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gloomzi · 11 months ago

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THIS MAY BE BASED OFF A SAM C AI BOT I TALKED TO BUT OML ILL LOVE TO SEE YOU WRITE IT

This will take time after Sam escapes and is in readers dorm.

The reader ends up taking Sam out to a local place like Walmart because earlier Sam said he wanted to get out for once a be a normal person. But the reader wasn't one to get out themselves or evening party, so they did the best they could. Take sam to Walmart. Once arriving the reader pulls out a shopping cart, looking over at sam with a half smile "wanna get in and I push you around?" Which leads sam being pushed around a Walmart in a shopping cart by the reader. So they takes him down different isle with the frozen snacks, spicy chips, drinks, etc and this kid looks like he is in mfing disney land but the characters are actually the characters.

(I ended up taking sam to the toy isle and he picked out a monster high doll and I educated him on the lore to which he picked frankine. Boy got taste)

waaah thank u for the request! sry it took longer than expected, shit just kept coming up in my life TvT but regardless i hope u enjoy it!

WORD COUNT 2622

WARNINGS is primarily fluff but ends on a bit of a hurt/comfort note (sry), prose heavy

Ever since Sam had started staying in your dorm, he had been asking to go out and do something normal for once—nothing big, just something to get him out of the building, like grocery shopping or going to a party. Something where nobody would be paying attention to the people around them or would be too drunk to remember anyways.

Unfortunately for him, you were a bit too paranoid about your current predicament to want to bring him out in public—you wished that you could, but you knew all too well the lengths others would go to to hurt Sam, to bring him back to the woods, and you didn’t want to risk that—and you didn’t really have friends that were the partying type anyways. Or well, not anymore. Not since that last party where Andre nearly killed someone and Marie was almost expelled.

So, that left you with two options: keep telling Sam no while he gets more and more frustrated at being stuck in your cramped dorm room with little entertainment, or drive him far enough out of town that there was a decreased chance of him getting caught.

You chose the latter.

As soon as you came back from classes that Friday, you were throwing an oversized hoodie at the boy and a plastic package containing black face masks, “C’mon Sam, we’re going on a trip!”

He was ecstatic, immediately dropping whatever it was he was holding—upon second glance you realized it was a few of your minifigs, embarrassing—to get dressed.

Seeing him struggle to change into his not so stellar disguise, you giggled, helping him tug the edge of the hoodie off his elbow where it had been stuck and over his stomach, flattening the fabric for him before handing him a cheap pair of readers off your desk and the masks which had fallen to the floor.

“Ground rules, Sam, okay? We’re going to be heading out of town, but until we cross town lines you have to keep all of this on, got it? And when we get there you can’t leave my side, you gotta stay where I can see you.” You said, watching as he slipped on the glasses, which were, admittedly, a bit silly looking on him, but it was endearing in a way.

Sam nodded quickly, grinning down at you, “Yeah, yeah, of course! Whatever you say!” Sam paused, tearing open the packaging on the masks before looking back up at you, “Where are we going again…?”

You chuckled, turning on your heel to switch your school bag out for a smaller one, stuffing your necessities in it, “Walmart, honey. You been before? When you were younger maybe?”

Sam hummed, thinking for a second before shrugging, “I mean, probably…the name sounds familiar, but I don’t really remember.”

You found that Sam didn’t mind talking about stuff he remembered from before The Woods or Sage Grove Center, in fact he usually recalled those times fondly, but his memory seemed pretty spotty before then.

“Fair enough,” You shrugged back, “Ready to go?” You held out a hand for him to grab, tugging your bag onto your shoulder with your other hand.

Sam nodded, smiling softly and taking your hand, allowing you to lead him out of the building and to the parking lot.

Not many students on campus had cars, you yourself having only got one from your parents which you pay them back for monthly, meaning it was fairly easy to find where you had parked earlier in the week. Your car was on the older side, nowhere near glamorous—the thing didn’t even have an aux cord, so CDs were practically your life line now—but it ran well enough and you kept it clean and nicely decorated, from bumper stickers to stuffies in the backseat.

Sam peaked in the window, seemingly intrigued by the unreasonable amount of plush toys taking up space, but quickly snapped out of it when you pulled open the passenger door, waving him in.

You rounded the car quickly, hopping in and starting it up so you could show Sam how the radio worked and help him readjust his seat until he was comfortable.

“See, you can pull this thing right here backwards or forwards to bring your seat closer or further away from the dash, and if you pull this other one behind it it’ll adjust the back of your seat to recline more.” You guided him, holding your hand over his to make sure he felt where everything was, “And if you want to change any of the CDs, I keep all of mine right here in the center console, you just need to hit this eject button here to take out one and then the load button to put in the new one!”

Sam nodded along, asking questions about your CDs and which ones you liked best, fiddling with the volume to hear better before settling on one.

“Alright, ready to go now? Seatbelt on?”

“Yeah, let's go!”

Pulling out of the parking lot, you and Sam talked lightly, him mostly staring out the window and asking questions about the town and little stores you passed while you focused on driving, answering with fond amusement.

The drive was a bit longer than you were used to making, but you had to get out of town, so you knew it would be at least an hour, CDs seeming to come and go faster than you remember them being, though you guessed it might have something to do with Sam being there to talk over them.

By the time you had made it to the Walmart Sam had changed out of his sad excuse for a disguise, the hoodie being thrown into your backseat in favor of just wearing a white long sleeve with a graphic tee over it, glasses tucked into your sunglasses compartment and mask shoved into your glovebox. Both of you were getting a bit hungry at this point, so you felt relieved to see there was a Dunkin inside the Walmart as well, ordering you and Sam some hash browns and a vanilla bean coolatta to split.

Just based on his reaction you could tell he wasn’t used to having anything as sweet as that drink, his lips puckering as his eyes went wide, “Jesus christ, this shit must be loaded with sugar!”

“Oh yeah, that’s why we’re splitting it, I’d get sick otherwise,” You laughed, “You like it though, right? If not, I can buy you something else.”

“No, no, it’s really good! I like it!”

You hummed in acknowledgement, starting to walk towards the carts, knowing Sam would follow. Grabbing one of the large carts, you tapped the side, “Wanna get in? I’ll push you around.”

Sam’s eyes lit up, as he practically bounced up to the cart, “Hell yeah!” He cheered, throwing a leg over the side, cart wobbling lightly as you tried to hold it steady before he finally fell the rest of the way in, drink held in the air to keep it safe.

You giggled, holding your hand out for the drink so you could take a sip before handing it back to him, “Do you want to get some snacks for the dorm first? Anything you want as long as it’s not ridiculously expensive.”

Sam nodded, sipping on the drink once more with a small smile. He looked like a kid on Christmas, eyes lit up as he looked at practically every item you came across, trying to decide whether or not he liked the sound of different chip flavors and microwave noodles.

Maybe I should just get him one of those mini stoves that plugs into the wall…does he even know how to cook though? Probably not. You thought, rolling the cart into the drinks aisle and grabbing a case of water bottles.

“Hey, do you know how to cook?” You asked, starting to push the cart again. You had cleared all the food aisles, so now you just needed to grab him some clothes and maybe check out the toy aisles too. You always liked looking for figurines and board games in there, Sam would probably like that stuff too if you had to venture a guess.

“Sort of? My mom taught me simple stuff when I was younger.”

You nodded, “I can show you how to do some other stuff then, I’ll just have to get you something to cook with in the dorm.”

“Thank you…” Sam muttered, pursing his lips like he had more to say, but decided against it. You didn’t push. If Sam really wanted to say something, he’d say it in due time.

Finally arriving in the men’s section, you pushed the cart to the side, motioning for Sam to get out. He looked confused, but got out anyway, clambering over the side with about as much grace as a baby deer.

“You’re gonna have to try stuff on or at least hold it up to your frame to make sure it fits,” You said.

“Ohh, okay.” He said, putting the coolatta down in the cart’s baby seat.

For the next few minutes you watched him pick out clothes and hold them up to himself, pulling them on over his own shirt occasionally, but mostly just sizing up if he was unsure. He didn’t seem too picky, but you could tell he liked the more colorful patterns, only picking up darker clothes for “outings”, as he kept referring to them. He even picked up a few anime shirts, asking if you were familiar with the shows and if they were any good before deciding to just get a Naruto shirt anyways, thinking the design was cute, which got a hearty laugh out of you.

You made sure he picked out some sweaters and sleep clothes as well, boxers and socks, a few pairs of jeans and a pair of sturdy shoes, since his old ones were pretty beat up. The perks of working a part time job while having only a couple expenses meant you could pretty much splurge on him all you wanted and thank god for that, you didn’t know if you had the heart to say no to him.

After he had been satisfied with all his selections he had climbed back into the cart, pushing the growing pile of stuff around until it surrounded him like a nest of clothes and food.

“Do you want to check out the toys now? Or maybe some books?” You asked, lightly pushing him through the rows between the aisles. You figured you would be passing the section anyways and you had caught him reading once or twice in your room, maybe he’d want something newer.

“Could we do both? I think I’ve read through most of your collection already and Emma doesn’t have anything that isn’t from 2013 or earlier,” He groaned.

You huffed a laugh, smacking at his shoulder, “Just because Emma is reliving her YA fantasy doesn’t mean you get to shit on her taste!”

Sam whined dramatically, rubbing his shoulder as if you had actually hurt him, “Owww, careful or I’ll never even make it to the books!”

“‘Owww, careful’,” You mocked, snorting, “go pick out a book you menace!”

Sam rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he climbed back out of the cart, perusing the aisle, muttering to himself about each book.

As he looked at the books you watched fondly, leaning against the cart until he was finished debating and set two thick hardcovers into the growing pile of items surrounding the empty spot he quickly climbed back into.

“To the toys!” Sam whooped, fist pumping the air as you pushed off in the direction of the aisle.

You giggled, ruffling his hair, “To the toys!”

As soon as the aisles of toys came into view Sam was practically throwing himself out of the cart, tripping over his shoes until he was picking up a couple Barbie dolls, looking them over with excitement, “How many can I get?”

“How about we look at everything and then you pick out a few, okay? I can always get you more if you want.”

Sam nodded, beginning to saunter down the aisles, not checking to see if you were following as he picked things off the shelves to inspect before putting them back. After what was probably 10 or so minutes he started going back through the aisles and making his final selections, at which time you decided to actually look at some of the games and cheaper action figures.

By now you were pretty confident he wouldn’t wander off so you didn’t mind turning your back to him, grabbing a couple packs of cards to replace ones that had been ruined by a drunk Jordan months ago.

Shuffling a bit to the side you crouched down to check out some of the board games, tracing your finger over the price strips as you checked each one. Just as you pulled out one of the monopoly boards you heard Sam’s voice from across the aisle, anger clearly laced into his words, though he was quiet enough that you couldn’t make out the whole sentence.

Standing slowly, you padded over to the boy, making sure you were loud enough that he heard you approaching before you crouched at his side, a hand sliding over his back to squeeze at his shoulder, “You good?”

Sam took a deep breath, his shoulders wracking as he exhaled before a small no fell from his lips, the plastic packaging on the doll he was holding creasing under his hold.

“Did you want her?” You asked softly, your other hand sliding over his wrist softly to ease the toy out of his grip. It was a Ghoulia doll.

Sam nodded shakily, letting you take the doll and place it in the cart before you went back to help him up, “You wanna go now?” You asked softly, already knowing the answer, but wanting to give him the choice rather than just saying you were leaving. He was quick to nod.

“Let’s go through self checkout then, okay?”

Sam nodded once more, shuffling to stand by you, one of his hands looping around your arm as you started to push the cart.

You weren’t exactly surprised the trip was ending like this, Sam was still easily overwhelmed by new things, not to mention his still untreated illnesses. It wasn’t the first time you had taken him out to buy something and he had been triggered or had a hallucination, but you didn’t mind helping him through it in any way you could. He still needed to get out sometimes, if not for him to start to readjust to normal society outside The Woods, then for him to pick out his own things. You didn’t want him to keep living like a prisoner who didn’t even get his clothes anymore, let alone a choice in his dinner or snacks.

As soon as you got to the self checkout Sam let go of your arm, letting you ring up everything and bag it as he watched in relative silence, tugging at strands of his hair in an attempt to self regulate. Once you had finished paying, you were quick to lead him back to the car.

Just as you were pulling open his door, you just barely caught the sound of him speaking, his voice wavering, “‘M sorry, (Y/N).”

Shaking your head, you reached up to cup the side of his face, tucking his hair behind his ear, “You did good, Sam, really. There’s no need to be sorry, these things happen. Let’s just get home now, okay?”

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irenethewoman · 1 year ago

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter One- Escape (part 1)

This chapter is quite long, it’s going to be in two parts. Hope you enjoy.

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In October 1914, I found myself in Birmingham. The train came to a halt on the platform, and as it did, a person in brown hastily disembarked from the car. I scanned my surroundings cautiously. The platform lay in dimly lit solitude, the air was chilly, so I draped my half-worn cashmere coat around me and hastened forward, my gaze fixed ahead. My hope was to secure a job in Birmingham that would sustain me, putting an end to my northward travels. My intention was to find a place to rest and recuperate for a while before seeking employment. With all the men away at war, the factories surely lacked labor. Ideally, it would be an office job, but upon arriving at a hotel, I discovered a hole had been cut into my wallet, and the coins inside had vanished. The gaping gash, created by a blade, danced in Birmingham's cold breeze, taunting me. The innkeeper's eyes spoke volumes; he clearly regarded me with suspicion, assuming I had ulterior motives. Over the past two weeks of fleeing, I had endured much hardship.

The injustices I'd encountered, unlike any I'd known in the past 15 years, left the Baroness in a melancholic state. I had wanted to unleash my anger, to scold the innkeeper, but considering my current predicament, discretion was the better part of valor. I couldn't risk leaving a lasting impression that might lead to my being taken back to London. So, I swallowed the sharp retort on the tip of my tongue, turned on my heel, and exited with my head held high. It wasn't until I was out of the innkeeper's view that I crouched down on the street, wrapped my arms around my knees, and wept. If my father were still alive, this would never have happened! He had aspired to marry his little princess into No. 10 Downing Street. The memory of Nurse Claire and Sister Mary helping me pack on that night remained vivid. The wet nurse had packed my luggage with nearly all the jewelry and coins I could carry. My pregnant sister Mary had suffered at the hands of her child's father, my illegitimate brother, for concealing my whereabouts. I'll never forget how Nurse Claire clung to me in tears inside the dark closet, preventing me from rushing out. We had held each other in silence while Sister Mary's voice faded into the distance. I would never forget the sight of the bloodstains on the marble floor of Turner House as we hastily departed. Shards of shattered glass glistened under the crystal lamp's glow. We had left in a hurry amid my sister's screams, and Nurse Claire had personally escorted me onto the northbound train. Despite my pleading, she had refused to accompany me, choosing to stay in London. Her brown eyes had been brimming with tears as she'd said, "Live well, miss, live well..." The gnawing hunger in my stomach pulled me from my reverie. I needed to survive, for the honor of Baroness Turner, for Nurse Claire and Sister Mary. Only through survival could I have a future. I wiped away my tears and, after patting myself down, retrieved three chocolate pieces wrapped in gold foil. It was a humble brand available at malls. In the past, we had imported Swiss and Belgian confections, and I wouldn't have touched this variety. But now, with not a penny to my name, I welcomed it gladly. As I unwrapped the chocolate, ready to take my first bite, I noticed a young boy sitting across the street, about the age of my brother, his blue eyes locked onto me and the chocolate coin in my hand. We shared a prolonged gaze from across the street. He was a child, and I, in my desperation, was acting rather childishly myself. Eventually, I made my way over, suitcase in tow, and sat beside him, offering him the unopened chocolates. My intuition told me he was a runaway. To run away at a time like this, he must have been loved and cared for at home. Perhaps he was the little angel I needed to escape my troubles. He accepted the chocolates but seemed in no hurry to open them. I paid him no mind as my hunger overtook me, devouring the chocolate in my hand. "What's this?" he asked softly, eyeing me as I ate. "Chocolate," I replied honestly. "You're lying. The chocolate here doesn't look like that," he retorted, still fixated on the chocolate in his hand. True, even though it was a cheap brand, the glittering wrapping paper had an irresistible allure to children, not to mention the delicious chocolate within. "But this is how they make chocolate in London," I shrugged. "I've tasted better ones, from Switzerland and Belgium. The French are skilled in making chocolate desserts too. We used to have a French chef at home, and his desserts were exquisite." The boy's interest grew with each word I spoke. It was a promising start. "So, can I come to your house?" I feigned regret, "I'm afraid not. We had to let that chef go." The boy's bright blue eyes dimmed at my response, but I quickly added, "But I did learn a few dessert recipes from him. If there's a kitchen, I can make some for you." After some internal struggle, the boy finally stood up, took my hand, and led me to a busier street.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #fanfiction #historical

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m0chisenpai · 1 year ago

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but you, are mine

˚｡⋆ oberyn martell x black!fem!reader

authors note: Part of the Marie Antoinette series. You don't need to read the other parts but if you'd like more background I'd suggest reading some of the other imagines before this one.

