do much good, but I'm not opposed to someday taking reader requests again.)

#ask #about my writing

[totally-original-artist]

Carnival

Characters: gn!MC x Asmodeus

Content Warnings: none (just fluff)

Summary: Mishaps happen from time to time, but its frustrating when that time is during your date with Asmo.

Shifting from one foot to another you try your best to ease the pain in your feet. Having been waiting for nearly thirty minutes in line you felt an though you were close to collapsing. Yet, the demon beside you kept his spirits high, each time you to took a step forward, Asmo held onto your hand just a little tighter. Knowing just how much he was looking forward to it helped keep you energized enough to survive the grueling wait.

Thankfully it was soon your turn to board the Ferris wheel. Asmo guided you to the capsule you two were to share, going on about how lovely the view would be and how romantic the setting is going to be, but all your brain could focus on was that your feet would be getting some much needed rest. Hurrying into the moving pod you two place your bags on one side and take a seat next to each other on the other, hopefully to keep the cabin from swinging too much. You plop down on the wooden bench, relaxing your muscles, Asmo giggles as he watches you visibly deflate in your seat. He sits down next to you, much more elegantly compared to you, and leans his head on your shoulder.

"Tired?" He whispers, almost as if scared to tire you out any more.

"Oh so much, I may not be able to walk for a few days." You sigh. Somehow, doing different activities for an hour straight was less exhausting than simply standing in one spot for half the time. It was probably because of boredom and lack of things to distract you from the growing strain in your legs. However, as soon as you say this you instantly feel bad as Asmo sulks against you.

"Sorry..." Your heart clenches should've worded that better. "We probably should've gone home, sorry I dragged you here." definitely should've worded that better. Sitting up you look at your partner.

"No no no I love it, really I do. I love spending time with you Asmo" You give him a reassuring smile and gently clasp his hand in yours. "I'm just a little tired, that's all, and you being here is definitely helping with that." You squeeze his hand, further highlighting your point.

You meant every single word you said, this day certainly would've been uneventful if it wasn't for your boyfriend's company. You go back to your old position, Asmo holds onto your hand, and although you can't see his face from this angle you could feel how happy he was, it made you feel giddy knowing your feelings were mutual. A few minutes pass and he speaks up, startling you a little.

"Thank you." He doesn't look at you, instead switching to caress your knuckles.

"For...?" You lean your head on his and are instantly hit with the sweet smell of shampoo. How he managed to keep his hair smelling so fresh even after all your endeavors was beyond you, but it certainly helped put your nerves at ease.

"Today." He carries on massaging your hand. "For spending time with me, I had a ton of fun." You hum in agreement. "I've come to this same carnival every single year for the past fifty years or so, but" This time he turns his head up just enough to look at you from the corner of his eye, giving you a wide smile and you swear your heart melted. so cute "This year was undoubtedly, the most memorable one so far." Feeling your cheeks warm up at what he said, you wanted to reply with something equally romantic.

"Me too." He raises a brow at you, his eyes glistening in amusement, great. You cough to clear your thoughts. "I mean, this is my first time here, even so, I highly doubt I would've had a good time without you." Asmo scoots closer to you upon hearing this, Intertwining your fingers together. No matter how exhausted you may get, frustrated or just plain annoyed, knowing that Asmo would always be there by your side always put you at ease.

"ohh look." He spread fingers wide, prompting you to do the same. "oh..." Your palm lays flat on his own and yet he seemed disappointed.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Your fingers are longer than mine." And that they were, you didn't think your fingers were that long but comparing them to Asmo made you feel giant.

"It just means I can hold more of you in it." You pull your hand away, only to cup his face in them, Asmo looks at you wide eyed and slowly but surely, places his own hand atop yours. The atmosphere felt just right at the moment. The two of you, in a Ferris wheel, high up, all alone, only having each other for company. And oh so close.

"MC..." As if on instinct, he slowly leans in, eyes fluttering shut, waiting. You lean in as well, intent on meeting his lips, you could feel his soft breath on your lips, awaiting. Tilting your head to the side you try to close the gap.

But just as you're about to lock lips the Ferris wheel comes to an abrupt stop, leaving your capsule swinging and almost sending Asmo off his seat. Suddenly a loud voice booms up from the ground.

"Apologies for the inconvenience but we are facing some technical difficulties at the moment. Kindly please stay in your seats and we will get you down as soon as possible."

Out of all the time you two had spent on this ride, it had to shut down just as you were about to kiss? It's as if the Gods didn't like you being happy. Asmo couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly your expression dropped. Seeing as you were distracted he quickly swoops in to land a peck on your cheek, you turn back so quickly at the unexpected gesture you almost get whiplash.

"Oh don't worry about it~ We have plenty of time for kisses~" Asmo wraps his hands around your neck, not planning on letting go any time soon, not that you'd want him to anyway.

It seems luck was on your side after all.

Note: Asmo is too cute and he deserved all three worlds.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #asmodeus x reader #obey me asmodeus #gn!mc #gn!reader #asmo x gn!mc #asmo x gn!reader #obey me fluff #obey me asmo fluff #fluff

[lancermylove]

Naturally Genius (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x gn! Reader, platonic

Warning: None

Requested by: @matching-with-my-demons​

Prompt: How would the obey me characters react to an MC that's extremely smart but rarely shows it? Like, they have not studied once in the almost year they've spent in the Devildom, they're extremely energetic and distractable, always getting into trouble, etc- But they're at the top of their class and get 86 to 100 % on all of their tests- But the second someone expects something from them they play hella dumb... in other words they're smart but they would rather be reckless and stupid and enjoy life to the fullest- because when did a smart decision lead to a funny story? 

A/N: Lol smart decisions always lead to boredom~. I hope you like it...I kinda struggled to write for some reason, but hopefully it turned out okay. 

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Asmo doesn't really care that you switch between being a genius and acting clueless, though it does confuse him every so often. 

He likes you for who you are - a fun-loving, sweet person who brightens his world. 

The Avatar of Lust does find it hilarious that you purposely act stupid to get rid of your boredom. He didn't know people did that until he met you. 

Like Asmo, Beel cares about you as a person, not your intelligence level. You're nice and share your food, and that's all that matters to him.

He likes your reckless side though, especially since the day you helped him build a 100 layer sandwich and watched him eat it, all while cheering for him. 

Beel wishes he didn't like to study like you, but he knows that Lucifer will be mad at him if he gets bad grades. 

Belphie likes having intelligent conversations with you when the two of you are in the planetarium. Other than that, he doesn't really mind you being reckless or a genius. 

He even suggests you take a nap when you're bored. Not only will you wake up more energized, but you won't have to think for a while. 

Like Beel, he also wishes he had your naturally genius mind so that he can sleep more and skip classes. 

Levi was genuinely surprised when you suggested an unusual tactic for one of the boss fights. He ended up winning without putting in much effort. 

Since that day, he wishes he could see your genius side more, but at the same time, he likes your "normal" self. 

He thinks you may stop talking to him if he can't match your intelligence level, and even worse, Levi thinks you'll judge him. 

Lucifer considers your ability to be a talking encyclopedia a privilege most people don't have and thinks you should cherish it. 

He doesn't like that you're reckless, and get into trouble as a result of them, despite being smart enough to know right from wrong. 

In the end, the Avatar of Pride shakes his head and says, "You're truly one of a kind..."

Though he doesn't like you getting into trouble, Luci still admires your desire to live life to the fullest. 

Satan admires your intelligence, even more since the day you solved the mystery in his favorite crime novel within a few seconds. 

He finds your reckless, “dumb” side to be entertaining as well. 

Whenever you’re around him, Satan likes to study your body language and mind to find out how your brain truly works. 

He likes being around you but he wishes that you would join him in intellectual conversations and show him more of your encyclopedia side. 

He thinks of you as his best friend and partner in crime, especially when it comes to pulling pranks. Thanks to your intelligence, you can get him out of trouble just as quickly as he gets himself into trouble. 

The best part for him is that you enjoying being reckless with him. 

What Mammon likes the most is unlike some of the geniuses in Devildom, you don’t look down on him; instead, you understand where he comes from and always support him. 

He was the most confused when you acted as an adviser to him and the next second he asked you for advice, you ran into a wall and shrugged your shoulders. 

Diavolo knows how to get around this side of your, though. Whenever he wants your advice, he calls you to his office, says the question, and brainstorms out loud, knowing that you will help him. 

Even more than your genius side, Diav likes your reckless side. He likes that you are willing to show him how to live life to the fullest because even a prince needs a break time-to-time. 

Barb was the first to notice the way you switched between being a genius and acting dumb. He found it to be rather interesting. 

Unfortunately for you, Barbatos knows your “weakness”, so he never asks you questions straight out as he knows you will turn on your clueless switch; instead, he talks to you in such a way that you always show him your genius side. 

By the time you realize this, the conversation is over and the day has almost come to an end.  

Luke doesn't care for your encyclopedic side. The young angel likes you for your personality more than your intelligence level. 

He does worry when you get too reckless and even gives you a lecture, but then quickly adds that he doesn't want you to get into trouble. 

Though, Luke likes it when you help him bake desserts. Some of your ideas and suggests blow the angel's mind. 

Simeon likes seeing your smart side, but he also admires your playful side. He thinks you great as you are and even gives your constant reminders to never change.

Like Luke, he worries about you being too reckless, but the older angel knows if you get into trouble, you're smart enough to get yourself out. 

What he worries about the most is people wanting to use you for your abilities. For this reason, he keeps an eye on the people around you. 

Solomon wishes you would show him more of your smart side. It’s difficult for him to find people who are on his intelligence level, and he hates that you shy away from showing him what you are capable of. 

Like some of the demons, Solomon knows how to manipulate his words to get you to show him your genius side, but he doesn’t use it too often.

After all, if you catch on and stop talking to him, then he won’t be able to learn more about you. Who knows maybe someday your knowledge could help him in some way. 

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[hoe-doroki]

Can I request some tender loving from soft dom deku and female reader?

Very swnsual

Just you've been together forever and waking up from an afternoon nap together

You're feeling particularly loving. Like you have so much love to give that your hearts just gonna burst if you dont show it to him.

I'm just in a soft Feku mood, let him run his fingers through my hair and tell me im his sweetheart, im his girl.

Thank you!

Hi, dear! You wanted a loving Deku to top you, well you came to the right place. Not quite dom/sub, but I think I squeezed in some of the things you wanted. Hope you like it! ;)

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, mild breeding, mild praise kink; everything’s mild, lol

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.1k

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

The sunlight was bright in your eyes before they were even open. You scrunched your face to fight off that red glare behind your lids and turned away into a mess of soft curls.

That you could wake up looking at.

When you opened your eyes, your husband’s face was aglow with the high midday light. His jaw was slack, mouth partially open—he was still well asleep. Izuku was always so tired from work that he could sleep through anything, cheeky sunlight included. Of course, this was only when he was feeling safe, which usually meant with you. With you he could sleep undisturbed, at peace.

The butterflies in your stomach quivered as you rolled to one side to fully face out of the sun and towards him. The back of his hair was still dark, damp from the shower he’d taken before you’d convinced him to crawl back into bed. Even the number one hero should sleep in on a Saturday off from work.

Of course, he hadn’t. So after he’d returned from an early run to the gym, you’d managed to pull him back in for the rest that you knew he needed. His eyelids had still been just a pinch too heavy, his smile a tad too slow—though no less genuine.

You pressed your nose against the freckles on his cheek, warmed by the sun. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had awoken in such glorious sunlight. All the skyscrapers in the city made true beams of sun rare in your apartment. But today, it seemed, you’d gotten lucky.

“Honey?”

Your eyes had fluttered closed again against Izuku’s soft cheek, so you opened them to see the light twitches of Izuku’s cracking open.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, your mouth millimeters away from his jawline, tantalizingly close.

“Mm, that’s okay.” Izuku rolled over so that he was facing you, a smile spreading across his face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you returned, your teeth just barely showing in a grin as Izuku found your hand beneath the blanket and intertwined your fingers with his. He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed right below where your wedding band was, the scratches on the white gold glinting in the bright sun.

Izuku’s eyes were a wide meadow of grassy green in that moment as the sun glinted off of them. His pupils were shrunk to pinpricks, totally focused on you and a little cross-eyed as you lay nose to nose. “That was a good nap.”

“Mm, yeah.”

Your feet were rubbing together lightly, knees knocking as you both slowly surfaced from the haze that sleeping in the middle of the day always painted over you. It only felt natural that, as you did, the crown of your head tilted a little further into the pillow and your chin angled a little closer to your husband. Your noses shifted from rubbing affectionately to slotting together as you exchanged soft kisses. After a moment, Izuku pulled apart, lips curling up, brows raised under his curls that were flat from the pillow.

“Very energizing nap too, right?”

A smirk pulled at half your face. “Something like that.”

You met back again with a little more gusto, Izuku’s hand pulling from yours in order to cup your chin while you brought your hand to his shirtless back, pressing him closer to you. You raised your left leg up underneath the blanket and hooked it over Izuku’s thigh, and you could quickly feel his need growing beneath the boxers he’d thrown on out of the shower.

Izuku’s tongue just tasted like Izuku—familiar from whenever he had time for morning kisses before duty called. But the rest of him was nothing but clean: fruity shampoo from the shower, the slight musk of his aftershave and deodorant, the very light pine from his bodywash. It all was soft but not trying too hard.

“God, I wish I had more days off,” Izuku groaned as he naturally started pushing you onto your back, the hand that had been on your jaw now down to the fleshy part of your shoulder as his torso fell over yours.

“You don’t,” you said, almost giggling at what a lie that had been. “You just wish that you had more time.”

His eyes were soft as he pulled back to look at you. You could see in flecks of dark jade the hints of regret that Izuku always held. There was never enough time to be a hero. Never enough time to be a husband. Even if he spurned one and took on the other exclusively, it would never be enough. So he made do with what he had and, over the years, had put every effort into making time for both, doing everything with that inimitable Deku ardor.

“I do,” he said. “God, I do.”

You were completely on your back now as he pressed between your legs, which came up to hook around his hips. He leaned into you heavily, against your mouth, against your core. His intent had grown quickly, as it always did, and yours was rising to meet him.

The tee you’d thrown on had ridden far higher than your panties and Izuku had one hand creeping under it, cupping one of your breasts as he ground against you. A few moans escaped you as he kissed you passionately, just as he had when your relationship had been new. But now the passion was matched with experience; he knew your every spot, every desire almost better than you did. Soon he was rising off of you, the hem of the shirt clenched in his hand. You arched up for him to pull it off of you and then relaxed back down.

You expected Izuku to follow you immediately, but instead one hand passed over your hair and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated. “Just, like…really, really amazing.”

