elenor222

[elenor222]

Pairing: CEO!Harry Styles × reader

Summary: All the highs and the lows of infidelity.

Words: 2.6k

The rain was beating over her heart. Teardrops fell from above shielding the grey destruction. She sighed. The media had died down after her last release. She was working on a few small projects at the moment. Sprawled in her bed painting her nails cinnamon red, mouth wine dark and wanting. She looked up at the glass ceiling and thought of the man who lately bruised her heart.

Her heels clicked at the stone chipped roads. She pretended not to call the media again. It wasn’t necessary, but why let all the efforts go to waste? The thing is, sometimes she would look up at the universe and hear it saying ‘What is not about you?’

“hi” Harry said grinning as she entered. She could see he was a little jumpy if not nervous to see her again. He had the charm of a successful man and some lost interlace of youth.

She simply nodded as she stretched her hands to meet his. She supposed, then, his heart too has been weeping blood. The air gets warmer, and so does she. He points towards his office, to head along with him. She duly followed, knowing very well that Octobers are so dreamy that you can’t tell reality away from destruction. He clinks the door open for her attributing to his gentle nature. Her back brushes against his arms, she wonders if he will disappoint her better than anyone else.

“Well, I was thinking maybe we could do a Parisian shoot for the summer. It will look good on the app and moreover might get you on the covers of a few magazines with our glasses. Good marketing for us. You’d have to go there for about two weeks and we can hire you as our brand ambassador for the year. Sits well?” he intertwined his hands, resting them on the table. If judas said he loved Jesus, would he lie? Harry was holding a knife at her throat, ‘I love you’ chocolate vignette blurring.

She’d heard all that before. But what she had not heard was how nice his hands looked up front. Green veins circumscribing the edge of his wrist. Burning, Cannibalistic and deprived. She could not turn her eyes away. He tilted his head asking for an answer. She looked up at his yellow tinted glasses and told him that would be a good plan. In her mind, it was some unbearable privilege. He took in her low-cut blouse and glimmering gold chain. He mustn’t think of her like that. He has a wife and kid waiting for him back home. Pause. He would rearrange the world for her, if it meant proximity.

He also knew about her fiancée. Blue eyes and technicolor skin. But the way her chain dangled upon her collarbone with her fluttering eyelashes. He recomposed himself sensing that she had realized he was staring. They got up, he took her trembling hands and kissed them. This is not where the legends come from, he’s not what a hero should look like.

Then there was this campaign announcement shoot where she had to dress up as the girl next door eating ice-cream out of a tub. They dressed her up in a skin tint camisole and braided her hair back in an effortless manner. Harry was supposed to direct her. That would be interesting, considering the tension hanging in the air. She got up on the bed covered in a pink sheet. The background was truly beautiful. It was a malignant hue of pink and golden fairy lights adorning the rails of the bed.

She was grasped a vanilla tub of ice-cream to pose. The first few poses were simple consisting of face shots. She was smiling and giggling in most of them and then she moved towards the camera.

“Arch back and lick it” and do I need to remind you she would desperately do what she is told? Her camisole rode up exposing her pale lower back. Her hair framed her face as she licked the ice cream looking straight at Harry. He gulped as she rode her back further. Her stomach had touched the ground. Her breasts heaving up and down exposed under the heavy atmosphere covered by tight linen. She ran a hand through her hair tilting her face.

She met Harry a few days later in the announcement event. Most of the celebrities were present, with their partners. And so was she, her fiancé was a dimpled basketball player who was an angel. Was it wrong that she could just put her feet above his head and outwit the Gods?

Harry’s wife was a sun kissed lady adorned in a pale blue dress and diamond earrings. They spoke about the Parisian weather and fancy restaurants. You would see both of them together as if love was a scar, as if deep in ruins they could still unswallow each other.

Harry followed her to the balcony in cold steps. He had found her among those hundred art deco rooms. Maybe his name was in her spit. She turned towards him, smiling ear to ear, “Hey”

Harry ginned. “hi”, he looked towards the sky dreamily. “it’s a little too cold”

She agreed. He motioned if she wanted his coat, she politely shook her head. He wrapped it around her anyways. If she was to perish by the power of fire, at least it would be his. They both looked at each other’s eyes. In her eyes there were chapels filled with only his prayers and a dream of courting insanity. He was at least a foot taller than her. And he was wearing different glasses now.

They gazed at each other like they gazed at the sky. Like she could catch rain and keep it in her pocket and the world would dilute right in the background. She could swim and never be found.

“Baby” Harry’s wife called him breaking the fragile conversation between both. He widened his eyes pacing his hand back and forth. He followed his wife down the brown stairs but not before squeezing her back. She could hear murmurs, tired. Sinful. Dammed. She stood there captivated by the sky. They were starting to blur. She could end it; there was life on one end and him on the other. So, she stood still.

She was supposed to leave for Paris the next day. She hugged her lover goodbye and exited their home in her white Benz. She felt like the wind, floating above all. Pink skies and lavender warmth.

There were flashes everywhere at the airport. But now she was safely tucked in her plane. She’d booked this last day knowing Harry would be in the same flight as she was. They were bound to meet each other, so what if she fastened it a little?

There he was, dressed in a blue suit with a pale-yellow shirt. His eyes fell upon her and his heart fluttered. He didn’t imagine her to be here, she had a private jet and everyone has known that for years. He couldn’t get it right; did she want a bite of his heart or the holiness of this sin?

The seat next to her was empty. He walked towards it. She had booked two. They smiled towards each other as he took his seat.

