did he ever take her to the beach

There For You

The sunlight is beaming through the curtains of their hotel room and Jo rolls over onto her stomach, squinting at the rays of sunshine. She rubs her eyes, stretching out in the comfortable king size bed. She still feels sore and she could swear that he bruised her hip the way he had pressed her down into the mattress last night.

After a night like that Shawn would usually reach out for her to cuddle and kiss her all over but this morning the place next to her in bed was empty, comforter tossed to the side.

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Things Unsaid

Quick Jonerys ficlet I did this morning, after watching Ep5.

The morning was grey and blue and somber, the seas rough and the air heavy with rain that hadn’t come yet.  The boat was waiting, packed with the first cut of dragonglass.  Roughly forged, but there would be time on the way to Eastwatch.

The queen was waiting to see them off.  She turned as he approached, and though Ser Jorah bent to kiss her hands, her eyes were only for him.  They were more blue than lavender this morning, against the stormy skies.

She watched as he strode up to her, his face somber and determined.  He rarely smiled, this Northern king, but he had smiled once or twice for her.  She remembered how his smile looked.  She remembered how it had felt.

She wanted to take his hands.  She wanted to say, Jon.

She said, “Your Grace.  You have your dragonglass.”

He said, “We do.  The first shipment - ”

“Will be out on the first tide tomorrow.  Your men from Winterfell are waiting White Harbor to receive it.”  She smiled, and said, “Don’t you trust me, Jon Snow?”

He didn’t say, I trust you.  

He didn’t say, I trust you with my life.  I trust you with my people.

He didn’t say, This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He said, “Thank you, Your Grace.  The North owes you…even if this doesn’t work, we owe you more than I can say.”

She didn’t say, It will work.  It must.

She didn’t say, I can’t accept that it won’t.

She said, “They owe me nothing.  They are part of my kingdom, and I will protect them.”

“Promise me,” he said.

She didn’t say, Promise you’ll come back.

“I promise,” she said.

He didn’t say, I’ll come back if I can.

He didn’t say, But I don’t know if I can.

He looked at her, his heart full, and said nothing.

Just behind him, Ser Davos coughed politely.  “The tide, Your Grace.”

He gave a brief nod, then turned back to her as his Hand went to the boat.  He tried to smile.  “If I don’t return, at least you won’t have to worry about the King in the North anymore.”

She didn’t say, I fear for you.

She didn’t say, I fear for you more than I fear for myself, more than I have ever feared for anything.

She didn’t say, Take me with you.  Let me fight beside you.

She didn’t say, Do not go far from me.

She said none of those things, because she was a queen.  A queen did not plead, and she did not break.  So she said, “I’ve grown used to him.”

He nodded briefly, as he looked at her.  As he tried to memorize her face, her eyes.  The way she looked at him.  He wanted to etch his moment in his mind and carry it with him, always.

He didn’t say, I loved you in that cave.

He didn’t say, I loved you on that beach, when you turned to me as an equal.  I loved you when you flew away, to battle and danger, not knowing if you’d return.

He didn’t say, I didn’t know it then, but I saw you return from battle.  I saw you on a dragon. Smelling of fire and your eyes full of the weariness and ache I feel every damn day.  I saw you look at me, and everything I felt was in your eyes.  And I knew.

I know it now.

He only said, “I wish you good fortune in the wars to come, Your Grace.”  It was all he could allow himself to say.

The water was rough and cold as they ran the boat out over the surf.  Then he climbed aboard, and kept his eyes on his ship, on his task ahead, as his men set to the oars. He did not let himself look back.

Marry Me

Author: Mikala
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: None. It’s all fluff. 
Author’s Note: This is very loosely inspired by the song Marry Me by Train. It’s super cute. AU-ish. (My first attempt at anything along those lines, to be honest; so feedback is great!) First half isn’t in the reader’s POV, but the second half switches to it. Hope y’all like it! 

“Well, boys. I guess I’ll be on my way now.” Peggy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she said goodbye to the two men sitting across from her. Steve immediately stood up, offering a hand to her.

“I’ll call you later, sweetheart,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. She blushed a little when he kissed her, smiling sweetly up at him after he pulled away. Bucky sighed melodramatically from his seat, pouting for a moment as the couple glanced over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Bucky moped, putting on a fake scowl. “I was just thinking about how my two best friends got together and always insist on me being a third wheel. And then grossly make out in front of me,” he finished, his face splitting into a wide grin. Steve and Peggy shared a laugh, and Peggy stepped around the table, leaning down to hug Bucky around the shoulders.

“You’re the one who asked us to hang out today, you big dork!” She ruffled his hair as she stood back up straight, moving back to hug Steve. “Goodbye, boys!”

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FanFic: The Fall of Friar

A/N: This is it…the final chapter of The Fall of Friar. I can say that this has been the most emotionally raw fic I have ever written. As stated in previous A/Ns…this fic hit home on way too many occasions. 

If you have read my other fics, you know the future life I’ve imagined for Rucas. This fic takes place before Charmed Moments. Things changed slightly as this fic developed so there are some inconsistencies.

I owe many people for their advice, encouragement, and support. @gmwpluto @zombeeemomeee @drizzyyjayy @frankchurchillsaysrelax @shebe67 @madelinecoffee @pipereliza14 @grapes-day @spamiam77 @mtsunlodge … thank you!

Special thanks to @siennese You asked and I hope I delivered.

Apologies for any formatting issues…. posted this from my phone

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Chapter 5- Shadows of the Sun

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his first act as a free virginian was breaking her bedside table.

it was an accident, a happy one if he’s honest; they were tanned and exhausted from their plane trip home, but he still managed to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of scully’s skirt as she unlocked the house, and one thing, more or less, led to another. at least, that’s how mulder chooses to remember it. according to her, his actions were a mild annoyance until after she did her little checks of the house, his lips obnoxiously tracing tiny, uncovered bruises on her neck as she did so. the safe was still locked, the windows were still locked, the doors were still locked. as she’d wanted it to be, the fridge was empty. everything was in its natural place. then, she gave in as he untucked her shirt from her skirt, as he fiddled with the clasp or her brassiere. 

it wasn’t as though they were starved of it; the two weeks prior had been filled to the brim with it, an alarming number of days spent hardly ever leaving their rented condo - mulder still had the bureau’s credit card number memorized, and he figured that if skinner called, he would write this off as a parting gift that he should’ve gotten six years ago - and never getting dressed. their bodies saw more sun, and they saw more uninhibited forms of each other, than they had for many years. though they’d chosen their life together, there was something about newfound freedom that made him feel like a young god. he could wake up beside her each morning, order a filet mignon with dinner, and take long walks on the beach with her at night, their hands entwined the whole time, never fearing who might see them now; it was like waking up from a coma, he figured, like spending one’s life in the darkness but then finally seeing light, like being told he was dying and then having a miraculous recovery.

so he practically carried her up the stairs while she moaned about their abandoned suitcases in the living room; his shirt was abandoned in the bedroom’s doorway, her skirt balled up at the foot of the bed. while he lifted her into his arms, her kisses sloppy along his jawline, he stumbled over his shed pants and leaned too hard against her bedside table. at the time, she huffed a laugh, then ignored the piece of furniture altogether.

they only noticed that i was broken the next morning when she didn’t hear her alarm go off. though scully had remembered to clean out the fridge and take out the trash, she’d forgotten to empty the glass of water she kept on her bedside table, so when she stared down at the table, now a pile splintering and aged wood, she saw unrepairable cracks, a wet spot, and an unsalvageable clock. 

“mulder,” she said tiredly, “we broke it.”

“broke what?”

he sat up in bed as she pointed down at the remains of the table. because she hadn’t let him go shopping for furniture back then, he hadn’t a clue where she’d bought it. 

“i can fix it,” he fruitlessly offered though they both knew that it was gone.

when she came home from work on wednesday, she pressed a flyer down on the kitchen table; he glanced over from his cookbook - a tattered and worn-down used copy of mastering the art of french cooking, a half-assed gift from her in 2003 after he failed to make dinner in this house more times than he wanted to remember, and though he’d felt a bit insulted when she’d given to him, he now relished in the sounds of pleasure she gave whenever he made ratatouille - to see an advert for an estate sale going on that saturday.

“i need a new bedside table,” she said as she went to make herself a cup of tea.

“a hardier one,” he added as he flipped through note-addled recipes. 

“we’re going together.”

at that, he looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe, surprise, and pure thankfulness.

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What the Storm Brought In  Part Three of Three

It was one of the few days that the sky had not looked gray. Instead it was a slate of pure bright blue glass and he paused from walking along the beach to stare up at it. There were no clouds at all, nothing as far as his eyes could see and unbeknownst to him it caused the darkness of his gaze to recede. Hinata struggled through the entire day to not stare at the gems that glimmered in his face, focusing instead on the ground at her feet.

The sand always hid treasures if you knew where to look and they were crawling through the jumbles of rough seaweed plastered stones looking for smooth glittering shards of glass.

“It’s so dead in the house.” Hinata had whispered that morning. “I need color.”

He had thought that would mean she would paint something but instead she had pulled on thick boots and a coat and stood waiting for him, as though it was clear he was supposed to come along. He had avoided the beach, looking at the water made him feel both home sick and irritated with it, like being mad at a lover. But her expectant expression was enough to make him sigh and gather the clothes she handed to him, following her eventually outside.

There was never really any hope of not knowing what the weather was like in her house, as most of it was just glass. But no matter how much glass there was, the sky could simply not be captured in it. He turned slowly in a circle eyes up, trying to keep himself from feeling insignificant and failing.

“I guess… you never really looked at the sky that much before.” She murmured, watching intently. A slow calm shake of his head was his answer.

Smiling just a bit she turned back to the stones and flipped one, letting out a soft sound of distaste as tiny spider crabs scampered out from beneath it hurrying on their way to calmer abodes, travelling over her boots and getting tangled in her sleeves.

His fingers were suddenly there on the fabric of her sweater, tugging one adventurous crab off with his fingers and releasing it back onto the wet sand with a plop.

“The glass,” He nodded towards the bucket she had half full of various colors and shapes. “What will you do with it?”

Hinata shuffled the material in the bucket, making it rattle and release the perfume of the sea into the air of her face. “I’m not sure… but… I want the sun to touch it, in the house. I have some tiles too, that were supposed to be used in the bathroom but never got done. They’re blue, and green and… I dunno.” She shook it again nervously, unable to look up and meet his gaze when she knew he was studying her so intently.

He cocked his head a little at her and did not say more.

“Did… you find anything on the book shelves that you liked though?” Trying to change the subject sometimes worked with him. His intensity was almost as supernatural as his origin. There was an unwavering sense of self in his stare that almost rendered her mute sometimes. It occurred to her more than once that maybe she should ask what he was looking at but the thought of opening her mouth and saying anything almost seemed like blasphemy. He was staring because he could, because that’s what he wanted to do in the moment and that’s just who he was. End of story.

If only his story didn’t make her face overheat so much she would have been glad.

“Some.” He turned then and picked another piece of glass from the ground, turning the dark blue item in his fingers slowly.

“Oh?” She couldn’t help turning to study his face in that moment and he nodded thankfully without looking at her. “Someone named William Blake, and another…Yeats.” He put the piece of glass in her bucket, surprising her by the touch of his other hand on her elbow as he did it.

“And a couple of books about history.”

“Poetry.” She murmured, and her wide eyes screamed her confusion. Something happened to his face then, a soft wrinkling of the corners of his eyes, a pull to his lips and she realized he was smirking at her.


“I just… I just… didn’t think… I’m not sure what I thought you would read but I didn’t really think it would be poetry..” she admitted slowly. “Blake is one of my favorites.” The last comment was quiet, almost for herself.

“It’s how we remember history back…” he had been going to say home and then paused, turning to look at the sea just a few steps away, moving gently against the sand as though it had never been angry in it’s life. Just a docile watery tear with no festering feelings at all.

“…home?” She peered at him, following his eyes to the water a few feet away. He shook his head.

“…this is home now.”

He moved to continue down the beach but paused, turning to look over his shoulder at her standing in the shade of the cliff side, lifting a hand to block the surprising burst of winter sun to his eyes so he could see her clearly.

She stood frozen, lips parted slightly and heavy with words she was struggling to say, a tension had taken over her body and he waited, knowing eventually she would whisper her thoughts if he let her.

“…I’m sorry I took your home from you.”

A movement in his shoulders happened at her words, as though her voice had been a shove to his chest, the start of a fight.

“You did no such thing.”

“If…I had not been there-”

“I made my choice.” He was glaring and it was unnerving so she looked at the water, only a five minute walk down the beach was where she had woken to his lips on hers and his breath in her lungs, effectively severing the ties to everything he had ever known without even being awake.

“…I was being selfish.” She admitted, flickering her eyes to him for only a second as the ferocity of his glare was too much to take even on one of her good days, with the sunshine brightening the world and the sea a calm whisper of herself.

He shrugged, and turned around to keep walking again, pulling her along with an invisible tether she was unaware of. “There was nothing left for me there.” His voice was quiet and she strained to hear it over the soft waves lapping at the rocks.

The silence was thankfully punctuated by the cries of seagulls as they meandered around the curve of the harbor, gathering more glass every few steps in the quiet. Despite the calm he could feel something in her, her face seemed strained, as though she were clenching her jaw until finally he sighed and looked at her, almost tiredly.

“What is it?”

