#* there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes ; flowers in her hair ! — musings.

[surftrips]

ABOUT YOU | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

request: luke x reader fluff w like an aphrodite!reader? reader is all sunshine and flowers and makes luke all soft/campers teasing luke abt the way reader changed him 🤭

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is probably my favorite luke fic that i've written so far thank u so much anon for sending this request in! writing aphrodite!reader is so much fun, i'm such a sucker for the opposites trope. hope you all enjoy 🤍

You were the human embodiment of sunshine, a real life angel. Gentle, kind, and lovely— in other words, the complete and total opposite of Luke Castellan. He was dark and broody, strong and rough, and not totally unfriendly, but definitely intimidating. 

But even if you weren’t the daughter of Aphrodite, Luke believed that you would still be just as beautiful. There was something in the way you carried yourself that had made his heart surrender the second he laid eyes on you. You became the one and only exception in his long list of grievances. 

So it came as no surprise to anyone at camp when the two of you started dating, just to the dismay of many of your admirers and a few of Luke’s as well. If there was one thing you had in common, it was your beauty. With his puppy dog eyes and curly brown hair, Luke was a sight for sore eyes, almost as much as you were. 

One day, you were walking hand in hand when one of the younger campers accidentally bumped into Luke. On any other occasion, Luke might have started an altercation, but today, he simply smiled and said, “Just be careful next time.” The camper stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked into place as you softly giggled.

“What?” he smiled, looking over at you as the kid took it as an opportunity to run away. 

“Nothing,” you mused. “Just that I think you’re getting soft, Luke Castellan.” You poked a finger at his chest playfully. 

“What?” he shook his head. “No, I’m not.” 

Though he attempts to keep a serious face, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He often looked at you like this, ready to go along with anything you said— no matter how silly or whimsical your remarks. 

“Okay, lover boy. Whatever you say,” you shrugged, offering him a kiss on his cheek that instantly causes color to rush into his face. Ignoring that he’s just proven your point, he attempts to hide his expression by seeking solace in the crook of your neck. He would never admit it to anyone, but he often thought his favorite place at camp was the spot in between your jaw and collarbone. 

Even though most of the campers were still a little frightened by the idea of approaching Luke, his closest friends were not afraid to speak their minds. 

“Dude, you’re like, totally whipped for her,” Percy remarked over lunch once. 

“And you’re like, totally fourteen years old,” Luke said.

“I think the fourteen year old’s right,” Chris jumped in.

“Dude! I thought you were supposed to have my back,” Luke throws up his arms in mock aggravation.

The two boys snickered, causing Luke to speak up again. “I am not whipped for Y/N.” 

“Oh, sure,” Chris began. “So the reason you’re practically skipping around camp and letting whatever team Aphrodite cabin is in win Capture the Flag is because…?” 

“Oh, and don’t forget the constant checking his phone to see if she texted back and sharing his blanket with her at the campfire!” Percy pointed out. “Meanwhile, I’m over here freezing…” 

“Maybe,” Luke scrambled to come up with an answer. “Maybe, I was just in a really good mood those days. It could have absolutely nothing to do with Y/N.” 

He barely believed the words himself, and Chris and Percy were certainly not convinced. Luke wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to defend himself. 

“Dude, it’s okay if you are, she’s literally your girlfriend,” Chris said.

“Hey! I have an idea, let’s ask Annabeth!” Percy declared.

“Annabeth? Why her?” Luke furrowed his brow. 

“Because, she’s a girl. And she’s known you the longest, she can give us a real answer,” Percy said matter-of-factly. 

Luke thought it over. The young boy was technically right, Annabeth was like a little sister to him. If anyone could tell if he had changed since dating you, it would be her. This came as both a good and bad realization to him, because what if he had changed? Gods, was it that obvious? 

Before he could agree to asking Annabeth, the young girl was already at their table. Percy must have called her over while Luke was thinking. 

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her plate of food. 

“Oh, nothing, just talking about how soft Luke has gotten since he started dating Y/N,” Chris explained with a grin on his face. 

“Oh?” Annabeth said, seemingly amused. 

“Yeah, we actually wanted to get your opinion,” Percy continued. “Would you say you agree or disagree, that you know, Luke is nicer now that he’s with Y/N?”

Annabeth seemed to think it over for a second. “Gods, you guys are such children,” she scoffed. 

“Thank you!” Luke cut in.

“I mean, all of you,” she looked at Luke pointedly. “Why do you care what a bunch of kids think about you anyway? And not that it matters, but you, Castellan, are most definitely whipped for Y/N.” 

That shut Luke up immediately, and caused cheers to erupt from Chris and Percy, who were clapping each other on their backs as if they had just won Capture the Flag. 

Annabeth smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say “Sorry, Luke. It’s true.” 

Later that night, Luke snuck over to the Aphrodite Cabin to find you. You were surprised when Luke woke you up, it had been a while since he came seeking your comfort in the middle of the night. He used to have bad nightmares, but you noticed he had gotten better since you started dating. You’d like to think it was because of you, but perhaps that would be thinking too highly of yourself.  

In an effort to clear his mind, you suggested to go on a walk together. He agreed, and you climbed out of bed as quietly as you could.

You allowed him a few minutes of silence until his heavy breathing had slowed down and his grip on your hand had loosened. 

“What’s on your mind, hon?” you asked softly. 

Luke didn’t respond at first, distracting himself by tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. You were happy to give him as much time as he needed, placing your other hand on his back and gently drawing circles.

After a while, he did speak up. “Uhm, do you think that I’m, like, unapproachable?” 

Your heart sank and you stopped in your tracks. “What makes you say that?” 

“I don’t know, it’s just something that’s been on my mind recently.” 

“Luke, is this about what I said to you the other day? Because I didn’t mean it like that—” 

“No, baby,” he rushed. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you had done something wrong. He wasn’t sure that you could ever do wrong, not in his eyes. “I was just talking to Percy and Chris at lunch today and they were kind of teasing me.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your boyfriend, Mr. Tough Guy, being teased by a few kids younger than him. “I’m sorry, babe. Continue,” you placed a supportive hand on his chest as you regained your composure. 

“They said that I’ve changed since we started dating.” 

Though you were an expert in human emotion, there were still times you couldn’t read the expression on Luke’s face. You couldn’t tell if he thought of this as a bad thing, or if he was just curious to see what you thought. You decided on the latter. “Changed how so?” 

“They think I’m soft now because I’m always in a good mood and stuff…” he trailed off. Even now, in the dark of the night, you could tell he was blushing.

“Well,” you started, trying to find the right words. “You know, I was just teasing you the other day, babe. I think you’ve always been this way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I think you’ve always been a giant teddy bear,” you grinned, unable to contain yourself. “Luke, you’re not as bad as everyone thinks you are.” 

By now, both of you had stopped walking. Ever since Luke arrived at camp, he had been characterized as the tough, stony, and slightly antagonistic guy. All because of a scar he carried and the stories of what he had gone through with Annabeth and Thalia. Many people were still intimidated by him, despite his position as the counselor in Hermes and his job to welcome newcomers. It had been so long, he wasn’t sure if this was the way he was, or the way that he was made to be. 

As if reading his thoughts, you said, “You don’t have to be what they tell you to be. Do you know the words I use to describe you when someone asks me about you?” 

Unable to speak, Luke simply shook his head. 

“Gentle, kind, and lovely.” 

Luke wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but certainly nothing close to the words you had chosen. “You do not,” he objected. 

“I'm serious, baby,” you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in until your foreheads were touching. “I think you’re the most wonderful and caring guy I’ve ever met. I think you always have been, you just don’t always show it.”

He stared at you intently before pulling a loose strand of hair out of your face. You kissed the top of his head, “I must be one lucky girl.” 

“Hey, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I’m the lucky one,” he said, before pulling you in for a kiss. 

[suntoru]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?!

✧˚ · . alt title: getting jealous of a little kid trying to steal ur man!!

cw: gn! reader, pure fluff, crackfic, maybe swearing, not proofread, idk what else please cut me some slack for wriothesley and nuevillettes part i haven’t gotten that far in genshin

─ ✰ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 notices your little pout and glares to the small child. the little girl’s clutching onto his hand tight, sending him adoring gazes as she nuzzles into him softly, smirking deviously at you when she thinks your boyfriend isn’t paying attention. he’s a little confused at first, but manages to connect the dots. ah. so that’s what it is. his lips curve into a small smile as he notices your jealousy, thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. he places the now scowling child into adeline’s care for a bit, before making his way to you with a sheepish smile.

“dearest… are you in need of some attention? my apologies, it seems i have neglected you for a bit too long. how about a walk together… just you and i?”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 is a girl dad, you can’t convince me otherwise. the little girl is giggling in his arms, squishing his cheeks as they play princesses and knights. for some reason, the girl is set out for you, side eyeing you every time you try to get close to kaeya. so with a sigh, you sit and watch them play with a small huff. after a while, kaeya hands the five year old some mora, telling her to go buy a snack from a nearby cart and that they’ll play again later. she excitedly runs off as he saunters over to you with his signature smirk. he scoops you up into his arms, holding you flush against his chest. “you’ve got some real competition, hm?” he lets out a charming laugh as he teases you lightheartedly.

“don’t worry my love, you still own my heart… for now.”

�� ✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 loves playing with little kids. they remind him of teucer and his other younger siblings, forgetting about his harbinger duties for a moment as he plays hide and seek with the little girl. she shyly hands him a flower she picked herself, blushing slightly. he feels his heart melt, feeling a sense of protectiveness was over him as she clutches his leg tight. he’s unaware of your pout until the child reluctantly has to go back home for supper, his concentration snapping back to you. he grins at your frowny expression, tugging you into his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“aww, y/n, are ya jealous? ahaha, so you are! …stop pouting, i’ll make sure to give you some extra attention tonight~”

─ ✰ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 does not like the little kid either. sorry, what were you expecting? he doesn’t like any kids at all, unless it’s your kid. reluctantly, he entertains the child for a bit, attempting to hide his annoyed expression as the little girl tugs at his hat, giggling loudly. he also finds himself glaring coldly at the five year old every time she sticks her tongue out at you, climbing into his lap as she refuses to look at you. at this point, he just wants to go back to you, but the little girl cries every time he attempts to stand up. he almost smiles when the child’s mother finally finds the little girl, speed walking over to you as he allows you to cling onto him softly, frown instantly melting away.

“hmph. what an annoying brat. …our kid would be much cuter.”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 smiles at the small child as she draws a picture of her and kazuha holding hands. he allows her to play with her hair, acting as a father figure to this sweet little girl. it’s almost like a perfect family… except this demon child hates you. she steals all of kazuha’s attention, and whenever you try to initiate affection, she drags him away possessively. …you never thought you’d have a five year old compete with you over your boyfriend. if not for kazuha’s patience, you might have lost it. he pulls you into a corner with a knowing smile, peppering your face with kisses as he chuckles softly.

“dove, there’s no reason to pout… you’ll always be my muse, alright? so stop frowning… a smile suits you much better.”

─ ✰ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 frowns slightly seeing the girl cling onto his arm. …where are her parents? should he leave? …no, that would possibly put the child in danger… but at the same time, it’s taking away his time with you. he allows the little girl to stay, observing curiously as the little girl blushes ever so slightly while playing with his hair. …strange. this small creature acts so much like you, yet seems to hate your guts… he turns to you, surprised to see you grouchy. standing up, ignoring the girl’s protests, he tilts your head up with his hand, gorgeous amber eyes boring into yours.

“…have i done something to make you upset? tell me, so i can fix it.”

─ ✰ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 knows. this little bitch knows what he’s doing… it’s been a peaceful few weeks, why not stir it up a little? he holds her teensy tiny hand in his, feeding her delulu in further, and spends what was supposed to be your date with him into a play date with the little gremlin. it’s seven when the girl falls asleep, finally paying attention to you. he smiles mischievously at your grouchy pout, pulling you in closer as a soft melody starts playing, spilling you around as you waltz around the room.

“…ah? so you knew i was teasing you? …i have to make it up to you now? very well. how about a nice massage and some cuddles tonight?”

─ ✰ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 stares at the child. …why is it so attached to him? kaveh and you were right there, with open arms, beaming at the little girl… and now sobbing as the child ignores you… not knowing what to do, he continues reading his book… but it’s not long before she tugs his sleeve, asking for him to read her a book. he obliges, reading to her in the most monotonous voice, it would be more surprising if the little five year old didn’t fall asleep. looking up, he sees you scowling at the little girl, and he feels his heart warm the slightest bit.

“…what i read her? the extensive analysis of the color brown: the non-illustrated edition. simply fascinating.”

─ ✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 cooes as the little girl bats her eyelashes, beaming so innocently, his entire heart melts. this little girl is his now, sorry parents!! you snooze, you lose. when you whisper to him how you think she hates you, he audibly gasps. this sweet little angel? no way!! he shows her all around his office, the secret projects he hasn’t even shown you yet!! they have a field day with that. when the sun sets, he reluctantly gives her back to her very grateful parents. his eyes sparkle at your pout, squeezing you tightly.

“oh, you wish to know what the classified architecture is too? …it’s… our future home. for me and you.”

─ ✰ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 visibly softens at the little girl tugging his shirt. unbeknownst to most who believe he is as stoic as he is in the court, he seems to be very soft and gentle. he allows her to clumsily braid his silky strands, keeping the hairstyle on for the day, ignoring the confused stares he gets from fellow passerby. however, when you try to give him a peck, she pushes you with a glare, clinging onto his sleeve! your mouth visibly drops, and you don’t know whether to laugh or be mad. neuvillette is equally as shocked, scolding her lightly.

“beloved, are you all right? …no? shall i kiss it better?”

─ ✰ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 expected the five year old to go running into your arms, screaming and crying. after all, he certainly looks like a scary man, having quite a tall stature, covered in scars as well. but no, she innocently beams at him cutely asking to play tea party. so that’s the sight you walked into, a small child, wriothesley, and a handful of barbies surrounding the round table, all having teacups. the girl glares at you, telling you you can’t join, as your smile drops. this little roach… who does she think she is? before you can say anything, he pulls you to the side, whispering quietly.

“babe, we’ll have our own tea party date later… yes, yes, i promise.”

