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umathurwin · 2 days ago

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maybe we could share my mood

rafe cameron x f!reader; nsfw 18+

Summary: Rafe is gonna have a hard time wedging his way into the world of art dealing when his girlfriend is such a horny brat at the worst times. Maybe he'll have to teach her a lesson...

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Your hands flew to your elbows the second you heard the air conditioning in the gallery turn on again. Seriously? It had to be below 65 degrees at this point. The minidress you found in your closet was a great idea outside, but the second you realized that this place was apparently a large refrigerator for the artwork displayed, the regret kicked in.

The worst part was Rafe had definitely told you to take a coat before you left. “Take that fake fur Sarah got you last Christmas. It would look great with that dress,” he’d insisted, clearly having been to this gallery before. But you didn’t listen, instead waving him off, grabbing your small purse and heading out.

So when he noticed you shivering and clutching yourself, his eyebrow shot up. “Not giving you my jacket,” he denied before you even opened your mouth, already seeing the request written on your face.

You played through the argument in your head—you would whine, and he would stand his ground with a stern face because no matter how much he loved you and would do anything for you, he wouldn’t lose an argument like this. There was no use in starting with him, so you just inhaled through your nose slowly. “Then how much longer are we gonna be here?”

His mouth tightened. “We just got here. It’s really important to my dad that we come here and make a good impression since he wants to get into the art business.”

“I’ve literally never heard him say a good thing about the art world.”

“It’s to help launder the gold money,” he muttered, glancing around.

You sulked, shifting your weight around on your feet and lulling your head to the side. “Like our cocaine intake isn’t doing a good enough job of that already,” you mumbled.

Rafe lifted an eyebrow, but a little smile peeked through his serious expression. “You try explaining that to Ward.”

The air conditioning unit finally shut off again, leaving only the sound of the chatters echoing around the marble floors. You lifted your shoulders. “Whatever, let’s get this over with.”

His face twisted in confusion at your attitude but he didn’t say anything, mainly because you two were joined by a man you recognized as the curator who greeted you upon arrival. He’d been considerably polite when Rafe introduced you, considering you were not adequately dressed for the weather inside.

“Stanley, hello again,” Rafe smiled, nodded and wrapping his arm around your waist. “You mentioned something earlier that my father had interest in. Do you mind showing us?”

“Not at all! This way,” the curator gestured to another room in the gallery. “It is an authentic DiPont, donated to us by the Arnault family,” Stanley explained, leading the two to a work on the wall.

“Do you mean DuPont?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I do not.”

And yeah, he didn’t. The work on the wall was not from British artist Gainsborough Dupont, but some entirely different person likely using his name’s likeness to the more famous painter in his favor. “What do you think?” he asked, very pointed towards you.

Frankly… it was hideous. The painting was massive and abstract and filled with clashing colors like burnt orange and fuchsia and periwinkle. The lines were disruptive, and the ornate gold trim around the mess wasn’t well-matched to itself. It was too large to reasonably display anywhere in a home even if some color blind person found interest in the mess. Your mouth dropped open to find something nice to say about the work, but you blanked. You had to lie.

“It’s beautiful,” you mustered up, waving your hand around as the men stared at you, but nothing more came to mind.

The curator was unfortunately more clever than you planned for. He detected your insincerity, nodded curtly, and stepped away from the two of you.

Apologies spilled out of your mouth but Rafe was already turning and pulling you to a corner, your sandals nearly scuffing the floor trying to keep up with him.

“What is wrong with you?” he spat, tightening his hands into fists once appropriately in the corner away from the others.

“Babe, that painting was disgusting,” you defended, tilting your head to one side. “I’m sorry! I tried to be nice!”

“Well, you have to try better than that,” he scolded, folding his arms across his chest.

Wow, he was attractive. His biceps were getting bigger, you noticed, ever since he’d started working out more with Topper. Even now, they dared to split the seams of his nice dress coat’s sleeves. His reprimanding look made you feel so small, and the twitching of his jaw certainly didn’t help. Fuck, why was your boyfriend so damn hot at the worst times? Thoughts of him pulling at your hair when you misbehaved in the past popped into your brain, and you had to cross one leg over the other to help calm down. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice how hot and bothered you were getting just from this slightly chastising gaze.

Rafe definitely noticed. “S’wrong with you?” he asked, scanning up and down your body. “Are you…?” The pieces assembled themselves in Rafe’s brain and his entire demeanor shifted. “Oh, you’re just a little slut, huh?” his voice was low, but the smirk tugging at his lips showed he was nothing if not proud of himself. “I fucked you this morning. That wasn’t enough?”

Your cheeks burned bright, but you didn’t wanna lose like this, not in public. “Apparently not, hmm?” you bit, rolling your eyes—something that annoyed the hell out of him.

He straightened his body, scanning around presumably to see if anyone was watching them. Once the coast was clear, he clutched your elbow again and whisked you to the back. Two identical, gender-neutral lavatories sat nestled in an alcove facing each other, and Rafe shoved one of the doors open like it were weightless, pulling you both inside.

In terms of quality, there was no transition between the gallery and the restroom—it was just as gleaming and polished as the rest of the building. The chatter of the art-goers was completely silenced when the heavy door latched itself back in the hinge. You swallowed.

He let go of your elbow only to spin you around and bend you over the sink, keeping you there by the back of your neck. Your hands shot out to the counter to steady yourself as Rafe turned the tap on. There wasn’t time to be confused before he tugged the back of your dress up to expose your ass and ran his hand under the stream.

The painful collision of his wet, ring-clad hand and your flesh was terribly amplified by the water. The smack seemed even louder than normal echoing off the smooth marble lining the entire room. Air sucked into your lungs roughly and you fell to your elbows. Rafe didn’t rewet his hand, but hit the other side of your ass just a bit harder to elicit terrible swears from you.

“Watch your mouth, doll,” he warned, voice calmer than his actions would let on. After one more smack, he inhaled sharply. “Now, are you just acting out because you wanna cum?” His condescending tone told you he already knew the answer, and also that he wouldn’t continue until you confirmed it.

You nodded desperately, relishing in the way his fingers flexed around the back of your neck. “Yes, please, fuck. Please do something.”

He shook his head. “So pathetic. I make you feel good every day, I give you the best drugs, I buy you nice clothes, and you still want more. You still act like a brat when you need to fucking behave,” he seethed, giving one more slap on your ass before turning your body around. “It’s a good thing I love you, huh?” His eyes trailed down slowly. “Good thing I have so much to give, doll.”

You whimpered, now face-to face with him. You looked down to where he was unbuttoning his pants. “I’ll make you cum, sweetheart, but I go first. Since you were acting like that out there.”

Your head was bobbing while you dropped down to your knees, face to face with his boxers peaking from behind the zipper. You didn’t even bother with unzipping his pants, just tugging them down his hips enough to let his cock escape.

Now wasn’t the time to be messy. Your preferred method was sloppy, eyes watering your makeup across your face and drool dripping off your chin as you forced his member down your throat. Giving head was both you and Rafe’s favorite thing to do solely because of their partner’s fervor in the act.

But you couldn’t this time. As soon as you two were done in there, it was right back to fake smiles and faker appearances for a shot at buying an ugly fucking painting. So instead, you tried to be careful, sucking and licking on his cock without making yourself too much of a disaster.

He didn’t appear to have the same motives. Rafe held you down to the base of his cock, twisting his fingers even further into your hair. You’d be lucky if one of his rings didn’t get stuck like last time. Drool spilled out of your mouth to the floor, narrowly avoiding landing on and staining your dress. A teeny thrust from him pulled gags from you, and you had no choice but to push off him by his thighs.

He allowed this, but only because the sight of you wrecked with puffy, wet lips and pink cheeks was almost as good as being down your throat. He wiped at the inner corner of your eye where a big teardrop threatened to spill out.

“Mm, this is why it’s so hard to punish you,” he noted, throwing his head back as you sucked on the tip like candy. “You’re just—fuck—such a good girl. Gonna make me cum?”

Moving ever-so-softly, you nodded your head without taking him out of your mouth. You dropped all the way down to bury your nose in his pelvis, letting his cock slide as far down as it could reach. Rafe groaned, tugging on your hair again and fucking your throat until he came.

You didn’t taste a bit of it even as he pulled out of your mouth, leaving a thick string of spit connecting you and his cock.

“Alright, sweet girl, now you can have your turn.”

Rafe stood you up and leaned you back against the countertop. He yanked the hem of your dress up to your hips and pulled the thin fabric of your underwear aside.

He cupped your pussy in his hand, forcing a noise from the back of your throat. “Look at you. Haven't done a thing and you’re already whining for me,” he shook his head, tutting his tongue at you. The sound of his fingers sliding over your wet cunt made him smile. “Fuck. Can feel how swollen you are. Guess you weren’t lying about being horny.”

You shook your head. Most of your body weight had shifted to the counter behind you, as your legs were not gonna hold your body weight up for much longer. It felt pathetic, being reduced so quickly by almost nothing at all.

Rafe messily rubbed his first three fingers over your clit, stimulating you until your head was lulled back. He only stopped to dip his fingers into your wetness to make his movements easier. His other hand wrapped around your back to slide under your dress and play with your nipples, and that was just enough to send you over the edge.

You came, rushed and desperately on his digits and he talked you through it with the same smug, cocky words he’d been using on you all night. Your legs were trembling, but you just managed to stay upright as the slick noise of his stroking fingers rang in your ears.

Rafe had only needed a few moments to readjust his button-down and wash his hands. He’d already had time to settle down from his orgasm—more than you could say for yourself—so when you glanced up to him, his hair and clothes were as straight as they were when they came in.

He nodded down at you, still trembling, hair a fucking mess. “Meet you out in the gallery, sweetheart.” Rafe kissed your forehead and rejoined the people outside, leaving you to clean yourself up.

Well. A punishment’s a punishment.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks #outer banks smut #outer banks fic #outer banks netflix #i'm trying hard to not change things from how they are on ao3 but i can't help it. this is 3 years old LOL #but we crosspost on !

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koenigami · 15 hours ago

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tags : fem!reader, fluff, suggestive wc : 990 synopsis : he makes you forget about time and space... and tara's party. - It takes a while for your sleep ridden mind to register that the sudden consecutive bangs and sounds of people cheering loudly, are not part of a vivd dream.

You groan as you try to sit up, wanting to properly take in your surroundings, yet somehow you can't. Move, that is. A heavy arm is locked around your waist, keeping you fixated on your bed and pressed flush to someone's warm body.

"Xavier-" You dazedly mutter his name, trying with the little force that you still have left in you to wriggle free from his arm, though your efforts are for naught. Accepting your defeat, you huff and let your head loll to the side, facing the large balcony window.

Bright radiant lights grace the night sky, colouring your rooms in all kinds of colours after each loud bang. Such pretty fireworks, you think and tiredly close your eyes for another brief serene moment.

...

Fireworks?!

Hastily your body jerks up but you don't even have time to triumph over finally having budged your immovable force of a boyfriend. Your gaze searches the clock on your bedside table even though you have to admit that you'd rather prefer not to look at it at all, knowing that your suspicions will likely only further be confirmed.

Eventually, when you snatch your phone from the ground and curse at the sight of a dozen missed calls from Tara, only then does the mentioned immovable force beside you stir awake.

"Mmh... why are you so loud? And turn the lights off, it's still too early." Xavier yawns and buries his face into your side to shield himself from the bright illuminations of the fireworks that are still going on outside.

"Xavier, it's past midnight. Not only have we missed Tara's party, we also missed the countdown."

Drowsily, he lifts his head and squints through the room before his eyes fall on the scenery outside. A quiet oh, is the only reaction that you get from him before he shifts his gaze back to you. His hand wanders from your naked waist down to your hip, but you quickly slap it away before he can get any lower.

Those seemingly innocent gestures of his are what has gotten you in this situation in the first place.

"It's all your fault!" You sound anything but genuinely upset when you pout childishly and mutter something akin to "horny idiot" under your breath which only makes Xavier chuckle delightedly.

"Hey, now-" He interrupts his own words with a big yawn before he decides to perch himself right over your body, balancing on his forearms as he traps your body between his thighs. "You know I can't control myself. Couldn't help myself when I saw you in that dress."

His warm breath tickles your face when his nose gently brushes against yours before it starts leaving a soft trail across your cheek and further down to your neck. He inhales deeply, as if trying to burn your smell into his memory even though you're convinced that by now, you smell more like sweat and him, than the perfume you've put on before he attacked you like a hungry hyena.

"We didn't get to kiss on midnight." Your voice sounds as if you're genuinely upset, though Xavier can't help but smile against your neck.

"Yeah, what a shame." He doesn't sound sorry at all. With a falsely sympathetic expression on his face, he thumbs at the fresh red marks along your neck. He's sure there must be a few more between your thighs. "I guess these were not enough, huh?"

"Xavier, I'm serious. This was our first-" You haven't even noticed that one of his hands has travelled further south your body, until all your nerves seem to activate, and you flinch when the tips of his fingers graze your lower parts. His smug smile is quickly replaced with genuine concern when you whimper in response.

"Love? Are you in pain?" His thumb draws calming and comforting circles over your hipbone as he keeps you still beneath him, like a hawk watching over you for any other signs of ache. You believe that there's not even an ounce of regret in him for the way he had pulled one orgasm after another out of you, until you were nothing but a shaky mess. But the pain etched on his face once he becomes aware that he's responsible for your discomfort truly makes your own chest ache and swell with love at the same time.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you can't even bring yourself to look him in his eyes, opting instead for the sky outside which has returned to its usual dark self, with little stars sprinkled like droplets of white colour all over a black canvas.

"No, I'm just a little sensitive and sore because someone couldn't control himself." You mock and bite a grin back when he sighs and leans down to playfully nibble on your cheek. The pillowy skin of his lips leaves tender caresses along your face as he promises you to clean you up soon, but not before he lets himself fall back beside you with a soft grunt.

With his face so close that the tip of his nose nearly touches yours, all you see is Xavier. Your own starlight that only shines for you. Ever so bright and always guiding you and keeping you company, never leaving you alone in the dark.

"My love." His voice is nothing but a whisper as he tucks your hair behind your ear, and closes the little distance left between you. You breathe a weak gasp against his lips when his warm palm grabs your thigh and throws it over his hip, fingertips delicately dancing along the delicate flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Happy new year."

The new year has come, yet something is telling you that the night has barely begun.

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whousestypewriters · 1 day ago

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──── ୨ৎ RED WAS THE CARPET — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: and everyone rejoiced. welcome back to the grayson series that is keeping you all alive bc it is shhh. lets all collectively ignore how i havent update this in a month but we move on and enjoy part threeeee !!! and pls forgive me idk anything abt events or red carpets so if i get anything wrong js pretend. also idk why but i love the title and the fact that is somehow makes zero sense and yet is still understandable i need to shut up ive rambled too much ENJOY (love you lots <33)

[part one] i'm a fan [part two] the book club

red was the carpet that you walked on earlier.

it matched your dress.

alya, your very annoying plus one for tonight was wearing black.

there was a lot of things that happened tonight. a lot of things you were never going to forget. everybody you met and talked with... especially one of them...

"oh my god, pheebs and ki are going to be so jealous," alya squeals - quietly of course, you're still surrounded by people, and although sometimes you think alya could actually fight god and win, in public, she's behaving surprisingly calm.

well calm adjacent.

its not exactly seen as calm and collected when you're jumping up and down every three seconds when you see another celebrity walk past preparing for the carpet.

to her credit though she has somehow managed to get the numbers of four actors and singers in the thirty minutes you've been here.

you were lined up at the end of the carpet along with a few other select interviewers, waiting for the start of the event. alya was a bundle of nerves when margot robbie and zendaya stopped for their interview barely getting a few words out and opting to just hold the camera instead.

when xander and jameson arrived though, that was a different story. you'd think they were life long friends. you chatted with max of course, promising to invite her to your next book sleepover, jameson was suspiciously quiet and smirk-y and xander kept looking over his shoulder a shit eating grin on his face.

you knew what was about to happen.

pictures don't do him justice.

that was to be expected, of course. you don't have millions of people following you, or watching your every move for no reason.

the screams on the red carpet, increased when he stepped foot on it, pleas to look at the camera, answer questions, how to pose, everything. he seemed to follow along well, looking hauntingly beautiful in his suit, his face practically carved but when he scanned the large crowd twice over before his eyes settled on you, it went quiet.

he smiled - and by the way it was really hot gorgeous - and you smiled back, a private moment between the two of you in the middle of chaos.

which was totally ruined when alya latched onto your arm and freaked out that she could see grayson.

