#Apparently it can also help with being stuck in 'I know I should x but I can't make myself' outside of ADHD

[vio1315]

Watching this guy a bit, and his take on the idea of 'dopamine detox' seems a lot more sustainable for people who were interested in trying that out

[jenscx]

FACE TO FACE — bang jeemin x f!reader

being stuck in a hello kitty mascot costume isn’t one of jeemin’s proudest moments.

TAGS — fluff, zero angst, jeemin!centric, crackfic, very silly and cute, strangers to lovers, mentions of other izna members

WORDCOUNT — 3.9k

jeemin doesn’t really know how she got here. well, she does, but she doesn’t understand what spiritual being from above deluded her into agreeing to such a situation. the situation being— trapped under the scorching sun, in a humid and dark costume. and not just any costume! a hello kitty mascot costume.

you could blame it on jeemin, say that it was her choice, but it’s all because of koko asking her at three in the morning. she was groggy from waking up in the middle of the night and even more weary when the japanese girl begged for her help. and maybe it was her fault for not clarifying with koko what help she needed. but still!

it’s painful being in the costume. jeemin can feel her clothes sticking to her body grossly, sweat dripping down her skin, and her bangs stuck against her forehead. not to mention she has to hand out balloons and act like the happiest cat alive. honestly, everything made sense now; how koko had the money to constantly treat her to food. she knows it’s because the girl had spent hours in this cat costume. jeemin wants to rip off the bright red bow attached to hello kitty.

(but that would be unsightly. especially when children are around. jeemin thinks she’ll do it in the changing rooms.)

the only thing saving her from insanity is the fact that the kids around her are very cute. the way their eyes light up and they tug on her huge arm to ask for a balloon… it pulls jeemin away from the thoughts of homicide.

also, koko had a good reason to ditch her. she had a dance recital at the end of the month, and she was swarmed with practices to attend and jeemin would always support her friend. hence, jeemin’s stuck spending her weekends as hello kitty. not to mention all the snacks koko has bought for jeemin, so can she really complain?

wrong. she can. being stuck in a ‘friendly’ cat costume apparently meant that she was unable to fight back against angry parents and screaming children. not that she was going to anyway, but she would like the choice. she would just stare at them as they yelled at her for not giving their child a red balloon— which jeemin doesn’t even understand! it’s a balloon, their child won’t suddenly die because she gave them a yellow one!

anyway, jeemin much prefers the blue balloon. its sky blue, her favourite colour. and even through the hazy eyes of hello kitty, jeemin finds the time to admire the colour. it’s wonderful! and maybe it’s crazy, but it’s just a balloon. she wants to use hello kitty’s massive paws to slap the parents who yell at her— okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch. but jeemin was sweaty, hot and frustrated. maybe if she was in a pochacco costume, she would like it more.

“unnie— it’s hello kitty! hurry up!” jeemin hears a distant squeal and immediately groans. she appreciates the thick costume, knowing that anything she says or any sound she emits can’t be heard from the outside. the moment she turns around in the stupid fat costume, she spots a kid, probably around five to six years old, barreling at her. jeemin braces herself in case the kid crashes into her body.

“ah! kyujin, slow down!”

it’s a rather common scene; children being too excited, forcing their caretaker to sprint after them. but the uncommon part is that this kid’s unnie looks like a freaking angel that descended from the heavens.

jeemin takes back everything she said. this is the best day of her life. she loves this job. maybe everyone should just be a hello kitty mascot.

“unnie!” the girl, kyujin, whines and stomps her feet as her older sister catches up to her. jeemin can’t physically breathe. she’s about to crash out. oh no—

“what did i say about running like that?”

“it’s hello kitty!” kyujin straight up ignores her and heads towards jeemin. she awkwardly lifts up her nub of an arm to wave, but the sight of the pretty girl knocks the wind out of her lungs and she almost topples over.

jeemin tries her best to stabilise herself as kyujin waves back cutely.

the pretty girl stands behind kyujin, her hands resting on the kid’s shoulders and she inches closer to jeemin, who only resists the urge to back away.

“wow, must be hot in there,” the pretty girl frowns.

jeemin nods, or at least, tries her best to.

“can i have a balloon, hello kitty? oh, and a picture too!” kyujin asks. jeemin tries to gesture at the balloons all tied together that’s strapped to the costume. her breath hitches when the pretty girl reaches over and pulls one out, pink coloured, handing it to her sister. jeemin nearly faints.

as kyujin poses next to jeemin, the pretty girl snaps a bunch of photos. some sort of feeling akin to pride bubbles in jeemin’s stomach, knowing that the pretty girl would forever have a photo of her.

(that’s how you know she’s gone crazy.)

when kyujin gushes over the cute overalls of the costume, the pretty girl leans over, almost touching jeemin.

“can i have a balloon? i like hello kitty too,” she says in a hushed whisper. jeemin feels goosebumps rise along her skin just from her voice. and even through the shady eyes of hello kitty, jeemin can evidently tell that the girl was sculpted by the gods themselves. clearly they took their time with her. and when she pulls a balloon out for herself, jeemin gasps.

“the blue balloon’s cute, isn’t it?”

oh my god, jeemin might be falling in love right now.

she has to get married this instant— regardless of the hello kitty costume. hell, if the pretty girl likes hello kitty, jeemin would forever work in this dastardly amusement park. the girl looks so gorgeous and sweet in her cute ralph polo lauren shirt and denim shorts. she looked like she came from heaven. if someone told jeemin that the clouds parted for your arrival, she would believe it wholeheartedly.

“y/n unnie! i’m hungry!”

the pretty girl, who jeemin now knows is called y/n, turns to her sister and smiles adorably at her. jeemin doesn’t know what she would do if that smile was directed at her. it was like a ray of sunlight, shooting into her heart and lighting it on fire.

“okay sweetie, we can go get food,” you say, but before you leave, you hand your phone to kyujin and stand right next to jeemin. “help unnie take some pictures please.”

as kyujin lifts up the phone, jeemin feels your arms wrap around the neck (does hello kitty have a neck?) of her costume. jeemin only stands still, rooted to the ground and staring blankly at the camera. she can feel her heart racing, and she’s grateful for the thick suit that covers her, preventing you from feeling her pulse.

“one, two, three!” kyujin yells.

jeemin thinks she can die happy right now.

“thanks hello kitty,” you smile at her, “see you next time!”

despite the stuffy suit, perspiration dripping down her whole body, her limbs sore, jeemin still feels like the luckiest girl alive.

it’s one in the afternoon. jiyoon watches as jeemin loses her mind. she only wanted to head to the cafe to study. being friends with the employees get her discounts on drinks. and coincidentally her friends were also there. she’s just a bystander, one that accidentally walked in on her friend’s suffering. jeemin’s slumped over the table, incessantly mumbling about an angel, hello kitty and malatang. sarang and koko are right next to her, both frowning.

“are you okay?” jiyoon decides to ask cautiously.

jeemin slowly turns to look at her, “i think i’m in love.”

“uhm,” koko mutters, “i think this is my fault.”

what? was jeemin in love with koko? jiyoon blinks.

“well, you know how i have that performance coming up?” jiyoon nods, recalling koko talking about it previously. “i have a part-time job at this amusement park and i asked jeemin to take over for me just for a while! and i guess…”

jiyoon guffaws, “you fell in love there?!” she’s shocked, because this is bang jeemin. bang jeemin who’s antisocial and introverted, one of the reasons jiyoon likes her company. bang jeemin who has never gotten a crush before, deeming dating as her lowest priority. and that same bang jeemin is admitting that she’s fallen in love.

jeemin straightens up instantly, “love at first sight!”

the japanese girl fails to hide her smile as she confirms jiyoon’s suspicion, “she fell in love while wearing a hello kitty costume.”

“you’re out of your mind, bang jeemin. that’s actually insane.”

this tops anything jeemin has ever done. from falling over while doing a burpee, her voice cracking while giving a presentation, this beats everything. jeemin’s so stupid. jiyoon is so happy she can witness her downfall. it’s downright hilarious.

jeemin was truly the epitome of an oxymoron (place more emphasis on the moron part), a juxtaposition of a charming and beautiful girl, yet still so stupid and silly. jiyoon is usually in awe of how her mind works.

“she was like an angel! a true angel!” jeemin proclaims, “you guys don’t get it.”

sarang pats her back sympathetically, “it’s okay, we understand.”

jiyoon sure as hell doesn’t. but she wishes all the best for jeemin.

she’s in a similar situation like before— trapped under a heavy layer of fabric and her arms heavy. yet, she couldn’t be more excited. she was basically bouncing on feet while waiting around. if anyone saw jeemin, they would think she’s anticipating the queen’s arrival. well, you are a queen to jeemin. ugh, she kind of wishes she didn’t have to be in this stupid suit. then maybe you would see her face and fall in love with her!

jeemin thinks she’s pretty attractive herself. tall, fair skin, big round eyes. but no one has really approached her because of her quiet nature. today will be different though! jeemin will take the initiative in starting a conversation! it’ll be a little weird talking to you in the hello kitty costume but whatever. you said you like hello kitty anyway. that’s a win for jeemin. whatever she previously said about the character, throw it all out the window. only your opinion matters!

she watches eagerly as different people walk by, some stopping to take a photo with her and others just cooing at the mascot’s cuteness. jeemin tries to spot you out of the crowd of people, but it’s a little difficult to see past the netting of hello kitty’s eyes. jeemin’s head bumps uncomfortably against the top of the mascot. she wonders how koko has managed to fit herself in such a tight space while being taller than her. jeemin would proclaim to be quite flexible. she’s weak, but her limbs are really flexible. yet, the costume makes her neck crane unbearably.

just as a crowd of middle schoolers pass by, jeemin hears thundering footsteps again. her head perks up, knocking against the top of the mascot again, and she nearly falls over. both at the momentum and at the sight of kyujin running towards her.

“hello kitty!”

jeemin sports a wide smile, even if kyujin can’t see her. she tries her best to reach down, patting kyujin on her head.

“jang kyujin!” jeemin’s smile grows even bigger when she hears your voice, “what did i say about running?”

she watches as you jog up, panting and sweaty.

“sorry unnie— but it’s hello kitty!”

you have a lopsided grin on your face, clearly amused by your sister’s hyperactive behaviour. “we just saw hello kitty last week.”

“that’s too long!” kyujin whines. jeemin coos internally at the sight of the girl. she was just too cute! cuteness really does run in the family, evident from the silly smile on your face.

jeemin’s grateful for her face being covered. she wouldn’t know what expression’s on her right now.

like before, kyujin takes a balloon, white this time, and you whip out your phone to photograph her again.

when there’s a distant ringing of bells, kyujin perks up and instantly turns to you, eyes pleading.

“that’s the ice cream truck coming— unnie, can we please go?” kyujin begs. you hesitate, a speculating look on your face. your younger sister’s watery eyes and pouty lips always manage to sway your decisions. damnit. jeemin watches, humoured by kyujin’s plea.

“how about we wait here for the truck to come?” you ask, bending down to match kyujin’s height, “unnie’s feeling really hot right now.” jeemin watches the trickle of sweat glide down your neck. she feels seen.

kyujin frowns, “but i want ice cream now. and it’ll cool you up! just wait here, unnie. i can go get it myself!”

you’re a little shocked at her independence. when did your little sister grow up so quickly? and her insistent attitude only worked wonders to your reluctance.

“okay, jinnie. but be careful.” kyujin brightens up and immediately sprints to the ice cream truck. you sigh, keeping a close eye on her as she queues up.

turning your head, you make eye contact with the hello kitty mascot, who’s hellbent on staring at you.

“oh,” you giggle, jeemin thinks she’s ascended to heaven, “they grow up so fast, don’t they?”

jeemin tries her best to nod.

“anyway, isn’t it hot in there?” you ask, “i’m sweating just from looking at you.”

jeemin’s throat drys up as she thinks of a suitable reply. she had hyped herself up in the mirror before coming, claiming to be the one to start the conversation.

“uh, y-yes.” of course her voice cracks.

god, jeemin wishes the ground underneath her would just open up and swallow her whole. your eyes curve and twinkle with amusement.

“you’re a girl?”

“yes.”

you smile, “not fond of talking then?”

jeemin doesn’t mind if it’s you. she doesn’t say that though. it would just mortify her.

“i’m just tired.”

“aw, must be hard,” you coo. if it were anyone else, jeemin would think that those words were meant to mock her. but your sweet tone makes her gulp.

“yeah… i’m just doing this for a friend…”

“like a favour?”

“kind of.”

you redirect your gaze back to kyujin, who’s ordering now. jeemin feels a little saddened that your time with her is ending soon. she wishes kyujin would take a little longer at the counter.

“so is that friend going to come back? you’re not going to work here anymore?” you ask curiously. some deluded part of jeemin thinks you’re asking because you want to see her.

“yeah, she’s coming back.”

you nod, “well, it was nice chatting with you, hello kitty.” jeemin suddenly feels stupid in this suit. “i have to go now. bye!”

“uh, bye!”

jeemin watches as you hold kyujin’s small hand, thanking her for the ice cream. her dreamy gaze lingers on your back as you walk away, mentally patting herself on the shoulder for managing to carry a conversation with you. an awkward one, yes, but still a conversation. she can’t wait to brag to her friends.

which sane person would go to their job on their day-off, jeemin doesn’t know. but that was what koko had proposed. she gawked as koko brought her and their whole friend group to the amusement park. the girl had professed that she missed the place and it would be a good way to spend time with each other before everyone got swarmed with their own extracurriculars.

but before she could even disagree to come, koko had mentioned offhandedly, “maybe your girl will be there.”

and jeemin had gone in a flash, picking out an outfit and doing her makeup. it was kind of comedic and endearing to see her so eager.