You preened at the praise and it compelled you to hook both hands around Izuku’s neck and pull him back down to you. You met no resistance as his mouth fell back against yours, his hands pressed on either side of your hips as he began rutting against you through your undergarments.

“God, Izu,” you breathed as, even through his boxers, the head of his cock managed to meet your clit. Your panties were clinging to the slick that had already formed, and his thick shaft was keeping them stuck while you just wanted them off, sooner rather than later.

“I know, honey,” Izuku groaned, grasping the elastic of your panties in both hands. “God, I always need you so much.”

“Me too,” you said, bringing your legs together so that Izuku could pull your panties down and throw them to the ground.

His boxers were next, not getting the delicate treatment that your underwear had gotten. He tore them off, betraying his eagerness as he immediately went to the bedside drawer for your half-empty bottle of lube, squirting some generously in his hand. He fisted it over his cock before taking his slick hand and pressing it against your pussy, rubbing four fingers up and down over the breadth of your sex. You gasped, arching against the bed at the direct contact, suddenly so much warmer than you had been a moment ago, from your cunt to your breasts now bathed in sun.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Izuku mumbled against your mouth as his body came close and his hand, the one puckered with scars, rubbed against the roundness of your hip.

“Please—need you,” you said, practically quivering for him as his wet dick slid over top of your needy hole.

“Okay, gonna take you so high,” Izuku said as he grabbed his cock and readied it against your entrance and you felt the hot stretch of him pressing into you.

“Yes,” you whispered as he sunk in, the perfect shape and contours of his cock brushing all the familiar spots inside of you until he bottomed out. Then he took your hand in his again, forehead pressed against yours and began long, deep thrusts.

“God, I love you, honey,” Izuku said as the pace slowly increased, his pelvis slapping into yours with a wet clap at every full thrust. “You feel so good for me. So hot and tight.”

You just whined in response as you lifted your hips to his. Maintaining his pounding, Izuku reached for one of your pillows and, without prompting, you raised up enough for him to slide it under you so he could hit all your secret places with every thrust.

All you could do was grip him tightly as he had his way with you. Your fingers clenched around his, your legs around his waist, and—most of all—your throbbing cunny around his hard cock.

God, he was right. You didn’t get to have him like this enough. He was so good—so strong and kind—and you loved him so much that it was never enough.

“Close, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you cried as one hand crept down to your clit and started rubbing a slick pattern on it. “Fuck, fill me up, Izuku.”

Izuku grunted as your walls squeezed around him a little tighter. “Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t get my cum until you finish.”

Everything got hazier as you closed your eyes to the sunlight, overcome by the sensations on your clit and in your cunt—even more so when Izuku bent his head and began suckling on your neck. All you could focus on were those three points, each becoming stronger and stronger in your brain until you suddenly gasped, legs shaking around your husband as he pulled your orgasm out of you, stoking it as he kept thrusting into you.

“There it is, honey,” Izuku said, and you could feel him smiling against his neck. “Now do you want my cum?”

You could do little more than whine for it as you came down from your orgasm, desiring to make Izuku feel as good as you did, for you to give him a shred of the pleasure that he did you. So you squeezed him tighter around the waist and drew him into you, wanting nothing more than his cum deep inside of you the moment he finished.

“Please, Zuku,” you breathed. “I love you.”

His brows screwed together, tight with concentration as his pace sped up to full speed—the tell tale sign that he was reaching his end.

“Uh—Oh god,” Izuku grunted as he began to spurt inside of you, painting your insides with liquid heat. “Fuck, I’m cumming. Gonna fill you so good.”

He was already making good on his word. Some of his essence squeezed out as his thrusts continued, making a mess of you both. You just held him as he slowed down, his heavy breaths pushing his stomach into yours until finally stuttering to a stop. Just before he fell boneless, he wrapped both arms around you and flipped you onto his stomach where he could hold you close.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” Izuku said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and running his hands up and down your bare back.

“Mm,” you hummed, eyes closing against Izuku’s chest as you felt him slip out of you and your combined fluids begin to dribble out. “Making a mess.”

“That’s okay,” Izuku said, one hand moving up to the base of your hairline and playing with the tiniest strands that lived there. “I’ll get you cleaned up in a minute. I’m just not done holding you yet.”

You weren’t done yet either, so you made sure to hold him everywhere you could. You straightened your legs a bit, tangling them with Izuku’s and kept your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. His body was so warm, so strong. He held you like this often enough that you knew that you weren’t too heavy on top of him—he’d proven you wrong too many times when you’d tried to argue with him.

His chest had broadened with age and was just perfect to lie against, whether with just a head and a hand or with your whole body like now. And he’d only gotten stronger in his years as the number one hero. In a few minutes’ time, he’d lift up the both of you and carry you to the bath, despite having taken a shower himself just before your nap. His gnarled hands would pass softly over your skin, cleaning you up and loving you well.

But, for now, you lay as the day’s sun traveled over your interlaced bodies. You lay until it passed your toes, until it left the room. Even without it, you were still warm.

#deku x reader #deku smut #not/sfw #ask ana #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #deku imagines #deku imagine #deku fanfic #mha x reader #mha smut

[gryffindormischief]

flow | part 2 (sweater knickers)

A/N: this is for @fightfortherightsofhouseelves hehe. one more part after this I think...planning for a lil sultry fluff

There's a part 1 here that definitely makes this mess make more sense xD

Available on FF and Ao3 (from the beginning FF // Ao3)

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“Well this went so well last time, I’m not surprised you asked me again,” Harry drawls, taking another sip of his ‘thank you for helping your desperate mate’ smoothie. It’s a bit too heavy on the citrus but it’s free and fruit is fruit.

“Actually, my professor said I was ‘insightful’ and ‘possessed a shocking level of medical knowledge for a classics student.’”

Harry huffs and takes a pointed sip, letting Neville stew in his ill-gotten compliments. Whatever punishment he receives from the slightly weak glare can’t be as painful as Harry’s resulting brain freeze. That’ll teach him to try to mimic the infamous Lily Evans-Potter deadpan glare.

“Not like you have anything better to do.”

“Definitely not in med school,” Harry drawls.

“Ok. You’re so super busy?”

“I spent the entire weekend doing clinical shifts, so yeah.”

Neville blinks, waiving a biscotti to prompt Harry on, “And then you…”

“Then I spent the remainder of my time taking care of my fake farm.”

“There it is.” Neville says, triumphant as he taps Harry’s knuckles with the half eaten cookie. He takes another bite, crumbs falling across the back of Harry’s hand.

Harry shakes the sugary bits to the table top and flips another page, roughly enough that he nearly tears the corner off.

“Oi! Watch - ”

This time, Harry’s pointed glare is slightly more successful - Neville doesn’t outright laugh at him. Sadly, Harry’s mood has dipped decidedly since the harsh, albeit accurate, reminder that he spends his weekends wooing little animated characters and buying tiny cartoon horses.

“Do you ever,” Harry takes a long breath, “I feel like everyone is crunching granola and energized by the universe while I’m - passed out in a chair with a pack of milk duds on my chest.”

“Last time I found you asleep it was apple slices. That’s a step up, right?” Neville says, dunking his biscotti into his coffee, “Back to work, no time for angst.”

“So selfish.”

“I’m helping you keep your artistic side while also honing your skills as a wingman - now critique.”

Harry snorts and sips at his smoothie, wincing as the chill freezes up the back of his throat. “All that honing and criticism is what got me in trouble last time.”

“You liked it just fine.”

A few patrons jostle past and Harry scoots forward, flipping another page. “Load of good it did.”

“One crisis at a time - I need four pages of analysis by Wednesday.”

“Today’s the last day you can demand my time for a bit - I’m Tonks’ plus one for Teddy’s friend’s birthday.”

“How complicated.”

Harry grabs another sticky note and marks a men’s fitness ad. “She says she gets lonely if Remus isn’t there.”

“Sounds like a fix up.”

Sucking in a breath, Harry winces, “I know.”

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“Thanks for humoring me Harry,” Tonks says, bouncing at Harry’s side, not unlike her 5 year old, currently holding Harry’s hand.

Tonks grips his arm a little tighter and Harry grunts. “I can’t help but think I’ve been duped.”

Teddy does some sort of jumping pirouette while keeping his grip on Harry’s index finger - and nearly dislocating Harry’s arm in the process - and Tonks trips over nothing. Which could be an indication that Harry’s right about the duping. Though admittedly it is odder if Tonks doesn’t trip, stumble, knock over, etc.

“I can enjoy a party and hate going without backup.”

“Right.”

“And Remus has that departmental bonding weekend - ”

“That sounds terrifying.”

As they crest the hill they’ve been working their way up since parking Harry’s compact alongside the rest of the partygoers' vehicles, Teddy gets a dangerous look in his eye. Before Harry or Tonks can even consider what’s about to happen, Teddy’s log rolling down the grassy incline and giggling like a little hoodlum.

They pick up the pace to meet Teddy at the bottom, hopefully all in one piece, and Harry barely manages to take in the towering cottage waiting for them. Once Teddy’s had a stern lecture from Tonks and a crooked brow from Harry, he does look a bit chastened. But any glumness vanishes when a high pitched little voice with a tinge of an accent shouts, “Teddy!”

Harry and Tonks turn almost in unison as Teddy shoots off for the front door of the home, finally getting to examine the odd structure. It’s got the appearance that every few years another section was just stacked on top, a bit haphazardly but not without love. Delicate flowers crawl up the sides - real and hand painted, whitewashed shutters hug each dark grey windowpane, and in deference to today’s festivities, a rainbow of pennants hang from the eaves.

While Teddy and his friend - presumably the birthday girl Victoire - circle aimlessly in some sort of ring around the rosy mimic, Tonks pulls Harry closer to the house. “I did have an ulterior motive.”

“Shocking.”

Teddy’s in grabbing distance and makes good use of it, hand tugging at Harry’s sleeve and introducing him into the dizzy circuits wearing a pattern in the soft grass. Victoire and Teddy’s nonsense song almost drown out Tonks' voice as she whisper-shouts and gestures toward the front of the house, “Harry - meet ulterior motive.”

His eyeline immediately follows and finds a woman warming the half open doorway.  “Sweater Pants?”

Her eyes find his almost at the same time and she barks out a laugh, “Breathable Knickers Boy?”

Tonks looks between them, “You know each other.”

“Not - we - “

Whatever fumbling response Harry might’ve managed ends when Teddy’s ankle locks around his and the next handful of moments are spent twisting his body into whatever shape it takes not to crush his godson and godson’s best mate. And hopefully avoid starting his Foundation Programme with a broken limb.

Both children are already giggling so Tonks takes on the cursory review for any unnoticed bumps, cuts, or bruises, while Sweater Pants offers Harry a hand.

“Are you stalking me?”

“Is it stalking if I have an invitation?”

“Are you five?”

“Did you know plus ones at children’s parties are a thing now?”

“Tonks is such a meddler,” Sweater Pants says with a wry grin as Harry dusts his bum off. Hopefully he’s not completely covered in grass and other nature mess. Though it would be on brand for his interactions with Sweater Pants.

She picks a few twigs from his jumper and tosses them aside, brow furrowed. “So is that what you have been calling me in your head? Sweater Pants?”

“I - ” Harry can’t manage a response, not when her fingers have now touched his chest and maybe lingered just a bit too long.

“Because I think of you as Dr. Fit Trainwreck. Filled in the doctor bit from context clues.”

“I - almost a doctor.”

She snorts. “Ok then - I model.”

“Yeah - oh you’re taking the mick.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious, though the whole ‘model’ as a verb thing does ruin my joke a bit.”

“Dr. Obvious.”

Model Sweater Pants holds up one finger, “Ah - it’s Almost Dr. Obvious.”

“I guess I’m a doctor - still feels odd? I start my foundation programme at the end of the month.”

“Fancy,” she answers, only pausing to send a cheerful wave as Teddy and Victoire disappear inside. And then once they do, to flick off Tonks, who accepts the greeting with a wink. “So names? Or am I only allowed to call you Doctor?”

Her voice pitches lower and it’s not really a thing for Harry, being called Doctor - which is good for so many reasons - but this woman calling him Doctor and looking at him with those warm brown eyes. He’s halfway gone and barely chokes out, “Harry.”

She hums. “Very nice. I’m Ginny. So you can stop calling me Sweaty Bum or whatever you said earlier.”

“Sweater Pants, just Sweater Pants.”

Ginny winks and rests her hand on the brass handle, door already cracked open. “Not as bad as it could’ve been. Ta.”

Once Harry’s inside, he’s sucked into the tornado that is a children’s birthday party. Happy screams, shushing parents, echoes of begging for cake now, and the veritable minefield of tiny fingers and toes just waiting to be squashed under his boots. Boots that suddenly feel very large.

He can’t quite tell who the hostess is and Tonks is a virtual ghost, flitting between conversations and avoiding Harry quite unlike someone who couldn’t bear attending alone and ending up a sad wallflower.

An amused voice jars him from his thoughts. “Contemplating throwing the ‘do no harm’ vow out the window?”

“Just for the afternoon,” Harry mutters back, though a grin does tickle his lips at the sound of Ginny’s voice. He turns to face her fully, “She thinks I’m completely inept socially.”

“She has some faith if she left you unattended.”

“It’s not like I don’t have friends!”

“Of course,” Ginny agrees, “Mum pulls this with me all the time.”

“Don’t start me on parents - though my dad is the invasive one.”

Ginny chuckles. “I like that. Invasive.”

Harry does his best to ignore the way his chest warms at her laughter. She thinks he is funny. The effort is helped along somewhat by the stampede of three of the tiny party attendees chasing each other with noisemakers. After nearly being knocked on his face, Harry finds his efforts in staying upright have been aided by Ginny’s firm grasp on his elbow.

“Alright?”

“I - uh. Yes.”

He ruffles his hair and swears at the genetic curse that makes resisting the impulse next to impossible.

Ginny grins at him. “In the mood for some sneaking around?”

Unbidden, Harry’s brows rise, drawing a blush from Ginny, though she doesn’t falter. “I know where the ‘ugly’ fairy cakes are.”

“I did forget to eat lunch.”

She nods and Harry follows her out of the room, studiously avoiding Tonks’ gaze, though he can feel it burning his shoulders as he goes. The smugness is practically tangible. Shockingly, the slight prickle at Harry’s pride fades in comparison to his growing infatuation. Mostly.

Basically every flat surface in the kitchen is covered with celebratory foods - tiny sandwiches (with varying cheeses, meats, and veg), biscuits, fairy cakes, pastry of sweet and savory variety, lemonade - and yet the chaos seems organized in some unknown way.  It’s well beyond Harry’s comprehension, particularly when Ginny is gesturing toward him with a crooked finger and a dangerous grin.