"oh my god, he's like ten feet away. ohmygodohmygod!" she squealed.

"yeah i know, i can see him," you mutter back, attempting - and failing - to stop her jumping up and down.

"but he's like right there and he's looking at you!"

"i know."

"oh, oh, oh he's coming over to us now, oh my god i think i'm going to faint, hold me."

when the grayson hawthorne stopped in front of you a soft and rare smile on his face you faltered slightly - not because of alya standing there with her mouth agape, because... wow - before raising the microphone and starting.

"hi grayson, its lovely to meet you, i'm y/n."

yn.books

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yn.books im am honoured to have been invited to this event!! it was so lovely meeting everyone and asking you questions 🤍 (also kinda freaking out because i met anne hathaway omggg)

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user1 i see no mention of grayson......

user2 avoiding talking about a certain someone are we?

user3 if they didn't meet im actually going to riot, i'm shipping them so hard.

user4 we have confirmation from jameson that he was there... why didnt you talk to him....

user5 maybe she just didn't want to show that?? its not always about grayson

alya.green best night of my life.

maxine.lui.loo it was so good seeing you again babes <333

yn.books we should catch up while im still in texass

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graysonhawthorne met some nice people tonight.

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user1 MET WHO GRAYSON??? MET WHO??

user2 ugh he's so delicious i love it

user3 everyone wake up grayson posted

user4 he better have met her or im going to quit

alya.green oh... i see how it is then.... i will do what i must...

user5 ALYA WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO??? OH MY GOD???

user6 ALYA ????

user7 in the likes she's in the likes againnnnn

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[camera: on]

you should've know alya would have a shit eating grin the entire interview. it was tempting to punch her, very tempting.

"i honestly think divine rivals is my favorite book i've read this year," grayson's deep voice answers your question. his eyes stay on your face and he has a soft smile.

alya is elbowing you now. and you nudge her back as you ask your next question, smiling because now there are even more cameras on you.

"okay," you smile laughing nervously. "now i've asked everyone this tonight, i have a youtube channel."

"oh right yes, i follow you," grayson's voice is calm and his eyes are still on your face.

"you do?" with all of the things that are happening you weren't actually expecting him to be following you.

"yes, you're videos have become a guilty pleasure almost."

if anyone was wondering alya is losing her shit next to you. she has the biggest grin on her face, she's whipped out her camera and is taking an excessive amount of pictures.

"thats really sweet of you," a smile is present on your face now and you raise the microphone to ask your question, ignore the now fully smile grayson has on his face at your flustered-ness. "anyway my question was, do you have anything you want to say, a quote or just anything you like to tell the people watching?"

you turn the mic over to him and he looks down at you with a fond expression on his face - your insides are butterflies now - before looking at the camera.

"i'm going to say, you've made a good decision following this girl. she's a lovely person and keep supporting her," he pauses for a second, "and read divine rivals."

you laugh and nod at the camera, "i agree 100%." turning back to him you start. "well thank you for your time tonight, grayson, it was lovely to getting to know you," you look over to the over excited alya who's just standing back and nodding as if she's a proud mother. "and maybe we'll see you inside."

"hopefully we will," grayson smiles and waves slightly before moving on to the next interviewer.

[camera: off]

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alya.green two things: 1, my dress tonight and 2, if they won't do it... i will.

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user1 OH SHE IS SO MESSY

user2 THIS IS THE QUEEN BEHAVIOUR I SUPPORT

user3 and when i tell you cackled BC LOOK AT THEIR SMILES. LOOK AT THE WAY SHES LOOKING AT HIM.

pheobethereader and you're officially invited back to the next book sleep over.

alya.green i don't need ur validation i dont have to come to the sleepovers

pheobethereader ok then :)

alya.green no wait i'll do anything i have like zero self respect when it comes to the sleepovers

user4 OH HELL YEAH THEY METTTT

ticking.time.bomb and then after the premier... the restaurant....?

alya.green all in due time my friend

user5 EXCUSE ME??? THE RESTAURANT WHAT HAPPENED???

user6 im going to need you to spill the tea RIGHT NOW

user7 the fact that they both liked this but didn't comment 😭😭

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the restaurant was another story though, for another time.

a/n II: guys i lowkey hate it but i was determined to finish this so :)))

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crushpunky · 17 hours ago

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a cameron family vacation: the surprise

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

As soon as they made it back to the hotel room, Rafe took a quick shower before ushering y/n to take an “exceptionally long and especially relaxing shower”.

“It’s kinda hard to relax when you won’t tell me what is going on.” Y/n said as Rafe practically shoved her into the bathroom.

“Trust me, take a nice, long shower and things will reveal themselves when you get out, I promise.” Rafe said, patting y/n’s cheek lightly before closing the bathroom door between them. Y/n furrowed her brows before reluctantly climbing into the elegantly tiled shower. She took her time (as she was so emphatically asked to do), lighting a candle and allowing herself to relax, even if it felt nearly impossible to do so.

Once she was out, she soothed her hair until it was manageable, taking her time to dry it and style it before throwing on the minimal amount of makeup she had brought in her travel bag. After wrapping herself in one of the hotel’s robes, y/n emerged from the bathroom, expecting to see Rafe sprawled out on the bed, but was instead greeted with a large garment bag. As she got closer, she noticed the small, pink scrap of paper stuck to the hanger:

Put this on and meet me downstairs. - R.C. Y/n read, a small smile creeping on her lips. P.S. - Sarah helped me pick this out, hope you like it :)

Y/n shook her head, tossing the note down on the bed and moving to unzip the garment bag. Inside, laid a satin, navy dress. The brilliant blue fabric fell elegantly as y/n lifted it from the bag, admiring the strappy open back as she smoothed her fingers along the silky fabric. Dropping her robe, y/n stepped slowly into the dress. As she tugged it on, the fabric clung to her curves, the satin falling perfectly against her skin in a way that brought a bashful smile to y/n’s face. Y/n looked in the mirror, admiring the dress, and finding herself pleasantly surprised with Rafe’s choice. Finally shaking herself out of her focus on the dress, she slipped on her strappy sandals and stepped from the bedroom.

“Wow.” Y/n heard from the couch, turning to see Wheezie perched in a chair, yarn in her lap. Her eyes were wide, gazing over y/n’s styled hair and makeup paired with her elegant dress. Y/n smiled, giving the youngest Cameron a bit of a twirl and flip of her hair with a giggle.

“This is part of Rafe’s surprise?” Wheezie asked with a quirk of her brow.

“Uh, yeah… I’m not sure if I should be worried.” Y/n said with a chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hmm.” Wheezie nodded, turning back to her crocheting with a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Don’t tell me you’re in on this?” Y/n scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. Wheezie ignored her, her smirk only growing as she continued working with her yarn. Y/n rolled her eyes with a groan, heading towards the front door and bidding Wheezie farewell. She found herself fiddling with the fabric of her dress as the elevator slowly descended, opening into the lobby. She scanned the guests until she finally recognized a familiar scruff of blonde hair. Rafe turned around, chewing on lip until his eyes finally met hers.

Y/n felt her breath catch as Rafe’s eyes slowly swept over her, soaking in every perfectly styled strand of her hair and curve of fabric, trying to commit it all to memory. It was almost as if the rest of the bustling lobby had disappeared, the only people the two of them.

“Rafe?” Y/n said, giggling as Rafe shook himself back into focus. He blinked quickly, smoothing a hand down the front of his white button down. Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the way his tanned skin peeked through the light, linen fabric and the way the light reflected off his gold chain. He looked good (hell, he always did), but the flush of his cheeks mixed with the way he seemingly couldn’t stop staring at her made her feel weak in the knees.

“Sorry…” Rafe nodded, his lips quirking slightly. “You, um… look really good.”

“Thanks. You look good, too.” Y/n smiled. Rafe’s cheeks reddened as he cleared his throat, offering his hand out to y/n. She took it, following him as he guided her out of the hotel and into the cobbled Italian streets. Parked just off the road sat a bright red Vespa, adorned with a bouquet of vibrant flowers and two helmets, a sight that seemed so stereotypically American vacation in Italy that y/n found herself laughing. Her laughs only picked up further as Rafe led her over to it, grabbing the bouquet and offering it out to her.

“You did not.” Y/n giggled, taking the flowers from Rafe, who simply smiled widely at her as he grabbed one of the helmets. His fingers softly brushed her hair back, lingering on her warm skin before placing the helmet snuggly on her head.

“You’re gonna mess up my hair!” Y/n groaned as Rafe buckled the helmet, patting the top with a grin before fastening his own on. Rounding the Vespa, Rafe sat down on the seat before turning to offer his hand out. Y/n took it, sitting on the seat behind him. Rafe kicked the kickstand up, the engine sputtering to life.

“Better hold on.” Rafe said as he revved the engine. Y/n placed her hands lightly on Rafe’s waist, the bouquet resting on his lap. He gripped her wrist, pulling her closer, her arms snaking around his waist. Her chest rested snugly against his back, her heart hammering so harshly she was sure he could feel it. With a flick of his wrist, the Vespa sprung forward, causing y/n to squeal and hold tighter onto Rafe, who smirked under the visor of his helmet.

The scooter wove through the streets of Italy, the crisp air blowing through her air and the evening sun warming their skin. The bustling streets quickly gave way to winding, cliffside roads that overlooked the ocean. Y/n gazed out at the brilliant blue water, resting her cheek on Rafe’s back as they continued to their surprise destination.

Finally, the whir of the engine lessened as Rafe pulled off onto a small, sandy patch on the side of the road. The sun had just begun to set over the horizon, bathing the sky in a smear of orange and purple. Rafe took his helmet off, shaking his hair out before climbing off the Vespa. Y/n followed, taking Rafe’s hand as he helped her off. Not dropping her hand, Rafe led y/n down a path, weaving through rocks and trees until they finally broke through towards a small stretch of beach.

In the sand, a blanket sat adorned with food and wine. Stretching across the trees above them, strands of lights brought a faint glow to the beach underneath the setting sun. Y/n found herself looking at the beach, mouth agape as she took in the details of the decorated sand. If she thought the Vespa was straight out of a cheesy rom-com, this was full on Hollywood.

“So… what do you think?” Rafe said, scratching the back of his neck as y/n continued to stare at the beach in awe. When she finally met his gaze, he noticed the slight glassiness in the familiar hue of her eyes. She blinked quickly, wiping her eyes before smiling widely.

“It’s… how did you do all this?” Y/n said with a laugh as the two of them sat down on the blanket. Rafe laughed nervously, grabbing the bottle of wine that sat between them. Y/n noticed as his fingers trembled, prying with the bottle opener until the cork finally popped.

“Well, Wheezy put the dress in the room while I got the Vespa and set this up in about—” Rafe checked his watch dramatically— “20 minutes?”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, picking up her wine glass as Rafe filled both of theirs generously.

“Ahh, that’s why you were so insistent about me taking my time in the shower.” Y/n giggled, taking a sip of wine as Rafe bit his lip with a grin. He sat the bottle down, reaching into the basket sitting between them.

“You didn’t!” Y/n squealed as Rafe produced two tightly wrapped sandwiches from the deli she had been talking his ear off about since they walked past it earlier in the week.

“I didn’t think you’d let us leave without having one of these.” Rafe grinned, watching as y/n excitedly unwrapped the sandwich before biting into it. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor with a moan that caused Rafe to laugh before taking a bite of his own. The two of them sat in a quiet silence, y/n soaking in the beautiful scenery and magical night, Rafe’s mind racing at what he was about to do.

“This is… wow, Rafe. Thank you.” Y/n sighed, shaking her head with amazement. Rafe blinked back at her, his lips lightly parting as he scanned over her happily flushed and sun kissed face.

“Y/n, there is something I need to, um, tell you.” Rafe swallowed harshly, fidgeting with the Cameron ring that adorned his forefinger. Y/n felt her heart pound, the elation and fascination she had felt coming to a terrifying halt with the nervous look on Rafe’s face.

“I— you’ve been there with me through so much,” Rafe said, “and you’ve put up with me through so much…”

Y/n smiled lightly, hoping Rafe couldn’t sense the thoughts racing through her mind at a mile a minute. Did he do something? Was he starting to rethink their whole friendship? … or had he found out about her feelings for him?

“My mom told me before she died that she wanted me to be happy and to find the person that makes me happy,” Rafe continued, his voice breathy as he reached into his back pocket. “Y/n… you make me happier than anyone else and I’m so, so lucky to call you mine— my best friend.”

Y/n felt her lip tremble at the sincerity that laced Rafe’s voice, the vulnerability he so rarely allowed himself to express. Slowly, he produced a small black box, his fingers shaking as he handed it to her. She took it, her eyes examining it as she opened it. Inside sat a glittering, gold bracelet.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat as she immediately recognized it. She’d seen it so many times, mostly in photos, but she knew it belonged to Rafe’s mother. She knew how close Rafe was with his mother, and knew how deeply her death affected him. How he retreated so far into sex and drugs and alcohol and partying, y/n worried she’d never see the Rafe she’d known ever again…

“S– She told me to give this to someone who made me happy… who made me as happy as I made her.” Rafe whispered. Y/n’s eyes lifted from the bracelet to meet his gaze, tears brimming and threatening to spill onto her cheeks.

“Rafe, I… I don’t know what to say.” Y/n whispered. Rafe’s eyes looked glassy as he chewed his bottom lip.

“I don’t— you don’t need to say anything.” Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just… I want you to have it. I know I want you to have it.”

Y/n’s lip trembled, her heart pounding as the weight of the moment sunk in. Her fingers traced along the bracelet, the diamonds interwoven with years of memories and a love lost too early. There was no way Rafe’s mother would want her to have this. Sure, his mother was a wonderful, kind woman who was nothing but pleasant to y/n during the brief time she knew her, but she couldn’t possibly intend for this.

“Rafe, I– I can’t take this.” Y/n sighed, her eyes darting back to meet Rafe’s gaze. His face dropped, his lips slightly parting as his eyes filled with worry.

“What? Why?” Rafe said exasperatedly. Y/n felt her heart clench at the sudden change in Rafe’s mood.

“What about, I don’t know, like your future wife? Don’t you think she—” Y/n stammered.

“Y/n…” Rafe groaned, taking one of y/n’s free hands in his own. His touch was feather light as he laced his fingers in hers.

“Rafe, I’m serious.” Y/n said, her voice betraying her and coming out with a tremble.

“Y/n, she told me she wanted me to find someone I love and… that’s you, y/n.” Rafe whispered, his fingers tracing her hand lightly.

“I love you too, Rafe, but—” y/n sighed.

“No, y/n, I love you.” Rafe said lowly. Y/n felt her breath catch, the world around her swirling into nothing as his words— the words she’d wanted to hear for so long— echoed in her mind. It felt as if she was dreaming, the beautiful beach, colorful sky, and the boy she was so deeply in love with telling her he felt the same? It had to be a dream.

“Y/n? Please— please say something.” Rafe stammered, his bottom lip trembling and eyes glassy as y/n finally met his gaze.

“How long have you… felt that way?” Y/n whispered.

“I don’t know, y/n, but…” Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve just been pretending they weren’t there, and hoping they’d go away for too long, I just… it’s killing me. I can’t keep doing it”

“I can’t keep doing it either, Rafe.” Y/n said breathily, her voice catching. Rafe’s eyes widened slightly.

“You’re serious?” Rafe asked. Y/n nodded, slowly, a tear falling down her cheek at the final relinquishment of perhaps the biggest secret she’d kept for as long as she could remember. A smile spread across Rafe’s face, his hand dropping her hand and moving to cup her cheek. They looked into eachothers eyes, the two of them giddily laughing as they inched closer before their lips finally met.