“uhm— unnie,” jungeun says, wide-eyed, “you look pretty today.” jeemin grins brightly, patting the younger girl’s head. her chest flared with pride and anticipation. hope had filled her veins, and she was desperate to see you today, bare without the hello kitty costume.

as their group headed into the park, koko and jeemin, as well-seasoned employees, brought them to the various roller coasters and rides. jeemin was pretty sure she lost most of her hearing sitting next to saebi.

“guys,” sarang whines, “i’m hungry.” jeemin instantly perks up, dragging her friends to the stalls that lined the park, full of snacks and beverages. koko just glances at her knowingly. the sanrio attraction was situated nearby, and jeemin could been seen craning her head to catch a glimpse of anyone that resembled you. like a true mastermind, jeemin forces everyone to sit down at the bench closest to the hello kitty booth, where the familiar mascot was.

as her friends gorge themselves with waffle cones, churros and corndogs, jeemin stays attentive. she doesn’t even indulge in their mindless conversation and instead keeps a watchful eye on the people passing by.

it’s only when her friends are finished and getting ready to leave, she hears a voice.

“—you’re a guy? what happened to the other girl?”

jeemin abruptly stands up, swerving her head. she sees you, awkwardly rubbing your neck as you talk to the hello kitty mascot. kyujin’s by your side, a balloon in her hand.

“go talk to her!” jiyoon shouts quietly, pushing jeemin towards you. collecting all the bravery in her bones, she inhales sharply and strides. she can feel the eyes of all her friends on her back.

“today’s her day-off?” she hears you say, “ah, seriously? okay, sorry for the trouble.” the hello kitty mascot just shakes their hands and walks away to another group of children.

just as you’re about to leave, jeemin feels a surge of desperation, and her hand reaches out to clasp your wrist. her heart races as you turn, an eyebrow raising at her.

“sorry— i’m…” she blurts out, “i’m sorry.”

she can feel her whole face turning red, and a sense of mortification blooms at your stunned expression.

“i’m the… i’m hello kitty,” jeemin says and it’s definitely not the best way to introduce herself. she watches as your face lights up in recognition of her voice.

“oh? hello kitty?”

“y-yeah, like… uhm, the person inside the hello kitty mascot? sorry, i’m bang jeemin.” she feels a little self-conscious the way kyujin is staring at her. damn, these kids always find a way to humiliate her further.

“do you want to sit down and talk? kyujin’s a little restless.”

she glances back at her table of friends, all who look suspiciously joyful. yeah, she’d much rather talk to you somewhere else. that way her friends couldn’t eavesdrop. jeemin thinks you look even prettier today. your face was glowing and bright. and she could admire your smile more closely without the film of plastic in between.

“y/n-ah,” jeemin’s never heard this voice before— feminine and comforting, her eyes land on a girl, shorter than her, approaching.

jeemin’s first thought is that this girl is incredibly pretty. her cat-like visuals next to you only accentuates your beauty even more. her second thought is that this girl is definitely your girlfriend, from the way her hand wraps around your waist so casually.

“mai unnie!” kyujin squeals.

suddenly, she feels way too out of place. her confidence dwindles and she can register the sympathy from her friends. jeemin tries to hide her obvious shock, but she’s certain it fails when kyujin frowns at her.

“hey, silly,” you greet, “do you mind if you take kyujin for a while?”

mai removes her hand from your waist (jeemin sighs, relieved), and takes kyujin’s hand.

as the two walk away, you lead jeemin to a nearby cafe. jeemin’s not even sure she wants to be here now. the dreadful thought of you already being taken looms over her, and it’s strange how she’s never visited that idea before. of course you would have a partner, who wouldn’t want to date you? now she just feels silly. silly, like what you called mai.

you find an empty table facing out the window. jeemin can feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, probably the group chat blowing up with messages. there was no doubt that they had witnessed that interaction.

“so,” you lean over the table, grinning, “hello kitty.”

jeemin nods bashfully.

“yeah, uhm… i wasn’t stalking you or anything… just recognised you.”

a complete lie.

“what a coincidence. i didn’t expect you to be so cute.”

what. pause. are you flirting with her?

jeemin’s heart constricts, both of glee and pain, knowing that you already had someone. she smiles faintly. she doesn’t want your pity flirtatious comments. it feels stifling.

“i thought you’d be working today,” you say when the silence stretches on, “you came here with friends?”

“uh, yeah. what about you?” she asks, trying to camouflage the itching need of knowing who that girl was.

you laugh, “it’s just kyujin, i mean, you know her. and mai, that girl just now.”

“mai?” jeemin repeats, edging you on.

“yeah, kyujin was telling her how fun the park is and she wanted to come too. it’s better having her around. she keeps kyujin in check, making it less stressful for me.”

jeemin feels a sense of hopelessness. mai seemed like a great person, she wouldn’t be able to compete with that. she already had kyujin’s favour!

“uhm…” she had to get out of here now. before she could embarrass herself, “i think my friends are calling me.”

you blink.

“you’re leaving now?”

“yeah,” she croaks out, an onslaught of tears ready to bawl out as she thinks about you and mai together again.

you pout, “can i get your number then? or instagram?”

jeemin wants to shake her head and say no, but denying your pleading eyes, akin to kyujin’s, can only be compared to ripping her heart out.

she shakily inputs her username in your search engine— only to find that it’s been in your history. her lips part slightly, a little appalled. bbangmin. right there. holy shit.

you glance at her unmoving figure. worried, you peek over the screen and gasp.

“oh my god— wait, okay,” you babble, “it’s not what it looks like.”

jeemin swallows harshly.

“i… okay just hear me out.”

“o-okay.”

“after our conversation i asked mai if she had a friend who works here and she said she knew someone,” you explain sheepishly, ”someone called koko? and then mai asked koko about it and we kind of connected the dots that the friend you were talking about was her.”

jeemin can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“and like, god, this is weird to say,” you grimace, “but koko told mai that her friend, jeemin, was helping her out and then i kind of stalked you— i’m sorry! but that’s why your username popped up…”

“you already knew what i looked like?”

you nod, “i’m so sorry…”

“no— it’s, it’s okay,” jeemin says, her heart racing a mile. you looked way too cute right now, blushing and nervous. her hands were trembling as you explained, and your interest could only mean one thing, right?

“i kind of lied just now,” she whispers, “i came here today to see you, like without the costume.”

your own eyes widen.

“oh. well.”

“yeah.”

you suddenly laugh, full of joy, “i can’t believe this.” jeemin feels the same. it’s so unbelievable that you also orchestrated a plan to find her.

“so, can i have your number?” you ask slyly.

jeemin has never typed faster in her life.

(“mai’s really just a friend by the way.”

“i didn’t say anything…!”

“c’mon, jeemin. i saw the way you were glaring at her just now. she’s really just a friend.”

“but kyujin likes her more than me…”

“does it matter when i like you the most?”)

[aglaias-blog]

"Kindred Spirits" Chapt. 1

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: This is going to be a series, with a bit of Aemond's POV in the next chapter :) Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! <3

TW: afab!reader, soulmate AU, Aemond not letting his walls down/being an arrogant dick, religious guilt/imagery and corruption kink in later chapters, no smut in this chapter (there will be some in later chapters though ;)), being kinda tricked into a betrothal?

Summary: Being a highborn lady, a love match is out of the question for you, much less a match with your soulmate. You're not even told about the intricacies of what meeting your soulmate entails. When you are tricked into a betrothal to Aemond Targaryen by your parents, you don't know how to handle things. The Prince's cold demeanor is off-putting, but he is also the only one who is willing to help you, the only one you can depend on. Just how is all this going to play out?

"Kindred Spirits" Masterlist

The journey to the Red Keep had been sold to you as a diplomatic trip that your father had to make, and you knew that there was something suspect about it as soon as he invited you to come along. „I know how much you love travelling“, he said, „The Red Keep is a masterpiece of architecture“, he said! Thinking back, it took everything you had in you to not laugh out loud as you hastily made your way through the labyrinth of corridors that was the Red Keep. Enraged, that you fell for this scheme so easily.

Obviously you should have been more skeptical, when your father tried to lure you on this journey with all kinds of promises. But then again, you couldn’t have avoided this forever. „This“ meaning marriage. Marriage to a certain prince whom you absolutely did not want to see at the moment.

-

It was clear from the moment you were born that your marriage would be arranged to some house or another – for diplomatic reasons of course. Loyal allies were hard to come by, apparently. You never expected though that your parents would think it necessary to come up with some kind of ruse in order to marry you off.Granted, you had always been the stubborn one in your group of siblings, however you also had a sense of duty that was instilled in you since you were in diapers.

It was always obvious to you that one day you would have to marry a man you had never seen before in your life, in order to strengthen the ties between his house and yours – or rather your father’s. The soulmate bond was completely ignored in your circles. A marriage that wouldn’t benefit your house was unthinkable, and absolutely no thought was wasted on marrying someone who wasn’t highborn. So, you came to terms with the fact that you would never find your soulmate – marriage to someone else than your soulmate wasn’t something pleasant to think about, but it was presented to you as inevitable. Your parents weren’t soulmates, and still loved each other, which in itself was already rare among nobility. You didn’t even know what would happen if you met your soulmate – your Septa never taught you anything about it, as not to give you any improper ideas. Though you would have liked a bit of an early warning about when you would be married.

Your delegation had arrived in the afternoon, and while you had thought that you would be deathly tired, you were absolutely buzzing now. Trying to get a good look at the Red Keep and King’s Landing, you stuck your head through the window of your palanquin. You were struck by the different smells, the people wearing fabrics and clothes you had never seen before, the merchants speaking in a dialect you didn’t recognize, even the light was different here - you couldn’t soak it all in at once, and when you had arrived at the Red Keep, your head was buzzing from all the sensory overload.

As soon as you had settled in your rooms, your father had come to get you introduced to the Queen, as the King was "otherwise occupied", and your presentation to him would be done later.

What you thought was your introduction to the Queen, became much more alarming when you realized that one of the Princes was there, and Queen Alicent’s smile was much too joyful for a simple presentation of a lord’s daughter. After a quick welcome to your father, and a quick introduction to her son who turned out to be Prince Aemond, the second-born son, she immediately turned to you. Her warm words in regard to your arrival were unusual, she was speaking to you as if she already knew you well, like a good friend. And when you were moving into a deep curtsey, she quickly stepped forward, taking your hands in hers to stop you. You shot your father a confused glance when she cupped your cheeks, the excitement in her eyes only adding to your bewilderment. She seemed to notice that you had not reciprocated the delight on her face, and hesitantly took a step back, awkwardly clearing her throat.

Looking for an explanation you turned to your father. Someone would have to say the things out loud that were hanging heavily in the tension of the room. You almost didn’t quite catch what your father was murmuring under his breath, but when the most important part of it sunk in, you only heard the rest as if through cotton wads.

„You are to marry Prince Aemond“

Confused, your gaze fell on the Prince, now taking a closer look at him, and he returned it with a look of defiance on his face, his arms crossed. He was the picture of aloofness and arrogance, if only he wasn’t picking at his thumb with his fingers beneath his elbow. You didn’t notice it though, too occupied with handling the news at hand.

Everything fell into place then and there. The „maybe you’ll meet someone special“, said with a playful wink, but you thought nothing of it; your Septa focusing on „wifely duties and virtues“ during your lessons before your departure, and you hadn’t noticed the sudden change in your curriculum; the joyful glint in your mother's eyes as she was picking out the dresses for your journey herself, while you were too busy daydreaming about the trip to a foreign part of Westeros.

„W-what?“, you asked tentatively, refusing to understand, hoping that you were wrong. Pleadingly, you turned to your father again, „Why didn’t you - “ But he interrupted you quickly, hoping to make an end to this scene as soon as possible.

Turning his back to the Queen and Prince he tried to shush you.

„This is most improper“, he murmured, hoping the Queen and the Prince wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying. He shot them a quick smile over his shoulder before continuing his effort in a hushed voice, „you knew you would have to marry one day, this betrothal is a done deal - you’ll be happy here.“

Suddenly, your dress felt like your maid had laced you up too tightly. It was positively stifling in here! You tried to focus on your breathing, the panic visible in your eyes. Nevertheless, you were aware of your surroundings and the inquisitive gazes of the Queen and Prince on your back.

„Right!“, you said, turning around sharply with a reassuring smile on your face. It wouldn’t do you any good to continue this awkward display of miscommunication in front of royal company. You would have enough time to think of a solution to this situation as soon as you got out of here and in the solitude of your chambers.

„It is an honour to be welcomed by you so warmly, Your Grace“, you said, curtseying deeply. Worried that your mask of calmness might slip, you bowed your head low.

„I’m overjoyed to make your acquaintance“, you continued, hoping that she wouldn’t be offended by your previous display of lacking knowledge of your betrothal.

You quietly thanked the Seven when she took a step towards you, again taking your hands in hers. „As am I“, she said, smiling warmly. You couldn’t quite tell if it was an honest smile, or just pure politeness to put both you and your father at ease.

„Lord Barryn, I take it the crossing wasn’t as calm as I had hoped?“, she turned to your father, giving him a conspiratorial look. „You must tell me more about your journey here while I show you the gardens, the blood-blooms are so beautiful this time of year!“, she beamed, while gesturing to the door.