It’s not quite clear whether she’s trying to be tempting, but Harry’s rapidly discovering that regardless of intent his brain is going to be at least 30% occupied thinking about the subtle nuances of Ginny’s smile any time she’s around.

“These came out crooked and Mum and Fleur agreed - perhaps for the first time in history - that they just would not do. No matter how much I told them layering enough frosting and sprinkles on top would do the trick.”

Harry accepts the proffered fairy cake and picks a star-shaped sprinkle off the top. “I see you demonstrated your point?”

“I can’t bear seeing a delicious bake go to waste,” Ginny sighs, nearly moaning honestly, already on her second bite. “Looks don’t matter when wonderful things are happening to your tongue.”

Said tongue darts out to catch a stray sprinkle and if her smile takes up 30% of his brain power, that little move was at least 60%. Honestly, it’s starting to feel like a miracle that Harry’s remaining upright at this point. Ginny produces a couple of juice boxes from somewhere and offers one to Harry.

She’s apparently been chatting away while he stared like an idiot and he was fairly certain he’d kept up somewhat - Ginny stops mid sentence and wiggles the juice box at him. “Harry.”

He grimaces around the last bite of his fairy cake  and accepts the drink. “Yes?”

“When are you going to ask me out?”

Unfortunately, it’s one of life’s truths that what is impeccable timing for one person can be the exact opposite for another. And even more unfortunately, this moment is one such a time for Harry and Ginny. And most unfortunately, Harry is the ‘exact opposite’ half of the equation when Ginny’s pointed question coincides exactly with Harry’s placement of the tiny straw in his juice and subsequent abrupt squeezing of the box.

As Ginny is helping him dry off, dabbing his face through her tears of laughter, Harry can’t help but giggle himself. “Probably - I was probably going to ask when I was sure you’d say yes.”

Ginny tsks. “You can never be sure.”

Harry removes his glasses and begins swiping at them with the small section on the left side of his shirt that managed to remain unscathed. “Ok maybe I was waiting to see if you asked me - definitely seem like the type to be cool with that.”

She pauses her swiping and sets the towel on the counter, then faces him, hands on hips. “And are you the type that’s cool with me doing that?” Ginny quirks a brow and continues, “I’m not worried about offending because if you’re not then.”

“I can ‘eff off’?”

He earns a snort and can’t help but feel a bit puffed up at the reward. Eventually, Ginny adds, “More like I just want to see if this is going to go anywhere. And if I should tell you to eff off.”

There’s a sudden influx of shorter than countertop height partygoers in the kitchen, all making a beeline for the back door, shepherded by Tonks and a few unfamiliar adults. Someone’s shouting about a piñata and Harry only pauses a minute before turning his attention back to Ginny. “I don’t mind being wined, dined, and wooed if that’s what you mean.”

Ginny’s brows flick up, challenging. “Well let's see if I want to do that, yeah?” She rinses her hands at the sink and waits for Harry to do the same while she works the backdoor open, excited candy-related shouts already spilling into the kitchen.

The yard is a hive of activity, as is to be expected, but they’re still on the outskirts of it all when Harry answers, “Oh, like a test?”

“Ew! No tests. It’s a birthday party.”

If Harry hadn’t guessed who the conversation interloper was, the small but effective force of a tiny being slamming against his side clears it up. “Hey Ted.”

Teddy’s companion - birthday girl Victoire - shakes her head and grins at Teddy, “No it’s like a friendship test.”

After taking this information in, Teddy nods thoughtfully and asks, “Like when I asked you if you liked dinosaurs? And you said you wanted to be a pterodactyl when you grew up?”

Victoire nods. “And then we were best mates.”

Teddy grins and lets out what Harry knows by now is his version of a raptor’s rallying cry, which is immediately followed by the two young party goers running off into the fray of friends and classmates clamoring around the next party activity set up. Something involving pennants, dowels, crepe paper and glue sticks.

Ginny sidles up next to him and sighs, “I guess we need a test to see if we can be best mates.”

“Well,” Harry begins, voice heavy, “I want to be a brachiosaurus when I grow up.”

“Microraptor or nothing,” Ginny shoots back with equal seriousness.

Harry’s laugh is loud enough to draw a few stares and he finally leans in to murmur, “Go out with me?”

#blarg writes hinny #blarg writes flow #blarg writes things #hinny au #hinny #au #neville #harry x ginny #Harry Potter x ginny weasley #hinny muggle au

[kaimelia]

hi. do u think u could write one like kind of related to the episode - one of the days amelia is at the hospital (maybe a night shift) scout gets sick with a fever or a cold and link takes care of him and amelia feels guilty for leaving?

lost

a/n: gosh. this whole situation could've been avoided in 17x16 im still slightly pissed okay. anyways thanks for the prompt and I hope you enjoy it!

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"Hey, I won't be home tonight," Amelia's voice trailed off as she spoke, her brain beginning to realize just how many nights she hadn't been home in recent memory. "Skylar's still not responsive, but I feel like I'm so close, Link."

"You won't be home, like at all?" Something about him sounded different, maybe a bit of worry in his voice? She shook her head.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just, Scout's running a fever. And I know that he'll be fine soon; I've been checking it all day, and his temperature is heading down, but he's just not enjoying life very much right now." He chuckled nervously. "We'll be fine. Don't worry."

"I can come home in half an hour," she muttered, beginning to shove her research into folders, "my intern can watch Skylar. What's his temp now?"

"Amelia, stay at work; we'll be fine. I just got him down for a nap anyway; you being here isn't going to do anything. We'll just both be stressing out, and that will stress him out, and then he won't get better. Just stay there."

"Did you say he's been sick all day? Link, why didn't you say anything?"

"You were at work, and I didn't want you to stress over something as little as a fever. However, I'm a little bit, just a little sleep-deprived." Link laughed again until she heard Scout begin to cry on the other end of the phone. "Crap. Okay, I've gotta go. We'll be fine; enjoy working." The phone call ended before Amelia could say anything else. She dropped her head into her hands and sighed.

"Everything okay?" Maggie had opened the door and was peeking her head through the doorway, watching Amelia at the desk. "You look stressed."

"Scout's got a fever, and Link didn't think to tell me because I've been working all day. And now he doesn't want me coming home because it'll just stress them both out if I'm there."

"Did he really say that?"

"He implied it." Amelia groaned, leaning back in the desk chair. "I'm failing as a mother."

"And what makes you think that?"

"Scout's sick, and I'm not there. I was working while he spent the whole day crying and feeling like crap, and all you want when you're sick is to be held and cuddled," she murmured. "And I wasn't there."

"I'm sure that Link is cuddling him to death. That man is absolutely obsessed with Scout, and you and I both know he would do anything for him. So, I don't think this is you being worried about Scout. He's in the best hands he could possibly be in." Maggie took a seat in the chair beside Amelia and pulled her mask off. "What's really going on?"

"Is it terrible that I would rather be at work than home right now? I mean, I love Scout. With everything in me, but work is where I'm happiest. And I'm glad that Link is okay to spend the day with Scout and speak in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice the entire time, but that's just not what I want to do all day. I've done enough of that these past few months."

"It's not terrible. You're keeping yourself sane by being here, and I'm sure Scout would prefer that you don't lose your mind. Everyone needs a place where they can destress. For Link, that's surrounded by a pile of kids, and for you and me, it's here at work. It's not a bad thing, Amelia." The neurosurgeon sighed and ran a hand through her hair, cringing as she felt the oil building on her roots. Maybe she had been spending too much time working.

"I just, Mer always talks about how absent her mother was because her Ellis loved working so much. I don't ever want to be that Mom."

"The fact that you're thinking about that shows me that you won't ever be that Mom, Amelia. Look," she leaned forward, "I'm no expert on this, clearly. I don't have any kids. But I think you're getting back into the routine you had before Scout was born and expecting it to look completely different because you have a kid now. It doesn't have to look so different. You can balance being a mother and working full-time. Everyone here does it."

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She pushed open the door, rushing through just to see her boyfriend passed out on the couch, his shirt decorated with spit-up and a cloth thrown over his shoulder. She found Scout in his nursery, his eyes wide open, his limbs flailing around in the air. "You feeling better, Scout?" Amelia picked him up, cradling him in her arms and handing him his favorite pacifier. "You tired your Daddy out," she whispered, walking out into the kitchen and grabbing the thermometer from the counter.

"Mm, when did you get here?" Link sat up from the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Just a bit ago. He was awake in his crib; I think the little guy's feeling better." She glanced down at the thermometer. "99.2."

"It was 99.8 when I fell asleep," Link muttered, standing up. "I need to shower, can you handle him for the next while?" She nodded slowly, watching as Link trudged down the hall towards the bathroom. Scout cooed happily in her arms.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here," she whispered, moving back into the nursery and lowering herself into the rocking chair Link had built. "Mommy's having a hard time working and being your Mommy." Scout looked up at her with his blue eyes wide, following the strand of her hair that fell in front of her face. "But Mommy loves you so much, you know that? Mommy just needs to figure out how to give herself time to be someone other than your Mommy." She took a breath. "And, I've been talking in the third person to a baby. I sound insane."

By the time Link came into the nursery, his hair damp and being more energized than before, he smiled at the sight of Amelia rocking their son back and forth, her hands combing through Scout's short blonde hair. Amelia looked up at him and smiled.

"Hey," she whispered, holding out her hand for him. He approached her and took it.

"You okay? You look like you've been crying," Link muttered, kneeling down beside her.

"Yeah, I'm just," Amelia exhaled slowly, trying to think of what to say. "I'm a little bit lost right now, and I keep thinking that work will fix that, but then I just feel guilty for not being here for Scout. I don't know, honestly." Link frowned and stood up, sitting on the footrest for the rocking chair.

"Your face is all thinky right now, so I want you to just tell me everything inside of your head. No judgment. Just say everything, and I'll try to understand and help." She bit the inside of her cheek and smiled slightly.

"Thank you," escaped her mouth with an accompanying tear falling from her eye.

"We're in this together. So, let's figure it out."

#amelink #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia x link #amelink fanfiction #grey's anatomy #amelink fanfic #greys abc #greys fanfic #scout lincoln #maggie pierce #my fics

[bjy-on-ao3]

Kinktober 2021, Day 2

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.) This is more magical aphrodisiacs than a physical one, but I think it still fits. Had been tossing this around for a bit, as well as how I wanted to end it. I’d like to write more with Urianger, but, as much as I love him, his dialogue really breaks my brain mostly (and in saying that I hope the dialogue here is suitable!). Summary Practicing archaic spells is risky at best when done in a proper setting safe from tampering or reasonable error. When mischievous pixies or illusions get involved, things can go rather awry, even for an experienced caster.

Tags/Warnings Aphrodisiacs, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Magic, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Sex Pollen, Slightly Dubious Consent

Kinktober 2021, 02: Aphrodisiacs (Reader x Urianger Augurelt)

It was a day not unlike many others. Well, at least a day in the life of the champion who served some goddess of light and carried on their shoulders the fate of not just one world, but many. You had been granted a blessed respite among the numerous tasks that needed tending, thank the Twelve. Though, that respite didn’t mean you could afford to simply lie idle in the meantime. No, even on a day of rest, there were preparations to attend to, subjects to learn and study. Preparations that ought to give you a greater chance of success in your seemingly impossible ordeals.

Your preparations had taken you to Lydha Lran that day, home of the fae, to the little cottage estate that Urianger had taken up residence in during his time among the pixies. There had been some ancient, ritualistic spell, many eons old, unearthed from among the multitude of equally old tomes. You were unsure whether it had been Urianger’s discovery alone, or the pixies or nu mou had a hand in things as well. Whatever the case, Urianger seemed confident in the spell’s beneficial nature.

You had agreed without hesitations. After all, why shouldn’t you trust your fellow scions and dear friend? True enough, Urianger had been guilty of grand falsehoods in the past, but they had always been for the greater means to aid the scions and keep the world from calamity. Through all that, his loyalty had been proven unwavering.

With the assurance of your steadfast trust in mind, you had met him at his little home away from home one morning, not long after the sun had peeked past the horizon. As usual, it took some fussing with the pixies, over yourself and Urianger before they had been eventually convinced to disperse and grant you some privacy and silence. You had to admit, though, that it was always rather cute just how fond of the elezen man the pixies were.

Everything necessary for the spell had been gathered before and was carefully put into place around the room, to the finest detail and marking. Standing amidst glyphs and drawings, surrounded by tables, books, shelves, and various research aids, you cast a subtle glance toward Urianger. His nose pointed toward the pages of the ancient book, concentration written across his features. He ran his fingers lightly over the page, and his lips subtly, as if becoming better acquainted with the words staring back at him from the archaic tome. He paused briefly, before seeming to read a line over once more.

As he turned his focus from the tome, you looked at him expectantly. “I believe all is in order,” he stated, “On they leave, we may begin.”

“Let’s get started then,” you declared with a firm nod to match your eager tone.

With another swift glance at the tome’s musty pages, Urianger set about speaking the incantations, loud and clear as a bell, peppering in the various gestures and other necessities of the spell. You breathed a soft sigh to clear your mind and relax, to let the magics take hold. There was no room for aether stirred up by any potential lingering nerves associated with your heavy burden to the First and Source now.

The spell wasn’t long, its invocation taking only a minute or two, and at first, there was little difference in you. A sense of slightly energized refreshment, surely, but you had been imagining the spell’s effects to be something more noticeable or impressive. Yet just when you were about to ask Urianger if he was certain the spell had succeeded - or if mayhap the effect was one of the delayed kind - you were struck silent.

Your breaths came a little harder, sharper, and each gulp of air made you feel hot and tingly. Each breath seemed to draw down and into your center, bring with them a prickling warmth that wasn’t quite unpleasant. From that center of heat, the sensation crept outward to each extremity, to the tips of fingers and toes. Once the tingling warmth had enveloped you completely, it intensified, roaring hotter under your skin.

You were in no pain, though, and it was hardly even something you truly label as discomfort. It was simply something like a burning, a yearning for something to scratch the itch the tingling left in its wake. Despite leaving you unscathed, the feeling startled you.

“Is aught amiss?” Urianger asked, concern breaching his speech as if he could read the shock and newly spun worry on your face. Something for sure told the man something wasn’t quite right.

“I-I’m not quite sure. What-what does the tome say the spell should feel like?” you asked uncertainly, having to almost force the words out.

Your whole body throbbed now with the heat as if your blood was surging alongside it, too. It was a most distracting thing to feel, making it hard to focus on your words. The incessant heat seemed to only be fueled to greater heights when Urianger had spoken, brief as he had been.

