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Can you please do morning sex with Sergei x female reader after he took her virginity?

Morning After Serenity

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!

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The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting warm patterns on the sheets. You stirred awake, your body pleasantly heavy and still tingling from the night before. Sergei lay beside you, a serene look on his face as he slept. The wildness in his eyes had softened during the intimate moments, revealing a gentler side that caught you off guard.

As you turned to face him, memories of every whispered promise and heated touch flooded back. You felt a rush of shyness but also a thrill of anticipation; last night had changed everything between you. Your heart raced as you recalled how he had made you feel—desired and cherished.

Sergei stirred slightly, his arm instinctively moving to pull you closer. You nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He murmured something in his sleep, a low growl that sent butterflies dancing in your stomach. With a teasing smile, you traced your fingers along the contours of his muscular arm.

The gentle movement roused him fully, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing that familiar spark of mischief.

A lazy smile spread across his face as he took in your sleepy expression. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet laced with that unmistakable intensity that sent your heart racing.

"Good morning," you replied softly, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to better admire you. The sunlight caught the sharp angles of his jaw and the tousled strands of his hair, making him look both wild and impossibly alluring.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, a hint of playful challenge in his tone. You bit your lip, unable to suppress the blush that crept up your neck.

"Better than ever," you admitted, recalling how he had held you through the night, as if afraid to let go. The weight of his body had felt like a shield against the world--a protective cocoon that enveloped you in warmth.

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture made your heart flutter, and you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy that lingered in the air.

"You know, last night was just the beginning," he murmured, his breath tickling your skin. With that, Sergei's fingers traced down your arm, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake, making you shiver.

"What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity mingling with excitement. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze--those piercing eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets.

A mischievous smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "I mean," he said slowly, "that I plan on exploring every inch of you."

With that proclamation hanging between you, he captured your lips with his own. The kiss was soft and lingering at first but quickly ignited into something deeper, hungry and passionate. You melted against him, your body responding instinctively to his touch as he coaxed you into the moment. His hands found their way to your waist, fingers digging in gently as though he were anchoring you to the bed, to him.

The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled in sheets and desire. With each kiss, each caress, the lingering memories of last night blended with a fresh wave of exhilaration that surged through you. You were no longer just the girl caught in a whirlwind; you were a participant in this dance of passion, embracing it fully.

As Sergei pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, a flicker of mischief lit up his eyes again. "You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into," he teased, his voice low and sultry. There was something thrilling about his confidence, about the way he seemed to know exactly how to stir every nerve in your body. You felt bold yet vulnerable under his gaze, exhilarated by the promise of what was to come.

"Maybe I don’t," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, but the challenge in your tone was undeniable. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you like a low hum of electricity.

"Then allow me to enlighten you," Sergei said, his eyes gleaming with that predatory light. He captured your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze fully as he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours again, this time deeper, more possessive.

As the kiss deepened, he began to explore your body with fervor. His hands roamed over your curves, every touch sending shivers coursing through you. You instinctively arched into him, craving more of his heat against yours. A low growl escaped him, and he responded with a fervent kiss that left you breathless.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and enticing. The question hung in the air, charged with promise and unspoken desires.

You looked deep into his eyes, feeling the warmth enveloping you like a wave. "I want you," you breathed, the words barely escaping your lips as your pulse quickened. The wild look that danced in his eyes spoke of a hunger that mirrored your own.

His smile widened, revealing just a hint of that reckless nature you had come to adore. "Then let’s not waste another moment," he said, a fervor igniting between you as he pressed his body fully against yours. Every part of him felt alive and electric against your skin.

With a sudden movement, Sergei rolled you beneath him, a playful glint in his eye as he pinned your wrists above your head. The thrill of submission sent shivers through you, and you couldn’t help but squirm slightly under his grip.

"You like this, don’t you?" he teased, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in closer. The raw intensity in his gaze sent a thrill racing through your veins, igniting every nerve ending as you felt the weight of his body above you.

You nodded slowly, a rush of heat blooming on your cheeks. "I do," you admitted, the admission laced with both excitement and a hint of vulnerability. There was something intoxicating about being at his mercy, completely enveloped in his presence.

Sergei's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he released your wrists just enough to allow you freedom, but not enough for you to escape. "Good," he murmured, shifting to press himself more firmly against you. The contact made your breath hitch in your throat as the heat radiated between you, amplifying the need that coursed through your veins. You could feel the weight of his body, solid and reassuring, anchoring you to this moment. Sergei's eyes darkened with desire, and he brushed his lips along your jawline, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone.

His hands explored your body, fingers dancing along your sides as if memorizing every curve. You gasped at the sensation, a mix of pleasure and anticipation swirling within you. He paused for a moment, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze again. The intensity in his eyes held you captive, a silent promise of ecstasy yet to come.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. The question hung between you like a taut string ready to snap, igniting a fire within you that craved his touch.

You swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nervousness pooling in your stomach. Every fiber of your being sang with anticipation, urging you to push past any lingering doubts. "I’m ready," you breathed, the words escaping your lips like a vow.

Sergei's eyes darkened with desire at your words. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his passion into the connection. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting and teasing as his hands roamed your body with renewed fervor.

You arched into his touch, your skin tingling wherever his fingers trailed. He broke the kiss to lavish attention on your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. A breathy moan escaped you as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

"I love the sounds you make," Sergei growled against your throat. His hand slid down to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened under his touch.

Heat pooled low in your belly as he continued his ministrations. Your hands explored the planes of his muscular back, marveling at the strength coiled beneath his skin. When his lips closed around your nipple, warmth spread through your chest and ignited a fire within you. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching as you urged him on, desperate for the pleasure he offered.

Slowly, exquisitely, he entered you. You both moaned at the sensation of becoming one once again.

He began to move with a deliberate slowness that made every inch feel electric. The rhythm he set was intoxicating, drawing out the pleasure until you thought you might shatter from the intensity. Each thrust ignited your senses, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper as he captured your gaze, forcing you to hold onto the moment. There was a wildness to him that exhilarated you, a raw edge that made each movement feel like an exploration of something deeper, something utterly primal.

You nodded, unable to form words as waves of pleasure washed over you. His hands were everywhere; gripping your hips, sliding down your thighs, as he pulled you closer with every thrust. You could feel him deep inside you, each movement igniting a fire that spread through your body like wildfire.

He leaned down to kiss you fiercely, his tongue dancing with yours as he drowned out any doubts or fears.

Sergei's control began to slip, his movements becoming more urgent and primal. He gripped your hips tightly, angling them upward as he drove into you with increased intensity. The change in pace sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, each thrust hitting deeper than before.

You cried out in ecstasy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him. The raw power of his movements was intoxicating, awakening something wild within you. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, a dance of passion and desire.

"God, you feel amazing," Sergei growled, his voice thick with lust. His eyes, dark with desire, bore into yours as he continued his relentless pace. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard thumping against the wall with each powerful thrust.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper, to take you even further into the depths of pleasure you craved. Each thrust sent you spiraling closer to the edge, the world around you fading into nothing but the raw intensity of your connection.

"Don’t hold back," you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper. The heat radiating between you felt like electricity, sparking every nerve ending and igniting a primal need within you.

His gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, you could see the storm of desire swirling in his depths—a fierce determination glimmering just beneath the surface. With a low growl, he responded to your plea, driving into you with renewed fervor. The force of his movements sent waves of ecstasy crashing over you, each push igniting an inferno inside.

As the rhythm intensified, so did the sensations. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of a precipice, teeming with anticipation for that sweet release. Sergei's breath quickened, his body moving with a raw urgency that made your heart race faster. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an inevitable climax that felt just out of reach.

"Show me how much you want it," he urged, his voice low and rough. In response, you clung to him tighter, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

You could feel the heat pooling deeper inside you, a tightening coil that begged to be released. Every thrust brought you closer, and the sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, a perfect rhythm that mirrored the pounding in your chest.

"Sergei," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’m so close…"

His gaze locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Let go for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."

With those words, the dam broke. The coil deep within you unfurled, sending a wave of ecstasy crashing through your body. You cried out his name as every nerve ignited in a blinding blaze of pleasure. Sergei responded with a primal growl, thrusting into you harder, pushing you further over the edge.

Your body trembled under the intensity of your release, waves of bliss washing over you as you clung to him, lost in the storm of sensation. The world around you blurred into nothingness, leaving only the two of you entwined in this moment of pure connection.

Seeing you unravel before him fueled his own desire; he quickened his rhythm, chasing his own release as he thrust deeper, driven by instinct and need. Your cries were music to his ears, urging him on as he inhaled the scent of your skin—the taste of your satisfaction addictively intoxicating.

"Yes," he urged through gritted teeth, his voice heavy with desire. "Just like that."

Your body responded instinctively to his every movement, each thrust igniting fresh waves of pleasure that rolled through you. You could feel the tension in him building, coiling tighter as he chased the same edge you had just crossed.

"Sergei," you gasped, your breath coming in shallow bursts as the aftershocks of your climax still trembled through you. The world outside the window faded into a distant memory; all that mattered was this moment—the two of you, lost in each other.

With each deep thrust, he chased his own pleasure closer, pushing deeper into ecstasy. The room pulsed with raw energy, an intoxicating blend of desire and desperation as he sought release. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies.

With a final, powerful thrust, Sergei reached his peak. He let out a deep, primal groan as his release overtook him. You felt the pulsing warmth as he spilled deep inside you, filling you completely. The sensation triggered another wave of pleasure that washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Time seemed to stand still as you both savored the intensity of the moment. Sergei's body tensed above you, his muscles quivering with exertion. You clung to him tightly, feeling the rapid beating of his heart against your chest. The air around you was thick with the scent of passion and satisfaction.

As the last tremors subsided, Sergei collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting presence. You ran your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat, as you both caught your breath. The room was quiet now, save for the sound of your mingled breaths, a testament to the intimacy you had just shared.

You gently placed her hand on his neck, trailing it up to his cheek, making him lift his head slightly to meet your gaze. You lifted your head and pressed your lips against his, kissing him gently.

He kissed you back immediately,

his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

You let out a soft moan between his lips as you felt him still inside you, a lingering warmth that radiated through your very core. The moment felt suspended in time, an exquisite silence enveloping you both as you melted into one another, soaking in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Sergei pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something deeper—something that made your heart flutter. "It seems we have created quite the masterpiece this morning," he teased lightly, brushing a stray hair from your forehead.

You laughed softly, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. "I’d say that’s an understatement," you replied, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. There was a sense of awe in the air; what had started as a wild adventure had transformed into something utterly profound.

He smiled back, his eyes glinting with mischief again. "Now that I’ve enlightened you," he said playfully, "there’s so much more for us to explore." He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "The morning is still young."

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Winter Wonderland (Choi Minho One Shot)

Pairing: SHINee Choi Minho x female reader

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The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks as you and Minho stepped out onto the small patio of your shared apartment. Freshly fallen snow blanketed the backyard, transforming the usually mundane space into a sparkling wonderland. Minho's eyes crinkled with delight as he took in the scene, his breath forming little clouds in the frosty air.

You couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked, bundled up in his favorite navy blue coat, a soft gray scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His dark hair peeked out from beneath a knit beanie, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. As he turned to smile at you, his warm brown eyes twinkling with mischief, you felt your heart skip a beat.

Pretending to adjust your gloves, you discreetly scooped up a handful of snow, compacting it into a loose ball. Minho was still gazing out at the winter wonderland, completely oblivious to your scheming. With a quick movement, you stepped behind him and swiftly yanked back the collar of his coat, dumping the handful of snow down his back.

Minho let out a yelp of surprise, his eyes widening comically as the icy crystals slid down his spine. He spun around, mouth agape, as you dissolved into a fit of giggles. For a moment, he stood there in shock, then a playful grin spread across his face.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growled playfully, lunging towards you.

You squealed and darted away, your boots crunching through the fresh powder as you ran across the yard. Minho's longer legs gave him an advantage, and you could hear his footsteps rapidly gaining on you. Your heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and playful fear as you zigzagged through the yard, desperately trying to evade Minho's grasp. But his athletic prowess was no match for your evasive maneuvers.

With a triumphant "Gotcha!" Minho's strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet. You squealed and squirmed as he spun you around, the world becoming a dizzying blur of white. When he set you down, you were both breathless and laughing, cheeks flushed from the cold and the chase.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Minho teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Before you could respond, he scooped up a generous handful of snow and advanced towards you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a playful threat hanging in the air between you. “I think it’s time for a little payback.”

You instinctively took a step back, raising your hands in mock defense, but the laughter bubbling up inside you was undeniable. "No! Oppa, please! It’s freezing!"

But he only chuckled, his fingers expertly shaping the snow into a perfect ball. "Consider this a lesson in not messing with the master of snowball fights."

With that, he let the snowball fly. You ducked just in time, the soft white projectile whizzing past you and splattering against the wooden fence behind. "Okay, two can play at this game!" you shouted, scrambling to gather your own ammunition while he prepared for another throw.

Minho was quick on his feet, dodging to the side as you unleashed your first counterattack. The snowball hit him squarely on the shoulder, sending more powder cascading down his coat. He turned to you, eyes wide with mock indignation, then broke into a fit of laughter that echoed through the crisp air.

"Is that how you want to play it?" he challenged, a grin stretching across his face.

With a determined gleam in your eyes, you nodded with feigned seriousness. "Oh, I’m just getting started!"

Minho, momentarily caught off guard by your confidence, barely had time to react as you quickly gathered another handful of snow, molding it expertly into a compact ball. You hurled it at him with all the force you could muster, and to your delight, it hit him squarely in the chest.

"Nice throw!" he laughed, his hands now on his hips as he pretended to contemplate his next move. "But that was a rookie mistake--now you’ve really made me mad!"

You watched in wide-eyed anticipation as he bent down, readying himself for an all-out assault. The playful tension in the air crackled like electricity as you readied yourself to dodge or retaliate, your heart thumping wildly with both excitement and amusement.

Just as he launched two snowballs in rapid succession, you dove to the side, narrowly avoiding them. With a burst of adrenaline, you quickly rolled over and grabbed another handful of snow, but before you could throw it, Minho was upon you again. He tackled you playfully into the soft snow, laughter ringing out between the two of you as you landed in a puff of white.

For a moment, everything slowed down; the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you--warm smiles and breathless giggles filling the cold air. Minho hovered above you, his hair dusted with snowflakes, eyes sparkling like melted chocolate.

"Looks like I’ve won this round," he declared triumphantly, though his grin told a different story. You could see the mischief brewing behind those bright eyes as he leaned closer.

"Oh really? Is that what you think?" you shot back with a grin, your heartbeat thumping in your ears. Before he could react, you shoved a handful of snow right into his face.

