#vixen of the deep blue sea

[ispa-vixen-of-the-deep-blue-sea]

Ispa down under

#ispa #me #vixen of the deep blue sea #photo

[anjuschiffer]

Momma's Lullaby

Welp here's another entry for @official-timari-server's Shutterbug Station 2024!

Enjoy!

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Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

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Context:

Damian is recovering from memory loss after a mission having gone wrong. With his memories barely in tact and only remembering his family's names, Damian was placed into 24 hour surveillance and staying home until his memories returned…hopefully. While at home, Damian was encouraged to do whatever he felt comfortable in doing, drawing and painting being one of them. Out of nowhere, Damian started to remember something from a very long time ago.

A03

“Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,

Swim so wild and you swim so free,

Heaven above and the sea below,

And a little white whale on the go.”

Jason stopped half stride as he heard someone sing, ensuing him to figure out who it was. 

“Baby Beluga, baby Beluga,” Jason turned a hall, muttering in disbelief when the voice came from Damian’s room

“Is the water warm, is your mama home,” He couldn’t believe it…

“With you so happy?” It really was Damian singing, the boy lost in his painting as he slowly swiped his brush across the incomplete canvas in front of him.

In the few weeks that Damian was brought to them, Jason has never heard the boy sing. Hell, he never sang to begin with. So hearing him sing, nonetheless a song that seemed so familiar to the boy, Jason knew he had to get Dick.

Damian watched as the blue paint he dabbed onto the canvas started to morph into a small rubber whale, watching as his hands morphed into small chubby ones, holding onto said whale. He watched as he threw the whale just a few inches away from himself, laughing up a storm when he watched the whale barely sink upon hitting the water

His own squeals were soon accompanied by some distant giggling, Damian feeling his entire body lighten up upon hearing the familiar laugh, feeling the need to smile as he turned to look at the person next to him, her face resting on the edge of the bathtub. Large bluebell eyes smiled at him.

“Was that fun, Dami? Was it fun?” She asked him, Damian finding himself just squealing as she pinched his cheek. “Oh you’re just so cute! Let’s get you washed up, okay?” She tucked a strand of midnight hair behind her ear before she went to scrub his hair. 

“Way down yonder where the dolphins play,

Where you dive and splash all day,” She slowly rinsed the soap off, Damian watching the suds surround him.

“The waves roll in and the waves roll out,

See the water squirting out of your spout.” She brought his bath toys closer to him when Damian started to cry as he watched his beluga toy float away.

“Baby Beluga, oh baby Beluga,

Sing your little song, sing for all your friends,

We like to hear you.” She sang as she took him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him, kissing his nose as she took him to his room.

The room was dim, only a lamp lit the room, speckling the room with tiny stars of light. She laid him on the bed and quickly put him into a soft pair of pajamas so that he would remain warm.

“When its dark and your home and fed,

Curled up snug in your water bed,” She sang as she tucked him under some blankets and laid right beside him.

“Moon is shining and the stars are out,

Good night little whale good night.” She sang, Damian feeling his eyes turn heavy, his consciousness fighting the drowsiness that enveloped his body.

“Baby Beluga, oh baby Beluga,

With tomorrow's sun, another day's begun,

You'll soon be waking.” He found himself closing his eyes.

Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,

Swim so wild and you swim so free,

Heaven above and the sea below,

And a little white whale on the go.

You're just a little white whale on the go.” Damian whispered as he opened his eyes, lifting his paintbrush away from the canvas, finally leaning back to look at the woman staring back at him. Or at least, he knew the face of a woman was looking at him, but try as he may, for the life of him, he just couldn’t-

“What do you have there, Dami?” Dick asked, Damian controlling his flinching from the sudden call. “Who’s that? Someone you know?”

Damian felt something stir in chest, because the longer he tried to stare at her face, he couldn’t see her face. He could only see, he could only recognize the bright shade of bluebell that he adored to see everyday. He loved her attention. Her hugs. He loved her voice and yet… “Damian. Is everything-”

“I don’t know.” Damian answered in the quietest voice Dick had ever heard him speak since he had known the kid. “I don’t know who she is.”

“Well for someone you don’t know…she’s very pretty.”

“She was.” Damian found himself saying, feeling his mind muddle. “She was very pretty…and her voice was pretty. She’d always sing me the same lullaby while tucking me in for bed.” Damian admitted.

“She tucked you into bed? When you were younger?” 

“I think…I’m not completely sure.” Damian looked at her face one last time, but like always, he could only see her eyes. 

Eyes that he wished he could see again.

What he would give to be able to see her again. “But I know one thing. 

I used to call her Momma.”

“Momma! Momma don’t go!” Damian yelled as Talia pulled him back, Damian watching as Momma was guided out the League’s compound, her luggage carried by two guards. “Momma!”

Damian watched as she stopped and said something to the guards. She turned around and simply smiled. “Momma?”

“Take care Dami. Grow up and find me, okay?” She smiled one last time before she turned around, Damian watched her disappear into the exit that led to the outside world he was forbidden to go into.

“MOMMA!”

#maribat #mss2024 #MSS 2024 #shutterbug station 2024 #mominette

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: November 2022

Rating for the Month: Ten-Ten out of Ten Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== All in Good Time Ten-Ten New Moon Sugar Hive Hello Sallow Pinocchio Despair Bouquet Culture Blue Eyes Demon of Ifrane Future-Respawning Button On a Night Waiting For You I Look to the Moon YOMI Moon Leaf Breeze Umbrella Ameowcable Trickster Montage Specter Aqua Flight Any Question Answer Backside of the Earth

========== Worth Your Time ========== Cloud Cover Cute Monster Summer Lost Album Juvenile Merry go round Splatonic Checkmate Let's Am I (Weaving Inferiority) Red Land Marker Cast a Spell DAWN Until This Magical Moment Ends Blame and Tragedy Vixen Natural Lie Mad Sakura Theater out of memory bibibibe!!! Reunion Ghost Writer's Birthday Not to the Moon Jet Black Abyss It's Fine If You Misunderstood Spherascope Geminal Want To Be A Wonderful Person! I'm the Worst Long-Distance Swim A Summer of Running Around, You Smile Blind Slippery Eel Airborne Aspiration Keepcalm's Fifth Experiment Distict Marriage Blue Haide's Prayer To Think Sadness Could Be So Pretty Age 405 Ghost Party Expressor Dissolve Sugar Into a Bitter Life Want You Bad Bed Merry Bellflower Dying Town Escape Project Demon's Star Your Form Mad Flower Lieonids If There's a Reason to Disappear Lycoris Hallelujah (It'll Be Sunny) Day to Day Tortonenia Unhappy Meal Drop Dead Party Alleycat's Propaganda BLAST Regards, Stating Idealistic Thoughts Lodging the Rain Hidden Volcano Glad It Wasn't Me Non-Ethereal Body Troupe C-chan Winder Might Become a Cat and Escape Reality. It's I In the Blink of a Spring Kinda Floating Elopement, And Then Homeostasis Sai no Kawara Hallucination Scissorhands in vitro Flash Contract Lament, and Ordinary Days Go On Marginal Soul Phony Daydream Windy Day Golden Slumber Irea Serena Past the Higan Cocoon North Pole Silver Detour Comprehending Kid hell mp Deposit Opening Closing Out Start Line Sunbeam Garden Heart Arrow Sweet Vanilla Flavor! Straight Line Prologue Filmography (Un)seen Light Shined on a Room Pochette Deep Sea Distance Jeep⁉。

#vocaloid #vocaloid highlights

[mountaingnomes]

I was wondering what bands you liked? And out of them, which one inspires you to write music the most?

This is such a cool question to be asked, thank you! These actually feel like two pretty separate questions to me. The first one is too jumbled to answer in a Tumblr post and I don't have brain right now, but I'll try?

My first real music love was Evanescence. I was obsessed. The sheer fucking primal emotion in their music combined with Lee's aesthetic & the cinematic feel of it all was catnippp to me. My second love was Coheed & Cambria (I was in a cover band in high school), for similar reasons + they were my first exposure to concept albums. Anyone who hasn't listened to their first 3 albums *needs* to. The Dear Hunter was also an early love of mine. Their frontman (and Tanner Merritt of O'Brother, look up their first Audiotree session and sink innnn) are my vocal inspirations. Shout-outs to Panic!'s first two albums, 2000s emo in general, and especially MCR (confirming here that Helena & Gerard is an MCR reference). I was also in a Mars Volta cover band in college, which was how I started getting any kind of decent at the instrument.

More recently (in addition to frequent visits to my old favorites) I have been loving PUP, The Hotelier, Sarah & the Safeword (you all would *love* them), The Oh Hellos, Freelance Whales first album, Hozier (oh god Hozier), Typhoon, Jank (first album) O'Brother (first two albums), San Fermin, The Suitcase Junket, Devil & the Deep Blue Sea, Raccoon Tour, As Tall as Lions, Island of Misfit Toys, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Foxing, and Foxy Shazam (put on their self titled album for a fuckin' excellent time). The original Hadestown album also had a huge impact on me.

Who inspires me to write is a different question, because actually most of the songs I've written for Forgetmenauts all have specific feels of different artists that I intentionally wanted to incorporate. Imma go through the discography in order and see if I can pinpoint an inspiration for all the songs. Some are *really* specific, others just have a general feel.

Bestiary:

Leviathan- The Dear Hunter (specifically the song We've Got a Score to Settle)

Sirens- The Dear Hunter

Helena & Gerard- Freelance Whales' first album, or The Oh Hellos, maybe?

Tam Lin- Hozier

Charlatan in Red/Vixen's- mewithoutYou ("It's all crazy..." era)

Interlace of Bones- No idea. The banjo ones are honestly a lot harder to pinpoint.

GWMB- I blacked out while writing this song. I think that one came from somewhere special just for me. I got really, really lucky with that one.

Bats- I was just goofing around lol. Pick a punk band, any punk band.

Be Nimble, Be Quick

Jack- Guitar riff at the beginning is Explosions in the Sky. Lyrics, guitar etc. in the second part are The Dear Hunter x Hadestown

Card Shark- Tyler wrote the music on this one! My vocals are 100% The Dear Hunter tho

The Summer King- mewithoutYou, extremely intentionally

Bigfoot & Mothman- Foxy Shazam, baybee!!!

Persephone- O'Brother (Death of the Day era)

Dancing Plague- Thrice, I think

Wind in the Orchard- O'Brother again, I think

Thomas the Rhymer- 100% I was trying to write a Hozier guitar riff again. The screams at the end are Coheed & Cambria, a la Everything Evil

Faerie Queen- I was trying to write a Tiny Moving Parts riff. The vocals & melody feel pretty original to my own style, tho.

Truth be Told- Kit did all the lyrics & melody on this one. Guitar Moving Mountains (Pneuma era)

Ocean Song- Emma wrote this one! I had no input.

Unreleased (but in rotation):

Cottonwood- This one I really felt like I was drawing on the style that I've been cultivating over the course of this FMNs project.

Rusalka- I was trying to write a Typhoon song. Their album White Lighter is one of the few *perfect* works of art that I know of.

Persephone: I wrote this one back in college, actually, for a concept album I was working on at the time that never got finished. Some Hadestown in it, for sure, otherwise I couldn't tell ya.

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This is the sort of question I always fantasized about getting asked back when I was first starting to write music in high school, it's really cool to have someone who only knows me from my work honestly interested in it. I love answer things like this, thank you so much again for asking! Hope it's a thorough enough answer, and I'm happy to elaborate on any, or hear what influences or echoes you hear in any of our songs.

Big love <3

#the forgetmenauts

[thebiggestdogtbd]

The lion has his mane shaved short and his muzzle painted crimson, the red armor glistens in the bright sunlight. The lion paces the front line of animals, the grass giving way to the heavy armored body.

“Qus shaya na tikkar wenho!” The lion shouts getting a cheer from the thousands of soldiers before him in the same red armor, “Luna ne vira kishk!”

“Ahal Nyrak!” The lion shouts, raising a greatsword.

“Ahal Nyrak!” The mass of bodies chant.

“Onay!” The lion roars placing a steel face mask that perfectly fits the form, “Rah!”

The sea of bodies flood across the plain in a loud war cry. The Lion’s blade ready to strike deep into the hearts of the mortal creatures who oppose him. They  sees a trickle of bodies approaching, their own blades and pole arms ready to clash. Looking closer, it is only twelve who charge. They wear solid metallic armor that reflects the light of his power, their faces obscured by the reflecting rays. Behind the twelve, hundreds more animals shortly follow in rebellion against him, their armors mismatched from many different lands and rulers.

“Khakar!” The voice of a female screams across the field.

The twelve sprint closer and begin to slash their way through the red armored followers. A brown male deer cuts through his grizzly soldiers easily with a golden sword and buckler, his face hidden beneath a blue cloth mask. A seven tailed vixen stabs through the armor of several wolves with a thin sword while drinking ale. A gorilla falls to the mace of a male cheetah, his face away from the lion. A golden furred she-wolf notches an arrow and prepares to release it at him.

The lion unleashes a mighty roar, both armies stumble as the earth shifts from his voice. The lion shifts into a rhinoceros and begins tossing ally and foe alike out of his way, it charges, horn towards the wolf as she notches another arrow. A black she-wolf in dark iron knocks her away and stabs the charging rhino with a spear of iron and wood. No blood falls from the rhino as bright sunlight shines through his wound. The rhino grabs the spear, lifts the she-wolf into the air and slams the shaft down. Her body limp in the grass, her blood painting the yellowed plants crimson.

“Khakar!” A black cougar screams approaching him with a sword of gold and diamond, her black robe falls away to reveal armor of platinum.

The red armored hippo shifts form again to a four armed female wolf. It snarls and lunges upon the cougar with her sword tip aimed at the heart. The cougar charges forward, tackling the wolf mid-lunge, her blade cuts through one arm. The wolf yelps and draws her dagger; plunging the blade into the side of the feline.

“Niva!” The red wolf snarls, lifting the injured cougar .

The cougar cries out in panic as the wolf quickly brings her back down to the ground. An arrow lodges into the three armed she-wolf, the wolf slams the heel of her boot onto the cougar’s throat; snarling as it shifts form again. Green leather hide replace gray fur as the snout lengthens sprouting more teeth, a second pair of eyes grow from the hide. An axe of bone is pulled from the chest as a hiss echoes.

His eyes lock onto the golden wolf, and marches forward, hacking at those foolish enough to attack. Three charge him, the axe of bone hacks through the steel helmet of the wolf attacker. A polar bear swings his mace downward, the crocodile catches the white wrist with a single hand. A hiss builds as the axe separates the bear’s arm at the elbow. The third attacker, a small black rabbit, thrusts his sword into the thick hide of the crocodile.

Dropping the arm, the four eyed beast wraps a hand around the rabbit’s throat. The sword falls away from the crocodile, a bright ray of sunlight from the wound. Kicking with all his might, the rabbit tries to escape as the red armored reptile opens its maw. Begging for life, the rabbit struggles harder to no avail. The teeth clamp down on the rabbit’s head, the force of the jaws crush the small skull; leaving a limp body dangling from the his teeth. The crimson flows down the throat, hidden beneath the red armor.

“Cryel!” The crocodile hisses as he sprints across the once golden field.