His lips were gentle, yet commanding, the faint taste of wine spreading on her tongue as their lips moved in sync. Her hand found its way to his cheek, brushing against his cheekbone and feeling the slight moisture of tears against his cheek. After an eternity, they finally pulled away, both of them smiling, their heads touched together. Rafe pressed another kiss to the corner of her lip before pulling back further, gently lifting the bracelet from the box. With a giggle, y/n lifted her wrist, allowing for him to fasten it on, his fingers brushing her skin. Once it was fastened, he laced his fingers in hers before moving his gaze back to meeting hers.

“I love you.” Rafe whispered, a blushed smile on his face. She’d heard him say it before, but now things were different… how she’d always wished they’d be.

Y/n matched Rafe’s grin as he peppered kisses on her beaming face, his hands gently resting on the hollow of her throat. It felt like he couldn’t get enough, practically breathing her in as he mumbled into her skin and brushed his lips along every feature of her face.

“I love you.” Rafe said again, pressing one last kiss to her lips before gazing lovingly at her flushed and kiss covered face.

“I love you.” Y/n whispered, running a hand through Rafe’s ruffled hair before trailing down to hold their hands between them, the golden bracelet glittering in the faint glow of the moon.

#obx #obx au #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x kook!reader #kook!reader

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Awards Night

Plot: A very important night for yourself and your close friends on who will be taking home an Emmy and changes in your life.

Word Count: 9K

Pairing: Paul Mescal x Reader

Warnings: little makeout scene, sweet "father-daughter" moments, laughter giggles, just general fluff

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Energy fills the Los Angeles air as you sit out on the balcony with a fresh cup of coffee letting the sound of traffic try and soothe your nerves, the sun has just started rising hits of orange peeking over the horizon of buildings and mountains. You hear the sliding door beside you open and can sense his presence next to you.

“You’re up early,” He comments while taking a sip of his cup of coffee and you only hum in response keeping your gaze focused on the cars below seeing there was already traffic this early. “Nervous?” He asks and you shrug.

“I guess so. My body realized what today was and didn’t want me potentially sleeping through my alarm.” You say glancing over at Paul who rests his arms on the balcony railing only dressed in a tank and sleep pants, his hands fiddling with the cup that hangs over the edge.

“It’ll be fine. Whatever happens tonight you’ll still be my favorite actress. Plus I’m sure Pedro is dying to see you since New Year's,” He says with a slight chuckle which you can’t help but join in, despite it only being a few weeks you were used to your dear co-star and father figure’s clinginess.

“Yeah I’m sure he was so sad to stay in gorgeous Malta while I had to go back to New York for rehearsals for SNL,” You roll your eyes bringing your gaze back to the LA skyline, “God this place is boring I’m so glad I stayed in New York and didn’t listen to my old manager.”

Paul lets out a snort of laughter, “You are a New York City girl it’s funny seeing you stand out back in London and West Cork.” He says while coming to sit on the floor, grabbing your free hand and pressing a kiss to each knuckle. You smile pushing his face away from you which only makes him chuckle grab your hand again and repeat the action. He stops looking up at you as you share a moment of silence before he reaches forward and smooths away the wrinkle from your furrowed brows.

“Tonight we’ll be fine and if anything we skip the after-party and just relax back here and watch movies.” He says his hand trailing from your brows to cup your cheek and you settle into it.

“Just so you can watch Thelma and Louise.” You raise your brow at him and he flushes with a caught expression.

“Hey, it’s a good film and you know it,” He defends himself before raising himself from his haunches to press a kiss to your lips which you melt into. Your free hand strokes his beard as you kiss. He pours all his love for you and what you need to soothe the pit of anxiety inside until you feel nothing but calm. Paul pulls away not before pressing one last kiss to your nose which you scrunch up.

“It’ll be fine.” His voice is soothing as you both enjoy each other’s presence before the very busy day you have ahead of you.

Frank Ocean drifts through a speaker as you sit in a makeup chair, leftovers of brunch still on the dining table in the hotel you shared with Paul and the rest of your team. Paul in the bedroom with his team getting ready allowing you the large living room to get ready. Your amazing manager had brought you a collaboration with ELLE Magazine for a ‘Getting Ready with Me’ video, currently, the camera and sound team working fluidly alongside your hair and makeup team as you speak to the camera.

“I’ve been in this chair for about…three hours now?” You say as your hairstylist Elvira works her magic on your hair and René your talented makeup artist brings you to life with his skills. One of your hands is being painted in nudes and gold while your other hand is currently in a UV lamp being cured. “As you can see every part of my body is being handled so all I can do is just sit and listen to Frank Ocean play. I’m excited though surprised I’ve never been to the Emmys before so I do have a bit of nerves running through me.” You say shyly.

“You also have a nomination!” Paul’s voice comes from the other room making everyone in the room laugh and cheer at his comment as your face grows flush.

“Yeah…I do have one so it only heightens the nerves so I’m hoping I just get distracted during the whole time and have a drink or two as liquid courage.” You say as your hand in the UV lamp beeps ending its cycle and you use that chance to grab your smoothie to take a sip.

“Are you excited to see your friends and cast mates from previous work?” The interviewer asks and your eyes sparkle and you nod excitedly not before being scolded slightly by Elvira and René.

“Yes, most of these people I haven’t seen in months with work and life being so busy between all of us. I texted Bella this morning about how excited I was to see them since we last saw each other at the Met Gala we’ve Facetime and keep in touch but it’ll be good to see them in person.” You say as you switch hands to start curing the nail polish.

“Are you excited to see Pedro?” They ask cheekily and you smile widely.

“Oh god yes. Even though I saw him two weeks ago for New Year’s he has been nonstop texting about us seeing each other tonight. He fully freaked when he heard we had seats near each other,” You say, and almost on cue your phone gets a Facetime call the ringtone playing ‘Purple Rain’, “Speak of the devil.” You see the camera team swing around to get a view of your phone screen as you answer the call.

“Sup loser!” You greet the older man whose face is extremely close to the camera.

“Happy Emmys Day!” He shouts at the camera and you can’t help to giggle, “Happy Emmys Day to you too, getting ready I assume?” You ask as he pulls back the camera revealing Coco who is working on his hair. She sends a wave to the camera which you smile in return.

“Yep! Chilling getting all dolled up alongside Lux,” He says casually and you can easily spot the lie in his tone, and even Coco gives him a look.

“Pedro, you’re freaking out aren’t you?”

“Yes! What if I trip and fall and hurt my other shoulder then I get a double sling and look like an idiot? Or I say the wrong name on the card and it’s La la Land and Moonlight all over again.” He starts rambling getting himself all worked up and stressed.

“P you’ll be fine. You’re not gonna trip and look like an idiot or say the wrong name. I’m gonna be there, your sister, Bella, Paul, heck even fucking Kieran Culkin would probably run up there and catch you,” Your comment about his fellow nominee makes him laugh but does the job of getting his mind off it.

“Thanks, chiquita,” He says and it seems like he’s trying to spot anyone in the background of your Facetime call, “Yo where’s Ireland’s princess?” The sound of footsteps coming to the double doors separating the living room to the bedroom.

“I’m here Pedro!” His voice comes through the doorway and Pedro makes a weird face and you answer his silent question,

“We’re surprising each other with our looks tonight…well one of us is trying to.” You explain. Paul was getting antsy to see you and spend time with you. He had tried coming up with excuses to come out even getting to a point where he almost opened the door if you hadn’t thrown your slipper at the door and he closed it.

“You are so weird,” Pedro comments and you stick your tongue out at him, “Alright I shall leave you be and I look forward to seeing you tonight!”

“Bye P!”

“Bye Y/nnnnnn.” The call ends and you bring your attention back to the camera crew.

“You and Pedro have a very close relationship you practically act like your blood related.” The interviewer says

“Yeah, it’s crazy I've known him over five years and he’s practically my second father like I call him or my dad for the stupidest stuff if either doesn’t reply,” You say with a smile, “My dad finds it funny and comments how he’s glad someone is finally tagging in after the ‘retirement-inducing stress’ I put him through before I joined the Mandalorian.” The crew and your team chuckle at that story.

After getting your hair and makeup completed with your hair pinned up in a beautiful updo, your fabulous stylist Juliano had somehow struck gold with your outfit even working with Paul’s stylist to make sure the pair of you look stunning together.

“We were lucky enough from the archives to get this 1998 Spring Givenchy by Alexander McQueen,” Juliano explains as the camera shoots the gorgeous dress the shimmering silk on the top down to the skirt. The flower appliques on a sheer fabric to look like they were on your skin, “We decided to keep the makeup very similar to look natural with a shine and hints of color resembling the flower embellishments. To the accessories, we decided to keep Y/n’s hands minimal with just a pair of Bvlgari statement rings on her hands, and her earrings being from Bulgari Fiorever pieces keeping the floral delicate looking continue even down to the shoes with custom So-Kate Louboutin that matches the dress perfectly and brings the whole look together.”

The camera captures your excited expression as you are now fully dressed, clapping your hands together, “I’m literally in awe. I love Alexander McQueen’s fashion and I am honored to be wearing this gorgeous piece.” The sound of footsteps coming to the double doors again.

“Are you finally done?” Paul’s voice sounds like it’s practically pressed against the door and the crew laughs and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes I’m done but come out with your eyes closed. I want you to have the full experience,” You say quickly closing your eyes. You hear him groan before the sound of the door opens. You hear shuffling as someone guides him to the right position.

“Can I open?” He asks rocking on his heels.

“Wait I gotta get in position!” You say almost tripping as Elvira guides you to stand a bit in front of him so you both are the first things either of you see. The camera crew gets ready, one facing you while the other is facing Paul to get both of your reactions.

“Okay on three,” You say and start counting, “One…two…three!” You both open your eyes and the crew laughs at each of your reactions. You immediately squeal seeing his attire; his blazer is a crisp white that matches the color of your dress and is embroidered on the hem, lapels, and the cuffs of the coat is a recreation of the flower appliques on your dress, he has white button-down with a black bowtie and black wide slacks with black boots, Paul has that tiny gold hoop in his ear and he’s wearing the watch you got him for Christmas. Paul’s reaction is pure awe taking in how nicely the dress fits you almost as if Alexander McQueen made the dress for you, your hair perfectly framing your face with tiny strands hanging freely around your hair and the makeup making you look completely radiant.

“Ah! You look so good Paul,” You gush rushing up to him and looking over all the tiny little details what you don’t see but the cameras and the fans who will later eat this all up is the pure love and adoration in his eyes looking down at you fawning over him.

“You…are completely stunning,” He breathes and your face flushes at the genuine compliment as he takes your hands in his and fiddles with your rings a cheesy grin on his face. The team and crew ‘awe’ at the scene only makes you more flustered which makes Paul laugh wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your crown. An alarm goes off from both of your managers’ phones a cue that it is time to start prepping to leave soon.

Turning to face the camera you give it a wave, “Thank ELLE for coming and seeing us get ready for the Emmys let’s hope we take home an award,” You say crossing your fingers and making both teams cheer. Paul gives a wave and you blow a kiss before you turn facing each other and you pull a funny face and he bursts into laughter as the cameras stop rolling.

“Alright I think we got what we needed, so great meeting you guys, and best of luck tonight,” The interviewer says and you smile thanking them as they head out to pack up. Your manager comes up looking over her iPad that has the schedule.

“Alright we have a bit of time for photos and then the car will be pulling up to take us to the venue,” She says, and Paul helps guide you to the balcony as you grab the train of your dress. It’s fun and casual between yours and Paul’s team bouncing off each other. The first round of photos starts with you posing out on the balcony getting the professional photos done and throwing in a few funny poses when you see Paul whip out his film camera to take a few pictures. Then it switches to Paul who seamlessly starts posing and you take a few pictures on your phone before getting a decent one from his camera, he ends up breaking into waves of laughter as you keep hollering and sending him whistles as he poses. The pair of you do photos together some looking at the camera others looking at each other. Both your managers posting little teasers on each of your Instagram stories for the night ahead the photos already going viral.

From the hotel room to the car felt like a blur and you didn’t even realize you were pulling into the venue and entering the conga line of cars to the red carpet. Your leg shakes restlessly until Paul rests his hand on your knee making you look at him.

“Breathe,” He makes the gesture of letting out a big breath of air which you copy feeling your body stop vibrating with nerves, “It’ll be fine.”

You nod though the pit in your stomach still hasn't left now that you are so close, “I feel less nervous about the awards but this is our first time together like in spotlight public.” You take his hands playing with his fingers to help with your nerves, “Just nerves what they are gonna say is all.”

Paul nods understanding. It was a huge secret when you both first got together, not that you both were ashamed of each other but you both respected your privacy very much. Even when you were younger you were very cautious about what you put out on the internet perfectly curating posts and appearances so people didn’t have anything negative to say. It definitely freed up the older you got and the more secure you felt in your career but still, there were certain subjects you didn’t want the whole world to know. You prided yourself in keeping your relationships locked tight the only people aware of them being your family and close friends. It reached a point in some scenarios where the public and fans assumed the people you were with were just close friends given how that was the case most of the time. You were lucky for Paul to understand your hesitancy being so quiet about the two of you and it worked out in your favor. You were able to enjoy the starting of your relationship just the time together between the two of you and not the whole world focused on you all. Even telling Pedro was something you were worried about entering the relationship with Paul, he was his co-worker, some would call it a bit of an age difference with him being a few years older than you, you were still what people would consider their early 20s and him in his late 20s but neither of you noticed or cared for it. You remember it clear the day you told Pedro well more of him finding out.

It was during the time Gladiator 2 was on pause due to some production issues so Paul had decided to visit and spend the week with you in New York, this is about 3 months of you guys dating. For context you love Pedro and have such a close bond with each other that you have keys for each other and know everything about each other. What you didn’t think was him being back in New York as well and assuming he was on the West Coast or anywhere but New York. So you and Paul had just obviously given the time apart..had sex since being reunited and ordered pizza, after you showered and he was currently in the shower while you picked out a movie. The doorbell rang assuming it was the deliveryman going to answer shocked seeing Pedro there instead of holding the pizza and letting himself in.

“Luigi’s Pizza you know how to plan a dinner, I have so much to talk about Malta and Morrocco,” Pedro says and the immediate fear on your face and before you could stop the nuclear bomb that was about to go off as the familiar voice of the man you were with and an oddly familiar voice to Pedro comes from down the hall.

Paul comes around the wall with the confidence of a man who just got laid still wet from the shower only dressed in very loose sweats that hung sinfully low on his hips, “Baby did the food show u—” His words cut off as he see Pedro standing there with equally wide eyes as his gaze darts from both you and Paul the pieces quickly coming together.

Paul takes your hand placing a kiss on the back of it right as the car in front of you pulls up about to be next in line, “Ignore what they say. None of it matters, it’s just us and our friends celebrating an amazing night together.” You take in his words before nodding in agreement right as the car pulls up. Paul flashes you a smile before pressing a light kiss to not ruin your makeup.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod giving an assured smile and he returns with an even wider smile. A knock on the car before the door unlocks and the muffled sounds of the fan and the red carpet get louder. The door opens fully and Paul steps out and the crowd of fans screech he turns grabbing your hand as you scooch to the open door. Grabbing Paul’s hand you immediately see the uproar as you exit the car the scream of fans in their section. Waving at them together as your managers guide you towards the little waiting area before the red carpet. It wasn’t long until you were called next to walk the carpet.

“Ready?” You ask Paul and he smiles pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Let’s go.”

Shouts and flashes of both yours and Paul’s name as you posed for solo shots. Over the scream of photographers, your gaze always finds itself back to Paul who was looking over at you too.

“Paul! Y/n! Let’s get a photo together,” A photographer shouts and it’s instant the shouts for you two to pose together and questions thrown at the pair of you. It’s easy to find one another his hand keeping a reassuring contact on your waist as you smile at the cameras. Your managers have to practically drag you two off the carpet as the paparazzi keep yelling more comments and get final photos.

“A few interviews then we’ll get you guys inside for the ceremony,” Your manager says and you nod as both you and Paul are brought to different networks to conduct interviews.

“Y/n so nice to meet you,” The interviewer from E! News greets warmly, “You look stunning tonight!”

“So nice to me you and thank you so much!” You respond holding the microphone between your hands as you speak to her.

“It seems you have caught the attention of many people tonight for one of your first Emmy nominations, especially at your age! If you win tonight, you will have become the youngest winner in your category at twenty-three, just a year younger than past winner Zendaya, who also happens to be presenting tonight for that award,” she says, and you give a nervous smile.

