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thekingthatwrites · 1 year ago

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Hello tis I.. rain y day,

If you’re up to it, I would DIE for some Ned and/or Duck comforting Aubrey! I’m on ep. 19 and they make me sooooo so sick in the brain I think they all deserve big comfort and hugs and maybe even a forehead kiss…

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Yeah, I Get It.

Summary: Sometimes, having a gift like what Aubrey Little does can become... draining. Both in a literal sense and in the way that drags her down in every moment she can't seem to help the people around her. She's seen things, been told things, and can't seem to get the past out of her head. But, lucky for her, there's someone on her team that gets it more than anyone else. Duck Newton takes care of her in a familial type way.

Genere: Hurt/Comfort

Aubrey Little and Duck Newton | Familial

A/N: Thank you, Rain, for this wonderful prompt, I will indeed have a field day with this. <33

Word Count: 3,020 words

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It was hard. Being chosen to be something bigger than you were. Sometimes it felt as if there was no point in it. Being put in a position where one is supposed to be something more than what they were before, is hard, it's a hard thing to accept. Be it a blade that is passed down from others or a title and a gift given from another world, it's a lot of weight to be something more.

Duck Newton and Aubrey Little sit in this same exact boat. Standing back to back, they are two sides of the same coin, given something more than what they might be. Aubrey, with her magic, something unique and ... more than she might be able to handle. Duck, with literally being a chosen one to bring about destiny. Though, unlike Aubrey, Duck has been dealing with this pressure since his teenage years, without much of any break from his dance with fate, and in turn, his dance with Minerva.

He has no issue with the woman, his mentor, but with the pressure that he has dealt with, with the idea of saving the world pressed into the back of his mind, it was sometimes more than he realized he signed up for.

Aubrey, on the other hand, has ... something different weighing her down. As memories circle her mind, she's brought back and forth from the past and the present; not only that she's been remembering something that just wasn't her own. She remembered the memories of Alexandra, the young ruler of Sylvain. It was something that felt... intruding, something that she didn't realize at first wasn't her own thoughts, but when she did it felt bad. It felt bad to realize your connection to another world, even though it was slight, or at least she thought this was the case. She had no way to prove it, no way to be sure, but somewhere in her heart she just knew it. With the crystal, with the memories, all of it. It ... no, she had to be something more. Part of her loved the idea of it, she wanted to be the one to help Sylvain but ... another part of her loathed it. She already had to deal with so much, with working with her magic and helping Duck, Ned, and the rest of the Pine Guard with the monsters that infest the world; why did she have to have more on her plate?

These were the thoughts that moved through her head as she sat at one of the window sills of the lodge. She leaned on the cold window looking out on the forest, watching as snow fell from dark clouds that blanketed the sky. She had a somber look on her features with her lidded eyes watching gentle flakes of snow land on the window. A hand rested on her chin as she pushed the weight of her head onto her palm, keeping her elbow pressed on the window sill.

There was an emptiness in the air, the sound of wind passing through the trees was the only noise that was notable as she sat there. As if the lodge had been abandoned, there wasn't a soul in sight, not even Moira at her usual place sitting at the piano. Though, Aubrey didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't mind the quiet. She was a very social person, everyone in Kepler who knew her knew this as a fact, but today was a little different. Solemn and almost gloomy took up the afternoon, and likewise, it took her up as well.

She hadn't known how long she had been sitting there when she heard footsteps begin to sound through the lodge. Heavy boots on wood echoed through the halls, specifically, as Aubrey noted it, through the hall on the left from Mama's office. After living in these walls for months, she, at this point, has memorized it's layout.

When her gaze shifted from the window she stared out of to the other side of the room, she expected to see Mama. Surprise entered her mind when she saw Duck walking away from the hall, noting her with a slight eyebrow raise and a tip of his hat after placing it back on his head. For whatever reason he had it off.

"Hey Duck,"

She'd say, simply, soon finding herself going back to her original position. For some odd reason, she expected him to just keep walking after a small greeting back to her, leaving the lodge; he didn't.

"Hey Aubrey. What's got you goin'? All down in the dumps, it ain't like you."

Duck raised an eyebrow as he found his way over, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood over her, just a foot or so away. Once again, she just hadn't expected it, so she found herself looking over in surprise. Duck tilted his head in response,

"What, can't a guy ask a friend what's got her goat?"

He'd inquire, moving to sit next to her, leaning back into the corner of the window sill, letting out a soft hum.

Aubrey would watch as he sat down, allowing her eyes to just keep on him, staring with that golden and darker color of her irises. A silence ate at the atmosphere for a solid few seconds before Duck cleared his throat, trying to get her attention.

"Oh- uh."

She'd sit up, her posture straightening out as she leaned back onto the opposite wall.

"I dunno, yeah of course you can, but-"

She'd hesitate, furrowing her eyebrows, picking at one of her nails for a moment, before continuing.

"I'm fine, I guess."

She'd shrug, moving her feet onto where she sat, pushing her legs up against her chest, and crossing her arms over her knees. She laid her head down on her arms, a natural cushioning, as her eyes would shift back to the window. The snow hadn't let up, and it didn't seem like it would for a while. As she observed the outdoors, she would note little details, from Duck's car that sat in the driveway to Jake and Barclay hanging out on the front porch, slightly out of view. It really was a quiet afternoon.

"Yeah, that's one hella load of bull there, Aubrey. You ain't someone to sulk, so what's up?"

Duck would continue to probe and prod at the girl, wanting her to open up about her troubles. Listen, he wasn't really the kind of guy to give advice, to be some sort of therapist, but Aubrey was a different case. She reminded him so, so much of his little sister; he couldn't help but try and be by her side.

She moved her head, her chin sitting on her arms as she gave the other some sort of eye contact. Duck couldn't help but note the vibrancy of the girl's eye, the bright amber color of it eating all of the brown that originally was there. He hadn't gotten the chance, really, to take note of this girl's change, but such a thing would be pushed to the back of his mind.

"I'm..."

It was all she could allow to escape her lips for the moment. Duck watched as thoughts processed through her mind, he could almost see the loading bubble floating over her head,

"It's complicated. There's just so much on my plate now, ya know? With the Pine Guard to Sylvain, I mean, my eye and everything. It's just so much... so much I don't know if I can take on. I feel like I'm being built for something more than I am! Something that I ... don't think I can really be."

She'd look down at her shoes, moving them up and down for a moment as a way of slight stimulation. She'd listen as Duck would make that familiar clicking sound with his tongue before letting out a small sigh,

"Fighting with this, uh, whole destiny thing, huh? Yeah, been there. Listen, Aubrey, whatever the future has in store for you, you're gonna fuckin' kill it, I know it. There's no doubt in your abilities, that's for sure, strongest one outta all of us, for sure."

He'd lean forward, scooting over slightly, closer to the girl as he'd place a hand on her shoulder.

"Y'er stronger than ya know."

She looked at him with this hope in her eyes that wasn't there before, or maybe it was a glossiness that coated her eyes, Duck would never tell. She'd look to the side, placing her hand on her friend's, and let out a small chuckle, leaning back once again.

"Thanks, Duck."

She'd say, letting out a small huff and an amused breath. Duck smirked, copying her actions as he too leaned back,

"Any time. You're a part of this team and, honestly, we need you not worryin' so much. Try focusing on the present."

He'd look out the window too, watching as snow fell to the ground, coating the earth, as well as his car.

"Ah, shit that's gonna be a pain in the ass. Probably gonna be stayin' here t'night."

Duck sighed in defeat, realizing that by the time he wanted to leave, his car would be covered in snow. what a pain. Aubrey seemed to chuckle at this, causing him to look over. He smirked, happy that he could bring her mood up with such simple words. While she reminded him of his sister, they were very different. If it were Jane, well, she'd probably push him away. The two siblings love one another, that's for sure, but that girl doesn't need Newton all up in her business. So why not spend some of that brotherly love on the next best thing, someone he sees as a younger sister. In turn, Aubrey sees him in a similar light. It was hard not to with the energy that he gave off to her, the way he cares about the people around him, and wants to protect him. Even if he doesn't try to, he can't help but give the feel of an older brother.

Though, even with those words, such simple words that, for a moment, put her thoughts to the side, she couldn't help but get lost in her head as soon as he stopped talking. To Duck, the silence was comfortable, not realizing, as he looked out onto the snowy forest, that Aubrey was diving head-first back into the pool of stress. For Aubrey the silence was unbearable. It was suffocating, as she began to drown in her thoughts, her eyebrows couldn't help but furrow into a deep knot. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as one main thing floated in her mind.

What if ... she wasn't good enough? What if her efforts weren't enough, enough to help the people she cares about, to help Sylvain grow as a world, be more than what these monsters escaping it were making it out to be. She was given this task, a task that pressed onto her being and hurt her chest, the pressure was something unlike she had experienced. She knew stress, she knew the pressure of expectations, but this was different. Her parents looking to her, her father expecting more than the magic she wanted to pursue, no, this was as if the world was at stake. In her head, she knelt on the ground, cradling herself as she pressed her head to the bottom of this void of a mind full of fear and distress. The worry clawed at her thoughts, and she couldn't help but let tears fall, be it one single drop moving down her dark features.

"How do you do it?"

She'd ask. The words slipped off her tongue, not really realizing what she had even said.

"Do what, Aubrey?"

Duck questioned without looking over, and for a few moments, it would stay this way. That was until he finally found himself glancing over after she would be silent for a few moments after he responded to her question. He sat up, surprised at the sight of the girl, teary-eyed, looking out the window as she refused to make eye contact with him. He was confused, at first, but it quickly set in that this girl needed more than just words. With his own eyebrows furrowing, he, once more, scooted closer to the girl, putting a hand on her knee as he hummed.

"It's alright to cry, Aubs, shit, there's no need to keep all that in. If you need to let those tears go, let them rip. kiddo"

Duck tried to make the girl laugh, and it seemed to allow a small smirk to move to her lips, but soon after she found herself melting into a puddle of tears. She leaned forward, crossing her legs as she pressed her head into Duck's shoulder, letting out sobs that echoed through the lobby. She was so relieved that there was no one else to bare witness to this tragic sight.

Duck wrapped an arm around the girl, pulling her into a hug as she just seemed to cry. She grasped tightly onto the shirt he wore, something that was more casual than his usual ranger uniform, and basked in the comfort that Duck's hold gave her.

"How... how do you handle it all... how ... how do you cope with... with being more than you ever thought you could be...? That... that isn't just me right? Right? I... I don't know what to d... do. How am... how am I supposed... supposed to do all this bullshit!"

These words were muffled as she spoke into his shirt, grasping tighter onto the cloth. Duck wouldn't care, not for a moment, as he stared down at the shaking girl. He hadn't ever seen her so... weak. So vulnerable. It was heartbreaking that a woman who had such a fire in her heart could be so easily doused into embers.

"...Time."

Duck would say. He'd move a hand to her back, rubbing it up and down, trying to give her comfort. He'd let out a low breath, looking to the side, out and over towards the rest of the lodge. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure, and when he looked over he spotted Mama, looking more than just concerned. He shook his head before nodding his head up, dismissing her from the area. Mama quickly understood before she gave a nod back, retreating back to her office to let Duck handle the situation.

At first, he didn't know what to say. He was an expert in all of this, in knowing how to deal with the stress, the intense fear that came along with being 'a chosen'. Sure, Aubrey wasn't literally one of him, of Leo, of Minerva, not at all, but she was still dealing with the same shit he had to go through. So what was he to say? What got him through the times he thought he wouldn't be able to do what was expected of him? In between his doubts, the times he declined Minerva's offering, there was still the intensity of it all. To be chosen by some figure to defend and even save the world? It was a lot … so what got him through it all? Besides his friends who stuck by his side, the people who loved him and cared for him, what really let him push through?

"It took a lotta time. Time that I thought I wouldn't have, really, but time. Listen, Aubs, every day you will find more courage in you to deal with the future, hell, even the present. It ain't gonna be easy, I know you wish it would be, I wish it was for you too. But I know you're strong, and you have not only me but also Ned and Mama right by yer side."

He'd place his hands on the side of her head, either side, and pulled up to look at her. Her face was stained with streaks of tears, her eyes red and puffy, and of course her nose was runny. She looked up to him, the tears not stopping, not for a moment, as he continued to speak.

"So don't worry your firey lil head over it, we got your back. I promise you that kiddo."

He'd give her a smile. That smile held so much warmth, so much kindness, every little ounce of hope she needed in one look. Her heart wasn't in as much pain, as the fire that was fear calmed and replaced with the usual flame that gave her that hell of a stage name. She smiled back, sitting up and retracting her face from Duck's hands, wiping her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Okay..."

She'd start, letting out a pathetic laugh, one that dripped in obvious sadness that couldn't help but linger.

"You're right... for once, I believe you."

She joked, poking at the fact that most often he just wasn't that great with words. But lucky for her, this happened to be right up his alley, so he simply knew exactly what to say.

Duck snorted some at her words and reached up to ruffle her hair. Reluctantly, she let him, and would roll her eyes as she continued to rid them of tears.