“What…what happened to you?” She didn’t stop shuffling the sand with her hand, the skin of her fingers and palm coated in it’s coarseness. Her body would smell like salt and sea and wild air for several hours after they got home and he would be both interested in it and also happy when she finally showered and returned to the flowery perfume that made his stomach tight and his hands shake.

“They died.” He knew what she was asking, despite her lack of articulation and she looked at him again, with the same fixated fascination that had transfixed her in her studio months ago.

“I’m sorry.”

“We were a warrior clan.” He shook his head. “They died well.”

“…but you…”

His gaze left her then, moved out to the sky again as if searching it’s vastness for words. “I was spared. I hunted him down.”

“…the one who spared you?”


Hinata waited, watching as he looked back down at his hands, studying them. They had not changed much since the loss of his home, they remained long fingered, wide palmed and strong. She didn’t know what he could do with those hands and he wondered if he wanted her to know.

“I just had that one purpose.” He lifted his shoulders and then glanced at her. “After he was gone, there was nothing.”

“…so you looked for…a Sufine.” An exit.

Somehow the idea that he had killed and seen killing was not surprising. There was a depth to his gaze that spoke of things she would not understand, one that came when blood and death had been handed out and observed. She dragged in a breath, and stood. “…I guess the stories should have been more accurate about people like me.” she muttered, lacing her arms behind her back.

His eyes lingered on her a moment longer before turning around. “I am glad they were not.”

The clouds had been chased away by winds and when the darkness fell she had opened the door and stepped outside without a word to him, leaving the freezing air to filter through the house with the tang of salt and sea on it’s currents.

He found her out there standing at the outcrop of rock that overlooked the winding path and the beach where he had found her, looking not out to the rolling whispering ocean but to the sky, her hair a cascade of darkness against the white of her painting smock.

Following the trail of her neck up to the heavens he paused and breathed in deep.

Down below, in some of the furthest darkest recesses of the ocean there was a world that sparkled as this one did. The expanse of the sky was all consuming, a slate of navy and purple and black that was smeared with pinpricks of light in dazzling patterns and swirls throughout. Abruptly and without warning a flash of light would begin on one end of the heavens streaking through in a flurry of light and fire disappearing into the darkness like it had never been. The idea that something so breathtaking could be unseen if he had blinked made him feel a little sick with something like desire.

His almost gasp made her turn to look at him, a smile on her face at the obvious stillness that had overcome his limbs despite the freezing snap of the cold wind through his shirt and sweater.

“I love the sky of the sea.” She whispered softly, turning to look back up at it as well. “I had…forgotten.”

The air smelled cleaner, the ocean sounded mournful and the scent of her was light, a feather on the wind that touched him.

“This is why you live here.”

It wasn’t a question because he was sure that’s what it was and when her gaze drifted to him she seemed surprised despite her slow nod. “Yes.”

“And… other things.” She admitted, turning to go back inside. He hesitated to follow, although curiosity eventually drew his limbs inside, shutting out the bite of the cold for the warmth of the living room with the fire blazing in it’s white marble grate.

Her steps were light, and the smell of her had changed again, something spicy and exciting, sparkling like the streaks of the falling stars that had ripped through the heavens. Following it like a hound he found himself in the doorway of her studio, watching her shifting through the canvases with faces, tossing some aside until she pulled out a frame as long as she was tall, and about half a foot wide.

Knowing he was standing behind her the way she knew the calm crash of the waves were sounding down below she spoke without looking. “Like this.” She turned to him then, showing him the expanse of the painting she held.

In the frame a wash of green spread wide, pines and ferns, the dew drops on each leaf and the bold overwhelming height of mountains behind it. His eyes scanned the image for a moment before taking a step towards it.

She studied him, watching the color of his eyes brighten as they roved over the image. Raising his gaze back to her she smiled, satisfied with the reaction.

“We can go there tomorrow.”

He didn’t even have to ask.

The forest had beckoned with a kind of ferocity that neither of them had really anticipated and when they reached it they had entered with a sort of abandon, like diving from a cliff into the depths of the sea. The rain however, had snuck up on them as though it had been waiting for them to stop paying attention to the heavens and begun to come down with a fury that surprised them both.

The trees stretched up high and tall around them, swaying to the rhythm of the wind that had brought them the downpour. The pines stood on tip toes, trying to tickle the under bellies of the gray clouds with their pointy tips.

They had not been walking long, barely half an hour up the hill and the torrent had begun. Just long enough for Sasuke to be overwhelmed by the vastness of the world he now belonged to before the sea came calling after him in the form of the clouds.

His balance was better than hers now, and she was a little envious. His dexterity and movement came naturally after awhile, once the idea of gravity and resistance became second nature. So it came as no surprise to either of them when she slid along a particularly mossy slimy bit of trail and ended up on her butt in a puddle.

“Ugh!” Hinata gasped, blushing furiously and thankful for the dimming light of the afternoon sun as she sat on the ground, coated completely in mud. His hand came into her line of vision and she looked up at him, freezing at the sight of a half smile on his lips.

For a moment she could not move, the water was pouring off his chin and taking dives off the edges of his lips, clinging to his eyelashes like dew, leaving rivulets of liquid down his cheeks. For a moment she could see him, with the bright green and blue of the fins hiding behind his ears, his pupils had been huge the night she met him, nearly the entirety of his iris. He was otherworldly, and strange, and yet he was smirking at her, hand outstretched.

Before she waited a beat too long she took his fingers in hers, feeling their grip and started as he hauled her easily to her feet, gripping her hand as they began to run again.

“It’s everywhere.” Sasuke’s voice was half a shout over the torrent. The rain had no qualms about it’s force, there was little wind just the perpetual haul of a river coming down overhead.

They had wandered off the path and Hinata was starting to regret that decision more and more as they scampered over fallen logs and drenched bits of landscape. The feel of soaked pine branches leaving their wetness along their clothes lost its effect within minutes of the rain and now worried that they would get turned around in the depths of the forest she stopped, looking slowly around herself.

The trees seemed thicker, and with the clouds blocking the sun there was no light to guide the way, no way to see where the sun was in it’s travel through the heavens.

“Um…” she began, too quiet for him to hear her in the wash of the rain. Slowly she turned to look at him over her shoulder and stopped.

Like so many times before he was looking straight up in her moment of stillness, wincing against the rain that threatened to make his eyes cry with it. In the wildness of the trees he seemed to belong. His hair was pushed back from his face and with the paleness of his throat exposed to her wandering eyes she shifted within her clothes, feeling uncomfortable and desperate at the same time.

Feeling her gaze on him he turned, meeting her pale eyes with his near black ones.

“It’s that way.” He turned and pointed breaking the stillness of their stare.

“…How did you know?” she blinked, pushing through the under bush towards him again, and then gasped feeling the ground give way beneath her hard.

The dirt had turned to mud that was closer to water than solid and gasping she clawed at the shifting ground, his voice ringing through the heavy rainfall with her name. Through the breaking of the branches and the tug of the earth beneath her jeans she drew in air sharply, more surprised by the sound of him above her than the stomach wrenching feel of the fall.

With a smack that was wet and thick she stopped, crumbled on her knees at the bottom of the small ravine that had been hidden by the wide leafed dense bush, shuddering in the cold and stickiness of the mud.

Swallowing thickly she peered upwards towards the heavens in time to see him holding on to a tree branch and peering over the edge only ten or twelve feet above her. Panic lingered on his face she had never seen before.


It occurred to her then that his voice was like a siren song. It sounded melodic even in his fear, and blinking rapidly she moved to stand and then stopped, rethinking it when her lungs gave protest. The impact had not been bad but she was panting to catch her breath.

“I’m… I’m okay!”

With the crack of branches and the slip and slide crunch of rolling mud he landed beside her, light on his feet and elegant even when covered in dirt. Eyeing him tiredly she waved at herself.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m not…very coordinated.” Her voice was wobbly as her legs, and holding on to the melting ravine wall she dragged herself to her feet, feeling his grip on her arm tightly.

“You scared me.” His voice was cloaked in the fall of the rain but she looked up at the sound anyway, surprise blooming on her features as she stared back. He blinked rapidly, as if equally surprised by his statement, removing his grip on her like it burned.

Licking the rain from her lips she sighed and changing the subject inspected her muddy clothes, shaking her head. “…it doesn’t matter where I go… I always feel so much like a fish out of water.”

A sound that was almost a laugh came out of him then and she turned again, not surprise but shock on her face. He looked incredulous and pressing a hand to his forehead shook his head a smirk so wide it could almost be called a smile lingered on his mouth.

“I don’t think you get to say that around me.”

Nervous and trembling she started, blinking the rain from her lashes and then burst out laughing, burying her face in her hands at the sound of his chuckle along with her.

“I am so sorry.” She finally sighed, leaning against the tree closest to her to catch her breath. Her hand was on her stomach where it hurt from laughing. She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened, it made her cheeks hurt and her torso feel like she had done sit ups.

He shook his head briefly, still smirking just a bit and then peered up above, eyeing the distance. “We may need to climb.”

Wrinkling her nose she followed his gaze and bit her lip, considering the possibility of not being able to get out with the pouring mud tugging against her.

“I will help you.” Turning back to him she blinked, seeing his calm expression again. He was unconcerned, even comfortable in the fierceness of the rain. There was no worry or trepidation, just a stillness that had not been there before. She felt a tug on her lips, realizing.

“You’re happy.”

It wasn’t a question, and he cocked his head a little at her, extending his hand in answer. Trusting him, she took his hand in reply.

They arrived at the house just in time for the rain to turn into half melted snow, the sleet followed and soon after hard painful knocks against the window began with hail.

Standing in the entryway Hinata sighed, watching the mud coming off their disgusting jackets leaving smears of chocolate colored grime in the white tile.

The pounding of the hail was different than the rain, more aggressive and nerve wrecking when the glass shuddered under it’s finger taps. Warily she eyed the gray of the sky beyond her see through walls, turning just in time to see him rip of his soaked shirt, moving to his pants without a care.

“Ah- no!” she began and they froze together, listening suddenly not to the hail but the firm knock, knock, knock of someone at the door.

His black gaze turned wonderingly to her pale gray and they stared at one another for a breath.

The reaction on Sasuke’s face was a war between confusion and incredulity as he stared at the doorway. “What-?” He began and she shook her head rapidly, putting a finger to her lips and choking the words on his tongue.

“Please… go to my room, okay?”

Slowly, and perhaps a little irritably he turned and headed up the stairs, his dark eyes piercing her as they turned away and he stepped into her bedroom on the loft floor.

Sucking in a breath that didn’t seem to want to fill her lungs completely Hinata turned to the door where another polite, firm, familiar knock sounded.

Licking her lips she pulled the handle and peered outside, meeting the face she had expected to see from the start.

“Cousin.” She whispered.

Familiar gray eyes looked back at her, filled with concern that she was unsure she wanted to trust.

He listened in the hallway, wondering why he was standing there, eavesdropping. Her voice was gentle, if a little defensive but he couldn’t quite make out what was being said over the din of the hailstorm. aAnd whoever it was although invited in didn’t appear to intend to stay.

All he knew was that he could hear it was a male voice, deep and dark like the ocean waters beyond the deepest trenches and the concern was evident even to him.

Something was festering in his chest as he listened, searching her voice and the tones she used for clues, tearing it apart in his mind even as he struggled not to go down the stairs.

The conversation could not have lasted five minutes, and then the door closed and he heard her sigh. Peering from above he studied the droop of her shoulders and the way her hands pushed through her dark hair at the crown of her head, dragging through tiredly.

He couldn’t wait until she turned, until she walked up the stairs. His words were right at the edge of his lips, prying his mouth open with impatience.

“Who was that?”

Startled, Hinata turned, her soaked sweater hanging from her small shoulders as tiredly as they drooped.

“Why… why aren’t you showering? You’re…you’re going to catch a cold.” She stuttered, starting slowly up the stairs after him. He ignored her cold comment, she had made it before and he had not understood and still didn’t care.

“Who was that?”

Closing her eyes she walked slowly past him into the room, removing her sweater carefully before tossing it in the laundry basket by the open closet door.

“…um… just… he was just…”

Her reluctance to answer was making his fingers fidget, he ran a finger along the hard hem of his jeans at his waist, trailing her cold shuddering form with his eyes as though it would give him the answers her mouth refused to surrender. These creatures of the shore, they were different than his own. He knew that. The stories were vague, but he knew one thing they had that his people did not. Abruptly, and before he had thought through what he was saying words were snapping out of his mouth.

“Is he your mate?”

An expression he had never seen before on her face flickered over her features, like the cracking of porcelain as she grimaced. “No! No… he’s… he’s family, he’s my cousin. I don’t have a…” she blanched for a moment and then finished with some clear discomfort. “…I don’t have a…mate.”

His eyes had never been quite this unreadable, there was something in them that glimmered and caused the blue to shine but nothing about his face was familiar, it’s impassiveness was marred, even the relaxed hang of his limbs from his torso seemed different.

Keeping her eyes from his bare chest she turned and began to dig out clothes from her closet for both of them. “Do…do you have a…mate? Do you miss her?”

His reaction merited looking over despite the lack of shirt. He seemed confused, his head cocked just the slightest bit to the right, tossing his mane of wild black hair to the side. “No…I have no one. I was the last of my clan.” There was a pause in which she forced herself not to sigh, remembering she had known that. Still, she kept moving her arms in the closet despite already having everything she needed, as if searching for something to say in there.

“…we do not mate, we… are born from pearl eggs.”