“I am definitely nervous now that you mentioned it,” You cringe making the both of you laugh, “But I’m so honored to be nominated, there are so many talented actresses in this category that all deserve this award. I really couldn’t tell you who it’s going to.” You speak honestly.

“Well, we’re hoping for the best for everyone tonight and even if you aren’t taking home an award you aren’t leaving empty-handed. It seems you have graced all of us who have been dying to see you and your partner in public.” She says and you laugh, “Anything to say on that?”

“Well, Paul and I are very grateful for all the support our friends, family, and lovely fans have given us.” You say a small smile. You truly were grateful for all the support those close to you have given especially with how crazy the industry is and how on-air every moment of your life has been. “Paul has also just been an amazing support in my life I’m so blessed to have known him.” You keep your piece on Paul short and sweet knowing you would ramble off on how amazing he is as a person and actor, just going off on a complete tangent.

“That is so sweet, you two are amazing together I’m sure he’ll enjoy your praise,” The interviewer coos and you chuckle.

“He’ll probably try to one-up me in the compliments he’s too humble at accepting them and so will dish a plentiful of compliments,” You retort making the pair of you laugh.

“If I see him I’ll be sure to pass off your message,” She smiles, “Thank you so much, enjoy the rest of your night, and best of luck.” You thank her before your manager guides you off to do a couple more interviewers since you are nominated in a category. As your manager leads you to the next interview you spot a very familiar figure speaking to another person.

“Lux!” You call out and she turns spotting you amongst celebrities and managers as you make your way past people quickly accepting the embrace from her. “You look gorgeous tonight!” Your praise has her smiling and she rests her hands on your shoulders looking you over.

“Says you! You look stunning and where is the lucky man?” Lux asks looking over your shoulder expecting your partner somewhere near.

“I think still doing interviews, if we didn’t meet up during the interviews we both would just head inside,” You say looking around yourself but for a different person.

“If you’re looking for Pedro he’s over there with Vanity Fair,” She points a finger over and you spot the back of his curly head, “He’s be antsy looking for you and Bella tonight.” You smile thanking her with a quick hug and plan to meet inside before having your manager already used to your antics and guide you over to Pedro. Luckily he hadn’t noticed you and his manager spots you with a friendly smile seeing the mischievous look on your face also used to your antics from the Mandalorian.

“I’m excited for tonight not even for the nomination just to be able to see friends and coworkers of mine I haven’t seen since we wrapped films,” You hear Pedro say as you slowly walk into view of the camera and interviewer who spots you. You drop your mouth and point at Pedro who is in front of you.

“Oh my god is that Pedro?” Pretending to fangirl as you mouth with faux awe. The interviewer chuckles and you don’t see Pedro’s confused expression until he turns around and sees you there with a cheesy grin.

“Pedro I’m such a big fan you are literally so zaddy!” Your voice is all shaky fanning back fake tears and the belly laugh that comes from him as he pulls you into a hug with his free hand pressing a kiss to your crown.

“Ah, father and daughter reunited!” The interviewer says as Pedro pulls out of the hug a still shocked look on his face as he takes in your outfit. “Y/n pleasure to meet you!”

“You look so beautiful!” Pedro’s praise warms you up and you flush waving him off.

“You look great too! Giving very professor vibes with the sweater and glasses,” You point at the large frames covering his face. He snorts rolling his eyes.

“Like a professor that got his ass whooped.” He says shrugging his sling arm making you and the interviewer laugh. “Thought I was gonna miss you on the carpet until we got inside.”

“Ran into your sister and she pointed me in your direction,” You say and you see your manager pointing at her watch and you send a brief nod, “Well I better head before Paul sends a search party. Nice to meet you!” You say to the interviewer who repeats the sentiments. A quick hug from Pedro with a kiss on the cheek before waving them off.

“See you soon chiquita.”

“Bye P! I’ll see you inside!” You wave him off before you and your manager continue your trek once more inside.

“Alright you are all good on interviews and photos, I will see you after the show enjoy the night, and good luck!” Your manager says looking over her to-do list for tonight and you give a nervous smile, “You’ll be alright you win great, you don’t, no biggie you’re young and have plenty of opportunities,” She squeezes your hands. She looks a bit past you before she continues,

“I’m sure he’ll keep reminding you. You too have fun.” You feel an arm snake around your waist pulling you gently to lean against his chest, feeling your nerves slip away. Your manager waves before walking off joining Paul’s manager and you turn looking up at him already seeing the look on his face.

“I know…I know stop stressing and enjoy my night.” You roll your eyes and he hums satisfied with you already knowing what he is going to tell you.

“You love me.” He smirks taking your hand and guiding you to the line of celebrities waiting to be ushered to their seats. You scoff your words holding no weight.

“Ugh, you wish.”

It’s easy to find your seats finding yourself near actors and actresses you’ve heard of but glad to see you were put in seats near Pedro and Bella. Bella sat in the row in front of you and Paul with Pedro and Lux sitting behind you guys. The show went on accordingly with the categories going through cheering for the nominees and winners of each category. When the category for Best Supporting Actor in a Drama Series Pedro had you and the audience in laughter.

“It’s my shoulder, not my arm and I’m here to set the record straight,” He says so plainly, “Kieran Culkin beat the shit out of me.” You almost choked on your spit at his comment your laughter only growing louder seeing Kieran’s reaction so serious before him and Pedro break with laughter as the award is presented. When the award for Best Actor in a Drama Series was announced you reached your hand back feeling Pedro’s hand grab you as each actor is called out. Cheering loudly when his name was announced with a quick snippet of his character in ‘The Last of Us’. While his name wasn’t called out you still smile squeezing his hand before clapping for Kieran Culkin who goes up to accept the award.

“Now presenting the award for Best Actress in a Drama Series, Zendaya and Jodie Foster!” The announcement comes through the speakers immediately filled with nerves feeling Paul’s hand resting on your thigh drawing circles and calming you slightly.

“And now for the nominees,” Zendaya says into the microphone and you clap as each actress is announced.

“Sarah Snook; Succession, Sharon Horgan; Bad Sisters, Melanie Lynskey; Yellowjackets, Elisabeth Moss; The Handmaid's Tale, Bella Ramsey; The Last of Us,” You clap a cheer extra loud for them and then continue calling out the nominees, “Keri Russell; The Diplomat, Y/n L/n; The Mandolrian” You hear the cheering around you as your name along with small clips of your character Tiya is shown on screen. In your peripheral, you can see the camera capture your reaction as Paul grabs your hand squeezing it. You don’t dare move your gaze from Jodie Foster and Zendaya as they speak.

“And the Emmy goes to,” You watch Jodie Foster open the card your hand probably cutting the circulation out of Paul’s hand. Zendaya smiles before she speaks.

“Y/n L/n, The Mandalorian.”

The roar of cheers from all around you as you sit there frozen for a second before it registers to you.

You won.

You stand up as the others do looking over at Paul who has the widest grin, “Holy fuck I won!” You say to him who nods enthusiastically and you can’t help but kiss him. It’s such a quick kiss but it means everything to the two of you as you pull away turn to Pedro who is cheering loudly and instantly pulling you into a hug pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m so proud of you!” He mumbles as you pull away Lux smiles widely at you as you quickly hug Bella who’s practically jumping with joy before finally walking down the aisle as your fellow actors applaud for you. It’s an almost out-of-body experience climbing up those steps and accepting the award from Jodie Foster and Zendaya who give you brief hugs before you stand before the microphone the heavy award in your hands.

“Hi..oh my god I didn’t plan at all what to say,” That makes the audience laugh your gaze sweeping through the crowd of people finding your group. “I want to thank my amazing team who got me this job, my friends and family back at home I love you so much, to the Mandalorian Team, Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni thank you for giving me this opportunity to bring Tiya to life, there are so many people I want to thank uh Pedro,” You gaze locks with him. You already see him getting teary-eyed making your words shaky.

“I’ve worked and grown with you over five years, you’re my second dad I love you so much. I also want to thank my partner, Paul,” Your gaze moves to Paul who has the proudest look on his face and you can feel tears burning at the back of your eyes, “I love you so much, you are my rock, my best friend, I’m so grateful you are in my life I could keep rambling on until they drag me off.” That makes Paul and the crowd laugh. “Alright, I’m gonna go before I start crying.” Your voice is already shaky enough as the audience cheers hearing loud whistles from Pedro as Jodie and Zendaya guide you off. Once you disappear backstage seeing allowed paparazzi taking photos of the three of you. Your manager already backstage pulls you into a hug and you let out a shaky exhale.

“No tears or René will have my head for letting an Emmy winner ruin her makeup,” Her words make you laugh leaning your head back and blinking back tears, “Alright we’ll get some quick photos and interviews before you’ll be set to head back for the ceremony.”

It’s a blur of heading to where the other winners are to get their photos taken. You probably have the widest grin as you hold your Emmy up. The flash of cameras as they shout congratulations and where to look at. Then it was the interviews with various media outlets each hungry for the latest news of your career this Emmy win special now being the youngest female Emmy winner in your category. During a commercial break, you were ushered back to your seats a cheesy grin across your face when your friends spot your return. You’re shuffling as face as you can in your dress and heels immediately welcomed with hugs and kisses of second congratulation.

“I completely blacked out up there did I make a fool of myself?” You ask seriously making Lux and Bella laugh as you all sit down.

“Not at all. You had Pedro crying like a baby with you up there,” Bella states and you laugh leaning against Paul.

“I was not!” Pedro still red with tears defends himself and Lux shakes her head.

“It was pretty bad,” Paul says and Lux gives him a look.

“Don’t act all innocent I saw a few tears from you too mister,” She pokes his shoulder and Paul flushed with embarrassment, “I got the whole video of both of their reactions with Pedro crying and your boyfriend all teary-eyed.”

“Awww you two getting all sappy,” You tease poking your partner and making him roll his eyes, “You do love me.”

“Of course I do,” Paul scoffs looks at you and your teasing smile softens seeing the pure adoration and love in his eyes.

Bella makes a disgusted sound, “You too are so cheesy it makes me sick,” That makes you all laugh and over the speakers, it’s announced the commercial break would be ending now. As the ceremony returns with the audience applauding your hand grabs Paul giving it a squeeze that he returns.

With the awards over it was such a whirlwind of afterparties and receptions, Pedro, Lux, and Bella were going to the HBO Reception Party while you and Paul were headed to the Disney Reception Party. It was so exciting taking group photos with all the winners at the Emmys Ceremony before you all left living on that high of winning. Your thumb traces the engraving of your name on the plaque still in awe as you and Paul ride back to the hotel room.

“Congratulations!” Your teams cheer confetti bursts from party poppers as your team hollers and cheers as you and Paul enter. You smile brightly seeing some recording as you hold up your Emmy bouncing with excitement.

“I won a fucking Emmy!” You shout and your teams cheer and laugh at your very animated reaction.

“Alright!” Your manager calls out drawing all of your attention, “We got two afterparties to attend now let’s get you both all set up so you can fully enjoy your win tonight.” Both your teams quickly get to work Paul is taken to change into his after-party attire and you to change into another Alexander McQueen archival piece from the same collection. This a much shorter beautiful baby blue draped dress you wear over an ivory satin button-up jacket with a shawl collar that feels cool on your skin, paired with Givenchy ivory kitten heels. Both Elvira and René work efficiently revamping your hair and makeup when Paul comes out in his afterparty attire. It was the same outfit beside his button-down and tie replaced with a loose white scoop neckline tank showing off his collarbones. He smirks seeing you drink in his appearance from your chair as René reapplies your lipstick and he throws you a wink making you flush looking forward.

“All pretty and ready,” René puts down the setting spray looking you over with a smile.

“Thank you Elviraaaa. Thank you Renééééé.” You cheese as you stand and reapply your favorite perfume on your wrists and neck.

“We’re ready when you are, Emmy winner.” Your manager says and you check your appearance one last time in the mirror before grabbing your clutch and award.

“Ready!”

The Walt Disney Awards Party was a fun time being united with other Star Wars costars and seeing some of the other winners in other categories. Attending felt more obligational given it was the company your show was a part of it was mainly small talk and photos taken with the other winners from your network. After some time a perfectly timed call from Pedro who was heading over to the Netflix Afterparty with the others asking when Paul and you were heading over.

The van hits a pothole but that doesn’t distract the two of you preoccupied in the backseat. Thank god for the privacy divider. Paul practically devours you with his lips barely able to get a breath in. One hand is deep in the nape of his neck pulling him closer the other clutching to his bicep that is wrapped around your waist keeping you flush against him.

“You have…no idea how beautiful…you looked tonight,” Paul mutters between kisses, your award digging into your waist but you pay no mind. His other hand cups your face to pull away to catch your breath before pulling your right back in.

“Paul we’re almost there,” You try to say as he keeps kissing you only one thought on his mind.

His lips are soft and warm but fierce as he bites your lip drawing a sharp gasp and allowing him to slip his tongue inside. Your body is searing, your heartbeat in your ears letting him complete control gripping his coat tighter.

“If we didn’t have to go there are so many things I want to do to you,” His words light your body on fire a light whimper comes from the back of your throat as he pulls back letting you catch your breath. “But,” He starts pressing another kiss to your lips.

“I want you to enjoy tonight you deserve.” He pulls back looking down at your flustered appearance chuckling slightly fixing your hair slightly, “I think I took it a bit too far…” He gives a sheepish look and your jaw drops seeing the stain of your lipstick on his lips quickly whipping out your phone and seeing your smudged lips.

“Paul Colm Mic-” You start but he quickly kisses you mumbling ‘I’m sorry baby,’ and you quickly pull away opening up your clutch and pulling out travel makeup wipes and the lipstick shade, “You are so lucky you’re hot Paul,” You say using a wipe to clean his face before he takes it himself to allow you to fix your lips. He chuckles slightly at the pout as you clean yourself up and reapply your lipstick. Thank god René gave you an extra lipstick. He had to have known you’d do something stupid like makeout with your ridiculous attractive boyfriend before going to a party.

“I love you Y/n.” He says pressing a kiss with his clean lips against your temple as you give a final swipe of color to your lips. He moves to press another kiss to your lips but you swerve pressing a finger to his lips.

“Yeah no…you are like banned the entire night from kissing me and messing up my makeup more.” You see him pout and at that moment the car stops having arrived at the party.

“Seriously?” He asks and you give him a look saying ‘I’m so serious,’. He groans letting his head fall back on the headrest but quickly fixes himself as the door opens and he’s quick to plaster a forced smile as you both exit the car.

This afterparty was a lot more freeing allowing yourself to let loose, one hand was your award the other a drink as you stood beside Lux who had her drink of choice watching Paul dance with Bella twirling them around, Pedro off somewhere to mingle or getting himself into trouble. Paul catches your gaze his face reading to spare him but you only raise your glass as a toast making him throw his head back with a sigh before returning his focus to Bella.

“What’s got him looking like a dog in the doghouse,” Lux asks as you both take sips of your drinks.

“He fucking ruined my lipstick on the car ride over so he’s now banned for the rest of the night.” You explain and Lux bursts into laughter at the confession.

“The car ride over you naughty girl,” She slaps your shoulder and you flush gulping your drink and feeling the alcohol settle in your stomach.

“Chiquita!” You hear Pedro's voice call out easily spotting him as he heads over, “Look who I found!” You smile widely seeing Giancarlo Esposito following behind Pedro.

“There’s the winning lady!” Giancarlo says as he hugs you, pressing a kiss against your cheek, and you return one. “Alright, let's see it.” You smile before showing off the award, and he lets out a whistle, and Pedro gives a small whoop.

“Congratulations you deserve this with all your hard work.” He praises and you return a sincere smile from his compliment not just from a coworker but a well-esteemed actor.

“It looks like a party,” Bella says, bounding over and grabbing her drink from the hightop you all stood around. Following behind is Paul, who smiles and slides to be at your side.

“Ah, the infamous boyfriend. You know I’m basically her uncle,” Giancarlo says, shaking Paul’s hand, which makes you snort and roll your eyes.

“Real funny guys,” You say making them all laugh as Giancarlo bids goodbyes to you all. Paul’s arm is over your shoulder drawing circles into your arm while taking a sip from his drink.