"Thanks, Duck."

He smiled,

"Any time. Now go get yourself something good to drink, so you ain't dehydrated."

It was beyond her, as she watched as Duck tipped his hat to her once again as he stood from where he sat, bringing an end to this conversation. It seemed that he wouldn't let it go on anyway till she had done what he said. But still, it was beyond her how he could be so ... brotherly yet...

Thinking about it, the words didn't seem to come to her. Her eyes softened and, along with it, so did her features. She couldn't believe she really had an older brother, she just had to look in the right places.

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betweenthetimeandsound · 11 months ago

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--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial

"Take a drink," Alexandra smirked as she opened a bottle of whiskey, with its crystalline bottle more intriguing than the contents inside. With a slight twinkle in her eye, she tried to catch the customer's attention, he only turned around to note the door opening and closing. "It's on me."

"Thank you," the man smiled at Alexandra, hiding any sense of disgruntlement. When he spotted the drink, he took it and indulged in every fiery drop. Something had to wash his mouth away from what he said, and what it could entail for the rest of the year. Thumping it on the table, Alexandra trembled at the force--she already got visions from the last time a crystal shattered.

"Why would you want to pick a fight?"

"I needed to get some energy out, because I wasn't sure about who to trust anymore. I lost my savings!"

Alexandra smiled. "I did too when I got cut off from my parents--it's funny when you try to buy an oat milk latte and have somebody cut you off because your card didn't work!"

The man turned his head, trying to hide his bemusement of Alexandra's predicament. He twisted his lips as he imagined the taste of oat milk--despite becoming more ubiquitous in the grocery shops he sauntered in, it remained a fragment of paper on his tongue. Then he bit his lip as he gestured for another glass.

"What type of whiskey is this, by chance?"

"Haven't thought of it, but it's aged pretty well," Alexandra replied, looking for the label on the glass. "Though the next glass will be on you--could you take multiple hits?"

The man laughed. "I couldn't take a boxer's punch if I could."

"What are you trying to find here?" Alexandra asked as the man shuffled through his wallet to drop a twenty dollar bill, before smiling and pouring another glass. She softened her gaze as he acknowledged her kindness before sipping more of the whiskey, adding an abnormal taste.

He shook his head, realizing the intensity of the alcohol. "Nothing much; do you know anything about alchemy?"

Alexandra laughed so loud a couple more of the patrons rose their heads to see her giggle and wave her hands like a little girl. The man took another sip of the whiskey, grimacing at her childish appearance, which mirrored that of how she spoke about her lost credit card. She laughed and he observed the cavernous walls, before the scene quieted again, and normality resumed.

"Why would you ask? It's a fool's quest to make something into gold," Alexandra murmured as she arranged her stockings.

"So why do people reach out their hands for it?"

"Because they need something to make themselves worthy," Alexandra replied, before retreating to serve another customer. The man froze in place, spinning the melting ice cubes in his drink, waiting for something to assure him of his status.

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rose-of-oz · 2 years ago

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From the Taylor Swift prompt list: Genesis Welton + “You handle it beautifully.” please?

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 🖤

(Alexandra, I adore you for this, thank you! I hope you like it!!)

"You handle it beautifully, you know. The both of you."

While Spock merely furrowed his impressive brows together in confusion, Jim fully cocked his head to the side at Gen's words, looking for all the galaxy like a puzzled puppy dog.

"What do you mean?" Jim asked softly, laying a gentle hand on Gen's arm. She had to fight not to lean into the loving touch; they already felt much too vulnerable right now. "What do we handle?"

"All of... this," Genesis answered, gesturing harshly to her tear-stained face and slumped, curled-in shoulders with the arm that Jim wasn't touching. "All my flashbacks, my nightmares, the not being able to touch me sometimes. I know it can't be easy for you, but you both act like... like it isn't anything to you."

"Because it is not," Spock replied in his usual matter-of-fact tone, but if Gen really listened, they could hear the barest amount of genuine concern behind it. "Not in the sense that we would ever invalidate your trauma, of course, but simply in the sense that your struggles are not an inconvenience to us. They are simply another part of being in a relationship with you."

"But they shouldn't be," Gen insisted, unable to understand why they didn't get it. "You shouldn't have to deal with all of this, but you do it anyway and I just... I'm trying to tell you that I appreciate it."

"Genesis," Jim said, in that firm captain voice that implored whoever he was speaking to to shut up and listen. "You don't have to appreciate it. We don't put up with this, and we certainly don't do it out of of any kind of obligation. We take care of you because we love you, and you're meant to take care of the people you love. Your trauma and your struggles with it are not something we put up with, so please stop thinking that they are."

The captain pulled Genesis into his arms as soon as he'd finished speaking, tucking her head under his chin and giving their shoulders a light squeeze. Behind Jim, Gen could see Spock kneel down, reaching over their boyfriend's shoulder to lay a comforting hand on Gen's arm.

"When you really love someone," Jim murmured into Genesis's ear, "you don't let them struggle alone. And we truly love you. So don't think we're going you let you deal with this by yourself."

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 2 years ago

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this is a random question lol, but what are some books that have the same (or similar) vibe to your fostered, moth work, or seventh virtue series? ❤️

omg I love this question!

I'll answer for the books that have actual comps, because otherwise... there's no comp because the books are unreadable LMAO (love them very much <3)

Books 1-3 (Fostered, Hunted, Resisted)

The Darkest Minds trilogy by Alexandra Bracken

I LOVE Alex, and these books kind of consumed my life as a kid!

Slated trilogy by Teri Terry

Pretty much the early Fostered books are TDM + Slated smushed together <3 I was such a Slated girlie, lmao

Books 4-6 just don't have any vibes, lmao!!! so no comps there!

Moth Work and Feeding Habits should have comps in theory, but I actually haven't personally read anything like them (though I'm sure books exist out there, I just don't know!). They're so niche in a way that it's hard to find a comp, lol! They are very much both like each other though!

Seventh Virtue

Lore by Alexandra Bracken

I realize now that this is just me expressing how much I love and support Alex's writing lmao, but this was the FIRST fantasy book I've read in a loooong time, and I read it coinciding with when I started SV, so it was super helpful for understanding the genre, especially since it's also contemp. fantasy and takes place in NYC! I'm thinking of re-reading it or getting the audiobook too since I'd like to revisit it!

Bitterblue by Kristen Cashore

This is an old favourite that I read when I was 12 or so, but I LOVE THIS BOOK! It's literally... literary fiction lmao, but fantasy for teenagers! I've read it so many times that I don't know the exact number. This is more high fantasy I believe, BUT the structure is sooo Seventh Virtue--lots of mini plots, larger cast of characters, very slow and ambling but in a fun way. If I could write this book, I would! Bitterblue as a character reminds me a lot of Reeve, haha. I just re-read this book in the fall, and I’m going to listen to it again because I just love it so much!

Six of Crows & Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

New inspo for me since I read them in the fall, but I LOVE THESE BOOKS SM!!! I'm so late to the train, lmao, but the Netflix adaptation of Shadow & Bone initially prompted me to write SV, so it's only fitting that I love these books! They both share bird imagery in common, which I obviously love, and there's also an ensemble cast. I want to actually read this book since I listened to the fabulous audiobook, but I'd like to get a stronger grasp on Leigh Bardguo's craft which was so good it made me insecure for the first time in years, lmao yaaaas <3

I funnily don’t have any adult recs because I haven’t read any adult fantasy, so if you have recs, especially if they’re contemp. fantasy, send them my way!

Also, if anyone has anymore questions about my books, feel free to send them because I’ve been having a hard last couple days, and talking about my book makes me feel better, lol!

Thanks so much for this!

#asks #fostered

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holycorrupt · 1 year ago

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🌧️ 📚 and 📅 for both sam and francis !

From this Prompt list: Here Thanks for the asks!! You picked some really good ones 👀 🌧️ What is the favorite thing for you OC to do on a rainy day? Francis: He's used to a rainy day meaning he should just rest and not burn too many calories so he tends to spend the day reading or napping as soon as the weather turns. He doesn't like getting wet unless he's bathing so he'll avoid going out at all costs! Sam: He would honestly see it started raining then get very excited that he doesn't have to do any watering in his garden. Only to very quickly panic because he probably just hung some laundry and hour before hand LOL Otherwise he would probably use the time to make jam, bread or other baked goods to fill the home with warmth and good aromas~ 📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they chose? Francis: He has quite a bit of information floating around in that well read brain of his so he has a lot of options I feel like. The cop out option would be to talk about religious prayers and customs because it was drilled into him as a child. If it was a topic he found more interesting though he would probably go on a long rant about all the censored history and how rare it is to find any good information about life from before MOTHERS rampage. (If he lived in our universe He would probably have the same energy of rant reserved for the burning of the library of Alexandra and how much of a tragedy it is to lose all that information) ((he's a nerd)) Sam: So you ask Sam to talk about something he cares deeply about and he would go into a very long winded conversation about flower hybridization and the very complex way that color and pigment is passed down and seed selection and very much just talk the person who asked him's ,ear off, and then once he's done with that he'll start going and going about the actual plant husbandry. If you're lucky he'll realize halfway through how excited the topic got him and how much he's talking and get flustered and embarrassed for dominating the conversation LMAO 📅 If your OC had one day left to live, how would they spend it? Francis: He would do everything in his power to rescue Mary and get her somewhere safe. Even if it means sacrificing himself to do so. He's going to die anyway...might as well right...? Sam: He would have a much harder time accepting his fate (especially if he knew it was going to happen) He would probably break down and make sure he told everyone he cared about just how much he did care about them. He would tell them every fear and worry he ever kept hidden or lied about and try his best to make the most out of any time he had left.

#mtecomic #ask game #ask #sam #francis #sam would go up to his mom and be like #IM DYING SO I GOTTA TELL YOU IM GAY AND I DONT WANNA BE A SOILDER LIKE DAD AND--WAHH IM IN LOVE WITH FRANCIS!!!!!!

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aleburton · 11 months ago

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Alex carefully placed her phone on the kitchen counter, facedown. She wasn’t necessarily expecting a response from Zach, but the risk was too great to leave it unattended. Andrew had never given her a reason to doubt her privacy, having never gone through her phone. However, there were moments when he casually used her phone or glanced at it as she scrolled beside him in bed, sharing a funny post or two. The fear lingered that if Andrew spotted a message from Zach, it could lead to uncomfortable questions. Explaining her connections with Zach would be challenging. With these thoughts in mind, she collected the remaining dishes from the dining room table and made her way back to the sink. The warm water flowed over the dishes as Andrew finished his polite goodbye, closing the door behind them. His approaching footsteps were predictable, and she anticipated his next moves before they unfolded. His hands stretched out, encircling her waist as he drew near behind. Pulling her body closer to his, she giggled and playfully lifted her shoulder in an effort to fend off the imminent attack on her neck. Despite her efforts, his warm lips found their place against her skin, and a hum escaped him. “I’ve never known you to be so clumsy, Alexandra Burton. What is it about Zach Winthrop that had you all out of sorts,” he teased, a lighthearted tone masking any deeper inquiry. Even though she sensed the humor, her stomach churned at the thought. It seemed she had been less successful at concealing her true feelings than she thought. “I thought you said you weren’t going to leave me for him,” Andrew joked further, still unaware of the complex history between Alex and Zach. His jests were made in confidence, but if he were privy to the hidden truths, he would likely find himself deeply unsettled. She gracefully turned in a perfect pirouette to face him, her hands cradling the sharp contours of his jaw, fingers threading through his thick, dark brown curls. “I may have had a crush on him when I was a teenager,” she confessed, locking eyes with his captivating blue orbs adorned with flecks of brown. “But, I would never want to leave this for that,” she reassured him. Her revelation sparked something within him, a surge of confidence evident in his demeanor. “That’s good to know. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” he declared, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips. He continued, choosing his words carefully, “I know Kylie can be,” he hesitated, searching for a diplomatic description, “a bit much for you. I know you’re more of a black cat to her golden retriever.” He chuckled, his hands exploring beneath the sheer material of her dress, tracing over her thighs. “But thank you for trying. Clumsy or not, you’re perfect to me. You know that?” He affirmed, his words enveloped in a tender sincerity. Alex nodded softly, her thumb gently tracing the skimming against the day-old stubble on his skin. He lifted her onto the kitchen counter, lowering to his knees before her, and rolling up the fabric of her dress. Despite his touch in the present moment, her mind could not escape the persistent thoughts of Zach. The memory of how his body felt against hers, even in those fleeting seconds, lingered, prompting forbidden fantasies to dance her in her mind. The wrongness of it all gnawed at her conscience, yet she found herself unable to banish the vivid image of him from her thoughts. So, she didn’t. She allowed him to reside there in the chasms of her mind, even with Andrew inside of her.