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[ningvory]

♡ birthday sex ┊ jang wonyoung

parings — girlfriend!wonyoung x girlfriend!femreader

synopsis — your girlfriend always gives you the best birthdays but this year she’s gonna make this birthday unforgettable.

warnings — birthday sex, friends to lovers, size kink, fingering, pleasure dom wony, wony's a fashion designer, praise kink, tribbing, making out, overstimulation, slight voice kink, lil bit of eye contact, readers shorter than wony, if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes ignore it pls😭

a/n — made this for my amazing pookie @hearts-4-vicky !! happy birthday pretty girl, hope you had an amazing day, i love youuu!! <33

w/c — 1.2k (1,248)

wonyoung always loved spoiling you on your birthday! even when the two of you were just friends, she’s always made an effort to make each and every birthday completely different from the previous one. beside’s her birthday, your birthday is your favorite day but not because it’s the day that you turn a new age—it was your favorite because she always made your day so special.

so of course your birthday this year was just as special as the previous one. you’re wearing the red silk dress that wonyoung designed herself, you're basically her pretty little muse because she loves to create new outfits for you, she makes them perfectly designed just for you.

“wony, you didn’t have to do this all for me, isn’t this expensive?” you question, looking up at your girlfriend. you were leaving the empty fancy restaurant that she rented out.

“how many times to i have to tell you baby? i want to do this this, so let me spoil you.” she smiles at you before kissing your forehead.

“every time i think you just can’t get anymore gorgeous but, you always prove me wrong.” she adds on which has you involuntarily blushing.

“i should be the one saying that.” you mutter out. but it was true, you always cherish the times you have with her. you wish you could be able to give her everything she’s given you but she always says, ‘your love is all i need, baby’ and that’s exactly what you give her.

you two eventually get to wonyoung’s red mercedes benz, her arm wrapped around your waist as she opens the passengers door, letting you get it before closing it.

“nights not over yet, got one last surprise for you.” she said after she opened her car door, winking at you with a smile.

it left you excited but nervous, you didn’t know what to expect at your apartment. you didn’t even know what she did because you've been at her apartment for 2 days.

—

when you arrived at your apartment you were in complete shock, the house was decorated in red flowers and balloons. a cake that said ‘happy birthday’ was on the dinner table with a bouquet of flowers.

“omg, wony~ literally you’re the best girlfriend ever.” you squeal, giving her the tightest hug and littering her face with kisses.

“that’s what you are to me.” she rests her hand on your waist, bringing you close to her before pulling you in for a kiss.

your hands were resting on her soft cheeks, eyes closed and moving your lips with hers. tongues fighting for dominance until you lost, her tongue began exploring your mouth making you let out soft whines until she pulled away, letting you inhale some air.

she bites her lip before checking you out, “you don’t know how hard it was for me to not pull you into the bathroom and just ruin you.” she smirks, she really outdid herself with the dress. it brought out every detail and curve of your body and she’s been gawking at you ever since your put it on.

“let’s carry this to the bedroom, yeah?” she says, taking off your heels and dragging you to your room.

she pushes you to the bed, lips puffy from your last make-out sesh with her and hair sprayed all over your bed. the bedroom lighting made you look ethereal, she couldn’t wait to ruin you.

she undresses herself, leaving herself in nothing but her bra and panties before crawling on top of you. she starts to kiss you passionately once again, slowly unzipping your dress. she starts sucking on your neck as she removes the dress from your body.

“fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. wearing my favorite lingerie.” her tone is low and sultry, groping your tits with one hand and the other slowly rubbing your clothed cunt, she’s got you letting out soft moans from just a little groping and teasing already.

“wony~ don’t be a tease please,” you whine out, your panties were already soaked from her voice and her teasing.

she starts to slowly take off your panties, lowly chuckling at your juices that created thick strings that connects your panties to your cunt. she didn’t waste another second after taking your panties off, she was knuckles deep into your cunt with one hand and the other rubbing your clit softly, making you grip onto the bed sheets and release the cutest moans and whimpers she’s ever heard.

“so pretty f’me, wish you could see how pretty you are. taking my fingers so well.” she says, making you clench around her long fingers that were pumping into your wet cunny.

she fucks you slowly, making sure you feel her long fingers inside you while she takes in your pretty face making adorable expressions and pretty noises from the pleasure. it had her own panties soaked.

“look at me while i fuck you, baby or i’ll stop.” she speaks out, making you force your eyes open and stare right in her eyes with such a lewd expression she couldn't help but coo at.

she thinks it’s adorable how you try your best to keep your eyes open. her fingers were pumping into your gushing cunt and her thumb rubbing your clit quicker than before. the feeling in your tummy was at its climax and about to snap at any moment.

when it finally snapped, your eyes couldn’t help but roll back and your back arched, letting out the whiniest moan you let out the whole night as her finger became drenched in your cum.

she pulls her cum-drenched fingers out and sticks them in her mouth, moaning at your taste and pulling them out of her mouth.

“you taste as good as always, baby.” she teases before taking her soaked panties off.

you were rapidly breathing, that was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. trying to catch your breathe before you felt her raise your leg up and slide her longer leg on top of yours.

“w-wony! w-wait..!!” you desperately tell her but it was too late for that. she was grinding her wet cunt on yours, getting your cum smeared all over hers.

“too much!” you try and push her off but to no avail, she’s got you pinned down your shoulders to the bed, pressing all her weight onto you and rendering you unable to move.

“you can give me another one right, baby? don’t you want me to cum too?” she asks which has you nodding your head, letting her use your abused cunt.

drool and your high pitched moans were spilling out your mouth, back arching from the sensation of her cunt rubbing on yours. her back was arched and moans were falling out her mouth, grinding her cunt even quicker on yours, desperately chasing the high that she craves.

“wony—baby! m’gonna—ah!” you try and warn her but a whine cuts your words off and your squirting all over her cunt, your thighs, and the bed sheets.

that seems to take wony over the edge because she’s cumming all over you with a whine. it’s such a mess, both your juices are smeared all over both of your cunts.

she pulls away from your cunt, laying on the bed and pulling you to lay on top of her chest. your eyes were dazed and looking up at her, making her giggle and kiss your forehead.

“happy birthday, my love.”

[stardancerluv]

What the Emperor Wants

Part Twelve

Summary: Interesting moments for Geta and the girl who is his.

Notes/Warnings: dated notions of religion, dated notions in relation to “god/s”, dated notions of talking in one’s sleep, a touch of angst, fluff. Took some liberties with history with the idea of a concubine, marriage. Enjoyed using some of inspiration of the myth of Eros and Psyche.

nutrix: An ancient Roman word for “wet nurse,” nanny. The ring is based on rings around that time. gallus: chicken

❤️s, feedback, comments, reblogs are always welcome! Ty for reading! Want to be tagged? Let me know!

The breeze was gentle as it blew through your hair as the horse you were on kept a good pace with Geta’s. The rain from the previous night was long forgotten along with the cloud of discontent that had fallen over Geta.

You were able to forget how the guard you had slapped the night gave you a lingering look when you had climbed up the animal.

“I am enjoying this.”

He looked over at you.

“Are you enjoying more than the last time you astride such a beast?”

“Yes. Grateful for the easiness of the stride. And I feel blessed to see all that Goddess Diana has bestowed on this land. It is beautiful.” You smiled.

“Yes, she has very giving. I feel the same. I am glad to be away from the dust of the city.”

Glancing over at Geta, you saw him look off into the distance. He looked truly at peace.

“It is also pleasing to not have to deal with senate and their infighting at times. Or worse, the ones to preen or grovel for my attentions.”

He chuckled, it was a rich and carefree sound. One you were still not completely accustomed to hearing. His face was soft with the good mood that has filled him.

“Caracalla can handle their attentions.”

You nodded, yet inwardly that worried you. His violent streaks scared you just as much as the more playful ones he shared with Dondas, while serving him, Geta & the general.

“Talk more to me blossom. I want to hear your lovely use of words.”

“The airs are sweet and fragrant as it swirls around us. Quintus, is pleased and proud to have you atop him. His gallop is strong and robust.”

A great warmth came over you as you spoke to him. You were reminded of the sweetness that had encircled the two of you, the mere night before.

“He’s a good horse. I’ve had him since he was a pony.”

Watching him, following his lead and it was not long till the horses slowing their pace.

You spotted a some of the guards, a flutter of unease fluttered in you. You knew they kept Geta safe; you don’t know how you felt about them. Well, perhaps it was just that one guard who made you nervous. You hoped he had not told the others slap.

The girls you would serve along side with, all talked. Some were not nice when you had arrived. They made sure you knew your place. If that be had not taken ill you would have never served in the arena.

Slaves appeared from the shrubbery and trees; they came forward and slowed the horses to a stop. They eagerly helped him down.

“Help her.”

Soon, they came over to you and wordlessly helped you down. None of them looked at you. He came over to you.

“We will sit over here and eat.”

You nodded and when you reached a rolled out carpet that had some platters of food. More than what your family would have had for weeks.

*******

He looked you over, the clothes hung wonderfully on you. You looked like a proper lady. It was giving him musings, perhaps once again Aphrodite was giving him a blessing.

A bird let out a call as he glided through the sky. He watched as you glanced up, your slips curling into a smile. Your eyes twinkled.

“Blossom?”

“Yes Geta?”

When you looked at him, his words ceased.

“Being here, reminds me of being a little girl.”

“Tell me about it.”

“With the soft green grass or firm brown dirt under my feet, I would run around. I’d love gathering flowers for shrines.”

The slice of pear you bit into was crisp. Watching the pleasure filled paused it gave you, drove him sink his own teeth into a slice.

You patted your lips before you continued.

“Since, I’ve always been small I would be the one check on eggs that would come from the gallus.”

He smiled. “So from checking on the state of a few gallus and their eggs, to pleasing me.”

You nodded, and a soft laugh came from you.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. The warmth, the feelings he had towards you were growing.

“At times, I would sing to them. They liked that.” You looked at him under your lashes. “That would please them too.”

“I do suppose I have picked someone special when I saw you.”

“Oh Geta.”

You splayed a hand across your face. It did not hide the dusting of rose that came to your cheeks.

“I wish to see you.”

Reaching over, he gently pulled your hand from your face. He caressed your cheek. The rose color deepened. These reactions he caused in you made him very happy.

A shadow fell over the two of you. Squinting, annoyed he looked up, moments later the smell of the man assaulted his nose. It was a member of his guards not cloud. His annoyance grew further.

“Sire. She didn’t slap you did she?”

He watched as the man swallowed.

“Do I need to handle her?”

“No, please leave my presence. You have blocked the sol.”

“Yes, sire. My apologies.”

With a clinking of armor he turned and left.

Once again the sol was bright once again shining down at the two of you. His annoyance began to evaporate, he glanced at you. All the color was gone. You were as pale as the clothes you wore.

“What is plaguing you?”

You blinked. “Geta?”

“You are the color of this.” He ran a finger along the material of one of your sleeve.

Something flickered in your eyes. He watched as you glanced around before you settled and met his eyes. You took a breath.

“Last night after returning to my room he gave me a look I didn’t appreciate. I asked him about it. He remarked that he was looking at the Emperor’s concubine so I slapped.”

You drew back.

He could not suppress the chuckle that rose up in him.

You were feisty. He would be deceiving himself, if he didn’t admit he found it refreshing.

“Geta?”

“You slapped one of my Praetorian Guards?”

“I did.” Your voice was low.

But how should he handle it with you, he wondered.

“I had said moments before I didn’t want anyone to catch sight of you;” He shrugged. “Tell me was it for the look or that he called you my concubine?”

“Both.”

“Interesting.” He stood, he spotted Gallus. “Come here.”

Gallus, came to attention and nodding he came over.

“Yes, sire?”

“Take a few of the men with you that you trust and bring that man here. Things may become rough.”

He made a fist and clapped his chest. “As you will it sire.”

He glanced down at you. “Stand.”

*********

Inwardly you felt yourself tremble. You couldn’t have lied to him it. But now you didn’t know what to do. Running away wasn’t an option.

Once you were standing you held your hands behind your back. While you watched Gallus gather some of the men, you wrung your hands.

“Geta.” You whispered.

“It can wait.”

You nodded. Yet, the slice words his sharp tone felt like a slap.

As your fingers found the bracelet the memory of him, the moment and other small moments did little to ease you.

You swallowed when they returned.

“Your sire called for my presence?”

“Yes.”

Glancing at Geta as he spoke, you noticed that his earth colored eyes had grown dark.

“I was informed that you called her my concubine.”

“I did.”

“Did someone tell you this or was this something you believed was the truth ?”

“Yes, sire I believed it to be the truth.”

Geta came over to you. “Give me your hand where the gift lays.”

You did as you were told.

He took your hand and showed your unmarred wrist. He let it go, then he moved swiftly behind easily you felt him behind.

“Don’t struggle.” He whispered close to ear. “Let us look at her.” He said in a much louder voice.

With a quick nimbleness he pealed a portion of your dress away from you.

“See there is no mark. I have made no formal announcement.”

He came out from behind you.

“I do not approve of your interaction with her. She belongs to me and as such, you are to be sent back to the city effective immediately. There you will accompany the last legion that is joining General Acacius in the fight for Numida.”

Your heart thudded; your feelings for Geta strengthened. You wished there were words you could express.

*******

His body felt like it did when the gods spoke through him to deliver justice in the arena. He knew they must be pleased with what he chose to do for you.

He felt different, he felt powerful.

*********

The sol was warm as its rays danced on your closed eyes. Stirring from sleep, you there was deep, even breathing. You smiled. Glancing in its direction, your vision was filled with Geta. Lying on his back, his chest which resembled great, magnificent statues not only those crafted in his image but those of the gods in the heavens.

It was not till you shifted, to rest your cheek in your hand that your fingers were close to his as they rested on his stomach.

“Was I talking?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“Oh? No it was Apollo’s sol that awoke me.”

“Good. Hoping those days don’t return.”

His eyes opened a sliver, as they caught yours.

“Caracalla, after having his moments of turmoil, he’ll sleep and murmur nothings.”

He exhaled, before continuing.

“My nutrix, said I was already talking to the gods.”

“I believe it. They followed, guided you the son of the emperor.”

A soft smile crossed his face.

“That is true. They made gave their aid, where they saw fit. Some difficulties were whispered of. So I knew they were there.”

He gently scratched his stomach, before he moved and to lay on his side as you were doing.

“At a young age, my toy figures and horses were already my subjects."

He reached, his fingertips grazed your brow as brushed an errant strand that fell into your face away.

“Your son, your future will know that as well.”

“He will.”

You watched as something came over his face. Quickly, he pulled back and left the bed.

“Geta? Did I…”

He returned before you could finish the question you had come to your lips.

He took your hand that had come to lay loosely on your side. His lips pressed against one of your knuckles. Almost the same moment, it felt as if butterflies had let loose within you.

