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18+ MDNI All majority of my writing is smut unless otherwise noted!!!

Ryland Grace

Pilot Seat

Element of Surprise

Holland March

High Stakes

Healymarch x Reader

(Mostly short drabbles)

Front Seat (Healy)

Morning Sex (March)

Caught (March & Healy)

Shower Sex (March)

Early Bird (March & Healy)

Size Difference (March & Healy)

Driver

Driver's a passenger prince... Gets a handjob (collab thoughts w/ Jude <3)

Court

Soon... c:

Fics written for me by my amazingly talented moots!! I LOVE Y'ALL 🥹💕

Pilot Detected (Ryland) @regalfirebird

Hood of My Car (Driver) @ken-dom

Hollands wife cradles his face between her hands and these lyrics are what she says to him as the two of them stand in the middle of the house engulfed in flames-

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Holland stood there frozen, mouth frantically opening and closing trying say something, anything but the words never came. He stumbles forward, reaching out for one last touch as she slips into the fire with tears in her eyes. His memory of her slowly fades away and the flames quickly consumed him.

He shot straight up in bed, crying out her name as his hands frantically searched the sheets for purchase.

It happened again... the nightmares haunted him never ending like some cruel twisted joke and on this night it seemingly hit him worse than the last. You quickly grab his hand, cold and clammy, and he freezes. His head whips around and locks eyes with you in a panic, scared out of his mind.

"Oh, honey... come here-"

Hollands eyes widen. For a split second he heard his wife's voice in your own but was soon grounded back to reality the moment you pulled him in and felt the warmth of your body.

Holland felt at home in your arms.

His body begins to shake, babbling and sobbing about what had just happened into the crook of your neck. He hates the thought of you seeing him like this, "weak & pathetic." His word, not yours of course, you never saw him that way as the pain of losing someone dear was a subject that was not foreign to you. Grief truly never goes away, it always lays dormant and just like tonight, can quickly rear its head with a force like no other when you least expect it.

There was no fight, no divorce, no "I'm sorry's" and ultimately- no closure. She died tragically and Holland still blamed himself to this day, the what-ifs perpetually clinging around his neck like a noose.

Gently scratching his scalp, you coo, running your fingers back and fourth slowly through his hair until he fell back asleep. Hollands arm wrapped around you tightly even though he was now fast asleep; his body subconsciously afraid you'll slip away from him into the flames too.

Moonlight slipped past the blinds painting your bodies in stripes as you trace your fingertips in circles across his back, an action more soothing to yourself at this point as quiet snores now rumble low in his chest.

As you tilt your head to check on him a glint catches your eye -

His wedding band.

Holland never wanted to admit that he sees a little of her in you every time you smile; the way your eyes sparkle as you laugh and shake your head at his cheesy jokes just like she did. He skirted around the thought and didn't want to make it uncomfortable for you but you knew, never having the heart to tell him.

The way you noticed his hand absently fiddle around with the precious band clinging around his neck every time he watched you smile, or the moment you saw his eyes swell with tears as you slipped her ring on your finger after you found it in the nightstand, thinking it was for you, and it fit perfectly.

Out of respect for his memory of her you choose to leave it for him to bring up those feelings on his own terms- if that day ever comes that is- but you don't mind waiting. Love requires patience too, after all.

Love- you smiled to yourself- I love him very much...