#that fact that fry came out of the family he did loving with all his heart and soul is indescribably beautiful

[happyely2]

Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: For all and sundry, with a little sprinkle of spiciness here and there

Summary: Small glimpses of daily life in autumn with your partner Ace, in this case we are not in the world of OP, but we are in the real world. An idea that came to me thanks to this Post, and what's more, the Autumn Equinox is today🍂 ah, my favorite season begins!

🍁 Cosy Autumn Prompts 🍁

🍁 Cuddling under a blanket 🍁

The days were starting to get shorter and shorter, the air was finally starting to feel fresher and not as muggy as in the previous days which had forced you to sleep in separate beds and with the fan on because it was too hot.

Finally the time came when you could get under a blanket and bask in the early hours of the morning. Ace is happy about this, he complained all summer that he couldn't use you as a pillow - he didn't mind the heat, but you risked fainting if the temperature was too excessive.

It felt good to feel his strong arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close to him. Ace loved kissing every single inch of your free skin, sometimes he would take off your pajamas to have more skin to kiss, his fingers would pinch your hips pleasantly and you would laugh holding him to you. You liked stroking his hair, kissing his face and gently pulling his cheeks to tease him a little, tracing the lines of his muscles and observing that galaxy of freckles on his body. You kissed him, every now and then a little bite here and there. It was nice to go back to old habits.

“Come on pigeons, come down instead of flirting in bed.” The knocks on the door and Marco's voice brought you back to reality. It was better not to keep the large Newgate family waiting, also because you risked that one of them would enter the room to grab you and drag you out of bed.

You were about to get up when Ace held you back, carrying you back to the bed and placing the blanket over you.

“The two of us haven't finished our dose of morning cuddles yet.” He had said, kissing you passionately and leaving you no escape. Not even the knocks on the doors and threats from his older brother changed Ace's mind.

🍁 Baking together 🍁

Autumn also meant preparing big family lunches for everyone to be together. Or rather you cooked, Ace was responsible for tasting the dishes to help you adjust the spices, salt, pepper and cooking of the food.

The last time he cooked, his brothers had told you, the fire alarm had gone off and for this reason the whole family had decreed that Ace would no longer go near the stove. So all his brothers were amazed at your culinary skills and the fact that you allowed him to stay in the kitchen without causing damage.

“Ace, can you tell me if the pancake batter turned out well? Then get me the sugar and cinnamon.” You said as you continued to mix the cream to fill the pancakes with, Satch had entrusted you with the task of making desserts for that Branch and you had gone wild. Ace was very happy about it, he loved your sweets and finally he could go into the kitchen and scoff at some food.

“Did it come out perfect, when did you fry it?” The boy asked, passing you the ingredients you asked for. You replied that it would be better to do them after everyone had arrived, only his two brothers Sabo and Luffy were missing but they were on their way and would be there any moment.

“Oh no, I forgot to whip the cream for the cake!” Only then did you remember the cake that was resting in the fridge still unfilled and you also had to add all the fruit to it, but you had to finish making the blueberry pancakes and then the apple ones and the peach ones: "Ace, take the whisks and whip the cream, after which I'll decorate it." The situation was desperate because everyone was busy, even Satch.

Your boyfriend looked at you for a whole minute, then following your request and the instructions you gave him: you told him to take the cold container, put the cream in it and then use the whisk, increasing the speed slowly. You also told him what movement he had to make, up and down in such a way as to incorporate a little air to make it softer.

For once you were optimistic, he wouldn't do any damage.

A scream coming from the other side of the kitchen made you whirl towards an Ace covered from head to toe in whipped cream. How had he multiplied the cream like that?! You turned off the stove and headed towards him with a tablecloth to dry him off.

"Look at the bright side." He said as he tasted the cream on the sides of his mouth. Only he could see a positive side in that disaster,

“Didn't you let the kitchen catch fire?” You replied as you cleaned his clothes, he would have to go change, god it had gotten all over him.

“I know how to whip excellent cream.” Ace said smiling at you and letting you taste some whipped cream from his hand. In fact he was right, he had been good and there was enough left in the bowl to fill the cake.

“No Food Porn in my kitchen!” You jumped to attention as soon as you heard Satch's voice coming from the other side of the room and burst out laughing, who knows what he heard.

🍁 Lazy days in 🍁

Ace is a hyperactive boyfriend - despite his chronic narcolepsy - he doesn't know how to sit still for a moment, not even in the morning when you would like to sleep and stay under the covers as much as possible, but no, Ace won't let you. He's like a persistent cricket until you get up and go down to breakfast with him.

Ace tells you what he did as you go down the stairs and you listen to him trying not to trip on the steps and give him all the attention he deserves-because despite everything you love him to death. He took out the rubbish, put away the new bags, went for his morning run and has already met with your whole group of friends to get organized and go to university, he got the newspaper, did the shopping for breakfast and he went to get you your favorite espresso to surprise you.

The container is lukewarm, he begins to slowly sip your drink while your boyfriend does ten thousand things a second, he is emptying the dishwasher that you put on the previous evening while he tells you some gossip about the neighborhood, and he begins to put away every object of the kitchen in its place.

You remain with your drink and your eyes half closed listening to him, smiling every now and then in the hope that your brain will reconnect to the world with the caffeine it is ingesting.

Then the sound of a photo wakes you up and the vibrations of your phone force you to open the family chat - or rather the chat in which Ace's family have included you because for them you are part of the family now.

“Ace, did you send a photo of me in this condition?” You said without getting too angry, by now Ace's family knew you so well that they had seen you in even worse situations - and you had your photo library to be able to threaten them.

“You look like Baby Yoda, look how cute you are!” He said Ace hugging you and peppering you with kisses on the cheeks, as if he were going to charge you-it kind of worked.

“Come on, we have so many things to do and so many lessons to follow.” The brunette said placing your favorite cereal in front of you. His smile was so beautiful.

“Ace it's six in the morning, lessons start at nine, I'm going back to bed.” You tried to get up, but Ace didn't let you go, this time too you weren't able to fully enjoy a lazy day, but your boyfriend knows how to make up for it.

🍁 Carving pumpkins 🍁

Having a little brother is something you've always wanted, and Luffy is perfect for this role. You love Ace's five year old brother, he's small, compact and sometimes when you go out you can pretend to be a happy family to get some discounts on lunch. And Luffy loves calling you mom or calling Ace dad to scare away girls who bother him when you go out shopping together.

And that day was no different, you went out to buy pumpkins to carve, Luffy's school had assigned this task to the children to start decorating the school for the autumn term. And the girls attacked Ace while you and Luffy were choosing the pumpkins to buy, you and the little one looked at each other and carried out the plan, the girls' faces were a sight and Ace played your game so well that they ran away apologizing to you.

“Luffy uses the spoon to remove the pulp and seeds, but don't throw them away, I'll put them in the oven to make some snacks.” You said as you continued carving the pumpkin you had emptied earlier, “Ace help your brother.” You added seeing the smaller one in difficulty. You hadn't expected them both to make a mess and end up covered in pumpkin from head to toe, you were only distracted for two minutes.

You rolled your eyes at their carelessness laughing until you felt something sticky hit your chest. It was pumpkin pulp, the one that was not eaten and which contained all the seeds. The two brothers looked at you with challenging looks. You started running around the kitchen, aware that they would catch you in no time and that they would fill you with pumpkin, but you managed to defend yourself even if you fell and they both followed closely behind you due to how slippery the floor had become.

“Now we have to clean ourselves up.” You said jokingly as you picked up a little Luffy in your arms and removed the pumpkin on his face.

“We bathe together!” The little one said smiling playfully and chuckling and throwing himself on top of you.

“And I was going to cook you, stuff you and eat you.” Ace whispered in your ear making you turn all red as soon as he placed his lips on your neck. Or why your boyfriend could be so damn sexy even in a situation like that.

“Ace I want to eat the stuffed big sister too!” Luffy's comment shocked you, or at least he made you go into disarray while Ace laughed big time at what was happening, the little one looked at you in a daze, leaning on your neckline to understand if you were doing well or badly.

He would then ask Sabo.

🍁 Movie nights 🍁

“We're over having a movie marathon!” Ace always had a bad habit of yelling at everyone when you came up to his room. You knew that he had pushy brothers, very pushy, but every now and then you wanted something calmer.

“Do you have to say it every time?” You asked, pulling his cheek a little.

“Let's go so they don't bother us.” The boy replied as he kissed the palm of his hand making you blush visibly.

“Turn the volume up a little or change movie genre, lovebirds!” Izou's voice made you stop halfway up the stairs, the boy with long black hair passed you, adding: "And this time we're almost full, so I suggest you don't do any kind of stunt."

"WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?" Ace started chasing his brother.

“That the walls of the house are thin turnip heads!”

🍁 Flannel shirts 🍁

If there was one thing you liked to do it was get rid of Ace's shirts. Your beloved boyfriend had built up so much muscle mass thanks to his workouts that many shirts he owned had to be given away because they were too small now. And finally you could throw away some of dubious taste, like the leopard one or the one with zebra stripes. You finally had the power and the opportunity to get new ones.

“Cool colors suit you better Ace.” You told him as you hung some shirts in those shades, you had filled him with shirts to try on in the changing rooms.

“Are you sure I need that many? I only need a couple." He said coming out of the dressing room and wearing the dark red one, it looked great on him.

“This autumn will be milder than others, you need these light shirts so you don't die of the heat.” You responded by fixing his collar and smiling at him: “Come on, you have six more to try, come on Love!”

🍁 Cold hands 🍁

“Your hands are frozen!” Ace always worries about you, I mean how do you lose heat even though you go out all covered up with sweaters, scarves, hats and gloves. During the lessons you take together Ace has to hold your hands to prevent them from becoming very cold.

“You know that I lose heat and that you gain it.” You said resting your head on his shoulder. Your university had a bad habit of not turning the heating on full blast, yet the rainy week was always the coldest.

“And yet I like your hands freezing when you run them over me.” Ace's voice was a whisper in your ear, accompanied by the gesture of taking your hand and placing it under his sweatshirt in direct contact with the skin of his abs. Suddenly a hot flash hit you out of the blue, you tried to stay calm so you wouldn't be discovered.

“You're a stove.”

“A stove that needs to be cooled. At the end of the lesson we go to the study room.” He whispered in your ear.

You definitely felt warmer now.

🍁 Steaming mugs 🍁

You had gone out early that morning, even though your nature would have led you to stay in bed for a while longer, but the sales for the furnishings of the house were starting and you wanted to go and buy something to start decorating it a little more and because the plates and glasses were starting to run out, you no longer lived alone in that house, Ace had almost moved in with you now, he was just missing one thing.

So you didn't think twice when you saw a giant orange mug on a shop cupboard next to a blue one. Orange and Blue are two complementary colors you remembered.

You didn't waste time, you bought them immediately and finished your shopping quickly to rush home to put everything away.

When Ace came back and saw the two steaming cups of hot chocolate and cream, decorated with cookies and homemade treats on the kitchen table he looked at you with eyes full of sweetness.

“Now you practically live with me, you have your toothbrush, your clothes are mixed with mine and you have the keys to the house, all you were missing was a cup for breakfast.” You said hugging him tightly to you, you would never let him go, not after he had entered your heart like that and made it his own. Ace held you tightly to him, he had never felt so good in that moment. He lifted you up and filled you with kisses not letting you go for any reason, he had finally found someone who would never abandon him and who was accepting him for who he was.

🍁 Scary movie marathons 🍁

You've never liked scary movies, the nightmares you get aren't normal, and you don't sleep for three days when you see one. But all of Ace's adopted brothers love having scary movie marathons and that's why they brought you in. Even little Luffy is braver than you and he watches them without any problems while eating his popcorn.

You can't watch them, not even the ones produced by Disney, in your opinion those are even more terrifying. For this reason Ace has organized it in the following way: You holding him and Luffy sitting on your lap. You were able to follow the film calmly, covering your eyes with Ace's hand when the scene became too scary, even if Luffy told you about it and everyone started laughing...

Then you had to go to the bathroom because you drank too much coke, and because everyone needed a break, it was the third movie in a row you'd seen and you had to order pizzas.

You rinsed your face and walked out of the bathroom, meeting Luffy down the hall as he grabbed his favorite hat from his room and asked you to wait for him.

Once the child returned you walked towards the living room, unaware that someone was following you in the shadows.

It was a matter of moments, the light went off and on again a couple of times while you were walking down the corridor, what's more it was raining and the sound of the rain distracted you for those few seconds, you approached the window to see if there were any flashes on the horizon and the moment the light went away again and then reappeared you saw the figure behind you from the reflection in the window.

You whipped around to stand in front of Luffy to hide him from the black figure who possessed a disturbing voice and a blood-soaked knife.

You screamed, picked up Luffy - because the little straw hat was going to hit the monster - and ran down the stairs with tears in your eyes as it chased you.

Ace was under the stairs and caught you in time before you fell to the floor, you closed your eyes and a familiar laugh made you instinctively turn around.

Satch had taken off his mask and was laughing out loud, only to be hit by Marco and Izou and scolded.

You were shaking in Ace's arms and had tears in your eyes, your boyfriend got even more angry at his older brother, he and Luffy chased him around the house to teach him a lesson while Izou took you to get something warm to drink in the kitchen to relax your nerves.

Ace came back to you, hugging you and apologizing for what had happened.

“Don't worry, I'll sleep with you this evening and we beat Satch properly.” He said to reassure you.

“I want Luffy too.” You said as the little one came towards you to check on you. Ace didn't say anything, he knows that Luffy is a great nightmare buster and seeing that you love him so much warms his heart.

🍁 Home-cooked meals 🍁

If there's one thing you like to make, it's your family's homemade recipes. Your mom sent you Grandma's cookbook and now you're flipping through it with Ace. your grandmother wrote those recipes by hand, meticulously noting all the steps and tips that she acquired over time.

“This seems to be good.” She said Ace pointing to a recipe that included figs. She knew they were your favorite fruit and that you would eat them endlessly.

“Unfortunately, however, we no longer have figs, they no longer sell them in the supermarket, their season is coming to an end.” You replied, they look at the bruschetta that could be made for lunch, or the jam or the savory dishes or even other desserts.

“Who told you we have to get them at the supermarket.” You looked at Ace a little worried when he dialed Satch's number - despite the horror evening you forgave him - and when half an hour later the person concerned showed up at your house with a basket full of figs and everything you needed to do your grandmother's desserts and recipes.

“Satch, are you staying with us for dinner?” You asked carrying the basket into the kitchen.

“Actually the others are arriving too. Even Father wants to try your grandmother's recipes." The brunette replied carrying two more baskets of Figs, Ace had more in his hand.

You didn't wonder where they got them from, you smiled again because you know that was Ace's plan.

“I know you love cooking homemade meals as a family.” Your boyfriend said, kissing you lightly as the doorbell rang again, “These are the others, Luffy can't wait to get cooking.”

🍁 Scented candles 🍁

Ace had noticed that your mood was a bit down lately, the period of ongoing tests wasn't at all easy at university, especially when he knew that your professors were very rigid and expected mind-boggling projects. He helped you as best he could when he heard you repeat yourself or when you had to do a presentation or a practical project.

So as soon as he saw that mega set of orange, cinnamon and vanilla scented candles he had a great idea.

You heard a knock on the door of your study, you hadn't gotten up for four hours you noticed and when you told Ace he could come in but you didn't hear the door open you got weirded out. So without wasting time you left the room only to notice a lot of red rose petals on the carpet creating a trail towards the bathroom.

You went to investigate, then opened the door and noticed the atmosphere that your boyfriend had created in your bathroom: the heater was on and had warmed the air, the water in the tub was hot and steaming and full of foam and then there was 'there were candles, the candles were lit and released a very good scent of citrus, cinnamon and vanilla and there were also rose petals in the tub.

Ace leaned his chin on your shoulder and kissed your neck: “Come on, let's take a nice hot bath.” He said placing his warm hands on your hips.

You undressed each other and entered the hot tub, you leaned against his chest and enjoyed all the cuddles and attention he was giving you: not only had he taken the candles but also the shampoo, conditioner and shower gel matched.

“Thanks Ace, I really needed that.” You said turning to him and kissing him passionately.

“Anything to see you happy.” The dark-haired man replied, kissing him back.

For that evening you could do without studying, you had your eye on a body oil to put on after the shower.

🍁 Bear hugs 🍁

Ace was always ready to react to any situation, he had faced some rough and tumble during his life, but he certainly couldn't expect to be welcomed into the house by you and Luffy dressed in bear pajamas, which also included the matching hood.

You jumped on him once he entered the house and you all burst out laughing and Ace hugged you tight, so tight.

You were so lovely.

“We have pajamas for you too.” Luffy said running to get him. While Ace continued to kiss you.

“You're such a cute little bear.” He told you, kissing your forehead, then his gaze fell on your neckline and he noticed something that he liked even more.

“This little teddy bear will get plenty of honey tonight.” You whispered in his ear as Luffy arrived in Ace's costume.

Your boyfriend smirked as he went to change followed by his little brother. “Get ready, this bear wants a lot of honey.” He told you as he took off his shirt and thinking of all the ways he could make Luffy as tired as possible so you could have the whole evening to yourself.

So now on his lock screen there are the three of you all dressed up as a family of bears, but in your private chat there was you in the background with a copper colored lace suit and honey covering your breasts.

Grinning, Ace texted you that he was going to buy some honey that was out of stock.

🍁 Coffee shop dates 🍁

Going out in autumn meant only one thing, calling all your friends to go and have a hot and steaming drink to be in company, laugh and joke.

Ace had a commitment at university and would arrive later, but luckily he had one of your closest friends to keep you company. Yamato had managed to free herself from commitments with her family and had immediately run to the cafeteria, crushing you in a hug that never ended. You hadn't seen each other for three months and you started chatting about everything that had happened, until the waitress came by to ask you if you wanted something and while your friend was ordering a pumpkin pie and a hot tea you he only asked for tea.

“I haven't been so well lately.” You told her as you sweetened your cinnamon tea.

“After all the desserts you made, I believe it!” Yamato replied, regretting not having been able to taste them.

“It will be as you say and I also gained weight, ugh starting today we're going on a diet.” You said as you saw Ace arriving with your entire company of friends. He too was happy to see Yamato again after a long time and while he went to order for him.

“Aren't you pregnant?” Yamato asked you in a low tone of voice, explaining that everything you had had coincided with a pregnancy.

“I don't think so, we were always careful.” You responded as you saw your boyfriend walking back with the others and giving Yamato a look that you would talk about it later, even if you were skeptical. Ace had sat next to you with a steaming cup of hot chocolate and cream and you had changed the subject, Yamato had given you a look as if to say to get checked and then started joking with the others, while Ace held you close self.

🍁 Bonfire night 🍁

“If you're that sick, let's not go.” Ace had been categorical. Since that morning you have been nauseous and your head is heavy, you almost fell down the stairs.

“Ace I must have caught a cold, a Tachipirina and I'm fine.” You said while you were drinking tea instead of coffee, it was the only thing that made you feel good: "And then this evening all our friends are here and Yamato also managed to free herself for this night." It was the most beautiful part when the bonfires were lit for barbecues all together on the evening of the Autumn equinox and you would go there.

In the end Ace had to give in to your stubbornness, but at least he won the debate regarding a medical examination to be done, you had been too ill lately and this worried him.

When you arrived everyone was happy to see you, they had thought that until the last moment you couldn't come and finally you started making bonfires, Yamato stayed next to you the whole time at Ace's request, you might not have felt nauseous anymore, but the dizziness was still present.

“Eventually I'll go get some blood tests, maybe it's something missing.” You said to Yamato as you prepared the skewers to cook and Ace helped start the fire.

“If needed, I can hold Luffy for you.” She said your friend nodding to Ace that he was okay.

Your boyfriend worried a little too much.

“Did you manage to eat anything?” He asked you with a mug of beer in his hand and sitting next to you, he smelled like embers, even if he stung your nose it was a smell that didn't bother you.

“Yes, I ate something calm Ace.” You replied taking a sip of his beer and grimacing, you usually liked the beer he had.

“Mhm, my tastes are altered.” You said as you leaned against him and watched the fire dance in front of you. Ace held you close to him as you slowly fell asleep lulled by the sound of the chatter of the people dear to you and the warmth of the bonfire.

🍁 Pillow forts 🍁

Ace was a good, amazing older brother who managed to satisfy Luffy's requests in every way. So you weren't shocked when you saw the living room of old Newgate's house transformed into a battlefield with trenches and forts built with cushions and all the foster brothers - even Father - playing war.

You had gone out to get blood drawn, you were only gone for an hour and all this had happened.

You burst out laughing when you saw everyone appear with improvised helmets and helmets and pillows of all kinds to throw as weapons. In short, where did they come from?

But what made you laugh the most was the moment when Izo and Satch took you hostage to make Ace and Luffy's team lose. Needless to say, the two brothers jumped into the fray to pick you up while Marco and Whitebeard laughed heartily.

In the end, many more pillows flew than expected, but nothing broke.

Luffy fell asleep on you, while the others cleaned up the mess that was created.

“It was to keep Luffy calm, he heard us talking about your blood tests and he got worried.” He said Ace then sitting next to you, “How did they go? When will you have the results?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“They went well, Yamato didn't give me a single moment of peace. I'll have them in a couple of days.” You responded by leaning on Ace, the environment of the pillow fort was so comfortable that you felt protected, Ace was there to protect you.

🍁 Thunderstorms 🍁

The first flash had torn the sky and blown you both into the air. Then the downpour started and the force with which the rain hit the windows of your room was enough to keep you awake.

You hugged Ace, unable to sleep anymore. Neither of them liked times like those.

“Tomorrow we may not even go to university.” Ace said showing you the weather alert notification that had come from the university just then.

“It's better this way, tomorrow we had a full day until six in the afternoon.” You said as you got into a sitting position feeling a cramp in your stomach. You got up to go to the bathroom to put away that evening's dinner. Ace behind you holding your hair and rubbing your back.

“Still with this nausea?” He was worried, the tests were slow in arriving and your nausea showed no signs of disappearing.

“Ace will be the period maybe, don't worry I'm not even losing weight.” You told him after rinsing your mouth and tidying up the bathroom.

Another bolt of lightning had illuminated the room and set off the alarms of some cars.

“Text Sabo to see how he, Koala and Luffy are doing.” You had said as you made sure everything was in order in the living room.

“Look at them, all three of them are sleeping in the big bed.” Ace showed you the photo and you smiled.

Other notifications arrived from the other family group and you laughed when you saw what was written. There were those who were taking the oars and the boat.

You got back into the bed, with Ace massaging your stomach to give you some relief: "Do you have your period?" He asked you deep in thought.

“In a couple of weeks why?”

“So, I didn't remember when you were supposed to come.” He replied, smiling at you and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

The storm wouldn't let you sleep, you both knew it, so you both immediately came up with a good idea to pass the time.

🍁 Leaf piles 🍁

The real autumn had now arrived and the evidence was the leaves falling on your driveway. You had piled them up well, they waste the whole morning cleaning up the garden. In fact, you took advantage of the opportunity to prune the flowerbeds and spend time with your friends.

Kid and Law wasted no time competing to see who could remove the most, while Satch and Izo cleaned the gutters with Ace and Marco sat next to you while you repainted the chairs for the outside.

Luffy was arriving at that moment accompanied by Shanks and Makino. So you prepared a good cinnamon tea for everyone, catching Luffy and Ace in time before they threw themselves into the pile of dry leaves that had been collected, you had wasted the day tidying up the garden.

