Okay so I had this total mind tripping moment today!
So the whole Xena: Warrior Princess show is based on “The Xena Scrolls” right? Which are basically all the scrolls that had been discovered the Gabrielle the Battling Bard had written outlining all of their adventures together…
What if, when Xena told Gabrielle in the beginning of A Friend in Need that she wanted to get away and settle down, Gabrielle decided she would make it happen?
When they were “dead” for that 20 year time jump, the girls became legends, they were just ghosts to the people.
Gabrielle would have put together that all she had to do was write a final adventure and have the heroine die. Gabrielle would have to “survive” to at least get the scroll out. But in the scroll her disappearance would also be explained because she was heading to Egypt. They could later have word sent that she got sick on board and died. Then her and Xena were free to live however they wanted!
It goes a little something like this:
“ ‘A life of journeying has brought you to the farthest lands– to the very edges of the Earth.’
‘And to the place where I’ll always remain– your heart. So, where to, now?’
‘I think we should go south– to the land of the Pharaohs. I hear they need a girl with a chakram.’
‘Where you go– I’m at your side.’
‘I knew you’d say that.’
“Xena, the Warrior Princess chuckled as they looked out into the sunset. She kissed the young bard’s forehead, expressing there, all the love she could to the one who saved her soul. The ship rolled over the waves, a single tear glided down Gabrielle’s face as Xena’s spirit faded into the mist. Gone, but never forgotten by the heart that loved her more than life itself.”
Xena finished reading Gabrielle’s latest scroll from over the blonde’s muscular shoulder.
“Gabrielle, could this be a little more depressing?”
The fire they were cuddled near was burning low, casting an eerie light around their campsite.
“Well Xena, it is your death, so how cheery did you really want it to be?” Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her companion, “I mean, it’s supposed to be believable.”
Argo the second knickered from across the camp, “See! Even Argo thinks it’s too much of a downer.”
“Listen, you’re the one who said you wanted to settle down right? Well how can we ever do that if all the people around here either want you dead or want you to help them with something? Trust me, the darker and more shocking the details are, the less people will question it,” the bard declared confidently.
“All I’m saying is that it seems a little harsh. You know how your following is Gabrielle, they read your scrolls obsessively, and they are all way too emotionally involved, if you ask me. Me dying and then you sadly sailing around with an urn, the chakram and an imagined ghost of me is going to break their little hearts. Not to mention that it’s a little creepy.”
“Are you saying that if you died, you would leave me to roam the world alone?” Gabrielle asked pointedly.
“Exactly!” the bard exclaimed as Xena rolled over and sighed. “Besides, this is the ending you want, trust me. The only other alternative I had in mind is way worse.”
“How could it possibly be worse?” Xena questioned as Argo snickered in the background and shook her head at her two humans.
Gabrielle laid down next to her partner, gazing into those blue eyes that were almost rendered violet by the light of the fire. “If you ever really did die,” the blonde paused as she brushed her fingers across the warrior’s cheek, “I would never survive it. Don’t you know that by now?.”
Xena’s breath caught as she was reminded again of the love that burned between them. “I know that.”
“So unless you want your story to end with us both plunging into the afterlife together, I think this is our best bet,” Gabrielle stated logically as she brushed her lips across Xena’s cheek.
“And if it comes down to it, and we need to come back, then we will. But Xena, you have fought so hard for your redemption, and we both deserve a break to be happy,” the bard’s heart sped up as it felt the warrior’s hand placed right over it.
“Where you go, I go,” they said in unison, as they started to drift off underneath the stars.
“You still can’t throw the chakram.”
“Xena! You promised!” Gabrielle whined into the darkness.
“No, you’re not ready. I refuse.” Xena said, amused at her companion’s pout.
“Okay, okay… how can I resist that face?”
Gabrielle smiled ear to ear and did a little happy dance under their shared furs.
“Hey, stop that! You’re letting all the warm air out!”
“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure we can think of a way to keep us warm…” Gabrielle slid her hands into her love’s dark hair as their lips met.
Their love lit up the night, always together, two halves of one soul.
So this is my first try at this whole fanfic thing, so take it easy on me
“What can I get for ya, lass?” The barman asked as you sat down.
“A whiskey on the rocks please,” You smiled to him. You remembered him, Harry; though, he didn’t remember you. It had been a few years since you were in Small Heath last.
“Here you are,” He placed the drink in front of you, “Now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing drinking this early in the day?”
