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Eternal Bond

For centuries, Y/N had roamed the earth as an ancient vampire, her existence marked by an unquenchable thirst for blood and an insatiable desire for knowledge. She had witnessed empires rise and fall, and her heart had grown weary with time. But when she crossed paths with Klaus Mikaelson, a hybrid with a tormented soul, she discovered a connection unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Y/N had always been solitary, content in her solitude as she observed the world from the shadows. But there was something about Klaus that drew her in—a magnetic pull that defied reason. When their eyes met for the first time, a spark ignited, and Y/N felt a flicker of something she thought long extinguished within her.

Klaus, too, was captivated by Y/N's aura, a timeless elegance that spoke of ancient wisdom and untold stories. He saw the weight of the centuries in her eyes, and a curiosity burned within him to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath her immortal veneer.

As their paths continued to intertwine, Y/N and Klaus found themselves drawn to each other, their connection growing with each encounter. They shared conversations that spanned the depths of history, their words dancing in the air like echoes of forgotten times. Y/N's guarded heart began to thaw, and Klaus found solace in the presence of someone who truly understood the burden of immortality.

Their bond flourished amidst the chaos of their supernatural existence. They faced enemies together, their combined strength an unstoppable force. Y/N admired Klaus's resilience, his unwavering determination to protect those he loved, even in the face of insurmountable odds.

Klaus, in turn, marveled at Y/N's wisdom and grace, the way she navigated the world with a quiet strength that belied her true power. He found solace in her presence, a respite from the darkness that often consumed him.

But their love was not without its challenges. Y/N's immortality made her cautious, her heart guarded by centuries of pain and loss. She feared opening herself to vulnerability, knowing that loving Klaus meant embracing the possibility of losing him to the ever-encroaching tide of time.

Klaus, however, refused to let Y/N's fears dictate their fate. He saw in her a reflection of his own longing—for love, for redemption, for a companion to share eternity. He vowed to break down the walls around her heart, to prove that their love could transcend the constraints of time.

Together, they went on a journey of discovery, exploring the depths of their immortal souls. Y/N learned to trust, to let Klaus into the deepest recesses of her heart. And Klaus, in turn, discovered a love so profound that it transcended the boundaries of his own turbulent past.

But as their love blossomed, a darkness loomed on the horizon—a threat that sought to tear them apart. A powerful coven of witches, envious of Y/N's immortality, conspired to sever the bond between her and Klaus, unleashing a torrent of dark magic upon them.

Y/N and Klaus stood united against the onslaught, their love a shield against the forces that sought to tear them asunder. In the face of danger, they fought with a fervor fueled by the depths of their connection. Their powers intertwined, creating a symphony of ancient magic that lit up the night sky.

Yet, even in their triumph, the battle took its toll. Y/N found herself weakened, her immortality waning under the strain of the witches' curses. Klaus, desperate to save her, sought out a cure, delving into the darkest corners of the supernatural realm.

In his quest, Klaus discovered an ancient ritual—a beacon of hope that promised to restore Y/N's immortality. With a heavy heart, he embarked on a perilous journey, risking everything to give Y/N the eternity they both desired.

Finally, Klaus returned, armed with the knowledge and power to save Y/N. He performed the ritual, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. As the magic surged through Y/N's veins, she felt the familiar surge of power returning, her immortality restored.

Y/N and Klaus stood before each other, their eyes filled with a love that defied the boundaries of time. The trials they had faced had only strengthened their bond, deepening their understanding of the true meaning of eternity.

In that moment, Y/N realized that love was the true essence of their immortality. It was the thread that wove their souls together, an eternal flame that burned brighter with each passing year. With Klaus by her side, Y/N knew that she had found her forever, a love that would endure through the ages.

And so, Y/N and Klaus continued their journey, their love a beacon in the darkness of their immortal existence. They faced the centuries together, hand in hand,their bond unbreakable and their hearts intertwined. They traversed the ever-changing landscape of the supernatural world, their love serving as a constant source of strength and solace.

Though the years rolled on, their connection remained unyielding. They witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the ebb and flow of empires, but through it all, their love endured. They became a legend, whispered in hushed tones among the supernatural beings who crossed their path—a testament to the power of a love that transcended time.

And as the world continued to spin, Y/N and Klaus found comfort in their eternal bond. They reveled in the beauty of the night sky, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined in a love that would endure for all of eternity. In each other's arms, they had found the true meaning of immortality—a love that defied the constraints of mortality and bound them together in an eternal embrace.

Breed you

Warning: sex, unprotected sex, smut, breeding.

Masterlist

As the sun set behind the walls of King's Landing, you found yourself in the throne room of the Red Keep. Your lover, Daemon, stood before you, his silver hair shimmering in the dim candlelight. He was a man unlike any other- fierce, bold, and unafraid to take what he wanted.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, hunger in his gaze. He had summoned you here for a reason, and you knew it would be nothing short of wild and passionate.

'Māzigon issa jorrāelagon,' he purred, his hand extended towards you

Without hesitation, you walked towards him, your heart racing in anticipation. As you drew closer, you could see the intensity in his eyes, his desire for you burning like fire. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, Daemon lifted you up and placed you on the Iron Throne. It was cold and hard beneath you, but with his warm body pressed against yours, you didn't care. He began to undress you, his hands moving expertly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned against his lips as he traced a line down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.