“So it doesn't show any signs of disappearing?” Makino had asked sitting next to you, it wasn't a mystery to anyone that your health wasn't the best at the moment and Ace had talked about it with the woman next to you to get some suggestions.

“No, there are days when I feel better, others when I can't even get up, not to mention the smells. Some perfumes I can't wear anymore.” You said, sipping the hot drink.

A notification from your phone had caught your attention, it was the test results.

Looking at them they all seem to be perfect, so it was quite strange, not even Law was strange looking at them from the phone.

Ace was behind you, he noticed your sad look, so he picked you up and ran towards the large pile of leaves you had collected and jumped into them. You yelped in surprise as the others joined you and you laughed.

Whatever the problem was you would figure it out and Ace was amazing at cheering you up.

🍁 Sharing blankets 🍁

Sharing blankets was a concept that didn't apply easily to the two of you. Or at least you tried to do it the right way, but everything was impossible. Ace moved during the night and his blankets were thrown all over you.

You had all tried them, but there was no way to share them well.

“Yamato moves too much.” You said while you were at the supermarket with your friend.

“Then throw him out of bed.” She had replied, using her height to reach for the pumpkin mixture on the top shelf.

You laughed out loud, thinking that Yamato was right in the end, then you received a notification from Ace showing you a Pail blanket with sleeves that he had just gotten with the message: maybe we can sleep better with this.

You laughed and headed towards the registers to pay, but not before buying some things you wanted at the last moment.

“You should take a test.” Yamato had been trying to convince you for days, ever since you told him about the nausea and so without thinking twice she went into the pharmacy and took a whole pack and put it in your bag. There was no way to argue and in the end you returned home with Ace having joined you shortly after.

“Ace learn to move less, or I would hurt my friend!” She told him Yamato grabbing his cheeks and Ace had responded in kind saying it wasn't her fault.

You said goodbye shortly after and returned home with a giant family pizza to eat in front of the TV. You felt like it as soon as you saw the flyer and so you were able to experiment with the new blanket with sleeves and the pocket to put the remote controls.

Ace was good at choosing blankets so you could stay closer to him.

🍁 Rain showers 🍁

“I'm stuck at dad's house because of these stupid rain showers.” Ace hated being away from you, but in old Newgate's house the tip had collapsed and he and his brothers had gone to repair it, of course the beach didn't help and it was strong again.

“Come on, love, don't worry, it'll be over in a couple of hours.” You reassured him as you opened your bag to empty it. You saw the Test Yamato had given you and now looked at where to put it in the bathroom while you continued talking to Ace.

“Ace, I'll call you back in a moment…” You had abruptly ended the call due to the nausea you felt at that moment. Yet it wasn't early in the morning.

You looked at the test left on the nightstand and mentally called yourself stupid.

You were sure of it, you couldn't be.

The sound of the rain woke you up from your thoughts and that's why you told yourself that to pass the time you would do one.

And while the symbol appeared on the display along with the numbers that would tell you how old you were, you heard the door open and Ace run into the bathroom towards you, wet from head to toe and worried dead after you hadn't called him back.

“Love what happened?” Ace had leaned over to see what you had in your hand, fearing the worst when he suddenly saw you blanch.

“Oh it can't be!” You said turning to him with the positive test in your hand, “Wait it could be a false positive, let's do another one.” You said taking another test and throwing Ace out of the bathroom, yelling at him to get you some pear juice.

Five tests later you were now sure of it.

“It's three months.” You said looking down, now everything was taking a very specific turn.

Ace was next to you, looking at you with a look you couldn't decipher. You knew that he had fears of pregnancy, his mother had died from complications after giving birth and was then given up for adoption by his father, he had always felt guilty about this.

You never expected that he would hug you and whisper those words in your ear: "Don't think who knows what, we will keep him and raise him." His voice was broken by tears.

You both cried, a little happy and a little scared for what was about to await you. But you were happy that Ace wanted to start a family with you, despite the shadows of his past.

🍁 Log cabin 🍁

Gathering all your friends and family in the wooden cabin in the mountains was not easy, at all. It wasn't even easy to keep the secret until then. Because Makino and Yamato had suspected something.

Yet both of you are enjoying everyone's surprised faces.

“Your tests showed none of this.��� Law looked at the ultrasound in his hand and passed it to the others. Kid would tease him for months.

“They sent the tests wrong, they confused them with those of another patient.” You responded as you picked Luffy up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was the most elated of all. Along with Shanks he couldn't stop laughing.

“Ahhhh how beautiful! I'm so happy for you!” Yamato was over the moon and couldn't stop hugging you. In the end she was right and didn't hold back from saying I told you so.

Satch had fainted, literally fainted on the floor as soon as he heard the news, while Izo and Marco and all of Ace's other adoptive brothers were complimenting the two of you. With lots of jokes that further cheered everyone up.

“Now I can become a grandfather!” Whitebeard laughed, clapping Ace loudly on the shoulder and insisting that you two should move in with him.

“Dad…” Ace couldn't feel his shoulder anymore, but he was happy.

Koala did nothing but cry with happiness and Sabo was overjoyed to become an uncle. The only one who remained perplexed was Grandpa Garp, despite everything the old man was happy for you, but he would have gladly killed his grandson and would have had a very long fist-fighting chat with him.

“Come on Grandpa Garp you have a chance to be an amazing great grandfather.” You told him, taking him by the arm and bringing him closer to the others, in the end he too started laughing and joking with everyone else.

“So is he male or female?” Luffy's curiosity had attracted everyone's attention.

“We'll find out at the next check.” Ace had responded to his little brother by picking him up. Needless to say, more than half the world would participate in that check and the betting would start, you were sure of it.

You and Ace were happy though, despite all the stress you went through in those days and seeing people give you so close to you cheered you up a lot.

“You're about to become parents, I can't do it.” Satch held the ultrasound and smiled.

And as Ace hugged you a new awareness grew in you.

You were happy to have found a boy like him.

You were happy that a new chapter in your life was about to begin.

#one piece #portgas ace x you #ace x reader #ace smut #portgas ace smut #ace x oc #soft smut #Happy_Ely🪷 #portgas d ace x reader

[irrevocableloves]

violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter two: golden topaz

previous chapter ౨ৎ masterlist ౨ৎ chapter three

summary: why, even in his absence, did edward cullen have an effect on her?

warnings: swearing, lil bit of fluff & angst

words: 2.9k

Days went by since I last saw Edward Cullen.

I shouldn't be thinking about him or let alone think about what he thought of me. I wanted to confront him, but every time I waited to see his grey Volvo or him striding to his cafeteria seat or perhaps a late arrival to biology class, it was nothing. It was like he never existed. It drove me insane.

Since then, he's invaded not just my mind, but my dreams. But they felt different. As if I could feel him, like he was really there with me.

"Hey, I invited Billy and Jacob tonight, you still up for making dinner?" My dad asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah! Definitely."

"You sure? I could always pick up something from the diner or uh–I could always try cooking?"

"No, please," I chucked, "It's okay, dad, I got it."

"Hey, dad, I was wondering..." I trailed off, wondering if it would be strange to ask about the Cullens, but my dad seemed to know just about anything going on around town. "Do you know the Cullens?"

"Sure do! Came just around the time you left to your mom's. Why?"

"Um, I dunno. I just–"

"Listen, all the talk about them being strange. They're a good family. Carlisle has done a whole lot for Forks as a doctor than I've seen in years. He keeps his kids in line, they do good in school from what I've heard, haven't had a single speck of trouble from any of those kids. Can't say the same from those who've lived here their entire 17 or so years."

I was surprised by his response, deciding I shouldn't ask anymore about them, especially Edward...

Soon after the conversation ended, I drove your car to the nearby grocery mart to grab ingredients for the dinner I was making for the Black's.

Billy and Jacob, I've known them for as long as you could remember, they were practically like family to me and my dad. As a kid, I remember all the times playing with Jake, Rachel, Rebecca, Leah, and Seth on the reservation. Mostly, Leah and I would be excluded from the boys and we would be left to babysit Seth because he was too small to be rough-housed. But, Jacob always had a soft spot for me and begged the boys to include us most of the time.

I wasn't stupid, I knew Jacob liked me, but I never had the heart to reject him.

Once I was done gathering the ingredients to make a simple pasta recipe, I headed out.

Back at the house, I had my dad doing the simplest of tasks as possible, like boiling the water, pulling the seasonings out of the cabinets, etc. He wasn't the best cook and I knew that when I was away for the summer he either went to the diner everyday or ate Harry Clearwater's fish fry.

For me, cooking was something that I enjoyed, so you didn't mind catering for my dad every once in a while, in fact, I felt at peace knowing you could do at least one thing for my dad that he could appreciate. Cooking for me was quite peaceful. I wasn't a complete expert at it, but I was good at following recipes, making things from complete scratch, and I knew for sure that I had an excellent taste palette.

While I cooked, I had my dad take out the nice plates that I begged my mom to keep here and pull out the dinner table to face the television so he and the boys could enjoy a nice game of 'whatever sport was on' by the time dinner was ready.

My dad and I sat in comfortable silence before the Black's arrived. Me setting the plates and my dad setting out the nice placemats and silverware that I had thrifted some time ago. This is what I liked about my dad. The silence. It was never uncomfortable or awkward, but he was less of a hover than my mother, who was just a constant ringing in your head. I loved your mom of course, but it didn't hurt to admit that I favored my father just a little bit more.

"So, how was your first week? None of the teachers give ya a hard time?" He broke the silence, I didn't mind his small talk either.

"Nah, they're pretty lenient since I've got all my work done. It's just the PE teacher who's had me running extra laps to make up for the 'lost time'..." I rolled my eyes at the memory of Coach Clapp even assigning me exercises to 'keep yourself busy at home'.

Dinner went by smoothly. Billy and Jacob didn't arrive empty handed as Jacob came in with a hefty looking pie in his right hand, helping my dad with his left to haul Billy's wheelchair up the porch stairs.

At the end of dinner, I'd said my goodbyes to Billy and Jacob, thanking them again for my car. Like always, my dad promised to do all dishes because of our rule, 'whoever cooks doesn't wash the dishes', which means he's the one cleaning them practically every single day.

I found myself in the forest. With the trees surrounding, the area was left dim, with the sunlight hardly peeking through. I felt my feet guiding me up a hill, closer and closer to the sun rays, the breeze of the dark forest slipping away as I climbed even farther up towards the sunlight. Deeper up the hill, the trees began to fade away and at the end of the hill, an almost blinding light was up ahead. I kept at it, becoming more intrigued with the warmth that I was being guided to. I squinted as I reached the end, the light fading, but I was no longer on your feet. I felt the grass on my face and between my fingertips, the sun rays coating my skin, and a cold hand stroking my hair.

I opened my eyes. Edward was facing me. His hand gently stroking my hair, carefully moving to my cheek. I place mine atop of his, his icy touch melting into my own. It felt warm, his touch. I closed my eyes once again, only to open them to face my bedroom ceiling.

Sighing, I got out of bed, grabbing my journal on your bedside table and jotting down my dream. Ever since I met Edward, I've been in the same meadow. A valley of green with purple flowers scattered around the grass. But never have I been this close to him, never could I feel his touch or the temperature of his skin.

I woke up to snow.

I smiled, taking in the view from my window of the defrosted frost from the heating unit, looking outside to the perfectly pillowed grounds of my front yard, seeing my dad finishing up the snow chains on my tires.

Surprisingly, not very many people in Forks enjoyed the snow, but I did. I loved being able to bundle myself in layers of clothing and seeing everyone with a red flush on their face from the cold as they engaged in snow fights as if they were reliving their early childhood.

Sure, it was a pain in the ass to walk in or more so drive in, but it sure as hell made the ordinary town of Forks look as if it was the most adored place in the world. Plus, I appreciated the canceled school days on snow days, but unfortunately, school was to remain in session for the time-being.

Before the first bell rang, I stood with Jessica and Angela outdoors while Eric, Mike, Tyler, Ben, and other boys I didn't bother to remember the names of as they carelessly played in the snow with a mix of snowball fights and snow angels. That's when I saw the Cullens arrive, looking to have just as much fun as everyone else – only they looked more like a scene from a painting or a Hollywood film rather than a bunch of children roaring with laughter and glee.

I made eye contact with him for a split second. After a full week of missing school, avoiding my presence, he was with his family, skidding around in the snow with his brother Emmett.

With the weather most likely being in its negatives, he somehow looked more alive than ever. His skin was less pale, his eyes a lot more radiant.

I didn't realize I was staring as long as I was until his eyes met back with my own, causing me to flinch away from his eyesight.

Jessica followed where my eyes were once at, "Y/N, what are you staring at?" Her eyebrows furrowed, then finally realizing my eyes' view, "Edward Cullen is staring at you..." she giggled into my ear.

"Yeah... I don't think he likes me very much."

"The Cullens don't like anyone. Well actually, they never seem to notice anyone, really. But he's like staring staring. What did you do?"

"Jess, stop looking!"

"What's she looking at?" Angela squealed. "Oh."

They both giggled immensely, pulling me in between them and forcing us all to walk towards the school building. Angela giggles, "Looks to me like Edward Cullen's got a crush."

I expected to see Edward at the left of our shared table, but he was a no-show once again.

I sighed with relief, heading over to my seat, as Mike spoke, "Hey, if Cullen doesn't show up, um I can ask Banner if you can join–"

The chair to the left of me screeched and I looked over.

Edward. There he was. Now sitting there with an awkward smile as if he wasn't absolutely repulsed by my presence, as if my presence didn't prevent him from attending school for a week straight.

"Hello," he said quietly.

I froze. Hello? Was he serious?

"I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen." I didn't respond, I physically and mentally couldn't form an answer to give him. "You must be Y/N."

"I'm... uh... yes." I breathed out.

Did I make this up? The entirety of our previous reaction? He was perfectly polite. It was as if we were meeting for the very first time, as if his first reaction of my presence didn't leave him sickly and running off.

As soon as I sat, I caught him moving towards the edge of his seat. So he's still repulsed.

This was the type of awkward conversations that I despised, which was part of the reasons I was glad my mother had kept me from them, but here I was, having to experience them as if I was doing ice breakers at the beginning of the semester.

Thankfully, before anymore conversation had begun, the bell rang and Mr. Banner began class.

"Onion root tip cells! That's what's on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right, win... the golden onion!" The class remained silent as he enthusiastically brought out the golden onion from the inside of his desk. He sighed, telling everyone to get started on their partner work.

Maybe this time the partner work wouldn't be rash and I would actually get a chance to do the work together rather than checking Edward's quick, but correct responses.

"Ladies first?" Edward asked, giving me a crooked smile.

I pushed the microscope towards myself before he could, snapping the first slide and adjusting the lens.

"Prophase." I said confidently.

"Do you mind if I look?" he asked, reaching for the microscope as I was pushing it towards him.

His hand was caught into mine and I flinched. His hands were ice-cold. The familiar coldness that I had felt just the night before in my dream. It felt electric.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling his hand back as well, embarrassed. "Prophase," he agreed, writing it down on our worksheet. His handwriting was surprisingly neat for a boy. Most of the ones I've tended to work with had left illegible scribbles which always prompted me to snatch the sheet away from them and write it myself. But his, it was quite beautiful.

He switched out the slides, quickly identifying Anaphase, to which I mimicked his response with, "May I?"

Throughout the rest of the slides, the two of us continued on with the routine, taking turns with the rest of the slides, checking the answers each of us give to one another until the very last slide. We were finished before anyone else, leaving us with plenty of time to spare.

"I knew it was a good idea to make the two of you lab partners!"  Mr. Banner said excitedly, looking over our completed lab and checking the answers.

Silence met the two of us as Mr. Banner left to check the rest of the class' progress, until I broke the silence.

"You've been gone..."

"Yeah uh," he stuttered. "Got sick. It's why I left class so suddenly." So it wasn't because of me?

"Oh. I'm sorry. Well, I'm glad you're uh– feeling better." He only nodded in response.

Edward broke the silence once again, "So... where were you this month? I take it that you're not new. With your dad being the sheriff and everything."

I was taken aback by his question. Normally when I partnered with other boys (besides Eric and Mike of course), there was a string of awkward silence when the assignment was completed and the boys would ditch me for their friends or whisper quite loudly across the classroom to their friends until they were caught.

"Uh–with my mom. She lives in California, I was visiting for the summer. She doesn't really have anyone else, so I promised her I'd stay for another month."

"California is a lot different from Forks," he chuckled. "Do you like it there? The sun and the heat?"

"Not really, if I'm being honest," it sounded like a lame response, but it was true, "The sun is nice until it's beating on you in 102 degree weather. It's pretty nauseating."

Edward let out a genuine laugh to my response, catching me off guard. Even his laugh was gorgeous.

"So what about you? Why Forks?" I questioned.

"Change of scenery, mostly. My mother, she's always wanted to live in a small town. My sister Rosalie isn't too fond of the town herself, she's a lot more uh... flashy than the rest of us," he chuckled. I listened to him intently while also mapping out the features of his perfectly chiseled face. His cheekbones, his lips. So perfect, like a sculpture..

"Yeah, I can definitely see that," I giggled, remembering Rosalie's modelesque entrance into the cafeteria, it was almost as if she was glowing. "And you? How're you liking Forks?"

"I like it. It's quiet. I'm not such a fan of the flare of bustling cities like Rosalie, I'm a lot more... simplistic."

Before I could speak, Mr. Banner comes rushing over to us. "So, seeing the two of you were the first ones to finish... I present the two of you... the golden onion," he says quite dramatically, revealing the onion from the back of him as if he were some cheap magician. We stared at the man, then at each other, fighting a fit of laughter. "Don't fight all at once! C'mon take it!" Banner said sarcastically.

Mr. Banner rolled his eyes, placing the golden onion on our lab table in front of us.

"I think you should have the honors," I giggled, moving the onion towards Edward.

"Nope, it's only fair you have it, you did most of the slides anyways," he smiled, trying to contain his laughter. My god, he was fucking gorgeous.

"Consider it as a gift, a warm welcome gift to Forks," I joked back.

"No, I insist," he chuckled. "See it as an apology gift. For how I acted when we first met." So I didn't imagine it.

That's when I had relinquished, placing the onion in my bag with possibly the biggest smile on my face.

After class, I expected Edward and I to part ways as I told him goodbye. But he stayed by my side, which resulted in awfully embarrassed, reddened-face Mike when he tried to rush to my side after the bell rang.

Walking out of class with him, for the first time I'd felt the comfortable silence as I strode beside one another through the halls.

"Did you get contacts?" I blurted out, stopping in my tracks. I didn't know exactly why I asked, I didn't really think much about it until now. I could've sworn from the first glance that his eyes were a flat black color or maybe my mind had altered it to match his dark attitude at the time. But now, as I studied his features, they were much brighter, a completely different shade from before. It was almost as if they were golden.

He offered me a puzzled look on his face before responding with a blank, "No."

I continued on, "Your eyes were like this dark dark brown before, but now they're this golden topaz color, I don't think I've ever seen eyes that color before."

He shrugged off my response, shifting to a similar demeanor from the time that I had first met him. He muttered, "I'll see you tomorrow." Then he was off, hands clenched into fists, clearly frustrated about something.

next chapter

a/n: this is going super slow rn but i'm trying to add a mixture of both the book and the movie that r my fav and also some of my own stuff of course! i'm trying to refrain from copying and pasting straight from the script and book, but some of lines are a MUSTTT. i always thought it was super lame that bella hated the cold so much. i'm from california and i absolutely hate the heat 3 this is also unedited again i apologize, so if the pov's are messed up that's why... hehe the next chapter is one of my fav scenes WHEN HE SAVESSS HERRRR !!

#violent delights #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you #edward cullen fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #twilight #twilight rewrite #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #violent delights fanfiction #violent delights fanfic

[bird-inacage]

LOVE IN THE AIR | Sky x Prapai Fanfiction

An Admission of Surrender

Summary: Here it is. I’m giving you all the power to hurt me. But you won’t hurt me, will you? Maybe that’s partially the reason he held onto those words for so long, because they are the final vestiges of safety he has remaining, before he’s completely given himself over, before he’s whole-heartedly and willingly surrendered himself up to be hurt all over again.

Details: Canon, based on TV series knowledge up to Ep11. No novel influence.

A/N: *NOW AVAILABLE ON MY AO3 ACCOUNT HERE* I will be continuing the post fics there. (I’d like to dedicate this to @shipsaremylifesource, @prapaiwife, @fortpeat and @moonchildridden, who have been the absolute most darling supporters, and just overall awesome, hysterical mutuals to be sharing the delirium of this pairing with. To my fellow members of the Insane & Deranged Prapaisky Victim Support Group/Comrade- in-Arms/Family).

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“Aren’t you going to say it back to me?”

Sky startles, notices the slight quirk in Prapai’s brow which is laced more with bemusement rather than any serious concern, before it dawns on him that he’s been silent for more than a few minutes. His heart feels skittish in his chest, so he dodges Prapai’s eyeline in an attempt to calm the tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach.

Prapai’s fingers are lightly massaging Sky’s hand. He waits a beat before nudging, “Did you hear what I said?”

He knows Sky heard what he said. He’s teasing. As per usual.

The first time Prapai said it, had been nearly a fortnight ago. Sky had proposed to bake a cake for his family dinner that week. He never liked to show up empty-handed, and though it was never anything fancy, Plerng and Phan had been all too keen (if not overly, slightly suspiciously so) on receipt of everything he had brought with him so far. He still hadn’t decided if the siblings were simply humouring him or there was some other joke at play that he was not privy to. Prapai had insisted on helping once Sky had made the suggestion. And as a matter of fact, he had been attempting to teach Prapai how to cook as of late.

As a responsible boyfriend, Sky felt it was only right to equip Prapai with a basic means of survival, which meant venturing beyond simply frying an egg or boiling a bowl of ramen without assistance. Prapai would just cheekily retort that he had Sky didn’t he? Sky was fully aware that Prapai was unlikely to ever be in a position where he would go hungry, with significant wealth to rest on eating out for the rest of his life, but still... It had been to Sky’s immense surprise, that the request had come from the man himself.

The downside unfortunately was that the kitchen always became a war zone when collaborative cuisine was attempted, despite Sky’s futile efforts to maintain order. He blamed Prapai, obviously, as his namesake came with a tornado-like aftermath as far as cooking was concerned. Whilst Sky had dubiously handed Prapai over the task of piping cream, a healthy smattering had somehow ended up on his face. Smiling, Sky had taken a kitchen towel to Prapai’s cheek, wishing he had seen for himself how cute Prapai must have been as a kid. All lop-sided, impish grins most probably. He could only entertain his imagination, based on the baby pictures Prapai’s mother had all too enthusiastically presented to Sky on his first visit.

It was only after a minute or two that Sky realised Prapai had been uncharacteristically quiet, and was about to chide him for not listening, when he turned to find Prapai watching him in a bit of a daze, clearly having done so for quite a while.

Sky felt that now familiar and sudden rush of heat to his chest whenever Prapai caught him off guard like that. Sky immediately swiped a hand across his cheek, “Do I have something on my face?”

Prapai had continued looking at him, eyes all soft and wandering and noticeably vacant as his gaze did an excruciatingly slow once-over across Sky’s face before finding his eyes.

Sky had shifted restlessly in his seat and instead turned towards the ingredients spread across the table, deflecting in an attempt to save himself from possible humiliation. “I can’t decide whether we should go for a berry jam or maybe something less sweet like a lemon curd? What do you think? Your Mom has less of a sweet tooth, so perhaps we could even do a bit of each?”