“Eros took Psyche in his love, I have taken you. He took her away from the dreariness of existence and I did the same. I wish for you to be my wife. Will you be mine but now as a wife?”

“Geta.” You trembled as you breathed his name.

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[itstheghostofmypast]

13.00

Non-Idol Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: So maybe 'colour with numbers' was a serious activity after all.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6 k

Est.Read Time: 15 min

Rating: SFW

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"Um...in my defense um...at least she can colour well! Look, it's inside the lines." Scratching his eyebrow he smiled nervously at the paper in hand, who knew his daughter's teacher would call him in from work for this, the poor taekwon-do sabom had to leave his students in the hand of his newest trainee- let's just say he didn't trust the kids with Wooyoung, especially since they spent the last time he had left them alone, playing Uno for two hours straight.

"Mr.Choi, I understand you're a busy man, and running a dojang is difficult, however, I specifically remember telling you that your daughter still needs to work on her 'colour with numbers' skills." She sighed, rubbing her temples, this was an ongoing issue and she was yet to understand why the father of this cute little girl would not understand the gravity of learning colours and numbers.

"I- I know, Miss, but I- I tried, I even took Saturdays off from work to teach her, but she just doesn't listen, and she's very convincing when she has a certain point of view, I think she gets it from her mother." He chuckled, trying to use all tactics he'd learned in damage control, it is not like he didn't try, he did, but when he tried to explain to his little girl how the world works - the world of colouring with numbers- she had simply refused. She had looked up at her father with a similar pout, one that he knew resembled him, as mentioned by his wife ever since she was born, her hair tied up in a ponytail with a purple ribbon, little heart-shaped clips decorating the rest of her hair, matching her clip on heart earrings- her mother really did treat her like a doll sometimes- as she pointed at the flower and let out an "Appa, I like this colour more." And that's exactly how and why he let her colour the flower blue, the leaves yellow, the sky purple and the sun green. His little princess liked it that way and who was he to say no?

"Really now." The woman crossed her arms, leaning back against her chair as she eyed the bigger man, from the way his eyes turned into feline-like slits when he gave her that dimpled smile, his uniform jacket making him look bigger or perhaps he had grown bigger, and that- "What happened to your thumb?"

"Oh...I scratched it," he mused, eying the clock on the wall, 12.56 PM, thank god this was over, he probably couldn't take any more of this interrogation, honestly who was he to tell a child what to do and what no- when it came to colouring that is, otherwise Choi San wasn't the most lenient father, even with his daughter, he was soft, there was no doubt about that, but there was a set routine she was to follow, a balanced life is a healthy life. He wasn't swayed the slightest when she'd ask for dessert after bedtime, or when she'd ask to stay up late- his little girl deserved the best, so she'd get that cookie she asked for in the morning, but there was no comprise on her sleep schedule and he was glad his wife agreed with him most of the time, unlike when it came to colouring.

"Mr.Choi," she called out, snapping him back to reality as he cleared his throat, nodding at her, though his eyes averted from the table to her face, admiring the serious look she had adorned, one that the children loved, there was something about her that radiated 'authoritative figure' energy, no wonder it was difficult for her to daughter to not call her umma in class sometimes, but then again most of the children did, which is why she let it slide. Though her authority came with a sense of femininity, of maternity and empathy, where she'd know when to use the carrot and when to use the stick- his eyes flickered back to the clock, 12.58 PM before back at her eyes when she continued, "You need to understand, she'll fall behind in class and saying 'I like blue flowers and a purple sky' isn't an excuse, Hana is smart, mature too but she can't win her way out of it just because she gives her point of view."

His shoulders slumped in defeat, perhaps to her teacher, Hana was just another student, one that had the potential to excel and she would do her best to mould and shape that raw potential into the star her parents wanted her to be.

"I understand, Miss." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he sat and stared at the papers on the table again, "I'll... talk to her about it, she can read though and can count to two hundred, my wife and I make sure to use interactive learning tactics with her, the whole relate and remember strategies." At this point he looked more guilty than a cat caught in the rain, head dipped in shame- did he forget he's the parent and not the student who is being talked about?

Shaking her head in disbelief she leaned forward to collect the papers, neatly stacking them together and placing them beside her purse, "I understand Mr.Choi, and not once do I doubt your efforts. Choi Hana is the brightest in the class, so I'd prefer if we keep it this way, I'm sure your wife would agree, even if it means telling your little girl she can't always have her way." She smiled at him gesturing towards the door, "Thank you for dropping by on such short notice today, knowing a parent is concerned about their child's progress, especially when both parents work, brings me great joy. I'm sure your wife is proud of you, especially since you came to the Parent Teacher Meeting, even if a bit late, it's nice to see a man supporting his career-oriented wife."

As soon as her monologue ended he stood up straight he gave her a respectable, grateful 90-degree bow, mumbling a thank you as he quickly made his way out of the classroom, closing the door as he leaned against the door, letting out a sigh. God, that woman was horrifying, it was like he was back in school again, no wonder he was horrified of going to school as a child, it's not like the woman was bad or evil, but why the hell did he feel like he was being punished, truly a nightmare.

He'd have to talk to Hana about this, he thought to himself, moving away and rolling his shoulders, trying to ease the pain, was this...old age- no, no, San it isn't, it was just the words of this teacher that made you realise the burden you carry, a responsibility you love, the responsibility of your wife and child. Taking his phone out of his pocket he glanced at the time, 13.00, finally, it was over, to think a parent-teacher conference could be this long and excruciating.

"Ready to go home?"

He turned to glance at the woman coming out from the class, closing the door behind her as she gave him a gentle smile, one that deceived his poor heart all those years ago, making him think he had fallen for an angel, who knew he was falling for -

"How was the PTM?" She asked again, wrapping her arms around his arm, shaking him slightly to bring him back to her, looking up at him with an all too familiar look, Hana, she'd look up at him like that when she knew she was winning.

"Great, babe." Smiling down at her he began walking towards the exit, "The teacher though was horrifying, she gets all worked up when she wears that blue cardigan, it was like I was her student and she was scolding me." He exasperated, opening the glass door for her, walking out to stop at the platform when she pulled away, hands on her hips as she frowned up at him- oh boy.

"Choi San, I specified what her weak areas were, she'll become stubborn if you keep this up- did you just call me horrifying!? And what's wrong with my cardigan!? Yah. Stop walking away." She called out, running down the stairs to catch up to him, watching him walk down the stairs, "Choi San!" Finally grabbing his hand when he reached the bottom of the stairs to wait for her, raising his eyebrows when she huffed out a breath, "Man, this used to be easier-"

"Old age, love?" He teased only to be smacked on the shoulder, whining in response, though he got a scoff in return, "Oh please, if that hurt you, then you should shut down the dojang."

"Nope, I can never win in this house," he mumbled shaking his head in defeat, though he tenderly laced his fingers with hers as the two continued to walk towards the gate of the primary school.

"Why were you so late?"

"I had a feeling the teacher would scold me, so I wanted to make sure no one else was there." He glanced down at her, smiling when she chuckled, "You deserved it."

"I know, I know, Saturdays are my tutoring days- I won't let my wife and my daughter down." He huffed puffing his chest with pride as he smiled at the sight of his little girl standing next to Wooyoung, waving at him- he probably let the kids go home early, that would've upset San, but seeing his two favourite girls could fix any ruined day in a matter of seconds.

Smiling up at him she squeezed his hand lovingly, taking in the way he gazed at their daughter with all the love and admiration in the world one could muster, "Like I said, I'm proud of you, both of you, and always will be."

"Yeah, that's why you're our favourite teacher, Mrs Choi."

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[tatumrileyslover]

My Little Bluebell

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Lucy Gray Baird Headcannons ˚୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairings: Lucy Gray Baird x GN!Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: all fluffy, adorable Lucy Gray, my one true love, I’d seriously marry this girl, mini scenario at the end :)

a/n: I’m actually so obsessed with Lucy Gray Baird, I think it’s a trend, little me was in love with Katniss, big me is in love with Lucy Gray… some things never change.

ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵗᵇᵒˢᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵍˡᶦˢᵗ

ㅤ ೀ she’s literally the sweetest girl ever. you’re sick, she’ll show up at your house with a cup of hot soup that Barb Azure made that afternoon and a fresh hand-picked bouquet of flowers

ㅤ ೀ calls you “my little bluebell” since you remind her of spring. She said Maude Ivory would always spout stories of soulmates whenever she saw a patch of bluebells growing in the forest

ㅤ ೀ since your good at sewing, you’d help patch up any holes in any Covey members outfits. embroidering new designs into sleeves of shirts and dress hems to make them more colourful

ㅤ ೀ Lucy Gray is always showing off your designs, you had embroidered a few flowers onto her dress for a performance at the Hob. The covey had finished their performance on stage, they began giving their thanks and as you glanced at her she was giving your her signature smile. She quickly dipped her mouth back down to the mic, “and I’d like to give a special thanks to my little bluebell, who made my dress all nice and pretty just for tonight,”

ㅤ ೀ she loves making you blush, which is why she loves showing you off whenever she can, gal loves showering you in compliments

ㅤ ೀ her love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch, she is always holding your hand, like she barely ever let’s go, she’s clingy af

ㅤ ೀ you’re alway the first to hear her new songs, she respects your opinion more than anything

ㅤ ೀ she definitely uses your dates as inspiration for her songs

ㅤ ೀ she definitely uses you as her muse, you’ve definitely been down at the hob listening to the Covey performing a new song and just sat there like “wait why does this sound so familiar”

ㅤ ೀ you’d help her learn to swim (in my hc she’s a bad swimmer) she hang off your back, arms around your neck and legs wrapped across your torso to stop herself from drowning

“Now don’t you dare let me go, bluebell,” Lucy Gray stood waist deep in water. Her hands clasped tightly onto your own. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at your girlfriends hesitation.

“Lucy Gray, you’ll be fine, I’ve got you. Darling, I’ve been swimming since before I could walk.” Lucy Gray raised her eyebrows at the statement, hesitant to step away from the floor beneath her feet.

Clenching her jaw, before rolling her eyes, “you’re too charming,” she breathed out stepping closer to the edge. Instead of slowly lowering herself down softly, she plopped of the edge, submerging herself in the water.

“Lucy!” Quickly pulling her out of the water, you felt her hands wrap around your neck, legs hooking around your waist, fully supporting herself . She gasped as she came out of the water, before bursting into laughter at the look on your face. Her fingers found their way into your wet hair, wrapping her finger around it, gazing softly into your eyes.

Her free hand caressed your cheek, slowly pulling you towards her lips. Her body pressed flush against your own, the laughter that had filled the air now replaced with the soft sounds of the water around you.

Time seemed to slow as your lips met in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Lucy Gray's touch was tender yet filled with a spark, and the world around you faded away. The water's embrace, the surrounding nature, and the warmth shared between you two created a perfect moment suspended in time.

As you pulled back, Lucy Gray's eyes sparkled with affection, and a content smile graced her lips.

“Now, remember this bluebell, if I sink, you're sinking right alongside me.”

[call-sign-shark]

Day 3: Engraved in the Flesh || Finn Shelby x Reader

Requested by a lovely anon 🖤

TW: Kinktober prompt- marked, canonical violence, violent sexual practice, spanking, marking kink, non-protected sex, allusion to anal

Words: 630.

Notes: This work is a part of the Peaky Kinktober Event you can find here. Comment on the event post if you want to be tagged in the future works for Kinktober. The length of each prompt is random, but it’s never less than 600 words.

The family never suspected something to be wrong with the youngest of the tribe. After all, he had been lucky enough not to know the ugly truth of war nor the physical and emotional torment of hunger or poverty. If anything, Finn had grown up under Polly’s loving wing. Even if he was accustomed with gangs violence, he never truly took part of it before his brothers deemed him old enough. Arthur, Tommy and John worked hard so that he would never had to take a bullet like they did. They wanted him to be a general, not a disposable and vulnerable soldier. When he started to hang out with the pastor’s daughter, his Aunt was delighted. All of Birmingham knew how kind and quiet Y/N was. Holy Saint among the sinners, the young woman often wandered in the gritty streets of Small Heath with a basket filled with food she usually distributed to the poorest souls. Y/N left a bright sunshine in her wake, all the darkness of the place caught in her long coal black hair. Rumors said that when she smiled, even the most wicked men couldn’t lay a finger on her, all blissed out by her beauty and her divine aura of peacefulness. The bruises on her delicate skin? She was just incredibly clumsy. That was what her father always told her! And when she wasn’t bumping or tripping, the heavy basket she carried marked the flesh of her forearms.

But when the night came and the devils danced under the pale moonlight, she disappeared through her window and ran away from home, swallowed by the dull forest nearby. Y/N hid in an old vargo that belonged to the Shelby family, guided by the weak string lights hanging at the door, and she impatiently waited for Finn Shelby to appear in the doorway with a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a red rose in the other. Then their sordid and obscene ritual started, always following the same order: He slipped the flower in her hair, its crimson and velvety petals enhancing her beauty and suiting the color of the lipstick she had stolen from her mother. Then, they made the temperature rise, hands roaming on flesh clothes flying across the vardo. Only when the bottle of whisky was empty and their arousal reaching its limits, he assaulted her tight cunt with violent and rapid thrusts. A glistening and fragile pussy that only knew his cock. No one else’s. The way her warmth and wetness wrapped him sent his soul to heaven, making his lashes flutter. He was supposed to be a nice boy. She was supposed to be a holy and virginal girl.

So why? Why were they fucking like animals each night in the woods, filling the air with moans, flesh snapping sound and sweat? Why did he bend her over and spank her with his suit’s belt — and why did she enjoy it, her love juice trailing down her thighs more and more at each new beating? Finn grunted in her mouth when he came, painting her walls white and keeping her full til the morning. That was how Y/N liked him: engraved in her flesh, and dripping from her sore holes.

“Tsss, be more careful Y/N. You’re black and blue.” Her father scolded her, eyes rolling with annoyance at his daughter’s carelessness that revealed itself through her purplish bruises on her legs, thighs and neck. Little he knew that all her skin had been painted blue, immaculate flesh turned into a masterpiece by the brush of a mad artist. Y/N was both the canva and the muse, letting Finn Shelby turned her into what their love had always been: nothing gentle but the embodiment of Sin.

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[velarisnightsky444]

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Kinktober Day 13: Cuckolding with Elucien

CW: Dom Elain, oral(f receiving), fingering, masturbation, face sitting.