After a long shower, Alex slipped into the bed. Andrew was already fast asleep, worn out from the evening’s events. Nestled into her pillow, she couldn’t shake the awareness that a restful night’s sleep was unlikely tonight, especially with her clandestine meeting with Zach just a few hours away. Part of her anticipated the reunion, relishing the prospect of reconnecting after all this time. Yet, an equal part of her dreaded it, fully aware of the weighty revelation she needed to share with him – that she was engaged to marry Andrew in less than a year. If he thought she felt an emotional impact of the music he had composed, he had no inkling of the storm that awaited him when she disclosed this new chapter in her life. There was a small flicker of hope in her mind that Zach might respond with understanding and happiness for her, assuming he was content in his relationship with Kylie. She envisioned him being genuinely pleased that she had found what she was looking for after so many years. However, her deep understanding of Zach’s intricacies told her a different story. Despite the passage of time and the emotional healing they had individually undergone, she knew revealing her engagement would be challenging. If there was even a sliver of hope within him for reunion, she understood this would quickly extinguish it. Alex’s eyes floated toward the ceiling, silently praying sleep might find her soon.

As the alarm clock sounded at six thirty in the morning, Alex opened her eyes to find the space beside her vacant – a familiar absence, given Andrew’s dedication to his morning fitness routine. She lay still for a few moments, contemplating whether she could cancel, feign illness, or fabricate some elaborate excuse to postpone the impending meeting with Zach. The desire to delay the confrontation tugged at her, but she knew that facing it head-on was the only way to put this chapter behind them. With a deep breath, Alex threw the heavy comforter off her body, rising to her feet. She began the meticulous process of making the bed, a routine that mirrored the methodical nature of most aspects of her life. For someone who had endured years of chaos, the predictability now brought a sense of comfort and security. Something she enjoyed. She took her time getting ready for the day, approaching her appearance with care. Faced with meeting her ex-boyfriend after such a long time, she aimed for a balance between looking her best and maintaining practicality. A full-blown hair and makeup routine wouldn’t be appropriate for the dance studio, as it would surely raise eyebrows.

She applied makeup with a light touch, just enough to convey a well-rested and fresh appearance without making it too obvious. Sweeping her hair back into a loose bun, she allowed a few tendrils to frame her face. Dressed in gray leggings, pink leg warmers, and a matching sports bra, Alex’s outfit would soon be concealed by the warm winter jacket she needed to brave the cold. Ensuring she had everything she needed in her bag, including an extra change of clothes and pointe shoes for teaching, she left her apartment and headed toward the studio. Arriving about 15 minutes later, she entered the darkened studio early, placing her belongings behind the desk as she began preparing for the first class of the day.

Zach was glazed with the surreality of them. Though he did not know this particular iteration of Alex with the intimacy he had known its predecessor, he would be remiss to neglect the physical tells she put forth to him. The picture of her face as she looked up at him branded the backs of his lids like an afterburn; it was an abandoning of logic, an allegiance to her body, her heart, and the way it seemed neither of them had been scrubbed all the way clean of the other. An invisible rope bound them together. She had nodded in dumb agreeability, their eyes welded in meeting flames. It did not aid in his dissociation from his own congenital response to their contact, of which was like being swept away with a strong current into a violent and engulfing sea. The loose taffeta of her skirt did little to evade him of the feeling of her shape beneath it; her slender, curved plains and the tight fit of her magnolia skin, a little paler from having fled the West Coast and its sun’s kiss. He tensed up, his whole body a held breath as her hand closed over the back of his, slipping her phone from one palm into another.

The transition did not occur with imperceptible grace as he had hoped it would. In fact, its downfall paralyzed him into the frozen posture of a guilty man. Alex bent to retrieve her phone from the floor, and in doing so turned her face up to find his, and the sight was so erotically nostalgic he could not help but detach his eyes from the bambi-magnetism of hers and send them up to the sky. As though asking for forgiveness. As though the cardinal sin had already been committed. He pushed a laugh through his nose as she rose back to her full height, meager as it was, and shook his head. “So you did,” he replied, their tones muted as though in respect of the dwindling hour, the quietude of a goodbye. “Tomorrow! For sure!” Kylie, bouncing lightly on her platforms at Andrew’s side, visibly fought the urge to hug her hosts goodbye. Zach roped a solid arm around her waist, containing her, and smiled gratefully at Andrew. “Thanks, guys. It’s been… exciting,” Zach said.

Alex unexpectedly addressed Kylie, inviting her noncommittally to a private get together. Zach eyed her suspiciously, ignoring the way her slightly disheveled updo now hung in loose tendrils around her ornamental face like gilded curtains to a palatial theater stage. She couldn’t be serious. What in the fucking world could she want to say to Kylie in private? Kylie, on the other hand, predictably flushed at the offer. “I would love that,” she accepted happily. “Drew has my number. Please, steal away with it, drunk text me, whatever,” she grinned, those sharp canines flashing prettily. Zach’s gaze cut to Alex as she addressed him next, a playfulness about her that assured him his song had not deterred her from him. He raised an eyebrow at her, chewing on his tongue as it pressed to the inside of his cheek. Then she left. Andrew saw them to the elevator, assuring them that Tony would be awaiting their arrival on the first floor to escort them to their car. As the doors slid closed, a relief washed him; the distinct, childlike feeling of having narrowly escaped detection.

For a second, they stood side by side like strangers, soundless and motionless, blinking up at the descending floor numbers like drones. Once it dropped two, Kylie squealed, drumming her platform feet into the velvet floor, grabbing his arm and shaking it. Zach, still rattled, laughed along. Mostly in relief, or more accurately, in disbelief. Alex rang in his head like a church bell; an Aztec death whistle. She hugged him, slight arms tight around his waist, talking into his white shirt and staining it with her rose pink lipstick. “Do you think they like me,” came the muffled question. He huffed softly, rolling his eyes, planting a flat hand on the crown of her flowing head. “Don’t ask stupid questions,” he toyed with her, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Unless you want stupid answers.” Her embrace pulsed twice around him, and she pulled away, craning her neck to gaze up at him. He felt his phone buzz impatiently in his back pocket. “Our lives are about to get so ridiculous,” she muttered, smudged lipstick decorating her shark smile. He only looked down at her, chewing his lip. She had no fucking idea.

In the car, Kylie continued to rehash her favorite parts of the evening, seemingly to conveniently skip any of the moments in which he or Alex had behaved unusually. Perhaps she was still ripe from the harvest, having been fresh picked from the vine and still glowing peachy full of fruit juice. Her bouncing around allowed him a brief opportunity to glance at his phone screen, upon which an unsaved number had sent him an address and time. He quickly locked the phone, swallowing hard, shackling a chain around the roar of anticipation rearing up in his gut. As Kylie distractedly began re-scheduling her plans for the next day to make time for Andrew, Zach spied an opening. “You should go tonight,” he offered forthright. She looked up at him, smiling, faraway. “What are you talking about?” He gestured to her phone. “Aren’t they out right now? You should go. You’re clearly not ready to go to bed.” Kylie contemplated this, biting down on a growing smile. “I do sort of feel like I still wanna celebrate. You don’t wanna come?” she added courteously, aware that the type of places she’d be visiting with her friends were not conducive to Zach’s health. He smiled thinly, squeezing his phone tightly, and shook his head. “Go out, Ky. You deserve it.”

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justkindaoverhereobsessing · 5 years ago

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Hey! Could you do the number 24 (“Is that a tattoo?”) from the fanfic prompt list, pretty please???

Fanfic Prompt List (Third time!)

#24: “Is that a tattoo?”

Abby invites the David-DiNozzos to London for the weekend, and since it’s only a two-hour train ride from Paris, they decide to take her up on it. Tali is ridiculously excited for this little adventure, having never before been to “Peppa Pig’s country”, as she puts it, and the journey goes smoothly.

They have a lovely time—neither has seen Abby in years, and the visit makes them both nostalgic.‍..

Maybe a little too nostalgic.

On Saturday night, they have a few glasses of wine with dinner, and it doesn’t take long for them all to go from sober to tipsy. When Abby offers to refill Tony’s glass for the fifth time, he protests.

“Thanks, Abby, but I think I’ve had enough.”

Abby sees him looking at the bottle with longing, though, and she grins. “You sure there, Tony? ‘Cause your mouth is saying one thing but your eyes are saying another.”

He glances at Ziva for help, but she’s feeling wonderfully fuzzy herself, and she just shrugs at him, looking like she’s trying not to smirk.

“Okay, alright, maybe I’ll have one more glass,” he concedes finally. “Two, tops.”

It won’t be twelve hours before he comes to regret those words.

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Neither Tony nor Ziva will ever be nonchalant or cavalier about Tali’s safety; they can’t afford to, not with everything they’ve had to deal with in the past.

So when Abby asks if they’d like to go out to a pub, they say no. “We cannot leave Tali alone and we do not have a sitter we trust here,” Ziva says regretfully. A night out sounds like just what she needs. (Or maybe that’s the merlot speaking as it sloshes pleasantly in her stomach.)

“She could probably stay with my roommate,” Abby offers. “I doubt Natalie would mind.”

“Key word there was ‘trust’, Abbs,” Tony argues quietly. “You know we can’t just leave her with anyone. It takes time to vet people. I’m sure your roommate is nice enough, but we don’t know her.”

“I understand,” Abby says sincerely. “It was just an idea. You do know her, though, at least through that whole six-degrees-of-separation thing.”

That makes Tony laugh. “You could say that about anyone. I also know Kevin Bacon and Obama and Beyonce, but you don’t see me calling them to babysit.”

“It doesn’t go that far back with Natalie, Tony! Besides the fact that you know me well and I know her well, you’ve got another connection to her, too.”

“What’s that?”

“She’s Clay’s cousin,” Abby shares.

She and Tony exchange bittersweet smiles.

“That is the MI-6 officer who was lost to a shooting, yes?” Ziva cuts in softly, not wanting to interrupt but wanting to make sure she’s following the conversation.

“Yeah, Clayton Reeves. He was a good friend.”

“Cool guy,” Tony agrees. “But I thought he didn’t have any family, Abby.”

“He didn’t know he did. Natalie tracked me down once I moved here, and she told me that she’d been looking for him for a long time after they were separated as little kids. And yes,” she adds, cutting off the questions that are clearly forming, “her story checks out. I know to be careful, too. Wouldn’t want Gibbs to show up guns blazing if I got myself in trouble, and we all know he would, damn the consequences.”

Maybe it’s Abby’s sincerity or maybe it’s that brief flash of regret for Reeves’ death, but something changes Tony’s mind. He wants to trust Clay’s cousin, and he wants to be able to trust people again.

Still, it’s not solely his decision, and when he turns to look at Ziva, he finds her already watching him. She seems to be thinking along similar lines, and they come to a silent decision. “If Natalie is who you say she is and if she does not mind staying while Tali sleeps, then… show us your favorite pub, Abby.”

From there on out, the night’s a blur.

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Waking up the next morning is rough, to put it delicately. Tony has a pounding headache and his mouth hasn’t felt this dry since his chat with Saleem in the desert of Somalia; the only bright side is that though he’s mildly nauseous, he doesn’t think he’ll actually be sick this time.

He’s certainly hungover, but the worst of it must already be behind him, he thinks. He probably escaped largely unscathed.

He hears Ziva gasp, and though moving seems like a terrible idea right now, he feels compelled to see what has startled her. He’s surprised to find that it’s him holding her gaze. “What?” he asks grumpily, not in the mood to be stared at.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“What!?” he repeats. “Where?”

She taps the inside of his right bicep, and he looks down. Holy effing shit. Looks like he didn’t survive the night unscathed, after all.

He looks back up at her in horror, but her shock has already given way to humor. She has her hands clapped over her mouth, sadistically gleeful. “Tony, tell me you did not!” she cries, though the proof is right in front of her.

“It’s probably temporary. It’ll wash off,” he decides, pushing past his throbbing headache to rise and go scrub the ink from his arm over the bathroom sink.

It does not wash off.

He comes back, feeling shell shocked, and sits down heavily on the bed. “Yes,” he mutters.

“Yes, what?”

“You asked if it was a tattoo,” he replies snidely, not enjoying her clear humor at his expense. “I’m saying yes. It is.”

The look on his face, half mildly shocked and half ornery, sends her over the edge. She starts laughing and can’t stop until there are tears in her eyes, because every time she glances at him and his general air of annoyance, the whole situation seems funnier.

Tony waits it out, arms crossed, and eventually, Ziva quiets. “You done?” he demands, unimpressed, and she nods, still grinning. “Good, because I have questions. What happened last night?”

That makes her shrug. “I do not remember much. I drank nearly as much as you did.”

“Then why aren’t you hungover?”

“Genetics?” she guesses, and he does not appreciate her still-smug expression. “Anyway, Tony, it is not so bad. The tattoo is pretty.”

“Pretty!?” Tony repeats incredulously. “I don’t want a pretty tattoo!” Ziva remains too tickled for his tastes, and it makes him grumpier. “I’m a man,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “A grown ass man. A manly man! I’m not pretty.”

“You are pretty, Tony, but that is beside the point.”

He still wants to argue, but at least that sounds like a well-intentioned compliment instead of a tease. “Then what is the point?”

“Do you know what your tattoo is?”

“Um, yeah, Ziva, I’m not that hungover. I know what a flower is.”