She turned then, mouth agape. “You…you what?”

He was watching her with care and she noticed a movement about his shoulders, as though he were tightening with slight discomfort at her tone.

“But you have a belly button.” Her eyes went straight to the little circle on his stomach and he looked down, following the trail of her eyes, the confusion mounting on his face.

“Yes.” Then, slowly as though trying to follow her thought. “You do as well.”

“But… but…”

Her confusion was making something happen inside him as he watched, a tugging at his belly that intensified with the tightening of her shoulders and the widening of her eyes. Cocking his head he took a step towards her and before she could stop him with her hands full he had the edge of her shirt in his grip. The wet material pealed off her stomach as he lifted it. The ivory skin was pricked with goosebumps from the cold, but there was the belly button, a dimple in her smooth torso.

“How were you born?” His eyes lifted to her, and he paused, seeing the panic in her face for the first time. Stepping back sharply he frowned.

“I can’t.. I can’t…um…” Pushing her shirt down with her free hand she took a towel from the open closet beside her and pressed it to her chest.

“I am going to have a shower.” She whispered, eyes down as she turned and vanished into the bathroom, door closing quietly behind her.

Sasuke frowned after her, puzzled. Curiously he glanced at the mirror in her closet where his reflection looked back, one hand lingering near his belly button.

Although the questions lingered he did not ask, again. And as the days went by she began to hope that they would not have to discuss it further, ever, if possible.

Instead she focused on painting, her empty canvases beginning to take on a life of their own, their expressions and faces coming to the light in stroke by slow stroke of her brushes on their rough surfaces.

Usually she painted alone, but on the third day of spending hours entranced, her hands stroking blues and greens and yellows through the darkness of an endless void she felt the soft prickling of someone watching and turned.

He was standing at the door, arms crossed studying her as she moved. There was no way to know how long he had been there in the silence and she stared, lips parted in protest that never made it out of her mouth.

Two calm steps and he was beside her studying the canvas with a calm aloof expression. Heat was rising to her face and she stared down at her palette, scrambling to find words that would hide her in the moment of vulnerability among the brightness of her lights and the white of her studio walls.

In the canvas the ocean swirled, a depth made intense by the darkness and the lingering light that flooded from a single solitary source beyond the reach of the frame.

It was his silhouette in the shadows, but Hinata had not made a small fortune for herself by being bad at what she did, and his likeness showed. In the sharpness of his chin, the length and straight cut of his nose, the tousle of his water swept hair, the smooth long fingers.

Turning his head just a bit to the side he breathed in softly beside her.

“…you…” Hinata began, and winced at the half whisper that escaped her throat. “…you have to say something.”

He turned half to her then, dark eyes set on her face, their calmness changed if only for a moment as he studied her, setting her face to flame, a knot in her belly tightening until electricity seemed to run through her limbs.

The gaze that inspired the image glowed at her and she flinched away from it. She had not done it justice on the canvas yet again.

A touch made her start, his fingers trailing through the sheet of her hair and to her cheek. “You seem to know a lot about a place you’ve never been to.” He murmured, withdrawing his hand at the feel of the heat radiating from her skin.

Hinata stayed still, searching the paleness of her studio for something that would be calming.

“…I can imagine though.”

“Hm.” He stepped back, the pull was hard, her scent flowery and soft, over powering despite the scent of paint and thinner.

Before she could say anything else he had disappeared out the door and she covered her eyes with her hand, blocking out the inadequacies of the canvas on her stand.

As the tangle of feelings inside her chest began to ebb away she shifted, feeling the buzz of her phone in her pocket for the third time that day. Sighing she lifted the device to her face, reading the words on the screen with a tiredness that no amount of sleep would help. Shoulders drooping she let the hard block of technology drop from her hand to the floor with a crack, hoping it would break.

“I have to… go away… for awhile.”

He was laying on one of the couches in the living room under a pile of blankets so thick he seemed more of a cocoon than a person. His eyes lifted from the book in his hands to her and the sun glistened on them. It didn’t get old. She could stare at him for hours in the light.

“Away?” He pushed himself up and the blankets tumbled off of him. Outside the window the wind was blasting at the house with a vengeance, trying to reclaim the outcrop of rocks on which it was built by sheer force of will alone. Across the harbor the clouds were starting to gather for their impending attack on the town on the other side of their crescent beach and soon it would reach them, dumping the snow in piles that blocked huge chunks of the windows, the ice clinging to the glass.

“Yes.” Hinata steadied the shake in her voice. “I will be away for three days… and two nights.”

His eyes didn’t move from her face, waiting.

“My family… expects me for Christmas and I…” She hesitated for a moment, looking at him, at the fragility of what he was. She would not risk it, if she didn’t go at least for those three days they would come looking for her, asking questions, demanding space in her life where there was none she wanted to give.

And if she took him with her they would mangle him, as only the Hyuuga could.

“Christmas.” He whispered it again.

She glanced at the books that had been pulled from her shelves and left strewn throughout the living room, studying the faces of the familiar pieces. Surprised she lifted a large encyclopedia of human anatomy in one hand, measuring it’s weight.

“If I do not go they will come looking for me.” She murmured, opening the book in her arms to glance through it’s pages so she didn’t have to look at his face. “Maybe I can get away even sooner.”


She looked up, confused that there were no questions and yet not surprised at the same time. He studied her with his impassive gaze and she sighed, reading the inquiry there. “They would know that something was different about you… they would sense it.”

“They think that of you too.” He could read her more easily and had been able to for longer than she liked to admit. Looking away she lifted her shoulders in an answer that was neither a yes or a no.

“I have prepared food though, for the next couple of days. And I will be back as soon as I can.” She rubbed her hands along her thighs to dispel the stickiness of her nerves from her palms. “Perhaps it will snow.”

He nodded and looked out to the clouds. “The sky is angry today.”

“Yes.” Hinata turned her eyes to follow his to the window where the heavens rolled and twisted as though in pain and fury, their gray and white plumes almost like smoke from a billowing fire.

He watched her, interested in the fact that her gaze, like the heavens looked frustrated and upset as well.

She left in the morning. They woke as they always did, staring at each other, only this time the urge to touch her won out and he felt his fingers trail along her hand for two seconds before he reigned himself back, feeling something akin to embarrassment at the movement.

The touch had made her pale cheeks brighten to apples on her skin and as she shifted the sweetness of her body lingered in the air she moved to get up, abandoning him to hug her pillow, face buried in the fabric while she showered, eyes closed, wondering why he always thought of her mouth.

At the front door she had lingered with something he thought might be uncertainty, hesitating at the exit to watch the fat flakes of white that were drifting down from above in slow lazy swirls as the breeze began to pick up.

“Hm.” Sasuke sighed, stretching his hand out and watching it land on his flesh only to disappear, the cold raindrop that morphed out of the ice absorbed into his skin.

She watched him and gripping her bag tightly whispered. “I’ll be back soon.”

Dark eyes turned back to her with interest. He felt the tug of his limbs towards hers, the desire to press her body to his puzzling even as he stepped back into her house with a slow nod, dragging each extremity inside and away. “Okay.”

She left, the growing tension mounting like the snow as the car pulled away. Her house made of glass and metal and stone hunched against the beat of the growing wind in her review mirror and inside it he was alone. As she had been.

Her hands struggled on the wheel, hesitating, agonizing, and even after she hit the highway she had not really made up her mind. But it was just too late to turn around, so she continued on, wishing she could be home.

As he watched the red of the vehicle tail lights disappear in the distance he wondered when the snow would stop.

It didn’t.

Through the night and day it fell, soft feathery puffs of white that danced in the whirlwinds of the ocean sighs. At times it was sharp angled slices of ice that fell like meteorites, bent on piling up around the house, covering inches and then feet of the windows at the floor level so that the glass fogged with the heat from inside.

Her absence was a sort of empty echo, and in the stillness of an already quiet house he heard the silence almost like a painful grinding on his ear drums.

Reading distracted him for the first day, but the night was difficult. Wrapped in her blankets and breathing in the scent of her made him twist and turn through the rotation of the moon in the sky, blowing snow flurry kisses at him in the dark.

The realization that beneath the waves, or above them the only point of contact in his life was her face made a small insignificant panic begin to take root.

What if she never returned?

What if she had left with no intentions of coming back?

What if something happened to her out there where he could not see, hear or help?

He began to pace, moving through the house touching edges and doorways, memorizing the feel of the place and wondering if he had indeed died when he pressed his mouth to hers, giving her the air she needed and therefore ending himself. It was possible, because the slow tick of the clock and the lazy absent minded movement of the light across the floor signalling day to night was a torture he had not thought of. It was hell, pain through breaths counted, seconds passed.

His wanderings took him to places in the house he had never bothered to ponder about. Including a doorway in the kitchen that led to a dark unlit stairwell going down, further into the ground, a third level that he had never known existed.

His steps creaked on the rough untreated wood stairs and the smell of damp and cold sifted upwards into his nose.

The cement was unfinished and coarse against the smoothness of his palms and when he reached the bottom landing he studied the place, noting the squat space was not meant for walking in. Too short to even really bend and walk it was empty, save for a half dozen boxes that sat ignored by the steps, covered in a layer of dust and grit that left gray on his fingers as he opened them.

The light from the kitchen upstairs was filtering down in gray scales to the place where he crouched, and as the last flap of the box opened a glimmer of blue and green reflected it’s brightness. Shining dully with their sleepy dusty faces the tiles were of various shapes and sizes, some as big as his thumb, others his palm and none were of the same color blue or green.

Transfixed he smoothed his finger over the hardness of the tile, recognizing the ceramic material instantly. One of the few things that survived the sea’s corrosive power was tile, and although they didn’t make their own, finding ship wrecks with materials that were similar was not uncommon.

Slowly he uncovered the other boxes, moving his hand over the brightness of the small squares before picking one up and heading upstairs to find the glass they had gathered from the beach.

In the house she was a ghost. There were images on the walls of a woman who had her face, her eyes, her mouth her cheeks, all put together in the same place. She was regal and smiling and her hair flowed like the ink black depths of the ocean currents. She was dead.

Her family seemed to forget that her mother and Hinata were not the same person. Her mother had been frail, but determined, her weakness buoyed her strength and with sheer force of will her world turned at her beck and call until she stopped turning with it.

The disappointment of who Hinata was and the contrast of what she looked like was an unforgivable offense, and returning home always reminded her of it. Only her cousin and occasionally her sister would soothe her after the lashings of her father’s tongue.

Around her the twinkle lights, the delicate snowflakes made of glass that her sister loved so much and the enormous 10 foot Christmas tree dominated the landscape of their elegant home.

Kids that were familiar only because of their intense pale gray eyes ran through the house in fancy clothes, and a smell of cinnamon and spices drifted through the rooms along with the jazz music that someone had put on in the background, soothing the lilting voices of her relatives.

Handing her a glass filled with blood red wine she was unlikely to drink her sister sat beside her. She was similar and yet hard where any edges on Hinata had been sanded down by time. “Here. I’d be downing that if I were you. We just got started for the holidays.” the younger Hyuuga murmured, taking a long sip of her own cup.

Hinata twirled her wrist with the glass in hand, watching the depth of the red circle over the windows of it’s house and worried that if Sasuke was hurt there would be no one to help for days. “Thank you.” She murmured without conviction, and Hanabi sighed, glancing at her cousin then.

“You’ve been even less..present.. than usual this last year.” Neji finally added, glancing back to see where his uncle was and if they should be making a retreat to a different room. But the family had arrived en force and the sound of booming voices and the crinkle of gifts being placed under the tree was dominating, hiding their conversation.

“…I’ve been busy.” She raised her shoulders, wondering how fast merpeople healed. If he needed a hospital would they be able to go to one? Would they notice something in his body or blood that was different?

“With?” Hanabi’s question was kind, but loaded and Hinata looked out the window to the ever falling snow. It had not stopped since she had arrived and through the night she had stayed up watching it with worry. If it didn’t slow down getting home would be difficult.

“…have you been painting?” Neji was not one to pry, and his usually stoic disposition made it clear that he was desperate for some shred of information if he was willing to ask a second question. Swallowing hard Hinata put her glass down, rubbing her hands together. “I…just needed to take some time to think, after what happened.”

Something happened to their bodies in response to her words and she studied out of the corner of her eye as they glanced at each other, shoulders both tensing and tightening at the mention of the past.

“…Naruto…asks about you regularly.” Hanabi supplied softly.

The wince was involuntary to the point she felt her body was not her own and she stood, rubbing the sudden ache from her arms. “I don’t really want to talk about this.” She murmured and moved to go, feeling the grip of her cousin’s hand on her shoulder.

“Hinata. He was just… a chapter, for you. There’s so much story left.” Gray eyes roamed her face and were surprised when they turned to look back with a calm he had not seen for some time.

“I know.” Blinking rapidly Hinata felt the lack of lie on her tongue and pondered that. “I hope he’s happy…with her.”

Hanabi made a face, the disgust tangible in the air around her. “I don’t.” She stared at her sister’s worried frown. “I don’t. The car accident should have made him propose to you, not leave you for that girl while you were both in the ICU.”

“It clarified things for him, nearly dying does that to people.” Hinata stopped, the sound of her voice had risen, the force behind it backed with first hand knowledge. Swallowing she lowered her gaze, realizing she was probably revealing too much even as she spoke.

The silence lingered too long after her statement and turning once more to the window she fretted, hands tightening and loosening together as the snow began to fall with earnest.

