Bunny hybrid!Isagi who begs to fuck you as soon as you wake up
Bunny hyrid!Isagi who comes into the shower with you only to press you against the wall and fuck you again
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who loves when you tug on his ears every time he makes you cum, it tells him that he did a good job!
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who whines and cries every time you need to go to work and leave him behind
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who knows he'll get punished but can't help but hump the pillow desperately until you come home
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who ends up falling asleep while cuddling the cum-soaked pilow while wearing one of your shirts
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who actually loves the punishments you give him. He knows that he'll able to fill you up with his cum in the end, so he doesn't care how you punish him
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who only learns his lesson when you edge him for hours and ignore his whines to let him fuck you at the end of it all
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who can go for hours, begging for you to let him get off while you get some rest as long as he's gentle and quiet
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who humps your leg like a puppy instead because he doesn't want to disturb your sleep
Bunny hybrid!Isagi who will fall aleep gripping onto you, refusing to let you go for hours
Here are my Stray Kids stories. If a link does not work, please let me know. Enjoy!
⚠️Notes⚠️
Please keep in mind that…
>All pictures used belong to their rightful owners(e.i. Pinterest and RealStrayKids)
>I do not condone any and all unacceptable attractions/actions/thoughts towards Stray Kids in real life. This is all purely fiction, and is not true.
>Anything written about these men are, again, purely fictional. None of it means they act/react/talk in real life, as well as portray them in that way. Anything that is said or written does not mean that do/say/act those ways.
>Any warnings that are needed will be labeled accordingly. If anything is missed, please let me know.
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Stories
🎵Exchange Rate of the Heart
[Bang Chan x Female Reader | Multi-chapter story | Ongoing]
Summary:
You never realized how much life had to offer until you moved to a completely different country. It wasn’t long-term, but it was enough to keep you on your toes. Joining a foreign exchange program for college was something you’ve always dreamed of, but never found yourself doing until it was a last minute decision. A ‘spur-of-the-moment’ kind of thing, if you will.
While your eyes sparkled with new found opportunities and exploration, your heart can only take so much. Being young and foreign isn’t easy, that much is obvious, but what about unintentionally getting close with your idol and falling in love?
🎵My Only Sunshine
[Felix x Female Reader | Multi-Chapter story | Haitus]
Summary:
Y/N lived a rather boring and busy life. Living in her early twenties, she had realized that now was the time she’d be really starting her journey…and a struggle it is. She learns how to be an adult, juggling jobs and learning to be independent. However, when more and more weight begins to fall on her shoulders, something from above seems to send someone right in her path, just to make things a little easier.
It’s safe to say she doesn’t regret showing off some clothing on her social media.
One-Shots/Headcanons
🎶 Loyal Love, Broken Hearts
[Royal Guard!Bang Chan x Princess!Reader | Royalty AU | One-Shot]
Summary:
They say love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. While you believed most of what your mother told you, you couldn’t help but to doubt the love she speaks of. How can the other half of your soul be someone that isn’t of your status? Your loyal guard had always been by your side since the very beginning, Knowing full well the line between you, yet its only when your life is at stake in which you both finally decide to cross that line.
🎵A Safe Slumber
[Lee Know x Reader | Established Relationship | One-Shot]
Summary:
Living with insomnia could be hard, but with the love of your life always there by your side, he seems to always find ways to get you back to sleep.
Practice vanilla milkshake drabble since ao3 is down again
More under the cut//
Idk if I’ll ever finish this but I really wanted to write something short about their comic dynamic where shadow milk is pretending to be the sage of truth that guides them through beast yeast but pure vanilla actually wants to get to know him as a friend (he has no idea this guide is one of the fallen emissaries)
“You don’t want me to use my staff right?” Tim asked, his hands working to wrap themselves up with boxing wraps. He flexed out each of his hands, making sure he could still move them well.
“You can do whatever- Use whatever you want on me.” Kon stuttered, hoping Tim wouldn’t catch it. He needed to get this under control, it was starting to spiral.
It was a rainy afternoon in August Meadows, a sleepy town in Louisiana. Many people were inside, grateful not in the pouring rain. Jemima "Jem" Samuels was not one of them.
"Of all the days to forget me umbrella, it had to be this one. And wearing this dress too." She sighed, though still with a small strained smile on her face. She was told to wait for her by Doc, so who was she to complain?
