don't worry i know he's on his stomach but i'm watching him breathe

“3 Weeks”

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AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.

“More…”

“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again. 

I Need Mountain Dew Red

For Prompt Master! (You know who you are!) Based on this prompt

You know how people often say they walk on egg shells around someone? Michael likes to put his own spin on the classic phrase.

It’s been a few weeks since the play and the fight with Jeremy’s SQUIP, and Michael’s still as tense as ever. Whenever he’s with Jeremy, he feels as if he’s navigating across a floor covered in legos or he’s hopping across furniture to avoid an area consumed by lava. Any slight misstep could yield dangerous results.

It’s not that Jeremy is acting weird, the exact opposite actually. The latter is as normal as he can be, albeit more confident thanks to a slew of new friends, but Michael cannot bear the idea of being ditched again. He spends each day watching Jeremy’s every move to see if there’s a slight swagger to his steps or a faint drop of pitch in his voice, anything that could indicate that the SQUIP still has control.

He’s sure that one day he will relax, but today is not that day. When he spots Jeremy buying a green mountain dew out of a vending machine at the mall, he panics.

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Lego Batjokes Prompt Fill: makeout scene

This ended up being more serious (and less in-character as far as the movie is concerned) than I necessarily intended it to be, but I mean, y’know. Happens.

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glitter-lisp  asked:

I don't know why but I'm just picturing how Shiro seducing the alien would have gone differently if Matt had been there. I mean, it probably would have gone about the same, except that Matt just. Needs a minute. He's gotta sit down. Lie down. Bury himself. Maybe cry a little. Maybe borrow some of Keith's music as he rethinks everything he thought he knew about himself and his ability to function as a human being when he can see Shiro's chest and abs and arms and FUCK.

Lance whooped, loudly enough that Matt nearly jumped out of his chair.

Covering the ear closest to him, Keith scowled.  “Ow.  You want to get any louder?”

“Is that a dare, Mullet?”

Hunk shoved an arm between them, rolling his eyes.  “Nope. We are not getting in a fight here.  That’s, like, a level of skeevy I don’t want to touch.  Play nice or go to separate corners, I don’t care which.”

Which was fair.  It was bad the best place to watch their target was a strip club.  That was strange, even if Matt didn’t find any of the dances on stage very biologically stimulating.  Nothing about that slug thing was terribly inspiring, no many scales fell off their back.

Space was weird.  But Matt already knew that.

Resting her chin on her palm, Katie eyed Lance.  “What’s got you so excited, anyway?”

Lance beamed again, forgetting the brewing fight, and gestured over.  “Shiro’s heading over.  Taking bets this time.  Think it’ll work again?”

Following Lance’s gesture, Matt spotted Shiro and froze.

First of all, skin.  Matt was not used to seeing Shiro’s skin.  At all.  But apparently for whatever it was he was planning, he’d taken off his undershirt and left his vest hanging open.

Second of all, Shiro had followed their target onto the dance floor, and was fitting in accordingly.

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INTOXICATED

Rated: M

Genre: Smut

Pairing: You/Jay Park

Word Count: 1.8K

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you give out advice to other beasts but I really need your help! I'm having difficulty with having sex with my boyfriend. The problem is that as soon as things start getting hot between us I can't stop myself from growing! I quickly get too big to 'fit' in him and my ass gets so huge that he can't penetrate me either! I won't lie, it feels amazing to just let go n' grow while he worships and humps my muscles or gut. But I'd like to give him some 'normal' sex too! Any advice?

“Hello, yes, I’m Doctor G. Beast (it’s pronounced Best of course.) And I’m your relationship counsellor here, and I understand you’ve been having some..performance issues hmm? Oh no, don’t worry, I didn’t for a second mean difficulty rising for the situation..or even rising too early. The problem is..too MUCH intimacy isn’t it? Too much too quick? I think..I think I know what the problem is. I’m going to need you two to close your eyes. Relax, and listen as I lead you through an exercise to help keep that flame from roaring up too fast..”
I lean back in my chair as you, recline on the couch and start to take deep breaths.

“You start off in the hallway, your little boyfriend instigating it..as he often does, pulling you close, into a deep kiss, stepping up on his tiptoes, and slowly standing on the tops of your feet as you inch taller already. He doesn’t even have to start undressing you, you just GROW out of your clothes, as is so normally the case.”

I’m describing this, watching your hands rubbing up and down your body, in a trance at this point, your chest heaving as your boyfriend watches, he can see the muscles tensing as my tone deepens, as I grow more serious.

“But you CALM yourself..a few deep breaths. Breathe in, and out, feel that growth energy, not stopping, not lessening at all, but charging..do you feel that? Good..Good. Keep that up. Focus on it. Your boyfriend climbing onto the bed, his little ass in the air, he’s ready, this is what he’s used to, having to get fucked as FAST as possible or there was just no way he could enjoy you, you grow so MUCH so QUICKLY! But this is different. Flip him onto his back, grab his cock with your hand. There you go, now CHANNEL that growth. that stored growth. Feel it in your hand as he writhes against your fingers. Feel the energy channeling up each digit as it swells and tightens in a grip around your boyfriend’s cock. Feel the growth rippling your forearm veins thickening, sleeve tearing there you go. That’s what you want. CHANNEL that growth.”
Your boyfriend watching now on the couch beside you, in shock, as your single arm starts to grow, fingertips first, as I walk you through this process, his smile lighting up as he starts to grope himself!

“Good. Good this is what it’s about. you LOVe him, you want to pleasure him so very much but yet you want to fuck him. SLOWLY too. and you can. OK, now you slide up against him, good job..that cock swelling, that growth energy rushing into you..god there’s so MUCH..I’ve never FELT such a fucking charge. But feel it build, don’t let it go all to your cock, no no. There you go, rise up, slide that monster into his tight ass, feel it pulse, that growth rush to your balls, you want to pump your little boy toy full of so much pre that he can’t even walk. yes, do you feel them growing? do you feel your balls weighing down now? pressing against your calves as you swell bigger still with each thrust into him? ok, increase the thickness, now add some more height, mass! muscle! you can grow that, give him something to look at as you slowly guide that monster cock deeper and DEEPER into his frame! REMEMBER your breathing!”

By this point your balls have all but burst through your pants, sitting there on my couch, hands squeezing the leather digging your nails into it as you shudder, and huff, trying so hard to focus on that breathing, your muscles tensing and swelling as you find it so HARD to hold back! You just want to be MASSIVE! to GROW! your boyfriend slowly stroking your member, feeding himself onto that beastcock and suddenly you’re getting fucked in real life, as I lead you through this hypnosis fuck session! Oh this is fantastic practice alright! He’s wincing, it’s already bordering on FAR too large! But that’s not a problem we can WORK with that!

“Good, good he’s loving it. I promise. the bed is creaking, but already you’ve been fucking him far longer than you’ve ever done! Now channel that growth again it’s getting too fast, look at his stomach BULGING from that monster. Add it to muscle, add it to density, you can grow the same muscle fibers THICKER, harder, HEAVIER so that you’re not growing as TALL, as TREMENDOUS, but still that mass is going somewhere! Go on, focus it! LET IT go for a second RUSH that surge of growth into your pecs, add a few hundred pounds, but don’t let them grow any bigger than your chin. OK? go on, give him something to feel! THERE you go! See them See how HEAVY they are! it almsot hurts your BACK to bend over with them doesn’t it? each pec weighs 400lbs, muscle as dense as MARBLE you fucking growing beastgod! PERFECT! You’re getting it, you’re NAILING it! he’s cum…twice now? and you’re not even CLOSE to too big for the little size queen!”

I chuckle watching him on his back on the floor of my office now, your cock straining as big as his forearm, as I see it start to harden, start to thicken, and I realize you’re focusing now, channeling that growth into your cock meat too..it’s so HARD now every THROB lifts your boyfriend up off the ground! your naked frame inching to the 9ft mark as your oversexed boytoy is whimpering, the most intense fuck of his life, onto his 4th orgasm and still you GROW, able now to focus and channel this energy in real life from the hypnotic journey I’m bringing you through! I can hear the steel reinforced floor start to creak and groan. It’s incredible as i’ve had guys reach the 20ft mark and not heard a peep but you..you’re packing on so much size..so much DENSE MUSCLE onto your now 10ft body it might just fall right through!