“I just got into town and the ride here was a pain my ass so I needed a drink,” You laughed in return as you sipped the liquor.
“Ah, train?” You nodded and he chuckled, starting to tell you about his last train ride and how awful it was because there was a sick child on board who couldn’t stop throwing up but his parents wouldn’t get off the train so the whole train car smelled terrible. You chuckled at his story and finished your drink when the doors were thrown open, gaining both of your attentions.
It was Polly. She spotted you and her eyes went wide. She ran towards you and wrapped you up in a hug, “I knew it! I had a feeling I had seen your dress this morning!” You giggled as you hugged her back gently.
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Original Male Character(s), The Tomlinson Family, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Mpreg, Pregnant Harry, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Quite a bit of angst, so much fluff tho, Fluff galore, Top Louis, Bottom Harry
Summary: Harry texts him back a thumbs up emoji before leaning forward and throwing up again. He groans, but stands after he’s done, wiping his mouth with toilet paper, and flushing the toilet.
He washes his mouth out as best as he can before steeling himself and heading back to class, trying his best not to cry. He tells himself that there is no point in worrying when he doesn’t even know if there is anything to worry about yet.
He still feels sick. [or, the American boarding school AU where Harry’s infatuated with Louis and one night flips his whole world upside-down]
“istps have an adventuresome spirit. they are attracted to motorcycles, airplanes, sky diving, surfing, etc. they thrive on action, and are usually fearless. istps are fiercely independent, needing to have the space to make their own decisions about their next step. they do not believe in or follow rules and regulations, as this would prohibit their ability to “do their own thing”. their sense of adventure and desire for constant action makes istps prone to becoming bored rather quickly.”
Warnings: This contains graphic sexual interactions. Read at your own discretion.
A/N: I’m really getting into AU lately, so don’t be surprised if that becomes a theme in my writing!
From the moment she entered the world, the heiress was destined for something greater.
Her hair was snow white, and it grew in soft glowing curls. Her skin was like honey, but her temper was not as sweet. Her mother had fled the land when she was still a small baby, but the effect that it had on the family was detrimental. Her father didn’t know how to take care of a little baby girl, instead opting constantly hand her off to nannies. The result as she grew was a tumultuous relationship with her father. She was often scolded for running into the gardens and hiding from her maids. Only once did she venture out further…
The little girl ran as far as the garden walls. When she reached the tall iron gates, it didn’t take much for her to climb up and over them before again taking off into a sprint the woods.
This particular tantrum between her and her father had been rather bad; bad enough for the little girl to once again try to get as far as possible.
She blindly ran through the woods with tears streaming across her face. She should have listened to all the stories as she came to a stop, completely lost. The woods were no place for a pampered little eight year old heiress. They were notorious for holding all sorts of dark creatures with sharp teeth, red eyes, and a thirst for blood. The books that were read to her told of evil creatures looking for exactly what she was, small, scared children.
Too far from home and with no sense of direction as to how to get back, she fell to her knees and let out a heavy sob. Only minutes before, she’d give anything to get away from her father, but now all she wanted was to be back inside the safe cream walls of the palace.
It was then that she noticed how quiet the air was around her. She sniffled once, and then peaked out between her fingers.
She was kneeled in a clearing where no trees or brush stood, and the sun peaked through the tree tops, bathing her in jagged light patches.
The birds had stopped their chirping, and the only noise was that of wind through the trees. It was then that the creatures started emerging, but they weren’t anything that she’d heard about.
None of them had red eyes, or sharp teeth, and none of them looked like they wanted to eat her. They hesitantly exited into the clearing; none of them had seen a human in one hundred years, and she was a sight to behold. She was beautiful, even for a child with her flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
Some of them came from the trees, their forms slowly emerging like molasses from a jar. She watched in awe as the empty clearing filled with gorgeous beings. Some were brown like the bark of the trees, with rough skin and patches of feathers sprouting from their joints. Others were as green as the leaves on the trees, with flowing hair that moved in the wind like ribbons.
And then, there was one that stood out from the rest, not because he was more outrageous than some of the other characters, but because he was completely, and utterly normal. He looked like any other human save a few other features. His hair was ash toned, and it reflected the light of the sun with how glossy it was. His skin was golden from what seemed to be years in the sun, but he still looked young. His clothes were soft white, and they hung of his shoulders in billowing robes. A crown made of the freshest, and most beautiful flowers the girl had ever seen adorned his head. She caught a peak of the tips of his ears; they were slightly pointed, but that was the only sign that he wasn’t as human as she. Other than physically, he exuded power and magic. An aura hung around him in a bright, but warm light. The girl couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
A quiet murmur had begun to build between the creatures, but with only a small lift of his hands, the woods became silent again. He approached her slowly. Even though he oozed power, his steps were small and feeble, as if he were afraid to touch her.