Urianger’s pale eyes shot down to the page, quickly skimming again. Your heart skipped when noticed them widen slightly in what you could only assume was surprise. “I-What manner of trickery is this?” He flicked several pages, back and forth, as if searching for the spell that had presumably been right in front of him. “The incantation from before, ‘tis gone, and a new spell doth remain in its place,” he said, almost in a hush, as if in disbelief.

“Then what-aah,” your words faltered, the strange sensation choking your speech for an instant. “What spell was cast? I feel rather… hot, prickly almost,: you hesitated, trying to properly describe the sensation. It was something beyond prickles or tingles, rather something that had become a pulse, settling in your core and making you feel jittery, anticipatory.

Pale gold met your eyes when Urianger spoke again, and there was alarm, concern, and something akin to embarrassment. “A ritual many eons past, cast proceeding an ancient version of Eternal Bonding. A magic to ensure the newlyweds suffered no difficulties in the night thereafter,” he explained. His tone and demeanor would have seemed level enough, given the circumstances, were it not for the rosy flush of embarrassment dusting his cheeks.

“To ensure newlyweds suffered no difficulties?” You repeated, turning the words over in your heat-addled mind. You shuddered when the meaning, at last, struck home, giving the pulsing and heat in your center much more gravity.

Somehow, the book itself must have been magicked or disguised until the illusioned page’s spell has been cast. It had been an illusion great enough for Urianger not to see through, and he had unintentionally cast what was essentially the magical equivalent of a powerful aphrodisiac upon you. What you felt was not some horrid pain or sinister curse that would leave you in dire straights or with loss of life and limb. Though understanding that didn’t make the newly understood effect it had upon you any easier to resist or endure.

Each new second your eyes lay on the handsome elezen who seemed so shamed by his mistake magnified the ravenous heat in your gut by some degree as if he were some catalyst for it. Though perhaps in a way he was, in a way, though you had never told him outright. Here and there you had taken hints or advice from Thancred on flirting and subtly invitation, struck down by what seemed to be Urianger’s sheer obliviousness to the attempts. Hanging around him when you had spare time or making excuses to aid with his research, any effort you could spare to convey your feelings without actually speaking them had been worth it to you. Your desires had never been made quite plain, though.

Yet the potent sorceries coursing through you now were demanding you make it clear, and in the rawest and most physical sense. The intensity with which it was beginning to consume you was frightening on its own, even if it was otherwise harmless, only inconvenient.

“W-well, undo it then!” you insisted, your words wavered, your focus directed toward disobeying the spell and not besetting Urianger like some beast in heat.

Another quicker flicker of his eyes to the page, frantic searching, and another flash of regret. “There is naught I can do to dispel it. The spell must run its course.”

The admission made your stomach sink, though the rolling heat was more than happy to fill the emptiness left in its wake. You reeled, wondering if you should just flee, get far from the one man who had the greatest effect on your desires, even if he was unaware of it. Yet, the idea of being alone and ensorcelled to be boundless horny in the trickery-filled land of Il Mheg was not much more appealing of a prospect. The consequences you faced out there could likely be much more grave.

“Urianger, I…” you forced yourself to stop, cursing your traitorous tongue, already trying to decide for you. Would you go mad if you didn’t satisfy the howling desires in your gut and your mind? Such a spell suited to assist such sacred tradition seemed far more a curse than a boon. “There is a way,” you muttered, words low in shame and apprehension.

“Pardon?”

“A way to dispel it, I mean.”

If Urianger rejected your solution, rejected you, it would only compound the physical strain of the spell with an embarrassment that would surely never recede. But your muddled brain shouted at you, compelling you to just try . Never had you thought in your wildest dreams that this would be the manner in which you solicited Urianger, in any sense.

Urianger wasn’t daft, though, to be certain, and his eyes thinned at your proposal that a solution existed. “Prithee, explain what manner of dispelling thou doth speak of?” he asked cautiously.

For an instant of indecision, you weren’t sure whether to put it delicately or be straightforward and tactless. The latter won out though as another burst of heat blossomed in your core, radiating outward with startling swiftness. “In short, Urianger, I need you to fuck me.”

The crude words set Urianger’s cheeks aflame immediately. Though you imagined he’d already had an idea of what you meant to say, you hadn’t seen him quite so flustered in many moons. His new knowledge of what the spell was for didn’t protect him from the rush of pink and red to his cheeks, no matter how much he might have been prepared. Your stomach sank a second time as Urianger was silent for a moment, looking to be struck dumb by your bluntness.

“Nay, the spell doth color thine words and cloud thine judgment,” Urianger denied with a quick shake of his head.

In that instant, you silently cursed and blessed him for his sincerity. But you knew where your desires had lain dormant before the spell-twined mishap. The spell hadn’t clouded your judgment, only brought them seething to the surface and shattered your ability to keep them bound in silence. You shook your head fervently, ignoring another wave of throbbing heat.

“Trust me, please. I know what you think the spell has done to me, but even now I wouldn’t dream to ask anyone else to dispel it in such a way,” you explained, as coolly as your predicament allowed.

You punctuated your words with a pleading gaze. A plea to believe in your words. A plea to rescue you from the torrid heat tormenting your entire body. A plea, as you had so crudely demanded of him, to fuck you.

Several more heavy seconds passed, a resolve overtook Urianger, a notable flicker in the set of his lips and his amber eyes. “Very well, I shall do wilt though has asked of me to dispel the magics plaguing thee,” he agreed at last, and hope flared alongside the heat.

You sensed as if there were more Urianger meant to say, by the way his lips opened again for a bare instant before closing again. You didn’t need to be a mind reader, or to see into memories or have any gift to understand what lingered beyond his lips.

‘I pray thou wilt feel the same once the trouble sorcery has fled thee.’

You set upon Urianger, despite your insistence that he dispel the magic, overeager to soothe its effects. You slung your arms around him, pressing your lips to his urgently. He stiffened at first, despite his assent, but the tenseness loosened steadily. Large palms fell over your biceps, gentle and warm, neither trying to urge you closer or push you back. You pushed even further into the impromptu embrace and the desperate kiss.

Urianger pulled back, and the concern in his eyes that had never left shone back at you. “Twelve, thou art on fire,” he noted.

The heat of your form then was not just your imagination. It suffused not only your skin but your clothing as well, emanating off you in a way Urianger could easily feel despite the layers between you.

Feeling your plight for himself seemed to encourage Urianger, enlightening him to your desperation. You silenced his alarm with another kiss, moving slowly backward and pulling him along with you, though not allowing his frame to move an inch from your own. When the backs of your legs met the tome-strewn table, you shifted back, leaning your weight against the heavy wood. You tore one hand from the embrace, clumsily sweeping it behind you and displacing several heavy, leather-bound tomes. The thud of one colliding with the floor caught your attention only passingly before the concern was brushed away.

Urianger’s movements remained slow, uncertain almost as if you might draw back and change your mind at any moment. As if he still didn’t quite trust the certainty of your words from before. In the back of your mind, you were grateful for his respect, even if in the forefront of it a cacophony of carnal demands screeched. In spite of his hesitation, his touch was firm, and it comforted you somewhat through the raging heat of desire, even as it stoked the flames higher. His skin felt wonderfully chill to your burning body, and you clung to him more earnestly with each second passed.

Beneath the turbulent, intense arousal brought on by the magic, a buried part of you wished things could have happened slowly, enjoying each new lingering touch and glance and kiss. But there was no time for that now, no control left to support such a manner, not on your part. All that was left was the unbridled need that bade you reach for the skirts of Urianger’s flowing outfit and his small clothes beneath them and drag them down. A multitude of emotions flashed through his golden eyes: surprise at how bold the spell had made you, uncertainty at being so well exposed, and racing hints of his own burgeoning desire.

He was only half-hard beneath his small clothes, and you seized him in your grasp without a second thought, stroking him fervently to full mast. Urianger gasped and groaned at your unfettered, brazen attention, burying his nose against your sweltering skin for a time until your brought your hand away.

Next, you set about prying your own clothing keeping him from you, and his hands gently aided you in your task, until you were bare to him. You urged him even closer, wrapping your hand around his cock once more, the sight of his lurid, flushing erection sending you into an even greater lust-fueled frenzy.

“Urianger, please, please,” you begging instinctively, the desperation taking over again.

Eyes hooded, seemingly infected by the waves of desire rolling off of you despite his initial reluctance, Urianger did as you bade, moving to fit himself between your thighs. Laying his hand over yours, he guided his head to your entrance, well-soaked and dripping. He slid effortlessly through your sopping lips, and when his thick head slipped inside, there was no discomfort to be found. There was only pleasure, euphoria even, a body high that was nigh incomprehensible, as if the magic burning blood made it sing as you began to fulfill its purpose.

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #ffxiv #fanfiction #urianger augurelt #kinktober day 2 #day two #nsft #n/s/f/w

[sweeteastart]

✨Day 7✨

for the @khoc-week 2021 !

Themes : 1. Home, 2. Genderswap, 3. What was your character creation like ?

Buckle up because this is going to be quite a long one this time around they were all pretty long posts until now but humour me x)

Mikana

1. For Mikana, spending time with Sakore, her sister and Nox, pretty much her adopted sibling, is the closest feeling to home. When she is with them, darkness, light and all her problems disappeared and she puts all her attention on them.

2. Genderbend Mikana is... Pretty much just Mikana lmao. He is has aloof and friendly. However, in this men form, you can much clearly see Lea's impact on her design ahaha. He name would maybe something like Miko ?

3. Mikana is the oldest kh character i created. She was created around the end of 2019, start of 2020. i got really invested in kh quick late compared to most,,, Really i first created her because i was, and still am, a big fan of Lea. You can see the inspiration i took from his design from her side hair and bang lmao.

Mikana, like all the character i draw, soon took a life of her own. The more i drew and imagined scenarios with her, the more her personality constructed itself without me realizing it (she is aloof, level-headed, family oriented). I truly build most of it throught an AU of mine named "Magical AU". Her clothing style which is really 70/80's s still on of the thing i like the most about her.

The khocweek2020 also helped a lot (pass time, family ties, short terms and long term goals,...) !

Sika

1. Eventually in the story, Sika just kinda absorb into the sea salt trio household. She lives with them like the others kids and is just like a sister for them all. However, even in this next found home found family go brrrr she has some difficulties waking up in the morning.

2. Sika as a boy would just be her sweet self as always. This design ended up turning out much softer and sweet than what I anticipated but I kinda love it. When I was thinking about names, I couldn't really think of much only Soka came to mind at first and that's just a ATLA character lmao so I just kept Sika. I think it's neutral enough to fit a male or female character :D

3. Sika is a special case to say the least. At first, she was one of my fiction character. I never published it anywhere but it was 45 pages long of slice of life of her living in Twilight Town and being Lea and Isa friend,,, Again, herpersonnality build herself up without me thinking much about it (she is bubbly, kind, responsible, ressourceful). But what's truly different about it was that i had her personnality BEFORE i created her appearance. It's really rare for me to do that.

HOWEVER i wasn't satisfied. My writing was too confused... So i scraped all 45 pages of writing i did. i had a hard time doing so because it represented DAYS of work for nothing. I started everything from the beginning. It was then that i truly integrated Orion and Erid properly into the story and created Master Ivi. Some keypoint are still the same but i changed the story quite a lot.

Bunny and Anis

1. Truly, Anis and Bunny always felt at home whenever they were with each other. This feeling extended to their significant other and close friends as they grew older. Whatever the house, what make them feel home is having the people taht matter to them by their side.

2. Bunny and Anis were REALLY a headache to do. Since they are identical twins I feared their genderbend would just look like any another. However, I quickly realized I could use their controsting personalities to my advantage. Bunny genderbend looks like a quiet and successful uncle while Anis genderbend looks like this fun but a bit unhinged aunt you love.

Their names would be Anise for Anis and Hare for Bunny,,,

3. At the beginning, Bunny was simply my Khux player character. I didn't do much art or think much about her or her story. Funnily enough, this is last year khocweek that truly made me flesh her out ! Without it, Bunny would most likely stayed a surface level character. Her name was also mostly a joke but ended up really like it.

When it comes to personality, she mostly have the player personality from KHux and follow the same story. Well except for the final sacrifice (Anis took on this part x)).

Anis was created not too long after last year khocweek. I was simply playing around with the male dressing interface, creating a sort of genderbend of Bunny and... Got attached to the character lmao. With his name, i stayed in the food related realm really i tend to mostly name my character after food... .

His peronnality was mostly created based on the dynamic energic and calm character have. Since Bunny is a very calm and silent person, having a twin brother loud and energetic could make out for funny and ridiculous situation. I really like the dynamic.

Pêche

1. I have yet to decide a definite end to Pêche's story. Their story is yet to find the comfort in hurt/comfort in the current state of her fanfic x) However I can vaguely imagine that someday, they would be have healed enough to trust the guardians of light.

2. Genderbend Pêche was really hard for me. Like some might have guessed Pêche's goes with neutral pronouns and have a generally androgyne appearance : the biggest reason is that I get the impression Pêche doesn't identify as anything. They are there suffering but hey they will have help and slowly heal from all the bad things they experienced. So I just altered their body shape a bit and cut their hair ?

3. Pêche wasn't a really serious character at first. For one, she was a fiction character and more importantly a sort of punching ball character. When i felt bad, i wrote her and felt better. But soon enough my brain started to really like her and from there, i couldn't help but fleshed her out. She needed a coherent story. Well coherent doesn't mean simple for me x) her story is a beautiful mess to understand.

Also i wanted to think about some kind of writing prompt i had : What if Xehanort had a student ? Eraqus as some but Xehanort never explicetly said he never had any so my brain went brrrrr ; What or when did Xehanort truly descended into darkness ? The old men is so intense in the game but Eraqus still think of him as good until he dies ??? It means Xehanort was at least okay for a bunch of time then, right ???? ; What if Xehanort succeded in completing a heart ? lmao this one made available so much angst i couldn't pass it,,,

So this is the end of my khocweek. Even with all my preparation I still had to rush the last few drawnings ahah. Anyways I had such a sweets and good week! I rarely have the occasion of talking about my ocs to strangers and have actual reactions. Interactions I get from the khocweek make my heart warms up 🥺 I thanks all the khocweek team and all the other talented participants from the bottom of my hearts 💜💜 I hope to be there next year and see some familiar ocs again 👀

#its weird to about the fact its the end #like it was very fast yet a very slow weak #even with 1 month of preaparation i still wasnt prepared enough 😭😭 #i hope my characters were fun to see and read about 😳 #kh #kingdom hearts #kh oc #kingdom hearts original character #oc #original art #original character #ocs #dessin #dessins #drawing #drawings #dibujo #dibujantes #digital art #digital illustration #digital fanart #art #illustration #sweeteastart

[alittlextrathatway]

Fluff prompt 17 & Brettsey ❤️

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

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Monthly dinner with his sister and his niece is proving itself to be interesting. Honestly, this month he feared he wouldn’t be in the mood for it given the self-loathing hole he’s fallen into. It started with self reflection in an effort to answer Sylvie’s question and then spiraled from there.