“I love you.”

Just like that.

It took Sky a moment - a few moments before he fully registered what Prapai had said. But to his astonishment, he hadn’t felt the cold fever of panic seize him in its grasp like it used to. Something had fluttered in his stomach, a nervousness of an altogether different kind.

As much as his mind had been going into overdrive, he would never doubt Prapai’s honesty. The man was a notoriously bad liar anyway. The reason Sky was dumbstruck was not the fact that Prapai was in love with him. He'd known that for a while now. But why Prapai had chosen to say it then, when Sky was certain he was powdered in billows of flour, hair still a bit mussed from their lie-in this morning, and fashioned in an old t-shirt and apron he’d thrown on as it had been laundry day.

Sky’s apparent flustering only made the grin on Prapai’s face even wider. But to the other man’s credit, he had not dwelled on the sudden declaration, which made Sky wonder if he had heard it at all. As if to test that theory, Prapai had proceeded to say it a few more times since, each delivered at an exceptionally mundane moment where Sky had not been anticipating it at all, and every time had without fail proceeded to send Sky into a small meltdown. Sky was beginning to suspect that Prapai was purposely trying to get that reaction from him, for it seemed to delight him no end.

“You’re ignoring me again.”

Prapai tugs the hand he has hostage up to his lips and presses against the raised line where Sky cut himself with a scalpel last week. The knot in Sky’s chest soothes a fraction.

Sky’s gaze quickly sweeps across the far end of the room, to the clock sitting on the dresser. “Don’t you have a meeting this morning?”

The attempt to change topic doesn’t elude Prapai, who now knows him far too well for comfort. Prapai rolls his eyes, which Sky immediately catches. He’s definitely rubbing off on the other man, and he doesn’t like it one bit when that attitude is directed at himself. Undeterred and still punchably smug, Prapai closes the distance between them by another inch or two. His eyes are bright, an ever present hint of mischief there, “I said I love you.”

And the confession bellies Sky once again. The utter sincerity of it. How Prapai manages to say this so easily, as if he were commenting on the weather or what he ate for dinner the night before, baffles Sky. It isn’t that Sky doubts his conviction. Not in the slightest. But mostly Sky’s brain is still stuck at The Why? The Why that has been festering in his gut ever since it dawned on him that Prapai wasn’t going anywhere. The Why every time Prapai stares into his eyes like there’s nothing else that exists on this earth but him alone. The Why when Sky considers that Prapai has the means to pick anyone he wants and for some demented reason (possibly due to some serious cognitive defect), has chosen him.

He doesn’t realise he’s said it out loud until he notices Prapai’s nose scrunch up slightly in that annoyingly endearing way.

“You’re asking me why I love you?” There’s an edge of admonishment in Prapai’s tone, like he’s genuinely a bit upset by the implication but quickly returns to his usual lilt of amusement, which grates because it usually means Prapai is about to make fun at his expense. “You want me to list all the reasons? Because I can if you want.”

Sky rolls onto his back and huffs.

Prapai simply follows, looming over him and takes a moment to search his face, before a smile tugs at the sides of his mouth, “I love how easily you get wound up and the way you tell me off. Because you’re usually right and I usually deserve it.” Sky shoots him a ‘oh you don’t say?’ face. “I love the really focused expression you get when you’re concentrating really hard. You’re always so engrossed in what you’re doing, you forget everything around you.” Prapai stares pointedly at Sky’s injured finger. “Sometimes even me,” which is delivered with an added pout.

“I love it when you get that ‘deer caught in highlights’ look in your eyes. Like you’re suddenly a kid again, lost and helpless and desperately searching for something - or someone”, which earns a small scoff. “It always reminds me of the night I first met you. I love the way you sneak glances at me when you think I’m not looking. It’s very sweet. It’s incredibly adorable actually. Haven’t I told you that you’re more than welcome to openly gawk at your stud of a boyfriend all you want? Why be so shy about it?”

Sky’s skin bristles with embarrassment, the telltale heat of a blush rising up his neck, and he flings a hand in Prapai’s general direction to try and halt the onslaught, “Stop.”

He hates how lovely it is when Prapai says things like this, and without any degree of hesitation. Hates how much it makes him squirm because it’s cheesy and sappy, and so bloody sentimental. But mostly he hates how much he likes it.

“I love how wickedly smart and quick you are. I love the dynamic you have with your friends, and watching you bicker with Rain. It’s welcome entertainment for both me and Payu actually. I love it when you take control, it’s extremely sexy. I love everything you cook...”

Sky’s eyes begin frantically searching around him, desperately wishing he had a dictionary or something substantially heavy within arm’s reach that he could use right now to knock his boyfriend out.

“I especially love the way you moan my name when you c—”

Sky’s eyes widen and he uses both hands to give Prapai a firm shove in the chest, “You have no shame!”

Prapai buries his face into Sky’s neck, hair fluffing in disarray as he laughs heartily into Sky’s collarbone, “Joke’s on you, you’re the one who fell for this shameless asshole”. The sound goes straight to Sky’s heart and he feels momentarily dazed, like he’s the one whose been clubbed on the back of the skull. Prapai re-emerges, rising only the few inches necessary to allow him to talk unheeded, but his weight atop Sky’s has them both breathing a little heavier than usual.

“I don’t know how else to explain it to you. I just love you. I love you fiercely, madly.” Prapai’s face is surprisingly earnest all of a sudden as he lightly combs Sky’s bangs away from his face, “You have absolutely no idea just how much.”

Sky feels himself go loose and pliant like he always does when Prapai stares at him like that, like he’s delving into the depths of Sky’s very soul and seeing him laid completely bare. His eyes dart between Prapai’s eyes and lips, lulled by the comforting thud thud of Prapai’s heartbeat. His hand is drawn to sit there, right in the centre of Prapai’s chest, where he can feel the steady thrum beneath his fingers. Warm, comforting and so very alive. Something in Prapai’s eyes turn molten, the thinly veiled desire behind them drawing Sky further and further away.

A shrill ring cuts through the fog like a knife, dousing them both alert, and Prapai let’s out a low groan. No doubt his secretary calling to chase. They both eye each other for another moment longingly before it is eventually Prapai who makes a move, swiftly planting a kiss on Sky’s forehead before plucking himself out of their shared embrace.

Sky registers the pang he feels at the loss of contact, the empty space that Prapai vacates in the very air around him. He sits up, perching his chin on his knees to watch Prapai fish for a clean shirt. Sky unconsciously dips his nose against the sleeves of the top he’s currently wearing - one of Prapai’s long-sleeved whites - and lightly inhales. It smells of Prapai of course, which eases the ache in Sky’s chest slightly. It’s why he began wearing Prapai’s clothes in the first place, because it’s comforting to feel close to him in this small way. But also he just likes how Prapai’s eyes twinkle when he notices Sky wearing his clothes, and how that makes him tingle all over.

He continues to follow Prapai’s movements, making no attempt to avert his eyes as he watches the rippled muscles along his boyfriend’s back disappear beneath cotton.

“You have a workshop this evening don’t you? I’ll drive by and pick you up afterwards. We can grab something to eat together—” Prapai stills when he meets Sky’s gaze, and his eyes go instantly soft. He offers a warning tut, “don’t do that.”

Sky is aware that he’s becoming increasingly reliant on Prapai, and that growing realisation is starting to seriously hurt his pride. So accustomed he was to being independent, he now feels handicapped by that fact. He distinctly remembers the first business trip Prapai had taken once they’d started dating, and the uneasiness that prospect had stirred within him at the thought of being left behind. Prapai’s eyes had been immediately apologetic when he told him the news, hand smoothing across Sky’s cheek in an attempt to soothe, “The shortest I could bargain for was three days.”

Sky had been mortified by just how humiliatingly needy he must seem for making Prapai feel bad for doing his job. He hated the idea of being the classic, desperate, clingy boyfriend, and so he’d plastered on the best carefree smile he could manage, “Seriously, three days is nothing. As if I haven’t spent a short lifetime living alone before I met you. You should be prioritising your work or your Dad will have a go at you again. Go for as long as you need to.”

Prapai had looked at him in a way that meant Sky had not convinced him in the slightest. “I’ll call every day okay? Multiple times a day. I promise.” He had then proceeded to kiss Sky all over, and nuzzle sulkily into his neck like a small, dejected animal. The irony was not lost on Sky that Prapai appeared to have taken it much worse than he did. Though he had to eventually admit that those three days had proved to be much, much harder than Sky had initially anticipated, and as soon as Prapai had returned, he didn’t detach himself from Sky’s side for a solid week.

That little knot of worry which persistently forms in his gut every time Prapai has to leave him (even briefly), is something he recognises akin to abandonment, which he knows is silly, ridiculous even, —paranoid definitely. He’ll be back Sky.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“You stop that, now.”

Sky blinks from his spiralling reverie, “Stop what?”

“That.”

Sky nibbles into his bottom lip, “What?”

Prapai leans down and levels his gaze, something disapproving flickering across his face, “That thing you do with your eyes. I can read each and every thought in your head.” Prapai’s hand reaches out to stroke the back of Sky’s head gently as he lowers his voice. “I’m not going anywhere, remember?”

Somehow Prapai knows. He always knows.

His phone rings again, incessant and demanding, and Sky can only imagine the exasperation on his poor secretary’s face. The same expression she’d made when she had walked in on them kissing across Prapai’s desk, which Sky can safely say was wholly Prapai’s fault. It had been his idea to drag Sky along to his office, and Sky should have known better that he was not going to behave, even when in a professional setting.

Prapai hisses audibly, eyebrows raised in displeasure, which Sky responds with a wry smile, “Go.”

Prapai never expects anything from Sky. He may tease, but he'll never truly push which Sky is endlessly grateful for. He’s all too happy to offer up his heart and serve it on a platter even if Sky doesn’t ask for it. The fact that Sky has not said it back to him yet has not appeared to phase him in the slightest. And that’s the part that makes Sky feel increasingly guilty. Prapai soothes and coaxes all his jagged concerns away without expecting anything in return, and is surprisingly patient even when Sky is unable to match his pace. Worse yet, the man seems perfectly content with that, and Sky knows he has ample reason not to be.

He wants to be able to do more. Give more. But Sky is self-aware enough to recognise that he’s still a bit broken, and though he may want to, his anxieties haven’t allowed it.

It’s whilst Prapai is collecting up his scattered belongings from around the bedroom, that an urge bubbles up inside Sky like a shapeless thing that begs to be released. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about those words. Thanks to Prapai, they’ve rolled around in his head an awful lot recently, but he hasn’t been able to find a means to command their influence.

Something twisted in Sky’s gut says; what if he walks out that door and something were to happen to him and you regret not saying it? What if something were to happen to you, and you regret that he never heard it? He’s not sure exactly what type of unhealthy scenarios his mind is conjuring up to terrorise him, but the fear is all too real. Sky is no stranger to the creeping suspicion that this is all far too good to be true, and he’ll wake up soon or Prapai will come to his senses. After everything Prapai has done for him, he deserves more. Sky wants Prapai to know that he cares about him and appreciates him just as much.

As Prapai locates his jacket and car keys, he shoots Sky another one of his reluctant-to-leave-you smiles as he finally retreats towards the door, clearly dragging his heels. “Get some more sleep okay? I’ll call you later.”

Sky knows he’s exceptionally partial to sentimentality whenever Prapai has to leave, and his anxieties converge on him to act without thinking. Sky stares at that handsome, warm, loving face and feels himself overcome with affection.

It takes him a moment before he realises the three words have slipped out without prompt. Quiet. Tentative, and quite frankly a bit fumbled. As if he had only been planning to test drive the words on his tongue. Not at all as assured in tone as the same three words Prapai said to him only moments ago. Something in Sky panics, feels frantic all of a sudden. He tries to reassure himself that this is the least that Prapai deserves, to hear Sky say it back and more importantly, Sky wants to. But as much as Sky hates to admit it, it’s not so much an admission as much as a plea.

Here it is. I’m giving you all the power to hurt me. But you won’t hurt me, will you? Sky already knows the answer to that question, but it still crosses his mind like a bad omen. Maybe that’s partially the reason he held onto those words for so long, because they are the final vestiges of safety he has remaining before he’s completely given himself over, before he’s whole-heartedly and willingly surrendered himself up to be hurt all over again (despite everything he’s been through and suffered, despite his deepest, darkest fears)... After this, Prapai will well and truly have everything he possibly has to give.

He just wishes he had sounded more confident when he did eventually say it. Now he’s worrying himself stupid that it may have come across uncertain or questioning, and the last thing he wants is for Prapai to think he’s doubtful about his feelings.

Sky spots Prapai’s hand clenched round the door frame, where he had swiftly stopped himself mid-exit. Sky immediately flushes, diving back into the duvet, suddenly acutely aware of what he’s possibly done, and the havoc he may have just caused.

“You should go now, you’re already late—”

The keys in Prapai’s pocket jingle as he takes three long strides back towards the bed. Prapai’s breath is hot against his face as he presses Sky bodily back into the sheets, but not before he gathers him absolutely flush against him, and kisses him desperately on the mouth. Sky’s coherence spreads paper thin as Prapai’s hand skirts beneath the fabric of his top and along his spine to pin him closer, whilst the other tilts his jaw up to meet his eagerly. Sky’s hands curl into the fabric of Prapai’s shirt, fingers occasionally wandering into the hair on the back of Prapai’s neck, as he allows the man to completely engulf him.

When Prapai releases him momentarily, his freshly laundered shirt is a crumpled mess beyond salvation. His smile is positively beaming - everything will be alright - that boyish charm creeping in which always makes Prapai look instantly younger and sweeter than usual.

“You really—”, and it irks Sky that it takes another attempt before he’s able to find his voice again, “You really have to go now—”

“Nnn mmn, one more,” before Prapai angles in to kiss him again, and the jackass takes his sweet time. Languid and probing, it sets Sky alight. They break apart briefly to breathe before Prapai impatiently leans into him again because he’s full of shit, and once is never just once.

Sky feels scattered and light-headed when Prapai draws back just enough to allow himself access to Sky’s throat, voice slightly husky against his pulse. “Say it again. Please.”

“I jsst—”

Sky vaguely considers if Prapai may be attempting murder if he doesn’t comply, because he’s struggling to draw air or even formulate one complete thought whilst Prapai continues to assault his lips. If they don’t stop soon, there’s not a chance in hell that Prapai’s going to make that meeting or work at all.

“Again,” Prapai demands but his eyes are achingly tender.

Sky is once again winded by the sheer elation in that gaze, that he cannot possibly bring himself to deny him. So he musters his courage, takes Prapai’s face in both hands, and despite the blush he can feel colouring his cheeks, he meets those eyes evenly and steels against the sheer pounding of his own heart.

“I love you.”

There. Better.

Something in Sky seems to fall into place then. Because all the fear and worry falls away and all that’s left is him.

Prapai’s eyes are brimming with reverence, pride and adoration.

“My Sky.”

The endearment would usually make him inwardly wince with embarrassment, because if there’s something Prapai has an innate talent for, is saying the most corny, toe-curling declarations of love without so much as batting an eyelid. But right now, Sky can’t resist that all encompassing love wring him utterly boneless, weightless, senseless...

You’re mine, it says, and Sky couldn’t be happier at the declaration.

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I hope whoever has the patience to read this, does enjoy!

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #LITA fanfiction #love in the air fanfiction #bird-inacage pens a fic #prapaisky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #canon-compliant #tv canon only - no novel knowledge #let me know what you think guys #this is a long 'un #ive already got a possible second part loosely written #prapaisky fanfiction

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𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ... 1/3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . you weather the strained state of your relationship with steve by indulging in a little distraction in the form of eddie munson (spoiler: it only make matters worse)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . two / three

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, minimal dirty talk

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . i abhor cheating irl, but i had this idea and thought i would indulge a little bit--also very rusty at writing explicit content, so be gentle--like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 really considered yourself the jealous type. In fact, before Steve, you had always prided yourself on your lack of insecurity when it came to the people you dated. You never second guessed yourself when it came to them, having this ability to find a sense of confidence within yourself instead of seeking that validation from another. To you, if there was any sense of wandering eyes from your significant other you chalked it up to a them problem instead of a you problem.

But that was before Steve, after Steve was turning out to be a whole different ball game.

Right from the start, things had been different with Steve. Interdimensional worlds and girls with telekinetic powers aside, you had always felt there was more at stake with your relationship with Steve than with others; and maybe that was because you had fallen so hard from him so quickly despite originally being his wingman. You had gone into things with no expectations, just wanting to help a heartbroken guy get back with the girl of his dreams and then next thing you know you’re dancing with him outside the middle school’s annual snow ball, telling him you can’t be his girlfriend because he was still hung up on his ex.

And maybe that’s where the problem lies–you were never truly convinced that Steve Harrington was completely over Nancy Wheeler. Who could blame him? She was beautiful, smart and brave, and sure maybe you were those things too–Steve had told you plenty of times that you were–but you didn’t share the same history that he did with Nancy. She was his first love, the girl he changed for, the one he imagined a future with with six little nuggets. You had seen the way he looked at her in the RV when he spoke of what he wanted for the future, of family trips, with a beautiful wife and lots of kids. He had never been so candid like that with you, making you fear that when he looked to the future, it was Nancy instead of you that he imagined sharing those moments with.

How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that? You thought bitterly as you exhaled a cloud of smoke.

You leaned your head back, looking up at the ceiling of Eddie’s new place–a temporary housing solution his uncle worked out so Eddie didn’t have to stay at the shelter with him. It wasn’t safe after all–very few in Hawkins had been convinced that the metalhead had nothing to do with the murders or the approaching hellscape of the Upside Down; and even though there was bigger fish to fry, there were a few individuals who had taken it upon themselves to try and hunt Eddie down to distribute their own definition of justice.

Which led to now–him hiding away in your mom’s converted garage after little convincing on yours and Wayne’s part. Thankfully, your mom was pretty cool and familiar enough with Wayne to trust him when he said his nephew was innocent. Not the kind to judge someone by their appearance, your mom had been happy to help though a little reluctant due to the risks that came with harboring a wanted person. She had you after all to worry about.

Still, Eddie was there in your mother’s garage and ever since he had moved to such a close proximity to you–literally annexed down the hall from your bedroom–you had made a habit of joining him for afternoon smoke sessions. And sometimes those smoke sessions turned into all day affairs–like today–especially during your days off from work and volunteering, and when you were worrying yourself sick about the state of your deteriorating relationship.

You had seen Steve talking to Nancy at the food drive you all had decided to volunteer at yesterday; had seen the way his mouth turned up into a soft smile as she laughed at something he said. Whether it was camaraderie or something deeper, it had left a pit in your stomach that kept eating away at you. And so there was Eddie, sitting right beside you on the secondhand couch your mother had found for free on the side of the road–never mind the mystery stains and the faint smell of peppermint and tobacco that still clung to its upholstery. Eddie had this way of making everything disappear in the moment, making all your worries and problems go away so you could just exist in that moment–with him. Even when he had been recovering from the demobats, connected to all kinds of heavy machinery in the hospital, he had been the one cracking the smiles and jokes, lightening the dark reality of his almost demise.

You admired that quality in him, and as you stared at his side profile on the couch–eyes drawn to the amused curve on his lips as he let out a soft laugh–you realized that wasn’t the only quality you liked about Eddie. If you were being quite honest, the more time you spent with Eddie the more you found out you liked about him; before everything that had happened to bring Eddie into the inner circle of the Upside Down Crew, you hadn’t given the outcast much of a second thought, a part of your past you were beginning to regret. He really was a cool person to be around, and kind and funny and even though there were cracks in the armor of his confidence, he still gave off this “I don’t care what anyone else thinks” kind of attitude that you liked.

And even though they were polar opposites, you could see why Dustin had decided he wanted to look up to guys like Eddie and Steve. Despite being essentially different in many ways, the duo shared many qualities that made them the perfect role models. They were respectful and thoughtful and brave….

And undeniably attractive, you groaned to yourself.

You tore your eyes away from Eddie’s figure, looking at the lit joint in between your index and middle finger. Lifting it to your lips, you took another drag and tried to ward away the inappropriate thoughts of your boyfriend Steve and new friend Eddie. Having such thoughts while in a committed relationship didn’t exactly make you feel like a great person, especially when you were so up in your own emotions about just the speculation of your boyfriend wanting to get back with his ex. As far as you knew, Steve hadn’t acted on those emotions if they did exist and even though he had seemed distant as of late that wasn’t an indicator of guilt on his part.

Still, as far as your heart was concerned, things weren’t looking so good for Steve and you and the possibility of breaking up soon loomed over your head like a heavy rain cloud. Eddie had become a source of comfort for you as of late, your smoke sessions steadily becoming the highlight of your week. It was sad to remember how date nights with Steve had once held that title, but you couldn’t remember the last time you weren’t the one to suggest going out and doing something. You missed the reassurance of your importance in his life, in his routine, but with each day that passed it was becoming less of a stab and more of a sting in your heart.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” The sound of Eddie’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You felt the brush of his arm against yours and looked over, first at the pale skin of his forearm–the ripple of muscle and veins apparent underneath–and then up into the dark brown of his eyes. They were hooded, dark circles underneath from the sleepless nights since the battle with Vecna; you remember hearing the shuffle of Eddie’s feet as he paced right down the hall from your room–wanting to be there for him like he had been for you but not knowing how; not knowing if your heart could take much more vulnerability when it came to Eddie Munson.

So instead, you stayed up with him, listening to the rhythmic padding of his feet against the linoleum flooring laid down in the garage the first summer after your parents divorce and the indiscernible murmurings as he whispered to himself. That’s why you had matching eye bags as you looked at each other, his lips curving into a smirk as a singular dark eyebrow raised, because you couldn’t bear to leave him awake by himself. If you could offer him no words of comfort, then you would bear witness to the familiar presence of his pain and anxiety.

“Huh?” You responded, unable to formulate a proper response as your mind raised a mile a minute with all your observations. How could you possibly explain it all to him in a way that would do your inner turmoil justice?

Eddie began to chuckle, chest rising and shaking in response as he replied, “you are so baked.”

“Am not,” you muttered in mock offense even as your lips curved into a responding smile, beginning to laugh as well.

“Come on,” he snorted, shifting his position so his body was situated towards yours, “it’s me you’re talking to, doll, you don’t have to hide how blazed you are.”

He snatched the joint from your hand, the pads of his calloused fingers brushing against yours as he pulled away. It sent little shocks through the nerves in your arm and straight to the stringy muscles of your heart as it began to beat harder. Letting out a breathless laugh, you pulled your legs up onto the couch, eyes gluing to your bare feet as your arms wrapped around your knees. You were in your pajamas, an oversized shirt you’re pretty sure your mom stole from your dad in the early days of their marriage and in which you had proceeded to steal from her; your bottoms were a pair of shorts you used to wear for PE class back in high school.

Bringing the rolled up paper to his lips, Eddie took a long drag as he kept his eyes on you, even with your head down you could still feel them on you–searching for an answer that you weren’t sure you heard.

What was even going on in my head? You thought hotly, angry at yourself for being so confused–about Steve and Eddie and even yourself. What did I even want at this point?

Did you want to work things out with Steve? Could you even be honest about how you felt about him and your worries about Nancy? Or did you want something–or someone–else?