His laughter exploded, transforming into a fit of joyous surprise. Minho sputtered and shook his head, snow flying from his hair like a shimmering halo. His laughter was contagious, and soon you were both giggling uncontrollably, your bodies shaking with mirth as you lay tangled in the snow.

"Okay, okay," Minho conceded, still chuckling as he pushed himself up and offered you his hand. "I think we can call it a draw."

You took his hand, relishing the warmth of his fingers even through your gloves, and let him pull you to your feet. As you stood, you noticed the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of pinks and oranges that reflected off the pristine snow.

"We should head inside," Minho said softly, his arm wrapping around your waist as you both gazed at the sunset.

With a gentle tug, Minho guided you back towards the apartment, your boots crunching softly in the snow. As you reached the patio, you both paused to admire the way the fading sunlight cast long, purple shadows across the glistening white expanse of your backyard. The moment felt magical, suspended in time, and you leaned into Minho's warmth, savoring the closeness.

Reluctantly, you stepped inside, the sudden rush of warm air causing your cheeks to tingle. The cozy interior of your shared apartment welcomed you like an old friend, the soft glow of lamp light creating a golden halo around the room. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla lingered in the air from the candle you'd lit earlier, its flame dancing merrily on the coffee table.

Minho helped you out of your coat, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. You turned towards him, feeling the warmth of the room wrap around you both like a comforting blanket.

"Hot cocoa?" he suggested with a playful grin, heading toward the small kitchen. You nodded eagerly, unable to hide your excitement at the thought of warming up with a sweet treat after your winter escapade.

As Minho prepared the cocoa, you settled onto the couch, pulling a soft blanket over your legs. When he returned with two steaming mugs, the chocolatey aroma filled the air and brought a smile to your face.

He plopped down beside you, handing you a mug before tucking himself under the blanket next to you. The warmth of him pressed against your side was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning in closer without even thinking about it.

"Cheers!" Minho said, raising his mug with that infectious enthusiasm that made everything feel special. You clinked your mugs together before taking a sip, letting the rich chocolate wash over your tongue, warming you from the inside out.

"This is perfect," you murmured, savoring the creamy texture and the hint of marshmallow that floated to the top. Minho chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he leaned back against the couch, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I aim to please," he replied, taking a big sip of his own mug as you leaned your back against his chest and nestled into his warmth. The steady beat of his heart echoed gently against your back, a soothing rhythm that seemed to melt away the chill from outside.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the candle and the occasional sip of cocoa. As you gazed out the window, the vibrant colors of dusk began to fade, giving way to a blanket of deep navy dotted with twinkling stars.

You felt Minho’s lips on top of your head, and you smiled as the warmth of his affection enveloped you like a soft embrace. The simple yet profound gesture made your heart swell, and you turned your head slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

You pulled back and placed your mug on the coffee table. You then leaned back over and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, the kiss delicate yet filled with an undeniable warmth that sent a thrill coursing through you.

Minho melted into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

As you pulled away, breathless and smiling, Minho's eyes held a mixture of surprise and delight. The laughter that had filled the room only moments ago had transformed into an electric intimacy, wrapping you both in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

"You always know how to catch me off guard," he said, his voice low and teasing as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The way he looked at you made your heart race all over again.

You chuckled as he placed his mug on the coffee table next to yours. "I missed you," you admitted. "You’ve been gone for almost a month for the concert… it’s been a little lonely."

Minho's expression softened at your words, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into his warmth. "I missed you too," he replied earnestly, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You nestled deeper into his embrace, feeling a sense of belonging that made your heart swell. The excitement of the concert had been thrilling, but nothing compared to this moment; cozy and intimate, filled with the lingering echoes of laughter and warmth.

"You know," Minho said softly, his fingers playing with the hem of your sweater, "I was thinking about you every night while I was away. It’s hard to focus on singing when all I really want is to be here with you. You’re my everything, you know that?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, and a soft smile spread across your face. "I’m just glad you’re back now. This feels perfect."

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours again, a sweet and lingering kiss that made butterflies dance in your stomach. You moved your hand up and behind Minho’s head, pressing closer as you deepened the kiss, losing yourself in the warmth and comfort of his presence. His touch was electric, sending waves of affection through you as you savored every second.

You felt you were moving and before you knew it, your back was gently pressed down on the couch with Minho hovering above you, moving his lips from yours to tail them down to your jaw and neck.

You felt your breath hitch as Minho's warm lips grazed your skin, sending delightful tingles radiating through your body. It was like the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. His hands found your waist, fingers gently digging into the soft fabric of your sweater, grounding you in this moment that felt both exhilarating and tender.

"Oppa…" you breathed, not entirely sure what else to say as his kisses trailed softly along your collarbone, igniting a fire within you. You could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks, and you hoped he couldn't see how much he affected you as he pulled back slightly, his face hovering just above yours.

He looked down at you with those deep brown eyes that sparkled in the soft light of the room. "I want to make up for all the time I was gone," he whispered, his voice low and filled with sincerity. "You deserve everything."

The sincerity in his words sent a rush of warmth through you, and you felt your heart swell with affection. The vulnerability in his gaze was palpable, and you could see how truly he meant it.

"Oppa," you murmured, your fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "You don’t have to do anything grand. Just being here with you is more than enough."

His lips curled into a soft smile, but there was a determination in his eyes as if he wanted to show you just how much you meant to him. Slowly, he leaned down again, capturing your lips in another kiss--this one deeper, more passionate--as if he was pouring all the longing of the past month into that single moment.

The world outside faded further into insignificance as you melted into him, every ounce of tension evaporating between the soft caress of his hands and the intoxicating warmth of his body against yours. You found yourself responding to him instinctively, matching the rhythm of his kiss as your hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling him even closer as the kiss deepened. Time seemed to stand still in that moment, every flutter of his lips igniting a fire in your chest, every gentle movement filling you with an overwhelming sense of belonging.

Minho gently pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at you. Without a word, he scooped you up into his strong arms. You let out a soft gasp of surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you towards the bedroom. The soft glow from the living room faded, replaced by the silver moonlight streaming through the curtains.

He set you down gently on the plush comforter, the mattress dipping slightly under your combined weight as he joined you. His fingers ghosted along your jawline before sliding down to the hem of your sweater. With gentle movements, he began to lift the soft fabric, his warm hands brushing against your skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake.

You raised your arms, allowing him to pull the sweater over your head. The cool air of the bedroom kissed your newly exposed skin, causing a shiver to run through your body. Minho noticed and immediately pulled you closer, his warm hands caressing your sides.

"Cold?" he murmured, his breath tickling your ear.

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "Not anymore," you whispered back, your fingers tracing the contours of his face.

Minho's eyes softened as he gazed at you, a mix of love and desire swirling in their depths. Slowly, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened with passion. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. Understanding your silent request, Minho broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Your breath caught in your throat as you admired his toned physique, the moonlight casting shadows that accentuated every lean muscle.

Minho's lips found yours again, more urgent this time. His hands roamed your body with increasing fervor, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You arched into his touch, craving more closeness, more of him. Your fingers traced the planes of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping gently at your collarbone. A soft moan escaped your lips, encouraging him further. His hands found the clasp of your bra, and with practiced ease, he unhooked your bra, sliding the straps down your arms.

His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss as his hands explored your newly exposed skin. You arched into his touch, relishing the feeling of his warm palms cupping your breasts. A soft moan escaped you as his thumbs brushed over your sensitive peaks.

You leaned back on the mattress, letting out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest. His lips ghosted over your collarbone before moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When his mouth found your breast, you gasped, arching into him as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Minho's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve as his lips and tongue worked magic on your sensitive skin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close as sensations overwhelmed you. His name fell from your lips in a breathy whisper, spurring him on.

He kissed his way down your stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. Looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes, he silently asked for permission. You nodded, lifting your hips to help as he slowly slid the fabric down your legs. Your breath caught as the cool air met your heated skin, a shiver running through you that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Minho's hands caressed your thighs as he settled between them, his warm breath teasing your most sensitive areas. He placed soft kisses along your inner thighs, working his way higher with agonizing slowness. The anticipation built within you, your body trembling with need.

When his lips finally found your center, you gasped, arching off the bed. His tongue moved with expert precision, drawing patterns that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as you lost yourself in the sensations.

"Oppa," you moaned, your voice breathy and filled with desire. He hummed in response, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as your body writhed under his ministrations.

Minho's skilled tongue continued its sensual dance, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks. Your breath came in short gasps as waves of pleasure washed over you. His hands caressed your thighs, occasionally squeezing gently in time with his ministrations.

You felt the familiar tension building low in your abdomen, a coiling heat that threatened to consume you. Minho seemed to sense your growing need, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. His tongue circled your most sensitive spot before flicking across it rapidly, causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, but Minho's strong hands held you steady. He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through your body. You could feel his own desire in the way he devoured you, his enthusiasm evident in every swipe of his tongue and every soft kiss he placed along your inner thighs. You could sense the urgency in his actions, the way he was lost in you, and it drove you wild with desire.

"Oppa," you gasped, your voice trembling as the waves of pleasure grew more intense, "I--"

But before you could finish your thought, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze smoldering with heat. "I want you to feel everything," he said huskily, before diving back in with renewed fervor. His fingers tightened around your hips as if anchoring you to the moment, grounding you amidst the bliss that threatened to sweep you away.

As he continued his exquisite ministrations, your body responded instinctively, surrendering entirely to the sensations. You felt every flick of his tongue spark electricity within you--a sweet torment that made it hard to breathe. The world outside faded away; all that mattered was this intimate cocoon you shared.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely a breath as the tidal wave of pleasure neared its peak. Minho paused for just a moment, his gaze locked onto yours, searching for permission in the depths of your eyes. The intensity of that look sent another shiver racing through you.

"You want more?" he asked, his tone low and sultry. With a small nod, your heart raced as excitement coursed through your veins. He grinned, that playful spark igniting in his eyes once more before he returned to his task, his mouth working with a fervent hunger that sent your every nerve ending alight.

The way he lavished attention on you became a delicious haze, time slipping away as the sensations reached dizzying heights. Every flick of his tongue was like fire against your skin, drawing you deeper into a state of bliss where nothing else mattered. You could feel the coil tightening within you, drawing tighter with each pulse of pleasure he elicited.

"Oppa," you cried, your voice trembling with urgency. "I’m going to--"

But before you could finish, Minho's mouth intensified its movements, and the world around you seemed to blur into a haze of sensation. His tongue moved with relentless precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body. You writhed beneath him, some part of you wanting to hold on forever to this euphoric moment while another part yearned for release.

"That's it," he murmured against you, the vibration of his voice sending yet another shiver down your spine. "Let go."

With a final flick of his tongue combined with the expert pressure of his fingers, the dam broke. You cried out, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and surrender washing over you in waves so powerful that it felt as if you were floating. Your body bucked against his mouth, seeking more as the tsunami of ecstasy consumed you completely.

Minho didn’t relent, riding the waves with you, matching your rhythm as you trembled and quaked beneath him. The world around you faded, leaving only the exquisite sensations that pulled you deeper into bliss. His mouth continued its dance, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from your trembling body.

As the last quivers of ecstasy coursed through you, Minho finally withdrew, his lips glistening and a satisfied smile playing on his face. You lay back against the soft comforter, breathless and dazed, your heart racing in the aftermath of what he had just given you. It took a moment for reality to settle back in, and when it did, the warmth of his presence enveloped you like a thick blanket.

"You okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your flushed face as his eyes sparkled with affection.

You nodded slowly, a smile breaking across your lips. "More than okay," you breathed out, the memory of his touch still tingling across your skin.

Minho chuckled softly and you placed your hands gently on his cheeks. Minho leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the intimacy of it sending a renewed spark of desire through your body.

His hands roamed your curves before pushing his pants and boxer down a little before he settled his weight over you, careful not to crush you. The feel of his warm skin against yours was intoxicating. You ran your fingers down his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"Are you ready for me?" he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "Please, oppa," you whispered, your body aching for him.

Slowly, reverently, Minho entered you, both of you gasping at the feeling. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most exquisite way. You both paused for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment as your hearts raced in unison.

"You're so perfect," Minho whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He held your gaze, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. But all he found was a rush of eagerness that mirrored his own.

With a gentle thrust, he began to move, slowly at first, letting the rhythm build between you. Each push and pull ignited a fire that spread through your body like wildfire. You met his movements, instinctively arching your back and pulling him closer, urging him to linger deeper within you.

"More," you gasped, breathless from the overwhelming sensations. Minho responded with a low growl, quickening his pace as he buried himself deeper into you. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with the sweet symphony of your shared breaths and soft moans that echoed around you.

Every thrust sent shockwaves through you, each one igniting a new wave of pleasure that made your body quiver. Minho’s gaze remained locked onto yours, his expression a mix of passion and tenderness as he poured himself into every movement. You could feel the heat building again within you, an intoxicating blend of desire and want.

"Your body is incredible," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion as he adjusted his angle, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. Stars danced behind your closed eyes, drawing out pleasured gasps from your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. "Don’t stop," you urged, your heartbeat pounding in time with his thrusts. He answered your plea with fervor, driving deeper and faster, his breath hitching as the room filled with the sound of your bodies moving together.

Each thrust pulled you deeper into a realm of pleasure that felt both euphoric and consuming. You could feel the tension building again, coiling tighter within you as he moved with a rhythm that felt both primal and tender.

"Look at me," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze; dark and smoldering, filled with a wild mixture of desire and affection. It was a look that made your heart race faster, as if he could see every part of you, every yearning thought laid bare.

"Oppa…" you breathed, trailing your fingers over his shoulders and down his strong back, feeling every muscle taut beneath your touch. He responded with a deep groan, the sound reverberating through both of you.

With every push, every pull, he coaxed more gasps and moans from you. The room was thick with heat, the mingled scents of the moment wrapping around you like a warm haze. The gentle sounds of your breathing and the rustle of the sheets became a rhythmic backdrop to the intoxicating dance of your bodies, each thrust igniting sparks that licked at your skin.

"You're so tight," Minho breathed, his voice strained as he pressed deeper, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. You could feel every inch of him, and it was almost overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Just for you," you replied breathlessly, your words laced with a mix of desperation and longing.

Minho's pace quickened, and your bodies moved in perfect harmony, like two dancers entwined in a passionate ballet. Each thrust felt electric, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that seemed to melt away any remnants of the outside world.

As the kiss deepened, his hands found your waist, lifting you slightly to meet him more fully--a subtle shift that sent waves of sensation coursing through your core. You could feel the heat radiating from him, mingling with your own as the tension coiled tighter within you.

