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Kinktober Day 27 - Somnophilia

Today's prompt was: Somnophilia

You Look Rested - 2,138 Rated: E Content: Consensual Somnophilia; Hand job; Oral sex; Come swallowing

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“Master, did you ever—”

Anakin snapped his mouth shut when he saw Obi-Wan lying on his bed, completely and utterly dead to the world, the galaxy, and all the troubles in it. Pressing his datapad to his chest Anakin was about to step back out of Obi-Wan’s room when he noticed that, in addition to being very dead to the world, he was also very naked. He was collapsed on top of the sheets, chest rising and falling evenly with his hand resting on his stomach and the other across the pillow. His legs were slightly spread, soft cock resting on his thigh which Anakin could still make out in the gloom of the room, the sight of it tempting even in its relaxed state.

Obi-Wan must have truly been exhausted if he’d not even bothered to slip under the covers. Anakin didn’t blame him. Obi-Wan had been run off his feet for the last few weeks, asked to carry out different duties at the Temple while he was planetside. It seemed the Council and all of Obi-Wan’s various responsibilities didn’t care about the term ‘Leave.'

Like 'leave Obi-Wan the fuck alone.'

Continuing his admiration of Obi-Wan’s body, Anakin soaked in the strong muscles lax beneath pale skin, hair dense and thick across his chest and groin, lips parted in a soft snore that Anakin adored when he wasn’t also trying to sleep. Obi-Wan’s cock was still ridiculously large even in a soft state, foreskin pulled up over the head, with his balls tucked tight beneath, round and full and heavy.

Anakin swallowed the spit in his mouth and stepped quietly toward the bed, eyes skirting up toward Obi-Wan’s face to make sure he was still asleep.

There had been a spoken rule between the two at the very start of their relationship, that should Anakin ever feel the urge to do something while Obi-Wan was sleeping, he has permission - just as long as he didn’t do anything too strange. Anakin wasn’t sure what Obi-Wan considered strange, but as he’d not been kicked off the bed yet he supposed he was still within his limits.

Obi-Wan looked like he needed this. He deserved it, in fact. Some relaxation to go along with his… relaxation.

Dropping the datapad on the side table Anakin stripped off his leather tabards before approaching the end of the bed. Obi-Wan hadn’t moved an inch since Anakin had stepped inside, his breathing still even and body still pliable. Sitting on the edge of the mattress Anakin reached out with his flesh hand and took Obi-Wan’s soft cock in it, letting it rest across his palm, weighted and warm and soft. Obi-Wan remained quiet, breathing even, legs still spread obscenely.

Anakin wasn’t really an expert on cock. He’d seen some in the communal ‘freshers that he tried to ignore, and watched a few in holovids, but other than his own, Obi-Wan’s was the first one he was allowed to touch. And to kiss. And to suck. And then, take inside him. But despite his inexperience, Anakin was certain Obi-Wan’s was the best there was. Thick and heavy when fully hard, it stretched Anakin’s lips and hole apart in the most satisfying way, filling him up until he was quaking and quivering, orgasm after orgasm ripped from his body. His foreskin was also a delight to Anakin, Anakin teasing Obi-Wan by playing with the tip, pulling it gently before letting it slide back down, coating Obi-Wan’s whole entire length in his precome.

That too was a joy to collect on his tongue, salty and sticky, marking the skin across Anakin’s cheeks and chin.

Making sure Obi-Wan was still asleep Anakin played with Obi-Wan’s foreskin now, gently tugging the skin before sliding it down to expose the spongy, pink head. He did this a few more times, liking how the velvety skin felt beneath the pads of his fingers, and how the soft manipulation was enough for Obi-Wan’s cock to twitch in interest. With his mechno-hand he reached between Obi-Wan’s legs and rolled his balls, pressing his thumb between the seam.

Obi-Wan sighed and shifted, but otherwise remained asleep.

Tilting his head to the side Anakin admired Obi-Wan’s cock as it twitched, and pulled the foreskin back again to watch a pearl of precome bead up at the slit, thick and glassy coloured as it dropped on the leather glove of his mechno-hand. Sighing, he unclipped the glove and tossed it onto the floor along with his tabards before slipping between Obi-Wan’s legs. His shoulders bumped Obi-Wan’s thighs apart, weight causing the mattress to creak, but Obi-Wan didn’t move much save for a small stretch that opened his legs up even further.

Maybe he was dreaming about these sensations - of Anakin’s mouth and Anakin’s hands and Anakin’s hole, twitching and eager and already sloppy. The thought of Obi-Wan fantasizing about fucking him made Anakin moan softly, and he collected spit in his mouth before spilling across Obi-Wan’s semi-hard length. Holding back another moan as he watched the spit slide down the ridging and veins of Obi-Wan’s length, Anakin let it pool at the base while he pressed his nose against the crook of Obi-Wan’s hip and breathed in deep.

Obi-Wan smelled divine here - Anakin had always thought so. It was Obi-Wan’s musk mixed with soaps and sweat, unique to Obi-Wan and something only Anakin got to have across his cheeks and along his neck, dense on his tongue and deep in his lungs. He wore it like a perfume, reveling in how he smelled like Obi-Wan - like his sex and his come and his sweat. Anakin let out a desperate little huff before breathing in again, his flesh hand now stroking Obi-Wan to full hardness. Obi-Wan sighed and thrust up a little into Anakin’s touch, but his movements were stilted and slow, Anakin knowing that Obi-Wan was still in the throws of what he probably thought was a very relaxing dream.

A gentle probe through their bond confirmed it, Obi-Wan’s presence in it muted by sleep.

Poking his tongue out, Anakin laved it across Obi-Wan’s groin, tongue firm along the dense curls of his pubic hair and the soft skin at the base of his length. Coating Obi-Wan’s crotch in his spit, Anakin continued to stroke him to full length, loving the feeling of the muscle expanding beneath his touch, hot and wet with precome. The slick sound of Obi-Wan’s foreskin sliding up and over the head before being pulled back down resounded throughout the space, Anakin’s heavy breathing as he sucked on Obi-Wan’s balls mixing with it.

Force, Anakin loved Obi-Wan’s balls. They were so thick and weighted in his mouth, skin soft and smooth. Anakin loved how drool would collect along the sides of his lips and drool out, coating his chin in his desperation as he sucked and licked and kissed Obi-Wan’s balls. He’d once made Obi-Wan come from this manipulation alone, teasing Obi-Wan for once and not the other way around, his hungry mouth making Obi-Wan shake and quiver as he ground down and down, searching for more before—

But Anakin wanted more, and Obi-Wan deserved more.

Lifting his head he caught his breath, his attention focused on Obi-Wan’s features as he continued to stroke his cock with a lazy grip. Obi-Wan’s brows were furrowed and his chest was rising and falling faster, but other than that he was still oblivious to the fact that whatever nice dreams he was having was a reality.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan whimpered softly.

Anakin bit the inside of his cheek to stop from moaning and waking Obi-Wan up, and instead took the tip of Obi-Wan’s cock in his mouth. Groaning softly as precome spilled across his tongue, Anakin closed his eyes and suckled on the tip. Running his tongue along the ridging of Obi-Wan’s fat cock-head, Anakin sucked and sucked, collecting more precome as Obi-Wan throbbed in his mouth.

Sliding down a little further he enjoyed the stretch along the corners of his lips, and how his spit slipped down along with Obi-Wan’s spend, the combination of the two making Anakin's stomach clench. Obi-Wan remained asleep even as Anakin started bobbing, slow easy movements that dragged Anakin’s tongue down the underside of Obi-Wan’s cock, vein thick and ridged. One of the first thing they’d ever done together was suck each other off, Obi-Wan dropping to his knees to take Anakin, his eyes like jewels as he stared up at him and demanded his focus even as he pressed his lips along the side of Anakin’s cock and licked all the way down.

Memories of that moment made Anakin do the same. Cupping Obi-Wan’s cock he dragged his lips up and down, groaning as Obi-Wan thrust up a little into the touch. The skin of his cock was so soft, slick with spend and Anakin’s spit, tasting of salt and skin and something else unique to Obi-Wan. He repeated the action a few more times, stalling at the base to suck before he took Obi-Wan back into his mouth, sinking all the way until his throat clicked.

Bobbing his head he started humming, taking Obi-Wan as far as he could - which was almost to the base at this point - before sliding back up. Bracing his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips he kept him pressed to the mattress, mindful of his weight as Obi-Wan continued to sleep through what Anakin thought was a pretty amazing blowjob. Keeping up the steady, luxurious pace, Anakin relaxed his throat as much as he could before stopping just as his throat seized and his nose almost touched Obi-Wan’s bush.

“Anakin…”

Pride flared through Anakin again at the soft, pleading tone. The fact that Obi-Wan was dreaming about him making Anakin delirious with pleasure. Of course Obi-Wan would only dream of him - could only dream of him. He was his Padawan, his lover, his everything. Even in dreams they were made for one another.

Sliding back up Anakin caught his breath, brushing his hand along his lips and chin. Obi-Wan’s cock was throbbing between his legs, thick and red and covered in a thin sheen of spit. His balls were pulled up tight, and the way he was fidgeting told Anakin he was almost there. With that in mind he returned to his duty, sliding Obi-Wan back into his mouth before bobbing.

Lips stretched, throat sore, tears springing up at the corners of his eyes, Anakin felt beautiful as he coaxed Obi-Wan to the edge. He could feel Obi-Wan’s hips stutter and stall, and latched his lips along the head just as Obi-Wan spilled. Suckling on the head, Anakin collected as much of Obi-Wan’s come as he could, swallowing it greedily as it was poured into him, thick and heady and delicious. Obi-Wan was breathing heavily, little moans barely heard amongst the pounding of blood through Anakin’s skull as he milked Obi-Wan for all he was worth.

Once done Anakin sat up and collected himself. Obi-Wan shifted, his legs closing as he rolled on to his side, Anakin slipping out from between them at the last second. He’d come too far to have Obi-Wan wake now.

Standing, Anakin took in a few deep mouthfuls of humid air, the smell and taste of sex dense in the the back of his throat. Brushing the back of his hand along his lips, he tried to clean himself up as much as he could. Grabbing his tabards he put them back on before taking back his datapad, his duties for the day still unfinished. He gave Obi-Wan one last appreciative look, noting the pink on his cheeks and the sweat beaded up along his brow, and how for once Obi-Wan looked truly contented.

Kissing Obi-Wan on the cheek, Anakin made sure his semi-hard cock wasn’t visible before leaving the room.

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“You look rested.”

Obi-Wan quirked a brow and looked at Anakin from across the table, a pleased expression on his face. “Do I?”

“Yeah,” Anakin said. He shoved a spoonful of soup in his mouth and chewed on the bits of vegetable. “You take a nap or something?”

“I did. And you’re right - I did wake up feeling very refreshed.”

Anakin grinned. “Good. You deserve it, Master.”

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animebaby00 · 2 years

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Sex on the Beach (Drunk! Armin Arlert x Female! Reader) - College AU

The city was like nothing you had ever seen. Tall, immaculate buildings. Lights as far as the eye could see. Cars rushing and weaving in and out along the packed, busy roads. It was so different in comparison to the small neighborhood you had grown up in and you planned on exploring and experiencing as much as you could.

However, there was one, teensy problem.

“Ugghhh…” you groaned, throwing your bag on the floor, “Man I’m beat.”

Legs heavy and eyes droopy, you dragged your body across the room with the intent to crash onto one of the clean, freshly made beds, not giving a damn whose was whose. You could figure that out later when you weren’t at the point of collapsing. Sleep was your goal and that’s exactly what you were going to do, regardless that you were still in your day clothes that were sticky with sweat and reeked of bus diesel.

No matter. You would just set your alarm 15 minutes earlier than usual so you could shower and spray your bed sheets with perfume before you had to head out tomorrow. The next few days were going to be busy so you needed as much rest as possible.

You lazily removed your shoes, leaving them out of the way so no one would trip over them, and flopped onto the bed by a large, curtain drawn window. A yawn left your lips, arms stretching above your head as you caught sight of your luggage resting against the wall in addition to a carry-on that was sitting next to the room’s sofa that was filled with your laptop, documents, and brochures that your teacher had provided for you the day before.

It had taken some time, but you slowly began to realize that college was nothing like highschool. Ever since you had started at your university 2 years ago, there had been countless nights filled with work and events you had no choice but to attend, so whenever you had time to yourself, you would either spend it with your friends or do something you enjoyed.

It wasn’t all bad though, as college had provided you with opportunities you never thought you would experience. And right now, despite your exhaustion, you were immensely glad to be in your current situation. Enrolled at Maria University, working towards your degrees in biology and marine science, and on a class field trip that put you smack in the middle of the great, capital city of Shiganshina.

You had been waiting for this day for weeks when it had first been announced in your biology class. For 5 days, your whole class would be conducting research at Shiganshina’s Museum of Science, a grand building that contained everything from dinosaur fossils to its very own aquarium. Everyone got to pick their desired field within the museum and would be required to meet at a specific location everyday for lessons, then would be released to complete any assignments given as well and be given the chance to explore the city.

Today was no exception, as it had mostly been used for the actual car drive to Shiganshina which was about 2 hours away from your university, student check in at the hotel and pair ups (you were paired to share a room with your friends Mikasa and Sasha), and a brief class check in at the museum to discuss what the next 5 days would consist of. It sounds simple enough, but in actuality, everything had completely taken up the whole day, leaving you utterly drained by the time you returned to the hotel. Initially, you had planned to go out for dinner and hang out with your friends, but you were pretty sure that you would have collapsed if you tried.

So here you were, alone in your hotel room in sweet, blissful silence, wondering how on earth Mikasa and Sasha and everyone else had it in them to party after such a hectic day. Even your boyfriend was out and about with his own friends. It had taken a bit of convincing on your end since you didn’t want him to miss out on some well deserved lounge time simply because you were tired. In the end, he agreed (albeit a little hesitantly) and was dragged off to some restaurant by a few guys in your class that were long time friends of his. Eren, who you knew well enough since he was also friends with Mikasa, along with a bald headed kid named Connie, a freckled one named Marco, and one last one whose name you couldn’t quite remember. Jack? Jeff? All you could recall was that it started with a J. That, and his face had, for some reason, reminded you of a horse.

If you had been more awake, you could probably find it somewhere it yourself to remember. But you were so damn tired that your brain was near the point of short circuiting and you knew that you’d be a total mess the next day if you didn’t get enough sleep.

Using the last bit of your energy, you quickly slipped out of your clothes and dressed yourself in a pair of sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt. You then grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge in the hotel room in case you got thirsty in the middle of the night while additionally grabbing your phone charger from your bag. After making sure the device was charging, you leveled your fatigued body onto the bed and under the covers before proceeding to make 2 more small but essential efforts. With quick taps, you set your alarm for the next day, then opened your messaging app. A plethora of names entered your view, but a certain one by the name of “Minnie <3” was the one you selected. Fingers gliding across the screen, you began typing a quick message to your bookworm of a boyfriend.

“Hey, just letting you know that I’m turning in for the night. I may not reply, but send me a message when you get back to the hotel so I know you’re safe. Don’t have TOO much fun without me, okay? >.< See you tomorrow. Xoxoxo.”

With a satisfied hum, you pressed send and turned your phone off, setting it on the nightstand while also reaching out to switch off the yellow shaded lamp at your bedside.

