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My first fic is over! It’s been a fun, learning ride.

You can read it here

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When Angels Fall

Throwing it back tonight to the very first story I ever wrote. It was just something I wanted to get off my chest in the wake of TROS, and turned out to be the gateway that would ultimately lead me to start writing As Stars Through Our Souls. The sequel that followed When Angels Fall is something I’m really very proud of, especially the epilogue. Who knew what punching out my feelings on the keyboard after watching Ben Solo die would lead to.

ASTOS is my baby, my pride & joy...but this was my first.

The Dark was full of terrors, but Ben had faced them down too many times to shrink from them now. There was comfort in the familiar, no matter its menace, even when the 'better alternative' was within reach. Though he'd been made to suffer for it, the Dark Side had embraced him as he'd never been by those who'd proselytized the virtues of the Light. He'd grown strong, realizing what he could accomplish beyond the strictures of an order of terrified old men. As the Dark's disciple, he'd become something great and his ascension had instigated the awakening of his equal within the Force.

Whatever the cost, however he may mourn the deeds that led him to this point, Ben would never regret that it had brought Rey into his life.

NCT Haechan

Swimmer!Haechan

Haechanxoc

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“Don’t tell anyone,” he made her promise. She was heartbroken at what he had just told her. What else did she expect though? This was the guy she’d known for the longest time and she should’ve known better than anyone else.

She sluggishly walked through the swimming pool. Something calming yet at the same time terrifying about it. Memories from Summer PE resurfaced and she grimaced. He walked out of the changing room and it was hard to ignore the slight discomfort as he carried his bag on his shoulder.

“You need to get it checked out,” she demanded as she took his bag from him and slipped it over her own shoulder. He ignored her comment and it made her pissed.

“Hyuck,” she ordered firmly and he only shook his head to show her he didn’t want to talk about it. She sighed and gave in. He wasn’t going to change his mind right now. She needed to pick a different approach.

They got to his house and stayed in the car. Although she thought he’d want to escape her questioning gaze, they just awkwardly sat there and stared straight ahead.

“Hyuck,” she whispered softly as she finally turned in his direction and he hesitantly met her gaze. He knew the conversation would be coming any time soon.

“Please,” she whispered out pleadingly and something in Hyuck’s heart broke. Seeing her like that, so powerless and hopeless. It was even worse that he was the one who caused that.

She grabbed the hand closest to her and held it in both of hers. She brought it up to her forehead and began to sniff. She was on the verge of tears and she didn’t even try to hide it.

“Stop crying,” He urged as he tried pulling his hand away from her reach. She held on tight, though.

“We need to get it checked out! What if it’s something horrible. If you need rest, please rest. Things could get worse,” She exhales shakily and scared of all the what ifs running through her head.

Meet me at the swimming pool so we can go home together.

Okayyy~

She walks to the pool excitedly after packing all her books up in the library. She had stayed after to study and Hyuck had stayed after to practice his swimming.

She walks into the area, not expecting to see him still in the pool, swimming laps. But what was more surprising was the bruise forming on his left shoulder. His whole shoulder seemed to be shades of purple and green. Her mouth drops and she quickly runs to the edge of the pool.

“Hyuck,” She calls out and he looks up from across the pool. His eyes widen and he quickly grabs a towel and exits the pool. He‘s struggling although he tries to hide it.

“I’ll be out in five,” He says and tries to run into the boys changing room but she catches up to him before he can.

“What happened?” She asks and she raises her hand about to touch it but then retracts it. She’s too scared to cause him any more pain.

“I was fake wrestling with Renjun, and he slammed me into the floor,” He replies, not meeting her eyes and her worried gaze transforms into an angry one.

“You need to get it checked out,” She orders and she is pissed. Why the hell is he here swimming when he’s clearly not in the position to do so? Who the hell does that? Why didn’t he tell her about it?

Then he pleads for her not to tell anyone about what she just saw as if it’s not a big deal.