The intensity between you built to a crescendo, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Minho's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deeper and more purposeful. You clung to him, your bodies moving as one in a passionate dance.

"I'm close," you gasped, feeling the familiar tension coiling tighter within you.

"Me too," Minho breathed, his voice strained with desire. "Come with me, baby."

His words sent a shiver through you, and you nodded, surrendering yourself completely to the sensations. Minho's hand slipped between your bodies, his skilled fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you rapidly towards the edge.

Your breath came in short gasps as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. Minho's movements became more erratic, his own release imminent.

With a final, deep thrust, the world around you exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation. You cried out Minho's name as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your body arching off the bed and trembling with the intensity of your release. At the same moment, Minho groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as he found his own climax.

The room seemed to spin as you both rode out your shared orgasm, clinging to each other as if you were the only two people in the universe. Every nerve ending in your body sang with pleasure, electric pulses racing through you in time with Minho's final, shuddering thrusts.

Time seemed to stand still as you floated in a haze of bliss, your bodies still intimately connected. You could feel Minho's heart racing against your chest, his breath coming in short gasps that mirrored your own. The world around you slowly came back into focus, but you remained lost in the afterglow of what had just transpired.

Minho leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he fought to catch his breath. A soft smile broke across his lips, one filled with both satisfaction and tenderness. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, comforting and familiar, as he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.

"That was… incredible," he finally breathed, his voice still thick with emotion. You nodded in agreement, a shy smile lighting up your features as you relished the aftermath of that intimate moment.

You felt a soft flush creep across your cheeks, the intimacy of the moment lingering between you like an electric current. Minho smiled at you, his eyes sparkling with warmth and humor. "Incredible might be an understatement," you managed to reply, a playful teasing lilt in your voice.

He chuckled softly, brushing his fingers down your arm, relishing the way your skin reacted to his touch. "Just wait until I show you more," he teased back, his expression turning mischievous as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just above yours.

Your heart raced at the thought, a tingle of anticipation igniting within you. You pulled him in for another kiss, this one slow and sweet—an exploration of the lingering desire that still buzzed in the air around you. His hands found their place again on your waist as he deepened the kiss, pouring all the affection and passion from moments before into this new connection.

"I love you," he whispered between your kisses.

"I love you too," you whispered and pulled back slightly. "Very much."

Minho smiled, his eyes twinkling with warmth and affection. The sincerity in his gaze melted your heart, and you felt a surge of happiness wash over you. You brushed your fingertips softly along his jawline, marveling at how intimate everything felt--the little moments, the soft touches, the whispers of love exchanged between panting breaths.

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Beautiful Jonghyun,

It's been 7 years without you today, I'm still so grateful for all the beautiful words and songs you gave us while you were still here. I miss you.

You did well, you worked the hardest ♡

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Can you please do Sergei surprises female reader in the shower and they began to have hot shower sex? Ty

Steam and Surprise

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Note: Short, sorry! And the gif is just... I had to put it in lol

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The warm water cascaded over your skin as you let out a contented sigh, washing away the stresses of the day. Lost in thought, you didn't hear the bathroom door quietly open. Suddenly, strong arms encircled your waist from behind and you let out a startled gasp.

"Shh, it's just me, my love," Sergei's deep, accented voice murmured in your ear. His muscular form pressed against your back as he nuzzled your neck.

"Sergei! You scared me," you exclaimed, turning to face him. Water droplets clung to his tanned skin and dark hair as he gazed at you with those intense hazel eyes.

"I couldn't resist surprising my beautiful девушка," he purred, cupping your face in his large, calloused hands. His thumbs traced your cheekbones as he let his lips gently against yours. The kiss was warm and tender, a soothing balm that melted away the last remnants of your surprise.

"You always know how to make an entrance," you teased, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. A playful smile danced on your lips, and you could see the corner of his mouth twitch with amusement.

Sergei chuckled softly, his breath mingling with the steam rising from the shower. "You know how much I love it when you’re surprised," he said, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. His fingers slipped down to your waist, pulling you closer until there was scarcely any space left between your bodies. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, mixing with the heat of the water.

Your breath hitched as Sergei's hands roamed lower, caressing your curves. His lips found yours again in a deeper, more passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer as the water continued to cascade over your entwined bodies.

Sergei backed you against the cool tile wall, his muscular form pressing you firmly against it. His lips trailed hot kisses down your neck as his hands cupped your breasts, thumbs circling teasingly. You arched into his touch with a soft moan.

"Sergei, please," you whimpered, overcome with desire.

He growled low in his throat, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he entered you in one smooth motion. You cried out in pleasure, clinging to his broad shoulders.

The sensation overwhelmed you, each thrust drawing you deeper into an ecstasy that blurred the lines of reality. The soft rush of water became a backdrop to your shared rhythm, the world outside fading away as you lost yourself in Sergei's embrace. His powerful frame held you effortlessly, every movement intentional and filled with a raw passion that ignited every nerve ending.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "This is ours--just us."

You nodded, unable to form words, the pleasure coursing through you stealing your breath away. His eyes bore into yours, fierce and protective, as if he were guarding this moment against any intruding thought or doubt. He was a force of nature, and in this steamy sanctuary, it felt as though nothing could touch you.

With each thrust, Sergei pushed you closer to the brink, and your body responded eagerly, arching towards him in desperate need. You could feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter with each powerful movement, an electric pulse that threatened to spill over.

"Let go," he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "Just feel."

His hands gripped your hips, guiding your body as you moved together in perfect harmony, the water cascading around you like a veil of warmth and intimacy. Your breaths mingled, each gasp and moan echoing off the tiled walls, creating a symphony of passion.

As you felt the wave of pleasure cresting, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent--earthy and wild. The world faded even further; it was just you and him in this moment, suspended in time. With each thrust, he drew you closer to the edge where exhilaration met bliss.

"Let me hear you," Sergei murmured, his tone commanding yet tender. His hands tightened around you as if he were trying to anchor you to him, to this moment. The pressure inside you swelled, a tidal wave ready to crash.

You gasped his name, a plea and a promise rolled into one. "Sergei," you breathed, the syllables trembling on your lips.

"Good," he encouraged, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated against your skin. "Let it go."

With one final thrust, the world exploded around you--the heat of the water, the hardness of the tiles, and the strength of Sergei wrapped around you like a cocoon. You cried out, a sound filled with pure abandon as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Each pulse sent shockwaves through your body, each soft whimper mingling with the sound of rushing water.

Sergei’s grip on your hips didn’t falter; he held you tight, guiding you through the storm of pleasure. His own breath quickened as he chased his own release, eyes locked onto yours, his expression fierce and filled with unrestrained need. The moment stretched endlessly, a sweet eternity as you both rode the crest of bliss together.

With one last surge, he surrendered to the waves that crashed over him, his body tensing as he filled you completely. You felt the warmth spread between you, mingling with the hot water cascading down your bodies, creating a cocoon of sensation that enveloped you both.

As the storm began to settle, Sergei’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let you go entirely. Instead, he held you close against him, his heart pounding in rhythm with yours. The sound of the water continued to cascade around you, a gentle reminder of the world outside this intimate bubble.

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, guiding his gaze to meet yours before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his gently, tasting the saltiness of your shared passion mixed with the warmth of the water. Sergei's eyes softened, and he responded with a kiss that was both tender and possessive, a silent promise that this moment would linger long after the steam had dissipated.

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Send Requests!!!! For Kraven!

Anything!

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON "Kraven The Hunter" | 2024, dir. J.C. Chandor

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Rock Skipping Lessons (Aemond Targaryen One Shot)

Summary: You and your boyfriend were skipping rocks at a pond, except you didn’t exactly know how. Aemond stood behind you and placed his hands on top of you to teach you how to skip rocks, and then turned into something else.

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female you

Warning: Smut.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the serene waters of the private lake. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers. Aemond's lake house stood majestically behind you, its large windows reflecting the warm light of the setting sun.

As Aemond's hands gently covered yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His breath was warm against your ear as he spoke softly, "It's all in the wrist, love. You need to flick it just right."

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, pressed close against your back. His strong arms enveloped you, guiding your movements with practiced ease. The smooth, flat stone felt cool in your palm as Aemond helped you position it correctly.

"Now, bend your knees slightly," he instructed, his deep voice guiding you effortlessly. You felt his presence wrapping around you like a warm blanket, igniting butterflies in your stomach. With each subtle adjustment he made, the tension in your shoulders eased, replaced by a sense of intimacy that pulsed beneath the surface.

"Like this," he said, demonstrating the motion with a stone of his own. He released it with a flick of his wrist, and it soared across the water, skipping perfectly before plunging into the depths with a satisfying plop. You watched, momentarily entranced by the way the last rays of sunlight danced on his silver hair as he turned to you, eyes bright with mischief.

"Your turn," he urged, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. You nodded, heart racing as you focused on his instructions. Aemond stepped back just enough to give you space but remained close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him.

You took a deep breath and crouched slightly, mimicking what he’d shown you. You selected a stone, its surface smooth and inviting, and felt Aemond's gaze on you, a mixture of encouragement and playful challenge. As you bent your knees, you could almost sense his anticipation, the way he leaned in ever so slightly, waiting to witness your attempt.

With a swift motion, you flicked your wrist just as he had shown you. The stone glided away from your hand, skimming the surface of the water with an exhilarated splash. Heart pounding, you watched it skip--once, twice--before sinking into the depths with a gentle plink. You couldn't help but laugh, a mix of triumph and giddy disbelief at having actually done it.

"Not bad for a beginner," Aemond teased, his voice light and filled with an admiration that made warmth bloom in your cheeks. He stepped closer, a playful smirk illuminating his handsome features. "But I think I can help you improve."

"Is that so?" you asked, feeling your smile widen as you tossed a teasing glance over your shoulder. "What do you suggest, oh master of rock skipping?"

Aemond's eyes glimmered with mischief as he closed the distance between you. "Well," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "it's all about finding the perfect rhythm."

He placed his hands on your hips, gently turning you to face the lake once more. The heat of his touch seeped through your clothes, igniting sparks along your skin. You leaned back instinctively, your body molding against his muscular form.

"First," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, "you need to find your balance." His hands slid up your sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You shivered, despite the warmth of the evening.

Aemond's fingers traced down your arms, coming to rest on your hands. He intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding them to select another smooth, flat stone.

"Now," Aemond murmured, his lips ghosting along your neck, "let's perfect that motion."

You turned in his arms, the stone forgotten as it slipped from your fingers. Your eyes locked with his, stormy grey meeting your gaze with an intensity that took your breath away. The fading sunlight caught the planes of his face, highlighting his strong jaw and the curve of his lips.

"I think I have a better idea," you breathed, reaching up to trace the scar over his eye. Aemond's breath hitched as your fingers trailed down his cheek, coming to rest at the nape of his neck.

You pulled him closer, rising on your toes to brush your lips against his. Aemond responded immediately, one hand tangling in your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back. The kiss deepened as Aemond pulled you closer, his strong arms encircling your waist. The last rays of sunlight danced across the lake, painting everything in a warm golden glow. You ran your fingers through Aemond's silky silver hair as his lips moved to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"Perhaps we should go inside," you murmured breathlessly, glancing towards the lake house.

Aemond's eyes darkened with desire and he smirked. "How about doing it outside? We’re all alone."

Your breath caught in your throat at Aemond's bold suggestion. The idea sent a thrill of excitement through you, mingling with the warmth of desire already pooling in your core. You glanced around, taking in the secluded beauty of your surroundings.

"You're right," you whispered, a coy smile playing on your lips. "We are all alone out here."

Aemond's eyes lit up with a predatory gleam. In one swift motion, he swept you into his arms, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He carried you effortlessly to a nearby clearing, where soft grass and wildflowers created a natural haven.

Gently, he lowered you onto the grass, the blades tickling your skin through your clothes. Aemond hovered above you, his silver hair falling like a curtain around his face as he gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

Aemond lowered himself onto you, his weight a comforting presence as his lips found yours once more. The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with unspoken promises. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his silky hair.

The grass beneath you was soft, creating a natural cushion as Aemond's kisses trailed down your neck. He nipped gently at your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. The cool evening air caressed your skin as Aemond slowly undressed you, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed flesh.

You tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. Aemond obliged, quickly shedding his clothes. The last rays of sunlight painted his muscular form in hues of gold and amber.

You ran your hands along Aemond's muscular chest, marveling at the way the fading sunlight accentuated every defined line. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, a stark contrast to the cool evening air. Aemond's eyes, dark with desire, never left yours as he lowered himself onto you once more.

His lips found yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. You arched into him, relishing the feeling of his bare skin against yours. The soft grass tickled your back, adding to the sensory overload as Aemond's hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Aemond's lips traced a path down your neck, pausing to nip gently at your collarbone. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his silky hair as he continued his journey downward.

Aemond's kisses trailed lower, his warm breath sending shivers across your skin. His hands caressed your curves, fingertips dancing along your sides. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. The grass beneath you was cool and soft, creating a lush natural bed.

His lips found your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand kneaded the other. Waves of pleasure radiated through you. You ran your fingers through Aemond's silky hair, tugging gently. He looked up at you, eyes dark with desire, before continuing his path downward.

Aemond's kisses traced along your stomach, pausing to nip playfully at your hip bone. Your breath hitched in anticipation as he settled between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against your center had you gasping. He licked the soft flesh with a languid, teasing motion that sent tremors of pleasure coursing through your body. You bucked against him involuntarily, craving more as he savored your response. Aemond's eyes gleamed with mischief and satisfaction, relishing in the power he held over you.

He took his time, exploring every inch of you with a meticulous hunger, as though he were mapping out uncharted territory. Each flick and swirl of his tongue drew moans from your lips, the sound mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves above. The world around you faded away, leaving only the intoxicating connection between your bodies.

Aemond pulled back for just a moment, his breath warm against your skin as he looked into your eyes. "You taste divine," he breathed, his voice low and rough with desire. That alone sent another wave of heat crashing over you, igniting a fire deep within.

"More," you gasped, desperate for him to take you to that edge. Aemond grinned, a devilish spark twinkling in his stormy grey eyes as he dove back into the delicious warmth of you. His mouth worked wonders, coaxing and teasing until the pleasure built to an exquisite crescendo that made your body writhe beneath him.

The world around you seemed to disappear, swallowed by the intensity of your connection. You felt every brush of his tongue, every gentle caress of his hands against your thighs, igniting a fire that spread through your entire being. Aemond’s growl of approval sent shockwaves of desire racing through you; he was insatiable, completely captivated by the way your body responded to his every touch.

You could feel your own arousal building, each flick of his tongue sending you closer and closer to the brink. "Aemond," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper yet full of urgency, "please."