The golden furred she-wolf slowly backs away as the crocodile approaches. Her arrows bouncing off of the armor. She notches another arrow, a small field mouse on platinum armor climbs atop.

“Shoot me!” She says holding her tiny blade.

“Sister, I cannot risk it.” The wolf says now retreating from the large reptile chasing .

The crocodile hisses, stops his pursuit, and wraps both hands around the hilt. Raising the axe to behind his head, the crocodile throws it at the two. The she-wolf falls as the blade chops through her right ankle.

“Do it!” The mouse commands.

The injured wolf groans and faces the now charging elephant. She notches her arrow and aims between the eyes of the giant. The mouse climbs atop and flies with the arrow. The arrow breaks on his skin, but the mouse now rides the elephant. She hold tight to his eyebrow and stabs into the large eye. The elephant trumpets, barely missing the injured she-wolf. The mouse carves her way inside as the elephant shifts form again. The mouse loses her grasp and tumbles out. The lion catches her mid-fall and swallows her whole.

The lion roars once more as the sun’s power sends all to the ground in a bright flash of light. The moans of the tired rebels and cultists echo as the lion grabs the injured she-wolf by the scruff of her neck.

“Akan der Niva! Cryel vi shya!” he roars gaining the attention of the soldiers around.

His left hands claws come out; he rests them against her throat as she struggles to move them away. They pierce through her skin and pull upwards until he catches bone. The she-wolf cries out as he begins pulling her head away from her body.

“Husband! Please!” she begs, trying to escape his grasp, “Khakar! No!”

#fantasy #furry fiction #fiction #gods #goddesses #rebelion #eventual fluff #swordfighting #medieval #magic #fantasy writing

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Naive reader with Thor from Ragnarok -🍒

My King

Smut Drabbles Masterlist

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Thor Odinson Taglist – @raspberrymama  @bitchycherryblossomlove @jennie22feona @innerpaperexpertcloud  @thorfanficwriter

Everything Taglist – @godofplumsandthunder  @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @little-baby-vixen  @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @marvelgirl7 @disappointmentofthefam  @pandaxnienke @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles @fyreball66

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Among the people Thor had managed to rescue and get on the ship, his eyes- eye, only searched for yours in the sea of Asgardians. He’d never hoped for a miracle more than now for you to have managed to survive Hela’s wrath and made it on board.

After his people crowned him King, he turned in for the night, fixing a drink for himself when you stepped out of the corners of his chamber.

“(Y/N) is that really you?” Thor called, not sure if you were really here or it was a mirage created by his overworked, fatigued brain. The last straw of hope he’d been holding onto after losing so much.

Wordlessly you stalked towards him, his demeanor dissimilar, sad as you approached. Fingers traced the outside of his new eye-patch as he visibly tensed at your movements. A Thor you didn’t recognize, an otherwise self-assured and brash prince, so timid and reticent. He courteously bent down as you placed both your hands on the sides of his face, still saying nothing, Thor observing your tiniest flinch when he gripped your wrist, there was a bruise there, a battle wound.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. We made it, you saved us, you won.” Voice so soft if it wasn’t for the proximity, he would’ve missed your reassurance seeing anger surge through him at the thought of someone hurting you.

“They crowned me King.” Thor’s spoke finally, his voice thick with emotion, leaning into your touch as his arms held you close. A kiss to his temple seemed to be the knife that cut the last thread which was holding him together as the dam broke and Thor buried his face in your neck as silent sobs racked his body.

You couldn’t recall when you had moved to laying on the bed, still holding the God close, long and relentless kisses that were exchanged that ignited a fire in the two of you, or when Thor looked deep in your eyes to express his desire to have you now, when your clothes had been shed and you found yourself at mercy of the new King of Asgard.

“I’ve been waiting for you, my King.” Your voice softer than a whisper as Thor’s fingers ghosted over your folds, a brilliant blue eye seeking permission before your confession compelled him to open you up with a single long finger first, before plunging a second.

The sounds that left your lips music to his ears, as he massaged your walls, stretching you out, preparing you. Once Thor made sure you were ready, your walls clenching eagerly around his fingers, waiting for more, he manoeuvred himself to settle between your parted legs, kissed you deeply making sure you were comfortable, hips angled over yours.

“Please look at me, little dove.”

Thor’s hot breath fanned over your cheek as he nudged you with his nose, waiting for your eyes to meet his, as soon as you did, his cock teased your wet folds before slowly inching its way inside your warmth. He watched your mouth fall open as you gasped and took him in, a mixture of pleasure and pain evident on your face as your arms went around his shoulders and fingers dug in his back, the sting you felt inside vanishing slowly but surely as he stilled.

Once fully sheathed, your eyes shut once more, gladly accepting his soft gentle kisses all over your face. A flash of uncertainty took over as to what you were supposed to do next, having never experienced such closeness with anyone let alone a God.

That doubt soon dissolved into cries of pleasure as Thor began moving, the friction causing your walls to clench around his cock before he cooed soothing words in your ear, allowing you to relax around him and turn off all other thoughts and focus on the myriad of overwhelming sensations he was making you feel.

Your end wasn’t far as your insides tightened and his thrusts picked up pace, a coil in your belly threatened to snap while he sucked on the skin of your neck, a spot you were sure would be visible for days.

“Let go for me, my dove.”

Thor’s words sent you tumbling over the edge, your back arched off the bed and you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your body trembling and quivering under him as your screams died out, feeling your heartbeat in your core. Your pulsating walls triggered his climax and he came, cock twitching before spilling his seed deep inside your welcoming warmth, his moans the most sinfully pleasing sound ringing in your ears.

As you held onto his shoulders, breaths returned to normal and the room was once more filled with silence, you could only hope you’d managed to provide the comfort Thor wished to seek and you had, Thor was going to make sure to keep you close for as long as you’d let him.

I thought I was done with these drabbles. But now I am, definitely done.

#thor odinson x reader #thor odinson smut #thor x you #thor odinson fanfiction #thor fluff #thor ragnarok #thor odinson imagine #mcu fanfiction #marvel smut drabbles #mcu thor

[tanzen-neko]

Dip a Toe (Victor x MC)

This is my entry for July 6th Summer of Smut Challenge. Tagging the awesome @voltage-vixen. Hope you all enjoy

Dip a Toe (Victor x MC)

MLQC 

Summer of Smut Challenge- July 6th: Skinny Dipping at Night

Warnings: Semipublic nudity, sex, public sex

“Strawberry daiquiri, please. Blended.”

You ordered your drink, ignoring the man whose presence you felt behind you. The cool dimness of the hotel bar was a welcome respite to your hot face, and sweaty body, and you silently thanked whomever it was who invented AC. Handing her your card for the fruity drink, you heard the scoff of Victor behind you. Well, he could scoff all he wanted. You didn’t need his help to do anything. The bartender gave you a sympathetic look, and asked loud enough for Victor to hear if you were ok before cutting her eyes in his direction. Her warning was clear; upset her customers and she would move in. If judging by the bulge of her biceps, it wouldn’t be the first time. You shot a reassuring smile her way, accompanied with an eye roll in Victor’s direction, and taking your card back, made sure to leave a sizable tip before strolling over to the outside terrace. Even while angry, you had to admit Victor had impeccable taste in resorts. It was your first official trip as a couple, and though you had only been official for 3 months, the sheer amount of time you seemed to spend together made it feel like years. He had managed to take in account all your preferences when selecting the surprise 2 week trip as a reward for your 5 star rating on the latest venture. Though he didn’t treat you any differently as his investment, he always made sure to reward you for all the hard work as his girlfriend. You inhaled the fragrant scent of the jasmine that grew from the various planters. Taking a sip of your drink, you shuddered a little at its strength. The bartender must have felt you needed a little more boast to deal with Victor, the sweet thing. 

“You’re being ridiculous, you know.” Victor’s deep voice cut through your peaceful daydreaming, and you turned around to glare at him. He looked so casually handsome in the setting sun. His light blue linen shirt gave a wonderful contrast to the honey tan of his skin. He hadn’t been using any hair products since the trip, and the stylish cut of his bangs hung into his face. They seemed to emphasize the intensity of his dark eyes, and you swallowed hard. 

“Easy, girl. You’re mad. Don’t give in. Don’t. Give. In.”

Adopting a look of feigned indifference, you eyed him as you sipped your drink. 

“And what, pray tell Mr. Li, is ridiculous? The fact that you find me boring, or the fact that I got upset about it?”

You downed your drink fighting back a grimace, and left the empty glass on the table. Turning around, you strolled towards the hidden opening that led to the path towards the resort’s private beach, enjoying the crashing sound of the waves. Earlier in the week, you and Victor had discovered a hidden little secret spot on the resort’s private beach. You noticed that many of the resort visitors didn’t seem to frolic there, and the two of you had gone to it each night to watch the sunset. You would have missed it by the time you got there, but you were angry and didn’t want to go back to the room with him. Besides, you enjoyed the multitude of stars that were visible over the water. You could hear his footsteps following you down the path, but for once he was quiet. You rolled your eyes at the doubt that started creeping up in your chest. Maybe you were overreacting. You squared your shoulders as you walked. No! He would have to apologize for his poor choice of words. You made it down the path, and the beach was blessedly empty. You found your favorite spot; a sun warmed rock that seemed to have mysteriously found itself just off the side of the beach. You slipped your sandals off, burying your toes in the sand. It was still hot, and you wiggled your toes deeper, a sense of peace stealing over. Oh how you loved the beach. Almost skipping over to the rock, you had missed the glow of adoration in Victor’s smile. Even in the moonlight it was so easy for him to read the delight in your motions. He briefly wondered if he should buy the resort if for no other reason than to get to see you smile.

You plopped down on the rock, and kept your toes in the sand. There was a breeze coming off the ocean, and the salty smell of it tickled your nose. Victor sat next to you, making sure to leave a bit of space. You continued to ignore him. Tracing patterns in the sand with your toes, you heard him sigh.

“ I didn’t call you boring you know.” You didn't look in his direction. 

“Oh?”

“Dummy, I said, predictable. I’m not sure what idiotic dictionary you’ve been using, but those words are not the same in mine.”

You whirled towards him, the strap of your tank top falling down a little over your shoulder.

“They might as well mean the same thing Victor! When you say you don’t have to ask me about things because you already know my response, well it makes me feel boring… even if that’s not what you mean. I can be exciting too, you know!.”  You huffed at his amused expression and turned back around crossing your arms. He reached out to pull up your strap and you jerked away slapping his hand.

“Ouch! Dummy, I’m just trying to fix your top. You’re not wearing a bra. Are you trying to put on a show?”

Sudden inspiration struck you. Maybe it was the drink that left a pleasant fuzzy sensation in your head. Maybe it was that amused look on Victor’s face, or his refusal to admit that telling you that you were predictable wasn’t a nice compliment. Either way, you jumped up from the rock, and sauntered over to Victor, out of reach, but in his full view. 

“Maybe I want it to fall down. After all, I am about to undress.” You spun away so your outline was partially obscured by the shadows stretching out on the beach, the moonlight lending a glow that made you feel like a goddess as you slowly unbuttoned your shorts. Shimmying out of them as sensually as you could, (a feat that came with challenges given they way they stuck to your sweat covered thighs), you took a second to fold them before you languidly let your fingers drift down to your tank’s hem. Victor let out a growl, and you turned to face him, an eyebrow drifting up in question.

“And just what in the hell do you think you are doing?” he bit out.

“Why Mr. Li, you mean you can’t predict my next move?” Not waiting for a response, you pulled your tank off, breasts bare to his stare. Fighting the self conscious urge to cover yourself, you hooked your fingers in your underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion. Victor choked as he stared at your body. The struggle between disapproval, and arousal fighting for dominance on his face. 

“Dummy… I’m warning you…”

Instead of responding, you stretched, moaning sensually as you could feel the muscles in your back stretch and pop.

“Warn me all you want. I’m going for a dip.”

“You’re not that strong of a swimmer,” he snapped at you, disapproval winning in the end.You shrugged in response. “Well then I guess you better join me, huh? Unless it’s too boring for someone as sophisticated as yourself, Mr. Li.”

You turned and walked away from him, not bothering to wait for a response. Still, your heart pounded hard in your chest. What if he didn’t join you? “Nonsense” you told yourself. And well if he didn’t, you weren't going to dwell on it. You reached the water, and waded out. It had been a sweltering day, and the water was like a tepid bath. You giggled as the waves pushed you back towards the shore. Your feet feeling the sea shells embedded in the sand. You tucked your knees in your chest, riding a wave back to shore before you raced out again to find another one. Laughing loudly, you let the waves wash over you again. Forgetting for a moment you were mad, you shot a toothy grin Victor’s way. It left your face quickly, however. He was no longer on the rock. You turned back into the water with a sigh. The waves not as fun alone anymore. Maybe you had taken it too far? 

You heard his chuckle behind you, and before you could turn around, he pulled you against the hard planes of his chest. 

“Quit pouting. As if I would let you stay out here alone.”

You struggled against him for a moment, but he just pulled you closer.

“Stop wiggling so much. Your little fist is near a sensitive area, you know.” Frowning, you finally registered that you hadn’t felt his linen shirt. Reaching a questing hand back, Victor groaned a little as your hand brushed against his rising erection. 

“You’re naked,” you said without stopping the movement of your hand. If anything, you sped it up a little. Victor’s hands drifted from around your body to your shoulders. He leaned down to drop a scatter of kisses on the back of your neck.

“Well I wasn’t about to ruin my clothing.” You hummed a noncommittal response, and stopped your hand, darting off in the waves. “Wrong answer!” you shouted at him laughing at his dumbfounded expression. You didn’t get very far before his hands grabbed you around your waist. Victor lifting you with ease, and twirling you around, before looping an arm under your legs, bridal style. You clung to his neck as he dunked you in the water and pulled you back up.

“Victor, you jerk!” you shrieked at him. Your hair was plastered to your face, and you sputtered out the salt water that had filled your open mouth. Instead of apologizing, he threw his head back, a carefree laugh erupting from him that tugged at your heart. Always composed and in control, it took your breath away whenever you got the chance to see him openly laugh. And everytime he did, you felt yourself slip a little bit more in love with him. Setting you on your feet, he pushed your hair out of your face, smiling at you before leaning in for a kiss. You let your eyes drift shut, and raised your face up in anticipation. Victor let out another chuckle before brushing his lips against yours so lightly, you almost didn’t feel it. 

“I… I really am sorry for hurting you. I don’t think you’re boring. You’re too much of an absent minded fool to ever be boring.”

Your eyes shot open, but before you could fuss at him for his backhanded compliment, his smiling lips reclaimed yours once more. He deepened the kiss, and the taste of the ocean filled both of your mouths. You twined your fingers into his hair as his tongue tangled with yours. Victor slid his hands along your hips, pulling you in closer. You could feel his erection against your body, and you dropped a hand to grip it. You worked your hand up and down his erection, and Victor’s breathy moans were lost against your lips.

“You’re not going to stop again, are you?” he asked almost desperately.