She chuckles but shakes her head. “I know you know that. But do you know what kind of flower it is?”

“When it comes to plants, if it’s not a rose or a sunflower, I probably can’t recognize it, no.”

Ziva reaches up and gently traces his new ink with her finger. It really is nice, she thinks, just a continuous-line outline, tasteful and, in her opinion, not ‘unmanly’ at all. “That is a narcissus papyraceus bloom, better known as the ziva flower.”

Tony’s eyes flicker from her hand to her face in surprise. “Are you serious?”

She nods.

“Huh. Not gonna lie, sweet cheeks, I didn’t know there was a ziva flower.” He looks back at the tattoo—though it’s on the inside of his arm, easy to hide if he doesn’t want it seen, it suddenly seems… not so bad. He is and will be hopelessly in love with Ziva, and after all the shit they survived, maybe it’s only fitting to carry something with him that’s so uniquely her.

“Now you will never forget,” she teases, interrupting his musing, and he reluctantly starts to see the humor in the situation after all.

“Guess not,” he agrees, rueful but not unhappy.

Ziva smiles, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Come, flower child,” she says. “Let us go check on our child.”

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At breakfast, Abby is upbeat and cheerful as usual, and she bustles about cooking five different things at once. “How are you two feeling this morning?” she wants to know.

Tony and Ziva exchange secret smiles. “We are no worse for the wear,” Ziva answers for the both of them.

“Glad to hear it! Man, you guys really let loose last night.”

“Yeah, we figured that out this morning,” Tony says with a laugh, reaching up reflexively to touch the physical reminder of the evening’s adventures.

Abby notices. “Oh, yeah, how’s that tattoo doing? You have to remember to put cream on it a couple of times a day. It’ll heal faster that way.”

“Thanks for the tip, Abbs. It feels alright.”

Abby pauses to flip a pancake and then turns to them again, gesturing with her spatula. “And how’s your tattoo, Ziva?”

“My what?” Ziva parrots in surprise.

Now Tony understands the evil glee Ziva felt earlier. Oh, he can’t wait to hear more about this, especially because Ziva found his surprise tattoo to be so amusing.

Turnabout, he remembers, is fair play.

#Alexandra thank you so much for the prompt!!!!#as someone with five tattoos i really enjoyed this one lmao #ncis #ncis fanfiction #tiva #tivali #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tal david dinozzo #abby sciuto #cynthia writes stuff too

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americasass81 · 3 years ago

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Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Kidnapping, M & F Penetrative Sex, Oral (Both M & F receiving), Teabagging, Mild Language, Fingering, Ball Insertion, Mild Drugging, Mild Stalking, Mild language, Use of Pet Names. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Pairings:- dark/soft CEO Steve Rogers x Female Reader.

Author’s Note 1: This is my submission for @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @navybrat817-shares Chris Evans Hoeliday Challenge! As seen from the dialogue prompt (Bold text), I pretty much let it take me where it wanted. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys 💖

Challenge parameters:- CEO Steve Rogers (Character), Sitting by the fire (Location), “Wanna deck my balls” (Dialogue), CEO Johnny Storm (Additional Ingredient)

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Will skipping your firm’s Christmas Party ruin your life or be just the thing that sets you on the path to the life you secretly wanted.

Total Word Count:- 7,567

The floor vibrated beneath your feet and while you would have loved to have been at the firm's Christmas party, you couldn't pass up the opportunity afforded to you with having the offices all to yourself. Sure it had been two weeks of hard graft, on top of your usual workload, to get the entertainment room decked out, but sacrificing watching your co-workers throwing themselves at each other in favour of finishing the last of the orders and emails the CEOs dumped in your inbox, meant you got three more days off. And damn if you didn't need them. Like everyone and everywhere else, the past two years had been hell, but hope was in sight. A new year was just around the corner and with it the promise of new employees to lighten your load.

Rising from the chair to stretch all the aches out of your tired limbs, you then headed towards your office door for a quick walk to get the blood flowing once again to your cramped legs. Stepping out into the deserted hall while eying the double doors on your left, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Looking to the right however in time to see the elevator door open, it was with the appearance of a waitress, Alexandra you think her name was, that made you realize you were probably just being paranoid.

Walking towards you, tray in hand, she stopped before your waiting form and reached out to hand you the glass sitting delicately upon it. "Bossman asked me to bring this up to you. Also told me to remind you there was a party taking place," she said as she waited for you to accept your drink. Smiling at her while figuring one drink couldn't hurt, you took the glass, thanked her and headed back into your office. Sitting down at your desk once more, you reminded yourself to thank Mr. Storm for thinking of you the next time you saw him. Though she hadn't told you who had sent the drink specifically, you figured between the two partners, Johnny had to be the bossman she referred to.

A very hands-on and present boss, the other CEO seemed the polar opposite and perhaps that was why the company usually ran so well. Rarely seen mingling with the employees, Mr. Rogers although somewhat distant compared to his partner, was perhaps the only person other than yourself who worked so hard and you figured this dedication was in part to blame for his standoffish demeanor. If only you knew the truth. This time hearing the ding of the elevator to signify Alexandra's departure, you swiveled in your chair to face the nighttime city view before bringing the glass to your lips.

Taking a sip of the sparkling liquid, you were happy you had followed your gut and ordered the good stuff before titling the glass once more and emptying half the contents in one go. Allowing the liquid down your throat to settle in your stomach, you turned back from the window as the sound of footsteps reached your ears. Finishing off your drink and rising to your feet, you walked towards the door to see who was now coming to disrupt your peace when a sudden wave of dizziness hit you. Reaching out to grab hold of something before you fell, you never reached the ground however as darkness claimed you at the exact moment two strong arms halted your descent. Too far out of it to know what the future held, you would in the days ahead, look back on this moment and slap yourself for accepting a drink you hadn't seen poured with your own two eyes.

Gazing down on your sleeping form, he sighed deeply as he held you close while the steady rhythm of your chest indicated all was well with you. At least as well as it could be. Hoping against hope that you would allow the night that was in it to lower your defences, it did bother him slightly that you could be this careless. Still, you were highly overworked and that he figured most definitely played a part in your undoing. So scooping you up gently and heading towards his office wing, he entered the private elevator and promised himself that from now on all you would know was love, relaxation and a lifetime of pampering.

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Coming out of the darkness slower than you had entered it, your mind tried to force its way through the fog to figure out what the hell was going on. Piecing things together, a waitress had delivered a drink, you had finished it and then . . . oblivion. No wait, there was something else. Something . . .? Sifting through the catalog of recent memories, you finally remembered what had driven you from your chair. Footsteps? Someone else had been there? Forcing your eyes open and sitting up sharply, the horror grew around you as you took in your new location. Waking up in the biggest, softest bed you could ever remember, the room around you only confirmed that which your keen mind had already suspected . . . you had been drugged and moved from the safety of the world you knew. What you still didn't know however was why, where to and by whom, but you figured none of it could be good.

Rising slowly from the bed, you were delighted to see your footing hold steady, so at least there was one thing in your favor. Pity the same couldn't be said of everything else. Checking out the room around you as you walked over to draw back the curtains, a noticeable impression and ruffling on the opposite side of the bed told you that it had been recently used. Cringing at the thought of some mysterious body laying next to you in a moment of pure vulnerability, it was only made worse in the cold light of day. As the rare winter sunlight streamed through the now visible window and bathed you in an unobstructed view of what you hoped was still your city, the pyjamas adorning your frame told you that at some point your mystery abductor had cocooned your body in something you suspected to be the finest silk money could buy. Running your hands lazily over the soft material as your mind tried to figure out who was capable of such a thing, your common sense finally kicked in and brought your focus back to the reality of your current predicament.

Tearing your gaze away from the vista before you, your first order of business was to find some practical attire that would help get you out of this place. Searching the room and finding nothing suitable however, you then made your way to the main door to see what lay ahead. Leaving behind the comfortable lush carpet of the bedroom, you were greeted by a wooden balcony that overlooked a high ceiling, open plan ground floor. Stalling momentarily here too to take in the breathtaking view before you, a noise below caught your attention and drew your eyes to the steps off to your left.

Waiting a breath to see if anyone appeared, you then moved quietly before reaching out towards the first door you came across. Opening it gently so as not to draw attention to yourself, it revealed a fabulous office that would rival that in any highly successful company. Peering once more towards the steps, but no longer hearing anything, your curiosity got the better of you as you slowly stepped inside. Taking note of the stunning fireplace off to your right and the amazing double wood doors leading onto the outside balcony, it was the desk in the center that your legs led you towards.

Walking around to the place of power, where the owner of this mysterious apartment would sit and pour over countless documents, your heart all but stopped as the framed picture on the desk caught your eye. Taken some years back at the company's summer retreat, your smiling face staring back at you sent a shiver down your spine . . . you never remembered this vulnerable moment being captured. Shaking off the uneasiness of someone having this unknown obsession with you, your hands began a thorough search to try and identify your captor. They didn't have to search long however.

Walking up the steps some time later, the only other inhabitant placed a breakfast tray on the first side table he came across as the open door indicated his prize had found her way into his office. Walking forward slowly to stand in the doorway, his breath hitched as it always did when he saw and thought of you. Watching you flip through the various folders occupying his desk, visions of your delicate body moaning under him as you lay atop it assaulted his mind and tightened his leggings. Noticing however that your fingers were about to close on a particularly sensitive file, he came to his senses quickly enough to prevent the inevitable discovery.

"Hey there sweetheart, I see you're awake. You maybe wanna grab some breakfast before we talk?" he asked as his voice caused you to halt your exploration. Taking a deep steadying breath before your body straightened, it did nothing to slow your heart rate at the sight of your captor. Standing there before you, blocking your only escape, was the boss you never thought would be capable of something like this. Sure Steve Rogers was reserved compared to the other CEO Johnny Storm, but drugging? Kidnapping? Even you didn't think the man you secretly admired possessed such a dark side.

Moving the office chair out of your way and edging towards the fireplace, your terror increased as he closed the door and advanced lazily into the room. Gingerly taking one step further from the desk for every one he took towards your previous location, he continued speaking as his hands reached out to tidy up the files you had just disturbed. "Please don't do that sweetheart, you're quite safe here." he said before turning around to face you. Sitting back against the desk as he crossed his legs, his blue eyes never left yours as your movements finally stopped.

Standing before the fireplace as your eyes flicked between him and the door, you were shocked to find your body betray you as he held out his hand and beckoned you towards him. Smiling triumphantly to himself as eight years of being his top employee brought you to him, the second you got within reach his arms encircled your waist before locking behind your back. Gasping as he then opened his legs to bring you closer, your hands came to rest against his chest as you tried to maintain some distance between you. His strength however proved too much, so your voice instead took over as his lips touched yours.

"Mr. Rogers, stop. Let me go," you protested as your fists beat furiously against his chest. Pulling back slightly to be greeted by your angry expression, his chuckle only infuriated you further when he asked you what was wrong. Lecturing him at length as to the litany of faults this fucked up situation found you in as well as his obvious involvement, his speed shocked you as he stood up and bent you over the desk before you knew what was happening.

"Damn sweetheart always knew you were feisty," he said as his hands held you in place though you still struggled against him. "Want to know what else you are?" he asked as your body stilled when he folded himself over you. "You're smart, beautiful," he whispered, bringing his lips to your ear as he continued, "and seriously overworked. But I promise all that's about to change. Just agree to hear me out." he finished and as you felt his hips move against your ass, the silk rubbing on your intimate area felt truly amazing. But you were not about to give in as your struggles started once more.

Kicking your legs apart as he now began grinding against you in earnest, you bit your lip to stifle a moan however as he spoke again. "Have you any idea how many nights at the office I dreamed about having you in this position? Do you feel what you do to me sweetheart?" he asked as his lips now found a home against your neck and his warm breath tickled your skin while a wandering hand moved lower.

Making its way inside your shorts, any hope you had of answering however died as his fingers came in contact with your heat. "Say you want this," he tried again only for you to shake your head vigorously. "No sweetheart? Should we see what your body has to say about that?" he asked and this time you whimpered audibly as his fingers breached your sex and confirmed what he suspected. Pumping them in and out of you as his lips now nipped and licked at your neck, his third attempt bore fruit as this time you finally succumbed to his skills and agreed to anything he wanted. Pulling back and helping you up, he then placed his arm around your waist before leading you from the room.

Picking back up the tray as he walked you past it, both of you moved down the stairs as your eyes began to take in the rest of the apartment. "I know it's a bit short on holiday cheer at the moment," he acknowledged as he watched you glancing around the place while he directed both of you to the kitchen, "but with what you accomplished down at the office, I know together we will have an amazing Christmas," he continued as he placed the tray on the table before pulling out a chair for you.

Watching Steve as he busied himself making some fresh breakfast, your mind took you back upstairs to what had just transpired in his office. Feeling the ghost of his hands once more, as well as the evidence of what you did to each other, you found yourself falling once more into your fantasies of a life as Mrs. Steve Rogers. Coming back to reality however, as said CEO asked if you wanted coffee with your eggs and toast, you looked down at the silk pyjamas you still wore before your eyes focused on the front door. Knowing it was stupid, risky and probably doomed to failure, you knew you at least had to try, and so glancing behind to ask for coffee, you used the distraction to rise from the chair and swiftly ran towards the door.