How discreet, you thought to yourself saracastically. Your father heartily agreed with the Queen, and you only noticed that you had been staring at the floor during the whole of their conversation, when the door fell shut behind him. Your first thought was that it might be improper to leave a young man and woman unchaperoned in a chamber like this, but then you remembered that you were already betrothed. You could only chuckle humourlessly at the thought.

„I take it you knew, my Lord?“, you said into the air, jutting out your chin. Attack was the best defence, after all. The Prince hadn’t moved at all during everything that had unfolded, still standing stiff as a board with his arms crossed.

„I did“, he said coolly. Marvelous, you thought, he seemed to be a great conversationalist.

The prolongated pause in your conversation, if you could even call it that, made him move his hands behind his back awkwardly; if you refused to say anymore then he had to, this was turning embarassing rather quickly.

„I was told about your family background, the house Barryn, your faith, your personal interests, your talents -“

„Pray tell, what don’t you know about me?“, you interrupted him suddenly, throwing manners to the wind. Overcome by the embarrassment that he knew everything there was to know about you, while you – well, you didn’t know anymore about him than what was presented to you right now. He was handsome, you had to admit. His eyepatch intrigued you, you wouldn’t ask him about it now, though. But there was some kind of cruel beauty about him, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, he seemed… cold in a way.

His silence was response enough to your question. The truth was that he was even shown portraits of you. Being told so much about you, he felt like he knew you, although he had never seen you in person before. He almost felt something akin to compassion when he saw your discomfort about this mess, so he kept quiet as to not embarrass you further.

„Right,“ piqued, you smoothed over your skirts, „I believe this matter to be settled then. Please excuse me, my Lord, I’m excruciatingly tired from the journey.“ He didn’t seem to have expected you to leave so soon, a look of surprise on his usually arrogant face.

You forced a smile unto your face before curtseying slightly and striding towards the door and opening it. From the side you saw him reach out to you, and your thin string of patience snapped.

„Don’t! Touch me“, you hissed, shooting the Prince a sharp glance over your shoulder, before quickly stepping out the door. You wondered where he got the impertinence from to think that he could touch you, you barely knew each other! He stopped in his tracks, stubbornly calling out your name.

Swiftly, you turned around, trying to speak calmly, as not to reveal your panicked state. „You may not call me by my given name, my Lord. I’m still Lady Barryn to you!“

Then, inelegantly grabbing your skirts, you made your way to your chamber, leaving Prince Aemond standing in the door.

-

You were pacing in your lavishly decorated room, the thoughts in your head running berserk. You wondered whether every room in the Keep looked like this or if they made a special effort for the bride of the Prince. The bride. You were a bride! The thought made you slump down to the ground. Why did your parents think that they had to keep their plans from you? You had been stubborn sometimes, yes, but never that much that it should make them think to hide your own betrothal from you!

You would have thought that they would prepare you more properly – beginning with telling you about your future husband, like Prince Aemond was told about you.

Prince Aemond - why would he speak to you using your first name? You thought that he would have had a good education, manners included. Why would he think that a mere introduction would be enough to touch you, to leave away all titles when speaking to you?

And if he knew about the betrothal, who else knew? Did his siblings know? Did the court know? The servants most certainly treated you like they knew. If they did, you would have to play along with everything, making it seem like you also knew about the betrothal beforehand. If you didn’t, you would make yourself vulnerable to gossip, or worse, other schemes and intrigues. You knew enough about people at court to realize that most of them were shrewd and would take advantage of you if you let them. You would only be another pawn to them - it was like that at home, and you were sure that it would be no different here. Just another sheep surrounded by wolves.

A look outside the window told you that you only had a few hours left, before you would be called to supper with the family. You hadn't even taken the time to admire the view from the large window, too occupied with your own thoughts. Your maid had told you that it would be an important event, celebrating your arrival. Of course at the time you had wondered why they would make such a big deal of it, well, now you knew. Slowly, you mustered up the energy to drag yourself to the bed and threw yourself on it. A myriad of thoughts was racing in your head – you couldn’t concentrate on one, much less find a solution to all this.

Prayer had always guided and helped you, but you had never been in a situation as serious and hopeless as this. Still, you prayed - rambling to the Mother about all your worries, telling the Maiden about your future marriage, hoping to at least get along with your husband, asking the Crone for guidance in this chaos where you couldn’t see what was coming, and most importantly imploring the Warrior to give you courage and strength, as you were truly preparing for battle.

You weren’t against a marriage as such – you trusted in the Mother, and your parents to find you a good match, even if an alliance was the top priority. And an alliance with the House Targaryen would be a great succes, indeed. You felt most uneasy about the fact that everyone was so informal with you, treating you like a family friend, althought they had never met you before. You were thrust into an environment where you knew nobody, yet everybody seemed to know you – most of all your betrothed.

The servants found you asleep in your room, a copy of The Seven-Pointed Star by your side. You had been so lost in contemplation, but at the same time so fatigued from the events of the day that you had drifted off into a restless, fidgety sleep. Startled, you awoke when you heard the servants bustling in your room to light the candles and stoke the fire. You hadn’t even noticed how dark it had become outside. Then your maid came in with your dress for the dinner and put it on the bed. Right. Dinner with the whole family, and the King, and the Prince, and some members of court – your first introduction as the bride of the second-born prince. The pressure to make a good impression was immense.

When you saw the dress that your maid carried, you thought back to your mother. She had picked the dress herself, specially for this occasion – and hadn’t bothered to tell you why. While you felt a pang of resentment at the thought of her, you also knew that this situation couldn’t be helped, you had to marry sooner or later, you just wished they had told you about it earlier. Well, at least your mother had good taste. You hoped that the long sleeves would protect you a little against the humid cold that seemed to always creep into the walls of the Keep and, of course, choosing the Targaryen colours was a clever move. The rich blood red colour of the dress stood out in stark contrast against the white bed linen. You knew that the dress fit you perfectly, of course, your mother had made sure of it personally.

The change of dress and hairdressing was an automatic process for you. You only noticed that it was over, when you saw your maid smiling reassuringly at you in the mirror that you sat in front of.

„Thank you, Alanna“, you said, returning her smile as you didn’t want to worry her. You quickly got up from the chair, and smoothed out your dress nervously before taking a few steps to the door. Taking a deep breath, you paused, trying to gather all the courage you had, and then determinedly turned the door knob.

The leather-clad chest you met with was not what you expected when you resolutely stepped over the threshold.

„Ow! What in the Seven- ?“, you started, pressing your hand to your face where a metal clasp had scratched your cheek, feeling two warm hands holding you by your shoulders to steady you.

„My apologies, Lady Barryn!“, came the immediate answer from Prince Aemond. He almost sounded worried.

Had he been waiting in front of your chamber?

Instinctively, he bent forward, trying to inspect your cheek, but you quickly turned your head to the side. Realizing what he was doing, he lowered his gaze; yet the heat of embarrassment rising to his face went unnoticed by you.

Awkwardly wriggling out of his grasp, you asked the first question that was on your mind.

„My Lord, what are you doing here?“ You sounded more rude than you intended. Prince Aemond’s puzzled look only added to your discomfort, as if to ask if you really thought that he couldn’t go anywhere he liked in his home. Though, he caught himself quickly.

„I was waiting for you, dinner is to begin soon“, he said matter-of-factly, the aloof expression back on his face. You looked at him questioningly, this wasn’t explanation enough.

„I thought it to be a good idea to go in together…“, he tried to make you understand. „Seeing as we are – well, this is the first time we will be seen together.“

Oh right, making a good first impression. You were almost grateful to him that he gave you this opportunity. Presenting a united front would provide less target surface to the rest of court. Surely, entering the hall together would be better, than hesitantly going in all by yourself. This still didn’t mean that it changed how you felt towards him, though. You were still peeved that he acted like he knew you, he didn’t know anything about you, and, even worse, you knew nothing about him!

„Alright, we shall go then“, you agreed and turned to the left, keeping your chin up high, leaving Prince Aemond standing behind you.

„Lady Barryn“, he called out lazily, „the hall is in the other direction!“ He wished he didn’t have to add to your mortification, he truly did, everything he had done today only seemed to further your discomfort. But he couldn’t help the smirk that snuck its way onto his face, when he saw you turn around, face red with embarrassment, and scurry past him, a flurry of skirts.

You slowed your steps when the doors of the dining hall came into view. Prince Aemond caught up to you quickly, looking like the picture of relaxation and self-confidence. You came to a halt a few paces in front of the imposing doors.

„You might want to take my hand“, he proposed bluntly, looking straight ahead.

„I shall do no such thing“, came your immediate defiant response.

„Look“, he said sharply, turning towards you. Shooting a quick appraising glance to the guards at the doors, he lowered his voice, so only you could hear. „I know that you are not simple-minded, I saw how quickly you caught yourself in front of my mother, and I know that you know that this first impression is crucial.“ He was so close to you now. In an effort to let only you hear his words, he had bent forward, to match your height. Tentatively, you looked up at him, daring to actually take a closer look at his face now. Your gaze shifted from his eye, down over his straight nose, and getting stuck on his mouth, that was speaking words that you weren’t hearing anymore.

„...and you might also like to call me by my given name, as will I, this will give an impression of us being much closer than we actually are“, he finished nonchalantly, awaiting your response. Apparently, he had invested much thought into his strategy of appearing united. Or at least not hostile towards each other.

His usual smirk came back on his face, when he noticed your spell-bound expression and lack of reaction to his words.

„Of course“, you were quick to murmur, trying to shake the dizziness that had taken you over momentarily.

„Alright then“, he turned to the closed doors determinedly, offering you his hand.

„Absolutely not“, you said, taking his arm instead, putting your hand around it gently. You swore you could see him roll his eye from the corner of your eye.

-

The dinner had gone as smoothly as you had hoped. As daunting as it was, you felt like you had navigated the situation quite well. Now in bed, you let everything pass through your head again. The presentation to the King had gone well, although in his weakened state, they had only told him the necessary news. He had seemed happy enough for the two of you. Aemond’s siblings – hah, Aemond, you were amazed how quickly you got used to saying only his name, leaving away his title. Well, Aemond’s siblings knew that this wasn’t a love match, however you didn’t think that they saw under the cover their brother and you had come up with. You especially liked his sister Helaena, she seemed very sweet, and you thought that you two might make good friends, over time.

The King’s Hand was there, as well as other people from court. You had tried to make enough polite conversation to not seem suspicious, but not too much as to not let them too close to you, close enough to see that Aemond and you were pretending.

Queen Alicent and your father had seemed honestly pleased seeing you and Aemond „get along“. All in all, you thought that you had put on a good display of affability.

Still, you felt unease at the thought that you couldn’t get through to Aemond. He seemed pleasant enough, but you felt a subliminal trace of menace about him. But surely, you were imagining things. He seemed intent on making the both of you invincible to the sharp-tongued plotting courtiers.

He was the only one who had been willing to help you today.

Relieved, that at least today was dealt with, you nestled into the plush pillows, falling into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Two

[kaminocasey]

Joyride

Summary: You and Hunter have been ignoring your feelings for each other for a year, but can't any longer when you're sent on a mission together.

Pairing: Hunter x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, Enemies to Lovers, SMUT, Sex on a speeder bike, unprotected p in v (wrap it up friends), Cid (lol)

WC: 3.2K

A/N: OKAY don't be mad at me for having Cid in this bc I started writing this way before that finale and before we knew that Cid was a traitorous asshole, so I'm sorry about that. BUT sex with Hunter on a speeder bike should make up for it, right?? (Also, if you saw me post this earlier on my main, no you didn't lol.)

TAGLIST FORM │Bad Batch Masterlist

“Dark and Broody, Mopey… You two will be going on this one alone.” Cid points at you and Hunter.

That’s what Cid calls you, Mopey. Even though she’s known you your whole life and absolutely knows your name. You moped about Hunter to her one time and now the name has stuck.

“What?” You and Hunter ask, simultaneously and then look at each other uncomfortably.

Crossing your arms, you glare. “We don’t do alone missions.” 

“That’s not my problem. I need a couple who won’t stick out too much.” Cid starts to walk away toward her office, knowing you’ll follow. “It’s easy. In and out. Get the drive. Bam. You’re done.”

“A couple?” Hunter asks, still trying to catch up. 

“Yeah, a couple. Ever heard of the word?” Cid sits at her desk, rummaging through her drawers. “Two people who are together.”

“We aren’t together, though.” Hunter glances at you as you lean in the doorway with crossed arms, looking at you as if you have some sway here.

You’ve known Cid your whole life. She apparently used to run with your mom back in the day and when your mom passed, Cid took you in. She looks up at you, knowingly and you shake your head, walking out so you can leave Hunter to argue with her. It was a lost cause arguing with her. You learned that long ago. 

“Good luck.” Echo tells you, smirking from the bar. 

You flip him off and then look to make sure Omega wasn’t watching. Thankfully, she and Wrecker are in a heated Dejarik game while Tech watches over Wrecker’s shoulder. You can’t help but be grateful for this little group that you and Cid found a year ago. 

“You know, you’re pacing.” You tell Hunter from the co-pilot’s seat as the ship travels through hyperspace.

It’s quiet without the rest of the Batch, you notice. Too quiet. It occurs to you how little time you and Hunter have been around each other without any of the others around. 

“Yeah. And?” He snips.

You prop your feet up in the seat in front of you, your dress slipping up to your thigh slightly. He looks down only for a second and walks off to the bunks to do something. With a roll of your eyes, you pull up your datapad and send off a message to Echo.

You: He’s impossible.

Echo: What do you want me to do about it? 

You: Just complaining I guess?

Echo: You mean being mopey?

You: Fuck you.

Echo: LOL

You sigh and toss your datapad back into the seat, groaning in frustration.