“The only reason I’m going to stop is because I’d rather have you buried in me,” you responded back, nipping at his lower lip. Victor groaned at your words pulling you back in for a passionate kiss.  His thumbs gently stroked along you before he moved one of his hands between your legs. Cupping you gently he delved two of his fingers inside you, scissoring them back and forth for a moment. You let out a groan of your own as his skilled fingers work their magic on you taking you closer to the edge. His palm ground against your clit and your stomach flipped as your arousal rushed to coat his fingers. Victor ducked his head down to lick a path between your breasts, and latched onto a nipple, flicking his tongue against it. You let out a whine, and tried to ride his fingers for more stimulation.

“Victor, I’m ready. Please, just, just give me what I need.” Victor shuffled you back a bit, the water swirling around your ankles before he dropped to his knees and pulled you down with him. You laid out on the sand, the waves tickling your bodies as he placed himself between your legs. Rocking back on his knees, he grabbed your legs, draping them over his thighs. Watching intently, he eased himself in, inch by painstakingly inch until he was as deep as he could go.

“I love watching how well you take me.” He moved his hips forward in a hard stroke, groaning your name out as he did. He pumped forward again, and soon he set a pace that had you writhing against the sand. His hands dropped on either side of your head, and you flicked your tongue against the pulse at his wrist, raising your hips to meet the force of his thrusts. Victor let out a curse, and sped up. He angled his hips in just the right direction to hit that spot that made you almost see stars. It felt so,so good. You reached your hands up and clasped them around Victor’s neck to drag him down for a kiss. You crossed your ankles around him to take him in deeper, the pleasure mounting in your core. You broke the kiss to throw your head back at the jolts of pleasure that began shooting over your body. 

“Victor, I’m about to cum, oh I’m about to cum. Don’t stop, please. Oh, please”

“I’m close too,” he ground out as he picked up his pace. “Cum for me, love. Take your pleasure from me.”

You bit into Victor’s shoulder as you fell apart, your screams of pleasure muffled against his flesh. He gave a few more hard pumps before he pulled himself out and spilled across your stomach. After a few more kisses and catching your breaths, you rinsed off in the waves. You shivered as you made your way back to your rock. The temperature had dropped, and you were feeling it. You and Victor quickly dressed, and he held your hand as you made you way back up the path, swinging your hands back and forth.

“So…. Am I forgiven?,” he asked glancing in your direction. You pretended to ponder a bit, and even tapped your chin earning an amused snort from Victor.

“I’d say you’re well on your way. But don’t most apologies need someone on their knees?”

Victor stopped walking, and pulled you into his arms. “Oh I’ll have you on your knees alright, and on your back, on my lap, and maybe even on all fours”, he whispered against your ear.

“Victor! That’s not what I meant!” you giggled slapping his chest before you two resumed walking.

“But I have to say, if this is the way you apologize, I hope you mess up a lot more in the future.”

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {45}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: None 😊

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

NOTE: **Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought. 

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Chapter 45:  Full Circle 

The flashing of the cameras was everywhere and even from inside the limo you could hear the shouting of the paps. It was finally the night you’d worked your ass off for the last few months. Finally, the night to show off your vision, time for you to reap the rewards. You took several breathes trying to calm your nerves in prep for when the car stopped, and you had to step out into the sea of fame. You were nervous.

 The last few days you’d had the good fortune to get away for a few days. You, Chris and Ella went to Napa and enjoyed some quiet time away from prying eyes and were able to connect as a family. It was like no time passed at all you fell into sync like it was a normal occurrence. Ella was overjoyed and happily hung all over Chris. From when the sun rose she was glued to his side. You didn’t mind, it was cute to watch, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Once she was snuggly tucked into bed he was yours and he used the time to worship every single inch of your body with precision. Though the two of you easily physically connected it was clear that the two of you would need time to seamlessly fit emotionally. You had no doubt that you’d get there eventually because you knew what you felt for him was real, though it still scared you.

 By the time the three of you got back down to LA, most of your nerves were gone and you felt closer to him than you had in a while. When you and Chris broke the news to your family about the divorce being off and an engagement in the works they were over the moon, especially your mother. She must have shouted “thank you sweet baby Jesus” at least ten times. She even confessed to Chris that she was running out of hope that you’d ever get married. He only laughed.

Chris’ family seemed ecstatic when you sat with him for a FaceTime call to clue them in and bring them up to speed. His mother, Lisa could not stop smiling and it almost made you cry to see how they all genuinely looked happy. It was unexpected considering how meeting them had gone.  

 A soft tap to the glass of the limo brought your attention back to the event. The door opened and one of the ushers helped you out onto the carpet. As soon as you stepped out the cameras flashed blinding you. It took you several moments to adjust and develop a strategy. You slowly walked down the carpet and smiled at the cameras and posed for them to get their shots. They shout your name left and right, it was difficult to look everywhere at once.

 When you made it further down the carpet the interviews began.

 “Vixen, this is your night. How do you feel?”

 “Amazing. I am so excited to be here. Everyone has worked so hard to get to tonight and I can’t wait for everyone to experience it.”

 “This is your second restaurant. What would you say is the aesthetic for this one?”

 “Ethereal, elegant, comfortable. I really wanted to give diners an experience not just with the food but with the décor and ambiance as well. So this is a whole bring experience and I hope everyone has a good time--an engaging time.”

 “I see you have quite a beautiful ring on a particular finger, anything to say about it?”

 You looked down to your ring finger at the classic, but expensive engagement ring you wore. Your smile could not be hidden.

 “Um, well no. nothing to say about it. Thank you.”

 You walked away and continued going down the line of eager reports and paps and answered their questions that was about the restaurant and the night, anything else you graciously evaded. After a few interviews, Kassius joined you for pictures and a few words where he praised your professionalism, eye for detail, skill and grace during the entire project.

 After forty minutes your cheeks hurt, and you were more than ready to get things moving. The restaurant was full and loud. You smiled at diners as you passed and thanked people for coming out and posed for pictures. When you made it toward the back you saw your family and Chris and Ella in the middle of them. He wore a sleek wine-colored tux with a bow tie that matched Ella’s white dress with wine colored details. When they saw you, they clapped as you approached. When you got to them you each gave you hugs and congratulated you.

“Mama Yayyyy!” you smiled and kissed Ella all across her face. Chris leaned to you and kissed your cheek.

 “I am so proud of you.” You smiled and gazed in his deep blue eyes relishing the flutter of the butterflies in your belly.

 “All right, family, I have to get to work. Enjoy dinner.” You smiled and walked off to the kitchen where your staff waited. Once you stepped inside they got quiet.

 “Thank you everyone for your efforts that lead to tonight. Thank you for your faith in me and this vision I had, and I appreciate you taking a chance with me on this journey. May it be a fun, fulfilling and lucrative adventure. Are we ready to have fun?”

 They clapped and whooped giving you even more confidence then you changed and got to work crafting the dishes that you’d painstakingly put together over the last few months. You were so grateful that everything ran smoothly, there were no accidents, nothing burned, nothing that went wrong. You tried not to think about the reception of the dishes that were sent out, tried not to think of what they were saying in the dining area and tried to remain present in the kitchen and give every dish your all.

 Thankfully no one sent anything back, and every pass around the kitchen you made, everyone looked to be completely competent in what they were doing. By the time the kitchen service ended, and you were down to the last few plates of dessert you felt comfortable enough to leave it in the hands of your talented sous chef. You changed again and walked back out to the dining area. You slowly walked around and shook the hands of those who wanted to pay compliments to the chef. You made your rounds and chatted with each of them and thanked them for dining there.

 Everyone you spoke with expressed how much they loved the food and the experience the restaurant provided. The praise you received made you embarrassed, but you also felt appreciative for your accomplishment. When you made the turn to another reporter you were caught off guard when Ella tackled into your legs. Bending down you scooped her up and kissed her.

 “Hi princess, how are you?”

 “Good.”

 “How was the food?”

 “Yummy.” You smiled and looked back to the reporter.

 “A family affair tonight huh.”

 “Yes, I have every member of my family here, it’s a beautiful thing.”

 “I would definitely call tonight a success. I had the opportunity to taste some incredible things tonight. What was your inspiration?”

 “Good food, hearty food, rich foods, I love mixing and matching ingredients to create a whole new thing. I drew inspiration from many different regions, even the islands. I wanted to give the taste buds an experience and I really hope I accomplished that.

 “Da-da!”

 You looked back and saw Chris approaching. As he walked he drew the attention of everyone around. It was sexy and spoke of his aura. Your bottom teeth sank into your bottom lip. Your eyes drifted to the gold wedding band he wore, and you smiled wider. When he stood just behind you, you felt his arm around your waist. once he was there they continued snapping your pictures. Ella hugged you tightly looking back at Chris who gave her silly faces which she loved.

 "What do you think of tonight, Chris?"

“I think this is amazing. I was prepared for quite the experience and I was not disappointed. One thing with this beautiful human she does not disappoint.” You smiled and tried to keep a demure look on your face. you couldn’t lie it felt so good to hear him talk about you like this. It was a first.

 "How do you think it turned out?"

 “I think it turned out great. She did a wonderful job with everything in here and the food--,” he began giving a chefs kiss with his fingers. “The food was to die for.”

 “Yummy food,” Ella reiterated. You smiled and kissed her again.

 "Rumor is you're married. Any comment?" Chris locked eyes with you then smiled a full smile, one that you mirrored before you pinched your lips.

 “Tonight is about her and what an amazing accomplishment this is for her and all she's worked for in her career. This place is incredible, and the food was outstanding. So, the only thing I'll say is we’re happily married.”

 "Does that mean Chris Evans is finally in love, maybe?" Another smile spread across his face before he pulled you closer, holding you against his chest.

 “No maybe about it.” Again, your eyes met, and everyone faded away.

   -Chris-

 Life is funny. The one thing you swear you don’t want and the thing you run from can turn out to be the one thing you actually need. If anyone would have asked him three years ago if he’d be happily married three years later to the woman of his dreams a woman he loved more than the world with a beautiful daughter he would have said they were nuts. Thinking about what a difference three years made it really showed that nothing is impossible and even though we think we know what’s best fate usually has other plans.

 He softly brushed Ella’s hair from her forehead and watched her for a few more minutes. Her bedroom here was different than the one in Boston but she’d picked out everything and loved playing interior designer. He hoped she’d grow to love it as she loved her room in San Francisco. Placing a soft kiss on her temple he walked out and switched on her night light. As he walked through his home he turned off lights and double checked the alarm was armed and his entire world was safe.

 As he walked out back to the view that sold him he saw your back turned. You’d always loved this view. Once he was got to you he slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around you. your moan was low and breathy.

 “She's fast asleep.” He placed a tender kiss on your neck and trailed it down to your exposed shoulder.

 “It was a long night,” you responded burying deeper into his arms. He’d never get over how good it felt to hold you like this. He’d lost hope he ever would. Squeezing you in his embrace he dropped a few more kisses on your skin.

 The silence between the two of you stretched, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was a silence that brought peace, one that made him feel content for the first time in years.

 “Chris,” you began.

 “Mmm.”

 You took a deep breath and he knew you were preparing to speak. He felt slight anxiety over what you were going to say.

 “I’m sorry,” you whispered. He almost didn’t hear you.

 “For what?”

 “Everything, for not telling you about Ella when I found out I was pregnant, for the last six months. How I treated you, all the back and forth, all the pain I caused you. The things I said to you last month. My god, I never meant to hurt you.”

 He turned your face to him and kissed you gently. As soon as his lips met yours, he could feel the goosebumps break out on your skin. When his pulled back, he nuzzled your nose then kissed it. All of this felt natural to him. “It’s okay,” he whispered.

 “It’s not Chris, I was—horrible,” you added.

 “Okay, yes you hurt me—a lot. I don’t think anyone has hurt me the way you have. That alone spoke to me saying that you matter to me when no other before you had. That pain showed me what mattered to me. My career is great and everything but Vixen you and Ella mean so much more to me. So yeah the pain sucked, I’ve never had my heart broken until you.”

 It was full honesty, his truth. You looked down and to look away but he wouldn’t let you. He wasn’t having it. “I’m not angry with you Vixen, I’m just glad we have this third try.”

 “Me too,” you whispered.

 “Now, we just have to work on those flight instincts.” You smiled just as he did. “Don’t run away from me again sweetheart.” The expression on your face made his heart skip a beat. That was a first, he thought. The name felt natural, it felt like it was meant just for you. Again, he kissed you sweetly but passionately.

 “I'm proud of you Vix. You have no idea. Everything tonight was amazing, you really set the bar high for future restaurants.”

 “Thank you.”

 “So, what’s next for the woman who has broken the glass ceiling that enclosed her? What does the love of my life have on the agenda next?” He nuzzled his bearded cheek against yours smiling when you shivered.

 “Well, the cooking show, then another restaurant, maybe a line of pots, cutlery, food products, to begin.”

 “Wow. Sounds like a busy few years.”

 “From your lips to God’s ears,” you added.

 “When do you plan on having these five remaining kids?” You snorted and laughed loudly. It echoed over the backyard and into the night air around you.

 “You may be nearing old age, but I am still in my prime.” His laughter was loud, and it boomed in the backyard.

 “Plus, I never said I couldn’t do all of this while being barefoot and pregnant.”

 He smiled thinking of you that way. He couldn’t wait to see it. Tightening his hold around you, he moaned.

 “There is one thing I want first,” he breached.

 “You sure want a lot don’t you Mr. Evans.”

 “Damn right I do Mrs. Evans.”

 “Okay, shoot your shot.” He kissed your ear, then your jaw down to your neck and then your shoulder. Each kiss he placed elicited a moan from you that got sultrier and sultrier.

 “A wedding.” You looked back to him and searched his eyes.

 “I want to get married again, for real this time.” Slowly you smiled.

 “Really?” He nodded his head completely sure about what he wanted. He’d never wanted anything more. The idea of seeing you walk down the aisle to him made his throat tighten from the emotion bubbling within him.

 “Yes, and I know the perfect date,” he informed with a smirk. “August 15th, the first day that started it all, the day fate smiled on us.” Just as the words came out, you crushed your lips to his and expertly kissed him lacing your fingers at the back of his head. He was the first to moan but once he did you followed suit.  

 “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips not wanting to stop the kiss to speak.

 “Show me,” you whispered in the same fashion.

 He didn’t need to be told twice. He stood then bent to scoop you into his arms and kissed you tenderly--passionately and allowed the intensity to build. It didn’t take long, it never did. As he carried you through the house up the stairs to the bedroom he pressed you on the door and pulled a guttural moan from you.

 “Do you still see them?” Knowing just what you were asking he looked around for the ghosts of your love, ghosts that still remained, but were now something else.

 “I think I'll always see them, only difference now is they don't haunt me.” You smiled before you kissed him again. When he laid you on his bed he lost himself in your soulful eyes. He’d always loved your eyes. They were the first things he missed.

 “You're irresistible, so fucking perfect!” They were the words he said to you three years ago, words he’d uttered truthfully, as he was filled with earthshattering desire for you. The desire he felt now superseded that of the past. What he felt for you now could only be summed up with the word soulmate.  

 “I'm never going to get you out of my system. I'll never be over you, Vixen. You're my forever home." Your arms and legs wrapped around him and he finally knew what it meant for someone to be your home. You were his, you’d always been and would always be his home.

                                                         The End

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Ispa caught in a net!