“what’s up?”

“Just looking at you” she said looking at him as she sipped on her cold tea. To love someone is to firstly confess: I am ready to be tormented by you.

“I need to give you back you coat”

“You can keep it.”

“So, you can come back later for it?”

He grinned looking up at her. He liked the way her skin felt. Shiny and luminescent. He wondered when his wife last looked like her. He had imagined her on their wedding bed. Blood curling when he thought of her nails on his back. He had wondered how could pain feel this good.

As they sat there talking about his business, he realized she truly was invested in her work. He’d asked her then if she would like to see the mechanism of his business someday.

Now as she laid her head on his chest and slept, he imagined what life would be with her. There would be rush, sure. But would he love her the same or would he forget her life like he did his wife after his company reached a million-dollar valuation. He’d done this before and he knew she did too. But never was he more invested in his mistress’s life like he was in hers. He didn’t just want her in his bed but also in his office. He would like her to look through some simple thing that would have the same outcome even if she didn’t but he would grin and tell her what a great asset she was to the company. She’d kiss his cheek and tell it was all him.

Unknown to him, she was awake as she lay still. She didn’t know if she wanted to die in his arms or kill him. These moments where they were bigger than the sky was all she dreamt of. She craved his touch, his shoulder and his eyes. She wanted to be all he looked at; she’d never felt this way before. She wondered if she would give up everything for him. She wondered if she would die for him.

The plane landed on the CDG airport. She held his hand when she walked through the airport to get their luggage. It was as if they were going back to the garden. Come, let’s be kids again she called. She always carried light when travelling but Harry had 3 suitcases. She made a joke how she knew one of them contained all his colorful glasses. Was it just too late to turn him out of her heart?

Their intentions were unclear. They didn’t fool around with people they did business with. They weren’t sure if this was truly the right person but wrong time trope. Both of their heart beat first when they saw each other. It was like their dreams crashed together for them to meet. Where in another thousand years would live collide like this, this was home. Scratch that, this was their grave.

Their rooms in the lavish hotel were side to side, Harry had planned that. He elaborated it was for professional reasons, which both of them knew to be untrue.

At 2am she stared at the stars. There were too many for her liking and they screamed for her. Shattered girl, fallen angel, come die. He had been there at the next balcony hips bend for the past ten minutes staring at the stars in her eyes. She turned towards him. The skies had collided. They were the stars.

She was agile, the time and space between them was minute. It was like seeing each other in different light. Harry was meeting her as if he was only 26 and hers. She was seeing him as Osiris above her. The background had faded nine minutes ago. They forgot they were professional associates eight minutes ago. She wanted to be the sun above his head seven minutes ago. He forgot to distinguish his life apart from her six minutes ago. He looked right through her five minutes ago. She caught him dreaming of her four minutes ago. They called it love three minutes ago.

And they kissed like it was worlds colliding. The oceans had spiraled, the land wanted to eat them whole and the sky ruptured. They kissed like this was the end, this was a declaration. They were made to find each other. This game was deadly and only theirs.

Harry caressed her jaw. They were crying. They’d never felt betrayal and love more than this. They wanted to live and end it all at once. This was birth and death. She wrapped her arm around his long torso. Harry pulled her closer like he already missed her.

Back in bed, Harry was running his hand through her hair. There’s only two of them in the hotel room covered in cream and paper cutouts, on his bed full of historical warnings. He is 37 and her hair smells like blueberries, and like sandalwood perfume, something like she’s sat by the fire so long that her bones ached. Chemical smells, but she’s human and she never been so glad. His phone is ringing, something summery even though its autumn. he can feel love stuck on her throat when his fingers brush the back of her neck. There is a feeling growing in the pit of his stomach so cancerous it drums his heart. All because he has the perspective of God and she looks like she’s Eve, and he knows that this will cause them trouble and shame, cost them friends and family; but this one moment is the safest she has ever felt and will ever feel.

And then so it becomes, a panorama of highs and low. They love each other for seasons that pass recklessly, they love each other because they go home with half their hearts left at the cafés and then they see each other at events that would be career defining if they didn’t spiral into their void. Sometimes even the tabloids wondered, if this was destruction, if this was the new age, if this could potentially be love. But they never said it out loud. They never confirmed it to each other. They dreamt of the other and imagined they knew. They checked in different hotels with same names, they thought they knew and then they blazed in the sky. In an immaculate display of affection, they fell apart and somehow, they knew.

To think, four years ago, she lived under the same sky and breathed the same air, makes her nauseate. She’s grown up, sweet darling was getting married tomorrow and he could just watch. And she made sure, he would watch. Think it was some joke about his wife that led to this point. She couldn’t believe how his wife was as important to him as she was and it made her bleed. But there was no ultimatum, she always had it back in her head that he would never leave his wife for her. But this? He was her Harry for these two hours. There was no wife or kids or even 7 pm calls. He stood up, it wasn’t working out and he should leave. She cried and begged, then cried some more. But that was it, a bell, a chirruping and a shudder of death.

As she walked towards the same guy, she stood up all those years ago for some stupid teenage love, her life flashed upon her third eye. From medals to pageants, from love to career, always the first place. She was determined and unstoppable. That was who she was, not someone who cried on both 4 p.m. and am. Not someone who watched him on TV and shut his business. And definite not someone who was still in love with him. Who was waiting for him to collect his coat back.

