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Lines Crossed
Pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)
Summary: You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.
Word Count: 9.3k
Warning(s): 18+ mdni / drinking / jealousy / forced proximity / smut / female reader / drunk jerk (stranger) / tension / will they won't they oh they will đ«Łâ€ïžâđ„ / sex w/protection / pet names / sprinkles of possessive + protective Bucky so be prepared / there's a build-up so enjoy âŁïž
Prompt: oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
a/n: Please be kind this is my first time writing something like this. đ„ș𩶠I decided to challenge myself and join @mercurial-chucklesâ smutty September fest. A tad late on the deadline because Hurricane Helene decided to take the power out. đ This is a standalone fic, but you can most definitely read it (and is intended to be) as a continuation of the events of A Night of Frights & Delights. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! â€ïžâ€ïž
part one backstory // divider // ambiance đ€
You step into the foyer of the Stark Manor, a grand staircase greets you, its golden railing glowing underneath an ornate chandelier. Various guests mingle around the manor, the buzz of conversation accompanying the music that pulses throughout. Everything about the sight in front of you screams old wealth and elegance.Â
Your eyes scan the luxurious home with an expression of awe. Despite being invited before, you had never come to one of Tonyâs parties. Choosing the comfort of your bed and your favorite show instead. However, this time knowing a certain captain of the baseball team would be hereâand your history with himâwell you just had to come.Â
As you take it all in, your gaze locks on a pair of beautiful blues. The very same ones you were thinking of all day. And by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was awaiting your arrival just as much as you had been waiting to see him.Â
There was no denying he most certainly had been.Â
Bucky had arrived about half an hour earlier with some of his teammates. His impatience grew by the second at your absence. He was dying to see what you wore for the party. You denied him any sneak peeks, which only fueled his excitement. He tried distracting himself by greeting anyone he could and making conversation, but he continuously gravitated to the foyer, waiting for the moment you stepped in through those doors.Â
When you finally did, Bucky knew with the utmost certainty that the wait was worth it. When his eyes met yours you knocked the air straight out of his lungs with the black dress you were wearing. The satin dawning your body accentuated your silhouette perfectlyâand the high slit at your right leg showed off the right amount of skin. The way you did your hair and your makeup complimented you perfectly, and Bucky was losing his goddamn mind because of it. Â
Sincerely, he was close to whisking you away and keeping you all to himself.Â
You looked nothing short of beyond stunning. Bucky had been holding back for months, staying within the lines you drew that night in the tent, and honestly, he deserved a medal for that. Itâs the hardest thing he's ever done. What he felt for you couldnât measure up to anything else in his life. Never had he felt so over the moon in his feelings for anyone. Yet, you brought on those sentiments by just being you. He was sure if he wasnât in love with you yet, he was damn near close to it.Â
And right now, seeing you in that dress, his mind is going to places it shouldnât. Places that only belonged to him and his bed on those nights you left him wanting more. Thoughts and scenarios where the night ends with him tearing that dress right off you and showing you just how serious he is about wanting you.Â
Heâs not so sure he can be on his best behavior tonight.Â
Bucky discards the drink he had been holding and saunters over to you. Your heart races in your chest when you see the way his blues darken when he rakes his eyes over your formâshamelessly drinking you up. You take in his figure as well, the all-black suit giving him an aura of class and sophistication that was stirring something dangerous within you.Â
Bucky cleaned up good, real good.
He stops a mere foot away from you, his eyes twinkling with intentions both of you long for. You didnât realize you had been holding your breath until his voice broke you out of your trance.Â
âThereâs no way Iâm letting you leave my side tonight, not in that dress,â Buckyâs voice is deeper than usual, contrasting the charming grin on his face. You roll your eyes playfully, âI donât need a babysitter, Bucky,â you reply amused at the thought. Having Bucky by your side all night would definitely lead to you two enjoying each otherâs company in other ways.Â
Not that you would object if it did.Â
Buckyâs hand reaches out to touch you, your heart skipping a beat as he adjusts the strap of your dress on your shoulder. His touch lingers for a second more as a light chuckle escapes him. âMaybe not you sweetheart, but I might. Someoneâs going to have to keep me in check tonight. I already have a hard enough time keeping my hands off of you and now you walk in looking like a masterpiece and I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself?â He bites his bottom lip for a moment, almost as if to stop himself from saying too much.Â
âSomething tells me youâre going to lay it on thick tonight, aren't you?â You tease him, all the while your body thrums with the way he compliments you. Bucky always knows exactly what to say to make you feel like the only girl in the room. An effortless gift he had only when it came to you.
âCan you blame me, baby? You walk in and suddenly it's like no one else exists,â his tone is softer, yet serious when he says this. Your heart skipped a beat when he called you baby. The weight of his attention felt in every fiber of your being. Bucky only ever called you baby when he wanted to really affect you. Reminding you of the pull he had over you. Â
The spell you two were under was suddenly broken by Darcy, who rushed over to where you were standing and linked your arm with hers. âSorry! Iâm going to steal her away for a bit there Bucky!â She says unapologetically as she tears you away from the man who looks like he could have devoured you if your friend hadn't interrupted. Your protests fall on deaf ears so you're left waving a smallâbut not definiteâfarewell to Bucky.Â
It seemed Buckyâs friends had been waiting for the right moment to steal him away too. As soon as you were in another room Sam and Steve went up to Bucky and dragged him to whatever antics the baseball team was up to. His disappointment matches yours, but if there was one thing he had proven all these months was that he had a lot of patience. He knew you two would end up crossing each otherâs paths more than once tonight. It was only a matter of time.Â
âYou forgot you promised to stick by my side tonight. My ex is here, I need the support,â Darcy reminds you with a slight pout. She looks like a ball of fire with the way she pulls you through the crowd in her crimson dress. Her eyes dart to every guest looking to avoid her ex at all costs.
âI didnât forget. I was just saying hi to a friend,â you explain emitting a snort from Darcy, âA friend? If heâs just a friend than Iâm the Queen of England.â You roll your eyes, a small huff of a laugh leaving your lips. Darcy wasnât wrong. You and Bucky werenât just friends, but you also werenât anything moreâand that was by your account.Â
You and Bucky have fallen into a grey area of what you are to each other. At first, after the camping trip, you tried avoiding him. Not because what happened upset youâbut because you couldnât trust yourself around him after that. Making out with him in that tent made you realize that what you thought had been an annoyance towards Bucky was actually the beginning of a deep-rooted crush. One that bubbled to the surface after that night.Â
Avoiding him altogether was an impossible task when he lived in the other apartment in the duplex you rented. Especially after he insisted on giving you rides back and forth from campus with the excuse that now that you two were friends it's only natural for him to be more friendly. By his definition, it also included things like buying you food on days he knows youâve been too busy to get something for yourself, walking you to your classes whenever he has the chance, and going with you to art exhibitions to dabble in your passion with you.Â
Oh, and it also included kissing you mercilessly during tutoring sessions.Â
Around the time that fall semester began, Bucky asked you if you could tutor him on a few subjects. He hadnât done the greatest academically last semester and he wanted to keep his grades up before baseball season started. You were hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in when you realized how sincere he was about needing the help.Â
Tutoring Bucky meant spending lots of time with him after classes. The sessions were innocent at first, but after the first time kissing on your bed, Bucky made it a tradition to have his lips on yours, and his hands wandering your body at every session. He even stopped hosting parties at his place, preferring being in your room and getting drunk on the taste of you.Â
Bucky was too infatuated by you to ever want to do anything else. Studying was an afterthought whenever you were around, and yet he was doing better than he ever had before in all his classes. Being someone you could be proud of was honestly the best motivation he could ask for.Â
Deep down you knew you were falling for him. There was a bit of apprehension on your part as you hadnât known Bucky to ever have a girlfriend. From what you can remember, ever since youâve known him, he was the kind of guy who preferred flirting and casual encounters. And there was no guarantee you would be the one to break that. So to keep yourself safe you drew those linesâbuilt those walls up high to guard your heart. Bucky respected those lines and never crossed them. No matter how badly he wanted to.Â
Some days, like today, made you want to say screw the lines and just give in to what you desired most. However, when that desire included lowering those walls you put in place, you werenât brave enough to risk itâso you didnât. Instead, you and Bucky danced around those lines until it drove you both mad.Â
Your thoughts follow you for the next hour as you stay by Darcyâs side. Bucky has this natural way of consuming your mind latelyâand your sketchbook. You wish you had it with you right now because when your feelings decide to overflow you channel that intensity onto the paper. For months, every page had been filled with graphite drawings of Bucky. His smile, his eyes, his determined expression when studying, his confident stance during baseball games, and everything else that sparked the creative fire in you. You found a lot of solace in drawing him.Â
Bucky was undoubtedly your favorite muse.Â
You're so lost in your thoughts you donât register youâre in the kitchen of the manor until the guests around you cheer. It seems Darcy and Thor have fallen into a friendly competition of sorts to see who could down more shots than the other in one minute. A group of spectators and friends have gathered in the kitchen to watch the showdown go down. Your eyes dart to Jane who only gives you a half-amused, half-exasperated look. She is not looking forward to having to drive those two home later.
Contrary to your friends, you werenât drinking much tonight. Buckyâs lingering presence at the party was all your senses needed to feel like you were in a daze. For appearances, however, you decide to grab one of the red solo cups to blend in with the rest of those around you.Â
âHey, Y/n! Enjoying the party?â A maleâs voice comes from your right and when you turn to see who it is a friendly smile appears on your face. It was Ian Boothby, a fellow art major at your university. Youâve had him in enough of your classes to consider him a friend.Â
âHey, Ian. Yeah, Iâm having a good time. Are you?â Your question is a catalyst for a much longer chat with Ian. The two of you fall into light conversation about the semester, art, and other relevant topics. It's a nice breath of fresh air compared to the thoughts that had been consuming you tonight. Especially when he tells you the story of one of his painting mishaps causing you to laugh along with him.
Soon after, a hand snakes its way around your waist, and when you smell that familiar woody muskiness you know exactly who it is.Â
âHaving fun without me, sweetheart?â Buckyâs voice has a slight edge to it as he speaks, his lips forming a smirk. You face him and the look in his eyes stills you.Â
Bucky does not look pleased.Â
âBucky, hey man. Howâs baseball prep?â Ian beats you to it by addressing Bucky first. Bucky's eyes flick between you and Ian before he presses you into his side by the hold on your waist. This does not go unnoticed by Ian.
âBoothby, it's going good. Howâs the cross-country season treating you?â Bucky asks, his tone giving away how uninterested he is in continuing this conversation. If Ian picks up on the animosity he doesnât show it as he goes on and on about the sport. Buckyâs impatience grows the more he speaks and his hold on you gets a little more firm. When Buckyâs expression finally gives way to how he genuinely feels Ian finds a way to excuse himself and exit the conversation.
A beat passes before you finally speak, âIanâs my friend. You didnât have to scare him off like that,â you say with slight annoyance. Bucky clicks his tongue as he eyes you closely, âI didnât, but I felt like it,â he shrugs cooly. âDidn't like the way he was looking at you.â He adds, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.
âOh? And how was he looking at me?âÂ
âLike in the way only I should be.âÂ
The possessiveness in his voice catches you off guard. The air electrifying around you both at his words. You werenât going to drink, but you suddenly felt the need to. You take a sip of the substance in your cup, the bitter liquid doing little to ground you. Bucky can tell how heâs affecting you and joins you with his drink. His eyes never leave yours as he gulps some of it down.Â
You have to stop yourself from inhaling the entire thing in one go.Â
âIanâs harmless. Heâs just comfortable with me because heâs an art major too. Iâve had a lot of classes with him,â you do your best to continue the conversation and ignore the way your body heats up when Bucky gives your hip a possessive squeeze. Massaging the area afterward in gentle strokes.
âYou do a lot of bonding over paint?â Buckyâs response is slightly mocking, licking his lips to catch a drop of alcohol that wanted to escape. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he relishes the way you're looking at him now. Your gaze trained on his lips. When you realize heâs noticed, the heat from your body goes straight to your face.
You wouldnât let him have the upper hand though. Never.Â
âWell, when you have to sketch someoneâs naked body you obviously become friendly,â your reply causes Bucky to choke on his drink, the hand at your hip falling as he uses it to grab a few napkins from the granite counter behind him to wipe at the mess he made. You hide a wicked grin behind the rim of your cup.Â
He narrows his eyes at you, âExcuse me? What does that mean?â He knows what you mean, but heâs giving you a chance to tell him you're joking. Heâs not hiding the jealousy that crawls up his spine at your revelation.Â
âIt means Ianâs a nude model for some of my classes. He may not look like it but underneath those layers, heâs got the most gorgeousââ Bucky cuts you off with a fierce kiss, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him. Thereâs been plenty of times youâve shut him up with your mouth and it was his turn to return the favor. Because hearing you talk about the naked body of another man gets under his skin in ways he wasnât used to. He wasnât going to just stand there and hear another word of it.Â
The kiss catches you by surprise, but soon your drink is discarded in favor of pulling him closer by his blazer. Not caring who sees or what anyone thinks, since itâs the first time youâve ever kissed in front of others. Your craving for him was far too loud to ignore anymore. Your lips stay locked until your lungs burn begging for air.
Bucky pulls away with a smug smile, his voice an octave lower as he moves to whisper in your ear, âYouâre playing with fire, sweetheart. I know you love getting a rise out of me, but just so weâre clearânext time you want to mess with me like thatâIâll make sure you canât even stand after Iâm through with you,â his declaration causes a shiver to make its way up your spine.Â
You swallow hard, your mouth opening to say something, but no sound comes out. Bucky lets out a rough chuckle, ghosting his lips against your cheek before pulling away to stare at how speechless heâs left you. Heâs blatantly savoring every second of it.Â
You want to say somethingâanything. Something witty or playful, but the thought of him making good on his promiseâthe image it conjures in your mindâkeeps you silent.
âBuck! Youâre needed at beer pong! Tonyâs team is winning and the bet is up to five hundred,â Steve rushes into the kitchen, breaking through the bubble you two were in. His eyes dart between you and Bucky with a knowing look. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at the sight of you two.Â
You start to register thereâs still an extravagant party happening around you. Â
Bucky sighs with slight irritation as he once again gets his moment with you interrupted. He reluctantly tears his attention away from you to call back to Steve, âIâll be right there!â Steve nods in approval before going back the way he came.Â
Nowâs your chance to say something, but Bucky pulls away from your body before you can. A coldness replacing where his touch used to be. âHold that thought, baby. Looks like my team needs their star player,â he winks at you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead, âyou keep thinking about what I said while Iâm gone,â he says in a gruff whisper, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip in a barely there touch.Â
He knows he needs to leave before he takes this somewhere you canât go back from.Â
Bucky doesnât give you a chance to say anything as he makes a smooth exit. Heading out of the kitchen in the direction of the beer pong game. Your body prickling with an ever growing sexual frustration. You were embarrassingly close to snatching Bucky away and giving in to all your desires in one of the many rooms of the manor.Â
âYou two need to get a room,â Jane seems to read your mind as she teases you. Appearing from behind you once Bucky was no longer in sight. You canât deny her words, letting out a small huff, âI donât know what good that would do. Iâve been clear about not wanting to take things further.â You explain to her, not sure if you could go back on your words for the sake of giving in to what you want now. Jane has had this conversation with you a few times before, and it appears she's hit her limit today.Â
 âThat man is absolutely head over heels for you. How can you not see that?â Jane shakes her head at you, wondering how she can make you realize what you already know yet deny. There's a vulnerability that overcomes you when you reply, âItâs not that I donât see it. I justâIâve never seen him be serious about anyone. The only thing heâs ever serious about is baseball.â Jane looks like sheâs about to do something drastic at your denial.Â
âY/n, Bucky is serious about you. Heâs literally all about youâheâs chosen you over baseball many times. Iâm not around him like you are and even I can see it clear as day. Do you know Thor and like half of the baseball team thinks you two are secretly dating? Stop denying what you know deep down is true and just give inâbe happy,â Jane tells it like it is, her tone leaving no room for argument or denial.Â
For so long Bucky has shown you another side of himâone not many get to see. Heâs given you priority and importance when he didnât have to. Care and consideration when you needed it most. A shoulder to lean on and a steady support to rely on. Time and time again Bucky has demonstrated how much you mean to him.