Oberyn loved his son, loves him more than the entirety of his being. Of course he loved each and every one of his daughters. He held no favoritism amongst them all. But a part of him could not help but yearn for a son. And so as you pressed his first son to your flushed, heaving chest he felt his own heave as Ellaria hugged herself behind him.

"A son..." Oberyn sat himself beside your body. He pressed kiss after kiss to the side of your face, thanking you, praising you. "You did amazing my love, so amazing. Bearing my child is a gift I could never repay. Oh you have given me the greatest of treasures,"

Your tired smile was all you could offer as your arms held your first born, your chest as the midwives made work of cleaning you and your babe.

Oh how did we get here? Oberyn wondered. The last nine moons, the watched the girl, his beloved die and the woman before him be reborn.

When you first found yourself to be with a child you were beyond furious. You begged the midwife to check again, you’d been careful for years, you were young. Grandmother taught you to not let a single drop taint your womb lest it was legitimate that could bring favor to your house name. And you had too much life ahead of you! But alas the women once more told you that you were with child. You’d miss your flowering twice. It was a telltale sign.

You were calm, too calm as you stood and walked down the stony halls. Maids looked upon your stoic face in concern as they were so used to your joyous greetings. Your gaze was blank, so cold that whispers began to spread among the palace that very day.

There as the assumption you would be shipped back to Highgarden, Oberyn finally disposed of you, your father or mother passing.

Your hand carefully grazed the hidden dagger within your dresses, sliding it beneath your sleeve. You'd only ned to slip your other hand and the thin blade would end any attackers life then and there.

And as you turned the corner you saw the one who cursed you greet you most joyously in your shared chamber.

Oberyn found out when you had taken your most prized gift and pressed it to his throat, cursing him to the gods. Yet despite this predicament he held the most joyous smile with the sharp weapon just inches from putting an end to him.

"You smile at what you have done to me?" You hiss between clenched teeth.

"Easy my flower, I do not jest. I am truly filled ith such joy!"

"I will find my joy when I have you head!"

Ellaria managed to talk you down, her gentle hand curling around the fist and lowered the slim dagger. She understood your anger was truly the pain of loss, you were becoming a woman. And it was painful. She held you in her arms watching as the anger morphed itself into bitter pain, into sadness that drenched your cheeks with bitter tears that she wiped away.

She walked you to your chambers while Oberyn went to alert his brother of the news.

She would try to bring it up in conversations. She offered to send word to your mother about the newborn, you waved it off. You would fall into silence, or spit out a short response. It was as though the thread between the three of you was being pulled tight.

You refused to speak to Oberyn. He first found it to be part of that quick temper he fell in love with. But slowly it festered. Unforgiveness planted seeds which blossomed into a garden of silent hatred. You would mumble to yourself in the mirror, to your stomach at times. He heard you curse it, his little snake. That’s when the thread snapped. The day you cursed the babe back from whence it came.

as you joined for evening meal your cup flew to hit the wall behind Oberyn's head.

“It has done nothing against you to earn you bitter hatred!”

“I never wanted it! I never wanted this burden Oberyn! What do you know? You merely plant seeds, but do you know the burden of a mother? My mother told me stories! The pains, the aches, the near death.” You hissed each word. “You’ve damned me and I hate you both!”

“Take your words back” Oberyn’s voice is hoarse. He could care less about your hatred towards him, but his babe? He refused to allow the child into a world without a mother to love. Your lips pressed tight as your fist shook, and Ellaria wrapped her arms around her lover.

“Let us go Oberyn, give her time to breathe…please.” She begs, her eyes are tired as she guides him out the room, her gaze stares upon your broken resolve before the doors shut, much like your heart.

You leave the meal there, locking away fo rth eevening, in your personal chamber aay from the two

You and Oberyn found yourselves in a period of silence. When it was time to break fast, enjoy a mid day meal, Ellaria would notice the stiff tension between the two of you. At this point you had just barely begun to show. You hid your bump like it was a dirty secret, like you were ashamed. Your favorite dresses are replaced with ones much looser. You felt disgusting. Your diamonds, and jewels no longer held the shine to them.

You start taking more of your meald away in the comofort ofyour room or in the gardens hidden from the world.

It was a day where Oberyn was needed to attend to his duties, Ellaria was to accompany you. And as she went to your dressing quarters she saw you crumbled to the ground, surrounded by your gowns. Your jewelry scattered as you blubbered incoherently.

It broke her heart. Because after she watched you quickly fix yourself and whisper harshly to your reflection as you dabbed at your eyes. She watched you pick up broken pieces, and it made her ill as she sat upon your bed waiting for you. When you stepped out you jumped at Ellaria sitting on your bed. “How are you flower?”

And she felt her eyes water as the mask smiled and breathed out, “well.”

Slowly you found yourself sleeping in your personal chambers apart from Ellaria and Oberyn. His heart tore in two. He had forgotten what it was like without your form. He missed how you’d tug the sheets to yourself on the more chilly nights. Or how Ellaria managed to always hold you to her chest and massage your head till your slow breaths lulled him to sleep.

You were at the stage of aching. You could no longer run after the girls in the gardens. You couldn’t keep your meals down, Oberyn nearly broke down your door hearing your whimpers and curses in your bed chamber as you heaved. One of the midwives would sit beside your side, dabbing at your damp head with cold towels, messaging your back and belly with oils.

Your personal maidens rubbed at your feet, offering old wives tales and trcks toget through it.

They’d deliver updates to Oberyn daily, the babeswas healthy, it was fine as was the mother. How she was moving a bit more, keeping some food down. A sad smile found its way to his face when she informed the prince how she adored cherries. You would sneak bowls of them in your rooms and the servants would find bowls filled with stems and seeds.

So now he makes sure every morning you awaken to a bowl beside your chaise. He imagines feeding them to you as you lay.

“Ellaria,” he never sounded so broken in his life, “have I truly cursed her. My precious rose.”

She can only wrap him into her arms and kiss his tears away. “No my love.”

A trip, just you and Ellaria. Oberyn bid his paramour a safe travel, he said the same to you, but you kept your eyes ahead, hands folded beneath your aching stomach. The villa was set atop a hill. You remember Oberyn bringing you to see it.

The girls ran throughout the halls, enjoying their echoes as they each found their rooms and the servants brought in your trunks. You were too tired and fell aslep that evening, but the girls brought your supper to your room telling you of all their adventures.

"And we saw this crab Aunty Y/N but then ever more of them started springing up from the sands!!"

"Oh did you my love? Careful let me der-"

"No let us please Aunty Y/N?"

You smiled as you let the girls feed you bread and broth and tell you more of the day.

As you walked along the beaches you saw it just barely in the distance andi inquired who was to live there and he revealed the gorgeous second home to be your own.

It felt incomplete without him there.

You sat on the beach beside watching the girls dance about in the waters. Ellaria picked up Loreza twirling her in her arms eliciting a gleeful cry of joy that in turn made you smile. They asked if you would join, but you declined. You were tired and your feet were in pain.

The sun slowly began to set and the girls sat upon their own blankets eating whatever pastries and meats the villas cooks provide in woven baskets. You managed to hold down a few berries, sipping on cool water.

“My love,” Ellaria stood looking down at you. Your eyes gazed down at her hand which she offered to you. “The water should be much cooler now.” Her arm draped around your back in support that eased some of the pains. She matched your slow steps not once rushing you, and when the gentle waves hit your feet you let out a small groan.

It felt like heaven surrounded you as you waded in more, pulling your skirts up to avoid getting them drenched. Ellaria smiled from beside you as your eyes stared out to the golden sun. Your eyes looked down as you stepped onto something hard and smooth.

“Mama! Auntie Y/N! Look!”

“For the baby.”

You smiled down at the little one taking the small pouch of shells. “I am sure the little one will love them”

The storm had blown past. You and Oberyn work slowly day by day to build back the relationship you had. Apologies are exchanged. Affection returns slowly but surely. And by the time your water has broken, you cling to Oberyn and push through hours of painful labor demanding he stay by your side.

“Have you thought of a name?”

“No, not yet. I think that’s a gift Oberyn is worthy of.”

“Oh my love..." Ellaria cooed softly as she sat beside Oberyn, her hands brushing your curls off your damp forehead. Her nimble fingers smoothed back the baby's soft curls. He was so quiet, so beautiful. A beautiful combination of yourself and Oberyn.

Oberyn begged to name him and who were you to withhold it. And so now as he takes the bundle of life swaddled in the softest of blankets in Dorne. His eyes scrunched tight, silent gurgles that pull at his heart. He rbrings his son to his face to place a kiss upon his forehead.

"Orion, my first and beloved son" Oberyn breathes.

#oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x ellaria sand x reader #oberyn martell x black!reader #marie antoinette!reader #ellaria x reader #ellaria sand x reader

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haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll · 1 year ago

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Tracklist:

Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois • The Black Hawk War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Civilization and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience but You're Going to Have to Leave Now, or, 'I Have Fought the Big Knives and Will Continue to Fight Them Until They Are Off Our Lands!' • Come On! Feel the Illinoise! (Part I: The World's Columbian Exposition — Part II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me in a Dream) • John Wayne Gacy, Jr. • Jacksonville (free) • A short reprise for Mary Todd, who went insane, but for very good reasons • Decatur, or, Round of Applause for Your Stepmother! • One Last 'Whoo-Hoo!' for the Pullman • Chicago • Casimir Pulaski Day • To the Workers of the Rock River Valley Region, I have an idea concerning your predicament • The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts • Prairie Fire That Wanders About • A conjunction of drones simulating the way in which Sufjan Stevens has an existential crisis in the Great Godfrey Maze • The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us! • They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!! Ahhhh! • Let's hear that string part again, because I don't think they heard it all the way out in Bushnell • In This Temple as in the Hearts of Man for Whom He Saved the Earth" • The Seer's Tower • The Tallest Man, the Broadest Shoulders (Part I: The Great Frontier — Part II: Come to Me Only with Playthings Now) • Riffs and Variations on a Single Note for Jelly Roll, Earl Hines, Louis Armstrong, Baby Dodds, and the King of Swing, to name a few • Out of Egypt, into the Great Laugh of Mankind, and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run

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darkartistyt · 5 months ago

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lore time :] (the crossover arc)

Inspired by @/citrus-soda's au, this au (name pending) started out as just a combo between two ideas I had: what if the Bracelet of Tiamat had extra powers, and what if Katrielle and Raphael interacted? Of course, because I'm me, things got out of hand quick, and now there's a whole story and stuff

I also decided it was going to be one of my pl harpy aus specifically because I didn't know how else to get the ball rolling with the bracelet nonsense. All you really need to know about the harpy aus is that at one point in the main one, Luke has a vision (he's a seer) of some distant-ish future, and one person in his vision was somehow able to look back through it, which shouldn't be possible with the way visions work in this magic system. Magic fuckery ensues, creating a bunch of issues in alternate timelines which result in them diverging so much they become separate universes

In this world, the magic fuckery in question ends up creating a bunch of random space-time rifts for a minute, and Kat and Ernest just happen to fall through one that opened up on the floor in the midst of some investigation. So now they're in France in like. 2012 or whenever this game is set

Since it's post-game, I decided that how they meet Raphael is by crossing paths with him as he goes to return the Bracelet to the Louvre (as Phantom R, ofc). It senses their presence and the magic energy they carried --- it works kinda like how scents can be carried --- and activates, wrapping tightly around Phantom R's wrist so that he can't take it off

He dips after affirming that he's okay in order to avoid any potential questions of why he was trying to sneak into the museum, and he tries that night to pry it off his wrist, but to no avail. On top of that, he ends up crossing paths with them again while on a date with Marie and Charlie, and Kat recognizes him immediately and asks how he's doing

So now he has to explain not just the fact that he couldn't get it off but also how he met these two to his partners. He also makes Kat and Ernest swear not to ever reveal his identity as Phantom R, and they oblige on the condition that he help them with their predicament

The group plan to meet up at Raphael's apartment later that afternoon, which gives Kat and Ernest plenty of time to continue snooping around and seeing if they can find anything that will help them (spoiler: they don't)

When they all meet back up, Kat explains her and Ernest's situation. Marie and Raphael brief them on the admittedly weak powers they've seen from the Bracelet and Marie's violin before, but they all agree that there may be more that they have yet to unlock, which could hopefully help the duo return home. They decide to try and strengthen those powers while also still searching for other methods of opening portals and whatnot in the meantime

Given how small Raphael's apartment is, Charlie agrees to take in the two, even though Ernest wanted to find a hotel or something so as to not burden him. He reluctantly agrees only because Kat argued that it would be a lot easier (and cheaper) to accept Charlie's offer versus go through the process of converting the money they had, especially when taking into account the fact that they were from the past, if not an alternate universe entirely. Charlie does have to explain their predicament to his father, but Inspector Vergier ends up being surprisingly willing to help

Over the next few days, Raphael unlocks stronger and stronger powers, from animal whispering and heightened senses to stuff like teleportation and the ability to breath fire like a dragon. Speaking of dragons, he begins to undergo a physical transformation over the last three days they're all together, which slowly turns him into some weird dragon-like creature. All the while, they're trying to figure out how the Bracelet's power works and trying to see if they can at some point re-open that portal that sent Kat and Ernest to their world

On the fifth day after their initial meeting, they decide to go back to the place the portal was and see if there's any remaining magic there, since at that point Raphael might be able to sense that stuff. They set out rather late into the night, and even though he's exhausted, he hides it and tries to see if he can sense anything, and he manages to pick up on something very, very faint

While they're trying to determine if anything can be done, the Bracelet suddenly starts to loosen itself from his wrist. Its eyes glow, then its body. It begins to straighten out, moving strangely organically. Then, it spirals up his arm and shoots directly into his mouth, nearly choking him

Everyone's like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" and rush to ask Raphael if he's okay, to which he says he's fine, but they can all tell he's lying. He feels dizzy, like he could faint at any moment, and his vision's starting to distort, as if the world around him was glitching out (Kat can kinda detect a distortion too, but not as strongly, meaning though a lot of the Bracelet's magic fuckery was internal, it was strong enough to spill out into the outside world too). Before he knows it, he passes out

Marie, being the closest to him physically, is the first to check and make sure he's not a) dead or b) feverish, both of which thankfully end up being false. So she carries him home, the other three trailing behind her. They discuss what to do now and end up planning to meet up early in the morning, before Raphael wakes up, to at least make sure he's okay. Charlie also insists that if they need anything to call him --- that he'll have his phone on and nearby

The next morning is when the transformation is complete (which is what my first sketch was about). He has, in a way, fused with the Bracelet, and is now able to utilize its full power. It' starts raining as they're messing around's a rainy day, which works in their favor as there are not that many people out and about. They decide to head out and try to reopen the portal. But no matter how hard they try, and no matter what Raphael tries to do, it doesn't work. Eventually, Charlie asks if, instead of opening a portal, they try teleporting to their world instead, since the leftover magic is still there and Raphael is able to teleport, at least. They try that, and it works after a bit, but it leaves him completely drained

find themselves in some random part of town in the middle of the night. After a bit of wandering around, Kat and Ernest are finally able to recognize where they are, and they head towards the Detective Agency, letting the others crash there for the night. Given the fact that it was closer to midday in the Rhythm Thief world, no one (spare Raphael) is super tired, so they stay up for a bit trying to figure out how much time has elapsed in this world

They form a plan: Kat and Ernest will go to whoever they need to to show that they're safe and no longer missing, then Kat will go to Luke and/or Hershel (whoever she meets first) for help with the whole "Raphael's now a dragon" thing and in sending the quartet back home

The two set out kinda early the next morning, leaving the others to explain everything to Raphael (who fell asleep halfway through their conversation). They return with Hershel, who, after introductions and all that, agrees to help. Given that there isn't anything that Raphael wears all the time for her to enchant, he ends up manifesting a small armband which is enchanted to keep him in a continuous shapeshifting state and to help him control his powers better. Marie asks if they need to find where they arrived again, but he says there's no need and tells them he can transport them back home whenever they're ready

They give their thanks and say their goodbyes, and Hershel brings them back to their world, staying with them for a little while so that he can make sure his magic would be stable here (it is, so Raphael shouldn't have any issues with the armband in the future)

#a few things were copied directly from my notes but i did cut out like half of the extra details #maybe i'll write for this au or smth one day #if im going to do anything tho it might be a comic. idk if this is very good for a fic. feels too slice-of-life-y with barely any conflict #but yeah this is one of two parts of the au that i have so far #i gotta come up with the falling action for the second arc and ill ramble about that too #my dumbass ramblings #professor layton #rhythm thief #raphael's doing great au

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minsungjinho · 1 year ago

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restricted - Hyunjin x Reader

18+ MDNI ~ feedback always appreciated also let me know if I should make a part two word count: 9.1K genre: strangers to lovers, travel situationship warnings below the cut

warnings: cock warming, choking, pet names, dom!hyunjin, body worship(?), swearing, after care, unprotected sex (wrap your willys), fainting, rope play, rope binding and restricting, odontophilia aka biting, degrading kinda, the opposite of pulling out (please dont), orgasm control, lots of dirty talk, let me know if I missed any :3

Your skin was feverishly hot. Cheeks and ears bright red at the exposing position this crazy artist had you in. Naked, like completely bare, tied, and shaking from the knees at how long you’ve been there. How did you even get into this mess in the first place?