The idea to end his career was spontaneous. She knew she could plead her case but not up to this extend. She had started it slow. Putting in recoils here and there, then she pulled a few strings and he stumbled. It was sad because she really did admire his sister. A few more meetings and he would be done for. Behind bars for who knows how long. she wins, again.

But today when she gets up on the stage, she sees him with his wife. Happy and diligent as ever. He pretends that his business is doing well but it’s written all over his face. He’s dead and done for. The child has grown. She’s venomous. She meets his eye; she’s challenging him for the last time.

See this is the end. There’s no nice way to put it but I’ll put in a way Harry would, if this was love, it was meant to be over.

He is grinning right through her, behind stands another actress. Goldilocks hair and porcelain skin. Same lips just blue hips. Gold chain dangling on her ribs.

Author's note: had this sitting in my docs for a long time. it was more poetical than an actual fanfic to me. Lmk how you felt.

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[elenor222]

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya × Reader

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Summary: Chishiya abandons reader and they reunite in the King of Diamonds. Only one leaves the supreme court.

Word count: 1.6k

“Fuck fuck Chishi”

Chishiya groaned hearing his name on your tongue. His mouth sucked harder on your clit. He felt at authority when you let out those squeals of his name. You were a panting mess in his arms. Body arched to match Chishiya’s pace. Cunt gushing for the platinum man.

This was just another day on the beach for both of you. You weren’t exclusive per se, but there was no other for either of you. Things would change for the better in the real world, you hoped. You genuinely liked the man. The small things he did for you, always brushing off your insecurities and making you feel special.

It started when you were placed next to his room, the random Tuesday you arrived. He had only raised an eyebrow. You were wary of these people at first, so welcoming, so normal. But then you were let in on the executive secrets by Chishiya. And you could finally breathe knowing this was no safe haven the hatter proclaimed.

Chishiya had quickly taken a liking to you. You joined the same games and he protected you. And then one day when you went paired together, you had kissed his lips for a brief second with no announcement. Both of you were surprised but nonetheless, he liked it you presumed. Because since that day whenever you were not paired together, you always ended up in his room, gagging and moaning.

Likewise, you were kept safe in the 10 of hearts game. You were with Kuina when Momoka was killed. There was no way for either of you to be the killer. And so you hid where Chishiya told you to, never once coming out. That is until you smelled the smoke rummaging through the building. You were sure they had destroyed what remained of the beach.

Was it even okay to come out even when chishiya hadn’t asked you to? You couldn’t think much as you sprinted across the hallways in a coughing fit in search of the white hood, only to be disappointed. You watched the beach fall to crumbles. You only hoped the rest of your friends were okay.

And then you were left to fend for yourself. Living on scraps. You thought about chishiya often. You could finally see the clear picture; he had used you. Hatter had known you from the real life. He prioritised you, and through you, chishiya got his executive position. You laughed thinking about all the sympathetic looks Arisu and Usagi gave you. They’d known too.

Then the face cards showed up. With no option and time running out, you joined the jack of clubs. It was a bold feat, considering the clubs were group games, but it seemed better than dying of the king of spades’ ammo.

It was a simple game really, you had to climb the ropes until the jack of clubs fell. Which meant, you needn’t need keep to keep scaling, you had to form an alliance to trip the jack.

So that’s what you did, you held onto your rope and started to swing and tear at others. It wasn’t the best strategy, but it worked.

You left with the card on fire.

The closest next game was the king of diamonds, so you rummaged through the city getting to the place. You met Kuina and Arisu on the way, battered and bruised. They looked surprised to see you alive. There was no denying that they thought you couldn’t survive without Chisiya. So, you wished them the best and went ahead with a heavy heart.

The game was in the supreme court. Your eyes twinkled in amusement. You walked in picking up a flower from the garden. You tucked it in your matted hair. Breathing in and taking in the buzz of bees you felt alive in the longest time.

And there he was, shuntaro chishiya sitting in the leather seats, in all his glory. His eyes widened, which you perceived was, like others, surprise to see you alive. He quickly neutralised his face and give you a small wave. It was always like this even back at the beach, you wondered how you could miss the shady laughs he shared with Kuina when they saw you.

You forced a smile at him and took a seat. You were instantly locked in there with a water bowl resting above your head. Would you be poured acid on? You looked up and smirked. Not a ridiculous assumption considering the absurdity of the borderlands.

Kuzuryu, the former no. 3 sat as the king of diamonds. You weren’t particularly fond of this man, but you wouldn’t kill him either. Come to think of it, he and Mira always seemed to disappear in the early mornings. Back then you had assumed it was only an affair.

Chishiya said something to the man which he completely ignored as the rules of the game was explained.

BALANCE SCALE.

‘Oh. Mathematics.’ Was your first thought. You felt a at ease before you heart had quickened its pace.

The game was only clear when there was one remaining. As it would appear, both Chishiya and you, wouldn’t be leaving this room together. however bad the circumstances may be, you had assumed, there would be a truce. Isn’t that how the fairytale always ended?

Round 1.

You think about the calculations, the numbers, and his betrayal. But then none of it makes sense. You can’t win by logic. You need to think what the others were thinking. You look up and lock eyes with chishiya.

You choose 33 and turn your gaze at the other people, the king wins. Chishiya tries to sway him with his words, you get the technique, being the victim to the same. As the rounds go on, much are revealed about the other players. As the points go down, the room fills with tension. Asuma and Yashiro are the first to die in the 10th round.

Round 11.

It leaves the three of you and two new rules.