He paused just long enough to lock eyes with you, the intensity of his gaze causing your heart to stutter. "Please what?" he teased, his voice smooth as silk, a dark promise lingering in his tone. The smirk on his lips was mischievous, and you felt a thrill run through you at his playful challenge.

"Stop teasing," you breathed, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate whisper. "I need you."

Aemond's expression shifted slightly, excitement blending with hunger as he leaned in closer once more. He resumed his ministrations, each movement more deliberate than the last, as he brought you closer and closer to that sweet precipice. Your body writhed beneath him, urging him on.

With every flick and swirl, he pushed you nearer to ecstasy, and your breaths became frantic gasps. The heat coiling within you tightened like a spring ready to snap. You could feel the pressure building, an exquisite tension that made the world around you feel distant and dreamlike.

Aemond’s mouth moved with a relentless rhythm, his tongue coaxing you ever closer to that edge. You could feel every pulse of desire coursing through you, an overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to sweep you away. The sounds of the night—the soft rustle of leaves, distant calls of crickets—seemed to fade into a blissful background hum, leaving only the two of you and the electric connection between your bodies.

"Please," you gasped again, your fingers tightening in his hair, drawing him closer as if it would somehow intensify the sensations he was wringing from you. "I'm--"

"Let go," Aemond murmured against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Just let go for me."

With those words, something inside you snapped. The pressure that had been building erupted like a dam breaking free, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in a dizzying surge. You cried out as your body responded, shuddering violently beneath his touch. The world exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, consuming you in its intoxicating embrace. Aemond’s mouth didn’t relent as he drank in your pleasure, his hands steadying you, guiding you through the bliss that enveloped your senses.

As you rode out the waves of ecstasy, he pulled back, his eyes darkened with desire as he gazed into yours, a satisfied smirk dancing on his lips. The look in his stormy grey depths sent another tremor of longing through you. You reached for him, pulling him closer with a silent invitation that was impossible to misread.

Aemond rose to hover above you, the moonlight now spilling across both your bodies, illuminating the sheen of sweat that had formed on his skin.

Aemond moved over you, his muscular form bathed in moonlight. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours as he positioned himself. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the anticipation building between you.

With agonizing slowness, he eased into you. The stretch and fullness made you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Aemond groaned, burying his face in your neck as he hilted himself inside you. For a moment, you both stayed perfectly still, savoring the exquisite sensation of being joined.

Then Aemond began to move. His thrusts started slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. The grass beneath you cushioned your bodies as you moved together in perfect synchronicity.

Aemond's lips found yours in a fervent kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

Aemond's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with increasing intensity. You clung to him, nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure washed over you. The moonlight bathed your entwined forms, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Aemond's muscular shoulders as he moved above you.

"Gods, you feel incredible," Aemond growled, his voice rough with desire. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and you cried out as he hit a spot deep inside that made you see stars.

Aemond's lips trailed fire down your neck, pausing to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. The dual sensations of his mouth on your skin and his hard length moving inside you threatened to overwhelm your senses.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest, craving more of him as the pleasure began to tighten within you once again. The world around you blurred, centered only on the rhythm building between your bodies.

Aemond's thrusts grew more powerful, each one driving deeper. His muscular body moved with fluid grace above you, moonlight gleaming off his sweat-slicked skin. You clung to his broad shoulders, feeling the flexing of his muscles beneath your fingertips.

"Harder," you gasped, urging him on. Aemond growled low in his throat, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He gripped your hips, angling them upward as he pounded into you with renewed vigor. The new angle allowed him to hit that perfect spot deep inside with each thrust.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out Aemond's name, your voice echoing across the still waters of the lake. The cool grass beneath you contrasted deliciously with the heat of your joined bodies.

Aemond's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful. You could feel the tension building within you, a coiling heat that threatened to consume you entirely. His stormy eyes locked onto yours, dark with passion and an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Come for me," Aemond growled, his voice husky and demanding. "Let me feel you."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire that spread through your entire being. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for more contact. The friction between your bodies was exquisite, each movement sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

Aemond's lips found yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he continued his relentless pace. His tongue danced with yours, mirroring the rhythm of his hips. You could feel the coil within you tightening, spiraling ever closer to the edge. The world melted away, leaving only Aemond's fierce gaze and his relentless rhythm as he moved above you, every motion sending shockwaves of ecstasy pulsating through your body.

"That's it," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Just like that." Each word vibrated through you, urging you to let go. You gasped, your fingers digging into the grass as you felt the pressure mount.

With a final thrust, Aemond drove deep into you, hitting that spot perfectly. The sensations collided within you like a symphony reaching its crescendo. You cried out his name once more, the sound echoing into the night as pleasure erupted from deep inside, washing over you in waves of euphoria.

Aemond's movements faltered for just a moment as you clenched around him, your body spasming with bliss. He groaned, his own release building as he felt you shatter beneath him. With a deep, primal growl, he surged into you one last time, his body tensing as he found his own release. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, and he buried himself deep, letting out a breathless sigh as he filled you completely.

The two of you remained locked in that perfect union for a moment, both of you trembling as the last tides of pleasure ebbed away. The cool night air enveloped you, but all you could feel was the warmth radiating from Aemond's body, still pressed against yours.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto his elbows, his breath still ragged as he gazed into your eyes. There was a softness to his expression that contrasted beautifully with the wild intensity of the moments before. You found yourself smiling, a blissful afterglow settling over you like a gentle cocoon.

"That was... incredible," you breathed, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. Aemond's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he brushed a thumb over your cheek.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he confessed, his voice low and filled with an intimate sincerity that sent a shiver down your spine. The vulnerability in his gaze made your heart swell.

You couldn't help but giggle softly, the sound bubbling up from the depths of your happiness. "Well, I guess now you can finally cross it off your list."

Aemond chuckled, the sound deep and rich, resonating within your chest as he propped himself up on one elbow, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks flush anew. His silver hair fell in tousled waves around his face, catching the moonlight like spun glass.

"We should skip stones more often," you smirked.

Aemond's eyes sparkled with mischief at your suggestion. "Only if it ends like this," he replied, a teasing lilt in his voice, as he traced lazy circles on your thigh with his fingers, igniting sparks of warmth, causing you to laugh softly.

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Beauty of A Dragon (Aemond Targaryen One Shot)

Summary: Your twin brother comes for you at night.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen reader

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Warning: Incest, Smut.

Aemond had been Prince Regent for a few months now, and although the Valyrian steel of the Conqueror’s crown didn’t rest upon his head yet, it was now an undeniable fact to every member of the realm that he had been born for this. All could finally witness his real worth, his superiority and how good he was at being a commander, a King.

No, he excelled at it. The Blacks haven’t even dared to approach King’s Landing even once in the last few months, and under his command all fear him, all obey him. He was far better at this than his father ever was, than his older sister ever will be, and certainly than his broken brother is, tucked in his bed.

His new duties obliged him to be away often, to ride Vhagar and lead his armies on the usurpers who wanted to decimate them and take his city, but when he was back in the Red Keep, all he sees is you.

His twin sister.

He walked into your chambers using the secret tunnels, and saw you by your bed, pulling down your robes to go to bed.

He approached silently from behind you, but you could sense him. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked lightly, "Nice try."

Aemond chuckled softly, the sound low and intoxicating in the stillness of the night. “You always were too sharp for your own good, sister,” he replied, stepping closer, the heat radiating from his body wrapping around you like a cloak.

With a practiced ease, he moved to the side of your bed, leaning against the ornate post, his sapphire eye glinting with mischief and hunger. You turned fully to face him, your heart racing at the sight of him—tousled hair framing his angular face, lips slightly parted as though they had just whispered secret promises.

"Are you disappointed now?" you teased softly as you stepped closer to his body. He hummed, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, lavishing it with a hungry touch of his lips.

His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Disappointed? Not in the slightest,” he murmured, his words laced with an intoxicating blend of desire and mischief. “In fact, I find it quite the opposite.”

Aemond’s arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between the two of you. The world outside faded into a distant memory; it was just you and him amidst the flickering candlelight of your chamber, where shadows danced around you like whispers of longing.

You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck to him, an unspoken invitation that made his fingers twitch with eagerness. He nipped at the delicate skin there, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. “You know I can’t resist you,” he growled lowly, his voice thick with want.

Together you collapsed onto the plush bed, laughing breathlessly as he landed beside you. His fingers traced the delicate outline of your jaw, moving down to your collarbone, igniting a trail of heat wherever he touched. “You’re too tempting for your own good, sister,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as though sharing an intimate secret meant only for you.

Your heart raced in response, the thrill of having him so close overpowering the weight of propriety that lingered like a shadow in the corner. “And yet, here we are,” you whispered back, your own fingers slipping through his hair, tugging him closer still until his lips hovered just above yours.

He captured your mouth with fervor, kissing you with a hunger that had been building during his long absences. The taste of him was intoxicating; a mix of heat and desire that left you breathless, yearning for more. Aemond pulled away for just a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Tell me to stop,” he challenged softly, though you both knew it was a challenge neither of you wished to accept.

“I would never,” you breathed, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his gaze. Aemond's lips curled into a smirk, a predator reveling in the thrill of the chase.

With that unspoken understanding, he captured your mouth again, deeper this time, as if he intended to draw every breath from your lungs. His hands explored your body with a fervency that set your skin alight; fingers skimming down the curve of your waist, over the swell of your hips, igniting every nerve in their path.

“Gods, how I’ve missed this,” he whispered against your lips, before trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Each brush of his mouth sent delightful shivers coursing through you, a beautiful torture that made you arch against him instinctively.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, urging him closer as if you could meld into him completely. “And I you,” you confessed breathlessly.

Aemond's hand slid beneath your robes, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. You shivered at his touch, arching into him as he explored the curves of your body with a reverent hunger. His lips found yours again, capturing them in a searing kiss that left you breathless and aching for more.

With practiced ease, he unlaced your robes, peeling them away to reveal your naked form beneath. His eye roamed over you appreciatively, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory. "Beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with desire. "Always so beautiful."

You reached for him, tugging at his own clothing with impatient hands. He chuckled softly, helping you remove the layers until he was as bare as you.

Aemond's scarred body pressed against yours, skin to skin, as his lips found yours once more. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a passionate duel as his hands roamed your curves. You arched into his touch, fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest and back.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point. A soft moan escaped your lips as he lavished attention on your breasts, tongue swirling around each nipple. His hand slid lower, caressing your inner thigh before finding your wet heat. You gasped as he stroked you, building the pleasure with practiced skill.

"Please, Aemond," you whimpered, hips rocking against his hand. He smirked against your skin before positioning himself between your thighs. With one smooth thrust, he entered you fully, both of you groaning in unison. The sensation of him filling you, of the heat and hardness of his body pressed against yours, was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Aemond's hips began to move in a hard, demanding rhythm, driving himself deeper inside you with each thrust. Your nails dug into the comforter, the pleasure building within you like an inferno waiting to blaze out of control. His name escaped your lips on a gasp as he angled his hips just so, hitting that delicious spot deep within.

"That's it," he growled in your ear. "Let me hear you moan for me, sister."

His words only served to fan the flames of desire coursing through your veins. With each movement, Aemond brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of your passion—heavy breathing, moans of pleasure, and the rustling of sheets tangled around entwined limbs.

As the rhythm of your bodies intensified, Aemond's lips found yours again in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hips continued their relentless pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you. The new angle drew a guttural moan from Aemond's throat.

"Gods, you feel incredible," he panted against your neck.

Your fingers raked down his back as waves of pleasure washed over you. Every nerve ending felt electrified. Aemond's muscular body moved above you with fluid grace, his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat in the candlelight. You marveled at the raw power contained in his lithe form.

He shifted slightly, bracing himself on one arm while his other hand snaked between your bodies. His fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves and began trailing exquisite circles that sent you spiraling further into bliss. You gasped, the sensations overwhelming as pleasure built like a raging storm inside you.

"Aemond," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of your need. He lifted his head to meet your gaze, those piercing violet eyes darkened with lust and fierce determination.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, an order wrapped in velvet. You complied willingly, locking your eyes onto his as the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, lost in this moment, this tempest that had long been brewing between siblings forged by fire and fate.

He quickened his pace, thrusting deep and hard, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the chamber. Each movement ignited sparks beneath your skin; every brush of his fingers brought another wave of pleasure crashing over you. Aemond's breath became ragged as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours as if seeking the solace that only you could provide. “I want to feel you come undone for me,” he murmured, his voice thick and heated, vibrating through both of you.

Your breath hitched at his words, a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body as he moved with unrelenting intensity. The tension coiling in your core grew tighter, winding around your heart like a serpent ready to strike. You could feel the familiar spark gathering, becoming a blazing inferno ready to consume you whole.

“No one else,” you gasped, the thought of anyone else in this moment felt sacrilegious. “Only you.” The declaration felt primal and raw, binding you both in a way that transcended the physical realm.

Aemond’s eyes flashed with something fierce at your promise, his movements growing more desperate, more possessive. He captured your mouth again in a kiss that was both claiming and tender—a reminder of who you were to each other amidst the chaos of the outside world. Aemond poured every ounce of himself into the kiss, each thrust echoing the rhythm of your hearts beating as one. You surrendered completely to him, your body arching upwards to meet his every move, urging him deeper, higher.

“Feel me, sister,” he breathed against your lips, the words a command and a plea. “Let go.”

With every stroke, you could feel the storm inside you reaching its peak—an avalanche of sensation that threatened to sweep you both away. It built and built, swallowing you whole until there was nothing left but the two of you entwined in passion.

Aemond's fingers worked their magic, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through you. “That’s it,” he urged, his voice a low growl filled with possessiveness, as if he were staking a claim not just on your body, but on your very soul. “Let it go.”

His intensity drove you onwards until with a final thrust, the dam broke, and you were swept away in a tide of ecstasy. The world around you shattered into a million brilliant fragments as the pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. Your cries filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls, intertwining with Aemond’s deep groans as he followed you over the precipice.

Your body convulsed beneath him, waves of bliss crashing over you like a violent sea—each pulse igniting a fire that burned brightly in your core. Aemond’s grip on you tightened, his own release flooding through him in tandem with yours, creating an intoxicating blend of sensations that left you both gasping for breath.

As the intensity of your shared climax began to ebb, Aemond's movements slowed to a gentle rhythm. He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you panting softly as you basked in the afterglow. The air around you felt charged, crackling with the energy of your passion.

Aemond's eye met yours, a storm of emotions swirling in its depths. His fingers traced the curve of your cheek with surprising tenderness. "My beautiful sister," he murmured, voice husky. "My Queen."

You shivered at his words, feeling the truth of them resonate deep within you. Whatever crowns or thrones awaited outside these chamber walls, here in this moment, you ruled together absolutely.