The creatures stayed silent, watching their master with wide, doe eyes.
“Who are you?” He asked. His voice was deep and raspy.
“(Y/N),” she squeaked out. All she wanted was to break his overbearing gaze, but a force held her there. He seemed appeased by her feeble appearance, confident that she wasn’t capable of harm to his small kingdom. He realized that she was small like the younglings, and bet that she was new to the world. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different about her. He felt a sudden strange urge to protect the small thing. Her looks almost held a perfect mix of woodland and human, but the observation was fleeting, and he brushed it off.
He squatted down in front of her to get on her level. When he brushed the stray hair out of her face, the softest of winds seemed to caress her skin too. Her tears began to dry, and a sense of calm washed over her. Just as he was unafraid of her, she was sure he wasn’t out to hurt her.
“Why are you here, little one?” He asked. His speech was thick and accented, like he hadn’t spoken English in a long time. She wondered what his tongue sounded like when he spoke to his own kind.
“I- I ran away. I got in a fight with my daddy. Then I keep running past the gates and… and I got lost,” the wild look returned to her eyes and she frantically looked around. The feeling of being completely lost hit her again, and the panic returned.
He shushed her with a soft sound and ran a comforting hand through her hair. He was so kind to her and soft, something she didn’t experience often at home. She leaned into his touch. Whatever magic this man possessed, it was good for calming down terror. Her heaving breathing slowed once more.
“We’ll get you home, don’t you worry,” he took her hand, and helped her to her feet. The silence in the woods had turned to a murmur again, but the beasts were no longer afraid.
He called to a spirit that stood regally by itself a few feet away. It drifted towards them in a manner that flowed like water, and the girl concurred that this was a water spirit. It’s beauty was ethereal, but it stayed silent.
He leaned down again to meet eyes with the girl.
“This is my friend. She’s going to help you get home now, okay?” He gave a squeeze to her hand. Her only response was to hold tighter on to his warm hand and glance back and forth between him and the spirit. She didn’t want to be away from him, alone with another strange creature.
“You’ll be okay, I promise. But next time, don’t run through the gates, okay? There’s no way to assure that you’ll end up here again. There aren’t as many nice nymphs like me,” he smiled and winked, and she swore the air grew warmer.
She nodded, and reluctantly let go of his hand.
“What’s your name?” She boldly asked.
She vowed to never forget his name, and gave one last glance back as the water spirit guided her away.
Twenty feet from the gate, and the being stopped but urged her onwards.
“Thank you,” she said before slipping back to the iron gates and climbing back into the garden.
She was rushed by maids of all sorts, some worrying over her well being, other tutting about her ratted and torn clothes.
“How on earth did this happen?” One mentioned. “And your tiara is gone too. You must be so careless. We’ve all been worried sick, especially your father. What a trouble maker. What would your mother say?”
They ushered her back to the mansion, but the girl was able to spare one last glance to the rich green of the woods. The spirit was no where to be seen, and the smallest hint of sadness crept into the girl’s bones.
Years later, she wondered if it had all been a dream, but something about the golden man stuck with her for a decade. Many times, he was all she could think about at night. She’d wake up with dark circles, wondering why the night was so fitful.
The name of the man and details had faded over the years, leaving her with only an image and questions.
Most days, her father caught her gazing wistfully out the window, past the gardens and into the deep woods. He never said anything, but the look on her face worried him. She held a longing that he’d only ever seen in one other person. He was afraid that one day she would hop up and leave forever.
She grew to be the most beautiful maiden in all the land. Her unique features caused suitors to visit from all over the land, but she quickly grew bored and dismissed them.
Her maids and father grew concerned for the girl the older she got. She didn’t go outside to run through the gardens anymore. The urge to run had consumed her again, but she had duties as the heiress of the estate. She pined away her days in the window seats, or reading fantasy novels.
One day, she came down for breakfast more cheerfully than normally. Her father, although surprised, was pleased at her sudden mood change. What he didn’t know was that she had a plan.
“I think I’ll go out to the gardens today!” She exclaimed with a smile. “I’m sick of being boarded up in the house, and I’ve been so down lately.”
“I think that’s a splendid idea.”