As she sulked in the rain, a boy walked beside her. He was wearing a black hoodie up but there was some magenta hair poking a bit. His skin was darkish brown, He had a guitar hanging from his back. He didn't say a word, just stood there. At that point, it seems like it would be best to just ignore each other.
As the rain continued to beat on, it sounded like a gentle melody. To pass the time, the boy started to tap along to it. Each time never changing the rhythm. As it continued on, Jem started to hum along. Adding a tune that strangely enough, sounded nice.
At that the boy stopped and turned to her. He gave a big smirk at her, clearly having fun with his joke.
"Hey, Jem." Klein Singh, another ward of Mr Nelson. A nice guy, if one more on the snarkier side. His long magenta hair was hidden by the hoodie. He was wearing white glasses which laid on his hooked nose.
"Hey Klein. Getting good at that spell, huh?"
"Yep, the old mind fuzz trick never fails." He smirked. "It got me out of trouble. " He looked at the rain falling and sighed. "So what do you think will the team be like?"
"I heard good things about them. So they might be nice."
"Or the mother of all trouble."
Jem quirked her eyebrows. "I thought you missed trouble."
He laughed at the suggestion. "I know, that's why I'm excited. I missed it." Jem never got most of the details of Klein's life before coming to Earth. Just that he was from another world and worked as a mage. After that, he just clammed up. So she figured she wouldn't pry.
Suddenly, thunder flashed in the distance. The downpour increased, almost like it was turning into a storm.
"Think you have a magic umbrella spell?"
"You know as well as I don't, unfortunately. Where is the old butt anyway?" A portal appears in front of them. A text buzzed on Jem's phone.
Jem read it to Klein.*Sorry I can't introduce you myself, I have something to do today. I'll be back as soon as I can.*
"Well, that explains. Now to meet our new friends."Klein shrugged.
"Agreed...." They walked in.
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The place was weird. Then again, with all that he's been through the past few days, it's not the strangest thing to happen. So his plan is to be normal enough not to start trouble. He succeeded with being friends with Reil, though she's cool so she doesn't count. Still, he's best bet is to not mess up.
"These are the new recruits. I expect you to treat them well." The bat guy introduced them. Batmen, was it? He really need to check my hero sheet after this.
"Hey y'all. I'm Jemima Samuels but most people call me Jem. Here's hoping we get along." My favorite gothic zombie girl waved at the new teens, smile never leaving. She is the face for a reason.
"Nice to meet you Jem-stone. And who's the guitar hero over there?" The other redhead in the blue shirt pointed to Klein.
"Klein Singh, Music Mage."
"That's your code name? Kinda basic" The kid in sunglasses asked.
Klein chuckled."No it's what magic I use. Technically it's the 'Song of the Heart' which is more on the support side of bardic magic but yes is magical music"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Miss Martin. We were just giving a tour. Do you want to join?" The redhead girl asked.
"Sure. Might as well see the place, given I'll be stuck here for a while." Klein. He was still a bit annoyed from being caught in the rain.
She wisely ignored that. "So that tour, then."
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" I've been meaning to ask you. Hi I'm Wally by the way." The redheaded boy started. He looked nice enough.
"And what would that be?"
"Why the magic thing?" Wally asked.
"Oh, I didn't think you would care. Well, it all started when I was 6. You see, I once-"
"Are you really making up a back story for that?" The redheaded boy shrugged.
"Hahaha.I'm sorry what did you say?" He felt a twitch in his eye. 'Keep calm Singh, he probably doesn't mean anything by it. Just don't flip '
"Like magic isn't real, dude. Like the gimmick is lame and the whole bard thing wouldn't get you a date."
I dont’t know if y’all are down for 1600 words of only slightly jargon filled and incredibly niche headcanons, but here we go?
The mercs go sailing! (And also boating / paddling in general. They deserve the options.)
