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7. “Could you be happy here with me?”

Shay Cormac x Reader 

A/N: I am very proud of myself, I’m not so late! How could I be if Shay is so precious Enjoy!

The sunlight leaked out from the curtains, finding its way through your closed eyes. Groaning, you covered your eyes with the pillow as you tried all the possible for not getting up that morning. It was always like this, when all you wanted was sleep for the whole day, something stopped you and once again, annoyance boiled within you. 

You tried to escape the light by turning over your side and you faced the other occupant of the bed. Tha annoyance was soon forgot as a genuine smile immediately grown over your face. 

Shay’s eyes were still closed, his chest rising and falling as he slept pacefully. His features were relaxed; more than when he was wide awake and the sun was on his skin, illuminating the infinite scars he collected during all these years. 

Your legs were tangled together, sweat still lingering the both of your skin. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you to him like a leech; and heat was radiating from his body, making you snuggle even closer to him, your head resting over his chest as the rythme of his breaths gently rocked you.

You could still feel the taste of last night’s passion persist in the air, and the more you thought about what happened the night before, the more heat reached your cheeks and the silly smile increased even more.  He returned from one of his missions and God only knows how much you missed him, how much you needed him. Actually, when he come back, you expected everything but not you two making love for all night long, until you were both exhausted and breathless, your movements laced with sleep and statisfaction.

You started to trace a scar that attraversed his chest to his abdomen, your fingertips slowly caressing his skin. Truth was, you were happy, you really were; he was your very first friend and when you realised you were falling in love with him, fear immediately blocked you. You weren’t absolutely sure of what to do, but once the both of you understood what were the feelings you held for each other everything came out easily and that still amazed you.

You felt him stirr underneath your touch, his hands reaching for yours as you looked at him. His black eyes were half opened, his expression still sleepy and his dark hair were all messy but to you he couldn’t be more handsome.
His lips were pulled in a tired smile, a smile that you happily returned as you rose yourself to his level, leaving a peck on his lips. 

“Good morning. I get you slept well” he said, chuckling when you rested you head once more over his chest.

“You get it right. What about you?”

“Best night of sleep I’ve ever had in a long time.” Shay muttered to your ear, kissing your temple.

You both were quiet after that, enjoying each other’s company. He’d occasionally left some kisses all over your body, or traced all inches of your skin with his fingertips, caressing you so lightly that you laughed, the warmth of the feeling heated you from within.


"Mmh?” You turned your face to him, head resting to your hand as he looked at you in the most serious way possible. His tone was laced with anxiety, something that made you quite worried. What was happening, of all of sudden?

“Could you be happy here, with me?” Your (Y/E/C) eyes met his dark ones, a gentle smile tugged on your mouth as you closed the distance between the two of you.

“I already am, Shay.”

Christmas Cough

Connor x Reader

On the eighteenth day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…

It was happening again. Last year Connor had gotten a rotten bout of the sniffles a week before Christmas. What he presumed to be a cold had progressed as the days went by, landing him a spot in your own personal care on Christmas day. He hadn’t meant to ruin such an eventful day, but he still felt guilty all the same. He’d made a personal vow after last year to make this Christmas the best one you’d ever had just to make it up to you, but it was happening again.

It started with a cough here or a sneeze there throughout random intervals during the day. Then his throat started hurting and his skin was warmer than usual. His head hurt and his nose was stuffed. By Christmas Eve, he was an absolute mess; coughing, sneezing, sniffling, and wheezing all through the night. But this wasn’t about him, this was about you, and he was not about to ruin Christmas again because of a little illness.

So he trooped on. Late into the night he snuck out of the comforting warmth of your arms into the cold, dark sitting room. He worked quietly, careful to be sure not to wake you before he was finished. Though it got a little hard at times, he continued to work through the long hours of the night, the sun bringing the joy of Christmas as it rose. Christmas was here, now all he had to do was make it through the day without ruining everything. Yes, he could do that for you.

He admired his work for a moment, taking a minute to give himself a pat on the back. The room was ready, now all he needed was you. No doubt you’d be waking up soon anyways. You always did get too excited on Christmas…

His gentle, long strides brought him back to your room, sweet eyes looking upon your resting figure. A little ray of sunshine peeked in through the curtain, glowing upon your smooth skin. You looked like an angel, his angel. He smiled, a soppy curve of his lips. Your eyes were closed peacefully, no signs of tension in the relaxed state of your muscles. Connor puffed a breath between his lips, his heart beating faster at the sight of you. Oh, but how he loved you.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, his voice raspy with sickness.

You let out a soft groan, flipping onto your side so you were fully facing him. One bleary eye after another popped open, looking curiously to your lover.