Making it only halfway between where you started and your destination however, a scream tore from your lungs as your boss's arms encircled you and he landed on his back with you atop him. Kicking out frantically as he held you tight and laughed beneath you, all movement stopped as his lips ghosted by your ear and his words began to flow. "Take it easy sweetheart, I'm not gonna hurt you. Now let's stick to the plan, eat breakfast and then we can talk. Okay?" he suggested as he slackened his grip somewhat. Finding yourself able to breathe easier, you dropped your head onto his chest as you resigned yourself to the fact that he would probably just keep you like this until you submitted. Accepting defeat as your stomach also chose that second to betray your hunger, he laughed again as he released you, rose from the floor and lifted you gently to your feet.

"Okay sweetheart in the spirit of saving us some time, let me clear a few things up. I like you, we both know you like me and all the doors are currently locked," he said as he sat you back down at the table once more before grabbing the requested coffee. Placing it before you, he then went back to grab the plates and, setting one before you, took his spot between you and the door. Looking at the food before you as the man across from you raised an eyebrow at you, you thanked him grudgingly before helping yourself to the mouth watering meal.

Finishing it quickly and taking the plate to the sink you then joined Steve back at the table to begin getting some answers. Promising to answer any and all questions, you decided to start with the obvious. "I guess my first question is where are we? I mean, that view looks like the city, but that's not possible. Right?" you questioned, looking over at his amused expression.

"I would hope it is possible sweetheart," he replied as he rose from his seat, held out his hand and waited for you to take it. Then leading you back into the living area and out onto the balcony, he continued to explain, "this is the top of the building. Below us are the offices, while Johnny and I got these apartments added when we purchased the place." he said, placing his arms around your waist. Explaining further that they had their uses when work ran late and that Johnny was directly below, any hope you had of alerting the other partner swiftly evaporated when Steve led you back inside and divulged the other difference between the two floors . . . his apartment was completely soundproof.

Now sitting on the couch as this powerful man sat beside you, you stared at the doors as your brain tried to process this new information while going through the questions that still required a response. Of course you didn't expect him to actually admit to his criminal behavior or his plans, but as he revealed that he had spent the last eight years falling in love with you, you found yourself feeling more and more trapped. No longer able to grasp onto any rational thought, he at least had enough sense to move things along.

Reaching for a folder you only now noticed laying on the coffee table, Steve handed you a pen and told you that a few documents still needed your signature from the previous night. Remembering now how this whole mess had started, you took the pen, signed away and sighed with a new found exhaustion as Steve put everything away. Then kissing your forehead, he informed you that he would just drop them back to the office while you headed for a relaxing shower. Asking where the bathroom was as he headed for the door, you hoped that some time alone would instead allow you to find a way out of his slimy clutches.

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Waiting what you figured was enough time, you gave one last quick look at your silk attire before deciding that being gone from here trumped your captor's appalling choice in clothing. Heading for the door and searching for the latch, you cursed profusely when you realized that Steve was right. Like the private elevators in the CEO's office wing, the doors here too were biometrically controlled thus preventing any unwanted entry or exit. Sighing deeply as you accepted that you were well and truly trapped, you figured you might as well shower and see if you could find something more acceptable to wear.

Opening the door and marveling at the luxurious bathroom before you, a part of you grudgingly admitted that living here would definitely be worth getting kidnapped, except for well . . . the whole kidnapping part. Turning on the shower and stripping out of the pyjamas while it reached the desired temperature, your ire rose again as you opened the cabinet and discovered all your favorite products lined up next to Steve's. Grumbling and muttering about crazy bosses and stupid decisions, you eventually opened the shower door and basking in the warm steam rising within, stepped under the welcoming spray as it eased the tension in your muscles and helped wash away your cares.

Stepping out of the shower twenty minutes later feeling more like yourself since this whole ordeal started, this euphoria was soon obliterated once you headed to the bedroom to find something suitable to wear. Opening the main door to find all the internal ones you ignored earlier also locked, the handwritten note on the bed told you that the red dress and candy cane knee high stockings were the only choice of clothing available.

Picking it up and scoffing in disgust, you quickly slipped it on before rising from the bed and standing before the full length mirror. "Rogers," you screamed as you glared at your reflection before heading back into the main apartment to find the man in question waiting in the living room, "this thing is not a dress," you challenged, drawing his attention to the fabric which barely covered anything.

Roaming his eyes over your scantily dressed form, he didn't even try to hide his lust as his tongue flicked over his lips before speaking. "I think you look very . . . festive, sweetheart," he smirked and you could feel your anger growing with every trip his eyes made up and down your body.

"Festive? FESTIVE?" you shot back, "I have lingerie that covers more than this crap." you shot back and the look he sent your way this time was enough to temporarily steal your voice.

"Good to know sweetheart," he said as he now moved further into the apartment and allowed you a glimpse of the box in his arms as he continued, "looks like those will be the next thing to go."

"Next thing to go," you shakily repeated as your eyes remained glued on the box though your stocking clad feet moved you towards the man who was currently in the process of rearranging your life. "Mr. Rogers, what's in the box?" you asked, though your head told you you already knew the answer.

"That would be the contents of your office sweetheart," he said as he placed the box on the coffee table and headed off into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before returning to your confused expression. "You know, since you quit."

"Quit? Are you out of your mind?" you shouted, looking between him and the box that held the last eight years of your life. "Between dealing with you and showering, when exactly did I find the time to quit?" you continued while trying to grasp any memory of the event in question as your fingers now trailed over the items that marked a significant part of your life.

"You don't watch what you drink," he pointed out as he walked casually towards you. "You don't read what you sign," he added as he now stepped closer and trapped you between himself and the couch. "Honestly, it's lucky I took charge of this matter before your carelessness cost the company," he finished as your body sank into the structure behind you. Realizing now that one of the documents he had you sign earlier must have been your resignation letter, you lay back against the cushions as the reality of what he had done hit you.

Reminding you that you were overworked, you tried to counter with the argument that the employees starting in the new year would more than rectify that issue, but Steve was having none of it. Explaining in detail that from this moment on you would live a life of luxury first as his girlfriend and hopefully, one day soon as his wife, he allowed this information to sink in as he walked towards the fireplace and began setting it up. Glaring daggers at him as you watched the logs spark to life, the warmth failed to reach you as he then traveled to the storage cabinet by the door and began unloading boxes.

Finding the noise arousing your curiosity, you turned around and peaked over the top of the couch to see all manner of festive decorations. With eyes twinkling at all the ideas popping into your head, you quickly returned to your previous position as Steve closed the cabinet and walked back over to join you. Smirking to himself as he took in the subtle differences in you, he handed you the box he was holding and asked if you would at least consider making a start. Looking up at him, you bit your lip and contemplated your answer until the sly fox informed you he wanted to head to the kitchen to prepare some eggnog.

Remembering in time that tampered drinks are what landed you here in the first place, you instead offered to help with that so you could both decorate together. Smiling while dropping the box as if you had just agreed to marry him, he took your hand and led you to the kitchen as you wondered what type of beast you had just awoken. Surprising both yourself and Steve at how easily you found everything, half an hour later, dodging gropes, kisses and sexual innuendos, you finally figured decorating the living room would allow you more space to shove between you and your eager boss.

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Leaving the kitchen behind with two glasses and a bottle of wine in hand, you headed back to the coffee table and the box he handed you previously. Pouring a drink and handing it to Steve, you then filled your own glass before opening up the box. Gazing down onto a beautiful winter skating rink ornament, you closed your fingers delicately around it as you carefully lifted it out. Marveling at the tiny figures and intricate detail, you glanced around the apartment and settled on the table on the balcony before addressing Steve. "Is it alright to put this on the table up there?" you asked, directing him to where your eyes had wandered.

Smiling over at you as his eyes followed yours, you headed off up the steps and positioned it carefully before inquiring what he found so amusing. Dropping the lights he was currently untangling to walk over to your current location, Steve plugged in the attached lead, flicked the switch and placed his arms around you as the figures below you came to life. Watching the little people move in various patterns around the imagined frozen lake, you looked back at Steve as he finally answered your question. "This is actually where it always sits. That's what made me smile. Your instincts and imagination so easily mirror my own."

Groaning at his assessment as both of you continued to watch the scene below you, you waited a few seconds longer before squirming out of his hold and heading back to the boxes. Hearing him sigh as he followed you down the steps, you took a sip of your wine before opening up another box. Closing it swiftly when you were greeted with bunches of mistletoe, you checked to see what Steve was doing and noticing his attention back on the ball of lights, you quickly hid the box out of sight. Opening up the next one to find a reindeer and sleigh set sitting atop a frosted garland, you knew by the attached hooks that this was made to sit on the mantle.

Heading off over to the fireplace, you lined it up as best you could before working to secure it properly. Making sure the corners matched and the sleigh sat directly in the middle, you watched Steve attach the lighted garlands over the doors before returning to the box to see what other treasures lay within. Finding two red candles in intricately cut glass holders, you placed each on either end before picking up the green, gold and blue baubles that you suspected occupied the remaining space.

Helping yourself to some more wine and once again checking out what your boss was doing, you silently wondered at the contrast between the focused and determined CEO you knew and the carefree, holiday loving human you currently seemed to be getting a glimpse of. Ignoring for a moment why you were privy to this side of him, Steve's words reaching your ears however easily removed the sparkle of the season.

"Hey sweetheart, you ever dream about me taking you in the office, hmm? Perhaps fucking that warm pussy while I'm on the phone with a client?" he asked as he noticed you watching him and your resulting silence spoke louder than any protest you thought to muster. "Oh you did," he smirked triumphantly as you turned back towards the fire and continued with the decorating as he spoke again, "and here I thought you were a conscientious employee."

"I am a conscientious employee," you replied harshly, picking up a Christmas bauble and throwing it across the apartment with the intention of hitting your boss squarely in his pompous head. His reflexes proved more than a match for you however as he caught it easily and walked across the room to hand it back to you. Taking it from him and placing it back in the box, butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his fingers ghosted up your thigh. But it was nothing compared to the feelings that settled within you moments later when Steve took your hand as the sound of Christmas tunes filled the apartment.

Taking you in his arms, as his lips met yours and his skillful body led you gracefully around the floor, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper under his spell. Twirling, swaying and dipping you carefully with an experience you were sure had been honed at countless business retreats, his eyes lit up the longer you gave up control to him. Just like him it seemed for you, Christmas had always been a weakness and this man was drowning you in it so much that if his next activity was baking and decorating cookies, you knew you would ultimately surrender.

Releasing you then as the song ended and a new one began, he picked up the now empty wine bottle and kissing your cheek, headed off to the kitchen for a refill as you tried to compose yourself. Shaking your head to remove the feeling he was stoking within you, your eyes falling on an angel had delivered you a perfect distraction. Looking around the apartment at all the work that had already been done, you called out to Steve with the question burning on your lips. "Hey Steve, where's the tree?" you asked, holding up the angel as he poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Don't have one." he replied before you interrupted with your next question.

"But then where does this go?" you asked in return.

"I had forgotten about that," he said as he pulled the cork out of the bottle in his hand and poured out a small drop to make sure all was well before turning his attention back to you. "Of course, if you're a good girl, maybe Santa will bring you one next year," he said with a wink as you dropped the decoration when he returned the corkscrew to the kitchen and topped up your glasses once again.

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Hearing him now humming along to the tune of some old time Christmas song, you opened another box to find garlands and lights that clearly belonged on the railing along the balcony. Heading up there as Steve returned and discreetly recovered the box containing the mistletoe, you began lining it up as he dotted the pesky decoration in all the usual prime locations. Then coming up behind you as you finished stringing the lights around the decorated garland to secure it to the bannister, Steve's breath tickled your skin as his teeth nibbled on your ear. "Hey sweetheart, now that we're done here, you wanna deck my balls?" he whispered as he pulled you back against him so you could feel exactly how in the mood he was.

Twisting your head to get a better view of the man behind you, you swiftly escaped his grasp as a determined look you had seen countless times in the boardroom clouded his features. "Jesus Rogers, tell me you're joking?" you questioned seriously as you tried to put some distance between you and the lust clearly building in his loins.

"Deck them, lick them, suck them, fuck them. I just want you to get intimately acquainted with them in every possible way," he said as he stalked towards you before carefully tackling you to the ground. Having strategically maneuvered you through the apartment to the massive rug in front of the fireplace, with his hand worming its way between your thighs and his eyes staring down at you with pure adoration, any resistance you thought about mustering suddenly died as a sound you never imagined making escaped your lips.

Grinning down at you like a child on Christmas morning, Steve continued to play with your folds as he nuzzled his slightly stubbled chin against your cheek. Biting your lip to keep any other sounds from betraying what he was doing to you, his skillful fingers finding their home against your clit soon made your efforts totally useless as you came undone for him for the first time. Breathing heavily as Steve licked his fingers clean of your release, your eyes widened in shock as he divested himself of his leggings and tossed them aside all while managing to hold you in place beneath him.