“Okay, tomorrow,” He says and she shakes her head no.

“Right now,” She says and Hyuck bickers with her about the late hour, but she does not care. He needs to know what’s wrong as soon as he can, and right now is the soonest he can.

Hyuck finally caves in. She drives to the nearest clinic and they walk through the emergency room. She’s with him throughout the whole ordeal. Even when he’s getting the check up. It breaks her heart whenever she sees Hyuck flinch from the stretching they have him do.

“We’ll get the x-rays out in about half an hour, feel free to wait here. I’m sure it’s just swelling and inflammation,” the nice doctor says before exiting the room.

She sits beside Hyuck and places his hand in her own two. She leans on his uninjured shoulder and waits for him to say something.

“I was scared.” He begins to speak and Luna is all ears for him. “I didn’t want to stop practicing. There’s no time for that. We have to start off the season strong, and this isn’t the right way to do so. I didn’t want to worry. And I didn’t want anyone else to worry either. Especially you,” He finishes and leans his own head on hers.

“Hyuck, I’m here for you to make me worry. I’m sure I’ll make you worry some time too, please don’t ever keep things like this from me again,” I say and place a small kiss on his shoulder. He places a feather soft kiss on top of my head and we wait for the results.

“You have a small tear in your tendon. Shoulder tendonitis. It was made worse with whatever impacted your shoulder that hard, you’re gonna need a lot of rest, pain killers, and icing it is very important,” the doctor explains as he looks at Hyuck.

“I’m a swimmer, how long will it take for this injury to heal?” He asks with a slight tremble in his voice. She places a reassuring hand on his thigh and gives it a slight squeeze.

“These things take a while to heal. It could be two to four weeks. Just make sure you’re stretching and if you’re really eager to make it heal. Go to physical therapy, although that probably won’t be necessary. Yours isn’t too bad. I’d say you can get it out of your life in two weeks if you do everything I tell you to,” the doctor says as he looks at Hyuck seriously and with a hint of pity.

Hyuck sighs but she can’t tell if it’s from relief or from stress. She hopes it’s the former.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you stretch everyday and I’ll make sure you get your painkillers. If you want to do physical therapy, I'll accompany you,” she says as she leans down and forces Hyuck to meet her eyes. His head was down and staring at the floor, so she had to kneel on the floor.

Hyuck nods and she embraces him softly. Trying her best to not touch his injured shoulder. He’s breaking down in front of her.

“Don’t worry, this’ll be over in no time. It’s only one of the many obstacles you’re going to have to face,” she continues to soothe him and Hyuck begins to wet her shirt, but she doesn’t mind.

“Thank you, doctor,” she says and smiles at the doctor.

“Where can we pay?” She asks and the doctor smiles.

They end up arguing for a good ten minutes until they settle on a fifty fifty bill. She knew that Hyuck was pretty mad about that, but she wanted to pay for half, and she wasn’t giving in any time soon.

Hyuck is able to recover in two and a half weeks and the bruise is gone as if it were never there. Swimming practices had begun but he hadn’t missed anything too big. The best part about the whole ordeal was having her by his side.

no surprise here, it’s another amazing idea from the lovely @kerwritesthings! i actually love talking about the writing process myself but i am always interested in the stories behind other authors so i’m excited about this!

the first fic i ever wrote for this boy is Hold Still. just a little over 2k words, it was my first taste of this style/side of writing and clearly i haven’t left since.

ironically now, i think the whole idea is extremely cheesy but that piece is almost two years old (that’s crazy) so for a first try, i give it some credit. of course, the whole fic is full of fluff and soft interactions which have seemed to become my norm in most of my more recently written fics but it truly all started here with the idea of shawn falling for someone he met at a photoshoot. really the most random idea that i decided to take on and write, but i’m so glad i did!