AN: I want to start associating different eras with the different courts I'm writing about(I have a guide to what eras match what courts on my masterlist.) Spring Court is Victorian, so I will be making our girlies undergarments historically accurate. I think it keeps the fantasy alive. I don't love how modern ACOTAR can be.

Summary: You go home with a cute couple one night after meeting them at the bar.

Word Count: 1.2k

October Masterlist

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It was quite common that you went to the Spring Court taverns to find a male or female to go home with. Every now and then when you were lonely, and needed company. Or when you needed satisfaction that your hand couldn't provide. 

But in the years you'd been doing this, you had never gone home with a couple. A few had approached you, but you usually shut them down. You didn't think you'd enjoy being with two people at once. 

This couple had been different, though. You'd been staring at them all night, entranced by their beauty as you nursed your drink. The male with long, red hair and a scar down his face. His dark skin and fine clothes. Then there was his pretty partner, with her golden brown locks and deep, brown eyes. 

They'd caught onto your staring, the female smirking when she caught your eye. When they approached with their proposition, you had initially voiced your concerns about being with two Fae at once. 

But they had assured you that you had nothing to worry about. Because Lucien, the male, just liked to watch. Elain picked up males and females from bars, took them back to their home, and slept with them while her mate watched. 

They had brought you back to their gorgeous manor, and you were taken aback by how fine it was. Such a lovely home, with a wonderful garden in the front yard. Elain held your hand, leading you into the house. 

They took you upstairs, to a bedroom off of the hallway. You knew Elain must've done all the decorating with how lavish the room was. Pink sheets in a golden bedframe, a mural of flowers on the wall behind the bed. A pink and gold canopy. You could've laughed at the idea of a tough male like Lucien sleeping in this bed every night. 

Elain's delicate fingers nimbly undid your dress, helping you out of it. The poofy skirts pooled at your feet. The girl stepped behind you, beginning to unlace your corset. Your breath hitched as you met Lucien's eyes. He sank down into a chair that sat in the corner of the room, pulling his cock out of his trousers. 

Elain took off your corset, then dragged down your drawers, leaving you in your chemise. She began stripping out of her dress and undergarments as well, her eyes caught on yours the entire time. 

"Take it off, YN," Elain instructed. 

You nodded, lifting your chemise over your head, leaving you naked. Lucien hummed from the chair, palming his cock at the sight of you. And once Elain had stripped down, the sight of his bare mate, as well. 

You took in Elain's bare body, drinking her in. She was beautiful, with her rounded breasts, the swell of her hips, the slight pudge of her stomach. Her thighs, her soft skin, her delicate arms. She was perfect. 

"So gorgeous," Elain mused, looking you up and down. "Get on the bed, lovely flower." 

You laid down on the pink sheets, spreading your legs. Elain smirked at you, crawling onto the bed. She made her way up your body, then hovered above you, her brown hair tickling your cheeks. 

"Watch, Lucien," Elain instructed her mate. 

She leaned down, her eyes caught on yours, and kissed you deeply. You moaned against her lips, your hands intertwining with her hair. Elain deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth. 

Elain groped your right breast, squeezing just slightly enough to make you mewl beneath her. She caressed and kissed you so sweetly, her lips tasting of honey and her body smelling of flowers. 

You could hear Lucien's moans from the corner, could hear the obscene sounds as he pumped his cock in his hand, but you paid him no mind. You focused on the breathtaking girl on top of you. 

"Gonna make you feel good, YN," Elain whispered, kissing down your jawline to your neck. 

Her lips trailed down your breasts, your stomach, then down to your core. She spread your legs wide, licking a stripe up your center. You whined at the pleasure it envoked, fisting the sheets in your hands. 

She pressed a kiss to your clit, delighting in how your hips bucked. Her lips locked around the bud, sucking at it. You turned your head in pleasure, locking eyes with Lucien from the chair he sat in. 

His breaths were harsh, his eyes locked on the two of you. You smirked at him as moans his mate was drawing from you left your lips. You never thought you could be so excited by being watched like this, but it gave you a kind of arousal you had never felt before. 

Elain slid a finger inside of you as she continued licking at your clit. You whimpered, grinding against her long fingers and face. She chuckled against you at your enthusiasm, sending a wave of pleasure over you. 

She added another finger, stretching you out just slightly. The small amount of discomfort only added to your immense pleasure. Her tongue was working wonders on your clit, in a way no one else had ever worked you before. Females were always quite skilled with their mouths, but none had ever come close to Elain. 

She pumped her middle and ring fingers in and out of you, curving them just slightly to hit that perfect spot inside of you. Your moans were becoming louder, your breaths unsteady as the pleasure built up. 

Her nimble fingers moved faster, harder, and that coil in your lower stomach began to tighten. You gasped, hips bucking against Elain. 

"I'm gonna cum," you whined, desperation laced in your voice. 

Elain sucked hard on your clit, and as her fingers hit that spot one last time, you climaxed on her mouth. You grinded against her, desperate to get every ounce of pleasure you could. Elain worked you until you were trembling with overstimulation. 

Elain smirked, wiping her mouth as she locked eyes with you. 

"If you can be good while she makes me cum, I'll let you clean us up, Lucien," Elain said to her mate, who had already cum once. 

The idea of making her cum delighted you, and as she crawled up toward you, hovering above your face. Elain teased you, lowering her cunt to your face, just to pull away at the last moment. 

"You want to taste me, baby?" she asked. 

"Yes, please," you pleaded, the scent of her arousal overwhelming your senses. 

She finally sat herself on your mouth, her hands on the headboard to support herself. You licked up and down her core, gripping her thighs to hold her down. Her moans were music to your ears. 

You sank your tongue into her cunt, as deep as you could. She gasped, grinding her hips against your tongue. Her little whines were so cute, you could barely believe they were coming from the female that had just been ordering you and her mate around. 

You sucked and licked at her as she rode your face, chasing her pleasure on top of you. She tasted so sweet, the sweetest you had ever tasted. 

When she came, you licked up her release, making sure you didn't waste a sweet drop. You had never known a female could be so perfect. But she was.

"You can clean us up now, Lucien." 

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[marvelobsessed134]

You for breakfast

Part of the delicate flower series

Pairings: Dom!Tommy Lee x Switch!Pamela Anderson x Sub!Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, mommy and daddy kinks, oral (m and f receiving), lots of pet names, Tommy is a perv lol

You were disappointed when you woke up to an empty bed. Neither Tommy nor Pamela were there. You were cold since you were bare naked, so you reluctantly got out from under the thick comforter and went into the closet to steal one of Tommy’s shirts.

You threw on a black T-shirt of his that’s way too big on your but you didn’t care. You tip toed down the stairs and into the kitchen to see your cat, Lucy, on the counter and Pamela reading a magazine on the dining table and Tommy making breakfast.

He was the first to notice you, “Hey baby.” You blushed at the nickname, still feeling shy around the two. Pam looked up from her magazine and smiled at you, putting it down and making her way over to you, wrapping her arms around you.

The blonde kissed your cheek, “Good morning princess.”

“Morning Pam.” You smiled.

“Come sit with me, Tommy should be done with the waffles by now.” She grabbed your hand gently and led you to the dining table. You sat down and she pushed your chair in before sitting across from you.

The drummer walked over with plates of waffles and fruit. You immediately dived in, feeling starved from last nights…activities.

Tommy sat at the head of the table and pecked yours and Pam’s lips. The two of you giggled.

Tommy being the ever perv he is, you felt his hand slide up your leg towards your pussy. His eyes widened when he felt you weren’t wearing any underwear and how wet you were.

“Look at this, Pammy. Our girls got no panties on and is soaked.”

You blushed in embarrassment. “Oh yeah?” She mused, getting out of her chair and crawling under the table. Suddenly you felt her slender fingers toy with your folds before she licked a bold stripe against them. You gasped and clutched the edge of the table as she ate you out.

“Pamel-“

“That’s not my name right now sweet girl.” Her tone was cold. Your breath evened out before saying, “Sorry mommy.”

The actress growled in approval, diving right back in between your legs.

Tommy had took his dick out, stroking it as he pulled the chair out so he could watch the whole ordeal.

“Come suck me off baby.” He commanded and pushed his chair close to yours. You moaned as you felt Pamela’s tongue between your folds as you leaned over and took Tommy’s cock into your mouth.

The drummer and actress loved playing with their girl, using her however they wanted. “Such a good girl for us.” Pam muttered.

You were a mess, drooling and moaning against Tommy’s cock as Pamela ate your little cunt.

You felt your orgasm approaching, “M’gonna cum!” You cried before Tommy took you by the hair and pushed your head back down making you suck his large cock once more.

You gagged and cried around the base as you came all over your girlfriend’s face. Your boyfriend shot his load down your throat. Pam got out from under the table and walked to where you and Tommy were sitting.

“I think we should continue this in the shower…don’t you daddy?” She asked her husband.

“Oh yeah. Let’s go. Cmon pet.” He gently coaxed you to stand up and follow them back upstairs, the food abandoned on the table.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi love! Could you please write something about Rowan as a girl dad?

Breathe life into me

Rowan took great pride in being a father. A dream that seemed unreachable for so many decades. To the point where he had told himself that it was impossible. It would never happen and dreaming of it would only make him suffer more. But now more than ever he was so glad that he didn’t kill that hope. That he let in kindle deep within his heart. Even more so Rowan was so proud of being a girl dad. While many males made their life’s goal to grow sons. He couldn’t imagine his life without his little girls. The happy squalls making him long to get back home after a long day.

“Daddy, daddy”, the voice of his youngest Rony filled the fields as he flew back home. “that’s daddy up there”, with her tiny finger pointing up to the sky she ran as fast as she could in hopes of matching her sister. “Dad”, Sloan his oldest waved up at him, laughing as Rowan let out a shrill chwirk. Turning circle after circle over the roof of his house.

He wasn’t one for theatrics, you often told him he was getting too old for that, but he enjoyed the big eyes that watched him as he shifted midair landing on the rooftop, and sliding down the tiles. The happy and amazed shrieks made his heart so warm. With both of his hands outstretched Rowan lands smoothly, wrapping both of the girls in his arms before tossing them up on his shoulder. “Daddy”, Rony chuckled, her tiny palms pressing onto his forehead as he spins them both around. “How are my two beautiful girls doing today?”, Rowan muses letting them slide down his arms before kneeling in front of them. “We helped mommy loads”, Rony mutters, moving to snuggle back into her father’s embrace. “Yeah, we planted flowers and made bread”, Sloan nods along, pushing her white loose curls away from her face. “Kept mommy off her feet?”, Rowan questions, referring to the deal he had with his daughters. “We tried”, his eldest shrugs, “Mommy stubborn like Uncle Lor”, Rony chuckles, clasping a hand over her mouth. Rowan lets a laugh ripple through his chest, “You’re not wrong there, my little cloud”, he cups both of their rosy cheeks before ruffling their hair, “Come on now, let’s find mommy”. Both of the girls quickly slips their hands into his, pulling him towards the house.

His shoulders instantly relaxed once the familiar smell of home fill his body. Rowan had built it all for you. Tending to any and every wish you had. Creating that perfect place for you to nurture. And nurture you did. The girls take off running once inside, leaving Rowan to chase after them. And then here you are humming lightly as you butter toast for pre dinner snack.

“My love”, Rowan muses and it’s enough to make you turn to him. “You’re home early, I was wondering what all the noise was about”, you beam up at him. Rowan reaches for you in a heartbeat. “Hi”, he breathes into your hair, swaying slightly. “Hey”, you lean back to smile at him. “How are you feeling?”, he softly brushes his fingers through your hair. “Officially can’t see my feet”, you chuckle running a hand over the swell of your stomach.

“Hey, little bug”, Rowan lets his hand run over your bump as well, “Been good to mummy?”, his question is met with a strong kick. “Daddy, try the bread”, Rony pulls at his tunic practically climbing his leg. “Give daddy a chance to wash his hands”, you cut in, “Get his plate ready, girls, he had a long day”, and they don’t need to be told twice as they rush to push the chairs together so they can make his plate. “I love you”, Rowan leans in nuzzling his nose against yours, “You breathed life into me”. You smile up at him, before leaning in as much as your round stomach lets you to kiss him.

[beyondthesefourwalls]

This Love Came Back to Me (4)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Four Word Count: 4.7K

Part Three :: Series Masterlist

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The weekend you spent with Bradley was the happiest you could remember being in a long time. 

Even when you were together before, you lacked this air of understanding and dedication that came from the conversation you had early Saturday afternoon, and it made all the difference. You were able to just be, enjoying every moment, with no worry about what would happen next with him, because you knew he felt the same and you would figure it out together. 

You spent the rest of the day and all of Sunday holed up in your house. You cooked together and watched movies and napped and reconnected physically as well as emotionally, and it made saying goodbye late on Sunday night that much harder. You kissed at your front door for a long time before he finally left to return to his own place. He had contemplated staying the night again, but you both had early mornings to start the week, and you knew it would make leaving for work almost impossible if Bradley was laying beside you when you woke up. 

Walking into your office on Monday morning, you still felt like you were floating on cloud 9. When you got to your desk and saw an arrangement of carnations and daisies, you gasped in delight. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, though it did little to contain your grin as you opened the card stuck between the flowers. 

I had an amazing weekend with you, Bug. Can’t wait to do it again xx

It took everything in you not to squeal out loud, but inside, you’re screaming. 

“Nice flowers,” your coworker Lauren commented as she walked by your desk on her way to get to hers. She wiggled her eyebrows at you playfully, like she was looking for gossip. “Hot date this weekend?” 

You laughed lightly, thinking how that didn’t even begin to describe it. 

“Something like that,” you answered instead. You rubbed one of the flower petals between your fingers as you thought about how Bradley had woken you up on Sunday morning with kisses to your bare stomach and how you had lounged around in your bed naked until early afternoon. 

Your emotions must have been playing across your face because you were brought out of your musings by Lauren’s laugh. Your eyes snapped up to hers and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks at the knowing look she was giving you. 

“Oh girl. Whoever he is, you have it bad.” 

She didn’t wait for a response before she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder as she continued her way to her desk. You smiled down at the flowers again, the card with his note held tightly in your head. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I really do.” 

Your heart was so full as you sat down in your chair and dug your phone out of your purse. You opened your message thread with Bradley and then, pulling the flowers close to you so they would be in the camera frame, you snapped a selfie. 

Someone sent me flowers. I think he might like me. 