A soft *click and the room was dark, increasing your sleepy state once more. With a sigh, you pulled the blankets under your chin and let your head fall into the crisp, white pillows, body relaxing upon the wonderfully soft mattress. It didn’t take long, 5 minutes at the most, when you were finally wrapped up in sleep’s warm embrace.

~~~~~*Timeskip

*knock *knock *knock

“..….”

*knock *knock *knock

“..Mmmmmph…”

*knock *knock *knock

“...Agh….what the hell?”

Groaning softly, you shifted your body so that you were propped up on your forearms, wondering who and what it was that had woken you up. Just a simple look around your hotel room showed you that it was still night time, the area around you still near pitch black minus the dim, white light of the moon casting through the cracks of the curtains.

You rubbed your sleep filled eyes, yawning loudly while also reaching out a weak hand to grab your phone. The screen lit up with the contact, allowing you to catch a quick glimpse at the time.

11:47, and considering you had gotten back to the hotel room at 9, that meant almost 3 hours had passed by.

You put your phone back down and looked to your left, catching the faint outline of the remaining two beds meant for Mikasa and Sasha. Squinting a bit, you could see that they were still empty with no evidence of the two girls in sight, the sheets and pillows still completely undisturbed.

“Guess they must still be out. ” you thought, stretching your arms, “But they should have their key cards to get in so why-”

KNOCK* KNOCK* KNOCK* KNOCK* KNOCK*

“Okay! Okay!” with a huff, you threw the blankets of your body, “I'm coming! Just give me a sec will ya!”

You quickly turned the lamp on and and stood, hastily making your way over to the hotel’s rooms door. Stopping at the entryway, you reached out and grabbed the door knob, twisted it, and yanked it open, ready to reprimand whoever was on the other side.

“What the hell do you want? Do you have any idea how late it-?”

“Y/NNNNNNN !”

You paused, eyes blowing wide at the individual in front of you as all sense of anger you had had disappeared into thin air, replaced with what you could really only describe as confusion.

A male stood before you, his body stupidly sluggish against the wall. His head was tilted to the side, face blushed a dark crimson, with baby blue eyes glazed over and half lidded. Golden bangs lay messy and disheavled across his forehead, a complete 180 to how it usually was. Upon further inspection, the same went for his clothes. A white shirt that would typically be tucked and crisp was wrinkled and unbuttoned, showing off a little bit of the boy’s chest. And you knew him well enough that he would never, EVER walk around like that out of his own volition.

So naturally, as you tried your best to form words of much needed inquisition, you found yourself struggling. It was just such a bizarre situation for your brain to handle at such ungodly hours of the night. And so, after many seconds of useless pondering and clogged comprehension, all you ended up uttering was-

“A-Armin? What are you doing here? ”

With the widest of smiles on his face, the boy practically fell against you, body wracking itself into a sudden fit of giggles.

“Ack! Armin-!?”

“That’s meeeeee…” he slurred, poking your chest with his index finger. Then, he looked up at you, lip immediately puffing out into a pout “I was wondering what was taking you so long. I reallyyyyy wanted to see you. You weren'ts trying to ignore me, was youuu?

“Uh, uhm. N-no I-”

“You were!’ He exclaimed, gripping your shirt, “You h-hwesitatedd to answer!”

“But I didn’t-”

“How could *hic you?” he whimpered, burying his face into your chest, “After I come alllll diis way to see you!”

“Ar-”

“I’ll n-never forgives you! Y-you’re so *hic m-mean Y/NNNN! ”

A vein poppped in your forehead, eye twitching.

“ How is it mean when you didn’t even let me answer!?” you thought.

Exhaling softly, you gently pried Armin’s hands from your shirt, his palms shaking in yours, and it was now that you noticed something else.

His smell.

Because of his now extremely close proximity to you, it was stronger than before and you had thought it was your nose playing tricks on you, but you were positive now that you knew what it was. Laced in his pores and in his breath, even wafting off the fabric of his clothes, was the unmistakable scent of alcohol.

It all made sense now, although you thought you’d never see the day.

Armin. Your sweet, lovable, caring, responsible, Armin…

Was drunk.

This…this was going to be interesting.

“Armin…” you asked, trying to look at him “How many drinks did you have tonight?”

“A *hic feeeew…” he slurred.

“Okay, how many is a few?”

He looked up at you and held up his hand.

“Dis many!”

“So…5.”

“Wrongsies!” he giggled, “Try again!”

You groaned, palming your forehead, ““Armin, I’m not trying to play games with you right now. You’re drunk and the last thing we need is to get caught out here like this. So please, you need to come with me and…”

“M’not drunk! ”

Another sigh escaped you. Of course that was the only part he actually acknowledged, and because of his denial, you knew for a fact that it was true.

Whining like a 7 year old child, the blonde once again buried his face into your chest, pitifully swatting at your arm.

“Ur’s no fun Y/N. No fun at all…”

Wow. Now that was odd to hear. Usually it was you trying to get Armin to have fun, whether taking a risk or two or trying something you’ve never done before, whether an activity or even trying a new food. Hell, it was you who told him to go out that evening and let loose, convinced that it would be good for him.

Now however, you were starting to regret doing that. But it’s not like you could undo the past. You’ve faced harder and now that you had a feel for the situation, all you had to do was change how you were going to go about it.

Once more, you softly gripped Armin’s shoulders.

“Armin,” you tried again, this time in a more gentle fashion, “Hey, look at me.”

He mumbled something incoherent against your chest, but you could have sworn you heard the words ‘Y/N’ and ‘Big meanie’. Sighing again, you lifted his arm over the back of your neck, holding him in place against your side.

You wanted to figure this out, but a hotel’s hallway wasn’t the most ideal place to do that, giving you no other choice than to guide your drunk boyfriend into your hotel room. At this point, you didn’t know whether or not you’d get in trouble for this, and honestly, you didn’t give a damn. At this point in your life, you were expected to act like an adult, so that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

“Okay Armin,” you urged, patting his back, “What do you say we go on a little walk, hm?”

Taking a step forward, you pulled Armin along with you, his footsteps dragging against the carpet. At some point, he had started giggling uncontrollably again, making it that much harder to guide him. He would speak and mumble utter nonsense, and at one point he had even started singing. Not quietly though, oh no. He seemed intent for the whole world to hear him as he bellowed out lyrics that were several octaves too high and you couldn’t help but cringe at just how loud it sounded in what’s supposed to be a quiet atmosphere.

But it seemed that Armin couldn’t have cared less.

“WeRe gOinG oN a tRip iN oOr faVoriTe rocKetsHip. ZoOmiNg thRouGh thE sKy~!”

“Shhhhh….Armin!” You whispered, “ You need to be quiet! Or else you might wake someone up!”

To your surprise, he had actually stopped, opting to hum the tune instead. He was still incredibly off key though and still a little on the loud side, but it was nothing in comparison to his little “Serenade” that he had called it from before.

Mental note. Don’t ever let Armin take up singing unless you wanted to lose your hearing.

Actually, now that you were thinking about it…maybe that’s why he always denied his turn when you and your friends had gone out to karaoke. There had been a few occasions where you had sung duets together so you never really got the chance to hear his singing voice by itself and you meant this in the nicest way possible that you were sort of glad for that. Then again, your voice wasn’t anything special either…

“Okay, okay… not important right now.” you thought, shaking your head, “Let’s just focus on NOT face planting into the carpet.”

It took some time (and a lot of stumbling), but you finally managed to get him inside your hotel room and over to your bed. You sat him down, watching as he flopped backwards against the sheets, face flushed against the pillow, blue eyes hazy.

Considering that he hadn’t he probably hadn’t consumed anything that evening but alcohol, you opted to try to get some water into his system since you could recall how warm his body had felt against yours. Content with his positioning, you began to stand, but was stopped when you felt a light tug against the sleeve of your shirt.

You directed your gaze behind you to find Armin sitting up against the pillows, his eyes half lidded and face blushed an even darker shade of crimson. You paid no mind though, as it was more than likely just the effect of the alcohol.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting back down next to him, “Did you need something?”

He gave you a small nod, then looked down in his lap. Curious, you took a step forward.

“What is it?”

He didn’t answer you right away. Instead, he cautiously looked around the room as if looking for something, then directed his gaze back to you and slowly cupped a hand around his mouth.

“T’sa secret. A biiiig one.”

You raised an eyebrow, deciding to play along. Maybe he was still coherent enough to tell you how he had gotten in this state in the first place.

“Oh? A secret, huh?”

“Mmhmmm.”

You nodded slowly, giving him a gentle smile, “Well, you know you can tell me anything. And I promise I won’t tell anybody, okay? It’ll just be between you and me.”

Armin tapped his chin a few times as if pondering the option, then shot his hand out towards you.

“Kay…but you hafta pinky promise.”

You blinked, “Uhm…Armin that’s your index finger-”

“ S’nottttt.” he drawled, leaning forwards, “Do it or I don’t tell you nothings.”

You sighed and lifted your hand up whilst extending your index finger by Armin’s command, linking them together tightly.

“Now say da words.”

“ I pinky promise,” you squeezed his finger comfortingly between yours, giving him a reassuring smile, “Not to tell anyone your secret. It will only stay between you and me.”

“Yay!”

Giggling, Armin reeled back and pulled his hand away, but he still kept it raised, his finger now beckoning you forward.

“Come here. I whisper it to you’s.”

You rolled your eyes, an amused smile pulling at your lips as you leaned forward. In a very Armin like fashion, despite his drunken state, he pulled your face towards his by squishing your cheeks together, his thumbs caressing the skin on the side of your face. It was a little more aggressive than usual, but you didn’t mind and you actually had to suppress the urge to giggle from the feel of his soft lips by your ear and his tipsy sounding hums. There was no denying it. Even though he had been a bit of a pain earlier, Armin was still as cute and innocent as ever-

“I wants…sex on the beach.”

…

Wait.

WHAT?!

You immediately pulled back, your face bright red.

Did…did he just say what you think he…?

“A-Armin, hold on,” you stuttered nervously, “W-what are you saying?”

Humming happily, Armin teetered his body back and forth on the bed like a child, then rolled over onto his stomach, kicking his legs.

“I already told youuuu….I wants sex on the beach.”

You swallowed, “B-but Armin, we’re in the m-middle of a city. There’s no beach around for miles.”

“Not that I’d give in even if there was…” you thought, biting your lip, “Besides, he’s drunk. He has no idea what he’s even talking about…god how do I even go about this?”

Suddenly, there was a warm feeling encompassing your hand and you snapped back to reality, only to find Armin right in your face, his fingers curled tightly around yours. His brows were furrowed, lips in a frown as he fell against you.

“But Y/NNNNNN…” he whined, “I want itttt…I want sex on the beachhh…”

“Armin we c-cant-”

“Isho goooood…”he sighed out, nuzzling your neck, “I knows that you’d like itttt..”

“I-I…”

“With eeeeeveryones around with us watchingggg…hehehe…it tasteds good toooooo…”

“OKAYYYY THAT’S IT !”

In one, quick motion, you pulled yourself out from underneath your giggly, wasted boyfriend and catapulted off the bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand in the process. In confusion, Armin sat up on his knees, body swaying ever so slightly..

“Y/NNNN,” he drawled, tilting his head, “Where a’you going?”

You turned your head to look at him, and for a moment, despite your rapid heartbeat and near short circuited mind, you felt a little guilty. He looked so…adorable.

Smashed as hell, but adorable.

However, you had to figure this out, and clearly, trying to make sense of things with Armin wasn’t going to work.

It was time for plan B.

“I...just have to make a quick phone call.” you said reassuringly, “ That’s all. Then I’ll come right back, okay?”

Armin puffed out his cheeks, “But what abouts the sex on the beach?”

You flinched, chuckling nervously.

“Jesus, he’s not gonna drop this, is he?”

“Uhm…w-we’ll see. But I really need to make this phone call.” Using your other hand, you gently placed it on Armin’s shoulder, “Just stay here and relax for now. Can you do that for me?”

You gave Armin a hopeful expression, and it seemed that the tiny little sprinkle of hope that you had given him in regards to what he wanted perked him up some. With a happy little hum, he grabbed your hand.

“M’kay,” he answered simply, lips turned up in a cute little smile and you, despite your flustered state, smiled back.

He let go of your hand, and as calmly as you could, you made a beeline for the hotel room’s door, making sure to grab your keycard on the dresser beforehand.

You opened the door and slid out, making sure to close it behind you so that Armin couldn’t hear your conversation (not that he would be able to comprehend it), and leaned your body against the wall. With quick fingers, you opened your phone’s contacts and selected the one you desired. Tapping the green call button and pressing your phone to your ear, you impatiently awaited for the person to pick up. 1 rings, 2 rings, 3 rings, 4-

“Hello-?”

“EREN!”

A loud yelp sounded from the other end followed by a crashing sound, immediately making you wince as you pulled your phone away from your ear. There was a low groan, followed by a few curses. Slowly, you put your mouth by the speaker once more.

“Uh…Eren?”

“Ughhh….God, Y/N, are you trying to make me go deaf or something ?”

You chuckled nervously. “Ehehehe…No that…wasn’t my intention. Sorry about that. Are you okay?”

“Shit…agh yeah. I’m good. Just fell off my bed.”

“Klutz.”

“Mmm…so uh…not to be rude or anything, but why are you calling me? You never do.”

“Oh, right! It’s…it’s about Armin.”

There was a pause for a moment, and you wondered if the line got cut.

“Uhm…Eren?”

“S-Sorry!” he stuttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows, catching the sudden, nervous tone to his voice, “W-What about him? Did something happen?”

“You…could say that.”

And then, it was as if the dam broke, all of the events that had occurred in the last 30 minutes spilling from your mouth in the biggest stream of word vomit you’d ever spoken.

“Armin showed up at my hotel room a little while ago and he was drunk out of his mind so I tried talking to him and I brought him into my room since he was being really loud and I didn’t want to wake anyone up so I didn’t think it would be that big a deal! But then he started singing and giggling, and speaking nonsense and then he said he had a secret and it ended up being that he wanted to have sex on the beach! And he kept repeating it over and over again but I don’t know what that means or if he was actually serious or not so I had to slip away into the hall because at that point I didn’t know what to do so I-”

“Woah, woah, woah! Jesus Y/N, chill for a minute.”

Immediately, you shut your mouth, just now growing aware of how ridiculous you sounded and how loud you were being. You hoped Armin hadn’t heard you.

“Sorry...I guess I lost myself there for a moment.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. But slow down and back up a bit. What exactly did Armin tell you?”

You exhaled slowly and gripped your phone, the inklings of a blush blossoming on your face as you tried to re-explain at a slower, more comprehensive pace.

“For the last 10 minutes, Armin kept telling me he wanted sex on the beach. A-and I didn’t know what to think or say or do since there’s no beach anywhere for miles…n-not that I would have thought differently if there was…but he wouldn’t shut up about it and I thought that you would know something since he was with you all night so I…I decided to call you. I’m so lost and confused and bugged out because he is saying stuff he would NEVER say and it’s…ugh god. I was just hoping you’d have an idea of how this happened….”

“Oh...I-I see…” once again, there was a pause, “What if I told you…that I do know what happened? ”

“Easy answer,” you cracked your knuckles loudly against the speaker, ‘“That you’d better tell me if you want to wake up in the morning.”

“God, already with the threats?!”

“Why are you surprised? I trusted him to have fun with you guys and let loose a little! Not come stumbling back to my hotel room like a drunken sailor! Need I remind you that we’re on a COLLEGE field trip? Do you have any idea what would happen if the teacher’s found out? ”

“I know, I know! But we didn’t think a few little drinks would do him any harm. I hate to say it Y/N but you got a lightweight on your hands.”

“Jaeger I SWEAR to God-!” you gritted.

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. Just…don’t kill me okay?”

“That’s up for me to decide,” you huffed, “But anyways, proceed.”

“Okay...so after you left, we all decided to go to this pub to hang out. It was about a five minute walk from the hotel so it was the best option. So we sat down, ordered some food and drinks, and just talked about guy stuff y’know? Then a little later, the waitress came over and said that it was happy hour and that all drinks were half off until 10 o’clock…soooo we ordered a few.”

“At first, Armin said that he wasn’t gonna drink but it was kind of obvious that he wanted to. He’s always been like that where he feels obligated to do stuff to fit in even though he didn’t have to, but then Connie and Jean stepped in and started giving him recommendations of drinks to try.”

Ah, Jean. That was the guy’s name.

“Alright…” you trailed , “So what happened afterwards?”

“Well it seemed none of them interested him…but when the waitress came by again, she started recommending drinks as well. Cocktails and different drafts, the stuff that was a lot more potent than what we recommended to him. In the end…he decided to try a sex on the beach.”

“S-sex on the beach?”

“Yup. It’s a cocktail with vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, and cranberry juice. And he ended up really liking it…so much that he…”

Eren groaned, and you could’ve sworn that you heard a face palm.

“He ended up having 4 of them, and you can see, they uhm…eheheh. They’ve definitely taken their effect. We basically had to drag him out of the pub and back to his hotel room, but it seems that he had other ideas and went to go see you instead. I’m kinda amazed he didn’t get lost. But yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.”

You rubbed at your eyes, completely blown away at how much of a headache this whole situation grew to be. But you were still glad that you finally knew the entirety of what happened. However, there was still one more thing you needed to confirm.

“So…when Armin told me wanted sex on the beach, you mean he-”

“Wanted the drink? More than likely, yes.”

Holy shit did him saying that make you sigh out the biggest breath of relief. Finally, FINALLY, everything made sense. Were you completely okay with the situation though? No, not really. You’d definitely get on the guy’s ass about it tomorrow whilst also having a heart to heart with Armin once he was coherent enough.

“Y/N? You still there?”

“Huh?” You inquired, “Oh, sorry. Yeah, I am.”

“You sound down.” he noted, and you swore you could hear him smirking “What, were you hoping that you and Armin would actually get to-”

“Eren, if you finish that sentence I swear I will come down to your room and super glue your mouth shut.”

The malice in your voice sent shudders down his spine. Damn, you were always so sweet with Armin, but you could be also fucking terrifying when you wanted to be. It was like you had multiple personalities or something.

“Eheheh…s-sorry,” he uttered nervously, “B-but anyways, I should really get going. It’s getting sort of late.”

You made a noise of agreement, “Yeah, and I should go check on Armin. Make sure he’s not doing something he shouldn’t be doing.”

“Right…and uh…I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. Really.”

“Don’t worry about it for now. I’m just glad you were able to clear things up for me.” you giggled, “Man this is gonna make one hell of a story.”

Eren snorted, “Ditto. See ya tomorrow, Y/N. Night.”

“Good night.”

You hung up the call with a *beep and let your body go slack against the wall, completely exhausted. You could probably fall asleep if you tried, but not wanting to cause any more concern for the night, you decided against it and forced yourself to make your way back into your hotel room.

It was dead silent when you entered, concerning you a bit as you walked further into the room.

“Armin?” you called, “Armin are you-”

Upon setting your gaze on the bed, you shut up immediately, a sudden case of butterflies fluttering about in your stomach .

There Armin was, fast asleep, body curled up right in the center of your bed.

As quietly as you could, you made your way over to him, smiling at how simply adorable he looked as he dozed away. He looked so peaceful with his slightly flushed face, tinted pink along his cheeks and nose. His lips were parted, pink and plump and oh so kissable while his hair, though unruly, looked as soft as the feather’s on a newly hatched duckling.

You looked behind you.

Well…looks like you were kicking it on the couch tonight.

Turning back to Armin, you carefully pulled the sheets up over his body and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Then, you switched off the table side lamp, using your phone’s flashlight instead to guide you through the room.

You made a quick trip to the closest to grab an extra blanket and pillow, then headed back over to the sofa, laying them out to your desire before settling your body down onto the soft cushions. Sleep came to greet you as soon as your head hit the pillow, and you were delighted to fall into it’s wonderful embrace. A reward (especially after such chaotic events) you felt you truly deserved.

~~~~~~~Timeskip*

“Y/N. Hey Y/N, wake up.”

You groaned. Good god, how many times were you gonna be woken up before your alarm?

With much unwant, you peeled your eyes open, vision fogged and drowsed. You had to blink a few times to gather your bearings before you gazed up at who was calling you and you were highly surprised to see Sasha standing beside you with her hands on her hips, her bed headed hair let down from its usual ponytail.

Upon further examination, you could tell that it was morning due to the streams of sunlight pouring in from the now open window, but with the sky’s pale blue color, it was easy to see that it was still rather early.

You slowly sat up, arms stretching above your head as you looked over at the brunette.

“Mmmmh, Mornin Sasha,” you yawned, “What’s up? Is there something the matter?”

“No…not really, but I wanted to ask you,” she pointed behind her with her thumb, “Is there a reason that Armin is puking his guts out in the bathroom?”

Your eyes widened as you practically sprung up from the couch, now fully awake, adrenaline pumping as you fell into a sprint towards the bathroom.

“Y/N?” she called after you and you whipped your head around, giving her as sincere a look you could despite your sudden panic

“I-I’ll explain everything later! Promise!”

She didn’t say anything else, as you turned your head back around, now right outside the bathroom door. You gave it a gentle knock and was surprised when you heard a gentle, feminine sounding “Come in.” emit from the other side. Twisting the door knob, you peeked your head inside, features softening when you found Mikasa sitting on the floor next to a hunched over Armin. She was rubbing his back and shushing him as he heaved into the toilet, only breaking her attention away from him once she caught sight of your face. She gave you a look of acknowledgement, then maneuvered her head back down to Armin’s side.

“Hey…I’m going to go now. Y/N’s here okay?”

You’re heart clenched when all Armin could do was nod slightly before he was heaving again. Mikasa then stood up and you opened the door wider. Once she was closer to you, you reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I appreciate you for staying with him.”

“It’s no problem.” She reassured, stepping past you, “I’m going to go down to the lobby snack bar and see if they have some Ginger Ale for him. We need to get him feeling better before we have to meet at the museum.”

“Right.” you nodded, “Thanks, Mikasa.”

She gave you a reassuring smile and stepped out, leaving you and Armin alone. Quietly, you made your way to his side and squatted down to his level, the tile cold on your knees. No time was wasted as you immediately placed a hand on his back, massaging in soothing circles as you used your other hand to move his hair out of his face.

He felt so stiff under your touch, skin sticky even through his shirt that still adorned his body from the night before. And he was trembling, whimpering, his forehead so hot as you brushed his bangs aside with your fingers. You felt terrible seeing him like this, but it was almost inevitable after the state he was in the night before.

The vomiting went on for several more minutes, only ceasing with the occasional dry heaves and coughs that ended in bringing up more bile and stomach acid from your boyfriend’s system. All you could do was sit there and comfort him, praying that it would end soon. Nothing more.

Thankfully, it seemed your prayers worked, and it relieved you when Armin finally pulled his head up from the toilet to rest it against the wall, his face flushed and a mess and his usual sparkling blue eyes dull. Seeing him so miserable made you feel a little sick yourself.

Slowly, you reached your hand out to rip a piece of toilet paper from the holder, handing it Armin so he could wipe his mouth.

Once his mouth was clean, you took it from him and threw it into the toilet, flushing it away along with his stomach contents, then took your place by his side once again.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, caressing his cheek, and his head fell to land against your shoulder.

“M-my head is killing me.” he whimpered and you cringed a bit. His voice sounded so raw.

“I’m sure it is…” you crooned, now rubbing his temple, “I’m not surprised…especially not after the night you had.”

He opened his eyes (though it was more of a squint), and looked up at you, an undoubted quizzical expression floating deep in his sapphire orbs.

“W-what even happened anyways?”

You gave him an incredulous look.

“You…don’t remember?”

“No…” he uttered, looking downwards at his lap “Not really. All I can recall is going to that pub with Eren and the other’s, then waking up feeling like absolute garbage. Everything else is a blur.”

You bit your lip. Ohhhhh boy. This was gonna be fun to explain.

But not now. You had other matters to attend to.

“Well…we can worry about that later. Right now, we need to get you feeling better. Last thing I want is for you to be parked in the museum’s bathroom all day.” You stood up for a brief second, grabbing a styrofoam cup that was sitting in a holder on the sink and flipped the handle to the right to fill it with water. Turning back around, you held the cup in front of Armin’s face.

“Here, rinse. I can’t imagine the taste in your mouth can be too pleasant right now.”

Humming a weak “Thank you,” Armin accepted the cup and took a generous sip, swishing it around for a few moments before splitting it into the toilet. Once the cup was empty, you placed it on the counter to throw away later and sat back down, allowing your hungover love to once again rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder as you resumed stroking his hair.

“But there is something you need to know, Armin.”

You felt his head shift slightly.

“Hm? W-what’s that?”

“You,” and you meant this with every fiber of your being, “Are NEVER drinking again.”

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drwcn · 3 years

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I loved your fem lwj take on things. How would thibgs go if WWX was the lady? Other than ppl assuming she stood up for the Wens bcs she jad feelings for WN ( and that Yuan was hers)

Heyyy friend, I think I’ve seen a couple of girl!wwx fics floating around in ao3 so i certainly won’t be the first :P.

Also I completely misread your ask initially, I thought you were asking me what I think would happen if A-Yuan was WWX’s kid, and I was like oh?? But then I realize wait... I can make it worse.

Today, I decided that my mortal soul doesn’t matter, so here we go. Let’s see how accursed I can make this idea:

[1]

It started with Jiang Cheng. Jiang Wanyin had set out for the Burial Mount with the explicit goal of throttling speaking with Wei Wuxian, but what greeted him at the entrance of the “Demon Subduing Palace” — more of a cave than anything really — was not his martial sister, but Wen Ning. Well, what had once been Wen Ning.

Black veins ran across his pale, ashen face, down his equally ashen neck , and into the major veins beneath his clavicles covered by the collars of his black threadbare robes. Lifeless eyes, white as his skin, stared into a void the living could not see. There were talismans littering his body, and Jiang Cheng knew that when he spoke to this fierce corpse, he was not speaking to the young Wen boy, but to his mistress who controlled him with her demonic cultivation.

Wei Wuxian refused to face him. Refused him explanation. Refused him closure.