Now winking at you as his lips found yours and proceeded to leave you breathless once again, your fighting spirit returned with a vengeance when Steve moved up your body to straddle your shoulders as his package bloomed large before your eyes. "Don't be shy now sweetheart, time to get to work. They're never gonna go in easy if you don't get them ready," he jeered as his hands took hold of your head. Telling him to get fucked, he replied by informing you that's exactly what he had planned before squeezing your jaw and plugging your mouth with his semi-hard shaft the second you opened up.

Gagging from the girth, sensation and general shock of what was happening, Steve surprised you by gently working your mouth along his length until he felt your resistance fall away. At last allowing you the freedom to set a pace you were comfortable with, the girl he mentioned earlier fantasizing about him fucking her over his desk, finally made an appearance. Tapping his thighs enough for him to pull out, you took advantage of the respite to grab hold of an unexpected burst of strength, flip Steve off you and reverse the positions. Now with him flat on his back, you took his cock in your hand and moved it out of your way as your mouth descended towards his sac. Licking each one as his hands moved down to grab your head, you felt a sudden rush of power as this successful CEO began to fall apart for you.

"Oh fuck sweetheart, such a good girl for me. Knew you just needed an incentive," he spoke between breaths as you slowly began to work your mouth over each nut. Stretching open your lips before hollowing out your cheeks every time you sucked them in, a resounding pop echoed through the room whenever you set him free. Moaning out louder and louder with every repetition as your warm mouth alternated between each ball while your hand continued to pump his cock, he suddenly yelped and exploded all over your fist when you removed your mouth and nipped at his balls with just enough force to trigger his release.

Pulling back and licking his cum off your hand, you now couldn't hide your own grin as Steve's blissed out expression and heaving chest caught your attention and gave you a weird feeling of pride. Giving both of you enough time to come back down to earth, you then leaned forward and running your fingers through his hair, your warm, wet lips found his soft ones as they glided smoothly over each other. "So asswipe, was that what you had in mind?" you asked as both of you pulled apart before running your thumb along his lower lip.

Sliding it side to side as his hands made their way to your hips, it was now your turn to moan as his mouth sucked hungrily on your thumb before releasing you. "Oh sweetheart, that was so much better than my dreams, but we still have some more steps to go," he reminded you as he now took hold of your so called dress and ripped it clean off your body. Delighting in the fact that all you wore now were the knee high candy cane stockings, Steve then flipped you onto your back again before removing his own top and exposing the glorious chest you knew lurked beneath.

Admiring the stunning view above you as Steve's hand roamed over your tits and thighs, your head told you to enjoy this little tryst while your heart now hoped it would never end. Finally sensing the subtle shift in your emotions, Steve stalled his movements and rested his head against your forehead as a hand came up to caress your cheek. "Penny for your thoughts sweetheart," he said before repeatedly kissing your face until your thinking gave way to incessant laughter. Then allowing you sufficient time to regain your composure, he helped wipe the tears from your eyes before you formed a reply.

"I guess I'm just nervous," you answered as you looked up at him before you continued, "I never done this before."

"Never done what before sweetheart? Sex?" he asked with a somewhat surprised expression settling on his features.

"Fucked my boss. Teabagged a guy," you responded while trying to gauge his reaction to what you were about to say. "I've had sex before but never like this," you shakily admitted. "It's always been vanilla. What little there was of it," you finished, turning your head away from him.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered, turning you back to face him, "the things I plan to introduce you to. We're gonna have a blast," he promised as his lips repeatedly smacked against yours until both of you needed to breathe. Then smiling down on you with more love than any of your previous boyfriends had ever displayed, he tried to finally put your mind at rest. "Also don't forget, when it comes to fucking your boss . . . we haven't really done the deed yet and you already resigned. Remember?"

Acknowledging now that one niggling little fact, you suddenly found it didn't bother you the way it had earlier. Finally looking now at Steve as a man rather than a boss, you found the same shift Steve detected as your hand ran the length of his chest before dragging him back down on you to whisper in his ear. "Well then baby, show me what you got in mind," and then you watched him shiver as your tongue snaked out and glided around his ear.

Laughing out at your new found confidence, Steve winked at you as he produced a bottle of lube and popped the top before your astonished eyes. Then pouring a generous amount onto his hand before smearing some over your lips, he next brought his hand down to the cock still glistening with your saliva as he lubed up both his shaft and balls. Once happy with his work, he continued by bringing his hand to your pussy to add the excess lube to your already dripping folds. Licking your flavored lips as he lined up his shaft with your entrance, he eased himself into you a few times before stilling to allow you to adjust and get comfortable. Then when you nodded at him to continue, he shook your world as his hips began a steady rhythm of thrusting his cock into your slowly expanding slit.

Now moaning, groaning and writhing beneath him as he shoved you nearer and nearer towards your release, you really wanted to slap his handsome face as he smiled down on you before speaking. "Come on sweetheart, work with me now," he encouraged and as if your body had no will of its own, one hand moved down to play with your clit as your other pinched and pulled at your nipples. Working now in tandem as his hips sped up and his hands took over for yours, you eventually screamed his name to the walls around you as your legs locked his hips in place while your arousal gushed out around his cock.

Laughing gently as you came down from your high, it took you a moment to register that Steve had neither come nor left your core. Looking now at your bemused expression as he eased your legs from around his hips, your face turned even more confused at his next words. "Did you already forget what I have planned for you sweetheart?" he asked and no answer came to mind as he pulled out of your soaking snatch, leaving you temporarily empty. But temporarily was definitely the word.

Taking his hands and running them along your folds, he then brought them back to his balls and massaged them as you tried to figure out what he had planned. Then lifting his still hard erection, he placed his ball sac at your entrance and holding them tight, manipulated them into your hole before giving you time to adjust. Feeling the stretch that was both similar yet different to that caused by his impressive rod, your brain finally synched with him as his hand began to work over his length. "No Steve. No no no no no," you protested vigorously as your whole body became aware of what he was up to. "Do not do this," you pleaded as it now became his turn to laugh.

"Aw sweetheart, it's so cute that you think you have a choice," he quipped as his balls now jerked within you while his thumb reached out to circle your sensitive nub. "This is going to happen, so just relax, breathe and feel every part of me," he instructed as he brought his tip down to your entrance and ever so slowly worked his cock into your pussy alongside his balls.

"Oh. Ahh. Damn," you keened out at the sheer sensation of being so full as Steve marveled at the sight before him. Then holding himself in place while thrusting his hips against yours, you felt the breath pushed from your body with every flick of his hips. At last happy that the apartment was soundproof, your voice rose higher and melded with his as the sounds of your joining filled the room. "Oh fuck yeah Steve, keep going. Make me come baby," you cried out between breaths as his whole package worked you over in the most delicious way possible.

"Don't worry sweetheart," he stuttered, "I promised my girl she'd feel all of me and I aim to deliver," he huffed out as his other hand attacked your clit while his lips met yours. Seeking entry, his tongue now danced with yours and your mouths captured each other's moans as both of you finally came together in one of the most powerful orgasms either of you could ever remember having.

Remaining still within you as both of you tried to catch your breath, your world spun on its axis as Steve then carefully pulled his package from you with an audible pop and brought his mouth down to lap at your stretched and sensitive pussy, while you felt yourself riding the wave once again. Begging, pleading and crying with him to stop, you came undone one final time as stars burst behind your eyes and the last conscious sight you had was Steve's blond locks between your legs as his skillful mouth brought you a high you would not soon forget.

Waking again some time later, a glorious smell floating from the kitchen and the sounds of soothing Christmas tunes tickled your senses as two strong and loving arms held you protectively in their embrace. Running his hands along your arms as he crooned softly behind you, Steve rested his lips softly against your cheek as he spoke between kisses. "Hey sweetheart, you left me there for a bit. How are you feeling?" he asked as he wrapped a blanket tighter around your naked forms.

Looking around the apartment that had started the day being your prison, the warmth of the fire beside you and the man at your back, had somehow turned it into a home and this thought actually brought you comfort as you turned your head to face your would be captor. "I actually feel pretty good Steve," you answered truthfully as you did a quick assessment of your body, and while it was true that you did feel well used, you had to acknowledge that there were worse reasons to feel the way you felt. Delighted that there seemed to be no adverse effects from your coupling, as well as your more relaxed demeanor, Steve suggested both of you shower and eat, but discovering that dinner was still almost two hours from being ready, there by the fire as the holiday spirit sparkled all around you, the only thing you wanted was to feel safe and loved in the arms and on the cock of the man you knew would make your every Christmas wish come true now, forever and always.

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Out Of The Fire

Summary: After a tough call that leaves the whole station exhausted, Dean searches out Y/n for company. Only problem is, she is less than thrilled to see him in her room.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Firefighter!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K+

Warnings: Language, angst, sexism, sexist treatment by a superior

Author’s Note: This was written for @msmarvelouswinchester 1K follower challenge. My two prompts were ‘friends with benefits’ and ‘do you want me to leave?’. I had a joy writing this and putting a twist on what you would expect. Please enjoy xo Alex

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“Station 23, engines one and two, ladder one and aid car please respond to 33 West Belmont avenue for a four-alarm fire. Stations 12, 4, and 8 are already on the scene.”

The dispatcher’s words echoed along with the sirens inside her brain as the engine sped down the empty night road. Anxiety and anticipation bubbled in her stomach with every minute they grew closer to the fire.

It wasn’t common for a fire chief to call a four-alarm fire, especially in their relatively small town. Most fires only require one or two stations to contain them. On the odd occurrence that it was all hands on deck, every firefighter in the city felt a switch flip in themselves. With so much happening at once, it meant everyone had to be on their game, or it could mean lives lost, but this was what they were trained for, and it’s what she felt called to do, so she would swallow all of that down and prepare herself for a long and dangerous night.

As the engine rolled on, her knee began to bounce in its place as she watched the engine lights reflecting off the building as they passed. She felt a weight against her leg, halting her movements and her head snapped forward to meet the cadmium irises of her Lieutenant. Dean motioned for her to remove her headset. The firefighter complied, pulling one side from its place on her ear as Dean did the same.

“You good?” He questioned, covering up the mic that was still by his mouth to keep silence on the radio.

“Yup, ready to go,” Y/n answered with a soft smile. She tried her best to convey her preparedness as the engine barrelled down the road. Dean simply nodded his understanding, and the pair put their headphones back into place.

The great thing about Dean was he knew when not to push. Since she had met the oldest Winchester sibling back in the fire academy, the pair of them were inseparable. They developed a shorthand quickly, and it felt as though they had known each other their whole lives. So even though he asked, Dean knew the thoughts racing through her mind, and she was thankful that he chose to be a silent shoulder instead of a nagging superior.

Only minutes later, the engine was pulling up to the blazing fire. The flames could be seen before anyone even stepped off their trucks. The inferno licked from every orifice of the warehouse, sending thick heavy plumes of smoke into the night sky. Firefighters, police, and civilians filled the parking lot surrounding them. It was all chaos to the untrained eye, and maybe it was, but to every first responder, it was a well-choreographed dance.

Station 23’s captain, Bobby Singer, led the team to the incident commander for their assignments. As they came up to the command center, Y/n frowned, seeing the unfortunate battalion chief that just happened to be heading up this scene.

“Winchester, Novak, Lafitte, you guys are on fire control, charlie side. Singer, I need you to head up evacuation.” Chief Shurley spat out his directions without so much as greeting anybody. “Milligan and Walker head over to the first aid tent and talk to Gabe for further instruction. Um…”

Y/n rolled her eyes under her helmet when their Chief pointed towards her and Donna as he tried to remember their names. She felt the mutual shift in Donna’s demeanor as the memory of the other four times he had done this came to mind.

“Ah yes, Hanscum and Y/L/N, you ladies are on crowd control.” Shurley dismissively waved towards his left. Y/n followed his passing glance, finding the cops holding back the crowd of civilians that had gathered, her eyes quickly finding the one other female firefighter in the city, Jo Harvelle, standing awkwardly near the barricades with nothing to do.

“Sir, are you sure you don’t need us somewhere else? The cops have the crowd under control.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“I just feel like our abilities are better served somewhere else,” Y/n protested again, this time earning herself a hardened glare from their battalion chief.

“Are you questioning my authority on the scene? You do as you are told,” he doubled down on his decision, stepping into Y/n’s space as he attempted to make himself larger. It was a tactic the woman had seen time and time again with him. She didn’t want to say Napoleon complex, but if the shoe fit…

A fight raged inside her as the man stared her down. On the one hand, she hated the misogynistic way Chuck led this city, and she wanted to dismantle everything he stood for. On the other hand, she wanted to keep her job, and even if he was a tiny little man, this particular instance was rare after all.