Once the picture was sent, you moved the vase to the corner of your desk where you’d be able to see it all day without it blocking your computer monitor. With one more wistful sigh, you started going through the motions of logging on and clicking through any emails you may have gotten over the weekend. Soon enough, you were caught up in your work, scrolling through documents that had been sent to you for review. You had slipped your headphones in as you normally did, so when you caught sight of someone hovering over your desk out of the corner of your eye, you nearly jumped out of your skin. 

“Jesus, Paul!” 

“Good morning,” he said brightly. He set a cup of coffee directly in front of you and you leaned to the side to avoid the brush of his arm from being so close. Your skin was starting to prickle for all the wrong reasons, as it always did in his presence. The smell of whatever cheap cologne he had on made your nose scrunch. “I brought you coffee.” 

“I've told you that you don’t need to do that. I make my own coffee.” 

“It’s no problem,” he chirped, pushing his glasses up his face. You did your best to offer him a polite smile, but you’re sure it appeared as more of a grimace. You pushed the coffee to the side, pulling the travel mug you brought yourself closer in return. 

“Oh. Someone got you flowers.” 

You took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as you nodded. “Yup.” 

“Who sent them?”

He was looking at you expectantly. You narrowed your eyes as your annoyance started to turn to anger. You didn’t owe him anything, and despite Bradley not even being here, you felt a flash of protectiveness go through you. These flowers were from him. They were special to you, and Paul didn’t need to know that. 

When you didn’t respond, he wasn’t deterred. 

“Was it that guy from the bar? He didn’t seem very nice.” 

“Paul, it’s really not your - hey!” 

You tried to grab it before he could, but he had picked the note that accompanied your bouquet up off of your desk and was reading it with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Bug? That’s stupid. You aren’t a bug.”

You snatched the card out of his hands with a scowl. By the way his eyes widened and snapped to you, he seemed shocked at the action. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him for that; despite how much he bothered you and, frankly, creeped you out, you had to work with him, and so you always tried to maintain a level of civility. But after Friday night, you were approaching your whits end. 

“It’s not your business.” 

“I’m sorry. But you deser-”

“I have work to do,” you snapped, unwilling to listen to anyone tell you what you deserved, especially when it came to this, to Bradley, when he was everything you wanted. 

Paul gave you a pleading look but before he could say anything else, you put your headphones back in and turned back to your computer. You started aggressively typing notes, mostly nonsensical, to the document you had been working on before you were interrupted. You stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. It took a minute, but he eventually took the hint. It was only once you knew he was gone that you stopped typing. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath and tried to push away the discomfort that had settled over you. You were starting to wonder if it was time for another email to HR. 

You jumped when your phone buzzed. Picking it up with a sigh, some of the tension left you when you saw Bradley had responded to your earlier message. 

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: I have it on good authority that you’re correct with that thought. 

Your lips quirked. Despite the interaction you just had, your heart skipped a beat reading his words. You chewed the skin at your thumbnail for a moment as you contemplated what to say in return. Another text from him came through. 

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: Happy to spend more time convincing you though

A full grin stretched across your face now. Truly, you didn’t need to be convinced of anything, and you knew Bradley knew that, but you were happy to play along. Especially when it made you smile and your heart fluttered like this. 

And just how would you do that? 

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: I have my ways. Wanna find out?

Consider me curious. Yes. 

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: I’ll see you tonight then. 

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: By the way - thanks for the picture. You look beautiful, Bug. 

And the flowers I’m sure you paid good money for? 

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: Barely noticed them. Too busy looking at you 😉

You sat your phone down once you sent back a few heart emojis along with a promise to see him later. You glanced at the flower arrangement before you got back to work, a pleasant warmth filling your body. 

You were in and out of meetings the rest of the day, and when you were at your desk, you kept your headphones in and your head down, trying to stay zoned in and avoiding interaction when at all possible. You almost thought you were lucky that your boss had a tendency to throw too much work at you, because being as busy as you were meant that you didn’t have much time to watch the clock and wait for the hours to tick by. Still, you breathed a sigh of relief when 5:00 rolled around. You weren’t usually one of the first to leave, but you were eager to get home. 

You packed your things quickly as you said goodbye to a few of your coworkers who were still finishing up. The last thing you grabbed was the vase of flowers. You brought them to your nose as you walked to the elevator. They really were so pretty, and smelled so nice. You were going to have to ask Bradley where he had gotten them. 

You felt your phone buzz in your bag and shifted the flowers into the crook of your arm as you dug with your opposite hand to retrieve the device. Bradley was leaving work now and would be on his way to your house after a quick stop to shower and change. And, in a follow up message, he couldn’t wait to see you. 

You were texting back one handed when a weight knocked hard into your right side. 

With a startled gasp, you stumbled. The sudden contact caused your phone to fly out of your hand, and as your bag fell down your arm the hold you had around the flowers loosened. You scrambled to get a better grip on the vase, but then hands grabbed your arms to steady you, only jarring you further, and you watched in what felt like horrified slow motion as it fell to the ground. The sound of breaking glass rang in your ears, the water keeping the flowers alive spreading quickly on the floor, soaking the carnations and daisies that laid in a heap amongst the tile. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” 

Your eyes snapped up from the catastrophe at the familiar, nasally, grating voice. They narrowed quickly and you took a step back, jerking your arms out of his grasp when Paul didn’t immediately let go. His face was the picture of innocence, but there was a glint in his eyes that had you unnerved. You couldn’t help but scoff. WIthout saying a word, you dropped down to scoop up your phone and Bradley’s gift to you while they were still salvageable. The thick vase was beyond saving and you were careful to avoid touching any of the shards of glass.

“I can throw those away for you, if you’d like.” 

Your nostrils flared at his words and you glared up at him. With a huff, you finished grabbing what you could and stood back up. “That won’t be necessary.” 

“I don’t mi-” 

“I do,” you snapped. You took a deep breath, doing your best to center yourself before you got too worked up. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes because of how angry you were and you refused to cry right now. “I won’t be throwing them away.” 

He started to say your name again when your manager Gretchen rounded the corner to the elevator bay. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. “Oh no! What happened?” 

You gritted your teeth before forcing on a professional smile. “Just clumsy,” you excused. 

You could practically feel the judgment rolling off of her in waves as she eyed you up and down, glancing again at the mess you hadn’t even caused again. “Well, let’s make sure this gets cleaned up before you leave, okay?” 

You felt scolded and shamed, your eyes hot, but you were thankful for her when she set her gaze on the red headed man hovering beside you and told him she had been looking for him. “I want to go over a few things for your next project. Let’s chat in the elevator.” 

Paul couldn’t do much more than agree with her, though his eyes lingered on you even as he did. You took the opportunity to pivot where you stood and dart across the hallway to the kitchen on this floor. By the time you returned with a thick roll of paper towels, they were gone and you could breathe out a sigh of relief. 

You tried to be quick with cleaning up the mess you had inadvertently created. A few of your other coworkers had walked by you, eyeing you in a way that didn’t just feel curious. Embarrassment settled deep in your chest, but even stronger than that was the overall exhaustion you felt. You hated it here. And you hated that you hated it here, because you genuinely liked what you did. But you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You hadn’t spent the weekend applying for new jobs like you had planned, even if your distraction was for the best possible reason. You made a mental note to set aside some time and prioritize scouring LinkedIn and job boards this week. 

Once you’d thrown away the combination of wet napkins, broken glass and stray leaves and petals, you took off the hair tie you kept on your wrist. There was an indentation on your skin from where you’d snapped it throughout the day as your anxiety got the best of you. You wrapped it around the bundle of flowers to keep them contained and just stared at them for a moment. Your heart ached at how some were bent and ruffled from hitting the ground. You swallowed the feeling, telling yourself you could do your best to fix it when you got home.

The office was mostly empty by now so the elevator ride down to the first floor was mercifully quiet. There was a crack on your screen protector from when your phone hit the floor and you ran your finger over it with a sigh before letting your head fall back against the wall. 

It was only Monday, and you were already ready for the weekend.

To top it all off, you got stuck in a bit of traffic on your way home, because of course you did. When you pulled into your driveway, Bradley was already there, leaning against that familiar blue Bronco. You realized once you caught sight of his phone in his hand that you had never actually texted him back before. 

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. By the time you put your car in park and took the keys out of the ignition, he was opening the driver’s side door. 

The wide smile on his face while he greeted you had some of the angst you had been feeling easing into something soft and warm; you couldn’t help but smile back at him. He grabbed your bag for you and slipped it over his own shoulder as he helped you out of the car. You held tight to your flowers with your other hand. Without skipping a beat, as soon as you were standing, you buried your face in the soft material of his Hawaiian shirt. A soft chuckle vibrated through his chest, but both of his arms locked around you and his lips pressed into the top of your head. 

“Hi, baby,” he murmured into your hair. You mumbled the word back to him, snuggling closer. “Long day?”

You inhaled deeply, letting his scent invade your senses, settling over you like a blanket. You finally lifted your head, smiling up at him. 

“Better now,” you promised. Bradley leant down to kiss you and you raised on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. You hummed in pleasure once you settled back down on the ground. “Mmm. Much better now.” 

He grinned, but then his eyes flickered down, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. You followed his line of sight to the bundle grasped in your hand at your side. Your smile dropped just the slightest bit at the reminder of what had happened less than an hour ago, but you do your best to swallow it. Instead, you held the flowers up to your face, mimicking the photo you had sent him earlier. Bradley’s eyes sparkled in recognition and his smile grew. 

“Even better in person,” he quipped, and your heart fluttered, because even if his tone was joking, you knew he meant the words. 

Bradley’s hand settled on your back as you made your way to and through your front door. You groaned in relief when you kicked your shoes off. You went to take a step toward the kitchen, but a gasp escaped you when instead, your body was turned with a hand on your arm. Before you could ask what he was doing, Bradley’s lips were on yours again. You melted against him, moaning into his mouth. 

You lost yourself in the kiss and only pulled away once breathing became an issue. You knew your lips were swollen by the way they tingled, but you drew your bottom one between your teeth anyway. You peered up at him through your lashes. 

“Hi,” he said simply. You couldn’t help the shiver that went through you at the rasp in his voice. The sound went straight to your core. 

“Hi,” you breathed. “What was that for?” 

Bradley shrugged, giving you a small smirk and a wink. “Because I wanted to, mostly. But also as a way to convince you of your theory.” 

Your brain wasn’t quite back online yet so it took a moment for you to process what his words meant, but then your texts from earlier flashed in your head. You let out a breathless laugh which Bradley returned with one of his own.

He followed you when you walked further into the house this time. He leant against the counters next to you, watching as you grabbed the vase with the bouquet he had gotten you at the farmers market on Saturday. You took your hair tie off of the ones from today and started to combine the two arrangements into one. You only had one vase, and you weren’t ready to part with any of the flowers quite yet, so you had to make this work. 

“What happened to the vase that these came in?” he asked casually. He rubbed one of the carnation petals between two of his fingers. You froze for a brief moment, but he must have caught it in the corner of his eye, because he turned to face you more fully. “Bug?”

“I uh..I dropped it, on my way out of the office. It’s why you beat me here, I was cleaning it up.” 

You didn’t look at him, but you could feel him looking at you. You weren’t sure if you were just incredibly obvious, or if he just knew you that well, but he shifted closer to you and settled a hand on your arm again, his thumb running up and down on your exposed skin. 

“Are you alright? Didn’t get nicked by any glass or anything like that?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head. You fluffed the newly added flowers, noting how nice they all looked together, and how the glass containing them was so full it was practically overflowing. 

Bradley said your name gently, and you couldn’t resist the pull to look at him this time. His face was open and curious, and you could see the hint of worry there too. “Hey. Talk to me.” 

You wanted to deflect and tell him that nothing was wrong, and that you were just having a clumsy episode, like you had said to your boss. You felt awful for ruining the lighthearted moment you had been having since coming into the house, and disrupting the overall peace you had felt since Friday night. But part of the reason you broke up the first time was because the two of you masked what you were feeling, and you were so determined to make it work this time. You had promised you would talk to each other. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You convinced yourself it wasn’t that big of a deal, anyway. 

“Paul ran into me,” you told him, trying to come off as unbothered as possible. He pushed himself off the counter, standing at full height. You could see the concern written all over his expression, now, along with a touch of anger. 

“He ran into you?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded, before releasing a long sigh in defeat. You wanted to be completely honest with him, even if it made you feel some sort of misplaced guilt for causing him stress. “He made a snarky comment this morning when he stopped by my desk. Read the note and made fun of my nickname. Said you seemed rude. Tried to imply that I deserved better. I told him it was none of his business. Then when I was leaving, he just…came out of nowhere and knocked into me. He grabbed onto me before I could catch my phone and the vase.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the end, thinking of how, on top of everything, you were going to need to replace your screen protector. You had forgotten about that. 

“He grabbed you?” 

“To keep me from falling, apparently. I guess. I don’t know. He said he didn’t see me.” 

“Bug…” Bradley’s eyes were wide, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Truthfully, you couldn’t either. 

“I know,” you said softly. You suddenly needed to touch him, so you closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms around his middle. You could tell he was trying to find the words to say; you could practically see the wheels in his head turning while he rubbed your back. You were patient as you looked up at him. 

“This isn’t okay,” he finally settled on. 

“I know.” 

“I’m trying really hard not to be overprotective or overbearing. But from what happened on Friday and then everything you’ve told me about him… I don’t want to tell you what to do. I know that you can take care of yourself. But something needs to be done here, baby.” 

You sighed again, agreeing with him. “I’m going to apply for new jobs this week. And maybe I’ll email HR again tomorrow.” 

“Can you talk to them in person?” he asked. You knew it was his version of a compromise, because what he really wanted was to talk to them, or him, himself. But you nodded, saying that you would go tomorrow. 

“First thing,” he requested, tacking on a quiet ‘please’. 

“First thing,” you promised. 

Bradley let out a long, loud breath, and you hated that he was feeling this way. You could sense the frustration he had and you had to remind yourself that it wasn’t directed toward you, but rather, for you. It made your stomach flutter that he was doing his best to respect the independence he knew you were so proud of, even if the thought of him being overprotective of you was one you surprisingly didn’t mind one bit. You hugged him a little bit tighter, burying your face in his chest. 

You stood there for a minute, arms wrapped tightly around the other. When Bradley finally pulled away, he tilted your head back up to look at him. The anger he had been feeling has faded from his face, replaced with the soft, open look he usually gave you. His smile was gentle and he tucked some of your hair behind your ear. 