Before I get into my dream, I just wanted to say this first. This is my very first time posting something like this, let alone the first time ever writing something like this. I have never been confident to write and post my writing. Ever. This is my first. So please bear with me and excuse any grammar/spelling errors. I’m sorry if the writing is not interesting or words seem redundant, again, first time writer here. But I do thank you for reading it and maybe get some joy out of it. Now on to my dream...

Last night I had this dream where both Sam and Bucky wanted me! In my dream, I was in the club and I was wearing a white, flowing, fairy-like dress. Sam was sitting in a private lounge booth that had other people, who I didn’t recognize, sitting around him. I was pretty confident and flirty in my dream, which I’m not that much in real life, so I walked straight up to the booth and say done next to Sam. I can tell Sam was already liking me because he was staring at me with such interest and suggestive hints. Sam was whispering me to get out of the club so I just got up and walked away. As I walked away, the scene changed from a club to kind of like a store with aisles of random things like books, clothes, makeup, food, like a one stop shop place.

Well, Sam followed me and I was giving him a good chase going through the aisle with the both of laughing and giggling. Sam was asking me questions like what’s my favorite color. At some point in my dream, I was introduced to Bucky and he was like borderline dark!Bucky because he was smirking and looked like he wanted to devour me and I wanted him to. Somehow Bucky and I were alone, sitting in one of the back aisle. We weren’t doing anything sexually physically because we were sitting across from one another but our looks to each other says otherwise. Then a moment later, Sam comes out of nowhere, extends his hands to help me up, like the perfect gentleman he is, and gets all possessive of me and jealous of Bucky because he is with me. I think Sam knew Bucky was interested in me, so Sam went off on Bucky! Telling him to back off, that he saw me first and that I was his. Me, being a total confident and flirty little nymph in my dream, I stepped a little closer to Sam while he was arguing to Bucky because I wanted Sam to wrap his arms around me in a possessive manner to make Bucky jealous and that’s exactly what happened. I was smirking internally at this! But I think Bucky knew what I was doing because he seemed nonchalant about Sam yelling to him about me but that didn’t stop Bucky feeling jealous that Sam had his arms wrapped around me.

So while they were talking to one another about me, I walked away and did some shopping in this store (I was looking at some sexy panties thinking of which ones Sam would like and which ones Bucky would like) but all the while keeping my eyes on the two sexy boys. After a while, Sam approaches me and I quickly tell him to go wait in line with the things I wanted to purchase because the line was long and I told him I will be right there and that I needed to go to the bathroom and get a couple of more things. So Sam goes to wait in line, while I pretended to walk to the bathrooms but in reality, I went to find Bucky. I find him, I walked up to him, and whispered something in his ear. I don’t remember exactly what I whispered to him but I’m sure it was something really flirty, probably along the lines “I like you. I’ll be seeing you around.” After I whispered something to him, I kissed his cheek and I literally could feel his slight beard stubble on my lips! I backed away from him, smirking my lips at him, gave him a wink, and walked back to Sam.

This story is a one-shot fic that centers around my take on Prince Sigegar's first impression of Kanisa during the events of the Glacier's Forge arc by @ridersoftheapocalypse.

This is my FIRST-EVER attempt at writing any kind of fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: some of the events in this fic, including the explicit sexy times, are based on artwork by @s-kinnaly.

Characters in the story are the creation of the brilliant minds of @ridersoftheapocalypse, @mrneighbourlove, and @s-kinnaly.

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Ever since Sigegar laid eyes on Kanisa, the eldest son of Uskar’s High King Torbjorn and his queen, Brigritta, could not stop thinking of her. From the very first time she had set foot in the Grand Hall, time seemed to stop all surrounding motion as he gazed at the lovely sight walking past the throng of guests before stopping to greet the High King and Queen.

As he witnessed their exchange of greetings, Sigegar could not help being captivated by the Hyrule princess’s beauty as she introduced her brother and sister-in-law to his parents.