(There’s a small glossary of terms, and reference photos of the boats I’m thinking about and mentioning at the end for your convenience. Please note I’m a pretty amateur sailor and I’ve prolly explained or typed something wrong) ((yes it got nerdy enough I felt a glossary was warranted, I’m sorry))
scout: Oh dear god this man is gonna be a mess until he gets it but when he does he goes ZOOMIN. put him in a sunfish or a racing boat, like a catamaran. first time he's on a steep heel he screams like a baby but when he realizes it means more speed he's totally down, hook him into that cat's trampoline straps and eat his sea spray, bitch. (He does not care that they are on a freshwater lake, it’s sea spray in his heart) he's a chronic capsizer in a sunfish though because he keeps overcorrecting when trying to catch all the wind he can. He is banned from the motorboats for reckless behavior and roughhousing enough to nearly send poor pyro and demo overboard. Gets sent up the mast on one of the bigger boats to fix a light on the top of the mast and nearly shits his pants despite being very assuredly safe.
heavy: he honestly would probably run the motor boats the most, but if there had been a chance for one of the really large sailing vessel (40-70ft) where he actually has room to move, he would be down. hes mostly just reading and fishing out beached or turtled mercs. occasionally drafted into helping scout unflip bc heavy actually weighs enough to leverage the daggerboard right, unlike scout, because he keeps filling his sail with water and making more effort to right the boat. He’d be a saint if he could work the 30 footers when they’re pulling the halyards to turn because he’d be able to pull those so well, is weary of the boom from his height
demo: he's chilling on a flat bottomed fishing boat napping and fishing for most of the day, but he periodically goes out in a canoe with sniper to catch some fish separate from the motor boat, and also mess around. his balance is just messed up enough that later in the day he can't really do any of the 20 foot boats and definitely not a sunfish, but if you catch him earlier in the day he'd probably manage a nice trip in a 20 footer. He gets a little rowdy on the big 30 foot and tries to swing around on the side stays while horsing around with scout and as the boat jerks, he totally falls. it was inevitable one of the men would do he just ended up the unlucky bastard to be the center of the man overboard drill
Engie: splits his time fishing on the motorboat and messing around with all the boats, he does a little of everything, he most of all likes the 20-30 footers because he can calculate out all the rope tensions and physical at play in the down moments between turns without having to worry too much. He does enjoy the quiet of being alone in the sunfish tho, the rest of the boys joke he just likes it because they’re the same size as him (small). thinks about how much speed he’d need to run them over with in said sunfish to make them quit. Barely refrains. He is incredibly interested in tinkering with the motors on all of the sailboats and motorboats to see how he could improve their efficiency. Refrains on basis of not wanting to kill them and wreck the boat
sniper: snipes is mostly kayaking around away from everyone's chaos to do some fishing and birdwatching, probably hops on the 20 footer with demo for chill times, hates the sunfish because he kept getting hit by the boom because he was too tall to bend under it when turning and couldn’t rig it higher up and medic got tired of coming back in and taking care of the head wounds. He is having a grand time when scout’s not harassing him in the sunfish. But he does get very accurate at using his paddle to splash scout. Comes in with the biggest haul of fish, crabs, prawns, and inexplicably, 3 turtles, a duck, and a righteously confused snapping turtle for everyone to grill up at the end of the day.
pyro: on the catamaran with scout zipping around. heard the boat had a trampoline, was sorely disappointed, but is bouncing on it anyways. does not like the sunfish because swimming in their suit isn't fun when they don’t anticipate it and they kept tipping before they got the hang of it. bizarrely good at tying the knots for the lines though, no one knows how they manage this though their gloves. got heavy to drive the motor boat really fast while they sit on the front and despite how rough it is (you slam up and down a little when you go really quick) they are hooting and hollering and having the time of their life. Nearly lost the sunhat they brought along and cried. Sniper has to dive down in the lake to retrieve it for them.
spy: this man absolutely used to competitively race, he yearns for his old racing boat back in france, gets over it by trying to teach the others the noble art of it, scout is the only one who tries and races and they get along oddly well once they get past scouts incessant ability to turtle sunfish. he's also on the 20 footer a lot because it reminds him of his old boat (he brings it up at every opportunity, very insufferable about it) he can absolutely do all of the fancy knot tricks that are a bitch and a half to master. Will rant about boat maintenance and design. Very Opinionated about what makes some boats ugly or beautiful. One of the only times he gets down and dirty is to maintain or repair the boats and their motors. He surprises engineer majorly with his knowledge.
medic: mostly likes the big 30 footer but does not mind going on the kayaks once or twice. gets a little wild with the helm (steering) commands, gets very dramatic with it. most likely to get sea sick to me, he also manages to scamper around rigging with far more grace than you would think. He is utterly enamoured with the various ways these boats can and have injured people though. He finds the interiors of the larger ones quite cozy and likes the design. The birds love following him around as he sails and stretching their wings, nestle back on him when they get tired. It gives him a fucked up pirate vibe with the chilling grin and bloody dove from sitting on snipers head on his shoulder.
