#sersei

When Sersi led the other Eternals to Druig, they all expected you to be right there with him. So they couldn't help but fall curious as the boy stood alone in his home of mind control. "Where's Y/n?" Sersi had asked, one of the first questions to fall from her lips after Druig settled on the current situation.

The boy stood staring at the blank wall ahead of him, the rest of the Eternals seated behind him as they watched, waiting for the pin to drop. "Safe."

A one word answer.

When the group last knew Druig, they could barely get him to shut up about you. The way he would string his winding thoughts together, mini little speeches explaining how your beauty matched against nature itself or how he adored the way your brain thought and worked. He sometimes struggled to find enough words to use. Yet here he stood, one word. Nothing more. Nothing less. But a word of which should have created assurance for the other Eternals had never seemed so worrisome.

"That's not very helpful." Sprite remarked.

Druig didn't reply, he didn't need to so he didn't. "She is okay, isn't she?" Ikaris almost threatened. His tone sounding as if he cared for the girl more than Druig had ever done.

He turned, facing his fellow Eternals, "She's fine."

"Then what aren't you telling us?" Sersi pressed as she analysed Druig's expression, searching for what he wasn't quite saying.

Saying this aloud was proving to be much harder than it had been running the memorises through Druig's own head. To have it spoken meant he could be judged. Whether he believed he knew best for you out of all of them, it didn't matter. The moment he caught a shred of what could be doubt over what he had done, it wasn't going to leave his head. So, the boy paused. He took the time to gaze at each of them, note their expressions before even opening his lips. "A lot of things happened. She took it to heart and if I hadn't done anything- I'm not sure what she might have done." The boy spoke, a long pause following before he broke the ice he was so delicately walking on. "I eased her memory."

They were all silent. The information was certainly not what any of them had been expecting and they fought to find a logical explanation as to why. Though, the only person who knew that was Druig. "God, you are stupid." Gilamesh commented with a huff.

Ikaris shook his head as a scoff fell from his lips and with crossed arms, he looked up at Druig with a deathly gaze. "One of us should have check on the two of you. Should have known you would have done something stupid." He spat, speaking down at Druig without even knowing the full context of what he had done.

"At least I was with her!" Druig fought, with the same harsh scowl written across his expression as was written over Ikaris. "None of you actually cared enough to check on either of us."

"Watch your words, Druig." Ikaris seethed, a threat strung into his words as the two stared back and fourth at another.

If they continued on, Sersi believed they weren't going to get out of this. They weren't going to get Druig on their side and they certainly weren't going to find your location. "What happened?" Sersi questioned, her tone soft compared to Ikaris as she stood from her seat.

Druig calmed just enough to tear his eyes from Ikaris and find the words to recall the event he always wished to forget. "Y/n befriended one of the humans, a young girl. She helped her, showed her funny little tricks and kept the girl from harm." He paused, glancing to the floor as he fought back the bitter memory. "You see, this girl in particular was, struggling. Her family was cruel and until Y/n came into her life, the girl was utterly alone." Another pause, another horrid memory resurfacing. "After a few years, Y/n thought the girl was getting better. Y/n had been the one to find her, she was bleeding, no pulse." Pause, the room filling with that same horrid memory as it settled across each Eternal. "Y/n couldn't help but blame herself. The only thing she hadn't seen coming and it broke her."

Every word Druig spoke seemed to break him just as much. And once he finally finished and looked back up, he felt almost relieved. No judgment stared back at him, only sympathy for the girl he adored. "You sacrificed your love for her happiness." Kingo played back. "It's beautifully depressing. Would make a great storyline for one of my movies."

"You won't be able to make another movie when Earth's gone." Sprite reminded him, a sharp pinch of the reality the group were currently stuck in.

"So you made a fortune teller forget her own past." Gilgamesh spoke, almost making Druig's actions seem stupid now. Yet, the point was ironic considering.

Sersi looked up from the floor, pulling from her thoughts. "How did you even do that?" She queried, a question yet to have passed through the other's heads yet.

"I found a women, not of Earth. She was powerful, powerful enough to erase even the strongest of minds."

"Okay, so where is this women now?" Ikaris added.

Druig could almost laugh at how impossible this was going to be. "She's dead." His words fell flat with the others. You not remember who you were, who they were, it wasn't just effecting you and Druig, it was now going to effect whether Earth survives the emergence.