Chishiya guesses the exact number on round 12. Both you and kuzuryu lose two points. You drop to -7 and kuzuryu to -8. Chishiya was surprisingly at -9. He was playing with a different strategy you assumed. He wanted to test kuzuryu and his thesis of equality. You sympathised with him, sure, but how fair was the game when you didn’t even want to be there?

There were three options for you, choose 0 or 1 and if the other two chose the same, they’d lose all at once. Or if one chose the same as you and the other chose higher or lower, it was sure to cut out the guy who chose the same. You could choose at random too, and let the both guess your game. You weren’t going to die this round, and that was clear. So why not have some fun?

But you had to lose the round for Chishiya to live. Kuzuryu looked deep in thought. He would choose 1, you were sure. And if you chose the same it would bring both of you down two points and the king would be dead. Chishiya and you would be tied at -9. That is to say chishiya would have to choose any number other than 1 to win. You glanced up at chishiya.

He quirked his eyebrow’s understanding your indications. He had always assumed you weren’t this smart and not to mention, you could kill him as of now. You simply gave a discreet nod, and watched the round play itself.

Kuzuryu had done what you expected him to. He looked up you and your breathing stopped for a moment; you wondered if he could see through you whereas he wondered if his balance scale had fallen prey to mortal manipulation again. He closed his eyes and let out a sign. The took off his glasses and let a tear fall. You watched him, emotionless. Chishiya bid his goodbyes to him. The aqua regia fell on the King.

Three burning corpses and two shallow bodies remained.

You grinned at the Cheshire cat as the last rule was added.

“Was any of it even real?” you asked with a smile.

Chishiya looked down. He didn’t know what to say. He knew your birthday and your favourite song. But none of it was enough. It was never going to be. He was mean and you were blind. You were always a pawn to him. Both of you felt free to be released from the bonds that kept your heads clouded. He was moved by Kuzuryu and his past.

He closed his eyes. “I was a doctor” he said with a quaint voice.

You wondered if that was supposed to serve as some kind of closure. If that could determine who deserved to live. He glanced at the timer; he couldn’t be your lover. He’d not come this far to give up.

He chooses a 100 and shows you the pad. You feel the wind knock out of your lungs. You had two minutes on the clock, and there he was again making you think you had a choice. Kuzuryu, that bastard, sure made this game to bring balance.

You let out a chuckle. You chose your birth date.

GAME CLEAR

The robotic voice sang.

“For what’s it worth, I really liked you. I’ll win this for you” Chishiya let a smile slip.

Your lock unclasps. His hands grasp the table. His bowl starts to fill.

“I think, ill win it myself Chisi. Now, how about you give me the hoodie for old times’ sake?”

Authors note: wdym I posted twice in two days without receiving any response??????haha. Requests are open btw.

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[elenor222]

Pairing: Takeru Danma (Hatter) × Reader

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Summary: You enter the borderlands and meet Takeru who takes you under his wing.

Words: 2.3k

(includes smut)

The fireworks in the sky glowed. It was an exceptional day in Shibuya. Not saying there weren’t usual chaebol show offs in play, but nonetheless it brightened up the sky glimmering orange in your eyes. Suddenly, it was coming burning down. The sun was too close, heat was shattering the ground your feet was on.

You blinked.

Blue was dissolving the pink sky. There were no stars. You stared for a moment longer. Where had the fireworks gone? You turned to other people to wonder if it happened in a blink of eye for them too. You were left dumbfounded. Shibuya was devoid of any body. Your breath hitched; Shibuya was never empty. No matter what.

You ran to the nearest stores looking for anyone you could find. Then when you couldn’t find anyone, you scrambled to the train station, followed by the food chains. You wondered if this was a sick joke. How as it even possible to get so many people to comply with such?

What if you were the last person on earth and were destined for something beyond? Your panic was too much to comprehend such greatness. You wondered if getting home would be the best decision. But you couldn’t. the trains couldn’t start by themselves ofcourse.

You were still sulking in the streets when the giant billboard screen in Shibuya lit up.

Game:

2 of clubs

You backed up a little. What was this? Was there actually someone? In hindsight, you saw a few men appear. They looked at you with caution. You didn’t know if you could blame them. You scanned the room, making eye contact with an intimidating man. He looked older and tired. But there was this undeniable gleam in his eyes. His hair was fine too. There was a man beside him, possibly a friend. He looked scary. Muscular and bald. Aren’t they the ‘will kill you’ types? You shuddered.

Yet you still made your way to them, having no choice. They looked the least threatening out of the bunch. There was also this hunch, no matter what you did, you would end up as companions. Or something you couldn’t possibly place your finger on.

“New?” the lanky man asked with an improvised smile.

You didn’t understand what it meant but you nodded nonetheless. They shared looks of acknowledgement, with each other. This character, who introduced himself as Takeru, placed his hand on your shoulders and led the way to the massive building. You were surprised by such friendliness to say the least.

Like both men, you collected your phone with their instructions and were instantly recognised. This disoriented you. You were explained the rules of the game. Hunting, they called it. You grimaced. You have always been much too fragile for your liking. Seeing the frown on your face, Aguni who was introduced by Takeru spoke for the first time.

“You’ll be fine. As long as you stick with us” that didn’t sound too comforting in your head. Aguni loaded his gun. No one had said anything about violence before. It was all too much to take in at once. You knew you had to play along. At least for now.

You chased and ran with them, taking in your surroundings. Formulating the turns of the hallways and memorising the patter. You had taken a gun from one of the dead players, like Aguni suggested you do. You may have gagged while doing do but were soon relived.