Perhaps, you both have been something more to each other for a long time and Buckyâs kept his wishes at bay to make sure things developed at your pace.Â
When it finally hits you, you almost feel exposed by how skillfully Jane can read you. At how easily she can see the situation for what it is and not for what your worries twisted it to be. If Bucky had made it clear to you how he felt, what was stopping you from taking things further than they had been before?
At this point, nothing, nothing was stopping you but yourself.
This realization follows you to the dance floor. A very drunk Darcy had pulled you to it along with Jane, babbling tipsily after losing the drinking competition to Thor. You had never seen a living room with such high ceilings before or enough room to host a makeshift dance floor and a DJ booth. The living space had been stripped of its furniture and supplied with top-notch equipment to make it resemble the inside of a club.Â
At least in the near darkness, it resembled one.
Youâre in a huddle of your closest friends, all of them letting the music guide their movements to their heartâs content. You sway absentmindedly, so you're not merely standing there awkwardly. The kaleidoscope of party lights strobe and kiss your skin with an array of colors as the music thumps around your body.Â
A loud cheer catches your attention, the source of the sound coming from a table on the far left end of the room. Tony and his friends were boisterous as they made a shot against their opponent's team in beer pongâBuckyâs team. You had a clear view of it all from where you stood.Â
Buckyâs team seems to be taking turns on who drinks every time Tonyâs team makes a shot. They look amongst themselves until Bucky steps up and chugs the liquid in the red solo cup. It's like he can feel the shift in the air because as soon as the cup is away from his lips his eyes scan the space and find you, and suddenly it's like you two are the only two people in the room.Â
You want himâall of him. You enjoy the teases, the banter, the back and forth, but you know youâd enjoy calling him yours more.Â
The music picks up in tempo as your boldness grows. Keeping your eyes trained on him, your hips begin to sway provocatively, tempting him to say screw the game and make his way towards you instead. Buckyâs not even paying attention to the game anymore his eyes soaking up your every move as it fans the flames of desire between you. The atmosphere around you buzzes as the ground shakes due to the sea of dancing bodies, and yet nothing thrums within you more than your need for Bucky.Â
The little show youâre putting on for him continues as you roll and wave your body in ways that seduce him. Ghosting your hand along the curves and dips of your figure showing him exactly where youâd like his hands to be. Buckyâs mind is reeling with everything he wants to do to you and none of it involves the dance floor and all of it involves you and him in some private corner of the manor where he can show you exactly what his hands are capable of.Â
You are making it impossibly hard for him to concentrate on anything else.Â
Slowly and with shady intentions a group of drunk guys circle the huddle of you and your friends like vultures. Finding their way to snake themselves into any corner or crevice they can fit into. Their bodies bumping and grazing against yours. Thereâs one guy in particular that has his sights set on you. Getting closer to you on the dancefloor and creeping his hands along your waist. You swat his hands away, but he doesnât disperse immediately. The alcohol on his breath fanning your face causing you to gag. The more you dismiss him the more adamant he was about keeping you close to him.Â
Almost instantly, a protective grip pulls you away from the drunk guy. A familiar warmth encases you as Bucky pulls you into his chest, your back to him. Your hands find their way to hold his arms to ease the displeasure the drunk had caused.
Bucky glares at the drunk guy, his gaze cold and unapologetic, âAlright, that's enough.â The drunk guy sneers, his words slurred, âWhat theâwhatâs your problem bro? Weâre justââ Bucky doesnât let him finish, âShut up. Youâre not doing anything. Youâve got two seconds to back off or weâre going to have a problem,â Buckyâs reply is sharp and menacing. He directs it to all the men that had swarmed you and your friends.Â
Shifting you so you stand at his side, Bucky steps forward to let the guys know heâs not messing around. Your hold goes to his right arm where youâre watching the exchange unfold anxiously. You hope things donât escalate, not wanting Bucky to get into a scuffle. You know he can handle himself, but the idea of him getting hurt in any way caused your heart to ache.Â
The guys size Bucky up and it seems some of them think they can take him on. Until the strobing lights illuminate Buckyâs darkened gaze enough that in their drunk haze, they finally recognize him as captain of the baseball team. That means that fighting Bucky meant taking on the entirety of the team. And with the way Sam and Steve were looking over to see if they needed to step in, and Thor was already storming overâthey knew they didnât stand a chance.
It was comical the way the drunk men scramble to get away as fast as they could. Muttering incoherences and apologies under their breath. They donât get far as Tonyâs hired security for the night promptly kicks them out.Â
Thor comes up to check on everyone, giving special attention to Jane who keeps assuring him sheâs fine. You turn to Bucky, whoâs already inspecting you to make sure you are alright, âBucky Iââ You almost tell him not to worry, that you had things under control, but in reality, youâre glad Bucky stepped in.Â
âThank you,â you say sincerely, Buckyâs tense demeanor softens at your words. He moves to get a better hold on you, his grip at your waist protective teetering on possessive.Â
âYou donât have to thank me for that, sweetheart. I got youâalways,â Buckyâs genuine response makes your heart flutter and your pulse quicken. Your senses are awakened by his proximity, completely enamored with the way he looks at you.Â
âPlus, if Iâm going to fall for the most beautiful girl in the world, I have to know how to fight right?â Bucky says this like it's the most obvious thing, smirking at the way you donât hide the smitten grin he elicits from you. Thereâs a sparkle in your eyes as you stare at him, Buckyâs heart racing at the sight of it.
 âYou and your compliments,â you give a breathless laugh, letting your guard down for once and going with the flow. Bucky can sense it. Sense the way thereâs a shift between you, the blossoming of something bigger being accepted and not pushed away by you anymore.
âOnly for my girl,â he says this like a promise. His right-hand goes up to gently brush against your cheek. You lean into the touch, that same hand cupping your cheek in response. Bucky has never felt more elated knowing that maybe finally you two can go to places heâs only dreamed of.Â
âYours?â You question him playfully, which causes him to chuckle, the sound a low rumble, âYou and I both know you are, sweetheart. I told you I had all the time in the world to make you fall for meâand I meant it,â he smiles, an intense fire in his eyes that only accumulates when you respond, âYou donât have to wait any longer, Bucky.â
He wastes no second to connect your lips, kissing you with a loving purpose. His lips have a slightly bitter taste to them from the beer that still lingered there. And yet, the bitterness disappears when one kiss turns into two and then three. His arms encircling you to pull you into his chest, your hands finding their way to the nape of his neck.
Bucky pulls away to ghost his lips against your jaw until his lips brush against your ear, âThose little moves you were doing for me earlier, do them again,â his husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as he tugs you in to dance with him. Your bodies mold to one another, hips swaying in rhythm with the vigorous music. The beat allows you to gyrate and grind in ways that drive him to the edge of his control.Â
His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close, fingers splayed out as if making a silent claim. You can feel the way his gaze burns into you, the air getting hotter making it harder to breathe. Your hands trail up and down his arms as need be. The rest of the party fades away leaving you two alone in this space of this charged energy. Every lingering touch and longing glance is layered with unspoken urges that would soon intensify to the brink of madness.Â
âYou have no idea what you do to me do you?âÂ
âI do. Iâm not immune to whatâs going on between us, Bucky.â
Your body, your voice, the way you plead with your eyes for him to take this furtherâit causes a stirring within his pantsâthe fabric getting tighter the longer the dance goes on. He needs to get you away, to get you alone. Bucky needs to satiate this hunger for you that threatens to consume him or he is going to end up doing something Rated R on this dance floor.Â
The throbbing between your legs agrees.Â
An idea pops into Buckyâs mind when he glances at his group of friends. He increases the volume of his voice so you can hear him over the music, âThe baseball team was going to host a game of hide and seek. Should we play?â Playful mischief glimmers in his eyes as he asks you.Â
âHide and seek? Seriously?â You raise a brow, wondering how that was going to work in a mansion full of a million rooms.
âYeah, come on. It'll be fun,â Bucky draws you away from the dance floor and over to where his friends are mingling and taking a few shots. Steve sees Bucky approach and they have a quick whispered exchange. Your eyes dart between them, curious as to what they're discussing.
âSeems like weâre getting a head start,â he comments to you as he leads you away from the main party and down a few intricate hallways. His hold on your hand is firm, yet carefulâalmost as if heâs afraid youâll get lost in one of the many corners of the manor. The thrum of the music fades the further you slip away from the party. Your pulse spikes, both from the adrenaline of the game and the heat that still simmers between you.
Bucky has been to Tonyâs parties plenty of times before, so he knows the layout of the manor pretty well. The clicking of your heels along the marble floors echoes at the pace of the beating of his heart. He tries to focus on the expensive artwork that lines the halls instead of the way your hand perfectly fits in his. The artwork is whatâs guiding his path through the manor and you are the best distraction he could ask for.Â
âWhere are we going?â Your voice echoes down the endless hallway.Â
âSomewhere no one will find us,â he winks at you, your heart skipping a beat at his words, his pace steady and purposeful as he turns one more corner and slips you two inside a room. You're encased in darkness, blindly feeling for a light switch until Bucky uses the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the space. You faintly make out your surroundings. You seem to be in one of the many guest rooms of the manor. The attention to detail in the room was no short of the attention paid to the rest of the place.
You knew Tonyâs family had money, but seeing how they splurged for a mere guest room, meant his family was beyond loaded.Â
Bucky whispered something to you, but you didnât catch it as he took you by the hand and ushered you into the roomâs closet, clicking it shut behind him. He reaches up to turn on the small lightbulb to cascade the enclosed space in a soft glow, turning off the flashlight on his phone and putting it in his pants pocket. The tension is now thicker and more palpable in the small space, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.
If you had a dollar for every time you and Bucky ended up in a tight space together, you would have exactly two dollars. While maybe strange, it somehow seemed fitting for you two.Â
Bucky steps closer to you, your bodies inches apart, the dim light doing nothing to dull the intensity in his eyes, âNow that Iâve got you hereâI think I did a good job with the hiding spot, don't you?â His heated whisper brings your breath to a hitch.Â
You have to clear your throat to compose yourself, âI donât knowâŠWe had a whole mansion to hide in, and you chose a closet?â You canât help but tease him, trying to lighten the unbearable tension.Â
âWould you rather go hide in the library? The wine cellar? The arcade?â His voice is dripping with mirth taking another step closer to you. He knows what you're doing, but heâs not going to let the tension die downânot this time. Â
âThe arcade sounds fun,â you quip, leaning back against the wall.Â
âHm, maybe, but I prefer the closet. Itâs a lot more private and it has itsâŠadvantages,â he reaches out to pull your hand up to his lips, planting a soft kiss across your knuckles. You go to use that hand to lightly push at his chest, but he catches it in time and intertwines your fingers instead. Your heart is racing a mile a minute.Â
âMaybe the closet isnât so bad, but these heelsâŠWorst decision I made tonight,â you shift slightly, not meaning to change the subject, but your heels are torturing you. In the quiet of the closet the pain begins to creep up on you, begging to be acknowledged. After hours of walking on them, dancing, and standing overallâyour feet were killing you. You werenât sure how long youâd be able to stand upright while hiding.Â
âAre they hurting you?âÂ
âYeah, a bit.â
âLets get them off then,â Bucky slides his hand underneath your right thigh, eyes locked on yours, as he hikes it up against the outside of his leg. Your hips brush up against his front, your breath catching at the intimacy of the moment. He watches your every reaction as he slides his hand down the underside of your leg until he reaches the strap of your heel. Heâs able to undo it effortlessly, relieving you of the discomfort, his fingers grazing your ankle as he slides your right heel off. His every touch leaves heat in its wake.Â
âBucky you really don't have toââ he cuts you off with a soft smile and half-lidded eyes, switching his hold from your right leg to your left one, âI want to, sweetheart. Just let me help, â he removes the other heel with the same tantalizing tenderness he used for the first one. Putting them to the side where they wonât get in the way.
The relief you feel is immediate.
âBetter?âÂ
âMuch.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
A moment passes before he speaks, his voice quiet with an underlying devotion, âYou donât get the hold you have on me, do you?ââ His right hand dances along the outside of your thigh while his left plays with the strap of your dress, twirling it between his fingers. The hand at your thigh traces patterns onto it. Trailing intricate swirls across the flesh, along your hips, ascending to your waist, and all the way up to the space between your breasts. The touch lingers there when you let out a soft sigh.Â
You honestly forget how to breathe.Â
âSay the word and Iâm all yours, Y/n,â his voice is rough as his lips ghost against yoursâseductively grazing against them. Going so far as licking his lips with an invigorating grin to really drive you crazy.
Bucky is waiting for you to make the deciding move. When you realize this, you throw all caution to the wind, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. You waste no time in granting him access to deepen it. Bucky follows your lead ardently. His hands snake down your body to cup your ass and pull you impossibly close to him.Â
Your hands get lost in his hair, a groan rumbling through him at the way you tug at it. You two arenât sweetly kissing, you're devouring each other. Yearning for the other all night leaves no more room for taking things slow or holding back. Youâre both now giving in to what you want mostâeach other.Â
The heat between you intensifies until it crescendos to a boiling point. The aching between your legs imploring you to do something about it. You reach down to tug at the waistband of his pants, causing Bucky to let out a husky laugh.Â
âIf you want something use your words, sweetheart,â he mutters against your lips, you suppress a groan, âYou know what I want. I don't have to say it,â you retort impatiently. Bucky shakes his head, smiling despite himself, âI want to hear you say it,â he dips his head to the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. The hands on your ass give it a light squeeze emitting a small gasp from you. You can feel the shit-eating grin on your neck.Â
âBuckyâŠ.IâŠâ your words are cut off by a soft moan when Buckyâs left hand sneaks its way through the slit of your dress until he reaches the inside of your thighs. He massages the flesh there, his thumb brushing against the hem of your panties.Â
Your arousal pools impossibly more, and the lustful haze only increases at the way you feel his hardened cock straining against his pantsâright against your hip.Â
âMm? What was that, baby? Couldnât hear you over those pretty noises you're making,â his every word drips with cockiness.Â
âYou're insufferable.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
Bucky kisses your neck with more fervor. Sucking and nipping at the skin hard enough to leave marks. Your thighs involuntarily close together at the way he calls you his girl. He eases them back apart with his deliberate touches. Kneading the soft flesh in his hands as his breathing goes ragged along your neck, tickling your skin. He was on the brink of losing what little control he had left.Â
You suck in a sharp breath, losing what little semblance of control you had left the higher his touch gets. He only goes so far, barely brushing across your clothed cunt to give you a taste of what he can do if you just let him hear it. You were desperate for more and he knew it.Â
 âFuck me, Bucky,â you manage to whimper out, hooking your fingers into his empty belt loops and yanking him towards you. Bucky lets out a low growl at the brief friction, his eyes darkening to an almost unrecognizable color. For a moment, his brain short circuits at your words, processing that you really said that to him accompanied by that alluring sound. Heâs heard those sinful noises from you before, but never like this. Never with the assurance of more.Â
âSay it again.â
âBucky, please just fuck me already.â
You donât have to tell him another time. Bucky crashes his mouth onto yours with a new intensity, mumbling lustful promises into your mouth. How he wants you, how badly he aches to make you feel good, how he yearns for his pretty girl to lose herself with him, and so many more things that make you dizzy.Â
He moves to bunch up your dress, hiking it up your legs until it's bundled at your waist. His breathing strains at the sightâyour black lacy panties luring him inâhis muscles tensing at the growing need to be inside you. His left arm reaches down to hook his forearm under your knee and bring it up to his hip. You wrap that leg around him, steadying yourself on your other foot as you grind against each other. You can feel the way his cock aches to be freed and it causes you to arch deeper into him. Your moans mingle into one, the slight relief overwhelming you.Â
Bucky takes his free hand and splays it at the small of your back, offering strong support as your bodies continue to grind against one another. A chorus of moans and yearnful whines erupt from you both. All of the pining and hunger for one another amalgamates into one as you continue to rub against each other. You swallow each otherâs sounds, tongues tangling carnally as neither of you leaves any room for air.