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[infraaa]

On a peaceful Saturday morning, the three stooges some of the most popular men within Nanjing University share a morning together they thought they never would. As they thought they would spend their time tranquilly, they notice that the newbies have gotten themselves in trouble again.

“Hey, Gao. Good morning.”

Song Yu walked into the kitchen of their suite style dorm quite gracefully for a morning as early as this one. His dark brown hair, up in a bun, his eyes as dark as the blue sea at night. He made himself a cup of tea before sitting at the table that his roommate, Gao Changgong, otherwise known as the ever so strong Prince Gao was sitting. The captain of the men’s athlete club, he partook in track and field every week, as well as fencing and boxing. He was reading a novel, drinking his morning coffee and sighing through his nose. “We actually picked up the newspaper today, and we thought you might want to take a look at it.” Gao looked up from his book and raised his thick eyebrows, slim brown eyes blinking. He snorted through his nose, taking a sip of his black coffee before going back to his novel. “And why would I want to anger myself on purpose at seven in the morning?” Song Yu chortled and started to flip through the pages of their school newspaper, taking a drink of his dark tea in the process.

“Don’t be like that, come on,” Song Yu smiled as he continued to scan the monochrome pages, “there’s actually some interesting stories that the Newspaper Team organizes. I think it’s cool how they have the capacity to just walk up to people and start interviewing them like it’s just a casual thing.” “And the one that says that is a social butterfly.” Gao mocked, causing his friend’s eyes to dart upward. “Hey I may be good at parties, but it’s not like I can just waltz up to people and start a conversation.” The two college students heard a dark laugh emanate from the hallway that lead to one of the bedrooms. Out walked the other member of the dormitory, already dressed, hair neatly brushed. “Oi, redhead!” Gao chanted out as he saw his roommate make himself a cup of coffee. He took out an AirPod that he had in his ear and shot Gao a look. “Not this morning, please,” he started as he took his place at the table, “but yes, you made a point, Song. You’re shy but not that shy.” He chuckled and drank his coffee.

For a few minutes, they sat in silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning that they were sharing. Occasionally, Pan’An would change the song that would be playing in his solitary AirPod and quietly bop to himself as he checked his Facebook. There wasn’t many mornings where they could spend time together, as Pan’An’s only off day was Saturday and both Song Yu and Gao worked seven days a week. Vacation time was always an angel to those two.

However, something else was going on this lovely morning.

“Leave my cousin alone! She did nothing wrong!” Lin Yao cried as he hugged his confused cousin in his arm. She turned to face him with reddened eyes and a red mark across her face. Lin Ruo, the woman in question, looked at the three women standing in front of them; the Vice Presidents of the Student Body Council— Nian Suyan, Xiao Lianyi, and Miss Peace. Once again, the little freshmen have gotten themselves back into another surreptitious romp. Yao took out his phone, sneakily tracing it out from out of his pocket behind his back. Nian saw this movement of his and laughed. “Silly freshman! Do you honestly think you can stand up for your “cousin?” She mocked, quite sickly. “If anything,” Xiao started, crossing her arms, “she broke the rules of the University and deserves to be penalized.” She started to fume at her own words. “Now, calm down. Relax, start breathing.” Miss Peace actively tried to mediate the situation, however, she was just doing it to seem like a good person— she was just as bad as her protege and her group leader of sorts. “What did she even do?” Lin Yao asked as he took his phone and put it in his cousin’s pocket. “She offended the council. She offended Mu Lingchen, the supreme leader!” Nian boomed, her voice reaching the universities’ heights. While she boomed on and on about how she believed Lin Ruo was a bad person, Lin Yao took his phone and immediately started to type once he unlocked it. He knew exactly who to contact at this point.

“Help us, please..! North Plaza, Nian is trying to be fake again. I know you can be here for us, right? Please tell me we can trust you. 😰”

“How many times have I told you that you can in fact trust me? When I show up, they’ll grow quiet. Count on that.”

“Who are you texting? You know it’s rather impolite to be distracted while someone is talking to you, young man.” Xiao said condescendingly. He turned his phone off and snickered, “well it’s also rather impolite to be nosy in other people’s cellphones, is it not?” Xiao glared Lin Yao down, her pupils shrinking in anger. “Enough of this nonsensical talk!” Nian interrupted,” we know that she is guilty! Fess up, Lin Ruo, or you will face the consequences of the Student Body Council.” Lin Ruo gulped and pried free from her cousin’s hold. She held a finger up to her chin, like a little thinking fish, deep in thought in a sea full of sharks. “I honestly don’t know what I did wrong, and if I said something offensive, I didn’t know that it was or it just slipped out in conversation. We all say things we don’t mean and even if I said it I didn’t mean it. I don’t recall saying anything offensive, nor do I recall ever offending you three, so if you could please cut me some—“ “Hah! Liar!” Nian interjected, interrupting Lin Ruo mid sentence as she stumbled back against her cousin’s chest.

Suddenly, Lin Yao felt a little colder. Not because of the breeze, but because of the sudden chill in the environment. He felt his red headed friend walk up by him, to the triplet’s dismay, it’s someone they didn’t want to see right now. All the sudden, it was them that looked so tiny, sharks shrinking down to sucker fish in the company of a whale shark.

“Pan’An, please be gentle.” Lin Yao whispered. He only smirked as he eyed the three women in front of them, almost with a predatory glance. “Out here causing trouble again?” He asked darkly, letting the tenor in his voice come out. Xiao put her head down, Nian put her hand in front of her chest as her eyes widened, and Miss Peace averted her gaze as she felt her cheeks redden and heat up. “No, Pan’An. No… no we aren’t,” She cleared her throat as she continued to speak, trying to avoid the lump that formed, “But she—“ “But she what? What did she do? More specifically, what did she do to you? Or the lot of you for that matter?” He bit through her words like butter, seeing through her instantly. “Nian, be gentle, be polite. Is this the person behind the curtain that’s helping run the Student Body Council? The person that people look up to?” Song Yu and Gao followed slowly from behind the trees of the courtyard. Song just laughed playfully, “Look! The vixens of the Student Body Council..! You’re out to play again, huh?” The three women just shrunk in embarrassment as they felt the eyes of the most handsome men in the school beating down on them like hammers and nails. Pan’An smiled almost sadistically as he adjusted his golden glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, when will you three learn your lesson?~” Pan’An chirped, mocking them, “I’m sure that Mu would love to hear about this—“ “No! No, no, no no no!” Miss Peace intervened, “you don’t have to tell him, we’ll… we’ll..” Before she could finish, she felt her arm being dragged along by Xiao, right alongside Nian, as they forcefully retreated.

“H… How..?” Lin Ruo whispered under her breath, being taken by Pan’An and his group. The wind blew against his light pink cardigan beautifully, making him look like an emperor. His protege turned to face Lin Ruo and put a hand to her shoulder. “Hey, you must be Lin Ruo. Yao’s cousin, right? I’ve heard plenty about you. I’m Song Yu, by the way.” He crossed his arms, disheveling the white tufts of faux fur on his leather jacket. Her eyes sparked as they looked into the darkness that resided within Song Yu’s dark blue eyes— reminiscent of the dark side of the moon. In her mind, he looked to be straight out of a shounen jump magazine. She only nodded as an answer, she was too flustered to speak. Lin Yao laughed at his cousin. “It really seems that you three live up to your reputation quite heavily.” Song Yu let out a nervous chuckle, “Oh yeah, yeah we do. You should talk to Pan though, I mean, he’s got stalkers, I’m pretty sure.” He turned his head back to look at the group behind him, nodding. Eyes similar to ice pierced Lin Ruo’s eyes of brown. “It can be rather inconvenient.” He whispered. She felt his voice go into her ear even though he wasn’t close to her.

“Thank you, Pan’An. You’re proving yourself to me every step of the way, ya know?” He raised his crimson eyebrows and walked towards Lin Yao, playfully patting his shoulder. “Hey, I’m still your senior. Remember that, yeah?” He shyly nodded. “Sorry about that”

#royal chaos modern au #royal chaos #modern au #infrawrites

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Highland Destiny Chapter 6 ~Scotch & Rye, Truth or Lies~

James Fraser was looking out his office window when Laoghaire MacKenzie walked in.

"A penny for your thoughts?" she said as she came forward to hand him a cup of coffee.

Jamie turned around looking at his watch, momentarily perplexed. "Oh, good morning, thanks." He took a sip of his hot drink and decided he didn't like the taste. "Is it 8 o'clock already?" He was so deep in his thoughts that he hardly heard her come in.

"Aye. Ye're here early. Making up for some lost work hours yesterday?"

He placed the coffee on his desk and started to shuffle some papers. "I was busy somewhere else."

"I'm sure ye were. I tried to call ye several times, but ye wouldna answer. And ye were no' in the gym. We tried the station and Murtagh said ye left with a Sassenach lassie," she revealed as she sat daintily at the edge of the desk.

Jamie didn't respond. She slid on the desk to face him. "So tell me about the lassie? Is she pretty?" she asked, cocking her brow.

Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door. "I thought it was office hours. Am I disturbing something?" came a mocking voice.

Laoghaire immediately jumped off the desk and was about to admonish the intruder when Jamie waved her to go.

"Tommy! What can I do for you?" Jamie gestured for him to a seat.

Tom Christie walked in, but he didn't bother to sit down.

"Fraser, I'll get to the point. I dinna ken what ye're up tae with the Beauchamp lassie, but I'm here to give ye a word of caution. Treat her right. She's no' like the lassies ye're typically after. If ye plan to fuck her 'bout, here's news for ye...there's plenty more in the sea ye can do that tae. I'm sure ye'll have no bother finding one. Her best mate Joe works in the Infirmary, and I know him. He has only got good words about her. Treat her right Fraser, don't mess her 'bout."

Jamie listened, his face impassive waiting for Tom to finish his diatribe. "Anything else, Tommy?"

"Yes...fuck ye, James Fraser, fuck ye!" Then Tom Christie left the office almost bumping into an eavesdropping Laoghaire.

Not long after Tom Christie left, James Fraser gathered his keys and sports bag and headed out, and stopping by Laoghaire's desk, he said, "I'm out for today. If there are any problems, go see Rupert."

..........

Claire Beauchamp was awoken by a sound of door closing. She raised her head and looked around grimacing as a wave of sharp pain in the head engulfed her, not to mention the throbbing, dull ache between her thighs. She was parched, and her mouth felt like cotton wool. As she adjusted her eyes to the morning light, memories from the previous night came flooding back. She groaned.  Oh, bleeding, pickles!

Despite having a massive hangover, she remembered everything that happened, and her face heated simultaneously at the thought. After Jamie had taken her to bed, she had fallen asleep immediately curled up in his arms to the sound of his Gaelic mutterings. Sometime during the night, they made love twice more. Jamie was insatiable, and even in her drunken stupor, he was able to rouse her, and she responded with unbridled passion.

She compared Frank's and Jamie's lovemaking. While Frank was skilled, sophisticated and refined in the art of love, Jamie was more primal, uninhibited and hedonistic. At this thought, Claire shook her head at the comparison, scolding herself for doing so.  But where is Jamie?   She looked around for a note, and she found none. She slapped her head and thought,  Bloomin' heck, I'm such a damn fool.

Then her bedroom door opened, and Jamie's head popped in. "Sassenach, are ye awake?" 

"Oh! I heard the door closed and I thought you left." Embarrassed, Claire slid under the duvet and pulled the covers up to her neck.

He smiled. "I was out and took ye're keys with me so I can let myself in. May I come in?" He held up a brown paper bag. "I have something for ye."

"Oh! Yes, do come in. I mean, of course, you may. Don't be daft." She patted the bed beside her. "So what's in the bag?" Claire noticed he had changed into fresh clothes and wondered if he had been home. Admiring the sight of him, she thought he looked handsome in his black turtle-neck and black jeans. She touched her hair absently.   Oh Christ, I probably look like a poodle.

Jamie walked over and leaned down to kiss her lingeringly on the lips. As he pulled away slightly, he stared into her eyes for a moment with his intense blue before breaking into a smile. "Good morning Sassenach," he said softly.

"Oh...good morning. Good lord, are you always this chipper in the morning?"

"Mmm, not always depends on the company." He blinked his eyes as though he was winking. He reminded Claire of a sizeable red owl.

He sat on the side of the bed, brought out his offerings and placed them on the bedside table. There were coffees, bottled waters, a couple of croissants and a miniature bottle of Frisealach Whisky. 

"Jamie, you can't be serious!" she exclaimed after seeing the whisky.

"It's called the hair of the dog." He poured the alcohol into the coffee and handed into Claire. "Here, Sassenach drink this. It will get rid of your hangover."

"Don't you think paracetamol would do the trick?" She asked as she eyed the cup dubiously, pulling the bed cover higher above her breast.  

"Trust me Sassenach, this will help."

"Alright then but first, can you please hand over my robe so I can sit up properly."

Jamie grinned. "What do ye need the robe for? Ye look fine the way ye are." Attempting to pull down the sheet from her grasp, he added, "Besides, I've seen them before, Sassenach, and I think they're awesome."

Blushing, she ignored the remark and pulled the bedding higher. "Here, give me the coffee." Taking the cup from Jamie, she took a sip of the hot liquid and smiled. "Mmmm, it's not bad at all. And I'll have a croissant too, please." She realised she was starving.

Jamie handed the croissant and held her coffee while she ate. "So, how are ye feeling?" It amused him that Claire didn't realise the sides of her mouth was covered in pastry flakes and was astonished at how quick she wolfed it down.

"Oh, God, I must look terrible," she started in between big bites. "I woke up feeling like I have been run over by a truck!" Realising what she just said, her face turned crimson. "Oh, no...I don't mean you!" Mortified, her face turned into a darker shade of crimson. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! What I meant to say is, it was the whisky... my head was pounding when I woke up. But this...," she raised the coffee cup, "...you are right. I feel slightly better. And that croissant was heaven." Eyeing the other croissant, she added, "Are you having that?" 

Jamie laughed, handing her another. "I've never seen a woman eat with sae much gusto. I like that. And ye don't look terrible at all...ye look even more beautiful in the morning."

"Hmmm...I didn't realise I was so hungry until I drank...what do you call it again...the hair of the dog? And as for your comment on the way I look, I think you are still intoxicated. Mmmm, this is so good," she said, taking a big bite of the pastry.

"No, I'm not intoxicated at all, Sassenach. I went for a run early this morning. I must have sweated the alcohol off, I suppose. And then I went to work to sort out some papers, and now I'm here."

"Good lord, did you sleep at all?"

Grinning, he replied, "Nah, you wouldna let me sleep." 

Claire coughed in between a mouthful of croissant and coffee, sputtering, she asked, "So what exactly do you do? You never mentioned your day job before."

Jamie cleared his throat, "I work in the administration for Frisealach; hence, I was able to smuggle the whiskies last night." Changing the subject quickly, he offered the second cup of coffee to her.

She shook her head. "No thanks, that'll do."

"Feeling better?"

She nodded, smiling. "Much better."

Jamie chuckled, as he watched her down the last of her coffee and took a swig from the bottled water. "Wow, that was quick! Now it's my turn." He stood up abruptly, making Claire jump.

"Your turn for wot?"