“What is it?” Hunter stands in the doorway.

“Nothing.” You turn your seat around to look out at the blue hues of hyperspace. 

“Right…” Hunter disappears again until right before you come up on Coruscant. 

“So the plan-” Hunter stands in front of you when you land.

“I know the plan.” You stare up at him.

“Right. Okay then.” He sighs as he hands you your ear piece, giving you a curious look as he stares down at you.

“Okay.” You nod and open the hatch.

You leave the ship together, coming up on the speeder that one of Cid’s people left for you. He looks at the speeder bike. 

“Don’t even think about it.” You grumble and point at your outfit. “Dress, remember?” 

He chuckles. “Right.”

With a slight roll of your eyes, you get in the passenger side of the speeder. As he takes off, you try your hardest to not look at him in his nice outfit. He’s wearing a dark red collared shirt, the top two buttons undone, slightly revealing his tattooed chest, dress pants, and a gold chain you didn’t know he had. 

You find yourself wanting to ask him about the chain and about the tattoo that was clearly a continuation of the half skull on his face. You’re tempted to question him if it goes all the way down… 

“What?” Hunter picks up on your staring.

You go warm in the face instantly and look out your side of the speeder as he continues to drive. “Nothing.” He chuckles. “If you say so.”

Arriving at the casino, Hunter starts to get out but you stop him, leaning on the edge of the door. “What are you doing? Keep the speeder running in case I run into trouble. Thought you’ve done this before?” You smirk.

“I have.” He scowls at you. “You’re gonna go in alone, dressed like that?” 

You raise your eyebrows. “Really? We’re gonna have this conversation?” 

He thinks about it for a second. “Look… I know you can handle your own-”

“Great, then I’ll see you in a few minutes. Keep it running, I’ll be in and out.” You ignore him and walk away into the casino. 

“Nothing wrong with backup, you know?” He grumbles in your ear as you walk up the steps to the second floor.

“Hush.” You tell him, smiling at the coat check person, politely.

You can feel some eyes on you as you walk onto the casino floor. 

“You’re breathing heavily.” Hunter complains in your ear on the comm as you make your way through the casino full of people. 

“No I’m not.” You roll your eyes. “You just have supersonic hearing.” 

He chuckles. “I think you mean ultrasonic.”

“Maker, you’ve been hanging around Tech too much.” You shake your head to yourself.

Stars, why does his voice sound like that? It sounds like pure sex and it feels like he’s practically purring in your ear. And it’s going right to your-

“You good?” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yep.” You take a wine glass off a waitresses tray and gulp it down in one go, trying not to think about what Hunter’s voice does to you.

“Please try not to get wasted.” He warns you.

“How did you know-” You put the empty glass on a passing tray and keep moving through the crowd of people who were clearly rich and well off. 

“‘Supersonic’ hearing, remember?” He teases, lightly. “You… ahem… swallow loudly.” 

He coughs and you try to not think about what he could be thinking of. 

“Focus, Sarge.” You smirk, just trying not to argue with him for once. It’s really not a secret that you two don’t really see eye to eye, but that’s not your problem. It’s his. He’s the one who always starts the arguments. Like now, complaining about your breathing and your swallowing. If anyone deserved to complain, it’s you. You’re in this ridiculously snug dress and stupid heels and you’re ready to peel them off. 

“Miss?” You hear a man’s voice behind you.

When you turn around, you find a handsome, young gentleman with a blue scarf that you’d been looking for. He’s supposed to be the one who gives you the drive. 

“Hi. Luc?” You smile.

Easy mission, thankfully. In and out just like you told Hunter, making him wait out in the speeder. 

“That’s me.” He grins. “They didn’t tell me that a beautiful woman was supposed to be meeting me. Could I buy you a drink first?”

You try to not roll your eyes as you keep a fake smile plastered on your face. 

“Wow. What a tool.” Hunter’s voice fills your ear.

“That’s alright, thank you. Just the drive please.” You start to hand out your hand.

“Pity… Well in that case, I’m supposed to tell you,” He suddenly pulls a blaster out, keeping it low. “Cad Bane sends his regards.” 

Kriff. Of course.

Acting quickly, you shove his hand away at the same time that he releases the trigger, sending blaster fire up into the air. You elbow him in the throat, making him double over in pain, gasping for breath, as you try to knock the blaster out of his hand. Suddenly, more blaster fire starts coming your way and you realize you’ve been set up.

All around you people scream as they scramble for safety in the casino.

“What’s happening?” Hunter’s voice is in your ear, panicked.

“Don’t worry about it. Keep the speeder running.” You grunt as you make for the balcony across the room, just hoping your heels hold up, pulling one of your blasters out and shooting at the people that are shooting at you.

“Don’t worry about it, she says, as blaster fire is literally firing around her.” Hunter mutters. 

“Will you please shut up?” You snap as you start to climb over the side of the balcony, shooting toward the top of the building. 

You look down for Hunter in the speeder but see him on a speeder bike instead.

“Where’s the speeder?” You yell.

“This is quicker!” He calls back.

With an annoyed groan, you stick your blaster back into your thigh holster and slide down the rope landing in Hunter’s lap, straddling his thighs while facing him. He lets out an ‘oof’ and takes off as people come running out of the lobby, shooting at the two of you.

“You could have let me climb off to get behind you.” You glare.

“No time. Hold on.” He revs the bike and starts going even faster through the undercity of Coruscant, causing you to press yourself to his chest. 

You roll your eyes. “We were set up.”

“Yeah, no kriff.” Hunter rests his chin on your shoulder so you can see.

It almost feels natural… having him against you. You quickly push that thought away as you go to argue with him again. 

“You know what-” You’re cut off as you realize people in speeders are after you, still shooting at you. 

“A little help here would be nice.” He grunts, taking a sharp turn, trying to buy you some time so you can grab your blasters. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” You pull your blasters out of both thigh holsters. 

When you try to situate yourself so you can shoot better, you only realize you accidentally brush up against Hunter’s crotch when he lets out a soft groan. 

“Sorry…” You try. “Just shoot.” He says, through gritted teeth.

You immediately start to take out each shooter, precisely hitting each person so well that you can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Crosshair would be so proud of me right now.” You compliment yourself.

“I’m sure.” Hunter grumbles as he shoots through an alley and then takes a hard right up into some sort of abandoned warehouse. When he thinks the coast is clear, he finally leans back, breathing heavily. You can’t even tease him about it, because your chest is heaving against his. With the deep glare that he’s giving you, his hate for you becomes evident. 

“You know, you may hate me… and still not trust me… but I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for the long haul.” You shrug, tucking your blasters back into your holsters. 

“I don’t hate you.” He rolls his eyes.

“Then why-” You start but he crushes his lips to yours, shutting you up. 

Every nerve ending in your body stands straight up and you fight between the urge to shove him off of you and also wanting more of him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer and he grips your hips, grinding you against his hardened length, straining in his pants. 

“You feel what you do to me?” He rasps against your lips, his voice full of need. “So, I don’t hate you, I’m-”

Without another word, your hands fall down to his zipper and pull his length free. His sentence is cut off as you rest your foreheads together, watching your hand expertly start to pump his cock. He’s thicker than you imagined he’d be. You’re definitely not complaining though.

“Fuck, mesh’la…” He groans, gripping your hips tighter. 

The rumble of the speeder sends vibrations to your core and you can’t help the wetness that gathers in your panties, begging to coat Hunter’s perfect cock. 

You raise up slightly, moving your panties to the side as you sink down on him and he lets out an incredibly loud groan while he grips you so tightly that you know you’re going to bruise. Maybe that’s what he’s going for. To remind you of today, no matter what happens when you get back to Ord Mantell. 

You let out a soft gasp when his hands roam down to your ass and start to raise you up just to pull you back down onto his cock harshly. You’d been lying to yourself… You don’t hate him. You want Hunter just as bad, if not more. 

He pulls your body flush against his, kissing your shoulder. “Been waiting for so long for this.” 

You can’t help the needy whimpers that escape your lips for this man. The two of you had been fighting your urges for so long that you’d been convinced you hated each other. But now… 

“Feels so fucking good… So perfect… made for me.” Hunter babbles incoherently and you grind against him as much as you can. You pull away to make sure you’re not slipping but he grips your chin and pulls your gaze back to his own. “Keep your eyes on me. I’ve got you, you’re not going anywhere.”

And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing a man’s ever said to you…

He takes your fingers and pulls them to his mouth, taking them in his mouth. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. He knows exactly what he’s doing because he smirks around your digits before guiding your fingers down to your clit. 

“Fuck… Hunter.” You groan, keeping your eyes on him, lips parted as the sounds echo off the metal walls of the warehouse as you rub your clit for him. 

“That’s it, mesh’la… need you to cum for me so I can fill this pretty little cunt up.” He whispers gruffly and you nearly come apart just at those words alone. “If… if that’s okay with you.”

“Please.” You gasp with a desperate nod.

You’d never known Hunter had this side to him. Sure you called him dark and broody as a joke, but this was something else entirely. He’s looking at you with such voracity, that you don’t think there’s any coming back from it. You want him to look at you this way forever. 

Pulling Hunter back in for a kiss so vehement, while still rubbing your clit, you near your edge. Your mind goes back to what he was saying earlier about not hating you. He didn’t give you a reason for acting the way he did.

“Hunter…” You whimper.

“What?” He rests his forehead against yours, still fucking you amorously. 

When he looks at you, it’s with such a softness that you can’t help but melt. 

“What…” You groan as he pushes you back on the speeder, reaching deeper into you with his cock. “What were you going to say… you don’t hate me… and?” 

“Right now?” He asks, looking down between you with a breathless chuckle. 

You nod as that familiar heat pools toward your warmth. “As… good a time… as any, right?” 

The way he’s fucking you is absolutely ethereal. You don’t think you could go back to how things were before even if you wanted to. And you definitely don’t want to, right?

“Maker…” He grits with a breathy chuckle as you clench around him. “I’m- fuck… I’m in love with you, okay?” 

As if that’s all you needed to hear, you cum, making his name sound like an entire prayer. Because that’s what coming around Hunter’s cock feels like. Absolutely spiritual. 

He grins down at you and pulls you back up into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, fucking into you mercilessly, overwhelming both of you. 

When his hips falter as he grips your sides, digging his fingers into you as he fills you up so fully that you spill out over the both of you. You can’t help but let out a soft laugh and then he lets one out as well.

“If I knew you’d react like that when I declared my love for you, I would’ve done it sooner.” He winks and you playfully slug him. 

“You’re very lucky I don’t actually hate you.” You lean in closely and the breath in his throat hitches.

“I’ll say.” He agrees before crushing his lips to yours.

Neither of you are sure what’s next for you, but you’re already feeling more hopeful. Maybe it’ll help that you won’t be arguing for once when you break the news to Cid that the mission failed. 

“I uh… actually wanted to show you something while we’re on Coruscant.” He coughs, awkwardly. 

“Okay?” You look at him curiously.

He grins as he helps you off the bike to sit behind him again. You feel the slight run of cum start to drip down your thigh. 

“Oh…” You look down and Hunter looks at your thighs as well, his grip on the handlebars tightening. 

“Do you want to run by the ship and clean up before I show you the surprise?” He smirks.

“Please.” You nod, going warm in the face as you hop on the back of the bike. “I’d also like to change. These heels are the worst.” 

He chuckles and relaxes into you when you wrap your arms around his waist and then takes off back toward the Marauder. It’s a strange feeling being so close to him after having so much distance between the two of you the past year. 

“So, what is it with you and speeder bikes?” You ask him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” You start to release his waist but he quickly grabs your arms and pulls them against him again. 

“I’ve always wanted one. Since I saw one of the Alpha’s with one on Kamino when I was, you know, a “kid”.” He admits with a shrug.

“That’s sweet.” You kiss his shoulder. “We’ll get you one, one day.” 

He pulls one of your hands up to his lips and kisses it and you can’t help but smile.

When you pull back up to the Marauder, Hunter helps you off the bike, like a gentleman.

“Didn’t know you had such a sweet side to you.” You tease as he pulls you against himself, looking down into your eyes with his own warm brown ones. 

He smirks as he kisses you again. “Maybe we can shower… together… before I take you to that surprise.”

You find yourself desperate to have his mouth somewhere else.

“Yes please, Sarge.” You wrap your arms around him and he starts to lift you up but pauses as his ears perk up toward the Marauder and then pulls away to grab one of your blasters out of your holster, pointing it toward the hatch. 

“Hunter, what is it?” You whisper. 

All of a sudden, you hear a blaster shot come out from behind you and feel a bolt of electricity travel throughout your body. By the time you drop, you realize it’s too late and you’ve been stunned. The last thing you see before you pass out is Hunter going into attack mode.