âDo you haveâ?â
âBack pocket. Wallet.â
Your lips barely disconnect at the brief exchange. You reach behind him, patting down his backside until you feel the outline of his wallet in his pocket. You take hold of it and bring it forward. Meanwhile, Bucky decides to leave wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. You can barely contain yourself and your soft moans as you pull out the condom. The wallet almost slips from your grasp as the attention to your breasts causes you to tremble.Â
You hold it tighter intending to put it back in his pocket when something catches your eye. In the clear slot where his identification should be is a polaroid picture from the weekend camping trip. Youâre in that picture sitting next to Bucky on a couple of logs surrounded by your friends and peers. Thereâs a bright smile on Buckyâs face, his arm around your shoulder as you make bunny ears behind his head.
You love this picture. You have a copy of it taped to your bedroom mirror back home.
At your stillness, Bucky looks up to see whatâs going on. When he notices you staring at the picture, he smiles fondly. " It's the only picture I had of us,â he utters softly, causing a warmth to spread throughout you. You gaze at him in tender awe, marveling at the fact that Bucky is real.
Why had you ever doubted he was anything but yours?Â
You kiss him this time with all the unspoken feelings youâve bubbled up and kept inside. The wallet falls from your hands, but it's no matter as Bucky kicks it to the side with his foot, and shudders at the way your lips claim his. This goes beyond lust. Your heart beats with reason, and that reason is the man in front of you.Â
âBucky, I want this. I want you. All of you,â you whisper passionately, your hands lowering to help him unbutton and unzip his pants, the foil neatly tucked between your fingers. A guttural moan leaves him when you push the layers of fabric down and free his cock, pumping it a few times to get a feel of it. His head falls to your shoulder, sighing softly in a near whine as you tear the foil open and roll the protection down his length. It twitches in your hands, his hips bucking at the contact.Â
His arms are preoccupied with keeping you close and steady, so you gently guide him to your center. Moving your panties to the side as he tantalizingly slides along your folds before he slowly enters you. Your mouth goes agape at the sensation while Bucky has to do everything to make sure he doesnât cum right then and there.
This was so much better than what he had imagined in his dreams.Â
It's been too long since youâve done this and the burn at the stretch causes you to cry out quietly. Bucky peppers your face with sweet kisses and whispers of devotion. Trying to do his best to comfort you as he lets you adjust inch by inch. The hand at the small of your back rubs circles into it with his thumb, your own hands shooting up to grip his biceps for support.Â
âIâm not gonna last if you tighten up like that sweetheart,â he hisses a groan at how tightly your walls envelop him. Youâre really making it hard for him to not come undone in a short amount of time.Â
âSorry.â
âDonât apologize, baby, just relax for me.â
His gentle words are accompanied by thrusts that are slow with a deliberate purpose. Heâs careful with his pace as he wants this to go at whatever speed you need. It takes a bit, but his soft kisses and comforting touches coax the burn away until you're left with the ardent ache of needing more.Â
âFaster, Bucky,â you plead breathily. He rests his forehead against yours.âCan you handle it, baby?â His question is full of loving concern, prioritizing your pleasure over everything.
âI canâŠfuckâŠplease,â you assure him, your leg pulling him in tighter causing him to bottom out. Bucky curses and moans all in one. At your assurance, he picks up the pace of his hips, rocking them against you with a fiery velocity. The lewd sounds bouncing off the walls of the closet in waves.Â
He gives it to you exactly how you asked him to. That man would do anything for youâjust say the word and its done.Â
Bucky is on cloud nine at the way you take him. The way your bodies mold and arch into one anotherâs like you canât get enough. As if all you ever needed to consume to live was each other. When he goes to kiss you, you can barely kiss back as youâre too lost in the way he slams into you.
âFuck, baby, if only you could see yourself. Youâre so fucking gorgeous making those pretty expressions for me,â Bucky grunts out, drinking up the sight of your face. A string of mewls leaves your lips at the keen attention he keeps on you. Everything about you right now is a work of art in his eyes he wants framed and kept at his bedside. A constant reminder heâs the one who gets to make you look and feel so damn good. Â
âDonât stop, please don't stop.â
âWasnât planning to, sweetheart.âÂ
Your words egg him on to go harder, causing your back to press tightly against the wall. Hiking your leg just a tad bit higher to thrust into you at another angle. This was the best decision he ever made as he hits the perfect spot within you. One that leaves you clinging onto him desperately as your walls tighten on the brink of release.Â
It takes a few more fierce drives into you until your orgasm hits you and you're cumming with a feverish intensity. Moaning Buckyâs name in a euphoric mantra thatâs music to his ears. It's what brings him over the edge and he stills at the force of his orgasm, his head collapsing into the dip of your neck as he releases into the condom.Â
âMy girl. My sweet girl. You feel so good, baby,â Bucky softly whispers against your neck. Planting small kisses as both of you come down from your highs. Your arms wrap behind his neck to embrace him and keep him close to you. Bucky continues to mutter sweet praises along your skin, as your hands thread through his hair tenderly. Both of you steadying your breaths as you come back down to Earth.Â
If it weren't for Bucky holding your right leg up, it would've fallen from its position at his hip long ago. Youâre even more grateful for it now as your body felt completely boneless. And when he pulls out, its the grip he has on your body that keeps your knees from buckling.
Bucky lifts his head so his gaze locks on yours. His blues are swimming with a vehemence that steals your breath and causes your pulse to race. Â
âY/n, IâŠI wanted to give you some time. Time to figure things outâto figure out what you wanted. I tried pretending I was okay with pieces of you, but Iâm not. I want all of you. I want to be yours,â Bucky confesses with sincerity. You reach out to interlock your hands with his, a floodgate of emotions engulfing you.Â
âBuckyââ you start, but heâs not hearing it, afraid youâll want to go back to a place that would devastate him. âWait, just hear me out. Everything I ever did was to get you to notice me. From the moment we met there was just something about you that kept pulling me in. And I knewâI just knew I had to get to know you. And then one thing led to another and I fell for youâhard. Now I canât imagine my life without you. There's only you. Itâs always been you. Give me a chance, let me prove it to you every day, that Iâm yours. That I have been for a long time,â Buckyâs tone borders on pleading, you give his hands a light squeeze to ease the worry in his features.Â
âBucky you have nothing to proveââ
âY/nââÂ
This time you stop him by clamping a hand over his mouth.Â
âBucky, you have nothing to prove because Iâve felt the same way for a long time. I just fought it for so long out of fear that maybe you werenât serious about me. But I can see now I was wrong. Iâve been yours for a long time too, Bucky. I just pretended I wasnâtâand Iâm done fighting it. Iâm done being in denial. I want to have something serious with you. Iâm ready for it,â your heartfelt confession immediately melts away the tension in Buckyâs shoulders.Â
You wanting this as much as he did made him feel like he was on top of the world.
He mumbles something into your hand, the biggest grin on the other side of it. You laugh adoringly at the sight as you remove your hand to replace it with your mouth instead. Both of you sink into the kiss as a deeper devotion is exchanged.Â
âWhoever is seeking is horrible at it,â you remove yourself with a light giggle, taking a jab at whoever the seeker of the hide-and-seek game is. A game that was long forgotten by Bucky until you mentioned it.Â
Bucky smiles sheepishly, âAbout thatâŠthere's not actually a hide-and-seek game. And if there is they don't know weâre playing,â he confesses with a twinkle in his eyes. You shake your head at him, laughing in disbelief, âBucky, then what were you and Steve whispering about?â Your curiosity is met with a boyish grin from Bucky, âI was just letting him know not to come looking for me. I wanted to get some alone time with you,â his hands find your hips again to give them a gentle squeeze.
Bucky is far from done with you yet.Â
You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his revelation. Of course, heâd come up with a way to get you all to himself. Can you blame him?Â
After a few more stolen kisses and lingering touches, you both start to compose yourselves. Adjusting your outfits and collecting your items from the ground. Thankfully, the guest room has its own bathroom where the two of you can clean up much better than in the small closet. Tousled hair, smeared makeup, and sweaty skin required a deeper attentiveness.
You both take your time in freshening up. The bathroom lighting does wonders to reveal every piece of evidence of your sexual encounter. You can now clearly see all the red marks that would eventually turn into hickeys that scattered your neck and chest. Bucky beams pleased at the markings heâs left as you scold him for making them so prominent.Â
Bucky doesnât give a damn. Heâd gladly make more in an instant.Â
By the end, all that's left is to get your heels on, which Bucky insists on helping you with. He offered to carry you for the rest of the party or even giving you his shoes, but you declined both options. You paid good money for these heels so whether you liked it or not, you were forcing yourself to wear them.Â
Bucky helps you up onto the expansive marble counter. Lowering down onto his knees in front of you to slide your heels back onto your feet. Nimble fingers work the straps into place, making sure they're not too tight at the ankles. When he looks up at you, a devilish grin appears on his face. That spark of desire is back in your eyes when you see how good he looks knelt between your legs. Your mind was reeling with ideas as the heat once again pranced across your skin. Buckyâs gaze bore into yours, almost as if he could read your mind. He canât help but get turned on again.Â
You were in the same boat.Â
âYou know, I have a big stats test on Monday. I could use an emergency tutoring session right about now,â his tone is laced with suggestion as his fingers trace along your ankle. You hum, âHm? Do you? I think I could accommodate that.â Your reply gives Bucky the go to start kissing up your legs until he reaches your knees. He never breaks eye contact as he places a tender kiss on each one before standing up and giving that same attention to your mouth.
âPerfect. Letâs get out of here, sweetheart,â Bucky mutters against your lips, the kiss a promise of the fun awaiting you for the rest of the night. Now that the lines were blurred beyond recognition, into something deeper, something real, you were both completely all in.Â
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summary: After a tumultuous fall from your horse that leaves you with a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, you find solace in the strong arms and gentle care of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand whose rugged exterior hides a tender heart.
warnings: mentions of falling, fracture, eventual smut, slowburn, age-gap, some fluff, two stubborn people falling in love, angst, from both your and Joel's pov
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The sun is high and unforgiving, casting a golden hue over the sprawling acres of your family's ranchâa place where the West still feels wild and untamed. The ranch, nestled in a valley surrounded by rugged mountains, is a patchwork of green pastures, dotted with grazing cattle and horses. The main house, a sturdy two-story structure with a wraparound porch, stands proudly at the heart of the property, its whitewashed walls and red roof are like a beacon for the lost amidst the vast expanse of land. You can always find your way back home.
To the east lies the stables, a long, low building with enough room to house two dozen horses comfortably. Its wooden walls have weathered to a soft gray, and the scent of hay and horse is always present in the air. Just beyond the stables is the equipment barn, filled with tractors, balers, and all manner of tools necessary for maintaining the ranch. The sound of metal clanging against metal often echoes from within as ranch hands tend to repairs or prepare for the day's work. A little further out is the chicken coop, bustling with activity as hens peck at the ground and roosters crow their morning greetings.
On the southern end of the ranch, a series of fenced-in training pens are set up for breaking in new horses or for practicing roping skills. It's here that you often find the newly hired ranch hand, Joel Miller, expertly mending a section of split-rail fence or guiding a young colt through its paces with patience and skill honed over decades.Â
You've grown up with the scent of hay and the sound of hooves on dirt, a life that's as much a part of you as the blood in your veins. Recently, your parents brought on a few new ranch hands, a decision driven not only by their advancing years and a growing wanderlust but also, you suspect, by a desire to ensure you're well looked after in their absence. It didn't seem to matter how many times you'd promised that you and [name] the very first and only other person hired to help around, could take care of the ranch -Â they never let go of the fact you weren't five anymore.Â
Today you find yourself working a little less hard because of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand that looks like he stepped straight out of a Western movie. You watch him from afar as you make your way to take your horse out, his muscles straining against his plaid shirt as he repairs a section of fencing. He moves with an easy grace despite his age and broad build. His salt-and-pepper hair peeks out from under his worn cowboy hat, and you can't help but feel a pull towards him, something beyond the usual respect for a seasoned hand.
The ranch is alive with activity as you prepare Daisy for her daily run. The horses in the nearby pasture lift their heads at your approach, their ears pricked with curiosity. Daisy nickers softly, her tail swishing in anticipation as you lead her out of her stall and toward the open pasture. As you trot along one of the well-worn trails, you pass by landmarks that tell stories of your family's history; there's an old rusted tractor from your grandfather's time, now half-buried in wildflowers; a grove where you used to play hide-and-seek with your siblings; and further on, an ancient stone marker placed by settlers who once claimed this land as their own. Each sight brings back memories that are as much a part of you as they are a part of this place.Â
But today, these familiar sights are merely blurs in your peripheral vision as Daisy gallops across the landscape. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel a rush of adrenaline as the horse's muscles move powerfully beneath you. It's in these moments that you feel most at peace, in harmony with the natural world around you.
Suddenly, a sharp cry from Daisy breaks the rhythm of her gait. You pull sharply on the reins as a jackrabbit darts out from the underbrush, its sudden appearance startling her. In an instant, your peaceful ride turns to chaos. Daisy rears up, her eyes wide with fear, and you're thrown from the saddle, the world a blur of blue sky and golden earth. The impact is jarring, knocking the breath from your lungs as you hit the ground hard. Pain radiates from your side and arm. As you lie there, struggling to catch your breath, Daisy gallops away towards the safety of the stables, leaving you alone in a cloud of dust.
The sun beats down mercilessly upon you as waves of pain wash over your body. You try to move but find that even breathing is a challenge. You try to push yourself up, but a wave of nausea forces you back down. It's then that you hear the pounding of hooves approaching fast and boots hitting the ground.Â
"Easy there, easy," a familiar voice drawls as strong hands gently roll you onto your back. Joel's face swims into view, his brow furrowed with concern. "Looks like ya had a bit of a tumble, darlin'. Can you tell me where it hurts?" His voice is deep and soothing, cutting through the haze of pain. You manage to point to your side, wincing as he carefully probes the area. "Just bruised, I reckon," he says after a moment, his touch is surprisingly gentle for such calloused hands. "Your arm too. We should get ya back to the house. Might have t'see the doctor."
Over my dead body, you think to yourself.
With surprising ease, Joel scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest. You can't help but notice the warmth radiating from his body. It's an intimacy that makes your breath hitch in your throatâa sensation that has nothing to do with your injuries.
"Gave me quite the scare there darlin," Joel remarks as he carries you towards his waiting horse. His tone is light but there's an undercurrent of something elseâaffection? worry? "What were you thinkinâ taking Daisy out alone after that storm last night? These trails can be treacherous."