Once you had separated from the duo, you understood the main game of the borderlands. Kill or get killed. You were getting cornered for not having anyone to vouch for you. They were claiming you were the dealer of the game and demanding answers. Hell, you didn’t even know what a dealer was.

There was no point in saying you were not; they wouldn’t believe you anyways. Your mind went back to Takeru and how his hands had claimed your shoulders. You didn’t know the number of bullets the gun held, but you shot. Once, twice and thrice. Only when you clicked the fourth time the gun gushed. You were out of bullets with two men witnessing you killing three. You quivered.

You ran with blood in your hands. You were out of breath; never did you think you’d have to run for your life. You crashed into Takeru’s chest. He held your arms and looked in your eyes. Could he see the lifeless frames reflecting?

The men had stopped but still held the knives pointed at you. Aguni tried reasoning but soon raised his gun taking aim, once he confirmed the hatter wanted you to live. The men lunged at you, barely scraping your skin when Aguni shot at them. Your eyes went wide. You had killed 5 people. Takeru pulled you closer to his chest. A trail of blood was flowing by your collarbone. You let a tear escape when the man patted your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Aguni muttered something about you slowing them down but you couldn’t care less.

You put your head in the nape of Takeru’s neck and thought about your life back home, all the people you loved and all who loved you. A mutual understanding had passed between the both men, because soon Aguni turned to the dark hallways to finish the game while you stayed there, reasting your body on the man you met a few minutes ago.

The game was finished. You had returned to your senses too, face a shade of crimson. You pulled away from the man and profusely apologised for delaying their game. He looked disappointed that you had left his embrace. But his face twisted. Aguni was back. They were to go home, and you were coming along, Takeru declared. Aguni sighed.

You were glad to have a place to rest but wary at the same time. Why save you? Wouldn’t you just slow them down again? you tried to brush those thoughts of insecurity away for the night as Aguni briefly explained the games to you. You were suited for a heart it seemed.

They took you to a lavish hotel, which they called the beach where you met a few others. You liked Kuzuryu, you decided. He didn’t pretend that he was happy to see you. His face had contorted to a grimace when he saw you. Mira had whispered it was always so, and you did not play much of a part in it.

Takeru was the leader it seemed. You looked visibly weirded out by the cult, and so did Aguni. You would stay as long as it helped you and no more.

You took your place in your assigned room and washed yourself. Takeru’s smell seemed to linger on your body far too long for your liking. His smell was sweet. Like a daiquiri. You glanced at your cut and decided against taking risks of infections. Surely, they would have some band aids for cuts.

In the normal world, you would be worried about the mark it would leave. But Aguni’s body had plenty and so did the rest, you were sure. they had learnt to live with these bruises. you would too. Even if it killed you now.

you roamed the hallways in search for the kit when you stumbled across a door left slightly ajar. Light was peeking through the gap. You held the doorknob unsure whether you wanted to open it not. Someone pulled the door from the other side; and you were pulled along with the it.

For the second time that day, you were met with Takeru’s hard chest. He let out a breathy laugh.

“Hello princess”

You lingered a moment too long on his chest trying to conceal the red in your cheeks. You greeted him looking at his dark eyes. The room was beautifully lit in the dim shades of the sun. you wondered if Takeru was the sun for you.

His hold on your waist had tightened just a little when you started to ramble about how you were trying to find a damn band aid when you ended up on his room. His heart felt so full, ever since he first laid his eyes on you a few hours back. He was looking at your face with a kind of soft wonder. Would you still be in his arms if you were in the real world? Would you not be afraid of who he was?

Though awkward, you didn’t want to leave his embrace. His body had a familiar kind of warmth to it that made you think, if you were to die, it would preferably be in his arms.

Soon your voice had died and he removed his hands with a chuckle. You doubted if he even heard a word. He suggested he bandage your wounds himself. And you couldn’t deny.

So, you let him. You sat on the edge of his bed frame while he tended to your wound. He caressed your skin when he saw you flinch from the medicines he applied on your wound. He looked up once he was done.

His eyes were so bright. So dreamy. You could stare at them for hours. His nightgown had left his chest open for you to gawk at. You inched your face closer, sharing breaths. He stared back with the same light and intensity.

He connected your lips and you felt warmth spread all over you. His lips were a little chapped and the kiss was haste. He inched back searching your face if this was something what you wanted. He wouldn’t be mad if you in fact, did not. He could remember the first day he was here, how empty he had felt even with a friend by his side.

You whined pulling him back in. he smiled into the kiss, letting your lips guide him. Your hands explored his chest, drawing circles across his shoulders. With a particular hard tug of his lips, you dug your fingers in his back and he let out a moan.

“Oh princess” he whispered as he put his forehead against yours to collect his breath. His hands went to back of your neck. Your pussy tingled at the name he just called you.

“Do you want this?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“please”

He turned you both pulling you in his lap as he reconnected your lips with hurry. He couldn’t waste a moment of this. He was finally feeling something. Maybe he would’ve never met you in the real life. But he was glad, he did here. You kiss him back with just as much hunger.

There is a heat forming at your core, you move your hips against his. The relief makes you tilt your head back. He takes the chance to kiss your neck. You smell of almonds and oud he notices. Just what he likes.

You tug at his robe while his hands fumble with your blouse. A string of pearls remains dangling on your neck as he removes the blouse.

He stares deep in your eyes. “beautiful”

He pushes you on the bed looming over your frame. Your nipples harden looking at his heaving body. He kisses your left breast while mauling the right. He bites your tits looking up for approval. You moan pornographically. He continues his toying with your body. He’s made up his mind to get to know every part of your body by the end of the night.