It became a nightmarish clipshow of all the arguments and fights he’d had with Gabby. Deep in the archives of his memory he found a dusty padlocked trunk full of their relationship’s flaws and weaknesses. When she left he hadn’t let himself dwell on them but not unpacking those hurt feelings had in turn caused him to hurt Sylvie.

And that could never be allowed to happen again.

He needed to process it all but it left him feeling rather cynical. He had horrible luck with relationships. Why should Sylvie be any different?

Except, she is. She’s very different. He doesn’t know how he knows she’s different. He simply...does.

He has no idea what to do with that certainty so lately he’s been ignoring it in favor of his more instinctual wallowing.

Which is part of the reason dinner is interesting.

It seems his niece, now in her freshman year of college, has fallen in love. The young kind. The kind you believe to be invincible despite it having never been tested. Even if he’s in a cynical mood, he still finds it...sweet.

“I’m pretty sure he’s my soulmate,” Violet explains, spearing a bit of salad onto her fork.

Christie shakes her head with a fond grin.

But Matt is curious. “What makes you say that?”

She smiles broadly at the question, happy to have her feelings acknowledged by an adult. “Well, we want all the same things — right now anyway. He never judges my decisions, he just listens to me as I make them. He never tries to solve my problems for me. He doesn’t act like I have to be his entire world or that he has a right to know all my secrets. I don’t know, I guess he makes me feel free. Like I’m not having to meet any unrealistic expectations and I can relax, you know? I can genuinely be me and not the person people think I am. I mean I get that we’re young and I’ve got a lot of the world I still need to see but...when you find someone like that shouldn’t you hold on to it? Whether you're eighteen or, well, as old as you are, Uncle Matt.”

The last part is said with a teasing twinkle in her eye and he chuckles at her, tossing a piece of his dinner roll at her.

“I take the time to actually ask you about this guy and then you turn around and call me old? You’ve grown up to be a real brat. You know that?”

She laughs, shrugs, and sticks her tongue out at him the way she used to do when she was a lot younger. It reminds him of how quickly time has passed.

Of how much of it he’s wasted.

But it’s more than that because Violet’s words nestle into his brain like the overly catchy chorus of a pop song. They repeat in his head over and over as his 48 hours off ticks away — like a song on replay.

“He makes me feel free.”

“I can genuinely be me and not the person people think I am.”

“When you find someone like that shouldn’t you hold on to it?”

He may be older than Violet but her youthful optimism is taking him to school. His niece has always been precocious but these words are wise beyond her years.

Because she’s right. When you find someone who allows you to safely be your true self you should hold on to them. That may very well be the definition of a soulmate for all he knows…

So, why is he letting his go?

He walks into Molly’s, a man on a mission. He’s been energized by Violet’s hope and idealism. He can do this. He can talk to Sylvie and tell her how he feels and what he wants. They can work. They can be happy. He knows they can and that, he suddenly realizes, is what makes her different. He has no doubt he could make her happy. In fact, he’s confident they could make each other the happiest they’ve ever been...if only she’ll take the leap.

He spots Sylvie in the back, at a table with Mackey and Kidd. He ignores Herrmann’s hello and marches straight to them.

“I’ve reconsidered,” Matt declares to the table.

Sylvie’s brow furrows in confusion, head tilting slightly. “Reconsidered what?”

“A lot of things,” he says honestly, holding her stare and blocking out Kidd and Mackey’s wide eyed expressions. “But mostly your question and my answer and then your resulting request for space.”

He’s powering through his fears and his nerves and apparently that means using his commanding captain voice. Not exactly the tone he imagined he’d use but he’s getting the words out. The words he intends to say, the words he’s been thinking for weeks, are actually leaving his lips. If it works, he’s not changing it now.

“Um, okay,” Sylvie replies, cheeks turning pink as her teeth pull at her bottom lip.

He can tell he’s surprised her and she’s not sure how to respond so he continues. “I don’t want to give you space. In fact, I don’t want any distance between us at all. Ever.”

Her eyes water but a tear never falls and she doesn’t look away. She swallows thickly and shakes her head. “We talked about this. I told you it can’t happen again—“

“Because there is no regardless of Gabby, I know. I’m still unpacking that baggage,” he tells her honestly. “And you’re right there is no regardless of Gabby, but that doesn’t mean I still want her. Do I want her to be happy? Yes. Will I always feel some sort of love for her? Yes. But I’m not in love with her anymore and I don’t want to be. I want you. The truth is, I was never able to really be the person I wanted to be with Gabby. I didn’t feel as if I could be but with you—with you—I have no other choice to be authentically me. You bring that out in me and, now that I see that, I have no intention of letting you go.”

The trepidation he saw in her expression earlier melts away, leaving a blinding smile in its place. Her eyes are glistening and her face is flushing. Their eyes never move from each other. His smile shifts to match hers.

Sylvie stands from her chair, slips her arms in her coat, and without looking away from him says, “Stella, Gianna, I’ll see you both on shift tomorrow.”

“I’ll make sure Severide knows not to worry when Casey doesn’t make it home,” Kidd says with a wry grin.

Mackey turns to Kidd with an elated expression. “I knew it! I knew I saw something!”

Sylvie ignores them both and slips her hand into his, pulling him toward the exit. “Come with me.”

The rest of the bar is still hazy. All he sees is Sylvie’s blonde hair and sunny smile. He knows there’s other people in the room but they feel very far away.

They step out of the stuffy bar and into the cool night air. She drags him down the street until she finds his truck in it’s usual parking spot and then stops, turning to face him, looking overjoyed and yet still shy.

“So, I make you feel like yourself, huh?” She asks as her smile turns coy.

“You think I let just anyone hear my Australian accent?” He asks, with a secretive grin.

A short burst of laughter escapes her. “That’s good to know. It’s truly terrible.”

He takes her other hand and tugs her closer until they’re nearly standing chest to chest. Their amused expressions sober at the tension that crackles between them.

“Sylvie, I really believe we could work,” he confesses. “I think we could be great and I want a chance to prove it.”

She squeezes his hands and lifts herself up onto her toes until their noses are touching. “You make me feel like myself too, Matt. You don’t want me to be more than I am or expect me to change any part of myself for you. That’s what pulled me in, even if I didn’t want it to. You wanted to be there for me, exactly as I am. It’s hard to resist.”

“Then don’t,” he pleads. “Don’t resist. Take a leap with me. Please.”

“If we do this—“

He smiles eagerly, suddenly hopeful this might go his way.

“—we both have to be all in, Matt. That means talking about the tough topics and really putting in the work to make sure we understand each other.”

He nods, nose bumping hers. “I’m all in. We’re already discussing the tough topics and we haven’t even been on a date,” he reminds her. “I am more than willing to keep talking. I’ll talk all night if you want. I’m an open book. Anytime you want.”

“You also have to promise me that you’ll tell me if I ever make you feel as if you can’t be yourself with me,” Sylvie says, hands slipping into his hair. “I want you, Matt. Whoever you choose to be and whatever dreams you choose to have, you’re the one I want. I don’t want you to ever hide any of that from me.”

“I won’t,” he promises. “You’re getting every bit of me from here on out. I swear.”

“Good,” she says, beaming at him with happy tears gathering in her lashes. “That’s all I’ve been wanting for entirely too long.”

“Then what’s the final verdict, Brett?” He asks as his arms slowly encircle her waist. “Are we doing this?”

She sighs happily and nods. “Yeah, we’re doing this.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He yanks her forward until she’s pressed flush against him and then swoops in, sealing his mouth to hers. With every sip he takes from her lips his cynicism washes away. She’s a fountain of truth and light and he feels fortunate to be near her. The sheer amount of happiness he feels, as he continues to kiss her on the sidewalk outside of Molly’s, is a shock to his system.

And, he thinks, he has Violet to thank for it.

If soulmates do exist then she helped him see that his has been right in front of him all along.

#chicago fire #brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #fanfiction #my fic #angellwings writes #fanfiction prompt game #ask prompt #i’m on mobile and couldn’t find the read more cut line so I hope no one minds how long this is #long post

[sasarahsunshine]

I HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY!!! Hopefully, my brain will let me go through with them, lol!

First of all, I am almost done writing up a special Birthday prompt for my NSFW blog, as requested by an Anon (Happy belated birthday btw!!), so I plan on getting that out soonish. I am also almost finished with an NSFW A/B/O fic that I've been working on for the better part of two weeks. AND I plan on working on some of my Whump Bingo today.

BUT I need to get some IRL errands and chores out of the way first. I got paid today so we need to get some groceries and do some laundry and whatnot. I also have Therapy at 4pm my time (7 hours from now), so my tumblr stuff needs to be able to fit in where it can around all that.

But yeah! I actually feel good and energized, so I hope I can get some stuff done! Woo! Love you guys! Thanks for being here <333

#Sarah posts #Sarah rambles #woo! #mental health #tw a/b/o

[hellowkatey]

Febuwhump Day 11

Prompt: Hallucinations

Warnings: illicit drug and alcohol use

Read on AO3

I Carry On

In her defense, Ahsoka literally just left the Jedi Order. Like, hours before walked down the steps of the Temple, leaving her Master standing there looking as though he had been punched in the gut. She took no pleasure in his disappointment, but she knew she had to leave.

Ahsoka just wasn't sure where to go.

Her whole life has been spent either in that Temple or on a Star Destroyer in the middle of a galactic war. Not exactly the usual upbringing. As she walked through the streets of Coruscant, stripped of her lightsaber and her identity, Ahsoka had the overwhelming desire to buy a blaster.

Apparently, it is difficult to be a seventeen-year-old girl and buy a blaster. Legally, at least.

Which is how she ended up a few levels lower than she has ever been. Which is also how she ended up getting a bargain-- a lightly used blaster with no (traceable) criminal history, as well as a pamphlet for a club opening a few levels up.

A part of her was hesitant. She's been in plenty of cantinas, and she is of the age of responsibility for drinking, but a night club is a different story. But the prospect of spending the night alone with nothing but her old life as a Jedi on her mind seemed like a horrible idea.

As it turns out, a nightclub is an incredible place to escape reality. Lights of every color flash through the darkened multilevel club. A wrap-around bar covers three sides of the first level while the center is a massive dance floor filled with what seems like every species in the galaxy. Ahsoka marvels at the upper stories of additional bar and VIP seating that tower above her, all also filled with people.

It's loud. The music shakes the ground and makes her ears ring. People are constantly shoving into her, and the accompanying scent of sweat and alcohol is strong enough to put down a banta.

Strangely enough, she loves it. The chaos energizes her a well as the feeling of being close to so many people. Though they are strangers to her, she feels comforted by brushing arms with those she passes, or the grins of other young women with rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. When Ahsoka goes into the fresher to relieve herself, she discovers a whole other aspect to club life that quickly becomes her favorite part.

"Oh my gosh, I love your face paint!" a human woman about her age squeals as she comes out of the stall. Ahsoka doesn't have the heart to tell the stumbling girl that her markings aren't painted-- she has a feeling the concept won't stick-- so she smiles instead.

"Oh, uh, thank you!"

The woman grins, pulling at the hem of her short black skirt. "My name is Caly."

"I'm Ahsoka."

To her surprise, Caly embraces her tightly. "Such a pretty name Ahsoka! You're so pretty too. Are you here with people?"

"Uh, not really."

Caly pulls away, looking at her with wide brown eyes. "You're here alone? Damn girl, look at you being an independent gal. Do you want to hang with my friends?"

Ahsoka didn't really expect such warm kindness from the club refresher, but she can feel Caly's genuine feelings in the Force. Light lines her Force presence, and so Ahsoka agrees. Caly guides her through the crowd to a group of other sentients near the corner of the dance floor. Most look to be human, but there are also a few humanoids and a Twi'lek in the group. Their introductions are cut short by the song changing, and another girl Caly called Raan squealing in delight.

"It's our song!" she yells, and as though this is their battle cry they go running onto the dance floor, forming a circle amongst their group. Ahsoka follows, completely starstruck with the entire encounter. From what she can tell, most of the friends are around her age range. Much of the club seems to be young, as far as she can tell, which leads her to believe that if she weren't a Jedi, this is how she'd be spending her free time-- dancing and drinking with friends.

But you're not a Jedi. Not anymore, the less fun part of her brain tells her. Ahsoka decides to shut up that voice by downing the rest of her drink.

Drinking is another thing she isn't accustomed to, but she's had a few brews with the troopers before. She quite likes the warm buzz that the alcohol gives her as it settles in her stomach, and she goes to order another. When Ahsoka returns, "their song" has ended, and they have reunited back in the original spot. Caly smiles when she returns.

"Ahsoka! There you are. We were just about to move upstairs."

"What's upstairs?"

"A place to sit. Watch the fun. Have some fun," she says with a wink. Ahsoka suspects she is supposed to know what that means, but she doesn't. But with two drinks in her system now, she is willing to find out what it is her agemates do on a night out. So she follows them. Ahsoka settles between Caly and Raan in a couched area at the corner of the club. The music is quieter, but the lights still shift colors every few moments.

"What brings you to a club alone, Ahsoka?" Caly asks, taking a little box from the person next to her and taking out a small tablet, and setting it on her tongue.

"I... had a bit of a bad day."

The girl looks at her with sympathy. "I'm so sorry, what happened?" she asks as she passes the small box to Ahsoka. She stares at the colorful tablets inside a moment and then looks back up at Caly. "Do you want one?"

"What is it?"

"Dreamdust!" she pauses. "You don't have to have one, just if you want one. It might help with your bad day."

Ahsoka has heard of dreamdust, actually. A padawan she once knew told her all about his escapades with different drugs and how they felt. He tried dreamdust and said it made him feel amazing, close to the Force. And if it will silence the voice in the back of her head that plagues her with reminders of Anakin and Master Obi-Wan and Rex and the war, then she will accept the chemical fix. She takes a tablet from the box, popping it onto her tongue as Caly had done, and passes it to Raan.

"I got fired," Ahsoka says to Caly, before sighing. "Or, I guess I quit."

She giggles. "How do you get fired and quit?"

"They were going to fire me, and then I quit when they decided not to."

"Well hell yeah, sounds like they didn't appreciate you. I'm sure they'll miss you once you're gone and they know what they lost."

Ahsoka sighs. "I doubt it, but maybe."