'Issa dārys,' you breathed, pulling him closer to you.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own smoldering with desire. 'Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb.' he whispered huskily.

Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of carrying his child filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. But with Daemon, you knew you were safe. You nodded, giving him your consent.

With a smirk, he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap, his hard length pressing against you. He buried himself deep inside you, causing you to gasp and cling onto him for dear life. 'Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria ' he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. As Daemon's pace quickened, you felt your body building towards a powerful climax. With a loud cry, you reached your peak, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

But Daemon wasn't finished yet. He continued to move within you, his intensity never wavering. 'Nyke going naejot breed ao ēva aōha grevenka rūsīr issa riñar isse aōha womb.' he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.

The thought of carrying his child ignited a new fire within you, and you eagerly welcomed him deeper inside you. You could feel him nearing his own release, and with one final thrust, he cried out your name, filling you with his seed.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that in that brief moment, you had created something magical.

'Avy jorrāelan,' Daemon whispered, his hand stroking your cheek lovingly.

'Se nyke ao,' you replied, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

As you both sat on the Iron Throne, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you were meant to be together. And as you felt his love and warmth surround you, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.

Translation

Māzigon issa jorrāelagon- come my love

Issa dārys- my king

Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb- I want to breed you, I want you to carry my children in your fertile womb

Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria- Gods, you feel so good so tight for me my queen

Avy jorrāelan- I love you

Se nyke ao- and I you

A Little Fun In The Night

Masterlist

The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

The sun was setting over the Red Keep, casting a warm glow on the city of King's Landing. Inside the castle, the royal family was gathering for dinner. Daemon, the handsome and charismatic prince, sat at the head of the table, his wife and niece, Y/N, by his side. They had been married for just over a year, and Y/N was now pregnant with their first child.

As the feast began, Rhaenyra Y/N's mother, entered the room. She was known for her beauty and her fierce love for her family. But tonight, there was a darkness in her eyes that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Rhaenyra took her seat at the opposite end of the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N.

As the evening went on, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rhaenyra's behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and she seemed to be glaring at Y/N with hatred and jealousy. Y/N knew that Rhaenyra had always been fiercely protective of her husband, but she never expected her own mother to turn against her.

When the feast ended, Y/N excused herself and made her way to her chambers. She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. As she entered her room, she found Rhaenyra waiting for her, a wicked smile on her lips.

'Mother, what is the matter?' Y/N asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Rhaenyra's smile widened. 'You, my dear. You are the matter. How dare you steal my uncle's love and bear his child? You are nothing but a pawn in his game.'

Y/N was taken aback by Rhaenyra's words. She had always known that her marriage to Daemon was unconventional, but she never imagined her own mother would see her as a threat. But before she could respond, Rhaenyra's hand shot out and grabbed Y/N's wrist tightly.

'You will not bear his child. I will not let you,' Rhaenyra hissed, her grip tightening.

Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Rhaenyra was planning. She was going to harm Y/N and her unborn child. Without thinking, Y/N pushed Rhaenyra away and ran to her chambers, locking the door behind her. She could hear Rhaenyra banging on the door, demanding to be let in.

Y/N's heart was racing as she looked around her room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, but she also couldn't leave the safety of the castle. Suddenly, she remembered the secret passage that led to Daemon's chambers.

With trembling hands, Y/N opened the hidden door and made her way through the dark tunnels. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the baby kicking inside her. She prayed that Daemon would be in his chambers and that he would protect her and their child.

As Y/N entered Daemon's chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. She ran to him and collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

'Y/N, what is the matter?' Daemon asked, concern etched on his face as he held her tight.

'It's mother. She...she wants to harm our child,' Y/N sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Daemon's face hardened as he pulled away from Y/N and looked into her eyes. 'I will not let anyone harm you or our child. I swear it on my life,' he said, determination in his voice.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her husband. She knew that he would protect them no matter what. But she also knew that they couldn't stay in the castle any longer. Rhaenyra would not stop until she got what she wanted.

Together, Y/N and Daemon made their escape from the Red Keep, leaving behind the treacherous world of the Targaryen's. They found a new home in Dragonstone, far away from the chaos and danger of King's Landing. And there, surrounded by love and safety, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their firstborn. He was named Maegor, after Maegor the first.

As they looked at their child, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Daemon's love and protection. And as for Rhaenyra, she was never seen or heard from again. But Y/N knew that her mother's love for Daemon would always burn bright, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had lost everything to her own jealousy.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: labor, Neice reader, angst, death.

The castle of Dragonstone was bustling with excitement as Lady Y/N, wife of Daemon Targaryen, was about to give birth to their first child. The halls were decorated with banners of House Targaryen and the sound of cheers echoed through the corridors. But within all the joy and celebrations, there was one person who was not happy - Y/N's mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

As Y/N's labor pains became more frequent and intense, she longed for the comfort and support of her husband. However, her mother made sure that Daemon was nowhere to be found. Rhaenyra had always been against their union, finding Y/N unworthy of her uncle's love and a hindrance to their family's legacy. She saw this as an opportunity to separate the two once and for all.

Y/N's maids and servants, well aware of their Princss's schemes, were hesitant to go against her orders. But they couldn't bear to see their lady suffering in pain without her husband by her side. So, they secretly sent a message to Daemon, informing him about Y/N's condition and pleading him to come to her aid.