A sigh came from across the room, "You are stupid then." Gilgamesh confirmed.

"Do you at least know where she is?" Again, Ikaris' words seemed demanding and seem to fall with a threat as he glared at Druig.

The boy had practically laughed back at Ikaris. "Of course I do."

And so, after they fought off the new deviants and mourned the death of Gilgamesh, they followed Druig to where he had kept you safe all these years.

It had been a troublesome few weeks. With half of the population back all at once, things struggled to function as they had done in the blip. Houses were being built as fast as the builders were able to and fishermen were working till they physically couldn't to feed the new half of the village. You kept yourself secluded for most of it. Double the noise. Double the time you spent tossing and turning in your bed.

Which would explain as to why you had fallen asleep snuggled into your living room armchair in the middle of the afternoon. And why you had jumped so much when a knock came at your door. Once the fear settled, you pulled yourself from the chair, chucking the blanket back to the floor.

Valkyrie had hardly been surprised when you pulled the door open, tired eyes starring back at her and scruffy clothes hanging from your body. "Aren't you meant to be busy?" You had asked with a raise brow.

The girl grinned back at you, hands tucked into her pockets. "I am." She paused as she shifted her footing slightly before continuing. "There's a group of people here, asking for you."

"They tourists?"

Valkyrine shook her head, "Nope. They know your name, know who you are and one of them seems to know this place more than just a small village on the coast." That could only scream a red flag.

"But I don't know enough people to know a group of them." You argued, believing that whoever these people were, they were mistaken. Or at least you hoped they were, from the sounds of things, you didn't really want to be dealing with this.

"Just speak to them." Valkyrie pleaded with a glimmer in her eyes. "For me?" She added, a childish smirk pulling at her lips.

You huffed yet straighten your back and tried to pull yourself together just enough for it to be acceptable. "Fine"

And you went to walk out the door, only stopped by Valkyrie's hand pushing you back gently. "You might want to put on some clothes that aren't pyjamas. These people seem pretty serious." You looked back down at your clothing then back up to Valkyrie; you had no idea what you had to do with 'pretty serious'.

But you did as the girl told you, changing into some more suitable clothing and making your way towards the coast line. The sea wasn't too high today, yet high enough that salt air consumed your smell and the waves crashed loudly against the rocks. A group of diverse people stood along the cliff edge. As you stared from a far, you couldn't pin point any one of them. But, as you slowly got closer, one of them stood out among them all.

There must have been almost nine of them. And they were all staring at you.

Something about the group seemed to send alarms off in your head. They're faces familiar, as if their names could fall right off your tongue if you tried hard enough. Before you were able to ask who they were, the centre boy stepped forward in front of the rest. "Y/n," He called, voice drowned in a thick Irish accent and, in way, seeming to comfort your nerves of the unknown figures. "We need to talk to you."

Swallowing, you looked at each of them. Some of them just as confused as you were, other's holding narrow eyes as if trying to work you out and then there was the boy in front of you. Brunette, leather jacket and boots. He looked far from a comfort, but your mind seemed settled, telling you this situation was safe because he was in it.

"Who are you?"

The boy looked back to the ones behind him before glancing back to you. "There's a lot we need to explain." That really hadn't given you much of an answer.

With a quick thought, you gestured your head towards your small cottage that sat close beside the sea front. "This way." You instructed the group before guiding the way back into your home.

To say the least, it was the most people ever packed into your small front room and kitchen. Some scattered around the kitchen table, other's leaning against counters and you rustling around making drinks for each of them. "It's a nice place you have, good view, lovely neighbours." One of them had compliment as his eyes dotted around the room.

You could almost have laughed; your house had never been messier. You never expected guests because you never had any. Yet, here you stood, searching for enough glasses for the group of people which occupied your house. "Thanks, bit of a downgrade from where I use to live though." You remarked. A normal remark but still it seemed to urge a few shared glanced of which you weren't able to interrupt. You walked towards the table, placing down each drink. "Everything okay?" You asked, as a reassurance in reaction to the concerned glances.

"Not quite." The youngest one of them all had commented, leant far from the others against a wall.

Your eyes shot to leather jacket boy, silently asking as to what was meant by that. He sighed, giving the girl a deathly glare as he walked passed. "You should sit, there's a few things to get through." You did as he said, taking a moment to once more look at each of them.