He grinned at her. "My turn for breakfast."

"Oh!" She looked at the empty paper bag. "Sorry, I ate your share. Here, I'll go check in the kitchen..." Before Claire could get out of bed, Jamie had taken his top off already and thrown it on the floor. "Wot!? Jamie, what in heaven's name are you doing?" To her embarrassment, she saw several bite marks on his chest and neck as he took off his shirt.  No bloody wonder he was wearing a turtle neck!

Pulling down his jeans and boxer shorts, he announced, "I'm ravenous. I want my breakfast."

"Jamie, you're crazy!" Her eyes widened when Jamie discarded the last of his clothing. Seeing him stark naked in daylight was something else. He looked like a statue of some Norse Viking that came alive and was ready to claim his plunder. Her eyes travelled down to his lower torso and rested on his growing arousal, making the corpuscles in her vein run riot.   O'Hail Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners.

"And ye Sassenach, ye look delicious enough to eat," he said grinning. He got into bed and yanked the cover off she held securely around her, making her yelp.

"Oh no, you don't, I still feel sore from last night!" She was trying to reach out for the last vestige of her modesty, but he wouldn't let her.

"Aye? I promise to be verra gentle, and I promise to make it better," he coaxed, coming closer and grabbing her by the hips. Noticing her eyes were on the bite marks on his shoulder, he added, "And ye can bite me some more, ye vixen..."

"Jamie!" He was licking off the pastry flakes on the sides of her mouth as he gently pushed her on to her back.  Oh lordy, lordy!   

"Mmmm, ye taste yum, Sassenach." he murmured, smiling as he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue while his thumb did the same on her nipples. Then he raised his head and shifted to his side to glance at her naked body. "Mouthwatering, scrumptious, luscious, yum, " he whispered before lowering his head for a kiss.

She made unintelligible sounds as her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Jamie!"

His lips travelled down her throat as one hand slipped under her arse for a fondle. "Hmmm? Tell me, Sassenach, where is it sore, and I'll kiss it better for ye," he whispered.

Claire didn't say another word as she wrapped her arms around Jamie's neck and did some tasting of her own.  You taste yummy too, carrot top!

..........

Lying together afterwards, basking in the glow of the aftermath of their lovemaking, Jamie cradled Claire's head on his chest. "Sassenach?"

"Mmmm?" Her fingers were doing an exploration of their own on his abdomen.

"I meant to tell ye, ye were wonderful last night."

She smiled. "Me or the sex?"

He turned to face her, smoothing the curls behind her ears. "Sex was mind-blowing, but that's no what I meant. What I was meaning to say is, I had a fabulous time, truly. Ye made me laugh, and ye're truly a wonder. I've never met anyone like ye. Did ye enjoy it too, Mo Nighean Donn?"

"Yes, Jamie, I did. What is Mo Nighean Donn?"

"It means my brown-haired lass." He raised one of her locks and twisted it around it in his fingers. After a long pause, he continued. "It's true I had other women before ye, but with ye it's different. Even after I've just left you shortly this morning after making love, all I can think of is coming back to you."

Claire tried not to laugh, but she could hardly stifle a giggle. "Jaime, that's lust. It means you're a very horny laddie."

He chuckled. "Och Sassenach, I'm finding it challenging already to find the right words and here ye are mocking me. What I'm trying to say is, I've never wanted a woman as much as I wanted ye. When I first laid eyes on ye, I knew I wanted ye. Do ye think that's usual?

After giving it much thought, she answered. "I don't know. Maybe it is or perhaps not. But what I can tell you is this, I've never done this before. Yes, I've been on dates before I met my husband, and after my husband died but I've never slept with anyone on the first date. And last night wasn't really a date was it? And even if it was, then you're the first I've slept with on the first date."

Jaime's arms tightened around her. " Hmm...I dinna like it one bit when ye talk of other men before me."

"Well, you started it! You did mention there were other women before me." She pinched him on the arm.

"Let's forget about it then, Sassenach but whatever this is, I would verra much like to happen again."

"What do you think this is Jaime? Us...now?"

"I dinna ken, but I intend to find out." Jaime lifted Claire on top of him and made love to her all over again,

..........

The next three days went by in a blur. Work was hectic, but Claire enjoyed her new role in the world of medical service. Although it was not Neuroscience, the novelty of being in a different environment that didn't resemble a hospital ward was exhilarating. She quickly made new friends and have grown accustomed to her colleagues' humour and constant banter.  Boys will be boys , after all, she often thought. She learned, to her astonishment that Murtagh was Jaime's god-father, and soon found out that behind the grumpy, cantankerous exterior, he was really a softy at heart. The boys at work often teased him about finding a woman to soften his bearing, to which he would reply with a scowl.

And as for Jaimie, he was a continuous presence that hovered ever since. He was attentive, thoughtful and caring as expected of any normal boyfriend. Whether he was really her boyfriend or not, the subject was never broached. He insisted taking her to and picking her up from work every day, even when her car was returned. He practically lived in the cottage and stayed every night, often cooking for them both when he finished work. Claire sometimes wondered what exactly they were as they never made a public display of their relationship. The longest and only serious relationship she ever had was with Frank, so Claire felt like a novice when it came to the matter of the heart. With so many things occurring, there was little time to ponder. It was less than a week since she arrived, but Claire felt so much have happened already in such a short period of time. It felt like she was caught in some whirlwind that wouldn't let up.

Friday night came, and she met up with Geillis in the Scotch & Rye Pub. It was her first night without Jamie, and although they've only known each other less than a week, it felt odd not to be with him. Nevertheless, it was a welcome change and a chance to enjoy the local culture. 

Instead of waiting for Jamie to drop her off in town, she left with a cab before he could arrive at the cottage, leaving him a note, "See you later."

Geillis and Claire were sat at the bar, enjoying a dinner of Fish & Chips, and after a couple of wine and general chit-chat, Geillis finally blurted the question Claire was dreading and expecting.

"So tell me...ye were wi' a laddie the night ah first called ye. What was that all about? Don't ye dare deny it, Claire Beauchamp, ah ken ye! And ye didne call the followin' day either which was highly unusual. It must hae been a good night."

Claire laughed. "Oh God Geillis, I knew this question will eventually pop up. I suppose there's no avoiding it." She paused and took a deep breath. "Well, there is a lad, of course. His name is Jamie. We met on Monday, we made love that night, and he's basically been...well... sort of living under my roof since then."

Geillis eyes widened, and her hand went to her mouth, "Och Claire...ye bloody tart! It must hae somethin' tae dae with the highland air. The Claire ah ken would hae never dain such a thing."

They were both laughing. 

"Oh God! I know, it's just that one thing led to another. What can I say? "

"The laddie must be bonnie for ye tae jump in the sack wi' him on the first night. So what is he like an' what does he dae?"

"Well, he is bonnie for sure and incredibly sexy." Claire blushed profusely much to her friend's amusement. "He's kind, charming, a notorious flirt, well at least with me. I do wonder if he flirts with other girls. As for his job, he is quite evasive about it. To be honest, we're still in the getting-to-know-each-other phase...well with sex thrown in, of course."

Geillis cheek dimpled. "Weel, Claire, you're nae slack in the looks department sae don't sell yerself short. The laddie must be smitten wi' ye. Look at ye, you're only dressed in jeans an' jumper tonight, nae a smidgen of makeup an' every laddie was lookin' at ye when ye walked in." With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she added, "As for sex, it must be good, eh? Ah thought somethin' was different about ye. At first, ah thought it must be the highland air. It must hae to dae with all the sex you're gettin'. Ah ken the look of lassie that's been weel bedded."

"Oh good God, am I going to get this all evening with you. Geillis Duncan, you are one impossible woman!"

As they sat there giggling, a party of twenty people walked in. A few from the group stopped by to chat with Geillis, and as she was making introductions, Claire heard Jamie's voice from behind her. "Sassenach, I thought it was you." As she turned around, she was met with a resounding kiss on the cheek.

"Jamie, what a pleasant surprise. Sorry, I left before you could arrive...I knew you were at work and I took a cab in case I have a bit too much to drink. What are you doing here?"

"Och don't worry Sassenach. I'm with people from work," he pointed with his thumb to the group of people pushing tables together at the back. Then he looked past Claire. "Geillis! I had no idea that you're friends with Claire. How are ye?" Jamie leaned to her for a hug.

Geillis raised her eyebrows at Claire and grinned. Turning to Jamie, she said, "Weel, weel look at we hae here, it's the wee fox cub. 'Am daein' great an' how about ye? Ay 'course, ye wouldnae hae known am friends wi' Claire...both of ye met only recently." She winked, her cheeks dimpling.

"Oh, you know each other," said Claire somewhat confuse.

"Aye Sassenach, her parents are neighbours with my Uncle Dougal and Aunt Maura from Leoch. As a young lad, I spent my summers with them learning how to ride a horse and taking care of the stables. And Geillis was a proper witch then...she used to throw apples at us and do all sorts of mad stuff to annoy my cousins and me."

Geillis laughed heartily at the memory. "Och, Ah was only causin' some stramash so Jamie's uncle Douggie would come out. Ah used tae fancy the pants off him. He was one big, right lookin' laddie...just like our Jamie here."

"Oh yes, I remember Leoch. I came with you once for Easter weekend." Claire added, looking at Geillis. " So, Jamie, are you joining us?"

"No, I'll let ye girls catch up. I will be over there with the lads." Turning to Claire, he whispered, "See you later?" She nodded.

He left a few pound notes on the bar and signalled the bartender a round of drinks for the girls.

Claire looked over to the table where Jamie headed to. The lads he mentioned included a few lassies.  They must all be from work , she thought.

After Jamie left, Geillis gave her a wide-eyed look and slapped Claire on the hand. "Claire! So that's the Jamie - The Jamie Fraser! Ye never mentioned Fraser. Ye clever boots! Every hen must hate ye now for baggin' the most eligible bachelor in the country."

"Wot? I don't know what you're talking about?"

"What dae ye mean ye don't ken what am talkin' about? Don't ye ken who you're sleepin' wi'?? Christ Claire, don't ye read the news?"

Claire shook her head. "Bloody hell Geillis, out with it for fuck sake. No, I don't know what you're talking about! Who is Jamie Fraser?"

"Oh my God, ye really don't ken. The man ye're sleepin' wi' is James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. He is a business magnate. He owns Frisealach Distellery, My Peak Gym franchise, several horse ridin' schools across the highlands an' he bought his uncle Jared's vineyard in France not tae long ago," Geillis explained in an exasperated tone.

"James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser? I know the name. I know Frisealach, but I thought the owner was an old man. Oh, why do you think he didn't tell me? Not that it would have mattered. I knew he was a part-time firefighter and had a day job at Frisealach. I mean I like him and what he does for a living is irrelevant." Claire was rambling at this point, trying to remember the little details of their short time together. Then she remembered how he never liked to talk about his job. He always spoke of other things but not what he did for a living. 

"Claire, pet, he must hae a good reason. Mebbe he didne tell ye coz he thought ye might treat him differently. Besides, ye said sae yerself, you're still gettin' tae ken each other. Am sure he would tell ye eventually. Ah think Jamie more than likes ye, Claire. He keeps lookin' our way. Sae 'that must mean somethin'. Dae ye hae feelings fur him?"

Claire looked at the mirror on the bar wall, and she can see the reflection of the group Jamie came with. And she also saw a beautiful girl leaning towards him, but he seemed oblivious. When she saw Jamie glanced toward them, she quickly averted her eyes.

"I don't know Geillis. Everything is happening so fast. Ever since I've arrived, it's just one thing after another. The fire at St. Agnes, for instance, then Jamie...to be honest, I haven't had time to even think what I really feel. Sure Jamie is great, and sex is....well that's just another whole different category. Just don't mention to Jaimie I know, ok? I suppose he will tell me on his own time" Claire paused deep in thoughts and after a moment, she said. "Listen, I'll be right back, I need to go to the loo."

"Ye alright, Claire?"

"Yeah, I'm good." She smiled at her friend as an assurance. "It's not every day you find out you're sleeping with a millionaire."

Claire stood up and headed for the toilet, unaware of the many stares that followed her.

.........

Claire looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed from the wine she drank and perhaps from the body heats emanating from the pub. She took big deep breaths and took out a lip balm from her handbag.

"Ye must be the Sassenach everyone is talking about."

Claire looked up to the mirror and saw a pretty girl standing next to her. She had beautiful long blonde hair and wore a grey suit that was probably one size too small for her and had plenty of makeup on.

"Oh, really? I wouldn't know," she said as she applied lip balm on her chapped lips while watching the girl put on a thick lashing of red lipstick.

"I saw Jamie talking to ye. You must ken him well."

"And what is it to you?"

Laoghaire was stunned for a moment. She didn't quite know how to take the Sassenach.

"Weel what I mean to say is, whatever he has for ye, it will pass. He and I go a long way back. Ye're just a Sassenach here...ye're new, so everyone is bound to be intrigued, including Jamie. So don't get yer hopes up."

Claire turned to face the girl. "Umm...what is your name again?"

"Laoghaire." She replied, her red lips breaking into a menacing smile.

"Laoghaire...beautiful name Laoghaire." Smiling sweetly, Claire extended her hand. "I'm Claire. Dr Claire Beauchamp. As a doctor, I have a moral obligation to diagnose and treat patients if I see fit. From my point of observation, I think you might have a debilitating condition. I understand that I may not be your cup of tea but please, allow me to impart to you that I can see something is wrong here. At first glance, my prognosis is, you need to have your head examined." Claire paused, making waving motions in the direction of the girl's head. "I might have an idea what might be inflicting you, but I don't want to get ahead of myself. But if I am right, don't worry, your condition isn't contagious...it's a disease that's usually inherent to a person. If this symptom you have now continues to persist..." Claire took out a card from her handbag and placed in front of Laoghaire. "... please give me a call, and I'll see what I can do. Meanwhile, I am off duty, so I wish you a lovely evening." 

With that, Claire turned around, leaving an open-mouthed Laoghaire staring after her.

Eat my shorts, blondie, or stuff it where the sun doesn't shine!

#melodyheart #highlanddestiny #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

[ameth18blog]

Unexpected Encounters. Chapter 2: Aggretopia - New Friends

Retsuko, Haida, Fenneko, Ookami arrived at the restaurant with their respective children being guided by Washimi and Gori. It was a two floors building that could see from the outside that it had a nice atmosphere. They could see that the children's play area was extensive and on the second floor. There was also an area for parents to observe. When the adults looked at Koka and Hana, they saw that they had stars in their eyes from excitement.

"The emotion is noticeable in them" said Washimi.

"That's how I was when I was a child. What memories of the past" said Gori.

"Well, we better get inside," Haida said.

Once inside they saw how elegant and neat the place was. It was very different from the other restaurants they had been to before.

"You find a table, while Haida and I order the food" Ookami said.

"What do you want to order?" Haida asked.

"I'd like to order Soba," Retsuko said.

"To my Shabu-shabu," Fenneko said.

"I would like Tempura" said Washimi.

"And I Takoyaki" said Gori.

"I want Mochi, dad" Koka said.

"I would like to eat Onigiri, Mr. Haida" Hana said.

"Well, with that we will also buy refreshments for everyone. How about a cola drink? "Haida said.