You want to argue that you're capable and don't need help, that it was just a routine ride and something spooked Daisy but arguing takes energyâenergy that's currently in short supply thanks to the pain radiating from your side and shooting through your arm. Instead you murmur a weak apology. "Didn't think itâd be a problem."
Joel chuckles softly. "Well, I reckon that's part of the adventure, ain't it? Never quite knowing what the day's gonna bring." He adjusts his hold on you slightly, his grip firm yet careful. "But next time, maybe wait for someone to come with you. Safety in numbers and all that."
As he settles you onto his horse, he keeps a steady hand on your back, âyou okay darlin?â He asks, making sure you're secure before you nod and he swings up behind you as gently as he can. The closeness is overwhelming; his body is a solid wall of heat at your back, and you can feel the muscles in his thighs as they grip the horse's flanks. It's a strange mix of vulnerability and safety, being so close to this man who just (weeks/days?) ago was a little more than a stranger.
The ride back to the ranch is a blur of sensationsâthe rhythmic sway of the horse beneath you, the scent of leather and sweat mingling with Joel's unique aroma of woodsmoke and something undeniably masculine. You find yourself leaning into him without thinking, seeking comfort in his strength.
"Almost there," Joel reassures you as the house comes into view. His breath is warm against your ear, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. "We'll get some ice on those bruises and take a look at you."
Once at the ranch house, he carries you inside and sets you down gently on the living room couch crouching beside you to remove your boots. His fingers brush against your skin accidentally as he works them off one by oneâa touch that sends sparks racing along your nerves despite yourself and despite any rational thought about how much older he is than you. You quickly blink them away.
"Ice pack," he commands firmly but kindly before disappearing into the kitchen. You hear the clinking of ice being scooped from the freezer.Â
As Joel returns from the kitchen, the air in the room shifts subtly. He kneels beside you on the couch, his movements deliberate and gentle. "This might be a bit cold at first," he warns, his voice carrying a hint of gruffness that hadn't been there before.
You nod, bracing yourself for the shock of cold. But when he lifts the hem of your shirt to expose your bruised side, the brush of his fingers against the sensitive skin of your stomach sends an unexpected wave of heat coursing through you. It's a clinical touch, meant only to aid in your recovery, but the proximity of his hands to the curves of your body is not lost on you.
He places the makeshift ice pack against your side, the cold seeping your body. You can't help the sharp intake of breath as the icy chill envelops the tender area. Joel's eyes flick to yours, concern etched across his features.
"Sorry, darlin'," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "I know it's uncomfortable, but it'll help with the swelling."
You give him a small, reassuring smile, trying to convey that you understandâthat you appreciate his attentiveness. As he holds the ice pack in place, his other hand comes to rest on your hip, a steady presence that seems to anchor you amidst the discomfort.
The room is silent save for the soft ticking of the grandfather clock and the occasional crackle of ice as it begins to melt against your skin. You can feel the heat of Joel's palm through the fabric of your jeans, and you find yourself acutely aware of every point of contact between you.
After a few minutes, he slowly lifts the ice pack away, his eyes scanning your side with a practiced eye. "How does it feel now?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate within you.
"A bit better," you admit, the pain having dulled to a manageable ache.
He nods, his attention still focused on your injury. With a gentle touch that belies his rugged exterior, he traces the edge of the bruise with his fingers, his touch feather-light yet firm. The sensation sends a shiver up your spine, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for his next move.
"You're gonna be sore for a few days," he says. "But I think you'll live."
As he withdraws his hand, you feel an odd sense of loss, as if the warmth of his touch had become a lifeline in the midst of your pain. You watch as he rises to his feet, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.
"Thank you, Joel," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words feel inadequate, but they're all you have to offer in this moment.
The corners of Joel's mouth twitch into a small smile, and he gives a nod, turning back towards the kitchenÂ
While he's gone, you take the opportunity to study him from afar as he walks through the open room to the kitchen. There's an air of quiet strength about him, a sense of resilience. You find yourself wondering about his pastâwhere he came from, what brought him here to your family's ranch. But those questions will have to wait for another time; right now, just talking and moving is enough of a challenge without adding an interrogation into the mix.
Joel returns with a glass of water and some painkillers. "Here," he says gently, helping you sit up enough to swallow the pills before lying back down against the cushions with a wince at the sharp pain in your side again.
âRest up now," Joel instructs. âI'll take care of things around here for the rest of the day. You just focus on healin.â
You drift in and out of sleep on the couch and everytime you drift out you see Joel lingering around keeping watch over you like some kind old west guardian angel dressed in denim.Â
As the day wanes and the shadows grow long across the hardwood floors, you stir from your uneasy slumber. The pain in your side is a dull roar now, thanks to the medication Joel provided. You blink slowly, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the living room. The ranch is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling and the distant sound of Joel's voice as he talks to one of the horses in the stable.
Your heart flutters at the thought of himâhis rugged features, his gentle touch, and those eyes that seem to see right through you. It's a dangerous path your thoughts are taking, but you can't help it. There's something about Joel that draws you in, despite the years between you.
The front door opens with a soft squeak, and Joel steps inside, his boots leaving a trail of dust on the floorboards. He looks weary but satisfied, his shirt damp with sweat from a hard day's work. His gaze finds you instantly, and a warm smile spreads across his face.
"You're awake," he observes needlessly as he approaches. "How're you feeling?"
"Sore," you admit with a small grimace as you try to sit up straighter on the couch. "But better than before." You didn't want to admit how bad your arm was actually killing you.
Joel nods in approval before disappearing into the kitchen againâa man of few words but many actions. He returns a bit later with a steaming mug in hand and offers it to you carefully so as not to spill any on your lap.Â
"Chamomile tea," he explains gruffly when he sees your questioning look at what seems like an unusual choice for someone like him, someone who seems more accustomed to strong black coffee than herbal infusions. "It'll help with any lingering pain and help ya sleep."Â
You take a tentative sip; making sure to grab the cup with your good hand it's sweetened just how you like itâa small detail that makes your chest tighten unexpectedly because it means he's been paying attention even when he didnât have to be. The warmth seeps into your hands as much as into your insides making everything feel less daunting all at once despite your injuries.
The evening settles in, casting a cozy glow over the living room. The ranch is quiet, the animals bedded down for the night, and the chores all done. Joel lingers, his presence a comforting constant in the otherwise empty house. He settles into the armchair across from you, the lines of his face softened by the dim light.
"You should eat somethinâ," he suggests, already rising from his chair. "I'll fix ya up a plate."
Before you can protest, he's back in the kitchen, the clatter of dishes and the smell of food wafting through the air. You can't help but smile at his insistence. It's been a long time since anyone has taken care of you like this.
Joel returns with a tray balanced in one handâa simple meal of soup and a sandwich, cut into manageable pieces. He sets it down on the coffee table, pulling it closer to you. "Eat up," he urges, his tone gentle but firm. "You need to keep your strength up."
As you eat, he watches you, his gaze never straying far. It's an odd sensation, being the focus of such intense attention, but you find yourself not minding it. There's a sense of security in his watchfulness, a feeling that you're not alone in this big house.
When you've finished eating, Joel takes the tray away, leaving you to sip your tea in peace. The painkillers are starting to wear off, and as you move to adjust your position on the couch, a sharp, stabbing pain shoots through your arm, causing you to yelp in surprise and discomfort.
Joel, who has been quietly cleaning up the remnants of dinner in the kitchen, is at your side in an instant. "What is it?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. "Did you move wrong?"
"It's my arm," you admit through gritted teeth, cradling the injured limb with your other hand. "I think I might have aggravated it."
With a nod, Joel gently takes your arm in his hands, his touch firm yet gentle. He probes the area with practiced ease, watching your face for any signs of pain. When he reaches a particular spot, you can't help but flinch, a hiss escaping your lips. âShh, I know. Easy, easy," he soothes you like a wounded animal, before releasing your arm. His brow is furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't like the look of this. Could be broken, or at least badly sprained. We need to get you to a doctor first thing in the morninâ."
"I'm sure it's fine, Joel," you argue weakly, not wanting to cause a fuss. "It's probably just a bad bruise. I'll be okay after a good night's sleep."
But Joel is having none of it. "No, it ain't fine," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You could be doinâ more damage by not getting it checked out. I'll drive you to the clinic myself in the morning. This ainât up for debate."
You know that look on his faceâit's the same one he wears when he's dealing with a stubborn horse or a difficult piece of machinery. There's no point in trying to dissuade him when he's made up his mind. And truthfully, the idea of having a professional assess your injuries is somewhat of a relief.
"Alright," you relent with a sigh, the fight draining out of you. "I'll go to the doctor in the morning."
Joel's expression softens, and he gives your good shoulder a gentle squeeze. "That's the smart choice, darlin'. We'll get you fixed up in no time."
As he moves away to finish tidying up the kitchen, you find yourself watching him, a mix of gratitude and something deeper swirling within you. Despite the pain and the uncertainty of your injuries, you can't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort with Joel around. You're taken from your thoughts when Joel comes back into the living room. "I should be gettinâ home," Joel says after a while, his voice low and reluctant. "But I'll be back first thing to check on you."
You nod, trying to hide your disappointment. The house feels too big, too empty to be without him in it. "I'll be okay, Joel," you assure him, trying not to worry him, though the words taste like a stale cigarette on your tongue. "Thank you for everything."
He gives you a long, searching look before nodding slowly. "Alright then," he says, rising from his chair. "You remember what I said about not pushinâ yourself too hard?"
"Yes," you reply with a small smile. "Rest and recovery."
"That's right," he affirms, pulling on his jacket. "And don't hesitate to call me if you need anythingâno matter the time."
You watch as he heads for the door, his silhouette framed by the night outside. Just before he steps out into the darkness, he turns back to you, his eyes reflecting the soft light of the living room. "Goodnight darlin," he says, his voice carrying a hint of something unspoken.
"Goodnight, Joel," you whisper back, the words hanging in the air long after he's gone.
The house is silent once more, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the corner. You finish your tea and carefully set the mug aside, the warmth of it still lingering on your lips. With a sigh, you settle back against the cushions, the pain in your side a dull reminder of the day's events.
As the night deepens, you find yourself reaching for your phone, your fingers typing out a message before you can second-guess yourself.
Hey. Just wanted to say thank you again for today. I'm okay, just wanted to say thanks. Hope you got home safe.
What you really meant was, âplease come back I'm fucking scared being alone.â
You hit send before you can change your mind, the message disappearing into the ether. Minutes tick by with no response, and you chide yourself for expecting otherwise. Joel is probably already asleep, or at least on his way to getting some much-needed rest after the day he's had. But just as you're about to set your phone aside and try to get some sleep yourself, it vibrates in your hand, startling you. A notification lights up the screenâa new message from Joel.
Of course. That's what I'm here for. Got home just fine. How are the ribs? Any better with the meds?
You can't help but smile at the concern in his words, the gruff affection that seems to come so naturally to him. You reply, telling him about the tea and the meal, about how much better you feel with him looking out for you.
His response is quick, as if he's been waiting by his phone for your message.Â
Glad to hear it. And remember, there's no rush to get back in the saddle if you're not feeling up to it. Everything will still be here when you're ready. Your health is the priority now. If there's anything I can do for you, just holler. I've got your chores covered. Take care of yourself and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything or just want to talk about what happened.
You read his words over and over, each one a balm to the lingering ache in your sideâand to the unexpected emptiness in your heart. With a contented sigh, you finally set your phone aside and close your eyes, the sound of the ranch at night lulling you into a peaceful sleep.
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The next morning, you're awakened by the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clockâit's early, barely past dawn. With some effort, you manage to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the couch, wincing at the stiffness in your muscles.
The front door opens, and Joel steps inside, his hands full of a large wicker basket. "Brought you some things," he announces, setting the basket down on the coffee table. Inside, you find an assortment of itemsâfresh fruit, a few paperback novels, a soft, hand-knitted blanket, and a small potted plant. "I figured you could use some company," he says, gesturing to the plant. "And the books are from my daughter's collection. She loves a good westernâthought you might enjoy them."
The revelation that Joel has a daughter is something that catches you off guard, a piece of him that he kept carefully tucked away, a piece you want to know more about.Â
You're touched by the thoughtfulness of his gifts, each one carefully chosen to bring you comfort during your recovery. "Joel, this is... it's too much," you protest half-heartedly, even as you reach out to run your fingers over the soft wool of the blanket.
"Nonsense, darlinâ," he replies with a dismissive wave of his hand.Â
The way he calls you darlinâ brings heat to your cheeks, and you quickly look away, busying yourself with arranging the items in the basket. When you finally gather the courage to meet his gaze again, you find him watching you with a soft smile on his face and you assume he's forgotten about the doctor until he speaks up.
âAlright let's go.â Joel's stands up and holds a hand out to you.Â
You look up at him and chuckle âIt's fine Joel. It barely even hurts.â
The argument is brief but intense, with you stubbornly insisting that a trip to the clinic is unnecessary despite the pain in your arm. Joel, however, is just as adamant, his concern for your well-being overriding any protests you might have.
"I ain't gonna stand by and watch you suffer when there's somethinâ that can be done about it," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."
You cross your arms defiantly, wincing as the movement sends a jolt of pain through your injured wrist. "And what's the hard way?" you challenge him, though there's a hint of amusement in your voice.
Without warning, Joel strides toward you, scooping you up into his arms before you can react. You let out a startled yelp as he hoists you over his shoulder with surprising ease, his strong hands holding you securely in place.
"Hey! Put me down!" You pound on his back with your good hand, your cheeks hot with embarrassment and indignation. But beneath the surface, there's an undeniable thrill at being so close to himâat feeling the muscles in his shoulders and back move beneath his shirt as he carries you effortlessly toward the front door.
"As soon as we get to the truck," he replies calmly, unfazed by your struggles. "We're going to see Dr. Simmons whether you like it or not."
You continue to squirm and protest as he carries you across the yard to where his truck is parked. The other ranch hands look on with barely concealed grins but wisely choose to keep their comments to themselves. They know better than to get between Joel Miller and something he's set his mind to.
With a gentleness that belies his gruff exterior, Joel sets you down on the passenger seat of the truck and buckles your seatbelt for you before closing the door and heading around to the driver's side.Â
Joel.
He grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he navigates the familiar dirt roads that lead away from the ranch. He can see you out of the corner of his eye, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the passing landscape. A vision of stubborn beauty, your jaw set in a way that makes his heart do things it hadn't done in years. He can feel the tension radiating off youâa mix of pain and frustration at being manhandled against your will. He can't blame you for being upset. If someone had picked him up and carried him off like a sack of feed, he'd be mad too. But when he saw you lying there in the dirt, hurt and vulnerable, something inside him shifted. It awakened a protective instinct that he thought had died along with Sarah.
Damn it, Joel, he chides himself. She's young enough to be your daughter. But the thought feels hollow, a weak defense against the pull he feels toward you. Youâre strong, fiercely independent, and yet, thereâs a vulnerability to you that calls to something deep within him, the need to care for someone - for you. He glances over at you again, taking in the delicate curve of your jaw, and the way your hair falls in waves around your shoulders, taking in the way the morning light plays across your features. Youâre a sight to behold, all fire and spirit wrapped up in a package that is far too tempting for his peace of mind. Every time he looks at you, all logic seems to fly out the window. There's an undeniable connection between you, a spark that ignites whenever you're near each other. It's terrifying and exhilarating, you make him feel young again.Â
He risks another glance in your direction, and his heart skips a beat when he finds you watching him with those big doe eyes of yours. Joel swallows hard, forcing himself to look away before his thoughts can wander any further down that dangerous path. He needs to focus on getting through this day without letting his guard down completely.