Despite Rhaenyra's efforts, Daemon found his way to Y/N's chambers. The moment he saw his wife's pale and sweat-drenched face, he knew something was wrong. He held her hand tightly and whispered words of comfort, promising to never leave her side.

Y/N's labor was long and difficult, but finally, the cries of a newborn filled the room. As they held their child, a beautiful baby boy, Y/N and Daemon's eyes filled with tears of joy and love. But their smiles were short-lived as they noticed Y/N's weak and pale state.

Panicked, Daemon called for the maester, but it was too late. Y/N had lost a lot of blood and her body couldn't take it anymore. In the arms of her beloved husband, Y/N took her last breath, leaving behind her devastated husband and their newborn son.

Daemon's grief was immeasurable as he held onto his wife's lifeless body, blaming himself for not being there when she needed him the most. And in that moment, he swore to never forgive his Niece for her selfish actions that cost him his beloved wife.

The news of Y/N's death spread throughout the castle, casting a dark shadow over the once joyful celebrations. Rhaenyra, whose jealousy and spite had caused this tragedy, was consumed by guilt and shame. She begged for Daemon's forgiveness, but he could not bring himself to forgive her for taking away the love of his life.

As the days went by, Daemon named his son after his late wife, a constant reminder of the love and sacrifice she had made. And though he would always miss Y/N, he found solace in their son, knowing that a part of her would always live on in him. As for Rhaenyra, she spent the rest of her days haunted by the memory of her daughter's death, a punishment she had brought upon herself.

𝑀𝒸'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

To My Dearest Kalim,

As I sit down to pen this letter, my heart brims with an abundance of joy and affection that words alone can scarcely capture. I hope these lines find you in the best of spirits, for I wish to convey a sentiment that holds true and unwavering: You are my sunshine, and without a shadow of doubt, the absolute best.

In this vast and ever-changing world, you have become the radiant beacon that illuminates my life. Just as the sun graces the earth each day, your presence fills my days with warmth, comfort, and an undeniable sense of happiness. Your smile, like the sun's rays, has the power to brighten even the darkest of moments, and in your laughter, I find a melody that resonates deep within my soul.

Through both stormy skies and cloudless days, you have remained a constant source of inspiration and strength. Your unwavering support and belief in me have propelled me forward, encouraging me to strive for greatness and embrace the very best version of myself. Your unwavering love has uplifted my spirits, providing solace and reassurance during life's trials and tribulations.

In the tapestry of my life, you are the thread that weaves together every beautiful moment. Your presence infuses my world with color, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. Each day spent in your company is a treasured gift, for you bring endless joy, laughter, and a sense of fulfillment that I never thought possible.

It is not only your radiant spirit that captivates me but also your remarkable qualities that set you apart. Your kindness knows no bounds, and your compassion touches the lives of those around you. Your intelligence shines brightly, illuminating conversations and opening doors to new realms of knowledge and understanding. Your unwavering determination and resilience inspire me to be a better person, to chase my dreams with unwavering fervor.

In a world that often feels uncertain and daunting, you are my anchor, my safe harbor. Your unwavering love and unwavering presence give me the strength to face life's challenges head-on, knowing that together, we can weather any storm. Your unwavering support fills me with a sense of assurance and confidence, reminding me that I am never alone in this journey.

My dearest Kalim, no words can truly encapsulate the depth of my feelings for you. You are my sunshine, my guiding light, and the epitome of all that is good and beautiful in this world. Your presence in my life is an immeasurable blessing, and I am eternally grateful for the privilege of calling you mine.

Forever and always, you are my sunshine, and unquestionably, the very best.

With all my love,

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 : 𝑀𝒸

ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ

ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ #2

It was a beautiful morning in Nueva York. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and the city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle. Miguel and his wife, Y/N, were sitting on their balcony enjoying their morning coffee.

Y/N was content with the peaceful moment, sipping her coffee and leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. Miguel's arm was wrapped around her waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her hip. They had been happily married for five years now and were expecting their second child.

Miguel was overjoyed at the idea of expanding their family. After losing their first child, Gabriella, in a tragic accident, they never thought they would be blessed with another. But here they were, happier than ever and eagerly waiting to meet their little bundle of joy.

'I still can't believe we're having another baby,' Y/N said with a smile, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Miguel turned to her, a loving smile on his face. 'I know, it's a dream come true Cariño. I can't wait to hold our little one in my arms.'

Y/N's heart swelled with love for her husband. He had been her rock through everything, especially after Gabriella's death. She couldn't have asked for a better partner in life.

As they sat there, enjoying each other's company, Miguel's holographic assistant, Lyla, interrupted their peaceful moment.

'Sorry to interrupt, but you have a meeting in half an hour, Miguel,' Lyla informed him.

Miguel let out a sigh, not wanting to leave the comfort of his balcony. He was the CEO of Alchemax and had to deal with all the responsibilities that came with it.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. 'I'll go get ready for my doctor's appointment.' she said before giving him a quick kiss and heading inside.

Miguel watched her go, feeling grateful for the life they had built together. He quickly finished his coffee and got ready for his meeting.

The day went by in a blur of meetings and paperwork. Miguel couldn't wait to get back home and spend more time with Y/N. As the clock struck 5, he rushed out of the office to head home.

Upon arriving, he was greeted by the delicious smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen. Y/N loved to cook and he couldn't wait to taste whatever she had prepared for them tonight.