TAGS: @twistedstitcher27 @misogirl828 @rebel-finn @rexandechosandwich @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @brynhildrmimi @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @agenteliix @padawancat97 @hated-by-me @sleepingsun501 @quigonswife8 @idlenesses @redheadgirl @themcuwriter @ashotofspotchka @sunshinesdaydream @crosshairsimp73 @ariadnes-red-thread @rosmariner @heyitsaloy @starstofillmydream @high-ct5555 @echos-girlfriend @sleepywych @nekotaetae @justanothersadperson93 @brownstalebread @aconstructofamind @book-of-baba-fett @chopper-base @palliateclaw @501st-rexster @dead-poolz @nahoney22 @where-is-my-mind-tho @jediknightjana @erishimoon @witching3 @queen-of-many-fandoms

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you pls make one where reader is a announcer or works at the commentary and solo keeps flirting with her while she’s just so flustered (yes this is based off that one interaction between samantha irvin & rhea 🤭🤭)

solo sikoa x reader

who said i’m pretending?

working for the wwe was all you ever wanted growing up.

your family brought you in the wrestling world since you were kid, your dad and your mom being huge fans meant always attending wrestling shows everytime the wwe was in your town and so you made it your goal working there.

you honestly didn’t care if it was just cleaning backstage or helping with the organisation, you wanted to feel and live that experience.

so you ended up being an assistant to some writers who mainly worked on scripts but your quality as entertainment didn’t go unnoticed and before you knew it you were backstage interviewing wrestlers.

you started with nxt but only a few months later you were brought to raw. that gave you the opportunity to meet new people and making new friends.

a certain wrestler took liking in you but you always thought he was just following the script and flirting with you was just something he had to do. like the usual glances he would give you everytime you were asking him questions melt your heart but deep down you knew he was just doing his job.

 you were there for him when the bloodline fell apart because in the end, you were also great friends and that’s all you thought you were for him.

but the constant “hey beauty” “what’s wrong princess? “good morning angel” gave you butterflies you couldn’t shake off.

you were supposed to have an interview with him after the smackdown episode. you weren’t even supposed to be doing that interview, but your colleague cathy got sick and they needed someone who knew what they were doing so they called you.

that’s how you found yourself reading the script and the questions you were going to ask him with trembling hands. you were nervous because everytime there was a camera in front of you two, he would make it very obvious that he was flirting with you.

and so it was.

you asked him easy and simple questions but his eyes were stuck into yours, his smirk never leaving his face and from time to time he would teasingly lick his lips.

but that continued even with cameras off.

“you know we stopped filming ten minutes ago?” you joked.

“i know angel” he followed you to your changing room, something he always did when you were together.

“then you should stop pretending to flirt” you said before sitting on the small green couch inside of your changing room.

“who said i’m pretending?” he asked.

“uh?”

“i asked you, who said i’m pretending to flirt with you?” he asked again.

“i’m not your type solo” you joked about it.

“and how would you know that?” he got closer to you on the couch “as far as i’m concerned, i’ve never told you who or what i like…”

you were speechless.

was he confessing to you?

“solo…i don’t - i don’t know what to say…i wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt…” you laughed a little.

“i’ve been trying to tell you what i feel for you for months but apparently you’ve never caught it” he took your hand in his bigger one.

you honestly couldn’t believe what he just said.

“listen, i’ve been having feelings for you for so long and i can’t keep them hidden anymore…i like you y/n, more than you know” he whispered.

you didn’t know what to say so you grabbed his face and posed your lips over his bigger ones. he was shocked at first but he completely melted into your touch when your hands went to stroke his hair gently.

he moved you to his lap so you could be more comfortable and his hands gently moved under your t-shirt, tasting the softness of your skin.

his touch gave you goosebumps all over your body.

when you looked him in the eyes, you saw he was smirking.

“i feel like you have feelings for me too” he said.

“i’m not that good with words but i’ve had the biggest crush on you for so long….” you confessed, avoiding his look. he found it cute how shy you avoided his eyes, feeling your cheeks burning.

his thumb moved toward your chin and he smiled at you, making you watching him in the eyes.

“you’re so pretty when you’re all shy…” he teased you. his lips found yours once again and he took that as an opportunity to move his hands further under your shirt.

“we shouldn’t be doing this here…people could hear us” you whispered.

“then let me take you back at the hotel so you’re gonna be mine all night long….” he whispered against your neck, making you shiver.

you nodded and you let him lead you towards your car.

note to yourself ;

remind you to thank cathy for getting sick, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened.

[ravenelyx]

I love you in every timeline - Chapter 1: My Love Is As a Fever, Longing Still

← Prologue

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Words: 14.9k

Chapter Warnings: angst, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name usage for reader (only a few blank spaces), use of 2nd person for the reader, Sebastian is confused and doesn't know how to handle his feelings, and he's also struggling with his personality, veeeeery slow burn

Summary: "He couldn't risk being emotionally stuck somewhere he didn't belong just because his heart was grieving and crying out for a memory of the girl it broke and pieced itself back together for. He couldn't do that to you. He couldn't do that to himself. He couldn't do that to her". In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: this is long, and more is to come. It's gonna be a very slow burn apparently, but I hope you will like it. Finally Chapter 1 is here, it's been a while. Also, as much as I love fanon! Draco and Pansy, I decided to follow a more canonical approach here, sorry. Again, english is not myfirst language so I'm sorry if I made any mistakes. Never am I going to write about time travel again,my brain hurts.

I also made a playlist inspired by this because why not.

You can find the whole fanfiction here on ao3

"My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please." - William Shakespeare, Sonnet 147

You weren't her.

Then who the hell were you?

You briefly smiled at Sebastian and then turned back to the red-head, squinting. "Do you have the book or not?"

Ron gulped, avoiding your eyes. "It's probably in my dorm or something... I didn't have class, so I didn't take it with me."

"In your dorm, isn't that right?" Your eyes narrowed even more if that was even possible, and Sebastian was pretty sure you were about to hex him on the spot. Your leering didn't go unnoticed by either of the two Gryffindors and Hermione’s throat bobbed ever so slightly, eyes widening a little in alert.

"Well, as I said—"

"Here," interrupted Hermione suddenly, voice slightly squeaking. She looked into her bag and extracted her own copy of Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants. "Use this in the meantime. I take notes on the book too, unlike Ronald here, so it should compensate."

You accepted the book, seemingly calming down a bit. “Thank you, Hermione,” you said, enunciating her name sarcastically as you shot the other boy a nasty look, and Sebastian couldn't help but feel a touch of schadenfreude as Ron hung his head low, cheeks as red as his hair.

“I said I'll give it back,” said Ron, scowling. “It’s not like you need it anyway. Sprout doesn’t even make us open books!”

You politely smiled at Hermione, your eye slightly twitching at his remark, before said smile turned into a sneer as you looked at Ron again. “Then what the hell is taking you so long?"

Hermione sighed softly, dejectedly, and Ron shrinked on himself, sending Sebastian an unconfident look. But that only seemed to propel you to continue.

"And most people do open books for Herbology, my dear Ron, but I don’t expect you to know that. You’re too busy trying to find ways to whine and beg others to help your lazy ass later when they have other, more important things to do.”

Sebastian saw it happen, in a gradual, torturous slowing of time. There was something about you, in the way your lip quirked up, in the way your brows furrowed, giving life to that crease. Something that you couldn't stop, washing over you like a tsunami, drowning any possible thought of rationality and empathy. Control, in that moment, was appearance and nothing more.

He felt, for a moment, afraid; chilling his veins until goosebumps raised on his skin: a thrill, as if she was there. As if he was watching her unleash that godly power in all her beauty.

You were still, hands clammy at your sides, as he could see you open and close them repeatedly, and you weren't gloating. It was different; like that thick, foggy feeling that floods your brain when your opponent misses a step whilst casting Protego, or opens their arm a bit too much, making it easy for a well-aimed Stunning Spell to pass through, and it makes your cheeks turn red and your chest flutter, and Sebastian saw that twinkle in your eyes as you ignored Hermione’s pleading look.

The same thrill that makes his heart tug when he inevitably, nimbly raises his wand back. When the spell goes right where he intended it to go, and the deaf sound of a wand hitting the floor fills his ears.

It was that innate human side that took pleasure in pain. That part that could turn from a lambent glow into a Fiendfyre if you're not careful. Or if you really put your mind to it.

But you weren't duelling.

Sebastian wasn’t sure what to make of the way with which you were slandering your — he supposed — friend. And in front of him, too. It made him slightly tremble, his lip slightly twitch. Part of him wondered if he was invisible, part of him felt a little too alert, part of him pitied the girl in front of him.

And while it seemed Ron and Hermione were just as shocked, they had a sort of weary gleam in their eyes. And any attempt at smoothing things over was futile. Hermione feebly tried to intervene. “Oh, we don’t need to go further—”

“You see Ronald, for a Prefect you should really put some thought into the impression you’re making on new students, not to mention the one you should give of our school—” you ignored her and sarcastically gestured towards Sebastian, who felt his breath hitch at the sudden spotlight put on him, “and yet, you’re always so comfortable acting like a dimwit . Pull yourself together and be responsible for once.”

Ron’s jaw fell open, completely at loss for words at your harsh words, and he shared a look with Hermione that Sebastian was able to understand completely.

What the hell just happened?

He couldn't agree more.

“I think you’re overreacting,” said Ron sternly.

“I think you’re disrespectful,” you replied just as eagerly.

“Alright, that’s enough!” said Hermione, putting herself between the two Gryffindors. “It so happens we have a guest here!”

Sebastian felt his heartbeat quicken ever-so-slightly as both you and Ron turned to him like you had just seen him for the first time. He shifted his weight uncomfortably; an attempt to get rid of that eerie shiver that ran down his spine as your incensed gaze fell on him.

That seemed to snap you out of it, and your cheeks flushed a bit in regret. “Fair enough...” you muttered, nodding at Sebastian. “Sorry.”

He nodded back, unsure about what to do as he shifted his eyes between you and Ron, letting them linger on your face each time he looked at you. Your nose had that same curve he always wished he could kiss, run his lips over with reverence… He shook the thought out of his head immediately.

“I should receive an apology as well,” muttered Ron, and Hermione nudged his arm as a warning not to add fuel to the fire.

"You have one day. Just one." You gave Ron an ultimatum, your tone sharp and, Sebastian thought, quite frightening. He hoped to never find himself in Ron's place. “And don’t expect me to help you ever again, I'm tired of it!”

You didn’t wait for an answer and began to walk away, only stopping briefly to look at the Slytherin boy. "I wish you the best of luck, especially if he— " you glanced at Ron again "—has to be the one guiding you through this maze they call a school."

Sebastian gasped and opened his mouth to reply, but his words seemed to be stuck somewhere between his throat and his tongue. He let his eyes fleet over your face again, heart beating out of his chest as he tried to make out your features, like in a dream.

"I hope we'll meet again soon enough." You forced a smile on your face that looked almost guilty and embarrassed, and with that, you were gone.

His eyes followed you until you turned a corner and vanished from his sight, thoughts racing at a hundred miles an hour — questions with no answers clouding his mind more and more each second. Who were you? Why did you look like her? And above all, why did you bear her family name?

Even after the theatricals that he had just witnessed, there was a certain hope in his heart: traitorous and wrong. A hope that she was really there, somewhere, waiting for him. A hope he immediately wanted to crush as soon as the image of your eyes and red robes flashed in the window of his vision again.

Sebastian Sallow was utterly, completely, absolutely losing his mind.

He was aware of the gravity of his situation — his body still spasmed uncomfortably every now and then as a result of having travelled through space and time — but, Sebastian realised, it felt more like a trance. A painfully aware and too tight reverie he couldn't find a way out of. After all, just the night before, Natty had asked him if he wanted to take part in Summoner's Court with her the next day, hadn't she?

And just a few hours after that, Sebastian had decided to try his last chance, opening the artefact that, he had believed, would bring him back to a time where her sister wasn't cursed — a time he could have avoided the disaster. And not just one at that.

He took a deep breath, willing the halls of Hogwarts to become brighter in his vision, more real. He was indeed in the future, he repeated himself, his ribcage evidently too small to contain the excruciating throbbing he felt in his chest. He had to accept that. He did. Probably.

“Bloody hell!” Sebastian heard Ron mutter as he also stared at the point from which you had just disappeared. “What was all that for?”

“Honestly, Ronald…” said Hermione curtly. “We’ll deal with this later.”

Still, Sebastian felt painfully calm at his situation: the sort of calm that he only experienced when he knew he was in trouble and couldn't do anything about it, or when he knew he was in trouble and had the solution for it lying in his hands, teeming down his throat like a treacly and old pint of Butterbeer, or a briquette of ice, whipsawed by the choice of safely travelling down his stomach and melt and leave him warm and satisfied or change direction and chill his lungs and cut his breath and bring him to a freeze.

What would Sebastian, a calm and collected person (and he believed he was, or tried, at least), do in a similar situation?

Two options came to his mind, clear and painfully bright.

To freak out completely until he was in shambles on the floor, addled and ready to break himself and cut the edges of his persona to fit into the new reality he now essentially belonged to, though he still didn't feel like it.

Or estrange himself from said reality, seeing it through lenses, analysing the world around him as if he weren't there until he found a way to go back, like a spectator, a reader. And he was indeed a reader.

In a way, the very core of one was tantamount to the other — both would completely destroy him. And Sebastian Sallow could not allow himself to be destroyed. Not like this.

But then there was another, the one Sebastian desperately willed himself to adopt, keeping his edges glued to himself and the lenses away from his perfectly working eyes.

The one he followed when everyone had lost hope for Anne.

And that was any option available, and every rational thought, even if the sound of them — or anything else, really — was still drowned by the loud pounding of his heart reverberating at the thought of the girl who just flipped his world upside down.

“What did you say her name was again?” Sebastian asked the two students, his eyes never leaving the corner you had just turned.

Ron and Hermione both looked at him with surprise; Ron opened his mouth with a scowl, as if about to make a snarky remark, but Hermione interrupted him, repeating your name calmly.

That was indeed the name.

And so he tried to be as rational as possible.

“Thank you,” said Sebastian quietly, lips parted, gaze musing. “I’d forgotten that just there.”

You were her descendant, a hundred years from his time.

Sebastian couldn't remember her having any siblings or cousins who bore her surname, but if you did, you had to have received it from a male member of her family, didn't you? She couldn't possibly have given you her name unless she married someone from her own bloodline, and Merlin, he hated that thought.