“Er-jie!” Jiang Cheng screamed into the stony expressionless face of Wen Qionglin. “If you continue to protect them, then I can’t protect you!!”

There was no response.

Suddenly, just as Jiang Cheng was about to kick and fight his way into the cave, Wen Ning thrusted out his right fist, and in his grasp was a piece of purple silk. Jiang Cheng unfolded the silk, vaguely recognizing that it had been cut from someone’s robe, and saw what was wrapped within was a slip of parchment.

割袍断义*, the paper read. Tell the world that I, Wei Wuxian, first disciple of Yunmeng Jiang has forever defected (Note: 割袍断义- to rip one's robe as a sign of repudiating a sworn brotherhood (idiom)).

With this, there was nothing left to say. Hurt and furious, Jiang Wanyin threw the piece of parchment onto the dirt ground, grinded his heel down on it, and left the Burial Mount without ever having drawn Sandu.

Inside the cave, Wen Qing held Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Why won’t you just tell him? He’s your brother; he can help you, you can —”

Wei Wuxian’s mile long stare seemed to be gazing at something — someone — very far away. Slowly, she placed her other palm over her belly, which horrifically was already starting to round out. “Nobody can help me now, Qing-jie.”

“I can,” said Wen Qing, blunt as ever. “I can make it go away, if you want.”

“No.” A droplet of tear escaped pass long lashes. “No.”

[2]

It continued with Jiang Cheng.

On a snowy night, the first winter after Wei Wuxian escaped with the Wen remnants to the Burial Mount, Jiang Cheng was rudely awakened from his slumber by a less-than-stealthy intruder breaking and entering into his bed chamber.

Zidian whipped through the air, lighting the room with her eerie violet glow, before the intruder could think to take one more step. It was a man, judging from his silhouette colliding against the wall and the pained groan he made in response. The very next second, the tail of Zidian coiled tightly around his neck and dragged him across the floor towards beneath Jiang Cheng’s waiting foot.

The Sect Master of Yunmeng Jiang summoned Sandu, ready to deliver the final strike, but just as his blade sailed towards the intruder’s chest, a pale arm jutted upwards, blocking Sandu’s descent and revealing a pale hand holding a … a...

Even in the dark, Jiang Cheng immediately recognized the mahogany comb.

“Jiang — ! Zongzhu —!” The man croaked out urgently, throat still stomped on by Jiang Cheng’s foot. It was - it was Wen Ning?!

Jiang Cheng looked him over. He was pale, yes, but his eyes appeared human. His hair was brushed and haphazardly done up in a farmer’s top knot. He was wearing farmer’s clothing too, probably more inconspicuous for travel than his Ghost General getup.

“Jiang-zongzhu! P—please!!”

No, impossible.

“Wei — Wei-guniang—”

Jiang Cheng lifted his foot and dragged Wen Ning up in a split second. “What’s wrong with Wei Wuxian?!” Wen Ning coughed and shook his head desperately. “No time to explain. My sister asked me to fetch you. Please, you have to come! Wei-guniang’s life is in danger! If you won’t come, I’ll...I’ll have to go to Gusu, and I don’t know if - if -”

Jiang Cheng followed Wen Ning.

For speed, they travelled by sword, but even so, dawn was breaking by the time they arrived. The crowd of Burial Mount’s villagers huddling anxiously outside of the Demon Subduing Palace parted for them upon their arrival. Jiang Cheng took a moment to gather himself and square his shoulders. Whatever it was; he was ready.

He was wrong. None of the dozens of scenario he had agonized over on the flight here could have prepared him for what awaited him inside.

Wen Qing, pale and drenched in sweat, was near complete spiritual collapse, and without Wen Qing’s spiritual energy sustaining her, the single tenuous thread by which Wei Wuxian’s life hung on would have undoubtedly snapped under the toil and devastation her body had been put through.

There was so much blood, so, so much blood everywhere, and amidst the blood, there was a baby.

Fuck.

Jiang Cheng transfused his sister half of his total spiritual reserve over the course of a day, while an exhausted but unrelenting Wen Qing worked diligently under blood-soaked sheets.

Then at dusk, when the storm finally passed, Jiang Cheng sat at the mouth of the cave with a tiny, perfect little human — a girl, a niece! — in his arms and cursed Lan Wangji’s name.

Wen Qing was extremely clear with them: 孩子要是留在这里，养不活。

If the newborn was left to be raised at the Burial Mount, she would not live. And so, because parting was inevitable from the start, Wei Wuxian adamantly refused to hold or nurse the child. Her child.

I can’t. If I do, I won’t be able to let her go. Those dark eyes burned with more than just the delirium of her childbed fever. For once, Jiang Cheng could not find it in himself to argue.

Thus, he took his niece home and named her Jiang Yan 江曕. The name was not his doing. His foolish, misguided, stubborn sister had stroked her daughter’s soft, baby cheek and whispered it to her as a farewell gift.

Yan - to be bathed in daylight. In the end, when given a choice, Wei Wuxian still opted for her child to walk on broad sunny road.

It made Jiang Cheng wonder why, then, she would choose the dark twisted path for herself instead.

[3]

It ended with Jiang Cheng.

The truth was simple: Jiang Wanyin killed his shijie Wei Wuxian. He did. He meant to.

He killed her. But that did not mean he wanted her dead.

In one day, he had lost both of his sisters, leaving two orphans in their wake. Jiang Cheng could not ignore the cruel irony of their fate: one’s father murdered by his aunt, and other’s mother murdered by her uncle.

This was the kind of tragedy fairytales were made of, and if there were anything left in him to shed tears over it, he would. Standing amongst Nevernight’s carnage, he could not dredge up even a single drop of tear.

Jiang Cheng didn’t know how he could return home to Lotus Pier to face that cherub face, always so happy, so sweet, so utterly untainted by the world. She had her mother’s smile. Yan'er was starting to learn how to speak. Her first words were da-da.

Da-da. Die-die. Father.

He was standing beside her father now.

Lan Wangji. Devastated. Destroyed. …Deceived.

Jiang Cheng hated him so much, so fucking much that for one insane second, he thought about telling Lan Wangji the truth just to see what would happen. Maybe he would run Jiang Cheng through with his Bichen - that would be a relief now, wouldn’t it? - or maybe he would jump after Wei Wuxian.

Truly, if he knew, he would. Jump, that is. Jiang Cheng was almost entirely sure. Oh the utter melodrama that would inspire indeed!

But then...

Wei Ying birthed you a daughter, a lovely, perfect, blessed little girl, and she carried that secret to her grave. I may be damned by my actions, but you, who have done nothing for her and taken everything, why should you deserve something as sacred as the truth?

Jiang Cheng turned away.

He was acutely aware that one day Jiang Yan may very well be the literal death of him. After all — 杀母之仇不共戴天 — one cannot tolerate living under the same sky as the murderer of one’s mother.

Be that as it may, he would raise Jiang Yan well, just as he promised. Unlike his sister, he would not break his word. Jiang Yan was of Lotus Pier, of Yunmeng, like her mother and grandfather before her. That for him, was enough.

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu and gripped Zidian. Whatever his fate, he already made peace with it, and the rest was inconsequential.

One day, he may die, but today he lives, and so as long as he lives, Jiang Yan and all of Yunmeng Jiang will be protected . So as long as he lives, they will flourish.

[...and in between]

On the streets of Yiling, Lan Wangji tilted his head inquisitively at Wei Wuxian and the little boy at her side and asked, “This child, he...”

In response, Wei Wuxian patted her chest in a self-declarative kind of way and announced, “Oh this child, I birthed him!”

He stared at her in shell-shocked silence, his mind racing with panicked thoughts of but that’s impossible — that was just once — even if — the boy is too old to be —

“怎么，蓝湛，不要我们娘儿俩了？” What, Lan Zhan, you don’t want the child and I?

“Wei— Wei Ying—”

Then of course, she had laughed, and Lan Wangji thought no more of it.

Just a joke. A silly joke.