Druig was about to carry on, he had it all planned in his head, the best way to ease your mind into this unpredictable circumstance. Instead, Sersi couldn't help herself, her body on a timer as she faced Arishem herself. "Do you remember anything?" She interrogated, hastily.

You eyes shot to her, question having thrown you straight off. "What- What do you mean?" You were starting to think you were in a dream, almost like the moment when the patient from the Midgardian TV show would wake up from a years long coma, head swirled and thoughts torn apart.

Druig stared back at Sersi, glaring right into her pupils. "Let me do this, okay?" He told them before turning back to you, closer than anyone else in the room. "A lot has happened in the last few days and there's a few things that you can help us with."

Again, you laughed. "What am I going to help you with?" You looked back at the sixth foot tall, muscle man that stood behind, who you believed to be, Ikaris. He barely fit in between the floor and ceiling yet they were asking you for help.

"You'd be surprised." Druig remarked with a smirk, eyes caught up in your own for the first time since the boy had let you go. "Before you had your life on Asguard, you were someone else." He started, tone as soft as it could be as he stared with nothing but gentle eyes. "You were one of-"

"You were an eternal. You still are." The muscly one from afar cut in, breaking what seemed to be turning into an affectionate moment between you and Druig.

Druig huffed, his fist thudding against the wood of the table before he stood up from his chair with just enough force the chair moved slightly with him. "Did you not hear what I said?" He snapped, words dripping in frustration.

"We don't have time for this." The other man said before pushing himself pass Druig to focus on you. "The Earth is currently about to go through the emergence-"

"Ikaris stop it!" Druig fought.

Not that it had mattered, the man went on even with the objections. "This is when a celestial being is going to take the power from the planet and in doing so, will kill every living being in the process. Except us. Except you. Now, if you don't want all your friends that live here to die, then we're going to need your help."

The information kept going. You weren't who you thought you were, the world was going to end, everyone on New Asguard was going to die. You could barely keep up. The words tangled with your thoughts, knotted your mind and before you could even realise it, the air around you seemed to blur and it felt as if you were looking at the world through a mirror. You'd never wanted to escape an situation as badly as you had done then.

"Y/n?" Druig had asked first. When you didn't respond, he forced himself in front of Ikaris, crouching down to your level. "Y/n?" That time it was more desperate, more demanding that you give him some kind of assurance that you were still there.

"Is she alright?" Thena had asked, unusually calmed compared to Druig. Unlike him, Thena remembered you as an Eternal with a head of steel; whatever it was, she believed you to be okay.

All your brain could work out then and there was muddled sayings, a language that almost sounded foreign. It took all you energy just to mutter out a, "Excuse me." And with that, your left your own home in nothing but a hurry.

Druig was left to stare back at an empty space, trying to collect his thoughts. That seemed pointless now. So he jolted, he stood from his place and whipped around to face Ikaris. "Who's the stupid one now?" He queried with a clenched jaw in attempt to hold the other words which fought to speak. Words of which could only worsen a terrible situation.

  The bell at the door jingled merrily as the door was pushed open for the first time that day. You stood on the ladder leaning on the bookshelf you were adding the newest copies to. 

  “Good Morning!” You said cheerfully to whoever walked in. 

  “Mornin’” The man, with a delicious voice and Irish accent, said back to you. As you placed the last book on the shelf, you turned to glance back at the man walking in your direction. But instead of getting a look at him, you felt yourself slipping from the tall ladder as your foot slid unexpectedly from under you. Your hands reached for something to grab and hold onto, to save yourself from the fall, but all you could grip was air.

  You squealed, expecting to feel your back hitting the hard wooden floors. But instead, you felt yourself land in a pair of strong arms and against a firm chest. You looked up to see beautiful blue-gray eyes staring fixedly into yours. Everything stopped. Just for a second. A perfect, wonderful, mesmerizing second. The whole world seemed to stand still. Your breathing was heavy and labored, from shock or awe, you didn’t know.

  The man must have run to catch you because he was breathing heavily too. After a moment, when you both realized you had been in his arms a second or two too long, he awkwardly set you down on your feet. Taking a step back from you, he rubbed his neck and looked down shyly at his feet. “Are you ok then? You should be more careful when you stock your shelves.” He said with a small chuckle.

  “Y-yea I’m fine. Thank you for catching me, I would have had quite the fall if you hadn’t.” You looked him up and down quickly while his gaze traveled around the room. “So, um, is there anything I can help you find today? Or are you just browsing?”