The clinic is just up ahead now, its whitewashed walls gleaming in the early morning sun. He pulls into the parking lot and kills the engine, turning to face you with a stern expression that belies the turmoil he feels inside.
"Ready?" he asks, though it's clear from his tone that it's more of a statement than a question. He's not going to let you talk your way out of this oneânot when your health is at stake.
You nod reluctantly, your gaze fixed on the clinic entrance. You're nervous; he can see it in the way your fingers worry at the hem of your shirt, in the slight tremble of your chin. He wants to reach out and wrap you in his arms, to offer some semblance of comfort, but he holds back. It wouldn't be appropriateânot here, not now. Instead, he climbs out of the truck and comes around to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you down onto solid ground.
The interior of the clinic is cool and sterile-smellingâa stark contrast to the fresh air and open spaces of the ranch. Joel checks you in at the reception desk while you sink into one of the waiting room chairs, wincing as even that small movement sends a twinge of pain through your side and arm. Joel takes a seat beside you in the waiting room, his hands clasped tightly between his knees. He can feel the tension emanating from you, a coiled spring ready to leap to action at the slightest provocation. He knows that lookâit's the same one he's seen on injured animals over the years, a mix of fear and defiance. It tugs at something deep within him, a primal urge to protect those he cares about most.
He wants to say something to ease your discomfort, but words seem inadequate in the face of your pain. Instead, he reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering just above your knee before he gives in to the impulse and rests it there gentlyâa silent promise that he's not going anywhere.
You startle at his touch, your gaze flicking to his face in surprise. But as you meet his eyes, you see nothing but sincerity and concern reflected back at you. Slowly, deliberately, you place your own hand over his.
The waiting room is filled with the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of magazines being flipped through by other patients. Joel's thumb traces idle patterns on your leg as you sit there together in silence.
"Joel," you say finally, breaking the silence that has settled between you. Your voice is quiet, but it cuts through the ambient noise like a knife. "I want to thank you - for everything."
He shakes his head dismissively, though there's a warmth in his eyes that wasn't there before. "No need for thanks," he replies gruffly. "I did what anyone else woulda done."
"No," you insist firmly, turning in your seat so that you're facing him fully nowâignoring the twinge of pain it elicits from your injuries. "Joel," you say again, your voice steady despite the pain you're clearly in. "I mean it. You've been... you've done so much for me. More than I could have asked for."
He opens his mouth to respond, to downplay his role in your care, but the words die on his lips as the nurse appears in the doorway, clipboard in hand. She calls out your name, scanning the room until her eyes land on the two of you.
Reluctantly, Joel withdraws his hand from your knee, the connection between you severed as you rise to follow the nurse. He stands as well, intending to accompany you, but the nurse shakes her head. "Just the patient for now, please," she says with a polite but firm smile.
You shoot him a reassuring look over your shoulder as you follow the nurse down the hallway, leaving Joel alone with his thoughts. He sinks back into his chair, his hands clasped tightly between his knees again as he waits for you to return.
The minutes tick by slowly, each second stretching into an eternity. Joel's mind races with worry and concern. He knows the ranch like the back of his hand, can handle any crisis that comes his wayâbut this is different. This is about you, and the thought of you in pain, of you being afraid, is more than he can bear.
He can't shake the image of you lying in the dust after being thrown from Daisy, the fear in your eyes when you realized you couldn't get up on your own. It had been years since he'd felt that kind of raw terror, the kind that gripped your heart and squeezed until you couldn't breathe. But in that moment, with you hurt and helpless, it all came flooding back. Joel had always prided himself on his strength, both physical and emotional. He'd had to be strong after Sarah passed, but with you, he felt something shift inside himâa crack in the armor he'd spent years building up around his heart. He cared about you, more than he should. It was a truth he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried. You were young, vibrant, full of potential and promise. And he, well, he was just an old cowboy with more yesterdays than tomorrows. But when he looked at you, when he saw the fire in your eyes, he felt alive in a way he hadn't in years.
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when he hears your name called again. He looks up to see the nurse beckoning him forward with a gentle smile.
"You can come back now," she says, her voice soft and reassuring. "She's asking for you."
Joel's heart skips a beat at her words. He rises quickly, his boots thudding against the linoleum floor as he follows the nurse through the maze of hallways to the examination room where you're waiting. His mind races with possibilitiesânone of them good.Â
Why would they need me if everything was fine? Had something happened while you were back there? Was the injury worse than they initially thought?
The door to the examination room creaks open, and Joel steps inside, his eyes immediately going to you. You're sitting on the edge of the examination table, your face pale but composed. The relief that washes over him at seeing you unharmed is palpable; it leaves him momentarily lightheaded as he crosses the room to your side.
"What's goin on?" he asks urgently, his gaze flicking between you and the doctor who is standing nearby with a clipboard in hand. "Is everything alright?"
Dr. Simmons gives him a reassuring nod before turning his attention back to you. "I was just explaining to your friend here that it looks like she's got some bruised ribs and a fracture in her wrist," he says matter-of-factly as he jots something down on his clipboard. "We'll need to keep an eye on those ribsâmake sure there's no internal bleeding or complicationsâbut I think she'll be just fine with some rest and proper care.We gave her some pain medication before the x-ray. It may make her tired so she will need to be watched. No driving, etc. And she will need to come back in three weeks from now to get an updated x-ray of her wrist."
Joel lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, relief flooding through him like a tidal wave crashing against jagged rocks. He reaches out instinctively, taking your good hand in his own as he listens intently while Dr. Simmons goes over your care instructions.
Once the doctor finishes his instructions and hands over the prescription, Joel helps you down from the examination table, his hand at the small of your back providing a steady, reassuring presence. "Let's get your meds and then getcha home," he says softly, guiding you out of the clinic and back to his truck.
The drive to the pharmacy is quiet, the air between you thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Joel keeps stealing glances at you, noting the way you're cradling your injured wrist against your chest, the way your breath hitches ever so slightly when the truck hits a bump in the road. He wants to say something, to offer some words of comfort, but he's never been good with this sort of thing. He's a man of action, not words.
At the pharmacy, Joel takes charge, handling the paperwork and payment while you sit quietly on a nearby bench. He can see the exhaustion etched into your features, the way your eyelids are starting to droop. He knows you're running on fumes, and the pain medication will likely knock you out soon.
He heads back to the ranch, the truck's engine humming softly beneath the weight of the silence that stretches between you. You're fading fast, the medication they gave you at the doctor taking its toll. He can see you struggling to keep your eyes open, your body swaying slightly with each turn of the vehicle.
Once he reaches the ranch house, he parks as close to the front door as possible and hurries around to your side of the truck. You're already half-asleep by the time he opens your door, your eyelids fluttering as you fight to stay awake. "Easy now," Joel murmurs, unbuckling your seatbelt and scooping you into his arms with a tenderness that surprises even himself. You let out a soft sigh as he carries you into the house, your head lolling against his chest. The trust you place in him is both humbling and terrifying and the sweet little noises coming from your mouth don't make any of this easier.Â
He settles you onto the couch, propping pillows behind your back to keep you comfortable. You smile sleepily up at you, a smile that sends a jolt straight to his heart and many other places. "Stay with me?" You ask quietly.Â
How could he possibly say no?
Joel nods, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face, ââcourse darlin, just gonna make you somethin to eat real quick.â Joel heads into the kitchen to prepare something for you to eat. An Eggo waffle seems like a safe betâsimple and comforting in its familiarity. He pops one into the toaster and waits impatiently for it to brown, his thoughts consumed by the woman lying on the couch.
Joel returns to the living room, the scent of warm waffles wafting through the air. He sets the plate down on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and the bottle of pain medication the pharmacist had given him. "Here you go, darlin'," he says softly, offering you a small smile. "Eat up, and then we'll get you settled in with a movie or somethin."
You nod, managing a weak smile in return as you reach for the waffle with your good hand. The simple act of eating seems to revive you somewhat, though Joel can tell you're still in a considerable amount of pain. He watches as you take a tentative bite, followed by a sip of water to wash it down.
"Thank you," you murmur between bites, your eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of gratitude and concern.
Joel nods, his throat tightening unexpectedly at the sincerity in your voice. "Anything for you," he replies gruffly, the words slipping out before he can stop them. He quickly clears his throat and changes the subject. "What do ya feel like watchinâ? There's some old western tapes layin around or we could find somethin else.â
âHmmmâ You think about it for a moment before responding with a slight shrug of your shouldersâa movement that causes you to wince slightly, âI'm not picky. Whatever you want cowboy.âÂ
If only I could tell ya what I want darlinâ
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She doesnât have Tumblr, but I still have to give a shoutout to my Gale bestie that I met through my Gale FB group. I received my early Christmas presents today, and sheâll truly never know how happy my heart is. I never thought when I first started playing this game that I would meet such wonderful people and people that I would genuinely call my absolute best friends. How proud this wizard would be knowing that he brought together such beautiful friendships đ„čđ«¶đ»
She printed my art commissions from @jeneralmischief and @orangekittyenergy, stickers of my other faves, Gale inspired dice, sexy Gale pic, and the chapstick.. GODS THE CHAPSTICK đđđ I love you, Tristin đ«¶đ»đ„°
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Can we talk about Chris and Seb hugging? They have so many good ones. Do you have any favourites?
Of course we can!!! Honestly, I think every single hug of theirs is my favourite for some reason or other đ«¶đŒ
There's this one, where Chris is just like an excited puppy seeing his favourite human, pulling Seb in and clutching his arm and touching chest, and making Sebastian go all bashful and cute đ "MAKE OUT MAKE OUT YOU GOOBERS"
Or this one, where Sebastian is grinning like a loon and hooks his chin over Chris's shoulder, and Chris tucks his face into Seb's neck and doesn't want to let go, and he kind of pops his foot like he's in the princess diaries đ„č
Or this one, which is so incredibly charged and intimate, so slow even when you mentally accelerate the slow-mo, Chris's look of fondness as he holds Seb's eyes, and the way he briefly tucks his nose into Sebastianâs neck while it seems like Seb mutters something to him... đ
Or this one, which is even MORE intimate, where Seb touches Chris's waist to get his attention and tell Chris he's leaving, and Chris abandons the girl he's talking to hug Seb tight (and kiss his cheek??) and ruffle his hair... đ„
Gif credit @elenaamerican
Or this very brief en blurry one, where Sebastian just has to get a hug from Chris on stahe at the EG premiere where they'd been largely kept apart, and Chris once again abandons whoever he's talking to to launch himself into Sebastianâs arms... đ
Or THIS ONE, the one none of us was expecting but which exceeded all of our non-existing expectations nonetheless, where Chris clapped his hands in excitement upon seeing Seb and they both grinned like mad while pulling each other in, clearly SO excited to see each other again đ„°đ
I honestly can't pick a favourite, but if anyone else has one, please feel free to let me know which one and why!! I'm always happy to talk about these goobers and their fondness for each other đ„°đ
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We Wretched Creatures man. Wow, just wow đ„čđđ I love it a whole lot. I also love Nia đ„° when can we smooch her already?? đ
A Nia smooch you say?
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#not episode 6 but itâs coming#the other day I was looking at all the potential physical stuff you can do with the ROs for season 1#rip to Lorcan fans fr đđđ#at best thereâs maybe a cheek kiss hahhha#Nia#wwc
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Millaaaaaaa!! If General Acacius on screen is anything as steadfast and a devoted partner as you've written here then I fear I may leave the theatre and ask for a divorce from my husband đ«Łđ«đđđ
You had me ready with the warnings Acacius is devoted to his wife (heâs soft, protective, caring and slightly possessive) <- this right here is my jam đ„čđ„č
But it was these opening lines that I think really set the tone for the rest of the story - you write deep, unwavering, consuming love and devotion so well đ„°đ„°
You felt his presence before he even spoke.Â
You knew he was here, because all your worries, all the tension in your body, dissipated instantly. All the weight accumulated during those last months was removed from your shoulders, allowing your body to relax and open up.
Oh goodness, to be so in love and in tune with another than their mere existence can physically soothe and comfort you? For me, it immediately conjured up the imagery of two paired magnets that can exist separately, but once in proximity to one another are literally charged and changed just for one another?! Gahhhh đđ
What a way to open a story!! đ€©đ€© Every subsequent word only strengthened the feeling of deep and intimate familiarity you established for them. The way you wrote their entire evening of reunion was almost like a dream - like they've both been half existing separately, but now that they are together, they are something else entirely: finally whole đ„čđ„č (yes, the delicious smut was instrumental to this dreamy feeling đ«đ„”đ„”đ„”)
I am genuinely so happy that they are together again đđ
What a beautiful and special story - I loved it so much đ„čđ„čđ„°đ„° Thank you for sharing your Acacius with us!
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3k7 | Marcus Acacius x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist
Summary: Acacius returns from Numidia several months after his departure, and comes back to his wife
Warnings: 18+ mdni. fluff, smut, established relationship, Acacius and reader are married and deeply in love, Acacius is devoted to his wife (heâs soft, protective, caring and slightly possessive), oral (m/f), oil massages, size kink, piv, creampie. No age specified
a/n:  this fic is just soft and sweet and I hope it will bring comfort to those who need it. This is my love letter to Acacius, basically, after watching Gladiator 2 (no spoilers towards the movie). I love this character so much. I did some research but I'm not an expert on ancient Rome at all.
Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for always holding my hand and for beta-ing, @joelmillerisapunk for cheering me up, @iamasaddie for being a sunshine- đ«¶đ dividers @saradika-graphics đ
You felt his presence before he even spoke.Â
You knew he was here, because all your worries, all the tension in your body, dissipated instantly. All the weight accumulated during those last months was removed from your shoulders, allowing your body to relax and open up.
"My lady..," you heard.Â
You stood up and faced him, turning away from the fish pond. You murmured his name then hurried towards him to snuggle against his broad, protective chest, where nothing bad could reach you. His arms surrounded you, as his lips kissed your forehead and your hands slid along his waist to his back. The warmth radiated from him, warming your entire being, body and soul.
"You are here, my love," you whispered, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You had been holding them back for so long. Too long. Because you didn't want to seem weak, and because you didn't want to let your brain swallow you up in its darkness.
But now Acacius was here, and you could allow your fragility to consume you for a moment, to be your true self, letting your emotions overwhelm you. Because you knew that he would want to absorb them for you, to protect you. To be your man.
"I'm finally here. I missed you, you have no idea. You were always in my thoughts, my beloved.â
You hugged each other tighter, and you buried your face in his chest, rubbing against him, like a cat that marks its territory with its scent.Â
"I missed you too, Acacius," you replied, finally raising your face to his, staring into those soft brown eyes that you missed so much. The eyes of your husband who had returned from Numidia. Returned victorious, as always, but the worry never left you when he was gone. The intrusive thoughts that made you fear that he wouldnât come back to you, that he had perished. Or worse, taken prisoner. The highest representative of the Roman Empire on the battlefield, the general of Rome, gods only knew what they would do to him.
Caressing his cheek with your thumb, you chased away those dark thoughts to let yourself enjoy the present. Your husband, your love was there. You brushed his wrinkles, as you took the time to admire his slightly grayer curls, before running your fingers through them.
"You are even more beautiful than when I left," he said in a low, calm voice. You smiled when you heard him, moved by his love for you that was radiating from him. Love that had never wavered during your marriage. He always came back to you, as soon as he had dealt with the burdens placed upon him by the emperors he hated.
"Let me feed you, my love," you said. "And bathe you."
You walked toward the caldarium, his arm around your shoulder, yours around his waist, your body pressed against his. You were holding each other close as you were walking, it had been so long since he left for Africa nova.