Or she had married someone else and decided to keep her own surname instead, and, once again, Sebastian knew — it wasn't his first thought, of course, but certainly one that plagued his mind — that he couldn't have been the one she had married, because if one thing was true about Sebastian Sallow, it was that he'd have burned down the world just to get her to take his last name.

His thoughts circled back to her family, but try as he might, he couldn't pinpoint any related members from whom you might descend. He was starting to feel dizzy and sure to be on the brink of collapsing under the amount of information he was trying to process, but then Ron and Hermione pulled him out of his trance by starting to explain the rules of the castle, the classes to attend and some basic information about the Professors.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts changes every year; they say there's a curse on the chair or something," explained Ron, having calmed down a bit, and half-smiled, "so you won't have to see toad-face for long."

"Toad-what?" asked Sebastian absent-mindedly, his head still teeming with disjointed thoughts and meandering ideas which, Sebastian was sure of it, would never find a proper abode.

"Our new Professor. You'll see what I mean when you meet her for the first time."

Sebastian nodded occasionally as he listened to them talk about the other Professors, such as Snape, the Potions teacher, and also the Head of the Slytherin House. Ron kept going on about how annoying he was, trying not to show how much he was afraid of him. "You don't have to worry, though: Slytherins get special treatment from him," he said jokingly.

Ron, Sebastian decided then, was a nice fellow. He found himself wondering why you had reproached him so harshly. He had half-a-mind to ask, then, about your behaviour — and why both the two Gryffindors seemed to be far less surprised about it than he expected. He decided against it.

"Wait, what do you mean, she won't let you use spells?" Sebastian frowned as they talked about 'toad-face', alias Dolores Umbridge.

"She's from the Ministry," explained Hermione. "After what happened last year, we're sure they're doing everything they can to keep the school under control and make sure no lies—" she stroked the word sarcastically, "—are spread among the students.

"I'll explain everything later. We should focus on more important things, like your academic persona and your education," she added, noticing his confused expression.

She was definitely Prefect and worthy of her role too, at least if you went by the typical clichés.

--

The hours passed, and there wasn't a minute when Sebastian didn't think of her.

And of you.

Because the more time he spent walking, the more his rationality seemed weak and pointless.

He thought he'd go mad, her memories spoiled by your oh-so-similar but equally different features. He saw your eyes looking at him back in the Scriptorium, as she was ready to take the Cruciatus Curse rather than cast it on him. He saw a Gryffindor sitting by him in Herbology, stealing not-so-subtle glances while tending to the mandrakes. He felt like his mind was splitting in half, frustrated and embittered and close to tears as you tainted his remembrances of her.

He needed to see you again, talk to you, ask about your life, your family, your past. He needed to know every thought behind your eyes, every subtle expression towards him that could mean you recognised him, that you were her, that you remembered him, remembered your time together, that you'd follow him in all his antics, in all his mistakes, in all his choices, that your actions meant more than your words.

That you loved him as he loved you — as he loved her.

Her.

Not you.

Because he didn't need to talk to you. Because indeed your recent actions spoke louder than words ever could.

Because no matter how much Sebastian fooled himself into thinking that he wasn't alone, stuck in a world that had gone on without him for a hundred years, that she returned his feelings the way he thought she did, that somehow you'd look at him and know that she was meant for him, that you were meant for him, you weren't her . You didn't know him. You could never know him as she did, and not because he wouldn't let you in — he'd run to you even now and lay his heart open if it meant finding a faint resemblance to what it used to be — but because he couldn't allow it. He couldn't risk being emotionally stuck somewhere he didn't belong just because his heart was grieving and crying out for a memory of the girl it broke and pieced itself back together for. He couldn't do that to you. He couldn't do that to himself. He couldn't do that to her.

At that moment, Sebastian made the decision to stay as far away from you as possible.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he reached the Great Hall. He hadn't noticed that it was already lunchtime.

"Do you think Dumbledore will make a speech to introduce him or not?" asked Ron, not caring that the Slytherin boy could hear him loud and clear.

"I don't think he'd just let it go, but I hope it won't be as big as last year's," noted Hermione.

"Those were two bloody new schools, Hermione. This one must be different."

He felt like a new Honeydukes product hitting the shelves for the first time.

It turned out the Headmaster hadn't made a speech to introduce him, and Sebastian almost would have preferred it if he had, because he felt like a circus monkey sitting at the Slytherin table with a hundred eyes staring at him like he'd just broken into their home and stole a particularly rare card from their Chocolate Frogs collection. He looked around at the other tables and saw heads turning away so quickly that he was sure he would be the culprit in a mass murder with a thousand broken necks. He sighed as a girl with dark hair and green eyes sitting opposite of him handed him mashed potatoes.

"Do you want to eat or not? No one poisoned your food just because they don't know you."

Sebastian glanced at her and accepted her plate, munching his food slowly as if he didn't quite believe her.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson."

"Sebastian Sallow."

"Sallow? Never heard of that name. What's your blood status?"

He almost choked on his food at her blunt question. What kind of uncivilised conversation was this? And the way she looked at him, waiting for his answer, he knew that that question alone could decide his entire future — hopefully a short one — in that House.

"I'm a pureblood like you, I suppose," he lied, lifting an eyebrow as he blankly stared at the girl.

"I see," said Pansy, narrowing her eyes as if not fully believing him. And Sebastian knew it was probably time for him to make up a story, a lie he could tell everyone in the indefinite amount of time he was to spend among them.

He had put a great deal of thought into what wanted to tell in the past hour — he could, after all, be anyone. Anyone he wanted.

He could change his past, he could avoid his mistakes, he could pretend to be a normal boy with a normal life. He could just be.

In the end, it didn't matter, because while other people might look at him and see only a picture-perfect new student with a thirst for knowledge, he would look at himself and see the boy who tortured his friend, the boy who murdered his uncle.

They might not know, but he would.

He kept the edges tight against his body, and decided to opt for a half lie that made it easier for him to play on and not forget any details.

He told her that he wasn't from the Highlands. He told her how his parents were Professors at another magical school but died prematurely, and left him to live with his uncle, a former Auror. And he told her about his timely death as well, omitting, of course, his involvement in it.

"When he died, too, I decided to move here," he concluded simply, hiding the tremble of his lips behind a glass of pumpkin juice.

Part of him expected sympathy from her, or at least a hint of hesitation; that look he had become so accustomed to whenever people came to know about his tragic tale or something along those lines.

Surprisingly — though, for some reason, Sebastian wasn’t surprised in the slightest — Pansy Parkinson didn't seem to care at all.

"Were your parents true purebloods or filthy blood traitors like the Weasleys?" she asked instead, clearly showing where her priorities lay, and it was enough for him to know that his earlier hope that there would be no more discrimination was merely a child's prayer.

"They have magic. That's the only thing you need to know." Sebastian cut short before focusing on his food. He noticed the familiar badge on her robes and silently thanked Dumbledore for assigning him to the Gryffindor Prefects instead. At least they never judged him, not even for dwelling with time and space like a bloody idiot — though he believed he had seen a gleam of reproach in Hermione's eyes as she'd uttered the word 'misadventure .

"All right, I believe you." She shrugged.

Sebastian wasn't convinced.

Pansy nudged a boy beside her, who looked at him with his piercing grey eyes. He was pale, with sleek blond hair so light it almost looked white, and also wore a badge. He reminded Sebastian of Ominis. That must be Malfoy.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," — it hadn't been so hard to guess, though now Sebastian thought he'd rather not meet him at all — "I saw you walking around today with that skint blood traitor and that mudblood Granger. You should have been assigned to us. It's not worth it to taint your blood status by associating with such filth," he spoke venomously, a mocking tone punctuating his sentences.

Skint blood traitor. Mudblood. He was exactly like those boors Sebastian so enjoyed thrashing in Crossed Wands when they had the guts to join. Perhaps he could do the same with him — blast him with Bombarda until his hair turned black (or he went bald; any of them would do).

Sebastian didn't know why he suddenly felt like defending the honour of two people he had met that same day, but he wished he could poison his food instead.

"Maybe next time you'll be considered fit for your assigned role. I suppose all that purity didn’t take you that far this time," he replied just as rudely.

Draco Malfoy made a weird face — a mix between stunned and angry and that half smirk that had begun to creep up his face as he had expected Sebastian to agree with him, and that had died on his lips but not yet fully, and the whole thing was so comical Sebastian had to hold back a snort. Because that was not (not in a million years, no matter how many artefacts he accidentally opened) going to happen, and when Draco Malfoy realised it, he seemed to have a hard time closing his mouth back to a dignified expression.

"I'd be careful if I were you, new student. I'm a Prefect!" he threatened, squinting his grey eyes and finally gaining enough control to curl his lip into a small smirk.

Spoiled bragger, Sebastian thought.

"And what exactly are you planning to do — take points away from your own House?" replied Sebastian, smirking back, enjoying how his face turned back to that ferret-like countenance.

"We share the same dormitory. Choose your words carefully." Draco Malfoy pursed his lips, his face becoming even paler. Sebastian wondered if he had even an ounce of blood in that body of his.

"We do indeed, so I suggest you sleep with one eye open," retorted Sebastian. Part of him knew that, logically, he should have been more mature about the situation.

But Merlin, he was starting to despise the brat.

(And the other part of him was still fantasising about that Bombarda-induced vengeance).

"You think you can scare me?"

Draco Malfoy snickered, and the line of Slytherins sitting on his side began staring at the two boys with piqued interest, wondering what all the fuss was about. It was quite unusual for two Slytherins to argue so openly, and even students from other Houses had begun to turn their heads towards their direction. Two big students beside Draco Malfoy snickered, too, as if on cue. Sebastian felt a wave of repugnance at how pathetic they looked.

"Definitely not, especially when you have your guard dogs next to you." Sebastian nodded at the two students mockingly. "Tell me, does your father pay them to be by your side? They can't be that stupid to volunteer to be in your presence."

The blond appeared to want to eat him alive, while the other two took a bit longer to fully understand his words before reproducing the same angry expression. Perhaps Sebastian understood your outburst: it was indeed gratifying to pour his disdain out. Though, unlike you, Sebastian didn't feel an ounce of regret. 

"All right, Draco, enough of this," interrupted Pansy with a sigh, before giving Sebastian a hateful look. "He's a blood traitor like Weasley, and he'd better take care of his priorities."

Sebastian ignored her, focusing back on his food and already dreading the idea of having to share his Common Room and dormitory with people like that. Maybe he could sleep in the Undercroft for the rest of the year. He wondered if that place still existed at all.

Strangely enough, the aftermath was quite unsatisfactory, and Sebastian felt his cheeks warm up as he realised he had indeed acted like an immature git, stepping down right at their level. He stared at his half-empty plate, abashed.

The time passing, then, felt particularly chilly under his skin.

After he felt content enough with his lunch, Sebastian stood up, ready to meet the two Gryffindors again. He faltered a little as he looked around their table, his chest squeezing as he caught a glimpse of you. And not just a glimpse.

He watched you as you engaged in a happy conversation with a red-haired girl next to you: she scarily resembled Ron, so he deduced that she must be his sister. The two Prefects sat opposite you, and on your other side was a boy with messy black hair and round glasses.

Sebastian noticed how you tried to avoid Ron's eyes, only glancing up at him through your lashes from time to time before looking back at the girl, and he wondered if you would even apologise or if you were waiting for the red-head to do so. How proud were you? How much did you care? To which length were you willing to go for the people you loved? Sebastian felt a compulsive need to know it all, a new wave of hunger right in the pit of his stomach, completely empty even after his heavy, albeit displeasing, lunch, and ready to be fed by what all he could find about you. He needed to know every last bit of information, if it was the last thing he did in that new world.

That eerie calm chilled his bones again, moderately assuaging his desire, like a glass of cold water before supper. Sebastian realised he was stuck, so he had no rush to do exactly that. He didn't need to be greedy, to devour — though the idea was tempting indeed — and to gobble up every bit of you yet. He could feast, he could savour, he could indulge in his sumptuous meal like he deserved. And then he would find his way back, satiated beyond belief.

Now that would take his edges off.

He shook his head, derailing that tingly feeling running down his lower stomach before it nestled, and averted his eyes, instead noticing that barely anyone had left the Great Hall, and he was the only Slytherin standing. He quickly walked out of the room and rested against a column, wondering if he should wait for Ron and Hermione to finish eating and meet him, or if he should just go alone.

--

Sebastian decided to walk to the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower, to the Undercroft, praying it would still be there, untouched by other students. When he arrived, he saw the familiar clock, and his heart swelled in fear and anticipation as he took out his wand and flourished it like he had done so many times he practically relied on muscle memory alone.

The clock hands started to turn, and he breathed a sigh of relief as a door opened to the familiar room that he considered an analogue to his house. He stepped in carefully and looked around. The furniture hadn’t moved an inch in a hundred years, still in the same position that Ominis knew by memory. He wondered about him: if he knew Sebastian would one day disappear forever only to remain stuck in the future, if he had waited for him in that same room hoping for him to come back, or if he was glad he was gone after all.

Sebastian wondered if he would ever return to his time: if Ominis and Anne had been waiting for him their entire lives, getting old without him, and if they had hoped that they would one day see him again, and then he had another terrifying thought: what if he went back yet it was too late?

What if all of his pals were much older than him once he did? What if, upon his return, he discovered Anne still suffering the effects of the curse, or worse yet, already deceased? What if Ominis had been made to return to his family, where he would have either changed into one of them or been tortured and murdered? What if she had found someone else to fall in love and share the rest of her life with, or what if the perilous journeys she was compelled to take killed her and he had not been there to save her?