Sighing, you pick at a loose thread at the hem of the shirt, focusing on that as Eddie exhaled a cloud of smoke and leaned forward to snub out the joint in the overfilled ashtray. Not much else to do, you knew Eddie spent most of his time reading through your old childhood comics and smoking, between DnD planning sessions of course. The guy was determined to get everyone together for a campaign soon, not even the end of the world or everything he had been through recently had dampened his spirit for the game. Maybe it was his way of clinging to some semblance of normal; you knew that you had tried to do the same after your first run in with the Upside Down, which felt more like a distant memory than just a mere two years ago.

It was strange to think you’d had two years with Steve Harrington, your first serious relationship, and that didn’t seem like nearly enough to you.

The thought of that triggered an overflow of tears in your eyes, which threatened to slide down your cheeks until you quickly dashed them away as Eddie leaned back into the couch. It was too late of course, he had seen your futile efforts to stay the brutal tears, and now that he was staring at you it was almost impossible to hold it back.

And so you didn’t.

You let the tears fall as you sniffled, feeling embarrassed as you turned your body away from Eddie, “it’s nothing really, I promise.”

Of course, Eddie wasn’t buying it as he sighed and offered you a small smile, body scooting across the couch until both your legs pressed together and his hand was on your shoulder, pushing back the weight of your hair to reveal the skin of your neck. He was close enough that you felt the brush of each breath he took, causing you to close your eyes and just try to breathe. You didn’t want Eddie seeing you this way and worrying, most of all you didn’t want him to know what was really going on with you. You didn’t want him knowing because it would make everything weird between you too, and right now Eddie was one of the few comforts in your life.

“It’s obviously not nothing, doll,” Eddie added pressure to the muscle at the back of your shoulder, his thumb rubbing in a rhythmic circle. “You know you can tell me anything, so what’s going on?”

You had to resist the urge to lean back into him, pressing your back against his chest and just melting into him. It would be so easy to just forget that you loved Steve for a moment, and embrace for a moment these complicated new feelings for Eddie. You didn’t know if you even liked the guy that way, you just knew that you liked his company and found yourself thinking about him even when he wasn’t there and of course there was his undeniable good looks.

“Eddie…” you sighed, your resolve slowly fading–ready to just give in and spill your guts right there.

“Did something happen with you and Steve?” He asked, pulling his hand away and letting it fall back into his lap.

“No…why would you say that?” You finally looked at him, shaking your head as you wiped away the tears under your eyes.

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure out why a girl could be crying,” he shrugged and then groaned a moment later, rolling his eyes as he rubbed his hands over his face. Your eyes were drawn to his rings and the tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeve. “Sorry, that was probably a shitty thing to say….plenty more you could be crying about other than some boy. I mean, we almost all died there not too long ago didn’t we?”

It only endeared him more to you that he apologized. Drawing a soft laugh out, you settled your body back around to face him, your position mirroring his own as your knees touched his and your hands found refuge in the cradle of your legs. You both sat like that for a moment, silence stretching out between you, heavy with words you didn’t know if you had the courage to say. But maybe he had the right to know, and maybe just maybe he could talk some sense into you if you were to tell him about how you were feeling.

So, you took a deep breath, tearing your eyes away from the loose thread of your shirt once more and back into the concerned expression of Eddie Munson. It made your heart skip a beat–that stare–but you didn’t let it weaken your resolve as you spoke:

“Nothing happened between Steve and I,” you started off with a shake of your, “but that’s the problem. Nothing has happened between Steve and I for a long time. It just sort of feels like we’re both going through the motions of what it means to be together, but there’s nothing really….there.”

It hurt you to say the words out loud, but a part of you felt freed by the admission, especially when you looked at Eddie nodding; he was listening and taking everything in, one of his hands lifting to smooth over the growing stubble on his chin–you’d have to ask later if he wanted you to pick up some shaving supplies later, though you had to admit it looked good on him.

“And,” you continued, “sometimes I’ll see him talking to Nancy, and he’ll get this look on his face–this smile on his lips–and I can’t help but feel that there’s still something there. He hasn’t looked at me like that in forever, if he ever even did….”

You rest your head on the palm of your hand, feeling helplessly lost about to feel, and the silence that hung in the air afterwards only caused your anxieties to rise.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Instead of waiting for him to tell you how crazy you were being, you continued like the floodgates of your brain had finally been opened and there was no going back now: “I know it’s probably stupid of me to worry because chances are I’m just overthinking–being paranoid ya know? I mean, of course Steve loves me and….and I love him right?”

Posed as a question not necessarily to Eddie but to yourself, you didn’t give him a chance to reply even as he opened his mouth.

“Things change all the time. It doesn’t have to mean he still loves her, or that I….that I….”

You couldn’t finish the thought, because it would mean voicing into existence the possibility of you and Eddie. And you weren’t sure you were ready for anything to change between you and him. There was comfort in these moments you shared, and the fear of losing that safe space was too great a risk.

“That you what?” Eddie leaned forward, urging you with his eyes and then his touch; he reached out and took your hand, pressing his thumb lightly to the back of it. “Come on doll….don’t leave me hanging.”

You wanted nothing more than to hold his hand back, but even that felt like a betrayal to Steve so you just let it hang there limply between you as you contemplate your next move. On the one hand, if you kept these feelings to yourself then nothing had to change; you and Steve could work everything out, and Eddie and you could continue on with your smoke sessions and being just friends. But on the other hand, what if you were missing out on something? If you and Steve broke up, there might be a chance–even if slim–for something more than friendship with Eddie.

You wanted to be with Steve, you loved Steve, but there was a part of you that couldn’t deny that there was something in there for Eddie too.

“Eddie….” you sighed, trying to pull your hand away but he held on, bringing his free hand in to join the other one. He drew patterns on the skin of your hand, a look of patience and understanding on his face–he was willing to wait, no matter how long it took you to get the words out.

Another endearing quality of his….

There’s something to lose either way, you thought to yourself, so fuck it.

“Eddie, I….I love Steve,” you forced the words out, not willing to let yourself second guess this decision anymore. “Until a couple of months ago, I thought I’d probably end up marrying him and all that romantic shit–a part of me still wants that, I won’t lie. But, there’s another part of me that figures what’s the point? It’s so obvious that he’s not over Nancy, and maybe he never was, and I’m just trying to prevent the inevitable. And, why shouldn’t he go be happy with her, and have this brood of children….like do I even want kids?”

You were babbling now and a part of you wanted Eddie to stop, but he didn’t, just stared at you with that same thoughtful expression as his tongue poked out and wetted his lips.

“And why shouldn’t I be able to be happy and be just as loved? What if I miss out on something because I’m too afraid to let Steve go? And he’s too much of a good guy to do it himself….”

You stop, taking in a deep shuddering breath as you let the gravity of your words sink in, feeling new tears fall down your cheek as you shakily laugh.

“God, it tears me apart to think about not being with him but….”

“But what?” Eddie pressed when you didn’t continue right away–he was leaning closer, both your hands in each of his own now. You could feel the press of the rings into your flesh, leaving faded indents with each shift of his grip as he rubbed your hands.

“But maybe it hurts just as much to think about not taking a chance with you.”

The revelation was like its own entity, a third wheel hanging between the two of you as the realization of what you meant settled over Eddie. You saw the moment it crossed his mind what you were settling on, his expression going from slightly confused to surprised, eyebrows lifting as he looked at you, head tilting in an unspoken need for confirmation.

“Fuck,” you groan, pulling your hands away so you could wipe away tears and run your hands through your hair. “I like you okay? And that makes me feel simultaneously giddy and shitty.”

His momentary silence was enough to activate your flight response; were it not for him reclaiming your hands as soon as you were done fidgeting, you might just have done so but he held you gently as he tried to formulate his response. You had nothing left in you, having just spilled your guts about feelings for someone who wasn’t your boyfriend.

God, you felt like a terrible person, you should’ve just talked to Steve-

“Can I kiss you?” The question threw you out of your own thoughts and back into the room with Eddie, who was looking at you with a set expression on his face–there was nothing soft or amused about it, he was dead serious.

You hesitated–of course you did. Here the guy that you had feelings for and who wasn’t your boyfriend was asking if he could kiss you. You mentally added asks for consent to your ever growing list of things you liked–loved–about Eddie Munson. After what felt like forever, you found yourself nodding your head, unable to make the word come out of your mouth–that would only ground this moment more into reality.

“I need a yes from you,” Eddie hummed, his hands moving up your arm, leaving a path of gooseflesh in their wake. He stroked the skin of your upper arm, resting there as he waited for your next move–the ball now in your court.

He wanted this to be reality, needed it to be, you realized. The feeling of being needed sparked something in you and you found yourself nodding again as your lips parted:

“Yes, Eddie–you can kiss me.”

That’s all it took–those six words–and Eddie was leaning in. He didn’t kiss you at first, instead allowing one of his hands to cup your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb traced the apple of the bone. His eyes were wide open to your half lid, watching the expression on your face for any change as he slowly leaned and pressed your lips together.

It was just a small peck, a few seconds of contact, before he was pulling back and assessing your reaction. At first, you didn’t know how to feel, aside from a barely concealed devastation at the reality of what you had just done–kissed another guy, someone who wasn’t Steve. It scared you how quickly that guilt faded into the back of your mind however as you soon were following Eddie and pressing your lips together again, eyes threatening to drift closed. But you wanted to see him, wanted to see his reaction.

Your hands found his collarbones, hanging onto the shallow indents there gently as you moved your lips together, pulling back barely only to press another kiss to his soft lips. It went on like that for what felt like forever, just the two of you sharing kisses, and all the while Eddie’s eyes never left yours. He looked surprised at first, and then amazed, and then something else entered his eyes–something akin to the ache that was building in your stomach.

The kiss deepened and your eyes closed as Eddie’s hands came up to rest on your lower back, your shirt riding up over your knees and revealing your shorts. You felt your body being pulled closer until you were halfway on his lap, thighs parting to rest on either side of him as you returned his enthusiasm. All thoughts of Steve were extinguished from your mind as you let yourself fall into that moment completely with Eddie.

He let you set the pace, deciding when to speed up and slow down, hands straying no higher or lower than the middle of your back. You could feel the tease of his fingers at the clasp of your bra, but there was no hint of pressure in the curiosity of his touch.

Soon enough, you parted reluctantly with one last soft peck. You nodded your permission as Eddie’s hands stopped at the hem of your shirt, and he slid them under and slowly up without further hesitation. His fingers played with the skin under your bra, pulling the lacy fabric from your skin only to let it snap back in place as he looked at you with hooded eyes. His fingers rubbed away the slight sting as you sat there together, contemplating your next move.

“We don’t have to-” “I-”

You both stopped as the other began to speak, mirroring the other’s smile as you both let out an awkward laugh. The moment was short lived though as Eddie grew serious, eyes filled with lust and intention as he continued:

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can stop and go back to smoking or-or call it a night if you want. But honestly, I’d really fucking like to go down on you.”

Your mouth gaped open in shock. Eddie’s expression didn’t change, still serious and intent on your face, reading your reaction carefully as he shifted you further onto his lap. It was then that you felt it–the proof of his desire for you, the beginnings of his hardening cock, becoming an outline in the denim of his jeans and brushing against the inside of your thigh. Your pussy clenched at his admission, seeking relief against his bulge, as you shifted in his lap. Arms coming up around his neck, you leaned in for another kiss, unable to articulate how much his request had turned you on.

Pulling away too soon for your liking, Eddie chuckled and rubbed their noses together.

“That your way of giving me the greenlight to eat you out?”

You shoved your face into his neck, blush rising in your face as you tried not to laugh. Eddie’s hands pressed you closer as he waited for you to speak, fingers curving around to mold against the cage of your ribs, feeling out a path to the rippling plains of your stomach. He was patient, kissing and nuzzling the side your face, nipping at the lobe of your ear as he hummed the familiar cords of Kiss’s “Heaven’s On Fire.” You could practically feel the itch of his hips as they slightly lifted up into you before retreating, the hesitation and stutter of them drove you crazy as you tried to make up your mind. After this, there was no going back….

“Yes,” you finally spoke breathlessly, nodding in confirmation as you shifted restlessly in his lap, eager to proceed as you kissed him. Pulling back, you spoke again, “I want….”

There was no way the filthy things in your head could be given justice through the art of speaking, so instead you spoke through action. And Eddie seemed to be on the same page, because he didn’t say anything either as he returned your hungry kisses. Hands slipping from your hips to your ass, he gently tipped you back, thighs supporting the backs of your legs as he laid you down on the couch. Still kissing you, he hovered above, hands pulling your hips up as he settled between your legs. Lips parting, you felt his tongue slide begin to explore your mouth, your hand finding purchase in his curls as you returned the favor.

Moaning, he pulled back to look at you, face flushed and breath becoming uneven as he allowed himself to smirk at your disheveled appearance. Reaching for his shirt, he pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it on the floor and letting you admire his artwork. Your hands reached up to trace the tattoos on his chest and stomach, fingers unknowingly grazing against one of his nipples. Moaning softly, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. You gazed at him in barely contained wonder before you leaned up and kissed his chest, fingers stroking the skin of his stomach–the barely faded scars left by the demobats–as your lips paid homage to the nipple you had touched. You switched to the other one, giving it a quick nip as you stared up at him, watching his every facial expression.

He groaned, hand finding your hair and pulling your head back as he cracked open his eyes, lips parting as his tongue came out and wet his lips.

“Oh, you’re definitely trouble….”

Pressing you back into the cushions of the couch, head resting against the arm, Eddie pressed one last kiss on your lips before turning his attention to the task at hand. While he paid attention to the column of your neck and the exposed skin of your chest, his hands wandered; they pushed up your shirt, exposing the plain of your stomach, fingers dancing across the freckled canvas, curving around your hips in a soft grip. He moved you how he needed you, shifting your hips up enough so he could place a pillow underneath them. It made you blush as you nervously watched him work his magic, mouth finally finding your stomach as his hands teased the fabric on either side of your hips.

Your shorts went first, dragging down your legs and past your feet, they joined Eddie’s shirt on the floor and a moment later he had your underwear between his teeth. The devilish look in his eyes as he stared up your body and into your eyes nearly had your heart out of its cavity. He pulled the fabric back slightly, only to release it so it smacked against your skin. You let out a shocked gasp, eyes widening as you watched him chuckle and lean back in, fingers smoothing over the mound of your clothed pussy just barely as he pressed an open mouth kiss on you through the panties. The unexpected sensation of him nuzzling at you through the barrier sent shockwaves into your core, increasing your arousal as you let out another helpless gasp. You felt his lips ghost over your clit as his fingers parted your labia through the damp garment. He kept you there, on the precipice of pleasure, teasing you through your underwear as he explored with his mouth and fingers.

His lips formed a knowing smirk as you groaned in mounting frustration, one hand gripping your hair and the other the back of the couch. Finally he caught the edge of your panties with his teeth once more. This time however, he began to drag them down slowly, nails just barely scratching the skin above each side, helping push the scrap of lace down your hips.

The breath came out of your body in barely contained anticipation, chest rising and falling rhythmically as your eyes never left Eddie’s. You ignored the embarrassment of having such an intimate part of yourself exposed as your fingers combed through your hair, that and the hand gripping the couch were the only thing stopping you from grabbing his hair and guiding him to where you needed him. You could be patient, and good–

For now.

You bent your legs helpfully, lifting them up to make it easier to slide the scrap of clothing off past your feet where it landed on the growing pile. And with that, you laid there on the couch completely bare to Eddie’s eye. Helping your legs settle back down on the couch, Eddie gripped the calves on either side of him and simply took in your nude form. It made you squirm uneasily, vulnerable and embarrassed and maybe just a tad bit impatient.

“Damn you’re gorgeous,” Eddie smiled this time instead of smirking, a soft curve of his lips as he lowered himself down, shifting his body on the couch so his face was parallel with your lower half. “Can’t believe you’re mine….”

He mumbled the end part into your stomach, hands pushing your shirt up past your bra. Teasing under the cups, he gripped your bare breasts underneath, stroking and pinching your nipples as he pressed kisses to your stomach. His hands didn’t stay long, leaving your breasts nearly escaping your bra as they supported the back of your knees as Eddie mouthed at your thighs. He was liable to leave a mark or two with the way he nipped and sucked at your flesh, devouring you one kiss at a time.

And even though it would only serve as further evidence of your infidelity, right now you just didn’t care. You wanted the sweet sting of the marks, the memory of this moment engrained in your skin–fuck–you wanted Eddie Munson.

Thumb pressing through your wet folds, Eddie bumped and stroked against your clit before pressing harder and staying there. Your mouth hung open in a silent moan of pleasure, your head leaned back as you looked at the ceiling. You could feel him rubbing you in circles, putting the perfect amount of pressure as he spoke to you.

“Bet that feels real good, huh? Like me touching you like this?”

You nodded your head, fingers gripping at the armrest under you as you moved your hips expectantly against his touch. Too bad he seemed to have other ideas, free hand coming down to stall your movement and hold you in place. He tsked, drawing your attention to the pout of his lips as he shook his head disapprovingly.

“Use your words, and please–”

A wicked glint filled his eyes as he quickened his touch, pushing his index and middle finger through your wetness, stroking your hole.

“Don’t be shy. I want all the details.”

Your nails scratched as the couch, leaving it to cover your face as you groaned, thighs attempting to close in on Eddie’s wrist and stop his ministrations. But he didn’t let that stop him, instead using his free hand to push you open and watch his handy work. His fingers teased you, a moment later pushing in as his thumb continued to pay attention to your clit.

“Come on….be a good girl and tell me how it feels.”

Good girl? You groaned internally. God, he’s really going to kill me.

“Fuck Eddie,” you finally forced out, face burning. “It feels….never been this good before. Oh God, please Eddie, I need-”

You had no time to finish as you were cut off by Eddie leaning in and replacing his thumb with his mouth on your clit. The feeling of his tongue stroking your pussy, stroking around his fingers as one slowly made its way inside of you, nearly had you over the edge already. Thankfully, you had some restraint, and reigned yourself in as you let the sensations crash over you in waves. Your eyes closed as slowly rolled your hips into his touch, pushing him deeper inside of you with sigh.

He moaned around your clit, lavishing it with kisses and sucking on it, filling his mouth with your taste as he began to push his second finger in. His tongue teased your entrance, stroking around his fingers as you felt your muscles contract around them in pleasure. Lifting his mouth for a moment, coated with your arousal, he took in the debauchery that was your aroused form. One hand was gripping your left breast, bra pushed up past them still as you pinch and stroked your nipple; the other one itched to grip his hair as you laid it on your stomach, fingers twitching in barely contained desire as you tried to breathe.

“Eddie….”

That was enough for him to dive back in with renewed vigor, paying close attention to your clit as his fingers scissored and stretched you, hooking into that special spot inside that had you curling your toes and crying out. His tongue stroked your folds, seemingly everywhere you needed him all at once as you tried to make sense of what was happening. You couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment however as your precipice drew closer, hips lifting quicker now to chase that end.

“Oh fuck,” your groaned, hand finally finding its home in his thick hair as you tried to guide him to where you needed him most. Your upper body arched as fingers pumped faster, curling just right within you.

Eddie eagerly continued his ministrations, eating you out without mercy as he pushed you towards that climax. He wanted to see you come apart because of him, to know that he had that effect on you. Nipping at your swollen clit, he sucked it into his mouth as he twisted his fingers inside of you just right one last time. Stilling under him, your hips lifted into his face as your mouth opened on a silent scream. All the air in your body left as it tried to process what was happening, Eddie’s fingers still fucking into you–-faster than ever as he pulled his mouth away from you to watch you fall apart. He could feel you tighten around him, clinging to his fingers as you came.

Even when you sucked in a breath finally and shakily let it out, your body relaxing back into the couch as it untensed in your post-orgasmic bliss, Eddie didn’t stop. He only slowed his attentions as he felt you coming down, your pussy relaxing around his fingers as he gently fucked you, thumb pressed against your sensitive clit. Leaning down, he nuzzled through your slickness and pressed one last kiss to you, eliciting a pleasurable whimper from you as he slowly removed his fingers.

Pressing his cheek on your thighs, he laid there for a moment, and you allowed yourself to comb your fingers gently through his hair, eyes glued to the ceiling as you collected yourself. Your free hand fixed your bra and pulled down your shirt, feeling suddenly vulnerable and appreciating the shield no matter how small. Your head was filled with conflicting thoughts–one side reveling in how good Eddie had made you feel, and the other coming to terms with the gravity of what you had just done–

You had cheated on Steve.

And the fucked up part was that you didn’t regret it–at least you didn’t regret it being with Eddie. You knew that this would hurt him though, and that alone left you with the taste of regret in your mouth. You didn’t want to hurt Steve, you still loved him, and some messed up part of you wanted to still fix things–even as the other half of you thought of how much they wanted to do that with Eddie all the time now.

Noticing how quiet and still you had become, Eddie lifted his head, the lower half of his face still slightly wet as he moved himself to hover over you. His look of concern only broke your heart further, because just like you didn’t want to hurt Steve you didn't want to hurt Eddie either, but no matter how you spun the outcomes in your head someone always ended up getting hurt.

“Fuck, I messed this up didn’t I?” His voice was quiet and unsure as he moved away from you, sitting back up fully. He wasn’t looking at you, instead resting his chin on his shoulder as he tried to hide his worry. His hand lifted, the thumb that had just been between your legs resting against his bottom lip, stroking thoughtfully.

“What?” You responded, sitting up quickly. “Of course not!”

You tried to reassure him, reaching out a hand to rest on his bare shoulder, but he didn’t acknowledge your touch or didn’t care as he lost himself in his thoughts. You could practically see the cogs turning inside his head–he thought that you regretted what had just happened.

“Eddie….” your tone softened. “You haven’t messed up anything, I promise. I just-”

“You still love him,” he finished for you, lowering his head as he turned his head to look at you.

You caught his hand as he fell back into his lap, bringing it to your chest as you tried to put the right words together. The look on his face was gut wrenching, seeming so defeated in that moment–you had to fix this.

“I do,” you admitted, “and I’m realizing how fucked up it is that I cheated on him–he doesn’t deserve this.”

You shook your head, ashamed of yourself, but you couldn’t allow Eddie to carry the burden of your choices, or believe himself to be the mistake that you had made.

“But that isn’t your fault,” you continued, “and I want you to know that I do not regret this. What we just did Eddie….that’s not a mistake.”

You let that sink in for a moment before you continued:

“Could it have happened at a better time? Sure, maybe. But I’m glad it happened, and I’m glad you’re here–with me.”

You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, smiling sadly. After a moment of hesitation, you watch as Eddie leans into your touch, a small smile forming on his lips as he lets your words settle between you. Leaning in, you peck his lips, and the pair of you continue to share kisses between you. Eventually though, Eddie pulls away, eyes opening fully as he stares at you thoughtfully.

“I know you got a lot to think about,” he says, eyes ever leaving yours as his hand comes up to cup your chin, “and I just want you to know that I’m willing to wait for you to get your shit together.”

He smirks at you as you let out a broken laugh, leaning your foreheads together as he continues.

“And even though I really….really want you to pick me, I understand if that's not what you want.”

That causes you to blush, shyly gripping the waistband of his jeans as you look away, thumb stroking over the cracked leather of his belt. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he might want you to return the favor so to speak, though now the outline of his cock was gone. Your body was becoming heavy with the need to sleep, but your head was still racing with the decision you had to make. The only thing you knew for sure right now was that you had to tell Steve, this wasn’t something you felt you could keep from him.