  “Well you see, my friend has become a bit of a regular here. She's a friend of yours. She recommended your lovely shop to me so I thought I would stop by.” You saw him fiddle with his thumbs, clasping his hands together in front of him. “She was right too. It’s beautiful, just like its owner.” At that he looked up shyly at you from the floor, meeting your eyes for the first time since he put you down.

  You could feel your cheeks grow hot at his words. “Oh, I see.” Now it was you who couldn’t meet his eyes. “And uh, who’s your friend?”

  “Her name is Sersi.”

  “Oh, yes, of course. Well, I’m glad you stopped by. Is there anything in particular you’re looking to find?” You ask with a smile.

  “She told me you have a great selection of antique books and collectors editions. I was hoping to check them out.”

  “I see, are you a collector yourself?”

  “No. I just prefer them, there’s just something about them.”

  “Indeed, I enjoy them as well. The smell, wear, even the crinkle of the pages is special. I’ve spent years building the collection and it makes me happy to pass them on to those who will love them until they pass them on, one way or another, to their next caretaker so to speak.” You snapped back to reality after a moment, realizing you had started going off on a tangent about something that this man likely had no interest in. “Sorry, sometimes my passions get the better of me. They’re right this way if you’d like to follow me.”

  He had a light smile on his face, watching you walk away, visibly cringing at yourself for ranting on. He trailed behind you, hands clasped behind his back. You both came to a stop at the very back of the shop. In front of a long tall bookshelf spanning the whole wall. He sighed seeing the books. He could tell how passionate you were, how much you appreciated each book’s history and beauty. Each was placed in the perfect place, creating an array of color, texture, material, and features. Those with special, especially beautiful covers and hues were displayed on stands in the middlemost section of the shelves. 

  His eyes trailed to you, watching the silent awe of your own hard work. He watched your mouth curve into a smile, your eyes crinkle at the corners, the way you bounced slightly on your heels. You were fucking beautiful, he thought. More than he ever thought you would be. 

  When Sersi suggested he come here, he knew it was for more than to browse the selection. When she told him about you offhandedly with that smug look on her face, he knew what she must be thinking. But he never imagined actually being intrigued or attracted to you to such an extent. 

  He looked away quickly when you turned to him, embarrassed to be caught staring. “I’ll leave you alone to browse, if you need any more help let me know. I’m happy to help. Um, I’ll uh be up front at the counter.” You said pointing vaguely towards the way you came before slowly turning and walking away. 

  “Wait.” His own voice surprised him when he spoke, not meaning to. You turned around again and nodded expectantly. “Uh… I didn’t get your name.” He said, searching for something to say that wouldn’t be too awkward. ‘Too late’ he thought.

  You smiled brightly, a twinkle in your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak. “It’s Y/N. Nice to meet you…?” You trailed off.

  “Druig. Call me Druig.” You gave him a small nod with a smile and continued your walk towards the front. He couldn’t help himself looking down at your ass for a second as you walked away before he began inspecting all the books closer with a wide smile.

***

  You flipped through your latest read and sipped from your favorite mug, shaking your head at the clearly misguided actions of the protagonist. You took a long drink but quickly put your mug down seeing Druig approaching.

  “Were you able to find something you like?”

  “Yes actually. If I’m not mistaken, this was binding from the late 1800’s right?” He held up a copy of ‘The Odyssey’ with a golden spine and a greenish cover with cherry blossoms against a deep red section.

  “Yes! That’s actually one of my favorites. Even though it has one of the most beautiful covers in my collection, I keep it kinda hidden among the rest. I just want it to be passed onto someone who will love and care for it the way it deserves. So tell me, Druig… Are you that person?” Your playful smirk made him chuckle and feel something akin to butterflies inside him trying to escape. 

  “I’ll certainly try to be deserving of it. I promise I will take good care of it as long as it’s mine.”

  “That’s all I can ask of you.” You grinned as he paid and laughed lightly with you. 

  You couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your chest as he gazed back at you from the door and sent you a small smile before leaving.

***

  A week later, Druig was back in your shop. Five minutes after you opened the doors, in he came, looking just as, if not more, delicious than when you met him.

  "You were right. Everything was different. The sound, smell, feel, even the fuckin' aesthetic. It felt like a crime to read it casually without a hot drink in some special spot in a particular light." He chuckled softly. 