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Bills were due once again, and just after barely catching up to last month's expenses you found yourself in quite the predicament once again. Your part-time job wasn’t enough to cover all of your bills, let alone put food in your fridge. College + Working + Trying to work on your own hobby = completely broke.

You requested extra hours at work, but you were only able to add a couple of hours to various shifts which wasn’t going to cut it. You reached out to your school, perhaps there was a way to make money there such as working in the cafeteria, cleaning classrooms, or picking for trash in the common grounds. Another dead end, realizing how many other students were in the same boat as you.

You left your number on the bulletin board of the office after asking for work through the college, hoping maybe someone would need help with something, anything that could keep you from being borderline homeless. You took the long way home, strolling through parks and neighborhoods trying to sift through your thoughts on extra ways to make money.

It was another night of ramen and frozen broccoli, two cheap foods that never go bad. You were scrolling all sorts of job apps, even Facebook pages for people that need extra help around town. You tapped away at the screen all night. While eating, while bathing, and getting ready for bed- until you fell asleep.

The next three days were classes in the morning, a part-time job in the evening, and endless scrolling on your phone once you got home at night. It felt hopeless, and unimaginably useless to try and keep living by yourself without help from your family. You were ready to throw in the towel and move back home.

It wasn’t until the following day that you saw a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, a hail mary, or a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity- you could call it. A fellow artist in your painting class had overheard some upperclassmen talk about an artist at the school who was recruiting a model but with very specific requirements. Has to be this tall, that build, these colored eyes, this colored hair, and so on and so forth.

You were able to find the artist who was requesting a model through crowd-sourcing around campus. He was rarely at the school, only for a select few classes that were mostly one-on-one with the professor. He was already famed for his skill and most especially his parents. Photographers with more experience and ability than almost anyone else in the world. They were retired, of course at an early age like most achieved artists, but apparently very intent on making their only son a prodigy of the arts as well.

That night you set up a small corner of your apartment with a white sheet backdrop, taking headshots and pictures of your body’s shape- clothed obviously. You figured if you were going to indulge in his request while knowing how picky he is, you might as well be prepared. You printed them out the next morning at the school's library, arriving extra early so no one would see your weird attempt at a modeling resume.

Watching out the window as the pictures printed you noticed a man walking into the building, a large bag in hand with a coffee in the other. He walked tall, muscularly lanky, and yet handsome as hell. His dark brown hair came down to his shoulders, slicked back without gel as if he were born with that hairstyle. Putting the pieces together, you remembered the description of the talented artist and bolted out of the library with your pictures in hand.

Extraordinary good looks? Check. Luscious brown hair and plump lips? Double check. A toned yet skinny body? Tall? For sure. You knew it was him, Hwang Hyunjin, the son of the most talented photographers out there. You raced through the mostly empty halls, hoping to catch him before his classes. Bolting up the stairs, you make your way toward the Fine Arts wing of the campus, finding him waiting outside of a studio's door.

He was sipping his coffee, presumably an iced Americano judging on the color. It wasn’t until he could hear your panting breaths from running that he noticed you, judgementally looking you up and down before you spoke.

“You’re.. Looking for a model.. Right?” You managed to squeak out in between breaths.

He removed his lips from the straw of his drink, and man was everyone right about how plush they were. He nodded, accepting the freshly printed pictures you offered him and thoroughly examining them. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but almost looking through the pictures- seeing the potential you have and what he could do with a body like yours.

He looked at you, inspecting your features, how long your legs were, if your chest was too big or too small, how far apart your eyes were from the bridge of your nose, the width of your hips, all of the things that would make you uncomfortable if you hadn’t known he was an artist.

“Let me think about it.” That was all he said to you within the three-minute exchange. Your heart dropped into your stomach at his words, feeling silly that he would blindly accept your offer. It wasn’t as if you were expecting a flat-out yes, but you weren’t mentally prepared for this outcome.

You took a page from him, flipping it around and writing your number on the back of the picture along with your name. “I’ll do anything.” You pleaded. “Just let me know.” You handed the print back to him before flashing a weak smile, having to look up in order for him to see you due to the height difference.

You walk past him through the art wing, opening the last door at the end of the hallway- which was the room for painting classes where you were spending most of your time this semester. You flipped the lights on, letting the door close behind you with a soft thud. The room was never locked, and even though you didn’t have a class until much later in the morning you decided to get some work done in the hope of finishing a project early.

You took your apron off of its hook, wrapping and tying the string around your waist. It was a cooler day, the middle of autumn, so you decided a nice thick sweater would be a good option for your outfit. It didn’t flatter you though, it didn’t indicate how thin of a waist you had or the hourglass shape that hid underneath.

You pulled your hair into a messy bun, letting the fallen strands hang with little to no care. You had walked over to your easel, looking at the work you had done the day before. You were about to walk over to the sink and counters, getting everything you needed to start painting before the door opened behind you.

It was him, the famous, dreamy-looking man who was walking over to you with a serious expression. “What does ‘anything’ mean to you?” He asked once getting only two or three inches away. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, head cocked slightly to the side with interest.

“Anything means anything.” You state, feeling a bit intimidated at how fast he came toward you. “If you want me to jump into the lake in this freezing weather just to prove myself, I will. If you want me to dress like a clown, I will. If you want me to-”

“That’s not what I mean, darling, what I’m thinking of has nothing to do with proving yourself.” He backs away from you after his interruption, leaning against a cabinet. “I’m assuming you don’t know what kind of art I do.” Hyunjin crosses his arms and eyes you up and down once more.

“Well, I know you mainly use charcoal as your medium.” You start, feeling embarrassed that you didn’t actually know that much about him. “I’ve seen some of your paintings too, but that's about it.” You copy his motions, crossing your arms as he nods his head.

“Nude. I do nude charcoal drawings and nude paintings.” He grins as he watches your face change color. This was unbeknownst to you, no one had said anything about this when you asked all around about this guy. You shake your head at the embarrassment, shoving it from your mind.

“That's fine, that still sits under the category of ‘anything’.” He looks at you with an amused expression, running his tongue along his bottom lip before biting it with a smile.

“Mmm, okay.” He puffs his chest and lifts his body back into a straight standing position. “This weekend then, the location is a bit far away but I’ll drive us there.” You uncross your arms, letting them fall to your sides as you hear his approval.

“Before that though, I’m going to text you some examples of my work. If it’s something you think you can handle, then send me your banking info and I’ll send the first half of your pay.” He was still grinning, an egotistical one that he actually seemed to deserve based on his looks alone.

You nodded in response, still taking in and processing everything he said. He walked toward the door, opening it halfway before turning back to look at you. “You look good in that apron.” Was all he said before closing the door behind him.

In complete shock and disbelief, you sit in the closest chair you can find while trying to take in all of the info. “He actually said yes.” Was all that ran through your brain for the rest of the day, excitedly awaiting for his text.

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Your classes were completed today, and you didn’t have a shift at your part-time job so you rushed home to eagerly pack some of your belongings for the trip in two days' time. Once you packed almost all of your necessities, you hopped in the shower and basked in the warm water that steamed up the whole room.

A ding could be heard from your bedroom where your phone was charging, causing you to hastily finish your shower and rush to check if it was from Hyunjin. To your surprise, he sent over 15 pictures of his work, most of them charcoal drawings but some were paintings too. You open the message fully, finally able to see the detail in his work but not even getting past the second painting before the realization hits you.

Every single woman in these paintings is in a sexual position, either from a man’s point of view in the bed or a bystander. You keep scrolling through the photos, seeing women handcuffed to a bed or being bent over a table, all of it is lewd and makes you want to clean your eyes with soap. The only thing reassuring about these pieces of art was that each woman seemed to be having a great time, or at the very least comfortable.

You pondered the situation for quite some time, taking the night to mull over what kind of model shoot this actually is, and if it’s worth it. You woke up late in the morning, your alarm not going off from the lack of classes you were attending today. You sit up in your bed, only an oversized teeshirt covering your upper half as you rub your eyes.

Picking up your phone, you see two texts. One from your landlord, and the other from Hyunjin. You open the message from your landlord first, which ultimately stated that your rent money better be sent to him by Sunday or there would be a problem. You sighed and slumped back into your bed, knowing you were out of options.

You opened Hyunjin’s text, which only read “well?”, and nothing else. You kicked your feet into the bed, knowing you might regret accepting his offer- but doing exactly that. You sent over your bank info, mentally punching yourself in the face.

Within minutes you got a notification that money was sent to your account, your phone slipping from your hand at the insane amount he wired over. You texted him immediately, asking if he made a mistake- and he plainly texted back that he didn’t. If this was the first half of your pay- you might be able to pay three months' worth of rent once the job was finished.

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You were in the car viewing the trees that had finished changing color and were now shedding their leaves. Quiet music played, and very few words were exchanged. It was about two hours away, deep into the middle of nowhere. You started feeling anxious, wondering if you made a mistake and perhaps he was actually a serial killer.

“My parents bought this cabin a few years ago but have only used it a handful of times,” He started, one hand on the wheel and the other holding his head with an elbow propped on the edge of the car door. “It felt like a waste, so I’ve sorta commandeered it to be my own studio.” This explanation eased some of your nerves but brought up more questions you wanted answers to.

Why did you start doing art? When did you start to take it seriously? Why charcoal? What would you be doing if not art? Is the cabin nice? Where do you get your looks from? Why use a live model rather than images online? Why choose me?

His answers were plain, very little thought put behind them.

Around the time I turned 4. When I turned 10. I like the way it feels in my hands. Probably some entry-level job. Very. Definitely my mom. Reasons. You’re beautiful.

By the time you had ended your questionnaire, you were pulling into a long driveway, secluded from any other cottages or homes in the area. You felt the redness of your ears lingering from his compliment towards you. Once the trees slipped from your view, the car was pushed into park in front of a beautiful, modern, yet homey log cabin. You couldn’t help the muttering of your amazement as you exited the car. Hyunjin pressed a button on the dash, the trunk of the SUV opening for him to grab your bags and his.

You couldn’t contain your excitement to see the inside, practically jumping up and down as he entered the passcode with the buttons on the electrical door lock. He opened the door and let you enter first, a small chivalrous gesture that you would remember. You slipped your shoes off in the doorway, taking in every detail of the way the walls were shifting slightly, the windows that were ever so slightly dusty from the lack of living in the goddamn house. You understood why people had vacation homes, but part of it felt so foreign and useless to you.

The cabin seemed to be two stories high, with a basic living area, half bathroom, kitchen and dining space downstairs, and bedrooms on the second. The first floor was very much an open concept, with no walls separating the rooms as the wooden floors ran their course through its entirety. There was very little furniture, which you expected for a house that wasn’t very lived in. A basic leather couch facing a TV mounted on the wall adjacent to it, a small dining room table with a bowl of fake fruits, and no small appliances or decor on the kitchen countertops.

Once you found the stairs leading to the second floor, you gestured at them as Hyunjin came into your sight- making sure it was okay to proceed. He nodded, tagging along right behind you with the bags in hand. You opened each door, finding two bedrooms, a master bathroom, and an office turned into an art studio. Neither bedroom looked used at all, each piece of furniture placed perfectly like an IKEA storefront.

He placed both bags of luggage onto the dresser of the master bedroom, making you tilt your head ever so slightly in confusion. You decided not to ask, or challenge him about it, seeing as you granted him the ‘anything’ part of the deal. You walk back downstairs as Hyunjin empties his clothes from his bag into the dresser, turning on a few lights and opening curtains to gain more lighting. You spread open a thick set of curtains that leads to a deck, and of course, you’re too curious to ignore it.

You open the sliding door, a breeze drafting past you before you step onto the porch. The wood beneath your bare feet is cold, Autumn has set in earlier here than in the city you live in. A couple of deck chairs inhabit the far left corner, but what really piqued your interest was the large hot tub on the opposite side, steam leaking from the sides of its covers.

Steps from behind you disrupted your thoughts, causing you to spin and find Hyunjin leaning against the doorway. “You never told me there was a hot tub.” You said with a hint of excitement. “I told you to bring swimwear, didn’t I?” He retorted, scoffing before entering the house once more. You followed closely behind, shutting the sliding glass behind you.

“We need to go to a store or something and get food for meals, ya know.” You didn’t make eye contact with him as you said this but rather spoke to the entire house instead.

“Already covered.” He said plainly, a knock on the door being heard from the front of the house.

You eyed him suspiciously, not following too closely behind as he answered the door. He shook his head, silently mocking you while you stalked behind him cautiously. As he swung the door ajar, you noticed no people on the steps but paper bags.

“Are you going to help me?” He asked with a cocky tone, leaning forward to grab a bag.

“Oh. Yeah.” You slid past him and grabbed a bag as well, repeating this a few times until there were none left to collect.

You were both gathered in the kitchen, emptying the contents of the bags onto the counters. When did he have time to place an order for groceries and what company would deliver them all the way out here? You pondered, sighing at the fact that it must be the perks of having money and slight fame to your family name.

“I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I got a bit of everything.” He said quietly, opening cabinets to store snacks in.

He was right, there was a little bit of everything in these bags; from classic American junk food to what seemed like ingredients for a fancy pasta dish. There were a couple of out-of-place items, such as chocolate syrup and whipped cream, though you didn’t pay any mind to that and expected there to be ice cream in one of the bags as well. This menial, married-couple-esque type of task made you feel more at ease with your stay here.

After putting everything away, Hyunjin went back upstairs to finish unpacking, you assumed. It was just about lunchtime, perhaps an hour later than the designated time to eat, however, you were very hungry and a snack wasn’t going to cut it. Unfamiliar with having real ingredients to work with rather than just ramen and frozen vegetables, you had been staring into the fridge for too long trying to think of something to make.

You had decided on something relatively simple, avocado toast and crackers with cheese. It took almost no time to prepare and left minimal dishes to be washed later. You pulled out your phone, scrolling through social media while eating. It was very quiet, almost too subtle in your opinion. Not to mention how oddly timed the groceries had arrived. Everything about this escapade seemed to be going too well.

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That night, with instruction from Hyunjin, you relaxed in preparation for the next day's activities. You were comfortably slumped into the hot tub, letting the jets drive into the skin of your back and neck. It relieves so much pressure and relaxes some of your muscles that got knotted together by the drive up here. You hum to yourself, enjoying the warmth and bubbles. The high of being immersed in the water for so long starts to make you feel heavy, enjoyably light-headed in fact.

You let yourself feel the bubbles dancing on your skin, little ones that cause you to shiver and big ones that float to the surface to end with a “pop”. The comfort of an eyes-closed, nighttime bath outside was something you’d never gotten to experience prior to this.

You stand up, letting the cool breeze of the woods cool you down slightly before reentering the 104-degree water. Sitting back down, you jolt against the walls of the tub, an oddly placed jet shooting water between your legs. It startled you, but not in a bad way. You figured Hyunjin was sleeping or at the very least lying in bed based on the windows upstairs being dark, and no lights on. You let your body relax loosely in the tub, slowly slipping back into the sturdy stream of water.

You didn’t move once your body found the sweet spot, not necessarily grinding or moving around the jet- but not removing yourself from its presence either. You tilted your head back, the pleasing sensation of aerated water contributing to the high from the heat. You let yourself sigh in contentment, not even loud enough to hear from five feet away.

The longer you sit there, the more pressure you feel builds up in your stomach. With the feeling of butterflies and sensitive skin from below the waist you push into the jet slowly, rocking your hips back and forth. Small, quaint moans leave your lips while you feel yourself about to release, your back arched slightly as you move. You imagine the head of a handsome man between your legs, eyes closed as you rock your hips.

“I told you to relax for the night, not to fuck yourself in my hot tub.” Cold hands grip at the tops of your shoulders, fingers just above the collarbone.

Your body tenses immediately, caught in the act after you assured yourself he would be asleep. You tilt your head back, seeing his eyes glaze over your body as your back rests against his stomach. Were his hands cold? Or was your skin just flaming hot from the water? He pushes you down, your ass slipping into the seat and your clit being flushed with pulsating water that makes you squirm.

“This is the punishment you get,” He holds you still, your body forced down onto the jet; overstimulating you so much that your legs twitch and shake in response. “for not letting me watch.”

He caresses the skin from your shoulder to your neck with one hand, the other keeping you firmly in place. He places his palm ever so gently around the front of your neck, feeling the vibrations in your throat while you moan in both pleasure and agony. It was too much, too much pressure building inside of you, too hot for your body to be emerged, and too embarrassing that he caught you out here.

“Be good and sit still.” His voice sounded lower than you’d typically heard it, but his casual manner toward this situation is what really had you puzzled. You tried your best not to move, raising your hips ever so slightly to relieve the constant fluttering feeling against your clit. His hand travels up your neck to your chin, forcing eye contact.