In a last-ditch effort to not let him walk all over her, she cast a pleading glance towards her fellow firefighters, hoping someone would back her up… anyone. Each guy stood there awkwardly, clearly not wanting to get involved. Even as she looked to her Lieutenant, he refused to make eye contact with her. It made her blood boil even more than the fire raging behind them that the one person she could always count on had chosen to leave her hanging and only to save his own ass.

With a sigh, she turned on her heel, reluctantly backing down this time. She heard Chuck shout at everyone to get moving behind her and the footsteps of Donna catching up to her.

“You got crowd control too, huh?” Jo frowned as she watched the other two women approach the barricades.

“Yeah, what else? You know Shurley thinks we are only good for standing around with our heads up our asses or flaunting our breasts to the news outlets so the world can see we are a progressive city.” Y/n ground her teeth together as she turned back towards the warehouse, watching the building burn and feeling utterly helpless to do anything about it. And if there was one thing she hated, it was feeling useless.

“One of these days, I’m going to show him where he can stick that condescending little tone of his,” Jo sneered, eliciting a chuckle from her coworkers.

“One day…”

****

The sun had already begun creeping over the horizon by the time Station 23 pulled their engines back into the barn. The crew was exhausted, sweaty, and reeked of smoke as they slunk towards their living quarters. The whole team was silent as they undressed and hung their gear for later cleaning.

Y/n was the first to slink off to her private quarters, opting to skip her shower as she barely worked up a sweat standing with the cops all night. The door slammed shut behind her, and she wasted no time stripping down to her sleepwear.

The first responder dropped her tired body onto the twin bed that was provided for all team members. The cheap comforter scratched against her exposed skin, not that she could be bothered by it, instead choosing to keep her eyes focused on the shadows that the small bedside lamp was casting across the white ceiling.

Stupidly, she assumed that being back at the station would help to ease some of the anger that was coursing through her veins, and as usual, she was wrong. The silence of her room only served to allow her mind to race through the situation over and over. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Of course, she knew when she took this job that people would have a problem with her being a woman, but she was tired of being constantly sidelined. Y/n was damn good at her job if you asked anyone in her station. The other idiots in the city couldn’t handle being shown up by a female. It was frustrating as hell, and honestly, she just wanted to put her ax into a wall at the moment.

As she let a puff of air escape her lips, a creaking of the wooden door to her quarters had her lifting her head towards the sound. She supported her body up on her forearms as the light from the hall poured into her dimly lit room, followed closely by a tall, dark figure. Y/n squinted as her pupils adjusted to the light, and the features of the intruder became clear.

“Dean?”

“Hey,” he smiled, gently shutting the door behind him. The firefighter stood by the door in just a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips. Y/n could tell his hair was wet, the short spikes standing in every direction, even in the low light. He stalked towards her, a grin on his face as he leaned over her. But Y/n put up her hands, stopping his advance just before his lips met her cheek.

“What are you doing?” She gently pushed him from her, earning a frown from the freshly showered man. The woman knew full well what Dean was searching for when he snuck into her room, seeing as it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened.

“The whole station is hunkering down for a few hours,” Dean explained, his grin never faltering as he dropped his voice an octave. “Nobody will be missing us.”

“No, not tonight, Dean,” she grimaced and sat up fully on the bed. Her brows were knit together on the center of her forehead as she looked towards the intruder into her bunker. Dean blinked at her for a moment as his brain processed this unforeseen turn of events. This was a first in the years they have spent together, and frankly, he was confused.

“Right… yeah, of course. My bad,” The firefighter stuttered out, rubbing one of his palms against his neck as he struggled to protect his wounded ego. “I guess… do you want me to leave?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Dean drew out the word on his tongue before he half turned to leave. He paused, his hand brushing the metal of the doorknob just slightly before he turned back to his friend. “We are friends, right?”

“Sure, Dean,” Y/n sighed. It was true, after all, and she hated just how hurt his voice sounded as he questioned their relationship.

“Then do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you? And don’t say you are fine because I know you better than that.”

“I don’t really think right now is the best time,” she attempted to circumvent his questioning, but Dean wasn’t having it.

“If something is bothering you, then talk to me, Y/n/n.” The woman rolled her eyes at his words. The anger that had been churning inside her since she was sidelined earlier in the evening finally spilled over. The last thing she wanted right now was to talk to one of the people who had pissed her off.

“You are, Dean! You are bothering me!” Her words came out in a hushed exclamation. Dean reared back from her outburst. He had sensed she was upset, but this was the last reaction he had expected of her.

“I’ll be going then-”

“No, you don’t get it,” she cut him off, the words spilling out of her now that the dam had broken. “This job, fighting fires and saving people, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I’ve dedicated my life to this job, and I’m damn good at it. So you can imagine how utterly frustrating it is to constantly be treated as a second-class citizen simply because you are a woman.”

“What has that got to do with me?”

“You didn’t have my back out there. You say we are friends, and yet you let Shurley just toss the other girls and me aside.”

“Since when do you need my help standing up for yourself?” Dean curled a lip at her ranting.

“Forget it; I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Y/n breathed, the fight inside her waning quickly.

“Then make me understand.”

“It’s not that simple,”

“Of course, it is,” Dean countered, now equally as riled up as his friend. He wanted to understand this pain that troubled her so deeply, and he wanted to help.

“I’m done, Dean. I’m done fighting. I’m done wasting my time on a thankless job, and I’m done with someone who doesn’t care about me enough to stand up for me when I’m being mistreated.” Her words bit hard into the dark room, surprising herself just as much as they surprised Dean.

“What are you saying?” Dean’s voice caved as he waited for a response he wasn’t sure he truly wanted.

“We can’t do this anymore,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“That’s selfish, you know,” Dean shook his head at her admittance. “How dare you say I don’t care about you. After everything we’ve been through together, you know me better than that. I’m sorry that I made a mistake, and I’m sorry that Shurley is a dick but do not put this on me.”

“Dean.”

“No, you are scared, and you are making excuses so you can pull away. I know you.”

“What am I scared of, Dean? Please, enlighten me.” Y/n scoffed at the audacity he had to tell her what she was feeling.

“Of this,” he gestured between the two of them. “Of us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that I love you, and you love me, but you are too stubborn to admit it. And now you are making whatever excuse you can so you don’t have to feel it. You asked for no strings attached, and I gave that to you, but you can’t deny that this has become far more than either of us imagined. I’m in too deep now, and I won’t let you go that easily.” Y/n froze, his words sending ice through her nervous system. She wanted to scream at him to get out, wanted to call him every name in the book for thinking that he could say that to her with such conviction.

“How dare you tell me how I feel, Dean,” she seethed, her hands balling up into fists at her sides. Y/n was pissed, and maybe rightfully so, but maybe it was because there was a part of her that knew he was right. How could she not have fallen in love with Dean Winchester? He was the whole package wrapped up in a handsome bow, and more than that, he understood the want and need to help others. If Y/n was telling the truth, she fell in love with him long before they ever fell into bed together. But their relationship was doomed from the beginning because the life they lived and the jobs they chose meant extraordinary risks every day. Any shift, either one of them could end up not coming home, and so Y/n had to protect her heart because losing her friend was a lot easier than losing the love of her life.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong,” Dean challenged. He refused to let her back down now. Everything was on the table, and there were only two ways this would go. He wouldn’t let her off the hook until he had the closure he needed.

The woman cast her eyes aware from his stare, unable to lie to his face, and Dean just nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

“Are you happy now? You got what you wanted, now leave.” Tears were now brimming in the corners of her eyes as she pushed him back towards the door. Dean grabbed her wrists and pulled her palms from where they landed on his bare chest, pulling her body against his own. She melted into his embrace in an instant, the comfortable familiarity of being in his arms tearing down the walls she had put up around her heart. He pressed his pink lips against the crown of her head as he quietly whispered comforting words against her hair. Y/n took a few deep breaths, inhaling the scent of his body wash, fresh and strong after his post-fire shower.

“I’m not going anywhere. I know I fucked up, but if you promise to stop pushing me away, I’ll promise to do better,” he assured her as he noticed her breathing beginning to level out. The woman closed her eyes briefly before looking up at him. A twinkle of hope shone in his eyes as he smiled down at her, and there was something about the almost childlike wonder there that had her smiling back up at him.

“I would love to agree to those terms, but Dean, you know better.”

“All I ask is that you try. Will you try for me?” He pushed a few of her frizzy hairs behind her ear as he awaited her answer.

“I’ll try, but only for you,” she agreed, knowing that was all she could give to him at that moment. Because even if their life wasn’t perfect and even if she was scared out of her mind about all things that could go wrong, one thing she knew for sure was that he was right. Damn him; he was always right. Y/n was sure that she did, in fact, love the green-eyed firefighter.

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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Pumpkin Spice

A piece of SSS The Early Years No real pairing. Flirtation with Casey, mention of Rita x reader. Warnings: language, chaos/sass, mentions of Alex’s “death”. Covers the PSL square for bingo.

Autumn had fallen over the city, the air finally cooled enough to leave windows open all day, the nights filled with tea and hot chocolate, walks through the park including going out of your way to crunch on orange and yellow leaves. You were well settled into Manhattan’s Vice squad, your stint working with the FBI having finally come to a close (much to the relief of your Mother).

Today, you’d been called to testify in one of the open cases, spending the morning at the courthouse, managing to slip out for lunch with your work partner Ayanna, gossiping and nearly trash talking over your food. Afterwards, she headed back to the precinct, ready to take a couple of new statements on your most recent case while you took a bit of a longer break, knowing that you should probably stick around the courthouse to see how things landed at the end of the day.

On your way back, you popped around the corner to the Starbucks, thanks to fall, they’d finally launched their autumn menu, and you were eager to get your first pumpkin spiced latte of the season. You ordered a second one on top of yours, knowing that despite not being a coffee drinker, usually opting for tea instead, Alex had such an incredible weakness for the sugary beverage. It had started back when you were in college, before the blonde had moved off to Massachusetts to go to Harvard, the late nights studying, and your love for the seasonal drink prompting her to try one. You often teased her about it, especially once you’d settled into your professional fields, lawyers usually preferring plain or unflavoured caffeinated beverages. It became your tradition, you’d always meet up the first day they launched, chatting animatedly as you caught up over coffee, often ranting about college classes, complaining about work, how certain cases were dragging you down. You wondered briefly if she’d had one already this year since they’d been out for a week or so, but you’d been so caught up in work, you’d nearly forgotten.

Thanks to your Mom, you’d had clearance into the DA’s office since you were around eight, now, if the front desk didn’t know you, a simple flash of the badge was all it would take to be able to make your way to the elevator. You were up on the fourth floor, a smile on your face as you approached Alex’s office, excited, unable to truly remember the last time you’d actually gotten to see her. Your arm outstretched to push open the door when you realized it was shut, and then you remembered.

You let out a disappointed sigh, your fingers softly dancing across the engraved glass, ‘Alexandra Cabot’ had been wiped away two weeks ago. A new name in its place, you did your best to not roll your eyes, not sure who had taken over the office, but ‘Kristen Torres’ wasn’t who you were looking for right now. You glanced at your watch, wondering if your Mom would be in her office or off chasing around whatever baby prosecutors were working SVU right now, figuring you may as well try, you headed back to the elevator, going up a couple of floors.

Thankfully, her office door was open, you knocked briefly on the frame before leaning against it, giving her a moment to wrap up the phone call, seeing if she had a moment to talk or was too busy.

“Are you going to come in or are you just going to stare?” Liz asked dryly, though you knew she was teasing. You let out a small huff of a laugh, stepping into her office, “aren’t you a bit out of your neighbourhood?”

“I had to testify.” You placed a cup down on her desk as you dropped into a chair, “and…that’s not your usual…”

“Oh?” She raised a brow.

“It’s pumpkin spice…” you nearly winced and Liz rolled her eyes.

“It’s not my favourite, but it’s caffeine, so I’ll take it.” She took a swig, grimacing at the sweetness of it, “why did you show up here with two pumpkin lattes?”

“I got it for Alex…” you frowned as you took a sip of your own, “forgot about it til I was at her office door. I guess I didn’t realize I hadn’t been here since it happened.”

“You alright sweetheart?” Liz asked softly, her eyes fixed on you as she watched you play with the hem of your blazer, knowing just how much you missed one of your best friends.

“Yeah.” You flashed her a smile, a genuine real one, “I mean, it took a lot to get over, and it’ll take a long time to cope with these little things we used to do together. But I know things will all work out, certain things will just take some time. I’m good. I promise.”

“You’d tell me if it was bothering you, right?”

“Of course.” You nearly laughed, “Mom, come on, when have I ever been anything but open with you? I miss Alex, I really do. And as much as I wanted to transfer into SVU to try and take down the bastard that…killed her, there were no openings, and that’s whatever life has planned for me. I know that wherever I end up, is where I’m meant to be. I lost a friend, and that sucks.” You shrugged, “are you okay?” You cocked a brow, “it’s not your fault either. It was her job to take the Zapata case, you didn’t force her into it. And lord knows you weren’t the one who made her sass Zapata and bring up his manhood and sex life in an interrogation room.”

“She never was dull.” Liz laughed softly.

“How’s Aunt Lena holding up?”