“OK now..you’re gonna have to cum! This is the hardest part! You’ve grown your body so fucking STRONG so BIG you need now to focus on cumming but letting your partner OFF..i’m not sure if he could take it..” I laugh watching your big thick hands grab him and pull him off your cock, letting him grind his aching little prick against your solid steel pecs, as your monstrous cock starts to rumble…

“Good! now go on! Cum!” I say, letting your hypnotic climax match JUSt as you erupt in real life, but..god it..it’s INCREDIBLE i watch that beast cock SURGE upwards, tearing through the roof! Growing bigger and THICKER as your boyfriend is pinned against your chest, and I have to step to the opposite wall! bigger and BIGGER it grows as it starts to rocket cum MILES into the sky! I see your hips thrusting as you ROAR, the BEAST finally out! Punching the floor and wall as you keep growing, just..just OUT of control. Your boyfriend laughing as I just shake my head. You stop cumming, and come to, staring up at a pillar of beastcock, your naked muscle frame trembling from the orgasm as you realize that cock has to have stretched…100ft into the air?

This…this was a GOOD first try. But we’re gonna need to see you next week ok? Same time alright for you?

anonymous asked:

OH, IF YOU DON'T MIND, could you possibly do a part 2 of the Host & his girlfriend with a baby, except it's about a year after, and they've got a baby of their own...? I'm just so weak for the Host. And for fluff. And for babies. (I've got a nephew, too. He's a little over 3 months now and I love him to pieces, so I feel you) ❤❤

(I have to force myself to cut these off because I love writing them so much and I’d legit just write for hours if I didn’t)

-for months after the fiasco with the lost baby, you and The Host were in a bit of a honeymoon phase
-he’d expressed how much he wanted to try to have a baby with you after the incident
-the two of you tried for a few months, and it seemed like it wouldn’t ever happen
-he always blamed himself, saying that it was his fault that he couldn’t get you pregnant, that it was his fault because of his gift or his accident
-he worried himself to the point that he called the only doctor he trusted to make a house visit to do a check up on him
-the doctor told him that he had nothing to worry about and that he was absolutely healthy and also that he needed to stop stressing about it because that didn’t help either
-so, with a lifted conscience, he relayed the information to you and you both agreed to just let things happen as they were meant to
-about a month later, you woke up to the most strange, uncomfortable feeling
-you soon realized that you were going to throw up and you leaped out of bed to run to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and retching up the contents of your stomach
-you felt his hands on your back a moment later
-“baby are you alright?” his sleepy voice was concerned
-you couldn’t answer at the moment, but he sat next to you and held your hair away from your face and stroked your back comfortingly
-“haven’t puked since I was a kid” you muttered, feeling lightheaded and woozy
-he reached around you and flushed the toilet and then pulled you into his chest
-“do you think…?” He asked slowly
-you could feel his heart racing
-“let me…mmmh…let me brush my teeth and settle stomach and I’ll run out to get some pregnancy tests”
-he was so sweet and attentive to you, leading you back to the bed after you rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth
-he made you some plain toast and brought you some water
-a few hours later you left and he gave you a soft lingering kiss
-you came back with a few different tests and he waited with you silently while you took them
-you watched as his lips moved silently and he was barely whispering, you couldn’t make it out, although it was very comforting
-ten minutes later you took a deep shuddering breath, and looked at them
-and then you let out a shocked laugh
-“baby, it’s…they’re…” happy tears streamed down your face as you threw your arms around his neck “they’re positive” you whispered
-he shouted out a laugh and picked you up
-you wrapped your legs around his waist and he kissed you passionately before taking you back into the bedroom
-he laid you onto the bed and pulled your shirt over your belly, fingers tracing your skin
-“we’re going to be parents…I’m-im gonna be a dad”
-he was so sweet throughout your pregnancy
-he had ordered several books in Braille about parenting and you sometimes woke up in the middle of the night to find him with one hand absently rubbing your back as the other one trailed over the pages
-he talked to your stomach once you started showing
-you had a doctors appointment every month, and you were prepared to go by yourself because you didn’t expect him to leave the cabin, but when he donned a pair of blinding glasses on the day of your first appointment, you could have sobbed with emotions running wild
-he went to every single one with you, gripping your hand tightly
-he was terrified to be out of his environment but knowing that he was with you calmed him
-you didn’t find out the gender because neither of you had a preference
-when you actually had the baby, you opted for a home birth, and his doctor came to help you deliver
-it was a long, agonizing process and took what seemed like an eternity
-when you heard the tiny wails of a baby, it was all worth it.
-you had a beautiful baby girl and you were so in love with her as soon as she was put into your arms
-he was so happy, and did everything he could to help you
-your heart swelled every time he said how much he loved “his girls”
-he took such good care of her
-he was basically the perfect father, absolutely doting on her and spending as much time as possible with her
-his fingers always traced over her face, as if he wanted to memorize it
-he would touch his own face after that and then yours
-“she’s got your nose, but my lips.” He said in awe
-he set aside money for her out of every payment he got from hosting late night shows on the radio
-he wanted her to have everything in the world
-he was so sweet, telling her new stories every night before you put her to sleep
-he got very good at changing her clothes and changing her diapers because he refused to not know how to do it just because he couldn’t see
-he loved being able to mash up foods for her when she was finally able to eat solids
-bath time was his favorite bonding time with her
-and when she turned a year old, you found him sitting on your bed, tears streaming down his face
-“I love her so much, I can’t imagine our lives without her now” he had told you
-“I know…i um. I’d like to maybe talk about…having another? She’d love having a brother or sister..”

My contribution to the YOI fandom. For the anons who wanted sick Yuri K.

Yuri feels at home on the ice—it’s was the one thing he is absolutely sure of. With the Grand Prix right around the corner, every second of practice is crucial.

One more time. He needs to run through the routine again. There are still a lot of things that need work. He hears Victor’s frustrated sigh from across the arena, hears the music as it is started from the top.

Yuri begins to skate. His moves are wrong, his jumps too sloppy. He falls behind the music and catching up is an impossibility. Victor is waving frantically at him from across the rink, but if Yuri doesn’t nail this now, he’ll never be ready for the Grand Prix.

He doesn’t feel good, and not just about his performance. His body is on fire, his limbs heavy and achy. His head is filled with such a dense fog that it’s a wonder he ever managed to make it out on the ice in the first place.

He does a triple axel, and this time his stomach leaps up with him. He hadn’t eaten that morning, his appetite completely gone in the wake of illness, but it takes everything he has to swallow back a rush of bitter tasting saliva. The nausea catches him off guard—he wipes out on the ice, skidding to a stop on his back.

He doesn’t get up. He can’t.

Victor is running to him, his worries inquisitions turning into frantic yelling.

Yuri can only watch as Victor runs to him, slipping in his shoes and coming to a stop at the edge of the rink. Yuri’s stomach still feels wrong, unpleasant.

He’s going to throw up. He can feel it steadily rising up his esophagus, his mouth flooding with acidic saliva.

Victor asks him if he’s okay and helps him sit up to lean against the wall. Yuri wants to answer him, but opening his mouth would be a terrible idea. He wonders vaguely if he has the flu—it would explain why he suddenly feels so miserable.

“Yuri, talk to me—”

A deep, rumbling belch pierces the air. It takes only another few seconds of nauseous swaying before Yuri turns to the side, away from Victor, a thin stream of watery vomit spurting from between his lips.

Victor begins to panic, and nothing Yuri can do can possibly fix that, especially when he continues to gag wetly over the ice, water and bile leaving his body in a flourish.

His stomach empties quickly, strings of spittle and sick clinging to the edge of his lips as he tries to level out his breathing. He feels marginally better, though his vomit-tinged shirt has seen better days.

Victor’s all over him now, bombarding him with questions, and Yuri can only nod; yes, he knew he was sick, he wants to go home, he promises to confide in Victor next time.

It’s moments like this—not necessarily when he’s sick, but when he has a caring boyfriend that is willing to do anything for him—that Yuri knows he wouldn’t change his life for anything.

anonymous asked:

omg do the ziam fic

Single dad Liam takes his new neighbor, Zayn, into his house for a couple of weeks while Zayn’s house is being renovated. The two aren’t even dating, but with little sleepless James to deal with, they might as well be raising him together.

Based on this prompt: (x) (also found on ao3 under the same username)

Pausing for a moment, his fist only inches from the stained mahogany, Zayn bit the edge of his lower lip as he once again felt the need to ponder his decision to knock on this door. Maybe it was the perfectly trimmed hedges that did it for him, maybe the slight smell of a Crockpot dinner wafting underneath the crack in the front door. Maybe it was the fact that he could just barely make out music coming from inside. But this house felt right.

Breathing out, he finally allowed himself to bridge the gap between his hand and the wood. Having already practiced what he was going to say at least fifty times, he shouldn’t have been nervous. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his heart racing, though, as the sound of footprints–accompanied by the sound of singing–came closer and closer. The door swung open, Zayn only able to catch the belting of “–Y wonderwall” before the singer, a shirtless, blonde man, abruptly closed his wide-open mouth. Zayn’s eyes immediately scrolled down, noting his abs but catching on his happy trail.