He looks at you from above, almost amused at your attempt to obey him. His hand rests against your chin, thumb sliding against your lower lip. He forces it through, opening your mouth for you and hooking his thumb in like a freshly caught fish.

With your lips sucking around his finger, he grins, unknowingly pleased at your response. You bite down gently, doe eyes staring back at him as he towers over you. The pressure inside of you is no longer able to be kept at bay, the buzzing in your ear becoming the only thing you hear once you start to ride your high. You shut your eyes tight, your face a scrunched-up mess as all of your muscles contract.

Your core begs to be touched, your inner walls squeezing around nothing has you more bothered than the man watching you have a ridiculously overpowering orgasm. Your moans of satisfaction change into grunts and whines from the lack of friction in your core. He notices this, quite early on, but chooses to ignore it. He has all the power over you. Hell, he could drown you right now if he was ever so inclined to. He pushed his thumb further past your lips, letting your tongue curl around it.

He released his grip on you, removing his digit and backing away from you. “Let’s save the rest for tomorrow,” he says through his teeth, obviously showing frustration and restraint. You watch him walk away and slam the sliding glass doors behind him. If it weren’t for the lack of noise you would have guessed he shattered it with how much force he put behind closing it.

Taking a deep breath you tried processing what had just occurred until something in the house caught your eye. You watch the lights slowly turn on upstairs, first the hallway light, then the bedroom, and finally the bathroom. You took this opportunity to dry yourself off quickly and get your things from the bedroom. Despite his anger and aggression, you felt safe from harm around him, seeing how gentle he truly is through his actions.

You jog quietly up the stairs, the shower running as you rummage through your bag for clothes. You figured your best bet would be to sleep in the other bedroom, or even on the couch downstairs to avoid an awkward conversation.

With only an oversized tee and a fresh pair of underwear slipped on, the water turns off, panic filling your chest. You gently put your luggage onto the floor, trying your best not to make any noise. With your hair still wet you sneakily climb into the bed and cover yourself almost completely with the heavy blanket. Hyunjin exits the bathroom as the air depletes from underneath the blanket, making it look like you are sound asleep, and have been for a few minutes. You could hear him shuffling around the room quietly, a couple of drawers opening and closing as he dressed himself.

A dip in the bed alerts you of his presence, clenching the blanket between your fingers with anxiety; bringing the small hairs behind your neck to rise. His body radiates heat from under the covers, unlike yours which is half dry and slightly shivering.

You try to mimic the breathing of a person in deep sleep, slow breaths that are steady and not too close together. This was difficult to achieve, your body betraying you with its little trembles due to the wetness of your hair. A TV is turned on, one you didn’t even know existed in this room until now. Hyunjin keeps the volume low; just barely being able to hear the voices coming through the screen. You both stayed like this for what felt like decades, with you pretending to be asleep and him doing whatever it was that he was doing.

An ample shiver rolled through your body like a wave on the beach, there was no way he didn’t notice that one.

“Hey, Y/N? Are you cold?” He gently nudges your shoulder while whispering oh so quietly.

You responded with what you thought was best, a sleepy groan and pulling your body into a loose fetal position. This was apparently not the best option, as it led you exactly where you didn’t want to be. He had pulled your body close to his by your waist, not quite spooning you with close contact but bringing you close enough for his body to warm you up. He untucked hair from your neck, letting it fall past his fingers onto the pillow.

“You don’t even know what you did to me,” he starts, drawing circles on your skin where your tee shirt left your shoulder exposed. “Had me rubbing one out in the shower for fuck’s sake.”

You could feel the boiling hot air leave his mouth as he spoke, your body soaking up every little ounce of heat possible from him.

“I bet you’re not even sorry.” His voice drops lower. “Or maybe you would be so sorry that you would allow me to fuck your face while on your knees begging for forgiveness.” He hisses, sucking on his teeth. “All of the things I hope to capture on canvas with you tomorrow… I hope you’ll be good and let me.” He pulls himself closer to you, his hard-on prodding you. You get goosebumps once again, though not for being cold this time, but by being incredibly turned on.

At some point in time, you fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your waist, his head resting on his arm with your bodies glued together. When you awoke, however, he was not behind you anymore but in front of you. Your arm wrapped around his chest and legs over his hips in a bear hug- your face nuzzled into the nape of his neck.

It was still dark outside, the stars and moon illuminating the room with the TV now turned off. You didn’t want to move, in fear of waking Hyunjin. His warmth was too much for you now, especially in tandem with the thick comforter surrounding you. Your skin was glistening with sweat, and you decided to very carefully, and slowly attempt to roll over away from him. It took you a few minutes to safely remove your body from his. He only stirred once, but not enough to wake up. Finally, in a more comfortable, and less hot sleeping position, you were able to fall back into a blissful dream.

The early morning glow let you know as soon as it was time to wake up, the sun shining in your eyes and blinding you temporarily as you awoke. You groaned and covered your face with the blanket, unwavering from your spot in bed. You stayed there for a little while, scrolling through TikTok and other apps until you felt you had enough energy to get up. You forgot about Hyunjin during this time, blissfully unaware when he was looking at you from the hallway.

“Hungry?” He questioned, dressed only in long pajama pants and slippers.

You sit up, looking him up and down and blushing not only at his bare chest and abdomen but the words he spoke to you last night when he assumed you were asleep. You answered with a simple ‘yes,’ and waited for him to walk downstairs before getting out from underneath the protective covers. You pulled on some sweatpants before going downstairs yourself, hair a disheveled mess and eyes still squinted halfway shut from sleep.

You sat on the couch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out the stray hairs from your bedhead. Hyunjin walks in front of you, handing you a cup of coffee that was steaming from the mug. You shoot him a small smile and thank him, sipping at it while enjoying the view from the windows. A beautiful lake was less than a five-minute walk away, a trail leading to it from the backyard. Kayaks, small canoes, and a speed boat were tied up to the dock, covered with thick material to keep them safe from bad weather.

Hyunjin had whipped up a quick breakfast, calling for you to eat when it was ready. He had placed the plates of food on the square dining table, some pancakes stacked high with various toppings and sides. Bacon and eggs were on another plate, toast and jam on another. You marveled at the sight, mouth practically dripping with drool at such a feast.

You each ate more than you could handle, slumped into the chairs with hands on your stomachs. You had the awkward small talk that comes along with morning breakfast, slowly pushing into deeper topics as time went by. After enough time, there was no more delicate conversation but simple banter between new friends. After helping him clean up and dry the dishes he washed, you decided to hop in the shower to get the chlorine smell off of your skin from the night prior. You ran through yesterday's events in your head, mentally and physically facepalming at your actions.

You spent most of the day alone after that, sketching in your notebook, making lunch, and watching TV, all without the disruption of Hyunjin. You had called up to him from the bottom of the stairs to eat at lunch, to no avail, and left it at that. It was well past lunchtime, about 3 in the afternoon and you had become suspicious of what he could possibly be doing.

Walking upstairs, you checked the bedroom, and the bathroom, yet Hyunjin was still nowhere to be found. A light clattering noise was heard from the office-turned-studio, causing you to open the door just a crack. There he was, still in nothing but pajama pants in slippers while painting the view from the window just as you had done.

“I thought you only painted lewd things, what a surprise.” You chuckled and leaned into the doorframe, watching him jump at your words.

“You scared me,” He placed a hand on his chest, some woodsy colors of paint splattered on his skin.

“I did try calling up to you for lunch, but you didn’t answer.” You walked deeper into the room, eyeing his painting. “I must have been focused.” He put his palette down, and his brush in the coffee mug full of green, cloudy water. “I was just warming up.” He stretches his arms and back, sighing before walking over to you. “Are you ready?” He looked down at you, eyebrow cocked while awaiting your response.

You nodded, a sudden feeling of anxiety washing over you. He explained to you what he wanted, various poses and positions of your body for him to sketch first with pencil, then either using charcoal or paint to finalize it.

“What you’re wearing right now is good, but I’ll need you to take your bra off.” After you gave him a questioning look, he explained further. “They don’t look good in my paintings or drawings. It’s easier to just draw your chest naturally.” You followed his lead, slipping the bra off of your shoulders and pulling it from underneath the dress.

He abandoned his painting, grabbed a sketch pad and pencil, and guided you to the second bedroom. There were no pillows on this bed, only a white blanket covering its entirety, something you didn’t notice when you had explored the house yesterday. It sat maybe two and a half feet tall, the standard height of a queen-sized bed with a frame. He instructed you into your first pose, facing the bed at an angle- you had your right leg straightened out with your left knee planted onto the edge of the bed as if you were climbing onto it. You had pulled your cardigan down just barely lower than your shoulder blades, fingers gripping the fabric with your shoulders exposed.

He had you still yourself, posing like that for probably about ten minutes, long enough for your arms to cramp and your ankle to feel sore from supporting your weight on only that one leg. He assured you that he was almost done, rapidly etching his pencil against the paper.

This went on for a while, him sketching, you posing, no words exchanged beyond that. That was until each pose got more provocative, almost pornographic how he had you positioned. Hyunjin’s hands would touch you all over as he guided your limbs the way he wanted them to be. He would make little comments too, like how soft your skin was, how beautiful you looked in each pose, or how flexible you were.

“Do you bruise easily?” He asked casually; as if you being splayed out in front of him while being completely naked wasn’t bothering him in the slightest. He must just be really serious about his art.

“Yes and no.” You answered him, turning your head towards his voice. His hands were untangling a rope, his head nodding at your words.

“I guess we’ll find out now, won't we?” His voice was soft but his face showed other intentions. “You don't mind, right?” He asked, holding up the now untangled ropes. You shake your head, swallowing a gulp of air as he walks closer to you.

“You don’t mind being completely restricted? Who knows what I could do to you?” His lips were pulled into a grin while speaking, carefully starting to wrap your limbs with the silky material. Hyunjin takes advantage of your silence. “Oh, maybe you like being tied up? Do we have a little rope bunny on our hands?” He’s got you almost completely tied up now, hands and feet pulled behind your back tightly.

He backs away from you once he’s done with the knotting, admiring the work he’s done to your body. Breathing was difficult due to being stretched and bent like a pretzel. He bites on his knuckle and figures out which angle he likes best before drawing. Your skin is hot, a mixture of embarrassment and being turned on by his words. You decide to bite back.

“I’m not sorry.” You declare, remembering the words he said to you the night prior. He shoots you a confused look before realizing what you mean, laughing at himself.

“So you were awake? Figures.” He steps back over to you, bending at the knees to face you at your level. “Just because you aren’t sorry about it doesn’t mean I couldn’t face fuck you right here, right now.” He brings his thumb to your lips, pushing it into your mouth just like he did last night. You wiggle and squirm, trying to free yourself from the rope that binds you.

He smears your own saliva across your lips, holding your head up afterward by your chin. “Why do I feel like you would enjoy that more than me?” He stands up laughing, turning his body away from you. “No more sassy comments, love.”

“Or what?” You still struggle against the ropes but hoped if you pressed his buttons enough that maybe he actually would fuck you.

You’d never thought that dirty talk was sexy, or even remotely attractive. Dirty talk during sex with ex-boyfriends or just plain old hookups made you want to pull your ears off, but something to do with Hyunjin’s voice, or the way his lips move while he talks is so intoxicating.

He scoffed, turning back to you. “Or what? Are you genuinely curious, or just want to test me?”

If you were able to shrug, you probably would have; but the only thing you managed to do was grin, giving him all the answers he needed. Your core was already throbbing from his soft, accidental touches to your skin while tying you up, his words only adding fuel to the fire. You’ve already done so many new things today, why not try more?

He races over to you, untying each knot he previously made and discarding the rope.

“Stand up.” He demands, backing far enough away for you to do so.

You sit up, stretching and rubbing at your limbs for just a moment before standing in front of him; your nipples hard, crotch fully visible, and your hair a mess.

“I’m only going to ask this once, got it?” He starts, in turn having you nod in response. “Do you actually want me to fuck you? Because I won't stop once I start, no matter what.” He steps closer to you as he questions you, analyzing your face for any signs of fear or concern. You nod again.

“I need words.” He orders.

“Yes, I want this.” You’re barely able to get the words out of your mouth before he’s scooping you up, your body flung over his shoulder. He walks to the master bedroom, letting you fall onto the covers once he’s close enough to the bed.

“Last chance.” He whispers into your ear, his body towering over yours with his hands planted onto the mattress on each side of your face.

You pull your body up, just high enough to leave a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. His face changes emotion, from dark and intimidating to joyful and thrilled. He slips his hand under your head, pulling your lips to his again and kissing you deeply. He situates himself between your legs, groaning into your lips as his bulge presses into your core. Your hands wander all over him, feeling his muscular arms while his teeth find your lip and tugs at it roughly.

You wince and moan at the pain, just the reaction he was looking for. His dark brown hair falls over his face while he gropes at your breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. You bring your hand to his head and pull the hair from his face only to grip at it and earn a profound moan from him.

“Your body fits so perfectly underneath me,” He whispers into the kiss. “like a puzzle piece.” He lowers his head, aligning his mouth to the other nipple on your chest, nibbling and sucking at it erratically. “Too bad I’m going to break you.” His hand moves underneath your head, gripping strongly at your scalp and yanking your head back into the bed with your neck exposed.

His lips travel up your chest, stopping at your collarbone and eventually behind your ear, kissing, and biting deep into your skin. Each pinch with his teeth earns a whine from you, your body arching and raising into his. He’s enjoying toying with you, slowly making his way back to your mouth. His kisses are salty, the sweat from your skin residing on his lips. His hand moves from your chest to your hips, gripping at them painfully with his nails digging into your skin- sure to leave marks. He pulls your hips into him, jamming his hard-on deep into your swollen mess of a cunt.

There was no way he couldn’t feel how wet you were, your essence most definitely dampening through his fleece pants. He pulls away from you just slightly, his grip on your hair lesser than it was. He swipes a finger through your folds, your body jumping at the sudden contact on your swollen clit.

“How long have you been this wet for me, darling?” He pushes his now-wet finger into your mouth, almost deep enough to make you gag. You suck it clean, whining at the taste of yourself as he enjoys the show. He pushes it deeper, his digit now poking at the back of your throat. You gag against it, his hips rutting into yours while sighing in pleasure. Despite the uncomfortable gagging, you were loving every second of this and never wanted it to end.

He practically fisted his fingers into your mouth while he dry-humped against your core, moans being exchanged between you both. He removed his fingers, instead using them to grab at your neck roughly.

“Is your cunt as tight as your throat is?” He whispers this into your ear with his hips still clothed and grinding into you. “I don’t know which one I want to stretch out first.” He squeezes your neck, airflow being cut short while he pulls away and looks into your tear-lined eyes. He pulls you up into a sitting position by your neck, releasing you once your face turns red. He steps off of the bed, grinning, while pulling his pants and boxers down his legs.

“I’ll be nice and let you pick.” His voice has returned to its deep and sultry tone. His dick slaps against his defined stomach once released from his shorts. Your core throbs at the sight of his cock, so pretty and long. You can’t help looking at it, eyes darting from his length to his face over and over.

“Can’t decide? Alright.” On his knees he climbs to the top of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard while sitting up straight. “I’ll let you keep me warm while I play with you.” He grins and gestures for you to come to him, flipping your body around to face away from him.

He lowers you onto his length slowly, easily able to prod at your soaked entrance with his tip. His head tilts back as your walls surround him, stretching out to accommodate his size. Your moan gets caught in your throat once he bottoms out, eyes squinted shut with pain and pleasure. He pulls your back into his chest, keeping a hand on your hip so you don’t move.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you sit still on his cock, your body twitching for more movement or friction. Hyunjin’s other hand rubs at your thigh, almost comforting you.

“H-Hyunjin.” You breathe out softly, your body now aching for more attention at your core. “Yes, baby?” He responds uncharacteristically soft, pulling loose hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear. “Please touch me.” You plead, attempting to lift your hips, failing due to his stronghold against you. “Only because you said please,” He starts, his hand traveling to between your legs. “and because I want to feel you grip at my dick when I make you cum.” He whispers into your ear, nipping at it slightly before his fingers meet your core.

He starts to strum at your clit, purposefully making your body jolt as he holds you close. He adds more pressure, rubbing circularly until finding where you enjoy it the most. You clench around him once he does, moaning quietly as your body squirms.

“Stay still and keep my cock warm, beautiful.” He rubs your sweet spot steadily, your breathing still heavy and littered with moans.

His voice sends a shiver down your spine, amplifying his touch. You already felt so close. Your stomach full of butterflies and your chest tight, toes curling as your body floods with pressure. He notices this, picking up the pace and moaning in unison with you- your walls clenching around his cock tight. Your legs are shaking like crazy from the overstimulation on your clit. Within a millisecond you feel the rush of your orgasm flooding through you, your back arching and shoulders digging into his chest as you let it overtake your body. He rubs your clit more aggressively while moaning in unison with you, his movements making your high last much longer than you ever had before.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're gripping me so fucking tight.” He growls, just barely rutting his hips up into you.