He walked into the kitchen to find Y/N humming as she stirred a pot on the stove. She turned to him with a smile when she heard him enter.

'Hey, how was your day?' she asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

'It was good, but I missed you cariño,' Miguel replied, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N chuckled. 'I missed you too. How about we eat dinner first and then spend the rest of the evening together?'

Miguel nodded, not wanting to waste any more time. They sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed their meal, talking about their day and making plans for the weekend.

After dinner, they settled on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Miguel gently rubbed Y/N's growing belly, feeling the movements of their unborn child.

'I can't wait to meet our little Empanada,' Miguel said with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on Y/N's belly.

Y/N chuckles and smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair lovingly. 'Me too. I know Gabriella would have been the best big sister.'

Miguel felt a pang of sadness at the mention of their first child. He still missed her every day, but he had learned to focus on the present and be grateful for the blessings in his life.

They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, talking and laughing. Miguel couldn't imagine his life without Y/N by his side.

As the night went on, Y/N yawned and said, 'I think it's time for us to go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow.'

Miguel nodded, knowing Y/N was right. He kissed her forehead before they made their way to their bedroom.

Laying in bed, Miguel pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arms around her protectively. 'I love you, mi amor,' he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck.

Y/N smiled, feeling content and loved. 'I love you too, Miguel.'

As they drifted off to sleep, Miguel couldn't help but feel grateful for the life they had built together. Their love had overcome all the challenges and made them stronger.

The next day, they went to the doctor for a routine check-up. Miguel was excited to hear their baby's heartbeat, while Y/N was a little anxious. After the loss of their first child, she couldn't help but worry about everything that could go wrong.

But as soon as they heard the strong and steady beat of their baby's heart, all their worries vanished. They were both filled with joy and excitement for the future.

Nine months flew by, and before they knew it, it was time for Y/N to give birth. Miguel was a bundle of nerves as he sat in the waiting room, waiting for any news from the doctors.

After what felt like hours, the doctor finally came out with a smile on her face. 'Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara. You have a healthy baby girl,' she said, handing the newborn to Miguel.

Miguel's eyes welled up with tears as he held his daughter in his arms. She was perfect, with a head full of black hair and her mother's beautiful features.

Y/N was wheeled out of the delivery room, looking exhausted but elated. Miguel couldn't wait for her to meet their little miracle.

They named their daughter Isabella, after Y/N's grandmother. She was a blessing, and they cherished every moment spent with her.

As the years went by, their family grew and their love only got stronger. They faced challenges and struggles, but they always stood by each other's side.

Miguel and Y/N were grateful for the life they had together in their comfortable apartment in Nueva York. They had everything they ever wanted, and most importantly, they had each other.

On a special evening, as they sat on their balcony, watching the sunset, Miguel whispered, 'I never knew love until I met you, Y/N. Thank you for being my wife and the mother of our beautiful children.'

Y/N smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. 'And I never thought I could find true happiness until I met you, Miguel. I love you more than words can express.'

As they shared a loving kiss, surrounded by the sounds of a bustling city, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together as a family. And that was all that mattered.

ᎷᎥᎶᏬᏋᏝ Ꭷ'ᏂᏗᏒᏗ ጀ ᏒᏋᏗᎴᏋᏒ

ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ

ᏰᏝᎧᏕᏕᎧᎷᏕ ᎧᎦ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

ᏰᏝᎧᏕᏕᎧᎷᏕ ᎧᎦ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ

ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ

ᎥᎷᏗᎶᏋ ᏁᎧᏖ ᎷᎥᏁᏋ

It was a beautiful city, filled with lights and excitement. They had decided to take a stroll down the busy streets, hand in hand, taking in the sights and sounds.

As they walked, Miguel couldn't help but stare at his new wife. She was truly the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. Her (h/c) hair flowed behind her in the gentle breeze, and her (e/c) eyes sparkled in the city lights.

'You know, I never imagined I would be spending my honeymoon in Tokyo,' Miguel said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

'Me neither, but I'm so glad we did. It's such a vibrant and lively city,' you replied, squeezing his hand.

As they continued walking, they stumbled upon a small park. The cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, creating a picturesque scene. Without a second thought, Miguel led you to a bench under one of the trees and they sat down.

'This is perfect,' you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Miguel wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. 'Yeah, it is. Just like you,' he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled and turned to him, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, you noticed a street performer playing a traditional Japanese instrument nearby. The sound of the music was enchanting, and you couldn't resist the urge to dance.

You stood up, pulling Miguel with you. He laughed as you swayed to the music, his arms around your waist. The two of you danced under the cherry blossom tree, lost in the moment and in each other.

As the music came to an end, Miguel spun you around one last time before dipping you low and planting a kiss on your lips. The whole park erupted in applause, causing the two of you to laugh and blush.

'That was amazing,' you said, still in a daze from the dance.

'Only because I have the most amazing partner,' Miguel replied, pulling you into a hug.

As the night went on, the two of you continued to explore the city, trying new foods and taking in the culture. But no matter where you went, the night would always end with a sweet dance under the cherry blossom trees, in the city of Tokyo, with the love of your life.

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠

Hannibal Lector, the enigmatic forensic psychiatrist and notorious serial killer, harbored a secret obsession that burned with an intensity that chilled to the bone. His unwavering gaze, piercing maroon eyes, and lips curved in a sinister smile, betrayed his fascination with a specific individual: the enigmatic [Y/N].