In time, he would come to realize his mistake.

~~~

[A/N]: I’m not even a little bit sorry.

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Remember us - part 3

Here we are with part 3.

This was a tough chapter to write.

Please do not hate Rowan, he is confused and scared and what is happening to him is scary.

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A slow tune played in the distance of the big garden.

Rowan took Aelin’s hand and walked away from the big crowd and near the bank of the lake where it was just the two of them.

“Did you drag me here to kill me?”

Rowan in response kissed her and Aelin could not read his expression. His arms went around her frame and pulled her closer for a slow dance on the spot.

His hand brushed her back and let her scent envelope him.

“Lys and Aedion look happy.” He whispered to her, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms. A presence he would never tire of.

“It was about time.” Aelin said kissing his chest.

“It’s our turn to be that happy, what do you think?” Rowan went down on one knee and gently grabbed her hand pulling it to his chest “Fireheart, I love you. You are my best friend, my soulmate and I want to walk the path of life at your side. I want to grow old with you and still watch silly movies on the sofa. Aelin Galathynius, will you do me the honour of marrying me and let me call you my wife?”

The smile on Aelin’s face became radiant “Yes,” a kiss on his lips “yes, buzzard, I will marry you.”

Rowan woke up panting hard. The memory had been very vivid and clear in his head. The colours, the smells, he felt as if he had been there. Aelin had told him about that memory, about the day he had proposed to her at a friend’s wedding.

The memory had felt so real and his hands were now shaking.

It had been a week since that conversation. Aelin had started visiting him on her way to work and sometimes during her breaks as well. They had been chatting and she had been telling more about their lives and answered all the questions he had. The topic he hadn’t had yet the courage to cover was the one about her being pregnant. He felt bad for snooping on the phone but that was his anyway and Aelin had given it to him with that exact intention. For him to read and discover more about who he had been and hopefully unlock more moments.

He was busy with his thoughts that he did nor notice a male nurse popping into his room.

“Time to go.”

The doctor had told him that now that he was awake it was time to finally start his rehab and to try have him walking again quite quickly.

The nurse helped him to shift onto the wheelchair and pushed him out.

“Can someone tell Aelin where I am gone? Sometimes she comes and visit on her break.”

“I am sure nurse Ytger will tell your wife that you went for physio.”

He had started to enjoy and wait eagerly for her visits. He wanted to tell her abut the flash of the day he proposed.

They finally arrived at the gym and a man was waiting for him “Hello Rowan and welcome to hell.” Said the man in front of him “You’ll probably will want to kill me after every session but I assure you I will make you walk again. I always do.” The man said quite smugly “my name is Dorian, by the way.”

For a half an hour Dorian massaged and warmed up and loosened his right leg. Every time he bent his knee Rowan was ready to cry. Until the man got him back on the wheelchair and they reached some parallel bars “now, we try walking.”

Rowan looked at him in disbelief. He could not be serious.

“Come on, hold on to the bars with your hands and pull yourself upright.”

He followed the directions and pulled himself up.

“Good. Now try to move a step.”

Rowan tried but almost fell on his face if it wasn’t that Dorian grabbed him “don’t put weight on the injured leg yet.”

He was about to try again when he spotted Aelin in her blue scrubs entering the gym. Dorian saw her as well “are you going to look good in front of your wife?”

Aelin joined him “Hi devil.” She greeted Dorian.

“Hi my darling. Your hubby and I just started.”

“Just go easy on him. I just got him back.” And Rowan saw Aelin give him a warm smile. He needed to tell her about his dream. He wanted to revive that day with her, to know how she felt. She had looked happy in the memory. Rowan was also curious to know why she called him buzzard.

For another good hour he did all Dorian told him and by the end of the first session he did manage to walk once the length on the walking bars. Aelin had given him the most stunning smile.

They were now back in his room and she was helping him climb back in bed.

“You must be exhausted. Dorian’s sessions are tough, but the man does miracles.”

“My leg hurts…” he said fully leaning back in bed in a seated position.

“I should let you rest.” Aelin made a move to leave but he stopped her, grabbing her hand for a fleeting moment “stay, please.”

Aelin nodded and sat back down on the chair. He noticed her hand gently move to her stomach in a protective gesture.

“I had a dream.” He told her and saw his wife turn her head to him “it was the day I proposed. You had a green dress and we were at Lys and Aedion’s wedding.” He continued and saw her face break and try to hold back the tears “you called me buzzard.”

Aelin started sobbing. It was just one memory. It was not their entire life but it was something. She nodded eagerly and restrained herself from the desire to kiss him. She missed the contact with him.

“It’s my nickname for you. You hover, like a bird of prey. I have been calling you like that since the beginnings.”

He smiled and decided to tackle the more pressing question he had for her, his heart started racing. He had found out from the phone and not from her. He took a deep breath “I know…” he whispered and she looked up at him with curiosity “I was going through the text messages we exchanged and I found the one where you sent me a picture of our baby.”

Aelin gasped “I didn’t tell you because it would have been too much and you already have enough to deal with.” She was trying to protect him. She had been dying to tell him but for a moment she had put her desires aside and thought about him, how he would react at the news.

“How far along are you?”

“12 weeks. I am just at the end of my first trimester.” And he saw her lift her scrub and could see the slight hint of a bump “peanut, this is dad. Dad, this is peanut.”

Rowan sighed heavily “what if…” how could he explain his fears to her without crushing her? “What if the person I become is not the husband you remember? I don’t know when I will get my memories back. And when I do? Will it still be me or a brand new person with some jumbled up memories? What if you realise you can’t live with a version of me that is just a bad copy of the original?” He was terrified at the idea.

“To whatever end.” She whispered “that’s the promise we shared on our wedding day. We will go through life together no matter what. Together.” Aelin sniffled loudly “we already went through a lot in seven years of marriage. Two miscarriages that shook us to the core. But we survived. Our marriage survived.” She took his hand feeling the need to a contact with him to dispel the fears in her heart “we will survive this as well.” She was now sobbing and Rowan had no idea how to console her. He had grabbed her hand briefly but still did not feel comfortable enough for contact with her.

“Sorry, it’s the hormones.”

“Aelin, you should move on. Find someone—” but Aelin did not let him finish “Rowan Whitethorn, please tell me you have not just suggested me to leave you.” She stood and shouted at him furious that he could even think about something so outrageous.

“I am not leaving you for another man. You are my husband.” She felt anger rising at the idea he might suggest such thing. It broke her heart that he would give up like that.

“What if I don’t want to be your husband? Have you thought about me? I am trapped in a life I don’t recognise.” His tone matched hers and at his words Aelin felt her heart break. She took a step away from him.

“You come here and tell me all those thing about our life. Am I supposed to accept them without question and jump back in my old life?”

She did not answer him. Aelin just ran out of the room, heavy tears streaming down her cheeks. And when nausea hit she ran for the toilets and emptied her stomach.

She sat on the floor for a time that felt endless until she got paged and had to force herself to go back to work.

***

Rowan closed his eyes and he collapsed back on the pillow. His soul ached at the words he had said to Aelin. Why did he tell her something he did not believe himself? He was confused and utterly overwhelmed. He had so many questions and he had reacted in the worst possible way. But he was scared of not being able to be enough for her, to transform into a copy she might not like. They had kids to think about too. What if he was going to destroy a family? They deserved better than him.

Waking up and not remembering anything of his life had been terrifying. But that woman, his wife, was willing to take him back no matter what. She was ready to show him a way to find himself again.

He took his mobile and texted her as soon as he figured out how to do it I am sorry for what I said. I am really scared.

Rowan placed the phone on the nightstand and lay down. He felt exhausted and when he closed his eyes, sleep caught him in his arms.

***

Rowan was standing in front of a crowd. He was in what looked like a ballroom inside and old building. The guests were all dressed up nicely and so was he. At his side there was a blonde man grinning happily.

As soon as the music started he turned his head and saw two dark-haired women entering the venue and slowly proceed along the aisle in his direction. His gazed drifted away from them as soon as he spotted Aelin at the entrance. She was dressed in the most amazing light blue dress and she looked stunning. He felt like the luckiest man alive. Aelin had chosen him.

She stopped in front of him and he mouthed the words I love you to her. The officiant proceeded with the ceremony until it was time to exchange their vows and he went first.

“Aelin, my heart, once we set our hate aside you became my best friend and then my soulmate and soon I will be able to call you my wife as well. I am ready to face this new adventure together and stay at your side, no matter what. To whatever end, fireheart.”

By the time he finished she was in tears and it took her a moment to compose herself.

“Rowan, my buzzard, life can be unpredictable and cruel, but as long as I have you at my side I know I can survive anything. You are my rock. I am looking forward to our new adventure together. I love you, to whatever end.”

Rowan kissed her not even waiting for the right moment.

“Rowan Whitethorn, do you take Aelin Galathynius as you wife. Promise to respect her and cherish the time you will have together? To love her for better for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?”

“I do.” Said Rowan never averting his green eyes from her.

“Aelin Galathynius, do you take Rowan Whitethorn as your husband and promise to walk the path of life at his side. To love him for better or for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?”

“I do.” Tears of joy streamed down her face.

A moment later the scent of flowers had gone and Rowan awoke abruptly and the smell of disinfectant hit him.

He had been dreaming again. Their wedding apparently. They had been so happy and he could not remove from his mind Aelin’s stunning smile.

Frantically he grabbed his phone and sadness hit him when he noticed there was no answer from Aelin.

What had he done?

***

That night when Aelin got back home she looked for comfort in her mother’s arms first. She had told her all that happened at the hospital and Rowan’s words. Evalin had let her cry until she was spent.

When bed time came she went for her bedroom and found her bed already occupied by her two terrors. She changed in her pyjama and climbed in bed. Gently she pulled Freyja to her chest and inhaled deeply her scent. As if on instinct, just like his father, Thomas adjusted and moved to her snuggling closer. A pair of green eyes set on her “go back to sleep my love.” She kissed his blonde hair.

“I miss dad.” He said moving even closer and Aelin wrapped her arms around her two children “I miss him too, Tom.”

“When is he coming back?”

“Soon.” She brushed his hair “now sleep, okay?”

“I love you, mum.”

Aelin barely stopped the tears “I love you too.”

She closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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The Princess and the Guard.

A/N: I am so sorry that this took me so long to update, I promise I will update more regularly from now on!! I hope you all enjoy!

This series is not historically accurate and is not intended to be so please bare that in mind when you are reading, I am no real expert on how royalty works (even if I am from England).

This series will contain misogynistic language and views, violence, death and nsfw content. I will always put the relevant warnings into each chapter!

Teaser, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three, Chapter four.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, bad relationship with mum (abusive).

W/C: 2.7K

Chapter four:

You’d felt Tom leave the bed an hour prior, the exhaustion from the day before still weighed heavy as you felt him give you a swift kiss before leaving the room. You’d fallen back into a deep sleep when your brother came through the door.

“Mother has chosen someone.” He said in a panic. You jolted from your spot in bed, eyes blown wide at the wakeup call.

“What? No, that’s too fast. How has she chosen someone already?” You ranted.

“I don’t think you’re going to like it.” He smiled sadly at you and your stomach turned.

“Who?” You asked, deep down you knew the answer.

“The Duke, Oliver.” You knew he was going to say it, but the news still upset you, still made your stomach drop somewhere into the centre of the Earth. You felt a few tears spring to your eyes, this was already moving too fast. “I’m sorry.” Harrison sighed, the sad smile still prominent.

Annie was getting you ready for the ridiculous meeting you were to have with your mother and the duke.

“Do you ever wish you could have a different life?” You asked as she brushed through your hair, her eyes met yours in the mirror for a short time.

“Sometimes,” she sighed.

“I do,” you said confidently, as she put the brush down as she looked at you. “I hate this life. I wish I was free to marry who I wanted, not have the expectation of carrying on the family name.” You huffed.

“You don’t want children?” She asked shocked, she always thought you did, ever since you were little when you had the dreams of a small princess and a perfect life.

“I do. I don’t know, I just don’t want my children to grow up not knowing what love is.” You answered honestly. “I don’t want them to grow up looking at their parents, who don’t love each other, and think that’s love.” You’d always wondered whether or not your parents shared the bond of love, you were never sure. You wanted your children to grow up without that doubt.

You sat there in the meeting room, your groom to be sat across from you as you looked at each other, you barely knew the man. Yet you were supposed to marry him. He slid a box across the table at you, you picked it up, opening it.

“I brought you a ring.” He said, you studied it. It was possibly the most hideously loud ring you’d ever seen. You caught your mother’s eye, and she gave you a stern look.

“Thank you, it’s lovely.” You deserved an award for that lie.

“So, I was thinking of a short engagement. Maybe a wedding by the end of the summer.” Your mother spoke and you had to stop your jaw from dropping, your stomach turning for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“That’s a month away.” You almost whispered.

“Yes, well, like I said a short engagement.” Your mother said almost mockingly, she was doing this on purpose.

“That sounds good to me.” Oliver said, smug look on his face. Of course he was going to have a smug look on his face, he was to become a Prince by the end of next month.

“Perfect.” Your mother spoke before you could open your mouth. You felt bored again, zoning out of the conversation. You tried to make it look like you were interested but you weren’t doing a great job, your mother had caught your eye a few times, shooting you a look.

“Now all we need to do is sign the papers.” Your mother said, pulling you from your thoughts. Your head snapping to hers.

“What? Why?” You asked in a rush.

“The contract. There’s no going back from this.” Your mother said, smug look on her face. She was very much doing this on purpose you realised.

“Mother, may I speak with you for a moment?” You asked, eyes shooting to Oliver, begging him to leave the room, he seemingly got the message as he stood, taking a bow before exiting the room. “You have no right to decide my future like this.” You snapped at your mother, she furrowed her brows, it was a look you were so familiar with. She was angry.

“Your future was decided long before you were born. You have no choice in the matter, we gave you the choice and instead you behaved like a child.” She said, her tone was firm, she was refraining from shouting you could tell. Your anger had matched hers by this point.

“Why? Because I do not love any of them? I can barely stand the men you have made me choose from.”

“You have a duty, we have been over this.”

“Why does duty have to mean marriage? Why can I not marry someone that I love? What difference will it make? I’ll never be queen.” You said as you went to stand, your mother’s hand shot out, firmly grasping your own, making you sit. Her grip was like a viper’s, it hurt, you felt tears spring to your eyes as she dug her nails into the skin on the back of your hand.

“You will do as you are told. You will stop questioning me. You are an ungrateful little brat, most women would kill to be who you are. Now, I have had enough, you will take that pen and you will sign your name.” She said, firm grip still on your hand, you felt the skin break as a tear slipped from your cheek.

She used her free hand to pass you the pen, you took it into your own free hand and signed the papers.

“May I be excused?” You asked firmly, voice not faltering as you imagined it would.

“Yes. Now clean yourself up and learn to behave. Do not cross me again.” She hissed out as she let go of your hand, you stood, hastily making your way out of the room. As soon as you got out, you let all the tears fall, your hand was in an incredible amount of pain as you examined the damage. It was bleeding slightly, small marks that resembled your mother’s fingernails had made a home on the back of your hand.

You made your way into your bedroom, tears streaming down your face as you collapsed on the bed. Annie instantly rushing to your side.

“Princess? What happened?” She asked as she encouraged you to sit on the edge of the bed with her. “Who did this?” She asked frantically as she examined your hand. She didn’t give you any chance to respond as she disappeared to fetch some alcohol and rags. “Here, let me fix that before it gets infected.” She said as you placed your hand in hers.

You watched as she cleared the blood, wincing slightly as the alcohol made its way into your cuts.

“I hate her. I hate all of this.” You whimpered out, a fresh wave of tears making their way down your face. Annie had wrapped your hand up by this point as she looked at you. “My mother was never the loving type.” You sniffled as you held your injured hand up to her.

“Should I call for your brother?” She asked. You felt lost, felt like you didn’t know what to do, you’d just signed your life away, in one meeting, you’d signed away any chance of happiness you could ever have.

“No,” you said weakly. “I should not bother him with this. I’m sorry.” You whimpered again as the tears returned, you couldn’t help them as they cascaded down your face like a waterfall. Your sobs became ugly as you let out all of your frustrations. You felt Annie wrap her arms around you, she seemingly didn’t know what else to do. This shocked her, she’d never seen you cry like this, even as a child.

You stayed like that for a while as she stroked your back, it was comforting, she’d always been such a good friend and you were happy that you would always have her. For as long as she wanted to work for you, you’d have her. You heard your bedroom door open and snapped your head up, your father stood there as he took in the sight before him.

“Thank you Annie.” Your father said as he dismissed her from the room. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, taking your injured hand in his own, he sighed. “Your mother is upset with you.” He smiled sadly as you sniffled, tears dying down.

“I just don’t understand!” You let out frustratedly. “You are the King, can you not do something?”

“Like you,” he sighed, “I have a lot expected of me.”

“I don’t want to marry him.” You’d always found your father the more loving parent, when in private he never expected you to speak properly, he was always the more gentle of the two. You never doubted his love for you.

“I know my love, but we can’t have everything we want. Not when we’re born into this.” He said sadly, dropping your hand.

“Mother talks as if it’s some sort of blessing.” You said bitterly.

“Do you know who you remind me of?” He smiled and you furrowed your brows in response. “Me. I never wanted this either.” He admitted, you’d always been honest with each other, but this was the first time you’d ever had a conversation about the life you were born into. The answer shocked you, he’d been brought up knowing he was going to be King.

“What?” You asked, utterly confused.

“Harrison was luckier than you and I will ever be.” He said as he played with his wedding ring.

“You mean?” You asked as you trailed off.

“Yes. I married your mother because it was expected of me. I’d never even met her until the day I married her.” He admitted, sad smile on his face and you felt bad for him, he had been put in the same position you had, and you wondered if it was your father that had been the reason you didn’t marry at eighteen, your mother had wanted you to. You wondered if he’d held off as long as he could, he never forced it on Harrison, he was just lucky to have found someone he loved in time.

“Have you ever been in love?” You asked. Now you knew the answer to the question you’d wondered for years. Your parents didn’t love each other, as you’d suspected but you wondered if he’d ever found love.

“Yes. There was a woman many years ago, a maid. I loved her. Sadly, she passed though.” He said, sad smile on his face. You were shocked by the answer, he’d been seeing someone in private for years and never been caught.

“Did mother ever…” You trailed off, your mother surely would have said something had she known.

“Neither of us have been faithful.” He sadly admitted. “Do you understand what it is I’m trying to tell you?” He asked and you thought for a minute before you answered.

“As long as the public think I’m doing the right thing, it doesn’t matter what I do in private?” You asked and he nodded as he reached out and flicked your nose, just like he did when you were a child. It pulled a smile from you.

“There we go. You and your brother are the only happy thing to come from my marriage to your mother.”

“If you could, would you let me marry someone I loved?” You asked, you had to know.

“Of course I would. I’ve always hoped that you’d be smarter than I was. I’ve always hoped you’d be the one to find a way around it.” He said and you smiled sadly at him.

“The contract is signed, it’s too late.” You huffed out.

“It’s never too late.” He said and you looked at him, you truly loved your father, he was the only parent you’d ever had a close bond with and looking at him now, listening to what he’d just said, you realised just how much you loved your father, just how good of a man he truly was.

“What if I’ve found the man I love? The one I want to risk it all for?” You asked, you weren’t going to tell your father about Tom, but you had to ask.

“Why do you think I’m here?” He teased and your heart froze. He knew. You panicked for a moment, what did this mean for Tom? Was he going to be punished?

“What? How?” You stumbled out in your shock.

“I’m not as oblivious as your mother. I am no fool. I’ve seen how the looks between you have changed over the last couple of months. Be careful, your mother can never know.” He said sternly and you nodded as you hugged him.

You felt hopeful again, more determined as you watched him leave the room. He was saying that you had more control than you thought. As long as you did what was expected of you and was careful behind closed doors you could have what you wanted. You realised that you’d have to let your head lead for a while so you could fill the needs of your heart, you could still have Tom, it didn’t mean it had to end, just that you’d have to be more careful. You wanted to give Tom something that couldn’t be decided for you, something that was his.

“You have the night off.” You said to Annie, a bright smile on your face.

“I’m supposed to be working tonight.” She said shyly.

“I’m giving you the night off, go and do something fun, please.” You insisted and she smiled as she nodded. “Before you do go please can you do me one final job?”

“Anything Princess.”

“Please can you summon my brother?”

She did as you asked and within minutes your brother was at your bedroom door, you ushered him inside.

“What on earth could you want so late in the evening?” He asked.

“Where there many guards on your way here?” You asked.

“No. They’ve all been reassigned to help get Oliver’s room ready.” He furrowed his brows. “Why?”

“Can you please send Tom?” You asked and your brother laughed.

“You need to be more careful.” He teased.

“Harrison, please?” You sighed. “I just want to see him, I’ve had a trying day.” You said and Harrison smiled before kissing your cheek.

“Of course little sister.”

Within ten minutes you heard a knock at your door, you opened it, hastily pulling Tom by the arm into the room, he completely baffled at your action as you shut the door before locking it.

“Princess?” He said with raised brows, and you turned to look at him. Your nerves had set in, your palms becoming sweaty. He took note of the look in your eyes and took your hands in his, furrowing his eyes as he saw the bandage. “What happened?” He asked, eyes snapping to your own.

“It doesn’t matter.” You said as you pulled your hand from his. “Tom, I want to give you something, something that’s been yours for a long time.” You spoke more confidently than you felt. His brows furrowed in response.

“Princess, you don’t have to give me anything.” He said, he had no idea what you were talking about.

“I do. I want you to have it, I want it to be you.”

“Want what to be me? Princess you aren’t making much sense.” He said as he cupped your cheek, taking in the frantic look in your eye. “Calm down. It’s just me.” He reassured as he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead. You breathed in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you spoke.

“Tom, I want it to be you that takes my virginity. It’s yours, I want you to have it.”

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hopeandvolleyball · 3 years

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they forget your birthday

w/ sugawara, oikawa, akaashi,

an: since my birthday is coming up in two days I thought this would be a fitting post and how about i break all of your hearts with some angst

sugawara

being a teacher is not easy, you knew this. and being a teacher for a bunch of children was even harder.

suga came home every day utterly exhausted and drained from his students. especially since he has taken up coaching the middle school volleyball team

he was tired and you respected his boundaries and exhaustion although you missed him so much.

BUT

your birthday was coming up you were so excited to just have some time alone with him again

sugawara left that morning giving you nothing more than a good morning kiss. this made you frown but you dealt with it. you knew he had to rush to get ready for work, which was odd to begin with because he usually always took your birthday off but maybe he couldn’t get a substitute in time, but he didn’t even wish you a happy birthday. maybe he would text you later in the day? The hope of that gave you butterflies.