You cry out his name not long before your body relaxes into him, feeling exhausted at how strongly you came. He slows his movements on your clit, still thoroughly enjoying the way your walls pulsate against his length. Removing his hand, he wraps his arms around you tight, holding you close to him.

“Fucked out already?” Hyunjin questions after a few moments. “I’m not done with you yet, you’ll have to bare with me, darling.” He pushes you forward onto the bed, his cock slipping out of you as you land on your stomach, too tired to move.

The bed dips, and lifts back up as he leaves the room, only to return a just moment later. He pulls your arms behind your back, using a small piece of the rope he grabbed to tie your wrists. You lay there limp, letting him play with your body like a doll as he positions you the way he wants to. He pulls your ass up into the air, doggy style with your face and chest planted into the mattress. He’s speaking words to you, but they’re unclear because of the ringing in your ears from your orgasm.

You feel his dick press into you again, his hips slowly pressing further into you until reaching your hilt. A moan escapes from deep within his chest, his hands gripping at your waist and pulling you into him. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you pulls your consciousness back into the room, your body feeling exhilarated once more. Once he starts pumping his length into you, the sweet feeling of pain and pleasure resume.

“You know,” He breathes deeply before continuing. “Part of me wants to treat you like an angel and the other wants to fuck you so hard you’re unable to walk for the rest of the night.”

His words cripple you, that and how hard he pulled out and rammed himself into you once more. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you let out such a loud moan that the neighbors are sure to hear it. He draws out his actions, slamming the tip of his cock into your hilt over and over until he’s satisfied, and slows his movement.

“No one’s ever taken my dick this well,” He pulls your upper body up by your restricted wrists, still on your knees as your back meets his chest. “I knew you were a special one, but not this special.” He raises a leg, planting the sole of his foot on the bed for leverage as he starts to pound into you again.

Nasty squelching sounds fill the room, the combination of how wet you are and how fast he fucks you resulting in such. He holds your body against his, pummeling away at your cunt and bringing his hand to your neck. Your groaning and whining get stuck in your throat, his ring-decorated fingers squeezing your throat as if they belonged there. Your walls have adjusted to him, no longer feeling the pain of his size but now accepting it, feeling every vein and ridge it had to offer.

“I think I’ll be claiming you as mine after this.” His voice is loud in your ear while declaring his rights to ownership, the thought of more situations like these in the future had you feeling even more wet.

“Please.” is all you can mutter from your mouth, words barely traveling past your lips from the lack of airflow. He hears you, loosening his grip to let you repeat yourself. “Please, Hyunjin.”

The impact of your words was heavier than you expected them to be, a moan leaving his lips at the pronunciation of his name. “Again.” He growls.

“Hyunjin..” You repeat, whining as you draw your words out.

He sloppily ruts into you, his name coming from your mouth has an affect on him that he had never felt before. His dick drives into your hilt, his teeth now piercing into the skin of your shoulder as he starts to feel his first high of the night. You yelp at the pain, only making him bite deeper, and pound you harder while your breasts jiggle and bounce.

Neither of you can speak at this point, feeling so close to your highs. You mumble random curse words as your walls tighten, his breaths hot and fast against your skin. Grunts escape from Hyunjin as he feels the electricity travel through his body, your cunt clenching around him only adding more enjoyment. You feel extra sensitive after your first orgasm, your insides screaming with joy as he wrecks you. Never have you been able to cum without some type of stimulation on your clit, but the way he rocks his dick into your body makes it feel so easy.

His hold around your neck loosens, and eventually, his hands grip only at your waist to pull you deeper onto his length. You try to assist him, bouncing and forcing your weight down with every thrust. “Fuck, Y/N.” His voice is shaking, his orgasm starting to take him over.

That sets you off, the way your body is able to make him fold brings you over the edge and shaking with bliss. He cums right alongside you, his cock twitching as his seed expels from his body and mixes with your essence. He keeps pushing himself into you despite already cumming, letting you ride out your orgasm to the fullest. You throb around him, a wiggling mess as you scream out his name.

Once finished, you find yourself freed from the ropes, lying on your side under the covers. Hyunjin’s hands are gently running along your body, soft touches causing you to shiver.

“Look who finally woke up.” He quietly taunts, a grin plastered on his lips.

He plants a kiss on your shoulder, making sure you’re aware of his presence in your exhausted state. “I don’t remember passing out.” Your voice is raspy, both from sleeping and screaming at the top of your lungs for the last hour. “Mmm, well you did, with my dick still inside of you actually. Looks like cumming twice is your limit.” He lifts the covers and steps out of bed, holding his hands out for you to grab. “For now, at least.” He smiles down at you, his tongue rimming his bottom lip as a tease.

He runs you a bath, joining you and helping you wash up from behind. He’s careful with his touches, gently washing your hair and making sure not to get any water in your eyes when rinsing it out. He wraps a large towel around you after stepping out of the tub, grabbing one for himself afterward.

“I meant what I said earlier.” He says from across the room while putting on clean clothes. “You’re mine now.”

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littlefella69 · 2 months ago

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DUCK WHO?????

It was always me versus the world Until I found it's me versus me Why, why, why, why? Why, why, why, why? Just remember, what happens on Earth stays on Earth! We gon' put it in reverse

Darling, I told you many times And I am telling you once again Just to remind you, sweetheart That my-

Oh, Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star Life is one funny mo'fucker A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep Introverted by my thoughts; children, listen, it gets deep

See, once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals Anthony was the oldest of seven Well-respected, calm and collected Laughin' and jokin' made life easier, hard times, Momma on crack A four-year-old tellin' his nanny he needed her

His family history, pimpin' and bangin' He was meant to be dangerous Clocked him a grip and start slangin' 15, scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces Even got some head from a smoker last weekend Dodged a policeman, workin' for his big homie Small-time hustler, graduated to a brick on him 10, 000 dollars out of a project housing, that's on the daily Seen his first mill' 20 years old, had a couple of babies

Had a couple of shooters Caught a murder case, fingerprints on the gun they assumin' But witnesses couldn't prove it That was back when he turned his back and they killed his cousin He beat the case and went back to hustlin' Bird-shufflin', Anthony rang The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came Circlin' parking lots and parking spots And hoppin' out while harrassin' the corner blocks

Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it He brushed 'em off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken See, at this chicken spot There was a light-skinned nigga that talked a lot With a curly top and a gap in his teeth He worked the window, his name was Ducky He came from the streets, the Robert Taylor Homes Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome Drove to California with a woman on him and 500 dollars

They had a son, hopin' that he'd see college Hustlin' on the side with a nine-to-five to freak it Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket 'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it Stuck up the place before, back in '84 That's when affiliation was really eight gears of war So many relatives tellin' us, sellin' us devilish works Killin' us, crime, intelligent, felonious Prevalent proposition with 9's

Ducky was well-aware They robbed the manager and shot a customer last year He figured he'd get on these niggas' good sides Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide They didn't kill him, in fact, it look like they're the last to survive Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives One curse at a time

Reverse the manifest and good karma, and I'll tell you why You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments Give 'em a soul so they can make their own choices and live with it 20 years later, them same strangers, you make 'em meet again Inside recording studios where they reapin' their benefits Then you start remindin' them about that chicken incident Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence? Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life While I grew up without a father and die in a gunfight

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thursdaygarbageday · 4 months ago

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The Enchanting Woods of Whimsywood: A Tale of Life and Joy !!!

In a quaint little town called Whimsywood where the trees giggled and the rivers danced, lived a not-so-perfect but genuinely kind-hearted woman named Ann Mary. Ann Mary had a knack for getting herself into delightful predicaments, all while sharing an infectious joy that brightened everyone’s day.

One sunny afternoon, while tending to her garden of singing sunflowers, Ann Mary exclaimed, “You know, they say gardening is a way of showing that you believe in!” To which her sunflower, Sunny Jim, replied, “As long as you don’t plant cucumbers! They think they’re the star of the show!” Ann Mary chuckled and said, "Fair enough! You guys are definitely the daisies of my day!"

Now, Whimsywood was known for its annual Talent Show, where every resident showcased their quirky skills. The grand prize was a magical spoon, said to stir up anything, including laughter and happiness. Ann Mary decided this year she would enter with her unique talent: making the most absurdly funny faces.

As the night of the Talent Show arrived, the townsfolk filled the colorful tent, buzzing with excitement. The mayor, a rotund man with a penchant for fancy hats, opened the show with a quote: “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” He promptly lost his balance and fell off stage, prompting a round of laughter from the audience.

When it was Ann Mary’s turn, she took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage. “Remember,” she announced playfully, “if at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you!” With that, she contorted her face into the silliest expressions, each one more ridiculous than the last, accompanied by goofy sound effects.

The crowd roared with laughter. A little squirrel named Nutty, who was the self-proclaimed judge, squeaked, “If I had a nut for every funny face, I’d have… well, that’s a lot of nuts!” Ann Mary winked and continued her act, adding exaggerated dances and silly poses.

Just as she was about to crown her finale with a particularly bizarre face—a combination of a duck and a llama—something unexpected happened. A sparkly gust of wind swirled around her, and suddenly, her funny faces created magical illusions of dancing animals around her! There were rabbits doing the cha-cha and bears waltzing gracefully.

The crowd gasped, but Nutty shouted, “What’s better than a bear in a tutu? A bear with a sense of humor!” And with that, he burst into laughter, bringing everyone back to the joyous moment.

Finally, as the show came to an end, the mayor regained his composure and announced, “And the winner of this year’s Talent Show, showcasing not just a talent but also a gift of joy, is… Ann Mary!” The audience erupted into applause, and Nutty tossed a handful of acorns into the air in celebration.

Ann Mary accepted the magical spoon with a grin, saying, “This spoon might stir laughter, but it’s the joy we share that truly makes the magic happen.” The townspeople cheered, and the night ended in a whirlwind of jokes, laughter, and tales shared under the twinkling stars.

From that day on, Ann Mary became the heart of Whimsywood, using her magical spoon not just to stir up good food but to sprinkle joy everywhere she went—even if it meant a few silly faces along the way. After all, as she often reminded her friends, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans… or funny faces!”

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rodionray · 9 months ago

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What is John silent about?

The bell rang, and a young girl rushed into the cafe. She immediately took a table and signaled the waiter.

"Mary?" the waiter exclaimed joyfully.

"John! What a coincidence! How many years has it been since I visited our town? Sit with me!"

"Yes, it's me," John smiled and sat opposite Mary. "The last time we saw each other was at graduation! How's your studies at the School of Arts?"

"In six months, my studies will be over! I don't want to jinx it, but my teacher promised to arrange some film auditions for me this year!"

"I'm so happy for you! You've always wanted this!"

"Want to hear something? Remember our graduation? Someone put an envelope with a large sum of money and a cut-out cover of the book 'Truth about Forever' by Sarah Dessen in my bag? Everyone knew that playing the lead role in the movie adaptation of that book was my dream! And everyone knew I couldn't afford the tuition! But no one ever confessed to the act! I left for New York without knowing the name of the person who gave me that chance. Well, finally, I found out who it was!"

"Really? Who was it?" John adjusted his glasses with thick lenses.

"Our classmate, Bobby! Three years ago, we accidentally met in New York. Turns out he's studying at the business school in the neighboring district! He invited me on a date and told me about his noble gesture! Unbelievable, John! Do you believe in destiny? Maybe, that's what it is! We got married a week ago! Oh..." Mary blushed, "I hope your high school feelings for me have cooled off by now? It's been a long time..."

"Of course, Mary. I'm so happy for you both," John smiled.

"And what about you? Are you not studying anywhere?" she asked, looking at his apron.

"I'm planning to. I think I'll work for another year and save up the necessary amount for tuition."

"But as far as I remember, you had money..."

"Yes, but life is a strange thing; you can find yourself in a predicament..."

"Too bad, really too bad. I'll have a coffee and a double Big Mac, John."

The guy took the order and returned to work. Ten minutes later, she left, bidding him farewell with just a smile and the jingle of the bell. That evening, the television in his house was silent, the radio wasn't playing, and the laptop was asleep. John sat at the table, and his hands instinctively reached for the bookshelf. He took out a book without a cover, placed it on the table, and put on his glasses. Pulling out a bookmark, John opened the book to the most worn-out page: "I must admit, unrequited love is much better than the real thing. I mean, it's perfect... Until something hasn't even started, you don't have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential."

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dearworms · 1 year ago

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Worm's TBR List

One Last Stop

"One Last Stop" follows the life of August Landry, a young woman who moves to New York City to start over. She meets a captivating and mysterious woman named Jane on the subway, but soon discovers that Jane is trapped in a time loop on the Q train, unable to leave the 1970s. August and her friends embark on a mission to unravel the mystery behind Jane's predicament and free her from the time loop. Along the way, August and Jane's relationship deepens, leading to a heartwarming and magical love story that transcends time and space.

Masters of Death

Viola Marek is a struggling real estate agent, and a vampire. But her biggest problem currently is that the house she needs to sell is haunted. The ghost haunting the house has been murdered, and until he can solve the mystery of how he died, he refuses to move on. Fox D’Mora is a medium, and though is also most-definitely a shameless fraud, he isn’t entirely without his uses—seeing as he’s actually the godson of Death. When Viola seeks out Fox to help her with her ghost-infested mansion, he becomes inextricably involved in a quest that neither he nor Vi expects (or wants).

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

It is the morning of the reaping that will kick off the tenth annual Hunger Games. In the Capital, eighteen-year-old Coriolanus Snow is preparing for his one shot at glory as a mentor in the Games. The once-mighty house of Snow has fallen on hard times, its fate hanging on the slender chance that Coriolanus will be able to outcharm, outwit, and outmaneuver his fellow students to mentor the winning tribute. he odds are against him. He's been given the humiliating assignment of mentoring the female tribute from District 12, the lowest of the low.

Love on the Brain

Bee Königswasser lives by a simple code: What would Marie Curie do? If NASA offered her the lead on a neuroengineering project - a literal dream come true - Marie would accept without hesitation. Duh. But the mother of modern physics never had to co-lead with Levi Ward. Sure, Levi is attractive in a tall, dark, and piercing-eyes kind of way. But Levi made his feelings toward Bee very clear in grad school - archenemies work best employed in their own galaxies far, far away. But when her equipment starts to go missing and the staff ignore her, Bee could swear she sees Levi softening into an ally, backing her plays, seconding her ideas... devouring her with those eyes. The possibilities have all her neurons firing. But when it comes time to actually make a move and put her heart on the line, there's only one question that matters: What will Bee Königswasser do?

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darkmagyk · 1 year ago

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Which is also part of the point of Lizzie turning down Mr. Collins. She knows her mother married her father for money, and yet, it didn't save her, and they are both miserable.

Mr. Collins is actually making a decent offer to the Bennet Girls. But because its an offer only about making him look good, not about mutual affection, it's not a offer that would have gone over well. (Something is made of Mary being a better choice, in the narrative and in a lot of Janite literature and discussions, and I don't think that would have worked out, either, in a way I'll mention below.) Lizzie would have gone into the relationship thinking poorly of her husband and though she has good manners, it's clear she wouldn't have been able to play pretend with him. And even more so, she wouldn't have been able to play pretend with Lady Catherine. Lizzie spends the whole time in Kent making it clear she isn't going to kowtow to her, something that Lady Catherine expects of everyone, but especially of those directly in her power.

Which brings us to Charlotte. Because though Charlotte's choice to marry Mr. Collins is often framed as her bowing to either social pressure or practicality, I think there is a lot to suggest that Charlotte does have some things in common with Mr. Collins. She's perfectly willing to support his career. She's attentive to Lady Catherine. She's also clocks Darcy's interest in Lizzie, and is very aware that having a best friend who's the Mistress of Pemberley would mean good things for her husbands livings going forward. (This is, partly, where I think Mary would have failed. Perhaps they might have liked moralizing together, but I don't think Mary would ever have been in the mood to fawn over Lady Catherine, and certainly not Anne, when Mary has spent her whole life trying to make a point about being accomplished and well thought of.) It's also worth noting that Mr. Collins is very like Sir William. Sir William is an amiable man who is constantly name dropping the important places he's been and trying to make connections that way. (Compare Sir William trying to connect with Darcy over being at St James's and Mr. Collins making the Lady Catherine connection.) It is the type of person Charlotte knows and has affection for. (Mr. Collins, Mrs. Bennet, and Mr. Bennet are all embarrassments in their own way, but they are not the same kind of embarrassments.). Charlotte and Mr. Collins are a good pair.

And Mr. Bennet, who knows how miserable both he and his wife are in their marriage, has enough...affection to support his daughters in not making matches that will make them miserable. He is fine with the Mr. Collins thing, and he even tried to talk her out of Darcy basically by saying "um...you won't like a match that you can't respect." Which is a great great thing for him to do. He wants his daughters (at least Lizzie and Jane, it seems) to be happy. He knows that money isn't everything in marriage.