soldier: oh goodness, have you ever wanted more naval trivia? because this man has all of it, correct and not. used overhand knots as stopper knots on the sails (derogatory) and gave spy a conniption because of it. he's lookout on the bigger boats because he wanted to "command the largest of their naval fleet" he has an impressive ability to know the wind and gauge its changes and how to keep the right point of sail (how your sails are set up) he's very "old eccentric sailing guy" to me. He is a beast at charting and piloting (positive) and can do dead reckoning math (slightly complex little bit of locational determination based on what’s around you at what angle and speed) with surprising ease. Excellent at doing knots, uses them wrong. (He’s doing that part intentionally to give spy grief. Whoever said solly couldn’t have a little fun?)
sunfish, little 1-2 people boat, about 14 feet long, very nimble, but flip (and luckily unflip) easily. Need lower wind speeds because itty bitty (not my personal fave to sail, but incredibly popular still, they’re not bad I just prefer larger less flippy boats)
catamaran: two hulled boat, used a lot for racing, has a web like a trampoline stretched between them, with straps sewn on so you can slide your feet under to not fall, or clip yourself right onto one of the side stays. 1-3 people ish (incredibly fun to sail, seem like they’re slow until they grab the wind right then you’re gone. I know a dude with a hilarious custom sail for his)
20 footer: general term im using for all the medium sized 2-6 person sailboats of abt this length (this specifically I’m showing here is a Chrysler buccaneer 18! IRL I’m working to repair one currently)
30 footer: like above, but these are up to maybe 8 or more people, minimum of 4 ish though for the sake of control in my very non expert opinion (what I’m specifically showing here is a tartan 30, which I also routinely sail! Ours is a piece of shit with a busted internal motor so we bolted a comparatively tiny one to the back. and I lover her anyways, we call her water rat even though that is most definitely not her name)
heel: when you’re boats at an angle in the water relative to the water, how flat or angled you are, having this is good! It means you’re catching a lot of wind and less boat in the water means less drag (you can see it in the catamaran pic)
daggerboard: a removable board in small boats like sunfish, (exists in other forms in larger boats) that points straight down and keeps the boat moving in a straight line, it pokes out the bottom and when you flip you pull down on this with all your (and your partner’s if you have one) weight to right your boat again. Do it fast or your sail will fill with water like a scoop and make it harder.
sidestay: mostly on 20 ish and up size boats, part of the system of metal cables that put tension on your mast to keep it pointed up straight, one of the things u can hold on (never hold onto rope) on a boat for stability part from handles and safety lines
boom: the metal pole running parallel to the deck of the boat at the bottom of the main sail, it's called a boom because when you turn, and it swings to the other side of the boat with the sail, and if your head is in the way well… it sounds like boom. Gives concussions even on sunfish, the power of metal tuning, and speed.
halyards: the lines you pull on the big boats when turning, have enough tension that they need winches to tighten and take in often times
Notes: Oh my God, this story has been sitting in my computer for over two years. I've never finished editing it and then completely forgot about its existence. Until now! After two years, Prue Morris is back!
For the context it’s better to read Bad Fortune first.
Warnings: abusive mother and mentions of physical abuse
Word count: 2.1K
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She hated how the whole situation made her feel. Prue knew very well her mother won’t change. She tried everything but there was always something wrong. So, she decided it’ll be best she just lives her life as she wants. Even though arguments still hurt, especially today.
But now there wasn’t much time for contemplation. Tommy’s been invited to a party with some influential people and since Prue’s a “Shelby’s girl” now, she’s coming too. Tommy was picking her up in two hours and she was just entering her place with two bags of things she brought from her mother’s house. It should be just enough time to make the puffiness of her eyes and swelling go away.
She didn’t cry in front of her mother when she called her a disgrace and disrespectful, she kept her face. But the night had already fallen at 5 pm in the dark winter and no one noticed tears rolling down her cheeks as she was leaving her childhood home and making her way back to her flat. She hated that it still bothered her. She knew it’ll never change but the pain of a parent demanding respect without seeing their offspring as a person on their own, it still hurt.
No time for that now. The dress she got ready for the evening hung on the bedroom door, shoes clean, coat by the main entrance. Prue hoped the evening, no matter how boring according to Tommy’s words, will keep her mind off things.