Their paths had crossed at a psychiatric hospital, where Hannibal cunningly studied [Y/N's] vulnerability and frailties. Intrigued by her resilience and the shadows that lingered in her eyes, he became ensnared, consumed by a desire to possess her.

Hannibal's love was not pure or selfless. It was an obsessive infatuation, a twisted desire to claim [Y/N] for his own, regardless of her feelings. His every thought and action was driven by his fixation on her.

As [Y/N's] life became entwined with Hannibal's, she sensed an unsettling presence lurking in the shadows. Unnoticed glances, mysteriously opened doors, and the eerie silence that enveloped her sent shivers down her spine.

One fateful night, as [Y/N] returned home from work, she found a note on her doorstep scrawled in Hannibal's elegant handwriting. A chilling invitation to dinner, promising an unforgettable evening filled with tantalizing culinary delights and intellectual discussions.

Unable to resist the allure of Hannibal's charismatic nature, [Y/N] accepted. As the clock struck seven, she found herself seated at Hannibal's lavish dining table, unaware of the fate that awaited her.

With each course, Hannibal's obsession became more apparent. His intense gaze never left [Y/N's] face, as if he could devour her with his eyes. The pleasantries he whispered turned into possessive declarations, and the air grew heavy with his desperation.

As the evening reached its climax, Hannibal's mask of civility shattered. He revealed his true intentions, confessing his unyielding love for [Y/N] and his willingness to eliminate any obstacles that stood in his way.

Terror flooded [Y/N's] veins as she realized the true nature of Hannibal's obsession. She fled his mansion, desperate to escape the suffocating grasp of a madman.

Hannibal pursued her relentlessly, his possessiveness fueled by rejection. Anyone who dared to approach [Y/N] faced the wrath of his deadly cunning. Friends, family, and even potential lovers vanished without a trace, leaving [Y/N] utterly isolated and vulnerable.

As Hannibal's obsession grew, so did his methods. He manipulated events to isolate [Y/N] from society, ensuring that she had nowhere to turn. Fear gnawed at her mind, as she became trapped in a twisted game of cat and mouse.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as the hunt intensified. [Y/N] clung to hope, desperately seeking a way to escape Hannibal's clutches. But the more she resisted, the more determined he became to claim her as his own.

In the end, a bloody confrontation ensued, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Hannibal's obsession had consumed him, driving him to the brink of madness and beyond. And as [Y/N] emerged from the darkness, forever scarred by Hannibal's twisted love, she learned a chilling truth: the human heart is capable of harboring the most sinister of desires.

Max' older brother who charles has had a crush on since they first met, where charles figures out that older brother has been holding back in raceing so their dad focuses on him so he doesnt hurt max, and charles is in awe because older brother could have made it into formula 1 a while ago and charles doesnt think hed be able to do something like that if it were him, so charles decides to help male reader as much as he can without being noticed

·₊̣̇. older verstappen - charles leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

Charles always knew Max had an older brother, but never thought he would actually meet him. The first time y/n came to the paddock alongside Max, Charles was mesmerized. You’re perfect dark blond locks, icy blue eyes and muscular form had him drooling. He couldn’t believe someone could outdo max’ beauty.

They quickly became mates, finding out more and more about each other. And then racing came up. Y/n didn’t talk much about his racing career, since he almost had the same childhood as max. Yes, we are talking about Jos Verstappen. The devil of Max’ and Y/n’s past.

First, Jos had tried to get y/n into racing, which had been successful until f3. Then Max came along when he tried to win his 3rd karting championship, which he had lost due to the fact Jos was busy with max.

While you were explaining it, Charles suddenly interrupted. “But if your father had kept the focus on you you surely would have been in f1 for years now, mate.” Talking about years, it could have been about 15-ish years. 

“I know Charles, but I'm really stepping back, my dad can stay focused on Max and his championship.I want him to stop nagging at my head to keep racing.”Charles sighs. “Y/n ur missing my point, you should try to get back in. I know you’re stepping back nd shit, but I guarantee you, you will become wdc.” 

That night, y/n stared blankly at the ceiling when he was in his hotelbed. What did Charles mean? Does he want you there, or does his dad and my brother want me to continue the thing I loved so much? These thoughts slid away once he was falling asleep.

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These next few weeks y/n and charles have been sneaking around, trying to find a way for y/n to come back into racing. Their friendship grew more and more, eventually turning into a situationship. What exactly was it?? No idea. Friends with benefits? Possibly. Did they care to label it? No, they just left it like that.

Did y/n get to f1? Yeah! But for how long??

I guess we’ll never know.

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a/n : here your request :p at some points i made it slightly different, but normally it shouldn't be to far off of the request! i made it a small blurb tho bc its like 10pm so 😭

Day 3: Kate and Newton (Menace)

Kate is interviewing a dog walker. Anthony helps.

Or, for Kate, denial is not just a river in Egypt when it comes to her beloved Newton.

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

Shoto Todoroki

♡ - fluff, ✩-angst

Clingy ♡

Morse Code ♡

Ginba Orochi - Music

Warnings: None

Reader gender not specified

Happy Birthday to music boy 🩵

“The match up for the finals has been decided folks, it’s (Y/n) versus Ginba Orochi!” You felt a grin form on your face as Hanami announced the match up, following Orochi’s semi-final victory.