“Sorry,” the man stammered, his face flushing. “I’m expecting a friend to drop by, and so, I just assumed, you know…” A gulp caught in his throat as he looked down his own body, realizing his attire was also potentially not appropriate for a fellow he’d never met before. “Anyway…” he finished, rubbing his hands along his thighs. A smile grew on his lips, crinkles forming by his eyes as he did so. The sight infectiously forced Zayn to smile back, his initial worry replaced by a feeling of curiosity. “I’m Liam.” He stuck out his hand, very proper like. Zayn smirked, but took his hand anyway. “You must be the new neighbor, right?”

Zayn nodded, gulping as he tried to find the right words when all he could seem to focus on was the wall of abs in front of him. “Yeah, I’m Zayn.” Taking a breath in, he forced himself to bring his eyes up to Liam’s face as he clarified, “But that’s actually kinda why I’m here, mate. My house is gonna get renovated for a couple of weeks cause it’s really not livable right now. Mold and stuff, you know.” With a flick of his wrist, he continued on. “And I’m an artist, and don’t really have a lot of money…” He scratched his head, not able to keep his eyes on Liam’s. The thought of having to ask such a favor hurt Zayn immensely. “But I was wondering if you maybe had an extra bedroom I could rent just for a bit?”

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Lafayette x Reader: Under A Golden Moon

Words: 1662

Warnings: Violence, it’s a tad angsty, fluff

Request: # 232 (No one will ever hurt you again.) with Lafayette please!

A/N: Woah first request! I absolutely love this prompt and Lafayette so this was the perfect first piece. I really hope you like it! Keep the requests coming xx


There you were, walking home under a golden moon and flickering stars.  Heeled boots clacking against the cobbled street and your own breath were the only thing between you and silence.  Winter’s cool breath was sliding around your neck and shoulders.  You cursed yourself for leaving your shawl on the park bench that you had met with Lafayette on only a few moments ago. 

The thought of him created a warmth within you that made you feel as if your insides were melting.  His smile, his soft whispers in French, a language that you had only the most basic knowledge of.  That didn’t matter to you, all that mattered was spending time with him before he continued on his way with General Washington to Boston.  You feared that you would lose him, for if that happened you were certain you would go madder than the King himself!  You were in quite a predicament really, you had found yourself quite in love with the Frenchman.  It was like being thrown headfirst into the deep end of a lake, and you couldn’t swim.  You relished the feeling, despite the fact that your reliance on him had grown at alarming rate.

You had known him for only two weeks, he had been courting you for just one, having asked for your father’s permission of course.  You wrote him daily, and intended to do so until the war was won.  He was leaving your town tomorrow morning and he had sent a letter stressing how urgently he needed to see you.  Of course you had raced to the park he had specified in his letter.  Your stomach had filled with butterflies and your head had swum with possibilities of what he could possibly need so desperately to say.  You had arrived only to find him relaxing on one of the many benches scattered around the gardens.  He had laughed when he saw the redness on your cheeks and heard the heaviness of your breath.  He had tucked a strand of your hair that had come loose behind your ear.  The gentleness of his touch had sent shivers racing down your spine.  You talked for hours, not stopping until the sun began to set and the temperature began to drop.  His voice was music to your soul and when you laughed together, you created a symphony.  At some point you must have become so caught up in him that your shawl had slipped from your shoulders.  You didn’t mind, you had more at home.  Everything was perfect… Except you might never see him again.

Your heart sank at that.  Your beautifully pure memories tarnished with a single thought.  Like a reflection in a creek that was once clean and is now full of mud.  You looked up to find that you no longer knew where you were.  You must have been so distracted by your reminiscing that you had stumbled onto a backstreet.  In a panic you realised that nothing can be done except to continue walking until you find a street you recognise.  The street you were on was lit by only the moon, there were no streetlights.  You could smell alcohol, a smell you were familiar with only because your father would sometimes get drunk with a friend or two as they cursed the King.  There was another scent too, one you were having trouble identifying.

Then you heard it.  Another pair of footsteps.  They were slow and seemed to skid across the cool stones on the ground.  Your heart rate doubled.  You quickened your pace, so did whoever was behind you.  You glanced over your bare shoulder, it was a man.  He smiled, his few teeth were yellowed and crooked, his cracked lips curling up into an almost snarl-like expression.  His nose was long and bent in two places.  The hairs that grew beneath it could hardly pass for a moustache.  Your eyes widened as he closed one of his dry eyes to wink at you.  You turned your head and began to walk as fast as you could without breaking into a run.  You could see a street ahead of you that would take you back to the town centre.  You let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief.  You were not going to let him know that you were afraid.  After all, he was probably on his way home just as you were.  You turned onto the street you knew would lead you to safety.  You counted three seconds until the shuffling footsteps followed.  Your stomach dropped.  You tried to tell yourself you were being irrational, but you could not help but feel unsafe.  You were a woman, out alone after dark, that was a rare sight.  You were beginning to wish you had allowed Lafayette to accompany you home.  But no, you were determined to be independent.

You could hear the man’s quick breathing now.  You could feel it on the back of your neck, its sticky warmth contrasting with the cool air.  You could smell it; alcohol and vomit.  That was the other odour you didn’t recognise earlier.  You were about to break into a run until a sweaty, yellow-nailed hand latched it’s meaty fingers onto your wrist.  The hand - or claw rather, as that’s what it reminded you so strongly of - spun you violently around to face its owner.  Your body shook with fear as a high pitched voice rang out through the night.

‘Shh shh sweet one.  It will all be alright.  Just keep quiet and I’ll let you go when I’m done.’ He began dragging you toward an alley.  You screamed as loudly as you could, though his hand clamped over your mouth as soon as the sound left your lips.  Tears slipped from your eyes now, his grip on you growing unbearable.  You could feel yourself bruising and you tried to focus on that rather than the sour taste and putrid smell of his hand over your face.  You were desperately trying not slip into despair over the thought that you might die tonight.  You had to keep fighting.

You bit his hand hoping that he would let go.  The thick, metallic liquid of his scarlet blood flowed into your mouth.  His ripped his hand from your mouth, nails scraping down the skin of your neck.  His other hand flying from your wrist to slap you across the cheek.  Your head turned to the side with the sheer force of it.  You could tell that a bruise was already beginning to bloom there and that your left eye was starting to swell.  Before he could grab you again, you spit his own blood in his eye and bolted.  Your heart was hammering in your test and your lungs were burning as they inhaled the cold city air.  You could hear the man stumbling after you but you didn’t look back.  You couldn’t afford to.  You kept running, your head down, watching where you stepped.  You only stopped when you bumped into a wall. It was a wall with rounded corners, it was in the middle of the main road of your town and it was wearing the sapphire uniform of a Continental General.  You still wouldn’t look up.  The officer turned around and gasped, you kept your eyes trained on the ground.  You just wanted to get home, whoever this soldier was was just going to keep you out in the night for longer.  You tried to step around the man who gasped.  You wondered what he was so upset about.  ‘I apologise for-’ you began, looking up begrudgingly.

‘Mon amour,’ Lafayette whispered, fighting to keep his voice steady.  ‘Qui vous a fait ça? (Who did this to you?)’ His voice was laced with concern.  You didn’t know what he had said so you just stared into his kind brown eyes which were scanning your face.  You were suddenly extremely self conscious, you didn’t want him to see you in this state.  He took a deep breath as he gently held your blackened wrist.  ‘Y/N…’ he whispered. ‘What happened?’

You broke down at that.  You pressed your face into his shoulder and cried.  Hiccuped sobs shaking your whole body.  His arms enveloped you as he let you cry.  ‘I’m sorry,’ you said through your tears.  ‘A man tried to grab me,’ Lafayette growled at that.

‘Where? Mon dieu if I find him I will roué de coups! (beat him up)’

‘Down that street there.’ You pointed behind you. ‘Wait, what are you doing here?’ you inquired.

‘You left your shawl at the park, I went to your house to return it to you but your father said you weren’t there.  We’re out here looking for you.’  He paused to gather his thoughts.  ‘I was so afraid, mon amour, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.  It’s tearing me apart knowing that someone put their hands on you in such a manner.  I will make sure that no one will ever hurt you again.’  His voice and his words were all the comfort you needed, and his arms felt like home.  You smiled, though you could still feel the tears slide down your cheeks. ‘Careful you don’t make promises you can’t keep,’ you teased him.  He grinned and leaned in towards you, you found yourself unable to organise your own thoughts as his lips met yours.  He kissed you softly and slowly all of your worries slipped your mind.  He pulled back, chuckling.  ‘It would appear that the French have less qualms about public displays of affection than us Americans,’ you giggled.  He beamed and kissed you again, under a golden moon and flickering stars.