And just as the clock stroke 7, she heard the car outside. Eyes still puffy, she didn’t want Tommy to see. No need for the conversation to start there. Hopefully the winter air would calm her skin until they arrived. She quickly grabbed her coat and purse and ran down the stairs before he could come up to her. The air was chilly and she found Tommy standing by the car, door opened. She smiled.
* * *
“I promise this boring evening won’t be long,” he whispered to her when they entered the venue and had their coats taken by butlers. “We’re here to test the waters, nothing more.”
“No enemies I should know about?” Prue took a glass of champagne off the waiter’s tray as they entered the main hall. The room was full of fancy dressed people, drinking and having their small talks. She could see the fake polite smiles plastered all over their faces.
“Some. But you’re safe as long as you stay with me.” Tommy’s eyes roamed the room as he pulled Prue closer to his side.
“And you? I hope you don’t plan to ruin the evening by getting shot,” Prue teased him as she sipped the champagne but with the other hand, she instinctively clenched her purse with a hidden gun. The last thing she wanted was to be taken by surprise. Tommy shook his head.
“No, no conflicts tonight. We have a brief conversation and we’re on our way.”
Prue was sceptical about the brief conversation because she knew how long could the business take with Thomas, especially-
“Prue, what is this?” his voice took her out of her thoughts, as he was looking right at her. For a second, she was confused but then noticed the red lipstick stain on her champagne glass. She realized what he was talking about. She looked away but Tommy took her chin to his hand and turned her back to him firmly. He was staring at her bloody lip she tried to hide under the lipstick, which was now on the champagne glass.
He quickly looked around before pulling her to the side, entering an empty balcony. Then he took her by the chin again.
“Who did this.” It wasn’t a question. His voice was low and deep and despite his rather calm expression, she saw his jaw clenched as anger was slowly creeping on him.
“Don’t worry, none of your enemies had guts to put a finger on me yet,” she said, pushing away his hand holding her chin a little rougher than he’d wanted.
“Let’s just say my mother doesn’t agree with my life choices and she lets it be known.”
Tommy blinked slowly as he does when information strikes him like a train and his expression changed ever so slightly – his jaw was no longer clenched, his face read pure disbelief. He took her face into his hands and pulled her into his chest for a hug.
“It was because of me, wasn’t it,” he said, holding her tight.
“It was everything and nothing, Tom. As it always is with us for quite some time now.”
“When did this happen?”
“Today. I went to pick up some stuff from home. So, we were faced one on one again.”
“Prue, this is unacceptable behaviour.”
“It’s not like I live there anymore. I officially took all my stuff. I don’t need to go back if I don’t want to.”
He finally let her go as Prue started shivering. It was winter after all and standing on the balcony with no coats was not the best idea.
“Let’s go inside,” said Prue but Tommy was already removing his suit jacket and putting it over her shoulders. “Tommy- “
“Tell me.”
“Here? Now? Cannot it wait?”
He said nothing. He was looking at her with the same expression.
“There’s not much to be said. It is how it is. It’s my mother, same old. End of story.”
It was one of those situations that may not make her upset on their own but by the association with everything her mother ever told her, even though she tried very hard to fight it, made her upset. And Tommy’s unchanging expression, waiting for her to spill it all out, right here, on a balcony on a freezing night, when there are people inside she will have to go to and talk to like nothing happened, she didn’t think she’s that strong.
“Well, goddammit, Tommy, I cannot cry now, I’ll ruin my makeup, we have business to attend!” She blinked quickly to stop the burning and tossed his jacket back to him.
“We can talk later. Now let’s get this over with. Cover that gun unless you want to trump my mother’s insults with your funeral as a reason for me to cry.” Without a second of hesitation, she opened the balcony door.
“I’m going to fix my lipstick now.” And off she was.
Tommy put his jacket back on and with a sigh he followed her inside.
* * *
The evening was a blur of bright chandelier lights and cigarette smoke, mixed with champagne and talk with a couple of men. Prue listened to what they were talking about but if someone asked her what the topic or main points of the conversation were, she wouldn’t be able to answer.
Tommy held her close, one of his hands always either holding her elbow or shoulder when talking to potential business partners. She hoped to be distracted by the evening but now all she did was dreading the conversation that will inevitably come. There was nothing to say, as she stated before and now she just hoped Tommy would understand.
She was pleasantly surprised when after around two hours they were on their way to the car, silent. It wasn’t until Tommy started the engine up, he spoke.
“So, now the business is done, let’s talk.”
“As I said, Tommy, there’s not much to talk about. Nothing new.”