A part of you wanted to head over to his house right now and throw yourself at his mercy, but you knew he was likely still hanging out with Robin and either wasn’t home yet or wouldn’t be in the mood to have his night ruined. You could wait until morning–had to wait until morning. You had to get your thoughts in order, really decide what you wanted, and you couldn’t do that if you were just rushing to turn yourself in.

“Could I stay with you tonight?” You found yourself asking. You knew it was probably a selfish and stupid thing to ask, but Eddie was still your friend and you’d appreciate the company right now.

“Of course,” Eddie hummed, kissing the top of your head. “Whatever you need.”

And as you both put yourself to rights–Eddie sneaking off to the bathroom and you pulling your underwear back up your hips–you thought about what it really was you needed. Or more like who it was you needed.

Steve was familiar and your first…well everything. Before him, you’d never given much thought to romantic dalliances–in fact, you had tried your best to avoid them because you’d seen what they had done to your mother both before and after her divorce from your father. The men she picked out had always ended up disappointing her, so you’d had this perception in your mind that that’s all men did. And then Steve walked in your life, all sad and forlorn over a drunken Nancy’s words that night of the infamous Halloween party. He’d asked you if you thought he was bullshit-

And you laughed.

You’d been through a lot together and you really had held hope that there was so much more to come for you two. You hadn’t been lying when you told Eddie you had hoped for marriage and maybe even a couple of kids–maybe not six but you would’ve been willing to compromise maybe at three. Now, after what had just happened between Eddie and you, that future didn’t seem like a possibility anymore.

As you pulled back the blankets on Eddie’s bed and got in, shorts left forgotten by the couch, a part of you still held out hope though that maybe you and Steve could make it through this; that maybe Steve could somehow forgive you, and you both could work on your relationship and become stronger than before. You knew it was unrealistic of you to hope he could be so forgiving–he didn’t owe you forgiveness–but still you let yourself hope.

But even as you laid there hoping, you waited for Eddie to come back, already knowing you wanted to hold him against you and play with his hair until you both fell asleep–something someone in a healthy committed relationship shouldn’t want to do. Still, you did, and the weight of that initial guilt was gone and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be ashamed of what had happened between you and Eddie that night.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the door to the garage opened and Eddie stepped back into the room. His shirt still lay discarded near your shorts, so he stood there in nothing but his unbuttoned jeans, his happy trail disappearing into the forbidden territory of his boxers as you looked on with barely contained interest. He smirked at you, kicking off his shoes one at a time as he made his way over to the bed, stopping to pull off his socks and grabbing at the waistband of his jeans before hesitating–eyes still on you.

“This okay?” He asked, thumbs tucking into the denim, ready to pull down at your okay.

You nodded without hesitation, it was only practical of course–denim was uncomfortable to sleep in–and if you got to see more of his body unclothed that was just a bonus. The thought made you smile as you settled against one of the two pillows Eddie had adorned the bed with, trying to disguise your interest as best you could as Eddie pulled down his jeans and exposed his boxers. He gave you a knowing roll of the eyes before slipping into the other side of the bed, the warm length of his body pressing against yours. You could feel him through the fabric of your t-shirt, and on your exposed thighs, his hands teasing the plains of them as they came up to rest on your hips.

Turning your body towards him, you settled your head on your arm and looked at him, a smile teasing your lips. You watched him lean in, no urge to move back as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. With just that one, he pulled back and hummed, eyes closing as his arms moved to wrap around your waist:

“I know I’m probably not making it easy for you, but I just really wanted to kiss you….”

“....you’re okay,” you finally replied softly, shifting your body so your back was to his chest. “I wanted you to kiss me….”

No response came from Eddie aside from him pressing closer, his warm breath on the back of your neck as he settled in for the night. Your eyes remained open however as you just felt his presence behind you, his legs tangling with yours, his hands teasing the bare skin of your stomach as they slid up your shirt. For only a moment you realize you should've probably slept in your room instead, a better environment to unbiasedly think about the future of either of your relationships with Steve and Eddie.

Because as you laid there in Eddie’s arms for the next few hours, listening to his breathing slow and his soft snores begin, you were unable to stop your heart and thoughts from racing. And as the first rays of light from the morning sun streamed in through the patchwork curtains hours later and you awoke from yet another interrupted few moments of rest, you wished there was a way that you didn’t have to choose between them.

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Sunsets- part 2 of shadows

Well here you go part 2. Wrote this instead of studying for my exam, so please cherish it.

TW: sexual references, Az is kind of an ass, but he’s our ass so it’s fine. If there is anything else that offends or triggers anyone please let me know! Also this one is very long compared to the last. You’ve been warned.

Enjoy!

Part2

5 and a half months later..

“Engaged?! You’re kidding right?”

Nope. No you were not. Turns out the trip to the summer court had a lot more to offer than you expected. It was only a meant to be a month but the high lord of the summer court quickly took a fancy to you. Tarquin had not been shy about his feelings for you, in the first 7 days he admitted that he liked you. Over some cocktails at a beach bar he had taken you to, you both got a bit drunk and suddenly you were all over each other.

The rest had been a world wind of jewellery, dresses and parties. When you finally thought it was time to go back and visit your family he proposed and confessed his love to you. You loved him, you were sure of it. Azriel still lingered in the back of your mind but you came to accept that he would never be yours nor would you ever be his. So that brings you to today. Sitting with tea in the living room of the river house with the back doors wide open bringing in the scents from the blooming garden outside. Feyre and Nesta were the only ones home and had spied you first. The rest had not heard of your arrival yet. Feyre was gob smacked at the news and Nesta looked both shocked and curious. “What made you say yes?” Nesta asked pouring herself another cup of tea. “I love him Ness, and he loves me too. I know it’s seems quick with the wedding only being a month away-“

“A month!” Feyre had finally came out of her shocked trance.

“Y/n I know you love him but you’re really young don’t you want to think about it for a little while? I mean you’ve only known him for a couple of months.”

“What’s there to think about? Feyre I’m going to be high lady of the summer court! I can’t wait to be married to him, just think of the life I’m going to have.” You smiled taking your sisters hand.

“And plus I’m human, I don’t have as long as you guys, time isn’t my friend like it is yours I could die or he could find a mate within the year. I’m really hoping I die before that happens though.”

“But-“ Feyre began again.

“But nothing. It’s happening and that’s final, I didn’t come for your blessings. I came to ask you to be my bridesmaids. All four of you.”

Nesta made a confused face. “Y/n there are 5 of us girls.”

“I know I already asked Mor to be my Maid of honour.” You said casually sipping your tea.

“You did what now?” Nesta stood beginning to pace.

“First you get in a relationship without telling us then you get a tattoo and now you’re not picking me-“

“Us.” Feyre intertwined.

“Right any of us, your sisters! To be your Maid of honour. What did the heat from the summer court fry your brain cells as well.”

You had to admit you had a nice glow about you from the sun. In fact everything about you was different you felt good, stronger somehow. Your hair felt softer, your teeth were whiter and though at first it felt too revealing, you had become accustomed to the summer court fashion which was all small tops and flowing skirts to live with the heat. Since it was summer time at the night court you were wearing an outfit from the summer court today. It was a yellow string bralette with a white flowing skirt and light brown leather sandals. The outfit showed off your recently adorned tattoo, a silly deal you had made with tarquin about coming back and not changing your mind. He wasn’t very trusting and you had your sister to thank for that after the whole book stealing scandal.

The tattoo began at your sternum then stopped just above your belly button it was one large sun at the top and three small stars after it. The black ink actually suited you and made you want to make more silly deals in the future. You hair was braided at both sides with small pearls interlocked in each one which made it look much more prettier.

“I thought it would be to hard to choose out of the three of you and Amren isn’t exactly known for her party planning. Mor is the best for the job and you both know it.” You said giving Nesta a small smile as she slumped back in her chair.

Then a small letter flew into the room right into your lap. It had the summer court symbol printed on the envelope. You smiled knowing exactly who it was from. Being with Tarquin was easy, he was kind and caring and he spoiled you incessantly. Though the marriage was for slight convenience due to the fact that the summer court needed airs and the High Fae were not known to produce easily. It was luck that Rhys and Feyre were able to have Nyx so quickly and other courts have been introducing humans to their lives. Your marriage to Tarquin is not the first human-Faerie marriage. The winter court has had many of them and the high lady and high lord encouraged it, many have since followed in pursuit. Old prejudices were leaving and more and more species were becoming interracial.

“Well open it then.” Nesta said before guzzling the rest of her tea like a brute.

* ( * ( *

My dearest y/n,

I am getting quite desperate to hear of your families reaction to our engagement, and so I would like to invite you all to a party on the day after tomorrow. All the courts will also be present to give their blessing as mandatory. I anticipate your introduction to some of my closes friends, I’m sure they will adore you as much as I do.

Sending all my love

Your high lord of the summer court,Tarquin.

P.S Cassian is excused of his unfortunate incident the last time he visited, however we will be keeping a watchful eye on him.

“What does it say?” Feyre asked the giddiness clear in her voice.

You took a deep breath before you spoke, you were going to be in a room full of high lords and ladies and one of them included your sisters ex lover.

“We’re invited to a party tomorrow, along with all the other courts.” You said before folding up the note. That’s when Nesta snatched it away from you as she muttered “that can’t just be it.” With that she began reading the romantic part of the letter out loud.

“My dearest y/n! I’m sure they will adore you as much as I do! YOUR HIGH LORD!” Nesta practically screamed as you ran around the table to try and pry it off her.

All the while Feyre giggled as you both played a cat and mouse chase around the the living room.

“Give it back!” You said jumping slightly to reach the note Nesta dangled above her head. “Jump y/n! Jump for YOUR high lord!” She laughed as she looked over to Feyre.

That’s when you tripped Nesta up from the back of her leg and grabbed the note as she fell to the floor. “Why jump when you could just fall.” You laughed and turned around to go back to the table, until she grabbed your ankle from behind and you fell face first to the floor. She got on top of you as she tried to pry the note out of your hand.

“Y/n you’ve been home for not even an hour and you’ve already gotten her to behave like a child again.” Feyre got up with her hands on her hips. You stopped and looked at each other before grabbing both her hands and pulling her to the floor with you both. She fell on top of you as you all let out ‘Ows’ and screams of laughter. Just then Rhys, Azriel and Cassian walked in stunned at the scene before them. You were on the ground rolling with laughter as Nesta was stopping Feyre from getting up by repeatedly tripping her. Rhys let out a sigh as he said

“I had a feeling it was because

Y/n’s home.” With that Cassian gave you a hand up and pulled you into a hug. You laughed as he spun you around.

“I don’t care if Tarquin wants to marry you they can’t have you, you were our human first.” You gave Nesta a dry stare as he set you down.

“Couldn’t even wait a minute ya big gossip.”

She shrugged at your statement going over to Cassian as you went to give Rhys a hug.

“Thanks y/n I can’t wait to see all my high lord friends.” Rhys said sarcastically as you pulled away. You gave him an apologetic smile as you thought about all the high lords congregating together again. “I’m sorry but you did kind of make it mandatory when you made that peace treaty with all of them.”

“Still you just had to go falling in love again didn’t you.” Rhys said casually sauntering over to the couch. Your smile dropped, you didn’t recall ever telling him you’d been in love before and now that man you had been in love with was standing right in front of you. Everyone’s faces either cringed or looked down Feyre smacked Rhys at the back of his head as the realisation hit. Rather than letting the awkwardness get the better of you, you walked up to Azriel and practically threw your arms around him. “It’s good to see you again.” You said as you pulled away from the hug as quick as it had started and went off to sit on the couch by Feyre.

The silence still continued around the lot of you before you spoke up.

“Ness?”

She answers with hmm.

“Does everyone know?” You said scrunching your face slightly, while laying back on the too large couch.

“Define everyone.”

“Oh my gods.” You said pulling a pillow in front of your face after Cassian answered for her. The rest of them chuckled at your reaction.

“I’m sorry, they were all wondering why you left and I might’ve accidentally let on that I knew and then Azriel said he knew and then of course Cassian had to jump in.” She said aiming a glare at him while he put his hands up defensively.

“It’s fine Y/n we all kinda of knew anyway, besides you’re getting married it’s not like you feel that way anymore.” Feyre said nonchalantly gliding over to the table and grabbing a bit of fruit for her and Rhys.

You kept silent as your thoughts began to race. Did you still feel that way? Were you even ready to bare your soul to someone else? What if Tarquin changed his mind? What if eventually he finds you annoying just as Azriel did? Or worse what if he sees Elaine and redirects his affections to her just like Azriel did? Maybe Feyre was right, maybe you were to young to be getting married? After all you went away to get a break from love not to seek and find another one.

“Woman put your damn shields up!”

You flinched as the thought cut through your own. You recognised it to be Rhys you glanced to the side only to see him raise his eyebrows at you, as he said “Do it.” Through your mind.

Instantly you pictured a door and saw yourself slamming it shut. After being in the summer court for so long you had let your guard down in your mind, not having to worry about your daemati sister or her mate prying constantly. A hand scraped down your shields causing you to shiver at the imaginary touch. Feyre.

“Best to be more careful from now on, especially with this party coming up.”

You nodded in agreement at her warning.

You felt watched and turned your head to meet Azriels stare, his face emotionless and shadows looking untamed as you locked eyes before turning your head down to your fidgeting hands.

Little did you know Rhys was speaking to Azriel when your thoughts speared into the conversation. The shadow singer somehow managed to hear just about everything coursing through your mind.

***

Another perspective.

Azriels heart beat rapidly as his running pace picked up he had to get to her, he had to.

Everything was fine and normal at first, Azriel danced with Elaine slowly bringing her hand close to his chest and giving a light kiss to her cheek in the moonlight. She smiled her usual innocent one Azriel adored.

Though something didn’t seem right. He wasn’t a meant to be holding her. He want his to hold.

He was brought out of his trance as he heard a faint giggle as if it was far away, but the presence felt close. It echoed around for a second before he began to recognise it.

He turned his head Elaine still in his arms. As he saw her Y/N, dancing and giggling with two men. Her white dress flowed around her from the wind, she looked angelic. He wanted to go to her when he saw one of the men turn his head, wide eyed he stared in shock at the man who winked at him. It was his eldest brother he pulled Y/Ns hand to his lips and kissed it. She giggled again, it echoed all around the balcony as it did. That’s when his second brother began to lead her away. The setting changed to a cliff. Azriel tried to tug away from Elaine but she latched on. He turned his head back to her. All innocence and charm gone, instead replaced with mischief she looked almost mean as she stared him down. He looked at her confused “you picked Lucien.” He said shaking his head trying to step away. “That’s absurd. You’re being absurd Azriel.” She said sweetly once more. All while her sister was being taken away by his cruel brothers. Gods knows what they were planning to do to her.

“Let go Elaine.” He said trying to pull her hands off him. “Azriel, please I choose you. We can be together now. We don’t have to worry about her anymore.” Elaine’s voice echoed around them sweet and sinister. “I choose you.” He pushed her away and ran towards the direction y/n had went. “Azriel!” Elaine shrieked. He ran and ran over the hill now getting a clear view of her. Her laugh echoed as a whisper tore through the wind sweet and filled with love.

“Azriel.”

“Azriel.”

“Azriel.”

It was Y/N, he was sure of it.

“Azriel, please help me.” It didn’t sound pleading or scared but again like a lovers whisper.

His heart beat rapidly as her dress flowed through the wind. She glowed in the moonlight like she was ethereal. The closer he got the land seemed to stretch and the further they got. He stopped as he watched y/n stand near the cliff his eldest brother whispering something in her ear. She laughed again, it bouncing off Azriels ears. That’s when his younger brother came up from behind her and pushed her off the cliff.

“No!” Azriel yelled as he ran faster and launched himself off the cliff. Her scream tore through the wind echoing like everything else had.

“Help me!” She shouted as she fell, the rocks looked sharp as the waves crashed furiously against the cliff.

She reached her hand out to him but as she neared the ground realisation and hurt took over her features she pulled it back in to her chest as she fell faster.

“No!” He screamed, bellowed as he realised he could not reach her.

“Azriel.”

“Azriel.”

“Azriel.”

“Az! Man, WAKE UP!” He sat bolted up, drenched in sweat. He felt hands on his shoulders shaking him slightly. His shawls surrounded him before scattering at his silent command.

His eyes quickly adjusted to his surroundings.

He was in his room. He was in his room. Not on a cliff but in his room.

As his breathing calmed, Cassian decided now was finally a good time to speak up.

“Um are you okay?”

As if in answer Azriel got up and sped toward his bathroom. Spilling his guts down the toilet.

Cassian leaned against the door.

“Bad dream?” Azriel flushed the contents away before wiping his face with a tissue.

“No. I’ve had this dream before except it was different this time.” Az said getting up and brushing his teeth by the sink.

“Different? Different how?” Cassian said.

“Wait is this the dream where you’re dancing with y/n and Elaine’s falling off a cliff.” He said excitedly answering his own question.

“Yes but also no. There seems to have been a role swap. Somehow.” Az said trying not to give to much away. While he looked at himself in the mirror. Cassian came up behind him.

“Gods Az, you know I don’t speak in riddles.”

“It’s none of your concern brother.” Az said slapping his brother on the back as a term of endearment. Giving a half hearted smile doing so.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Az asked as he and Cassian walked back out to the bedroom.

“Only for something we’ve done literally every day of our lives.”

Cassian said looking at his brother worriedly.

“Oh right.” Az nodded while he began to sift through his drawers for his training clothes.

“This dream certainly has you in a tizzy brother.” Cassian said leaning back against the bed post while studying Azriels messed up sheets.

“Was it a sex dream.” He said with a smirk.

Azriel paused at what he was doing.

“No. And even if it was I wouldn’t be telling you about it.”

“Oh so it was a se-“

Cassian didn’t finish his sentence as you came in the door. You distractedly knocked against it while studying a series of envelopes in your hands.

You gave an exasperated sigh before saying “hey guys.” As you sorted through the envelopes and pulled out two. Azriel watched as you looked up and took in the room. Both Cassian and Az were completely shirtless and the sheets were a mess.

“Um sorry for interrupting but I have the wedding invites.”

You said reddening as you tried to look anywhere but at Azriel.

Cassian looked towards Azriel smiling mischievously.

“Gosh y/n, we could’ve been doing anything and you think it’s suitable to just come barging in here like that. Is this what you learned from those summer folk I could’ve been indecent!” He said flamboyantly pulling the sheets over his chest to somewhat cover himself as you laughed.

Az sensed your embarrassment and smiled slightly before making his face completely blank of emotion. It was a relief to see you that’s for sure, after the night he had. You were still in your pyjama’s from the night before black silk shorts with a black lace vest and a small silk dress robe hung off your body untied. He breathed deeply, thinking of your outfit yesterday, summer had certainly agreed with you and it was made very clear from the sight of your exposed chest and legs he had thought about all night…

He quickly averted his eyes down to your fuzzy slippers so the thought of you wouldn’t overcome him like it did last night. You handed Cassian his invitation before making your way to Azriel.

He hadn’t realised you’d been talking this entire time.

“Me and Mor have been at it all night making these.” You smiled before handing the invite to him. He grazed the end of your finger as he took the invite from you. You looked up and he was met with your startled gaze. His face must’ve been a mirror to yours with his own pulse racing at the light touch. You cleared your throat before pulling your hand away and letting go of the invite.

Cassian tore through it smiling widely, completely oblivious to the scene before him and Azriel a little bit more gracefully opened his.

~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~

The high lord and future high lady of the summer court

Y/N + Tarquin

Request the pleasure of your company

On the eve of autumn

The nuptials will begin at sundown

A meal will be served after

At the high fae castle,

The summer court.

Azriel had forgotten all about the wedding. He wanted to crush the invitation and beg you not to marry Tarquin.

The day you left everything had changed.

Elaine had actually followed Lucien to his room the night you confessed your feelings, they began talking and Elaine had accepted the mating bond during the night.

She rushed to Azriel in tears the morning after apologising for leading him on for so long and not realising what she truly wanted- needed, was Lucien all along.

She said a part of her had felt hollow for so long but now it felt complete as if all her worry had disappeared.

As hurt as he was, Azriel wasn’t surprised. He wiped her tear stained face and forgave her. She was shocked but relived at his reaction. She looked at him with pity the adoration from the night before was evaporated. Now, that’s all he got from her, pitiful looks and guilty glances. She couldn’t even talk to him without apologising. But he didn’t want it nor did he need it. What he needed was right in front of him and she was set to be married. He needed to accept that he had once again missed the boat. He thought back to his time of loving Mor. Sure it hurt when she didn’t spare him a glance. But it was safe knowing that his heart couldn’t break anymore than it already had. Loving Mor had become a comfort. Loving Elaine had become a lesson. But loving Y/N, it was a coal walk and he was happy to burn for her.

Except like Mor, she would never know that.

After Y/N left, Cassian began sniffing the invite. Azriel scrunched his face.

“What are you doing?”

“What? It smells like flowers.” Azriel smelled it and it did indeed smell like flowers. Most likely Elaine’s doing. Which meant Y/N knew Elaine was with Lucien.

Which meant she really was over Azriel.

His heart sunk as he pulled on his training clothes and strapped in his daggers.

Was he cursed? Or just destined to be alone?

***

“You look beautiful y/n.” Feyre said as she watched by the door.

Tarquin had sent a dress. It was a tight mid length dress and turquoise blue. It was runched after the corset waist and had a small slit up the leg. It accentuated your chest, where a gifted diamond necklace sat above your bosom. Your hair fell in loose curls at the back and your make up was glamorous with a red lip.

You looked at her in the mirror smiling as you put on your matching earrings.

“I just hope I don’t have to stand in these heels for to long.” You laughed turning around.

She looked very high lady like. With her silver tiara and high slit dress that had a plunge neck. “You look.. you look like a high lady.” You smiled hugging her.

She laughed “I’m sure there’s a compliment in there somewhere.”

“A beautiful one of course.” You said beaming.

“God you’re so grown up. Not so much a little girl anymore, y/n.” She said pinching your face. She sighed a worried looking taking over her face.

“Feyre.”

“Yes?”

“We both know you’re not here to admire my dress. What do you want to talk about?”

You said waiting expectantly.

She let out an exasperated breathe.

“You’re not going to want to hear it.”

She said pulling at her sleeve.

“Come on sit.”

You said patting the bed as you sat at the end of it.

“Have you talked to Azriel since you’ve been back.” She said sitting next to you.

“Not really, why?” You said heart racing again.

“We’ll you should know something. Something that happened the day you left. It involves Elaine.” Feyre said holding your hand.

“What do you mean Elaine caught me up on everything that I missed, earlier today?” You said feeling dumb founded.

“What?” Feyre asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.” You said shrugging.

“So there wasn’t anything that jumped out to you?” Feyre asked.

You thought for a second.

“Are you talking about Nesta having that big fall out when Cassian stripped-“

“No.” Feyre said before you could finish taking.

“Something a little bit more serious than that.” She said furrowing her brows.

“Y/n, Elaine and Lucien have-“

“Are you guys ready to go? Everyone’s waiting!” Elaine said rushing through the door and pulling you up to your feet.

“Yeah, we’re just coming. Feyre what was it that you wanted to say.” You said turning back to her.

Unknowingly behind you Elaine gave a warning look to her.

“It was- it was nothing.” Feyre said confusion written all over her face but quickly covering it up with a smile aimed at you.

“Okay. Weird. I’m gonna go downstairs and get some champagne for the nerves. You guys want any.” You said standing before the door.

“No we’re good, we’ll meet you down there.”