so you decided to get all dolled up, doing your hair and makeup, putting on your favorite outfit, and looking at yourself in the mirror you felt giddy and, flat out beautiful. the end of suga’s work day was coming and you couldn’t help from bouncing with excitement. until your phone buzzed.

[sugarcube<3]: hey bug, i’m gonna be home late. sorry.

your face fell. oh. okay. you texted him back that you understood and you loved him. a weight settled on your chest and you felt like you wanted to cry. no! no there wasn’t a reason to cry. you looked hot. texting your friend group, you wanted to see if any of them wanted to go out for food since you looked so good. one friend was busy but promised to pop by after work, and the other friend jumped into their car the moment the text was sent. the afternoon you spent with them was more than enough to make up for the shitty night ahead of you. still, even with the time spent with them, your mind raced with all the possibilities of what sugawara was going to do for your birthday. but the moment you walked in the door he still wasn’t home. you sighed and set your bag on the table and slumped into the couch. and you waited. and waited. and waited.

until koshi walked in the door at around 9 pm. you beamed, even though he looked extremely exhausted. you jumped off the couch to hug him tightly. but to your surprise he pushed you off him. a frown etched deep into your features.

“bub, not now,” sugawara huffed and walked past you to sit as his desk. you stared at him incredulously.

“but-” you started out and sugawara pinched his forehead.

“baby not now. i have so much work to get through,” he groaned. you couldn’t believe this. and then it dawned on you. he forgot. he forgot your birthday.

“baby it-”

“can’t you leave me alone when i ask?” sugawara snapped, looking at you with an intensity in his eyes. you wanted to cry, but you didn’t. instead you stared at him with wide eyes and opened your mouth to speak but no words came out.

“fine.” you squeaked and went to your room and slammed the door. suga sighed and pinched his forehead and went back to his work. time went on and there was a knock at your door. with tired limbs sugawara stood to answer the door, surprised to see your friend there with a bouquet of flowers.

“uh, hey?” sugawara greeted with a tilted head. your friend beamed and looked around.

“is y/n awake? she wanted to hang out earlier but i was busy. i feel shitty that i missed her birthday so i got her these to make up for it.” your friends smile was so bright, but suga’s dark face balanced it out at the word birthday. no. no no no no. today couldn’t be? it. it didn’t. fuck. it was your birthday and he missed it. swallowing back the guilt sugawara grabbed the flowers.

“actually she just went in for the night, but i’ll give her these in the morning, okay?” your friend nodded vigorously while suga’s brain rattled for ideas on how to make it up to you. sighing, he realized that he wasn’t gonna get any sleep this night.

you awoke the next morning with red cheeks and puffy eyes, remembering the night before. you couldn’t believe your birthday had been ruined so badly by the one you love. the smell of breakfast wafted through your nose and you blinked. huh? stumbling out of bed you walked into the kitchen of yours and sugawara’s shared apartment. you were shocked with the apartment covered in decorations, balloons and streamers. you couldn’t help but smile. what the hell was koshi up to? he walked up to you, wearing an apron and with a spatula in hand.

“good morning bubba!” sugawara beamed and pulled you into a hug. you wanted to be so happy with that was transpiring here but you still remembered the argument that happened last night, how cold koshi was with his words. so you didn’t hug back. “lovebug i’m so sorry i forgot your birthday and i’m even more sorry for how i treated you last night. you deserve so much better and i know that might not be me but i want to try. i-i have a whole day planned for you if you’ll have it.” you pulled away, crossing your arms under your chest. “i love you so much, please. i’m so sorry. answer me quickly or the pancakes will burn.” you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“okay suga, i’ll forgive you. on one condition.”

“anything! i’ll do anything.”

“you make today everything i’ve ever wanted and more,” you proposed and suga beamed, dropping the spatula and picking you up. he spun you around and pulled you in for a hundred kisses. you giggled and tried to wiggle out of his arms.

“of course! of course, that i can do, my love.” sugawara giggled and so did you.

“suga the pancakes.” you reminded.

“FUCK.”

oikawa

he was always so careful. he has 10000 reminders on his phone for everything so you never dreamed oikawa would ever forget your birthday

your birthday of all days.

and yet the entire day passed with nothing. no grand oikawa gesture nothing.

not even a ‘happy birthday i love you’ text.

so yes. you were fuming when you got the text he was spending extra time practicing today.

and his thick skull didn’t get it.

“i don’t understand why you’re so mad at me,” oikawa scoffed as you stood in the doorway preventing him from taking a shower. your arms are crossed and you stare at your boyfriend incredulously.

“you’re joking, right?” you ask with a scoff and oikawa rolls his chocolate eyes.

“i’m serious, y/n. you knew exactly what you were getting into by being with me at this time! i can’t drop everything to be with you 24/7 and you know this,” oikawa snapped, lip curling into a slight snarl.

“of course i did and i haven’t complained once, have i? i just want one, one, day alone with my boyfriend is that too much to ask of?” you barked, throwing your hands up in anger before they balled into fists at your side. you felt your face burning with an anger you haven’t felt before. “i dropped everything to come to argentina for you, tooru. once, just once i want you to be there for me!”

“first of all i didn’t ask you to come with me here you chose to do that. second i’m not putting my dreams on hold for you. you don’t understand how hard i have to work y/n!” oikawa growled, trying not to fiddle with his fingers. was he serious? was he genuinely serious about this?

“fuck you tooru. i came because i love you. guess that isn’t reciprocated. happy fucking birthday to me.” you rolled your eyes and pushed past oikawa. he should have been relieved but the moment the birthday bomb was dropped he froze and paled. oh no. oh no oh no oh no. he turned around and grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk away. “get off me oikawa.”

“baby i’m sorry please let me-” you tried to pull away from his grip but he was so much stronger than you. the longer he held your wrist the more you wanted to sob violently. “let me apologize i can’t believe i forgot your birthday and got in a silly argument with you. i’m so sorry my love please.” your silence spoke volumes. “i love you?” he tried again but you were still so quiet. he didn’t want to let you go but he did. he dropped your hand and you walked into your shared bedroom and sobbed into the pillow the moment you collapsed onto the bed. you can’t remember falling asleep but you did. you were woken up later by oikawa who was gently poking your shoulder. groggy, you rubbed your eyes and focused on your boyfriend who had flowers, teddy bears, and a goofy smile.

“you forgive me now?” he asked with a slight attitude. you wanted to say ‘no get the fuck out of my room’ but you looked around to see the room totally decked out with candles, flowers, decorations.

“when did you do this?” you asked slightly breathless. he chuckled.

“now’s not the time for silly questions, y/n! do you like it?” he asked, hand rising to cup your cheeks and run his thumb across your cheek, puffy and red eyes broke oikawa’s heart. you softly smiled.

“i do,” you confirmed which made oikawa beam.

“i love you so much, my dearest, darling y/n! making you cry and upset was the absolute last thing i’ve ever wanted to do. especially not on your birthday. please. can you ever forgive me?” he asked, all traces of teasing and playfulness gone from his voice. you bit your lower lip.

“of course. i love you tooru.”

akaashi

he’s been so busy lately.

a deadline had been creeping up on him and the days got longer and harder. he wouldn’t be in bed with you until around 2 am

you begged him to take a break. just one. but he couldn’t

but he finished! the day before your birthday, too!

and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

you woke up rather early that morning. seeing akaashi’s sleeping face next to you was the best birthday present you could have asked for. watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest was hypnotic. smiling, you brushed his raven locks out of his face so you could look at his sleeping features. eyelashes resting sweetly on the apples of rosy cheeks, mouth slightly agape as little snores fell past his lips. it’s been a while since you’ve seen him sleep this well and it made your heart flutter. usually you would have liked to been pampered on your birthday, but just this once you would make breakfast.

you were almost done with your cooking when akaashi rose from his slumber, hair messy and still looking rather exhausted. the table was set and he looked at you with a puzzled expression at the rather extravagant meal you were preparing.

“what is all this, my dove?” he asked, a slight rasp in his voice from having been just awoke from a deep, much needed, sleep. you beamed and giggled.

“just something special for this morning,” you sing songed, kissing akaashi’s cheek before finishing your set up and pouring him a cup of coffee, little cream and two sugars just the way he liked it. he smiled and took a sip, sleepiness wanting to over come him once more. sitting across from him at the table you couldn’t help but smile. this was your first meal, day together in months. except it was rather silent. though, it usually was like that. the nostalgia wafted over you and you smiled. breakfast was over before you knew it and akaashi leaned back in his chair with a full tummy, sleepiness starting to take over his limbs.

“wanna help me clean?” you suggested with a smile. he sighed and stood up.

“i suppose so.” keiji sighed and helped you clean in silence. you puffed your cheeks in a frown.

“i was thinking, tonight we could go out and see that new movie and get some dinner? does that sound fun?” your smile was bright, almost too bright for akaashi, who winced a little.

“honey i’m so tired, i’d rather not go and do anything today,” he admitted, drying the dishes. you frowned deeply.

“but, ‘kaashi, I thought it would be fun to do something together. it’s been so long...” you suddenly felt meek as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“pumpkin we can do something another time,” akaashi sighed. “i really need to get some more sleep.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and went back into the room. did he seriously forget? as you watched his figure disappear the dam broke and tears fell. you lay on the couch and took a deep breath.

akaashi woke up again with a phone call. groaning he looked at the caller id to see it was bokuto. he answered. “what bokuto-san?”

“hey hey hey!” his enthusiasm was even more upsetting over the call. he just wanted some sleep. “did y/n get the gift i sent for their birthday? i was hoping it would arrive on the actual day so i’m really hoping it is here now!” akaashi’s heart stopped. birthday? was it today? he usually remembered why didn’t he remember.

“i’m not sure we haven’t checked the mail today,” akaashi gulped, a slight crack in his voice.

“damn it,” bokuto whined. “okay well. any special plans for them today?” bokuto asked with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows that akaashi could feel over the phone.

“a few,” he lied, brushing through his hair with his fingers working up the courage to go out and face you again. “and i have to go to enact them so i’ll speak to you later bokuto-san.” akaashi breathed and hung up the phone. he walked into the living room with pensive steps to see you laying on the couch, asleep, with a tear stained face. he knelt next to the couch and started rubbing your side to try and wake you up. “pumpkin? babygirl? dove... wake up.” his voice penetrated your dream so you awoke, rubbing your eyes.

“what is it, keiji.” you asked with a bite.

“go get ready i’m taking you out.” akaashi demanded.

“but i thought you were tired?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

“i am. but it is your birthday. so whatever my dove wants is what we’ll do,” he pulled you into his arms as you sat up. smiling you sobbed into his chest.

“i thought you forgot.” you admitted through tears.

“i could never.” that was extremely close, akaashi keiji. never make this mistake again.

#sugawara #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru #akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 3 years

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Greatest

AN: She meant fluff with implied smut for Katsuki.

Warning: Fluff, Angst, and Implied smut. And the use of Dynamight (I'm used to it now lol).

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem Reader

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Y/N looked at the rankings, a little bit in shock but also resignation. Katsuki ranked second again. It was only by a few points, but still, it wouldn’t matter to him. He was second, nonetheless. It was probably why he was late tonight. She had sent their kids to bed early just in case. Though their two girls (ages 8 and 5 respectively) complained and moaned, they still marched to bed when she gave them a stern look. It was a good thing too, Y/N didn’t want their girls to see their father when he was in that kind of mood. He was their hero, and she wanted to preserve that image. Girls needed a stable male role model. Sure, he cussed and yelled more than society would deem normal. But Katsuki was the love of her life. That meant loving the rougher parts of his personality too.

No doubt Katsuki would come home still wearing the aftereffects of a drinking session. As a rule, Dynamight didn’t drink. He always prioritized physical health, but there were exceptions like today, he would forgo his usual attitude. She didn’t want her daughters to see their usually pristine father in a drunken stupor. The last time Deku beat Katsuki in the rankings, he came home intoxicated before hauling her off to bed. Way too handsy, he didn’t even get her bra off before collapsing and falling asleep. She let him exactly how she felt the next morning by giving him the silent treatment and making him leave the house without any breakfast.

Y/N jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the familiar noise of someone opening the door. Katsuki was not the type of person to yell out “Tadaima,” so she hurried to greet him in person. Or to give him a vomit bucket in case he got sick.

But to her shock and pleasant surprise, Katsuki was sober. There was no stench of alcohol or stumbling around. He calmly took off his shoes at the entrance before turning to look at her.

“D-do you want something to eat? I can warm up some dinner,” Y/N uttered, still beside herself.

“Not hungry. Where are the girls?” he asked as he hung up his coat.

“I put them to bed. They both have school tomorrow.”

With his usual scowl absent, he trudged through the living room and sat heavily on the sofa.

“Katsuki, are you ok?” Y/N asked tentatively, afraid to risk his ire.

He didn’t answer, and she stood there for a few minutes awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Just as she was about to turn around and maybe fetch some water, Katuski interrupted.

“I lost again. You know I thought this year would be mine,” he scoffed, “but of course, I lost to Deku again.”

“What do you think I’m doing wrong, Y/N? Is it because I don’t go around smiling like a jackass like he does or go around yelling “SMASH” like a downgraded version of All Might? I don’t fucking get it,” Kastuki said, feeling utterly exhausted.

“Do rankings matter that much to you?”

“Of course, it matters. It matters to everyone that is aiming to become the very best."

“But does being the best hero mean ranking number one on some billboard chart? Do you know how many people you’ve saved in just this month, let alone the entire year? Katsuki, some parents shouldn’t have been able to survive but are home right now with their kids because of you.”

“Rankings don’t matter to me because they’re arbitrary. You’ve been the number one hero for so many people already. No one is going to tell me otherwise. So, fuck Billboard!” she panted.

His vermillion eyes widened, and then Bakugou looked to the side before flashing a smirk at her.

“Look at you, mommy. Cussing in the house. Che, I should spank you.”

Y/N’s face reddened, and she squeaked out a scandalous “Katsuki!”

“Oy let’s go to bed,” he said, changing the subject abruptly.

“What. Why? So, you could spank me?” she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

Katsuki replied while grabbing her hand, “Nah, ask me some other night.”

As they went up the familiar stairs of their home, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what was up with her husband. She expected him to be angrier, but Katsuki was acting calm and almost contemplative.

“Ne, anata. How come you didn’t drink today?”

Katsuki turned to look at her in surprise. “Did you want me to drink? I thought you would be happier to see me sober. Last time you ignored me all day, and I had to buy some food with shitty hair.”

“Oh, I’m sorry- “

“Fuck that. Don’t apologize. I deserved it.” With a soft kick from Katsuki, their bedroom door squeaked open.

With gentle eyes and delicate hands, he helped her undress while she helped him remove his pants. Most people didn’t think Dynamight with his infamy was capable of being kind. Y/N would learn it wasn’t that he was incapable but instead his kindness attributed to rudely criticizing in the guise of helping. But when Katsuki realized his efforts were instead driving her away further, he had to reevaluate himself. Such as recognizing if his ego was more important than the girl he cared for.

Katsuki hesitantly touched her as if asking Y/N for permission nonverbally. When they made love, it was always akin to pleasure and never pain. He was selfish, almost to a fault, but whenever she was concerned. His desires no longer seemed important. They held hands, and his forehead rested against her as he groaned with exuberance. Y/N soothed his back muscles patiently as they flexed underneath her fingers. He watched her almost obsessively, waiting for the moment she unraveled beneath him. Y/N never felt as close to her husband as in these quiet moments they shared alone. He was always so in tune with her needs.

When she lost herself in the raptures of pleasure, Y/N could vaguely make out the raw love in his eyes. In return, she stroked his coarse blond hair while Katsuki hid his face in her embrace. And if by chance Y/N felt tears and heard choked sobs, she only tightened her grip, waiting for him to ride his orgasm out.

It seemed her husband was too exhausted by the end, and he soon passed out.

Y/N watched his slumbering face with a small smile.

“I have faith you’ll be number one. I just know it,” she murmured before curling herself around his warm body.

A year from now on rankings were announced again by Billboard, Bakugou couldn’t muster the energy to care. Even when he was number one for the first time in his career, Katsuki chose to focus on his family instead.

#bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #my hero x reader #bnha imagines #bnha #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfic recs #bnha requests #bnha reader insert #bnha headcanons #mha imagines #mha bakugo x reader #mha headcanons

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bloomingnono · 3 years

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meant it. (part 2)

pairing: jeno x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: ~ 1.7 k

warnings: language (like one curse word akjds)

intro l part 1 l part 2

a/n: im so sorry for the long wait:( i wanted to make sure i did my best, and wrote something i was overall pretty content with! but here’s the second, and final part to “meant it”!! i hope you all enjoy, especially my dear 🍿anonie<3

also not me making major adjustments 5 minutes before posting💀

taglist of my loves: @luvlyjaemin @vera-liscious @lenaluvs

Your bed felt cold. The type of cold that left your body weak. And yet again, you found yourself fighting to let sleep consume you.

You hesitantly turned to your left side, hoping that maybe, this was all just one big nightmare. That maybe when you turned around, he’d be there.

But you were only met with the other side of your bare bed; your lamp casting an amber tinge on your snow-white sheets.

Four weeks had passed since those final words had been exchanged. He had left you broken.

To say you missed him was an understatement.

You longed for the way your heartbeat quickened at his sight. You longed for the way your stomach fluttered as your name effortlessly slipped out of his lips. You longed for his touch; the way his fingers lingered against your skin.

You missed him.

But at what cost? To hear those three empty words leave his mouth?

No. Never again.

It was unfair to Jeno. But most of all, it was unfair to you.

You didn’t deserve to be told such idle lies.

Especially not from the one person you would give up your entire life for.

Jeno was a naive soul; so sincere and trusting of what only met the eye.

Mistakes were a daily occurrence in his life; learning and growing from them as he paved his way through.

But the second you left, he knew he had made the biggest mistake yet.

On the night when everything ended, there was an inexplainable feeling of void growing within him.

He didn’t have a reason to smile, nor the energy to cry.

Unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, he felt incomplete. It left him numb.

Before he knew it, four weeks had already gone by.

Four weeks since he last held your frame in his grasp. Four weeks since he last saw the face he once fell in love with. Four weeks since he left you utterly broken.

But in those four weeks, Jeno wasn’t living. He was simply existing.

He was merely left in his world; his actions and their consequences, being his sole companion.

He knew it was unfair to continue to lie and prolong the inevitable. But, why did it feel so wrong? It was the right decision to choose... right?

‘To choose.’

It seemed like such a simple action. It was something we did on a daily basis; nearly every second of every day.

Yet it held so much influence.

Jeno had finally realized that now.

Everything in life was purely a choice.

Everything.

You lie on your bed, your mind lost in all the bumps and ridges that painted your cream-colored ceiling.

It was late into the night, the moon peeking its way through the slits of your window blinds. The silence was peaceful, yet deafening.

Despite the unsettling aspects of the stillness, you’re ready for it to devour you; yearning for that feeling of tranquility that you haven’t felt in weeks.

But just as you are about to give in, you’re abruptly interrupted by frantic raps on your front door. Jostling up into a sitting position, you force yourself off your bed to check and see who was causing such a fuss.

The knocks on your door persist, not allowing for a single moment of intermission.

Apprehension quickly overtakes your body, frightened at what could possibly cause such actions to befall at this ungodly hour.

You hesitantly grab your doorknob, carefully turning it and opening the door just a fraction of the way.

You are met with a hunched figure; their hands on their knees and their hair damp with —what can only be assumed as— sweat. Their labored breathing leads you to believe they had run here, and hastily at that.

After a few short-lived seconds, you carefully try to assess the situation; fear still coursing throughout your body.

“Can I help you..?”

The figure instantly tenses at your tone, as if taken aback by the sound of your voice.

You watch in confusion as they begin to catch their breath, and stand to their full height. Straining your eyes to try and identify their face, you’re left frozen at the single feature that was recognizable even in pitch darkness.

His eyes.

You instinctively take a step backward, distrusting your vision.

But your presumption reigns true, as the figure tentatively takes a step forward through the doorway; his face now fully illuminated by your foyer light.

Lee Jeno.

He seemed to be in a terrible state: his hair a mess from the sweat, his clothes violated by the wind, and his breaths still quite uneven.

You attempt to try and form a coherent sentence, but the words seem to die in your throat. You could only look up at him, staring blankly with your mouth hung open.

“Wha... What are you doing here...?”

“I came to see you. I needed to talk to you. Immediately.” His expression was unreadable, yet his tone held the familiar hint of desperation. “I miss you. I want— No. I need you back. Nothing in this world seems right when I’m not with you. I’m not who I am without you. I need you…”

The silence that follows is unbearable.

It takes a few moments for his words to sink in. You feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion, contorting your features into a frown.

But the confusion is quickly replaced with the dreaded feeling of anger. It swiftly fills your entire soul, kindling a flame. The one emotion you tried so hard to repress, viciously engulfs your entire body.

The words that had once died in your throat, quickly resurrect and force their way out of your mouth.

You find your voice again. However, this time, it is nothing but cold and bitter.

“Lee Jeno, I love you. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m still hopelessly in love with you, because I am. But you aren’t. And that’s why I let you go.”

The floodgates were finally opened. There was no going back.

“As much as I still loved you, and as much as it killed me to accept that you didn’t return those feelings for me anymore; I let you go. Want to know why? Because your happiness means so much more than my own. I let you go because I love you so fucking much.”

Jeno stares at you with wide eyes, unable to summon a statement that could somehow ease the pain in you eyes. “I-“

“No, listen!!” Your voice begins break, unable to keep your emotions at bay. The words flow out of your mouth quicker than your mind could process. “I wanted to blame you. I wanted to hate you and resent you so badly for everything you put me through, but I couldnt. Because I still fucking love you!!”

The last statement leaves your throat raw. But you persist.

“You really got some nerve, Lee Jeno.” You laugh humorlessly at the pure audacity, before turning back to him with a renewed flame.

“You left me absolutely shattered. And I couldn’t even hate you for it. I refuse to let you hurt me again. I refuse to watch, as the love for me floods out of your eyes again. I REFUSE!!!”

Every last bit of your energy is wasted on your final words as you scream them at the top of your lungs.

The angry tears streaming out of your eyes seem endless. Your whole body trembles with pure fury as you collapse to the floor, legs giving out beneath you.

Jeno instinctively scrambles to your side, supporting your fragile form with his own.

Too weak to fight against his hold, you allow yourself to be braced by him; the touch being all too familiar for your liking.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” You purposely avoid his gaze as you ask, your voice impossibly faint. You’re left completely exhausted; the anger quickly transforming into pure defeat.

There’s a moment of hesitancy. You feel the sharp intake of breath that he takes before the reply is given.

“I... love you.”

Those three words that you once adored, and now despised... Those three words that had eased all your pain, but now caused your suffering...

Those three words... were no longer hollow.

He meant it again.