When she spoke, her smile shone radiantly with every word her lips formed and though he couldn’t hear her speak, he imagined her voice to be sweet and gentle.

Kanisa was absolutely gorgeous. The mauve-colored dress she was wearing was plain but accentuated her supple figure perfectly, kissing the curves of her body and boasting a neckline low enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. Her long and wavy red hair looked soft enough to run his fingers through, and the way her hips swayed with every movement made him weak in the knees.

Kanisa stood at six-foot-five and was taller than most Direnor females by Uskarian standards. She's perfect, Sigegar’s mind whispered to him. The females he had dated were nothing compared to the Hyrule princess, whose red hair and skin color stood out amongst the sea of dark hair and pale blue skin.

Although Kanisa’s skin was a dark olive-brown – a stark contrast to his own – Sigegar still found her breathtaking, especially as her golden eyes marvelled at the beauty of the Grand Hall.

His train of thought, however, was interrupted for a brief second the moment Vidar walked in, arms crossed and looking upset as he moved to stand beside Kanisa.

While Kanisa looked cheerful, Vidar had a rather distant aire about him, a frown plastered on his normally-neutral face. He wondered what had caused the Hersir to display such a pitiful expression. Then again, he didn’t care why. He wasn’t particularly fond of Vidar, considering him inferior and perhaps even weak because he was not of royal blood.

“There you are,” Ragnvald mused to himself as he strode toward his elder brother.

Sigegar appeared to be deep in thought. He had not heard his brother approach but was startled as soon as Ragnvald slapped his shoulder.

“Hey, what was that for?” Sigegar asked, rubbing the area his younger brother had touched then turning to see him smiling.

“Nothing, really. I happened to spot you from across the Hall looking all googly-eyed as soon as Princess Kanisa entered the room."

"I do not make 'googly-eyes'," Sigegar retorted.

"Says you," Ragnvald chortled with a wink.

Sigegar rolled his eyes and snorted, his gaze wandering back to the red-headed beauty.

Ragnvald paused before continuing. "You are aware that she’s married, right?”

“Obviously, if that ring on her finger means anything. But that doesn’t mean I can’t look," Sigegar snapped in defense as he crossed his arms in annoyance and observed Kanisa introducing her brother and his wife to Bjarke, Jarl Brynjolf, and Angorn.

The second-born son of the High King and Queen only laughed at his brother’s response. “Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Ragnvald jested as he put his arm around his brother’s shoulders.

Sigegar glared at his brother. Ragnvald, still smiling, raised both hands in defeat as he chuckled. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But don’t stare for too long. You know how aggressive animals can get when it comes to protecting their mates.”

Sigegar shrugged his shoulders knowing very well what his brother meant.

"Who said she needed any protecting? I'm not doing her any harm by just looking."

And dreaming, his mind added.

As the evening progressed, Sigegar grew bored from just watching Kanisa. However, fortune smiled upon him as she excused herself to get a drink at the bar. He took it upon himself to converse with her and made a bee line to where she was with Ragnvald right behind him.

As soon as Vidar caught sight of Sigegar walking toward his wife, he bristled in anger. Vidar was not fond of Sigegar either, recalling the time Angorn nearly drowned because Sigegar made no motion to save him.

Ragnvald, keen on emotion, sensed Vidar's rage as his brother attempted to speak to Kanisa. She turned her head in time to see the rather tall Direnor greet her.

"Hello, Princess Kanisa. It's been a while. How have you been?"

Before she could respond, Sigegar took her hand and kissed it. "It's a pleasure.. to meet you," he purred as he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles before releasing her hand.

With a blush on her cheeks, Kanisa bowed to the two princes. "It's good to meet you as well, Sigegar. Yes, it has been a while, Ragnvald. Kerugan keeps me busy. Being the mother of a fussy infant can be demanding, but I wouldn't trade it for anything."

A smile formed across Kanisa's face as she thought of her baby boy, who was currently at home in the care of Vidar's parents.