As people slowly started dispersing from the stadium you made your way over to your boyfriend, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Congrats on the win, you better not go easy on me love.” You congratulated Orochi on his quick burst victory.

“Same to you.” Orochi said, a small smirk on his face.

You both parted ways there, you had a tradition not to see each other till the day of the match, so neither of you would accidentally give up any strategies or plans that you’d use the next day.

You spent the day perfecting your new launch and training. Both of you had battled each other many many times, but the win loss board was exactly 50-50, you both had an equal amount of wins and losses against each other. This time you were definitely going to come out on top, you were sure of it.

~🩵Time skip to the next day🩵~

“It’s time for the long awaited final of the tournament, (Y/n) versus Ginba Orochi” The crowd was cheering loudly as both of you entered the stage. You both quickly launched your beys at the start signal and after a tough match you won, with a burst finish.

51-50, The sound of the burst was music to your ears.

Free De La Hoya Masterlist

♡ - fluff, ✩-angst

Cuddles ♡

February 4 - Gojo Saturo - Kisses

Warnings: None

Reader gender not specified

Writers blockkkk 😭

Gojo Saturo was acting strangely today. Anyone could see that. Even Yuuji noticed it. Every time he went to ask Gojo sensei a question or ask for something he would magically disappear.

At first Yuuji thought maybe he was just avoiding him, so with a lot some convincing he sent Nobara to try to look for him, with no success.

After a few minutes of everyone looking found something shocking. Gojo and you, an amazing top five ranked jujutsu sorcerer, making out in the hallway against the wall.

Megumi was the first to find you two. Flustered, the spikey haired now tomato boy tried to quickly walk away, only to be pulled behind a potted plant where Yuuji was hiding watching the scene.

One by one the rest all four you and were consequently pulled behind the plant by Yuuji (I don’t think this poor sweet boy understands exactly how small this plant is compared to 5 people and a Panda)

You were pulling away from Gojo to take a breath, air is sadly necessary for humans to live, when you spotted something odd across the hallway. 5 people and panda, all squished against each other, attempting to hide behind a potted plant. Stopping Gojo from leaving, yet another, hickey on your neck you pointed out the people watching you.

“Uh, Gojo, honey, I think we have an audience” You said, pointing to the cluster of people.

Gojo let out a small sigh before calling out.

“We can see you, ya know~”

The cluster of children instantly froze all unclumping and coming stand apart, directly facing the two of you in almost awkward silence. Until Yuuji started talking.

“Gojo-sensei! How could you not tell us before that you know one of the best sorcerers in the world!”

“You didn’t even tell us and now you’re making out her?!” A completely annoyed Nobara yelled.

“What? I can’t kiss my spouse?” Gojo replied, holding up both of your left hands.

“YOUR SPOUSE!?” The bewildered students shouted out.

They started asking Gojo and you millions of questions and you wondered how people could possibly talk that fast. You originally were ordered here to defeat some particularly tough curses and decided now was as good a time as any to start.

“I’m sure Gojo will be happy to answer all your questions, but I have to go now” Leaving behind the children, and panda. As well as your husband, who was giving you a pleading look, not to leave him to the whims of the pushy students.

As you left, you heard a faint, ‘Can you get me her autograph?’ and you let out a small chuckle as you continued walking away.

You adored kisses with Gojo, but maybe not around the school again.

Shoto Todoroki - Morse Code

Inspired by this post by @ouch-thats-harsh

A/n: Inspiration strikes! Im running on two hours of sleep!

Warnings: None :D

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Sho always tapped his fingers against his desk. You thought nothing of it, chalking it up to a nervous habit or something he did out of boredom. But recently, you had decided to learn morse code. It was a random urge really, you weren’t quite sure where it came from, but you did it, learning little by little in the little free time you had over the past few weeks.

You were mostly always swamped with homework and doing hero work via your provisional hero license. The other free time you had, you usually spent with your boyfriend Shoto, cuddling as he caught you up to speed with what you’ve missed in class due to being out heroing, as well as talking about your new favorite theories. His current favorite theory was Shinso Hitoshi being Aizawa and Present Mic’s love child.

Currently, you and Sho were in the common room of your dorm, eating breakfast. You were rather excited to tell Sho about mastering morse code, but everytime you tried, you were somehow not so rudely interrupted by one of your classmates talking about something else.

Finally, you were all on your way to class, the loud food induced chatter settling down to quiet yawns and tired grumbles. Your hand was intertwined with your boyfriend’s as you walked to class. Just as you were about to tell him about learning morse code, you figured no one would interrupt you this time. You were wrong. What you could only assume was a caffeine fueled Midoriya was practically bouncing off the walls, asking everyone about any recent modifications to their hero suits and impacts on their quirks. You wondered when the last time was that the poor boy had slept.

Once you and Shoto reached the door, you decided to tap out a quick “I love you” to the back of his hand, before you had to untwine your fingers and separate from each other to get to your seats, which luckily were pretty close.

“I love you too.” Shoto responded out loud mindlessly.

Both of you froze. You just stood there. Looking at each other in complete and utter shock.

“You know morse code??” You both questioned the other at the same time.

After a slight arguement about who was to explain first, Sho told you how he and his sibling use it to trash talk his father and to talk to his siblings when his father tried isolating him, Fuyumi and Natsuo originally came up with it for Touya but never got to use it with him. Giving him a hug for confort, you told him how you’d learned it just recently on a whim. Before you could converse any further, Denki and Jirou called the Aizawa alarm and you all had to get to your seats. There was a small smile on his face as he walked back to his seat, that went unnoticed by you.