A chill swiftly travels down from the top of your spine to the tip of your toes, leaving you senseless.

He promptly proceeds; the hesitancy in his tone now replaced with a new-found determination.

“I love you. And not because I have to, but because I want to.” Cold fingers gently grip your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Loving you is not merely a spark. Loving you is not lust or simple desire. Loving you is a commitment. I want to wake up every day, and choose to love you.”

There’s another moment of silence; tears of regret traveling down to drip from the point of his chin.

“I’m so sorry for... everything.” He chokes back a sob as the words get caught in his throat. “I loathe myself for being the cause of all this. I will never forgive myself for hurting you and... and I completely understand if you aren’t willing to forgive me either-“

Before he could finish, you crash your lips onto his; successfully silencing his statement. Tears continue to descend both your guys’ cheeks, unable to subside from the overwhelming sense of comfort that came with being in the others’ warmth again.

You sense a familiar arm snake around your waist, pulling you deeper into the contact. Your own arms loop around his neck, absorbing the touch that you had longed for, so intensely.

You pull away from the kiss, coming face to face with the love of your life.

“You have no idea how much I missed feeling those words.” The sentence is muttered, speaking to yourself more than anyone else.

But he heard them nonetheless.

You feel his slender fingers encase either side of your face, his cool touch sending a wave of shock throughout your body. Keeping your face steady in his hands, he slowly leans his forehead against yours.

With his eyes closed and without a single waver in his voice, the words slip out again.

“I love you.”

You soak up the comfort that alluded from such simplicity.

You know that you guys aren’t perfect. Nowhere near it.

But what mattered, was that you were in each other’s hold again.

Because you loved each other...

And you meant it.

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sprout-fics · 3 years

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Hello my name is Atlas! (Dankest farrik) and idk if these slots have filled already or if I’m disqualified cause I won the giveaway but a letter from obi wan (young or old) would be so so amazing!! Idk what topic it would be about but just like. Dad vibes if that makes sense 💀 tysm and congrats on the big 300!!

(For reference, I imagine this time frame to be sometime before Ep 2, while Anakin is still a padawan but grown up, and before the war broke out. Obi-wan is like a second master to you in some ways, but before that he is a friend. Hence the letter)

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It’s been a rough week.

Your preparations for your Jedi knight trials were not coming smoothly by any means. Despite your attempts to refine your lightsaber technique, improve your force wielding capabilities, and extend your senses with the force as your guide. Yet it seemed that, despite your efforts, that your preparations did nothing to improve your confidence in the challenges ahead of you. Even your own master seemed frustrated at this stagnation, eventually dismissing you to your rooms to clear your head.

Frustrated, on the brink of tears, and utterly exhausted, you nearly missed the note left on your worktable as you headed to collapse onto your bed. Still, you picked it up gingerly, noticing the familiar scrawl of Master Obi-wan’s handwriting indicating your name atop the envelope. When you opened it, it read:

My dearest Atlas,

We haven’t spoken in some time, and Anakin has certainly kept my hands full with his training. Yet my padawan’s senses are rather acute, and he too was able to sense the disturbance you left in your wake as we passed you in the hallway the other day. I’m aware that you are in your preparations for your upcoming trails, for which I am immensely proud despite you not being my own apprentice.

I shall not lecture you on my own trails, or how they’ve shaped me as a Jedi. Each path is different, and yours will be no exception. Part of the trails is finding your own path, summoning the courage within yourself to overcome your own doubts. Though I cannot do that for you, I can at least offer you some words to perhaps aid you in your journey.

You are stronger than you think. I have no doubt of that. You are intelligent beyond your years, determined, capable, and reflective in ways that I wish Anakin was as well. You not giving yourself enough credit for this may be the cause of your distress. Part of becoming a Knight is overcoming your own shortcomings and doubts, and whether or not you do so is in the end up to you, young padawan. Yet I believe that you can, and I believe that somehow, you know that as well.

As soon as you pass your trials, I shall be among the first to welcome a new knight to our order

Until then,

Obi-wan

You smile at Obi-wan’s words of encouragement, feeling a new hope blossom in your chest. Still exhausted, but now with a sense of peace, you curl into yourself on your bed for a well-deserved sleep.

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@dankest-farrik I hope you enjoyed my dear! I got a little carried away with the context of this letter, but honestly doing so was a lot of fun, as I don’t get to explore the world of the prequels often enough. Still, hopefully my story-telling didn’t detract from the letter, which in the end if that you can do anything you set your mind to, as long as you believe in yourself!

#my writing #obi wan kenobi #reader insert #obi wan x reader #obi wan x you #letters from the stars celebration #long post

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hajimewhore · 3 years

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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.6k words ➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness ofc ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2

Thankfully, Hajime’s parents had busied themselves in the morning. Probably out grocery shopping, he’d mentioned off hand.

With Hajime the one blindfolding you now, you can finally place yourself in his shoes, an uneasy humiliation enveloping your bones.

“We can’t exactly dress each other everyday for school, can we?”

You mumble, as Hajime lets you tug the loose tee overhead. It seems he wanted little to do with this dress up game scenario, while simultaneously attempting to save himself from the embarrassment of you catching an eyeful of his junk.

He pulls off the blindfold and stares with an uncomfortable expression and blush. You’ve been doing a lot of blushing today since... well, since you woke up in each other’s bodies.

“I guess not. But I’ll respect your body, don’t worry.”

He huffs, folding his arms across his chest.

A short gasp comes from his lips, clearly not used to having a set of breasts, and he pulls his arms away quicker than you’ve probably ever moved yourself. Hajime awkwardly settles for resting his hands at his hips, and you stifle the snort that threatens to escape.

“I trust you, Hajime. Don’t worry. And same goes for me! I won’t eat junk food before bed, and I’ll work out a lot too!”

You announce while fist pumping the air, and he rolls his eyes.

“You better. Come on, let’s go before my mom and dad get back.”

A lot of changes had to be made to accommodate your... new lifestyle.

You decided it was best to swap phones, considering you each have the same model and should probably be conversing with your classmates and friends with some sort of vague continuity.

You also had a rather short lived and awkward conversation about bathroom time and changing.

And on the way to the park, you discussed the people you each talked with the most in class, how to talk to them, and to take notes properly.

You’re thorough if anything, trying to make this awful situation as easy as you can possibly make it.

“This is exhausting... and we haven’t even gotten to play volleyball yet.”

You bounce the volleyball in the grass, huffing at the torture this body swap is turning out to be.

“At least you can spike, and have a mean serve. It would have been way worse for me if you were a libero.”

At least Hajime is looking on the bright side.

“We just have to get used to our bodies.”

You attempt to reason alongside him, amping each other up.

By the time the sun sets, you’re both panting in the grass next to each other. All former encouragements and hype lost, replaced by the dread of the coming Monday.

“We’re so fucked, I’m not used to being this tall, or having these limbs.”

You wave your arms around in the grass for emphasis, turning to gaze at your partner in this disaster.

“I feel like I’ve been launched back to middle school, it’s hard to get used to being short again.”

Hajime hums in agreement.

“I’m not that short! You’re just tall!”

“Not that tall!”

He grimaces, and you think you hear him mutter something about one more centimeter.

Before you can delve back to wallowing in misery, Hajime speaks up again,

“Whatever, we actually started doing pretty good by the end. It’s not the level we’re usually at, but I’m sure we can fake it in practice well enough. Chalk it up to being sick or something. We’ll be back to normal soon enough.”

Sitting upright, he musters a confident look that warms your chest. You’re glad he’s being optimistic, pushing away the negative thoughts that keep rearing up.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Now let’s get food, I’m starved.”

“Agedashi tofu is the best after practice.”

He’s gleaming, and you think it looks more natural on your face than the stern countenance that seems trademark to Hajime. Though, you do miss the rare occasions you got too see that expression on his normal face... so you make a mental note to take plenty of happy face selfies while you’re in this body.

You can’t help the soft laugh, imagining all the faces you could make in Hajime’s body he wouldn’t be caught dead making normally. When he eyes you warily, you shake your head and respond before he catches on to your plan.

“The katsudon here is way better, you’re crazy.”

You grin, mouth watering as you bring a pork cutlet to your lips.

When you bite in, it turns out to be less satisfying than you remembered.

‘Weird, this place has really good katsudon.’

When you peer over at Hajime, he seems to be sharing a similar dilemma.

“How is it?”

You tilt your head up, gazing cautiously at him.

“It’s... okay.”

He frowns, can he seriously not enjoy agedashi tofu right now? Or was it just made bad?

“Right. Same here.”

The two of you pause, stewing for a second at the disappointment of your favorite meals, before both having the same idea to swap plates.

When you bite into your newly swapped dishes, you both simultaneously break out into wide grins.

“Whaaat, this is so good!”

“’katsudon’s not so bad either.”

You burst out into laughter,

“I guess our tastes have been swapped too.”

“I was beginning to think this would just be a nightmare. But there’s some fun things involved.”

Hajime hums, taking another hearty bite from the katsudon. You smile at his enthusiasm, before returning to your dish.

You continue to idly chatter about things that might be important to know, before walking home together.

When you reach the end of the street, Hajime almost makes the mistake of turning to the Iwaizumi residence. When he freezes, you realize you were equally ready to freely waltz into your own house.

You both awkwardly switch sides on the sidewalk, silently acknowledging the blunder with a light laugh.

“I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Have a good night,” you pause, “Y/N!”

You wink at him, chuckling at the sour expression. If you thought referring to yourself as Hajime was weird, it’s even more unsettling to call yourself by name.

Hajime rolls his eyes before waving goodbye.

“Yeah yeah... Hajime. See you tomorrow.”

The interaction certainly is odd, but you laugh with a grin nonetheless. Despite the fucked up situation, it’s kind of cool to have a secret to share with Hajime.

You just hope it isn’t permanent.

When Hajime turns to the your household, he feels the nervousness come back full force.

The two of you spent all day with each other, not really worried about a stranger’s perception of them.

But now he has to deal with the people closest to you, your parents. And he’s actually quite fond of your parents, they’ve always treated him like the son they never had (as well as Oikawa), but he’s not exactly looking forward to living out their wish for a son vicariously through you.

He swings open the door, kicking his shoes off before stepping inside.

“I’m home!”

‘Remember to be enthusiastic, and keep that RBF in check!’ he hears your insistent reminder echo in his mind, almost catching himself scowling.

“Welcome back darling! Did you eat?”

He hears your mother’s voice from the kitchen.

“I had something to eat with Hajime.”

He sweats a little, your mom is oddly calculated, always in tune with your emotions. Sometimes even his, but there’s no way she’d figure out what was going on, right?

“Good. If you get hungry later, there’s left overs.”

He calls out a thanks, almost sighing in relief, looks like the panic was for nothing.

Hajime casually (yet so, so, eagerly) heads for the stairs.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to say hi to Tooru? He and his mother came for dinner!”

WHAT.

“Y/N-chan! You and Iwa-chan were hanging out today? We’re you practicing volleyball?”

As if on cue, Oikawa rounds the corner and cuts Hajime off at the stairs, eyeing the athletic attire he’s wearing,

“I have something I want to practice more, you should’ve texted me.”

He huffs, arms folded as he leans against the stairway’s frame. Clearly a trick, Oikawa blew up both of your phones all day long despite being told you were busy. Hajime resists the urge to scowl at the backhanded comment. Brat.

Wait a second... how exactly do you talk to Oikawa again? Hajime should know, he’s spent a majority of his life with the two of you, but he’s currently drawing blanks.

He seems to have wracked his brain a little too long for a normal interaction, as Oikawa’s eyeing him again with an inquisitive look.

“Sorry... Tooru. You were sleeping in, and we both just happened to wake up early. Besides, you shouldn’t be practicing so much.”

He’s glad he didn’t let the ‘Shittykawa’ slip, that wouldn’t have been on brand for you at all. Out of habit though, he did punch Tooru in the arm.

“Yow! So mean, why are you hitting me?!”

Oikawa cries out, looking utterly scandalized as he rubs the sore spot on his arm.

“Because you deserve it.”

Hajime rolls his eyes, hopefully you won’t become aware of this interaction or he’ll get an earful from you. He’s still slightly convinced he’s an innocent bystander affected by some sort of cosmic punishment on Oikawa Tooru.

“Are you mad at me?!”

Hajime ignores Oikawa’s cry of complaint, jogging up the stairs. It’s hard being you, he grimaces as he beelines for the safety your room.

Finally in the comfort of privacy, he collapses into your sheets with a sigh of relief.

It could barely be considered a conversation with your mother, and Oikawa, but he’s already feeling mentally exhausted from the social exchange.

And tomorrow marks the start of the school week. Great.

Hajime slumps into your absurd amount pillows (seriously, you only need one). If he feels a little disappointed that he can’t recognize your scent anymore, he certainly doesn’t admit it, and definitely doesn’t entertain the intrusive thought longer than a moment.

A/N: I’m actually having so much fun with this au it’s adsklag;hj, I just like to watch my faves suffer in a chaotic mess I can not lie

Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2, Part 3

#hqradiostation #haikyuu!!#haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime/reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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autumnsnuggling · 4 years

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It was a bad day.

TW: Depressed!Harry Potter, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-neglect due to depression. Thanks to @hpdmgk for the beta! <3

It was a bad day.

Another one.

Exhaustion weighed heavily in every fibre of his being, numbness rolled through him with every slow, reluctant heartbeat, and fog, thick and confusing, clouded his mind each hour-long minute. Just as it had for the last week. Or was it two, now?

Harry winced as trying to think sent a sharp stab of pain through his head—a common occurrence on days like these—immediately resolving that it didn't matter. All that mattered was daylight had reappeared, and he was still here, even if sometimes he didn't want to be. Even if he had no idea what day it was, how many meetings with friends he'd missed, or how many meals he'd skipped. He was surviving. That was enough.

"Potter?"

Pain shot through his head again as it spun, too many thoughts assaulting him at once. Draco? Why was Draco here? How was he standing there? Looking at him? In this state? What day was it? Were they supposed to meet today? Why was he here?

"Nngg," he tried, the grating silence and Draco's figure suddenly loomed over him, demanding an answer. But his mouth was dry, his throat parched, and his mind suddenly painfully aware of every fleck of dirt, every crumb, and every drop of sweat that clung to him like a flobberworm to dirt. Unable to fight through the pile of shame, guilt, and disgust clogging his throat, Harry studiously focused anywhere but on the man in front of him.

The air vibrated around them for a few moments, tense and suffocating, until slowly, Draco drew closer, perching on the edge of the bed. Before Harry could summon the courage to look at him, however, soft fingers tentatively stroked themselves through his hair, immediately drawing a whimper from him.

"Shh, Harry," Draco murmured as Harry’s eyes refused to remain open. "It's okay."

‘It’s not,’ he wanted to say. Wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. But he was helpless, caught between cringing as Draco gently, lovingly began untangling his greasy hair, and desperately willing his body closer to Draco’s touch. Like the utterly pathetic waste of space he was.

“I have an idea,” a soft voice murmured with far more tenderness than he deserved. “Do you want to try?”

When Draco’s hands paused in question, Harry hoped the strangled noise of assent he managed was enough.

After a final gentle stroke of his hair, the weight beside Harry lifted, cold gushing into its absence. Mere seconds later, an incantation whispered over him, and arms, warm and strong, reached under his neck and legs, lifting him easily from his cocoon. The waft of week old sweat put a sudden end to the cautious tendrils of comfort spreading through his chest.

‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,’ he chanted in his head, desperate for Draco to hear him yet silenced by shame. But despite the offensive reek and obvious grunge covering his skin and clothes, Draco still simply held him, carrying him tenderly, though to where Harry had no idea, humiliation hiding his every coherent thought. But a mere few moments later, a cold, hard surface that turned out to be the toilet appeared beneath him, and soft fingers laced with his.

“Can I help you shower, Harry?” Draco asked, beautiful, caring, eyes somehow withholding the judgement and disgust he deserved so keenly. “We’ll need to take our clothes off and sit in there under the spray. Does that sound okay?”

Body beginning to shake from the effort of remaining upright, Harry could only nod once briefly and swallow, blindly following Draco’s soft prompts and touches to undress as best he could. Such a simple task had never been so difficult before.

Exhausted and drained, Harry leaned back against the cistern, flinching painfully at the icy chill yet resigned to its harsh support as his body threatened to collapse entirely. Only when the sound of water gushing beside him began and warmth touched his shoulder, sending spirals of want, need, and guilt through him once more, could he summon the energy to open his eyes again.

Before him, cloaked in steam and nothing else, stood Draco, his intense, kind gaze alone somehow making him feel more exposed than physically possible. Slowly, painfully, he met Draco’s gentle eyes, swallowing as silence, sticky and deafening, hung between them. A line of tension descended to Draco’s shoulders.

“Do you still want to shower?” he checked quietly.

He paused, glancing at the warm, beckoning water, before nodding.

“Would you still like me to help you?”

Longing burned through Harry’s chest as visions of Draco holding him, caressing him, warming him from the inside out flooded his mind, promising everything he’d wanted since the bad days began in one fell swoop. But even though every fibre of his being begged for comfort, still shame screamed at him, forcing him to drop his gaze as he gave a single, jolty nod.

Almost immediately Draco’s shoulders seemed to drop slightly, and, without a word, Harry was lifted once more. Careful touches sent shivers down his spine, drawing him further into Draco’s chest as they stepped into the spray, and as soon as the water hit Harry’s skin, every muscle heaved a sigh of relief. A slight squeeze from Draco brought the embarrassing realisation that he’d groaned aloud.

“I’m going to make us a bit more comfortable, give me a minute,” Draco murmured, before beginning to sink towards the floor of the tub. A mere few moments later, Harry found himself being settled onto Draco’s lap as arms cradled him close, and ensured they were both under the spray yet able to breathe easily. When Draco carefully swept Harry’s hair back from his eyes, Harry simply let his forehead fall forward against Draco’s neck.

“Is this okay?” The question sent vibrations tingling softly over Harry’s skin as he swallowed.

No.

No, it wasn’t okay.

It wasn’t okay that Draco, usually so waspish, acerbic, and witty, was being so tender. It wasn’t okay that the first time they were seeing each other for something other than a pint or a quick, desperate, hot fuck was when he couldn’t even speak because life was just that shit. It wasn’t okay that the numbness that had held him captive for days on end was straining dangerously, like a dam about to burst. And it wasn’t okay that it had been so long since he’d just been held, just been cared for, leaving him so desperate for the tender touches Draco was offering. But still, as the spray poured down, and the steady rise and fall of Draco’s chest beneath his cheek continued, he nodded, channeling all his energy to try and swallow past the lump in his throat.

The gentle squeeze of acknowledgement from Draco was all it took to render his efforts useless.

Suddenly, hot salt mingled with the warm spray cascading down his face. Suddenly, gasps ripped through him. Suddenly, every beat of his heart was hard, painful, and crushing. And suddenly, his hands were clutching at Draco’s arms, chest, neck, anything he could reach, blindly trying to keep him there.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, as soft shushings and gentle hands tried to soothe him, tried to pull him closer, tried to reassure him they were staying. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up, Potter,” Draco murmured, voice far too loving for his words as Harry hiccuped and sobbed uncontrollably. “Just let me hold you.”

Even if Harry would have had a choice in the matter, he still wouldn’t have needed to be told twice.

#drarry #my writing #drarry squad #harry x draco #draco x harry #depression tw #Suicidal Thoughts #suicidal thoughts tw #hope you enjoyed it!#autumnsnugglingwrites

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years

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Beautiful Dreams

Author: @ameliaodair

Prompt: Katniss and the children are down with a cold. Peeta takes care of them. Brings them Lamb Stew and favourite baked goods. He draws colouring pages for the kids but all are colouring. He puts in a fall realted movie. As all who are sick are snuggled together in the master bedroom. Katniss says shes cold Peeta goes and gets more blankets walks out of the room to get more comes back and looks at his wife and children all cuddling together watching the movie and thinks how did he deserve this. [submitted by @katnissandpeeta125]

Rating: G

Author’s Notes: Thank you @eiramrelyat for betaing :)

Word Count: 1977

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“Thanks, dad. Katniss caught the kids’ cold and woke up feeling pretty miserable this morning,” I tell my father, explaining the care package I am picking up after placing the order at the butt crack of dawn. It is filled with all of her favorite foods; two pints of lamb stew, a dozen cheese buns, and half a dozen mini rolls of Mallorca sweet bread for the kids.

“The kids are feeling better, though?”

“They’re on the uphill slope,” I tell my dad as I climb into the driver’s seat of my car. “I better hurry up and get back before the kids destroy the house. I love you, dad!” I yell out to him before shutting the door behind me, and wave through the window as I pull out of the parking lot.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Stella yells excitedly as soon as I open the door. She runs up to me and wraps her tiny arms around my legs⎯ nearly knocking me down in her all too adorable Winnie the Pooh pajamas.

It utterly blows my mind at how easily children bounce back after being sick. I remember around a year ago when Stella had the flu. It only took her two days before she was running around, bouncing off the walls and full of energy. Yet, when Katniss and I were run down with fevers, it had been almost a week before we could muster the energy to simply lift our heads from the pillow. Thank goodness for our wonderful parents who live less than five minutes away, or I do not know what we would have done.

“Hey sweetheart, where is your brother?” I ask her, making my way into the kitchen to place the care package down on the island.

“In his cwib, daddy,” she tells me matter-of-factly, giving me a slight roll of her eyes as if I should already be aware of this information. Scooping Stella up, I raise her in the air and blow a raspberry on her belly.

“Why don’t we go check on him?” I ask her once her giggles subside, then I carry her into her and her brother’s room and set her down.

Lucas is sitting up in the corner of his crib, hugging one of his favorite stuffed animal teddy bears. At the sight of me, he erupts into the most adorable toothless grin, seeming to emanate an almost iridescent light in the process.

“Come on big guy, how are you feeling today?”

“Da-da. Ma-mee!” He chirps, grabbing onto the rail of his crib to steady himself while holding his stuffed teddy bear out to me. I reach in the crib to scoop him up, and the three of us make our way into the kitchen. We stop at mine and Katniss’s bedroom first, and I crack the door open, poking my head in to peek in on her. But no matter how sick she is, her hunter’s instincts are always as keen as ever, and she lifts her head groggily from her pillow.

“Peeta, are you okay, the kids—” She croaks, her froggy voice sounding no worse for the wear.

“We’re okay, I was just going to heat up some lamb stew. You want some?”

“That sounds amazing. Will you guys keep me company?” She whines in her sick throaty voice.

“Of course, just give us a few minutes and we’ll be in here.”

“Okay.” She moans and her head collapses to the pillow, gravity getting the best of her.

Once we are in the kitchen, I strap Lucas into his highchair while I heat the lamb stew.

“Daddy, forgot to get dressed!” Stella squeals, already trying to peel off her nightgown.

I pour the lamb stew into a pot and set it on the stove to simmer for a few minutes. “Honey, remember, we’re having a sick day, pajama’s only,” I playfully scold her, twirling around like one of her ballerinas to show off my own pajama pants.

“Do you guys want to watch a movie with me and mommy in our bed?” I ask Stella, raising my voice an octave near the end to make it sound more enticing than it actually is.

“Wif lots of bwankets and piwwow’s?” Stella beams, her eyes lighting up as if it’s Christmas morning.