Caly wraps an arm around her shoulder. "Getting fired sucks but you'll find somewhere else. Gotta find a place for the next chapter to start anyway."

A voice hollers from the other side of the circle. "Cal, are you getting philosophical again?" The others laugh. Picking up strays from the fresher must be a common occurrence.

"What, you want to receive my wisdom as well?" she grins.

"I get far too much of your wisdom."

"Then why are you still so dumb?"

Another roar of laughter and Ahsoka melts back into the comfortable couch. She can't help the smile that comes to her face watching the group of friends bicker. Though all of this was to get her Jedi life out of her mind, it's only managing to make her heart ache with the idea that she won't ever again get to spectate on one of Anakin and Obi-wan's sass battles. Or sit in the mess with the clone troopers as they try to teach her curses in Mando'a. Or getting to see her crechémates when she goes back to the temple and catching up on all their adventures with a bottle of Jawa juice and a game of sabacc. Suddenly her life is divided into before and after.

She knows she can't take it back and go back to the way things were. She won't let herself give the council that satisfaction.

"Well doing what the council says, yeah, that's one thing," a familiar voice rings out. Ahsoka's body feels heavy and tired, but she looks up slowly. Standing at the end of the table is none other than Anakin. She nearly jumps with surprise, but her body doesn't seem to want to respond. "How we go about doing it, that's another idea."

"Master?" she squints at his distorted figure. His hair is shorter, cheeks rounder, and all of him seems to be transparent to the lights that shine from the dance floor. It's all wrong, but from the way the walls are melting away she has a feeling nothing is as it seems.

"Ahsoka," he frowns. "What in blazes are you doing here?"

It's Anakin's body and lips moving, but her master has never had a core accent. He crosses his arms, jetting out his hip like Master Kenobi does sometimes, but it just looks awkward on Anakin. It makes her giggle until she feels a nudge at her side.

"What are you laughing at, young one?"

Master Plo. Caly is gone and Master Plo now sits next to her. "Master Koon what are you--" She looks to her other side where Raan was just a moment earlier but it's Chancellor Palpatine, staring at her with his dark, beady eyes. Panic fills her to the brim and she moves for Master Koon's comfort, but the space next to her is empty. She looks for Anakin, Obi-Wan, anyone but she is alone with the Chancellor.

"You have been charged with sedition against the Jedi Order and the Republic itself," he says, a menacing smile stretching across his features.

"No," she says, jumping to her feet. Somehow he still seems to be standing higher than her. A platform that continues to rise.

"This court," his words echo off the walls, growing louder with each repeat. "Will decide your fate."

She turns to run, but she slams into a wall, staggering backward as the bitter bite of the whistling winds and heat of the lava pits fight for dominance.

"You have been charged with sedition against the Jedi Order and the Republic itself."

"It's not true! She cries, turning around and around only to realize she is in a cell and not a night club. The impenetrable walls of the Citadel are closing in on her, pulling her into the darkness of their keep. She bangs her fists against the walls as though her strength could really break through solid rock and steel. Finally, she stands back, taking a deep breath, and then putting all her weight into a running start. Her shoulder smashes into the wall, but the rock and durasteel shatter like transperisteel, and she is falling, faster and faster through the open air. Ahsoka closes her eyes, reaching out with the Force to grab onto something--anything-- and her breath is nearly knocked out of her when the Force responds immediately. She's suspended midair, the Force pulsating around her with life and the rest of the world frozen in a moment of time. She walks through the nothingness to the nearest solid ground, only to find herself atop a rocky cliff of a lava planet.

"What about me?" Anakin yells, his eyes shimmering a bright gold as he looms over her. When did she fall over again? How did she get on the floor? And why is he staring at her with such malice? "I believed in you! I stood by you!"

"What are you going to do?" she bellows, realizing his lightsaber is in his hand, and there is dangerous darkness surrounding her master. A darkness she has never felt before, like needles going through her bones. She reaches through the Force, expecting to find their bond, but instead, she feels an eerie nothingness that makes her audibly gasp. Anakin shakes his head, a tear dripping down his cheek.

"What you made me do," he says in a low voice, looking past her and igniting his saber. She has to roll out of the way to avoid his pursuit, expecting the burning light of his weapon to slice her in two. But he doesn't. She opens her eyes and his lightsaber is smashing against the readied weapon of Master Kenobi. They fight furiously, desperately. Not like when they spar, but when they go up against real enemies with real motivations to kill.

"Stop it!" Ahsoka yells, but they pay her no attention. She pulls herself to her feet, tears streaming down her face. "Masters, please! I'm sorry!"

"Stay out of this!"

"Stop it!" she repeasts.

"Be at peace, Ahsoka," Master Obi-Wan's voice feels like it's speaking directly into her mind. Her eyes grow heavy, and the lava around her bubbles and spreads until it explodes into a brilliant geyser of bright yellow and red molten rock. "And sleep."

Before she makes it to her knees, the world turns muddy, and then a dark blue. Lights flash overhead, and it takes her a moment to realize it's the lights of ships and speeders flying through the Corescanti night. She's lying on her back, the faint smell of tobacco reaching her senses, making her cringe.

"Good morning," a soft voice says. Ahsoka sits up, already feeling a horrible headache pulsating in her temples. Caly sits next to her, taking a drag of a death stick. Where they are sitting is a whole other question.

It's a rooftop of some sort, somewhere in the Upper Crest by the looks of it. Caly is no longer in the party attire Ahsoka met her in, but a pair of baggy pants and a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt. Her short blonde hair is pushed back with a thick piece of cloth tied at the nape of her neck.

"What happened? When did we--"

"Bad trip. You needed air," Caly says, shaking her head. "You should have told me you were a Jedi."

The words hit harder than they should. Ahsoka tries to bite back the urge to cry but she doesn't seem to have any control over her emotions currently. The tears are coming before she can try to hide them. Caly scoots closer to her, rubbing circles on her back.

"I'm not a Jedi," she says between sobbing gasps. "Not anymore."

And they sit there in the cool dawn air, only the sound of speeders and Ahsoka's crying to fill the space. She expects nothing of this girl that she met in the fresher of a club, but yet, the kindness of a stranger seems to be the only thing Ahsoka has to hold onto. Caly, ever the one to continuously surprise her, pulls her into a tight embrace, tucking Ahsoka's head into her shoulder.

"What I told you earlier still applies. This is your next chapter, Ahsoka."

"It started out pretty shitty."

Caly laughs. Squeezes Ahsoka a little tighter. "It was just a bad trip. Jedi-- uh, Force-users, react to dreamdust a little dramatically. You didn't know."

"How do you know so much about Jedi?" she sniffles as she pulls out of the hug. "And how we react to dreamdust?"

"You're not the first to break away from the Temple for a night of fun," she winks. "Usually they are a bit more obvious."

"Baggy robes?"

"Oh, yes, you know the ones."

Ahsoka manages to smile, wiping away the stray tears. "Thank you, Caly. You've been... a great friend when you had no obligation to be."

"Well I did provide you with drugs that made you nearly punch a security guard... so don't thank me before you find out you've been banned indefinitely from that club."

"Probably for the best,"

They laugh. It's comfortable but not familiar. Not the laughs she's used to sharing. After a long time of just staring at the morning traffic begin to pick up, Caly stands.

"I gotta go. But I'm glad you're okay." Ahsoka is far from okay, but she's better than she was before. She smiles, thanking Caly once again. The girl from the nightclub starts to walk off, but then she stops, looking back. "Do you know what you'll do now, Ahsoka?"

The former Jedi smiles solemnly. Over Caly's shoulder, she can see the Jedi Temple in the distance. By some miracle, she doesn't feel the urge to sob just by looking at it. It's a tug at her heartstrings, the same feeling she gets from a sad song or when the troopers talk about their fallen. Dull, painful, but every time she looks or thinks about it she knows the pain will lessen.

"For now, I will carry on."

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[thecluelessredhead]

Sunset Curve: A Hollywood Legacy

Word Count: 2050

Chapter 2 of ??

Additional notes at the bottom.

Chapter Two

Bobby was sprawling in his dressing room, his guitar on his chest, playing with the strings gently. Occasionally, he would stretch out a slender arm and pick up a peanut. He wouldn’t eat it immediately, but hold it up to the light and look at it, as if that specific peanut would tell him the secrets of the universe. He asked once. The peanut didn’t answer. 

Luke came flying into the room while he was performing this ritual. He was grumbling and speaking incoherently, but when he saw Bobby, on his back studying a nut, he stopped, and shut the door slowly.

“Hey, buddy,” he said slowly, like he was talking to a horse that might rear its head at any moment. “You okay?” Bobby nodded, tossing the peanut through the air and catching it in his mouth. “Strike out with Rose?” Luke approached on his toes, still seemingly afraid of Bobby. Again, Bobby just nodded. “She got a boyfriend?” Luke sat down on the edge of the couch Bobby was on. 

Nod.

“His name’s Ray,” Bobby said, his husky voice seeming even deeper through his peanut. 

“Bummer,” Luke sympathized, clapping Bobby on the knee. “But hey! No time to be sad! We go on at the Orpheum in an hour!” 

“Yeah!” Bobby sat up, looking suddenly energized. Then, he registered Luke for the first time, who was dripping wet. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s pouring outside,” Luke answered.

“Good or bad?” Bobby asked, all business. 

Luke grabbed a handful of peanuts. “Could go either way,” he gargled through a mouthful. Bobby grunted his agreement. “Hey, where are Alex and Reggie?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t Alex say he’s just going to get some air?” Bobby asked. Luke shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about Alex. 

“Reggie should be here by now, too,” Luke said, anxiously. 

“They’re gonna make it,” Bobby assured him. Luke took a deep breath, trying to center himself. “Is that all?”

“Huh?” Luke looked at Bobby. He knew what Bobby was asking.

“Is that all you’re upset about?”

Luke stood up, and walked away, facing a small table of trinkets, picking each of them up individually, and examining them closely. “It’s just…” He heaved a sigh, and turned his head, to get a look of Bobby in his peripheral vision. Bobby was watching him closely, but not scrutinizing. Just watching in a way that was careful and kind. “Whenever I imagined this night, my parents were in the front row.”

Bobby didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t know how long it would take him to come up with the right words. Perhaps he would never get there. So, all he could blurt out was, “Maybe they’ll show up. There’s still time!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Luke replied, still playing with the chachkies and sounding very insincere. “I don’t need them.” He turned to face Bobby, his jaw hardening. “I’ve made it this far.” He crossed to the window and threw it open, looking into the rainy world beyond. Bobby turned to follow his movements with a face of patience being lost. Luke pressed his hands against the lower sill and scanned the streets below for Alex or Reggie.

“You miss them.” It wasn’t a question. 

“I don’t need them,” Luke repeated. 

“You said that already.” Luke turned his head slightly so that Bobby could see his jaw tightening. 

“Well, what do you suggest that I do?” he asked rhetorically, turning back to the window and hunching his back slightly. On the streets, there was already a snaking line waiting to get inside. No one seemed to care about the rain, which lifted Luke’s spirits. All of these people were here to see Sunset Curve. They weren’t just some opening act anymore. People cared. Wanted to see them. 

“Play the song,” Bobby said, and for a moment Luke had forgotten he was there. He froze, and turned slowly, keeping his hands on the window, and leaning so far from Bobby, he could feel the rain on his forehead.

“The song?” Luke prompted, although he knew what Bobby was trying to say.

Bobby heaved an enormous sigh, and flopped back onto the couch. What a pair of dramatics they were. “You know.” Bobby stood up and raised his eyebrows pointedly. He walked forward so that he and Luke were nose to nose and Luke could lean no further out of the window. “Unsaid Emily?”

“No!” Luke stood up straight, throwing Bobby away from him. “I wrote that song ages ago!”

“Like a week ago?”

“No!” Luke snapped again, already reaching for the doorknob to leave the room, not even knowing where he intended to go. 

“Look, what do you have to lose?” Bobby spit the question out at his friend, who stopped, his hand on the doorknob, his head turned slightly to the left, his jaw clenched. “Pride?” Coming out of Bobby’s mouth, the word sounded derogatory and pathetic, but he was right. That’s exactly what Luke had to lose. He flung the door open and stormed away from Bobby, leaving the door, and the conversation wide open. But Bobby had his answer. 

Chatter rang through the hall. It bounced off the hallowed walls and reverberated through every room of the theatre, amplified by excitement. The band stood backstage, nerves running high, but not in the same way that they had been before. Now, they felt the kind of nervousness that only came from the moments before seeing your dreams realized. The jabbering hit their ears but stopped there, their brains were too fried with both joy and terror. 

The time had come, and none of the four could believe it. Alex had believed that some horrible fate would befall them before the night would arrive. But, the PA system crackled, and a man with a voice clearly intended for radio said, “Live at the Orpheum. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage Sunset Curve!” The lights went down, and the place fell silent.

As soon as they were on stage, all fear and anxiety melted. They could hardly see the audience through the bright spotlights and their own blinding jubilation. What they didn’t see was the handsome young man who slipped in while the bouncers weren’t paying attention. Willie. He crept over to a table and dropped down next to a very confused girl, without taking his eyes off the drummer. 

The entire show was one big blur, much like a wedding day. Luke Patterson, married to his work. Before long, all four boys were bouncing energetically up and down and drenched in sweat, playing their greatest personal hits, heard by only their most devoted fans. The show went on late into the night, but no one cared about the time, for they were too engrossed. 

When it at last ended and everyone cleared out, no one noticed the teary eyed couple, leaving reluctantly. The woman was short with brown hair that looked constantly frizzy. The man dwarfed his wife, but in a way that made them only look more compatible. They took one last longing look at the band before being forced from the building by the throng. Only two guests chose to stay behind. Willie, despite the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place, and a tall powerful looking woman, who approached the band as they whooped and hollered, living in the high of what they had just achieved. 

Silence fell over the four as she drew near, and they all turned, falling into their classic positions as a part of the group. Luke stepped forward, preparing to represent the band. Alex stood close behind him, almost protectively, as if afraid that the woman would attack. Reggie and Bobby stood behind Luke and to his right, like an anxious audience of the whole thing. Luke looked back at his band mates one last time before turning to face the woman and sticking out his hand. 

She took it and shook it. “Gentlemen. I’m Olivia Garcia.” The four introduced themselves in a similar order that they had to Rose. “Let me get right to the point. I’m an executive for Pacific Records. What I saw tonight was very impressive. I spoke to my colleagues, and we would be happy to represent Sunset Curve.” She passed an awestruck Luke a thin card. “Give us a call.” She gave the frozen boys a small smile, and left the place, brushing past Willie who had an impressed look, gently coloring his face as he looked at Alex and his bandmates. He approached the boys tentatively, who had turned to face each other. High fives were passed and shared eagerly while all the boys whooped with joy and spoke indistinctly over each other.