As class went on, you heard Shoto’s familiar pattern of tapping, the way he did every class. Except now, you realized, it had a meaning. ‘I’m bored. I wish I could just ditch and go cuddle Y/n’. You had to hold in a gasp at that as your heart melted slightly, everyday Sho had been tapping that out, other varieties of that as well. And you had no idea until today. ‘Sho we can’t just ditch class’, you tapped back. He turned slightly to look at you, a pleasantly surprised smile adorning his handsome features.

‘Yeah but this stuff is easy and cuddling is more fun’. You could almost hear his voice saying it in a matter of fact tone. ‘Not everyone is top of the class like you Sho.” You responded playfully. You two went on talking to each other for the rest of class. Most of it was about random things, like when Sho reiterated how similar Aizawa and Shinso look, with their eyebags and smile and such. You really loved him, every single thing about him.

Aizawa didn’t notice somehow, but that was probably because your taps were quiet since the two of you didn’t sit that far apart. Or maybe you two were just oblivious to his glares, floating off into your own world until he’d given up with a shake of his head. Problem children.

‘I love you’

‘I love you too’

Learning morse code was a pretty good decision huh?

Muichiro Tokito - Fading

Can be read as a part 2 to Remember or as a stand-alone

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of canon typical violence. You’re dead, surprise!

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It had been a month since you had died on your mission. A month since Muichiro was just seconds too late to save you. A month since you had died in his arms, telling him that you loved him. And he loved you too, so much. So very much. He still got random memories from time to time, of you and him, from before he had lost his memories. You two were together, laughing, smiling, his hand in yours, fingers intertwined. It was those that he cherishes the most, the ones of you two together happily.

He refused to train any demon slayers that came to him. Only going out on every mission available, to ruthlessly kill all demons he came across. Mercilessly slashing their heads from their necks, killing them slowly and painfully, revenge for your death. He’d kill them all. He’d kill every demon in the world, so you could rest peacefully in your grave.

Once the mission was over, he’d return to your mansion, making sure to clean himself off first, he couldn’t let filth tarnish your beautiful home after all. He hadn’t let them take it away after you died, your home. He made sure all of your things remained untouched, just the way you had left it. Even going so far as to hire a maid to clean it a few times a week so it would be spotless.

Muichiro would curl up in your room, on your bed with one of your haoris. It still held your scent. He’d pretend you were there next to him. He’d pretend it was your arms he was curled up in, not your clothes. He’d pretend you were there, holding him, playing with your hair as you whispered sweet words into his ears, telling him you loved him, and this time giving him a chance to say it back. A chance for him to tell you he loves you, and he means it, from the bottom of his heart.

Many of the others had stopped by, Mitsuri being the most frequent visitor. They had tried to help him get over his heartbreak, over his grief. They had all lost their patience one by one, telling him these things happen, telling him how everyone is hurt by your death but it was time for him to resume his responsibilities, telling him how it was time to let you go. But he couldn’t. He refused to let you go. How could he just let go of someone he loves so dearly? He still hasn’t gone to your grave, refusing to believe you were truly gone from this world.

That’s why he dreads the day when he can no longer remember the sound of your voice, the way your beautiful eyes crinkled as a genuine smile appeared on your face, the way your hair flowed in the gentle wind as the two of you sat together, the way the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears, the way your soft touch warmed his skin and made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He dreads the day when your scent fades from your things and he is no longer able to remember the way your fragrance invaded his senses as he laid his head on your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Muichiro Tokito dreads the day you fade from his memory, there was no reason to live if the light in his life had faded away right before him, with nothing he could do to stop it. Just like the night you died.

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Muichiro Tags: @l0v3fantasy

☆ 'friendly' practice

prompto argentum x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: prompto asks [name] if they could practice kissing to learn for when they have future partners. many feelings get shared in the process. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

prompto and [name] were inseperable.

the two had known eachother for the longest time - even longer than prompto knew noctis, or gladio, or ignis. it was always just prompto and [name], the way it always was and will be.

the two, being best friends and all, had a lot in common. they shared the same taste in music, games and practically everything else that a person could think of.

surprisingly, the men both also had never had a romantic partner before. they'd never felt the romantic touch of another, or even been kissed before. they definitely had a lot in common for that reason too. yet, it was completely normal to [name] and prompto having no romantic partners.

[name] didn't mind not having a partner, as he actually had a crush on someone. of course, that someone was none other than his best friend. prompto.

on the other hand, prompto always moped, and moaned, and whined about not having a partner. he'd always dream about having someone to love, but he was always scared of making a move on anyone. [name] thought it was funny, and quite cute too.

[name] always felt that prompto was oblivious to his feelings, even if he tried to subtly hint at them. prompto never asked [name] out, and [name] always thought it was because prompto was straight. however, [name] was far off. he just didn't know how prompto actually felt himself.

it was a usual friday evening, the two men were hanging out at [name]'s place. they were doing the usual things - playing games on the console, eating snacks and talking about stuff. it was the usual bro things they did. yet, something seemed quite unusual about this night. prompto was sitting there silent, as if he was internally debating something. of course, [name] was curious.