He switches his assault to the right breast while his hand travels down to your core. you’re wet already. He asks if he can, you can only nod. The pressure is too much to endure. He cups your heat as you hold your breath. He gently opens up your core and finds your bundle of nerves. He rubs slow circles watching you whimper from the motion.

“more”

“What’s that princess?”

“please, fuck me”

He plunges two fingers in your heat. Your body opens up to his hands without any deliberation. He continues to rub your clit with the third finger. He watches you squirm and kisses you as you come undone. you’re grasping for air. Face a beetroot red. Your nails leave marks on his skin. He savours the feeling.

He lays beside you to catch his breath for a moment. Turns out, you’re not the only one overstimulated.

“Ride me” he says after a while of staring up at the celling. You didn’t need to be asked twice.

You turn at him with a smug look on your face. You get up rolling your hips onto his. You fully open his nigh suit and grasp at his dick. He would surely allow you the pleasure to choke on it right?

You lick it, then suck it, gagging on his length, all while looking his face.

“Fuck princess”

He pulls your hand, and you guide his dick to its rightful place. Your pussy welcomes him home, milking it. You clench at the fullness you feel. Both of you gasp at the out worldly sensation. You start to bounce on his cock once you adjust to his size.

You bend to his face, letting him suck on your tits. He rubs his face on them. Your necklace hits his nose. He wonders where were you all his life. This wasn’t just sex to him, and he wondered if you felt the same. His cock was twitching inside, he looked at you. You had felt it too.

“Inside Takeru” you kissed him.

So, he came inside you, coating your walls and leaving a thick trail of cum when he pulled out. You laid on his chest, basking in the after-sex glow. You talked of the butterflies in your garden and the wild nights of his life and kissed all night.

You had each other today, no matter if you didn’t survive tomorrow.

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2020.

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A Kendall Roy (Succession) Series

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: established relationship.

All characters are of age. This story is 18+.

part 1 part 2

NEW YORK

 “Hi, I’m looking for Kendall? Comco?” says a lean, off the street, suited up man. There are creases on his pants. His jaw is slacked and eyes are blown and puffy. She turns her gaze over to Frank from her position on the chair handrest and motions for him to acknowledge him. Frank fixes his tie and doubles over. Emily clanks her teeth and looks over at Kendall.

She wonders if he had received her lawyer’s notice. Kendall still has those washed-up ocean eyes, Emily notices. It wouldn’t surprise her if he tried to subdue her lawyer or worse, buy him out. He was fully capable of going to any extent to prove his superiority. But she was tired of the game. It isn’t fun like it used to be back then. Long before, they were fighting and making up. His strong arms were always there to cradle her when she fell apart. But this time it was radio silence. She had wailed at first, throwing hands like a child. And then she went back to work like it was any other day at the firm.

The Business Alchemist opens his decked-up briefcase. His cerulean eyes roam over the room and settle on Emily. He relaxes his nerves and speaks.

“I was sent by” he looks flustered “Roman. To burn some sage?”

Inside the briefcase are a bunch of dried herbs. Emily quirks her brows. It is so biblical; she wants to laugh. Instead, her eyes gleam with anticipation. If she stayed up all night trying to write an official email to Logan about the buyout hike and explaining to her lawyer how to approach Kendall’s legal team, her foundation does not show it. She runs her hand through her hair untangling it, she squints her eyes towards the team expecting someone to speak up about the security breach.

“Excuse me?” Kendall’s mouth is open. Theres a bead of sweat on his Adam’s apple and his neck looks so menacingly appealing.

“It’s auspicious? I’m a business alchemist. It’s a gift, from your brother. He has a bunch of sage pulled out.” Emily perks up at the mention of the younger Roy. She has always held a soft spot for the joker card.

“Will it set off the smoke alarms?”

“Not usually.”

“‘Not usually’?” Kendall questions mockingly. Emily tries not to laugh. A small smile seeps its way through. Kendall gazes at her longingly. The day has been good so far. And if the board notices, they don’t react. 

“Yeah, we’re looking at a 20 billion market cap merger so I think we’ll need a little more reassurance before we break it up with a building evacuation?” Frank looks up at Emily in an affectionate manner to put some sense in her caffeine filled mind. She looks right back at him.

Just then, Roman Roy, 38, taut and face like midsummer dream, ready to roll, steps in. He’s wearing a blue suit with gelled back hair. Emily offers him a nod. He ignores her with a huff.

“Hey Hey Hey Motherfuckers!” he says with his usual charm.

“We’re just concerned about the smoke alarm?” Frank looks confused if not surprised.

“Yeah, right, bad ju-ju.” He points towards the business alchemist” I think just fuck off thanks.” He waves his hands as he rushes him out.

 “You okay man?” Kendall’s face gives out his true feelings. Is he there to breach his step up to the company?

“Of course I’m okay. Obviously, I’m okay. Why do you ask?” Kendall interrupts him with something but Roman is quick to ignore his pleas in a Roy fashion. Roman continues “So what’s the bid?” Everyone looks around. For being in such high positions, Emily wonders, they do not have much vocational skills. But she understands, one syllable overstepping the mark, and the Roy’s would fuck them over for life.

“What that’s “commercially sensitive” - I’m still on the board bro!” Roman genuinely feels left out most of the time. But Emily knows better, the actual oldest sibling remains forgotten all the time.

Kendall hesitates. “One twenty five.”