“…I hope this stops…how am I going to drive home in this?”

“I really don’t think you will be going anywhere.” Hanabi let out a soft sound that was almost a scoff. “Father won’t allow us out in that, I guarantee it.”

“It wouldn’t be safe, Hinata.” Neji’s voice agreed, and she watched their pale reflections on the glass looking at her instead of the snow outside.

Jaw clenching she turned, heading to her room to pack despite their words.

He found his head turning towards the window at the front of the house, where her car would come sliding like a black knife through the white expanse of the snow, but it didn’t. As night began to fall his hands began to shake, and although he ignored it the tightness in his belly intensified making eating revolting and sleeping impossible.

Smoothing out the cement in the bucket he had found with the tiles he breathed in deeply and tried to remain calm, even as the light outside faded, and the moon rose high and tall, her face hiding behind the cover of the snowfall.

He worked straight through the night, moving the tiles onto the wall where the kitchen received the most light. He had had to move one of the shelves to bare the expanse of white un-decorated panel. It never occurred to him to wonder if she would be upset. The subtle boil of his own distaste was wavering in his blood stream as he waited, sliding the tiles into place on the wall bit by bit, eyes flickering from his work, to the driveway that never lit with the headlights he expected.

The idea of going upstairs and smelling her on the sheets made him feel sick. Like the empty room where she had first wanted him to be, she was fading with each day. Soon the sheets would smell like nothing, just him and the break down of fibers.

He couldn’t sit there and breathe her in anyway, the images of her eyes, the feel of her long hair between his finger tips or her mouth pressed into a smooth pink smile made the cells of his skin hurt, aching through the evening, refusing to let him sleep.

The paint sheet he had found down below with the tiles caught most of the debris of his work on the wall. With the time he found the tiles practically drifted to their places, sitting comfortably next to each other. In the water placing them had been more difficult as each one had to be fitted into stone that breathed with life. Eventually the life beneath the sea would claim mosaics anyway, destroying them, rendering the people who lived below the ocean waves nothing but a forgotten dream.

By contrast here the tiles glimmered, happily sitting in their new home as he pushed them into place. This thing, with nothing but air and light to touch it would last forever if it wanted to. There was no water, no salt, no drag on it to destroy it. But then, what good would it do if there was no one to look at it? His gaze fluttered then again to the darkness of the driveway, where the snow billowed outside with madness.

What good was it if it was left alone?

The walk began when she finally, after many stops and a few frightening moments of being stuck made it to the dirt road that led to her house on the cliff side.

The snow was deep but the wind from the sea had done her the favor of pushing most of it to the side against the trees and black berry bushes that tangled up the shoulder of the road during the summer time. With her cell phone to her ear she had walked, arms wrapped tightly around herself after abandoning her vehicle in the dark of the predawn morning.

“I’m sorry, Neji-nii.” She whispered it softly, trying to keep her teeth from chattering.

“Whatever is happening, Hinata, I wish you would talk to me. Uncle is very upset that you left without letting anyone know. Especially with the weather the way it is.. It’s not safe. I’m shocked you made it to your road.”

“I know. I’m sorry to worry everyone.”

“Were we such bad company that you had to get back home so quickly? Why do you like being alone so much, I’m… I’m so concerned for you, Hinata.”

She had breathed in slowly then, trying to think of how to respond, to explain that it wasn’t that she wanted to be alone, but quite the opposite.

“I…I have someone I…” she began and then stuttered on the silence that tasted so much like shock transferring through the phone.

You have someone?” His voice sounded incredulous.

“I have to go, Neji-nii. Please, please apologize to father for me.”

“You can’t just- Hinata, who are you talking about?”

The house suddenly appeared through the white of the swirling snow and Hinata stopped, seeing the door open, swallowing the knot in her throat at the sight of the familiar shape that stood looking straight up into the snowflakes twirling down in soft freezing pirouettes.

“I have to go.”

“Hinata- wait.”

“Neji, I love you. Bye.”

And she hung up, focusing for once on something that made her heart beat faster and not the disappointed voices of her family in her head.

Her voice was breathless and it startled him. He had been so focused on the feel of the snow kissing his face, the touch of the flakes landing on his cheeks with a tickle of pain from the cold, a small pinprick of dislike before melting and turning to a soft drooly touch as they melted.

Above the sky was a blueish gray and the snow fell in patterns he could almost trace but turned too complicated within seconds of watching. Nature was too clever for him.


He blinked, and turned to her.

The snow, the ice, the wind, it was all over her, coating her in it’s fresh and wild flavors but her scent was still there, it lifted through the fibers of her clothing, tangled in her hair and drifted with the snowflakes into his face.

Dark eyes pensive he studied her pink cheeks from the cold, her gray eyes filled with tears that he wasn’t sure how to interpret. He had been wrestling with the panic through the sleepless night, worry making him almost angry, frustrated that there was no way he could find her in the vastness of her world. But now she was there, breathing deeply, cold pale fingers tense at her chest.

The pull was not a pull, but a binding. The control it took to keep from moving towards her took his breath away. Almost as much as seeing her take three rapid steps towards him, wrapping her arms around his torso with her face buried in his chest, shoulders trembling.

“I’m sorry I’m so late.”

From breathing in the remnant touch of her on the pillows to feeling her pressed to him he flinched and trembled, unsure of what his body would do in response to the contact. Unsure too of what was happening to his blood flow. It had spiked and it thundered, muting the constant sound of the ocean that was the soundtrack to his life.

Hands moving of their own accord he felt for the first time the curve of her hips to her waist beneath the cover of her jacket, the smallness of her shoulder blades and the smooth watery silk of her hair against the backs of his hands.

It felt, like walking into the ocean from the beach after having lost his scales. It felt like drowning. The panic surprised him and taking a step back sharply he sucked in air, staring at her like she was something new and frightening, unable in that moment to keep the expression from marring his usually calm features.

Hinata stared back, shoulders tight around herself, equally confused.

“I…made something.” he stuttered, surprised by the trip of his voice, by the heat that was engulfing his body despite the freezing touch of the winter that swarmed around them.

Her face fluctuated between confusion and curiosity and something else that was making his stomach clench fervently.

“Made something?”

Unable to restrain himself completely he reached out, grabbing her pale fingers in his hand and dragging her in.

It didn’t matter why she was late, the point was she was there, with rain in the clouds of her eyes and the electric tingle of her skin between his fingers. That’s what was important, that and keeping his breath from escaping his lungs as her smell overwhelmed him.

He pulled her, hardly giving her time to close the door behind them before they were standing in the kitchen with their backs to the blast of the white snowy morning facing the 12 foot wall that he had bared and then doused in color.

The tiles were small and large in places, but they took her breath away as they captured the light. He had taken the entirety of the empty wall, and with each piece created a mosaic that was at once his gaze and the way light filtered through the ocean from above. Darkness lingered at the edges, growing lighter and more pure in it’s blue and green towards the center where the sun was trying to touch it’s ocean brother. The sea glass danced throughout, glimmering with sparks of color.

The circular motion of the tiles was intricate, it had twist and turns in the patterns, and yet no form at all, like the way the waves danced. Raising a hand to her mouth she stared and remembered to breathe.

“…I haven’t…loved anything this much in such a long time…” Delicately she reached out, pressing her fingers to the smoothness of the greens and blues.

Something released in his chest at her words, and a sigh escaped him that made her turn to look, meeting his gaze.

“…what is that?” He said suddenly, and she felt herself tense at his breathless tone. The hunger in his face.

“What do you mean?”

Her perfume was overwhelming now, it was not a cloud but a mist he was losing himself in. The desire to touch her, to taste her making his hands feel hot and cold, his mouth dry. “You… you smell different.”

Startled she looked down at herself and then back up at him in confusion. “What?”

“You… I can…” He took a hesitant step forward and she started, the feel of his fingers on her cheek and chin so new they felt like the bite of electricity. “Your body… wants something from me… I can smell it on your skin.”

Eyes widening Hinata felt herself take a step back, her chest heaving with air that wasn’t helping her feel less breathless. “What? No…” Flustered she turned, heading up the stairs, fingers stumbling to undo her jacket buttons.

“I… I have to change.”

“Wait.” He was behind her and she felt for a moment the desire to escape tangling with the feeling of wanting to stop, to watch him and the way his eyes flickered to her mouth again and again.

In her room she scrambled to remove her wet sweater, shaking visibly even as she dragged out clean clothes from her drawers. He stood watching her, and the way his chest was rising and falling rapidly didn’t escape her notice.

“Hinata, stop.”

“You’re wrong, I don’t.. I don’t want anything from you.” Her voice was a traitor, it twisted in her vocal chords before coming out weak kneed and helpless. The lie didn’t even fool her and hesitantly she pressed a hand to her face, hiding the rising heat to her cheeks.

He swallowed, so hard she could hear it. It was all over her, on her face, on her skin on her hair, it was in the air and he was drinking it, shaking as it entered his lungs and commanded his attention. Like being offered water after crawling through a desert, he struggled with the almost pain of standing there, apart.

“Then you want me. You are all want.”

His words had the desired effect of making her look at him, her hands tight at her sides as though ready for a fight although her lips were parted in something like panic.

His body was taut with the tension of pulling back, of keeping himself separate from her even as he felt the desire to mesh himself with her so there would be no distinguishing where he started and she began. Breath shaking as it traveled in his body he stepped closer, wondering if this was the correct choice despite the scream of his body saying yes.

Desperate, he had her in his grip before she could gasp out his name, his lips hovered over hers, making the pain in his stomach tighten, a coil of agony that needing soothing.

“What… is this?” He was so confused, almost angry as he trembled. His confusion was so close to panic that she felt a shard of pain anchor itself in her chest along with all her fears.

How could she explain without making the action cheap, the tension untrue? How could she alleviate the anxiety in his eyes?

“…do you want?” Her mouth somehow found words that made sense, and he started as if it was something he had not thought of. His chest lifted with a breath that shook painfully, releasing the word with force.


She was terrified and he could see it, it was the same look she had had when the ocean had taken her alive, accepting the offering of her life only to trade it for his. Despite the terror she had walked into it, shaking. The same trepidation made her limbs shudder, and eyes glow as she stood on tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his.

His hand relaxed it’s grip on her wrist almost instantly, a shudder ripping through him as she pressed herself to his chest. Hand loose in the joint of his wrist he shakily pressed into the small of her back, pushing the hardness of his hips to her own and a sound came from him that sent heat and something akin to pain travelling into the heart of her belly.

The child of a moan and a sigh escaped him. “…oh…” he stared into her, eyes wide in an innocence she had seen in his eyes before. Innocence that was heavily doused in a heated desperate flame at her touch. “I’m sorry.” He shook, his thumb passing over the plump smoothness of her bottom lip. Hunger licked like flames in his gaze and still trembling he breathed against her mouth, making every muscle in her body tighten with anticipation. “I can’t… I can’t stop.”

It felt like drowning.

Gasping for breath she struggled to keep above water, feeling him as a wild sea that overwhelmed, that bruised and loved with desperation. Clothes were insubstantial obstacles to the raging heart beneath his chest, his voice raw in her ear as he whispered her name.

There were no words, nothing but the glow of his ocean eyes consuming her. He was everywhere, and at the same time all his senses were in tune with her, the taste of her skin, the feel of her in his hands, the sound of her moans and the shadows that played over the curves of her body beneath his fingers.

She was what he had hoped she would be. Her flavor as delicious as the perfume of her body, her cries a melody he could listen to the way the waves crashed on the shore. If this was dying, then he had made the right choice.

The spool of tension within him tightened, her body the archer to wield the bow. Aching at her touch he shook. This was new ground, unknown territory. He had thought this world was too small, a glass box with boundaries to hold him but in her hands he was in the nothingness of space, every shift of her hips and the feel of her curves beneath his finger tips a reminder that this world was as wide open and new as the sea was old.

Cheek pressed to his, feeling the agony and pleasure in his grip on her she closed her eyes tight, succumbing to the wildness of the ocean he brought with him among the tangled sheets and sweat.

“…I love you.”

Just a breath, a whisper before she drowned in him. His eyes were on her, as hypnotic and strange as the day she had met him. She watched as understanding overwhelmed him, his lips claiming hers.

That is what the want was.

There would be no more fighting with it anymore.

The snow had stopped and when it did the sun came, making everything glitter in the afternoon.

They slept through the morning in a tangle of limbs, more soundly than either of them had slept in too long. Waking was not the same, and yet familiar. Carefully she blinked her eyes, feeling each of his breaths along her cheek and neck, his face tucked in against her and her pillow.

His mouth seemed bruised, lips pink and plump as he drifted in his slumber. Pale skin reflected the weakening winter sun and she could see the smoothness of it clearly in the close proximity.

The warmth of his body made moving and separating any inch of their tangled limbs a freezing affair and so instead she nestled further into him, burying her nose to the curve of his neck.


Startled she looked up to see him lazily opening one eye to look back at her, watching as she bloomed with color on her cheeks.

He had thought, that the tension of wanting her would end as he satisfied the craving, watching her moving above him, watching her moaning below.

But now, staring at her in his grip he realized there would be no satisfying it. Carefully he drew her up against him tighter, trailing her neck with his lips until she was shaking again. The tremble only fed the hunger and he sighed, almost a growl as he breathed her in.

“Why were you late?” His question, as always surprised her as he explored the length of her neck.

Eyes dazed she watched the play of light in the rafters again, more fascinated by the pattern of his mouth on her skin than the beauty of a distant star shining into her bedroom.