"Scourgify!" he declared, pointing his wand at various objects around him to clean them, wishing he could reproduce the same effect on his mind.

Once he was done, he sat down, leaned against a column, and put his head in his hands, breathing deeply and feeling his eyes burn.

The calm had gone, replaced by pure, utter despair and panic. It had only been a few hours since he'd found himself there, confused and startled, and he knew it would be many more until he went back — if ever.

If ever.

The thought cut at his lungs like sharp glass, drawing quiet and wet sobs. He didn't know whether the artefact could ever be repaired at all. He didn't know whether he could control it enough to go back if it was repaired. For all he knew, he'd find himself in bloody Mesopotamia, if he was lucky enough to survive another travel. Or he'd get stuck between time and space, forever embedded in the threads between realities.

Based on those thoughts alone, Sebastian felt like he should be grateful to have found himself still in Hogwarts, as safe as he could be, but he wasn't.

He missed his routine, his life, his friends. He had disappointed Ominis, but he would give anything to hear his voice now, even if he yelled at him, to see Anne even if she did not want to see him, to read their old letters over and over again, to accompany her on whatever adventure she was setting out on. Heck , he wanted to hear Headmaster Black's voice scolding him for his horrible detention record, listen to Poppy ramble about her dear magical creatures, see Garreth blow up his potions, and even wanted to hear Imelda complain about Quidditch being cancelled. He missed it all.

He spent some time there alone — he did not know whether it was minutes or hours — weeping silently to himself. His wrists copiously moved to his eyes in a weak attempt to dry his tears, which kept falling nonetheless, undaunted, wetting his cardigan and shirt and skin.

Sebastian had always prided himself in his capacity to bottle up emotions, to avoid the crying and instead channelling those goopy feelings into something more useful, like studying or spellcasting. That had backfired, and Sebastian had to learn, awfully, that doing that didn't mean those emotions wouldn't force their way out in a way or another, and after what had happened in the Catacombs, where his feelings had exploded in the worst way imaginable, he had reluctantly decided that crying alone was the best way to let them flow naturally. With that and everything that had happened to him within a few weeks, not to mention the previous events, he felt overwhelmed.

He hated it.

After drying his tears as best he could, hoping that no one would notice his glistening eyes or swollen face, he decided to leave the Undercroft and find Ron and Hermione again; they were to give him his timetable, as he would join their class starting the next day. That was before he abandoned them.

He stepped out of the room and froze in his steps. You were sitting on the ground just outside, back against the wall, focused on your textbook. You looked up once you heard a noise, and saw a dishevelled and surprised Sebastian staring straight at you.

"Oh, well, hello again, new fifth-year!" You smiled politely.

He cursed under his breath, turning his face away slightly and rubbing the back of his hand under his nose again, in case any stray tears were still present.

"'Didn't know about another secret passage in the school," you continued, apparently ignoring his actions, before muttering to yourself, "It wasn't on the Map."

"Map?" he said in a rough, unfamiliar voice, surprising even himself.

You examined him, a quizzical expression on your face. "Have you been crying?" you asked bluntly, raising your eyebrows in surprise.

Great job, Sebastian. Perfect disguise.

He felt his cheeks warm up, and he turned away again. "No... not at all." He cleared his throat, trying to find a way to switch up the conversation when his eyes fell on your book. "What are you reading?"

You frowned slightly, obviously not believing him, but understanding that he wasn't willing to talk about it, and looked back at your book. "My Herbology book. Ron gave it back to me at lunch. Finally, I’d say."

Sebastian paused for a moment, unsure whether it was appropriate to ask about what happened in the corridor, but then he felt that ache again, right above his navel, and the words slipped from his mouth without restraint. "Did you two—"

"Don't." You interrupted him and averted your eyes, staring down at the cover musingly. "Don't bring it up again. That was already embarrassing as it was."

Sebastian stayed quiet, his eyes never leaving your form. He would very much have liked to just plunge into your brain at that moment and make himself at home there.

Perhaps he needed to add 'Learn Legilimency' to his to-do list.

"How so?" he asked at length, quite stupidly, he realised.

"I lost my temper," you said simply, and forced your eyes back towards him. Your next words seemed to eject out of your mouth painfully, like they were unfamiliar to you, and it took a while for you to utter them. You sighed, "I— I suppose… I owe you an apology."

An apology never felt so forced and so sincere at the same time. "Oh, you don't have to—"

"I do. It wasn't the best impression I made of myself." Your lips parted as you leaned your head back on the wall. "I suppose I have to apologise to Ron as well — properly, I mean."

Sebastian stayed quiet, observing you curiously. Why were you telling him all that? "I... suppose," he uttered, not knowing what else to say. That appeared to be enough for you because you didn't even seem to acknowledge his words.

"He was looking for you, you know? Hermione, too. They said they needed to give you your schedule."

"Ah, yes, they mentioned that before," said Sebastian, glad to change the topic. "I’ll meet them promptly then, I was—"

"—Too busy hiding in a place no one else knew about," you continued for him.

That made him still in his steps, a chill running down his spine. Your eyes met: his open wide, yours unwavering and daring him to contradict your statement.

Perhaps the previous topic was way better.

"I just..." Come on, Sebastian, think!

"I just stumbled upon it!"

Usually he was one to conjure lies out of thin air, but being around you made his brain seem to melt. Sebastian thought that it was because he didn't really want to lie to you, or perhaps it was because, with the way your eyes pierced him, he felt as if you already knew all his secrets, all his lies, and you certainly wouldn't be fooled, not even if he made up a whole story full of intricacies and chapters worth publishing.

He knew, however, that the answer was neither, and it lay deeper than anything he was willing to admit to himself so loudly that he had to face it.

"Right."

You closed your book and stood up, facing him. He couldn't read your expression properly, but he felt his body start to uncharacteristically shrivel at the intensity with which you stared him down. He was in Ron's place.

"Strange, isn’t it? how the new student suddenly stumbles upon a secret room on his first day — a room not even Fred and George know about."

You had spoken that last part quietly, as if only to yourself. In fact, Sebastian didn’t know who Fred and George were at all. And, frankly, he didn't want to. "What can I say? I’m full of surprises," he replied smoothly.

"Or full of lies." You hadn’t missed a beat.

It was frightening how easily you had switched back to the girl he had met in the corridor. And he pitied it. And he liked it. And perhaps he was a fool for liking it, and an even bigger fool for pitying it. "I didn’t know it was illegal to be in this room," he said, scowling.

"Illegal? Oh, not at all. But certainly unusual for someone who has supposedly never set foot in this school before."

You took a step towards him, and he had to fight the urge to take one back himself. There was something wrong in the air — something goopy and misty and heavy, penetrating his skin like Mallowsweet fumes, inebriating and dizzying and frighteningly close to losing control. He had only felt it once, in Hogsmeade nonetheless. Electric and impatient, but, now, shrouded. That day, it had been galvanising. Now it was almost shy — almost… veiled.

"Hermione told me that she barely only took you through the first two floors. You're not even supposed to know about the classroom's whereabouts, and yet you seem all too comfortable with your surroundings," you continued, unaware.

He felt his heartbeat accelerate. Why did you have to be so inquisitive? Was he supposed to tell you the truth now?

Dumbledore’s voice came back to his mind: "...unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I don’t know what you're talking about. It was an accident, as I said," replied Sebastian in a poor attempt to reason again, knowing full well you wouldn't believe him.

"Certainly a convenient one." He twitched involuntarily, like he had just got a shock. The corners of your lips lifted in a sneer. "You are an interesting case... Sebastian, was it?"

He nodded hesitantly and narrowed his eyes, baffled at your countenance and your confounding words. An interesting case?

You shuffled on your feet in a nimble movement and pressed your back against the wall again, leaning onto it. "Don’t forget to show me that room sometime, too."

"And why would I do that?" Sebastian was growing impatient at your behaviour, while some part of him was thrilled at your nonchalance. The more you bantered with him, teasing him like that, the more he felt his stomach flutter. He hated himself for it.

He felt a sudden urge to leave. To run to his Common Room, or back into the Great Hall, where the noise cramming his ears would be enough to shut down each and any possible much-too-loud beat of his heart, as if the mere sound of those tiny pulses would beguile him into wandering proscribed feelings. A deceit of his own body he wasn't willing to face, not even through his love of the forbidden. The hunger and ache had to stay just that: mere curiosity, more about her and her family than you.

But he stayed in the silence of the corridor, with a loud pounding noise in his ears.

"Because it would be a shame if other people in, let’s see, higher power were to know about it, too, wouldn’t it?" You moved a hand through your hair to push it back, clearing your vision, and Sebastian watched as your locks fell around your face, a twinge in his chest. "Although I do believe Professor Flitwick would love to have another room for his choir practice. Is there a good acoustic in it?" You peered over his shoulder and towards the now closed door with a playful smile, clearly only teasing him, but the way the light fell on the tresses framing your visage was a bit too familiar to him. His mind stalled for a moment, and he didn't want those beats to stop anymore.

"Why do you care about this room so much?" Sebastian shifted his weight, now taking a step forward as well, and your eyes flickered down when you perceived the movement. Your lip twitched a bit.

"Why do you?" You simply replied, shrugging. "A secret room is a secret room. Don't you want to be a proper new student and get in good with the Professors?"

Sebastian felt his stomach boil at your singsong tone. "That seems to be more of a Gryffindor trait."

"Is it? And how much does a supposed stranger know about our Houses?"

His breath hitched and his resolve crumbled immediately at your quick retort. Sebastian warmed all over and stilled in his steps, feeling a bit too heavy on his legs. The image of the girl who lost her temper in the corridor was the one he had expected to evoke, pity even, yet she was nowhere to be found as your half-lidded gaze stared at him impishly.

"Besides," you continued, clearly feeding off his reaction with increasing confidence. "You should really get to know your Slytherin peers a bit more. Hopefully you won't become like them, but alas if you do, you'll end up snitching on this place yourself."

The thrill gradually disappeared, replaced by unadulterated annoyance. He found himself lowering his head, and he glared down at you, heart pounding in his ears. Your eyes stayed unwavering in his, though Sebastian noticed your crossed arms tightening marginally around your chest. "You can only wish to be like us," he hissed.

As you lifted an eyebrow daringly, he stepped forward again, finally free of that marbly perception that had spread through his body at your mockery, and towered over you. You tilted your head up, eyes never leaving his, the red and gold making them stand out in a way that only sent a new wave of anger through Sebastian's bones.

You could only wish to be like her.

"My dream in life."

Your voice rustled softly against your teeth, stretching with the smirk you wore, daring him to retort again. Sebastian felt it spread before he could even process your words entirely, burning through his guts all the way up to his trembling hands. That hunger. Craving. Ache. And something else — something that made the corners of his mouth tingle and his head tilt forward slightly more. He inhaled deeply from his nose, breathing out gratingly, air straining against his throat.

"Shall I serve as your future proxy and tell the faculty about it now?" you continued, voice glottal and purring, faring on the satisfaction of his heavy breathing on your face. "Might save you time ahead."

A low chuckle left his lips. "Even if you told the faculty about it, I could always pretend you were the one who showed it to me and kept it a secret all this time. After all, I am the new student, aren’t I?"

He grinned to himself as your smile fell slightly, squinting as you looked at him, but it only lasted a moment before you spoke again.

"And why, pray tell, would anyone believe that I would fraternise with a Slytherin enough to show said person a secret room?" You leaned your head on the side, and Sebastian’s heart jumped again. "And why would I turn myself in, given I would have, supposedly, kept my room hidden for five years?"

"It's my room," replied Sebastian lowly, instinctually, voice slightly trembling, blood rising to his head. Despite the height difference, he was starting to feel smaller and smaller every time you spoke, crushing his resolve word by word. It made him shrivel. "I knew it before. You're not welcome in it, nor is it any of your business."

"You knew it before," you repeated blankly, like you didn't care. "So you’re admitting to having learnt about this place already?"

What?

A heartbeat, a glint in your irises, and Sebastian's heart dropped pathetically as he realised he had given you exactly what you had been searching for — what you had wanted him to admit all this time. He shifted his weight back, leaning away from you. "No, I never said—"

"—I believe the Professors know about your true history — especially Dumbledore, you can't trick that one — so I know they won’t be fooled," you continued undaunted to shut each and every one of his possible retorts. "Plus, even if you told them that lie after I snitched on this place, they’d still let it go and take control of this room — Filch in particular. I won’t get into trouble just for keeping an insignificant room secret, but you would lose your special place."

His mouth fell open, for once at a loss for words. He could only stay silent as you threatened to reveal his hidden spot with that undeterred ragging tone of yours. Sebastian would usually brush off any threat against him, especially if it involved getting the help of teachers of all people — he was known for breaking rules on any occasion — but he couldn't ignore your words. He knew you had no idea how much that room meant to him; would you have cared if he told you? Would you have taken your words back? Why would he care if you had? He had promised himself to stay away from you, and that was exactly what he was planning to do. This conversation had gone on for too long.

"Who—Who says it's my special place?" Sebastian tried to salvage it, although his disingenuous and trembling voice betrayed him almost immediately.

"You reek of dust and humidity," you said with a satisfied smile, as if insouciantly waiting to shake his hand after your checkmate. "As if you've spent a lot of time in there just now. Also, no student in Hogwarts with more than a pea for a brain would ever refuse the comfort of a secret room no one has discovered yet."

You had deduced it... by his smell?

Sebastian had still been processing when you gathered your things and looked back at him, breaking into a genuine smile. "You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, and mind you, there are a lot of them in this school, so you'd better get used to it."