  This time, he just leaned against the counter laughing with you. If anyone had walked in, they would surely think you two were old friends. 

  "I was actually thinking about something. Was wondering if maybe… if you'd like of course… you'd like to see my small collection? It's not much. But I've spent a long time picking things up here and there. I think there are a few special copies you might appreciate."

  You beamed at his awkwardness and how adorable he was being. "Yeah. I would really really like that. I thought you said you weren't a collector though."

  "I'm not. But I know something special when I find it." His eyes were fixed on yours, almost searching your soul. You felt open, exposed to him in a way you didn't hate.

  You bit your lip with a smirk and nodded, looking down into your coffee. "And how long have you been finding special things?" 

  "Ages. Centuries if you will." Druig’s face looked smug for a reason you couldn't decipher. "Anyways… I need to get going, my friends will never let me hear the end of it if I’m later than even Sersei. I can pick you up here if you'd like, around closing time? Tomorrow maybe?" 

  "Perfect. See you then Druig." 

  Slowly, he pushed himself off the counter. Walking until he reached the door, then turning back and waving at you as he left. 

***

  By now you were definitely late. Even though it was meant to be casual, you closed a bit early to get ready. You felt like you might throw up thinking about going out with Druig tonight. The nerves and excitement were starting to overwhelm you. You really wanted this to go well.

  You pinned the stray hairs down in the mirror and applied your light makeup in the bathroom. Then, a knock at the door signaled Druig's arrival. With a deep breath, you made your way to the door. 'You got this' you muttered to yourself. 

  He stood leaning against the brick wall outside, foot propped up against it, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. ‘Fuck he was hot’ you thought as you inhaled sharply. Your breath came out in an involuntary sigh. He turned to look at you, subtly letting his eyes wander up and down your body. You thanked the cool air for giving you an excuse for your blush. 

  “Hi.” He said while stepping towards you, stopping a foot from where you stood.

  “Hello.” You hated that you sounded out of breath just from seeing him again. For Christ’s sake, you barely know the man, and you’re practically drooling over him!

  “Have you eaten today?” As if on queue, your stomach growled. You were giddy all day, distracting yourself with dusting and inventory and reading. You had forgotten to eat anything all day. 

  You blushed hard and looked down and your feet shuffling them. “Busy day, I completely forgot. But I’m ok. It happens more often than you’d think…”

  “We can’t have that, can we? I thought we could get something to eat first. If that’s alright with you?”

  “Sounds perfect. Shall we?” 

***

  By the time Druig walked you to your door, your jaw ached from smiling and your lungs and stomach burned numbly from laughing so much. You had never met anyone like him. You simply understood each other and you felt as if you’d known him forever. You could tell he was shy, the strong and serious type. It made you appreciate his chuckles, grins, smiles and laughs all the more.

  Every few days he would pop into your shop. Sometimes empty-handed, other times with a cup of tea or coffee in hand. Some days, you read quietly together, others you would stand on a ladder stocking shelves while he handed you the books, and on other occasions, when the shop was empty, you sat somewhere and just talked for as long as you could. 

  Today, you sat together on the floor between shelves, you reading and sharing your thoughts while he sat across from you, fiddling with other books behind him offhandedly between glances to you when he thought you wouldn’t see.

  Turning a page, you hissed as you felt that familiar sharp pain of paper slicing shallowly into your finger. Of course, it was only a paper cut, all a matter of wiping it off and forgetting about it. But Druig had other plans apparently. Before you could put your finger down, he was at your side, holding your hand. He inspected it as though counting the ridges and mapping the curves in your fingerprint. “Dru, It’s fine, it’s ju- ''. You were cut off by his warm lips on your finger, kissing it gently. So gently you weren’t sure if you felt it or only imagined it. 

  But there he was, holding your hand up to his face. His eyes widened before dropping your hand and looking down. “There. All better… Sorry.”

  “It’s ok, don’t know where I’d be without you to catch me when I fall or heal my paper cuts. My hero.” You smirked and looked down at the book again shyly. Your hair fell forward to shield your blushing face. You were thanking God for that small blessing when you felt Druig’s fingers brushing it out of your face and behind your ear. 