“…the snow tried to…stop me…” her words were coming slow, somewhere along the way his hands had started to travel like his lips did, and she was melting. How could she hold words if she was melting?

“Did you miss me?”

This shook some of the dizziness from her mind and slowly she turned to look at him, watching him travelling over the curve of her ribs, blue eyes orbs of light she would probably die without.


The intensity in her answer drew a genuine smile from his mouth before it returned to her skin, lingering over the curve of her rib cage before trailing to her belly button.

“I know why you were confused by my belly button.” He murmured and she felt the heat engulf her at the memory, despite her nakedness in his hands. A flicker of realization dawned on her, remembering the anatomy encyclopedia she had found open in her living room days before.


He smirked again at her reply before moving back to her mouth, his weight pressing her in a delicious way against the softness of her bed.

Closing her eyes to still her body she breathed in deep, opening them again only to have the air taken away by his staring.

“You’re mine.” He said it factually, searching her face for contradiction and she realized this moment was why they were called sirens.

“Yes.” she didn’t even think to argue, there was no argument to a fact. Just additions.

“And you,” she paused, watching his interest in her words play clearly in his gaze. “You are mine?” There was less conviction and more of a question in her tone but his smirk returned, satisfaction allowing him to press her down further, lips bruising as he tasted the honey of her tongue against his.

“Yes.” His breathlessness was not lost on her.

Abruptly a sound echoed and they stilled, listening.

From downstairs the door opened and closed and suddenly Hinata was scrambling to get up.

A voice sounded and she gasped, listening intently.


Feverishly she stood by the door, biting her lip and staring at it. “My family.” she whispered. Sasuke watched, interested to see what she would do, and not particularly alarmed despite her momentary panic.

Slowly, she took her clothes and began to dress herself, hearing the call of her name again.

“You… you should get dressed.” Her voice sounded unsure but at her request he lifted the clothes from the floor, unable to find his shirt for a moment until he realized it was on her body, baggy and flowing as she pulled it down.

Another smirk was making it’s way onto his face before he could help it and with chagrin he found himself another from the closet, following her out the door as she tried to untangle her hair with her fingers. Swallowing hard she led him downstairs, hand gripping his tightly, looking up in time to see her cousin and sister’s eyes widen at the sight of two coming down the stairs, not one.

“…Hinata?” Hanabi sounded incredulous. “Who is that?”

Neji was staring at the man with a wary calm tightness about his jaw that Sasuke found amusing.

“Where’d he come from?”

All three turned to look at her expectantly, waiting to see what she would say. Blinking up at him Hinata bit her lip. Steeling herself she started, making sure her tone left no room for discussion.

“He’s…my Sasuke. I caught him in the sea.”

He called it a pearl, and she laughed every time he did. Sitting on the sand with the wind soft and hot from the summer sun she dipped her toes into the water and smoothed her hand over the giant expanse of her pale belly. She felt bigger than she ever had and yet more comfortable in her skin too with someone else in it.

She could see him coming back from the water, rivulets of liquid dripping from him as he pushed his hair back with his free hand. His other held the bag of clams he had dug from the bottom of the harbor. It had not taken him long once he wanted to learn to swim, and like everything else that involved strength and movement he excelled at it. Holding his breath for ages he could linger near the bottom where she could only dream to even glance before feeling like she was dying.

Tapping her toes in the coolness of the ocean she wrinkled her nose at him cheerfully when he came to sit beside her, cool against the warmth of the hot sand.

“Clams. As requested.” He murmured, tossing them into the bucket they had for that purpose. The baby wanted nothing but clams. Sometimes she wondered if it would come out of her womb with a tail or a shell. Sasuke was adamant it would not. “But it will have a belly button.”

Every time he mentioned it she blushed.

Today the ocean was a calm placid thing, kissing at the beach with soft sighs, a lover after pleasure resting in the warmth of an embrace.

Other days were more difficult, with storms and light that bit through the sky and booming thunder that rattled their home. Nothing was easy, but anything was harder than being apart.

Over time her family stopped asking questions and started commenting to each other. She could hear them, as could he.

“…I literally never see them separate, is it normal for couples to be that attached?”

“What do they do again? She’s painting but what does he do?”

“And no family for him? Nothing? How does someone end up alone like that?”

“…she does seem happier though… less gloomy? Am I right, does she seem less gloomy?”

Like water on fish scales nothing ever stuck, and they always returned to their calm quiet, where the only cries were at night in each other’s arms.

“I think I may actually be getting sick of clams.” His voice was almost amused and Hinata’s eyes widened with disbelief. “No!”

“Yes. I think so.”

“I… I can actually eat more clams…than a Sylph?”


“…wow.” Hinata looked back at their toes sitting sandy together on the beach, the ocean’s wet lick at the bottom of their feet. “I have been thinking about shrimp a lot lately though.” She admitted, turning her pale eyes to him. In the light of summer they were almost white, bright puffy clouds with no rain nearby. He smiled, a genuine smile that had taken months to take root.

“That would be a nice change.”

“How long do you think you can eat shrimp for?” She frowned, calculating how much longer she had left in the pregnancy. A sound like a strangled laugh escaped him and he leaned back, exposing the length of his neck as he rested on his elbows beside her. Eyes trailing the places she loved to kiss the most she watched, feeling heat rise to her cheeks despite the familiarity.

“…as long as you want. Clams too, for that matter.”

“I know.” She moved over to press her mouth to the salt wet of his neck. “That’s why I’m happy to change though, because I don’t have to.”

And the sea kept licking at their feet.

Old Friend! Cal

Pairing: Y/N and Calum

Warning: Smut, Swearing and Spanking

Word count: 3K

Summery: Y/N is a surfer who bumps in to her old friend and they catch up ;) Also i’ve written before, not on tumblr though so first one! I’m excited af!!

Originally posted by mheartworld

I placed my surfboard in the sand and looked at the sea, todays been the longest day and its only really just begun, I had to work the late shift at work again last night and my boss is a pain in the ass, always wanting something from me, do this, do that. Like what do I look like a piece of shit you can walk on? No, at least I have the weekends off, which gives me two day to relax and enjoy the view of the sea and of course, go for a surf. I’ve been surfing since I can remember my dad used to take me out every Saturday morning, since his death I’ve still gone although his replacement is a pain in my ass i still love her for coming out with me, id rather be with Y/F/N then be alone. 

“What did you want? I have a ham sandwich or cheese before we hit the waves”
I looked over Y/F/N as she leant over the picnic basket, Y/F/N was tall, blonde and blue eyes, you would of thought she actually knew how to surf but she doesn’t, but she’s getting better every time I take her out. She got out the sandwiches and looked up at me.


"Mm cheese please”

“Are you sure?”

“You want the cheese don’t you?” I giggled, she tossed me the ham sandwich and sat on the tartan picnic blanket.

“Do you ever get tiered of surfing?” she asked

“How do you get tiered of something you love?”

“Didn’t Derrick get tiered of you?”

I took a bite out of my sandwich at the name of my Ex of nearly 6 months, We’d been together 2 years It was puppy love we’d met in high school he was the new beautiful American boy in a foreign land and he was the classic popular boy with all the girls swooning at him, after about 3 months he asked me out and me being shocked as why he asked me I said yes, turns out that the relationship was a bet which earned him $20 and that for 5 months he’d been cheating on me with his soon to be step-sister, which is disgusting 1. because you don’t cheat on somebody and 2. its practically insets. But after people found out his mum never did marry that guy and he moved far away from here.

“He didn’t really love me though”

“He was a asshole and a pig and he didn’t deserve someone like you sorry for bringing it up”


"Hurry up and eat the rest of that and we can go surfing" 

I ate the last piece of my sandwich and stood up wiping off the sand that had already managed to get on my ass. As I looked over the beach it was quite empty apart from a tanned boy reading a book and a elderly couple sitting on deckchairs. As I looked more at the tanned boy the more I recognise him, I’m not sure where from though.

"Y/N c'mon”

I grabbed my surfboard and followed Y/F/N down to the sea

I shook off the water from my hair and undid my wetsuit revealing my blue poka-dot bikini. Nothing attractive really it just something comfortable, and something that if I take of my wetsuit I won’t be stripping down to my birthday suit. I folded my towel around my wetsuit so my bag won’t get soaked and put it in my bag whilst getting out my shorts and t-shirt and putting them over my bikini. Y/F/N was also doing the same. 

“Are you entering the surf competition this year?” She asked

“No I don’t think I should”

“And why not?”

“Because of last year” Last year, the year was awful it was the year i fell off the surfboard and whacked my face against the board whilst doing a trick, after the competition I came 4th and had to get stitches in my nose. 

“But that won’t happen again, history doesn’t repeat itself”

“I’ll think about it”

“Ok well I’m going to go to Dans and I’ll see you tonight at the camp fire”

“Do I have to go” I wined

“Yes and if not I’m going to drag you by your hair”

“How about no”

“Bye Y/N” she giggled

I waved goodbye to Y/F/N as she walked across the road to her boyfriend Dans house, he’s really nice and takes care of Y/F/N, he’s holding the campfire party tonight as he practically lives on the beach, which I wish I could do, unfortunately I live 10 minutes away from the beach and have a small flat in the middle of town, which is the busiest part of any place. 

I grasped hold of my bag and surfboard and walked over to my car. A shitty blue box basically, but thats all I can afford, due to the fact that all I do is surf and theres not really a degree in that. I opened the passenger door to put my bag in but the wind made it slam against the car next to it.

Shit” I said whilst dropping my surfboard and bag to the ground.

I pulled my door away from the other car, hoping that no one had saw as there was a little bit of my blue paint on there red car, I licked my thumb and rubbed it against the blue paint but it seemed to make it worse and it smudged a little and revealed a silver scratch down it. I looked back up and saw no one, I shouldn’t leave it but theres nothing I can do, I turned around going to pick up my bag but I fell into someone’s arms.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry”

“No worries” the man said, I stood back up on my own two feet and looked up at the man, although, these eyes I recognised all too well, the tanned boy on the beach was in fact the boy who went to my high school and was one of my good friends until I started dating Derrick, His name was Calum and boy did puberty hit him hard.


“Hey Y/N”

“H-How are you, its been so long?”

“Good, apart from I now have a blue scratch on my car”

“This is your car? I’m so so so sorry” I said turning around and closing my car door and leaning against it with my head in my hands.

“I really didn’t mean too it was the wind but I was just putting my bag in the-”

“Y/N! it’s ok I’m getting a new car next week and this is going to the scrap”

“Oh well thats a relief” I sighed

I stood there looking at him, he’s changed a lot since the last time I saw him. His full fringe now turned into the semi quiff. His muscles now defined and tattoos over his arm and chest, which is practically screaming at me as he’s not wearing a shirt.  His brown eyes still warm, a beautiful dark brown colour and more noticeable now he’s not wearing his geeky glasses. He’s also such a beautiful colour and has beautiful golden skin. In a way I missed him and when he used to come round and tutor me, well when I say tutor me I mean we used to make pillow forts even know though we were 15 and supposed to be learning Shakespeare. But it all went, the fun, the laughs and the happiness when Derrick asked me out and Cal used to ignore me, he never wanted to hang out. I tried for months every time i asked him to go somewhere he’d shove it to the side, in the end Derrick told me to stop trying with someone who didn’t care for me anymore.

“Do you need help with your surfboard?" 

"Oh no I’m ok really”

"Ok well I’m going to go, it was nice seeing you”



“What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Did you want to come to the camp fire party? It on this beach at 7?”

“You want me to come?”

“More than anything" 


I grabbed my surfboard and went round to the back of my car whilst Calum pulled out his car, all i heard was the remains of All time low Backseat serenade as he drove off.

I put my surfboard in the boot and my bag in there too. I got in my car, the green air freshener Y/F/N made me buy after I had eaten a McDonalds filled my nose with a mint flavour, one of them smells that you can actually taste, I’ve been meaning to get read of it but its in the shape of a surfboard and looks pretty cool. I turned the radio on and drove home.

“So that’s why we broke up” I finished explain mine and Derricks break up to Calum

“Well if you’re asking me he’s a dick for doing that to you”


I looked around the beach and everyone was in there pacts and chatting away, Y/F/N was practically eating her boyfriends face off.  There was a group of girls on the beach dancing to the overly played pop music. However I was sat toasting marshmallows with Calum who arrived in a black button up shirt and black jeans which made him look more attractive then ever, it was hard to take my eyes off him.

”What happened to us?”

“He told me to stay away from you”

“What really?!” I gasped and turned toward Calum. 

“Yeah, after you got together he told me to stay away, so I did”

“Why did you listen to that ass?" 

"Because..h-he told me he’d hurt you if I didn’t, not as in violence but he’d tell you things, that wouldn’t be true not ever, but you seemed so happy with him”

"You shouldn’t have listened”

“I know.. But I was young and stupid”

I looked at the fire in front of us and back at Calum

“Wanna go to my house and build a pillow fort?” Calum laughed and grabbed the packet of marshmallows we were eating

“Let’s go”

The whole journey to my flat I couldn’t keep my eyes of Calum and his jawline mostly, man that could cut a bitch. 

We got to the door and I unlocked it, I went straight to my room and got all the duvets and pillow and ran back into the living room

“I went through you cupboards and found chocolate, cola and ice cream, along with the marshmallows we stole" 

"Great here we go”

We spent a hour building the fort, trying to keep pillows on top of other pillows but failed most of the time so our fort is a few pillows on the floor with the duvet lying across two sofas above us. We managed to eat the rest of the marshmallows and the ice cream had melted by the time we got to it, after the cokes I went and got something a bit stronger.