“I have an idea,” he said. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“I need to finish convincing you that I like you. So go get changed. I want to take you somewhere.” 

After stopping at your favorite hibachi place for a pick up order, the somewhere he referenced ended up being the beach. Bradley grinned at the surprised look on your face when he pulled a blanket and a bottle of your favorite red wine from the backseat. 

“Did you plan this?” 

His only answer was the wink he sent you before he opened the door and jogged around the front of the Bronco to open yours. He didn’t let go of your hand once you got out, fingers laced together as he led you onto the sand. You didn’t walk too far before he found a spot to spread out the blanket. You kicked your shoes off before you sat down; the smile on your face never faltered. 

You ate your takeout and drank the wine straight from the bottle, passing it back and forth between bites as you talked and laughed about different things. This section of beach was nearly deserted, only the stray person occasionally walking or jogging by. You nearly jumped out of your skin when a dog barking broke through the air, prompting Bradley to burst into laughter. 

Once your food was gone and the drink recorked, you laid back on the blanket. You were meant to be watching the sunset, you knew. But the ocean breeze ruffled the curls on Bradley’s head and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through them, looking at him instead. He was on his side beside you, head propped up with one hand while the other played with the hem of your shirt.

“So, are you convinced yet?” 

You giggled at his question and the way he wiggled his eyebrows. You hummed loudly in playful consideration as you pretended to think about it. “I think I need one more thing,” you decided.

“Name it.” 

You ran your index finger over the scars on his cheek before doing the same over his lips with your thumb. His breathing hitched at the notion, eyes darkening in time with the sky.  He looked almost ethereal staring down at you with the orange and purple hues in the background.

“Kiss me.” 

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You’re surprised when you walked into work on Tuesday to another bouquet on your desk. It’s identical to the one from the previous day and a smile tugged at your lips as you approached the work station. You were going to have to talk to Bradley about the flower budget he seemingly had set aside.

You set your stuff down and reached for the note, eager to see what sweet thing he had written this time. Your beach date last night had been nothing short of magical, and saying goodbye to him at your front door was even harder than it had been on Sunday. You were sure whatever he had to say would get your heart racing in anticipation of seeing him again, more than it already was. But your smile dropped and a sick feeling started growing in your stomach as you read the words and realized these weren’t from your boyfriend at all. 

You’re too pretty to ever be called a “bug”

You crumbled the note and snatched the vase up in your hands. You got more than a few curious looks as you made your way down the hall toward the kitchen. You froze for a second once you got there, seeing Paul at the coffee station with a mug in his hand. He spotted you instantly and you saw the way his gaze flickered down to the flowers you held. He stood up a little bit straighter and had the audacity to start smiling. 

Your nostrils flared and anger consumed your whole body, and you took the last few steps you needed. You made sure his eyes were locked back on yours, staring directly at you, when you dropped the arrangement into the trash can with enough force to shake the whole bin. You turned on your heel and fled the room without saying a word. 

It was only once you were back at your desk that you realized your hands were shaking and tears were stinging your eyes. 

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[thewalkingwillowtree]

His Fierce Flower - Bonus #2

Family fluff piece featuring Neteyam, Enyu and their kids.

Series Part Listing Found Here

It was the screeching cry of a mountain banshee in the distance that stirred him.

Eyelids heavy, he squinted through them for half a second, before immediately snapping them shut again. Neteyam’s first thought was to go right back to sleep, but his plan was soon interrupted when he found that there was a little foot uncomfortably smushed up against his cheek. 

Groggy, a tired groan escaped him as he stretched and twisted his body, muscles tight and aching from pushing himself too hard in training yesterday. He’d kill for one of his mate’s incredible massages.

With ease, he adjusted Elteyä from her wild sprawl and brought her across his chest instead. He didn’t even know when she’d snuck into their room.

Thankfully, she didn’t stir at the movement, or wake from the kisses he pressed to the crown of her head as she unconsciously wormed her face into the crook of his neck. Norii though, her clothmade doll, slipped from her fingertips, so he tucked it back into his daughter’s arms. 

In the dim room, all was quiet and still, save the soft suckling sounds that stole his attention. Head turning, he found that Enyu’s eyes were closed, but Neteyam knew she was somewhat awake. After the rough night they’d had- if he felt fatigued, she must have been exhausted. 

His wife laid on her side, facing him with a protective palm supporting a tiny head as their youngest nursed from her chest. The sight alone filled Neteyam with emotion so strong, he could never seem to put it into words. 

As if she could feel his gaze, she peeked at him, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards a fraction. 

“Morning, baby,” he croaked in greeting, smoothing his palm down the side of her thigh. 

She hummed in response and hooked her ankle over his shin, eyes closing to sneak in a few more minutes of rest. 

Neteyam scanned the span of their bed, and no sooner when he realized they were missing another little someone, did he hear the pitter patter of tiny feet coming their way. 

Dragging her own doll behind her, Asthlyee stumbled in and made a beeline for her mother- like she did every morning since she learned how to walk, but stopped short at the sight of the infant already attached to her breast. 

Hair mused wildly, her little fist fell away from the eye she'd been rubbing and Asthlyee’s cute face morphed from drowsy confusion to scrunched up in a clear display of hurt, ears falling back sadly. 

“Asthlyee,” Neteyam called in a hushed, post-sleep raspy voice, “come here, pretty girl.” Shifting Elteyä to his side, he beckoned for the grumpy toddler to come to him. 

Bottom lip pouted, she crawled her way across the massive spread of blankets and plonked herself on her daddy’s chest, oblivious to his winces at the sharp pokes of her knobby knees and elbows. 

“Good morning,” Enyu whispered to them both through squinted eyes, sitting up with Ray’lu in her arms. “Did you sleep well, my Asthy?”

Asthlyee nodded, though her frown cut deeper as she watched her mother switch the babe to her other breast. Arms stretched out, she made grabby hands, expectantly asking for her mother. “Mama? Mama, me?”

“Oh my love, you’ll get your turn soon, yeah?” she hushed sweetly, leaning forward to caress Asthlyee’s cheek. 

She felt a pleased pang in her chest from her daughter wanting her. Since Asthlyee was a daddy’s girl through and through, whenever her little one wanted her instead, Enyu’s happiness always went haywire. 

It had been three weeks since their youngest was born, so their little family was still adjusting. So far, the new addition was hardest on Asthlyee. 

When the two year old met her baby sister for the first time, she- like Elteyä, was all excited smiles and hugs- maybe not really understanding but imitating her big sister’s actions all the same. 

Kiri and Spider had given Jake and Neytiri their first grandson six months ago, so Asthlyee was no stranger to babies, since she seemed to like her baby cousin just fine.

But when her morning routine, which usually started out with kisses and cuddles from her mother while she nursed, was being given to someone else… Well, that’s when Asthlyee realized that her new baby sister was here to stay.

Their mornings together meant the world to Enyu, really. Without fail her daughter would seek her out, and once she’d had her fill of milk and an abundance of smothering love, Asthlyee would crawl right into her daddy’s arms where she refused to leave.  

The toddler blinked at her mother, not liking her response, so she resorted to her favourite person for back up. “Daddy-!”

“Shh, not so loud, pretty girl,” he shushed gently, fingers combing through her wild locks, trying to tame them yet sympathetically soothe away any possible incoming tantrums.

“Daddy,” Asthlyee tried again, though it really wasn’t any better. “Wook!” She pointed indignantly, “da baby.”

“Yeah I see, Asthlyee. Is Ray’lu hungry? You’re such a great big sister to share with her.”

“But is mine booby… an mine mama.”

It was in the tip of Neteyam’s tongue to joke to his wife that technically those “boobies” had belonged to him first, but given the situation he didn’t think it would help his discussion with his two year old.

“Asthy girl,” Neteyam cooed. Tears were rapidly pooling along her lash line making his heart ache, even though he knew they were fake. “Remember we talked about you sharing with your baby sister? She’s very little and has to grow strong like you and ‘Teyä. She needs your mama just like when you were a tiny baby.”

Asthlyee crossed her arms at his words while her tail slapped irritably. “No…. No share.”

Neteyam wiped away a dried drool patch from the corner of her pouty mouth. Noting the startling resemblance she shared with her mother, he couldn’t help smiling at her little scowl. She was every bit Enyu like this- defiant and fierce. 

“No?” 

“No.” 

“No?” he repeated, tickling her pudgy tummy, gaining a giggle in response. 

Instead of fighting her on the point so early in the morning, he tugged her down, tucked her in for a comforting cuddle, and bestowed a kiss on her forehead. Neteyam was not ashamed to admit the tactic he used on Enyu when they were younger, seemed to work on his daughters as well.   

Successfully distracted and through a yawn Asthlyee insisted, “Dolly, daddy.” She lifted the shabbily sewn doll for him to kiss as well, then laid her cheek against his and sucked on her thumb out of habit. 

And when Elteyä unconsciously squirmed closer to him, Neteyam wrapped an arm around her and watched as his mate burped their Ray’lu, all of them quietly listening to Enyu’s quiet crooning. 

Surrounded by his girls, Neteyam felt like the luckiest man alive. 

~

“Aye, bay, shee, eee, aye, heff, jeee!” Elteyä’s head bobbed to the beat of her song with every note she sang. Not knowing the rest of the letters, she hummed the tune cheerfully through another mouthful of her breakfast.

“Asthy, baby, don’t play with your food,” Enyu chided lightly as she broke up a few pieces of fruit in front of the toddler. She tried to coax another bite of the breakfast scramble from the fussy eater who’d been naughtily tossing pieces away. 

“No.” Asthlyee shook her head stubbornly, reaching instead for her mother’s chest, wanting to nurse again. 

“Nu-uh. Not till you eat a couple more bites. You’ve barely had any.” 

The toddler turned whiny but the moment her father said her name firmly she grumpily obeyed, allowing her mother to feed her. 

“What?” he chuckled, seeing his mate’s wrinkled nose. 

“Nothing… It amazes me just how much you’ve got them wrapped around your finger,” she jested, smirking when her daughter opened up for a second mouthful without any prompting. 

Neteyam shrugged. “Got you wrapped around my finger too,” he mumbled slyly, mirth and heat dancing in his eyes. 

“Behave,” she grinned, shaking her head at the fact that she was blushing like a teen with a frivolous crush.  

Her mate looked entirely too pleased with himself. He loved that he had such an effect on her, even after all these years. 

With a sleeping Ray’lu nestled in the crook of his arm, he ate with his free hand. The peaceful, milk drunk infant was a sheer contradiction to last night where she’d screamed her lungs out for most of it, keeping her both parents up. 

“Flower.” He jerked his chin towards his wife’s abandoned bowl, reminding her of the untouched meal, but she waved him off, making sure her daughter had her fill.

Her habit of forgetting to feed herself had somewhat gotten worse now that they had kids, since Enyu was forever fussing over everyone but herself. 

“Aye, bee, shee, dee, eee, heff, jee…” Elteyä started over her rendition for the third time and Neteyam coached her through the rest of the English letters she’d only started learning recently. 

“Mama?” Asthlyee’s head tilted sweetly. “Peas, Mama? Booby? Peas.” 

“Pl-ease,” Enyu corrected, poking her daughter's nose playfully. 

“Yes,” Asthy contested, nodding impatiently. “Pease.”

She bossily crawled into her mother’s lap, making her parents huff in matching smirks of amusement at the sight of her determinedly trying to push away the offending string of Enyu’s top that was blocking her way. 

And only when she was settled did Enyu finally begin to eat. 

Elteyä’s song suddenly stopped, all turning quiet for longer than normal during a typical family meal.  

“What’s happening in that brain of yours, baby girl?” Neteyam asked, seeing his oldest lost in thought, one cheek puffy from the food she’d stopped chewing. He swiped his thumb down her chin and across the corners of her lips to remove the mess there. 

“Daddy? What’s a- a chicklhen?” 

Neteyam’s brow quirked in amusement. Not only at her question but at the sticky tiny handprint she accidentally left on his knee. “A chicken? It’s an animal. From Earth.”

“Oh… That’s where granpaw’s from right?” 

“That’s right.” 

Her adorable face crinkled in confusion as she pondered over her next thought. “Then, why did uncle Spider call uncle Lo’ one? He’s not a chicklhen!” 

“Aha!” Enyu covered her mouth as her body shook with laughter, accidentally causing Ray’lu too stir in Neteyam’s arms from her outburst. “Sorry,” she mouthed when he hissed her name, adjusting the infant when she nosed at his skin.

Asthlyee had lifted her head to blink at them in curiosity, but finding nothing interesting, she returned to suckling away while a pudgy little fist played and kneaded the flesh of her mother’s other breast and nipple. 

Oblivious to her parent’s reactions, Elteyä's nose wrinkled. “But, what does a chicklhen look like?” 

“How about we take a visit to the labs later? I’m sure if you ask very nicely, someone there can show you a picture of a chicken,” Neteyam suggested. 

“Okay!” she chirped excitedly. “Do you think it really looks like uncle Lo’?” she wondered out loud after drinking a big gulp of fresh plant milk. 

“No, baby. I’m sure your uncle Spider was just teasing,” her mother assured. 

“Ohh…” The four year old nodded sagely, as if it made sense. “Because of the new baby?”

“What new baby?” Enyu asked curiously, fingers carding through Asthy’s soft strands. 

Elteyä shrugged and reached for another slice of melon fruit. “I don’t know, mama. He just said he was the chicklhen for not giving aunty Otty a baby yet.” 

Neteyam and Enyu shared matching surprised glances.

Then, just as fast as the last word left her lips, Elteyä was spewing another question. “Can a chicklhen have a baby?” And before either of them could even answer- “Daddy when can I have the real baby?” she asked expectantly, Norii the doll, oddly crammed under her armpit. “Do I hafta get the boymate first?” 

“What?! No!” 

Their family tent rang silent for all of an entire minute at Neteyam’s no, followed by Ray’lu’s wail. He shifted the infant in his arms, bringing her up to his shoulder with a little bounce and gentle shush and apology for waking her up. Thankfully she settled quickly. 

“Well why not?” Elteyä sassed, over the sounds of her sister’s quieting cries, looking thoroughly put out and very much like her mama whenever he said something that upset her. 

Eywa help him. 

“Because. You’re not allowed to grow up and leave me,” he said somewhat seriously. “You’re not allowed to court. No mate. No boys, Elteyä.”

Enyu rolled her eyes at this while Elteyä giggled as if he’d told her the world’s funniest joke. “You so silly, daddy. Of course I hafta grow up! Then I get the boyfriend like aunty Tuk and then-”

“What?!” 