You walked down the hall with a spring in your step. You were going to see Tarquin again! That’s all that mattered right now.

As you walked down the hall you saw Azriel in front of you. Practically skipping, you went to link arms with him just like you two used to do when going to things like this.

He flinched at your touch.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said pulling away awkwardly.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled.

You stood there for a second while contemplating what to say next.

“Elaine’s just-“ “you seem-“

You both began at the same time and laughed.

“You seem happy.” He said forcing a smile.

Not realising you said “I am. Now we’re even.”

He raised his eyebrows in question.

“Well I just mean you’re happy with Elaine- who’s down the hall by the way if you’re looking for her- and I’m happy with Tarquin.” You said beginning to fidget with your bracelet.

“Elaine?” He asked

“Elaine.” You answered looking around awkwardly.

He laughed humourlessly.

“Okay what’s going one first Feyres acting weird and now you are. Spill.”

He hesitated for a moment studying your your face. Inhaling your scent. Jasmine and lavender. He shook his head.

“Y/n me and Elaine haven’t been together in months. She accepted the mating bond with Lucien the night you..”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Elaine said from behind you.

“Elaine, you’re with Lucien now?”

She nodded shyly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just I know you were in love with him-“

“Wait a minute you thought I was in love with who?!”

Now you were definitely confused.

“Lucien.” She said with a look of confusion.

“You thought i was in love with Lucien?”

You asked smiling at her and shaking your head.

“Well yes.” Elaine said worried now.

You walked up to her and threw your arms around her.

“Oh Elaine bless your sweet soul.” She laughed lightly as you pulled away.

“Im glad you’re not mad at me but I don’t understand if you weren’t in love with Lucien, then who were you in love with?” She said concern on her face.

You looked back to see him still standing there, face blank and shadows scattered. No hint that he cared for you to mention it.

You sighed. “It’s not important now.” You smiled sadly.

“What’s important now is that I need to get you two a gift.” You said while she linked arms with you.

Elaine and you chatted away down the hallway as Azriel stayed behind.

Rhys came up from behind him.

“Just tell her, Brother. Before it’s too late.”

Rhys patted his back.

“What’s the use? It’s not like she’ll change her mind now.” Azriel said walking with him.

“But at least you can tell yourself you tried this time.”

***

You had all winnowed to the summer court.

Tarquin hugged you tightly as you entered, just like any good future husband would do.

The party started well, you were introduced to every high lord of the courts along with their children and ladies. You were surrounded by your friends, you had more than you could want. Yet there was a nagging at your heart as if you weren’t really there, like a part of you was missing.

You slipped away from the party and went to get some fresh air from the balcony.

Sneaking through the familiar dream like doors you went and sat at the stone bench and watched the sunset. The air was a comforting cold, it reminded you of the summer nights you spent in the human lands.

You had started a small habit in the human lands along time ago. A boy you liked had once given you one after you skinny dipped together at the old river by your town. You were only fifteen then, now you were nearing 19. It was a secret habit. One you didn’t particularly want your sisters finding out about.

The nicotine coursed through you as the smoke tendrils flew away with the wind.

It was risky, doing it so close to the people you loved. But you had felt intensely stressed lately. With how fast everything was going, this felt like the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Well that can’t be good for you.” You hadn’t realised he was there, his wings were flared as if he had just been flying.

“I ought to report this back to Rhys.”

He said in all seriousness.

“Azriel please, don’t-“

“But then again I ought to do a lot of things.” He smirked coming to sit next to you on the bench.

You shook your head as you took another draw.

“I’m not proud of it. But lately it’s been the only thing keeping me sane.”

A comfortable silence surrounded the both of you.

“Can I try?” He asked.

It was child like. It made you laugh.

“Sure.” You said passing it over to him.

His hand touched yours slightly.

You looked up to see a longing in his hazel eyes.

“Just lift it to your lips and suck.” You said.

He looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Not like that.” You said rolling your eyes.

He began to lift it to his lips in a weird way that made you shake your head.

“Here. You’re doing it wrong, let me.”

You said lightly taking it back and holding it up to him. He looked at you questioningly before pressing his lips to it. His eyes closed as he inhaled it. A crude thought passed through your mind at the position you two were in. You would’ve dreamed of this a couple of months ago.

His lips so close to your hand, your bodies turned towards each other as the sun fell behind the earth.

You were brought out of your thoughts when he let out a loud cough and another after that.

“Ugh gods thats disgusting.”

You laughed as you brought to your lips again.

“It’s not for everyone.”

You stumped it out and threw it over the balcony.

You began to walk back to the doors before Azriels words caught you off guard.

“Don’t do it.”

You turned towards him once more he dropped to his knees.

“Don’t marry him. I’m begging you.”

You looked down at him. He was utterly vulnerable.

“I know I fucked up. And you deserve better. You deserve a high lord. I know I do not deserve you. But you need to know that I will regret not fighting for you for the rest of my days. If there is any part of you that feels that same way you did all those months ago. Then just know I’m sorry for it.

I love you Y/N Acheron, I’m in love with you. I know that now.” He looked down shamefully when he finished.

Your heart banged against your chest. You wanted to desperately fall into his arms. To say that all was forgiven. To tell him that you still loved him too. To make the sadness leave his face. But you couldn’t hurt Tarquin like that. Not after tonight.

“Az, I’m sorry but I can’t- I just can’t.” You said tears falling.

“I will not be an option to my sister. Not when I’ve spent so long loving you. I can’t do it. I won’t.” You said voice breaking and finally walking away and back into the warmth of the summer court house.

Tarquin had spotted you first of course.

He came rushing over to you as he saw you wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Is everything okay, my love?”

You put on a smile.

“It’s perfect, I think I’m just overwhelmed.” You said holding his arms he put around you.

The door to the balcony quietly shut.

Yet it was loud enough for you to hear. He wants you to know he was there.

You didn’t turn to look at him instead you made Tarquin walk with you as you said “I think I’m ready for another drink now.” Laughing while he snaked his arm around your waist.

It took very part of you not to turn your head.

#azriel acosf #acotar #azriel x reader #fanfic #lucien vanserra #elaine archeron #azriel #feyre cursebreaker #nesta supremacy #cassian #acowar

[acquaint--fate]

Doctor Octopus

Otto Octavius had a generally rough upbringing. His father was rather absent, and if he was physically present then he was emotionally absent. His father often paid the rest of the family no mind. His mother loved him a lot, but could only do so much for him. She feared her husband more than she loved him, a fact that Otto has been forever bitter about.

He found an escape in sciences, often spending his time in libraries and on computers learning as much as he could. This sparked his interest in physics, rather specifically nuclear physics. Unfortunately, this made him a target for bullying. The bullying drove him more to his escapism, which in turn, only made the bullying worse. A vicious cycle, truly.

He continued to learn all sorts of physics, becoming smart enough to graduate early and get a scholarship to the best college that he could. He used this scholarship to escape from home, as he had grown tired of it. Otto cut all contact with his family when he went to college. He often wondered about his mother, but he knew that speaking to her risked bringing in his father, and he hated him more than he loved her, a fact that he realized makes him a hypocrite, but cannot help, and for that he is bitter.

He became a nuclear physicist with a knowledge of engineering to pair. After Otto graduated, he went to work for Oscorp, a company crated by his college best friend. He worked on various projects at Oscorp, including the Orion Project. He was close friends with Curtis Connors and Adrian Toomes, two scientists in varying fields that he interacted with a lot. Though his connection to Adrian loosened with the Orion Project, it remained very much in tact.

After that project went up in literal flames, Otto had lost his partner. To combat this, he began to work on mechanical actuators that were controlled completely by the mind. They attached to the spine and nerves for ease of control and use.

The top two actuators were used to grabbing. They were slim and had a resistant camera in the center of their "hands" that linked to goggles for easier use. The bottom two were used for a sturdy support, built for raising Otto and attaching onto structures.

As he was finalizing his personal project, Norman entered his lab and and told him to focus on more important things. They got into a heated argument and, against his many many protests, Norman shut the power to the actuators. This was the worst possible thing that could have been done.

The improper removal of power caused the actuators to fry, fusing to his body and nervous system. The shock causes him to collapse, and he appeared dead. Norman had his body thrown out the back.

When Otto came to, something was very, very wrong. His mind had been severely split, fractured and repossessed through his actuators. The anger, pain, and betrayal that had occurred in the moment of power separation broke free of his mind and went to the actuators that were linked to it. Rather than full sentience, it is the sentience of his own mind, placed into each side of his actuators.

Still attached to his mind, they influenced and took partial control of it. As they are only capable of feeling the need for revenge, that is what they sought, controlling Otto's own body to move towards that goal. They were violent and filled with rage, seeking out Osborn to kill him, or perhaps something else, but mostly kill.

Spider-Man intervened before any serious damage can be done, and he is able to talk Otto through the haze of the actuator's control. Once Otto regained consciousness, he did not feel right. The anger that he felt was not the only thing fractured. His brain was entirely scattered. His memory was weak, hazy, and missing pieces. Every part of his body hurt, and he had a constant headache. He plead for Spider-Man to help him. He did, bringing him to the warehouse that he'd brought Flint Marko.

Spidey gave Otto a look-over and came to the conclusion that there wasn't much to be done. The technology was fused into basically every part of him, and the only way to really fix him was a surgery they couldn't possibly do. The next best thing was to keep surveillance on him and keep him constantly grounded into reality, and therefore in control of himself.

This was, very unfortunately, the best option that they had, so that is what they stuck with. Over time, Otto's mind would continue to deteriorate. He was constantly tired and drained, and he was mostly losing a sense of control and what was real. The actuators were a constant voice in his head. Because they were split from his consciousness, they held his voice. He grew less and less able to determine what were his own thought and what were the voices of his creations.

He became what seemed like a very soft old man, constantly lost in his own space trying to determine if he is himself or not. It is a vicious battle, and his mental state had suffered significantly from the constant fight, but he was still incredibly intelligent. And, with the close group formed in that warehouse, he would be alright enough.

#earth 390 #doctor octopus #otto octavius #character sheet

[thesoftboiledegg]

I wasn't sure how I'd feel about "I Know What You Did Last Xmas" because the holiday episodes were some of my least favorites from the original run. They're not bad; I just didn't care for them and figured this would be Evil Santa Part 3. But nope--this is easily my favorite Futurama Christmas episode.

What first struck me was this episode's cuteness. The whole crew getting their own stockings with tiny stockings for Amy's kids and Nibbler's worms was cute. The Planet Express armor making the building look like a gingerbread house was cute. Fry sitting with Amy's kids and looking at Amy and Kif with teary eyes was adorable, and showing his childlike nature is a good contrast to the "Haha, this guy is so dumb" jokes.

When everyone left for the holidays, I thought "Really? Fry just forgot about Bender?" But then I thought "Well, this is still Futurama, the characters are going to be a little dismissive of each other."

Nope, that wasn't the case. Fry and Leela realized their mistake, and the whole crew came back to Planet Express to surprise Bender and Zoidberg.

The Fox and Comedy Central runs could be cynical and mean-spirited--which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the popularity of wholesome shows, such as Bob's Burgers and Ted Lasso, shows that audiences are tired of "edgy" TV. People want to see characters being nice to each other.

So, the Futurama writers adapted to the times. The series still has dark humor so that it doesn't get cutesy, but the Planet Express crew isn't a group of coworkers as much as it's a found family. Leela helps Amy raise her kids and Fry hangs out with them; Fry, Leela and Bender all live together; the whole crew is sad when they think Nibbler's about to lose his intelligence; even Bender and Zoidberg start liking each other.

One thing I liked about the Comedy Central run was the unusual pairings (Bender and Hermes, Amy and Nibbler), so I enjoyed seeing Bender and Zoidberg getting in trouble together. I never thought about the fact that neither of them has a biological family. That and the fact that they're both "losers" (one a sad loser, the other an angry loser) gave them something to bond over.

Their personalities blend together so well that I'm surprised it took them this long to team up. I loved their crazy schemes to get rid of Evil Santa's body, like trying to flush him down the toilet--yeah, good luck with that one.

I also LOVED the Disenchantment cameo. I don't get all the lukewarm reviews, but that's another story. It's the freshest show I've seen in a while.

Overall, this is one of Futurama's best "feel good" episodes. The characters still argue and tease each other, but the writing hits emotional notes even while Bender and Zoidberg are killing Robot Santa and trying to hide the body. Bender let his guard down around Zoidberg of all people. If he can do that, maybe the rest of the crew can be a little more open and affectionate, too.

#futurama #futurama reviews #i know what you did next xmas

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

4 for the wip asks :)

Thank you so much!! :D

Sincerely, Me is a very rough WIP name for this WIP fic. It takes place in the universe of the musical Dear Evan Hansen, and it came about because I had the biggest desire in the world to write something Kleinsen-related (Evan Hansen x Jared Kleinman). It actually technically takes place in the movie universe, and I don't even particularly like the movie (I have thoughts). I don't hate it or anything, but it could've been done so much better. Anyway, I made it part of the movie universe so some good content could come from there. So, I guess I'd have to call it Kalsen (Evan Hansen x Jared Kalwani) because they changed his last name for the movie.

It's mainly centered around their daughter, Paige, and her best friend, Tyrone. Paige is Cis and Panromantic, and Tyrone is Trans Masc and Straight. They were definitely a fun duo to write, even though I didn't write that much for this fic. I was actually planning on it being a big, multi-chapter fic, but I might just try to make it a Oneshot so I can just finish it and post it. I'm not sure I can make it a big, multi-chapter fic with this concept, anyway.

Here's a little excerpt for you:

She didn’t answer, opting instead to glance at the trees. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention Jared being Indian first.”

She was well aware of his distaste for her calling her dads by their first names. In her opinion, it was entertaining watching his mouth become agape whenever she did this, so sometimes she’d do it on purpose. It never mattered to her--it was sometimes necessary, to distinguish them, and the two of them weren’t fretful of this habit. However, Tyrone always suggested she call Evan “Dad” and Jared “Pitā” instead, which is the Hindi word for Father. 

She never listened to this advice.

Tyrone began chasing a pebble with his shoe, “Well, he mentions being Jewish a lot more than he does being Indian.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as a sudden, harsh breeze cut through them, “I guess you’re not wrong.”

He didn’t stop harassing the pebble even when they approached her house. It was pretty average, as far as regular houses in suburbia went, being all beige and harsh corners, as well as a roof sharp enough to poke Santa on his journey every Christmas (she stole that joke from Jared).

Annnnd here's another excerpt that comes a little later!

“Paige?” She heard an all-too familiar voice float from the kitchen. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Dad.” She began striding towards the source as Tyrone shot her a look. “It’s not as if I call them by their first names all the time.”

Jared was perched over the stove, nursing a bottle of water as he continued frying something on a pan. He enjoyed nursing a bottle of alcohol instead on some late nights, but he was trying to consume less for Bri’s sake. “Sorry about your sister. I thought she was going to be napping around now, but I guess it was my mistake assuming she would do anything I expect.”

Paige let out a snicker, “It’s fine, you know Ty loves her anyway.”

She leaned closer, trying to sneak a peek at his latest concoction, “I thought you wouldn’t be home. What is that?”

“I took the day off. It’s Rosh Hashanah, remember? This is chicken breast with leeks and potatoes. Your dad should be coming home soon from the park.” 

Paige felt her hand connecting hard with her face, “Oh God. Oh no. I can’t believe I forgot!”

A strength she always prided herself on was her ability to remember dates more so than everyone else in her family. The fact this one slipped by her was frustrating, to say the least--not to mention Rosh Hashanah was always her favorite Jewish holiday to celebrate. Perhaps Grace was making her more distracted than she first thought.

She turned towards Tyrone, “I’m sorry, I still can’t believe I forgot about this. I was hoping we’d be able to hang out tonight.”

“Well, I can’t see why he can’t stay for dinner.”

Her mouth agape, she turned on her heel to face Jared again, “Who are you and what have you done with my father?”

When he gave her a questioning look, she continued, “You’ve never let anyone stay over for Rosh Hashanah. It’s family time.”

Tyrone gasped, bouncing on the toes of his feet, “Does this mean… you consider me family?”

Paige grit her teeth and elbowed her friend, a fruitless attempt to calm him. One of the things that annoyed Jared the most was people who weren’t part of the family trying to insert themselves into their tight-knight dynamic. Sure, it seemed for a while Tyrone was the exception, but it was still thin ice to tread. A reason why was because someone else, someone older, tried doing the same some time back, and ended up uprooting all of their lives once it was revealed they were a no-good scam-artist. And, for irony’s sake, that person ended up being Grace’s current foster father.

Just for some context, Bri is Paige's little sister (So Evan and Jared have two daughters) and Grace is Paige and Tyrone's bully (mostly Paige's). And I was planning on having it be revealed to Paige the first time all of the events of the musical (Connor's death, The Connor Project, Evan's speech, etc.), which was never mentioned to her before because Evan and Jared were too embarrassed by it all. They kind of wanted to sweep it under the rug, which evidently wasn't the best way to handle the situation.

#ask game #dear evan hansen #this is actually so fun to do #sorry for it not being bob's burgers related but this fic still holds a bit of a place in my heart #i actually kind of miss it and do want to finish it one day. if i recall correctly there aren't any kleinsen parent fics #so i really wanted to get on that. and making grace tyrone paige and bri to flesh out the world here was fun #i think part of me headcanons that tyrone used to have a bit of a crush on paige but got over pretty quick (they're just besties) #i like to think paige and grace might have something going on later because i was planning on making grace a complicated character #and giving her a whole redemption arc

[fairy-writes]

Hello, I am excited to see you event announced. I'm rather new and I have enjoyed your content. If at all possible, could I request I hear a symphony by Cody Fry for Viktor from Arcane? It would be greatly appreciated. Thank you 💜

I HEAR A SYMPHONY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: Anonymous

Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Viktor x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: I Hear A Symphony by Cody Fry 

Genre: Mild angst

This is for my 700 followers event! Check my pinned post for more info if you want to join!

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Viktor always considered himself broken. 

Crippled. 

Useless. 

It wasn’t an attempt at degrading himself; it was just a simple fact. Viktor was just a crippled assistant from the Undercity. 

That was until he met you.

You were a guest lecturer on physics from a neighboring city. Jayce had dragged him away from his studies and current Hextech project to listen to your series of lectures.

He had been smitten from minute one. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You were so put together, so eloquent yet so simple with your words, your cursive neat, precise, and easy to read for anyone attending your lecture.

Jayce seemingly noticed on the fourth lecture that Viktor didn’t put up a fight when leaving his work to attend the daily class by you. He teased him relentlessly but seemed harmless enough.

Until he proceeded to bring Viktor up to you after your lecture ended.

Now in its place is something new

I hear it when I look at you

Viktor had nearly had a heart attack by the time he arrived in front of you. Jayce was all smiles as he introduced himself and Viktor to you. You were kind and courteous but still distant. 

That was until Viktor began to talk. He didn’t say much at first. He just complimented your elegance and lecture. Then, finally, you opened up, talking excitedly about your field and asking him if he knew anything about it.

Of course, he did. He mentioned it as such and was incredibly surprised when you invited him out to coffee to discuss more. He was even more surprised when he accepted.

The two of you went to the campus café and sat over coffee, talking about projectile motion and the force of gravity on objects and other physics topics. You talked for hours, using your hands and excitedly telling him in-depth about stuff you hadn’t even lectured about. Instead, he had happily listened idly with only passing comments as he sipped his coffee. 

It was the best cup of coffee he had ever had.

With simple songs, I wanted more

Perfection is so quick to bore

After that, you actually stayed in Piltover for several months after your lectures were over. Just so that you could visit Viktor.

And that surprised him.

Why would you want to talk to a broken assistant from the Undercity?

You visited every day—often bringing him and Jayce lunch or dinner or even breakfast if you knew they hadn’t eaten yet that day.

You are more beautiful by far

Our flaws are who we really are

It wasn’t long before you asked him out for dinner. For a date. He walked you home that night and nearly fell down the stairs from your hotel door when you pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked him for the wonderful night. Dates became a regular thing after that. 

It wasn’t long before Viktor found himself falling in love. Falling in love with your excited mannerisms, your smile, and the way you loved him unconditionally. 

Which is why it broke his heart so much when you left. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

He saw you off as you boarded the airship, limping beside you as you walked silently. You looked like you were about to cry, which is probably why you didn’t say anything. But you couldn’t extend your stay any longer, your money was running out, you refused to accept any from him, and you also had family waiting for you back home. 

There was the final call for boarding as you turned to face him. Tears welled up in your eyes as you seemingly realized this was the last time you’d see Viktor for a very, very long time. 

He had asked to kiss you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as tears overflowed. You tasted like salt and unspoken promises—a promise to come back to him. 

You took my broken melody

And now I hear a symphony

He felt whole again. Despite you leaving, he knew that eventually… you’d come back. 

Ah-ah oh-ooh-oh ah-ah

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane viktor #arcane viktor x you #arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane #fairytailwzard 700 followers #fairy writes

[librathefangirl]

Masterlist - My fics

Fandoms:

9-1-1: Lone Star (1)

Nowhere Boys (1)

S.W.A.T. (1)

Stranger Things (3)

The Seven Deadly Sins / Nanatsu no Taizai (26)

9-1-1: Lone Star

TK Vs Tomatoes (900+, Chapters 1/2)

Coming home to the smell of cooking always brought an anxiety-filled warmth. With Carlos being the main chef in the relationship, TK making him dinner always came as a surprise that made even the simplest dish feel grand. It made Carlos feel even more loved. The anxiety came, of course, from the fact that TK was cooking unsupervised in their home – they did not need another fire, thank you very much. And no matter what the other man claimed, his reputation in the kitchen was not overexaggerated. This day, the anxiety surpassed the warmth. The loft smelled like smoke. Carlos had barely shut the door behind him before he was running to the kitchen. There was no fire, thank god. Just a badly smoking frying pan. Not that Carlos was about to jinx it. So, without relaxing, he turned off the stove and looked around. The kitchen was empty. (Based on a prompt)

Nowhere Boys

The Bremin Gang (300+, Chapter 1/1)

"Dude, we're like the Scooby gang of Bremin!" / Another demon is gone, Bremin is safe once more, and Sam is having a very serious conversation with Jake. Scooby-Doo is obviously a serious matter.

S.W.A.T.

but it's dark and it's late (so i'll hold you and wait) (600+, Chapter 1/1)

Luca barely pulls his hand back in time. Taking a deep breath to calm his own heart, he surveys his roommate’s state. Knuckled grip on the blanket. Rapid breathing. Panicked stare straight ahead. Yes, touching him now would be a bad idea. Especially since he’s not even sure Street’s aware of his presence. Another red flag. But it’s a familiar one. Luca got this.