“No—” I begin, frowning and pretending it’s a bad idea and my heart sinks when I see her eyes sadden a bit, so I quickly brighten my face with a radiant smile, “—with lots and LOTS of pillows and blankets!” I finish quickly and watch as her eyes return to their previous state of sheer excitement.

“And coworing, daddy?” she asks, already running into the playroom to collect her crayons.

Lucas is squirming in his seat, already bored of sitting there with nothing to do, so I hand him a wooden spoon to bang against the tray of his highchair. Stella returns with her container of assorted crayons, and I frown at her, wondering why she didn’t bring her coloring books.

I stir the lamb stew and test it out on my tongue, making sure it’s hot enough, and then give my attention to Stella.

“You forgot your coloring books, sweetie.” I point out.

“Siwwy daddy, you draw the coworings.” She grins, shaking her head and pointing to me.

“Oh, okay,” I concede, shrugging my shoulders.

One rainy day a few months ago, Stella was flipping through a coloring book, and noticing her frustration after the third time, I asked her what was wrong. With a disappointed face, she informed me that the coloring book didn’t have the specific image she had in mind, so I offered to draw it for her. Ever since then, Stella refuses to color in the pre-drawn coloring books⎯ preferring my sketches instead, which I suppose I should be proud of. My daughter does have exquisite tastes.

“I think it’s done, are you guys ready?” I ask the kids after scooping the stew into two bowls and placing them on the food tray. I remove the tray from Lucas’s highchair and pick him up to set him down on the floor.

“I’ll carry our food and drinks. Stella, will you help your brother? We’ll come back for the rest after we eat.”

I carefully pick up the food tray which contains two bowls of lamb stew, a plateful of cheese buns, and the sweet bread, then motion for Stella to follow me into mine and Katniss’s bedroom. When I look behind me to make sure they are not far behind, my heart swells with an inordinate amount of pride as I see Stella crawling on the floor next to Lucas. She’s making a game of having him chase her into our room, and I cannot help the ear-splitting grin that overcomes my face⎯ nor do I want to.

Katniss is already sitting up in our massive bed and has made room for the three of us to climb in with her. I hand her the soup and she takes it greedily⎯ lamb stew being her favorite. Stella climbs in first and scoots up to Katniss, then I pick Lucas up from the floor and swing him in the air and plop him onto the bed. He bursts into a contagious round of giggles that Stella catches for a moment.

Once the kids have calmed down, I climb in next to the kids and we all situate ourselves under the covers, getting ready to have breakfast in bed as a family. Stella grabs her own piece of bread and takes a bite into it.

“Peeta, will you hand Stella a napkin? I don’t want crumbs—” Before Katniss is able to finish, I already have a towel wrapped around Stella’s waist, ensuring that it will catch any pieces that do not make it into her mouth.

Katniss turns her head to meet my eyes and mouths the words ‘I love you.’ I can’t help but lean over the kids and plant a kiss on her forehead. “I love you too.” I tell her, meeting her eyes.

“Daddy, you fowgot me!” Stella mumbles with a mouthful of bread, glaring at me with those beautiful bright blue eyes that resemble my own.

“One for you—” I tell her, kissing her cheek, and then move to Lucas, “And one for you.”

I begin pinching off pieces of the sweet bread dipped in lamb stew and feed it to Lucas in between bites of my own.

“You guys want to watch a movie?” Katniss asks after turning her bowl up and slurping the last remnants of her stew.

“I want Winnie-Pooh!” Stella squeals, scrunching her shoulders up excitedly.

“Winnie-The-Pooh it is!” Katniss says excitedly, but I see her rolling her eyes behind Stella’s back. Stella is obsessed with Winnie the Pooh, and we have probably watched ‘Winnie The Pooh’s Season of Giving’ at least fifty times since the beginning of October. And since Lucas is too small to voice his opinion yet, Winnie The Pooh it is.

Once everyone has finished eating and are moaning over their full bellies, I clear the food from our bedroom and sit the food tray on the counter in the kitchen. I save the dishes for later, eager to return to my amazing family. Stella disappears for a moment, returning with her container of crayons and my sketch pad.

“Dwaw Pooh, daddy?” she asks me, her eyes so wide and blue⎯ how can I say no? I scoop her into my arms, hugging her tightly, and place another kiss on her cheek.

“Of course, baby girl.” I release her and she snuggles up to Katniss while I sketch her an image of the famous Pooh Bear. She accepts the picture and secures it on her clipboard and begins coloring away.

“No, Lucas, we don’t eat crayons, we color with them,” I tell Lucas, giving him his own piece of paper and showing him how to utilize the crayons. Fascinated with the array of colors, he begins fashioning his own masterpiece while we watch Winnie the Pooh.

Stella is exhausted by the time she has colored in every bit of white on her paper, as is Lucas. Tired baby that he is, he nestles himself onto Katniss’s chest, while her chin rests on the top of his baby-soft hair. She leans up to kiss the top of his head, inhaling his signature baby scent.

“Are you cold?” I ask Katniss, but I already know the answer as I feel her shivering next to me.

“I’m okay.” ‘Liar.’ I think to myself.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, popping out of bed before she has time to object and run into the playroom to search for her favorite blanket. The kids were making a fort a few nights ago, so it must be in here somewhere. It takes me a little longer than I expected, but I finally find it.

Scooping it up, I make my way back to our bedroom but stop myself in the doorway⎯ my heart fills with so much joy I think it may explode on sight.

Sitting before me on our bed is my beautiful, amazing wife, fast asleep and lightly snoring, with Lucas curled up on her chest just the way he did as 0a newborn. Stella is scrunched up on her side with Katniss’ arm securely around her back. And all three of them are fast asleep.

Standing in the doorway, witnessing this perfect family we have created, I grin from ear to ear, intoxicated with so much love, wondering how I got so lucky for these amazing creatures to be mine. I slip into bed next to them and kiss each of their heads before spreading the blanket out to cover all of us. And although reality can’t get much better than this, I fall asleep, awaiting beautiful dreams.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2020 #ameliaodair #submission #prompt

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ditsydaydream · 3 years

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Catch Me If I Fall

Newt (TMR) x OC

summary: before the events of the maze runner, Newt tried to kill himself and only his girlfriend, Florrie, can save him

notes: Maria and Ada are my other TMR OCs, the rest are pre-existing characters. Only change made or the story is that Florrie is the Keeper of the Med-jacks, not Clint. Florrie, Maria and Ada will each be getting their own post about their profiles and characters etc.

Newt was still asleep on one of the beds, he’d been out for a few hours now; I’d drugged him up on enough poppies so that he’d hopefully sleep for another few hours. I thought it was because I just wanted him to heal, he deserved rest, but my eyes kept jumping back to the ivy scales on the wall, and I knew then I drugged him excessively because I wasn’t ready to talk about what happened. I don’t think I’d ever be ready.

Every time I blink, I see him up there. Halfway up the walls that imprisoned the Glade, his grip on the vines loosening as he looks down at me, tears running down my cheeks. I could have sworn he mouthed ‘I’m sorry’. But it didn’t matter. Because a second later Newt let go of the vines and plummeted towards the ground.

The thud as he hit the grass tore through my body. I wasn’t aware of the desperate screams that escaped my mouth, my vision too blurred with tears to see all the Gladers run to his nearly lifeless body, as I collapsed on the ground.

Clint and Jeff were yelling at me, I was the Keeper of the Med-jacks, I was in charge of healing Gladers. This was my job, my responsibility. Newt’s life was in my hands. Their shouts were muffled, my lungs had tightened up as the only clear thing I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat in my head.

I felt a tightness on my shoulders, someone started shaking them, snapping me out of my shock. Gally’s voice was firm, it cut through my despair like a knife.

‘Florrie! Hey, snap out of it. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re thinking, you gotta push it aside. Newt needs you to save him, we all need you to save him.’

Regaining my focus and bottling up my shock, I nodded. Gally pulled me up and we both sprinted after the boys that were carrying Newt to the Med Hut.

‘Put him on the bed.’ I ordered.

‘Jeff, I need poppies, clean bandages, and a splint. Maria, I need you to grab herbs, get me yarrow, lavender, aloe and as much gingko as you can spare. Clint, examine Newt’s lower body for any broken bones, torn ligaments and wounds. Gally and Ada, I need three buckets of boiled water. Alby, get everyone out. Unless you’re a Med-jack or are getting me supplies, I don’t want you in here.’ I barked, yelling orders at everyone.

The Gladers darted off to retrieve the supplies I needed, everyone else filtered out of the Hut, trying to return back to their jobs.

‘You too, Alby.’ I ordered, as I washed my hands.

‘Are you sure you’re okay to do this? Clint and Jeff can do this.’ He said, gently.

‘Newt is on his death bed. And you think I’m just going to walk away? Alby, I can do this.’

He nodded, exiting the Hut. I went back over the bed hurriedly, the love of my life lying almost deadly still.

‘Sorry, babe’. I apologised, before ripping his mud-splattered shirt in apart, leaving his torso exposed to examine his upper body for injuries. I felt around his torso and shoulders, trying to sense the damage caused by the fall.

‘What are you thinking?’ Clint asked.

‘I’m thinking, few broken ribs, fractured arm, nasty cut on one side and head trauma. What you got down your end?’

‘Torn ligaments all along one leg, shattered ankle and a really deep cut.’

From the window, I saw everyone rush back with the supplies I asked for.

‘Alright.’ I said as I rolled up my sleeves, ‘let’s get to work.’

Clint, Jeff and I had worked all through the night, but it was worth it. Newt might not be as strong as was, but the important thing was he was going to make it. I’d made Jeff and Clint go back to their hammocks and get some rest, it wasn’t going to take three of us to watch over Newt and I could deal with any Slicers that needed patching up.

I’d collapsed onto the only other bed in the Hut, exhausted. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, ignoring the beams of dawn that were breaking through the window.

A few hours later, I was woken from my deep slumber by a gentle rapping at the door.

‘Come in.’ I groaned, unwilling to drag myself from the bed.

Ada crept through the door, a fresh stain on her green shirt from the kitchens and holding a steaming plate that smelt so good my stomach rumbled like rolling thunder.

‘Hey.’ She said.

I pulled myself up on the bed. ‘Hey.’ I yawned back.

‘You doing okay?’

‘I’m shucking whacked, I feel like I need to sleep for days.’ I said, unable to suppress another yawn.

‘You’ve done everything you can for him. You deserve to rest.’ As she walked closer, I began to recognise the smell from the plate and my eyes became fixated on what was smelling so utterly delicious.

‘Did you make me eggs and bacon?’ I asked eagerly, hoping the answer was yes as the thought of my favourite breakfast made me drool.

‘Yeah. Fry was making everyone else their normal breakfast, but I said I should make something for you and the other Med-jacks.’

I practically stole the plate from her hands, placing it on my lap as I gobbled up the warm, perfectly cooked meat and the soft egg.

‘Hungry, are you?’ Ada teased.

‘Shut up.’ I grinned back, through a mouthful of bacon. ‘You would be too if you spent the entire night trying to save someone’s life.’

‘How bad was the damage?’ Ada asked, gently. This was a topic I really didn’t want to talk about.

‘Bad. Really bad. If we hadn’t got him back here in time…’ I trailed off, unable to even say the rest of my sentence.

Ada rubbed my shoulders comfortingly, as I shovelled another mouthful of breakfast.

‘What are you going to say to him?’. She asked.

I sighed, exasperated. ‘I really don’t know. What do you say to someone after they try to kill themselves?’

‘Well, I don’t think you have long to figure it out.’ She nudged my shoulder, referencing Newt’s small groans and little movements. He was waking up.

‘I’ll leave you guys alone.’ She said, taking my finished plate from my hands and the three dishes on the table of uneaten dinner Clint, Jeff and had been too busy to eat last night.

‘Florrie…’ Newt mumbled; his eyes still glued shut as he gradually woke from his slumber.

I stood next to him, waiting for him to wake up.

His eyes fluttered open, I saw those beautiful brown eyes I loved to stare at, filled with such pain. His hair was a ruffled mess and the only thing covering his torso were the bandages I had wrapped around his ribs.

His eyes darted around the room for a second as he took in his surroundings and slowly realised where he was. His eyes met mine and they interlocked for a second, almost making me forget the horrible tragedy he’d inflicted on everyone, almost.

‘Florrie-‘. He began.

‘Quite a fall you had.’ I interrupted, unwilling to hear his apologies.

‘Love-’. He started.

‘Don’t call me that.’ I shot back, too angry for his pet name.

‘Was it a fall?’ I asked, ‘or was it a jump?’

Even though I knew better, I begged for him to tell me it was a fall, an accident. But Newt wouldn’t look at me, I had my answer.

‘I’m not sure your leg will ever full heal. You might have a limp for life.’ I said as I grabbed some clean bandages from the table and began wrapping them around his leg, fiddling with the material and forcing my eyes to not look at him.

‘Florrie, can we talk?’

‘No.’ I said solemnly, tying the bandages up and walking back over the table, pretending to play around with some herbs whilst I hid the tears in my eyes.

‘Please.’ He begged. I could hear the pain in his voice, and it cut through my like a glass shard.

‘I said no, Newt.’

‘Please. Just hear me out.’ He shuffled himself over on the bed, making a little room and beckoning for me to perch on it.

Reluctantly, I walked over to bed and sat next to him.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through that. I didn’t mean to hurt you-‘

‘You didn’t mean to hurt me? Newt, you tried to commit suicide!’ I yelled. ‘I had to watch you fall from the wall, and lay on the ground lifeless! If I hadn’t managed to save your life, your blood would be on my hands! I’m the Keeper of the Med-jacks, I’m meant to keep everyone safe!’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t think about you. I was just thinking about them.’

‘Who’s them?’

‘Everyone. Every Glader we’ve had to watch die. I couldn’t keep losing my friends, I couldn’t keep seeing them die and have their deaths on my conscious. I couldn’t watch anyone else I care about die.’

‘Newt,’ I slipped my hand into his, ‘We all feel that. I see Nick and George every time I go to sleep at night. No one should ever have to watch their loved ones die, but you can’t let it destroy you. We did everything we could for them.’

‘This place is a prison. We’re prisoners. We’ve been here for so long, what if there’s no way out.’

‘There is.’ I reassured.

‘How can you know that, love?’

‘I can’t believe that we are stuck in here for the rest of our lives, I won’t. There has to be a way out, because if there isn’t,’ I paused, ‘I don’t know what I’ll do. The hope that someday we’ll be out of here, is the one thing keeping me going.’

‘I think I’ve lost my hope.’

‘Find it again. You can’t give up, Newt. We’re Gladers, we got each other. We’re here for you, Alby, Maria, Ada, Frypan, even Gally. And I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere.’ I smiled.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

‘Thank you, love’

‘Promise me.’ I said, looking up from his chest into his eyes, feeling his warm breath smother my face, ‘Promise me, you’ll keep fighting, Newt.’

‘I will.’ He promised.

‘I know you want to die because of them, but I need you to live for me.’ I begged. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you, Newt.’

‘I love you too, Florrie’. He said back, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips.

For a while we stayed there, Newt drifted back off to sleep but I was wide awake. I cuddled into him, refusing to let got. Because, deep down, a part of me was afraid that if I let go, Newt would slip away.

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A Little Braver - 25

Helloooo world.

I had the week from hell so far, but tonight i felt a bit more energetic and I had the time to have a look at ch 25 and have it ready for publication.

But if you see any typos or errors, I am sorry I am still on the exhausted side.

So, we have Elorcan to open the dances, because those two are cute.

Aelin and Rowan share a deep moment and Rowan finally closes a chapter of his life.

A bit of angst that affects Aelin more than she expected and get ready for the hint of a crazy snowstom that will happen in ch 26.

Lorcan woke up all of a sudden and when he noticed the time on the clock he cursed his military training causing him to have a natural alarm at the crack of dawn. He tried to move but realised he was blocked by a female presence sprawled on him. Her dark hair all over his chest tickling him with a sweet scent invading his nostrils.

He was getting used to that presence at his side making his miserable life better with each passing day.

He felt his lips tug up in a small smile, something that he had been doing more and more lately thanks to the woman in his arms.

Rowan and the others joked but he was starting to realise that Elide really was doing a miracle on him and in he was willing to secretly admit that he was actually enjoying the end result.

Elide had been exhausted after her shift so he had offered her a lift and they had gone to his place claiming that it was the better option since it was closer. He had stayed with her all day at the firehouse and offered to cook for everyone. The day had been brutal and he was glad she could finally have a day off.

With his hand he gently stroked her hair. He was never one for love gestures like caresses, but Elide had been changing his mind about that too. He would not admit it to a single soul but he also had started to enjoy cuddling. Lorcan still believe in his stone-cold attitude with other people but for Elide he was happy to drop the mask.

Slowly and carefully he disentangled himself trying very hard not to wake her up and shifted his legs off the bed, only to remember he was naked.

Something else he had discovered since having started to date Elide was the joy to have sex for a person he cared for. With Elide it meant something from the beginning especially when she was still scared. He had allowed time to get to terms with the idea and they had taken it day by day allowing Elide to take charge and let her dictate the pace. Slowly, with time Elide has started to become more curious and he showed her. That had in the end been something new for Lorcan too. In his life he had a long list of partners and then a spell with Essar which was just pure sex. Never with feelings involved. Because of one thing he was certain, what he had confessed to Rowan was getting truer each day. He was positive what he felt was love for Elide. He was doomed. Utterly lost.

He got off the bed, wore his boxers and walked to the kitchen taking his phone with him. Finally Lorcan got off the bed and walked out of the room closing the door behind him not to risk wake up Elide and phoned Rowan, knowing that the man was an early riser like him.

“What?” A very grumpy Rowan answered the phone.

“Are you still sleeping?”

“Yes, you idiot. It’s 6am.” He said quietly.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because Aelin is still sleeping.”

Lorcan started pacing the kitchen “remember when I told you I thought I was in love with Elide?”

“Yes,” growled Rowan on the other side.

“Well, I am now positive. I am in love with her.” Panic thick in his voice “What do I do?”

“Deal with it like all of us.”

“Damn it, Whitethorn I have no fucking clue what to do.”

“Tell her.”

Lorcan froze in his steps.

“Practice with me, Elide I love you.”

“I don’t think I can.” He went back pacing, running a hand through his hair.

The reply took a bit longer to arrive.

“Salvaterre, grow a pair and tell her. And don’t fucking call at 6am ever again.”

Aelin had answered and then hung up on him.

He placed the phone on the counter and went back trying to make breakfast. Maybe Rowan was right, he should just tell her, but he was terrified of messing this up. Worried that she might not feel the same way. He was not an easy man to love.

He turned to make some coffee when he felt a pair of hands on his waist and a gentle kiss on his back and a groan left him because he had woken her up and Elide deserved some rest.

“Why are you up at this ungodly hour?”

He turned and smiled at seeing Elide in his shirt which on her was gigantic reaching her knees.

“Sorry,” he kissed her head tenderly. “Go back to bed.” With his hand he gently pushed her away.

Elide instead buried her face in his chest “you come too.”

He abandoned the coffee and followed her back.

Once they were again under the blankets he pulled her to him and gathered all of his courage. It was the perfect timing. He was an airforce pilot. He had seen combat. He could surely talk to Elide and tell her about his feelings.

“Eli, can we talk?”

“Uh oh…” she said, looking up to him “you are bailing on me.”

“I am not.” He took her hand and played with her fingers gathering time to think. “Are you okay with me? As in happy?”

She gave him the most beautiful smile that reminded why he was in love with her “you can be grumpy, but yes, I am happy with you.”

He nodded “neither of us have ever done this before so I am going to improvise.” He hadn’t been that nervous in a very long time “I…” he took a deep breath “please don’t be scared by what I am about to say.”

Elide pulled back from him staring at his weird expression.

“I love you.” He had said it. He had doomed himself.

Elide moved closer and kissed him deeply and he thought that surely was a good response.

“I do too.” She caressed his head “I know we haven’t been going out for a long time but yeah I have these strong feelings for you.” She kissed him again “and I love that I feel safe with you.” She chuckled “having a giant of a boyfriend helps.”

Lorcan’s mind locked on the word boyfriend. That was something else they hadn’t discussed yet. They had been dating but no labels. But he had to admit he liked the sound of it.

He grabbed her and pulled her half on top of him “so, I am your boyfriend?”

“Yes sir, and I am Commodore Lochan now.”

Lorcan laughed “considering how bossy you are, you can be the CO in the relationship.”

Elide straddled him and he realised that under the shirt she was still naked “Good. Now shut up and kiss me soldier, it’s an order from your superior.”

Lorcan pulled her down and, like a good soldier, kissed her. Deeply, showing her just how much he loved her.

***

Aelin and Rowan had fallen back asleep when Aelin’s phone buzzed on her nightstand.

“What now?” Aelin groaned, turning and slamming the phone with her hand “what the fuck is going on this morning?”

Rowan growled and pulled her to him hating the loss of contact with her body.

Aelin grabbed the phone and saw the text from Elide “good, your boss has told Elide he loves her. They are officially together.”

Rowan muttered something and Aelin smiled at his face smashed in the pillow, his eyes still shut and his hair, which was getting longer, was all messy. She took a picture of him. She loved watching his sleepy face. The hard lines of his face disappeared and his features relaxed. She scooted closer and his arms folded around her as of on instinct and buried her face in the crook of his neck then angled her face and kissed his cheek and felt a hint of stubble. Now that he was during his time off he was far more relaxed and he hadn’t bothered shaving. She admitted she kinda liked it. Aelin brushed his hair, enjoying a side of him that no one knew about.

She heard him moan gently at the touch. In the morning it was when he loved to cuddle the most. He liked contact with her any time of the day but the mornings were his weakness. He cracked open one eye and groaned again squeezing Aelin against him. Skin touching skin. Clothes in bed had become very quickly an annoying accessory and Aelin adored snuggling against him and wake up with the contact of his warmth against her.

“You are so needy in the morning.” He nodded energetically and Aelin kissed his lips.

She felt his hands sneak down her back cupping her buttocks “come on buzzard, we can have breakfast and then we can go and do grampa things and go to the theatre later.” In response he held her tighter and Aelin smiled at this interesting side of him. She had a feeling the six months apart had made him crave even more contact with her. Not that she complained. She loved it.

She disentangled herself from him among his protests, got off the bed and reluctantly she wore her house clothes.

Rowan sat up slowly, his face still sleepy “what’s wrong with you this morning?”

“Blame Lorcan, he woke us up at the crack of dawn.”

He collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling “I am going to kill him.” He groaned and then extended his arms to grab her “come back in bed.”

Aelin instead pulled his arm “food.”

“I am pretty sure you can make toast without me.”

She dropped his arm and stormed to the kitchen almost annoyed.

Rowan huffed loudly, threw his legs off the bed and sat down, grabbing his boxers. Once he was dressed he stood and joined Aelin. He reached her side and bumped her hips with his pushing her away “you are dangerous even when you toast bread.”

She gave him a very rude gesture and sat on the counter but instead of making toast, Rowan started making pancakes “and don’t say I am not nice to you.”

Aelin scoffed and folded her arms at her chest “sure, if you are in the mood.”

Rowan gasped and pinched her side “you little devil.” Then went back to cooking “I was thinking that we could go to my place and get my stuff. I have a lot of kitchen things that we can still use and I can move the last of my stuff here. If you are still up to the idea.” He suggested quietly wondering if it had been a spur of the moment suggestion after he had come back.

“Getting cold feet, captain?” She smirked “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Rowan switched off the hob and moved to her “But I want to. My mind hasn’t changed from two days ago. I do want to move in with you. Officially.”

Her arms went around his neck “then let’s make this moving in day. We can go to the theatre tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

Aelin nodded “today is when it officially starts. Our life together. This will become house Whitethorn-Galathynius.”

Rowan’s heart started racing madly in his chest at the weight of her words. She was asking him to commit to her, to them. And although some of his fears still gripped his soul from time to time, he realised that, being with her, was all that actually mattered. He stepped closer to her “I am yours,” he had so many more things he wanted to say to her but that’s all he could muster. Her hand ran through his hair and the smile she gave him almost brought him to his knees “I am yours and you are mine.” She said softly against his lips.

“I am yours and you are mine.” He repeated.

Then her mouth moved to his neck and closer to his ear “now get a move on and finish those pancakes.”