“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in three years” I said whilst opening the bottle of beer and passing it to Calum

“I missed you”

”Ive missed you too” I whispered, looking down at the beer

“How’s you love life, anyway? I told you about Derrick what about you?”

“I’m not with anyone”

“Really a guy like you?” I said whilst Calum sat up on his elbow looking over me

“Yeah a guy like me, there’s only one girl that I can’t live without”

“Really who?”

“Selena Gomez” I laughed at him and I smacked his shoulder

“No but really, ever since day one it’s always been her”

“Ever since she went on Disney channel?”

“No I’m not talking about Selena I’m talking about you”


“Yeah you” he mumbled 

I looked up at him and his eyes seem to look genuine, I never thought that he would like me, I didn’t even know I could like him. But the feeling in my stomach tells me otherwise. He lent down and gave me a Eskimo kiss which made me laugh and as did he.

“God you’re a idiot”

I rolled on top of him and leant down 

"I know Cal, I know” I pressed my lips to his, I’ve never felt fireworks, never ever but if this is what fireworks feel like I want more, I swiped my tongue over his lips and he taste like minty-cola. I stopped kissing him and tugged on his bottom lip, smirking at him which made him moan and made me laugh. I moved to his neck, he smelled delicious and I sucked a hickey. His hand grabbed hold of my waist as he tried to grind up into me, which made me moan into his neck.

“Y/N-N please”

“What do you want?" 

“You” I sit up straight and rest my hands on his chest slowly scratching down as I grind on him. 

“As much as I love this” He gets hold of my shirt and pulls it over me and flips us over. 

”I’m Incharge, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this”

I grabbed hold of erection and slowly palmed him

“I think I have a rough idea”

He leant down and kissed me again as I leant up and unclipped my bra. He started to kiss down my neck sucking hickeys as he went, he got down to my boobs and sucked onto my left nipple whilst his hand massaged my left. 

“F-fuck Calum” I whined 

He moaned which vibrated around my nipple, he took the other nipple into his mouth I was in pure bliss, my hand went into Calums hair and the other too Calums button on his jeans he sat up and took off his jeans and then undid mine. 

“I’ve been waiting for this so long I don’t think I’ll last…”

“It okay I just need you and only you”

He took of my panties and his boxers and reached over to his jeans as he was doing that I leant forward and kitten licked his dick

“Y/N Jesus” I looked up at him and he had his head tilted back and his hand moved into my hair 

“Y/N” he whined as I took him into my mouth, he let out a few curse words before tugging me off him

“I-I w-wanna fuck you”

I leant back “then do it” I giggled whilst rolling onto all fours and wiggling my ass in the air. I heard a small ‘fuck’, after he rolled on the condom his hand came down and slapped my ass. Which I was not expecting to feel so good, so I wiggled my ass again and he laughed whilst palming my ass and spanking it again. I felt his tip at my entrance and he stayed there circling it around my entrance. “Calum” I whined, “What?” he smirked, I pushed myself backwards onto him. We moaned in unison as he pounded into me, he kept smacking my ass and I could feel him hitting my g-spot which made me muffle my face in the pillow below as I clutched the sheets.

“Nu-uh pretty girl” Calum moaned and grabbed my hair and pulled me into his chest hitting me at a better angle. I reached around and grabbed hold of his ass and leant my head on his shoulder. He sucked on my neck licking over the hickeys he previously made. Which made me whimper over and over again. 

“I’m going to cum pretty girl”


“Cum then beautiful” he whispered in my ear, which sent me over the edge as I fell onto the pillows, I series of swears and relating Calums name came out my mouth as I saw stars. I got up just to turn my head around and watch Calum cum in me.

I rolled over and he collapsed on top of me so his head was resting on my chest. 

“You know I wasn’t joking, I’ve like you for a really long time when you went with Derrick I was so upset and I didn’t want to hurt you so I let you to be with someone you loved”

“I never really loved him, I always thought of you, ya know, I thought of you more than him, you were always on my mind”

He raised his head and kissed me 

“Be mine?”

6 weeks later it was the surf competition and I had made it into the final, there were me and two others Australia’s sweetheart and a girl who is a bitch so I’m not associating with her, it was the last race and we had to perform at least 5 tricks I was nervous as fuck. So far I haven’t smashed my face on any surfboards and I’m a lot more experienced this year and i’ve got an amazing boyfriend who’s been supporting me through this competition along with Y/F/N and Dan.

“You’re going to do great baby” Calum says whilst kissing my forehead

“Thank you”

“Yeah!! you’re gonna splash them outta the water” Y/F/N said excitedly whilst jumping up and down into Dan’s arms

“I love you” Calum whispered in my ear my breath hitched and I turned around to face him 

“You mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t” he blushed

I grabbed hold of his face and kissed him “I love you too” I mumbled against his lips

We smiled into the kiss and let go by the sound of the speaker calling me over

“If you win I’ll give you the champion a small present” he spoke whilst winking

“Pretty sure it’s not small Cal” I shouted as I ran to the start line.

Happy Fourth of July

A/N: Hey guys! So here’s a special fic to celebrate the 4th of July! Hope you like!

Tagging: @sammyxorae @twoeggsonehart @clever-girl-velocistar237 @kangdaesungofficial @sammys-angel @samanthasmileys

Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word Count: 1,687

Characters: God!Chuck x Reader

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Warnings: None, really. Swearing maybe? Some fluff as well. Oh, the use of the Lord’s name in vain. Lol.

Your name: submit What is this?

Summary: It’s the Fourth of July and Chuck decides to take the reader out for a day at the beach and to a place for some special fireworks.

Originally posted by i-hate-all-people-in-the-world

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This Is What Happens When 'Fake Married' Stuff Crosses my Dash too Much

She was going to pay for this.

He hadn’t quite sussed out how yet, but Eret was going to make her pay if it was the last thing he ever did.

Fuming, the dragon trapper raced along the beach to try and get to the cliff where his query and her god-forsaken beast had crash landed after destroying his ship and freeing all the dragons he’d caught for Drago. He wasn’t moving as fast as he’d like, weighed down as he was by sea water, but he hadn’t seen the girl and her black beast take off yet, so with any luck they had run into a problem of their own and he’d be able to catch them before they managed to get back into the sky.

Intent on his goal, Eret mulishly began climbing up the face of the cliff where he’d seen Hiccup land, determined not to waste any time looking for an easier way up. His muscles were burning by the time he made it to the top, but Eret figured that was a small price to pay when the first thing he saw after pulling himself over the edge was the back of the woman who had given him such grief.

“You!” Eret bellowed triumphantly. Hiccup turn her attention to him at his cry. So did the twenty or so armed men that appeared to have cornered the Dragon Rider on the cliff.


“Oh, there you are!” Hiccup exclaimed, racing over to throw her arms around Eret’s shoulders in an enthusiastic hug, which Eret found himself returning for reasons that escaped him. “I was so worried that you were killed after the ship got attacked by that terrible dragon, sweetie! For a while there, I was afraid I’d return home to Fire Island a widow!”


“This man is your husband?” One of the armed men asked, sounding disappointed.

“And the two of you are from Fire Island?” Another asked uncertainly, exchanging looks with the man at his side.

“Oh, of course!” Hiccup giggled. “Why, Eret here is the next chief of the Lava Louts, aren’t you, darling?” Leaning in close, Hiccup pretended to nuzzle Eret’s neck, using their proximity to whisper to Eret through the clenched teeth of a smile that was a little too wide to be sincere. “Play along, or I swear that I’ll kill you, and I promise you I’ll make it hurt.” Eret shivered a little at that, wincing as Hiccup’s nails dug into his arm. He had no idea what was going on, but if Hiccup was acting like this then it probably wasn’t good.

“Of course!” He said loudly, debating for a second before tacking on, “Honey?”

Hiccup’s smile looked even more forced after that, as if she was suppressing the urge to cringe instead. The men in front of them seemed unsure about what to do, and kept glancing around at one another. Finally, one of them stepped forward.

“The Murderous Tribe would like to extend their welcome the heir to the Lava Louts, and his lovely wife. Please follow us back to the village, and we will see that you are taken care of properly.”


Murdero- OOOF!” Eret began to protest, only to have Hiccup dig her elbow painfully into his side.

“That sounds lovely!” She said sweetly, leading Eret along by the arm. “Come along, dear, let’s not keep our kind hosts waiting~!” Eret scowled, absolutely through with taking orders from the troublesome female.

“I am NOT going into a village full of people who call themselves Murderous!” He hissed at Hiccup urgently, hyper aware of the men who were watching them closely.

“You will if you don’t want to find out how they got that name!” Hiccup snapped back in a whisper. “Look, I’ll explain once we’re alone, but for now just follow my lead and keep your mouth shut!” Eret’s scowl darkened at the order, but a glance sideways at their ‘host’s’ weapons had the trapper biting back his protests.

He just hoped that whatever idea Hiccup was hatching was a good one.


Thankfully, it didn’t take long after they got into the village for he and Hiccup to be left alone, since the men who had brought them into the village asked them to wait in a room while they told their chief about their arrival. Less thankfully, Eret had gotten a good look at the macabre decorations that had been placed all over town, which included human skulls and bones and dried up corpses of what was likely once enemies of the tribe.

Even more sickening then the dead were the living. People in rags, starved to the point of skin and bones with shackles around their feet and wrists, most baring scars from whiplashes on their skin. Slaves, the trapper realized, a queasy feeling in his stomach. None of this made Eret feel any better about their hosts.

“Now do you mind telling me what we’re doing here?!” Eret demanded once the door had closed behind their hosts.

“Trying to get out alive.” Hiccup replied. Eret was relieved to see that all pretenses of sweetness and puppy love was gone from her face, replaced with the cocky, sarcastic humor he’d come to associate with the brunette. “Not many people who come to Murderous Mountain can say that, believe it or not.”

“Why didn’t we just run away from the start?” Eret asked with an uneasy frown.

“And go where?” Hiccup scoffed. “Your ship is sunk, and Toothless’ tail fin is broke because of you.” Green eyes pinned him accusingly at that, making Eret sputter in protest.

“You attacked first!” He reminded her angrily.

“You were capturing dragons.” Hiccup said, as though that was a perfectly good reason to attack someone. “But I guess I’ll overlook that just this once, if you help me get out of here.” She said this as if it were some kind of great sacrifice on her part. Eret’s jaw hung open for a moment at the girl’s audacity, before he shut it with a snap.

“How generous of you.” He said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I take it your beast is still alive, then? Why didn’t you just call it to fight off those men on the cliff?”

“Because that still wouldn’t have solved our problem of being stuck on this miserable island. And I’m pretty sure that if we took out twenty guys, someone in the village might notice and make escaping that much harder for us.” Hiccup pointed out flatly. Eret saw her point. Even with the Night Fury on her side, a full out attack against the Murderous Tribe would still amount to suicide.

“That still doesn’t explain what we’re doing here.” Eret complained, rightfully uneasy in the village of murdering madmen.

“There has to be a blacksmith somewhere in this village, right?” Hiccup enunciated slowly, as if speaking to a child. “If I can get to it and fix Toothless’ tail, then we can leave this awful place behind us.”

…Okay, that was actually a pretty good plan. Eret admitted to himself grudgingly.

“So why the Lava Louts cover?” Eret asked. “And all that stuff about us being married?” Hiccup blushed a little at that.

“Lava Louts are allies of the Murderous Tribe.” She explained curtly. “They supply the Murderous with slaves, but their island is on the other side of the Archipelago so the chiefs have never actually met. I’m taking a gamble that the Murderous Tribe wouldn’t want to piss off the Lava Louts by killing their heir. So far, so good.” That… wasn’t quite as reassuring as Eret had hoped it would be.

“And us being married?” Eret pressed. Hiccup blushed harder.

“There’s a trader who comes to Berk who told us about the Murderous tribe before.” She said, a little stiffly. “They have this… tradition. I guess. Well, supposedly, they make sacrifices to the gods for protection. Virgin sacrifices.” Eret’s eyebrow raised at that, the obvious question springing to mind. The evil look in Hiccup’s eyes as she glared at him, toying with the knife in her gauntlet, made him decide against asking, though.

“So as a newly wed Lava Lout, you have nothing to fear then?” Eret clarified instead.

“Hopefully.” Hiccup grumbled. “Look, I won’t need more then an hour or so to fix the part I need for Toothless’ tail. so just play along and I promise you I’ll get both of us out of here alive.” Out sounded good. Alive even better.

“Whatever you say, darling.” Eret said with a shrug, sitting down next to the dragon rider. Hiccup relaxed visibly after his agreement to help, breathing a sigh of relief that told Eret she was worried he would rat her out. Before he could stop himself, Eret opened his mouth. “Though you know, if you’re really that worried about becoming a virgin sacrifice, there is an easy way to guarantee that doesn’t happen.”

…Eret had no idea why that got him slapped. All he was going to suggest was that she get her dragon to play bodyguard.

angel in disguise// l.h. pt.9

Pairing: Boxer! Luke + Reader

Parts 1-8

8tracks playlist

A/N: there’s smut at the end kids. plus alot of kissing. enjoy :) 


Luke had tried his game best to get everything ready to make the date a one to remember. Hoping that Y/N would understand the situation, he left the gym not caring to take a shower and hopefully not smell like stinky gym socks.