They all nodded in affirmation.

"Well, let's get in line to ask for our order, as long as the children are taken to the playground, it looks like they are anxious to play there" said Ookami.

After that, Haida and Ookami went to line, while Retsuko, Fenneko, Washimi, and Gori led Koka and Hana to the second floor of the restaurant.

...

Inadvertently, a small fly-shaped camera entered the restaurant when a customer entered, just in time before the door closed. The camera had a type of sensors that allowed it to detect where it was what it was looking for. He went through the first floor and there was nothing, so he went up to the second floor where in the area where the children were playing he began to detect just what he was looking for.

"Perfect, I have already located two of them, and as I see it are some children who have them" said a person who was observing through a screen what the camera was seeing, which was focused on Koka and Hana.

"It will be like stealing a candy from a baby" said a flying robot circling from side to side.

"Very true, and the best part is that there is no trace of that blue hedgehog anywhere to interfere with our plans."

"Sir, sir" It was heard to say two voices that came entering the room, which were two robots, a tall yellow and a short silver.

"What's going on! They don't see that I'm busy! "

"We know," said the yellow robot.

"But this has to do with it," said the silver robot, pulling out a radar.

"Wow, two others have appeared and have just appeared in the same place where the previous two were."

He moved the camera and could see that an adult red fox, two adult rabbits, an adult fennec, a small vixen and a small rabbit had entered the restaurant. And he could see that the two children were the ones who had what he was looking for.

"We are lucky. It has been children who have found them and with four of them in the same place, I think it is better that we go looking for what belongs to us" he said pressing a button to make the camera go back to the base, then he gets up the chair and leaves the room being followed by the three robots.

…

Once Haida and Ookami had in their hands what they had ordered they were going to go up to the second floor they realized that it was more than they could carry, between the trays of food and drinks. They had only been able to take a few steps and realized how difficult it was going to be for them to get there and since their respective wives with their respective children and their two friends had already gone up to the second floor, they couldn't ask for their help, because of that, they weren't there was no other choice but to make a second trip. But before they accidentally dropped their food, they were approached by a red fox, a rabbit and a fennec fox.

"Do you need help?" asked the red fox.

"The truth is, yes, but we don't want to bother anyone by asking for help" Ookami replied.

"We prefer to take care of ourselves," Haida said.

"Are they completely sure?" asked the striped rabbit.

The hyena nodded, but when he took another step he lost his balance and dropped the tray with which he had the food, but he was able to hold the drinks. It almost fell to the ground with the food, but was fortunately caught by the fennec fox.

"Oh, thank you very much little one" said Haida stroking the fennec fox's head as if it were his son, although he only did so for a few seconds before withdrawing his hand.

"Don't speak to me as if I were a child" said the fennec fox with a deep and threatening voice that surprised both Haida and Ookami, as they thought it was a child.

"Oh sorry" Haida said as he bowed his head.

"Don't worry, it happens all the time. Even when we are at home and walk together, many mistake him as my son" said the red fox.

"Are you not from around here? Truth?" Ookami asked.

"We come from The United States, specifically from Zootopia. My name is Nick Wilde" replied the red fox.

"My name is Savage, Jack Savage" said the striped rabbit.

"And my name is Finnick" said the fennec fox still holding the tray.

"My name is Haida" said the hyena.

"My name is Ookami" said the red wolf.

"So where will you take the food?" asked Jack.

"On the second floor, our wives, children and some friends are waiting for us," Haida replied.

"Well, we'll help you" Nick said taking the drinks that Ookami was carrying so that he could only focus on bringing the food.

For his part, Jack took part of the food, which was for the children, to take it himself.

...

In the children's area, Koka and Hana were playing in the ball pit. When one submerged, the other had to find it and when it did it brought it to the surface. It was so funny that when they came to the surface they couldn't stop laughing.

"That looks fun," said a female voice.

"We can play with you," said a male voice.

Koka and Hana turned to see a vixen and a striped rabbit (both gray in color) behind them.

"Of course you can," Hana said.

"The more the better" Koka said.

Upon receiving the affirmation, the half-siblings were delighted and jumped into the ball pit.

"My name is Nicole Wilde, and he is my twin brother" said the vixen, pointing to her brother.

"My name is Jerry Savage, nice to meet you," said the rabbit.

"My name is Koka" said the red panda.

"And my name is Hana" said the wolf / fennec hybrid.

"Well, what if Nicole and Hana hide among the balls first, while me and Jerry look for them," Koka said.

The other children nodded. The vixen and the wolf / fennec hybrid got into the sea of balls first and behind them came the rabbit and the red panda.

…

"How nice it would be to be a girl again" Retsuko and Gori said at the same time, while Fenneko and Washimi just watched without saying anything. But they had all heard a third voice. When the four of them turned around they saw a gray rabbit that had a fur color identical to that of the vixen and the rabbit that were playing with Koka and Hana.

"Excuse me, you are the mother of the two children who are playing with our children" Retsuko asked while pointing at her and Fenneko.

When the rabbit saw the red panda and the fennec fox, she realized that the children who played with their respective children looked alike "Yes, I am".

"I see your children love to play a lot," Fenneko said as she watched the children.

"Yes, when they are at home they play so much that sometimes it is difficult to put them to sleep at night" said the rabbit.

"It's understandable, sometimes younger kids are like that" said Washimi

"By the way, is you alone? If you want you can sit with us" said Gori.

"Well, I'm not alone, but my companions went to order food, but I would like to while I wait for them," replied the rabbit.

When the girls sat at a nearby table, they introduced themselves in formation.

"My name is Retsuko" said the red panda.

"Mine is Fenneko" said the fennec fox.

"I am Washimi" said the secretary bird.

"And I am Gori" said the gorilla.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Judy Hopps. I come from The United States, from a city called Zootopia" said the rabbit.

"I know that city, once I and Washimi went on vacation to that place, about 10 years ago" said Gori.

"It was a lovely place, we were planning to go again, but with all the work we have, we haven't had time to go again," said Washimi.

Retsuko, Fenneko and Judy were surprised that the two of them have been to that city. Retsuko and Fenneko because they never mentioned that city, Judy because she met someone from another country to visit her home.

"Tell me, is it still a lovely place?" Gori asked.

"Yes it is, a few years ago when I joined the police department there were certain problems in the city, but fortunately after having solved the case with help, there haven't been many situations, in fact the city has remained peaceful since then" Judy said.

"You're a cop, you're great," Retsuko said.

"Yes, it was my dream since I was little. And although at the beginning many, including my boss who was the worst in that aspect, they didn't take me seriously, I managed to earn everyone's respect "said Judy.

Retsuko was surprised to hear that, it reminded her of when she started working in accounting, but unlike Judy, she herself has not been able to earn the respect of Director Ton or Miss Tsubone, the most she managed is that Komiya I became a fan of hers when she was part of the OTMGirls, but that was not the kind of respect she wanted, it even became quite annoying.

She was taken out of those thoughts when Haida and Ookami arrived, but they were accompanied by a red fox, a striped rabbit, and a fennec fox. They all brought the food they had ordered.

"Haida, Ookami, how good you came, introduced you to Judy Hopps. She comes from Zootopia" said Washimi introducing her with the hyena and the red wolf.

"Nice to meet you" Haida, Ookami and Judy said in unison.

"We want to introduce you to Nick Wilde, Jack Savage and Finnick. They also come from Zootopia" said Ookami.

"Nice to meet you" said Retsuko, Fenneko, Washimi, Gori, Nick, Jack and Finnick.

"I see you made new friends" said Jack as they watched their companions.

"You could say yes, and you three too," Judy replied.

"Do you know each other?" Washimi asked.

"Yes, Finnick is a good friend of the three of us" replied the rabbit pointing to herself, the red fox and the striped rabbit.

"Nick and I knew each other since we were young, we did illegal things, but thanks to Judy we ended up leaving that world and finding a better life," Finnick said.

"And Jack, well, let's just say it's a bit more complicated. And how do you know each other?" Nick asked.

"Well, Ookami and I are married," Fenneko said.

"While Retsuko and I are married," Haida said.

"And we are good friends with them. We even work in the same place" said Washimi pointing to herself and Gori.

"Well, you are welcome to sit here with us" Gori said while the others nodded.

Nick, Jack, and Finnick sat next to Judy, while Haida and Ookami along with Retsuko, Fenneko, Washimi, and Gori.

"By the way, guys, where's our order?" Judy asked.

"They told us they will be bringing it to us soon," Finnick replied.

...

Nicole and Jerry kept playing with Koka and Hana in the ball pit until they were a little tired. They surfaced.

"That was fun," the siblings said in unison.

"Same here" said the two friends.

In that the red panda a doubt came to his mind.

"Nicole, Jerry. I can ask you something. If you are twins, because you are of a different species and have different last name" Koka asked curiously.

"It's because we have a mom and two dads," Jerry replied.

"I've never heard of anything like it before, how can they have a mom and two dads?" Hana asked.

"We don't know, mom and our two dads have only told us that we will know when we are older," Nicole replied.

Right at that moment the four children began to notice a strange glow coming from their pockets. When they took out the items, Koka and Hana along with Nicole and Jerry were surprised to see the items the other duo had.

"You also have one of these" Hana said when she saw the jewels of the two siblings.

"We thought they were unique objects, where did they get them?" Jerry asked.

"We found it in a nearby park, in a sandbox," Koka replied.

"We found ours at the airport, behind a fountain," Nicole said.

Just at that moment the emeralds stopped glowing, but before they could say anything else their parents called them to come eat. They put the jewels in their pockets again.

As they came out of the ball pit they were surprised to see their respective parents, honorary uncle, and honorary aunts sitting together. So they went with them.

Everything was normal until the moment they finished eating and wiped their hands and mouths with their napkins. They got up from the table with the intention of leaving the restaurant when something unexpected happened.

One of the windows on the second floor of the building was broken and a number of robots began to enter the building through them. These surrounded Retsuko, Haida, Fenneko, Ookami, Washimi, Gori, Nick, Judy, Jack, Finnick, Koka, Hana, Nicole and Jerry. The children clung to the arms of their respective mothers.

The other people present on that floor took their respective children and escaped downstairs quickly, unfortunately since there were robots surrounding the outside of the building, no one could escape.

At that moment, a flying vehicle appeared outside the building, there was a being that was unlike anything that anyone had seen before in their lives, it had no fur of any kind on its body except for a large mustache of a color between orange and Brown. He wore dark purple glasses that covered his eyes, had a pointy pink nose, and wore a red and yellow suit, black pants and boots, and a pair of white gloves. He was accompanied in the vehicle by his three robot assistants.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. Eggman and I have come for the objects that the children have, if you don't give them to me, all of you will pay a very expensive price" he said in a threatening voice.

#jack savage #jack_savage #jacksavage #judy hopps #judy_hopps #judyhopps #nick wilde #nick_wilde #nickwilde #finnick #nick x judy #jack x judy #nick x judy x jack #wildehopps #savagehopps #zootopia #haida #retsuko #ookami #fenneko #washimi #gori #haida x retsuko #ookami x fenneko #aggretsuko #aggresive retsuko #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #tails the fox #cosmo the seedrian

[mostly-marvel-musings]

A Favour - Part 2

A/N: Written for CJ’s Twisted Valentine’s Challenge. @buckeverlasting​ this is a long one. Apologies for the delay. Not my gif!

Part 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warning: Cursing, angst, some faux fluff.

Everything Taglist – @godofplumsandthunder​ @ladyacrasia​ @agustdowney​ @swaggysposts​ @littlegasps​ @little-baby-vixen​ @another-stark-sub​ @supraveng​ @kahlanmars​ @marvelgirl7​ @disappointmentofthefam​ @pandaxnienke​ @tom-hlover​ @just-the-hiddles​ @fyreball66 @asmigurub​ @avantgardium-leviosa​ @imerdwarf​ @gladiosamicitias​

…

The empty training room was filled with grunts and angry kicks and punches at 4:00 am on Sunday morning as your sleep deprived self and the need to blow off steam had led you to your trusty punching bag. 

“Why do I do this to myself?” You muttered under your breath, finding yourself on the train of thoughts that had brought you here and in first place & rethink your deal agreement. Your knuckles were sore, body covered in sweat but the anger still simmered beneath the surface as you prepared yourself mentally for that dreaded brunch which you were supposed to leave for in six hours. 

“Trouble sleeping?” A familiar voice called out from the door, your head snapped towards the source and found Steve Rogers leaning against the wall, arms folded, regarding you as a source of amusement. 

“Something like that.” 

“We can go for a run if you want. Or you have plans of punching the sand out of that bag?” 

He nodded towards it with a small smile before you stepped back and began unwrapping your gloves. You wondered why he was awake at this hour, it wasn’t uncommon to find Cap running along the compound perimeter as the horizon lightened, but this was way too early, even for him. 

“I think I’ve had enough. I’ll leave the destruction of punching bags to you.” 

Steve chuckled, remembering the number of times he’d been too aggressive with his training, and the times you had found him in a pensive mood, revisiting his past, sometimes regretting it before your words of encouragement and your listening ear made him feel better. 

As you walked past him with your gym bag, he stepped in your way as you had expected. Steve wouldn’t let you be if he knew there was something bothering you.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” 

“Of course. I’ll see you later.” Giving your best faux smile, you headed upstairs. 

.

I can do this. I’ve had years of practice. I’ve got this.

Murmuring this over and over under your breath as you got dressed for brunch, you faced the mirror for the hundredth time and back stared a girl who’d been clobbered more than once yet had never gave up, a hopeless romantic who still believed in miracles, that one day all the unspoken love for one man would be reciprocated.

The man who wanted you to help him avoid losing face at a social gathering hosted by his ex. A pretend date, some rehearsed terms of endearment to call one another in public & nothing more.

As your thoughts took that painful turn, tears began gathering in your eyes clouding your vision as you heard a knock on your door.

Time to put on a mask.

“(Y/N) you ready?” Steve called from the other side while you dealt with your watery eyes situation before opening the door.

“Alright let’s do this.” You grinned brightly, eyes expectantly searching for a compliment as Steve stared at you, mouth hanging open just a little bit.

“Wow you look fantastic. I—I mean beautiful. As always.” He breathed, cheeks turning pink as he struggled, shifting weight back and forth on his feet as your heart soared & smile widened.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Cap.”

Steve offered you his arm which you gladly took before closing the bedroom door behind you and passed some of your Avenger friends who all had one similar perplexed look except for Natasha who knew the whole ordeal and just gave you her best compassionate smile.

.

Sharon’s house was bigger than you’d expected, a familial neighbourhood, buzzing with light chatter and catered food and drinks being passed around by smartly dressed waiters, definitely remote from your taste and style.

“We should probably hold hands.”

You whispered, elbowing Steve who was busy searching for the host in the sea of people gathered in the space. He nodded and laced his fingers with yours, pulling you to his side as he smiled down at you warmly making your heart flutter without consent.

Soon enough you saw Sharon making a beeline for Steve, her smile vanishing slowly as her eyes landed on you.

“Steve you made it!” she exclaimed giving him a swift hug and kiss on his cheek before facing you expecting an introduction. You were preoccupied by the way he’d let your hand go to greet her, making the rational side in your brain scold your sentimental one.