  You turned your face towards his hand to look at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand drop. You didn’t know how much time passed while you sat that way. It could have been hours for all you knew. Druig’s eyes shifted between your eyes and lips quickly and you looked down at his lips with a shaky breath. You were starting to lean closer when the bell above the door made you both jump apart and look towards the sound. 

  Sersei walked up to the counter with that smug grin of hers, holding a drink in each hand. You looked at Druig and knew you both were thinking the exact same thing. Fuck. “Nice to see you, Druig. I brought you your favorite Y/N. Did you forget our plans for tonight?” Sersei broke the heavy silence. 

  “I’ll leave you to it Y/N. Have fun, see you both later. Bye Y/N. Sersei.” He awkwardly said, not meeting Sersei’s eyes once as he left.

  Carefully and slowly, you looked up at her. Her brow was raised and she hadn’t the smuggest smirk on her face. “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “He didn’t tell me he had been coming here. I thought it had been just the once. How long has that,” she waved around in the air, “been happening? And why didn’t you say anything?”

  “Because I knew you’d make a big deal of it. We’re just friends!” She scoffed. “I’m serious! We just hang out sometimes.” You hated the way you felt your face flush.

  “Mhm. Sure. What was all that then? You looked very cozy for being ‘just friends’. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at each other. I knew there was something going on with him, I just didn’t think it was you!” She was enjoying this way too much.

  “Oh hush. It’s nothing!”

  “You like him.”

  You wanted to lie to her and tell her you didn’t, even just to make her leave you alone. But instead all you could do was nod and giggle.

***

  To your surprise, the following day, Druig walked in holding two bags in his hands. “Thought I’d bring you lunch. And I also wanted to apologize. For leaving like that yesterday. I brought your favorite. You forgive me?”

  You grinned at him. “Nothing to forgive. I appreciate the food anyway though.” You winked at him. “Anyway, I could use your help with something after we eat.”

  “Fineee, if I must.” He said with a dramatic sigh. You were pulling the food out of the bags and laying them out for the both of you. You took a fry and threw it playfully at him but he dodged it before picking it up and throwing it away. 

  “So,” Druig started after you both ate, “What is it you wanted my help with.”

  “I got a big order and I need to get all the books together before anything else. I made a list and I put down the sections they’re in. If you could get the first few that would be great. Most of them are higher up so I’ll leave them to you so you won’t have to save me from falling off the ladder again.”

  “Easy enough." He smirked and walked off.

  Half an hour later you were getting the final book. Dammit you should have told Druig to get this one. It would be too much to carry around the ladder all the way across the store. With your luck, you would likely break several things in your attempt to do so.

  There was only one thing you could do. Get on your toes and reach as high as you could. Not even close. Curse past Y/N for wanting super tall shelves, you thought. Carefully, you tried to climb up just one row, placing a foot slowly onto it, preparing yourself to be quick.

  Just as you were going to though, that delicious chuckle you'd grown used to by now rang lowly behind you. Within a second he stood by you, reaching up to the perfect height, pressing lightly but firmly against you. 

  You could feel that warmth he radiated, and his chest as he breathed in and out calmly. You turned around and looked up at him, your chests now practically pressed together. His warm scent of cloves and cinnamon, with something you couldn’t place that was just so him, was all around you. 

  Oblivious to your position, he looked down at you. The grin he wore so well faded and he just stared. His eyes were like the sea, turbulent and calm all at once. Pulling you in like Siren song.

  You hadn’t even registered when your eyes dropped to his lips, slightly open and getting closer as you almost imperceptibly leaned in. His hand on your side came up to brush the stray strands of hair from your face. His fingered gently touched and caressed your cheek before you felt his palm at your neck. 

  He held you there, rubbing his thumb up and down on your skin. He pulled you in gently, barely applying any force. Your eyes fluttered shut just a second before you felt the feather like touch of his lips on yours. 

  Druig’s lips were soft and warm against yours as they moved together. You moaned breathily into his mouth and he nipped gently at your lip. He tasted a way you hadn’t thought he would but in this moment, you couldn’t imagine him tasting any other way. This wasn’t a fast or hard kiss, but it was more passionate than any other kiss you’d had before nonetheless. 

  When you finally parted, you stayed together, foreheads touching, leaning against each other. You panted softly together wondering if this was a dream or a beautiful reality. ‘No, this is real’ you thought. You couldn’t help giggling and biting your lip when you met his eyes. 

  “My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”

  “And? Was it everything you hoped for?”