With a sigh, you rest your award on the table, “God this thing is heavy as fuck. I’m supposed to carry it around all night,” You groan.

“If you’re giving it away I’ll gladly take it,” Pedro creeps towards it and you bat his hand away.

“Klepto! I don’t need you stealing more of my shit,” You point at him and he holds his uninjured hand in the air in defense.

“It was one time!” He retorts not wanting to go down this rabbit hole of a conversation again. A new song comes over the speakers making Bella perk up recognizing it.

“I love this song, who’s joining?” Bella the youngest of the group holds their hand out looking at each of you expectedly. Pedro groans grabbing his shoulder in fake pain.

“Ah my old bones can’t take a dance,” Bella rolls their eyes moving to the next person there Paul holding his hands up having already been subjected to dancing. Lux rolls her eyes finishing her drink and taking Bella’s hand who smiles widely.

“Come on leave the old men to their groveling,” She holds her hand now out to you expectedly and you chug your drink needing the liquid courage to dance will many people potentially watching you.

“You old men have fun,” The sudden rush of alcohol makes you giggle as you lean up quickly pressing a kiss to Paul. You slip away before he can deepen the kiss he’s been craving laughing as you join Bella and Lux on the dance floor. You let the young actor twirl you around having to bend slightly to turn under Bella’s arms Lux laughing recording the pair of you on her phone. The two men watch at the table where the drinks and your award are seeing the enjoyment from all of you.

“You’re good for her you know,” Pedro says suddenly making Paul look away from you dancing under the colored lights to look at the older man.

Paul shrugs at the compliment swirling his drink with a self-deprecating tone, “I try not to mess things up.”

“Mess things up? You’re perfect for her, Paul. I’ve seen her in relationships where she wasn’t happy and this is far from that. You too are honestly nauseating with how into each other you are,” Pedro groans making Paul laugh slightly both their gazes focused on the dance floor where you are. The pair cringe at your very bad dance moves but you don’t seem to care, completely focused on the music and being with Bella and Lux.

“I appreciate that Pedro,” Paul says genuinely, “She looks up to you a lot, and always finds a way to mention you somehow.” That makes Pedro chuckle slightly but feel all warm inside at the information.

“Seems like she has a habit of always talking about the men she cares for in her life,” Pedro responds, “She’s always gushing over you like some lovesick teen.”

Paul flushes at that taking a sip of his drink to quell his nerves. “I only hope I can keep making her as happy as she makes me.” There was so much he wanted to do with you in his life. Maybe a few things that still needed time but had he already pictured them yes now just waiting for the right moment. Pedro rests his hand on his shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You are,” He says before raising his drink in a toast, “To you guys and your futures together.” Paul smiles clinking his glass against Pedro’s both looking back at you cheering on Bella as they dance your gaze darts to Paul a smile naturally crawls up your face as you mouth to him, ‘I love you,’ which he responds in turn with his own.

‘I love you more,’

The night quickly wanes to a close as you bid goodbye to your friends barely stifling back a yawn the liquor tiring you out. You give Bella a big hug that they return with equal amounts.

“When you are back in New York we’ll try to meet up,” You say and they nod excitedly but still a bit tired. You then move onto Lux who hugs you pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Bye, pretty lady.” You smile at Lux’s comment before moving over to Pedro as he easily scoops you in his free arm his warmth making your eyes droop.

“Night P, I’ll you in a few days.” You say and you hear him hum pressing a kiss to your head.

“Looking forward to whatever you have planned for SNL chiquita,” He pulls back chuckling as you blink slowly grinning.

“It’s gonna be sooooo good,” You slip into the valley girl's vocal fry making him belly laugh giving you a final hug and sending a look over at Paul who holds your award in one hand. He comes over coaxing you off Pedro as you rest against his side stifling a yawn.

“Bye, guys love you!” You give your last bits of energy as they wave you and Paul off as you head to your ride to the hotel. Your head rests in the crook of Paul’s neck during the car ride home his hand tracing circles into your scalp only making you doze off even more. Paul has to guide you through the hotel as you try waking up enough to get to your hotel room.

Once back in your room the energy from the whole day completely wipes you, standing in the middle of the room with your eyes closed. Paul laughs seeing you sleeping while standing up.

“Come on let’s get you ready for bed,” He says guiding you to the bedroom and helping you with your nighttime routine. You give him a sleepy smile as he helps from taking off your shoes to removing the pins in your hair and groaning as he massages your scalp with your hair now free from the updo. You’d fix yourself completely tomorrow with a shower letting your hair be a mess. Sitting on the bathroom counter you lean into his touch he uses a cloth with makeup remover to take off your makeup.

“You’re amazing you know that,” You mumble as he gently wipes your eyeshadow off your face his other hand holding your chin to keep you steady. He hums as he removes the last of it pressing a kiss to your tired lips.

“You can say that more often,” He smirks even in your tired state you still roll your eyes at his comment. He’s a godsent going through your nighttime skincare his hands soothing and delicate as he goes through each of your steps. Guided out of the bathroom he helps you out of your clothing with soft hands and kisses along your shoulders as he dresses you in one of his shirts and a pair of your shorts before settling you into bed. It’s almost instant as you knock out the events of the day draining and the bed quickly drawing you to sleep.

You blink open still seeing it dark from the digital clock on the nightstand reading almost four am. Rolling over to cuddle with Paul you find his side empty and cold. Sitting up vision is still blurry trying to wake up fully to find your boyfriend when you spot the curtain covering the balcony door moving slightly in the breeze.

Paul leans against the balcony railing letting the smoke rest in his lungs before slowly breathing it out, tapping away the ash from the cigarette. Despite the time the streets still seem busy the roads filled with lights of car traffic.

“You’re up late,” Your voice drifts through the night as he glances behind him seeing you stand there rubbing your bare arms from the slight chill in the air. He holds his arm out and you come over instantly feeling the warmth from him as he holds you close. It’s quiet between you two as he continues to smoke with you in his arms.

“Are you alright?” You ask looking up at him a bit of concern in your eyes that he finds comforting.

“I’m good just a few things on my mind,” He says before taking another hit letting his hand with the cig rest against the railing. He doesn’t fight you as you take it from him taking your hit and letting it rest in your lungs before blowing it out into the Los Angeles night.

“Anything I can help with,” You ask looking up at him. He can’t help the slightly anxious look to cross his features that have you perking up in concern turning to fully face him your hand holding his face, “What’s up?”

Paul lets out a shaky breath, taking the cig and getting a much-needed hit before speaking, “I’m so proud of you and I’m still so grateful to call you mine.” You smile softly at his words letting him take his time to process each thing he was to say.

“Just seeing you up there I didn’t want that high for you to ever end. I want to be there for every win, every award show, every moment,” He grabs your hand rubbing circles with his thumb a habit he’s done often.

“I want to be there for you too,” You respond honestly and he smiles at that.

“I love you,” He blurts the phrase familiar but with such a heavy meaning, “So much, probably more than I should or more than you do.” You give him a look at his words.

“Anyways I know we haven’t been together long and I was gonna ask when we were,” His words start making you anxious about what he’s trying to say.

“I was wondering well wanting..” He stumbles over his words cursing his inability to just speak.

“You’re making me nervous Paul,” You can’t help but laugh nervously, “Just tell me.”

“Will you move in with me?” He catches you off guard as you both stand in silence taking in his words.

“Move in with you…” Paul can’t help but anxiously nod but you have a small smile growing on your face.

His cheeks flushed. “Yeah. I know it’s… a lot. But I love being with you, Y/n. Every minute. And I can’t imagine not waking up next to you every morning.”

You kiss him and he eagerly accepts feeling his nerves slip away his hand cupping your face as you pour your love and all your feelings into it. You pull back still close the smoky taste and lingering alcohol on the both of you.

“I’d love to move in with you.” You smile widely and he can’t help but kiss you again with a promise of forever between you too, “Where’d we live?” You’re mind already running off what’d you both do, how’d you live together, what it would look like?

“We’ll figure that all out as long as I’m with you.” He says and your heart bursts with joy wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulder the cigarette long forgotten and burnt out. The only focus was on each other and your plans for the future together.

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psychoticfemmm · 3 days ago

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family tides

pairing: dad!john b x mom!reader

summary: Life with Ivy, your lively three-year-old, is full of love, laughter, and chaos, with the Pogues always in on the fun

Life at the Chateau was never boring, especially with a three-year-old running around. Ivy, your daughter with John B, was the heart and soul of the Pogues. At just three years old, she had already mastered the art of sarcasm—thanks in large part to JJ—and was a constant source of laughter for the group.

This morning, chaos erupted when Ivy woke up before everyone else and decided to paint JJ’s face with your makeup.

“Why does it smell like lavender in here?” John B asked groggily, stumbling into the living room to find Ivy perched on JJ’s lap with a lipstick in her hand.

JJ glared at him. “Your daughter is a menace.”

“She’s an artist,” Ivy corrected, holding up a makeup brush. “Uncle JJ needed to be fancy.”

John B burst out laughing, leaning against the doorway for support. “You look… beautiful, man.”

“Don’t,” JJ warned, pointing a finger at him. “I’m doing this for her self-esteem.”

“Sure you are,” Kiara chimed in as she strolled into the room. “Let me grab my phone. This is going on the wall of fame.”

“No!” JJ protested, but it was too late.

You emerged from the kitchen, mug of tea in hand, shaking your head at the scene. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, nothing,” John B said, grinning. “Just JJ’s makeover.”

Your eyes fell on Ivy’s handiwork, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, Ivy, I think Uncle JJ would look even fancier with some glitter.”

JJ groaned. “Don’t encourage her!”

“She’s got talent,” you replied, smirking as you kissed the top of Ivy’s head. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before teaching her how to ‘prank.’”

John B wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you said, leaning into him. “This is parenting gold.”

Later in the day, everyone piled into the van for a trip to the beach. You sat in the passenger seat, Ivy on your lap as John B drove.

“Mommy, can I wear Daddy’s hat?” Ivy asked, reaching for John B’s cap.

“It’s too big for you, kiddo,” he said, adjusting the rearview mirror.

“I don’t care,” Ivy replied, pouting.

“She’s definitely your kid,” you teased, nudging John B.

“Hey, I don’t pout,” he argued.

“Yeah, okay,” you said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from him. He reached over to squeeze your thigh playfully, his grin widening when you swatted his hand away with a laugh.

At the beach, Ivy wasted no time declaring herself “Queen of the Sandcastle” and assigning everyone roles. “Uncle Pope, you get the shells!” she commanded, pointing to the shoreline. “Auntie Kie, you do the decorations!”

“What about me?” JJ asked, crouching next to her.

“You dig the moat,” Ivy said matter-of-factly.

“And me?” John B asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re my helper, Daddy.”

“What about Mommy?”

Ivy thought for a moment. “Mommy gets to watch.”

You laughed, sitting back in your chair. “Finally, someone appreciates me.”

The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter and sand. The Pogues built an elaborate sandcastle that Ivy promptly destroyed, claiming it was “time for a big wave.”

“Kid’s got a Godzilla streak,” JJ said, shaking his head as Ivy stomped on the remains of their work.

“She gets it from you,” Kiara teased.

“Excuse me?” JJ replied, mock-offended. “I’m a builder, not a destroyer.”

“Sure you are,” Cleo said, smirking.

By the time the sun began to set, everyone was gathered around a bonfire. Ivy sat in John B’s lap, her eyelids drooping as she tried to stay awake.

“Tell me a story, Daddy,” she mumbled, her head resting against his chest.

“Alright,” he said, brushing her curls out of her face. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Ivy who was the bravest and smartest kid in the whole world.”

“That’s me!” she said sleepily, making everyone laugh.

“Yep, that’s you,” John B said softly, kissing her forehead.

You couldn’t help but watch the scene with a full heart. John B caught your gaze and smiled, tilting his head slightly. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “Just… I love you.”

His smile deepened as he reached out to take your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “I love you too.”

When you got back to the Chateau, Ivy was already asleep. John B carried her to bed, tucking her in with her favorite stuffed bunny while you cleaned up the sand-covered bags.

As he came back into the living room, you were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He flopped down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“She’s got everyone wrapped around her little finger,” he said with a chuckle.

“She’s got you wrapped the most,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

“Yeah, well,” he said, grinning as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m okay with that.”

You turned to face him, your hands finding their way to his chest. “You’re a good dad, you know that?”

He shrugged, his expression softening. “I try. But I’ve got you, so that makes it easier.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “We’re a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best,” he murmured, pulling you closer.

The sound of waves crashing in the distance filled the room as he kissed you again, slow and warm. Life with Ivy and the Pogues wasn’t always easy, but it was always full of love. And that was all you needed.

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kotegiris · 2 days ago

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[Card Story - Flure] A Knight's Oath

i had a request to translate more flure card stories so here you go! thanks again to a friend for sharing this card with me

Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter 1

※ Warning: This butler story contains spoilers for the event story “Butler’s Wedding Party”.

It is recommended to read up to chapter 15 of the event story before reading this.

For lords who are avoiding spoilers, please hit the button in the upper left corner to return.

………

-Several days after the party-

Due to Lato’s suggestion… I would be spending a day with each of the butlers.

Tomorrow is Flure’s turn. Feeling a little restless, I started walking around the mansion.

I noticed Flure’s voice coming from the library.

Flure: …So cool… I want to protect Aruji-sama like that too…

> Flure.

Flure: Uwaah…! Aruji-sama!?

> S-Sorry for scaring you.

Flure: N-No… I’m sorry for being loud.

Flure: I was so focused on this book… I was just surprised.

> What are you reading?

When I asked him… Flure closed the book and set it faced down.

Flure: U-Uhm… It’s a romance novel.

Flure: Uhm… Because of the wedding party… I was just thinking about how nice it is to have a lover…

Flure: So I decided to try reading a romance book.

> Oh, I see.

It must have been really interesting if he was that focused on it…

I turned my attention to the book and noticed the title on the book’s spine.

> “The Knight and the Princess’s Secret Romance”...?

Flure: Ah…!

Flure panicked and tried to hide the book’s spine, but… He quickly gave up and moved his hands away.

> Sorry, was I not supposed to find out…?

Flure: Uhm… No, that’s not it.

Flure: But since this book is… …About a romance between two people with a master-servant relationship…

> Huh?

Flure: ……No… Uhm…

Flure: …I’m just a bit embarrassed…Don’t worry about it.

> O-Okay

Flure: ……U-Uh…

> …What’s the book about?

Flure: It’s… Well, romance is a big part of the story, but…

Flure: The other parts of it are also great.

> Really?

Flure: Yeah. Just as the title says, it’s a love story between a knight and princess, but…

Flure: I really admire the knight’s strength and how he always saves the princess no matter how dangerous it is.

Flure: For example… In the scene where the two of them go to a field of flowers…

Flure: The princess gets attacked by a large group of bandits, and the knight protects her.

Flure: After that he makes an oath to her, “I will continue to protect you for the rest of my life”... He’s so cool…

Flure’s eyes were shining as he spoke. He really seems to admire the knight from the book.

Flure: Hah… I wish I was as cool as him…

> Flure…

Flure fiddled with the book like he was in deep thought. Then, he looked at me as if he had made up his mind.

Flure: Uhm, Aruji-sama…

Flure: If it’s okay with you… Can we go to a flower field together tomorrow?

> A flower field?

Flure: Yes. I thought about it while reading this book.

Flure: About how I want to go to a flower field with you like the knight from this book did.

Flure: Of course… Only if you didn’t have something else you wanted to do, though.

> Let’s go to a flower field.

Flure: Really?

> Yeah.

Flure: Thank you, Aruji-sama.

Flure: I really like the flower field scene…

Flure: I’m not trying to recreate that scene, but… How do I put it…

Flure: I’m very happy that I can go there together with you.

> Is that so?

Flure: …Fufu, well then… I’m gonna reread that scene.

Flure: I’m looking forward to tomorrow.

> Yeah.

Like that, I left the library so that I wouldn’t distract him.

-The next day-

Under the cloudless sky… Flure and I arrived at a flower field deep in the forest.

Flure: Isn’t it a beautiful field, Aruji-sama?

Flure: I’m sure that the field from the book also looked like this.

Flure happily led me to the middle of the field.

I wonder… Just what exactly was that scene like?

> What kind of scene was it?