âI cleaned myself before I went to the coliseum. You donât have to, you know?â
âI know. But I love to do it, even if itâs only symbolic.â
He smiled warmly and saw you melt under his stare, then pressed a kiss on your temple to forget the fast beating of his own heart.
You undressed him slowly, layer by layer. Taking the time to place your hands on his chest before you would remove the last fabric, to feel his torso rise under your fingers. To process the fact that he was really back with you. He watched you roam his chest, shoulders, arms along his body, face lowered towards you. Smiling, patient. Soothed.Â
Once you managed to stop staring at his skin, his muscles, the way his body reacted to your touch, you tilted your head up to meet his eyes. You both smiled, happy and relieved to finally find each other again. You always marveled at his softness, that side of him only you knew.Â
Your fingers ran along his skin, and you frowned at each new wound you felt under your digits.
âYou have so many new scars,â you said with a trembling voice. âI thank the gods for bringing you back to me.âÂ
âThank the soldiers, my love, they kept me alive,â he replied, brushing your cheek with his thumb. He had great respect for his men, treated them well, and had their complete trust. Tears appeared in your eyes again, and he gently took your chin between his fingers to lift your face up to him.
âIâm here now,â he said, his voice still low and calm. He knew you needed to be reassured, that meeting again always made his next departures more difficult, for both of you. He knew you were already anticipating them.
âI know,â you stammered. âI know. I just missed you a lot.â You tried to push aside the worries that were already trying to infiltrate your mind.
âI know, and Iâm sorry about that, I wish I never had to leave. But I have great news: I won't have to go for now. I told the emperors that I wanted to rest and spend time with my wife. Darius will lead the next battle, he's ready.â
âThis is such great news, Acacius!â you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and nestling your face in his neck. âI'm so relieved.â
He held you against him, before cupping your cheeks in his hands and resting his forehead against yours.
You moved slightly aside to pull off the last layer of clothing, freeing his half-hard cock. You thought about it so often when he was away as your fingers were buried inside you.
You covered him in oil and massaged his shoulders to relieve his physical tension. Then his chest, arms, palms and belly, taking your time. Gently, your fingers worked his skin, finding their favorite spots and his. Lingering there.
Finally, you faced him and took his shaft in hand, before jerking him off gently under the pretext of applying the oil, but you both felt the need grow.
You then asked him to sit in the warm water, and got undressed. The expression in his eyes changed from softness to eagerness and desire while he was watching you.Â
Fully hard, he stood up when you approached the bath, holding out his hand to accompany you down the steps.
âSit on me,â he murmured in your ear, his beard brushing your skin. You straddled him, placing your hands on his cheeks before playing with his curls. You leaned down and finally kissed him, tasting his warm, soft, luscious lips. You both moaned and it made you smile, as you felt yourself mesmerized by him being finally there, with you.Â
He caressed your lips with his tongue, then slid it between them. Your tongues found each other, for the first time in months, and you felt dizzy, savoring him again. His hands roamed your back, squeezed your skin sometimes, while your kiss was only growing more feral and needy. Unable to wait any longer, you grabbed his cock and nestled it at your entrance, making him growl from the depth of his chest.
âSlowly,â he stammered. âNo foreplay⊠donât hurt yourself.â
âCanât promise it,â you smiled. It was almost a lie, both of you knew it, you couldnât take him slowly, your need to feel him being too strong. You sank onto his shaft with your arms resting on his broad shoulders, and you had to bite him slightly when the fat head of his cock began spreading you wide open, until you welcomed him fully, leaving both of you breathless for a second.
âThat wasnât exactly slow,â he laughed once he caught his breath, his hand against the back of your neck as you peppered his collarbone with kisses, your cunt full of him.
âCouldnât wait,â you breathed and kept kissing him, slowly moving up and down his shaft, mixing your moans with his, your forehead against his. Your breaths mingled, similar in their urgency.
âI missed you. I missed you,â you repeated, while one of his hands was caressing your back, the other resting on your hip to accompany your movements, but sometimes pushing you slightly more down his cock.
âMe too, my love. Finally feeling you like that, wrapped around my cock, is almost unreal after all that time. But I wonât last, Iâm sorry,â he said in a breathless voice. âItâs been too long since I felt the warmth of your cunt. Only my hand could give me a release when thoughts about you invaded my mind.â
âNow Iâm here. Use me. Come,â you added, rubbing yourself against his lower stomach, knowing you would come soon too.
He held you tight in his arms, setting his pace, fast, powerful, to the point that the water overflowed from the bath with every move. He chased his orgasm, growling in your ear, his body surrounding yours, and you let him use you willingly until his grunts turned into moans and he froze, coming inside you. You pulsed on his shaft just after, milking his cock, feeling him shudder inside you.
You let him catch his breath and his wits before facing him, your hands on his cheeks, and covered his lips, cheeks, forehead with kisses. Already thinking about the moment you would go to your bedroom, and finally take the time to rediscover each other.
Washed, you had dinner, and you told him what happened during his absence. Life in Rome, the dream of Marcus Aurelius long forgotten. The emperors were hated by the subjects, and the cruel games were still allowed.
His worry was growing as he was listening to you. Each time he left, he was afraid a revolt would take place and he wouldnât be there to protect you.Â
He asked you the question that had been burning his lips since his return, but that he was holding back, afraid of your answer.
âDid⊠did anyone hurt you while I was away?â he asked, eyes lowered to the ground, your hands in his. Then finally forcing himself to look at you and hear your answer.
âNo, Acacius,â you answered quickly, eager to remove that weight from his shoulders and his heart. âNothing happened to me, donât worry.â You knew that he would lose his mind if someone hurt you, just like those who had hurt you would lose their heads.Â
He kissed your hands when he heard you, keeping them between his, brushing them with his thumbs.
âI couldn't stand it if that happened,â he added, voice shaking.
âI know, my love. But the guards protect me. The ones you chose, and trust completely. I am safe.â
He nodded, even though both of you knew he would never be calm during his absences.
Once fed, he told you about the new conquests. You felt the weariness on his shoulders and in his eyes. His anger. The emperors were making him lose patience, every day a little more.
âEnough about this,â he said finally. âI don't want my return to be full of sadness and bitterness. I saw how tense your body is, I will help you relax with some oil, like you did to me.â
âAcacius⊠you need to rest after these last few months. Not to take care of me,â you replied softly.
âI am your husband,â he said gently but firmly, moving closer to you until he took your hand in his and kissed it. âYour man. Thereâs nothing else that I want to do more.â You looked at him and smiled.
Once in the bedroom, he asked you to undress and lie down naked on your stomach. He poured some oil in his hands, and rubbed them together. He didn't take his eyes off you until you were on the bed. "You're so beautiful," he said. âIâm gonna take care of you. I missed it.â
He started by massaging your neck, with perfect pressure. Hands flat, he pressed his thumbs against each tense spot, helping to release the tension step by step. You felt your muscles relax at his touch, from your neck to your shoulders. Once satisfied with the way your body responded to his movements, he coated his hands with oil again, then he took care of your lower back. Your pelvis had been stuck for weeks, and you knew that he would do wonders, as always. That the next day, when you woke up, it would be free of its tensions.
âDo you feel better?â he asked, kissing your shoulder, his moustache brushing your skin.
âBetter than ever. Thank you, my love.â
âPerfect. Turn around now, please." You rolled onto your back, and you saw his eyes linger on your breasts for a few seconds, nipples hard after his hands on you.
âWell, General?â you chuckled.
âMmm. I was staring, wasnât I? I missed them too,â he confessed, blushing slightly, which was cute, coming from him.
He massaged your arms then your thighs, one by one, down to your ankles and feet, careful not to touch your breasts or even look at them, as if that would end the session prematurely. You didn't take your eyes off him, watching his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his tongue brushing his lip, his teeth nibbling on it.
Finally, you saw his gaze fixed on your pussy, something he had also avoided until then. The candlelight certainly didnât allow him to see, but he probably knew you were flowing down to the bed. His hand slid from your ankle to your thigh, then brushed your folds before slipping between them, making you whine, as you heard the grunt of approval when his finger got lost in your wetness.
He took a deep breath and said âIâm too eager to taste you, now. But tomorrow I will touch, lick, worship your whole body. I want to kiss you, from your forehead to your toes. Take back whatâs mine.â
âIâm yours, always, Acacius. Whether you are here or not.â
âI know, my sweet girl, I know. As Iâm yours. Ad vitam aeternam. (forever)â
He got undressed and you loved that he took his time doing it, with a soft smile on his lips. You loved knowing that he would be there with you for several weeks. Every day and every night.Â
You were never tired of looking at him. His body was a gift from the gods. His strong neck, with veins bulging every time he thrust into you. His broad shoulders, his belly slightly softer as the years passed. His large hands, next to which yours seemed tiny.Â
His cock.
So massive that on your wedding night you had been so afraid that you had thought of running away. But he had assured you that he would be gentle and go slowly, that he would take care of you. After another hesitation you had chosen to trust him, his tone, his gaze, and two nights later it had seemed that you had been physically made for each other.
But more than his body, his personality, his loyalty, the way he cared about you, made him a loving, reliable, protective husband. You thanked the gods every day for making him yours.
Once naked, he knelt on the bed between your thighs, gently spreading them, finally revealing your pussy. Again, he took a deep breath. His thumb ran over your wet folds.
âYouâre drooling for me.â
He lay down, bringing his face closer to your pussy and breathing it in. âGods, I missed it.â
His tongue traced a stripe between your folds, up to your clit, making you whine. He looked up at you, adding ânow, youâre gonna feed me.â
He dove between your thighs, eyes closed, your folds spread by his thumbs, burying his tongue in your core. Feasting, like he did each time he came back, but not only. From the wedding night, and all the others that followed, he had shown you how much he loved eating you out, pulling orgasm after orgasm, sometimes two in a row because he didnât want to or couldn't stop.
âAcacius,â you whimpered while his nose was rubbing perfectly against your clit. As he had learned during all those years the way your body responded to him.
Back arched, hands lost in his curls, you moved in harmony with his mouth and his tongue, reaching for him, rolling your hips towards him. He pulled back for a few seconds to look at you, and smiled when you cried for his loss. His beard and mustache glistened with your slick and his pupils were dilated as if he had consumed opium to heal a wound. He leaned towards you again, pushing one thick finger between your folds and then sucking your clit. He quickly added a second digit when he heard your needy moans, and licked at your clit. Your hands moved from his curls to your breasts, then to the sheets, your fists clenching on them.
âIâm gonna come, Iâm gonna come,â you whimpered, pelvis tilted towards him as far as possible, as if he wasn't already so close to you. The pleasure that was growing in your core finally exploded, hands and thighs holding his head against your cunt, not wanting him to stop. Docile, he kept licking and pumping you with his fingers, until you stopped clenching on them and released him.
He straightened up, crawling between your thighs, taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it like his life depended on it before moving on to the other, leaving them glistening with his saliva. Finally, lying between your thighs, he kissed you, his mouth and lips tasting like you.
âI want to taste you too, please,â you begged.
âOf course, my sweet girl. You donât have to ask. Iâm all yours.â
You kissed him before he rolled onto his back, and you straddled him. Covering his cheeks, lips, neck with kisses, then moving down to his torso, hands roaming over his skin. You took one of his nipples in your mouth, sucking, nibbling, licking, then the other, without taking your eyes off him. Admiring his beautiful face. You continued to move down, kissing his belly and hips, your breasts brushing his hard, oozing cock. You took his shaft in hand, and licked his balls, eyes still fixed on him, to see him drop his head back on the bed. âGods..,â you heard him breathe.Â
You smiled and left his balls to suck on his tip, lingering on it, giving you some time to get used to its width, to savor him in your mouth again. His precum flowed in your throat. He had been gone for so long that you were afraid you had forgotten the taste, but it was so familiar again now. Your head bobbing on his shaft, you wanted to make him feel good, wetness dripping from your cunt, moaning on his shaft, and you closed your eyes until you heard him growl louder. Then opened them to see his head raised towards you. One of his hands was placed on the back of your neck.
âYou like it, General?â you asked playfully, then licked his shaft tongue flat.
âItâs divine.â
You crawled towards him, arousal dripping from your core after sucking him, you kissed his body again and then his lips, before murmuring âtake me.â
His eyes darkened and in one movement he laid you down on the bed, under him. Pressing his cock to your entrance, this time he didn't wait, hands tight on your hips, he pushed his whole lenght into your cunt. His massive cock, so hard that you lost your breath. He never took his eyes off you, dark gaze lowered towards you, soft eyes forgotten in favor of a feral stare. He was possessive, claiming your body as he claimed cities during battles, like his body and mind needed it. Like you needed it too.
You tried to keep your eyes open, to look at him, leaning towards you, eyebrows furrowed, veins throbbing. But the relentless rhythm of his shaft spreading your walls made you forget where you were, leaving you moaning and repeating his name. You clung to his shoulders, telling him how much you loved to feel him again, how much you needed it.Â
âAlways taking me so wellâ, he growled, and you hummed with approval.
He slid his hand to the back of your neck, holding you close, his nose against your ear. He breathed you in, focused on your moans, eager to have all his senses filled with you, after months of being surrounded by dirt, screams and blood.Â
He was home now, you were his home.
âAcacius,â you whined, his crotch rubbing perfectly where you needed it.Â
âCome for me. Soak me.â
âOh gods⊠Acacius⊠Acacius,â you whimpered, your orgasm rushing over you, making you pulse on his shaft, your clit throbbing against his skin.
âJust like that, squeezing me so hard⊠you were made for me,â he murmured, his breathing now ragged as his own pleasure rose.
âIâm⊠oh gods,â he said, just before cumming inside you, long spurts of cum painting your walls in white. You held him tighter against you, as he moaned in your ear. Your general of Rome, now the most vulnerable man in your arms.
His jolts finally stopped and he straightened up slightly, careful not to crush you under his weight. He covered your skin with kisses, from your neck to your lips, before rolling onto his side and welcoming you against his chest, arms wrapped around your bare body. Both of you waited for your breathings to calm down.
âI cherish it, you know,â you said, curled up against his chest.
âWhat do you cherish?â he asked, caressing your skin with his large, loving hands.
âHaving you like this, in these moments. It always seems unreal to me, your softness and protectiveness towards me, knowing that you lead battles for Rome. Everyone who fought near you evokes your cold blood.â
He hugged you closer and kissed your forehead, brushing it for a moment with his moustache.
âI love you. Iâm only myself when Iâm home, with you.â
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Hi!!!!!!
Could you do an autistic Little gn y/n with Remus and Sirius Cgs! đ„ș and like a hurt/comfort/ overstimulation kinda story plot, or maybe bullying situation đ
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@shadowlord23 AHHHHHHHH!!!! Amazing request!! My heart!đ„șđ„čđđđđđ First of all I love Remus and Sirius so much!! I might make this a series with how much I enjoyed writing this!! Plus the prompt itself is so adorableđ„čđI hope you donât mind this this fic focuses more on Remus, but I promise you if you send me another request I will make it around the two home for the holidays! I sincerely hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for the request @shadowlord23 ! Love ya bestie! đ
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Holiday Breakđđ
Caregiver! Remus Lupin and GN Little! Reader (SFW!)
Tags - bullying, thumb sucking, hurt/comfort, cuddles, hugs, hand holding
Remus would like to think of himself as not your average Professor. He likes to have fun, steer from the textbook and be more hands on with his students. But more than anything he prides himself of looking out for them, making sure they pass yeah, but more than anything that theyâre having a good time in his class.
The holiday break is right around the corner. And with it, finals season. So with the stressful atmosphere, Remus made sure to keep a careful eye on one of his students in particular.