Alex caught sight of Willie and slipped away from his ecstatic bandmates unnoticed, who were now jumping in childish circles chanting, ‘we played the Orpheum!’. 

“You came,” Alex said, unsure what he meant by that statement. Clearly, Willie had come. Was Alex implying that he was surprised? Was it merely a statement of joy? Was Willie overthinking the whole thing as much as he was?

“Told you I’d find a way.” He grinned.

“A legal way?” Alex teased. Willie blushed and shrugged, rolling his head toward the ground. It had now become apparent to the other three band members that their drummer was no longer an active part of their celebrations. They turned and registered Willie, every possible scenario of who the boy could possibly be running through their heads as they studied his face, particularly the way he looked at Alex, and vice versa. Bobby, who seemed most determined in respecting Alex’s privacy, nudged Reggie, who took Luke by the arm and steered him in the other direction. They then pretended like they weren’t listening as intently as they were, staring at the ceiling and the floor and the stage. 

Willie dropped his joking act to make serious eye contact with Alex, a truly terrifying concept. “You guys were really good.”

“Oh, thanks,” Alex said, sticking his elbows out and turning his head shyly. 

“So, that woman was someone important, huh?” Willie continued.

“Yeah, she said she wants to represent us!” He beamed, glee lighting up his face in an instant. “It’s totally insane, and completely terrifying and I’m so excited!” He went on rambling, and Willie watched, smiling, as Rose approached the other three onlookers.

“Even better than your soundcheck,” she said, giving them an excuse to focus on something other than Alex. Reggie tilted his head and smirked, Luke grinned and thanked her. Bobby did nothing. “Listen, I’m having a party later tonight. Like, now, actually. It’d be great if you guys would come. Beer, fans. Great music, of course.” She waited patiently for their response, and though they dragged it out, her spiel was pretty hard to ignore. “You can even ring you friend.” Rose jerked her thumb back to Alex and Willie, still talking happily. 

“Alright, I guess we’ll come,” Luke agreed, looking at his bandmates with a crooked grin. 

“Great!” Rose gave Bobby the address, and bid them a safe walk.

Luke stepped tentatively toward Alex and Willie, peeking over Alex’s shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Alex, we’re headed out. Rose is throwing a party. Your, uh-” Luke searched for the proper word hesitating slightly over the word friend. “-buddy is welcome as well.” He inwardly pinched himself at the foolish choice of words.

Alex turned to Willie, the question in his eyes. 

“No, I couldn’t,” he admitted apologetically. “My folks will be wondering where I am. I catch you later, though?”

“Yeah, of course,” Alex agreed. Willie shot him one last sideways smile, and rushed from the theater.

“Who was that?” Luke asked as soon as he was gone, and Bobby and Reggie hurriedly stepped forward to hear about the mystery man. 

“A guy I ran into,” Alex answered, grinning to himself at his own little pun. “Willie.” He grinned at the way the name felt on his lips. The boys nodded assent.

“Shall we?” Reggie asked, making a large gesture with his arms in the general direction of nowhere.

“Won’t Carla miss you?” Bobby wondered.

Reggie shook his head.”She’ll understand.”

“Then, let’s go boys.” And Luke led the way to the party.

Notes: If you’re with me thanks again! Chapter three will be back hopefully sooner rather than later. If anyone is interested, I can make a tag list, so just let me know.

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[queen-of-fanfics]

Together

Prompt: Persephone and Hades meet and fall in love before they are demanded to separate.

Pairing: Hades x Persephone

A/N: Hey guys! I know it’s been ages since I’ve written on here but I suddenly had the urge to get back to it. No one requested this but I simply love Hades and Persephone so I just started writing. It might be a little long but I really liked what I was doing with it so hopefully you like it too and have a read.

Persephone opened her eyes and found herself very confused. She looked around her and found herself laying on a velvet couch in a dark cave. She couldn’t remember how she got there, the last thing she remembered was running around in a field of flowers she was tending. She could hear her friends giggling through the trees. Persephone had seen a shadow moving through the bushes and she tried to follow. Persephone grimaced and let out a sigh, this was why mother never let her go out, especially on her own. She always got lost. Everyone is probably worried sick.

Blinking her eyes to adjust to the dark lighting, she took a look around the room. Next to her, near the head of her couch, there sat a gold throne with black cushions. The room was big around her and her breath caught in her throat when she saw sitting in the middle of the room was the biggest god she had ever seen. If you could call it a dog. It was massive with three heads and she could see it’s sharp teeth every time it breathed. She was rather thankful that it was peacefully sleeping. She definitely didn’t want to find out what it would do to her if it was awake. 

Slowly, Persephone pushed herself to sit upright on the couch and she froze in her seat when she saw a large, tall dark figure standing over a table, facing away from her, at the end of the room. She could vaguely see different dishes of food on the table and the man was picking a little of everything to put on his own dish. Persephone watched him move with a given grace to his movements and she found that she wasn’t scared. She felt oddly … content and at peace exactly where she was.

Persephone held her breath as the man slowly turned to face her. He lifted his head and gave a slight look of surprise when he saw her. In his hands was a plate of food and glass of water. He didn’t take a step towards her, simply just standing there staring at her as she stared back at him. “Hi,” she whispered but it seemed to echo off the walls. 

“Hello.” They both continued to stare at each other, neither too captivated to do anything else. As Persephone looked at the man, she couldn’t help to notice that he was quite handsome. He might not have been traditionally handsome but he took her breath away and her brain turned to mush. He wore a black fittest suit and he filled out every part of it, he stood far from her but he seemed impossibly tall and his eyes were the lightest shade of blue she has ever seen. She felt a familiar pull to him and she couldn’t look away.

The man slightly swallowed and slowed made his way over to her. “I’m glad to see you’re awake. You had me scared there for a second. Here, I got this for you.” He knelt down next to her and nervously handed her the food and drink. She reached out and their fingers grazed each other as she took the plate and she let out a small gasp. Even when he was kneeling, he was as tall as her when she was sitting on the couch. Looking up, she felt a pull towards him like the small space in between them was too much. She wanted to be near him. She needed it.

“Thank you. May I ask how did I get here?”

He helped her sit up all the way, he reached around the couch and put a pillow behind her back to let her sit comfortably. “Eat, you need it.”

“If I eat, will you sit and talk with me?”

“Of course. If you’ll let me.”

“Please. I’d want nothing more.”

“Then I will be right here. I was walking through the woods early, I had business up with the living. I heard small footsteps behind me but I had just assumed it was just a bunny or something. I had gotten onto my chariot to come home and it wasn’t until I got here that I found you hiding in the back. Asleep. Was the ride too long and boring for you?”

Grimacing, Persephone looked down at her food. How embarrassing? What was she thinking. Being curious and sneaking to someone’s home are two very different things.

“Sorry. I don’t even know how I could explain that without sounding extremely creepy.”

“It’s alright. You gave me quite the scare. I thought you were dead.” They shared a laugh together and she looked at him again, she couldn’t look away from his eyes for very long. It was like she needed to see them to breathe.

They were speaking softly again and Persephone swore he could hear her heart beating so damn loud. “You’re Hades.”

“That I am.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

He continued to stare at her and his express gave nothing away. “All horrible things I’m sure.”

Persephone didn’t answer. Because it’s true. For as long as she could remember, he was someone she was always told to stay clear from. That he would be no good for her. When she didn’t answer, he knew but he still gave her a small smile. Persephone knew that he didn’t smile much and seeing even just a small one felt like the sun was shining on her.

“I’m told you're no good. You’ll just hurt me when you can. You’re always with the dead so you always think of the dead. That would always want people dead.”

“Is that all? I would’ve thought the gods would’ve come up with better scares than that.”

“Also I should stay away from you because you deal with the dead.”

“Oh? And you’ll be dead if you deal with me?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“You shouldn’t be so trusting. You’re in the Underworld at the moment. You’re in my kingdom and you don’t even know me.” Hade has got a little smirk on his face, probably trying to scare her. But she didn’t feel scared. Somehow as they were talking, neither of them seemed to notice that they were both leaning in closer. Maybe she wasn’t the only one feeling this pull between them.

“I know you won’t hurt me.” Her voice was husky and his smirk slowly dropped. He started looking down at her lips then back at her eyes.

“How can you be so sure?” and now it was his turn to speak softly.

They were close enough to feel each other’s breath. Less than an inch more and they would be kissing. The tension was so strong and neither of them had the power or the will to turn away. Hades couldn’t describe what was happening to him. He didn’t know her, he never did anything reckless but at that very moment, he would do anything just to kiss her for even a little. 

Unfortunately, Cerberus decided that that was the best moment to wake up and demand to be played with. Cerberus jumped up suddenly and let out wall shaking barks, scaring the couple apart. Hades jumped to his feet and Persephone sat straight up like a stick on the couch. Unsure of how his pet was going to react to a new person in their home, Hades jumped up to block Persephone from view. Damn it. He should have moved Cerberus out of the room but it was impossible to move that monster.

Hades was ready to wrestle Cerberus if he made a move for her. He didn’t know why, but he felt oddly protective of her. No one or thing was ever going to hurt her again. Though Cerberus had the keenest sense of smell and he had four little noses to help him too. The dog knew she was there and made a run for her. Even if Hades tried, he was an ant compared to the animal but he tried to push him off anyway. 

Though much to everyone’s surprise, when Cerberus ran up to Persephone, he didn’t attack. He simply jumped around her, wagged his tail and gently laid all his giant heads on the couch, looking at her. Hades stood there, staring at his dog in disbelief as his monster of a pet was gently waiting for Persephone. She slowly and cautiously put down her plate and cup on the floor and even more slowly, reaching out to pet the dog. Her hand barely covered one of its noses but she could see his tail was wagging and she smiled brightly at him. 

“Hello there. How are you. Oh aren’t you such a good boy, yes you are helloooo” she cooed at him.

“I have to admit, I’m shocked. He doesn’t take well to strangers. I should’ve put you in another room, I’m sorry. I’m thankful he wasn’t aggressive with you. I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done if he had attacked you. I apologize, I should’ve have put more thought into your safety.”

She looked up at him as he came over and started petting Cerberus too.

“See? You won’t hurt me.” Hades stared down at her and he didn’t know what to say. He had barely known the girl and she had left him speechless more than he could count.

Hades cleared his throat, stood a little taller before he spoke again, “Finish your food. I’ll call someone to bring you home.”

“No!” 

His eyes widened slightly but she caught it. Nothing else of his face told her what he was thinking ande didn’t speak again, waiting for her. She took the time to compose herself before she spoke and made a fool of herself.

“I mean. There is no hurry. I’m … quite tired, too tired to make a trip. If it would be no trouble, if I could just … spend the night. Just a while more, to gain my strength.” She couldn’t bear the thought of leaving when she had just found him. He intrigued her and something told her to stay. She felt more at home wherever she was with him than she has ever felt with her friends.

“It will be no bother. I will have a room ready for you and you can reside there until you are energized for the travel back.” He called for Cerberus to follow him as he left the room. Persephone let out a breath of relief and smiled to herself. Staying made her happy and she couldn’t quite explain why.

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Persephone let out a laugh at something Hades had told her and he smiled at her fondly. Cerberus was resting beside her feet as they all sat around the dinner table. The fireplace was lit across the room and candles were flickering around the table. It has been weeks since she first arrived and every night she asked to stay some more.

The first few days, she followed Hades as he dealt with business and they would spend evenings lounging together. After the third day, Hades showed her to a garden she could tend to, the plants looked dull and dark but with her care, they thrived and she took pride in them. After a week, she started to have her own schedule and agenda around the Underworld as Hades had his own duties to attend to. She met more people around and they started coming to her to ask questions and asking for her opinions. 

Every night, she and Hades would come together to have dinner. After, they would simply enjoy each other’s company. No matter where she went, Cerberus was there nipping at her heels.

She was happy. She had a place here. With him. They haven’t kissed. He was always a gentleman and never crossed that line though she has dreamt of it plenty. She feared that she would never grow courageous enough to make a move on him but he never made her feel uncomfortable or pushed her which she appreciated. Ever since she had arrived, each day, she saw him smile at her more and more. He’s even making jokes now, who would’ve thought.

“And I told him, if he wanted that, he would have to go ask Hera instead of complaining to me.” He said dramatically as he told his story.

Persephone gasped loudly and laughed at him, “You did not! You could not be so cruel as to push him into Hera’s path. You know she would rip him into pieces if she heard what he was saying.”

“Exactly why I told him to talk to her!”

They laughed together and enjoyed dinner when suddenly they heard loud running footsteps towards them. Looking up from their plates, they saw one of Hades’s closest helper run into the room out of breath. “Sir!” he said quite urgently.

Hades’s face immediately changed to seriousness. Persephone hated seeing him so … blank. He never showed emotions when dealing with his godly duties but he always looked at her so warmly. Feeling the change in the room, she sat up taller in her seat and listened intently. She felt like it was her place to stand by him and she needed to be strong by his side as he is.

“What can I help you with?” Hades asked calmly.

“Sir. I’m sorry. There’s been a rumor circulating around that you have captured Miss Persephone. I know that is not true and everyone in Hades is spreading the word that that is a lie! But the other gods don’t believe it. I’ve gained news that Miss Persephone’s mother is causing an uproar above and Zeus is now on his way to demand you give her back. I tried to stop him sir but he is on a mission. He too believes you kidnapped her.” The helper’s face looked truly upset. 

Persephone couldn’t believe what she just heard. Hades kidnapping me? They always think the worst of him of course they would make a wild rumor like this. How could she be so naive, she should’ve sent word to her mother but she had been so happy, it didn’t even cross her mind thus far.

Looking over at Hades with scared eyes, she wanted to cry and ask him to fix things.

After what felt like an eternity, Hades dismissed the helper and sat quietly, thinking. After she could no longer sit there, Persephone asked, “What are we to do?”

Hades looked up at her and she could see the sadness in his eyes.

“There is not much we can do. I believe that nearly every god out there believes that I kidnapped you and ruined you. For that, I’m sorry. My image is hurting you.”

“Stop that. You didn’t do anything. I was the one who ran to you. I wanted to stay. You never hurt you, I can’t see how they could not see how amazing you are.”

“I’m sorry my dear but we both knew our time was limited. We escaped reality for a moment but now it is time to return.”

Tears were building in her eyes and seeing them pulled at Hades’s heart strings.

“Please. I don’t want to leave. I fear that when I leave, I will never be allowed to see you again. And … I can’t have that. It hurts to be away from you. I can’t leave you.” Persephone whispered her last words and tears rolled down her face.