The problem is that he doesn't then do anything to help the other side of the predicament. (Or very little, he does go and meet Mr. Bingly.) He doesn't keep the younger three out so Lizzie and Jane have less competition, he doesn't watch or educate them. He doesn't work for Lizzie and Jane to find matches. He doesn't save money for his family. (Which I do think is slightly more understandable. Mrs. Bennet is probably in her early 40s. And by all accounts still a beautiful woman, it would make sense that they only gave up within the last few years.)

So Mrs. Bennet only cares about the money (because she knows she'll get the brunt of it when he dies, because he's almost certainly older then her.) . And Mr. Bennet doesn't care enough about the money and material position of his family once he dies or about (but does care about them not being miserable before him. Which might even lend some credence to why Mary, Kitty, and Lydia are out without Jane and Lizzie being married. He wants them to have fun.)

And so they are all in bad spot.

If none of them married, how desperate would the Bennett girls actually have been?

Well the only dowry they have is £50 apiece from their mother’s small inheritance, per year; so that’s a total of £250 generated by Mrs. Bennet’s inherited investments per annum.

The Dashwoods (four women) are living on £500 a year when they are forced to live in Barton Cottage (with good-will making the rent presumably ridiculously low thanks to Sir John Middleton’s good nature, to say nothing of all the dinners and outings he invites the ladies to, which will help them economize on housekeeping costs for heavier meals.)

So there would be six Bennet women left to live on half as much as the Dashwoods are barely scraping by on. £250 is roughly considered enough to keep ONE gentleman at a barely-genteel level of leisure (presuming he does not keep a horse or estate or have any major expenses beyond securing his own lodgings/clothes/meals at a level becoming of a gentleman.)

None of the Bennet girls have been educated well enough for them to be governesses to support themselves, so…yes, their situation would heavily rely on mega-charity from others to just help them survive, much less maintain them in the lifestyle they’ve been accustomed to. The Dashwood women have NO social life beyond the outings provided by Sir John and the offer of Mrs. Jennings to host the older girls in London–otherwise they’d be stuck in their cottage, meeting absolutely no eligible men, creating a cycle of being poor and unmarried and too poor to meet anyone with money they could marry.

If the Bennet girls don’t at least have ONE of them marry well enough to help the rest before their father dies, they are really, truly, deeply fucked.

They may joke about beautiful Jane being the saviour of the family, but…it’s true. Mr. Bennet failed his daughters several times over in A) presuming he’d have a son, B) not saving money independently from his income to support his family after his death when it became clear he wasn’t going to have a son, C) not educating them well enough to enable them to support themselves in even in the disagreeable way of being a governess, D) not making any effort to escort his daughters to London or even local assemblies to help their matrimonial chances because he just doesn’t feel like it, E) throwing up his hands and shrugging when faced with the crises of Mr. Collins and Wickham.

Much as we are relieved on a romantic level that Mr. Bennet’s support of Elizabeth saves her from parental pressure to accept Mr. Collins, Mrs. Bennet is NOT A DICK for pushing for the match, because on a material level it very much means they get to KEEP THEIR HOUSE and gain a connection to the powerful patron Lady Catherine de Bourgh, which could be VERY advantageous for the other unmarried girls.

And the scandal of Wickham very nearly scuppers the chances of ANY of the other girls, and Wickham is a further DRAIN on the family finances, not a man who is going to substantially be able to support them. It is SUCH a disaster, and of course there’s not much Mr. Bennet can do until they are found, but he’s away in London and doing…what, exactly? Mr. Gardiner takes over and manages everything and Mr. Bennet seems happy to just let him.

Mr. Bennet does the ABSOLUTE LEAST, and actively damages his children’s futures by his inaction AND by his one action to support Lizzie’s individual needs being prioritized over the collective gain, which…I mean, Lizzie is going to be JUST as homeless and destitute as her sisters when he dies, so much good being Dad’s Favourite is going to do her. :/

#pride and prejudice

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it’s on me | s.black

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 : 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖻𝗁

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗌 : 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐/ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 - 𝗂𝖽𝗄. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 : 𝟦.𝟫𝗄

𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 : 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝟣𝟩 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍

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Sirius Black sat on his bed, his friends surrounding him and counting down the seconds. He's turning 17 in less than 20 seconds, and he's anxiously staring at his wrist. James Potter sat next to him, burning holes on his skin and anticipating as well.

Remus then glanced down at his pocket watch and cleared his throat.

"5. . .4. . .3. . .2. . . 1."

"Happy Birthday, Pads!" Peter greeted and jumped giddily from his spot on Sirius' bed and the birthday boy hung his head low.

"It's not me." He grumbled and puts his arm down, pulling his sleeves back down and dropping on the bed with a huff. "This is gonna drive me crazy."

"Hey, maybe they don't have theirs yet." James nudged him, trying to comfort his disappointed friend and turned to Remus for help.

"Yeah, perhaps they're younger by a few months." Remus offered and Sirius nodded glumly, an arm thrown over his face and blocked his eyes from view. "I'm sorry it wasn't you, Padfoot."

"At least I can relate to you, Moony." Sirius said and Remus only chuckled, though Remus is already dating his soulmate. A very kind and smart Ravenclaw who he often traded notes with was surprisingly his soulmate.

"Don't worry mate, she'll find her way to you." Peter tried encouraging Sirius. "I still don't know who mine is. Kind of unlucky that they don't go to Hogwarts."

Then they all went to bed, anticipating the next morning instead to go celebrate a day dedicated to one Sirius Black. The famous rake of Hogwarts, turning 17 would mean the end of it all for the girls who fancied him.

He's spent enough time going around and exploring his options but there is only one destination he could inevitably end up in and that's with this soulmate. He wonders if he would be in the same predicament as Peter.

Perhaps his soulmate is from another school or a muggle, of all things?

He is disappointed to not be the one chosen to bear their name - he would have run to them the moment he found out. Despite all his time running around and playing with other people, he's always longed for his soulmate.

Sirius felt incredibly lonely. Even with his friends, he had this hole in his heart that kept taking and never being filled. So he went around, flirting with others to fill the gaping hole until his soulmate could come and fill the void.

You attend breakfast with a parchment in hand. You got too engrossed in a muggle novel that you forgot your Potions essay - it's due today and you have yet to write a conclusion when you passed out after reaching the last page of the book.

You loved the story and its characters, the plot was very interesting and you both love and hate the book. You love how good it was but hated the fact it kept you from doing your essay so now you're cramming the last two paragraphs while eating breakfast.

Marlene sat next to you. "What a morning," she lets out a wistful sigh and turns to Mary. "Wanna guess what the marauders would pull off this year?"

Your ears perk up at the mention of the group. Mary shakes her head. "There's no knowing what those tossers are thinking."

"What's up?" You ask, trying to hide the nervousness from your hurried writing. Hoping she'd mistake your nerves to be related to the essay propped next to your plate.

"Black's birthday today." Marlene shrugged and you almost dropped your quill. If she noticed, she didn't comment and instead looked down at your parchment. "Sucks to be you."

"And this is why we don't read novels until we finish our essays." Lily announced, taking a seat next to Mary and across you. You frown at her and pointed your quill in feigned offence.

"You gave me the book!"

Lily only laughed and began serving herself breakfast until Potter took his spot next to her - making you immediately look down back to your parchment. Wherever Lily was, there is Potter and wherever he went - there's Sirius Black.

You cast your eyes down and willed yourself to focus on writing instead. Finishing off with one more line and grinning victoriously when you finally finished. Rolling the parchment up and shoving it in your bag before turning back to your half-empty plate.

"Potter, any grand plans today?" Marlene asked with a smirk and you kept yourself occupied with breakfast.

"Yup. better make this extra special, my mate here is disappointed."

You tried not to freeze up, knowing Marlene would sense how tense you were and instead began chugging down the orange juice - sweet things always calmed you down. And it was helping until Mary spoke.

"Didn't like your soulmate?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, and Potter shook his head.

"More like he doesn't know." Potter answered and you abruptly got up, you turned to the girls and gave them a small smile.

"I'm gonna go now, be early for Potions and pretend I'm a model student." You tell them and Marlene cackled.

"That won't take away from the fact you finished that essay late." Lily shook her head and you only stuck your tongue out at her.

You gathered your belongings and began walking away. You made the mistake of stealing a glance at Sirius, who in your surprise looked gloomy. He looks so defeated and you quickly look away before he could notice you and made your way out.

Walking down the hall to your first class, you tug at your sleeve and heaves a sigh.

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴

Written in bold ink on your wrist, contrasting greatly against your skin, and hid it under your sleeves and robes with a shake of your head. Ridding yourself of thoughts about Sirius' sunken expression earlier.

There's no way you're gonna tell him. Soulmates aren't mandatory anyway - other people have been known to end up together despite not being soulmates, and often they're platonic.

The Christmas break finally ended, the students who went home for the Holidays are now back and eager to meet their friends again to exchange stories. You and your roommates were no exception, Lily managed to escape Potter and is now lounging in the dorm with you and the two other girls.

"You lucky bitch, you really snagged yourself a rich heir." Marlene teased Lily, who just finished telling the story of her stay with the Potters at their manor.

"I truly do love James," Lily says with a wide grin. "The money is just a bonus."

All four of you then burst out laughing, throwing your heads back while roaring in laughter and it quickly died down. You kept your hands warm with the mug of hot chocolate Mary prepared.

"I got some good news!" Mary then announced and all heads turned to her. "I met my soulmate."

"Tell us everything!" Marlene yelled and scooted closer to Mary's spot on the floor.

"I celebrated my birthday during the break and - I got it. He's a childhood friend of mine who moved to France and we've been exchanging letters ever since."

"That's amazing, I'm so happy for you, Mary." You tell with with a huge grin and she thanks you with a smile, until it dropped and got replaced by a frown.

"Aren't you 17 already, ____?" She asked and you freeze up.

"Yeah - flew over our heads. You turned 17 during the summer break." Lily raised a brow at me.

"Oh uh - I didn't get the tattoo." You lied. The girls nodded but you could tell Lily was not convinced one bit - she's always been too good at reading you. Fortunately, she didn't pry and turned her attention back to the other girls.

Sirius is growing restless. It's been 4 months since he turned 17 and still, there was no sign of his soulmate anywhere and it's so close to driving him insane. He can't even flirt around like usual anymore.

It felt wrong to be saying things to other girls, things he should only be dedicating to you, and so he's stopped playing. It was as if the world had stopped spinning when people noticed how Sirius Black no longer snogged a random girl in the halls before class.

"Seriously?" Sirius asked, annoyed, when he entered the common room to find Remus and James occupying the couches with their soulmates.

"Wow, hello to you too, Sirius." Lily sarcastically tell him and James chuckled.

"He's just bitter, ignore him." James says and presses a kiss to Lily's temple. Sirius rolled his eyes and sat down next to Peter who was quietly reading a book.

"Welcome to my club, mate." Peter joked. "Finally not fifth-wheeling anymore."

"As lovely as spending time with you is," Lily pried James' arm off her and got up from the couch. "I told ____ I'd help them with Transfiguration. See you later."

Then she walked out, not leaving a chance to James to even demand a goodbye kiss like he usually did. Much to Sirius' delight.

"What a sap." Sirius elbowed James who groaned and sent a half-hearted glare his way.

"Hey! You're the one being all sad puppy over your soulmate."

"Yeah a soulmate who is yet to show their face."

James offers him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, you'll find them, mate." Remus sends him an encouraging smile but it did nothing to help when he has his head on his soulmate's lap, reading a book.

"You know, I reckon if I didn't get the tattoo - Lily would have hidden it from me." James shrugged and a realization came after that sentence. "Bloody hell. What if that's it?"

Sirius turned to his friend - brows furrowed.

"He's unto something." Remus' soulmate spoke up from her spot. "No offence, Black but if I found out you were my soulmate - I wouldn't be too keen."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius asked defensively.

"You have a reputation, go figure." She shrugged and returned to her book.

"That would make this extra depressing then," Remus frowned. "Because that would imply they know about you but never thought to tell you."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here - " Peter tried to diffuse the growing tension but it was to no avail. Sirius got up with a determined look on his face and walked away without another word.

"What's he up to now?"

"Beats me." James shrugged.

You have felt terrible for the past few months - knowing Sirius was looking for you and you were keeping the truth hidden from him and everyone else but ultimately decided it was for the best. And perhaps you were proven right when whispers of his escapades echeod around the castle halls again.

After a few months of taking a break from his usual rake business - he's back.

You admit it hurt, walking on the way to Muggle Studies class and seeing him flirting with some random Hufflepuff when he should be with you. He was your soulmate but he didn't know that because you refused to tell him!

It stung like hell everytime he had his arms around another girl - a brand new one everyday but you thought you had only yourself to blame. Your decision was a double-edged sword. You knew it was the right call given as he's back to being himself and snogging other people but it's also your own fault for not approaching him.

Lily began noticing how glum you looked and it didn't take long for her to figure it out when she caught you staring at Sirius once, a look of hurt on your face as he had been giggling with a Ravenclaw from your year.

She tried approaching you about it but your walls were quickly built up and closed in on you. She could tell you facied Sirius - probably felt more than that but she didn't know about the soulmate thing.

She tried encouraging you, assuring you that your soulmate will come and make your dreams come true. Make all the muggle novels pale in comparison to the real thing and it would have given you hope had you not known the truth.

You only accepted her attempts with a forced grin and that leads you here.

Entering Potions class with Lily - you had planned to pair up for the class while Marlene is with Mary when Slughorn instructed you to exchange partners with Potter.

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked Slughorn, your heart beginning to race. You're not sure you can handle being near him at the moment, not when he was snogging someone in the common room earlier when you went down for breakfast.

"Mr. Black and Mr. Potter cause quite a ruckus together. I believe you and Ms. Evans should be able to keep them in line for today's lesson."

Potter didn't find anything wrong with the arrangement however, more than excited to be paired off with his girlfriend for class. Lily hesitantly walked over, sending you an apologetic look over her shoulders and switched places with Sirius.

He walked over to your table, looking so handsome and cool as always that you could swear you would swoon if it didn't terrify you to have him approaching. He puts his books down on his side and eyes you, wondering why you looked so tense.

"Guess it's you and me, ___."

You quickly look up at him, lips parted in shock and eyes wide. "What?"

"Partners, for this class." He furrowed his brows, and you nod profusely.

"Right. Partners."

If he found your behaviour odd - he didn't say anything and instead actually flipped his book open to the right page. Following as Slughorn instructed and you're thankful he wasn't being a nuissance or leaving you to do all the work.

"How about I prep the ingredients and you do the mixing?" He offered - you accepted only because the potion you're about to make didn't require much in the stirring department.

If it did then you would have asked to switch roles given as he's the athlete with strong arms and you're pretty handy with a knife but you wanted to avoid talking to him as much as possible.

Lily sending you weird looks from across the room is not helping. Surely Potter noticed it because he's now watching you and Sirius flip through your books with a weird look on his face.

You shake your head, willing the thoughts of soulmates and heartbreaks leave you. You're in class, you should only think about passing and not disappointing your parents - you also didn't fancy getting kicked off the slugclub.

You cast a fire and filled the cauldron with water, as per the book's instructions. Sirius handing you the beetles he crushed in the mortar and pestle, you throw it in and wait for him to cut up some crocodile heart -

You both worked in silence, you accepted every ingredient he handed you and you take note of how talented he actually is at Potions. Maybe less messing around with Potter and he could be in the top 10?

You got distracted by Lily mouthing something to you from across the room and accidentally splashed some potion on your sleeves - you curse sharply under your breath - glad it didn't burn.

You cast a spell to remove the stain and began rolling up your sleeves - you already took your robes off because the heat from the cauldron was making you sweat already, the extra layer was not needed.

Rolling your sleeves up to your elbows, you continued stirring, glad this will all be over in a a second as soon as the last ingredient is added. You stop stirring and watch Sirius crush up the lanvenders.

He stole a glance at you watching him and you didn't bother looking away - a bit too invested on the potion now to remember just how messy your current predicament is. He then handed you the crushed up lavenders, you accepted with a 'thanks' and poured it in.

The mixture quickly changing colours - from a murky yellow to a bright blue like it should and you celebrated on the inside, grinning widely at yet another perfectly executed work.

The joy was soon to die down when Sirius grabbed your arm and looked at your wrist with his brows knitted together - so many emotions mixed in that handsome face of his and you grew stiff under his touch.

He looked at your skin, where his name was tattooed boldly and felt his blood run cold. Then back up at you, seeing the look of horror and surprise in your face. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Brilliantly done you two! 5 points to Gryffindor, my, I might just keep pairing you two up." Slughorn butted in and you took advantage of the interruption, retrieving your arm from Sirius and grabbing your bag - running out of the room after muttering a hurried apology to the Professor.

You'll just make some excuse like period problems and he'll probably wave it off - you're one of his favourites so he should let it slide. You ran out, feeling your heart rattle in your chest and you eventually made it to the common room.

You hurried inside and up the stairs to your dorm, barely missing Sirius who apparently ran after you. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at you and panting while you opened the door, ready to go inside.

"Shouldn't we talk about this?" He asked from below and you turned your back on him.