After breakfast, the girl snuck back up to her room and made the final preparations for her escape. She knew that she was in line to take her father’s land, but she didn’t want any of it. She didn’t want the money, the arranged marriage, or the life of living behind walls.
No one batted an eye when she went outside with a small bag. They probably thought she brought a picnic outside. She only packed the small essentials, happy to get away from the stifling dresses, and fancy foods.
She paused at the gate and gulped deeply, looking up at the iron. She no longer has any need to climb over the iron, having snuck the key.
This was all banking on the hope that everything had been real, and that none of it had been a dream. With one last heavy breath and look around, she entered through the gates.
She vaguely remembered the man saying that there was no guarantee that she would would make it back to the same kingdom. She wondered if the bad creatures actually existed, and she had just been lucky.
For hours, she blindly walked. She knew it didn’t take that long the first time and her chest started to fill with despair. She chose to keep going, knowing that she would never be able to find her way back. After the sun was finally dipping beneath the horizon and the forest began to grow dark, the girl fell to her knees.
Tears filled her eyes as quickly as the despair did. She was completely and utterly lost. This had all been a mistake. When she finally collected herself enough, she looked up and found herself in a clearing.
The place felt familiar to her, and it hit her. This was the same clearing she had stumbled upon ten years earlier.
The clearing was empty with none of the fantasy creatures that she remembered.
With a gush of wind she fell backwards, her limbs flailing.
The clearing stayed empty expect for one creature. He looked the same as the very first day that she saw him, but this time he didn’t seem calm or happy to see her.
“Who are you?” He bellowed. She cowered back. He was still as beautiful and powerful as she remembered.
“(Y/N)!” She yelled over the howling sounds. The wind was swirling around her, whipping her gossamer hair. Instantly the wind stopped, and the air was silent again.
She peaked open her eyes to glance at him. His arms hung limply at his sides as he gazed down at her. Memories were slowly trickling back into her mind.
“You’re name is Taehyung! Right? I was here ten years ago. I came back,” she crawled forward.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped.
“I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there,” she pleaded. His expression softened a fraction when she said that.
“That’s why you came the first time, isn’t it?”
She didn’t speak but chose to nod her head.
“When you can’t go any further, that’s when you find us. People don’t find us because they want to. They find us because they’d be lost forever. Whether you would have been lost in the forest, or your own life, I don’t know.”
He didn’t mention how he thought that a different power brought them together. Truthfully, the girl had never left his mind either, but he didn’t bring it up.
“Oh,” she breathed. He reached his hand out to her to help her off the ground. When his warm skin met hers, the heat of one million suns blossomed through her body. She gazed at the magical creature in wonder. He seemed just as affected as her and quickly slipped his fingers from hers.
“You should know that you’re different from the others. Your family,” he mused. His hand boldly reached to stroke her silvery hair. It through her back to the first time they met, and she leaned into the warm cup of his hand.
“What do you mean?” She hummed, her eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re an Inbetween, a phenomena that can’t really be explained. Not part of this world, nor fully human either. I had a sneaking suspicion the first time we met. Beauty that is ethereal, a temper unmatched, a spirit I still can’t quite put my finger on,” he continued. Her eyes snapped open and she gazed at him in wonder with her milky eyes.
“I’m one of you?” She questioned. Something inside her clicked into place. This all felt right; it was the reason she could never shake the memory of this place from her bones.
“Almost,” he smiled warmly. She felt a strange swell in her chest. Then the glass shattered.
“You’re upset,” he stated.
“I don’t belong there, but I don’t belong here either. What am I supposed to do?” She mourned.
In that moment, Taehyung acted on an impulse that he never thought he would fall victim to. For so long, he ignored the soft spot he held in his heart for the girl, but he was done with such control. The hand that had been softly stroking her hair slid to the back of her neck and pulled her to him. He wanted to prove to her desperately that, yes, she did belong. as long as she was with him, she belonged.
When their lips collided, the universe halted for a moment. And then, every supernova exploded into dust. The heat that suddenly appeared fused their bodies together, and she could see the light through her eyelids.
He pulled away after a short second, much to her dismay. They looked at each other as if seeing the other for the first time.
“What was that?” She whispered.
“I don’t know,” his thumbs came to caress her soft cheeks. “But I think I’d like to experience that forever.”
He leaned in again, recapturing her lips with his. To his satisfaction, she responded with as much vigor as he did. The feelings that had been growing for the past decade suddenly swelled, and the two reveled in each other’s bodies.