Hades reached over and covered her hand on the table. After a moment, he pulled her hand to urge her to stand and pull her into his lap. He held her close as she turned her face into his neck and she cried. They simply held each other in silence, her heart broke with every second knowing she would have to leave soon. 

He finally pulled away from her and lifted her chin so she would look at him.

“I love your eyes.” She whispered, her face still damp from her tears.

“And I love how you smile.” She continued.

“I only smile at you, my dear.” 

She didn’t stop to listen to him, her words seemed to be pulled out of her.

“I love how kind you are. And I love the way you hold my face. And I love holding your hand. And I love how you are always there for me when I need you. And I love how if you laugh a little too much you snort a little.” She giggled at that one.

She reached up to wipe his face as some tears escaped.

“And …. I love you. Just you. All of you. And no one can tell me I can’t.”

Before she could move, he cupped her face and slammed his lips down onto hers. She let out a breath and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back urgently like she needed his kiss to be alive. She felt alive. And she felt love. 

Hades finally pulled away from her and she let out a little whine trying to pull him back. He chuckled at her and said, “One second, baby. I think I have an idea.”

“To let me stay?”

“Sort of.” 

Hades reached on the table and cracked open a pomegranate. Seeds fell out and rolled onto the table in front of her. Turning to face the table, she raised her brow in question. Hades picked twelve seeds and laid them out in a row for her. “Eat as many seeds as you want.”

“How is this going to help us?”

“Just trust me.” He kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Okay, you weirdo.” She smiled at him before examining the seeds. She shrugged and scooped up six seeds and threw them into her mouth.

“There. I ate six. Now what? Is there a spell or something?”

“Or something. See each seed represents a month. You just ate six.”

“Ooookay? I’m still not getting it.”

“Well you ate six, so that’s six months, right? So from now on, for six months out of the year, you’ll have to be here with me. And for the rest of the year,” he waved his finger over the remaining seeds, “you’ll be able to be above with your friends and family.”

She let out a gasp, “You’re a genius! That way I’ll have time for here and up there.”

“Precisely.” He said proudly as she turned on his lap to face him.

“Do you think this will work?” She sounded nervous.

“I’m not sure but I hope so. I’ll negotiate with my brother. I’ll make it happen.”

“Promise me. Whatever happens, we do this together. If you’re going to talk to Zeus, I want to be there too. I don’t want him trying to say you kidnapped me!”

“Alright. Alright. Calm down, tiger. We do it together. And Persephone?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

They smiled and shared a kiss as they heard Zeus coming to get them.

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[nicambi]

38 for your detective and nate :)

bless your heart and thank you for the suggestion 🥺🥺🥺

this prompt is the perfect set up for cliche goodness so im sorry that my brain said “what if this was just as domestic as you could possibly stand?” and ran in that direction instead LOL. hope you enjoy it all the same!~

also yes I know hailey’s is a bakery but like. it sounds more like a cafe so I’m treating it like a cafe shhshdhdhdjdj

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Mini-fic based on “38. things you said when I was (you were) sick” Pairing: Nate Sewell/F!Detective (Phoebe Yule) Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Rating: T for nearly nonexistent suggestive themes Word Count: 1,368 Spoilers?: Nope!

Nate could easily take the stairs two at a time to Phoebe’s apartment, considering his long legs and longer gait, but he doesn’t give in to the childish urge to hurry. After three hundred years and then some, he’d learned the art of patience, as well as decorum, things his younger counterparts hadn’t quite mastered but for which he couldn’t blame them. Moments like these, full of anticipation and a to-go container filled with chicken noodle soup in hand, he understood why they enjoyed the quick reward that came with the rush.

“It’s just a cold,” Phoebe says soothingly when she opens the door, but she’s smiling at him anyway as if she can’t help herself, no more than she can help the wheezy rattle of her voice. The smile is more of a smirk, a touch rakish, but the effect is interrupted by a harsh sneeze which sets off a coughing fit. He can’t seem to not enjoy the flush along her cheeks and her collarbone, the high color giving her away to fever more than a glowing sign of health, and the thought has him shaking himself of the thoughts that often plague him when she’s around.

“I know,” he answers, voice smooth like silk, “but rest is still important. And I thought you could use a pick-me-up.”

He holds the soup up to her for inspection, feeling in some small way like a petitioner giving tribute to his goddess of choice; that thought does pull the corners of his mouth even more, because the farfetched thought doesn’t feel too farfetched sometimes. Her smile widens, watery and relieved as she eyes the container hungrily, and she shuffles a little in the doorway before stepping back and offering for him to come in. Nate can’t help the skip his heart takes at the gesture, ducking just slightly to avoid brushing the top of his head along the molding as he passes inside.

“Did I tell you Hailey’s soup is my favorite and forget, or did you just take a lucky guess?” she asks, leading the way to her kitchenette across the bright interior, and he takes note of the drawn pink curtains and the tissues littering the general vicinity of the waste basket.

“Lucky guess, it would seem,” he replies, though they both know well that it was more like an educated one, “There’s also the fact that the bakery is the only place I’ve noticed we eat.”

We. Nate hears her breath catch, involuntarily done and involuntarily heard. Phoebe makes an amused and simultaneously offended sound as if to cover her happy response, but doesn’t deign to comment on his correctness with anything more than a widened smile and another cough. Nate blithely takes up a post against the table after handing off his bounty, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watches her. Despite his attempt to shut out her subconscious signals, his senses drink her in helplessly; he can hear her skipping heartbeat, her excitement at his presence electric over her sensitive skin, the way her tired hands shake slightly as she uncaps the container.

He’s behind her in a flash of movement, quick enough to already have his hands on hers before she musters a gasp. He knew already from the short time they’d spent together that Phoebe could be stubborn in the quiet way, never asking, unassuming, and Nate had little trouble catching on to her tells. His much larger hands settle softly over her delicate wrists, guiding the container from her grasp, and as if they both can’t seem to help it, her back is suddenly flush with his middle. Leave it to him to inadvertently heat up the moment; maybe he’d been more right earlier when he’d thought one of the few things separating him from his friends was decorum. He was sure if Farah was here, she’d be making a smirked quip about his hands-on bedside manner while Morgan snorted. He refrains from sighing aloud to not give Phoebe the wrong impression, considering his attention quickly being overtaken by her gaze.

Phoebe leans her head back, her much shorter stature allowing her to look at him upside down as her crown rests against his sternum. Her usually glossy red hair plumes against his chest smelling vaguely of roses and cough medicine, her hazel eyes have heavy bags under them from sleeplessness, the skin of her arms are covered in goosebumps, and yet - beautiful, is the only word that can seemingly come to mind. Where she would usually make some sort of flirtatious insinuation, there is nothing but energized quiet, perhaps half from her own exhaustion and half out of this rare, private silence. Nate smiles at her all the same, making a move to pull the microwave open over her head, effectively boxing her in as he fiddles with the buttons for a bit longer than one could call deft. He can almost sense more than see her biting her lip, can tell from her elongated quiet as the microwave finally whirs on what she might be thinking.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he banters, voice soft against the electronic purr and the beat of her heart.

“I’m only really thinking about you, at the moment,” she replies, with the same characteristic honesty she approached everything, the very same that always seemed to steal his breath away. She’s still looking back at him, the elegant curve of her neck inviting, teasing, as he knows she means it to be. Lucky him, that he can so easily take the bait these days.

He raises a hand and rests it gently across her throat, more caressing than possessing, and she sighs with fluttering lids as his thumb rubs a soft circle along her pulse point. Trust, affection, warmth, devotion - safety. There was no better aphrodisiac in the world than the way she fit just right against him. His other arm came up to wrap around her ample waist, and she leant back fully now, sighing contentedly as he hugs her from behind.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmurs, the last word nearly swallowed by an unexpected yawn, and Nate softens a great deal, brown eyes warming as he continues to hold her.

“Near nothing could keep me from you,” he answers, with as much feeling as he can dress the words in, “I know this will pass, but I admittedly liked the idea of coming to check on you...alone. Morgan asked if I wanted a ride, but I turned her down. I doubt she’d admit it, but I think she might have wanted to check on you, too.”

“I’m sure that can’t be it,” Phoebe shakes her head, but he can tell she’s tickled by the idea. For her confidence and friendliness, admissions that even the more obstinate of their team was worried about her, even in their own way, meant a great deal. He knew Phoebe’s candor rankled some, but Nate had always been a big fan of open books.

The beeping of the microwave pulls him out of his thoughts, and Nate drops his hand from her collar to pull the door open again, dexterously guiding the soup container down to the counter with little fanfare. She hums with anticipation, only sounding slightly hoarse, and slips from his grasp to pull a spoon - and then, with a second thought, two spoons - from a counter drawer, turning to face him with one of the spoons outstretched.

“It’s a good thing you guys can’t get sick, because otherwise I’d be way more hesitant about sharing, but you can’t not try Hailey’s chicken noodle. It just wouldn’t do,” she says with a smile, picking up the container to head to the couch. He thinks for all of three seconds about suggesting they simply put it in separate bowls, something he knows she’d probably think of herself if she wasn’t addled, or assuring her she should - and could - have all the soup to herself, but he wasn’t so buttoned up as to not take the offer of cuddling up with hot soup and good company for what it was. He trails close behind, skirting thoughts of honey-flavored cough drops and petal-colored lips.

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[phoenix-downer]

For the ask, 19 or 32? Whatever you Feel the most like doing.

Thank you for the prompt @captainmaws! This one is “A kiss for luck.” Hope you enjoy it!

Lucky Kiss. ~1000 words. Takes place after KH3, Re:Mind, and Limit Cut.

Today was the big day. Sora would be taking his Mark of Mastery exam again. His palms were sweaty and his stomach was doing somersaults as memories of how poorly his first exam went flooded his brain. Funny how his complete nonchalance before that one was a complete one-eighty from how he was feeling now. 

He sat outside on the steps of the Mysterious Tower, staring up at the starry skies. How many of those stars had he been to now? And yet he still didn’t feel worthy of the title he would be up for in a half hour. He’d been too casual, too cocky about all this the first time around, and he couldn’t afford to make the same mistake again.

“Heya,” came a chipper voice from behind him. He turned his head, and sure enough, Kairi was standing there with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand. 

“Morning, Kairi,” he said as he took one of the mugs from her, then thanked her. She sat next to him and blew on her hot chocolate to cool it down, and he did the same. The way she made it was the best, with a hint of peppermint and more than enough marshmallows to satisfy his sweet tooth. 

“What’s going on inside that spikey-haired head of yours?” she teased before taking a sip, her eyes sparkling. “I can practically hear the wheels turning from here.”

“Just thinking about my exam.” 

“You’re gonna do great.”

He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled. “Not so sure about that.” 

“Why not?” she asked with a frown. 

“Because I flunked my first exam pretty badly.” 

She gave him a knowing look as she took another sip. “That wasn’t your fault, Sora. How were you supposed to know Xehanort would gang up on you?” 

“I didn’t, but I still should’ve taken the whole thing more seriously.” 

He sipped on his hot chocolate as he thought about everything. If only he had treated this with the seriousness it deserved, then maybe he wouldn’t have lost his powers in the first place. Then he could’ve helped Riku and the king save Aqua earlier than he did, and then maybe he could’ve gotten to spend more time with Kairi, and—

“Well, the past is in the past,” Kairi said, breaking through his thoughts. “You’re taking things pretty seriously now, aren’t you? You’ve been training with Terra and Riku nonstop lately.” 

“Yeah, but it’s not about my skills or abilities. It’s what’s in my heart.”

“And I know your heart is worthy.” She poked his chest and smiled. “You’ve more than proved yourself, over and over again. Now all you have to do is just make it official.”

“Is that really all there is to it?”

“Sora,” she said, her eyes softening as she set her mug to the side, “why are you doubting yourself so much?”

He looked away. “I just…” She waited patiently, but he couldn’t get the words to come out. So he plastered on a smile instead. “You know what Kairi? You’re right. I’m totally gonna ace this!” 

He gave her a thumbs up, but his smile wavered as he met her eyes.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” she said as she found his hand. “What’s on your mind?” 

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You know me too well.” 

“The eyes are the window to the soul, and your eyes can never lie to me. So tell me, what’s troubling you?” 

“I feel like a failure,” he said at last. “A test that I should’ve passed easily stripped me of all my powers instead. I know I don’t really like to talk about it, but that’s because it was so… shameful, I guess. Humiliating. Getting captured like that, falling for Xehanort’s trap, my heart and body getting used as a weapon against me, putting everyone else in danger because I needed rescuing—”

“Sounds familiar,” Kairi said with a sad smile. “Guess that makes two of us, huh?”

His heart sank. “Kairi, no, I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m not saying this to make you feel bad or to be down on myself,” she promised. “I just want you to know you’re not alone. You’re never alone. I know how you feel, and you can always talk to me about all this. What happened to both of us is horrible, but we’re stronger than our failures. And that means you can do this. You can get your Mark of Mastery today.” 

“Thank you,” he said quietly. How was it that she always knew just what to say?

“And you know why? Because I believe in you, and I know you believe in me. So have a little faith in yourself, okay?”

He nodded, and she smiled again. 

“Good. Now,” she said as she brushed off his jacket, “there’s something else I came out here to give you.” 

“What?”

“Something that’s very important for your Mark of Mastery,” she said, very seriously. But her twitching lips were giving her away. Before he could reply, those lips were pressing against his, soft and warm and full, and she cupped his face with her hands as she kissed him. Oh man he was gonna melt into a puddle if she wasn’t careful. 

“For luck,” she said as she withdrew from him all too soon, cheeks flushed and eyes dancing. 

“For…  luck…” he echoed as he tried to sort out his scrambled brain. 

She giggled and grabbed their mugs. “Now go get ‘em tiger.” 

“Right. I got this.” 

Nothing like a Kairi kiss to lift his spirits. He already felt more confident in himself. There was more than one kind of magic, and she possessed it in spades and was more than happy to share it with him. 

“Darn right you do,” she said with a wink. 

He grinned. “Yeah.”

He stood up, feeling energized and ready to go. Sure, there was still a lot riding on his exam. Maybe he would fail again. But that didn’t really seem to matter much anymore. With Kairi by his side, he felt like he could take on the worlds.

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A/N: Thank you again captainmaws! Hope you enjoyed it! And thank you to @angel-with-a-pipette for suggesting a moment before Sora’s Mark of Mastery exam for the setting. 

I’m still working on the remaining couple of kiss prompts (thank you to everyone who sent them in!), but if you’d like to read the previous ones, they include, “A kiss to pretend, “A good morning kiss,” “A kiss on a falling tear,” “A kiss in secrecy,” “A kiss in public,” and “A kiss out of necessity/A kiss to wake up.” Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

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