Everything was running smoothly until Y/N hit her long time best friend; traffic. A string of curse words left her mouth as cars surrounded her from every direction. It wasn’t even rush hour yet.

“Take a next to impossible Friday chem class,” she mimicked herself, slapping her hands on the steering in frustration. “It’ll look good on your application,” she ranted on.

The run down car she was driving in had a weak amount of AC slipping through the vents. She still had to change into her bathing suit and get ready and what not for the beach. A million scenarios of what could happen at the sandy shores made her heart flutter and knees weak. A shrieking car horn wiped her into reality as the traffic began to slowly inch forward.

Luke hesitantly knocked on the flat door which was awfully familiar to him.

No response came from the other side of the door. One hand messing with his lip ring, he knocked again impatiently waiting.

The door flew open to show Y/N’s flat mate, Lucy, who was currently in the middle of curling her hair and went back into the flat.

“Y/N, how many times have you forgotten to take the keys with you?Jesus, that Luke boy has been messing you up real bad,” Her naturally loud and gregarious persona failing to notice Luke at the door.

“Um, I don’t know know about,” he smirked.

Lucy snapped her neck to peer at Luke who had now walked into the crummy flat.

“Hey,” he smirked at her astonished face. “Where’s Y/N?” Luke eyed the place.

“She was at uni today…” Lucy trailed off. “She must be on her way or something,”

Well this was beyond awkward Lucy thought to herself. She assumed it was Luke because he resembled what he was described as.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Lucy asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

Luke had to think about it for a moment. They hadn’t officially asked each other out, it was like a mutual agreement. Hell, this was their first official date.

“For a few weeks,” Luke replied, messing with his lip ring out of habit, slowly realizing the fact that he was wearing his swimming trunks that had plaid print on them.

”She hasn’t shut up about you. It’s like you’ve got her wrapped around your finger,” Lucy laughed.

“Oh really?” Luke chuckled, waiting for Y/N to magically pop through the door so they could get going. Somehow Lucy’s words made him fall more smitten with Y/N, he couldn’t believe it.

“You goin’ swimming today?” She asked, eyes raking down his appearance, not failing to notice his broad and tough build.

”Y/N wanted to go to the beach today, so I’m taking her,” he smiled, scratching his neck. Her guitar placed on the coffee table caught his eye.

Luke took his phone out to check for any texts from Y/N but with no avail. She was almost an hour late. Was she fine?

“You’re like the first boyfriend that she’s had ever since she’s came here,” Lucy blurted out. “She’s been hitting the books real hard and like sort of lost a social life. Did you know tha-,”

The door creaked open to interrupt the conversation to reveal a very sweaty and pissed off Y/N, with a backpack laced over her shoulders. A messy bun was threatening to fall down atop her head.

Closing the door behind her, she was greeted by the tall blonde.

Without a second longer, she threw her book bag on the couch and wrapped her arms around Luke. He was taken aback at first, but then relaxed into her touch.

“Sorry, for being late. I feel really bad. Traffic was being a bitch and then my professor decides to throw an essay at us,” she ranted to Luke.

“Hey, no worries bub,” he soothed, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll get changed real quick,” Y/N beamed as she noticed Luke’s attire.

Skidding to her small room, she quickly stripped off her tie dye shirt and leggings. A second thought of doubt ran through her as the reflection of her body showed in the full length mirror that was hung on the closet door.

Her butt had gotten bigger,stretch marks appearing as a result. Her boobs were really small and not model size. Her stomach wasn’t flat either, it was bigger than other girls that Luke was seen with in previous years. All of those pizzas with extra cheese she had devoured on late nights studying for exams had their affect on her.

Why would Luke even give her a second glance? Maybe she should just tell him that she wasn’t feeling ill or had to finish up a lab report. She hated her pudge rolls that showed whenever she bent over.

Luke impatiently looked at the time on his phone. What was taking Y/N such a long time? Lucy had excused herself to finish with her hair, leaving Luke to himself. Deciding to check up on her, he got up and knocked on the door.

On the other side, Y/N was in a panic. She cursed under her breath as she scrambled for a shirt to hide her bikini clad body. He opened the door to come in sight of a embarrassed girl throwing on the nearest shirt off the ground. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red and her ears had blood rushing to them.

“D-do you think we should just chill here and watch Netflix?” she asked randomly. “Or do you want to play board games?” Y/N rambled on.

Luke starred at her like she was crazy, furrowing his eyebrows. “Are you okay?” He asked stepping closer to her. “Why don’t you want to go anymore? I thought you loved the beach?”

“Yeah I do,” Y/N replied sighing. “I’m not your type Luke, I don’t even know why you’re actually talking to me. You’re so fit… and I’m just- too fat and not attractive enough. Go date some model or something,” Y/N didn’t dare to look at Luke. “I won’t say anything if you leave,”

“Are you fucking serious?” Luke turned her around so she was facing him.

“Why the hell would you think that? Y/N, even though we haven’t known each other for a long time, we’ve been through a lot,” he put his hands on Y/N’s soft cheeks. His eyes were intently searching her face, eyes turning a light blue.

“Please don’t say that again, don’t compare yourself to others,” Luke felt like complete shit, his eyes suddenly beginning to glisten with tears.

Y/N sighed, looking down at their intertwined fingers, his pale hands contrasting against her tan ones.

"Can I go swimming in this?” She pried on, still not wanting to reveal herself to the tall blonde in front of her. If Luke saw her like that, then he would surely leave her.

Pushing all of his thoughts to the back of his head, he gently pushed Y/N to the wall, catching his plump lips to hers. Taken aback, a gasp left her lips as she automatically ran her fingers through Luke’s blonde locks. He sweetly kissed her jaw as he put his hands above her shoulders.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Luke mumbled as he attached his soft pink lips to the crook of her neck, biting down. Y/N moaned, earning a smirk from Luke. Her heart was beating against her chest, breath quickening. He cautiously blew on the love bite he had made, smirking to meet a pair of dark brown eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Luke whispered, his fingers holding the hem of her baggy shirt. Blue eyes raked over her legs for a second.

“Y-yeah,” she nodded. His eyes held her gaze as he carefully lifted the shirt, finally throwing it over her head.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and blush as she watched Luke in all of her in her vulnerable state. His eyes lustfully raked in her teal bikini as he kissed her sweetly and slowly.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Luke breathed, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his body.

“Thank you so much Luke,” she whispered just so he could hear.

“Bring a extra pair of clothes baby, You’re staying at my place tonight,”


Once again, Luke being Luke Hemmings, he had to go out of his way to make sure everything was perfect. Ditching the normal Bondi beach, he drove to a secluded beach, thirty minutes away from the loud city.

“Warriewood beach, m’lady,” Luke laughed, making his voice even deeper. Y/N got out of the familiar Tesla awing at the sight in front of her. The pair seemed to be the only one’s there as the intimate sounds of the waves filled her ears. The wind was cooling, whipping her hair back.

Luke grabbed a backpack from the boot of the car, and he came to where Y/N was standing.

“This place is so fucking pretty,” she cursed, watching the luminous water.

“Not as pretty as you,” Luke wiggled his eyebrows as they walked handin hand closer to the water. They had decided to place their stuff nears a pile of rocks covered by large palm trees.

Y/N laid down the towels that Luke had puled out of the bag. To his protests, she had brought a bottle of sunscreen for him.

“Do I have to?” Luke whined as he stripped of his muscle tee and laid on his stomach atop of the blue beach towel.

“Yes Lukey,” she taunted, squeezing the cream onto his toned back. She skillfully rubbed it all over his back and shoulders. “Do you remember how burnt you got last time?”

“Don’t remind me,” Luke quickly grabbed Y/N by surprise and turned her over so she was underneath Luke.

“Your turn,” his raspy voice rang through her ears.

“Hell no,” Y/N shot up from the ground and towards the water. She hastily threw off her shirt and shorts revealing her bikini. Luke’s giggles were uncontrolled as he ran after her.

Luke’s inhumanly long legs gave him an advantage to pick Y/N up. A smile was etched on her face as she couldn’t stop laughing.

They were quite deep in the ocean, the clear sky and waves opened their vision.

“Luke! For fuck’s sake,” she giggled because he almost tripped with the ocean current. He mischievously grinned downed at her as he threw her down into the water.

Y/N shot up from behind him, wiping the water droplets from her eyes.

“You got me wet!” Y/N shrieked, trying not to laugh.

“That won’t be the first time baby,” he smirked, proud of the fact
that his hair wasn’t messed up yet.

Y/Nlet showed a weak attempt by trying to push Luke down but his tall
frame and build didn’t give her a chance. Luke did her a favor and
swam deeper into the ocean, submerging himself into the great depths.
He went back up to the shore gasping for air as the salt water burned his eyes.

The empty blue waves came into, the ocean seeming to go on for miles and miles. Where was the brown haired girl though?

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The Pure Numbers

Word Count: 1.1K

Trigger Warnings: SPOILERS, Major Character Death

Summary: Jyn struggles to accept her death on the beach with Cassian, not living the life she wanted.

“Do you want to know the chance that she’ll use that against you?”

Cassian shook his head.

As Cassian, held up by Jyn, fell to the edge of the beach, a silent gloom fell over them both. They watched, deathly silent, as the Death Star shot the Scarif base.

Cassian finally broke the silence, “Jyn, is this the end?” He asked, the first tower falling as they both watched.

“I… I don’t know Cassian,” Jyn said, as she tried to keep herself from crying and her voice from cracking. This was the end, and deep in their souls they could feel the truth.

“Jyn… your father would be proud of you,” Cassian said. Jyn could feel the salty tears falling from her eyes, though she tried to keep them in with all her might. She wiped one with her hand, looking downward. She reached for Cassian’s hand, and found it. He took her hand, running his thumb across the back of it.

“This isn’t how I wanted to die,” Jyn said, her voice cracking.

“Me neither. Things never go as we plan, do they?” Cassian responded. He mustered a sad chuckle.

“I don’t even get to die on my own terms,” Jyn sobbed, rubbing her face with a dirty sleeve. The overwhelming tide inched closer, looming in the distance.

“Who says?” Cassian turned to her, looking her in the eyes.


“Who says we can’t die on our own terms?” Cassian stumbled to his feet, gesturing wildly with his hands to them and the current coming toward them.

“Me. There’s no way I can accept this Cassian,” She shook her head, and Cassian sat back down.

“Cassian,” She started, “I wanted so much more than this. I wanted to be a wife, a mother, but now all I’m ever going to be is a criminal. That’s all my life has come to thus far,” The tears ran like sorrowful rivers down her pink cheeks.

“Jyn, you’re so much more than that,” Cassian reassured her, smiling a little.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” She asked him sarcastically.

“Jyn, you’re amazing. You’re strong and independent,” He looked away from her, “You’re practically stunning,” He turned back, looking Jyn straight in the eyes.


“Jyn Erso, I think I’m in love with you,” He said as he blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact.

“Captain Cassian Andor, I… I think I love you too,” Jyn said, laughing. He turned back up to her, noticing the tide growing ever closer, almost in slow motion.

“Jyn, I know how we can die on our own terms, but you’re not going to like it,”

“Just do it,” He said, back turned on Jyn. She held her blaster at point blank range to him. Her hands shook, fingers on the trigger.

“I can’t do it Cassian,” She said, pointing it downward.

“Jyn, please, I don’t want to get killed by that,” He pointed to the wave, so close to them now.

“Cassian, turn around, please,” Her voice was pleading with him. He turned to her.

“What Jyn?” He asked.

“I don’t want to die after you,” She thought she sounded needy to him, he nodded.

“Ready?” Jyn choked out, blaster positioned at Cassian’s temple. Their hope was that the shot would travel through the both of them.

“I’ll never be ready, but, go for it,” He sobbed. Their bodies were sadly intertwined, silent tears running down both their faces. She pressed the blaster into Cassian’s temple.

“I love you Cassian,” She sobbed.
“I love you too, Jyn Erso,” He said,  taking her hand in his once more, holding it tightly.

Jyn pulled the trigger.

Everyone said your life flashes before your eyes before you die. To Jyn, she relived everything, she was in control. Jyn walked through her childhood, knowing her death was so early. She watched the death of her mother, father, her caretaker again. Finally, she stood on the beach again, but something felt different. Cassian stumbled to the ground again.

“Cassian, did you ever want something more out of life than dying like this?” Jyn asked him.

“Well, I squashed those dreams early in life, being in the rebellion and all,” He scoffed lightly. Jyn couldn’t shake the feeling of something odd.

“Well ready to-” She was cut off by Cassian yelling. He stood and waved his arms, smiling and laughing. Jyn stood up, seeing what he was seeing. A ship. A ship? No, that couldn’t be right. She kept telling herself that as the ship landed, and they stepped inside, finding Bodhi and K2SO fine. Bodhi described a faulty grenade almost killing him, and K2SO told them that he had been picked up by Bodhi at the top of the tower where he found Krennic’s body, and promptly kicked it off the edge, before being found by Bodhi as he took off. Jyn was stunned, she was ready for her final days of living, yet there she found herself at the rebel base again.