Noticing the kiss that Sigegar placed on his sister's hand, Covarog whispered something to his wife then walked over to join the trio.

A loud "ahem" snapped her out of her reverie as she turned to see Covarog standing next to her with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh! Forgive me. This is my elder brother, Covarog, King of Hyrule."

Covarog bowed then eyed both men up and down and expected them to cower, but the three of them were all practically the same height, save for Sigegar, who was three inches shorter.

King or not, Sigegar was the least bit intimidated by the Gerudo male standing in front of him.

Ragnvald extended his hand, and Covarog did the same, as both men exchanged pleasantries. Not wanting to appear rude, Sigegar took Covarog's hand and gripped it in a firm handshake.

Once he felt that neither man was a threat to his sister, Covarog walked back to Zarazu and resumed his mingling.

Kanisa breathed a sigh of relief after her brother left.

"My brother is very protective of me," she apologized as she looked at the brothers. "Moreso now that I no longer live in Hyrule."

"But you have your husband to protect you and your son," Ragnvald stated matter-of-factly.

Kanisa gave him a weak smile. "I suppose you are correct." Uncertainty filled her mind as she reflected on the argument she and Vidar had earlier that day.

Kanisa paused briefly before uttering another apology. "I'm sorry, but I have to get going. Kerugan has difficulty falling asleep when I'm not there."

With that, she bowed and bid the two brothers farewell.

As Sigegar watched her retreating form, he felt a twinge of disappointment.

As the night ended, Sigegar walked back to his home. Opening the door, he took off his furs and set them on an ottoman under the living room window. He took off his boots next, placed them by the foot of the stairs, and proceeded to walk up to his room. Once he entered, he divested himself of his clothes and stared at his reflection in the mirror, marveling at the various battle scars that adorned his arms and chest. With a smirk, he turned and strode toward his bed not bothering to put on any undergarments.

As he lay himself down, Sigegar couldn't help but reflect on the night's events, which he spent mostly watching Kanisa from afar. He recalled Ragnvald mentioning Vidar's name, followed by the slight uncertainty in her response. Then he remembered the expression on Vidar's face as he entered the Grand Hall and stood next to Kanisa.

"You are aware that she's married, right?"

His conscience reprimanded him, echoing the words his brother asked earlier.

He shot back.

"But that doesn't mean I can't look."

Satisfied with his mental response, Sigegar drifted off to sleep. Moments later, the prince tossed and turned, his head moving from side to side.

Though he did not wake, it appeared as if he was dreaming. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead as the prince's body responded unconsciously to the events in the dream.

Kanisa was naked, a fur blanket obscuring her partially-covered bottom half but revealing her round and pert breasts. They were the perfect size, pliant yet large enough to fit in his hands. Her nipples and areolas were a bit darker than the rest of her skin but were just as enticing.

Standing in front of her, Sigegar made motion to remove his clothing slowly. As he worked on pulling his top off, Kanisa was mesmerized at the sight of his abdominal muscles contracting with every move of his body.

Following the bottom of his shirt, her glance moved up to his pecs, which flexed as his arms removed the last vestiges of his top.

Her cheeks reddened just like they did when she accidentally happened upon her eldest brother in the bath. Fortunately for him, she could only see his top half.

Noticing her flushed cheeks, Sigegar did the same with his trousers. Kanisa stared at him while he tantalizingly unbuttoned them, her eyes following the happy trail leading toward his nether region.

Once his trousers slid down his muscular legs, her eyes went wide, revelling at the sight of his now-hardened manhood.

Sigegar stepped out of his trousers and made his way to Kanisa, grabbing her face tenderly as he gave her lips a heated kiss.

The fur blanket dropped to the floor as they kissed each other with wanton desire, tongues dueling for dominance.

Amidst their steamy liplock, Kanisa grasped his hardened member and began to stroke it.

"Aaahh.. hmmm," Sigegar moaned in his sleep.