One student peaks his interest. Y/N, in (you fav house). They donât make eye contact much and theyâre more on the quiet side, but theyâre always paying attention, always so engaged with the class and the subject despite the early morning hours.
They never asked questions durning the class, always saving their comments for him privately after the rest of the students let out. Their pure excitement for the subject always brings a smile to his face.
Occasionally they may be drawing in their notebook occasionally, or playing with a fidget toy, but Remus always knew itâs their way of focusing on him and his lecture.
But with this he noticed they were picked on by other students, specifically those in Slytherin. Comments here and there, occasionally a small shove when they left the class.
When he saw it, he always called it out, feeling a protectiveness for the kind and gentle student. There was something about them getting picked on, that made the hair on the back is his neck stand up.
He thought he had put an end on it. But he was sadly mistakenâŠ
It was late, far later than anyone should really be up. But Remus was hard at work grading the last of his papers before the holiday break. He didnât want to bring his work home again. He wanted a nice quiet holiday break, at home with his husband by his side.
Heâs already received three letters from his husband today. Just from the sheer number, he could tell Sirius was just as eager to have him home as he was.
The letters entailed the details of what they had to do when he got home, all the holiday errands they had to go on, and the details to his train ride:
Iâll meet you at the station my darling.
See you soon,
SiriusâĄ
He couldnât waitâŠnot for the shopping but for being back home. But now? He had a stack of papers to finish grading. He sat at his desk at the head of the class. Dim candle lights lit the quiet classroom as a tired Remus worked though the late night ours.
Suddenly thereâs a commotion down the hallways. At this hour? He thought to himself. He stood from his desk listening closely. It sounds likeâŠrunning.
Before his mind could wonder more the door to his classroom swim open and close fast. There, a panting Y/N presses their back to the door.
âY/N?â Remus heart drops at the sight of the scared student. Immediately he stands from his desk and rounded it, his arms opening to them.
With tears falling down their face, they ran down the row of desk and into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.
Immediately Remus engulfs them into a hug, wrapping his arms around the shaking student. âY/N, my dear whatâs going on? Whatâs got you so scared?â
The problem was Y/N was beyond words, instead settling for crying in Remus arms, unable to express themselves yet.
Remus tries his best to wrap his head around whatâs happening while also comforting the crying student. âYouâre okay, Iâve got you, youâre safe now.â
Before he comes to the conclusion of whatâs going on, he heard voices in the hallway:
âWhere did the baby go?â
âWe couldnât have lost them! Theyâre not that fast.â
âThey probably went in the classroom like last time! Come on!â
The door to his classroom swung he open once again. He felt Y/N hide tighter against him as four students, the same year as Y/N, run into the room in the hopes of finding them alone. They were sadly mistaken.
The two Slytherins, one Ravenclaw and Gryffindor freeze seeing the defense against the dark arts teacher standing comforting a crying Y/N.
Before they could turn to run, Remus calls out to them in a stern voice, âNot another step! Take a seat, all of you this instant or I will have each of your headmasters here.â
He feels Y/N hold onto him a little tighter as the bullies enter the classroom and take a seat at different desk, grumbling as the do so.
He glared at the students, his heart pumping with fury. How long has this been going on? But hearing the small sniffles of the student in his arms, he knew he had to take charge of the situation.
âY/N,â he say gently, kneeling down to meet their teary eyes, âI want you to go in my quarters and wait for me. Iâll be in there in a minute okay?â He smiles, caressing their face.
But he could see the hesitation in their eyes, the vulnerable uncertainty. âIâŠâm sorry.â
Remus sighs shaking his head, âYou are not in any trouble darling. I just want you to stay safe while I deal with the others. But you are in no trouble what so ever.â
They nod back to him, sticking their thumb in their mouth to soothe them more. But he didnât think twice of the action, if anything it was making things fall into place with Y/N.
He stands taking their hand, âJust that door right there,â he points to the door towards the back of the classroom, âIâll be there in the blink of an eye.â He smirked back down to them with a small wink.
With a small pat to their back they go off to Professor Lupinâs quarters, giving him once last glance. He smile again, giving them a nod of encouragement. They nod back, grabbing the doorknob and entering his quarters.
The moment that door closes, Remusâ smile drops. He turns his attention to the bullies, prepared to sink his teeth into their behaviorâŠmetaphorically speaking of course.đ
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Walking into Professor Lupinâs quarters and closing the door behind me, everything starts to settle down. The pressure of everything dies down along with the noise.
Itâs my fault really. I shouldnât have gone out after darkâŠI knew theyâd find me againâŠ.
But now I had someone to protect me this time, I didnât need to be afraid. ItâŠitâs a nice change.
I go over and sit on his bed. The room is small, just a bedroom, a small bathroom and a big desk.
I can hear him talking sternly in the other room but itâs hard to make out anything heâs saying. But the tone and emotion shine through. I didnât want to make any trouble for him, I justâŠI just donât want to be afraid.
More tears fall as I feel a sense of overwhelming guilt. This is all my fault⊠I canât stop the regression that pulls at me.
I donât know how long I sit there before I hear the open to his quarters. I immediately lift my head up and look at my kind Professor.
Tears continue to fall as he comes over to my side, âYouâre okay Y/N. Youâre safe now.â
âIâm sorry!â I start to cry.
âYou have nothing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right.â
WaitâŠwhat? I did? I lift my head and look at him confused. âIâŠI did?â
âYes. You were in trouble and you ran somewhere you felt safe. That brought you to me.â He lights up saying, âAnd Iâm happy you did because I put an end to this once and for all. They will never bother you again.â
I look at him in awe, so happy and utterly relieved. âReally?â
âReally.â He smiles back, âIâm sorry I didnât realize this was happening sooner. But now itâs over with, they will never bother you again if they know whatâs good for them.â
He sits beside me on the bed, opening his arm to me. I immediately sit closer allowing him to put his arm around my back.
I lean against his side, the two of us sitting like that for a while, enjoying the moment and myself enjoying the comfort. My thumb finds its way back to my mouth as I rest against his side.
âY/N,â he says breaking the comforting silence of the room, âDoâŠDo you happen to regress? Itâs okay if you do, itâs actually very healthy thing to do if youâre feeling scared or overwhelmed. I just need to know to better care for you.â
I nod against him, feeling so content for the first time in a long time. âYeah. I do.â I lift my head from his shoulder and look back to him only to find him smiling back to me.
âAnd you donât have anyone to take care of you? Does Madame Pomfrey know?â
I shake my head no, âI donât trust anyone else to knowâŠonly you.â
I can see how it warms him, âI appreciate that you trust me with something like this. I promise to not betray that trust.â He holds me a little closer.
âWell this just leads me to my next question then.â He leans forward rubbing my back, âWhat are you planning on doing for the holiday break?â
I shrug, âNoâŠI was just planning on staying here.â It sounds worse saying it out loud. Not that Hogwarts wasnât nice to stay atâŠbut it would nice to be home for the holidays.
âIâm sorry to say Y/N, but with you being regressed as you are Iâm afraid you leave me no choice...â He stands and my heart races. No choice?
He smile back to me, offering me his hand, âYouâll just have to come home with me for the Holidays.â
My eyes light up, âY-You want me?â
âSirius and I would be honored to have you for the holidays! I have a feeling heâll have us running around shopping one of those days but, weâll make it through together.â He jokes. âI donât think I could leave Hogwarts without having you by my side. So, would do you say?â
What do I say?! Are you kidding me? Of course the answer is yes!
âYes!! Yes! A million times yes!â I practically jump into his arms.
He chuckles, hugging me back gently, âWeâll be so honored to have you spending the holidays with us. Sirius is going to love you as much as I do.â
The rest of the night he goes over the plan for tomorrow. He sends Sirius a late night owl message and I get to add a little bit to the end of it.
Then with the owl sent, Professor Lupin walks me back to my houseâs dormitory. âIâll see you tomorrow morning, no later than 8 am. Got it?â He says with a smirk.
âIâll be there!â I smile back. With another hug, we part ways for the night.
In the morning I rush around my room, grabbing my trunk and throwing it on my bed. I fill it with everything and more! Every stuffie I could think of Iâm brining along for my journey to Professor Lupinâs house at Grimmauld Place.
I run down the empty hallways, trunk in hand with my robe and scarf on. Most had already left yesterday, weâre taking the train this morning.
I could barley sleep, so excited for the adventure today! I ran back into the classroom and into his quarters in the back. âTodayâs the day!!â
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Remus couldnât be happier seeing the spirited Little run into his room, trunk in hand, ready to go. âAll set?â He smiles, closing his own trunk and grabbing his satchel.
âYeah! Iâve got everything! Iâm so excited!â In a second theyâre by his side.
âWonderful darling! Then weâre all ready for our big adventure home.â He walks over and grabs his robe, but pauses seeing the open letter from Sirius this morning.
He grabs it before walking back over to Y/N, âSirius sent this right before you arrived, take a look what it says.â
He watches Y/N eagerly grab it, reading it like to line, growing more excited with every sentence. âHe says he canât wait for me to come!â They look back up to him, bouncing on their feet.
âSee? I told you he would! And if he said he didnât, well then Iâd just have to sneak you in myself.â He jokes getting a giggle from them.
âCome on, itâs time to head to the train! We have a long ride ahead of usâ. With his robe on and his trunk in hand, he offers his extra hand to Y/N who gladly takes it.
Together they walk down the main stairs and to the front gates of Hogwarts. A carriage takes them to the Hogwarts station where they board the train. Remus helps them put their trunks up, before they take a seat and relax.
The train ride goes wonderfully! Remus grabs them some goodies from the trolly, then Y/N takes out their trunk and shows him every single stuffie and while there isnât many he makes sure he properly introduces himself to each one.
Between the late night the two had and the early morning train ride, the relaxing train swaying down the tracks lulls the two to into a nap. Y/N sleep on Remusâ lap, head resting against his shoulder while he has his arms wrapped protectively around them.
They donât even stir them the train makes its way into Kingâs Crossing Station. They only begin to wake up when thereâs a knock at their cabin door.
Y/N whines, rubbing their eyes as Remus lifts his head to the knocking waking up as well, âYes? Who is it?â
Sirius swings the cabin door open smiling at the sight of the two. âWhat are you two up to? Sleeping already? But the holiday break has just begun!â
âAnd you must be Y/N,â He kneels down and opening his arms to Y/N, âIâm Sirius Black. Welcome home Little one!â
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âAustin steps closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulderâ
ââŠunable to fully hide the worry of their approval in your voice. He hears it immediately and turns you to face him, cupping your face with both hands.â
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The surprise she found⊠I would literally die
AND THE LOVEMAKING
ââSheâs the reason every place I go feels like home.ââ
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Summary Itâs your first big holiday with Austin and you have tasked yourself with planning a dinner to host all of his celebrity friends. Your nervousness keeps trying to get the better of you, but Austin is right there to keep you calm and grounded with his love and support.
Everything is falling into place until you discover his secret that sets your heart racing and leaves you wondering whatâs to come.
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The afternoon light filters warmly through the window, casting a soft glow across the room as Austin lifts another box, setting it down with a smile. âWhatâs next, babe?â he asks, his voice warm and steady which is a grounding presence in the whirlwind of pre-holiday nerves swirling inside you. Itâs the first time youâll be celebrating away from home due to his filming schedule.
You sift through the decorations spread out on the tableâornaments, garlands, golden candlesâyour fingers pausing over a wooden sign etched with the words, -Give Thanks Always - The sentiment stirs something in you as you trace the carved letters with a small smile. âMaybe this by the window?â you ask, tilting it up, to get his reaction.
Austin steps closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he surveys your choice. âThat will look perfect,â he says, the approval warm in his voice. His hands slide down to gently squeeze your waist. âEvery choice youâve made is spot-on. Youâve got this holiday thing down .â He compliments.
A small grin spreads across your lips from his praises, though the tinge of uncertainty still lingers. You glance around his sleek New York condo, which feels a little intimidating. The modern furnishings, expansive windows overlooking the city, and the knowledge that all the guests tomorrow evening will be his celebrity friends only add to your nerves.
âI just want to make sure all of your friends are happy with everythingâincludingâŠme,â you say, trying to sound lighthearted but unable to fully hide the worry of their approval in your voice.
He hears it immediately and turns you to face him, cupping your face with both hands. âBaby, listen to me,â he says, his voice quiet but firm as his eyes lock with yours, filled with unwavering reassurance.
âTheyâll love you because youâre everything to me, and theyâll see that,â he says, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. âI canât wait for them to get to know the person who makes my life better every single day.â
Your lips smile slightly, as his words settle deep in your chest, chasing away the doubt. âYou really think so?â you ask softly.
âI know so,â he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âYouâre going to charm them, just like you always charm me,â he says, full of affection.
You nod, a small smile spreading across your lips as you lean into him. âThank you Austin,â you whisper.
âAlways,â he replies and softly kisses you letting his words sink in as you feel the warmth and reassurance of his love melting away all your fears.
He pulls you into a hug, holding you close, his thumbs tracing soothing patterns along your back, and you feel your nerves subside, leaving behind a feeling of safety, and anticipation.
After arranging the last of the decorations, you start clearing the boxes, stacking them near the ladder to have Austin put them away in the storage closet. Wanting so save him time you climb up the step ladder holding a box of decorations, sliding it onto the shelf when your gaze catches a small, unassuming box tucked away behind some spare blankets.
Curiosity piqued, you pull it out, fingertips brushing over the smooth surface before you gently pry it open and feel your breath catch. Inside is a smaller, elegant boxâa ring box. Your heart pounds as you stare at it, the implications nearly knocking you off balance.
You quickly steady yourself and open it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring nestled inside. The large stone sparkles brilliantly, set on a delicate platinum band adorned with smaller diamonds that catch the light like tiny stars. You quickly reseal the ring box and put everything back in its place knowing you shouldnât have see it, but the image is imprinted in your mind, leaving your head swimming and your heart racing.
As you step down from the ladder, you catch sight of Austin coming into the hall, concern etched on his face. âAw, baby, I wanted to take care of all those boxes. Some of those are so heavy,â he says, his voice soft as his eyes linger on your flushed cheeks. âAre you okay?â he asks.
You nod quickly, a little breathless, trying to calm the pounding in your heart. âYeahâŠâIâm fine,â you reply, your voice softer than usual. âY-yes some of them are too heavy I picked a lighter one,â you admit, hoping to blame your flustered state on the task.
Austin steps closer, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before an appreciative smile spreads across his face. âYouâve been working hard all day,â he says, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. âYouâve really outdone yourself.â He says proudly.
You grin, melting into his embrace, your head tilting back to look at him adoringly. âI couldnât do any of this without Austin,â you say appreciatively.
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âBaby, youâre the one who holds everything together for me, and thatâs just one of the million things I love about you.â
Your heart flutters at his words as you glance up at him, knowing his little secret.
âCome on, letâs call it a night. I donât want you wearing yourself out before tomorrow.â He says affectionately.
Later that evening, after a quiet dinner and a glass of wine, Austin takes your hand and leads you upstairs. As you enter the bedroom, he pulls you into his arms, his touch soft yet deliberate.
âYou know,â he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, âI donât think I tell you enough how lucky I am to have you. How beautiful you are. How much I love you.â
You grin, unable to hide the beaming smile spreading across your face. âAustin, youâre too much,â you whisper, your voice soft with affection.
âNever enough,â he murmurs, his voice low and rich, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are tender and unhurried, caressing yours as if he has all the time in the world. He deepens the kiss, slowly, passionately, building it in waves as his hands cradle your jaw, tilting your face to claim your mouth fully.