Slowly, reluctantly, Aemond withdrew from you. But he didn't move far, instead gathering you close against his chest. You nestled into his embrace, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded you in this turbulent world. The warmth of his skin against yours was a soothing balm, and you closed your eyes, savoring the intimacy of these quiet moments together.

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GREMLINS (1984) dir. Joe Dante

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Gif dump - Aemond Targaryen

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Grace burgers x Shelbyreader! (Fem)

Grace secret gets out to the Shelby’s and the reader is heartbroken and haven’t talk in months because of it. A year later Grace breaks into the readers hotel room while she’s on vacation. They have a conversation and Grace tries to use sex to get back with the reader but it’s too late (small smut if you does that kind of work)

Sorry that it’s long lol 😂

Secrets and Seduction

Pairing: Grace burgers x female Shelby reader

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Note: Sorry, no smut, just a sad one shot.

The moonlight streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a ghostly glow on the plush bedspread. In the stillness, Grace’s presence felt like a haunting, an echo of all the laughter and whispered secrets they once shared. The door creaked as she stepped inside, her breath quickening at the sight of the woman she had thought about every day since everything fell apart.

"What are you doing here, Grace?" The words slipped from your lips, sharp and cold as glass. You didn’t turn to face her; instead, you stared out at the dark ocean, waves crashing against the shore--a reminder of how tumultuous everything had become since that fateful night.

"Let me explain," Grace pleaded, stepping farther into the room. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in a world where no one else existed.

"Explain? You had your chance for that, Grace. I don’t want to hear any more excuses." You finally turned to face her, the flickering lamplight catching the sheen of tears in her eyes, but anger was the only thing coursing through you now.

Grace took a tentative step forward, her hands raised as if to ward off your fury. "I never wanted you to find out like that. You have to understand… it was complicated." Her voice broke, a fragile thread of emotion woven through her words.

"Complicated?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Complicated is trying to balance my emotions. What you did was shatter everything we built together." The memories flooded back--of shared dreams and promises whispered under starlit skies, moments of bliss that felt so far removed now.

"I can't change the past," Grace said softly, her vulnerability almost disarming. "But I’ve changed. I’ve spent every day regretting losing you. I came here to make things right."

You felt your heart twist. The sincerity in her voice tugged at the remnants of your affection, but it was too late for that. "Making things right? Grace, you can’t just waltz back into my life and expect us to pick up where we left off. You broke my trust--our trust."

Grace’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desperation. "What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Because I am, truly. But I can show you how much I’ve changed." She stepped closer, her gaze intensifying as she reached out for you, fingers brushing against your arm.

You recoiled instinctively, as if her touch burned. "Don’t." It was a single word, laced with all the pain of a year spent nursing a wound that refused to close. "You think sex can fix this? You think it’s that simple?"

The hurt in her eyes was palpable, but Grace held her ground. "No, I don’t think it’s simple. But I know what we had, and I miss it. Don’t you?"

You paused, the crackle of tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Memories of soft laughter and warmth flickered in your mind, a stark contrast to the chilly space between you now. "I did miss it once," you admitted, your voice softer than intended, "but that was before I learned the truth about you."

"You can’t erase what we had because of one mistake!" Grace's voice rose, desperation spilling over as she took another step closer. The intensity in her gaze was magnetic, pulling at something deep inside you--something you had fought so hard to bury.

"One mistake?" You echoed incredulously, incredulity lacing your tone. "What you did was a series of decisions that led to betrayal. You put yourself in that position; you chose to deceive me." Your heart raced, the weight of your words heavy in the air. "You think I can just forget that because you’ve decided you want me back?"

Grace's expression shifted, frustration morphing into a determination that was both alluring and terrifying. "No, I don’t expect you to forget. But we could start fresh--if you’d just let me show you how much I care. How much I love you."

The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken longing and the ghosts of what once was. You could see the sincerity in her eyes, a raw honesty that both beckoned and repelled you. Your heart raced, caught between the tender ache of nostalgia and the steely resolve you had built over the past year.

"Love? Is that what you call it?" you asked, voice steadier than you felt. "You loved me while lying to my face? What kind of love is that?"

Grace flinched slightly but quickly regained her composure, her desperation unfurling like a fragile flower in the twilight. "I know I hurt you," she said, her voice now barely above a whisper. "But I’ve spent the last year trying to make sense of everything. I thought I could compartmentalize--keep my life separate from us--but it didn’t work. I lost myself in my own lies."

Maybe that was what angered you the most: the idea that she had become someone else entirely, her true self buried beneath layers of deceit. "You didn’t just lose yourself, Grace," you said, your voice tinged with a mixture of pity and bitterness. "You lost me in the process."

The silence that followed was thick with tension, and you could hear the rhythmic beating of your heart like a war drum in your chest. Grace's eyes shimmered under the weak light, an ocean of regret swirling within their depths. She took another step closer, seemingly unafraid of your rejection.

"Please," she breathed, her voice a soft plea as she reached out again, but this time you didn’t flinch. Instead, you held your ground, your face a mask of stoicism.

"You think that I can just forget how you made me feel? How you shattered my trust and left me to pick up the pieces alone?" You were surprised at how steady your voice remained, how you could contain the storm of emotions whirling inside you. "Now, get out. Don’t worry, I won’t tell my brothers you’re around."

Grace’s shoulders slumped at your words, the fight seemingly draining from her frame. For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, thickened by the palpable weight of all that had been left unsaid. "You really mean that," she murmured, and even though it was a statement, it felt like an admission of defeat.

Your heart twisted painfully at her vulnerability, something you had once cherished. Yet here it was, a reminder of how far you had fallen from each other.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could catch it. You didn’t want her to have this power over you--this ability to stir feelings that you had tried so hard to bury.

Instead of answering the question with words, she stepped closer, gently placing her hands on your cheeks.

You felt the warmth of her palms against your skin, a familiar comfort that sent a shiver down your spine. The sensation was almost electric, igniting the smoldering embers of a connection you thought had long since faded.

You opened your mouth to tell her to leave, but she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours.

You froze, every instinct screaming to pull away, to reject the warmth of those lips that had once ignited a fire in your soul. But as familiar as her touch was, it was also a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had shattered everything. You felt the softness of her kiss--a bittersweet echo of more innocent times--and yet it stirred an overwhelming storm of emotions within you.

You fought against the wave of feelings threatening to engulf you, your mind a cacophony of memories and longing. The kiss was tentative at first, nostalgic, but it quickly deepened as if Grace sought to erase the scars of the past with the tenderness of the present. Your heart raced in response, torn between craving the comfort of her familiarity and the walls you had built to protect yourself.

With a sudden surge of clarity, you broke away, breathing heavily as you stared into her eyes. "What are you doing?" Your voice trembled with a mixture of anger and confusion. "This isn't how it works, Grace. You can't just come back and expect everything to be okay again."

"I know," she said softly, hurt flickering across her features. "But I had to try. I've missed you every single day since... since everything fell apart." Her gaze held an urgency that felt both desperate and sincere.

"You don’t get to miss me now," you shot back, heart pounding with a fervor that matched the storm brewing in your chest. "You made your choices, Grace. You can't just turn back time because it feels convenient. Now go."

You turned away from her, your back to her, trying to block out the turmoil of emotions swirling in your chest. The sound of her footsteps felt like a countdown, each step away pulling you closer to the abyss of your own pain.

You let out a shaky breath when you heard the door slowly opening and after a moment it closed.

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Fallen Angel: Chapter 3 - Secrets Unfold

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

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As dawn broke over Birmingham, Viktoria awoke to the sound of bustling activity from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, attempting to shake off the remnants of her restless night filled with dreams that blurred the lines between her present reality and the distant echoes of her past.

After a quick wash in the tiny basin provided for her, she dressed in the green dress Ada had lent her, smoothing down the fabric as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It was strange—this dress felt both foreign and oddly comforting. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever awaited her down below.

Stepping into the hallway, she caught snippets of conversation drifting up to her from the kitchen. The familiar cadence of Ada’s voice mixed with the deeper tones of Arthur and Tommy danced through the air, punctuated by sporadic laughter and shouts.

As Viktoria descended the stairs, she felt an unexpected surge of determination. She had to navigate this unfamiliar landscape carefully--not just for herself but for the Shelbys as well. The stakes felt impossibly high, and she couldn't allow her presence to endanger them.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found Tommy leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gaze fixed intently on something outside. Ada was bustling around, preparing breakfast while Arthur sat with a cup of coffee, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity and he turned his attention to her, "Morning!"

"Morning," Viktoria greeted.

"Morning, Viktoria!" Ada called out cheerfully. "Just in time for some breakfast. Hope you’re hungry."

"Very," Viktoria replied, forcing a smile though her heart thudded in her chest. She slid into a chair at the small table, feeling as if she were stepping onto a battleground--the air heavy with unspoken thoughts and the weight of expectations.

Tommy turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. "You slept well?" he asked, his tone casual but with an edge that hinted at deeper scrutiny.

"As well as can be expected," Viktoria replied, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. "It's hard to sleep in a new place, I guess." She glanced around the kitchen, absorbing the details--the worn wooden table, the utilitarian stove, and the windowsill lined with mismatched cups. This was a home forged from necessity rather than comfort.

Ada placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of Viktoria. "You'll get used to it," she assured, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Besides, once you meet everyone else, you’ll feel right at home."

"Everyone else?" Viktoria asked, raising an eyebrow as she cut into her food.

Tommy pushed himself off the counter and leaned against it with casual authority. "The rest of the family will be by soon. You’ve already met our aunt and our brothers. There are more of us--each with their own way of making life… interesting." He shot Arthur a teasing glance that made the other man chuckle.

"Interesting, right," Arthur echoed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "More like chaotic. You have no idea what you're in for," he said, leaning forward as if to emphasize his point.

Viktoria chuckled softly, her nerves easing just a little. "I think I can handle a little chaos," she replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

"Atta girl," Arthur said as he poured her cup of coffee.

Tommy raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Just remember, chaos here has a way of becoming… complicated."

The door creaked open, and in walked John, followed closely by Finn, who was clutching a small wooden carving. "Morning, everyone!" John called out, his voice lively as he entered the kitchen. He spotted Viktoria and shot her a friendly smile. "And good morning to you! You’re looking more at home already."

Viktoria's heart warmed at the boy's earnestness, but a pang of sadness followed closely. "I… I hope to stay for a while, Finn," she replied gently, kneeling down to his level. "But I need to figure some things out first."

"Like what?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Before she could respond, John interjected with a chuckle. "Mysterious writer stuff, kid. Things like plotting and research. You wouldn’t understand it yet."

Finn pouted slightly, crossing his arms. "I can understand! I’m ten now!"

Tommy cleared his throat, drawing attention back to him. "And you should be focused on your own business this morning, young man," he said with mock sternness. "How about you help Arthur with the horses? I hear they could use a good brushing."

Finn brightened at the suggestion. "Okay! I'll make them shine!" He dashed out of the kitchen.

John grabbed a cup and poured himself coffee as he smirked. “That kid has been asking about you, Viktoria, for the past hour.”

"Looks like you’ve stolen something here after all," Arthur teased, leaning back in his chair with a grin.

Viktoria felt a rush of warmth at the playful banter. "I don’t think I’ve done anything special," she replied, shaking her head with a smile. "But he's a sweet boy."

John raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter beside Tommy. "Sweet? Finn? You haven’t seen him on a sugar high yet." The brothers shared a laugh, and Viktoria found herself relaxing further in their company.

The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted as Polly entered, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Viktoria.

"Good morning. I hope you’re settling in well and not getting too comfortable," Polly said, half-smirking as she poured herself a cup of tea. Her sharp gaze flicked between Tommy and the others, assessing the dynamics in the room with her usual scrutiny.

Viktoria glanced up from her plate, forcing a smile despite the knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. "I’m adjusting, thank you," she replied cautiously. "Everyone has been very welcoming."

Polly raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Just remember, it’s a fine line between welcome and being weighed down by family obligations. We're not all sunshine and roses here," she warned lightly before taking a sip of her tea.

"Don't mind Polly," Arthur chimed in with a laugh. "She just likes to see everyone squirm. Keeps us on our toes." He winked at Viktoria, lightening the mood.

As breakfast continued, Finn returned with bits of hay stuck in his hair and an air of excitement about him. He ran to the table to show off a tiny wooden horse he'd been working on, crafted from a piece of scrap he found in the stables.

"Look what I made!" Finn exclaimed, holding up the carved figure proudly. The sheer joy radiating from his small face brought a smile to Viktoria's lips.

"That's incredible, Finn!" she said, genuinely impressed. "You’re quite the artist."

Finn beamed at her praise, visibly puffing up with pride. "Thanks! I want to make a whole herd!" he declared, his eyes sparkling with ambition.

"Well, if you keep practicing, you might just be able to," Viktoria encouraged, feeling a warmth spread through her as she watched the boy’s excitement.

The telephone was heard ringing down the hall, which Polly decided to be the one to answer. She placed her tea on the table and got up. She walked out of the room.

Finn handed Viktoria the wooden horse, "Here. You can have it."

Viktoria smiled, "Thank you."

Finn's face lit up with a wide grin, and he bounced in his seat. "You really like it?"

Victoria nodded, "Of course! It's beautiful," she said, testing the weight of the carving in her hand. "I’ll keep it with me as a reminder of my time here."

"Could you stay here?" Finn asked, his enthusiasm unwavering. "You can help me make more things! We could even start a shop together!"

"Oh, it is happening," Arthur said, exchanging an amused look with John.

"It’s not a crush, it’s love right there," John teased, earning a glare from Finn, the young boy’s cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"Shut up, John!" Finn shot back, crossing his arms defiantly. "I just want to make cool stuff!"

Viktoria chuckled, shaking her head at the banter. "I’m afraid I won’t be setting up shop any time soon, Finn. I have to go back home soon."

Finn's face fell a bit, but he quickly recovered. "You can still help! You could teach me more about… um, writing! Like in your books!"

Tommy watched the exchange with an amused smile, something softening in his usually guarded expression. "Looks like you’ve made quite the impression on our little artist,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

At that moment, Polly returned from the hallway, her expression was serious as she glanced at the group's lightheartedness. She cleared her throat and looked down at Finn, smiling lightly, "Finn, why don’t you go outside and play for a bit? Alright?"

Finn pouted but sighed and nodded.

As Finn dashed out of the kitchen, his energy lighting up the room, Polly turned her attention back to Viktoria. The atmosphere shifted once again, the air thickening with unspoken words and heavy glances. Polly took a deep breath and turning her gaze toward Viktoria, and spoke, "I got an interesting call from a friend of mine…" Viktoria glanced at the siblings nervously. Tommy, Arthur and Ada exchanged a quick look, while John frowned in confusion.