“Connor?” You inquired on a yawn, eyes half closed as you stretched the disused muscles in your arms. “It’s Christmas.” You smiled, settling back down into a more comfortable position.

He nodded, kneeling down in front of you so he could admire your features. From the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw, Connor’s loving gaze was drinking it in. You bit your lip to keep your grin from engulfing your face, taking his hand in yours instead. His skin was warm, more so than usual.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

He’d been sick all week, something that he’d claimed was perfectly normal. He said that he didn’t need to go see a doctor and that he’d be fine in the next few days. But his skin felt awfully hot for a little cold.

“Fine.” He replied, tugging on your laced hands.

You furrowed your brows in concern, sitting up so you could take a better look at him. His cheeks were flushed and his nose was red, no doubt from rubbing at it. His hair was messy, sticking to his forehead from sweat. He clearly was not as well as he tried to act.

“Connor.” You warned, leaping up before he could pull you away. The back of your hand connected with his forehead, a heat rising from his skin. He was burning up.

“I feel fine.” He pouted, resting his large hands on your hips. They were dancing along the prominent bone there, almost enticing you to forget about what you’d felt.

“You are not fine.” You argued, brushing a few strands of his dark hair back into the messy disarray. “If you are sick, don’t pretend you’re not.”

“I have a cold, it is nothing to concern yourself with.” He tried weakly, hoping to get on with the day. He was not going to ruin this for you, no matter how much he’d rather just drop down into the bed and cuddle with you.

“It’s more than that.” You pointed out, challenging him with a gleam in your eyes. “And besides,” you leant forward, resting against his chest and rubbing the tense muscles in his back, “I will always concern myself when it comes to your wellbeing.”

Affection swelled in his heart, guilt following soon after. He’d already ruined so much for you, he couldn’t do it again this year. He didn’t deserve to have someone like you love him so much if he was just going to mess it up year after year.

“Don’t you dare think like that.” You muttered, breathing in the lingering scent of gingerbread and candy cane on his shirt. You knew him well enough to know exactly where his thoughts would be at this particular moment, and he had absolutely no reason to be thinking along those lines.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, his breath against your neck, running down your spine.

“Now, get back in bed and I’ll make you hot chocolate. We can worry about Christmas after you’re better.” You stated, nudging him in the side for good measure.


“I don’t want to hear it.” You deadpanned, removing yourself from his arms. “You’re not ruining anything.”

His gaze dropped to the floor, shame playing across the frown on his face. You sighed, knowing that he probably still felt guilty after last year.

“Connor,” you began quietly, brushing your fingertips across his bicep. The muscle flexed beneath your touch, his big, brown eyes moving to meet your own. “Sweetheart, you need some rest. Working so hard isn’t good when you’re sick.”

He nodded, sending a half-hearted smile in your direction before sinking down onto the soft bed. His eyes moved back to you, looking for some sort of disappointment he was sure he’d find there. He found none.

“I love Christmas.” You said. “But I love you more.”

The smallest of smiles began to tug at the corners of his lips, the gloomy attitude he sported fading at your words. He would never get used to hearing you say you loved him, even if he heard it a million times. And each time he’d be a little more happy than the last.

“I love you too.” He spoke quietly, his voice hoarse.

You smiled in response, turning to leave the room. Just before you made it fully out of the doorway, you stopped to add one more comment over your shoulder.

“Besides, nothing’s ruined when I have you here.” And with that you left.

Gender: Male
Pronouns: he/him/his
Height: 6’3”
Weapon: Scimitar Sword
Gem Type: Rhodochrosite
Likes: Flirting, strawberries…and cats :’D
Dislikes: Loneliness, and small spaces
Hobbies: Knitting, cleaning
Talents/Skills: Able to sense the location of other gems/beings by using from the crystal on his chest. HOWEVER, the only downside to that ability is that he has to have actually MEET them in person before for it to work. Otherwise, that power is no bueno. :P Also is able to sense their emotions and control them to his will. Rarely ever uses it since it’s not really in his nature to control someone UNLESS it is absolutely necessary like fighting an enemy.
Personality: Rodney is a very happy laid back gem that loves to flirt whenever he gets the chance. A really big sweetheart that always tries to lighten serious moods or situation with jokes (and terrible puns). He’s also a bit of a clean freak. If he sees a mess, he will freak out and clean it up, lol. Rarely would you ever see him upset, but if you do (for example, hurt someone dear to him) you better run…
Fusion Preference: Depends :3

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and this is just the first part of it. The other ones will be done tomorrow (well, soon enough anyway)

in here we have my main ispirational artists and also great great people

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My boyfriend (who doesn’t have a tumblr - yet) this-wandering-lamb twainkitty psydoktor

for now, I take my leave. But soon, there will be more èwè until then, see ya!