Roman is sceptic. He isn’t going to put himself out there by pinning down just what this implies. Emily scans his face, she of course knows he wants to say.

“Whatever! You seriously think you can swallow something this big? Your funeral. You’ll be captain soon enough.” He lets out a bitter laugh. Kendall widens his eyes motioning him to shut the fuck up.

“Oh c’mon, every intern on the Street knows you’re stepping up. Congrats man, congrats. So pleased to be out. The company was essentially a cage to me.” He looks around and chuckles.

“And look at this fucking bullshit, chipmunk doesn’t even bother to call me back.” Roman finally smiles up to Emily. The room lights up. He moves up to hug his brother’s wife. He wraps his arms around her in a bear hug. He smells fruity. Almost a strawberry scent with notes of vanilla. Emily lets out a breath.

The team scatters out not wanting to witness the family’s interactions. “I’ve missed you” Emily whispers, hands clawing at his chest. Her eyes are glossy. He whispers something back to her but she’s too lost in comfort to listen to his blabber. Kendall is standing outside the glass door looking at them. His eye bags appear more prominent. He’s trying to breathe in but all he’s offered is carbon.

2PM

The room at the investment bank has been tidied up, but recessed with breakfast stuff. Emily is sitting there quietly circling the plate with her spoon. The pasta sauce has almost dried up. There’s a crack of the doors opening.

“Logan?”

“How’s it going?” he passes a genuine lift. The room jerks into life with a bolt of electricity, everyone present sits up tidier. They try to adjust to the new center of gravity in the room. Yet, this is a poised version. Logan sweeps the room. He clocks Frank. And winks at him.

“Hey, need something? Emily walks up to the bear. He’s moving in to the private space where Kendall is sitting. She takes a moment to consider if she wants to be a part of this specific family time. She turns back on her heel and tells him she’ll be right out. She lets out a breath when she realizes he’s gone. There’s a buzz of surprise inside the room. It takes a while before she gets her call.

“Uh-huh. That’s what we expect. Do you need Emily?” Logan calls out for her looking at his son in distaste. Kendall looks paranoid. He wants everything to go his way. And he definitely doesn’t want to seem like a manchild who needs his wife for everything. Emily walks in with slow steps and logan motion her towards the papers in hand.  

“Do I need to lawyer all this?” she looks at Kendall questioningly. She’s not sure where he stands with his father after the latest mishaps and roman’s arrival. Her eyes are blank when Kendall tries to read her expressions.

“It’s housekeeping.” Logan hands Kendall a pen. There is thick tension in the air. Even though Kendall wants to be trusted he still worries about the prophecy. He looks over at Emily. She’s going through the papers with pursued lips. Theres a frown on her forehead. Kendall knows this can’t be good.

Logan clearly wants this - and Kendall wants to be liked, to demonstrate his faith. Logan throughout the ordeal continues making an assessment of his son. Emily looks up at him and blinks twice. There is no time. Kendall takes the pen.

3PM

 “Yeah. On that. Lunch. I really want to be with you but –“Kendall motions to the room, the deal.

“If you need to stay here, you need to stay here.” Kendall tries to read his dad.

“Thank you. I really want to be with you?” Kendall looks over at Emily to look for agreement. She stays still. “It’s just, in case anything blows up. Not that I can see how it would” Kendall waits for a hint. But Logan gives him no steer. He’s trying to read the situation how his father would. Kendall wants his dad to tell him what to do, but also, both personally and professionally doesn’t want to ask for direction.

“Son, it’s your call. It’s just - priorities. That’s hard. Business versus family. I hope you, on the other hand, will be there”. Logan motion towards Emily. She nods looking down. Marcia had given her a call inviting her. Marcia had also implied that she didn’t understand why she had to call the couple on both ends. Emily though agitated by her remarks, replied curtly that she would love to visit representing the senior team.

“Listen. Let me see how things break down, okay?” Kendall is interested now if he wasn’t before. He thought Emily would up front refuse any personal meetings with his family. But he realizes that the wound runs deeper.

Logan rushes off and Kendall pulls Emily to an empty boardroom.

Author’s note: Next chapter will be filled with smut. Yooohoo less go. Any and all interactions are highly appreciated. Also requests for other fandoms are open <3

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A Kendall Roy (Succession) Series

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: faint mentions of established relationship, sexual tension. All characters are of age. This story is 18+.

part 1

NEW YORK

3.12 AM

Emily stares at the white flushed screen of the newest shitop available in the market. She’s deciphering the flow of the shares today. Her glasses are turning blue with all the big numbers and the emails flowing through the system. There’s an untouched tumbler of souvenir matcha sitting on her desk. Her room’s illuminated a pale white with white lilies on her nightstand and an empty buzz from her phone. Emily rubs her temple, according to the entire finance department of Waystar, the Roys will take the company down with them by a decade. The lavish living and black dog services come with a price. A price they’ve long since forgotten to repay. Emily grunts and bites back her tongue. She looks up at the cerulean walls of her home painted with the same blood as them. Her chestnut eyes gleam, she dreams of Sicily and lush cherries. Bruised corridors and bluer skin. She turns towards the New York sky, cracking her knuckles and wonders how ground hog criminal she must’ve been to witness the corporate red with her own hands.