"There's no record of a Viktoria Wilson from London," Polly continued, her tone serious. "Now, I know some people get lost in the paperwork, but this… this seems different. You came here from somewhere and without any trace."

Viktoria's heart raced as she caught the weight of Polly's gaze. Tommy stood up, clearing his throat, "All right, Polly, we need to talk."

Polly raised a hand, steadying her gaze on Tommy. "No, Tommy. She needs to hear this. If we’re going to keep her safe, we need to know who she really is."

“We’re already know who she is,” Ada said, “In a way.”

Polly crossed her arms, her expression assessing. "You say you’re from London, yet you don’t seem acquainted with our ways or our stories. That raises a flag for me."

"Polly," Tommy said, and she finally looked away from Viktoria to him. "We need to talk. Come on, to the living room."

Polly nodded, and with a decisive motion, she led the way to the living room. The atmosphere shifted again as they entered, the air thick with tension. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed almost too bright for the gravity of their conversation.

Polly looked between Tommy, Arthur and Ada, realizing the three of them already know something about the young woman. “Somebody better start talking.”

Tommy stepped forward, his demeanor shifting from casual to commanding. "Viktoria's been through a lot, and while we may have questions, right now isn’t about suspicion. It’s about understanding." He fixed his gaze on Polly, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

Polly studied him for a moment before nodding, her brow still furrowed in concern. "Fine. But we need to know the truth—every bit of it. This family has faced enough danger without more uncertainty." She looked at Viktoria, “Just answer this. Where you from?”

“I’m from here…” Victoria trailed off, “But…” She looked at Ada, Tommy and Arthur for help.

“She’s not from this time.”

Tommy's declaration hung in the air like a heavy fog, and for a moment, silence enveloped the room. Polly’s eyes widened slightly, disbelief flickering across her features.

“I’m sorry?” John asked in disbelief as Polly asked, "What do you mean 'not from this time'?"

"I mean," Tommy began, his voice steady but filled with a gravity that made Viktoria's heart race, "she came to us from another era. Something happened that brought her here.”

"It’s true," Viktoria finally said, "I’m from 2019. I lost my family… and then I found myself here."

The room fell into a stunned silence, the only sound being the soft ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. Polly's expression shifted from disbelief to something deeper--concern mingled with curiosity. She took a step back, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as if shielding herself from the implications.

"You’re saying you’re some sort of time traveler?" John asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "That’s madness."

"John, I’ve met her when she first showed up," Ada said, her tone a mix of urgency and protectiveness. "She was lost, scared… I didn’t know what to think at the time, but I believe her. She doesn’t belong here."

She nodded her head toward Tommy and Arthur, "She was dressed differently too, ask Tommy and Arthur."

"Dressed differently?" Polly echoed, her skepticism giving way to intrigue. "What do you mean?"

"Her clothes," Tommy explained. "They’re not from this era. And there’s this device she calls a 'phone'--it doesn’t work here, but it doesn’t look like anything we’ve seen.”

Polly’s sharp gaze flicked back to Viktoria, who felt the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on her. "So you’re telling me that you’re from the future? That you just… wished yourself back in time?"

Viktoria nodded, her pulse quickening. "I was in a cemetery, overwhelmed and desperate. I wished to be far away… and then I woke up here."

Polly took a deep breath, her demeanor shifting from suspicion to contemplation. She lighted up a cigarette and took a long drag. "It sounds ridiculous," she admitted slowly, "but so does everything about the life we lead." She glanced at Tommy and Arthur for confirmation. "If this is true, it could change everything we know."

Tommy stepped forward; his expression serious. "We need to figure out how to help her, Polly. Whatever this is, we can’t dismiss it outright. This isn’t just about her being lost in time; she could be in real danger if word gets out. People don't take kindly to those who don't belong."

Polly nodded slowly, her sharp mind clearly assessing the potential consequences of Viktoria's unusual situation. "If you’re telling the truth," she said, her voice steady but with an edge of caution, "then you’re not just some passerby. You’re a liability… or a potential asset."

Viktoria swallowed hard, aware of the weight of those words. "I don’t want to be a burden or anyone’s problem," she said quickly, desperation creeping into her voice. "I just want to find a way back home."

"And we’ll help you find that way," Tommy assured her, his tone firm yet reassuring.

“Until we’ll find out a way to… return you, you need to learn our ways,” Polly said, her tone softening ever so slightly. She took another drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke curl around her before exhaling slowly. “How we operate. You can’t afford to stumble around like a lost sheep."

Viktoria nodded, feeling the weight of Polly's words. "I understand. I'll do whatever it takes to fit in and not cause any trouble," she promised, her heart pounding at the thought of being a liability to this family that had taken her in.

"Good," Polly replied, her expression softening further as she studied Viktoria. "Because it’s not just about blending in; it’s about survival. The world outside these walls is harsh, and the Shelbys have made plenty of enemies."

"Enemies who wouldn’t think twice about exploiting a weakness," Tommy added, his voice low and serious. "Your presence here could attract unwanted attention, especially if anyone finds out you're different."

"I'll do my best to keep a low profile," Viktoria promised.

Polly nodded approvingly, taking another drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out in an ashtray. "That's the spirit. Ada, grabbed our coats."

"Where we going?" Ada asked, reaching for her coat.

Polly nodded to Viktoria’s green dress, "I know this dress is yours, which means she doesn’t have any clothes for this era." Ada handed Polly her coat. "We need to go shopping."

"Shopping?" Viktoria echoed, her mind racing. "But I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense," Polly said, her voice firm yet warm. Ada smiled, handing Viktoria one of her coats. "You need proper clothes if you're going to fit in here. We can’t have you wandering around looking like a lost soul. Everyone will start asking questions." Polly walked past everyone and out to the hall, "Let’s go!"

Ada smirked, "Come on, then!" She linked her arm with Viktoria’s and pulled her gently out of the room.

"Oh, okay," Viktoria said as she glanced at the three brothers who watched their sister dragging her out in amusement.

"Have fun!" Arthur called sarcastically.

Polly took the lead as they stepped outside, the cool morning air hitting Viktoria’s face like a splash of cold water. She felt a mixture of anxiety and relief as she walked beside Polly and Ada, the streets of Birmingham bustling with life.

As they navigated the busy streets, the scents of coal smoke mingled with fresh bread from nearby bakeries. The sound of horse-drawn carriages clattering over the cobblestones created a rhythm that felt strangely comforting amidst the chaos.

Viktoria did her best to take it all in, each new sight and sound a reminder of just how far removed she was from her own time. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. The Shelbys had opened a door to a world that had been lost to her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the longer she stayed, the riskier it became.

Polly steered them into a small clothing shop adorned with colorful fabrics displayed in the windows. The bell above the door jingled as they entered, and Viktoria was greeted by an array of dresses, blouses, and skirts that felt both foreign and inviting.

"Oi! Mrs. Hargreaves!" Polly called out to a bustling woman behind the counter who was sorting through a stack of fabric. The woman looked up, beaming at the sight of Polly and Ada.

"Polly dear! What a surprise! And who is this beautiful young lady?" Mrs. Hargreaves asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she surveyed Viktoria.

"This is Viktoria," Polly said, nudging Viktoria slightly forward. "She’s in need of some new clothes."

"New clothes?" Mrs. Hargreaves repeated, her hands on her hips as she studied Viktoria with a keen eye. "Well, you've come to the right place! We’ve got this season's finest, don't we?" She motioned towards a colorful array of dresses hanging from wooden racks.

"Let’s start with dresses," Mrs. Hargreaves suggested, pulling several pieces from the rack. "What’s your style, dear? Something bold, maybe? Or softer colors?"

“I’m not sure,” Viktoria replied honestly,

her heart racing as she glanced at the vibrant fabrics. "I guess… something that fits in, but still feels like me?"

Mrs. Hargreaves nodded, her face lighting up. "Of course! We’ll find something that suits you perfectly." She began to pull various garments from the racks, holding them up for Viktoria to inspect.

Polly and Ada exchanged a knowing look, and Viktoria couldn't help but feel a little lighter under their supportive gazes. The chaos of the past day began to fade into the background as she focused on the colors and styles presented before her.

"Why don’t you try this green one?" Ada suggested, holding up a simple yet elegant dress that matched the shade of her borrowed attire. "It’ll bring out your eyes."

Viktoria took the dress, running her fingers over the soft fabric. "I like it," she admitted, glancing at her reflection in a nearby mirror. "I think I’ll give it a go."

Viktoria stepped into the small changing room, her heart pounding in her chest. As she slipped off the borrowed dress and pulled on the green one, she felt a strange sense of hope beginning to swell within her. The fabric hugged her gently, and for a moment, it felt like she was stepping into a new identity—one that belonged in this time, with these people.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, taking in the way the dress fell just below her knees and how it complemented her figure. It was simpler than her usual style but somehow felt right. She opened the door slightly, peeking out at Polly and Ada, who were engaged in conversation with Mrs. Hargreaves.

"How does it look?" Viktoria called out hesitantly.

Both women turned, their expressions lighting up as they saw her. "Absolutely stunning!" Ada exclaimed, stepping closer for a better view. Polly nodded approvingly, a hint of satisfaction crossing her features.

"You’ve got good taste, dear. This color suits you well," Mrs. Hargreaves chimed in, her voice warm with encouragement. "It's perfect for a young woman like yourself."

Viktoria felt her cheeks warm at the compliments, a wave of gratitude washing over her. "Thank you," she said, stepping out fully to show off the dress. The fabric flowed around her as she turned slightly, the soft material swaying gently.

"Now just imagine this with the right accessories," Polly continued, already browsing through some necklaces hanging nearby. "A simple brooch or a pendant would elevate it further."

"Let's get you a few other options too!" Ada suggested, pulling another dress from the rack—a deep blue number that caught the light beautifully. "This one is more formal, but it could work for different occasions."

Viktoria was taken aback by their enthusiasm and kindness. As Ada handed her the blue dress, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her--a sense of belonging that she had longed for since her world had shattered. Perhaps, she thought, there was a chance to carve out a new path in this unfamiliar time, surrounded by the Shelby family.

After choosing a couple of dresses, Mrs. Hargreaves helped Viktoria select accessories—necklaces that glimmered in shades of gold and silver, delicate brooches with intricate designs, and a pair of soft leather shoes that felt like they had been made just for her. Each piece added to the semblance of a life she could inhabit here.

As they paid for the items, Polly leaned down to Viktoria. “You know,” she said softly, her tone suddenly serious again, “while you’re settling in, it’s important that you understand the family you're now part of. The Shelbys are known for their… unconventional ways.” She paused for emphasis. “And for sticking together no matter what.”

“I understand,” Viktoria replied, her heart racing slightly.

Polly nodded, satisfied with her response. “Good,” she said firmly. “You’ll need to remember that loyalty can be both a blessing and a curse around here.”

As they stepped back into the cool Birmingham air, the weight of Polly's words lingered in Viktoria’s mind. She glanced at Ada, who looked back with a supportive smile.

“You’ll figure this out,” Ada reassured her as they made their way down the bustling street. “Just take it one day at a time.”

Viktoria took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the city wash over her—the chatter of locals, the clatter of hooves against cobblestones, the distant laughter of children playing. For the first time since her arrival in 1919, she felt a flicker of excitement rather than fear.

“Now that you’re properly outfitted,” Polly announced, snapping Viktoria from her thoughts, "We should find you something to do.”

Viktoria raised an eyebrow. “Something to do?”

"Absolutely! You can’t just sit around waiting for a way back,” Polly replied, her tone brisk. “We need to find your strengths and see how you can contribute." She looked at the young woman, "Are you truly are writer?"

Viktoria's face fell a little and she shook her head, "No. Just writing on a diary of mine. When I was a child, I wanted to become a writer but that didn't work out."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ada said softly, linking their arms together. "Have you did anything else?"

"I was a bartender," Viktoria answered, her voice laced with a hint of embarrassment. "I worked at a small pub. It wasn’t glamorous, but I enjoyed it."

Polly's eyes brightened. "A bartender, you say? That could come in handy. We have our fair share of events and gatherings, and sometimes we need someone who can serve drinks and keep things in order. Would you be interested in that?"

Viktoria felt a spark of excitement at the prospect. "I think I could do that," she replied, her confidence growing as she realized that her skills might actually be useful here.

"Good," Polly said with a nod of approval. "We have a gathering at the house tonight--a few local businessmen and associates coming by for drinks and conversation. You'll get to see how we operate firsthand."

"A gathering?" Viktoria echoed, her heart racing. It would be an opportunity to observe the Shelbys in their element, to learn more of the world she had stumbled into. "I’d love to help out."

Polly smiled, a glimmer of approval in her eyes. "Excellent. Just remember—stay sharp and keep your wits about you. The people we associate with can be… unpredictable."

“What should I wear?” Viktoria asked, looking down at her newly acquired dresses.

“You’ll want to dress up a bit more for this,” Polly said. “And we can always tweak your new pieces to suit the occasion." Her voice softened as she added, “It’s important to make a good impression.”

As they made their way back to the house, Viktoria's mind raced with possibilities. She would have a chance not only to immerse herself in this era but also to contribute in a meaningful way. Perhaps this gathering would allow her to learn more about the Shelbys and the intricacies of their world.

When they arrived back at the house, Ada led Viktoria upstairs to help her prepare for the evening.

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Can I request a one shot between aged up Neteyam x fem!reader na'vi where they are best friends since childhood and Neteyam is jealous that the reader is talking to other young men, and they want her. She and Neteyam confessing to each other that they have feelings to one another.

Mine (Neteyam x Female Na'vi Reader)

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!reader Na'vi

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: An old request, sorry it took a while to get to it.

Warnings: Smut!

You and Neteyam have been best friends since you were little. Born only a few days apart, your parents always been around each other, so you and Neteyam were always around each other as well.

As you both grew up, you two became best friends, hardly separating from each other. Where ever one goes, the other follows.

Neteyam's parents had always treated you like their own, and his siblings had always considered you as their sister. You were part of Neteyam's family, and he was part of yours.

And as the two of you grew to the age of 16, both your mother and Neytiri started to see signs of a shift in their kids' relationship. Long looks, light touches, the female blushing on small compliments from the male.

Those were different feelings now.

Not that they would complain, both your parents and Neteyam's had hoped for one day when a mate to be picked for both of you, it will be the two of you together and not apart.

Time went on, and as it did, Neteyam grew annoyed when the young males in the village would start to notice your beauty and warrior skill. You weren't the only one who changed, he did as well, he grew more handsome and the females in the village didn't hesitated to show their want for the future Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya Clan.