Flure: Let’s see…

Flure: After the knight protected the princess from the bandits… He makes an oath to her.

> I see.

Flure: Ah, if it’s okay with you…

Flure: Can we recreate that scene now?

> Huh?

Flure: I’ve read that scene countless times, so… I think I can reenact it.

> Really?

Flure: Since we came to a flower field together… I kind of want to try doing it.

Flure: …Is that alright, Aruji-sama?

> Let’s give it a try.

Flure: Fufu… Thank you.

Flure: Then, uhm… I know it’s sudden, but can we start?

> Yeah.

Flure: …Then, here it goes…

Flure: ……Fuu…

Flure: …No matter what the future may hold… I will continue to protect you for the rest of my life.

Flure: More than any dangers we may face…

Flure: A life without you… Is many times more terrifying to me.

Flure: I…

Flure: Lo…Lo……Love….

Flure: ………I… love….

> Flure…?

Flure: ……Sorry, Aruji-sama…

Flure: U-Um… Could you wait a moment…? My face feels… a bit warm.

> Y-Yeah.

At first, he was able to coolly say the oath, but…

Right now, he’s completely red.

And as I thought about the words he was going to say… I felt the heat rising to my face too.

Flure: W-Well, you know… It’s a little embarrassing, isn’t it?

> Y-Yeah, it is…

Flure: …Aruji-sama. You’re blushing.

> …You’re blushing too.

Flure: Y-Yeah… I know…

Flure: ……Fufu. It’s kind of a mess, isn’t it?

Flure: I had it all thought out, but… It’s totally different when you’re right here in front of me.

Flure smiled as he said that, and I found myself smiling too.

After that, we tried several more times to recreate the scene from the book and enjoyed our time together.

Chapter 2

-A little later-

Flure: In the end… I’m still too embarrassed to say it.

> It’s okay.

Flure: Sorry you had to go along with it so many times.

> I don’t mind.

No matter how many times we tried… Flure wasn’t able to act out the scene to the very end.

Flure: O-Okay… This time I’ll do it for sure.

> You got this.

And so he opened his mouth to speak.

But it was at that moment…

BEEP! BEEP!

> T-The angel siren!?

When I hurriedly turned to look at Flure… The ominous sound of flapping wings resounded throughout the field.

Flap… flap…

Angel: “Die, for the sake of life…”

Flure: A-An angel…!

Flure pulled out his rapier and readied it towards the angel.

Flure: Aruji-sama…! Please release my demon’s powers!

> On it…!

You: “Come, sworn friends of the darkness. I summon thee.”

You: “By the Devil’s Contract, release the powers of Flure.”

Flure: Thank you, Aruji-sama!

Angel: “Die, for the sake of life…”

Clang!!

He stopped the angel’s attack, but… Due to the great force of it, Flure had a grim expression on his face.

Flure: Guh……!

> Flure, are you okay!?

Flure: I’m alright.

Flure: But…

Flure: Even though there are gaps in this angel’s attack… It’s incredibly fast…!

Flure: No matter what, stay by me.

> G-Got it…!

Angel: “Die, for the sake of life…”

Clang! Clang!

Flure skillfully used his rapier to fend off the angel’s attacks.

But the angel continued with its swift attacks.

> Flure…!

Flure: It’s okay…! Don’t worry, Aruji-sama.

Flure: It seems like… This angel isn’t that strong.

Flure: More importantly…

Flure: Aruji-sama, please try to stay as quiet as you can…

Flure: If the angel’s attention turns to you, then you’ll be in danger…!

Instead of replying, I vigorously nodded.

Flure gave me a fleeting glance and smiled reassuringly.

Flure: I… I’ll protect you to the end.

> (You got this, Flure…!)

Angel: “Die, for the sake of life…”

The angel flapped its wings and distanced itself from us.

And then… With incredible force, the angel charged at Flure.

> (Flure!!)

Flure: ……Hah!!

Stab…!!

Flure extended his arm just as the angel came close, and with his rapier, he pierced the angel’s body.

> (A-Amazing…!)

Angel: “D-Die, for… Di…e…”

Angel: ………

Then the angel’s light disappeared.

Flure: ……Hah…

> Flure, are you hurt?

Flure: I’m perfectly fine. Aruji-sama, are you injured?

> I’m okay.

Flure: I see… …I’m glad.

Flure: I…… defeated an angel on my own…

Flure: …I did it somehow… Thank goodness…

> Thanks for protecting me.

Flure: ……Of course.

Flure smiled with great joy.

Then the two of us decided to go back to the mansion to report about the angel.

-A little later-

After we finished giving our report… We decided to go on a walk together in the garden.

Step… step… step…

Flure: Today ended up being tiring.

> Yeah, it was.

Flure: To think we’d be attacked by angels… That was unexpected.

Flure: …And even though it was weak… I managed to defeat an angel by myself…

Flure: I… I was able to protect you…

Flure: …I’m so happy.

Flure: ……Maybe I'm a little too happy, but…

Flure: Just a little; I felt that… I was kind of like the knight from the book.

> You were very cool.

Flure: Aruji-sama…

> Let me say it again… Thank you, Flure.

Flure: I should be the one thanking you… …Thank you for being by my side.

Flure: I couldn’t use my bow since it was too close… Honestly, I was panicking…

Flure: But because you believed in me and trusted me to protect you… It gave me courage.

Flure: ……Maybe the knight from the book…

Flure: Also felt this way.

> Huh?

Flure: No matter who his opponent was… He was able to fight since he had his loved one by his side…

Flure: No matter how dangerous it was… He was able to face it since his loved one believed in him…

Flure: I feel like today I got stronger… because of you.

> Flure…

Flure: Uhm, Aruji-sama…

Flure: If it’s okay with you… Could we try to recreate that scene again right now?

Flure: I think… I’m brave enough to do it now.

> Yeah… I don’t mind.

Flure: Fufu… Thank you.

Flure: Then…

Flure: …No matter what the future may hold… I will continue to protect you for the rest of my life.

Flure: More than any dangers we may face…

Flure: A life without you… Is many times more terrifying to me…

Flure: I…

Flure: ……Towards (Name)-sama, I…

> (He called me by name…)

Flure: You’re special and dear to me… More so than anyone else.

Flure: …As your butler, this isn’t appropriate, but…

Flure: These feelings… I believe…… it’s “love”.

> L-Love…? > You mean…

Flure: I will always continue to protect you, so…

Flure: Believe in me and…

Flure: Please allow me to protect you.

> F-Flure…

Flure: ……O-Or something like that…

Flure: S-Sorry… I got a bit carried away…

> What you said just now…

Flure: …I couldn’t say the lines from the book word for word, so… I changed it a little.

As he said this with a blush on his face, Flure looked at me.

Flure: Aruji-sama… We were just doing a reenactment, but…

Flure: ……Everything I said… Those are my true feelings.

He gave me a reassuring smile while still blushing… And I felt my heart beat grow louder.

I wasn’t able to say it out loud, but Flure is way cooler than the knight from the book…

The two of us, with our faces bright red, locked eyes with each other.

END

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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 32

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: The Burning Of The Flame

Notes: Yeah... pretty nervous for this one.

Special Chapter Warnings: !!!! Spice/smut. Grinding. Scent-kink (lol). Foreplay(?) Manual stimulation F/recieving. Consensual. !!!

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn. Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter: 32/47

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Kaze led the three of you to a door at the far end of the castle, she took the key off of the lock and gave a stern look while letting you and Lancelot inside. It was just a normal, albeit large, bedroom. This was a small mercy they showed, they could have send you to the the dungeons.

“Forgive Arthur for his reaction.” Gawain said by the door frame. “They were lovers, him and Nimue. We are all grieving our Fey queen.”

“His skepticism is justified.” Lancelot said. “Only a fool would be so quick to trust.”

“Thank you.” Gawain deadpanned.

“I did not mean-” Lancelot sighed, realizing his blunder.

Gawain send an amused smile between you and Lancelot. “Fear not. This fool is a forgiving one.”

Lancelot was grateful for that. “Will you watch over Percival?”

Gawain chuckled. “You believe anyone is capable of keeping that boy out of trouble?” After seeing the concerned look in Lancelot’s eyes, he told him, “He will be safe. I will watch him. I promise.”

“Thank you.” you told the knight.

“Try to get some sleep.” Gawain said to the both of you, then directed himself to Lancelot, “And think of what you will say to them tomorrow. Your future here and among the Fey depends on it. I will come to collect you at dawn. Do not cause any trouble.”

Lancelot gave a respectful inclination of the head. “Thank you, Green Knight.”

Gawain gave a small tilt of the head too. Kaze moved past him to close the door. You heard the lock turn.

Lancelot had surrendered himself to the idea of spending his time locked inside a room. He walked to the chair, near a washbasin that stood on a small table, and put his cloak down on it. You could hear him breathe in relief of taking it off after having it on for an entire day again. He looked at you briefly, then at the washbasin, then back at you.

You didn’t realize how quiet you had been whilst thinking about all the things Arthur had summed up that Lancelot had done. It was his past and his greatest source of guilt. If you wanted to truly know him, you could not refuse to face the parts of him that carried the darkness.

He sensed something was off. “Have I done something to upset you?”

“It was not done recently.” you tried to breach the subject.

“This is about what the Manblood said.” It was a statement, he had seen the change in your eyes when Arthur spoke of his crimes against the Fey.

“I am sorry.” you felt awful to bring it up after how much effort he was showing to leave his past behind him. But you couldn’t just pretend that the past did not happen, it would not be healthy to live like that.

His eyes did not leave the floor anymore, he folded his hands behind his back to get a more confident posture again. “You have questions.”

The fear of upsetting him, of shattering what had grown, had set it’s claws in you. You went to sit on the bed, hating how close you were to crying just because you would have to speak of this to him. He’d know if you held back your thoughts and opinions, and in time that would cause a rift.

You spoke slowly, weighing every word before speaking it. “I want to start by telling you that I can see, and am proud, of the effort you have made to move away from your past as the Weeping monk.”

He breathed out sharply through his nose. “Do not feel like you have to spare me. I want you to speak your mind.”

Your throat felt too tight, by now he must have seen that your eyes threatened to spill your struggles out. “How could you torture someone like that?”

He pressed his eyes shut, the question had indeed hurt to hear. A heavy silence made it’s unwelcome entrance into the room. You felt nauseous from the stress it caused.

When he spoke, you could hear the pain laced in his voice, “I was taught that cleansing them would end their suffering from the influence of the Hidden, I never resorted to torture or cruelty when it was not needed. It was not in the way that Brother Salt acted, I found no pleasure in it. I did many things I abhorrent, blinded by fear of damnation and the dream of being the son Father wanted me to be. What I did was repulsive…” He shook his head and took a few paces towards the wall, his back facing you, his voice shook as he began to speak again, “I understand the conflict this causes in you.”

You tried to deny it, “It’s not-”

He would not hear the lie, “I can feel it in you.” he turned to face you again, “I cannot undo what I have done, neither will I deny it, I carry it all on my conscience. All I can do is atone for the pain I have caused. And if the heavens have mercy on me, I hope I will live long enough to see the day where I can look the Fey in the eyes and no longer see their hatred for me.” A whisper, “I fear I will not.”

“I shouldn’t have spoke of this… you’re not who you were then. I’m sorry… Gods, I’m sorry…” You covered your mouth, feeling it quiver. A tear escaped it’s cage and rolled down your cheek.

He knelt down at your side, stealing one of your hands for his own. “I value your honesty. Your conflict comes from your conscience, I will not blame you for feeling what any wise person would in these circumstances.”

It didn’t make you feel much better. You just wished things could be simpler.

“Look at me.” he said so quietly. “Look into my eyes and tell me that you can see that I am not who Father tried to make me be.”

It sounded like a plea, he was begging for you to see past the darkness and into the light he still held into his eyes. And you could not deny him that request, he was desperately trying to read your own as you were reading into his.

“You were always terrible at being who he wanted you to be.” your small smile accompanied the risky jest.

He scoffed and smiled, eyes falling away just for a second but they were quick to return to yours. “I made my peace with it.”

That look… that drifting gaze that had tried not to glance at your lips… that self-restraint when his attention faltered and his thoughts suddenly seemed to wander. It happened right before your very eyes, you didn’t have to guess what he was daydreaming about in those few seconds, the look he had right after he snapped himself out of it was enough to figure it out. He looked almost embarrassed about it. He was going to rise up from the floor, you could sense it and erased that thought in him just in time by touching his cheek. He had barely lifted an inch up from the floor before his knee touched the carpet again.

Your thumb traced the markings over his cheek and near his nose. “I see you grow beyond the chains they had put on you. You are doing so well.”

He held your hand in place against his cheek, leaning his head into the touch. “I do not wish to be without your faith in me. It is the only faith I cannot be without.”

To hear him openly denouncing the religion he had served for years was another sign that his loyalty had shifted away from it.

You let him keep hold of your hand. “You have my faith. Always.”

He turned your hand until your wrist faced him, his nose touched your inner wrist briefly and not two seconds later he kissed it. You had barely felt it and still it was enough for you to fear that he could hear your heart beat after it. He rose from the ground, released your hand, and returned to the washbasin to splash some water up into his face to refresh himself.

Not a word had been said between you about the kiss you had shared the previous night, as if it had been a common thing between you. And oddly enough it did not cause an awkward tension either, that was the part that confused you the most, how natural and normal it had felt for it to happen. You took off your satchel and jacket and put them over the foot of the bed. He had not shown an ounce of regret over last night. Was it wrong to act on the attraction felt towards him? Is that perhaps what he desired too? Having him voice that out loud would be as simple as turning water into wine. But maybe you could test it…

You began to open the top of your bodice to take it off, glancing back over your shoulder at him with the most innocent look you could muster. Water was dripping down from his nose, his eyes snapped back to the washbasin. He had been watching you. You only opened the bodice enough to see if the small red spot that you had seen on your chest at the healer’s house was still there. An insect bite from traveling through the forest, nothing more, the healer had said. Yet now it proved an excellent excuse to call for someone’s help.

“I have a red mark on my chest.” You feigned worry, “I think it’s infected.”

His attention was on you immediately, “Does it hurt?”

It didn’t. “It feels warm.”

He dried his hands on the towel, put it down next to the basin again, and approached.

You were curious to see just how strong of will he still was to keep to the vow. “Could you look at it and tell me if it’s something I should worry about?”

He failed to answer, suddenly realizing what that would include.

“Please?” A hint of pride filled you when you were able to keep an innocent expression and tone.

He regained his composure and got closer to you whilst you stood up from the bed. “Where?”

You got even closer and pulled the neck of the shirt down a little to show him the red spot. “Here.” You tapped a finger right beside it.

It was that one step closer that you had taken that made him understand the web he had willingly walked himself into. This was not truly meant to be an innocent request, were you seducing him?

“Can you see it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think it is infected?”

“No.”

Holding back a cheeky smile took all your effort, he had not even blinked since he started looking at the insect bite.

Thank the gods short simple answers were enough, because he doubted he could say much more now that he was allowed to set his gaze at your bosom.

Your tone got playful, you couldn’t resist. “Are you certain?” You got brave. “Do you need a better look?”

His eyes snapped up to yours and narrowed a bit. “Why are you asking this of me?”

With an innocent pout you answered, “Because I know you’ll help.”

The pout was impressive. But your dilated pupils betrayed your true thoughts.

He touched one of the corners of the bodice that were opened, tip of his finger grazing over it. “You know I have been a monk all my life until the day I fought the Trinity Guard. Then why do you consider it proper to present yourself to me this way?”

The change in his voice made your heart race. “I am presenting myself to Lancelot, not to the Weeping Monk.”

His fingers stroked along your chin and jaw, and when that got a positive reaction he cupped the side of your neck and let his thumb tickle the skin just below your ear.

Love? Lust? You dared not name it. About one thing you were certain and that was that it felt right.

You leaned your head into his touch. “Will you sleep in the bed with me tonight?”

The question had silenced him, you could see how nervous he got even though he truly did his best to hide it. The self-consciousness radiated off of him, as if he was imagining all the scenarios of doom that could present themselves.

“Like we did when we moved our cots together.” you softly kneaded at his arm. “I will understand if you do not want to, I just want you to know that I have no objection to it.”