“It’s worth talking about if it made you upset.”
“It didn’t make me upset.”
For a second, he turned his gaze from the road with a lifted eyebrow. Prue’s lips formed a thin line and she was sure he can see her clenched jaw in the dim glow of headlights reflecting off the road.
Silence fell between them. For a while, Prue watched the landscape passing behind the window. The sky was dark grey and it started snowing.
“Fine, it made me upset. But there's nothing I can do about it. She won’t be different.”
“But she’s still your mother,” finished Tommy. Prue looked at him with a hint of anger seeping through the cracks but she knew, from the tone of his voice, he was not scolding her.
“And the closest ones especially know how and where to strike.”
She could feel her eyes burning but remained silent. Only when they approached a familiar crossroad and Tommy took a different turn, she got confused.
“I think you missed the turn.”
“Maybe.” One-word answer. What?
“Tommy, where are we going?”
He gave her a brief look and she’d swear she saw a small smile on his lips.
“I guess I’m stealing you from your mother as foretold by prophecy,” the pompous way he said that made Prue sigh deeply.
“Please, just take me home. You can steal me any other day.”
“I think today’s a perfect day, actually.”
“Tom.”
“Hm?”
“Where are we going.”
“We’re almost there.”
They drove for a few more minutes until they reached a small hilltop. Tommy exited the car and walked over to the other side to open doors for her.
“If I were your enemy, I would’ve sworn I’m going to die here.”
“Good thing you’re not an enemy”, he gave her a small smile as she took his hand exiting the car.
It was freezing cold and snowing but she realized why Tommy took her here. They were overlooking the entire Birmingham.
“I thought we could enjoy the city without the smoke and mud a little,” Tommy said, as if he was reading her mind’s questions. It was silent and calm. Prue haven’t even realized how the loud evening and her mother’s risen voice affected her. For the first time today, she felt like she could just stop and enjoy the moment.
“It’s so peaceful,” she said, watching the smoke rise from factory chimneys in the distance. “Do you come here often?”
“Sometimes. When I need to think.”
Prue inhaled cold winter air and it made her shiver down to her spine. The snow was falling slowly and she felt the entire world had stopped. She looked at Tommy, overlooking the skyline and couldn’t help but to step closer and gently wrap her arms around him, burying her face in his coat. He pulled her closer, wrapping his hands around her in turn. They stood there in an embrace for a while, until they slowly started swaying and Tommy took her hand to his.
“Are we dancing?” Prue mumbled still into his coat, eyes closed.
“We’re dancing,” Tommy’s voice reverberated in his ribcage as she slowly detached herself from his chest and faced him with a smile.
“Did you take me here to dance, Mr. Shelby?” she teased him with a smile as they continued to sway in the freshly fallen snow, puffs of warm breath escaping their mouths.
“That’s what we're doing," he smiled.
“We could’ve danced in my living room, I’d even put some music on.”
“It’s not as peaceful as here.”
He was right. At the beginning of the day, she wouldn’t have thought she’ll end up dancing in the middle of nowhere overlooking Birmingham. Tommy gave her a little spin and she ended up in his arms again.
“Maybe you should steal me more often,” Prue teased, holding his hand.
“What if I stole you and never returned you?” Tommy looked into her eyes, suddenly serious. His eyes were full of uncertainty. She gave him a gentle look.
“I’d be okay with that.”
And just like that, the uncertainty melted away.
“Well, I guess that’s settled then.”
Before Prue could’ve asked any more questions, Tommy let go of her hand and reached into his pocket. At first, she thought he took out a lighter but only when the item in his hands opened, she became speechless.
“Prue Morris, are you willing to be stolen by a Gypsy for the rest of your life?”
A ring glistened in the box, reflecting the headlights of the car. She could feel her eyes burning again.
“Will you marry me?”
Only when he repeated the question she realized how long she left him hanging with an obvious answer.
“Yes, yes I will,” she managed to say without her voice breaking. With a gentle touch, Tommy removed her glove and put the ring on her finger. Her hands were shaking. She was shaking. He noticed.
“Regretting the choice already?”
“Shut up, Thomas,” her voice finally broke and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She brought her hands to his face as he pulled her close.
The kiss was long and tender. His soft lips brushing against hers, feeling the heat radiating from his cheeks despite the freezing weather. Coats covered in snowflakes on both of them, as they stood on a hilltop, lost in one another.
When they finally parted, he brushed the tears off her cheeks.