Rowan laughed and pulled away “how did I end up with such a bossy woman at my side?”

She dunked her finger in the pancake mixture and smeared his nose with it “because you love a woman who likes to be on top and take charge.”

He cleaned his nose with a towel “you are a terror.”

It was an hour later when they arrived at his flat. It was the first time for Aelin and she was curious to see how he lived. He was very neat and tidy and super organised while she was the tornado. He would fold his clothes and put them away, she would throw them on a chair. In that aspect they were two complete opposites.

They stepped in and the flat was cold.

“Sorry, I haven’t been here in a while.” And went to turn the heating on.

The living room was simple with a bookshelf with a few books, a tv on a table, a sofa and a coffee table. There were no photos in the house and Aelin wondered if that was the house he had shared with Lyria.

“I never bothered much decorating.” He added when he noticed her expression “I moved out of the house I had with Lyria after I came back from deployment. I donated all of her stuff and got out of that place. I just couldn’t.” She saw the sadness in his eyes. No matter how horrible the woman had been she could see that he had loved her. “This has always been a place where to crash at night. It never felt like home.”

She brushed his hair “we now have our home.”

He nodded and kissed her then pulled away in case the kiss led to more. He had no intention of having sex with her in that flat.

“I have boxes,” he said “I’ll do the kitchen, could you please start with the living room?”

She grabbed some of the boxes he had pointed at and moved to the bookcase. That was a fun task at least, although he did not have many books.

“Almost all of your books are about flying.” She commented while browsing some of the titles with interest.

“I tend to have fiction on my e-reader. I can’t take physical books on a mission so my e-reader is my best buddy. I have hundreds of books in there.”

Slowly and methodically she emptied the bookcase and packed away his books. Once at the bottom shelf she noticed an hidden photo album at the back of the books.

She opened it and “Oh.” Surprise hit her when Aelin discovered it was a wedding album. Rowan and Lyria’s wedding album.

With a hint of curiosity she flipped through the pages and noticed that Lyria had been lovely. All that Aelin remembered of the woman was the bloodied and battered victim at the scene of an accident. Lyria was petite and graceful. She looked stunning in her wedding dress, then looked at Rowan in his dress mess uniform and her heart sank. He was gorgeous and much younger. He seemed happy.

She was so engrossed in the photos she did not notice him arriving at her side.

“Where did you find that?” He asked almost annoyed at her.

Aelin lifted her gaze and met his hurt stare “I was boxing the books. It was at the back, hidden.”

“I could not get rid of it,” he said, sitting at her side and grabbing the album “that’s why I hid it.

“This is not something you bin.” She whispered. She had stashed all of Sam’s photos in a box full of memories about their life together. A box that was carefully hidden in the small attic her house had.

“We were happy in those photos, or so I want to believe.” He was silent for a while “I proposed before I left for a mission and promised we would get married upon my return. Once I was back Lyria had the wedding organised in a month.” He sighed, closing the book “soon after she started being unwell and we discovered she was pregnant. I should have known.” Aelin took his hand to offer silent comfort “it happened too soon to be mine, but I was so happy at the idea of becoming a dad that I ignored everything.” He stood and walked back to the kitchen and kept packing his stuff.

Aelin placed the photo album in the box and kept packing.

Once Aelin was done with the few belongings in his living room she joined him in the kitchen and noticed his full boxes “you really have loads of stuff for cooking.”

In response he gave her a wide grin, the sadness of a moment before completely gone “I was going to get us new stuff for our place but then I realised my stuff here is still in great condition so there is no need to waste money.”

Aelin raised her hands “you are the one doing the cooking. As long as you are fine…” She moved at his side and stared at him packing “can I do the bedroom or you don’t want me snooping?”

“Go on. Most of my clothes are already at our place. There’s not much there.”

She waltzed to his room and noticed it was even emptier than the living room. She opened the closet and found very few items in there. She folded the clothes and placed them in the bag and then moved to the nightstands and opened the drawers and took out the few items inside. In one of the drawers she found a box at the very bottom, hidden in the corner. She had a look and found out it was wedding rings. Hear heart ached. She had stashed away her engagement ring in her box of memories in the attic. A few times she had thought about selling it but never had the courage to do it. That ring was a promise she made to Sam and she would leave it with all the other pieces of a life that was probably never meant to be.

Aelin placed the tiny box in the one used for packing. Just like the wedding photos it was something that could be hidden away but never binned. No matter the hate. He had been married. Before they met they both had loved other people and that was a part of their lives that could not just be thrown away. It was part of who they were.

She finished packing the room and joined Rowan still in the kitchen finishing up the last few things.

“I think that’s us.”

They did one final walkthrough and made sure they took everythin. Aelin helped Rowan load the boxes in his car and then he walked back to lock the door behind him but not before giving one last look at the place, ready to close that chapter of his life forever.

Once back in the car he took his place at the wheel and Aelin placed her hand on his knee “are you okay?” noticing his strange stare.

Rowan nodded shifting the gear into drive “I feel as if I finally closed a painful and chaotic chapter of my life and I somehow feel relieved.”

She kissed his temple “now it’s time for our chapter.” Then she giggled “just make sure there is a lot of smut.”

Rowan burst out laughing “no pressure, then?”

They got back to their house and dumped the boxes in the spare room except for the kitchen one. Rowan unpacked it and confessed he was looking forward cooking in an adult kitchen.

“Look at you. I am going to dress up like a frying pan maybe you will find me hot.”

Rowan stood and walked to her and pulled Aelin to him “I always find you hot.” His mouth close to her ear, his hand sneaking up her t-shirt, while the other one found its way in her shorts, pushing her closer to him, making her feel just how much he found her attractive.

Aelin kissed him fiercely and pushed him toward the counter “I want you naked, captain.”

Rowan pulled back and tugged off his t-shirt and his shorts, standing naked in front of her. “Your turn now.” Aelin removed her clothes and stopped in front of him “what are you going to do now?” She placed a hand on his chest and he grabbed her, lifting Aelin on the kitchen island. She lay on her back and locked her legs behind him, pulling him closer. Rowan bent over and kissed her belly “what about we started writing that smut chapter?” He added against her skin, then slowly moving down between her legs. Aelin moaned and her back arched “write away, captain…”

Aelin arrived at the fire station the next morning with a big smile on her face. She walked to the ambulance and climbed in when she noticed Lysandra in there working. She jumped on the gurney “Can I ask you something?”

“Go,” she said while storing away some medicines.

Aelin took a deep breath “when did you know that Aedion was the one?”

Lysandra stopped and turned “did something happen between you and the captain?”

“We officially moved in together. We went to get all his stuff from his flat.” She explained “we might have said things.”

“As in? Did you guys fight?”

Aelin shook her head remembering how they spent the rest of the afternoon before heading for the theatre.

“I don’t have an exact moment of when I realised Aedion was the man. All of a sudden I wanted him at my side forever. I just realised that he was the one.”

“I think the relationship with Rowan shifted.”

“Bad or good shift?” Lysandra abandoned her box of supplies and went into full gossip mode.

“Good. I think things between us just got serious.”

Lysandra smiled at her friend “and you are okay with it? Are you fine?”

Aelin nodded “Yes,” she brushed her hair “yes. I love the idea and it feels right.”

Lysandra squealed “I am so happy for you two. I knew you two were going to marry next.”

Aelin rolled her eyes “no one spoke of marriage. Yes, things developed but that is still very far away.” Then she looked at her watch “gotta go and get changed.” She jumped off the gurney “this stays between us.”

“Yes, mrs Whitethorn.” Aelin rolled her eyes one more time and left to get ready for their shift.

Once she arrived back in the common room she found it empty. That was strange. She walked out in the yard and found her answer.

Aedion, being the crazy military man that he was, was running rope rescue drills with Borte and the rest of the team was helping by playing victims.

“Captain,” said Aedion noticing her arrival “I just thought to use these quiet moments to do something useful.” She looked at Ress and Brullo playing victims and their face clearly showed that they would have been happier lazying in the common rom in front of the tv. A treat that Aedion allowed them only after he had executed his daily cruel routine. He believed in drills and training and Aelin was more than happy to give him free rain. When her workload would allow it, she would join in as well.

“Go on lieutenant.” She nodded, then turned to Borte “listen to him and you will do well.”

The woman nodded and they went back to training.

Aelin on the other hand, went back to her office and buried herself on paperwork. That was the downside of being a captain, she had to deal with all the staff related issues for both shifts; holidays, rosters and any other issue coming her way. In front of her she had a small pile for staff requests, most of them time off requests she had to squeeze in in the next roster. The next bigger pile were the reports for the last call they had. It was her job to finalise them and file them. She hated writing reports. That’s why she was now procrastinating. One report lay in front of her abandoned while she was texting with Rowan. He told her he was having lunch with Gavriel later on. She told him to have fun and leave the other women alone. Aelin was about to go back to her paperwork when dispatch alarm went off and she laughed that she had been saved by the bells.

She ran out of her office and to her engine donning her turnout gear left on the floor with the others, jumped on the vehicle and put her jacket on while Nox drove out followed by truck and the ambulance.

“Structure fire,” said Nox.

“Don’t you just love mornings?”

The drive did not take long. Aelin jumped off the engine followed by her team. Luckily the house was small “Ansel, Luca I want you to vent the back.” Then she turned to Aedion “I can see a basement, take Ress and Brullo and do a search there.” Then she looked at the new recruit “Borte, Manon, you are with me, we’ll do a sweep of the first floor.” The three women moved inside “we don’t have much time,” she shouted over the radio “the fire is deep in the structure. Sweep and once you are clear you get out.” She turned right and indicated to Borte and Manon to cover the rest of the floor.

“Fire department, call out.” She shouted. Crouching low Aelin began to sweep methodically the room, visibility was bad and the fire was quickly spreading. They did not have much time.

“Fire department, call out.” She was about to turn around when she saw a foot peeking from behind the sofa. “I got someone,” she shouted over the radio.

Aelin was about to grab the elderly lady when she perked up and started screaming “let me die.” The woman shouted and resisted Aelin’s help almost pushing her on the ground.

“We need to go.” Aelin grabbed the woman’s arms but she was much stronger than expected and pushed her away again “I need assistance in the living room.” She called over the radio and Manon appeared a moment later.

“Let me die. Let me die.” Kept repeating the woman fighting Aelin.

Aelin nodded to Manon and they grabbed one the shoulders and the other one the legs and carried out the elderly lady who kept trashing all the way outside. They placed her on the gurney and Lysandra and Elide took care of the woman who was now weeping hard.

Aedion joined her “basement clear.”

Aelin removed her mask “guys scene is clear, get the water going now.” Then she stared at the woman on the gurney and wondered.

They did a secondary search “fire originated in the kitchen,” said Brullo joining her outside “cooking oils fire gone wild.”

Aelin nodded “let’s pack up and return to quarters.”

The journey back to the station was quiet and Aelin could not remove from her head the plea from the woman to let her die. What kind of pain would drive someone to beg to let them die in a fire?

Once back at the station she hid back in her office and tried to work again, but after an hour she gave up. She got out and called her team “engine, let’s go for a ride. Aedion, keep truck here. I have the radio with me. If we get a call we’ll see you on the scene.” She jumped on the engine and Nox was at the wheel waiting for her orders “Orynth General.” The man nodded and the engine drove out of the station.

“Do you think she did it?” Asked Asterin from the back.

“I don’t know,” replied Aelin, her gaze fixed outside.

Nox parked the rig just outside of the hospital “you stay here just in case.” She got off the vehicle and walked into the building and then the A&E reception “Hi Sorscha,” she said to the woman.

“Hi Aelin.”

“I believe Lys and Elide dropped off an elderly lady we rescued from a fire. I was wondering how she is.”

“Yes, Mrs Perkins.” She typed something in her computer “smoke inhalation mostly and some first degree burns.”

“Did you manage to contact any family?”

Sorscha nodded “her daughter is driving from Illium just now.”

Aelin nodded “can I go and see her?”

“Med bay three.” And the doctor pointed her in the right direction.

Once there she knocked against the beam to announce her presence “Mrs Perkins?”

“Yes?” Said the woman shakily.

Aelin moved a step in “Hi, my name is Aelin, I am one of the firefighters who rescued you.”

The woman looked away “why did you do that?” The woman’s voice was strained.

“It’s my job. I can’t let people burn inside buildings.” She explained quietly.

The woman’s hazelnut eyes met hers “I begged you, though. I wanted to die.” Her voice broke and Aelin noted again the pain in the woman’s voice.

She sat on the chair at her side and took her hand “why?”

The woman was silent for a moment “I lost my husband six months ago. We had been together for fifty two years.” Aelin’s heart hurt at the pain in the woman’s stare “it might make me weak, but I miss him and without him I feel lost.”

Aelin took a deep breath, fighting the tears threatening to appear. For a brief second her treacherous heart showed a life without Rowan and she could share the woman’s pain.

“You are far too young to understand.”

“A year and a half ago I lost my fiancee. He was a firefighter too. He died in a fire,” she confessed, pain gripping her heart. Yes, losing Rowan would probably break her completely, but Sam’s death had pushed to an abysm that she struggled to come back from for a while. “it almost destroyed me. I gave up on everything for a while. I felt like I could not go on without him. My friends brought me back from the darkness.”

“What was his name?”

“Sam.” She gripped the woman’s hand “I am sure your husband would like to know that you are still alive and well. He wouldn’t want you to give up for him.”

The woman nodded and in that instant her radio went off.

“Go,” said the lady “go and save someone else.”

Aelin rushed out and joined the engine “let’s go, guys.” And they rushed to another call.

An hour later engine and truck made it back to the station. Everyone went to their duties and Aelin walked back to the office, finally trying to catch up to all the paperwork. At least she had a good excuse for Dorian if it was late. Saving people had the priority.

She was finally in the zone and making some progress when someone knocked at her door.

“Come in,” she almost snarled.

Aedion popped his blonde hair in the crack “someone for you at the front.”

Aelin sighed and followed him on the apparatus floor and saw a woman waiting for her with a box in her hands “Hi, are you Aelin?”

She nodded.

“My name is Ellie, I believe you saved my mum from a fire this morning.”

“You are mrs Perkin’s daughter.”

The woman in front of her nodded and offered her the box “as a thank you to all of you. I got it from the bakery down the road.”

“Thank you,” Aelin grabbed the box and placed it on the big bumper of the engine “how’s your mum?”

“They will discharge her tomorrow. Given her age they want to keep her in for a night to keep an eye on her.”

“I went to see her.”

“My mum…” the woman started and Aelin knew she was restraining the tears from coming “since dad died, she has barely left the house. My husband and I live in Illium. I go once a week and do a big shopping for her, help her in anyway I can. But she gave up on everything.”

“She told me.”

Then the woman sighed “I convinced her to come and live with us. The climate is much milder. Plus she has grandkids and I hope playing grandma will cheer her up.”

Aelin smiled fondly “I am so glad.”

“Thank you for dragging her outside. I could not have been able to cope with losing my mum so soon after my dad.”

“No need to thank me, it’s my job.”

The woman gave her a nod and a smile “I need to go back to the hospital. I just thought to come and say thank you.”

“Give her our best.”

“Will do.” And she walked away.

Aelin stared at the woman disappear for a moment, then she grabbed the box and went to the common room.

“I bring goodies,” the box high up and eyes turned to her at the announcement “from the daughter of the lady from the house fire this morning.” She placed the box on the table and her team ran to it as soon as they recognised its origin. They w ere all fan of the bakery.

“Leave some for Lysandra, Elide and Evangeline. They are the only ones working.” She smiled and walked away ignoring the sweets, something that Aedion noticed and followed her into her office.

“Are you okay?”

Aelin nodded.

“It’s not like you to pass on sweet treats from the bakery down the road.”

Aedion sat down across from her, worry deep in his expression “ok, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Will you stop it?” He almost shouted “I can totally tell there is something wrong but all of a sudden you have decided that you don’t need Lys and me anymore. I know you have posh boy but we have known you longer than him.” It was petty, but he was not letting her shutting down once again.

Aelin stood in a swift motion, facing him “that lady is what is wrong. She lost her husband of fifty two years six months ago and it just opened up wounds I thought had finally started to heal.” She paced behind the desk “her pain reminded me of my own. And every time I think I am getting better my fears come back, reminding me that Rowan has a dangerous job too and makes me want to bail on him and go back being on my own because I cannot go through that pain again.” She let out a ragged breath “this time it could destroy me for good. And I am so scared.”

He moved a step to her and hugged her tight “have you told him?”

Aelin shook her head “it’s just stupid fears,” her voice on the verge of a sob.

“No they are not and he needs to know. He deserves to know. The man is crazy about you.”

She sobbed in his arms her limbs lightly shaking “I love him, but I am so damn scared.”

“You should talk to Lys.” He said against her hair “even after years she is still terrified every single time that alarm goes off.” He sighed “and although her job is less scary, I worry every time she and Elide go out on their own. Until the ambulance comes back in here.”

Aelin pulled back from the embrace.

“Talk to him, okay?”

She nodded.

“Now come and eat some delicacies before the hungry hungry hippos we have in the common room polish up the entire box. You should have some. You saved that woman after all.”

Aelin was back in her office after she had managed to eat the last bits of cakes left. She also felt better. The chat with Aedion had helped and she had texted Rowan. She had to talk to him. Aedion had been right. Rowan deserved to know.

She was about to go back to work for the billionth time that day, when Aedion joined her again “hey, I know you are trying to work, but Orynth just got a snowstorm alert. It’s quite bad.”

Aelin got into action “I want to make sure we have supplies, have Ress check that the backup generators are in good shape. Make sure the truck and engine and the ambulance are in good shape if we get a call.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Aedion left and Aelin texted Rowan to get to the firehouse quickly. She did not want him around town when the storm hit. He texted back saying that he was driving Gav home and heading to the station.

Once in the common room she joined the others in front of the tv to listen to the news. The meteorologists expected high levels of snow and extreme temperatures.

“Ok, people we are in for a treat and probably a long shift. Let’s close the doors for now to keep the storm out.”

The squad spread out and went about their duties. Aelin went to phone Dorian for an update and Dorian gave her permission to use the house for shelter for anyone requesting it.

She tried to phone Rowan again and when he didn’t answer she started to worry. The weather was taking a turn for the worse.

The dispatch alarm went off calling for the ambulance assistance. The three paramedic ladies ran to the ambulance and Aedion joined Lysandra “be careful out there. It’s getting worse. Just drive safely, please.” He gave her a deep kiss “I love you.” She kissed him back and the three left.

Five minutes later they were on the scene and Lysandra gasped when she was off the ambulance and saw who was with the victim.

“Is that Rowan?” Asked Elide joining her.

“I took Gavriel home. I went to get something for Aelin before heading to the station and then I saw her on the ground. I think she bashed her head on the pavement.” He explained not leaving the side of the injured woman.

Lysandra noticed the good job he had done “you blocked her neck.”

“She was unconscious when I found her, but she has been breathing and has a pulse.”

“You’d make a good paramedic. You have the right instincts. ”

Lysandra grabbed the backboard while Rowan placed the collar around the woman’s neck.

“I’ll help you ladies.” And he lifted the board on the gurney with Lysandra.

“Go to the station, she is waiting for you.”

“Be safe, the three of you. The roads are nasty.”

Lysandra nodded and they climbed in the ambulance. He shut the doors and patted the door to tell them they were good to go.

Rowan walked back to his car and dumped the food on the passenger seat. Aelin had been craving a burger from Emrys in a while and they haven’t been able to go so he decided to surprise her.

Getting to the station took him longer than usual, the storm had worsened and visibility was almost non existent. He hoped they didn’t have to go out on a call.

He walked through the door and found the firehouse quite hectic. It seemed like the guys were busy getting ready.

“Captain…” Brullo waved at him.

“Is Aelin in her office?”

“She is in the gear room doing equipment checks.”

“Thanks Brullo.”

Rowan walked into the gear room and found her sitting on the floor playing with the oxygen tanks.

“I bring food.” He waved the bag at her and Aelin looked up at the sound of his voice.

“Ro.” She stood and jumped quickly in his arms “you made it.”

“I also bumped into Lys and Elide. And helped. I am the one who called for the ambulance.”

“Paramedic Whitethorn indeed.” She kissed him gently “now sit,” and snatched the bag of food from him.

“You really love the food more than me.”

Aelin kissed him “I love you but Emrys burgers are amazing. And I love you even more for bringing this.”

He sat on the floor with her and stole a few fries. “You should have gotten one for yourself.” And pushed her burger to him “come on, take half.” He took a bite and pulled his arm around her shoulder while she munched away happily.

“Can we talk?” She said softly after a while, taking the last bit of her burger.

“Of course we can.”

Aelin turned and kneeled in font of him, placing her hands on his knees “we got a call this morning. An old lady we think torched her own place to kill herself.” She told him “when I tried to save her she begged me to let her die.” She looked at him “I went to the hospital to see how she was and we talked.” Her hand grabbed Rowan’s, twining her fingers with his “she lost her husband of fifty two years six months ago. She could not live without him anymore.” She sighed deeply “it opened some wounds. Wounds I thought had now healed and my fears came back and with them the need to bail. To not get attached because the pain could be too much this time.” She sniffled “ but I am not leaving you, no matter how scared I am.” Rowan cupped her face and kissed her “I have the same fears. The night you told me what happened while I was away and walked on the balcony and left you I had the same thoughts. I wanted to bail too.” He kissed her again “I am not leaving you, though because although we haven’t been together for fifty two years, I can’t imagine not having you at my side.”

Aelin sobbed and nested against his chest, incapable of utter any more words. It terrified her sometimes how quickly she and Rowan had become involved after they stopped fighting, how deep the connection. She hoped they were meant to last, because in his arms she could only imagine a future with her silver-haired man.

“We are okay, Fireheart.” And hugged her tight “we can talk about our fears. You can talk to me, you know.”

She nodded “I know.” She sat back down “thank you for the burger.”

A kiss in her head “it was my pleasure.”

“So what do you do for equipment checks?” Rowan changed the topic trying to cheer up Aelin.

“Mostly checking that the tools are working, but most importantly check that the oxygen tanks have been filled.”

He stood and went to grab her jacket and tried it on “this is heavier than I thought.”

Aelin smiled and went to get a bundle “remove your shoes.”

He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“The boots are always inside the trousers. We leave this near the trucks so when we get a call we just remove the shoes, step into the boots and pull up the trousers and then wear the jacket.”

Rowan put his feet in the boots as instructed, then Aelin helped him pull up the trousers and the suspenders and placed the jacket on him.

“So, so sexy right now.” She took a photo of him and then walked closer and kissed him “I have so many naughty thoughts right now.”

Rowan pinned her to the wall and kissed her avidly but she stopped when she heard the sound of the backup generator kick in “that’s the backup generators. Which means a possible power outage. The fun is about to start.”

Rowan removed the uniform very quickly and together they joined the rest in the common room.

“What’s the update?” She asked.

Aedion was about to reply when the dispatch alarm went off.

“Let’s get moving.” Shouted Aelin while running to the engine. Rowan joined her “be careful, all of you.”

“You play host here. Sometimes people come here for shelter.”

He nodded and gave her a quick last kiss before shutting the engine’s. In silence he watched the three vehicles roll out of the firehouse and disappear quickly in the heavy snowfall.

All he had to do now was wait and hope they would make it back safely.

He left the apparatus floor and sat on the sofa in the common room, the place eerily silent.

And waited…