He took a moment to think, placing a hand on your hip whilst doing so. You let him pull you closer into something that easily resembled an embrace with his arm hooked around you, his nose touched the side of your head. “I could sleep next to the bed…”

“You could.” you said.

After a pause, he swallowed hard. “But I wish to hold you, much like this, as we sleep.”

That sounded like the perfect plan, and you voiced that opinion in a whisper, “I would love that.”

For a second it felt like he was going to kiss your temple, but he restrained himself at the last moment. You turned your head, accidentally brushing your nose against his, then kept still when realizing how close his mouth truly was. First he did nothing, as if to assess the situation, then his hand returned to your neck, cupping your head at the back in a firm but not painful way. The display of control did not frighten you in the least, quite the opposite, it was thrilling. His gaze was solely on your lips, he leaned in and kissed them. With your head cupped in his hand he easily had control, still he reacted very appreciative when you stole that control right back. You had to hold on to his arm when he deepened the kiss. He was the sea that pulled you into it’s unpredictable waves, gentle, unyielding. Being at their mercy thrilled you to no end.

He halted only to whisper against your lips. “Is this alright?”

“Uhu.” you nodded and crashed your mouth to his again.

He felt so similar to the fire that ran into your veins, so equally strong and unpredictable. Your lips were worshiped by his own, his breaths like whispered prayers gracing over them. What was there to teach him? Why bother when the way he learned by himself was with such eagerness? A quiet curse slipped past your lips at the sensations spreading itself through you. It was the incentive for him to dig the pads of his fingers into the back of your head and put you completely at his mercy. He was all consuming, never yielding, and as fierce as he was in battle. The complete opposite you would have thought him to be after a life of chastity. By gripping a firm hold on his collar and pushing him a little, he freed your lips.

“Gods…” your voice shook.

He had not stopped looking at your mouth, hypnotized by every small movement it made.

You felt your limbs shake. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Why?” His gaze followed the curve of your bottom lip.

A nervous chuckle fell. “You don’t know what you’ll start.”

His fingers were lightly scratching at the back of your neck, sliding up and down over your skin and you felt a chill run down your spine.

“Then I shall see where it ends.” he said matter-of-factually and stole the freedom of your lips again with his own.

Under that stoic mask he wore was a searing passion that slipped out, inch by inch, it enveloped you in it’s tempting allure. You had to turn your head to the side to catch your breath, your racing heart proved an enemy. The more you had of him, the more you wanted. He smiled and took it as an excellent opportunity to kiss the side of your cheek just next to your ear. While you tried to regain your senses, he slowly continued moving his mouth over your cheek and jaw until you took hold of his chin.

The question you feared asking tumbled out, “Why did you kiss me in the inn?”

“I cannot resist.” His mouth hovered over yours. “You are constantly in my thoughts.” He locked eyes with you, a hint of concern. “Do you not want the same?”

“I do want this.” You had hoped he’d admit to a deeper reason for it, but you weren’t going to drag it out of him either, he would tell you when he was ready to do so.

Hearing your answer brought a smile to his face and you knew right then and there that the sight of a beautiful sunset could never compare to it. He tried to lock it on your lips again but you leaned back and saw a brief flash of disappointment in his eyes that was rather endearing to witness.

You tried not to look at his lips and be tempted. “You’re so eager.”

He read your eyes and knew you were not complaining, a boyish smile curved his lips. “Is that a problem?”

There was a hint of sincerity under that question that he hid under a jesting tone. “Not at all. I appreciate your efforts. But might I suggest we prepare to sleep? If you continue like this, I won’t be able to put my mind to rest.”

Curiosity filled his eyes as he let go of you. “Why would you not be able to put your mind to rest?”

You stepped away from him and walked to the furthest side of the bed, undoing the rest of your bodice to sleep comfortably. “I would be thinking about all the other things we could be doing instead of sleeping.”

He watched you for a few seconds, distracted, then began to dress down to his shirt as well. He cleared his throat and tried to sound casual to hide how timid he was about asking, “Other things?”

You looked at him, unlacing the bodice in a quick manner. It took a few seconds before you chose how to say it and jested with a playful grin, “Like performing our marital duties.”

It was the truth laced with a jest, for you feared how he’d respond if you were bolder about the truth of it. He reacted as well to it as you had imagined, by accidentally letting his sword belt drop to the floor. He snatched it up from the floor not a second later, wincing at the sound it had made.

He put the sword belt down on the withered chair that stood against the wall, composing himself and finding back the courage he often relied on. A very quiet, “Not tonight.”

You nearly dropped the bodice from your hands. That was not the response you had expected to the jest. ‘Not tonight’? Did that mean he was actually considering it?

He let that hang in the air between you, doing his best not to look in your direction. Had this been too bold to say? Had you just been jesting to him without actually meaning it?

You didn’t really know what to say to that revelation, but could sense that he was hoping for a reaction. You placed the bodice neatly over the foot of the bed to prevent it creasing more than it already had.

The air was loaded by unspoken words between you, he could feel it weigh his courage down. The words got stuck in his throat, “I did not mean to… I do not expect-…”

After some more silence passed, you quietly asked, “Have you been thinking about renouncing the vow?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, taking some of the sheet in his fist to release some of the tension in his muscles, and spoke so quietly you could barely hear, “I have reoccurring thoughts that complicate the vow I took.”

You approached the other side of the bed and climbed in, sitting upright against the pillows. “What sort of thoughts?”

He didn’t turn to look at you, as if he was ashamed and afraid he wouldn’t be able to admit to them. “You will consider me a degenerate.”

“Tell me.”

“I cannot.”

Your hand touched his shoulder blade. “Remember how we agreed that it felt good to speak openly to each other?”

He was quiet for a while again, his hand holding on to the edge of the mattress betraying his inner turmoil. Then he turned his head just enough so that he could see you from the corner of his eyes. “When you had me inspect that bite on your chest, I could not stop myself from thinking how it would feel to-”

You saw him take a deep breath, his nose tinting. “To what?”

He pressed his eyes shut, as if to shield them from a physical hit to come. “To touch you,” it came out in a shaking breath, “Indecently.”

“Indecently?” You bit back a smirk.

He heard the change in your tone and finally dared to look at you. “You are not insulted?”

Seeing him so worried made you all the more eager to help him be more confident with those matters. “Why would I be insulted to hear you say you that? It only makes me curious to know what you would do if I would allow you to act on those thoughts.”

His brow arched, as if the admission had taken him by surprise, he had seen the way your interest was genuinely piqued by his spoken secret.

Your fingers took a light hold on his sleeve, tugging at it to tempt him into coming closer. “I may have similar thoughts about you. I may seek to sate the same ache that you do.”

He needed a few seconds to process that confession. His voice was very quiet, “Do you?”

You gave a timid smile and nodded. “I was afraid of telling you. I know it is not a simple decision for you to make and I want you to take your time in doing so.”

That hold on the edge of the mattress disappeared as he let himself be drawn closer, he tried to be comfortable by just turning his body more, but ended up just taking place on the bed beside you. His shoulder leaned against the headboard as he faced you. “I do not known how to handle this.” he confessed. “It is maddening how it overtakes my mind.”

“Is it?” Your curiosity grew more and more. The more he spoke of it, the warmer you got. Just hearing him admit it was already titillating.

He kept his eyes on the sheets as he struggled to speak of it openly. “I thought I could dampen the frustration it gives me by kissing you, but it worsens.”

Your gaze swept over his face, memorizing every detail about it. “Is it an ache?”

His brows lifted a little as he nodded. “I have never had this problem before.”

It was saddening to see how he struggled with something so natural. Even talking about it was difficult, perhaps because it only increased the ache in him.

You touched a stray hair that hung in his eyes and brushed it out of the way. “There are other ways to take that ache away. And besides those, there is also nothing wrong with taking care of this need yourself, you do not have to fear that I would be upset about it.”

He knew what you were trying to say. He could put a hand around himself and free himself from the pent up frustration. But…

Second of silence passed before he spoke a secret he never thought he’d share, “I tried. But become too abashed to continue.”

You hoped to understand. “Because of what the scriptures said?”

“That is one reason.” He stretched his leg a bit more.

“What is the other, if I may ask?” your voice was calm.

He struggled to say it, “I do not feel worthy of it.”

It was heartbreaking to hear. “Lancelot.”

“How can I bring myself, allow myself,…” He shook his head a little, disappointed in himself. “Pathetic…”

“It is not pathetic, Lancelot.” your voice was firm. “And you are not unworthy of pleasure, that is the scriptures poisoning your mind.”

He found it difficult to speak of it, there was such much shame in him that he was taught to carry. “You must find me a fool for how I vowed to forsake it. And now I have to face the repercussions.”

It was shocking to hear that he thought so low of himself just because he was loyal to a promise he made. “Don’t say that. It’s not true. You are not a fool for wanting to keep a vow.”

“I do not want to keep it.” he said resolute. “It has put me in a cage that I do not know how to free myself from, in here…” he put a finger to the side of his head, his voice quieter and pained, “I do not want to remain chained to the Church.”

You brushed a hand along his arm, soothing him. “In time, your life as a monk will be nothing more than a past life. Take small steps away from it, it doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as you keep going on the path that you want to take.”

He was grateful to hear it and reached out to move you closer to him. His fingers toyed with the fabric of your shirt at the waist. “Show me…”

He never had to speak such things out loud before, it felt like a bridge he still had to cross in his mind, if only he knew how. All he knew was what he had overheard from the conversations of others, mostly from the paladins. And it never sounded like a woman received much out of an intimate encounter. They spoke of it like it was nothing more than an itch to be scratched and nothing else mattered but the relief it would bring them. If you spoke of it so unashamedly and openly, there had to be more to it. He had seen not a hint of fear in your eyes at the possibility of it happening, only interest, and why would one be interested if it was not rewarding? Until now he had never understood the appeal to seek out and fulfill this carnal need, until now… until you.

“Huh?” you frowned, confused what he meant.

“Those other ways.” he hoped his tone would be enough explanation.

That was a request you didn’t want to deny him. “Are you sure?”

“I am.” he said quite calm.

A speck of uncertainty was on your mind. You suddenly felt really nervous at the idea that he, someone you truly cared for, was asking you to explore this with him. What if you went too fast? Or upset him? What if he wouldn’t speak to you afterwards anymore? What if it went so bad that you couldn’t face him?

You fidgeted with the pillow. “I don’t want to ruin things between us.”

He placed his hand over your fidgeting one. “There is nothing you could do that I would not forgive you for.” Another confession came, “After our unfortunate encounter in the forest where you fled from me, I told Father I wanted you with me. And I always will. If I were to lose you I would seek you in everyone I would meet for the rest of my life.”

You stared at him, stunned. “You actually told Father Carden that you wanted me with you?”

He looked down at your hand. “Yes. I could not even feel the wounds after I went to the scourge, because all I could think of was that had I lost you. No pain compared to it.” His brows drew together. “Do you understand what you mean to me? Know how much I trust you?”

You knew he cared about you, but this… this ran deeper than you had ever hoped for. To be that important to someone… for the first time in your life… You took hold of his hand to settle down your emotions. For a while, all you did was absentmindedly play with his fingers and admire the beauty of his hand.

He spoke quietly, “Do you not feel this attraction between us?”

“I feel it.” You had felt it for quite some time.

You let your index finger touch his cheek, ran it over his stubble, and traced it over his lips. “You have a very nice mouth.”

He arched a brow, and that mouth curved into a cheeky smile at the unexpected compliment. “Do I?”

“Shut up.” You felt the teasing coming.

He stayed quiet and let your fingers continue their exploration over his features. You couldn’t help but look at his markings, how they were more defined compared to your own, they fitted him so well. The markings made his eyes stand out like the moon above the sea on a clear night. You could not deny this man, not with the way he was looking at you and those eyes filled with silent awe. After a few seconds, you took one of his hands and slowly placed it on your collarbone.

“You thought of touching me ‘Indecently’, you said?” you wondered out loud while guiding the hand down to a breast, “Like this?”

He blinked a few times rapidly, like he wasn’t sure if this was truly happening or if he was stuck in on of his daydreams.

When no response came, you teased it out of him, “Or did you imagine it without my shirt in the way?”

He took a breath through his mouth, already feeling too overwhelmed to speak.

His heart was going so fast he feared it would be the end of him if that shirt came off. And still, he felt himself on the verge of saying ‘yes’, the shirt was ‘in the way’ and if he was braver he’d help you take it off if you were inclined to do so. Instead he kept quiet, fighting the urge to close his hand over the soft curve that radiated warmth.

The long delay in response worried you. “Too much?”

He shook his head a little, daring to let his thumb circle over you. “Let me-…”

You waited for him to finish what he was about to say but it seemed that even he didn’t know anymore, it made you chuckle a little. It was that reaction that made him let out a breath of relief, it had broken through the nervousness inside of him, he smiled content. Those smiling lips locked on your own and you began to caress his chest.

Showing and receiving affection, through touch and reassurance, exhilarated him more than battle ever had. He heard your quiet noises in his ear when he latched his mouth to the bottom of your jaw. All the stories he had heard being shared among the paladins, and none had ever mentioned how blessing it was to just touch and explore what was pleasant for all involved.

Your hand moved to rest on his, and you gave him a clear signal by making him close his hand over the curve of your breast. “You’re allowed.”

He moved his body closer and almost politely kissed your throat just below your jaw. Every touch of his was a calculated one, he went about it with caution, like he feared you’d suddenly slap him. To get that fear out of his head you snaked your fingers into his hair to massage his scalp, humming content. His hot breath against your neck was heavenly and sending shivers down your spine.

The way you bit your lip, how you tried to hold back those enthusiastic sounds… The smile that curved your lips… He loved this. His hand curved around what had been offered so generously, feeling the warmth of your body through the fabric.

You rubbed at his chest feeling him through his shirt, letting him set the pace. There was no haste in him as he slowly indulged in these carnal desires that had build up in him. Sometimes you felt ticklish when his stubble moved against your throat and your quiet giggling only seemed to motivate him. It was a slight risk you took when you slipped a hand under his shirt and grazed it over his abdomen. A small gasp fled him, but he muffled it by kissing your neck.

This continued for a little while, and you were careful not to come across as hasty. Your hand skimmed to where his heart was, feeling it beat under your palm in a quickened pace. Your head tilted to kiss him, surprising him by sucking on his top lip, then lightly tugging at his bottom one with your teeth. He let out an appreciative sound. His hand wandered down and your breathing quickened when feeling it slip under your shirt. It was not long before he began to copy what you were doing, as your hand grazed over his chest and abdomen, he did the same to you. But he did it so shyly, so very careful not to frighten or cross a boundary, and that just made you want him more.

You moved a little, to be able to hook your leg over his hip, sliding closer against him. It was then that you felt how his body was responding, his hardness was near your groin. His mouth broke away from yours at the sudden intimate contact. He clearly felt self-conscious, perhaps even ashamed or embarrassed. To calm his nerves, you kissed along his neck, gently sucking the skin at some spots.

He had closed his eyes, feeling every single one of his senses being overwhelmed. Somehow your scent had gotten even better than it already was, and you were around him like a cloak. He never wanted this to end, never wanted to leave this room again. By hooking your leg around him, you had trapped him in your web and he was a willing prey. His hardness was against you and you showed not a single discomfort, on the contrary, it was as if you enjoyed to feel what your affections did to him.

He got a little bolder, touching you a little firmer, moving his hips a little closer. There was a pause then, one needed for both to catch some air. He shuddered.

“We have so much to catch up on…” you said between breaths for air.

He nodded in a quick manner, then locked his lips to yours again with a certain urgency. He kissed differently now, deeper, harder, claiming your mouth for himself.

You arched into him to show your willingness to frolic in the bed with him. “I am going to show you just how worthy I think you are.”

He sought an answer in your eyes for a question he did not dare to ask aloud. His answer was given when you sat upright all of a sudden, and as you had anticipated he did the same. With your hands on his shoulders, you pushed him back until he laid down. With a hand on his chest you made him remain so, so that you could straddle and sit down in his lap. His hands were trembling when you took hold of them and placed them on your hips.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me.” You saw his widened eyes gaze up into yours. “So many things can bring relief. It does not have to include taking one’s clothes off. It could be as simple as this.”

“What should I do?” he sought your guidance.