“Alright! Alright,” Enyu cut in. “‘Teyä, my sweet girl, let’s not give your daddy a heart attack so early in the morning. Why don’t you go play for a bit before it’s time to clean up and head over to your great- grandmother Mo’at, yes?” 

“Oookay.” Elteyä rounded the table with an excited bounce. She leaned against Enyu’s side to peer at her sister. “Asthy, do you want to play too?” 

The toddler nodded around her mothers nipple and when she quickly sat up, Enyu fixed her top back in place and watched them run off, hand in hand. 

Neteyam too had stared after them, then, head snapping to his wife, he hissed incredulously, “Boyfriend?! Boyfriend.” 

“‘Tey, relax. Don’t get yourself worked up. We’ve been over this before. You’ve got to let go of-”

“En’yuna. She’s four. Four and talking about having a- a boyfriend? No. No,” he shook his head, shrugging as though the entire thing was ridiculous. “Never. She’s not allowed. None of our girls are. Tuk’s never allowed to babysit again either. Elteyä looks up to her and if that’s what she- ”

He scoffed incredulously, “Boyfriend… tuh! Did you know about this? Does Tuk actually have a boyfriend? Or is this another on of her make up stories? What does she even know about that? She’s fourteen! What are my parents thinking? I’m telling you right now, baby, that won’t be the same for my girls. Nope. Not happening.”

Enyu huffed and clicked her tongue at him. Every time he behaved like this it highly amused her. She’d been subject to his overprotective and possessive tendencies for most- if not all of her life, and now it was the same for all three of their girls. 

Crawling towards him, she slumped herself into his lap, thighs falling on either side of his hips. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?” 

Ray’lu was contently snuggled against her daddy’s chest. Scrunched up in that newborn position Enyu loved, she looked extra tiny, especially being held by Neteyam. 

Careful of their little one between them Enyu laced her fingers together behind his neck and caressed his skin with her thumbs. Before he could retort, she kissed him squarely on the mouth. “Dramatic,” she emphasized. 

Breathing in her scent deeply, Neteyam rested his forehead against hers, willing himself to regain his composure with the help of her soothing. 

“How are you so calm about all of this? Doesn’t it freak you out a little?”

“Well one of us has to stay sane whenever the other one’s losing it,” she teased. “And of course the thought of our girls growing up and eventually leaving us terrifies me, but ‘Tey, we don’t have to worry about that for a very very long time. You said it yourself, Elteyä’s four. Asthlyee is two going on sassy, sure… but this sweet one,” she nuzzled her baby’s cheek, “can’t even lift her own head yet… You’ve got nothing to freak out about right now.” 

“Mmm,” he grunted in agreement, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. Tugging her hips closer to his with his free arm, he kissed her neck just because. 

Wrapped up together, the pair basked in comfortable silence until Ray’lu began to fuss and the sounds of a squabble between their two other little ones broke out. 

~

It's good to be back writing for these two. I missed them!

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[talesofesther]

sweet calamity | ch 6

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that’s destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it’s easier said than done.

A/N: Enid loves playing matchmaker, even if she's not the best at it. Things are progressing interestingly. <3

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Wednesday is considering ripping her own heart out.

There's a Poinsettia in a pot in front of you. The incompetent botany teacher asked you to make it bloom, just so she could show everyone where the toxins come from and how they can be used.

You're two tables to the front, sitting beside Xavier while Wednesday has a staring contest with the back of your head.

She wants to rip out her heart and have a very serious talk with it, because it appears to be noticing your absence and making it her problem too. How tragic.

You wanted space and Wednesday gave it to you, she just wasn't anticipating that it would affect her this much.

"I can't decide if you have a crush on her or if you're planning her murder." Enid mused from beside the Addams girl, her chin propped up in her hand.

"The latter." Wednesday deadpanned.

Enid hummed, her eyes slowly moving from you to Wednesday, "you know I'd appreciate it if you didn't murder my friends though."

Wednesday kept quiet, in her hands she was picking apart a poor jasmine flower, its petals being discarded on top of her open notebook.

You'd be mad if you saw her do it.

Wednesday's eyebrows scrunched together in a frown. Why is she thinking about that?

"I haven't seen you two speaking these last couple of days," Enid tried to sound nonchalant, "did something happen?"

For a moment, Wednesday considered saying something, her old therapist did tell her it was healthy to talk about her emotions.

Yet she settled for; "nothing happened."

Enid rolled her eyes, she could see right through Wednesday's little lie because it wasn't the first nor the second time that she has caught her friend making heart eyes at you.

In fencing class, Wednesday keeps her eyes on you like a hawk stalking its prey.

If you're walking around the cafeteria with Andrew, Wednesday is crushing her soda can as if it personally offended her.

Whenever you're out working in the gardens, Wednesday is making up excuses to go check the bees outside.

Enid has never seen her best friend this taken with someone, and part of her thinks not even Wednesday has fully realized it yet. So, being the good friend she is, Enid has made up a plan to help her out.

"Wednesday," the werewolf said her friend's name in a singsong voice, scooting closer so she could lay her head on Wednesday's shoulder.

The raven-haired girl huffed, "Enid, your death wish is showing."

The empty threat was ignored with a grin, "me and the girls are going shopping for the Rave'n tomorrow, and since you're my bestie, I would really like you to tag along."

"While I appreciate your attempt at torture," Wednesday side-eyed her friend, "I'd rather dump my eyeballs in acid than spend an afternoon picking dresses for a frivolous party."

Enid picked at her colorful nails mindlessly. "Our resident flower girl is coming with us too," she said quietly, but her wolfish smirk was unmistakable.

Wednesday tensed, crushing in her hands the last bits of the jasmine flower she was still holding. Damn you, damn you, damn you.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth, "if you insist this much."

———

You're sitting on one of the benches just outside Nevermore, waiting for Enid so you can all leave for town together.

The sun's warmth isn't doing much nowadays, there's a permanent coldness to the air. You tightened your scarf around your neck, partly wishing you'd put on gloves as well before leaving.

Chatter reached your ears and you turned your head to see Enid coming to you, there was a bounce on her step and a contagious smile on her lips; Divina and Yoko walk beside her, holding hands.

"I hope you're ready for the best girl's trip ever," the werewolf exclaimed as she stopped in front of you, clasping her hands together.

"So much that I couldn't even sleep last night," you smiled back.

"Perfect," Enid's cheeks were pink from the cold, they shaped her smile adorably as she took hold of Yoko's arm, "we should hurry, the trolley is leaving, like, really soon."

Enid hurried towards the station, tugging Yoko with her and consequently Divina; their absence revealed Wednesday's presence.

You flinched when your eyes met her dark ones, your breathing getting momentarily stuck. You had not been expecting her to tag along at all.

"Uh hi," you stumbled out.

"Hello," she raised her chin in a way you're familiar with, her hands gripping the edge of her hoodie.

"I didn't know you were coming," you said awkwardly, not knowing what else you could possibly say.

You thought you saw Wednesday's posture deflate a little. She slowly blinked once, her gaze roaming over your features; "Enid has been begging me incessantly, she'd be devastated if I didn't come today."

You shifted your stance and glanced away from her, pursing your lips with a nod, "I see."

A beat passed, you could hear the wind, feel the cold of it on your bare hands. You really wished you had gloves on.

"You're not happy I'm here." Wednesday breathed. It was a statement, not a question.

You looked up at her, really looked, for the first time in forever, it feels. The black beanie she wore pushed her bangs down, she has to move the hair aside otherwise it'll cover her eyes; it was longer than it was the day you first met her. Her nose and the tip of her ears have a soft, barely there shade of pink to them, because of the cold or something else, you don't know. The outlines of her eyes and lips aren't as sharp as they used to be. It's different. She's different.

"Why do you say that?" You asked gently, because maybe gentle is what she needs right now.

"You wanted space. It's clear you don't enjoy my company anymore," Wednesday gulped, "and I'm breaking our agreement."

You shook your head softly, "it's not like I hate you, Wednesday."

Wednesday's lips parted, and she felt like a fawn in the middle of the road, paralyzed by the blinding lights of a speeding truck.

Your words cut deep. They shouldn't. But they do.

You raised an eyebrow at her, there's a smile playing on your lips but it doesn't hold much happiness; "I actually wanted space for the exact opposite reason."

Stop it. Wednesday wanted to say, words tangled in a lump in her throat. Please, stop making me feel-

"Guys, come on," Enid's voice captured both of your attentions, "we're gonna miss our ride."

—

It was the stuff of nightmares. No, worse. Not even in her worst nightmares, did Wednesday witness this.

She was drowning in a sea of satin. There was silk and velvet there too; overflowing pastel pink, baby blue, and luxurious white.

The store had endless rows of dresses to nauseate the Addams girl. The dark color of her attire stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the fancy room.

Enid hurried in front of her, clutching close to her chest the dress she had chosen, "what about this one?"

"Disgraceful, just like the other six," Wednesday grunted.

"It's perfect, Enid," you were quick to interject, "you should definitely try it on."

The werewolf glared at Wednesday and gave you a thankful smile, before skipping over to the dressing room.

Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the cream-colored wall to her right so she could lock eyes on you. "Aren't you gonna dive into this meaningless shopping as well?" She inquired.

You could see Yoko and Divina on the other side of the store, the vampire holding two dresses for her girl as she followed her around. It made you smile. You turned to look at Wednesday, biting on the inside of your cheek; "aren't you?"

"I'm not going," Wednesday said as if it was obvious, "even if I was, I already have an outfit. One is enough."

You're not sure why you felt a little disappointed by knowing she wouldn't be there. But you nodded anyway, turning your back to Wednesday so you could browse through the rack of dresses behind you. "No," you said to answer her previous question, "I actually already have my outfit for the party too."

There was a beat of silence, you could feel Wednesday's stare boring into your back.

"Who's taking you?" She asked then even though she knows the answer, telling herself she was just making conversation.

"Andrew," was your answer, taking a single glance behind to her.

The name makes Wednesday clench her jaw, "he's dull."

"He's nice to me," you said then, raising your eyebrows at her tone.

"He'll get you ashamed at some point, you can do better," she shrugged.

"He's my friend, Wednesday." You told her with a little more bite to your tone.

"You should tell him that." Wednesday's voice would always be harder than yours.

You chuckled, mumbling an okay.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. She doesn't care who you go with anyway. "Why are you here if you're not buying anything?"

"Same reason as you."

Wednesday tensed, getting ahead of herself and giving her own meaning to your words. She took a breath and held it in her lungs.

"Enid was very insistent I joined her," you explained further without looking at her, brushing your fingertips over the floral pattern of a dress. This one was indeed dreadful.

Wednesday released the air that was trapped.

You shrugged and turned back around, carefully closing the distance between you and her. The back of your head rests against the wall, your shoulder short of brushing Wednesday's.

"Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to get out a little."

Wednesday hummed, her fingers subconsciously tapping the mark on her wrist. "Maybe we should just leave then, let them lose their time trying out these obnoxious clothes while we do something actually entertaining," She suggested, a smile threatening to show on her lips.

You look at her with a grin of your own, eyes glinting with adoration at the suggestion, at her. "That would be thrilling wouldn't it?" You indulge her fantasy.

"They wouldn't know what happened, or where to possibly start searching," Wednesday met your gaze with her own, hyper-aware of how close you were; she could feel your warmth, count the specks of color in your eyes.

"Maybe even assume the worst," you said in a breath, eyes lazy as they focused on the burgundy lines of Wednesday's lips and then back on the mischief swimming in her gaze.

To Wednesday, every minute with you was torture. Sweet, blissful torture as you dangled something in front of her. Something she saw as unattainable. She saw herself captured in a haze, unaware that she was shifting closer, closer.

"You said I can do better," you hushed, so quiet you doubt she'd listen if she wasn't this close but you were afraid to break the spell of the moment. Your lips hovered before you kept going, "who's better?"

Wednesday felt the shape of your words with each breath you took, raising goosebumps on the back of her neck.

No one is good enough. Wednesday decided.

No one, except-

"I loved it!" Came Enid's sudden animated voice, successfully breaking the bubble you had created around each other.

It was like a slap to the face when Wednesday realized the position she found herself in. She had been totally taken by you, forgetting any and all types of rational thinking.

She blinked several times, running her tongue over her bottom lip because her mouth was suddenly dry.

What just happened?

When you awkwardly cleared your throat and kept your gaze on your sneakers, Wednesday knew it had been the same for you.

"Oh," Enid looked between both of you back and forth, "did I just interrupt something?"

You groaned, feeling heat creeping up on your neck and to your cheeks.

"Nothing to interrupt," Wednesday snapped, pushing herself away from the wall and briskly walking to the kid's section of the store.

You figured she just wanted to get away. You can't blame her.

Enid was exasperated. She slung her chosen dress over her shoulder, placing both hands on her waist, "okay, I am done with you two. What is going on?"

You pouted, sliding yourself down against the wall until your butt hit the cold floor. "It's really complicated, Enid."

"Yeah, no shit," the werewolf started, "I can see that, but-" she cut herself off when realization hit her. You saw it in the way she lit up like a Christmas tree, mouth hung open with the beginnings of a smile. You cursed under your breath.

"Wait," Enid breathed, having trouble containing her excitement, "ARE YOU THE-"

"Enid!"

She crouched down to your level after the halfhearted glare you gave her. "You are, aren't you? You're Wednesday's soulmate." She squealed, her hands clutching at her dress.

You leaned your head back against the wall, closing your eyes and that was answer enough for her.

"I knew it, I knew there was something going on between you."

"Enid, no," you reached forward and took one of her hands in your own, "there's nothing going on between us and please, keep it down."

Enid shook her head as if you were speaking a foreign language, "but this is the best thing, I mean, you've found each other, you found your-"

"You know as best as I do who we're talking about here." You insisted, your chest tightening with each word, "it's a delicate situation so please, keep it down. Don't tell it to anyone else, okay?"

That seemed to bring Enid back from her high, she sighed, holding your hand between both of her own, "no, you don't get it. She likes you."

You closed your eyes, "Enid…"

"I've never seen Wednesday act like this with anyone else before, okay?" She pressed, "and I've known her longer than you," she teased, raising a brow at you.

You want to believe her, you really do. But you don't allow yourself to. Her hands are warm against your cold ones, the blonde of her hair is getting a little blurred in your sight.

"Then I hope you're right," you smiled.

She squeezed your hands and got up, pulling you with her, "come on, get up, you look like a lost child."