- T. Jeffz

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a tipsy karen @ frank: "your hands are so much larger than mine"

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Just a Little Touch

The wine was sweet, almost cloying. Dessert wine. Karen drank it fast to avoid the lingering taste on the tip of her tongue. It was meant to go with the absurd excuse for a wedding cake sitting in the middle of the reception, to complement the high density buttercream icing slipping off the pedestrian piece of vanilla cake on her plate. God, she hated weddings.

When Ellison had suggested she broaden her journalistic horizons she’d nodded eagerly, not knowing that meant he would push her on over into covering the “society” section of the little newspaper. She felt the underpaid little sister of TMZ writers, covering all of these social events. Galas, charity balls, and even an NYPD luncheon to raise money for widows of police officers had come across her desk. It all seemed like a lesson in humility. She wasn’t experienced, after all, and some of the other writers at the Bulletin had been ruffled by the attention Ellison gave her. She was happy to prove herself, sharpening her skills on these boring events.

But weddings… there was just something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, some feeling of disgust, derision… perhaps even jealousy (but only when everyone looked starry-eyed with happiness). She’d fought Ellison on this one, insisting that she didn’t actually need to be at the event to write about the heiress’s expensive dress, or the groom’s obvious jitters. She could have called a guest or two and just typed something up. It was a total cop-out of course, and Ellison had seen right through it.