Stranger Things

I Think I Love You (300+, Chapter 1/1)

“This crush is painful,” Robin sighs as Nancy and Jonathan leave Family Video. / “What exactly are you trying to say, Steve?” / Steve shares a look with Nancy, stepping closer to Jonathan. A love story told in three drabbles. (Stoncy Week 2022, Day 2)

Trust and Needles (300+, Chapter 1/1)

“No, nonono, okay, hold on, hold- Nancy, wait!” Nancy stopped, looking slightly annoyed yet rubbing Steve’s leg comfortingly. “Do you trust me?” “Not when you’re threatening me with a needle!” Steve protested, causing Jonathan to stifle a laugh. “You know, that’s fair,” he mumbled. “I’m not- You’re bleeding all over the bed, Steve!” (Stoncy Week 2022, Day 5)

Warm Hands (600+, Chapter 1/1)

The last thing Steve remembers before it turns black is white hot blinding pain. His name being screamed. Cold ground and warm hands. And the sound of gunfire. The first thing he notices as he wakes is an insistent beeping. His body feeling simultaneously numb and like it’s been run over by a truck. Warm hands. And soft mumblings. (Stoncy Week 2022, Day 1)

The Seven Deadly Sins / Nanatsu no Taizai

A Debt to Pay (4.1k+, Chapters 2/3)

This was why Gowther had gone alone. He hadn’t wanted the others involved in this. Especially not the captain. Galvina was fixated on revenge. At least the others were strangers, irrelevant faces in her blind rage. Meliodas was not. He’d been there 3,000 years ago, and as the leader of the Ten Commandments she could just as well blame him for Gowther’s actions. Febuwhump 2023 Day 7: Made to Watch + Day 19: "You deserve this".

A Touch of Light (1.5k+, Chapter 1/1)

A chill she couldn’t shake formed in her gut. Meliodas – the Prince of the Demon Realm, the Leader of the Ten Commandments, the Next Demon King – was frightened by her mere touch. / Elizabeth struggles with what it means to be a goddess befriending a demon. Febuwhump 2023 Day 2: Flinching.

Bleed This Water (2.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

Meliodas’ hand shot out almost instantly, grabbing hold of Ban’s arm as he bristled at the jeer. He had a point of course. Even if King in that moment wished he would have just let Ban fall for the apparent provocation. He shoved back the mental image of Diane’s upset expression at insults like that and focused back on the matter at hand. The captain was right. The last thing they needed right now was a bunch of dead villagers. Especially ones who were only armed with… water? Febuwhump 2023 Day 12: "Can you hear me?"

From the Ashes (3.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

Given the king’s visions and the rumors circling around about Danafor’s fall, Zaratras and King Bartra set out to the ruins of the once flourishing kingdom. Not sure what to expect, they’re met by a young boy and a baby, at the brink of collapse. / A whumpier first meeting between Zaratras (+ Bartra) and Meliodas (+ baby Elizabeth). Febuwhump 2023 Day 18: Can’t Stay Awake.

Help Me Brother, for I Am Falling (1.4k+, Chapter 1/1)

(Modern All-Human AU) He shouldn’t do this. Worst Big Brother Award right here. The last thing he wanted to do was risk dragging his baby brother back into this mess. He just didn’t have anywhere else to go – and by some miracle, Zeldris opened the door. “Yo, Zel. Been a while,” Meliodas mumbled, trying to smile as he leaned heavily against the wall. His vision blurred slightly around the edges. Oh, that probably wasn’t good. Zeldris’ eyes narrowed, “What the hell are you- You’re bleeding.” Febuwhump 2023 Day 10 (Alt. 3): Soft Words.

I'll Carry You(r Weight) (900+, Chapter 1/1)

Those monsters choose the right time to flee. Now Ban was too preoccupied with Meliodas’ unconscious ad bleeding from. As it was, they’d get to live another day. Ban gently scooped Meliodas up in his arms. As he did, he couldn’t help but quietly curse at how tiny he felt. Febuwhump 2023 Day 4 (Alt. 6): Limp.

Marks of a Brother (1.7k+, Chapter 1/1)

When Zeldris was just a little baby, there was a gomicl dragon attacking the palace. Meliodas had barely started his official training with Chandler, he was in no position to do anything – but he knew where his father's priorities were. His baby brother was the only pure thing left in this wretched place. Someone had to keep him safe. Febuwhump Day 5: “That’s gonna scar”.

My Fear (My Weakness?) (500+. Chapter 1/1)

(Modern AU?) Zeldris had never been good at trusting. His father had made sure of that. Growing up, the number of people he could trust would have his back was limited. The people he could trust would have his back without expecting anything from him in return even fewer. There were only two people he fully trusted. This random stranger was not one of them.

My Love, It Burns (3.2k+, Chapters 3/3)

The realization burned. An ember deep in her heart growing hotter and hotter the worse the situation got. It hurt. After all, Elizabeth had spent over 3,000 years avoiding this very moment. Not always consciously, but when the memories had been there, she had hoped and prayed and wished for this day to never come. Now it was here. Febuwhump 2023 Day 13: Forced to Hurt a Loved One.

No Kin of Mine (But a Kin of Kind) (2.4k, Chapter 1/1)

(Dragon Meliodas AU) The first time Meliodas met his would-be brother was in the secret highly reinforced cage in the pit of the dungeons. Of course, this was before he was forced into the form of a demon and enslaved as a son of the Demon King. It was years before he would even consider Zeldris his kin. … The hatchling shifted from foot to foot, his hesitation hanging heavy in the air – until suddenly he pushed himself through the food hatch and into the cage.

Of Brothers and Wars (2.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

Ever since the druids’ cave, things had been different. Of course they had; Meliodas was a demon. King knew that now, and Meliodas knew that he knew. Though at the same time, things hadn’t changed. Life went on, somehow. They went on. That is, until the fight with the demons. The problem was, King had seen the end of Meliodas’ fight. Meliodas had let the demon go. On purpose. Febuwhump 2023 Day 17: Silent Tears.

One Day This Will Be Over (One Day This Will End) (500, Chapter 1/1)

Meliodas hadn’t said a word since Merlin had found him. He was sitting by the grave – and had been for who knew how long. The rain poured down, but he didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t even react as Merlin approached him. His eyes stuck on the cross but unseeing. Dirt and blood covered him. Febuwhump 2023 Day 16 (Alt. 7): Immortality.

One Man's Beast (3.0k+, Chapter 1/1)

(Monster Sins AU) The boy twisted uncomfortably at the scene in front of him. He should have seen this coming. Nothing good ever came from working with a monster hunter. The creature in the cell was unlike anything he had ever seen. Granted, he hadn’t actually seen a demon before. Febuwhump 2023 Day 3: Muzzled.

Sticks and Stones Won't Break My Bones (As Long as You Are Here) (2.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

When Meliodas came to, it was with a pounding head. He couldn’t remember how exactly he had ended up here, but he was fairly certain this hadn’t been part of the plan. There was a faint ringing in his ears accompanying the pounding in his head, making him let out a groan as he tried to move his head. Almost immediately, a hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing and pushing at the same time. It offered comfort while also keeping firmly on the ground, unable to get up.  Whumptober Day 1: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

The Boy and the Rain (1.7k+, Chapter 1/1)

Ban stalled, silently watching Meliodas in the rain for another moment before he retreated inside. As he fell back asleep, he did so with the feeling that there was some vital part of his captain that he was missing. Maybe it was something Meliodas was keeping from him. Maybe it was something he didn’t let himself see. Years later, Ban would come to realize it was both.

The Heat of the Storm (2.4k+, Chapter 1/1)

While searching for a rare relic, the Seven Deadly Sins are forced to take cover from a harsh blizzard. As they wait out the storm in a cave, Merlin notices Meliodas unusual and dangerous reaction to the cold. After all, demons and blizzards does not mix well. Febuwhump 2023 Day 11 + Alt. 9: Fever + Natural Disaster.

The Things I've Done (The Sins I Carry) (1.7k+, Chapter 1/1)

After years of being under a curse, finally being able to be you is a lot easier than dealing with the sins you have committed. A nightmare leads Gilthunder to the Boar Hat in the middle of the night. Febuwhump 2023 Day 8: Panic.

The Truth Hides in the Cracks of the Ice (1.6k+, Chapter 1/1)

It was just him and the figure and the cold, cold snow. That was… wrong? The voice laughed a sharp and freezing laugh, “Don’t you get it? They don’t care about you.” Whumptober Day 2: Delirium + “They don’t care about you.”

There All Along (800+, Chapter 1/1)

King sighed, slumping over Chastiefol. It wasn’t like it was really a surprise. Sure, King had been shocked – he’d never seen Meliodas demon form before – but he can’t say he was surprised. Of course, he hadn’t known Meliodas was a demon. Though he had suspected it. There were some things about Meliodas that didn’t make sense. Now they did. “You’re upset.” King buried his face in Chastiefol at the sudden voice. “I’m not really in the mood to talk, Gowther.” Febuwhump Day 6: Secrets Revealed.

We All Bleed for a Reason (2.3k+, Chapter 1/1)

It was easy to distrust the Prince of the Demon Realm. It was a lot harder to distrust a demon who would sacrifice himself for a goddess. / Elizabeth introducing them to the Demon Prince turned traitor was a lot more chaotic than Gloxinia had first anticipated. Febuwhump 2023 Day 15: Self-Sacrifice.

When the Past Comes Crashing (6.5k+, Chapters 2/7)

A seemingly easy mission quickly goes awry for the Seven Deadly Sins, forcing them to make some critical decisions that sets off an unexpected set of events. At the same time, a long-buried secret comes back to haunt Meliodas with a 3,000-year-old call for revenge. Written for AMonthofWhump’s March Trope-A-Thon!

When the War Is Over (How Do We Rebuild Ourselves) (3.8k+, Chapter 1/1)

With their father finally gone, Meliodas and Zeldris try to move on as brothers. Meanwhile, the Seven Deadly Sins are horrified to learn that someone actually enjoys their captain's cooking. Written for Ficwip 5k 2023

Who'll Hug the Prince of Hell? (6.6k+, Chapters 6/6)

5 times someone held Meliodas when he felt like he'd break, and 1 time when he wasn't the one breaking / aka sad boy gets surprised hugged. Febuwhump 2023 Day 1: Touch Starved.

With the Forest as My Witness, I'll Silence All My Screams (2.4k+, Chapter 1/1)

It wasn’t like Gloxinia didn’t know how the goddess clan felt about demons. None of them were subtle about it. He knew they still didn’t trust Meliodas. He just never thought they’d try something like this. Febuwhump 2023 Day 9: Voice Loss.

With Your Life in My Hands (You Asked Me to Believe) (1.0k+, Chapter 1/2)

There had only been a handful of times in his life that King had felt utterly helpless. This was one of them. With no way to get help in time, and no Chastiefol to wield, King really only had two options: leave his captain to die or fight bare handed.

You Still Feel Like Home (1.6k+, Chapter 1/1)

Tonight was just for The Seven Deadly Sins. After a decade they were almost all back together; Meliodas finally had his family right here under his roof. It was delirious in its own joy. It was overwhelming and made Meliodas’ hearts ache. / Post season 1, Meliodas desperately needs a hug.

#masterlist #my fics #libra writes #911 lone star #911ls #tarlos #nowhere boys #cbs swat #swat 2017 #stranger things #stoncy #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #meliodas nnt #melizabeth

[ygtahoy]

Now I want to know about Riptide's second family situation, I'm curious! And also abt The Squid Accident (if you want to share of course!)

Ok so as I have said all of this is massively not canon compliant, basically two friends and I looked at the game and its world and went great sandbox we're gonna build castles and that's what we did. I'm gonna put this under a read more because the second family and the squid incident are very much part and parcel with each other and take a bit to explain. Warning for me rambling and run on sentences. Also I'm sorry this ended up so so long, and I cut so much out.

Right so I'll start with the second family and this is mostly the brain child of my friend Jumil I don't recall if he has a tumblr and if he does he hasn't used it in like a decade so no point linking to that.

So the Bernards before magic and everything were a normal fishing family from Newfoundland, aka poor and struggling. Then magic came back and the lady who will forever now be called Grandma (or Grandmother or Mémère because they're Acadian) awakened into a shaman. A jellyfish shaman to be specific and that turned out to just be a weird quirk of the Bernard family is they're more likely to have shamans, be fish shamans, and Jellyfish specifically.

I'm gonna cut out a lot of stuff that I can elaborate on if you wanna ask again but basically they used the weird jellyfish magic and some secret blood magic to basically become ocean amazon. Like they can make being on and in the ocean a lot safer and they have crazy fish farms so they just started supplying the world with all ocean based products and became a megacorp off fish and shipping and ocean based warfare. We called this megacorp Tidal Moon because the eastern Canadian maritimes have a shit ton of moon jellyfish.

Now how Riptide got involved with them is when she got out of prison she was very feral and knew she couldn't go home that way with how fucked up mentally she was so she ran to the east coast but ran out of money around Ottawa.

She ended up accidentally saving Fry Bernard (my friend Jumils character that he decided he didn't want to be a seattle) from being kidnapped mostly because they were in the way of her dumpster diving from a fancy seafood restaurants garbage.

Fry is the black sheep of the Bernard family because he somehow awakened into a mushroom shaman and no one understands how or why because mushrooms? Those aren't animals? But also not plants? How did you do this Fry? and he doesn't know, he just shrugs he also has no interest in the family bussiness but he's very interested in his own bussiness of growing and experimenting with mushrooms.

He chose Ottawa to live in because it's a smaller city but primarily because it has a mushroom festival and there's a lot of mushrooms that grow in the area. The mushroom festival was the biggest deciding factor I'm not even kidding you.

So his family is like hey thanks for saving him, do you wanna work for us as his full time bodyguard? We see that you're a convict but it's fine we'll just put some extra special magics on you to make sure you can't betray him and she's all I mean I guess I need somewhere to live and money to support myself while I get my shit together so that's how she ends up living with Fry.

While doing this she calms down because they also pay for therapy for her and she decides hey I need to get my shit together so I can go home to my family as someone they would be proud of. This is when she decides to go back to school and get her degree in anthropology. I probably should have mentioned before that I had her be in jail for 4 years.

Fast forward 2 years of her living and working with Fry and they're great friends because she doesn't judge him badly for his mushroom powers in fact she finds them fascinating and often encourages some of his weirder experiments. Plus she finds out she loves gardening and she helps him with his mushroom farming. Also just by virture of her being there other fairy creatures tend to come over to see what's going on including ones that like to help in fields and stuff so his mushrooms grow better now that she's there.

During that summer he gets called back to Newfoundland for a family gathering because Grandma likes her family to be close, they're kinda close kinda all backstabbing inner politics because of the riches and the company but also family first. Anyway Frys Uncle the first son of Grandma is all Fry it's time you come out on a boat and get a taste of what being a Bernard is truly all about and Fry is like oh god not this again, but Reina is all this sounds great can I come too? I'm researching shanties as my main focus of study so actually being on a fishing boat would be great for my understanding and the uncle is like great you can come too. This will prove to be the most mixed of blessings for all three of them.

So on the fishing boat Fry is sulking and Reina is basically doing all the work for him. This includes when she reaches out with her left arm to pull in a net, and gets grabbed by an awakened giant vampire squid. I say giant because normally they're like 27 centimeters. This vampire squid was a squid one of Frys cousins had been magically experimenting on to use to assassinate the uncle they went fishing with in a power grab attempt. The squid however saw the delicious tasty selkie on the ship and went fuck your plans I want to eat that one.

Reina gets grabbed and pulled under water by this thing while Fry and his uncle are like Oh Shit! The uncle goes to call for help and backup and Fry runs to the side and looks down and well can't see shit because lots of bubbles, waves, and blood in the water. Reina is underwater and she's struggling to fight this thing because it's huge, it's got magic, and she's in the wrong body shape.

Fry is in full panic mode seeing all the blood in the water so he decides he has to do something so he gets a knife and decides to cast some fun blood magic. We decided to leave it mostly blank for what he did because he was never trained with blood magic he just sort of went on instict so what we decided happened was he bond all three bloods together and started circulating them through the three bodies to keep Reina from bleeding out into the ocean, which now means that Fry and Reina permanently have purple blood.

Reina manages to kill it but she is seriously fucked up from the fight and ends up passing out before getting to the surface so by the time they fish her out she's actually dead, one of those I was legally dead for 2 minute situations. They revive her but she ends up in a coma for 2 months.

She wakes up and finds out her left arm is missing huge chunks from where the vampire squid pulled her under and because of her weird selkie nature, Frys blood magic, and whatever the squid did they haven't been able to regrow or repair her arm so it's basically dead. And because she's a magic user and also fae she refuses to chop it off and get a cyber arm so instead the Bernards use their weird jellyfish magic to make her a mesh sleeve that has an external nervous system so she can continue to use her arm. This is why she has to do things like play the hand harp to work on her manual dexterity.

Because it was a family member trying to kill a family member, and because Reina and Fry now share the same blood with each other Reina was adopted into the Bernards while she was in the coma. Grandma decided that she would get the same rank in the family as the attempted murderer. She doesn't have that persons parents, she has a different one of Grandmas sons as her new father the most obnoxious shit starter of the family called Jean-Pierre who was sent to run the Hong Kong branch of Tidal Moon so he would stop starting fights with his siblings and their kids. Neither he nor Reina are happy about this.

So yeah, that's Reinas new second family, and the squid incident. Both supremely fucked up, but it comes with a lot of money and a lot of therapy so she only complains quietly. Mostly she got adopted because that way they could keep her quiet, keep access to her weird magic as hell blood for their magic experiments, and also partially as a reward and thanks for saving Fry and his Uncles lives.

#oc riptide/reina #this is what happens when you let a bunch of weirdos play with worldbuilding blocks for years #crazy jenga towers of batshittery

[mrschwartz]

things i loved

jonathan knowing about will being gay and letting him know that he loves his brother unconditionally. that whole scene was fantastic, they both brought in their A acting game. i love that it was never stated explicitly, but they both knew what the other was talking about. Very realistic

eleven not accepting brenner's bullshit "apology" and leaving him to die

lucas beating the shit out of jason and the rift splitting the motherfucker in half. that came out of Nowhere, i audibly gasped and i Loved it

murray frying the fuck out of the demogorgons. i'm obsessed with how that was the catalyst that weakened vecna and allowed them to fight back. narrative payoffs baby!

speaking of fire, steve and robin throwing the molotov cocktails!! very badass. nancy shooting him too, but i thought the one in s3 was even better, so

the real genuine scare of max's bones breaking and the fact that she didn't end up 100% fine in the end. some plot armors apparently can be made of glass and i'm here for it

we're Getting our protagonist!will storyline back in s5 ladies!! we win

eddie playing master of puppets fuck yeah dude

my favorite line from a show from here on out: "i piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer"

some of the best acting i've ever seen! shout outs: millie doing eleven's piggyback thing and while vecna was talking to her; noah forever and always, everything he does all the time; sadie and caleb while max was dying; joe quinn and gaten while eddie was dying, and gaten while he was talking to eddie's uncle

things i hated

their overdone trend of introducing loveable new characters just to kill them off as a way to protect the protagonists. eddie was so good, they're so lazy for not keeping him and trying to figure out a way to resolve his being wanted for the murders

I'm Not Here ‼🚫🚫 for stancy. this is a stancy hater zone, i hate everyone involved in this show for reviving it. 1) i don't care for jancy, so i refuse to accept they made me sit through a part of this show i don't care about just for it to be unmade. 2) technically the best for nancy is some time single. 3) that is Such a peewee weakass """resolve""" for steve's character. let him move on ffs, there was a very satisfying way his arc could be heading (was heading!!) and this is not it. he's one of the best parts of the show and it's definitely not because of his relationship with nancy, it's because of his chemistry with the kids, with robin, and his want/need to be protective of them. it's fine that he dreams of having a family but him telling that to nancy and saying she's the one was sooooo ooc. ew

the pacing was 😐 questionable. some strange cuts while some scenes lingered on foreverrrr. i def 1.5x-ed a lot of that shit

i've always been team "will likes mike who knows but doesn't reciprocate" so with that in mind mike's characterization this season doesn't make any sense. why was he weird about will? wasn't will his first and best friend in the world? soooo weird that mike lives and breathes for eleven now and has forgotten how much he and will meant to each other, romantic feelings or not

speaking of eleven, i was really hoping that the strength she would find to fight back would come from within herself, since her arc was building up towards her finding herself, and not from mike saying how she's his superhero

back to the cali gang, i saw someone say how everything they did this season was give pep talks and that's so true. jonathan > will > mike > eleven. such a waste of once the core of the show

+ the very 🤨 moment of will's feelings for mike (in the way will verbalized them to him) being used for mike to verbalize his feelings to eleven was very sus. an embarrasing lack of tact by the writers there

#stranger things #st4 spoilers

[mondscheinprinzessin]

hand/inner wrist kisses + forehead/top of their head kisses? 🥰 for joeleksi or olli/joel

You can't give me the option of Joeleksi and then expect me not to write for them.

With Aleksi a lot of things have changed.

Not just their music and the dynamic within the band but also Joel’s feelings. In fact, they have changed so much that it almost felt like getting overrun by a herd or bison. Or that’s what Joel had imagined when he laid in bed, panting and mind whirling with thoughts of which most consisted of the same realization that he was totally stupid.

And totally, absolutely, completely in love with Aleksi.

It just needed him four years to realize and that’s where his stupidity came into play.

Exactly the same Joonas had said when Joel burst into his flat the next morning to yell his newfound feelings at him and demanding advice. Joonas, trying to appear as the wise old man, had slapped a hand on his shoulder, guided him to the table for a cup of coffee and simply said he should talk to Aleksi before his mind could twist all those happy, sweet, rose-red feelings into something fearful and ugly.

That was easy to say of Joonas who knew no restraint when it came to handing out his endless love, be it for his friends or partners. But Joel? Joel couldn’t find the words.

And they never came no matter how much and how often he racked his brain over a possible love deceleration.

Instead, he amped up on what he already shared with Aleksi. Hugs, naps, jokes, general space and time.

When Aleksi was in the studio, Joel was there. Always. He couldn’t get enough of his favourite DJ and no day had enough hours he could share with him.

But it was not to say that Joel did nothing to show his admiration in some way even if it wasn’t as obvious as a muttered ‘I love you’.

The first time was more of a slip up though and Joel had scrambled out of the kitchen after it happened to hide his pink cheeks and bite his lip to hold in the groan that wanted to escape him over his once again surfaced stupidity.

Aleksi had called for a break and wanted to make coffee and as the nice friend he was Joel jumped up to help (not also because the kitchen was tiny and there was no coming around to bump hips or accidentally touch someone’s arm or hand).

To not interfere too much Joel leaned against a counter, just watching Aleksi prepare the coffee machine and exchanging some words that were for once not related to their newest album.

For example Aleksi talking about his family visiting spontaneously as he didn’t manage to plan a visit of his own in his hometown and how happy Rilla had been, and Aleksi always had this cute smile on his face when he talked about here, and it never failed to put a smile on Joel as well.

Grinning as he was while he listened to Aleksi’s story, he was short of sighing because he was so lovesick, he could have stood there for ages just taking in Aleksi’s stories and just be happy to have him around and that could have been around the time Joel lost his last braincell to the desires of his heart.

When Aleksi came up close to open a cupboard next to Joel’s head for cups and had to go up on his toes to reach the ones far back, Joel blanked from the vicinity of Aleksi’s lips, still moving as he kept on talking.

Right now though Joel couldn’t care for what he said because he was pretty sure he started vibrating on the spot because he had to do something, even if it was running around in a circle, screaming on top of his lungs that he loved Aleksi, but that was for several reasons not an appropriate option, so the next best alternative had been kissing Aleksi on the forehead who stopped in his movements and looked up at him with big eyes.

Those blue eyes almost managed to fry the last of what was left from Joel’s brain, but he somehow got his legs to work and walked back into the studio room, repeating the scene over and over in his head till he was convinced he had dreamt it. As Aleksi neither said anything nor showed a sign that Joel had just kissed his bandmate, he dropped it out of his head as well.

(Who was he kidding, he was still thinking of it two weeks later).