After locating Wednesday and saving her from a chatty five-year-old, Enid wanted everyone to stop at the Weathervane for some coffee.

It was a nice, cloudy day outside so the prospect of a hot beverage was welcomed; you felt all warm and fuzzy on the insides, both from your drink and from sitting in a booth surrounded by friends who enjoyed your company.

Of course, Enid made sure that you and Wednesday sat side by side, your shoulder brushing hers each time you raised the mug to your lips.

Wednesday kept quiet most of the time, her eyes focused on the window beside her, watching as the people walked by on Jericho's streets; sometimes, she'd lean her weight just a tad more against you, personal space being a forgotten concept.

Maybe it was because there was little room on the booth, or maybe Enid's idea of Wednesday actually liking you wasn't too farfetched.

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[mytardisiscoolerthanyours]

Dummies and Daisies: Dick Grayson/OFC Short Fic

Summary: Dick Grayson can't stop himself from visiting his favorite flower shop (or maybe flower girl) on his way home from work.

Chapter 1: Sunflowers and Sneezes

“Back again?” She called as she saw the familiar head of scruffy black hair come through her front door. “That's two bouquets in one week, I’m starting to think you have an addiction.” Her laugh rang through the shop as she walked to the front, greeting Dick at the counter.

“I can’t help that you have the best flowers in Gotham, Sunny.” He mused as he leaned his forearms against the counter. He started calling her that a while back during one of their many chats after she insisted that sunflowers were the best flower. “I just can’t stay away,” he said with his signature smirk.

She rolled her eyes in return. When he first started coming in, he had such an effect on her. Constantly make her blush with all of his flirting. At first, she thought that maybe he came in just to see her, but as the weeks went on and he didn’t make any moves, she realized that it was just his personality. She tried not to think about him flirting with everyone else he met, too.

“What’ll it be today then, Grayson?” She pulled out her notepad and pen, looking around the shop to take a mental inventory of which flowers she had in right now. “We just got in some really nice lilies, or maybe a wildflower bouquet?” She was already lost in thought, arranging flowers together for him in her head. She knew he preferred the more natural-looking arrangements, not the flashy ones that some of her more affluent clients liked.

He could see that she was already working, planning something spectacular for him in that brain of hers. He really loved watching her work. She was so passionate about her craft, and it showed. She had the best arrangements on Gotham, it's just a shame that not many people have been in the business of buying flowers lately.

Her shop was right on the border of crime alley. It wasn’t unsafe, but her clientele didn't have much change to spare, let alone money for flowers. She made enough to get by, but with her skill, she should have been the top shop in Gotham, or at least Dick thought so. That's why he always found himself stopping by after work. He never cared much for flowers before, but her passion and dedication kept him coming back again and again. He’d gotten so bad that he ended up there at least twice a week, always under the guise of wanting another arrangement. Definitely not because he wanted to flirt with the pretty owner.

“Dealers choice,” he smiled and watched as she nodded and got to work. She already had the perfect bouquet in mind, a mix of her local wildflowers with a bold centerpiece made of dark-colored daisies. Just natural enough for his liking, but still a little more elevated than just a standard bouquet.

It only took a few minutes to get it together, she was nothing if not efficient. It was like a dance as she moved around the shop, grabbing a few flowers from one basket before moving on to the next. Dick was entranced, mesmerized by her gentle movements around the room.

“All set,” she smiled as she handed the large arrangement over the counter. Her voice broke Dick out of his haze and he grabbed the flowers with a bashful smile. He was so thrown off that he forgot to keep the flowers away from his face, accidentally bringing the pollen too close to his nose.

Without warning Dick froze, took a deep breath, and let out the loudest sneeze she had ever heard. And then another, and another. She looked at him with wide eyes, he had never had a problem with an arrangement before. She went through the flowers in his hand, confirming that there was nothing out of the ordinary in there. He's gotten all of those flowers before but they had never affected him like this.

“Oh my god,” she fussed, coming over to his side of the counter. “Are you ok?” Her hands hovered above his shoulders as he sneezed, unsure what to do to help him.

Dick groaned between sneezes, he had forgotten to take his allergy medicine this morning. He always grabbed it on days he knew he would be stopping by. He’d always had a pretty bad allergy to flowers, but as long as he had medicine, and he kept the flowers away from his face, he was usually fine. But, today, he came here on a whim. He had just wanted to see her and didn't think much about anything else after he had that thought.

“I’m. Ok. Sorry.” He sneezed between each word of the reply. She grabbed the flowers from him and set them on the table, replacing them with a box of tissues in his hand.

“Are you allergic to flowers?” She was so confused. He had been coming here for weeks, surely he wasn’t buying something he was this allergic to all that time. What kind of idiot hangs out in a flower shop if they can’t handle pollen?

He looked up at her sheepishly, managing to get his sneezes more under control now that he had some tissues.

“About that…” he looked away. He tried to school his features, hoping the blush of embarrassment was disguised by his many sneezes. Reluctantly, he turned back to her. He knew he was in trouble, there was no way to explain his way out of this. “I’m totally allergic to flowers, like absolute snot central whenever I’m near them.”

“You're joking,” she laughed. You're here all the time and I've never once heard you sneeze.” She looked at him again, noticing the redness in his eyes and around his nose. “Why would you buy so many flowers if you were this allergic?”

He gave her a knowing look as if it should be obvious to her. He stopped in twice a week for an arrangement and every time ended up staying to chat for over an hour after. She liked it when he stopped by, and even looked forward to it whenever she heard the bell above the door ring. Their routine was the highlight of most of her weeks, and his business was a big part of why she could keep her shop open during this recession. But, it finally hit her.

“Oh…” she blushed. He never came for the flowers. “You do all that just to come talk to me?... or- or am I reading this all wrong? Because if I am then totally just ignore me and pretend I did not just say that to you.” The blush took over her face and she turned away to hide it. She tended to talk when she was nervous, and boy was she talking. Why could she never just shut up-

“Sunny,” he interrupted her train of thought. He took a step closer to her, now having his sneezing under control. “Of course, I come here to see you,” he smiled softly. He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Not that I don’t love your flowers, but you’re the reason I can’t stay away.”

She looked up into his eyes, dazed but unbelievably happy. She had always hoped, tried not to, but hoped anyway. She wanted Dick to be there for her, not the flowers. She often daydreamed in the back when she was putting flowers together that he would come in one day and ask her out. This wasn’t exactly what she pictured, but she didn’t mind.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Her eyes met his and saw nothing but warmth and happiness… and maybe a few tears from the sneezing, but she would ignore that.

He didn’t have a good answer for her, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just asked her out that first day. He wanted to, but something held him back. She was so sweet and kind, the embodiment of goodness in his eyes, and maybe he didn’t think he deserved that. What with his night job, maybe he would take away that sweetness and warmth that he loved so much about her. He didn’t want to be responsible for that.

“Maybe you’re too good for me,” he mused with an easy smile, taking another step closer to her. He knew he shouldn’t, but they had gotten this far, so why not a step further?

She laughed. If anything he was too good for her. He single-handedly supported her small business for over a month when he was literally allergic to her product. Plus, he always made her laugh and smile, which was a bonus.

“Or…” she countered, matching his step forward until there were only a few inches between them, “maybe we're just right for each other.” At that, he smiled, resigned in his all-consuming attraction for this flower girl that had plagued his mind for over a month. He leaned down, ready to close the distance between them.

But just before their lips touched, he sneezed again.

Hope you enjoyed! (Check out the full fic below) <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60135556/chapters/153448324

[elsaellaelys]

In love

summary: Y/N realizes she fell in love with her new bestfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

768 words

a/n: I just liked so much writing, had to make another her. Let me know if you have some request, send me a chat! <3

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It's not easy on Y/N's mind when she got this messy, JJ rent free in her mind, she just can't help it. His touch lingering just a little to much in the low of her back as he passes by makes she weak in the knees, blaming it on the hormones when she reaches to feel his arms as he helps she get in the boat, holping he doesn't notice, or the intrusive thoughts in her head that makes she understand Charlotte Flax in Mermaids. I mean, what she wouldn't give to be that can in his hand? Fitting just perfectly between those lips, having his hands wrapped around she like that, be the trail of beer down his chin, the wind blowing inside the loose sleeves of his shirt and through his chest.

Fucking pathetic.

Y/N is lost, no doubt.

This is not only a crush, she's in love. Deeply in thoughts about JJ. What is he doing? Where is he? Is he thinking about me? Inevitable to not wake up musing him, go to sleep meditating about it, heartbroken when he flirts with another girl.

After all it's not like he wants to date her.

Marry her.

Have her babies.

The HMS Pogue float calmly on the chill waves, John B., Kiara and JJ are swimming, Pope is laid down in the corner, Franz Kafka's book long forgotten on his lap as he takes a nap. Y/N is just laying in the sun, she moved to the OBX only six months ago, still can't swim very well so she rater not tire herself to much. The pogues don't understand how come Y/N comes to an island without knowing how to swim, a few weeks earlier she had to confess it, due the summer vacation, and JJ started taking her to the beach to teach her. That's it! Like a click comes to her mind. The memory of that first afternoon of swim class, begginin of July, school year had just ended, the sea kinda green and warm, JJ was teaching Y/N how to float. They were in the shallow, he backed away and laid back, chest appearing on the surface, to show her how to do it. She tried, his hands were on her back to help she lift her weight on the water, but the second they left, her body sinked inches, the gasp she let out letting water inside her mouth. He laughed shortly bringing her up, moving the hair off of her face.

"It's alright, just a little bit of water in your mouth" she lifted a finger in front of his face, turning around to blow salt water out of her nose. "Okay, breathed some too" he laughed.

She saw his eyes tight with the smile, bright blue orbs, laugh lines, hands pressed on her waist. It felt like the first time. Y/N didn't learned it that day, neither in the next one, late that week they had to find a quieter place after JJ pissed a guy trowing sunscreen on his surf board for making fun of Y/N's swim skills.

JJ never made she feel bad for not knowing how to swim, actually, he felt bad for not teaching right - but how could she learned when she was more interested on the teacher than on the lesson?

He swam to the boat pocking her side for attention.

"Hey pretty girl!" her heart twirled "Wanna swim with me? It's not fun without you."

Y/N agreed, would do anything with him. She slipped off to the water, his arm around her.

"I'm fine." she says "I can at east not sink, y'know?" But he didn't wanted to let go of her, the feeling of soft skin to good against his palm. He did, anyway.

"See?" the girl smiled.

"I see" he answered.

His blue eyes watched her sparkling ones, tanned skin, so shiny, tits looking so cute in the flowered bikini top, nice lips, so kissable. JJ felt the ground falling out from under him, even though he was in the water. How could he only notice it now, he wants to kiss she so badly, flirting is not enough, lingered touches, sweet nicknames, not enough. Remembered also how he feel so safe around her in such a small time together, how he wants to impress her just to see the proud lustful look on her face, how he felt when saw she wearing his shirt on the Chateau after getting her's wet - kinda horny, sure - but with a twist in his heart.

He sees. He knows now.

He's in love too.

[andromedabooks]

Minnie McG: the matchmaker

A rewrite of a fic I wrote several years ago!

Minerva McGonagall could be described as many things, soft was not usually one of them. She was known to be imperious, slightly intimidating, and rather honest with her students. Well liked as she was, it was not for her tender manner. However, Minerva did have a certain soft spot for romance.

And she knew better than anyone how to spot two idiots in love.

When Fred Weasley threw a balled up piece of paper at Angelina Johnson in the middle of lesson, Professor McGonagall had picked it up, preparing to read it aloud. But, when she saw that it was a detailed sketch of Angelina’s face with the words ‘My muse’ written below it, McGonagall made up some story about Angelina cheating at exploding snap and handed the drawing to Angelina.

She turned a blind eye to Ron Weasley slipping notes under Hermione Granger's books during class when she saw how Hermione’s face lit up when she read then; when she saw that Hermione pocketed the notes, saving them for a rainy day when she needed a smile.

She never scolded Neville Longbottom when he charmed flowers into Hannah Abbott's hair, making her laugh and blush at the end of the lesson when her braid was full of fresh flowers. Hannah always complimented Neville about how good he was at that growth spell. When he heard that, Neville always beamed as if the sun had decided to show its face in the dead of night.

When she happened upon Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood kissing in a corridor, McGonagall turned right around and pretended she never saw a thing. Those girls were always good for each other and, in her personal opinion, Ginny Weasley was too good for all those boys she dated.

She never shooed away Cedric Diggory, who had a knack for finding ways to sneak his way into her classroom during his open period to see Cho Chang. McGonagall also made a point to be gentle on Cho the year after Cedric died, inviting her to stay for tea in her office when it was clear the girl needed a break.

She never stopped Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas from sitting next to each other. In fact, she often seated them next to each other after she saw the way they played off one another. Calming for one, encouragement for the other. She never drew attention to them when they held hands under the table.

But when did this start? When did Minerva McGonagall start to foster love? When did she start to bring together children who needed love in their lives?

Well, it started a long, long time ago.

The first pair, well they orbited each other like planets orbit their stars. From a young age they were in the same gravitational field. They were so close and yet they could never get close enough. That was, until they broke orbit.

It broke when Minerva McGonagall picked up a note one dropped in an attempt to pass it to the other. When Minerva read the simple three words on the parchment, she couldn’t bring herself to take that from them. She’d handed the paper to the young, scarred boy without a word, smiling as the shock and joy lit on his face. That was when they began to fall together, a broken cyclical orbit causing them to accelerate towards each other with a calamitous kind of crash.

The second, they were like flowers. They began in contest to see who could climb the trellis higher. Sunflowers, roses, poppies. Lilies. Neither had yet learned that flowers bloomed under gentle care, not pressure. But then, eventually, the sun came out.

Minerva McGonagall watched them grow from apart to together. She turned a blind eye to his boyish antics and watched her fight a losing battle against a fond smile. She turned around when she heard the shouting match in the hallway, rather than interrupt what she hoped was catharsis. Catharsis may lead to them realizing that their stems had been tangled together from the start. So, she waited. Eventually, she got to see those little moments spent in their metaphorical sun. Little brushes and touches and the kind of smiles that no one had to hide. The kind of love that grew deep roots before it began to grow flowers.

Minerva thinks about them every year, on Halloween, how that love had been torn apart by death and grief and betrayal. Now two boys suffered alone, and the two others suffered no more. She liked to think that they at least had found some kind of peace, even if the others had not.

Minerva McGonagall hated to think that any other student would suffer the way they did. So she does what she can to help young people feel loved.