"Nngh.. Kanisa," he sighed.

Licking his lips, Sigegar thrashed his head to one side as the dream continued.

Feeling the heat course through his veins, Sigegar kissed Kanisa with more ferver, lifting her and carrying her bridal-style to his bed.

As he gently laid her on the bed, Sigegar began kissing her neck and making his way down her body while his hands fondled her breasts and teased the nipples into hardened peaks. He kissed the valley of her breasts before licking the nipple of one with the tip of his tongue then suckling it. Turning his attention to the other breast, he repeated the same action.

Kanisa moaned as he rained butterfly kisses down her taut body until he reached her womanhood, spreading her legs wide for what was about to happen.

Kneeling between her thighs, Sigegar wasted no time and laved her clit until he felt her legs shake. Using the tip of his tongue once more, he teased her swollen nub by drawing circles around it, repeating the motion several times until her hips began to buck.

With one last lick, Sigegar darted his tongue into her womanhood and wiggled it. When his tongue wasn't inside her, he kept the momentum going by alternating between sucking and licking her clit, feeling his bearded chin drenched in her juices with each strafe of his tongue. He then inserted his middle and ring fingers and crooked them both upward, applying pressure to her G-spot as he moved his hand in and out with a quick and steady motion.

Kanisa moaned loudly, her mouth forming an 'O' as she palmed and squeezed her breasts.

Hearing her moans made Sigegar hard with lust. He stopped what he was doing for a quick moment, stood up, and exchanged places with Kanisa. As he lay on the bed, he motioned for them to assume a sixty-nine position.

Grasping her ass cheeks, he resumed licking her pussy while teasing and sucking her clit. Catching on quickly, Kanisa grabbed his shaft and began to stroke it. Once she put her mouth on his tip and started sucking, Sigegar hissed and inhaled sharply. He tried to continue his ministrations, but her talented mouth assaulted his member sinfully, licking up and down the shaft with the flat of her tongue before laving the sensitive ridges of the engorged mushroom-shaped head.

Kanisa was so focused on what she was doing that Sigegar almost forgot to breathe, grabbing the sheets with his hands and bunching them in his fists. With his heart pounding, he squeezed his eyes shut and cursed under his breath, feeling like he was about to explode.

Before he could do so, he moved out from under Kanisa quickly and knelt behind her. Using one hand, he guided his still-hardened member to her glory hole and rammed himself into her sopping wet entrance. She was very tight and felt amazing as her vaginal walls contracted with every hard thrust.

Sigegar could feel and hear his heavy sac slapping against her womanhood as he concentrated on bringing them both pleasure.

Turning Kanisa on her back, Sigegar re-entered her delicious pussy and continued to thrust into her. As he did, he stared down at the woman currently in the throes of pleasure, her hair fanned around her flushed face.

"Aaah.. ohhh.. hmmm," Kanisa moaned as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Grasping her hips tightly, Sigegar pounded into her pussy, slamming into her heavenly sheath repeatedly with brute force.

"Aaahh.." Sigegar groaned. Still asleep, his mind continued to fan his lust with images of Kanisa writhing beneath him.

Gods, she was so damn beautiful.

He was so close to cumming that he sped up his movements until his hips jerked. With one last look at her and a final thrust, he let out a long and loud groan..

Panting heavily, Sigegar snapped open his eyes. He looked around the empty room to find no trace of Kanisa. Frustrated, he rubbed his face with both hands and realized it was all a dream. However, a rather large problem made itself known as it protested against the confines of the fur blanket. Looking down, Sigegar let out a heavy sigh.

"Great, now I have to take care of this," he muttered under his breath.

Sliding the blanket down, he exposed his manhood and ran his hand over his balls then moved his fingers upward to feel the veins covering his shaft.

Once he reached the swollen head, his finger rubbed over the slit, feeling a bead of slippery liquid escape. He closed his eyes then grasped his shaft and started jerking himself slowly.