"There's nothing to talk about." Then you disappeared from view. Sirius could try sneaking into your dorm but the protective charms around the girls' dorms was very strong. He did attempt many times to go up the stairs and landed back to the common room floor every time.

His mind was racing. Why did you hide from him and why did you run away? So many questions coming at him all at once and you weren't interested in answering them at all.

"Wait - your name was tattooed on ____?" Lily asked from her spot on James' lap. The Marauders gathered in the common room, the soulmates paired up once again while Peter is sitting on the carpeted floor with his legs crossed.

"Yes!" Sirius answered and ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly.

"But she told me she didn't have the mark - "Lily frowned.

"Obviously she lied." James clicked his tongue in distaste. His best friend has been a mess since he didn't get his mark and to find out the person responsible did it to him on purpose -

"There must be an explanation. I know ____, she would never hurt anyone intentionally." Lily intervened and just then Marlene and Mary appeared, entering the common room and frowning at the sight of a distressed Sirius Black standing in the middle of the room.

"What's going on?" Mary asked.

"____ is Sirius' soulmate." Peter answered without missing a beat.

"Bloody hell!" Marlene, wide-eyed and she immediately ran up the stairs to their dorm. Mary following right after her.

Lily watched the two and got up as well, "I should probably join them." Lily tells the rest of the group and began walking away and up the stairs.

"I need to talk to her." Sirius said, an edge to his tone and Lily nodded.

"I'll make it happen - you two really need to talk. Give me a moment."

Lily Evans sure is skilled. You had no plans of attending the rest of your classes and planned to skip all your meals, ready to bribe Marlene to bring you meals from the kitchen but Lily Evans was very hard to say 'no' to.

She barged into the room, found you crying on your bed with the two girls comforting you and soothed you. She calmed you down and managed to get you to stop crying enough to then begin asking questions.

"Why did you lie about your mark?"

"Because I got nervous - I didn't want anyone to know. Specially not him."

"Why not?"

"He's Sirius Black. He's a player and he's been for as long as I've known him, you don't expect me to be so keen as to come running to his arms the moment I found out?"

Lily nods slowly, understanding what you meant.

"But you didn't even think to give him a chance? We all have a past, and he was so excited for you, why not give it a try?"

"Because I got scared. I don't wanna give my heart to someone only for them to break it."

"There's no guarantee he will."

"And there's no guarantee that he wouldn't."

Mary thought it to be time for her to also intervene. "But that's a risk we take with love, right? Nothing is ever promised. I haven't seen my childhood friend in years, I doubt he even still remembered me but I sent that letter with blind hope. I took a leap of faith and I'm encouraging you to do the same."

You stare at both of them, too stunned to speak and your thoughts were a mess - you can't even form a proper response now.

"You saw how distraught he was when he didn't get the mark, he may have been an absolute tosser but I can tell he genuinely likes his soulmate." Marlene spoke up. "I'm not saying to marry him on the spot - talk it out and discuss this."

"I don't want to talk."

"Well you have to. You owe it to yourselves." Lily said in a stern tone. "Put yourself in his shoes. He just found out his soulmate was hiding from him the entire time, imagine how unwanted he feels right now. I'm not saying to date him, but you should at least tell him why. He deserves to know that much."

And there she goes making you cave in.

The Marauders successfully emptied the common room. Threatening to turn everyone green if they don't leave and it was empty in a matter of seconds.

The only one left is Sirius Black — sat on one of the couches with his head hanging low and you began making your way down the stairs.

Eyes glued on him all the way and taking slow and careful steps to then sit on the couch across him.

He didn't notice you until you cleared your throat, he lifted his gaze and it almost broke you to see how broken he looked.

You were only hiding for 3 hours, what the bloody hell did he go through?

"They said we should talk." You said awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

"Why?"

You tried to ignore how he sounded so defeated. You give him a tight-lipped smile.

"A bit too vague a question, isn't it?"

But he failed to find humour in your words, staring at you like you dug a dagger in his heart and twisted it before removal. You could almost shrink under his gaze - you didn't wanna hurt him, it was never the intention but you were only protecting yourself.

"You didn't make it easy." You swallowed. "Can you seriously blame me?"

"Because of my reputation, that's it?" He asked, more life returning to his voice only there was the growing hint of anger and it made you hesitate - but you didn't want to be painted a villain in this story.

You knew you had valid reasons. The execution may have been terrible but, still.

"I've known you for 6 years, and in all those years - you didn't exactly make it easy for me to accept the fact that you're my soulmate."

"Your birthday was weeks before school started - you've known for so long."

He's not hearing you and you're not hearing him.

"I had to keep it to myself. And it seemed like you didn't have much trouble, snogging Ravenclaws in the halls."

You paused, seeing how his shoulders tensed and he finally caught your eyes - locking it with his and you could almost drown in the depth of those grey eyes.

"I've been longing for you, my whole life. It's difficult to not feel alone with the type of life I live but I managed to survive with the thought of you, that there's someone out there waiting for me."

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"That's the thing. Even if it hurts like hell right now, a part of me is happy that you're finally here." Sirius smiled a small smile and it made your heart skip a beat. "I suppose you're right - to be a fraid but I deserved to know. To at least be rejected instead of spending the rest of my life wondering."

You struggled to come up with a reply, your hands were beginning to shake and you shake your head. You're not cut out for this, you thought and got up. Ready to walk away and gather yourself once more before continuing the talk but he got up as well - reaching his hand out to you.

He grabbed you by your wrist and his touch sent a shock of electricity through you. You let out a soft gasp at that and as if feeling it as well, he blinked at you, looking puzzled.

With his skin touching yours, you could feel it - all his anguish and fear beginning to eat him alive. To be so different from his family and feeling like he didn't belong and now here you are making him feel unwanted.

He must've felt all your confusion, hesitance and guilt.

You could see it all in his face and you quickly escape his grasp, pressing a hand to you pounding chest.

"Can you at least give me a chance?" Sirius asked, and you kept quiet, trying to soothe your panicked heart. "This would never suffice as an excuse but - all my flings meant nothing. I went around to feel less. . .lonely but I've been waiting for you."

Sirius stepped forward, fingers lifting your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes once again. You took note of how glossy they were and knew tears also threatened to spill from your own.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. That's the last thing I wanted." You confessed. "I'm sorry."

"I understand - " He nods, "But don't we owe it to ourselves to try?"

You hesitated, trying to get his hand off you but he held you firmly - still gentle enough not to hurt you but assertive enough to keep you in place. "I -"

"Just please. Give me a chance. That's all I need." Sirius pleaded and your thoughts were too scrambled that forming a proper response was hard - specially with his face this close. You were beyond stunned when he got down on his knees and hung his head low. "I'll beg if I have to."

You srambled to get on your knees as well and send him an incredulous look. "What are you doing? Get off the floor."

"I know I deserved your doubts but I promise to make it up to you." Sirius's shoulders began trembling and you could tell he was crying now. Holy fuck, you made Sirius Black cry.

There was just no way you're not giving in at this point. "Okay - just please stop kneeling on the ground."

He lifted his gaze back to yours and you see those tears cascading down his cheeks- your hands reaching out on instinct. Wiping them away and feeling his complete and utter happiness with the touch of your skins.

"I've been waiting for years -" Sirius said in an out-of-breath tone. "Do indulge me and let me kiss you?"

Merlin, when he says things with that face and that voice - he leaves no room for an argument so you only nodded with a smile playing at your lips. His lips locking with yours and he held you so close, you were almost on his lap and you had to push him away when you heard cheers.

Coming out from the shadows was the Marauders and your roomates.

"I can't believe Black cried." Marlene teased and you laugh with her, Sirius hiding his face on your shoulder and you send Lily a smile.

"I guess only ____ could have that talent now." Peter shrugged.

"About time he stops moping." Remus joked and earned a middle finger from Sirius who still had his face buried in your shoulder. "Congrats you two."

"We had a rocky start but," you grinned widely. "We're here."

"This calls for a celebration!" Potter yelled and avoided the smack Lily aimed for his shoulder. "My best mate is finally comitting! Let's treat everyone for their grand loss."

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Chapter Seven: Trying for Normal (Gifts)

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“You can not honestly tell me you are thinking of announcing that girl as your daughter.” Damian says, his scowl deeper than Dick had seen it in a while.

“‘That girl’ has a name, Little D. Plus she’s your sister.” Dick says, resisting the urge to nudge him. They had gotten to the point where a small nudge wasn’t a death sentence, but Damian was on edge. And a small nudge would probably not be appreciated.

“I do not care what her name is, Grayson. Since coming to Gotham she has been involved in two separate Rogue attacks. She is suspicious at best, and a nuisance at worst.” He replies, crossing his arms.

“Enough, Damian. Marinette is not a nuisance. She simply has bad luck.” Bruce says, obviously trying to defend his daughter.

“And poor self-preservation skills. Talking back to the Joker? Snarking the Riddler? For an individual with no combat training, she gets much too involved in attacks. It is idiotic.” Damian argues, shaking his head.

“It might have something to do with the Paris situation. She said she’s been at attacks before, so she must have some experience with villains. And from what I read on the Ladyblog, none of the damage in Paris lasts. She just may not realize how dangerous it is for her to do here what she would do in Paris. We just need to warn her, or, at least remind her, that Gotham is a dangerous place.” Dick says, thinking back to her reaction to the Riddler and the Joker. She was definitely more tense with the Joker, despite the fact that both villains had arrived with armed goons. Maybe she thought the Riddler was less likely to kill someone, not true. Or maybe she- Dick frowns as he remembers a key difference between the attacks.

“I just realized something.” He says with a frown.

“Care to share with the rest of the room, Dickiebird?” Jason asks, strolling in and flopping onto a chair.

“She was more tense at the attack with the Joker, she seemed to understand that it was a dangerous situation. Sure, she talked back to him, but she didn’t try to fight back or anything. But at the attack with the Riddler, he wasn’t even targeting her at first. He was targeting the boy she’d been talking to. And she was more reckless, and then she fought back. She fought well, but it was still super dangerous.” Dick rambles, pacing as he explains the predicament.

“Is there a point to this? I feel like I walked in at the wrong time.” Jason calls out from his chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him.

“My point, Jay, is that Marinette has a crush.” Dick says, shuddering at the word like it’s something disgusting. (It is, his sister is too young for crushes and boyfriends).

“Is that why she ran off with him right after the attack?” Jason asks with a smirk. Dick feels his eyes practically shoot out of his head.

“She what!?” He yells, running over to the Batcomputer to look at the security footage from the wax museum. Spots that were targeted frequently, like the wax museum, had their security footage directly linked to the Batcave. Just in case of an emergency or in case an attack happened and they needed an extra set of eyes.

“I’m sure she didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t do.” Jason teases, and Dick pales.

“Shut up, Jason!” He moans, his typing turning frantic as he scrolls through the day’s footage. He stops when he gets to the moments after the battle. When the phones of the French students had all gone off. Frowning, he watches as his sister runs up to the boy and grabs his hand, leaning in and whispering to each other before the two run out of the room. Towards the bathrooms. Oh hell no. Dick scrolls forwards, frowning when they don’t come out in five minutes. Or ten minutes. Huffing, he switches to the cameras aimed at the exits. Surely one of the cameras had to catch the pair leaving the museum. He rewinds it and watches, but...there’s nothing. They don’t leave the bathrooms and they don’t leave the museum. For the rest of the day.

“Has anyone been in contact with her since the attack?” Bruce asks from right beside him, making him jump out of his seat with a yelp.

“I don’t even have her number.” Dick says, resisting the urge to glare at his adoptive father. He might’ve had Marinette’s number had Bruce actually acted like he wanted her to be there for dinner the other day. Instead, he practically ignored her and she left. And now she was missing. Definitely missing, because she never came out of the bathroom at the museum.

“Hello, Marinette? Yes, I apologize for calling so suddenly. I was- yes. Yes, I did hear about the attack….yes, that was part of the reason I was calling. I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner at the manor. You could bring your friend, Adrien Agreste, I believe was his name. Of course. Yes. Oh no, I’ll send a car. No, no I assure you it- Marinette please. Taxis aren’t always safe after dark. Thank you. Yes, I- we’ll see you then. Goodbye.” Bruce hangs up, and Dick looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Just gonna suddenly invite her and her boy toy to dinner, B? What’re you gonna do, interrogate them?” He asks frowning.

“That’s the second time that Marinette has ran off after that alarm. I’ve seen videos of the situation in Paris and I’m concerned. Now go upstairs and act normal. I want all of you on your best behaviors at dinner. Damian, better than best please. No weapons.” Bruce directs before leaving the room, presumably to ask Alfred to pick up Marinette. Dick sighs and looks at his brothers.

“Well this isn’t going to be a disaster or anything.” He says. --- “Tikki this is going to be a disaster!” Marinette whines, throwing herself face first onto the bed. She tries to ignore Tikki’s amused giggle. This was not funny. This was dinner with her family that she hadn’t made a great impression on the first time. And Adrien was invited, and she wasn’t sure where the two stood but she was sure that if Dick was at dinner, he would just push Adrien farther away from her.

“I could practically hear your suffering from Adrien’s room, pigtails.” Plagg says, making Marinette sit up and glare at the Kwami.

“Are you just here to mock me?” She asks, pouting. He snorts.

“No, I’m here to tell you the kid’s on his way over here. I told him you were panicking and he practically ran out his door.” Plagg says with a chuckle. Rapid knocking on the door makes him laugh more before dropping onto the bed next to Tikki. Marinette sighs, rolling off the bed and pulling the door open, jumping forward in time to catch Adrien before he completely falls to the ground.

“Are you okay? Plagg said you were panicking, did something happen?” He asks quickly, looking her up and down. Marinette blinks, slightly taken aback by his sudden concern. It was nice, but still a lot all at once. Shaking her head, she gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind him. Walking back over to the bed, she once again face plants and groans.

“She’s nervous because Mr. Wayne invited the two of you to dinner.” Tikki chirps, giggling when Marinette lifts her head up enough to glare at her.

“Traitor.” She says, dropping her head back down.

“If you don’t want me to go with Marinette, I won’t.” Adrien says. Marinette immediately jumps up, shaking her head rapidly.

“No, no that’s not what I meant. I just- I’m nervous about actually sitting through a dinner with them. And I’m pretty sure Dick will try and sit between us and glare at you like he did at the museum.” She admits, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Adrien raises an eyebrow.

“He was glaring at me?” He asks, utter confusion on his face. Marinette groans, dropping her head into her hands.

“Sometimes your obliviousness is cute-”

“You think I’m cute!”

“But right now, it’s kinda making me want to scream into my pillow.” Marinette admits, giving him her signature “not amused” look. A look she usually saves for when Chat Noir is making a pun.

“Wait, why wouldn’t Dick like me?” Adrien asks, thankfully stuck on that now instead of the fact that she thinks he’s cute.

“Um, maybe because we were holding hands? Did you really not notice how he kept standing in between us the entire time we were at the museum?” Marinette asks, suddenly unsure if she’d imagined the whole thing.

“Oh no, I did. I just didn’t think it meant he didn’t like me. I’ve never really dealt with siblings before. I mean, I’ve met Nino’s little brother but...that’s about it.” Adrien says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Marinette sighs, grinning softly.

“I don’t really have a lot of experience either, so maybe I was just imagining things.” She admits. Adrien’s shoulders instantly relax and she smiles. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“So, did you want me to come with?” He asks after a moment of silence. Marinette nods, agreeing immediately.

“Please. I don’t think I can go back there alone, not yet anyway.”

“Of course, Mari. Now, what’re you wearing?” --- The ride to Wayne Manor wasn’t as quiet as her first, with Adrien making quiet jokes and saying things to try and help keep Marinette out of her head. She was thankful that he had come with, because she was definitely going to need the emotional support to get through dinner. The car stops and Marinette sucks in a deep breath. Smoothing out her skirt nervously, Marinette glances at the small, neatly wrapped package sitting between her and Adrien. It was something she had started back when she first found out she was adopted. And that her parents didn’t know her bio dad. A scrapbook with copies of everything important from her life: baby pictures, school pictures, birth announcement, report cards, clippings from newspapers where she had won or placed in contests, pictures of her early designs and recent designs, pictures of certificates and trophies from various competitions and activities. Basically a road map of her life to be given to her bio dad so that he could get to know her. She’d written her name on the front page, with the words “daughter of Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Le” underneath. A sort of amendment to her birth announcement which listed her as the daughter of Tom and Sabine Dupain Cheng. And while she definitely was their daughter, she also wanted Mr. Wayne to know that she wanted to be his daughter too. Not just by blood, which isn’t the important part. No, she wanted to get to know him and for him to get to know her. Pushing down the intruding thoughts insisting that it was too soon and that he didn’t want her in the first place, she opens the car door and steps out, clutching the package to her chest like a safety blanket.

“Would you like me to take that for you, Miss Marinette?” Alfred asks, glancing at the package.