But Neteyam had eyes only for you.

And you had eyes only for him.

Yet both of you kept your feelings for each other deep inside.

Until you both reached to age 19.

Neteyam watched from afar as you laughed with a group of young Na'vi hunters, his jaw clenching involuntarily. Though you had been best friends since childhood, lately he found himself consumed by unfamiliar feelings of jealousy whenever other men were near you.

As the hunters departed, you noticed Neteyam and bounded over, your eyes bright. "There you are! I was looking for you earlier."

Were you?" he asked, unable to keep a hint of bitterness from his voice. "You seemed occupied."

You tilted your head, studying him. "Neteyam, what's wrong? You've been acting strangely lately."

He sighed, "Nothing."

You frowned, unconvinced. "I know you better than that. Something's bothering you."

Neteyam hesitated, his golden eyes searching your face. You thought maybe it will be better you two to talk in a more private area, "Let's go somewhere more private," you suggested softly, taking Neteyam's hand. He nodded, allowing you to lead him into the dense forest surrounding the village.

As you walked in silence, you could feel the tension radiating from Neteyam. Your heart raced, wondering what could be troubling your closest friend so deeply. Finally, you reached a secluded clearing bathed in bioluminescent light.

Turning to face him, you spoke gently, "Please, Neteyam. Tell me what's on your mind."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you shiver. "I can't stand seeing you with other men," he confessed, his voice low and husky. "The way they look at you, the way you smile at them… it drives me crazy."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Neteyam, are you… jealous?" you asked softly, hardly daring to hope.

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I know I shouldn't be. You're my best friend, and I should be happy for you. But I can't help it. The thought of you with someone else…" He trailed off, clenching his fists.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stepped closer to him. "Neteyam, look at me," you whispered. When his golden eyes met yours again, you saw vulnerability there that took your breath away. "You have nothing to be jealous of. Those other men mean nothing to me."

"They don't?" he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

You shook your head, gathering your courage. "No. Because… because my heart already belongs to someone else."

Neteyam's breath caught in his throat. "Who?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hands. "You, Neteyam. It's always been you."

His eyes widened in disbelief, then softened with emotion. "Y/N," he breathed, pulling you closer. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship."

"I was afraid too," you admitted, your fingers tracing the luminescent patterns on his skin. "But I can't hide my feelings anymore. I love you, Neteyam."

"I love you too," he murmured, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours. "More than I ever thought possible."

Your eyes fluttered closed as Neteyam's lips finally met yours in a tender kiss.

The kiss deepened as years of unspoken longing poured out between you. Neteyam's strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky texture.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Neteyam gazed at you with such adoration it made your heart soar. "I never want to let you go," he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

"Then don't," you whispered back, tilting your head to give him better access.

His lips trailed along your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "Y/N," he breathed against your skin, "I want to bond with you… to make you mine in every way."

You pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, seeing the desire burning there. "I want that too," you admitted.

Your heart raced as Neteyam's hands roamed your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. You pulled him closer, savoring the feeling of his strong form pressed against yours. His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away from his lips, and without breaking eye contact, you reached for his queue, gently bringing it forward. Neteyam's breath hitched as he understood your intention.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, a smile playing at your lips. "I've never been more certain of anything."

With reverent care, Neteyam took your queue in his hands. The tendrils began to glow and intertwine as you brought them together. As the neural connection formed, you gasped at the intensity of sensations and emotions flowing between you. It was like nothing you had ever experienced--every touch amplified, every feeling shared.

Neteyam pulled you close, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. You melted into Neteyam's embrace as waves of pleasure and emotion washed over you through your neural connection. His hands roamed your body with newfound urgency, igniting sparks of desire everywhere they touched. You gasped as he lowered you gently onto the soft forest floor, his body covering yours.

"You're so beautiful," Neteyam murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him. His fingers traced the luminescent patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You pulled him down for another searing kiss, reveling in the feeling of his solid form pressed against you. Through your bond, you could feel his love and desire mingling with your own, creating an intoxicating blend of sensation.

Slowly, reverently, you began to explore each other's bodies. Every caress, every kiss was amplified tenfold through your neural connection. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his hands moved with both tenderness and urgency as they traced your curves, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each touch.

"Neteyam," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traveled down your neck. The sensation sent tremors through your body, and you instinctively arched into him, encouraging his exploration.

He paused for a moment, looking up to meet your gaze. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his golden eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face. "I want you--only you."

With a look of pure determination, he captured your lips once more, deepening the kiss as if to claim you entirely. His hands found their way to the hem of your garment, gently lifting it away to reveal your skin to the cool night air. Every caress was like a spark igniting a flame, and you shivered at the sensation, feeling both vulnerable and utterly cherished.

Neteyam's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your form, the bioluminescent hues dancing across your skin. He traced the soft curves of your waist, marveling at how perfect you felt beneath his hands. With each touch, he communicated his reverence for you, the depth of his feelings whispering through every caress.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured again, his voice low and filled with awe. The intensity of his gaze made your cheeks flush as you smiled back at him, your heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of the forest around you.

As if sensing your eagerness, Neteyam leaned down to press his lips to yours once more, kissing you deeply as he shifted between your legs. You reveled in the sensation of him nestled against you, the warmth radiating from his body mingling perfectly with the cool night air. You could feel the electricity crackling between you, a potent mix of longing and adoration.

As the kiss deepened, he shifted his body closer, his warmth enveloping you completely. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin, every movement igniting a fire within you that demanded more. You wanted to explore every inch of him, to understand how someone could evoke such intense feelings.

Neteyam pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, both of you intoxicated by the moment. "Are you ready?" he asked, vulnerability lacing his tone as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

You nodded fervently, your heart racing. "I am. I want this. I want us."

With that silent agreement hanging in the air, Neteyam's lips found yours again, but this time there was an urgency that sent ripples of anticipation throughout your body. He trailed kisses down your jawline and across your collarbone, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that surged through you. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as he explored the delicate curves of your body with a reverence that made you feel cherished.

Neteyam's kisses trailed lower, and you gasped as his warm breath fanned across your skin. His fingers danced along your sides, leaving a trail of fire that made your heart race. You felt alive in a way you had never experienced before, every nerve ending heightening with anticipation. The forest around you fell silent, as if nature itself was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mixture of love and fierce desire. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "I want to make this moment last forever."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you nodded earnestly, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging wash over you. He leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss deepened, transforming into a tender promise wrapped in passion. With every gentle caress and heated breath, you could feel the connection between you solidify into something sacred.

As his kisses traveled lower, tracing the curves of your body, heat surged through you in waves. You gasped at the sensations flooding your senses--each brush of his lips felt like magic, igniting a trail of yearning that pulsed beneath your skin.

"Y/N," he murmured against your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "You’re everything I have ever wanted." His words held sincere weight, each syllable imbued with love and desire.

You felt a rush of warmth at his admission, and the vulnerability in his voice made your heart race. "And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted too, Neteyam," you breathed, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers lingered against your skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps.His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke again, "You know we’re not just two souls in this moment. We’re bound by our families, our duties…"

You nodded, feeling the weight of those responsibilities pressing down but somehow lighter in the warmth of his presence. "I know," you replied, your voice steady, "But right now, all I can think about is us."

Neteyam’s expression softened, and he leaned closer, so close that you could feel the cool air between you warm with a newfound intimacy. "Then let’s not waste this moment. Let’s make it ours."

With that, he kissed you again, his lips molding perfectly against yours, a fusion of need and tenderness that took your breath away. Every kiss was a promise, a declaration of the love that had flourished between you for so long but had just now bloomed into something tangible.

As he kissed you deeper, you could feel the world around you dissolve further—leaves rustled in the breeze, bioluminescent flowers pulsed gently with an ethereal glow, and the distant sounds of the forest transformed into a melodic backdrop for your moment. Everything felt alive, vibrant with the energy of your connection.

Neteyam’s hands trailed down your sides as he pressed his body closer, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth. You gasped softly as his fingers brushed over your skin, igniting sparks that traveled through you like lightning. His touch was both gentle and electrifying, as if he was crafting a masterful painting on the canvas of your body.

"Y/N," he breathed, looking down at you with eyes full of love and desire.

He captured your lips in another searing kiss, deepening the connection between you two. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you in this sacred space beneath the stars. As the kiss lingered, his hands found their way back to your waist, his fingers splaying possessively on your hips—a declaration that you were his and he was yours.

Time seemed to stand still as he trailed hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, every sensation sending waves of warmth radiating through you. You couldn't help but arch into him, inviting him closer as his lips traveled lower, igniting a fire within you that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, pulling you closer as you something touch you below, a warmth that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. It was as if every nerve in your body was awakening to the sensations he was creating, each caress igniting a deeper yearning within you.

"Neteyam," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. The world around you faded even further as he became your sole focus.

His breath caught at the sound of your voice, and he paused, looking up to meet your gaze. The intensity in his golden eyes reflected a swirling mix of emotions--passion, tenderness, and an unspoken question that hung heavy in the air between you.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice husky, filled with concern and longing. The weight of the moment pressed down on both of you, a delicate balance between desire and vulnerability.

You nodded slowly, feeling embers of courage ignite within your heart. "Yes," you breathed, the word coming out as a soft affirmation. "I want this… with you."

A flicker of relief washed over his face, and in that moment, all doubt dissipated like mist under the rising sun. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours once more--a teasing caress that set your pulse racing. Then, those lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your neck, igniting a fire that left you gasping for air.

You felt him starting to push into you below, and a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness surged through your veins.

With gentle care, he began to push deeper into you, the sensations overwhelming yet exhilarating. You surrendered to him completely, your body arching to meet his every movement. The world around you faded away--leaves whispered above as the stars twinkled like ancient spirits bearing witness to your union. Every rustle of the wind seemed to resonate with your heartbeats, a symphony composed just for the two of you.

Neteyam's touch was both tender and fervent, as if he were exploring uncharted territory with reverence and awe. He paused for a moment, his golden eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. In that brief silence, you felt the weight of the moment--a sacred bond forming in the stillness between breaths.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and filled with warmth and concern.

You nodded, your heart pounding in response to the sincerity in his gaze, "Yes," you breathed out.

With that affirmation, he pressed forward once more, moving with a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you let out a moan. Each connection felt electric, igniting a fire within that consumed all thoughts of the outside world. It was as if time itself had bent to your will, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. You could feel the energy between you intensifying, weaving a tapestry of love that intertwined every heartbeat.

Every movement he made was careful yet passionate, each thrust drawing you closer to a blissful edge. The way his body moved against yours sent shivers of pleasure radiating from where you connected. With every rhythmic push and pull, your breaths mingled in soft gasps and sighs that echoed through the night, punctuating the intimate silence of the forest around you.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice laced with desire and reverence. “You feel so perfect.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting flames of passion deep within your core.

The sensations built within you--each moment was a crescendo of bliss, and you felt yourself surrendering completely to the connection between your hearts and bodies. In those fleeting seconds, there was no world beyond this clearing, no responsibilities or expectations, just you and Neteyam, entwined in a dance of intimacy that felt like it had been destined for lifetimes. Each sigh, each moan exchanged was a testament to the bond you shared--a connection that transcended mere friendship and blossomed into something deeper, more profound.

As he moved with you in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your bodies aligned like the heartbeat of Pandora itself, synchronizing with the gentle sway of the trees overhead. The forest pulsed around you, a living entity that celebrated your union, highlighting the beauty of the moment with bioluminescent flowers illuminating the night.

"Together," Neteyam murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Always together." It was as if he was pouring his soul into each word, sealing promises that lingered in the air between your heated breaths.

"Always," you echoed back breathlessly, your heart soaring at the sincerity radiating from him.

As Neteyam's rhythm quickened, each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the tension building within, a delicious pressure that urged you toward the precipice of ecstasy. The connection between you deepened with every shared breath, igniting a fire that burned brightly within the core of your being.

"Just like this," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, his golden eyes filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "That's it."

You moaned, the sound reverberating through the clearing, echoing the raw intensity of your shared moment. Neteyam's gaze locked onto yours, fueling the fire that burned brightly between you as his movements grew more urgent, a dance choreographed by years of unspoken desire.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you felt yourself spiraling into a blissful abyss, every nerve ending igniting with each pulse of his body against yours. Time ceased to matter as your world narrowed down to this moment, the two of you intertwined beneath the soft glow of the bioluminescent flora. Your heart raced in tandem with his movements, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Y/N," he gasped, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss was desperate and fervent, a mingling of your breaths that felt like the very essence of life itself. You could feel him drawing from your shared energy, both of you wholly consumed by the intensity of your connection.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper as a wave of pleasure washed over you. It was as though Pandora herself was rejoicing in your union, the sounds of the forest--chirps and rustles--creating an ethereal symphony that played just for you, amplifying the sensations that coursed through your bodies.

The world around you dissolving into a mosaic of colors and sensations as waves of ecstasy crashed over you like a tidal wave. You felt every fiber of your being pulse with the intensity of the moment, a symphony of shared breath and whispered names echoing in the stillness of the forest.

Neteyam's golden eyes shone with a fierceness that mirrored the love swelling within you. His hands tightened around your waist, anchoring you to him as he poured every ounce of his soul into that singular moment. It felt as though time itself had stopped, allowing space for this union to take root in both your hearts—an undeniable connection that transcended words.

"Y/N," he murmured after the waves receded, his voice husky and laden with emotion. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, as if grounding himself in reality after the euphoria. "That was… everything."

You smiled softly, still catching your breath. "It was."

The forest glowed softly around you, the bioluminescent flora twinkling as if celebrating your union. You could feel the weight of the moment settling in, wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. Neteyam's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, grounding you in the aftermath of such intimate bliss.

"You mean everything to me," he said, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and tenderness. "I never want to let this go."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in, resting your forehead against his. "You won’t have to. We’re bound now--by our hearts, by our families… by everything we’ve shared."

He smiled, a slow, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. "I want to take care of you, Y/N. Always."

You looked back into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise wash over you like a comforting tide. "And I will stand by your side, through everything. You're my heart, Neteyam."

He nodded, a sense of understanding passing between you that needed no words. He caressed your cheek, leaning over to kiss you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter once more. The kiss was a gentle reminder of the bond you had forged, a promise sealed with the warmth of his lips against yours.

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Fallen Angel: Chapter 2 - The Shelby

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Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

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Viktoria's heart raced as she faced the Shelby brothers. She'd read about them, seen their faces in old photographs, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of their presence. Thomas Shelby's piercing blue eyes seemed to cut right through her, while Arthur's barely contained energy made her want to take a step back.

"I can explain," Viktoria started.