After only a month spent helping build the rebel base on Hoth, she found herself and Cassian dating. They were out of combat for the time being, and were stationed on Hoth, where nothing happened. The first few months were rough, with the losses of both Baze and Chirrut, but Cassian looked happier than ever, and he even told her he was. They stayed together on Hoth. After the attack on Hoth, they moved back to the original base. As long as they had each other, they were home. They watched the sunset on Hoth once, the snow glittering gold and pink as the rare clear sky. Jyn and Cassian got married after the move from Hoth, Leia herself finding time to preside over the simple ceremony. Jyn and Cassian grew old together, still so happy. Jyn lay on her deathbed, tears streaming down her face, but unable to articulate why. She was able to die happy, without complaint. She had lived the life she wanted. She had grown old with the man she had come to love, and she died on her own terms.

A small thank you escaped her lips, still holding onto Cassian. Her eyes glazed over, staring at the horizon opposite from their imminent doom. The water sparkled the same glittering pinks and golds as her many happy days spent with Cassian, maybe if only a dream. She was satisfied with her life, both the one that ended too soon, and the one that was just right. As she died, she felt herself become one with the force, and she knew that nothing truly ended, but this was just a beginning.

“It’s very high,” K2SO retorted.

(A.N.- Well, there it is. It took me 3 tries to find a fic I was satisfied with tbh, and this is the best one I got. I hope I gave someone feels.)

I Got A Boy - Chapter 9



Though Percy pretended like nothing happened, Annabeth knew the night of the blackout had affected… something, and couldn’t decide if it was ultimately good or bad or somewhere in the middle.

It was good because when she had fallen on top of him, he hadn’t seemed to notice anything particular about her body, like the ace bandage wrapped around her chest or the curve of her hip. If his hands had been anywhere else but her shoulders…

Everything would be at risk if she did that again. Even though his arms were really great and his core was as rock hard as it looked, she couldn’t have him getting closer in every sense of the word.

She didn’t want to think about him finding out either, easily imagining the look of horror on his face that turned to anger, and him screaming in her face and kicking her out on the street - the thought made her taste bile in back of her throat.

But he just kept being his usual self, meaning if he knew any different, he wasn’t letting on. Percy acted like a thing hadn’t changed a bit - aside from the fact that he probably had the wimpiest roommate ever who was scared of lightning. He just smiled and joked as always.

It was quite brave, admitting he wasn’t great at school to someone he barely knew. But the fact that he did so, and didn’t even want to talk about, floored her. It was like he backpedaled at the last moment when he realized how he sounded like a stupid jock.

But she didn’t think of him like that. She sympathized with him more than anything.

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Anything other than perfection

River arrives back home on Darillium three seconds before he does, and she does her best to ignore the part of her which tells her that that makes three seconds lost forever. It’s the same part of her that starts her internal countdown every time she arrives here: nineteen years, seven months, three weeks, two days, ten hours, thirteen minutes and forty-seven seconds…



Forty-four is when the TARDIS door opens and he steps out, carrying a bottle of wine and immediately pulling her in for a kiss.

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask, the headcanon for BMP1 , What Prince is doing to MC's birthday?

Wilfred: Wilfred woke her up in the morning, “Good morning, princess. It’s your special day.”
He poked the corner of her eyelid as she refused to open her eyes.
“It’s still early, Wilfred.”
“It is. But we need to go or we won’t arrive there until late afternoon.”
She opened her eyes and asked excitedly, making Wilfred chuckled.
“We’re going somewhere but it’s a secret,” Wilfred said.

They went to a vacation house overlooking a private beach. They rode a horse on the beach, had a picnic by the beach and cooked dinner together at night. They cuddled on the living room, drinking Wilfred’s lemon ginger drink. He stroke her hair, “Did you have fun today?”
“Yes. Thank you! This is the best birthday, ever,” she smiled.
He kissed her. It started tender and innocent but it grew more passionate as the kiss deepened.

Glenn: Glenn planned to take MC to an amusement park but a princess from neighboring country came to visit.
“It’s okay. Work comes first. We can do something later.”
They went for sightseeing and MC tagged along as “one of the staff.” The princess seemed to have a crush on Glenn and she was flirting with him all day. Glenn always brushed it off. MC was upset but she only observed it from the back.
The tour sightseeing went longer than Glenn had expected and the sun already replaced by the moon. As he contemplated what to say to escape from this, the princess clung to his arm and asked if Glenn wanted to go to her hotel suite to try some wine that she brought from her country.
MC bit her lips as she tried to suppress her feelings.
Glenn pushed the princess’s hand away from him and took MC’s hand. He entwined his fingers with her, “I’m sorry. But today is my girlfriend’s birthday.”
He walked away with MC.

Glenn took MC to the amusement park.
“Glenn, it’s closed already. What are we doing here? What if we get caught?”
“It’s okay,” he pulled her hand and walked towards the center of the park where a big tower showed them the time.
12:00 AM
There’s a very loud noise and MC crouched down and closed her ears.
“Silly! What are you doing?” Glenn laughed and pointed at the sky. “Look up.”
The sky was filled with fireworks.

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the worst episodes of don’t tell the bride i have ever seen, in order:

  • the one where the wedding didn’t actually happen because the groom decided to get married in vegas and could only afford to take himself and the bride, and the bride sat down on the floor of the airport and cried her eyes out when she realised what he’d done. he mainly did this because he wanted to party in vegas and it had nothing whatsoever to do with her. they did eventually get married in a different location but absolutely fuck knows why. 
  • the one where the groom made the bride get married on muscle beach in LA ie the bodybuilding capital of the world in a giant grey concrete structure, and he was fine because his parents were rich as shit so they bought their own flights but he told his considerably poorer fiancee she could only bring her mum and her sister and not her stepdad who was supposed to walk her down the aisle or her other sister (who was 16 and in school and couldn’t take time off like that) or her best friend and she honestly thought it was a joke until she got to the airport and realised it was really happening and cried for most of the flight there
  • the one where the groom decided it would be ‘funny’ to put his bride in a banger race (essentially a demolition derby but with normal, written-off second hand cars that are not reinforced to protect the driver or passenger) and when one of the professionals told him ‘everyone gets whiplash’ and that his fiancee could break a rib he said ‘i think we can handle a few broken ribs’. (honestly this one should have left him immediately but they had a kid together, so.)
  • the one where the groom made his bride get married on mount snowdon and told her that she had to get ready for her wedding in a tent without access to running water, and called her a ‘bitch’ when she got her maid of honour to tell him that was unacceptable. 
  • the one where the groom planned the wedding in a cave without checking to see if any of the wedding party had claustrophobia, and the mother of the bride had debilitating medically-diagnosed claustrophobia and despite being her being the bride’s only living parent didn’t get to see the actual ceremony
  • the one where the bride was a wedding photographer and the groom was this faux-intellectual cunt who thought weddings were passé and got her the most boring dress ever and spent his entire time making the whole day as unexciting and ‘i don’t actually want to commit to you’ as possible
  • the multiple times grooms have gone on stag parties abroad and left their fiancees to pay for their own shit hen parties, and how few of the men seem to have ever listened to their girlfriends about anything they like to the point where they can’t pick a dress that’s even the right clothing size to save their lives 
  • this show is like a thesis on why women shouldn’t marry men tbh

Nation’s Sexiest Politician

A very random season 4 Olicity ficlet

Author’s Note: The adorable duck face photo gave me this idea… but it is really shitty and I’m not very proud of it. But hey, it is slightly entertaining (at least it was entertaining to me as I wrote it) and I got to go through gorgeous photos of Stephen Amell in the process so I won’t complain. Enjoy…

It started with one selfie.

A selfie that was meant to be funny, with her sporting a duck face and him attempting one as well. But then he changed his mind right before she snapped the photo, shifting from a failed duck face to a look of part stoicism and part confusion. “Oliver!”

“What?” he asked.

“You were supposed to duck face.”

“I don’t even understand that.”

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The Choice (Luke Hemmings Imagine)


“We never hang out anymore! Ever since you got with Anna you’ve been treating me like shit!” you yelled at your best friend, Luke.

“That’s not true!” Luke yelled and angrily stormed towards the door.

“I hate you and your stupid girlfriend!” you screamed and Luke slammed the door, leaving your apartment.

You flung yourself down on the couch and buried your head in a pillow, letting the tears stream down your face. Luke and you had been best friends since kindergarten and hardly ever fought, but ever since he began dating Anna, the two of you fought constantly. You understood that he needed to spend time with her but that didn’t mean that he had to completely blow you off. The two of you rarely hung out anymore and when you did, things weren’t the same.

You missed being able to cuddle with him while having lazy days and watching movies. You missed taking random day trips to the beach. You missed his crazy laugh and the way his eyes would light up when he was excited. You missed everything about him.


Luke’s POV

It’s been three days since my fight with Y/N and I was a mess. It was killing me not being able to talk to her. Anna kept calling me and texting me but I kept ignoring her. I was hoping that Y/N would call or text me but she never did. I knew what Y/N said was true, down to every last word. I hardly hung out with her anymore since I began dating Anna a few months ago. I had told Anna about Y/N before we even started dating and she said she was ok with it but once we began dating, things changed. She told me she didn’t want me hanging out with Y/N anymore. I never liked the idea but since I didn’t want to cause any fights with Anna, I went along with it. However, lately it had been bothering me more and more.

I missed Y/N and everything about her. I missed her smile and her goofy laugh. The way  she would talk really fast when she was excited. I missed our lazy days and how she would always insist on spooning, even if I didn’t want to.

I heard a faint knock on my bedroom door and looked over to see Anna walking in. She closed the door behind her and sat down on the edge of my bed next to me.

“Hey,” she said, somewhat quietly.

I gave her a faint smile and looked down at the floor. I knew what I had to do but I didn’t know where to start. Anna was a nice girl but she deserved someone who really loved her. I had intentionally gotten with Anna in hopes that it would distract me from my feelings for Y/N and for a bit it seemed to work. Until now. This stupid fight made me realize exactly who I wanted to be with.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, studying the gray carpet below our feet and I nodded my head.

“If you had to choose between me or her, who would you choose?”

I sucked in a breath and looked over at her. Without thinking about, I knew exactly who I would choose. I remained silent for a moment but that moment was everything that Anna needed. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, truly meaning it.

“It’s ok. I kinda figured it would always be her,” she replied. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up.

She walked over to the door and placed her hand on the knob. She turned around to look at me one last time and asked, “You love her, don’t you?”. I nodded my head and she gave me a faint smile before pulling the door open and leaving.



It had been three days since the fight and you hadn’t heard from Luke. You had heard from a mutual friend that wouldn’t leave his room and wouldn’t talk to anyone, including his girlfriend. Somehow this information made you a little more happy. You were ready to call it truce and walked over to his apartment. You knocked on the door and his roommate, Michael answered the door.

“Good luck, trying to talk to him!” Mike yelled as you walked back towards Luke’s room.

You stopped outside the closed door and listened. He was playing his guitar which you knew helped him calm down. Slowly you opened the door and saw that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. Mesmerized, you watched his shoulder’s move and took in his appearance. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with gray sweatpants and his blonde hair was laying flat against his head.

You crawled onto the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and put your chin on his shoulder. He set his guitar on the bed and placed his large hands on your smaller ones.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s ok. Everything you said was true,” he told you.

He turned his head to look at you, his stubble scratching your cheek and gave you a smile. You smiled back and let go of him and scooted over to lay down, placing your head on his pillows. He laid down next to you and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Anna and I broke up,” he said, quietly.

“What? Why?” you asked, taken by surprise.

“She asked me if I had to choose between her or you, who I would choose…”

“And…” you said, knowing what his answer was.

“I choose you,” he said, turning his head to look at you.

You rolled over to your side to face him. You gave him a smile as you reached over and took a hold of his hand, locking your fingers together.

“I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to be your boyfriend, not just your best friend. I-”

“I want to be with you too, Luke,” you said. “I have for a long time,” you added quietly, but knew he heard you since he glanced over at you.

You rolled over onto your back and felt the bed move and looked at Luke just as he rolled on top of you. He placed his hands on either side of your head to prop himself up and you stared into his blue eyes. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. His lips were soft and you could feel the coolness of his lip ring against your lips.

Right now everything was perfect.

Austrailian One Shot

    She stepped into the cab and smiled when the cabbie actually said, “g'day, matey, where you headed on this beautiful day?” She gave him the address to the restaurant she was supposed to meet her boyfriend and his cousin. “You American, yeah? Been here before?” He asked.  “Yes, and no, but so far it’s been beautiful.” “I’d tell ya to enjoy the weather while it lasts, but it’s always like this at this time a’ year. Ya picked the best time to visit”, he smiled at her in the rearview mirror. Katie had never felt more welcome than she did here. When Niall first asked her to visit she balked at the idea. She felt it was too far to fly, and she was a bit nervous to meet his family there. So far though, it has been nothing but fun and sun. The people are truly the most friendly she has ever met. The cab driver interrupted her musings,“ here ya go! Have a great day, food at this place is top notch.” She thanked him and paid the fare before she headed into the restaurant. Niall was waiting for her in the bar with his cousin and several friends she assumed he probably just met.  “Hey babe, did ya have fun sleepin’ in while I was up early busting me ass on the golf course with these boys?” She kissed him on the cheek and sat down on the barstool beside him. “I did. Sorry baby, but this jet lag is killing me. I’ve never been this far from home. I feel like I’ll never get used to it. I’m afraid I’m not going to be awake to have any fun before its time for me to turn around and go home.” He put his arm around her and replied quietly, “I promise you will have some fun before you leave. Don’t I always show ya a good time?” She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by fun, so she chuckled softly and murmured, “if by fun you mean what happened yesterday, then you and I have very different definitions of that word.”

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