As images of Kanisa flooded his mind once more, he sped up his movements and concentrated on her face, her eyes boring into his in a lustful daze.

Sigegar began panting as he envisioned himself kissing the nape of her neck, one hand fondling a breast and the other in between her legs. He imagined her moaning relentlessly as she moved her arm backward to grab at his hair.

He could feel the impending explosion as his toes tingled, working its way upward to the base of his spine.

As it neared, Sigegar furiously pumped his manhood, seeking release. The moment he felt it, he heaved his chest upward as warm, white ejaculate sprayed all over his abdomen.

"Nnnghh.. aaarghh!" Sigegar almost yelled. Slowing down his pumps, two more spurts of ejaculate landed on his chest.

Panting very heavily, heart stammering in his chest, Sigegar was drained. He could barely move a muscle, let alone lift a finger.

Looking up at the ceiling, he whispered, "Shit.." into the night air.

A fanfic - Midnight Chat

This is a little fic of how I think Teresa and James scene will go / takes place after Devon attacks Teresa’s Winery based on what I’ve seen from the promo

The song that played in my head while writing this is Heart of Stone by IKO

‘Midnight Chat’

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Teresa opens the door to her room places her gun on her night stand and flops on bed barely able to keep her eyes open. She pinches her nose and takes in a deep breath. Pote out for the night said he needed a drink. Teresa agreeing and saying James would be at the house and everything would be fine.

Memories flash behind her eyes and the people she’s lost.

Her thought begin to take over... on who’s she’s lost-

Guero

Brenda

Herself in some degree.

She then pictures the man she shot in the hotel back when they were stealing from some men from Florida. The maid she tied up and promised she wouldn’t be hurt, but then like most of her own situations she tried to control she doesn’t and her life was torn apart much like her own...

Too consumed by her thoughts she sits up in hope to shake the memories of who she was to who she’s now become.

She was no. Is stronger for it.

Teresa then hears the light tap of footsteps on the hardwood floor. She reaches for her gun off of her night stand only to see James at her door leaning on the frame, wearing his blue hoodie similar to the one in Malta.

God she was so worked up tonight.

***cue Heart of Stone by IKO****

“Hey” she says. Almost unable to smile, but it seems lately he’s always been able to give her one.

“You alright?” He replies.

Seems to be his catch phrase, not that she minded. Enjoyed it even.

Teresa pauses before she answers meeting his eyes noticing he’s not wearing his sunglasses, also making a mental note he hasn’t been wearing them as much lately. “yeah I think so”.

She can tell he knows she’s lying. James has a smirk on his face. Almost like he knows she’s tying to be tough just for him.

“Today was a pretty intense night, almost lost the winery...” he continues but trails off at the end. Almost like he going to say “almost lost me”.

Teresa takes a deep sigh in again. This time through her nose trying to keep herself from breaking again.

James walks over the the bed and sits next to her. Their knees inches from touching. He then looks her in the eye.

His gaze so strong she could feel her cheeks beginning to heat, luckily the lighting was dim.

“Teresa..” james says softly, she closes her eyes, unable to look at him. Trying to keep together the hard exterior she’s created of herself.

She can feel James hand on her should offering some comfort. He doesn’t seem as distant as he did back at the shrine in Dallas, his hands felt unsure then. Now there firm yet offering a warm comfort and sure.

James looks at her then. “Why did you offer your life for mine, when all I’ve done these past months is hurt you?”

She could see in his eyes hurting her, was also hurting him.

The question took her off guard but brought many memories and emotions to the surface.

She needs to get this off her chest, she’s kept all her feelings bottled up to long...

She opens her eyes and looks at James her exterior building again as she takes another breath in composing herself.

“Back in Culiacán, before I even met Guero-” Teresa could feel James tense up at the mention of his name but she continues.

“I’ve always just had to take care of myself. But as I came into Guero’s world I then realized it’s not just me anymore but another person to worry for to wonder if they are going to come home or not-“ she catching herself feeling tears well up.