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5SOS Preference #15: Restless Nights (His POV)
  • Calum Hood: "He's still fighting?" I ask my wife as I lean against the nurseries door post. (Y/N) nods her head as she rocks back and forth on the rocking chair with Ryder on her chest. She rubs our six month olds back soothingly as he moans sleepily into her neck, trying his best not to fall asleep. We both been trying to put him to sleep for about two hours now. After he would fall asleep, us two would have our time alone but guess not. I sigh and walk towards them. "Want me to call mom?" I whisper as I take a seat on the foot rest of the rocking chair. "I don't know." (Y/N) says, her voice cracking. "He's not running a temp. I don't know what's going on." She places a kiss on Ryder's cheek and I notice that this is stressing her out. "We'll figure it out baby." I say after I place a hand on her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. (Y/N) looks at me with teary eyes. "Let me take him." I reach my hands out and she places him in my arms. "You're a fighter, little man." I say with a chuckle after getting him situated in my arms. Ryder looks up at me with sleepy and teary eyes. "Go to sleep, Ry. You're not gonna miss out on anything. Just close your eyes." I begin to rock him slowly, his eyes start to blink heavily but he still doesn't budge. "Sing, Cal." (Y/N) whispers and I can't believe I didn't think of that earlier. I nod my head and then begin to sing quietly a slower version of "Amnesia", earning an eye roll from my wife. She's probably over the song by now. Ryder watches me with heavy eyes and a miracle happens. His eyes close fully. I look up at (Y/N) as I continue to sing and she sighs in relief. She signals me to keep going and I do. I stare at our little, handsome prince as he snores quietly. After awhile, I stop, just waiting for him to wake up. But he doesn't. I get up slowly and walk towards his crib while (Y/N) follows. We each give him a gentle kiss on the forehead before I lay him down. "Thank you, Lord." (Y/N) praises after she covers Ryder up with a blanket. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist. "I believe it's our time to relax now, Mrs. Hood." I whisper before pressing my lips against hers.
  • Ashton Irwin: "Mommy!" I hear Austin scream for (Y/N) for the fifteenth time tonight. My bride sighs a little before getting out of bed again to go see our two year old. "There are monsters again!" Austin cries, clearly frightened. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes. It's gonna be a long night. "Baby there's no such thing. You're okay. Everything's alright." I hear (Y/N) say, trying to soothe him. I look over to the clock next to me. 12:13 a.m. He's been going at this for an hour after he woke up from a nightmare. I breathe in before getting out of bed to go see them. "Shhh baby. Daddy's trying to sleep. He's got a big day tomorrow." I hear (Y/N)'s muffled voice through Austin's bedroom door. My heart drops when I hear his crying as well. "What's going on?" I ask as I open his door. They both sit on his bed, covered in a big blanket. (Y/N) leans her aching back against the wall, her growing stomach hides under the blanket, as Austin leans into her, crying into her side with her arm around him. "Daddy!" He cries once he sees me. I smile a little at my exhausted, little bug. I walk towards the bed and crawl onto it, joining them. "Daddy there's monsters." Austin says as (Y/N) rubs his arm. "Really?" I gasp and he nods. My wife shakes her head at me. She obviously doesn't want me to pretend that they are real. "Where?" Then Austin points under his bed. I nod my head before getting on all fours to check under his bed. "I don't see anything bud." I say. "Are you sure?" My son asks with concern eyes and I nod. "There's nothing. Don't you worry. You got me and your mommy. We'll protect you. And soon, you'll have to protect your baby sister or brother too." I say with a smile. Austin smiles widely and looks up at (Y/N) and she smiles down at him as well. "I can't wait." He says with a yawn. (Y/N) kisses his curly head. "I'm glad, kiddo." She whispers against his head. "Get some rest champ." I say as I get up. "You're going to see-" I stop once I turn around to see Austin sound asleep against his pillow. (Y/N) gets out of the bed slowly. "Well done baby." She whispers, giving me a kiss after closing Austin's door.
  • Michael Clifford: "Relax, baby girl. Just close your eyes. Daddy's got you. Shh." I coo as I rub my almost two year olds back. I rock back and forth slowly on the rocking chair while Aubrey holds my neck for dear life as she cries. "Mama! M-Mama!" She sobs into my neck. "She'll be back, Aubs. Mama will be here very soon. Just go to sleep, baby, I got you." I whisper. (Y/N)'s out for the night with the girls. She was hesitant to leave me with the kids but I insisted she should go, saying that the four of us would be just fine. She deserves it. She's been busy with work and taking care of her three boys and little girl. She deserves to be out for awhile. "I want mama now!" Aubrey screams, making me jolt a little. "Aubrey, what did I tell you about screaming?" I warn, thinking about her brothers sleeping peacefully in their room next to hers. She cries more, her tears soaking into my t-shirt. I pat her back gently while humming a nursery rhyme. Aubrey cries "mama" over and over again shakily and I feel like I've been sucking at being a parent. "Hey, hey, hey." I hear my wife whisper loudly. I relax and sigh in relief when I see her at the door. My hero. "Mama!" Aubrey squeaks out while getting off of me and running to (Y/N). She crouches down and opens her arms for Aubrey. "You should be sleeping little one." She says while kissing Aubrey's cheek after they embrace each other. "Why'd you go m-mama?" She sobs into (Y/N)'s neck. "Shhhh Aubs, you'll wake Zach and Nick." (Y/N) whispers while picking our little princess up. She walks over, giving me a smile and then mouthing a "hi" to me. I give her a small smile before getting up so she can sit down. She sits down and begins to rock back and forth. "Shhh baby. I'm here. A princess like you deserves her beauty rest." (Y/N) whispers to Aubrey. "L-like Princess Aurora?" Aubrey asks, referring to the princess from Sleeping Beauty. (Y/N) smiles. "Like Princess Aurora." She whispers. Once Aubrey quiets down, I walk out of the room to see the boys, making sure to close the door behind me so Aubrey can fall asleep without the light from the hall bugging her. After awhile, I watch (Y/N) walk down the stairs. I get up from the couch before she pecks my lips. "I'm a terrible dad, aren't I?" I mumble against her lips. "You mean awesome, right?" She asks with a smirk before I kiss her.
  • Luke Hemmings: "Luke, leave her be. She has to learn." I hear my wife mumble sleepily as I get out of our bed. "You know I can't do that." I whisper back gently while walking towards the door. Once I heard my little Ella's muffled cries coming from the baby monitor, I had to fight the urge not to get up and help her right then and there. After a good thirty minutes of her crying, I couldn't take it anymore. I walk down hallway to head towards Ella's nursery. "Daddy's right here, pumpkin." I say as I walk through her door. I frown a little at my almost one year old through the cribs rails. She sits on her bum with wet tears running down her red face. "D-daddy." Ella cries in relief before standing up and reaching for me. "What's wrong, huh?" I ask sadly while picking her up. I kiss forehead before she wraps her little arms around my neck. She tries to find her breath. "Breathe sweetheart. You're okay." I start to run my hand up and down her back slowly, trying to calm her down. I check to feel if she needs a diaper change but find out that she doesn't. She rests her head on my shoulder and cries more. "Someone's a little sleepy bug I see." I state with a smile before sitting down on the rocking chair. "No." Ella mumbles her new favorite word into my neck. I chuckle and begin to rock gently. She holds on tight to me, never letting go of me. "Daddy's not going anywhere, Ella. I'm right here." I coo. After a few minutes of doing rocking back and forth and rubbing her back, she quiets down and then cries again, trying to stay awake. "Don't fight it El." I whisper quietly. And then, just as I command, she quits fighting. Small snores escape her mouth. I keep rocking in case she wakes up again but she doesn't. I get up gently and walk over to her crib. I lay Ella down slowly as possible, very careful not to wake her up. "Sweet dreams pumpkin." I whisper after placing the blanket on her. I tense when I see her squirm a little but then she relaxes. I sigh and smile down at her. I turn towards the door and jump a little when (Y/N) leaning against the door post. She gives me a small smile as she reaches her hand out for me. "Come back to bed, Mr. Hemmings." She whispers as I place my hand on hers, then she pulls me back towards our room. I close Ella's door gently behind me, completely hypnotized by my wife's actions.
Heavenly Commentary: Order of the Phoenix
  • James: The fact that they don’t think Harry is normal gives me strength.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s not well.
  • James: He’s traumatised. After what happened in the graveyard; he’s still coming to terms.
  • Cedric: You and me both Harry.
  • ***
  • James: Stay calm Harry.
  • Lily: Let it go.
  • ***
  • James: What is...? Dementors!? Really?
  • Lily: Eurgh! It was to be expected.
  • Cedric: You guys don’t seem very worried.
  • James: After everything Harry’s been through, a couple Dementors won’t be a problem. Plus he has his wand with him.
  • Lily: The real problem is, that these Dementors wouldn’t be here unless ordered. So who gave the order?
  • Cedric: Obviously Voldemort.
  • Lily: Maybe.
  • Cedric: I can’t imagine what it’s like. Watching someone you love in such terrible danger. And not being able to do a thing about it.
  • James: Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.
  • ***
  • Lily: That was pretty close though.
  • James: Yeah but he’s good. A nice fight does wonders. Plus Figg is here now.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why doesn’t Dumbledore want Harry doing magic?
  • Lily: I’m not sure. James, go find out.
  • Cedric: Actually I’ll go. See my parents as well.
  • ***
  • James: Expelled?! For defending himself?
  • Lily: No. Dumbledore will- yup there he is.
  • ***
  • Lily: She must have heard Sev telling me.
  • James: Why did Harry think we’d talk about Dementors? I have better charm than that.
  • Lily: Barely.
  • ***
  • James: WHAT?!? He’s kicking Harry out?!
  • Lily: Petunia if you let this happen, I swear I will never forgive you.
  • James: That’s Dumbledores voice.
  • ***
  • Lily: The gangs all here.
  • James: Just after the nick of time.
  • ***
  • James: I wonder who the secret keeper of this place is?
  • Lily: After what happened to us, do you think he’d choose anyone but himself?
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s so angry.
  • James: He has the right to be.
  • ***
  • James: Dumbledore is keeping Harry in the dark.
  • Lily: Because he’s now public enemy number one. I wonder what Cedric will learn.
  • James: That losing a child, destroys a parent.
  • ***
  • Lily: THAT’S his mother?!
  • James: That’s the reason he left home.
  • ***
  • James: That was...
  • Lily: Intense. Molly can be cruel. Bringing up Azkaban like that?
  • ***
  • James: Fucking Cornelius Fudge.
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Ministry is trying to convince everyone that Voldemort isn’t back, that Harry's a liar and Dumbledore is crazy.
  • Lily: Yeah that is what we heard. How are your parents?
  • Cedric: As you'd expect. How is everyone?
  • James: They’re getting by. Welcome to the Order.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s shaking.
  • James: I’M shaking.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why would they change the time?
  • Lily: To force him to be late. Bastards!
  • ***
  • James: He didn’t want Dumbledore here.
  • Lily: Of course not. Fudge knows he can’t win against him.
  • ***
  • Lily: If I could I’d punch that bastard.
  • James: I know you would but he's in the clear now.
  • Lily: It’s not over. It's only getting started.
  • Cedric: What do you mean?
  • ***
  • James: I forgot about that picture. Great timing Mad-Eye.
  • Lily: Me too. Is that Molly crying?
  • Cedric: She’s seeing them all dead.
  • James: And Harry thinks he's next
  • ***
  • James: Of course she walks in when he's covered in Stinksap.
  • Lily: He's been covered in worse. He’ll be fine.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is Harry seeing?
  • Lily: Thestrals. They pull the carriages.
  • James: But you can only see them if you've seen death.
  • Cedric: ...Oh
  • ***
  • James: When a hat is telling you something is wrong then you really should listen.
  • ***
  • Lily: Hermione is right. Looks like the fight has come to Hogwarts.
  • Cedric: Because none of us were expecting that, were we?
  • ***
  • Cedric: Let's see how many friends he really has.
  • ***
  • James: Don't you dare talk about Moony you fucking cow!
  • Lily: Calm down. Breathe.
  • James: I'm dead. I don't breathe.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Have a what?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: She’s torturing my boy. SHE’S TORTURING MY SON!! WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING?!?
  • James: Because. That bitch is trying to break him. And she has no idea who she is fucking with. But she will.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Umbridge and Voldemort? Is that possible?
  • Lily: No. She's a different type of evil.
  • ***
  • James: She lied to Filch for him. I approve of Cho.
  • Lily: Naturally.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor Ron.
  • James: Family turning against family. Just like last time.
  • Cedric: Was it that bad?
  • James: It was hell.
  • ***
  • Cedric: She made it illegal for Professor Lupin to get another job?
  • Lily: Do me a favour Harry, destroy her.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry got the D.
  • James: Severus GAVE Harry the D. Why are you laughing?
  • Cedric: Because Snape gave Harry the D. Do you think Harry wanted the D?
  • James: ...
  • Lily: I don't get it.
  • ***
  • Lily: His hand. It'll never heal.
  • James: He will not let this hag beat him.
  • Lily: She's torturing him James!
  • James: And my son won't break.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Do you think he'll do it? Teach them?
  • Lily: He will. As much as he’ll protest, he won't be able to stomach the idea of doing nothing.
  • ***
  • Lily: I don't know how I feel about Harry being better than a final year Durmstrang.
  • James: The word you're looking for is “proud”.
  • ***
  • James: The Hogs Head! I've missed this place.
  • Cedric: You used to come here?
  • Lily: Him and Sirius lived here.
  • James: Not true. We rarely used Aberforth. Firewhiskey was for special occasions.
  • Lily: Like Friday nights.
  • James: Saturday nights too. We were not picky.
  • ***
  • James: That went well.
  • Cedric: Yeah. I'd sign up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: No Quidditch...
  • James: No team...
  • Lily: Oh God. Now there's two of them.
  • ***
  • James: Now that Padfoot approves she is getting nervous?
  • Lily: She really is the smartest of them all.
  • ***
  • Cedric: He's connected to Voldemorts mind. That is not a good thing.
  • Lily: No. It really isn't.
  • ***
  • James: Our boy's a teacher.
  • Lily: A good one too.
  • ***
  • Lily: Don't react Harry. Don't react.
  • James: Ah shit.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Banned...
  • James: For life...
  • Lily: Calm down you two. She'll be gone by years end.
  • James: That doesn't help us now Evans!
  • Lily: Idiots.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What the hell Hagrid?
  • James: He's been pulverised.
  • ***
  • Lily: Voldemort has been trying to kill our son for 14 years. And I think I might hate Umbridge more...
  • ***
  • Lily: His first kiss. So sweet
  • James: He’s not doing too badly.
  • Lily: She seems into him.
  • James: Of course she is. He looks like me.
  • Lily: Arse. Cedric don’t they look cute together?
  • Cedric: I didn't say anything before but you realise that’s my ex right?
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry was the snake?
  • James: Dumbledore knows something.
  • Lily: Of course he does. But he's not going to tell.
  • ***
  • Lily: I love Padfoot but he's not the best at dealing with emotional stuff. Harry thinks he's going insane and Sirius tells him to sleep it off.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well well well. Ginny Weasley. Lioness.
  • James: What's that look on your face?
  • Lily: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • ***
  • James: Frank...Alice...
  • Cedric: Poor Neville.
  • ***
  • James: Come on Padfoot do it. Just one curse.
  • Lily: Sirius don't be an idiot.
  • James: Be an idiot!
  • Lily: Occlumency though. So Voldemort IS in Harrys mind.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe this is how Snape treats Harry.
  • Lily: He's a complicated man with a skewed moral compass.
  • Cedric: If you say so...what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?
  • James: A prophecy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh please God no...
  • Cedric: He broke them out. Voldemort broke them out.
  • James: And he just got ten of his most loyal and dangerous followers back.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I don't feel good for being the reason Cho just left but...I don't exactly feel bad either.
  • Lily: She misses you. I imagine she'll miss you for the rest of your life.
  • Cedric: Now I feel bad.
  • James: Don't son. It's not your fault. None of this is.
  • ***
  • Lily: This story will burn through England. The truth will finally be heard.
  • ***
  • James: Every time something good happens, something bad happens straight away.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I will never forget her face at this moment, for as long as I...well am.
  • Lily: Can we all appreciate what just happened? Dumbledore kept the old teacher, appointed the new and got another “dangerous half-breed” into the castle.
  • James: It’s a giant middle finger to Umbridge.
  • ***
  • James: SCATTER!
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe Marietta would do this. She was always so nice.
  • James: I told you. Friend against friend. It's what he does.
  • Lily: Dumbledore is doing something crazy...
  • James: Holy crap!
  • ***
  • James: Fred and George. Making the Marauders proud.
  • ***
  • Lily: No Harry don't...and we're in the Pensieve.
  • Cedric: Why would he-
  • James: Oh shit. I know where we are.
  • Lily: Oh God. This is not the moment you want Harry to see.
  • Cedric: Why? What do you...ah...
  • James: You don't see it here, but Snape gave as good as he got. However I'm not exactly proud of how I acted.
  • Lily: Not ashamed either to be fair.
  • Cedric: You seem to really hate him Mrs Potter. How did you end up together?
  • Lily: It’s Lily and he changed from an arrogant arsehole to a semi-decent person.
  • James: She said that during our marriage vows. Really moving ceremony.
  • ***
  • Lily: I’ve never seen Snape this angry before.
  • James: He can't stop teaching him! He needs the lessons!
  • ***
  • Lily: Your son is ashamed of you. For the way you treated Snape. Let that sink in.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Hagrid has...a brother.
  • Lily: Half brother.
  • Cedric: Right...my mistake.
  • ***
  • James: OWLS. Let's go.
  • ***
  • Lily: They're going after Hagrid. That bitch is trying to take him out too.
  • James: Well they can tr- SHIT!
  • Cedric: Professor Mcgonagall!
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks exhausted.
  • James: Well he has fallen asleep.
  • Lily: During your last OWL? Really Harry?
  • ***
  • James: I'll be back!
  • Cedric: Where is he going?
  • Lily: He's going to see where Sirius is.
  • ***
  • James: He’s at Grimmauld Place.
  • Lily: Which means Voldemort is baiting Harry into a trap.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is she do- no...-wait SHE sent the Dementors?
  • James: Even I didn't see that coming.
  • ***
  • Lily: What are you up to Hermione?
  • James: That arrow in the tree answer your questions?
  • ***
  • Lily: Goodbye you evil, twisted bitch.
  • James: And hello Grawp.
  • ***
  • Lily: They got free?
  • Cedric: Yeah it was pretty cool. Ginny is powerful.
  • ***
  • James: Here we go.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Where is everyone? It's completely empty.
  • ***
  • Lily: That archway...I think we're on the other side of it.
  • ***
  • James: Harry don't touch it. Please listen to your friends. Don't pick up that prophecy.
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's Mr Malfoy!
  • James: And the rest of his Death Eater friends.
  • Cedric: Harry, run.
  • Lily: They can't run. They have to fight.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry! Don't listen to Malfoy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Keep moving! Don't stop!
  • ***
  • James: Leave the man baby! Find the others!
  • Cedric: Duck!
  • Lily: HERMIONE!
  • ***
  • Cedric: She's alive. Oh she's alive.
  • James: She won't be for long. Our kids aren't doing permanent damage and the Death Eaters are playing to win. They need to get out.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's leading them away...
  • James: Good man Harry.
  • Lily: Oh no...Neville.
  • ***
  • James: ABOUT FUCKING TIME!
  • Lily: Now it's a fight you son's of bitches!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Dumbledore! He's here! It's over!
  • Lily: Calm down. It's not over till its...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Sirius: Oh that bitch!
  • James: Fourteen years. You don’t call. You don’t write. And you pick NOW to visit?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I probably shouldn't have taunted her.
  • James: Shut up Padfoot, they're still fighting!
  • ***
  • James: Harry NO! Stay away from Bellatrix!
  • Sirius: Where are we?
  • Cedric: Life after death. Seriously though shh.
  • ***
  • Lily: He.. he tried using Cruciatus.
  • James: It’s war and he just lost someone.
  • ***
  • James: He's here...
  • Lily: So is Albus.
  • ***
  • Lily: No no no no please God no
  • Cedric: What is it?! What's happening?
  • James: Voldemort is possessing my boy.
  • ***
  • Cedric: It’s over. He's gone.
  • James: No son. It’s not over. It's now open warfare.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's in such pain. Harry I'm so sorry.
  • Lily: I can't watch this. I can't...
  • ***
  • James: Now you know. Now you know why he's after you.
  • ***
  • Sirius: In battle. Isn't that what we always said Prongs?
  • James: Wand in hand.
  • Lily: Well you failed at that James.
  • James: You didn't exactly live a long and happy life yourself.
  • Sirius: God I’ve missed you two.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The mirror. I thought he...he never opened it.
  • ***
  • James: And just like that he's going back. Broken and beat up and torn apart inside.
  • Lily: He’ll be fine. He has to be.
  • Sirius: He's not alone. He's got friends and family. It just wasn’t us.