Thomas held up a hand, silencing her. "Ada," he said, his gaze never leaving Viktoria, "a word. Now."

Ada hesitated, glancing back at Viktoria with a reassuring smile before following her brothers into the hallway. Their hushed voices carried faintly into the room, and Viktoria strained to hear.

"...can't just bring strangers here, Ada..."

"...needs our help, Tom..."

"...could be a spy..."

Viktoria's heart raced as she tried to make out more of the conversation. She knew her situation was precarious--a stranger from the future, suddenly appearing in the midst of one of history's most notorious criminal families. She had to be careful.

The voices in the hallway grew louder, more heated. Suddenly, Thomas Shelby strode back into the room, his icy gaze fixed on Viktoria.

"Right then," he said, his voice low and controlled. "Let's hear it. Who are you really, and what are you doing here?"

Viktoria took a deep breath, weighing her options. The truth seemed impossible, but lying to Thomas Shelby seemed even more dangerous.

"My name is Viktoria Wilson," she began, her voice steadier than she felt. "And I… I'm from the future. The year 2019, to be exact."

Arthur barked out a laugh, but Thomas's expression remained unchanged, his piercing blue eyes studying Viktoria intently.

"The future," Thomas repeated, his voice flat. "And how, pray tell, did you manage that?"

Viktoria swallowed hard. "I don't know. I was in a cemetery in 2019, and I… I don't know, I sort of made a wish. To be far away. And then suddenly, I was here."

Arthur scoffed. "Tommy, you can't possibly believe this nonsense."

But Thomas held up a hand, silencing his brother. He took a step closer to Viktoria, his gaze never wavering. "Prove it," he said simply.

Viktoria's mind raced. How could she possibly prove she was from the future without changing history? She reached into her pocket, pulling out her smartphone. "This is a phone," she said.

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he examined the sleek device in Viktoria's hand. "That's no phone I've ever seen," he said, his voice laced with skepticism.

Viktoria pressed the power button, but the screen remained dark. "It's not working now, but in my time, these are everywhere. They're like… portable telephones and computers combined."

Arthur snorted. "Computers? What the bloody hell is that?"

Ada stepped forward. "Tommy, she's telling the truth."

Thomas took the phone from Viktoria's hand, turning it over in his own. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "If this is true," he said slowly, "then you know things. About the future. About what's to come."

Viktoria hesitated, acutely aware of the dangerous territory she was entering. "I… I do know some things," she admitted cautiously. "But I don't think I should tell you. It could change history."

Thomas's eyes narrowed. "Change history? Or change the future?"

"Both," Viktoria said firmly. "The things you do… they shape the world I come from. If I tell you what happens, you might make different choices. And then the future I know might never exist."

Arthur laughed incredulously. "Tommy, you can't be taking this seriously. She's clearly off her rocker."

But Thomas held up a hand, silencing his brother. He studied Viktoria intently, his piercing blue eyes seeming to look right through her. "You know who we are," he said. It wasn't a question.

Viktoria nodded slowly. "I do. The Shelby family. You're… you're famous in my time. Infamous, really."

Thomas's eyebrows raised slightly at that. "Infamous, eh? And what exactly are we infamous for?"

Viktoria hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "For being… clever businessmen. And for your influence in Birmingham and beyond."

A ghost of a smile played at Thomas's lips. "Clever businessmen. That's one way of putting it." He turned to Ada. "And you believe her story?"

Ada nodded firmly. "I do, Tommy. You should have seen her when we found her. She was completely lost, terrified. And look at her clothes, that strange device. She's not from here, that's for certain."

Thomas was silent for a long moment, his calculating gaze never leaving Viktoria's face. Finally, he nodded slowly.

"Alright," he said. "Let's say, for argument's sake, that I believe you. That you're truly from the future. What do you intend to do now?"

Viktoria felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed quickly by a surge of uncertainty. "I… I don't know," she admitted. "I need to find a way back to my own time, but I have no idea how to do that."

Thomas considered this, his brow furrowed in thought. "And in the meantime? You can't exactly wander around Birmingham dressed like that. People will ask questions."

"She can stay here," Ada interjected quickly. "I'll find her some proper clothes, help her blend in."

Arthur scoffed. "And what are we gonna tell Polly, John and Finn?"

Thomas shot Arthur a sharp look. "We'll tell them the truth. Or at least, enough of it."

Thomas turned back to Viktoria, his expression unreadable. "You'll stay with us, for now. But understand this--you're under our protection, which means you follow our rules. No wandering off, no talking to outsiders about who you are or where you're from. And most importantly, no meddling in our affairs."

Viktoria nodded quickly, relief flooding through her. "Of course. Thank you, Mr. Shelby."

"Tommy," he corrected, a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you're to be staying with us, you might as well use our names."

"Right. Tommy," Viktoria repeated, the name feeling strange on her tongue.

Ada stepped forward, linking her arm with Viktoria's. "Come on, let's find you something more suitable to wear. Can't have you walking around looking like you've stepped out of a moving picture."

Ada led Viktoria upstairs to her room, chattering excitedly about finding her some proper clothes. As they climbed the stairs, Viktoria could hear Thomas and Arthur's muffled voices from below, clearly still discussing her unexpected arrival.

Once in Ada's room, the other woman began rifling through her wardrobe. "You're about my size, I think," she mused, pulling out a deep green dress. "This should do nicely. And we'll need to do something about your hair…"

As Ada fussed over her, Viktoria's mind raced. She was grateful for the Shelbys' protection, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just stepped into the lion's den. These weren't the romanticized characters from the stories and shows she knew--they were real, dangerous people.

"Ada," Viktoria said hesitantly, "I appreciate your help, but… are you sure it's safe for me to stay here? Your brothers, they seem…"

Ada paused in her rummaging, turning to face Viktoria with a knowing smile. "Dangerous?" she finished. "They are. Make no mistake about that. But they're also fiercely loyal to family and those under their protection. And right now, that includes you."

Viktoria nodded, not entirely reassured. "It's just… I've read about them. About the things they've done."

Ada's expression softened. "The stories don't tell everything, you know. My brothers… they've done what they had to do to survive, to thrive in a world that would have crushed them otherwise." She paused, her eyes distant. "But they're not monsters, Viktoria. They're men, with all the complexities that entails."

Viktoria nodded slowly, processing Ada's words. She knew she'd have to be careful, to walk a fine line between gaining the Shelbys' trust and avoiding getting too entangled in their dangerous world.

As Ada helped her into the green dress, cinching the waist tightly, Viktoria's mind wandered to the problem of how to get back to her own time. She had no idea how she'd ended up here, let alone how to reverse it. And the longer she stayed, the more risk there was of her presence altering history in ways she couldn't predict.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Ada," came Tommy's voice, "a word."

Ada shot Viktoria an apologetic look before slipping out into the hallway. Viktoria strained to hear their hushed conversation, catching only snippets.

"… keep an eye on her…"

"…not a prisoner, Tommy…"

"…just being cautious…"

The door opened, and Ada re-entered, her expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. "Tommy wants to speak with you," she said to Viktoria. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you."

Viktoria's heart raced as she followed Ada downstairs. Tommy was waiting in the parlor, a glass of whiskey in hand. His piercing blue eyes swept over Viktoria's new attire.

"Better," he said simply. "Now, sit down. We need to talk."

Viktoria perched nervously on the edge of a chair, Ada taking a seat beside her. Tommy remained standing, his gaze intense.

"I've been thinking about your… situation," he began. "And I have some questions. First, what exactly do you know about us? About our business, our plans?"

Viktoria hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I know you're involved in… various enterprises. Betting, protection, politics. But the details, the specifics--those aren't clear. History remembers the broad strokes, not necessarily the day-to-day."

Tommy nodded slowly, seeming to consider this. "And what of the future? What becomes of us, of Birmingham?"

Viktoria felt a chill run down her spine. This was dangerous territory. "Mr. Shelby--Tommy--I can't tell you that. Even if I wanted to, it could change everything. The future I know might never come to pass."

Tommy's eyes narrowed. "Or perhaps it ensures that it does." He took a step closer, his voice low and intense. "You say we're infamous in your time. That means we succeed, doesn't it?"

Viktoria swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Tommy's gaze. "Success is… relative," she said carefully. "And the future isn't set in stone. Anything I tell you could change the course of events."

Tommy studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, unexpectedly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Clever girl," he murmured. "You're right to be cautious. But make no mistake - I will find out what you know, one way or another."

Ada shot her brother a warning look. "Tommy, don't threaten her. She's under our protection, remember?"

Tommy held up a hand, placating. "Not a threat, Ada. Just a fact." He turned back to Viktoria. "Now, tell me--how do you intend to get back to your own time?"

Viktoria felt her throat tighten. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't exactly plan this trip. One moment I was in my time, the next I was here. I have no idea how to reverse it."

Tommy's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her face for any sign of deception. Finding none, he took a long sip of his whiskey before speaking again. "So you're stuck here, then. Indefinitely."

It wasn't a question, but Viktoria nodded anyway, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. "Yes, I suppose I am."

Ada leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on Viktoria's arm. "We'll figure something out," she said softly. "In the meantime, you'll stay with us. Right, Tommy?"

Tommy remained silent for a moment, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. Finally, he gave a curt nod. "For now. Until she can find her way back."

The front door was heard opening and closing. Arthur stepped into the room, "They’re back."

Tommy looked at Victoria. "Time to meet the siblings and our aunt."

Viktoria's heart raced as she heard multiple footsteps approaching. She smoothed down her borrowed dress, suddenly acutely aware of how out of place she must look, despite Ada's efforts to help her blend in.

The door swung open, and three figures entered the room. A tall, wiry man with a mischievous glint in his eye, a little boy who couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, and an older woman with sharp features and an air of authority that seemed to command the room.

"Well, well," the woman said, her keen eyes immediately zeroing in on Viktoria. "What do we have here?"

Tommy stepped forward. "Pol, John, Finn--this is Viktoria. She'll be staying with us for a while."

The woman--Polly, Viktoria assumed - raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And why, pray tell, are we taking in strays?"

Tommy shot Polly a warning look. "She's not a stray, Pol. She's… a friend of Ada's. From out of town."

Polly's eyes narrowed, clearly not buying the explanation. "A friend of Ada's? And how exactly did you two meet?"

Ada jumped in quickly, "We met through a mutual acquaintance. Viktoria's new to Birmingham and needed a place to stay while she gets on her feet."

John, the wiry man, grinned and stepped forward, extending his hand to Viktoria. "Well, welcome to the family then. A beautiful friend of Ada is a friend of ours. I'm John. This little rascal here is Finn," he said, ruffling the young boy's hair.

Viktoria shook John's hand, trying to keep her nerves from showing. "Nice to meet you both," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

Polly, however, was not so easily swayed. She circled Viktoria slowly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. "And what exactly do you do, Viktoria? What brings you to Birmingham?"

Viktoria's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible story. "I'm… a writer," she said, the lie coming to her suddenly. "I'm researching for a novel about life in industrial cities."

Polly's eyebrows raised slightly. "A writer? How interesting. And what kind of novels do you write?"

"Historical fiction," Viktoria replied, thinking quickly. "I try to capture the essence of different time periods, the way people lived and worked."

Tommy interjected smoothly, "Which is why she's staying with us. We're giving her an inside look at life in Small Heath."

Polly's eyes narrowed, darting between Tommy and Viktoria. "An inside look, eh? And how much of an 'inside look' are we giving her, exactly?"

"Only what's necessary, Pol," Tommy said firmly. "Nothing that compromises the family or the business."

Polly pursed her lips, clearly not entirely convinced. "Well then, 'writer,' I hope you find our humble abode…inspirational." Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

Viktoria swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "I'm sure I will. Thank you for your hospitality."

John clapped his hands together. "Right then! Now that introductions are out of the way, how about a drink to welcome our new guest?"

Tommy nodded. "Good idea, John. Viktoria, what's your poison?"

"Oh, um… whiskey, I suppose," Viktoria replied, trying to remember what people typically drank in this era.

Tommy's eyebrows raised slightly, but he nodded approvingly. "A woman after my own heart," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He poured her a glass and handed it over.

Viktoria took a small sip, trying not to grimace at the burn. She wasn't much of a whiskey drinker in her own time, but she knew she had to play the part.

As the family settled in, conversation flowed more freely. John regaled them with a story about a bar fight he'd gotten into the night before, while Finn listened with wide-eyed admiration. Ada chatted with Viktoria, asking her questions about her "writing" and her life before coming to Birmingham.

Polly, however, remained watchful, her sharp eyes never straying far from Viktoria. As the evening wore on, Viktoria could feel the weight of Polly's scrutiny, and she knew she'd have to be extra careful around the family matriarch.

As the clock struck ten, Tommy stood up. "Right, it's getting late. Ada, why don't you show Viktoria to the spare room?"

Ada nodded, rising to her feet. "Of course. Come on, Viktoria, I'll get you settled."

As Viktoria followed Ada out of the room, she could feel Polly's eyes boring into her back. She knew she hadn't fooled the older woman, not completely. But for now, at least, she had a place to stay.

Ada led her up the narrow stairs to a small but tidy room. "It's not much," Ada said apologetically, "but it should do for now."

Viktoria smiled gratefully. "It's perfect, thank you."As Ada turned to leave, Viktoria called out softly, "Ada? Thank you. For everything."

Ada paused in the doorway, her expression softening. "You're welcome. Try to get some rest. Tomorrow's likely to be… interesting."

With that, Ada closed the door, leaving Viktoria alone with her thoughts. She sank onto the narrow bed, her mind reeling from the events of the day. Just this morning, she had been in her own time, living her normal life. Now, she was trapped nearly a century in the past, surrounded by one of the most notorious criminal families in history.

Viktoria's hand drifted to her jacket resting on the bed. She diged into the pocket, where her useless smartphone sat. She pulled it out, staring at the dark screen. It was her only tangible connection to her own time, and now it was nothing more than a useless hunk of metal and glass. She sighed, tucking it back into her pocket. She couldn't risk anyone else seeing it.

As she lay back on the bed, Viktoria's mind raced with questions. How had she ended up here? More importantly, how was she going to get back? And what would happen if she couldn't?

The sound of muffled voices drifted up from downstairs. Viktoria strained to hear, catching snippets of conversation.

"…can't trust her, Tommy…"

"…know what you're doing…"

"…dangerous game…"

Viktoria's stomach churned. She knew she was walking a dangerous line. The Shelbys had taken her in, but their trust was fragile. One wrong move, one slip-up, and she could find herself in serious trouble.

She tossed and turned for hours, her mind unable to quiet. When she finally drifted off, her dreams were a chaotic mix of past and present--smartphones and horse-drawn carriages, skyscrapers and smoky factories.

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