“Where are the other creatures?” She questioned while he worked on her neck.
“We’re alone, at least for now. They don’t come unless I call them,” he explained.
“Good. That means I have you all to myself,” she tugged him as close to her as space would allow. She had never felt like this. She never knew she could. He only let a soft sigh at her words, continuing his assault of her glowing skin.
For her whole life she felt like a caged animal, pacing at the fence. Her body felt completely free from any restraints, and it felt as if heavy shackles were finally dropping off one by one.
“Taehyung. I want you,” she spoke shyly. As he moved his lips further and further down her chest, she tugged at the golden strands on his head. His hands weren’t doing much other than holding their heated bodies together, but she didn’t mind. The embrace felt good to her untouched body.
“Good,” he gave a light nip to the skin above her breast. “Because you can have all of me. Forever,” he laved his tongue over the small hickey. She threw her head back, letting out a long sigh. All of her nerves were on fire, alighted everywhere he touched her.
In one smooth movement, her dressed was ripped from her body. She never expected a nymph to be so strong, but it created a sharp spark in the pit of her stomach. She had never before noticed the rippling muscles in his arms, now on display because his white garments were mussed.
He ascended on her once more, kissing and licking and nipping at any piece of skin that was exposed. He took a moment to lay her down in the soft grass, and positioned himself to lay over her and between her legs.
His crown of flowers was crooked to the side, and he looked utterly adorable as he gaped down at her. With a small giggle, she removed it from his head to replace it on hers.
“Wow, you’re so beautiful,” he smoothed his hands up and down her bare waist.
“You’re quite the sight to behold as well,” her hand cupped the side of his face lovingly.
“Can I take care of this?” He asked as he fondled the strap of her undergarments. She nodded. He treated her like the finest porcelain, caressing her body with the lightest feather touches. Everywhere his fingers touched, light and warmth blossomed across her.
He delicate removed the rest of the fabric from her, and she shivered as the grass tickled her naked body. She tugged at the white robes on him, pulling it off of his shoulders before placing delicate kisses there. He got the signal and snapped his fingers. The material began to dissipate into the air around them, turning in golden light particles that floated through the warm summer air.
The both of them were bare for each other, their skin reflecting the sun that shone through the leaves.
She couldn’t help herself as her eyes flicked downwards. Even with her less annoying suitors, she never gave her body to them. Nothing could ever replace the space that Taehyung filled in her mind. She’d been waiting for this for a long time now.
He was fully erect, thick and long with precum already leaking from the tip. As he moved towards her, it bobbed against his stomach and she gulped. She knew how this was supposed to work, but he was big. She had no idea how he was going to fit.
He saw the nervousness in her eyes and kneeled down between her legs again. He took her in his arms again, placing soft kisses all over her cheeks and eyelids.
“I’ll go slow, okay?” He pulled a fraction away from her. There she could see his chocolate brown eyes with flecks of golden shimmer in them. They were so warm and ensuring that she trusted him with all her heart.
“Just look at me,” he cooed. She calmed herself with a slow breath out and held his eyes. They were deep and inviting, and she didn’t find it hard to keep the contact. While she focused on him, he carefully guided himself to her puckered entrance. He pushed past her slick folds, pushing the head of himself into her warmth.
The immediate pressure on the most sensitive part of him made his teeth clench, and the vein popped out of his neck. She was not so much in pleasure. Her head fell back as she let out a loud cry. Already, she felt as if she was being ripped in half. Her core rapidly pulsed around him in both protest and lust. He quickly pushed her arms to the grass to hold back her clawing hands. He desperately fought for control over himself and the current situation.
“Taehyung!” She cried. “It hurts! You don’t fit! It hurts!”
“Just a bit farther, love,” he gritted through his teeth. What she hadn’t notice through her flailing was that every single movement caused him so slip a little further into her. The result was him already almost hilt deep inside of her velvet walls. “You’re doing amazing. You feel amazing,” he added.
The tears that had begun streaming down her face halted their production. She wrenched open her squeezed shut eyelids to look at the nymph above her. His head was tilted back ever so slightly, exposing the veins in his neck. His mouth was open slack and his eyes were shut lightly. Only then did she really realize the impact she was having on him.
“Taehyung,” she cooed, reaching to stroke the skin on his hipbone. “You can go deeper. It’s alright. I’m alright,” she soothed. In actuality, it hurt like hell, but the satisfaction she gained from his pleasure outweighed the pain.