"what're you thinking so much for?" [name] asked as he paused the game that they were playing, placing his console down on the nearby table. "you seem to be in deep thought about something." [name] hummed, narrowing his eyes at his best friend.

prompto sighed before he put his own controller down on the table. he then pouted as he looked over at [name]. [name] couldn't tell where this conversation was headed.

"you know how we've.. never had any partners before right?" prompto asked, still seemingly deep in thought. [name] nodded in response to prompto's question, confused as to where this conversation was headed. "so we've both never been kissed before, right?" prompto continued asking, getting another nod from [name].

[name] didn't hope this conversation was headed where he thought it was. however, he had to admit, he wouldn't really mind.. kissing prompto. it was something he thought about practically all the time because he had such a huge crush on his best friend.

prompto then hummed and he leaned forward, his pout changing from a pout to a smirk. "well, why don't we kiss then?" prompto asked, his voice sort of smug and confident, a side of prompto not many got to see.

suddenly, prompto realised the weight of his words and he backed away. his eyes widened slightly and he looked away from [name], a blush forming on his cheeks as he did so.

"uhm.. as friends of course. so we can practice for our future partners.." prompto chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. he then looked at [name] and grinned nervously, hoping that his best friend didn't think of this idea as weird or anything.

[name] stared at prompto in shock for a few seconds. his eyes were slightly wide and his mouth was agape. of course prompto had to say something that [name] was thinking about.. they were best friends and they could practically read eachothers minds.

then, [name] let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. he closed his mouth and he face shrunk back to how it was normally. the whole room felt hot now. [name] couldn't believe that prompto had suggested such a thing, but he wasn't entirely opposed to it.

"sure." [name] nodded and he gulped before speaking once again. "i mean, if it's to practice for our future partners then sure, i don't see why not." [name] continued, his voice practically sounding like a mouse squeaking.

in reality, [name] was really hoping that this was practice for when he had prompto would become an item. yet, he'd never have the guts to admit that to his best friend. ever.

"great." prompto chuckled, still looking at [name] with a grin. he was so happy, ecstatic even that [name] accepted his offer. "i thought you were going to say no or something.." prompto admitted, still chuckling nervously.

"i'd never say no to you, prompto. you're my best friend after all." [name] whispered, leaning in closer to prompto and not leaving that much space between them.

the room was now feeling hot for both men, and their was an air of romance in the room too that none of them were going to mention. this was definitely something more than just friends practising. there was obviously hidden, harboured feelings from both parties.

"that's.. really good to know." prompto gulped, his eyes meeting [name]'s as the two of them leaned forward. they were closer than ever. they had never been this face to face before - it was something entirely new for them.

the two then finally closed the minimal gap that was left between them. their lips met in a kiss, the kiss that was the first for the both of them.

it felt like pure heaven. it felt like the greatest thing that either had experienced throughout their years on earth. it was truly the best feeling ever, and the two never wanted it to end. they wanted to share this feeling with eachother for as long as they could.

[name] then suddenly pushed prompto down onto the couch so he'd lay down on his back. the two were then making out, barely even just kissing at this point. it was like a battle, it was as if this make out session was the last thing that the two men were going to share before dying. it definitely wasn't something just between two friends now. it was something more. it was romantic.

prompto gasped and he pulled away for air, coughing slightly as he did so. he couldn't believe what he had just done with [name], and [name] couldn't fully believe it either.

"wow.." prompto mumbled to himself, breathing in and out heavily to relax himself from what had just happened. he then smiled before he looked up at [name]. "that was amazing.. and definitely worth practising with you. we should do this more often-"

prompto was then cut off by [name] pressing his lips against the blonde's yet again. [name] didn't even hesitate, he just swooped in and kissed prompto again. this was something he had wanted for years, and he wasn't going to waste his opportunity at all.

"i want to do this more.." [name] then muttered against prompto's lips. his eyes were closed as he drank in the taste of his best friend's lips. "but as a couple. not as a friend. i don't want to dance around my feelings any longer."

the blonde couldn't believe what he was hearing. yeah, he had liked [name] but he never thought that [name] liked him back. he had only offered the kissing practice to see if [name] truly did have feelings for him, and everything now confirmed it.

prompto nodded and he pulled away from [name] yet again, holding onto his shoulder. he couldn't believe what had just happened, it was all so quick, but he wasn't complaining. he had wanted this to happen for so long after all.

"of course.. i'd love for us to be a couple." prompto replied, pulling [name] into a hug. "i've always wanted us to be a couple, but i guess i was just too much of a coward to say anything that's why i moaned about being single so much." prompto laughed at himself as he recalled all of the times he probably ended up annoying [name] with his constant whines.

"it's official then. we're boyfriends." [name] hummed as he hugged prompto back, never wanting to let go of his boyfriend. ever. he wanted to stay like this, with prompto in his arms, for as long as he could - which was preferably forever.

prompto hummed in agreement and he nodded. he felt so glad that their unknown feelings had now become known. it was the best feeling in the world, better than all the kissing he and [name] had just done.

"yep, we're boyfriends now." prompto whispered, grinning to himself as he got held by [name]. this was officially the best day ever.

"now then.." [name] cleared his throat, pulling away from the hug slightly. "shall we get back to practising?" [name] smirked.

it was going to be a long night for prompto…

☆ author's note: hope you enjoy! i'll try get requests out soon, but please keep requests coming too!

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