izzybutt  asked:

Okay, but Felix was with the New Republic for a while before Locus showed up at the Feds. Several months in a camp severely lacking in organization and supplies. Imagine them meeting in person for the first time in months, somewhere private, where they can be alone and strip down out of their armor. And Locus is so, so worried about how thin Felix has gotten. His cheeks have sunken in, and his ribs are so pronounced that Locus is sure they'll poke through the skin if he takes too deep a breath.

I often thought about this back in the early days of 12 when I would draw my original concept of Felix. He lived on this planet with these rebels where they were short on provisions and equipment and just plain living out of caves. We see him finally in Club and he’s already so lean, how would he look if he were really rationing his meals? It stands to reason that he’d have lost some weight.

What if the first time they’re alone together is just after their failed ambush of the Reds and Blues in Cloak and Dagger? Imagine Felix finally stripping out of his armor with Locus nearby watching and tracing his eyes over his pronounced hipbone, the protrusion of his bones at the wrists, the hollows of his eyes.

Imagine Fe still fiery and alive but looking so dead tired and in need of a good night’s rest on a comfortable bed and a good meal in his stomach.

What about their first time alone together being between 12 and 13, maybe on the pelican before the Tartarus takeover. Felix has had a few solid days to scarf down anything and everything Locus provides him, finally gets his first true meal and Locus doesn’t think it’s so bad, that Felix is just a glutton, until Fe strips down. He’s never seen his partner look weak before but this comes the closest.

What about Locus tending to Felix? Giving him food and letting him sleep a little longer because he knows Fe likes it. Indulging Felix just a little until he starts looking less skeletal and more like his normal, lean self.

I can’t help but think about Locus reaching for Felix, pressing his fingers against the grooves of Fe’s ribs, slotting his fingers there perfectly. Locus pressing his thumbs into Felix’s hips, neatly fitting into the dips. Mouthing along the harsh lines of his collarbone.

call and response - jongtae (epilogue)

~2.6k words, nc-17, smut/fluff

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - epilogue

this isn’t as much of an epilogue as it is a kinda deleted scene. that being said, you don’t have to have read all of c&r to get what’s going on in this, it’s just smut

this is also a belated bday present for lnternetwar, who originally prompted this au!! i’m sorry it took me so long ;-; when i saw it was your birthday i rushed and got it out asap tho! i hope you enjoy <3

“Okay,” Taemin starts, bites down hard on his lip. The last person clears out of Jonghyun’s dressing room and he almost immediately makes his way over to the door and proceeds to lock it, which elicits a very heavy raised eyebrow from the composer. The way he looks at Jonghyun when he turns back around sends a very serious chill down his spine. “We need to discuss how not okay that was.”

“Excuse me?” Something tells him that he means the other kind of talk.

“I… fuck. Just… fuck.”

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! I know there is a wait and I'm sorry if I cause you any stress but can you do a head canon and maybe a little story about the of the guys from KBTBB being with the MC in her dying moments after she saved him from some bad guy. I know it's sad sorry. Take as long as you want. I understand you have a lot of these and school so don't stress over mine. Thank You! P.S I love your writing.

WARNING SAD TIMES  AHEAD!

Hello anon~ First off I hate you for this request, because I like to think everything is happiness and sunshine, you make me think sad thoughts! *cries* Also, thanks for your concern that’s sweet of you. Trying my hardest to power through~ *pumps fist in air* 

Here you are beautiful and thanks for the praise *tears up*, enjoy!


Dying Moments

Eisuke:

He gripped your hand firmly as you laid on the white tile floor, your blood filling the cracks in the ground and slowly spreading around you. He tried to apply pressure to your stomach, where a crazed protester shot you, but it only stained his hands red and showing no signs of helping you, but he continued regardless.