“Sharon this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I think you’ve met her in HQ before. We’re dating.” Steve beamed down at you after grabbing your hand once more, surprisingly convincing as Sharon flashed you a faux smile. Similar to the one you were putting on ever since you’d arrived here.

“Wow. That’s some development isn’t it? Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“You too. Steve’s told me a lot about you.” you shook her hand firmly, not lying about the last part. Sharon Carter was all Steve spoke about after she’d helped them find his best friend Bucky some years back.

Someone called her name and she excused herself, leaving the two of you to mingle with the rest of the crowd.

You found yourself in a secluded spot out in the backyard after brunch and interacting with a hundred people repeating the same well-versed story about dating the great Captain America. You played your part well and so did he, considering he felt absolutely nothing and you the complete opposite. There was no reason for people to believe you weren’t a couple, except for Sharon who kept eyeing the two of you every now and then.

Blaming your own stupid self for getting into this whole ordeal in the first place, you were glad there was alcohol being served at this party to drown your sorrows in. Watching every happy couple so in love and interact with them was harder than you’d expected.

Steve hadn’t noticed your absence, at least not for a while as he animatedly chatted with Sharon and some of her colleagues about something you didn’t care for.

You closed your eyes took a deep breath after gulping down your third glass of wine that afternoon when Steve decided to find you.

“I sneaked two donuts from the desserts bar.”

He revealed two chocolate covered donuts from behind his back, offering you one after you chuckled in response.

“That went well…I think.”

“Sure.”

“You alright?”

When you didn’t answer, he came closer and stepped in front of you, urging you to look at him by placing a hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing your skin in circles.

“No Steve, I’m not okay.”

Looking him in the eye was a mistake, his baby blues were full of concern making you feel worse than you already were. You were determined to speak your heart out at this point, regardless of the outcome.

“I haven’t been okay for a while. This was a huge mistake, I never should’ve agreed to be your date. Not when I’m in love with you.”

“You’re…you’re in love with me?”

“You’re really blind aren’t you? You’ve known me for years and yet you didn’t notice my cancelling plans to tend to your needs. You never saw my demeanor change whenever you’ve brought up her name in a conversation because you were too fucking busy plotting this in hopes of winning her over!”

“That’s not true—”

“I’m not finished!”

His eyes reflected guilt and shame more than concern before he cast them downward, not able to face your furious outburst as tears blurred your vision and your voice cracked.

“Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about going on a real date with you? God I feel so stupid right now. I waited for you to make the first move. I waited for months Steve!”

“Nat kept saying you were working up the courage to ask me out. She was stupid, I was stupid. All of this is-is so fucking stupid!”

Tears fell down your cheeks as you paced back and forth on the porch making no attempts of wiping them away, glad that there wasn’t another soul to witness this drama unfold.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. And that’s what sucks. I think I’m gonna leave.”

Making yourself presentable, you placed the glass you were clutching on the steps before leaving Steve alone on the porch. He caught up while you reached for the front door, turning a few heads your way.

“(Y/N) wait! Let me drive you home at least.”

“I can manage.”

“Please?”

His eyes were helpless, sad. You knew arguing with him was pointless, he never failed to get you home safe. You could never really say no to that face.

“Okay.”

“How can I make you feel better (Y/N)?”

“Ice-cream?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers imagine #captain america angst #captain america x female reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you

[lady-oceana9518]

Made some partially cleaned/colored practice sketches of my She-Ra OCs (and eventual romantic partners), Eosa (the Kitsune girl) and Cyrus (the clone)! The first drawing is of their first meeting; the second, some wholesome cuddle times with Eosa in her very fluffy Kitsune form; and in the third, Eosa’s being a cheeky vixen and making her alien bf blush💙

Some of you have met Eosa already! I posted a watercolor painting of her in her five-tailed fox form the other day and have debated putting her into the SPOP universe for months now; because, let’s be real, she’s basically a self-insert. But I decided, “fuck it, she’s magical, she would fit in well as an Etherian, and I’m gonna do what makes me happy.” So I did!! She lives deep within the Whispering Woods, somewhere between Bright Moon and Dryl. She prefers to keep to herself most of the time but has met the Princesses before, and she and Entrapta would get along well. She’s a biologist who studies the behavioral ecology of Etherian wildlife, so I could definitely see them getting together to discuss their research and learn more about fields of science with which they’re unfamiliar.