“You lay back.” You brushed a hand over his chest. “And tell me that you are willing to follow my ‘orders’.”

His eyes darkened with interest instantly. He gave a slow nod.

You hadn’t thought that he would so willingly let you be the one in control. “If I do something you do not want or are not ready for, tell me to stop or push me off.”

“I will not push you off.” he said sternly. “We speak openly, as we agreed to.”

You leaned down to peck his lips and put a hand on his chest to stop him when he tried to claim your mouth for himself again. Gingerly you caressed his chest, then his arms, his neck…

And when he placed a hand on your waist you knew he was inviting you to continue. It was a bold choice to let your fingers hook under the hem of the shirt he wore, craving the skin to skin contact you had not felt in so long. He knew what you were trying not to ask of him, to drown out his own nerves he brought his lips to yours. A slow and tender kiss filled the millions of questions and wishes shared between you. Bravely your hand skimmed under the shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. Lightly you tapped your fingertips on his lower abdomen, it bordered on being in a ticklish manner.

“Can I take your shirt off?” you asked politely.

“I thought clothes could remain on?” The wit came out of him and he smirked up at you.

You were tongue-tied for a moment and wished you could escape from his view.

He loved to see you flustered, even though you had so bravely crawled into his lap. “Why do you want to take my shirt off?”

It was the truth that you told him, unable to hide the hint of sadness in your voice. “I miss feeling warm skin against me. I miss the intimacy.”

Three seconds passed before he moved to sit upright and took off his shirt, he threw it next to the bed. It filled your heart to witness it, you cupped his face and kissed him. His chest was so warm you could feel the heat of him through your shirt. You parted from his lips and pushed him down again in a more demanding manner, he did not seem to mind in the slightest, a smile curved his lips the second his head hit the pillow.

“You are incredibly attractive.” your gaze swept over him “It should be a sin to withhold your beauty from the world.”

He looked down at his chest and could not see past the scars and bandages. “You do not have to say this. I know the damage that has been done to my body.”

You would not hear him bring himself down, not here and now, not like this. “These scars take nothing away of your beauty.” Your touch grew unmistakably lascivious as your palm glided downwards over his chest. “I’m glad to sit in the lap of someone so handsome.”

He tried to move up to kiss you, you held him down and it made him chuckle. “Why are you in my lap? Not that I am complaining.”

You made yourself comfortable, putting a hand on his chest to support yourself a little more. “For this.”

At a slow and steady pace you began to move on him, rolling your hips, gently grinding into him. After doing it three times, he understood your intention. His hands were restless and decided on holding your waist, his lips parted. Not a single sign of discomfort came from him, on the contrary, you could feel him relax under you.

“Alright?” you kept a close watch on his reaction.

His slowly nodded a few times, watching you move on top of him. He looked like he could not fully believe it. There was nothing smug or arrogant in his eyes now, instead they were filled with undeniable wonder that you were doing with him.

“You are are going to sleep so well tonight after this. I promise you that.” You held back on saying too much, yet to learn what he’d like to hear and what would encourage him further.

You teased his lower abdomen, brushing your hand over it but stopping before it got too close to his groin, you kept repeating it to build up the desire in him. His nose and cheeks flushed, the pink hue even overtook some of his neck. It was worth every second of effort. You tried your best to roll yourself into him in a seductive manner, and he needed little convincing.

You felt him hard against your inner thigh and decided to make a lighthearted comment, “That is not the hilt of a dagger you’ve hidden there, or is it?”

The poor man was visibly embarrassed by the natural response you had been drawing out of him. “Forgive me.” He blurted out, “I cannot help it.”

“Flattering.” A cheeky smile curved your lips. His reactions proved that he was sensitive to friction. “I’ve heard that denying your urges can make you more sensitive.”

He agreed on that with a knowing look, admitting to it. You teased his abdomen with the tips of your fingers playfully and started to move on him again.

He had feared embarrassing himself, but when you just gently seemed to enjoy moving into his lap shame was quick to settle down.

“Oh…hm…” he said so very quietly and tried to keep his own hips still. Almost did his eyes roll back into his skull.

It was lovely to see him slowly grow more comfortable. “Not so frightening, is it?”

He held on to your hips, fingers dipping into them a little. “It-” A sound caught in his throat. “Feels good.”

“Good.” You rubbed his chest with both hands a bit greedy. “May I try to make it even better?”

His widened pupils looked up at you with inquiry, a small nod. You positioned your legs a little differently, sitting more firmly into his lap, his hardness against your groin. For a few seconds you just sat still, trying to tame your own lust at feeling him against you so intimately. His grip on your hips had changed, he had tried to sit a little upright at feeling the difference in contact and when that failed he just got a firmer hold on your hips to keep you there. His signal could not have been more clear.

“Tell me when it’s too much.” You saw his mouth tremble when he exhaled.

The request tumbled out of him, “Do what you did before.”

You rocked your hips again, a slow roll of them, “This, you mean?”

His shoulders sank into the pillow, his hips moved just a little upward. “Yes.”

At a steady pace, you enjoyed letting him feel the pleasure he had been forbidden to have for so long. And seeing him slowly lose his composure was something you reveled in. One slight shift of his hips and he had changed the angle just enough so he could sit upright and pull you close against him, chest to chest. With his guiding hand on your hip, you continued your lascivious behavior.

Your fingers curled into his hair while praising him. “I love to do this with you, I love the sounds you make.”

He began to trail his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, until they found the spot beneath your ear that carried your scent so strongly.

The pressure in his groin was coming to a height. His body was begging for it.

He took hold of your hips firmer, holding you so that his movements met your own well. Carnal instinct was kicking in at the pleasure it brought.

You were going to cause him to ruin his trousers. And he would have begged you for it if you would have stopped.

When he began to instinctively move his hips into you, you did not expect the friction to stimulate you too. By breathing calmly, you tried to keep the feeling under control. But he seemed to learn that having a matching rhythm was even more pleasurable, and not even you could hide your body’s reaction when your back arched as he moved his groin against you. To feel him so eager, so willing and attentive… it made you feel desired. He tried to see your eyes but you were quick to place your head unto his shoulder, suddenly self-conscious. Moving became instinctual, he was chasing what he so desired. And that knowledge, along with the friction, caused your breath to hitch.

He did not expect his ears to be blessed by a sound that he hoped he would never forget again, it kicked into his core and spread his warm blood all throughout himself quicker.

“Lancelot…” you breathed into his ear just as he grounded into your harder.

His response was not a surprise. He came undone hard, jolting a bit under you while emitting a moan that betrayed how desperate he had been to feel such a release. Holding your hips down so he could move against you as he twitched.

You scratched at the back of his scalp as he calmed down, he held you close but his hold was loose from the exertion. You held him in your embrace, head resting on his shoulder, and that lasted for minutes. Then he began to brush his hand over your back when his heart and head started to return to the world around him. Your embrace tightened a little. It put him at an advantage, and with one swift move he had you with your back down on the bed instead of him.

He took in a deep breath, stared down into your eyes, then wordlessly began to kiss your neck. His hand came to your thighs, wasting little time to slip between them. From surprise you clenched them shut. His mouth parted from yours but did not stray further than and inch. The unspoken request hanged in the air and you answered by kissing him again and relaxing your legs. He felt up your inner thigh lightly, but was quick to cup you through the fabric of your trousers. A breath got stuck in your throat as he gingerly brushed over it once very slowly before withdrawing his hand.

Then you felt his fingers under the hem of your shirt, moving it up to touch your bare abdomen. His intention got clear when he gingerly went for the waistband of your trousers.

You didn’t know how to respond to his forwardness. “Lancelot?”

He recalled what you had told him. “You feel the same ache. I can learn.”

Wide wide eyes you stared up at him, he brought his lips to your own. The way his mouth moved with yours was different now, there was no haste in him when he kissed you deeply. His hand slipped under your waistband, you slipped your tongue briefly past his lips and he took that as a clear invitation to try the same. His hand snaked between your thighs, reaching it’s destination without delay or distraction. You gasped when he was bold enough to cup your warmth into his hand without warning.

“You’re wet…” he uttered more to himself.

You realized he might needed this explained to him. “I-…. it’s normal. It happens when uhm…”

“I know.” He brushed the bottom of his palm against you. “You are aching. As I was.”

He only had a vague idea of how to tend to that ache. He had heard descriptions, but the actual act was often very different.

“Let me aid you.” he asked with a certain determination

“Wait.” you said.

He stilled instantly, having heard the confusion in your tone. The way he was so quick to… had he truly not done anything of the sort before or was that a white lie?

“Have you done such a thing before?” you asked.

The initiative he displayed had confused you. It must have seemed to you like he had not been truthful about his lack of experience regarding this.

“I have not.” he admitted with a timid small smile. “Only heard others speak of it.”

You understood that he was just trying to advance his skill. “By ‘others’ you mean paladins?”

He got quiet and you touched his lower arm. His hand was still in your trousers and caressing your inner thigh, it was only adding to the desire that you tried to keep within bounds to be able to think clearly.

You gave him the opportunity to rethink this. “It is not obligated to do this for me-”

He stopped you there. “I want to.”

You worried he was pushing past his boundaries too fast, just to please you, just to feel worthy. “It’s not necessary. I know this has been a lot for you already to experience-”

He cupped you again and you couldn’t help but close your legs at the feeling it send through you. There was no hiding your response, your eyes had fallen shut and the grip on his arm got stronger, the noise in your throat was barely contained.

“I believe it is necessary.” It was a cheeky statement after seeing your reaction. He nearly whispered, “Let me help.”

Your hand glided down over his arm to let it join the one that was stroking over your thigh, to show him how to do what he wished to do for you. “Hold your fingers over mine, feel what I do.”

With the pads of his fingers he felt how yours moved against yourself. His nose picked up on the scent of your arousal and his throat went dry.

Of course it made you feel self-conscious, but that faded when he showed the patience to learn. It was interesting to him, you could tell, and you didn’t mind being studied under those heavenly eyes. He kissed your forehead, brushed his nose against yours affectionately, took over from your fingers when he felt confident enough to try for himself. You did appreciate that he let you guide him, that he listened when you gave some useful instructions on how to please you. He began to kiss you slow and deep whilst his fingers massaged intimately.

It had been so long since you had that ache met. And you were sensitive much like he had been. “Gods, I love your hands.”

He smirked into the kiss, feeling you move your hips into his touch. “I can tell.”

You swatted his shoulder playfully for the wit he was giving. He touched you with more confidence, the playful tone had been set and it drowned out the nervousness in both that caused restraint.

“Just keep going.” you feigned bossiness.

“Like this, you mean?” He did enjoy to see you try and act this way. “Or perhaps like this?” He changed the pace of his fingers and the angle.

By reflex you grabbed hold on his arm, taken off-guard by how good that change felt. You felt the tightening in your core begin. “Keep doing that. Just…” you swallowed hard, moaning in the back of your throat, “Just like that.”

He got as close as he could, seeing the change in you. “You enjoy feeling my hand between your legs?”

If it was his intention to arouse you further, it was working. And those eyes filled with fascination worked wonders too.

“I do.” You moved against his hand, following the rhythm.

He couldn’t help but fantasize about it not being his hand but his…

“Yes?” A hint of arrogance under his smile. “Would you allow it more often?”

If this is how good he could make it feel, you’d undoubtedly crave for it. “You would do this again with me?”

He hummed in approval. “Every time you wish for it.” His affections were causing you to start breathing heavily. “Breathe, Little Ember.”

It would have been easier to breathe if he wasn’t massaging you to your release, and you could feel you were close to coming undone.

He saw your breathing change and knew you were on the edge. He spoke into your ear in that warm timbre he only reserved for you because he knew you liked it. “Just breathe…”

Your grasp on his arm got so strong you wondered how it didn’t seem to hurt him, and it didn’t stop him either.

“Lancelot… I…” You couldn’t take much more, everything you wished to say came out as a moan.

He couldn’t stop watching you gasp and moan. “You made me ruin my trousers, I will grant you that same favor.”

He moved until his leg was between your legs, to make you keep yours open for his manual stimulations. You felt a change in his confidence and actions, he moved his fingers with a clear goal in mind. But it was the determined and focused expression in his eyes that pushed you to your height. You cupped his neck and drew him in close, he rested his forehead against yours and you whimpered not an inch away from his lips. Your gaze wove together with his, fueling your arousal further.

To have your eyes on him, while you writhed under him from the pleasure he brought you, was so delicately intimate to him. The quiet praise you whispered into his ear mended a part of him inside that had once been broken. He was ‘doing so good’ and his scent was apparently ‘incredible’ according to your praise. The sweet things kept spilling from your lips.

Another whimper fled your lips. “Lance-”

He kissed your forehead. “Breathe. Let it come…”

The gentle encouragement was all that was needed. You came undone, trying to clench your legs shut but his hand stayed where it was. You muffled your cries and whimpers of pleasure against his shoulder, not expecting that the scent of him only made the the feeling stronger. His pace slowed down, but he did not stop his stimulation until the last moan left your lips.

Seeking relief for carnal needs had many different solutions, this was the lesson he had learned. He couldn’t stop brushing his lips to your temple, your neck, your lips… as you laid so beautifully sated, your eyes were closed as your breathing slowly calmed down again. He moved his hand out of your trousers and grazed over your abdomen in a soothing manner. It did not feel real, he had fallen into a dream he never wished to wake from again.

Slowly your eyes opened, but you could feel how tired you had gotten, he could read it from your eyes and brought the sheets over your form.

“Rest.” He kissed your forehead. “I need to handle a matter first, I’ll come to bed then.”

You tried to pull him back into the bed, but he chuckled and broke free. He brushed a hand through his hair and walked to the washbasin. You understood what he needed to do and turned over in the bed to grant him the privacy to do so should he so need it. There was the rustling of his trousers, and when he let out a quiet sigh you began to titter quietly.

He still heard it, and as he wettened one of the rags he spoke to you, “Does it amuse you to have ruined my trousers?”

“Yes.” you bluntly answered without shame.

“I hope I get them clean, I do not wish to-” he paused, then said something to himself that you couldn’t hear.

“Do you need a hand?” You knew exactly what you were teasing him with and wondered if he would catch on.

A pause. “No. It is washing out.” Another pause. Nervous rustling. “Did you think I would not understand what a provocative question that was?”

More tittering you tried to muffle with the sheet. “I am trying to make you feel at ease.”

“I am at ease.” He discarded the wet rag. “I am reminiscing about what we have just done.”

“Did you like it?” You resisted the desire to look over your shoulder at him.

He wettened a fresh rag and approached the bed again, sitting down on the edge but moving his knee on the mattress to get closer to you.

“How can you question that?” he said quietly, a hint of worry in his voice.

You couldn’t think of an answer before he reached out and began to pet your head, stroking his thumb over your cheek. The way he looked at you now, it had you quiet as a mouse. In the dim candlelight his skin had a sort of glow that just made you think of the warmth of sunlight.

“Come here.” he said, moving the sheets off of you a little.

You saw the damp cloth in his hand. “Is that for me?” he nodded and you reached for it, but he didn’t let you take it.

“Let me tend to you.” To him it was only logical to take care of the mess he had started and caused. “Please.”

“Alright, if you wish to.” Your answer was just spoken, and he lifted the waistband of your trousers with his free hand to give access to his other.

It was done so respectful towards your modesty, he never showed intent to bare you for his eyes. With the damp rag he freshened you up, folded it and used it again to be meticulous. Then he withdrew his hand from your trousers and even tied the knot in the cords again for you.

That willingness to serve, a remainder of his past. A serene act of devotion that you never thought you’d experience. “No one ever did that for me.”

His eyes lifted up to yours. “I respect you, and you deserve to be treated as such.”

You stared at him for a moment, smiled warmly. “Kiss me. And come sleep next to me.”

That rag was simply dropped next to the bed, and as he moved to lay beside you he did not waste those few seconds and kissed you. His mouth did not part from yours until he was already laying next to you for a bit. With your nose mere inches from his, you slowly drifted off into sleep.

He did not care if he was damned, if his soul would burn. One kiss was worth burning for, but this? He had found his heaven in life and it was worth hell in the next. Every lick of the flames would be soothed by the memory of your lips on him. And he prayed he could make more of those memories before his time on this world would come to an end.

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