“K-Khim.” He stuttered, something not like him. Slowly opening your eyes you were met by his worried ones. 

“I-I’m sorry…” You barely managed to mutter. You tried to reach out and touch his cheek, but you arm only made it half way before falling to the ground, limp. “I love y-you. P-promi..se me you’ll…find happ-.” You words cut short as your final moments were fast approaching.

Eisuke held you close, not caring about his designer suit getting stained, not caring about what happened around him, not worrying about the hotel or work. His entire focus was on you as he said his final goodbye, “I love you Khim, I will always love you.” He said, giving you an uncharacteristically kind smile as you let yourself cry, closing your eyes for the final time. 

He felt his world shatter, seeing you there on the cold ground, it didn’t suit you. But it was something you would do, for him, because you loved him so much. 

Soryu:

Soryu quickly shot his gun from the ground and got up. You fell simultaneous as a knife was still lodged into your chest. “Why did you push me!?” He yelled, racing to your side, wondering if he should pull the knife out or not.

You ragged breaths were the only thing he heard as the other noises were muted to his ears. Panicking, he gripped the knife firm and yanked it out, causing screams to pour out of your lips, a noise he hated. 

The wound was deep, and whether or not his decision was the right one it didn’t matter, because the knife was firm in you right lung. He knew this was the end. 

Not worrying about his surrounds, his face softened as he pushed your hair back and kissed your lips. He wanted you to be left with him smiling, so you would’t have any regrets and neither would he.

Khim tried to make out a couple of words and Soryu held her close, “I know, I love you to.” He said, reading her mind. Through the pain she smiled. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him to live on, not regret what happened for it wasnt his fault. She wanted him to love again, although he would never replace you. 

Pulling back to look at you, he saw your eyes closed. You were already gone. Rage engulfed him as he maliciously murdered the rival mafia group. Nearly wiping out their existence. It took four dragons to hold him back as he repeatedly punched a already dead man.

Anger.

Anger was all he could feel. Khim was to kind, to careless. It wasn’t either of their faults but he still took the blame. He didn’t know if he could live in a world without her as he broke down next to her cold body. (a/n: soryu baby! I hate this one I’m crying wahhh)

Mamoru:

He was shocked when you reached out to grab the criminals gun, causing the bullet to backfire and hit you square in the back, causing you to fall instantly, as the life left you. 

He panicked, his face going stern as he shot the man square in the head out of rage. He didn’t care if he lost his job for killing him, he had other things to worry about. 

His first thought was that you were paralyzed because you weren’t moving, not because you were dying. Racing to your side he joked, “Jeez kid your-”

He saw all the blood pouring out of your back as death took over your face. Losing all the color in his face he knelt down besides you and turned you over, “Sweetheart?”

Khim didn’t speak a word as she just stared at him, trying her hardest to convey with her eyes what her mouth wouldn’t. Her throat was to dry to manage to speak not. 

“Sweetheart say somethin’.” He called out, shaking her body. But she only grew more lifeless as she managed two words.

“..love you.”

She fell limp in his arms as pain overtook his face. The other bidders ran in and saw the scene unfold- Mamoru shaking, trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check while your body rested in his arms, unresponsive. 

Baba:

He watched as your body fell from the window, landing in the foliage outside two stories down. How did this happen? The thoughts and images replayed through his head as he ran down the stairs after you.

You both were laughing a minute ago, rummaging around the room looking for any clues to where a piece of art was. He remembered you pushing him back from the window as a bang went off, and then she fell.

Reaching you outside, he was your body covered in nature, dyed red. The bullet piercing right through your heart. You were dead.

He slowly bent over to look at your lifeless face. Thankfully your eyes were already closed, so he didn’t have to close them himself. He couldn’t bear that. He brushed the hair into place, fixed your clothes and brushed his hand along your cheek, kissing your lips.

Was he to careless? Was his love not enough? Did he cause this?

He picked up your limp body as he heard police closing in. He couldn’t leave you here. “Common princess, were going home.” He muttered, resting his forehead against yours and slowly walking back to the hotel.

Ota:

“Khim?” Ota called your name uncharacteristically as your body slumped in the chair. You attended Ota to a press conference about his latest artwork and were shot on stage.

Everything turned white and black as your lifelessly stared at Ota. Your throat was dry and your heart was pumping fast, yet slow.

“Khim…Khim…” Ota called as he pulled you off the table you slumped onto. Blood was pouring out of your stomach and dyed his hands red. “Khim!” He yelled, realizing the severity of the situation.

Although you were pretty much gone at this point. The blood loss was to much as the world started to darken as sway. “Khim, no no Khim!” He pleaded desperately as you stared to grow limper, heavier. 

“Ota…” You managed to say. He looked into your eyes, wondering what would happen. He didn’t know, everything was happening to fast for him and needed to slow down. 

“…love…I..love..you.” Were the last words she spoke as she left, left him, alone.

Anger swirled inside him as he gripped you close, realizing that people were screaming and pulling him away from you, trying to protect you. Pain filled his face as someone else lifted your body, carrying you to the back of the room. He couldn’t keep up with the situation, his mind swirling until it focused on one thought. 

“Shes gone.” 


Thanks for making me cry anon *gives you evil eyes* Enjoy!

In which Iris is very, very sexually frustrated.

It starts with the obvious signs of attraction, to which Iris is a little more understanding towards. There are times Barry stretches and she sees the briefest hint of his stomach, the lines of taut muscle that have seemingly formed out of nowhere on his skinny frame.

The way he struts in tight fabric of his Flash suit makes it hard to ignore the increased bulge of his arms - among other bulges. And she can’t quite block the sight of his form punching away at the bag in the precinct’s workout room, his entire body on display for her in the thin fabric of his undershirts.

Her shameless thoughts, though, get a pass in such moments. But it’s when Barry’s other habits begin to distract her that she becomes less forgiving with herself.

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A Good Death (Thorki Fic)

Summary: Frigga’s greatest fear is that her sons will keep fighting without ever recovering the love they once felt for one another. In the end, she discovers it to be unfounded.

Word Count: 1,315

Rating: Teen

Characters: Loki, Thor, Frigga

Pairing: Thorki

Features: Intersex Loki, Pregnancy, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Character Death

Notes: I need a sign on my writing that just says intersex Loki from now on.

A Good Death

The hardest thing Thor ever has to do is letting go of his little brother’s body. Loki had died an honorable death and he did not deserve to be left behind on these cold black sands.

But there is an enemy that must be defeated, else Malekith will bring darkness to all the realms of Yggdrasil. Malekith will pay for this.

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anonymous asked:

You know that song Enchanted by Taylor Swift? Can you please write a Jily based on it, please? Make it au if you have too.

 Lily sighed when she reached the entrance of the ballroom. Her red hair was tied up in curls and coils, and her corset was so tight she found it difficult to breathe. 

Balls were not a new thing to the seventeen year old - ever since she was old enough to behave at them, she attended, which really had been when she was five, she was always mesmerised by the beautiful women in their beautiful ball gowns, but instead, her parents let Lily accompany them when she was nine, the same year as her older sister, Petunia, attended her first ball.

But this ball was supposed to be different to the ones Lily had seen every other month, instead of it being an open ball for the entire village, or her parents being invited and them bringing Lily along, Lily had been invited personally - of course her parents got on invitation too, just separate from Lily’s. Apparently, the celebration on local ‘gentleman’, James Potter’s seventeenth birthday was supposed to be magic.

~

Lily knew the game - force some laughter when the men who work with your father make a joke, fake a smile when the women talked about their daughter’s new engagement. It disgusted Lily to think that her mother would be included in those conversations, but of course, she was. Petunia had recently been proposed too the week before to a ghastly man named Dursley, but he had money, a good reputation and strong values, so her father loved him.

The host, James Potter, was not a person Lily could recall ever meeting, but that didn’t surprise her, she was sure half of the young women at the ball could say the same as she - they didn’t know Mister Potter - and Lily didn’t particularly wish to meet him.

~

Lily looked around the crowded ballroom. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, a chair? Her parents? A silent place to hide and just breathe? When her eyes found a man, she forgot about shifting her gaze. What was more was the man was staring back. Lily couldn’t quite make out his face, but she could see a strong jaw, almost muscular shoulders and an ungodly mop of dark hair. 

“Excuse me, Miss?” A waiter with a tray of glass flutes asked. Lily looked around to him, but before she could say anything, he spoke again. “Master James asked me to make sure you received a glass,” he said kindly. “And this note,” he added with a quieter voice. Lily took a flute from the tray with her gloved hand. The waiter slipped a small card into her other hand, bowed his head then walked away.