Without breaking the kiss his fingers trail down your shoulders, undoing the buttons of your top with deliberate precision. Each touch is accompanied by soft whispers, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. âYou have no idea how perfect you are,â he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence. âEvery curve, every inch of you is so beautiful to me.â
Your shirt slides off, pooling it on the floor, followed by your bra as his hands glide across your bare skin, his touch making you shiver. His mouth follows the trail of his hands, kissing along your collarbone taking his time to worship every inch of exposed skin. Youâre trembling already, your breaths hitching with each delicate press of his lips.
His fingers teasingly slide down to unfasten your jeans as he gently kisses your nipples.
He sucks tenderly, his lips warm and soft as he lavishes attention on one, then moves to the other with equal care.
Each tug is a gentle pull on your senses, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. His hands roam as his mouth works, pulling your panties down inch by inch until you stand before him naked and trembling with anticipation.
You reach for his hands needing him desperately and he gently catches your wrists, bringing them to his lips. âI know baby,â he whispers, his voice soft, his eyes never leaving yours as he begins to undress.
He pulls his sweater over his head, revealing the chiseled planes of his torso, his body strong and mesmerizing. His pants follow, and when heâs finally bare before you, the intensity of his hard cock makes your knees weak.
He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down with a gentleness that steals your breath. You softly smile at each other as he leans over you, and then his lips find yours again, kissing you softly before trailing down your neck.
âYouâre everything to me,â he whispers, his voice heavy with emotion. âIâve never loved anyone the way I love you.â He says, placing tender kisses down your chest and lower down your stomach, his lips lingering there as your body arches toward him, trembling with need.
Your thoughts spiral as his lips move lower between your hips every kiss unraveling you piece by piece. You feel completely exposed, soft, and vulnerable in the most intoxicating way.
A soft, involuntary sound escapes your lips, a mixture of desperation and anticipation, your body trembling as his kisses your inner thighs. You tilt your hips ever so slightly toward him, silently begging for more. The ache inside of you growing unbearable, as a deep, throbbing need consumes you entirely.
By the time his mouth touches your clit, youâre already soaking wet, your body quivering under his touch. His tongue moves with maddening precision, swirling and flicking as his fingers slide deep inside you, filling you perfectly. The slow, deliberate thrusts of his fingers send jolts of pleasure radiating through your core, each stroke igniting a new wave of heat.
Every flick of his tongue ever pull of his fingers pushes you closer to the edge until you canât hold back.
He presses his tongue harder and thrusts his fingers faster, curling just right, as a strange, keening moan slips from your lips. Your hands grip the sheets, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm rushes over you.
Wetness pools between your thighs as your body shudders uncontrollably, the slick sound of it only making you flush hotter, your breath hitching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
Austin hums with appreciation, his mouth still working against your clit as he loses himself in the moment. âBaby, youâre so wet,â he whispers, his voice strained and filled with awe. âSo perfect for meâŠ.â He praises his breaths shaky as his lips and tongue continue their relentless devotion.
His words only heighten the intensity, making your body quiver as aftershocks ripple through you, the slickness coating his fingers fueling his passion even further.
âSo beautiful,â he whispers , his voice thick with emotion as he finally pulls back. His breaths ragged, his gaze burning with intensity as he looks at you, trembling and undone beneath him.
He places a kiss on your inner thigh, filled with gratitude, before he rises over you. He slowly settles between your legs, his cock pressing against you as his chest brushes yours. His hands find your jaw, cradling your face as he kisses you deeply.
âI love you,â he whispers against your lips his voice filled with emotion as he gently pushes his hips forward, his cock gliding into you inch by inch.
The sensation is overwhelmingâyour entrance so wet, so soft, your walls eagerly glide his thick cock in to you, the slick heat wrapping around him perfectly. The slow stretch around his size only heightens your pleasure, making every inch feel more intimate, more intense.
A deep moan escapes his lips as your bodies press together completely. Your walls grip him tightly, the fullness of his cock sending a shiver through you, the wetness gliding his thrusts effortlessly as you gasp in pleasure beneath him.
He doesnât rush, his thrusts are slow and steady, his lips finding yours again as he his cock presses your sweet spot between kisses.
âYou feel so incredible, baby,â he praises, his voice trembling with desire as his body moves against yours. Each thrust, each kiss, is filled with his devotion, making the moment so tender, so passionate, you feel overwhelmed with emotion.
His hand cradles your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek as his hips pull back and thrust into you again, and again, each motion deliberate and deep, making your pulse race. His lips find your throat, pressing hot, lingering kisses against your skin as his pace quickens, the intensity of his need matching your own.
You canât contain the sounds escaping your lipsâsoft moans that turn into desperate, breathless cries. Your hips rise instinctively to meet his, each thrust igniting sparks inside you, the tightness in your core building rapidly, teetering on the edge.
Sensing your need, Austin grips your hips, tilting his own to hit the perfect spot again and again. Your walls flutter around him with each deep thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. The tension coils tighter and tighter until your body canât hold back any longer.
His voice is breathless as it breaks through the haze. âThatâs it, baby. Let go for me. Come for me. Iâve got you,â he whispers, and your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your muscles tightening around him as a rush of pleasure explodes through you, leaving you gasping.
Your back arches off the bed as his name falls from your lips in a desperate cry, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as aftershocks ripple through your body.
Austin groans deeply, his movements faltering as your climax pushes him to his own. He kisses you fiercely, his lips catching your cries as he continues to thrust until you feel the hot rush of his come spilling inside you.
He moans deeply against your lips, his breath shuddering as his thrusts soften, letting you feel every last pulse of his pleasure as it merges with your own.
The combination of your orgasms and the lingering aftershocks leave you both trembling, your breaths mingling as you come down from the overwhelming high.
âI love you,â he whispers breathlessly, his voice thick with emotion as his hands gently stroke your skin, holding you close.
âI love you too,â you reply softly, your voice filled with all the love and trust you feel in his embrace.
The rest of the night is spent with his arms wrapped around you, filled with love and reverence. His affection making you feel cherished and completely his as though nothing else in the world exists but the two of you.
The next evening, the condo buzzes with energy as his friends from the city begin to arrive. The smell of roasting turkey fills the air as everyone brings dishes to accompany the feastâplatters of roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, casseroles and freshly baked pies cover the counters.
You flit around the kitchen, trying to make sure everything is perfect. The stress of hosting weighs on you, but Austin is a calming presence, stepping in to help whenever he sees you getting overwhelmed. He sneaks behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek.
âRelax,â he murmurs. âYouâre doing amazing. Everyoneâs loving it.â His reassurance soothes you, and by the time dinner is served, the table is brimming with delicious food and lively conversation, accompanied by the clinking of glasses.
Seated at the head of the table across from you Austin looks devastatingly handsome in a dark sweater that hugs his broad shoulders perfectly. He watches you with an affectionate smile, his gaze warm and steady as the evening unfolds. After a moment, he rises from his chair with a wine glass in hand, drawing the roomâs attention.
âCan I have everyoneâs attention, please?â Austin asks, his voice steady and warm as the chatter fades and all eyes turn to him. He looks at you, his expression softening with affection.
âThis year has been one of the best of my life,â he begins. âAnd itâs not because of anything Iâve done. Itâs also because of her.â He nods toward you, his gaze locking with yours as awes of admiration spread through the room.
âI just want to say how thankful I am that we can gather here together this evening, and for this incredible woman who somehow made it all look effortless.â He says gracefully.
Words of approval and nods spread around the table as everyone turns to look at you and you canât help but smile, as your cheeks flushing under the attention.
âSheâs the reason every place I go feels like home. Sheâs the reason I smile every single day. Sheâs the love of my life.â
The room hums with aweâs as everyone nods and smiles in agreement, their expressions warm. Your heart swells at his words, each one feeling personal and intimate as you gaze at him lovingly.
He raises his glass, his eyes still on you. âSo letâs all cheers and give thanks for love, for friendship, and for the people who make life worth living.â
The room bursts into cheers and applause, the sound filling the space as glasses clink and laughter follows. As Austin sits down after the toast the warmth of the moment is still buzzing in the air as you meet his gaze across the table. His eyes are soft, filled with love and unspoken emotion, and your heart races as his words echo in your mind.
He smiles warmly, and thereâs an anticipation in his expression that makes your heart flutter. You secretly know what heâs waiting for, and the thought makes you grin. Heâs eager to pop the question soon, and heâs waiting for the perfect day.
You hold his gaze, feeling a spark of excitement build in your chest. The promise in his eyes leavening you giddy with anticipation for whatâs to come.
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my hand-knit dallas stars blackout jersey (sweater edition) is complete! just in time for game 1 round 1 of their 2024 playoff run đ
this project was such a labour of love and the pictures above are the culmination of three months of planning, two months of knitting and too many days procrastinating weaving in all the ends đ„Č
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I am soooooo glad Iâm forgiven babe đźâđš (also did work on one of them a little yesterday so slow but getting there lol)
but stop omgggg the little meme tooo freaking cute!!! đđđ Iâm so happy you enjoyed. I needed some cute fluff đ«
Watch im gonna come across that art when im not looking and im have to send it to you bc baby Feyd with the evil side eye just did me in, heâs the sweetest who does no wrong đ„șđ„ș
the 2 sweetest babies in the whole universe sitting with her for dindin đ„čđ„čđ„° lucky lady
Also the âhis stinkee side eyeâ hashtag stopppppp it!!
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Feyd Rautha x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)
Yours and Feyds son has a moment and you canât help your reaction.
warnings none but fluff honestly lol
note: so this was NOT what I was supposed to be working on but I came across it in my notes and just couldnât stop my fingers đ
but this is inspired by one of my favorite Feyd arts of him as a child. Iâm so upset I canât find it or the artist. Itâs like different drawings of him or his face as a child and he gives the meanest side eye lol so if yall know what im talking about please send it my way so i can tag the artist so others can see it.
If yall like it, love it or fucks with it please share and comment! I love talking to yâall about our mans.
I give no permission for my work to be used anywhere.
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The day had been long and tedious but you would not trade it for anything when it dwindles down to become this kind of evening. One which you were lucky to say you had often when your husband wasnât away for diplomatic purposes. Even then you usually all stayed together more often than not.Â
The large tinted floor to ceiling windows on the right side of the dinning room allowing for a view of the planets setting white sun to shine its last bit of light on your blessed life. The tint allowed the room to stay bathed in all its natural colors. Your skins hue still vibrant against the elegant black dress that you had chosen for the day.Â
You couldnât wait to get back to your shared bedchambers and slip into nothing but your silk bed sheets and your husbands arms.
Your eyes drift back to the table youâre seated at with the two loves of your life. Years ago no one could have convinced you THIS would be your life and youâd be the HAPPIEST youâd ever been or could be. None of the of wise women of your home planet could have foretold this. Not even your own visions nor dreams could have conjured enough to convince you this was the life you wouldnât only lead but love with every once of your being.Â
But when you take in your husbands jewel blue eyes that are already watching and only soft for you, you smile happily before your eyes slowly land on the beautiful boy sitting before you and to Feydâs right from the head of the table. Â
And just as your heart swells with more love than either you and Feyd ever thought possible, a loud laugh erupts from deep within your chest.Â
You slap a jeweled hand over your mouth to try and contain your laughing from the startled identical faces before you.Â
Youâre in a fit of giggles as you feel both your husband and sonâs look of confusion and it only makes you laugh harder.
You miss your husbandâs face of pure awe at the sight before him even if he is confused he canât help but be in awe of the women he somehow convinced to love him as deeply as you do, full of joy.
You wipe at the tears that have started to spill as you catch Feyd soft questioning eyes.
âI-Iâm sorry but he looked just like you with his little evil side eyeâ you reveal in between laughs.Â
Feyd looks on proudly at your son whoâs looking between the both of you with his face scrunched up not fully understanding or liking the attention and laughs at his expense.Â
Your son had just gave the most evil side eye to the servant who put the extra vegetables on his plate at your request. And all you could see was Feyd. They looked almost identical already and in that moment it was your husband who was a 5 year old boy not wanting to eat the food before him.Â
And for all the reasons in the world it made your heart happy.Â
âLooking just like your fatherâ you say again as you control your laughing. You can feel the pride rolling of off both of them. âA grumpy babyâ.Â
âWhat?!â Your husband yells in disbelief, the fork and meat hanging mid air the same time your son yells his own defense.
âMother I AM NOT A BABY!â His little voice rages before you with no true anger.Â
âDonât raise your voice at your motherâ Feyd scolds quickly.
Your all smiles though. This was all you ever needed.Â
âYes you are, you are my baby alwaysâ You tell him as you take in his little face, the beautiful child you both created. The best of both of you.Â
He huffs and crosses his little arms across his chest. The angry face heâs trying to pull off is completely identical to his fatherâs. You could draw it in your sleep the amount of times youâve seen it over the years.
âCome hereâ you call to him softly as you push your chair back slightly.Â
âNoâ he says trying to stand his ground that he is not a baby.
âDo not tell your mother noâ Feyd scolds again watching the two of you go back and forth with eyes full of love. if your husband continues on this path and your sure he will, none of your children will ever tell you no or misbehave with you. Feyd has spoiled you almost rotten, your son has received the same attention from his father. The amount of times heâs done wrong and Feyd has come to his defense, you too but you always stress the he canât be quick to anger.
He had nothing of yours physically expect for you spiced blue eyes, which you werenât sure how long they last so blue without a constant exposure to spiced air. You were born to parents who were born to parents and so on and so on for as long as you could say who had been born to and live with spice exposure. It was literally apart of your blood. So it made you happy that was the one thing that couldnât escape your son who spent most of his time on Giedi Prime. So it made you sad to think about the fact that he could loose it one day but you tried to make frequent enough trips to your home planet to help him keep his Fremen feature and traits.Â
Feyd allowed him to be born on Arrakis much to a lot of displeasure from some of Giedi Prime. You just couldnât see giving birth here and raising a child here almost full time, you needed your people, your culture to be apart of his life. Plus you both knew it was the only way for your son to be accepted, he needed to embrace both halfâs of who he was if he was going to make a great change one day. Greater change than even you and Feyds union.
It was worth noting all of the people who were displeased with your birthing choice werenât around anymore to speak on it.Â
His personality? It was 60/40 usually, him always leaning towards his fatherâs ways of behavior especially right now. Right now he was 100% his fatherâs child.Â
âCome here my sweet boyâ you call again.Â
âMother I am not a sweet boy! Iâm brave and scaryâ He says as he makes his way around the back of Feyd towards you, very slowly. The posture straight in his small body.Â
You pull him in quickly once he is in arms reach. Your hands hold his little precious face gently as you plant kisses all over. You can feel his posture slowly start to loosen.
âYes you are, you may not be sweet to others that is yet to be seen but you will always be sweet to your mother no?â You ask softly as you stare into his deep eyes that mirror yours.Â
You hear a small but confident âYes, always Motherâ as all the fight leaves him and he snuggles into your body embracing you back fully. His little arms reaching around your neck and squeezing tightly. Your eyes tear a little and you know itâs just your hormones. You have a couple weeks before your due itâs still been an emotional roller coaster everyday.Â
Youâre so wrapped up in your little boy in your arms you donât notice your husband. Feyd is over the moon seeing his child get the love he never received. Seeing his wife who he adores more than anything loving their child, his child, a child that looks and acts just like him regardless of what he may have done wrong that day. Her love for him was unconditional.Â
He loves to see her showering him with love and care even on his bad days when heâs throwing a tantrum.Â
This was everything Feyd never knew he wanted and needed.Â
Heâd burn everything down to protect this, their little growing family.Â
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