He let out a strangled moan and sunk the rest of the way into her. She had to bite back the cry that bubbled in her throat, instead digging her fingers into his hips. The both of them had a thin coat of sweat glazed over their bodies, and the summer heat didn’t aid either.
Taehyung slouched down to hold her tight against him and bury his face in the crook of her neck. He placed sloppy kisses on the junction of skin, content for the moment in simply being connected so intimately to her. That deep satisfaction didn’t last for long though.
“(Y/N), love, can I move?” He choked out. The burning pain between her thighs was slowing fading to a dull ache. She no longer felt as if he was hurting her, but a fullness took its place.
“Yes, I think so,” she murmured. The feeling was different now, and she was unsure.
Taehyung placed his hands on either side of her head, anchoring his feet to slowly slide his hips back and then forward again, creating a slick popping noise in the quiet clearing.
“Oh!” She released, her hands suddenly coming up to wrap around his torso.
“What is it? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. He whole body froze and he stilled inside her.
“Yes… That felt… Good,” the end of her sentence was capped off with a breathy moan.
“Good, that’s good,” he huffed. He smile broke out on his face, and she swore it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He was sunshine, surrounding and cocooning her in light. He leaned to place a kiss on her forehead and then eyelids. He pulled his hips back again, pushing into her slowly before finding a smooth rhythm.
Each thrust of his hips pushed her into the grass, and he enjoyed seeing her breasts bounce back with his force.
The friction was delicious and she let out another breathy moan. His hips stuttered at the glorious sound spilling from her rosy lips. He swore he never saw something as beautiful as the sweaty, pink, half-girl beneath him. The thought only spurred him on and he gave a particularly harsh thrust into her. The sound of euphoria echoed out of both of their lips: his because he reached new depths, hers because he brushed against a spot she didn’t know about.
“Taehyung! Right there!” She urged him on. The sweat dribbled down the side of his face, and she eagerly craned her neck to lap at the small droplet. He was salt and sunshine, sweet and bitter all at once.
For just a moment, she allowed her gaze to slip down to where the two of them were connected. The sight almost made her eyes roll back in pleasure, the both of the slick and pink from one another. Her nails scratched softly at his tanned skin, earning her a soft whimper.
While his one arm held him up, muscles bulging, his other snake down between them to find her clit and rub long, hard strokes over it. Her moans became sharper and she mewled, the feeling almost too much. He was careful not to touch her sensitive bud directly, keeping the hood over her most responsive cherry.
The result of his touches and thrusts had her vision blurring, and she fought to create a coherent sentence.
“I think,” she gurgled. “I think I’m close,” her hand absently and weakly pushed at the fingers that stroking to intensely over her most sensitive area. He brushed her hand away like a fly, eager to get her there before him. The searing pleasure was too much for her, yet her body yearned for more of it, more of the aching satisfaction that seemed just over the horizon.
“Come on, (Y/N)-ah. You’re almost there, baby. You can let go. You can let go.”
And she did. She let everything go: every pent up emotion, hate, feeling. They oozed away with her orgasm like water disappearing down a sink drain.
Her whole body convulsed with the waves of pleasure as she let out a harsh shriek. The feeling of one million burning suns spread through her bones and tissues. Such warmth and happiness flooded her veins, and she continued to make small sounds as the pleasure worked its course. Her hand pushed harder at his fingers that still worked lazily over her clit. Her swollen, well-fucked heat was sensitive and she stopped his ministrations.
Her gave a few, last strokes before coming undone. For a moment, her and Taehyung were one being as he let himself dissolve too. His body plastered itself to her, his hips weakly rutting into her to prolong the pleasure. His breathing came out in short, husky moans as he too lapped at the sweat beads on her neck. He stayed enveloped in her for as long as he could until she made a small sound of protest at his heavy form. He rolled off of her, quick to pull her body back into him.
The flower crown now laid crooked on her head, and he gave her a warm smile before fixing it.
“You can stay with me,” he whispered, breaking the silence. The offer was bold, and even Taehyung was surprised at his bravery. “With us. We’d be happy to have you,” he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Okay,” she agreed.
White ribbons wove themselves from the soft greenery they laid on, cocooning them together into a warm bundle. She knew in that moment that she had never been more loved or safe.
“By the way, I think this belongs to you,” he produced an old, rusty tiara from somewhere around him. The small crown, still adorned with crystals sat daintily in his hand. She took it from him, examining it for a minute before tossing it back as far as she could.
“I don’t need that anymore. All I need is you,” she snuggled into his side.