Lily watched the waiter leave for a moment before turning her gaze back to where the man had been standing - he wasn’t there any more.. She shrugged it off, he probably wasn’t even looking at her. Lily took a sop of the pink liquid from her glass, then walked to the edge of the room to look at her note in private.

It was a cream coloured card, no bigger than her palm. The words had been scratched on with a black ink. 

‘You don’t look like you’re having fun, Miss Evans. - JP’ 

Lily looked up and around the crowd, as if she was going to spot Mister Potter looking at her while she read his note, forgetting that she didn’t actually know what he looked like.

Failing to remember her manners, she left her glass on a table where three elderly women sat, Lily made her way out of the ballroom and into a surprisingly empty corridor. She felt the card securely in her long glove and searched for an study or at least a room with a pen and ink.

It didn’t take Lily as long as she had expected to find a study. All of the furniture was made from an expensive wood. The large desk sat directly opposite the door, small stacks of paper were neatly organised at both ends of the table, all headed with the same words - ‘Charlus Potter. Fear will cut deeper than any blade can.’

After closing the door gently, Lily sat down in the sigh backed chair behind the desk. She placed the card from her glove onto the desk and reread it.

'You don’t look like you’re having fun, Miss Evans. - JP’ 

She flipped the card over and reached for the pen, dipped it in ink and scratched her words with the colour black onto the card.

'I suppose you may be correct. Should I be worried that you decide to write me a note and not speak to me? You’re not dreadfully ugly, are you? - Miss Evans.’

Lily read over her note, she was being daring writing those words and she certainly knew it. Once the ink had dried, she stood up, straightened down her dress and slid the card back into her glove.

~

When Lily came back to the ballroom. she was nervous. She had paled dramatically and she had a fluttering feeling in her stomach.

“E- excuse me?” She said cautiously to the waiter from before. “Could you give this back?” She asked quietly, showing him the front of the card.

“Of course, Miss,” he smiled as if doing the task brought him happiness. 

~

'Miss Evans! You are a brave one, aren’t you? But no, much to your disappointment, I’m sure, I am not “dreadfully ugly”. In another situation, I would be offended. - JP’

'I wouldn’t say I was disappointed, per say, it was just a theory. So tell me, Mister Potter, why are we writing notes instead of talking like normal people? - Miss Evans’

'Somehow, I don’t see you as a “normal person”, no, in fact, I refuse to see it. But the answer to your question is I’m not exactly good with words, especially on first impressions. I didn’t want you to think I was a fool. - JP’

'So you decided to write me a note? I’m joking of course. However I think people will soon notice that I keep walking around the ball and not speaking with anyone while I wait for your next note. My mother would like me to find a husband here. She hasn’t said this, but I can feel it. - Miss Evans.’

~

A note didn’t come back for a while. Lily worried he had found a beautiful girl in a beautiful ball gown and taken her away to dance. Maybe he was keeping up appearances and still mingling with his guests. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling this sadness, it was his ball, he was the host, he couldn’t spend his evening writing notes to a girl he’d never met before.

“Excuse me?” Lily shifted her gaze from the new started dance to man with glasses and an ungodly mop of black hair. “Would you like to dance?” He asked with a smile. Lily smiled back - partly because that’s just what you did when you were asked to dance, you never refused, and you always smiled. But also because she recognised him as the figure watching her from the other side of the room. 

“Of course,” she answered. She took his hand and let him lead her over to the other dancing couples. It was a slow dance with very few moves, mostly just holding each other closely with a few underarm turns thrown in. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t write back,” he said quietly as they danced. “I decided you were right, writing notes did make me seem foolish.”

Lily’s mouth gaped open slightly as she looked up to him. “Mister Potter?” She asked, her mouth suddenly very dry. 

“Spot on, Miss Evans,” he smiled. “So tell me,” he said then spun Lily under his arm. “Are you enjoying yourself more now?”

“No,” Lily smiled. “You’re an awful host, and frankly this ball is just like every other one I’ve been to, and I’ve been to a lot.” She was teasing him, she knew, but his face fell slightly. Before she could say anything, he had looked around swiftly then clasped her hand and led her out of the ballroom and into the empty corridor. “What are you doing?” Lily hissed. She was struggling away from him, but she was still willingly following him.

“Making my ball different from the others,” he answered shortly. He led her up the corridor, past the study, and up a large white marble staircase. Once at the top, he let go of Lily’s hand and opened two large glass doors. Lily walked through them onto a large balcony, she could hear the music from downstairs and she could see for miles across the landscape. 

“Gosh,” Lily whispered as she stood against the edge of the balcony. “Okay, your ball is certainly different,” she told him. She could still see carriages pulling up with more guests. 

“Mister Jefferson!” James shouted over the side of the balcony, Lily pushed herself away from the balcony instantly. “I think it’s time for the lanterns!”

“Right you are, Master James!” Jefferson shouted back. 

“Come here,” James said softly, his hand held out to Lily. She took it hesitantly and walked over to the edge with him, 

One by one, small lights started to appear along the road leading up to the manor, Each candle sat in a glass case with black metal holding it together. Some sat on the ground, some were attached to poles or trees. There was a magical and enchanting feel to the evening after all of the lanterns had been lit.

“I just said it was different, you didn’t need to top it,” Lily smiled as she stared wide eyed at the lights. 

"I know,” James answered, slightly proud of himself.

~

It was near midnight when the crowd of guests started to thin out and leave for their homes. Lily had lost James earlier to relatives who had travelled very far to be at the ball, so he had to go and speak with them and thank them for coming. She danced with a few other men, mostly just to please her watching mother than to enjoy the dance, or meet the men. 

As one dance ended, Lily curtsied to her dance partner as he dipped his head. “Lily?” Her father said from behind her. Never had Lily been so happy to see her father than she was then, the thought of dancing with another man at the ball sickened her to her stomach. “It’s time to leave,” he told her.

“What? No, we can’t leave yet,” Lily said quickly, the feeling of panic running through her body.

“We must,” he answered sternly. “Be in the carriage in ten minutes,” he told her then walked away to find Lily’s mother.

Lily whipped her head around looking for the host, she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Moving through the crowd, she continued to look for him. After five minutes of looking she half ran and half walked to the staircase and up to the balcony - he wasn’t there. She looked over the edge but still couldn’t see him.

Her hand quickly moved to hold her forehead as her chest rose and fell rhythmically from her running. She skipped down the steps and burst into the study, closed the door and searched for the cards they’d been writing on. It didn’t take her too long to find one, there was a stack of them in the first drawer of the desk. She dipped her pen into the ink and scratched her words onto the card.

'I’m praying that this was the very first page and not where the story line ends. My thoughts will echo your name before I see you again. I was enchanted to meet you. - Miss Evans’

~

The whole journey home, Lily worried about whether her note had been passed on, she had given it to the same waiter, but they ball was over or at least it would be shortly, he mightn’t find the time to give it to him until after they had finished their jobs. She thanked the sky for being so dark, she could just see her parents at the other side of the carriage, but only their outlines and the slight light from the moon, but she was sure that if it was brighter, they’d be able to see their youngest daughter’s blush from a mile away.

When they got back to the Evans Manor, Lily went straight up to her bedroom and got changed. She took her time pulling the pins out of her hair which kept her curls and coils together.

When she tired to sleep, she tossed and turned, constantly thinking about the boy who led her up the stairs and make the place beautiful with lanterns. She worried that he might have had that set up before for just any girl he decided to pick on the night, then her mind drifted to the thought that he might already have someone, and he was just taking advantage of the moment and decided on Lily. But he knew her name. Surely that would mean he was seeking for her? 

By two o’clock, Lily was out of her bed and pacing back and forth along her floor playing scenes over in her mind and slowly those scenes became more and more imaginative.

She imagined she was lying in her bed in a light sleep, while a tapping at her window woke her up. She imagined herself rushing over to the window to see James Potter standing outside of her home with a handful of small stones. She imagined herself rushing down the stairs, knowing full well her parents would be sound asleep by now, and opening the front door. She imagined him saying, “Hey, it was enchanting to meet you. All I know is I was enchanted to meet you.” 

But even though she knew it was just a day dream, Lily felt happier. Perhaps they would meet again. Perhaps he would receive her note and he’d come rushing to find her. Perhaps she could see herself marrying this man and for filling her mother’s wishes of being a young wife.

But for now, Lily was content at dancing around her room alone while she thought the same words over and over again - “Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

~

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HI THIS FIC IS REALLY REALLY LONG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO END UP REALLY LONG. this is for you, dwightdangershrute , you told me to write whatever for your christmas present so I went with long-distance Kawoshins. MERRY CHRISTMAS DARLING!!!!

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When Shinji first posted a question on his math homework on the college forums, he didn’t expect an answer within a half hour, and certainly not an incredibly detailed one.

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