“Oh, no thank you Alfred. It’s for my da- er, um, Mr. Wayne. I can hang onto it.” She says with a bright smile. She could do this. Sure, it didn’t go great the last time she was here. And she was pretty sure Mr. Wayne’s youngest son could kill her and wanted to kill her. But it was fine. Everything is fine. Walking through the front door, her shoulders relax slightly when she sees Dick is the only one standing there waiting for them.

“Marinette! He cheers, rushing forward and picking her up in a hug. As in, legitimately picking her up. Okay then.

“Good to see you too.” She says, trying not to show that he’s literally suffocating her with the hug.

“Good to see you again, Dick!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette feels Dick tense before setting her down, his smile less bright as he looks at Adrien.

“And you. Adrien, right?” He asks, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

“Yup!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette watches cautiously, noticing that Dick seems to be squeezing a little too hard….and then Adrien appears to match his strength, if the look on Dick’s face is anything to go by. Marinette coughs to hide a snort, her face heating up as both boys turn to look at her.

“Uh, is it just you and Mr. Wayne tonight?” Marinette asks, choosing to ignore their awkward handshake.

“Nope! It’s me and Bruce and Alfred, of course, and Jay and Tim and Damian and Cass. Steph’s not in town and Babs is having dinner with her dad.” Dick says, and Marinette’s eyes widen. There were a lot more people in her bio dad’s family than she thought. She knew about the boys, but she hadn’t seen anything about Cass, Steph or ‘Babs’.

“I didn’t realize I had sisters too.” She says instead of voicing her insecurities. Before she only had the boys to measure up against, now she had three girls too?

“Well, the only official sister is Cass. Steph used to date Tim and she just kinda stuck around. She’s practically family at this point. And Babs and I used to date, but again, she stuck around after and now she’s practically family.” Dick explains with a grin and a shrug. Cause having your exes around isn’t awkward. Or, maybe it isn’t. She doesn’t have any exes to compare it to. Just as she starts to get lost in her thoughts, she feels Adrien brush against her gently. Reminding her that he’s there, for her, giving her the strength she needs to follow Dick into the living room. Where everyone else was sitting. Oh boy.

“Marinette, so glad you could join us. And Mr. Agreste, nice to see you again.” Bruce says, standing from his spot and moving to shake Adrien’s hand.

“You as well, M. Wayne. And please, call me Adrien. Mr. Agreste is my father.” He says, and Marinette can just barely see his wince. His father always had been his least favorite subject, no matter how much or how little they spoke of him.

“Thanks for inviting us.” Marinette says, moving the package so that she’s no longer clutching it like a lifeline. Holding it out to Mr. Wayne, she laughs at his confused face. “It’s a present.” She adds.

“Oh, well, thank you.” He says, his face unreadable. Marinette shifts her weight, glancing between him and the package, waiting for him to open it. Or properly introduce her to the rest of the family. Either option would work at this point. Glancing at Dick, she sighs in relief when he claps. At least someone was going to make the first move.

“Right, so I don’t think you got the chance to meet Jason and Damian properly when you were here the other day.” Dick says, tugging her around a still frozen Bruce in front of the two boys from the other day.

“No, I didn’t. Hi, I’m Marinette.” She says, smiling and holding out a hand to Damian first. He tuts and turns away, making Marinette’s smile fall slightly before she turns to Jason. Jason grins and shakes her hand.

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He says, before whistling. “You didn’t get B’s height, that’s for sure.” He teases, Marinette snorts, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.

“Hey, don’t count me out for my height. Ever heard the phrase, small but mighty?” She asks, crossing her arms. Jason snorts, reaching out and messing up her hair.

“Whatever you say, Pixie Pop.” He replies. She rolls her eyes and turns to the other two siblings she hadn’t met.

“Hi, you must be Tim and Cass.” She says, smiling at both of them. Tim nods, his hand twitching towards his pocket. Marinette tries not to laugh, having seen Max do the same thing when he had to socialize for any amount of time. The boy was always far more comfortable with his phone in his hand, even if he wasn’t actually looking at it. Cass smiles, and Marinette notices her hands moving. “Sorry, could you repeat that, I wasn’t watching closely.” She says. Cass’ smile widens and she nods before starting over.

“Welcome to family. Nice to meet you.” Cass signs, making Marinette beam.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” She says, eyes widening when she realizes she left Adrien alone with a frozen Mr. Wayne. Whirling around, she moved back to Adrien and tugged him forward, rolling her eyes at his surprised yelp. Honestly, he should expect this by now.

“Geeze, Princess. Give a man a warning.” He says, adjusting his shirt that she’d accidentally messed up.

“Sorry k- Adrien. Sorry. Anyway, uh, everyone this is my friend Adrien Agreste. Adrien this is Jason, Damian, Tim, Cass and you already know Dick.” Marinette introduces, gesturing to each of her new siblings. Adrien shoots a wide smile, not quite his model smile but also not quite a real one.

“Nice to meet you all.” He says.

“Marinette, I apologize. Did you want me to open this now?” Mr. Wayne asks suddenly. She turns and raises an eyebrow at his unreadable expression and the way he holds onto the present like he doesn’t know what to expect. Which is fair, considering they’d only met in person the day before.

“Oh, um, if you want to. It’s nothing big.” She says, watching nervously as he nods and unwraps it. His eyebrows twitch together as he looks at the book, obviously not yet understanding.

“Open it, B.” Dick whispers, clearly understanding the gift more than their father. Mr. Wayne nods and opens it, his unreadable expression falling into one that she...still can’t read. But it’s not emotionless anymore. As he flips through the book, a small smile creeps its way onto his face and Marinette almost cheers. That’s the most sincere look she’d ever seen on the man.

“Did you put all this together?” He asks, glancing up from the book to look at her. Marinette nods.

“When I found out I was adopted, I wanted to have something to give my bio dad. So that even if he didn’t want to see me in person, he could get to know me. When I found out you’re my, um, dad, I added some personal touches.” She says.

“And I can keep this?” He asks, and Marinette’s shocked that he sounds almost scared. As if he thinks she’ll say no and take everything back. She smiles.

“Of course. My Maman and Papa already have those pictures. These are all yours.” She says.

“Thank you, Marinette. I- This is an amazing gift.” He says. Marinette’s smile widens and her shoulders sag in relief. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a disaster after all.

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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Hi!

Happy New Year! 😃 There’s so many to choose from but as soon as I saw this one, I knew it was the one I wanted to pick.

Prompt #35 from Prompt List #2 - Frankie Morales

Thank you!

#35: “About the baby...it’s yours.”

Ohhh, this is inch resting! Enjoy!

Frankie Morales x Reader ; warnings: pregnancy (and any and all things related to it), mentions of sex, drinking, smooches.

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“No,” you sighed in frustration as you looked at the small white stick in your hands. It was a simple pregnancy test, but right now it felt like a ticking time bomb. You read over the singular word in frustration before tossing it onto the floor and watching as it skidded to a stop next to the bathtub.

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

It couldn’t be right though, surely it had to be a false positive. But then...what about all the rest of the tests you had taken? All nine others were lined up on the counter, a testament to how determined you were to find out that you weren’t pregnant. But...could ten tests really be lying? What were the odds that all of them were false positives?

“Shit,” in a burst of anger you tossed them all off the counter and onto the floor, tears already running down your cheeks as you sank to the floor in frustration. How could this have happened? You were so careful every other time; you were on birth control and always made sure to have your partners use a condom. And yet...here you were. Pregnant and alone, crying on your bathroom floor.

You pulled your knees up to your chest as you decided to get all your tears out then and there before making a plan. One way or another, something was going to need to happen - and as soon as possible hopefully.

But then, as you sat there, crying and ignoring the incessant notifications on your going off on your phone, it hit you.

Frankie. Francisco Morales. He’d been the last person you had sex with.

Holy shit. No - there was no way. You couldn't be pregnant by your best friend that you'd secretly loved for years and had a drunken one night stand with. Absolutely not. Nope...that would be...the worst thing in the eternity of the universe. Some sort of vile joke that the universe would be playing on both of you. It couldn’t be him...no, no, no.

But...he was the last person you'd had sex with. And before then...it had been months since anyone else. Unless there was some sort of divine intervention on behalf of your uterus and you were some sort of abstinent Mary, Frankie Morales was the father of your baby.

The baby - not your baby. Rather, the small peanut inside of you. Referring to it as anything else was too...real. It was just a baby - a maybe baby. One you weren’t even sure you’d keep, wanted, or would tell Frankie about. But...shit. You couldn’t not. It would come out somehow, if not now, then later, in a moment of indiscretion, or another drunken evening. You had to tell him...even if it was just to let him know what happened before you made some sort of decision.

But what the hell were you supposed to tell him? Oh by the way, remember when we had sex two months ago? Yeah, well, I’m pregnant.

You must have forgotten to take your birth control, and neither of you must have had enough sense to remember a condom. Or one of the two failed...or both. Either way it was a perfect storm that resulted in the worst possibility.

The worst part of all?

Despite the upset and sheer terror you felt, there was a small part of you that wasn’t...entirely devastated. You’d never given much thought to children, having been perpetually single for the better part of the last decade, and hopelessly in love with your best friend. If there was a man that you wouldn't have minded children with, it would have been Frankie. He was a good man, always trying to be better, trying his best, and despite all the shit he’d been through in life, he still managed to have a soft, loving heart. He would have made a good father, that much you knew.

But shit. He was only your best friend, and unlike you, he wasn’t deep in love. Would he even want a baby? A child he’d have what - half custody of while you had the other? It would never work, it wasn’t meant to be...it just...no. There was no way in hell this was going to work out.

With that thought in your mind, you rested your head on your knees, crying and shaking as you tried to wrap your head around it all.

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“Hey,” you felt a soft touch on your arm as you heard your name being gently called, “hey, Bee...wake up.”

You opened your eyes, blinking away the dried tears and bleariness as you took in the face looking back down at you with a gentle smile. Momentarily forgetting your predicament, you offered him a smile of your own as he held out his hand to help you up to your feet.

“Frankie,” you gave him a curious look, “what are you doing here? It’s not movie night or anything.”

“I’ve been calling and texting,” he nodded in the direction of your discarded phone, which was blinking at you with notifications, “you didn’t answer and I got worried. It’s not like you. I wanted to see if you were up for getting a drink tonight? The brewery’s got a new ale out.”

“I...umm,” you quickly remember your situation as a sense of panic set into your bones. The tests and discarded boxes were still all over the floor, one right next to your phone. He had to have seen them. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded lightly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Frankie.”

“Yeah,” he said as he gave everything the once over. Another worry suddenly crossed your mind; you’d been drinking the last two months. Granted it hadn’t been anything crazy, just a beer here and there and a glass of wine on occasion, but still. Shit. He cleared his throat awkwardly as you scurried around to pick everything up. Ever the gentleman, he stepped into help, pausing slightly when he noticed all the positive tests, “you...ugh...you’re pregnant?”

“I-I guess,” you offered him the most neutral look you could muster up, “I just ugh...found out. It’s a bit of a surprise to me too.”

“Oh...you don’t…” he swallowed thickly as he nodded, more to himself than anything else as wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole, “do you…”

“I don’t know a lot,” you cut him off before he could continue his line of questioning, “i didn’t really know I was...pregnant until I missed my period this month. I-I-I thought last month was a fluke but two months in a row is disconcerting. So I panicked and got some tests.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened as you could practically hear the gears turning in his head as you realized what you said. You might as well have told him then and there, “I thought you were…”

“I am,” you tried to cover up your own tracks, “I’m on birth control, so I’m also a little...surprised. I’m trying to keep calm, but in all honesty I’m freaking out.”

“It’s okay, Bee,” he promised softly as he gently put his hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheek. It was hard not to melt into his touch and confess everything then and there, “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, whatever support you want, I’m here, every step of the way.”

“Frankie...I-I don’t know what to say…” your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to break down in a fit of tears again. It would be better to get it out in the open now and to just say it and let him know and -

“Either I get to be the best fun uncle, or...I’ll be here for you either way,” he insisted with a smile small before pulling you into a gentle, warm hug. You were stunned into silence, but decided to let things happen, wrapping your own arms around his waist as you buried your head in his chest.

You wouldn’t tell him now. But soon. You needed to. For your sake as well as his own.

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It was an odd feeling, walking out of the doctor’s office, clutching a stack of papers with more information than you knew what to do with, including a set of grainy black and white images. You’d cried - as you’d often been doing lately - but somehow you weren’t upset. It had been about two weeks since your surprise discovery, and with each passing day, it became more real.

You were still confused, more than you had ever been, but somehow you’d grown attached to the idea of the little bean that was inside of you. It was scary, more than anything else in life ever had been, but you...just...it was a lot.

No you just needed to tell Frankie.

It seemed like every time you’d tried, something or someone came up and interrupted, pulling his attention away or making it a most inopportune moment. But...shit. You couldn’t let this go much longer.

You’d tell him. Tonight. There was no doubt in your mind it was time to do it and then the pieces could fall wherever they landed and you’d figure it out. Keeping it from him just wouldn’t be fair, and you couldn’t imagine a world where you had this baby and Frankie only thought of himself of an uncle.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you walked into your apartment, ready to sit down and relax - and get yourself hyped to tell Frankie - before he came over for your weekly movie night.

But when you got in, your heart plummeted when you saw Frankie already in the kitchen, messing around with some snacks. Shit, shit, shit. He wasn’t supposed to be there for at least another two hours.

“Bee,” he grinned at you when spotted you, excitedly pointing at the various treats he was setting out, “you’re just in time!”

“And you’re early,” you tried to make light of it as you walked in and set everything down on the table, “I wasn’t expecting you for a while.”

“I know,” he grinned with a wink, “but I knew you’d be home soon, and wanted to do this for you. You’re dealing with a lot, and I just want to help however I can. How did it go? Did you get more information...what am I saying? Of course you did...how was it?”

“It was a lot,” you admitted, just like everything right now, “the doctor was really helpful and gave me so much information. But..ugh...the ba - it’s fine right now.”

“The baby?” he asked as you nodded, setting down the stack of papers, letting the sonogram images land on top, “you can call it a baby, Bee!”

“I know,” you huffed lightly with laughter at yourself, “it just...makes it feel so real. Calling it a baby. I dunno.”

“Bee’s having a baby...Baby Bee,” he said excitedly as he looked over your stack of papers, his soft brown eyes landing on the pictures, “maybe...a maybe Baby Bee…”

Before you could stop him, he reached for the sheet of images, bringing it up to his face as he furrowed his brows to study them closely. A small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he looked at them, and you couldn’t help but grin back at him. You were so in love with this man, it was almost painful sometimes. And you here you were, having his baby and he didn’t know, he wasn’t yours...that bad it all that much harder. Before you knew it, tears were running down your cheeks, and a sniffle escaped your lips.

“Umm, F-Frankie…: you whispered softly as he looked at you with a concerned expression, “about the baby...i-i-it’s...it’s yours.”

He stiffened for a moment, a million different expressions crossing his features as he looked between you and the sonograms and back at you. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, all he could manage was a small, “what?”

“I-I know I should have told you sooner, right when I found out and you came in,” you were crying now, a blubbering mess, “I just couldn’t do it...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all of this...you’re the only one I’ve been with in almost a year and I-I-I know it was a one night drunken thing, and I thought we were careful but this...just happened. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

“It’s mine?” he asked softly as you nodded, watching as his eyes flicked to your still non-existent bump, “we’re having a baby? Together?”

“I-I know this isn’t what anything we expected,” you wiped at your eyes, “I-I don’t expect you to help or have anything to do with it, but I...I want to keep it…”

Frankie inhaled and exhaled deeply, setting the images back down before turning his attention to you. His gaze was on your face, eyes soft as ever before he closed the small distance between your bodies. Before you could ask what he was doing, his hands found your face, touching it tenderly for a few moments, almost as if he was asking you for permission, which you readily granted, before crashing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply.

And it felt so...perfect. So natural as his arms wrapped around your waist and you put yours around his neck and held him close. He didn’t let you go, reluctant to part his lips from yours for even a moment, only doing so when you were left dizzy and breathless.

“I love you, Bee,” he whispered softly, chasing your lips with his own, “always you, for so long. It wasn’t supposed to be a one night stand, I just got so foolish and scared…”

“I love you, Francisco,” you promised, “you’ve been it for me for so long. I never thought…I never thought you would love me back. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be loved by you.”

“You’ve been loved by me for so long,” he promised, “you never had to wonder. I should have told you sooner.”

“Now is good,” you grinned at him, your head spinning with everything that was going on, “now is perfect.”

“Bee,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, stopping at your lips, “and Baby Bee. I couldn’t ask for anything better. I am so in love with you.”

“I love you more than anything,” you ran a hand through his dark locks, a few tears already spilling down your cheeks again. He beamed at you, gently wiping them away, “but, Frankie...you’re okay...with the baby? Keeping the baby?”

“Yes,” he whispered softly, his own eyes glistening with tears as he nodded, “yes. I want this...I’ve always wanted this. I want everything with you - you and only you.”

“Francisco…” you smiled, and just like that, you lit up his entire world, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he nuzzled his nose against yours as he breathed you in, “my Bee and Baby Bee. What more could I ever ask for?

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