“Even after when he was gone, I had Brenda and Tony to take care of, now it feels like I have even more people on shoulders then I did before, and I except it welcome it even...”

James hand moves to her lower back, and seeing his eyes show empathy.

“-and that scared you?” James asks softly, trying to sound to much like commander asking questions.

Teresa shakes her head and continues “the people you surround yourself around build strength not just in yourself but in those that are also surrounding you”

Teresa shifts herself so she’s sitting cross legged in front of him, he also shifts to face her.

She pulls hair behind her ear and says “so to answer your question, why did I offer my life for yours.... you make me stronger James”.

Teresa can’t tell how James is feeling due to the only lighting being her lamp.

His gaze holds her in place once more, shifting back and forth between her eyes and her mouth, he leans in.

She sits in place, their mouths inches apart. His hands then move up towards her cheek, creating a space where their mouths are inches closer but still apart enough that their breath now shsred between them.

James then leans in further, giving her a light kiss. Teresa’s hands then move up to his face and they both deepen the kiss.

She opens her mouth feeling his tongue caressing her own.

They move to the middle of the bed and she pushed him down and straddles him, James lifts himself up and pulls her closer. Her hand moving up to his hair. A slight moan escapes his lips.

Teresa so lost in the lust doesn’t hear him say “Teresa -I- are you sure?”

She looks into his eyes smiles nodding at the same time.

“Yes” Teresa begins to take off her tank and then takes off James’ hoodie.

He kisses her mouth and begins to slowly move down her cheek and jaw and then to her neck...

A door downstairs opens and closes.

“Eh baby Chapo , principaysa, where you at baby girl! king George has finally arrived”

She can hear James mumble under his breath “shit”

The spell broken instantly, she climbs off of James and pulls on her tank, and wraps a cardigan around herself. James putting his sweater back on. She can still feel his mouth on her neck moving lower.

Why did Geroge have to show up now of all times. As Teresa makes her way down the hallway

“What the shit Bilal we are guests, put that down!”

“Jesus- ah shit I can’t stay mad at ya but I try my darndest but you guys will always be my wild monkeys ahaha!”

Teresa making her way down the stairs James not far behind her, still feeling the heat in her cheeks from moments before.

“Why princepaysa you’re all flushed” George says with a smirk on his face.

Seeing James, I think made George connect the dots.

“Ohhh baby Chapo and principaysa, Bilal see I called it didn’t I”

“Yes my king”

Teresa and James share a look that says the moment between wasn’t just that.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Note: So, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, and it’s just a little imagine. Feedback always welcome. As with most things, I have no idea what I’m doing lol.

Sirius Black gave an annoyed sigh and pushed his hair out of his face. It was rare to see Black in the library, and even more surprising to see him actually studying. You had noticed him sit down at the table next to yours almost immediately, and since his entrance into your peripheral vision he had become quite the distraction, with all his hair flopping and exasperated noises. You couldn’t tell exactly what he was reading, but clearly whatever it was had him frustrated.

“Those words too big for you, Black?” you asked. “I think they keep some early readers behind Madam Pomfrey’s desk. I’m sure you could ask her for them.”

Sirius just glared at you.

“Oh, sod off Y/N,” he said. “You know I can read. If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be running circles around you in defense.”

You rolled your eyes. You and Sirius had bantered like this for years. You appreciated that he could be witty, and you were pretty sure he liked that you gave his sass right back to him.

“Defense is more practical magic than anything else,” you said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Potter teaches you without you having to read a bloody word. I already know that Peter writes all of your essays.”

“Wormtail is a fine bloke,” Sirius mumbled, looking back down at his book. “And, I would note, you didn’t argue about me getting higher marks in defense. Glad to see you at least have a bone of humility in your body.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Always delusions of grandeur.”

Sirius smirked then and looked up at you. “Always,” he said.