“She’s alright. It’s still bothering her. I mean she did know Alexandra since she was a baby, but she’ll get through it. Like all of us will.” You let out a soft sigh, taking another swig of your coffee, humming in satisfaction at the sweet little treat before Liz spoke again, “how’s work?”

“Meh.” You shrugged, “I start a new UC op in two weeks.”

“Jesus. Again?!”

“The last one was already a couple of months ago.” You defended.

“Please tell me you won’t be living in some kind of drug den this time?”

“I’m using Dad’s old apartment, just in case.”

“What op is it?”

“I’ll be running a sex ring. We’re trying to pin a couple of the really big pimps.”

“Just be careful.”

“I will. Always am.” You assured her, “we’ve been digging into these guys for months already, we’re prepared as all hell, and we know exactly what we’re walking into.”

“Alright.” She eyed you suspiciously for a moment over the rim of her coffee mug, taking another sip. “This is disgusting.” She grimaced, pushing the cup back closer to you and you laughed.

“Hey, you don’t have to drink it.”

“I don’t know how you’re my kid and can fathom shit that sweet.”

“It’s a seasonal treat!” You laughed, “it’s not like I’m drinking them every day.”

“Sure you aren’t.”

You opened your mouth to sass her back when there was a sudden interruption barreling through the open door in the form of a stunning redhead swiftly moving through the room and tossing a newspaper onto Liz’s desk.

“Carolyn Spencer just shot BJ Cameron in the middle of the street.”

“Is he dead?” You asked out of sheer curiosity, and the complete and utter desire to keep this woman talking, the husk of her voice was like fucking silk. You could already feel Liz’s judging eyes on you from across the desk but like hell if you cared.

“No.” She huffed, “he’s being a whiny fucking moron like always.” She suddenly glanced down, noticing the shield and gun clipped to your belt, her eyes darting over to Liz’s, “sorry.” She winced at the profanity, “and sorry for interrupting, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting.”

“Oh it is anything but that.” Liz laughed, “y/n here was just leaving.”

“Rude.” You shot back, “and to think I even brought you coffee.”

“You didn’t bring me coffee! You bought pumpkin garbage for someone else who’s not here.”

Rolling your eyes you huffed, pushing up to standing, your eyes dragging up Casey, “you at least gonna introduce me?”

“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Liz muttered and you huffed again, extending your hand out to the redhead.

“Detective Winters, I’m with VICE.”

“Casey Novak, sex crimes…obviously.” She half gestured around the office as she shook your hands.

“Are you new? I haven’t seen you around before?”

“I was white collar, I got transferred in when…”

“Alex, yeah.” You pouted for a half second before dropping her hand and turning back to your Mom, “at least sheappreciated my pumpkin coffee.” You dumped your empty one into the trash, swiping the half full one from the desk that she didn’t want.

“Hey! That is too much caffeine.”

“Ohoho…okay.” You mocked, “too much caffeine. Jesus.”

“If you’re going to give me that much attitude can you at least go get me an actual coffee?”

“Don’t you have some lackey to do that for you?” You turned your attention back to Casey, “tell me, thoughts on pumpkin lattes?”

“Love ‘em.”

“See?” You raised a brow to Liz for a moment before turning back to the redhead, pulling a business card out of your pocket, “if you text me sometime I’ll buy ya one.” You grinned across at her, Casey took the card, pocketing it with a small thank you, her cheeks pinking at the fact that all of this was happening in front of her boss.

“Oh good god no!” Liz groaned, “would you get out of my office!?” Luckily for her, your phone pinged before you had a moment to sass her again.

“Whoop. Jury’s back, gotta go. It was great to meet you Case.” You shot her a wink that had her fumbling as you scurried out of the office. Liz dropped her head, pinching at the bridge of her nose while Casey sat herself down into one of the chairs.

“Sorry about all of…that.” Liz’s hand waved towards the door where you’d just disappeared.

“It’s fine. Are you overseeing VICE now too?”

“No.” She laughed, “Detective Winters, is my daughter.”

“Really?” Casey’s brow furrowed, her cheeks heating even more, she could suddenly feel your business card burning through her pocket.

“I was young and dumb once Casey, married an idiot, got her out of it.”

“Oh…I…uh..”

“You can text her if you’d like.” She stated dryly, “just for the love of all things holy do not make her more chaotic than she already is? The two of you separate are enough to give me an aneurysm on a regular day.”

“Oh…okay. Is she…always that…forward?”

“It’s to annoy me.” She rolled her eyes, “now…what do you have for me about Carolyn Spencer?”

The conversation moved back to work as Casey shook off the flustered state you’d left her in, managing to pull through and figure out a way to work a deal that would satisfy everyone on her current case. It was about a week later that she was stuck on something, in dire need of a pick me up, and ended up running into you at Starbucks. An evening of pumpkin spiced coffee spitballing over your separate cases moved over to Beekman, where beers and appetizers were shared as you started to get to know each other. And very unluckily for your Mother, it led to a lifelong, very chaos filled friendship.

No matter what was going on, you always met that first week of September to make time for each other over the autumn beverage. You were more than ecstatic when Alex was back and she joined in on your little coffee dates, and honestly, you were surprised when further down the road you managed to wrangle Rita into coming, although she always insisted on her regular order, the only pumpkin spice she was getting was from little stolen kisses, claiming the only sweetness she needed in her life was you.

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ladydimitrescuspet · 4 years ago

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A Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream - Chapter 1

ao3 link! a fic based on two taylor swift songs, you belong with me and blank space! enjoy and tell me what you think!

prompt from @thepokyone's soulmate prompts list

47. You have your soulmate’s name on one wrist and your enemy’s on the other, and have no idea which one is which

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It always pained you to see Lady Dimitrescu dote on Esmeralda the way that she did. Doing whatever she was told to do, caught up in every word Esmeralda said, she was hopelessly in love with someone who treated her like a servant. Which struck you as odd since Esmeralda was a mortal much like yourself.

You never thought you could dislike Lady Bucur, but you let the meaning of her last name fool you when you first arrived at the castle. The smile she presented to you the night you arrived had been the kindest smile you’d seen in a while and you knew instantly that you would take a liking to working for her. Or at least you thought you would.

“Y/N, I am so pleased to see that you’ve arrived safe and sound. I hope the trip was good.” Esmeralda said as she pulled you into a quick hug.

You smiled back at her when she pulled away. “I’m grateful to be here. Thank you for considering me for this position.” You replied.

Esmeralda clapped her hands together. “Well, let’s get you settled in, my dear. Alcina’s expecting you to join us for dinner and I know she’ll be just delighted to see you.” Esmeralda turned on her heels and heading up the stairs, you trailed behind her with your luggage.

“Oh, I was just going to ask if I was meeting Alcina tonight, Esmeralda. It’s like you read my mind.” You said with a small laugh.

Esmeralda turned abruptly, a stern look on her face. “You will refer to the Lady as Lady Dimitrescu, Mistress, or My Lady. And you will refer to me as those last two titles and Lady Bucur, understand?” Esmeralda asked.

You nodded your head. “I understand, My Lady, I apologise.” You replied.

Esmeralda huffed, but continued the trek to your chambers. “You’ll be residing in the room across from Alcina’s since you are her personal handmaiden. You’ll find the rules and your daily tasks when you enter. See that you memorise what is expected of you and if you fail to obey them then myself or Alcina will punish you as we see fit. Understand?” You nodded your head again. “Good. Now, wash yourself up, I’ll send a maid up to escort you down when dinner is ready.”

“Thank you, My Lady.” You replied quietly before heading into your room and closing the door. You put your luggage by the door and then plopped onto the bed. You let out a small sigh, staring at the wall for a moment before pushing yourself up to get ready. You roamed around the room that you were given as you waited for the maid Esme- Lady Bucur said she’d send up for you when you heard a soft knock. “Come in.” You said.

“I was sent up by Lady Bucur to escort you downstairs.” The girl said. You gave her a small nod and soft smile. “My name’s Alexandra, I’m Lady Bucur’s personal handmaiden.” Alexandra said.

“A pleasure to meet you.” You replied. You noticed her staring at something. “Is something wrong?” You asked.

“Your wrists. You should cover them up, the Lady’s won’t appreciate what you have on them.” You looked down at the A and D on your right wrist and the E and B on your left. “If the Lady’s were to see that you have their initials on your wrists, they won’t take kindly to you, Y/N.” You nodded your head and found your wrist bracelets that you usually wore to cover the initials up. “Much better. Come along, they don’t take kindly to tardiness either.”

You followed after her. You hadn’t put two and two together that the initials on your wrists belonged to the two Head Lady’s of the Castle. So, which one was your soulmate, and which one was your enemy? You asked yourself.

“Oh, it seems we’ve arrived a tad bit earlier than everyone. You’re more than welcome to sit at the table, on Lady Dimitrescu’s left side of course.” Alexandra said, gesturing to a chair. “I will see if dinner will be out soon.” She gave you a smile before disappearing. You sat in silence until you heard voices.

“Alcina, what an absolute fuck up you are. I gave you one simple task and you couldn’t even do it right!” Esmeralda exclaimed; you’d know her voice anywhere. You felt a little awkward being able to hear her. You heard a resounding sound and then a small whimper, presumably from Lady Dimitrescu. “You will do it over and over again until you get it right, but we’ve a guest tonight so straighten yourself up.” Esmeralda said before entering the dining area. “Oh, Y/N, you’re here! Where’s Alexandra?”

“She went to go check on dinner, My Lady.” You replied. Esmeralda hummed as she sat down in the chair closest to the door as Lady Dimitrescu came into the room. You stood up. “My Lady, a pleasure to meet you.” You bowed your head a bit.

Lady Dimitrescu smiled. “Well, you’re a charming one, I see.” Lady Dimitrescu said. “Please, sit, you’re our guest, no need for formalities right now, draga mea.” You nodded your head but didn’t sit down instead you pulled out Lady Dimitrescu’s chair. “Oh, I see my love didn’t inform you that your duties won’t start for a few more days.”

You flushed. “Oh, no, I wasn’t aware. Apologies, My Lady.” You said before taking your own seat. You could feel Lady Bucur’s eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look at her.

“Alcina, where are your daughters? You know how I am about them being late for dinner.” Esmeralda said to break the silence in the room.

“They’re not here. I told you that they were going to Heisenberg’s.” Lady Dimitrescu replied.

The three of you fell into an awkward silence once more until you heard the door open and the clattering of plates. You thanked the servant that served you your food. The three of you ate in that awkward silence that fell over the table until you heard someone clear their throat.

“I will be in my chambers if you need me.” Lady Bucur said as she stood up from the table. “Alexandra! My chambers. Now!” Lady Bucur shouted at the handmaiden who quickly appeared by her side to follow her upstairs.

You set your fork down, feeling rather full yourself. You turned your gaze to look up Lady Dimitrescu who was staring back at you. “I, um, how are you, My Lady?” You asked. She raised her eyebrow at the question. “I heard a, um, noise before the two of you came in.” You said quietly.

She hummed. “I’m quite alright, darling, I can take care of myself.” She replied quite defensively. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Thank you for asking.” She stood up from her chair. “I should head up to my own chambers. I bid you goodnight, draga mea.” The Lady gave you the biggest smile she could muster before taking her leave, leaving you at the table by yourself.

You waited until you could no longer hear her heels before getting up from the table yourself and gathering the plates and glasses from the table to bring them to the kitchen. You knew you didn’t start your work for a few more days, but you decided to wash the dishes before heading upstairs. You noticed the door to Lady Dimitrescu’s room was cracked open a bit and decided that you’d knock on the door once you readied yourself for bed if it was still cracked open. The door wasn’t cracked anymore when you went back out, but you still knocked and waited for a reply.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You jumped at the question to see the Lady you’d been waiting on behind you. “Apologies, little one, how may I help you?” Lady Dimitrescu asked.

You scratched the back of your head. “I, um, I, well, you see…” You trailed off and she gave you an amusing smile. “Oh, I wanted to thank you for this job, My Lady.” You said.

“You’re welcome, dear. Is that all?” She asked. You nodded your head. “Well then, you’d better be off to sleep. Wouldn’t want you out and about in the halls when it’s dark.” Lady Dimitrescu said. As she grabbed your hand. “What’s this?”

“Um, it’s nothing.” You replied. She raised her eyebrows and you let out a sigh. “They’re initials. Something about one wrist having the ones of my enemy and the other one has my soulmates.” You explained. Lady Dimitrescu hummed. “And the just so happen to be yours and Lady Bucur’s initials.”

“Most interesting, my dear. And dare I ask which one I am? Your soulmate or your enemy?” You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. The Lady chuckled to herself. “Choose wisely, draga mea, your choice could cost you dearly. Good night.” Lady Dimitrescu said as she opened the room to her door and closed it.

You entered your own room and closed the door softly, leaning and sliding down it. How were you supposed to know if which of the Lady’s was your soulmate? Little did you know that Lady Dimitrescu had initials of her own, but she only had one pair, on the back of her neck. A pair of initials that just so happened to be yours.

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