The urge to repeat it also never ceased to haunt him and now he was catching himself staring at Aleksi more often which got him obvious looks from Joonas and Niko as well who had caught on pretty quickly of what was happening.

The happier Joel was when he and Aleksi were alone in the studio, late when everyone else had left and no suggesting looks and wiggling eyebrows could annoy him.

It was easier for him to work too when he didn’t have to try to hide his apparent feelings in front of bandmates because around Aleksi it seemed to not have any influence as he never called him out for his behaviour but rather seemed to enjoy it.

Joel didn’t take it for any affirmation or a return of his feelings though. Aleksi had always been a nice person and gentle in his gestures if he decided to give them and Joel would take each and everyone for as long as he could. An announcement of his love would definitely change the balance and changes Joel had enough of.

Things like this Joel tried to avoid thinking about at work, keeping them for later when he laid in bed. Although currently his eyes were so close to slipping shut that he wished to be in bed, but the production of songs was an important process that he couldn’t put off.

Aleksi behind him on the couch, for once they had switched their positions, was silently working on another project. Therefore, Joel startled slightly when he felt him against his back as Aleksi bend over his shoulder to look at the screen.

Joel had been doing a mindless repetition of a task which must have been the reason for his tiredness, and for his head falling into his hand, almost touching the table, resulting in a weird posture where he was sitting in the chair.

“I didn’t show you this button for no reason Joel. It will take you years if you continue to do it manually. Here, let me- ”

Aleksi’s fingers nudged against his on the mouse and Joel took his hand away for Aleksi to repeat his demonstration of what he was supposed to do but hadn’t been doing correctly.

He feared he wouldn’t remember what Aleksi was talking about this time either because with a little shift of his eyes he saw Aleksi’s wrist right in front of him.

Whereas his forearm was now decorated with a big flower tattoo, his wrist was bare, only traversed by blue veins perceptible under the surface even in the low light of the studio.

For reasons Joel was well aware of, the sight was more interesting than Aleksi’s teaching words. But for reasons Joel couldn’t explain he tipped his head forwards and gently touched Aleksi’s wrist with his lips, just a short kiss before he sat back again.

In his dreamy state he almost didn’t notice what he had done and would probably only bemoan his idiocy when he was alone at home, but Aleksi’s voice had died off and the sudden switch to silence had Joel realize his display of affection.

Not daring to move just the same as Aleksi had frozen above him, Joel hoped that Aleksi would just go back to his seat on the couch. Holding his breath Joel listened for any sign that Aleksi was mad at him, preparing to defend himself if necessary but nothing of sorts came.

To his surprise Aleksi didn’t go away but chose to come as close as possible, his hand leaving the mouse to travel over Joel’s arm right next to it until both of Aleksi’s arms were around him and Aleksi’s face rested on Joel’s shoulder.

If the touch alone didn’t make him shiver, then it was Aleksi’s voice so close to his ear that he could feel his breath on the side of his face.

“Your little kisses were really nice, but don’t you want to do it right this time?” He said in a low tone and Joel couldn’t believe what he just heard.

Much the same he was stunned when Aleksi came around to sit down in his lap, looking at him with that insolent gleam in his eyes but the sweetness lying under it had Joel part his mouth.

Aleksi’s eyes dipped down to his lips but as Joel hasn’t said anything yet asked again, “What do you think? Will you kiss me?”

#answered #yeah this has gotten longer #I have a lot of feelings for Joel/Aleksi what can I say #what do you guys think Joel did? #prompt adventures

[gracefulsunflower]

CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 39

PUBLISHED: 15/07/2022

Part 1

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You sat at your dining table, listening to the noise coming from inside as Finn, Saoirse, Daisy, Karl, Aberama, Bonnie, Isiah, and Oscar all worked together to cook breakfast — brunch, now, you mused as you looked at your watch.

It was Mother's Day today, and Finn and Saoirse were originally going to cook just you breakfast, but then Saoirse wanted to cook something for Ezzie, and Polly, and Ada, and Hilda. Jeremiah, who Isiah always celebrated Mother's Day and Father's Day with, was also invited. That was how that lot, as well as Isiah, Aberama, Karl, and Daisy ended up here. Saoirse then called Bonnie and demanded that he come and help cook or he wouldn't be a part of the family anymore (an empty threat, of course, but the cooking would feel incomplete without him). He ended up bringing Oscar, who was a welcomed addition.

You ended up taking the table outside so you could enjoy the weather, which wasn't all that bad at the moment.

You could hear your father instructing Saoirse on how to scramble the eggs properly. The smell drifted down to you and made you feel queasy, so you drank some of your ginger beer to fight it. This didn't go unnoticed by Polly, who poured you a cup of tea.

"Try some tea, love. Maybe it'll settle your stomach," She suggested, pushing the cup towards you.

You took it gratefully, sipping away.

"You're not reading my leaves, though," You warned the woman, seeing right through her antics.

She sighed, then looked at Esmeralda, who cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'I told you so'.

"What are you two on about?" You demanded, feeling terribly left out.

"Nothing," The two replied quickly, making it know that they were very much on about something.

"Oh, god, what's wrong with (Y/N)?" Ada questioned, knowing that the only time Polly read leaves was when someone had something big happening to them.

"Something's wrong with (Y/N)?" Hilda asked hurriedly, eyeing you worriedly.

"She looks fine," Jeremiah commented, sipping on his coffee as he read the newspaper, not even bothering to look at you or entertain the women's antics.

"Nothing's wrong with me!" You snapped, a bit louder than you should've, waking Finn Junior from his nap at your feet.

He yowled in protest, swiping at your ankles, making you yelp.

"Tell me what you two are going on about before I take your eyes out with a spoon," You threatened, narrowing your eyes at the pair sitting across from you.

Ezzie and Polly looked at each other, then back at you.

"I had a dream that you gave birth," Ezzie admitted, making you scoff.

"Your dreams are always hit-and-miss," You pointed out, she didn't always have dreams that came to be like you did.

You conveniently left out the fact that you also had a dream that you went into labour. It didn't feel like a prophetic dream. Just a normal dream. Wishful thinking. You knew the difference.

"And that is why I want to read your leaves," Polly added, making you huff as you tipped the remains of the cup out onto the ground, leaves and all, then slammed the cup back down onto the table, hard.

You were surprised that the cup didn't break.

The pair took that as a sign to take a step back. Hilda placed a hand on yours, and squeezed it comfortingly.

"If she was having a baby she would've told you all," Jeremiah pointed out, placing his newspaper down, not seeing any point to the women's nonsense.

You all sat tensely, waiting for brunch to be cooked and brought out.

"Is something burning?" Ada broke the thick silence, and you went to snap at her for saying something so ridiculous, but you soon smelled the scent yourself.

You all quickly looked back over at the house, and through the window you could see Finn, now rushing around with a smoking frying pan, everyone else in the kitchen laughing at him.

He left through the kitchen door, and after a few beats he appeared through the side door, rushing to the railing and throwing the burnt stuff onto the ground.

"What did you manage to burn, Finny boy?" Jeremiah called out to the boy, and Finn rolled his eyes.

"He burnt the onion!" Saoirse yelled out of the window, giggling.

"You shush, little miss," Finn commanded, pointing the frying pan at her, but grinned as she still giggled away.

"Finn, I was looking forward to having onion on my hamburger. Bee, divorce your husband," Ezzie joked, and you chuckled.

"I shall have to, the smell of burnt stuff stinks," You complained, screwing up your nose as you took a sip of your ginger beer.

"You know, they sort of look like you, (Y/N)," Finn said as he looked down at the burnt mess, then up at you.

"Finn Theo Shelby, stop comparing me to fucking onions! Push my buttons again and you're sleeping on the couch tonight," You said to your husband, narrowing your eyes at him, and the people around you started cackling.

"Love you," Finn threw over his shoulder before walking back inside.

•••

You all had a good brunch. Oscar and the kids had washed up and put away, and now you were all scattered around the house, either napping or relaxing. The kids were out on the play equipment with the cat and dogs.

You were stood in the kitchen with Ada, eating some leftover muffins, pencilling in Saoirse's next dentist appointment on the calendar. Ada came over and bumped you to the side, then started flipping around the calendar herself.

"What in the fuck are you looking for?" You asked her as she counted days, flipping back and forth between the pages.

"Couldn't find it, doesn't matter," She replied, and you rolled your eyes, downing the last of your drink.

"You right watching the kids? I feel tired," You said, and she nodded telling you to go and sleep and that she'd get the kids inside to colour so she could nap too.

You walked out to the hallway, and stuck your head through the doorway of the living room, where all of the couches were taken. Oscar and Bonnie were asleep on the couches in front of the fire. Hilda and Jeremiah were asleep on the couches surrounding the green rug.

You headed down the hallway to the smaller guest room, and stuck your head in the doorway there. Isiah and your sister were sound asleep, your sister snoring softly. You looked across the hall. Polly and Aberama.

You walked back down the hallway, into the living room and up the stairs, going down to your own room.

Finn was making himself comfortable in the bed, eyes half closed as he did so. You wasted no time kicking off your shoes and crawling into bed with him.

Finn quickly moved so he was flush against you, humming contentedly as you drifted off to dreamland, your husband not far behind you.

§§§

Chapter forty is next — it feels surreal to have a fanfic with such a high chapter count lmao

Also, honest question to you readers; Would you prefer me to follow the plot of the show and kill off Bonnie, or leave him alive?

Love y'all ❤️

- Sunflower x

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Part 40

#finn shelby #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby x y/n #finn shelby x you #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #x reader #arthur shelby #finn shelby fanfic #tommy shelby

[allexandrianrejects]

Solveig Nydoorin

Gender: cis man

Age: 3 years older than Yasha Nydoorin

Sexuality: bisexual

Race: Fallen Aasimar

Alignment: Considers himself True Neutral, many others rather say Lawful Evil (in the DnD term of evil)

Class: Arctic Circle of Land Druid

FC: Joel Fry

(note to the uninitiated of Scandinavian languages, Solveig is pronounced SOLE-vay)

Bio under cut

Healthy children to continue on and protect the clan were of upmost importance to the Dolorav tribe. So, as the man of a match who had produced one child, one who seemed a strange one even in its early years, his wife was to take on another match to produce more children. While the new match only had one more child, Yasha was already stronger than her elder brother Solveig and seemed to have a much greater capability physically than him. Better yet that this power came from a girl in a matriarchal society.

The older trained as his sister did, though physicality was not his strong suit, more one to dodge than head into battle. However, those attempting to train him were aware of the fact that he took to nature, showing interest in plants and animals, even sometimes the carcasses of animals (though it was clear he enjoyed them more with life in them); it was the then herbalists and druids took over the training, taking him into that sacred space that the Doloravs mostly kept away form non-women. As they taught him of plants, how to grow flora and know what could be used against an enemy and what could be used to feed a family, he taught himself as well. His hands touched the cool earth near the marsh on winter evenings. He spent time in thundersnow when they rested in the taigas farther north. Something about the cold was comforting, and he learned from nature, his druidic power from training now molding into something which thrived in the ice and snow or created it around him. It was in that time in finding himself that the first flecks of white started to appear in his dark hair, not yet very noticeable.

Yasha had grown into a powerful warrior, the Orphanmaker. He had not yet given his Marking, still needing a kill among his own tribe to prove he was strong enough; some thought he should have been ashamed to be surpassed by his younger sister, especially when she could do no pride to his deceased father, as she was not his daughter. All the same, Solveig loved his sister dearly and did not resent her for her strength. He was proud of her. At this point, he was established as an odd weak link anyways with a fascination with the frost and rot, things loathed by other druids. It was shortly before his sister’s illicit wedding that he earned his own Marking, ice knives making claws from his fingers as he ripped at the throat of someone who threatened to spill the truth Yasha and Zuala’s romance. Solveig showed the body but did not tell the story, taking his oath and earning the name Snowsquall. It was as he took his oath that others noticed the white tips to his dark, curly hair; even his eyelashes and beard seemingly covered in frost at the very end.

A few days later, with a somewhat religious position in the clan, he preformed the ceremony for his sister’s wedding.

He knew not how anyone was found out, but he was apparently not among those who were caught. Still, that didn’t meant he was going to take it sitting down. While Yasha fled, he was witness to his new sister-in-law’s execution, unleashing a blight upon the executioner and removing the moisture from their body. As others tried to stop him, he wildshaped, taking on the form of a direwolf to carve a bloody path through them, only stopping when he was shot by an arrow and blacked out before he could exact any revenge on the Skyspear herself. He woke up in a tent with chains all over his body. ...little did they comprehend that he could cool the chains so severely until the broke with ease.

Solveig ran as soon as he was free. As he built himself outside of his clan, he realized that many first impressions of druids were that they were kind and wise people; perhaps he played into that stereotype by speaking softly and wearing flowers in his two-toned hair. People were quick to ignore the moments of necrotic chill they felt near him and the sallowness that overtook his skin, making him look nearly perpetually frostbitten. Outside of the tribe, it was easier to live to the expectations of being ruthless. And part of him, the dark part that he’d attempted to keep hidden, was craving to let go and be brutal.

Winter passed through Wildemount, as the Snowsquall, the Blinding Death, searched to find his younger sister once more.

#muses #muse: Solveig #about Solveig

[ketso]

Episode 15

Risuna, Keith and I now live together. Trust me, it's not the peaches and cream that you are thinking of. He bought some simplex house in Bryanston. It's close to work for him. It's a four-bedroom simplex house. Risuna has his nursery. I have my own bedroom - he let me have the main bedroom. Risuna still sleeps with me though. Keith sleeps in another bedroom by himself.

We are cordial. And I won't lie to myself, I'm falling in love with him. It's a dangerous feeling to feel for your roommate. I mean he's married. His wife still phones him for favours and he gives them to her. That, in my view, makes it more than clear that his heart is still with her. I'm just the woman who carried and birthed his child, like it was always meant to be. I'm scared that if I try to be with him despite the wife element and the fact that we agreed we are doing this for Risuna, I will end up heartbroken. More than that, things will be awkward. I'd feel like I'm also cornering him into not saying no to me because he already feels indebted to me for birthing his son, so why would he say no to some kisses, cuddles and sex? Let me just keep to myself. Let me just co-parent with him. In Keith's eyes, I'm just Risuna's mother.

I've just finished showering. Risuna is in the house making a noise with his dad. I guess I'll make lunch for the three of us. I heard Keith saying something about going to a zoo. I didn't take him seriously because every Saturday, there's always something that he has to do with his wife. So now that he's actually here today. I'm wondering if we really are going to go to the zoo. Plus, I want to take advantage that he's here and available to look after Risuna so I can go and see Wandi in hospital.

I wear a cute short but classy dress. Wandi made this for me when I was pregnant and she said the goal after birthing the baby is to fit back into this dress. Today, I fit. It's tight around my boobs then opens up with flare under my boobs. It's actually cute. My legs look very nice in it. I comb out my relaxed hair then put a pearl Alice band on my hair. I wear sandals with my outfit. Maybe this outfit will give me a hint of where Keith stands with this situation that he and I find ourselves in.

"Dumelang", I greet them as I enter the TV room where they are sitting and playing on Risuna's play mat.

I had to give all the gifts that Sizwe got me to Morafe. Keith just took over nje and wanted nothing to do with the gifts that Sizwe got me.

"Hello mommy. You look so beautiful", Keith says.

I smile at him.

"I'm going to make us lunch. What are you feeling like?" Me.

"Whatever you are making is good with me." He says.

"I'll fry some potato chips and make a club sandwich. Is that okay?" Me.

He smiles at me. It's a yes for him.

I head into the kitchen.

They follow me - Risuna is in Keith's arms.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asks me.

"Yeah. It feels different though... not having to work and just being here with Risuna. I hope you don't feel like I'm using you", I say.

"Bassie, come on. This is us. We've never used each other. I'd never think that of you", he says.

I nod my head.

His cellphone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket. I see the caller ID. It's his wife. I'm already annoyed.

"Hey".

...

"Sure. What's up?"

...

"I was actually planning to spend time with Bassie and Risuna today."

...

"Yeah, but I have a family now. And the agreement was that you give me enough notice so I can plan my weekends properly. I can't just change my day and drop my son because things just came up with you."

...

"You are being unreasonable now. This is supposed to work for both of us, not just you."

...

"Fine."

He hangs up.

"I thought you were filing for a divorce", I say.

"It's a bit complicated", he says.

"I see. Are you still sleeping with her?"

"Bassie -

"Actually, forget I asked."

"I'm not sleeping with her, Bassie. I'm not sleeping with anyone." He says.

I'm quiet.

"This is just not a good time for her to be going through a divorce", he says.

"Just like it wasn't a good time for her to be a mother six months into a pregnancy she made me go through?"

"Bassie-

"I'm just the idiot biological mother who was sacrificing so much for a man I love more than any man I'll probably ever know. But I've never meant anything to him. His wife has always come first and will always come first. All I'll ever be is Risuna's incubator. I’m sure if your wife wanted you and Risuna back, you'd just rip him out of my arms and leave me to sort myself out."

He stares at me. I don't know what to make of his stare.

"Are you joining us for lunch or do you have to go?" Me.

He's still a bit... in a state of stillness.

I just keep moving about in the kitchen.

...

Basetsana has exploded. I knew this day was coming, but I never expected her to say the things that she has just said to me. I'm sitting in the TV room watching my kid move around and discover what his body can do, I ponder on what his mother said to me. What's ringing the most in my mind is her saying that she loves me. Bassie and I have always loved each other. I've never doubted that she loves me and that I love her. But the way she said to me - after shitting on me about not filing for my divorce - it's more than the love we've had and shared over these years.

I don't think I'm going to that lunch that her father invited us to.

My cellphone rings. It's Noria.

"Yes?"

"Where are you? Dad is expecting us in the next ten minutes", she says.

"I'm not coming." I say.

She takes a deep breath.

"Keith, we've spoken about this." She says.

"I'm spending the day with my family today. Send my regrets to everyone."

"Don't do this, Keith. If you want an amicable divorce from me, you will think very carefully about what you are trying to do to me right now."

"Do your worst. You can expect the divorce papers from my law team on Monday."

I hang up.

She tries to phone me again. I don't pick up her call. She tries again. This time I block her.

"I left your food in the microwave. I'm not sure what your plan is", Bassie says as she takes Risuna. She has a bag and everything with her.

"Where are you guys going?" I ask her.

She just looks at me then leaves. I look outside the window and I see an Uber picking her up.

Ja no, I'm in shit.

...

It's been hours now since they've left. Bassie's phone is off and I'm getting really worried. I text Senzi, Wandi's husband. Maybe he knows something that Wandi may have mentioned to him.

"Yo. I'm looking for Bassie. I'm wondering if you've heard anything?"

He replies instantly saying, "They are here with us at the hospital. Don't stress, Wandi's mom is driving them back home in a few."

That's a relief.

"Thanks bro", me.

He sends me a thumbs up.

I wait another hour before Bassie walks in. Risuna is passed out in her arms. I get up and take their bag from them. She goes to put Risuna down.

He's up and crying now, so I guess Bassie is bathing him. It's always war when this happens. Then, it gets better when she breastfeeds him. That's when I go and drain his baby bathtub. I try to help as best as I can.

Now, we put him to sleep together.

When he's asleep, Bassie and I go the TV room. I guess we are going to talk. She's pissed off.

"The card is blocked", she says.

"Huh?"

"The card that you gave me that's supposed to have money for Risuna and me... it's blocked. That's why Wandi's mother had to bring us back home. We couldn't get and Uber back because the card is blocked." She says.

"That’s not possible. That's my account. I'd have to block it and -

Shit!

Noria blocked our cards.

"I'm sorry. It must be Noria trying to get back at me for not making it to today's event and me saying that she will have the divorce papers delivered to her by Monday." I say to her.

"Why is she blocking your account? How can she do that without your consent?" She asks me.

"Listen, I'll sort this out." I say.

I give her another card.

"This is an account she didn't know about and still doesn't know about. Use this until everything is sorted, okay?"

She stares at me.

Then she says, "How bad is this going to get?"

"I don't know. She's not going to make it easy. And with her father running for some government position, she cannot afford a divorce right now. So, it will be bad." I say.

"Keith, why don't we move to a smaller place? Something more affordable. We don't need all of this. Then when the dust has settled, we can come back to this life. I'll even go back to work. But if you insist on this life, it will be easy for her to hold you hostage." She says. Wow, this woman!

"I want the best for my son... and you", I say.

"We know. Teaching a child the value of suffering is teaching him what's best. He will be fine."

"I don't want you to go back to work."

"Then we have to move. But if we stay here, I'm going back to work", I say.

I nod my head.

She turns to walk away from me, but I hold onto her wrist and she turns to face me again.

"I love you too, Basetsana." I tell her.

She gives me a look that I cannot understand.

She pulls her hand from me.

She pulls her dress down.

It's finally happening.

I take off my t-shirt and pull my shorts down. Then I carry her to my bedroom. That's where my condoms are.

We are kissing all over each other.

I put her down on the bed.

I get my condoms.

I see her staring at my wall. Oh shit. She's never been in here. I have an A0-sized photograph of her and my son on the wall. I love them being the last thing I see every night and the first thing I see every morning.

"Keith -

I sit on the edge of my bed. I’m really horny. But I have to focus.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just... I want you guys to be the last thing I see every night and the first thing I see every morning. You are my purpose." I tell her.

"Keith, why did you marry her? Why didn't we end up together? I mean, since we were kids, our story was written in the stars."

I can't even answer her.

"I cried myself to sleep on your wedding day." She tells me.

"I'm sorry, Bassie. I really am." I tell her.

I hear her sniffing and I see her wiping her tears.

"I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, Keith." She says.

She walks out of my bedroom.

I find myself crying too.

It's morning before I know it and I don't feel like going to the kitchen. I know she's up because there's noise of dishes and pots. My son sleeps in a lot, so he's probably still fast asleep.

I check my email.

I see something from Noria. She's asking me for a meeting before we meet with the lawyers. I just ignore it.

I have to put on some big boy pants on and go face Bassie.

I wear some pants then walk out topless. She saw me all the way naked yesterday. I saw her all the way naked too and she is looking like something I'd tap any day and any time.

"Good morning", I greet her.

She's in shorts and a tank top. She looks really nice.

"Hey", she says without looking at me.

"You slept okay?" I ask her.

"I had to help myself after you had me all heated and didn't finish", she says and giggles.

I laugh too since she opened that up for me.

"I'm sorry. But to be fair, you left me", I say.

She looks at me and laughs.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to-

"Bassie, please. Honestly, I'm glad we spoke about that. We needed to talk about it." I say.

"I just don't want us to -

I pull her into a hug. She hugs me too. I kiss the top of her head. She is quite short.

"I was also up all night looking for cheaper places we could stay in. I found a promising one. It's a two-bedroom apartment in a place called Boksburg, in the Eastrand. It's very affordable. It's a quarter of what we are paying here", she says.

"You know we don't have to do this right?" I say.

"I know. But I want to. When the time is right, we will have what we really want", she says.

I lift her head up towards my face. I kiss her. She kisses me back.

"I'll go view the place today. If you are free, we can go together", she says.

"I'd love to go with you. But I have to meet with my lawyer. I trust your judgment."

She smiles at me.

"The lawyer is coming here. So you can use the car." He says.

"You sure?" She asks me.

"I promise", me.

We kiss again.

"Can we finish what we started last night?" Me.

She laughs at me.

Risuna cries.

"Your turn, daddy", she says.

I laugh and go get my son.