The next morning, a tall man with pale beach skin and visibly rich eye bags sits with four or five of his advisors and a bunch of younger executives. Emily does not accompany them. She stalls in her own office looking at the sugary buyout. She’s about ninety percent sure that Lawrence, the eldest son’s new venture, will and soon fuck Waystar. She lets out a giddy laugh in her mind and stays put at her cabin, chivalry gleaming in her eyes. Her posture is sleek, not too laid back but neither very professional. Kendall, suited up with cocaine in his back pocket, looks engaged, and rightly denounced, a little too lively.  

“This is a merger offer. Not an acquisition. We love what you do.” Kendall appears really passionate about the deal going through. His hands are clammy. He stares right through the upturned eye of the media guy.

“I get it. Of course, someone is always boss. And I don’t think that would be me?”

Kendall’s eyes briefly meet Emily. She’s intensely watching how this playdate plays out. Kendall can’t seem to focus between her glass of white wine at 11 am and that too tight white skirt riding up her thigh. He pretends to fix his tie. Hands imitating her face full of his length. He’s gone. Lilacs and bright Italian skies take over his vision. He’s sucking in another breath. So gone.

Kendall nullifies the rest of the conversation from his head. His eyes juggling between his two memento moris. There seems to a notable disagreement though, Emily senses it before she sees it. Her lip twitches as Lawrence stands up to leave. Kendall abruptly follows, seemingly surprised at the turn of the events. They walk next to each other down the wide corridor that border glass offices with venetian blinds on each side. He’s even wearing those knuckle deep expensive boardroom shoes, Emily peeks. Kendall steals a glance before the elevator door dings. She’s looking back at him with remorse. Soon, Lawrence whispers something inexcusable in his ear and the board sees him visibly loose his composure. He leaves the floor’s eyeshot rattled in fury.

LONDON

10 AM

“It’s inappropriate. It’s a fitness, thing. It’s - it’s basically a heart rate monitor. It’s a fucking abortion.” A broad shoulder man squeals. “is that what you give your 80 year soon to be father in law? To your boss? As a gesture of obeisance? When you’re looking for promotion? Or is that, say, like giving him a colostomy bag and a viagra? The optics are fucking horrible.” He keeps rambling on to the redhead beside him. She takes no notice of the priced-up suit or her satin shirt shining in the harsh auburn sun. Two black Mercedes line up bedside them.

Shiv, instead, is focused on a text.

Shiv: you coming?

Em: maybe :/

“Tom. It’s fine. Yeah, my Dad doesn’t really like things.” She advises him to throw ten to fifteen grand at some posh shop that sells sea shells. She’s staring at her phone with pursed lips.

NEW YORK

1PM

  “So, last call guys. We happy?” Kendall frantically looks around his team. Emily sits there looking uninterested at their long faces and sheets of robbery. Jess took an appointment, filing “wife needed for support” for her to be there. Back in the day, rose would’ve tainted her cheeks. Now, she only sits there. Stoic, unimpressed. She knows all too well that this was just another tactic for her to see him win. He’s bitter. And he hopes she knows.

Frank reassures him, ”If the committee play straight, we win. If they don’t, we go legal.”

“And we don’t want to just bump the number another point?” Young Alessandro, the investment banker looks towards Emily almost questioning the authority of her presence.

“You’ve already over ridden your Bali beach numbers. Although, I can give you an extra mil to demonstrate a knuckle fuck to Frank” Emily looks Kendall dead in the eye as if scolding a child. She crosses her legs and sits up straighter. Alessandro witnesses the change in power dynamics.

“You wanna call your Dad?” Alessandro offers.

Kendall looks like someone’s punched him in the nuts but he refuses to react. Emily only juts out her lips. She’s almost on the verge of enacting the scenes from their college days. Kendall gives her a so much so a threating look in response. His eyes dart to her mulberry pink lips. His mind fickle enough, churns him back to those same hot days with Emily on her knees.

 “Do I want to call my Dad?” he glares at the board.

“No” he comprehends. “I don’t want to call my Dad.”

“Do you want to call your Dad?” he bites back.  

“Does anyone want to call their Dad?” Silence surrounds the cascading white room except the timely tapping of Emily’s jimmy choos.

“Okay. No one wants to talk to thier Dad. So, let’s get in there, buy this fucking company and go top ten, shall we? I’m pushing the bid to 120. Okay?” Emily lets out a sigh in disapproval. Kendall pays no mind to her wandering gaze down his body. She wonders how she can put this in the mad bear’s plate without pissing him off.

1 AM

“What’s the number?” logan’s call disrupts Kendall in the midnight. Kendall did know, there was going to be consequences to raising the bid. He only hoped Emily had flower petaled logans fuck over shoes to bendable China. He dabs his forehead with a white tea cloth to soothe his nerves.

“I’m going to one twenty.” He intakes a sharp breath, eyes blown and sitting upright. he prays that his quaver of tone isn’t detectable. He fists his bedsheet into a stress ball. A minute goes by where you can hear the chaotic New York night pass by. He’s untouchable; how does the teen spirit bubblegum wrath seep in?  He speaks further in a fever dream, “Good. Look are we still good for tomorrow? Today?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah.” Logan is tapping away on his mouse. Unfocused eyes cram in all the emails from the week.

“Cos it’s gonna get out there?” Kendall’s eyes twinkle. They perfectly reflect the times square brightness.

“We’ll announce.” Logan rolls his eyes. His right hand is reaching for the will in his drawer.

“Great, so I can pre-floating to like Frank and Emily? If I need to. Cos it’s getting soft-floated.” The line goes dead. Kendall closes his eyes. He’s breathing raggedly. Theres a voice in the back of his head telling him he’s going to fuck it up. He blinks. Hard.

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part 2