Cyrus has a fairly shy, reserved personality and deals with severe anxiety as a result of his experiences with Prime. His relationship with Eosa helps him process his emotions and improve his mental health, and she helps him come up with a name for himself. Meaning “of the Sun,” his name honors his extraterrestrial origins and warm, affectionate personality that he expresses around those he’s comfortable with. His electric-green eyes eventually turn indigo, the same color as Eosa’s hair in her humanoid form and the tips of her fur in her Kitsune form. Cyrus enjoys assisting Eosa in her biological surveys and especially loves aquatic ecosystems and organisms, so he decides to dye his hair (which he grows out, complete with an undercut) a light teal/sea foam color.

~~~

One clear evening, about a month after Prime’s defeat, Eosa was exploring the Whispering Woods and observing some of the bioluminescent creatures that lived in their deeper, darker reaches. She was in her Kitsune form, which she preferred while exploring the outdoors. Suddenly, she heard scuffling from within the undergrowth and turned around just in time to see a Horde clone fall face-first onto the forest floor. Eosa hadn’t seen many of these clones in person, and certainly not up close. Out of curiosity and, of course, concern for the poor creature, she approached. Slowly and cautiously, so as not to startle them. Prime’s newly-liberated clones were still becoming accustomed to life on Etheria and learning how to express their individual identities, so she expected this one to react defensively. Imagine her surprise when all she received was a shocked, bright green gaze, eyes widened almost fearfully and bat-like ears lowered in a shy, submissive manner. Eosa felt her own electric blue eyes widen in response. They stared, silently assessing one another, until Eosa decided to break the ice.

“Hello there, friend. My name is Eosa. Are you alright?” Eosa asked in a low, gentle tone.

“Ah, y-yes, I believe so...” the nameless clone responded, shakily getting to his feet. His uncertain gaze remained locked on Eosa all the while.

The Kitsune chuckled, smiling with her eyes as well as she could in this form. “Do not worry; I won’t hurt you. Are you lost? It’s easy to get turned around in the Whispering Woods, especially at night.”

The clone nodded, hesitant to admit his vulnerable position, while nervously biting his lip and crossing his arms over his chest. Upon closer examination, Eosa noticed his slightly torn, stained clothing. His frame, though muscular as most clones were, looked a bit too thin. She wondered how long he had been wandering alone like this, and how long it had been since he had last eaten.

“Tell me, do you have a place to stay? Would you like something to eat?” Eosa asked gently.

Glancing away nervously, the clone shook his head in response to Eosa’s first question, then, very slowly, nodded after her second question. As much as he didn’t want to admit such weakness, he didn’t know what was edible and what wasn’t on this strange planet, and wasn’t sure how much longer he would last without food and clean water.

Eosa smiled kindly and stepped closer to him. “My home isn’t too far from here. It’s warm, safe, and I have plenty of food and water to spare. You’re welcome to stay with me for as long as you’d like.” With that said, she began to wrap one of her five long tails around his shoulders to support him while they walked. She hesitated at first, unsure if the touch would be welcome, until he slowly but surely relaxed into it.

The unusual pair walked onward, side by side, as fireflies danced around them and bioluminescent plants glowed underfoot. Little did either of them know how suddenly and wonderfully they would change one another’s lives from then on out.

#she-ra oc #spop oc #my ocs #horde clones #kitsune #eosa the kitsune #cyrus the clone #traditional art #traditional artist #colored pencil #illustration pens #sketchbook #spop #spop fanart #spop fanfic

[thewritingstar]

Death n’ Diamonds: Gruvia Oneshot

This was inspired by @allie-and-her-fandoms amazing mafia Au and I decided to write a little some some for it!

Pairing: Gruvia

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He laughed as the last man went down, blood oozing out of the bullet wound, a pretty sight to Gray.

A quick sweep through the dead guys pocket and a hundred dollars richer. He kicked the body to the side and left the trail of twenty men behind him.

It used to be harsh and scary doing these runs. Trying to not get killed when you infiltrate the lair of a mob boss doesn’t suit well with a twenty-some year old kid but after years of firing the trigger, it became good fun for the mafia runner.

“Ahh there it is.” Gray hummed. The hallway he painted red had his prize at the end of way. A black door with a platinum handle held what he wanted.

Throwing his foot onto the door, it opened with ease, almost like someone had wanted him to do just that.

He marched in, gun in hand and handsome as ever. A familiar scent filled the room as he knew the aroma of vanilla and rose belong to one person.

“Ya know most people just knock.” A sweet voice said.

Sitting upon the heavy black desk was a dangerous creature. One that many feared and bowed too. She was the closest thing to a goddess and was treated and feared like a queen.

Juvia Loxar, one of the leading Mafia boss in all of Fiore. She built her family’s name into a mob capital and no one dared to test her. She had been a rival of Grays leader, Lyon ever since she denied his proposal and Gray had been sent to kill her many times.

She was blood thirsty, money craving and a heart throb all mixed into a smoking hot and cunning vixen.

The waves of blue hair flipped to the side as she revealed her face. Gorgeous and breathtaking with dark blue eyes that were like sweet poison. Death in disguise.

She blew the smoke from her lips and offer a sinister smile to Gray. Her diamond necklace shined brightly and she blew a kiss towards him.

“Hello handsome.” She winked and hopped of the desk, adoring her long legs and plopped the end of the butt into the crystal ash try.

He gripped his gun tighter and she giggled. He was always cautious around her. She was like a viper, swift and quick and if you made the wrong move, consider yourself dead.

“Oh playing hard to get today?” She circled him like a bird going for it’s prey, sweeping her fingers on his shoulders and making his spine tingle. “I can play too.” She whispered in his ear.

He grunted when he was thrown to the ground and head picked by the grip of her sharp nails. He tried to break free but her heels dug into his leg and the familiar sound of a knife leaving her side tickled his ears. He felt the cool metal press against his neck and knew that knives were her favorite.

“The best you can do?” He choked out and her leg came over his shoulder before she thrusted him to the ground and straddled him.

The sharp knife was still held to his freshly shaved neck. “How about now?” She smirked and pressed deeper almost cutting skin. She had thrown his gun to the side and pinned one of his arms above his head.

“Guess it will do.” He smirked and she only scoffed.

“You know I keep having to get new men each time you bust in here, lives might be easy to spare but I’m breaking a pretty penny for them.” She pouted her deep red lips.

“Then maybe you should hire men who can actually do their job.” He shot back and she took another knife from inside her dress and pinned the sleeve of his suit to the carpet.

“Well since men can’t do the job right then I’ll have to do it for them. Any last words love?” She batted her eyelashes.

“Just a few.” He gulped and he knew she was gonna leave a scar with that blade. “Dinner at 6?” He smirked.

He could feel the vibration from her giggle as she let her grip on the knife loosen. “Mmm sounds like a date.” She winked and Gray smiled. She dragged the knife on his face, carefully pointing the blade away.

“Ya know everytime we do this, I end up with more scars and bruises.” Gray said and Juvia only smiled.

“I’m too pretty for those, plus.” She leaned down and pressed herself against him. “I don’t think my love could handle seeing me all dented up.” She whispered and he let out a groan which she swallowed up with a deep kiss.

There was a slight pop as her lips removed themselves from them. “There’s about twenty thousand in the safe, ya know, so your boss doesn’t get mad.” Juvia said and finally picked herself up off Gray. “And would it kill him to stop sending you to kill me?” She rolled her eyes.

He stood and dusted his jacket off before opening the unlocked safe and taking the small burlap bag. “Better me than someone else who will actually kill you.”

“I can handle my self.”

He turned to see her back on the desk, lipstick in hand and fluffing her hair.

“Well it’s been fun babe.” He said as he placed a kiss to her sharply manicured hand. The one where her giant diamond wedding ring sat.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she wrap his tie between her fingers and pulled him close. Their noses brushed each other and she loved feeling the warmth of his skin of her face.

“Hmm already?” She pouted. “Dinner and dessert aaaand.” She sang. “You stay the night.”

He let out of huff and pressed his forehead against hers. “You know I-“

“Don’t care what your boss says. Say your wife is mad. He doesn’t know it’s me. Plus,” she said running her finger down his shirt. “You look simply delicious darling.”

Gray nodded. “Well I have to look good for my love. Okay, dinner, dessert and I stay.” He gave in and she kissed him on the lips softly.

“Good. You’ve been away too long and I’ve missed you.” He could hear the longingness in her voice and knew that she was genuine.

If there was one thing no one knew about the intimidating Ms. Loxar, is that she was a total lovebug for her husband. She was soft and sweet, kind and cuddly. A complete opposite of her mob tycoon lifestyle.

As for Gray Fullbuster, his extreme rough and cold hearted personality had been twisted into nothing but a sea of love for his wife. A secret only they share.

“I’ve missed you more than you know Raindrop. I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” He kissed her one last time.

“See ya handsome. Oh and tell your boss that I hate him.”

“No problem love.”

“Oh one last thing!” She clapped her hands and dug into her expensive purse. “Silver has been dying to give you this but he hasn’t had the time.”

She handed him a box and inside was a card.

“Happy Father’s Day.” -Silver

He smiled and pulled the red paper off. A black frame with a picture of him, Silver and Juvia.

“He was sad he couldn’t give it to you but when he gets back from summer camp, he can show you his fighting skills.” She smiled.

“Weird to think we sent out seven year old to a camp for fighting and dodging bullets.”

“Well we aren’t normal people.” She said.

Gray tucked the box under his arm and kissed his wife one last time.

“Sorry about the mess out in the hall babe.”

“Eh it’s fine, they were a bunch of duds anyways.”

They walked out of her office and she locked the door. Her heels clacked against the floor as they made their way out of the secret base. Climbing the stairs, they caught up with their lives and laughed a little.

Finally reaching the main entrance, a small pain ran through Juvia.

Gray walked to his car and went to open the door when she caught his arm.

“Juv?”

“Ya know when Silver comes home, maybe we could go somewhere, like a family vacation.” She said quietly. “I know this is our life but I want him to have the option to have a normal childhood, unlike us.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. When he gets back.” He repeated.

He closed the gap and pulled her close. His lips found hers and although she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of time with him, he pulled away and got into the car.

“See you at dinner.”

“Bye.” She gave a small smile and walked back to her mansion, a separate entrance than to her base.

“Gajeel.” She stated and her right hand man carrying a massive gun walked into the room.

“Yeah boss?”

“Invite Lyon to dinner next week.” She smirked. “It’s time for him to die.”

Gajeel let out a low laugh. “Been waiting for this day boss, no problem. Ya gonna kill him yourself or do I get the honors?”

“I think it would be a nice treat for Gray, after all, his blood is still boiling after the proposal.”

“Plans will be made boss. In the mean time is it alright if I take the day off tomorrow I’ve-“

“Yes you can go see Levy. No need to beat around the bush. She’s welcome here anytime, I adore her. Now if you will excuse me, I have a dinner to get ready for.”

Gajeel stepped to the side and Juvia disappeared upstairs into her massive closet.

She hummed a simple tune as she picked out her dress and prepared for a normal dinner date with her mob husband.

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White gulls

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Its been raining all weekend, so I needed all the sun flooded heart buzzing fluff I could fit into one chapter. And BOI has it become fluffy. I hope you enjoy! Have a lovely Sunday everyone <3 

Word count: 3.061

Disclaimer: fluffff

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This is part 20 of the Tea for Two series.

Find the Masterlist here. 

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< Go back to part 19

Salt.

Sun.

The sensation of a soft, lukewarm wind on toasty skin.

A lushious towel, its soft weft protecting me from the seething hot, wooden deck.

Gulls, screeching atop our heads.

And the sea. Its waves softly breaking against the boat’s bow.

I turned the page on the book I was reading and looked over at Henry, his satisfied face poking out from the shimmering water as he floated around in the pale blue sea. Cute bear. 

He looked so very relaxed, a soft smile playing on his lips as his eyes tracked the gulls that were flying big circles through the sky, his hands languidly paddling through the Aegean sea water.

We had agreed on taking some holidays after the production for the Witcher had wrapped up. And though I had been apprehensive - I loved working JUST a bit too much - Henry was quick to veto his vote. 

‘I’ll organise everything.’ He had stated simply. And so he did. And here we were. In Greece, on a private yacht. Which is totally, totally ridiculous, but…whatever. Life was never truly normal with Henry in it.

Our days were spent eating freshly caught fish, learning some Greek words from the ship’s crew, meandering through small harbour towns and swimming. Lots and lots of swimming. I, especially, since I was struggling to keep my cool in these high temperatures. 

Talking about which.

I checked the page number of my book and closed it, crawling up from my towel and readjusting my bikini before quickly tiptoeing over the burning hot wood to the back end of the deck. I squealed, feeling my feet almost melt as my skin touched the wood, the arduous journey becoming even more complicated as the boat shimmied in irregular patterns, making me wobble unsteadily on my half-sleeping legs. 

‘Oh fuck fuck fuck.’ I cursed under my breath, before finally finding a more comfortable spot to stand on.

‘..You okay there love?’ The wind carried Henry’s deep baritone voice to my ears as I stretched myself out, looking for a good spot to jump into the water. Ha. I could jump almost right next to Henry without him seeing, his eyes still peering up at the sky.

‘Yes dear.’ I said sweetly, before pushing myself off the deck, landing a little distance away from Henry in the cool, cool water.

‘OI! You little..’ He quickly turned, spluttering out the water that had gotten into his mouth as he reached out an arm for me. I squealed as I tried to make a swim for it, my blubbery legs unfortunately letting me down.

In no time I was wrapped in Henry’s iron grip and my body shuddered. Be it because of the cool water, or the fact I was a prisoner to his will now.

‘..little vixen.’ He breathed in my ear, nipping at my earlobe playfully. I laughed and bit my lip, turning my head towards him as far as I could, my back still pulled flush against his chest.

‘What?’ I said, feigning innocence.

‘You know what.’ He growled.

‘It’s not like you got any wetter.’ I shrugged, feeling a dry chuckle reverberating through his chest.

‘Mhm..’ He hummed, one of his hands now reaching down for my fabric covered crotch, a teasing finger pressing against my clit, making me shiver again.

‘BEAR!’ I gasped.

‘What? It’s not like you can get any wetter…hmm?’ He nuzzled my neck, his finger continuing to make small circles over my nub.

I squirmed, my legs kicking out as I felt my breath hitch. ‘..Hen…’ I rolled my eyes back, my oversensitive flesh yielding much to quickly to his touch. 

Gods..this man.

Electricity started to bubble up in my pinky toes, licking up my calves, washing over my thighs before knotting up in a tight coil in my core. I let out a low moan before being suddenly interrupted by another large spray of water that took us both by surprise.

‘Kal…’ Henry chuckled, the big dog apparently not wanting to miss out on whatever fun we were having as he had just now also launched himself in the water. 

Henry released me from his grip and greeted the large akita as he circled towards us, large paws kicking the water as his fur clouded around him, making him look even bigger.

‘Saved by the Kal.’ I chuckled, earning a teasing smirk from Henry as he scratched Kal. ‘You just wait.’ He winked.

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‘A shot to good health!’ Felipe, the captain smiled as he pressed a shot glass of Ouzo in my hand. I smiled, raising the small glass and clinking it with his before taking a small sip. The captain wasn’t quite as subtle however, taking a good long swig of the strong liquor. 

I studied the way he hollowed his cheeks and let out a satisfied sigh, his eyes shimmering as he gazed back over the water, checking if all was well. If you thought of a captain of the ship, this is probably what popped up in your head. His skin looked almost leather like, his eyes soft and dark brown, most of his face hidden behind a well trimmed, greying beard. 

And, Felipe was a jovial, romantic spirit. He spoke in great length of local history, myths and legends and seemed to know this sea better than his women - which he had..plenty of..if his stories were anything to go by.

We had just finished another delicious lunch that the cook had prepared - like…totally ridiculous..we had a cook on board - and Henry, Kal and one of the crew members had made it to shore so Kal could do his business, the boat now languidly gliding over the water, waiting for them to return.

Felipe tapped my shoulder, alerting me to follow his pointing finger.

‘See there? Those are white seagulls. Lovers. See the way they circle each other?’ He sat down besides me on the blue and white striped pillows, keeping his gaze fixed at the birds. The birds tilted their heads at each other, dancing on the wind as their wings twisted and turned.

I smiled, the birds reminding me of the dream I had that night.

‘I actually..dreamt of white gulls last night.’ I hummed, taking another sip of the Ouzo, the liquor burning a trail through the back of my throat.

‘Oh! Tell, tell! What is it you dreamed about?’ Felipe turned his warm, curious eyes at me, studying the way I now looked at the glass in my hand.

‘I eh…was standing on a rocky shore, alone. A seashore I think, though I can’t remember seeing a sea. And everything around me was big, blue.. cloudless sky, the only sound I heard being the screeching of gulls. Two gulls. Circling above me just like they do now.’ I looked up as the birds made a bit of a dive, their little feet almost touching the water before circling back up again.

‘Just two of them?’

‘Yea..two gulls. It was quite nice to watch..but weird as well. Usually my dreams are a whole lot more busy, action packed..haha.’

‘Hmmm. Well, it is a good sign.’ He nodded, taking a last swig of his drink and pushing the glass on his table.

‘How so?’ I asked, looking over at the captain as he let his hand slip down from the glass, his fingers spreading on the table.

‘We greeks believe that dreaming about two seagulls means you have met..or WILL soon meet..your one true love. They are a representation of eternal love…marital bliss even.’ He sighed, a satisfied grin appearing on his lips as he quirked his head towards the beach where Henry was strolling.  

‘I see.’ I said slowly, looking back over my shoulder to see Henry and Kal running around on the beach, Kal jumping up at a piece of driftwood that was thrown. A soft smile curled on my lips. ‘I see.’

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We had come to shore for a day, our feet now flip-flopping over the promenade while watching the locals be about their business - selling small trinkets and ice cream, chatting on the docks, fixing fishing nets.

Henry glanced over at me, smiling.

‘Hi.’ I said impishly, smiling back.

‘Hi.’ He said, his voice smooth as butter.

We smiled almost stupidly, lost in each others eyes for a moment as we walked into a secluded little bay.

‘Even now, with you just looking at me, you can make my stomach flutter.’ I said, sniffling shyly and folding my hand around his before leaning my head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head. ‘Good.’ He hummed, his hand squeezing mine gently.

‘I can no longer imagine a life without you.’ He said as I lifted my head back up.

‘Not even when I steal all the blankets?’ I jested. He raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh, don’t tease me little she-devil!’

Without warning he lifted me up and over his shoulder. I shrieked.

‘Nooo HEN! Put me down!’ I kicked my feet haphazardly, both our flipflops now discarded on the beach.

‘Perhaps a swim?’ He suggested, walking towards the water. I tried to worm out of his tight grasp, but to no avail.

‘Oh you wouldn’t dare.’ I challenged.

He however didn’t stop as the water moved passed his calves, his hand now playfully patting my butt.

‘Then no more blanket stealing?’ He rumbled.

I chuckled and finally managed to wiggle out of his grasp as a surprise wave hit him, making him lose his balance for a split second.

Quickly I strode further into the water, up to my waist, before turning back towards him.

‘Never!’ I said exasperated, laughing, letting myself slip fully into the water, my summer dress now pooling around me like a colourful cloud. He joined me, rolling his eyes at my cheekiness.

Within moments I was back in his grasp.

Our lips connected. Eager tongues fighting as I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him as he pressed his groin into me. He let out a low moan, feeling the friction as I pulled him even closer in the hook of my legs, his eyes quickly darkening.

‘No blankets needed here.’ I said, quirking up an eyebrow. He tilted his head, unbelieving, his eyes quickly looking over my shoulder at the shoreline.

It was practically deserted, two fishermen just walking around the corner out of sight. The shutters of all the few houses here closed to keep out the heat.

I kissed his neck to regain his attention, sucking the sensitive skin behind his ear and earning a low moan from him.

‘You’re my undoing!’ He groaned, wrapping his hands around my buttocks and steadying my shimmying hips. I sniggered playfully.

‘Mmhmm.’ I hummed, catching his lips again.

It took but a few seconds for him to pull down his slacks and move aside my panties, his erection springing free before delving into me. The water caused an unfamiliar friction, making us groan as he slowly pushed inside. ‘Mmmppfff.’ He hissed, catching my lips again before I would moan too loudly.

We mostly just stayed like that while our lips discovered every little bit of skin, the salt sticking to our lips as his hips ever so slightly gyrated against my core. I fluttered my walls around him, making him moan, his lips curling into a smile. ‘Positive side effects of core workouts.’ I whispered in his ear, earning one of his breathy laughs.

Not long after he came, the friction just too overwhelming, his legs shivering. He moved his hand to my nub, but I stopped him. ‘Later.’ I hinted at some people just walking past the corner of the small bay. He sniggered, still somewhat shivery and his cheeks flush with embarrassment, his arms keeping me closely tucked to his chest.

I unwrapped my legs and looked for the bottom of the sea shore, the small sand grains melting between my toes again as I found my footing, the water washing our sweet sins away. 

We kissed while Henry manoeuvred his pants back on and I moved my panties back in place - all while trying to not catch the attention at the people who were now strolling on the beach. We chuckled quietly, seeing the people move at an excruciatingly slow tempo, both our cheeks pink with embarrassment.  

‘Well that was naughty.’ He said, still a bit flustered. We kissed again.

‘I love you.’ I hummed, smiling at him. He cupped my face, looking into my eyes. Deeply. His ocean blue eyes almost burning into my green eyes. Not saying a thing. He just..looked at me, his breath still a slight bit irregular. He clenched his jaw, leaning his forehead against mine as he continued to look at me. ‘Be mine.’ He whispered. 

I leaned back against his forehead, closing my eyes, feeling his hands still cupping my jaw with a certain need. As if he was scared I would vanish, if not for his tight grip. ‘I am yours.’ I whispered in turn. He was quiet for a moment before he nodded, kissing me.

I could feel he was not saying something he really wished to say. But I figured, as is with all men, it just needed some time to turn into words. I cupped his face in return. ‘I am yours.’ I said with a touch more seriousness, looking back up into his eyes. His thought stricken face melted into one of love.

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We had left the boat behind us as we had reached our last destination; a small harbour town with thousands of white-painted houses that seemed to grow like mushrooms from a steep rocky shoreline. The sun was currently sinking further and further to the horizon as our feet carried us through the narrow streets, our hands interlocked as Henry guided me to another one of his “little surprises”.

I didn’t really know what to expect, but apparently a “little surprise” meant in this case an absolutely lovely, completely private dinner with view of the sunset, the small terrace hewn from the coast rock itself. I hugged him, endeared by the gesture. 

‘This is…a-ma-zing.’ I said exasperated, looking out over the railing to see the waves clashing against the rock below. My eyes probably spoke a thousand words, because Henry could only just smile broadly, proud of his present.

We sat down and a waiter came up to us in full black tux, pouring us some champagne, before quickly shuffling off through a small gate in the back.

We raised our glasses. ‘To life and to love.’ Henry said, our glasses clinking. I sipped the champagne, looking back at the sun, the sky now slowly turning deep hues of pink. And once more two gulls were floating in the soft evening wind. 

How fitting.

‘Reminds me of when we met.’ I said, smiling happily before looking back at him, reminiscing that early morning hike in LA. He smiled sweetly, his nostrils flaring.

Strange…Was he uncomfortable? He always did that when he was uncomfortable...His shirt too tight? Too hot? I can’t be right...My thoughts rolled over in my mind as I studied him. No amount of acting classes could hide from me that something was up with him.

He was now also looking out at the sunset, his hands clenching his glass in a death grip and.. did I see a certain …worry.. in his eyes? He looked back at me, his smile growing wider, before realising I was noticing his discomfort, my eyes glancing down at his clutching hands. He grinned, as if caught, nodding, then took a deep, deep breath.

‘Go ahead then, spill the beans.’ I said, knowing something was up while looking at him with studious eyes.

He looked back at me too, our eyes meeting, and love melted back into his blues. Those big, anxious, puppy eyes. Gosh. He is so..nervous? Whatever it was: it was endearing. He moved his chair back, taking my hands and pulling me up, his eyes looking at me studiously as I quickly straightened my dress, confused as to why he wanted us to get up. 

‘My sweetest, sweetest Lisa. Not in my long life have I felt so nervous about asking anyone such a question.’ He smiled. I smiled in return, peering into his eyes while squeezing his hands, my heartbeat slowly raising.

Our eyes delved deeper and deeper into one another as he continued.

Was he...?

‘We have this most wonderful, relaxed…well-balanced relationship. I just honestly didn’t even know I could have that. But here we are..’ He gestured at the sea with a quick raise of his hand, as he took another quick breath, swallowing his nerves.

Is he..?

‘I do not wish anything more then for this to never end. For us to see a thousand sunsets together, if life allows..’ He sank down on one knee, looking up at me.

OH BOI.

My heart started to flutter like a captured bird, restless and begging to be released, my lip suddenly trembling with emotion.

‘Would you dear Lisa, please, marry me?’

I felt a tear burning as I started to nod feverishly. ‘Yes, yes you fool.’ I laughed, the tears slowly flowing down my cheek as I threw myself in his arms. The air was suddenly so thick and heavy I couldn’t even stand on my own legs anymore, my full weight now hanging onto Henry as he remained there on one knee, quickly capturing me in his arms. 

We kissed, laughing giddily and gasping for breath, our lips curling in such broad smiles it hurt our cheeks.

He finally settled me more comfortably on his knee as he moved one of his hands down a pocket, reaching for a ..marker?

He held it up. ‘No ring.’ He smiled with boyish enthusiasm, carefully taking my left ring finger and drawing a black band with his initials in it. I laughed, releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding, a smile etched on my cheeks as I looked at him as he drew on the band.  

He put the marker back in his pocket, blowing gently over the ink, before kissing it, his eyes interlocking with mine again. 

This was it. I realised. 

Forever.

The two white gulls that were now circling the burning skies, our witnesses.

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