The corner of his lips quirked up against his will, heart gradually slowing down again. "Well, you did just threaten me in a way."

You chuckled — an unfeigned, carefree chuckle with no malicious hint — and shrugged. "I was never going to snitch on you, that would have been incongruous. I just wanted to see how this would go."

"I don't follow," he said at length, tilting his head slightly and raising an eyebrow at that. "Were you just playing with me?"

Sebastian didn't know why he had asked. It had been quite clear since you started talking that you had only run rings around him like he was a bloody amateur. He chewed on the insides of his cheeks in chagrin. You averted your eyes with a smile still on your face, and Sebastian wasn't sure whether to feel impressed or annoyed.

"Call it an investigation." You raised your hands in surrender. "I’m no Sherlock Holmes, of course, but..."

"Sherlock who?"

"He... Never mind." You shook your head, and looked back at him for a moment, biting your lip as if facing a conundrum. You sighed. "The thing is, from your perspective my threat should've appeared empty, or unfounded, because, as you said, the Professors would have believed that I was the one who showed you the room, as a more experienced student."

Sebastian listened intently, growing more confused the more you spoke. "Wait, so—"

"So, if you had nothing to hide and had really just found out about the room, you would've been less... defensive ," you explained, and Sebastian found no contempt in your voice: it was neutral, a bit excited maybe, but not mocking — perhaps only a little condescending, he noted bitterly. "Or, more specifically, you would have been defensive about me being out of line rather than about the room itself — more annoyed , I believe, at the fact that I got all up in your personal business uninvited."

The way you spoke, with unalloyed certitude and indisputable pride — though with an almost riveting aspect in your self-assurance, if he dared to admit it — seemed almost preposterous to Sebastian.

"Also," you continued, "if you had really stumbled upon it so easily, you would've been more shocked about the fact that no one else in the school had, wouldn't you?"

That actually... Made sense.

“What if I were just a new student who had accidentally found a room,” began Sebastian hesitantly, although he couldn't stop himself from being rather dazzled — and envious. And definitely ill at ease at your aptitude at reading people — him specifically. “And had completely panicked when another more experienced student threatened to reveal me as if I had done something horribly wrong?”

You looked at him, eyes shifting between his right and left one in a sequence. “Yeah,” you finally countenanced with a blithe nod. “That would have been perfectly plausible, too.”

Sebastian’s face fell, exasperated beyond measure. He suddenly felt a wave of lassitude wash over him and let out a world-weary sigh that earned him a small smile from you.

"Just know that you don't know me as much as you think you do," he said at length.

“I don’t know you at all,” you confirmed with a bright smile. “But I definitely enjoyed this. "

You pointed between the two of you, and Sebastian faltered, following your hand with his eyes for a moment before his gaze fixed on you again. "What?"

"It's just… I didn't lose my temper this time, and... well — it was sort of... nice."

Nice. The word you had used was nice. Sebastian found it anything but that: it had been humiliating to say the least. But again, he was the loser.

"You didn't lose your temper alright," said Sebastian, looking away. "Though we may need to get even on that."

Your eyebrows lifted and you broke into a giggle. "Yeah, perhaps. Even if I'm sure I'm not as much of a smooth talker when you’re not in… well… emotional distress." 

To his own surprise, Sebastian smiled back, genuinely and widely and almost tenderly, letting his chest tingle freely and a little more than needed. "So you took advantage of me."

"That I did." You nodded at him. "It’s a pleasure doing business with you." And with that, you started to walk away, leaving him stunned but smiling in the middle of the corridor.

"Ah, before I go," you suddenly added, turning around and walking backwards, and his eyes shot to you once more; "last time I saw Ron and Hermione, they were near the Grand Staircase, on the second floor. If I meet them, I’ll send them to you."

You waved at him and turned around, walking down the stairs and disappearing from his sight.

[Read more]

Taglist:

@lovely-maryj @yuzuhasbae @mosf13 @rbfacee @prichuchan-blog @h0neeyy @lina-prongs @moonlightsolo @ninicol @gayandfairycore @nanako-sakura @epicy0n @shiro-from-cafeberry

(I'm having trouble tagging some of you, sorry :( )

[courtingchaos]

Violence Ad Nauseam

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

Series Master List

A/N: Would you all like some actual story to go along with the smut chapters? Finally getting into the meat of this after months of being stuck on it. This is going to feel a little out of order with the next two chapters, mainly because those were written first but this bridged a gap I had in my conflict so have at it. This is the tinder to start the bonfire (and also to show off Roy, the world’s biggest bastard). Hope you enjoy, PLEASE read the warnings everyone!

Warnings: Violence, assault (Roy hits reader), depictions of injury, descriptions of injury, talk of violence.

18+ NSFW No Minors

A quiet afternoon on account of the brothers going off for lunch leaving just you in your corner and your father in the house. You saw him through the kitchen window when you stepped out to ask Ty something. He hovers just around the sink so you know he’s cooking, rinsing off the cranberries or breaking down some bird. Wednesday nights mean Family Meetings and when you’re done out here in the garage with this new dash wiring you’ll go in and quietly help him make your mother’s linzer tart.

Between the solder you pinch to the newly stripped wires and the radio droning at the side of your head, it takes you longer than it should to realize the rest of the noise has quieted. Suddenly it isn’t just four brothers gone but the whole homestead seems to have taken off, or at least run away from the heavy footfalls that almost echo in your workspace.

“What are you working on?” Roy’s deep voice is clear without the ring of metal work in the background.

You don’t look up from your work, especially not for him. “Custom dash.”

“Is that for you?”

“You know it isn’t.”

His laugh is anything but jovial, a thin ice pick that hits your spine wrong. You finish with your wires, tucking them back into their casing, before you turn to look at him smiling at you. It’s flat and doesn’t reach his eyes, a startling match to someone else you know. “What do you need?”

“Just came to talk.”

“Father’s in the house. You can talk to him.”

“I already did.” His footsteps seem measured in the last few feet he closes between you two. Those green eyes seem to darken the longer they look down at you, his distaste for you never more apparent. You hazard a look past him towards the open, empty bays and confirm you’ve been left for the wolves.

“There’s not much I can help you with.”

“Oh I beg to differ.” Suddenly he’s reaching for a folding chair leaned up against the wall. Opening it and motioning for you to sit with a wide open palm. “Have a seat sweetheart.”

Your heart pounds in your chest hard enough to crack ribs. “I’d rather stand.”

“I’d rather you sit.” Those eyes turn hard with a glint in the florescent work lights above. “Please.” Again he gestures at the open seat and you stall just a little too long. He grabs your bicep and yanks you forward to stand in front of the chair. “Sit. Down.”

There’s no one out here now. Your phone sits on your workbench, plugged in and on silent. The radio still sings out low and the garage remains quiet like it was the dead of night. So you sit and you swallow the vitriol that rises in your throat because you know when you’re outnumbered.

Roy nods his head when you do as asked and leans back onto the thick wooden worktop, arms crossed too casually across his chest. “You’ve been doing a little research I hear.”

“I do a lot of research, you’ll have to be specific.” You stare up at him with your best poker face, trying hard to leave the disgust out of your features.

“Don’t play fucking stupid.”

“I’m not.” You blink too much as your nerves start to flood in with his sharp tone. “I’m the brains around here, remember?” Licked lips end up bitten lips and you can see him watching all of your nervous energy bleed out into the open. “If Father didn’t know then-“

“I found that P.I. you hired. The one out of Biloxi.” He watches you still suddenly. “Hm. Clearer picture now?”

You nod because you don’t trust your voice to not betray you. Roy is a pain in your ass but he’s a dangerous one, something better left alone until it decides to leave you be. You’ve poked him before with your words and your blatant disregard for his need of Gator but now he has you cornered in silence.

“He sang quite the tune when it came down to brass tacks. Showed me the file on Gator first and then little ol’ me.” He clears his throat. “What are you looking for, bookworm?”

You open your mouth but he railroads you, talks right over your explanation because he didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to know about you looking into Gator and finding the hidden rot, the long trail of familial deceit that spanned from the gulf to the frozen plains Roy inhabited.

“You think you know it all don’t you? Think you can just do what you want because you think you’re smarter than everyone around you?” He stands to his full height, hands dropping to hang at his sides. “You’re sticking your nose in the wrong business.”

“He deserves to know.”

“Deserves to know what? That his father is running the same game down at home?” He scoffs at you. “You think he doesn’t know what kind of family he comes from?”

“He doesn’t know about you.”

“And what about me?”

You let your schooled features fall when you realize Roy thinks this is all about his money. “Does your brother know?” You feel bold when you lean into your question. “You two seem awfully close. Is that what you’re afraid of? Him finding out or you loosing money?”

There’s a dawning look on his face when he finally gets it.

“Does your brother know he raised your son or are you only keeping that secret from Gator?”

The air is heavy with every deep breath you and Roy take. He stares down at you staring defiantly up at him and the hollow chuckle from deep in his throat makes your skin crawl.

“You think he’s gonna believe you?” Roy leans down slow to get level with you, crouches in front of you with a creaking knee and violent look in his eye. Only a foot away and you hate how much you can see of Gator here; in the anger and the slope of his nose.

“I don’t lie to him.”

One thing about Roy is that he isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. It’s a common misconception because he has a posse behind him willing to do his bidding but in the right circumstances, ones like these with no prying eyes or ears, he sticks his hands right into the muck.

He moves faster than you think someone of his age should, especially with that loud knee, but knuckles wrap into the front of your jacket before you know what’s happening. He’s stronger and taller than you and he hauls you up fast, the chair collateral that gets kicked to the wayside by his boot. Your heels drag for just a moment before your back hits the side of the car you’ve been working on hard, wind knocked out of you while Roy gets in your face.

“I don’t care what kind of shit you’ve been pullin’ with him but I don’t play fucking games.” He shifts you up the door so you’re on tiptoes and supported by just his massive fists. “You’re fucking with things you have no idea about.”

“Then why don’t you enlighten me?” It’s strained out of you with your collar twisted up. Even pinned up against a car you still feel the need to goad him, especially when he’s this worked up. “Is it just about money with you or are you afraid of being responsible for him too?”

Roy pulls away for a moment, faltering enough to let you slip down almost onto flat soles. Your laugh is shallow too when you watch Roy’s face contort into a scowl.

“I’m warning you.” His voice doesn’t waver in anger. It’s flat like the look in his eyes.

“And I’m telling you-“

You hear the crack before you fully register what’s happened. The clap of an open palm that sets your face on fire and snaps your head sideways, brain rattling around in your skull. It takes a moment before you feel the sharp pain in your jaw and realize you can’t clench your teeth. It hangs unnaturally while you slide to the floor heavily, legs tangled under you while you try to make sense of what’s happened.

“You ain’t telling me shit.” He spits down at you, confused on the floor. “Look at me.” He demands but your vision swims and the pain surges into nausea. You couldn’t turn your head even if you wanted to but all your whimpering sends Roy into a further rage. He bends down and grabs your jaw roughly, twisting you sideways to look at him all while you scream in the back of your throat. His fingers dig into the hinge of your jaw and you howl louder with the pain he inflicts.

“I have no reservations with you.” He holds your face tighter and you cry, hot tears that spill over and down your flaming cheek. “I don’t care about whatever pedestal that boy puts you on, you start nosing around in my business?” He shakes your head and the edges of your vision darken momentarily. “I’m gonna put a fucking end to it.” He drops you suddenly and you barely catch yourself from hitting cement. His legs are all you can make out of him while you try to cradle your jaw and you watch him move away from you to your bench. “You’re gonna do whatever you want because you’re too smart for your own good, right?” He shifts things around that you can’t see, sends them clattering before you notice his boots in your peripheral again. “Right?!” He yells down at you and makes you jump before you try to shake your head no. “Well don’t lie to me, darlin’.”

“I’m not.” Only it comes out slurred and half formed from your numb lips. Roy clicks his tongue at you before he crouches next to you again only this time you flinch and that makes him smile.

“Look,” he squints at you holding your face together and trying to look him in the eye with all the disgust you can muster, “go ahead and call one of your brothers.” He tosses your phone on your lap. “Tell them what happened.”

You shake your head again.

“No?” It could almost be concern that he flashes you but you know better. “Gonna keep this to yourself?”

You nod almost against your own will.

“Like your little findings too?” His voice is soft like he’s trying to calm one of his horses. It has the opposite effect on you though, that roiling nausea replaced by rage in your gut. You nod again though, tears still falling freely down your face.

“Good girl.”

If you could spit at him you would. He stands gingerly to avoid his knee popping and you watch him walk away a few feet before he turns back to you. “Now I’m gonna head back up to the house, let your father know I’m done out here.” He checks his phone before giving you one last look, gesturing at his own jaw. “Should get that checked out.”

[short-honey-badger]

Stuck Between the Gator and the Flamingo

*PREVIOUSLY WARLORDS' ASSISTANT*

Wanted to try my hand at some Crocodile x Reader x Doflamingo. Hope you enjoy it! This is also the fic I've got posted on AO3, but I wanted to share Chapter 1 here since it can be read as a stand-alone. Any comments are welcome! Thanks!

BTW! If anyone is interested in being a beta, let me know! I can always use the help.

Warnings! NSFW, size difference, phone sex.

Masterlist

Come read more on A03! -> HERE

Being the personal assistant to one warlord had been tough for sure, but apparently you've done a good enough job that you were picked to be the assistant to a second warlord. So now, you split your weeks between Sir Crocodile and Donquixote Doflamingo. This week you were with Crocodile, the easier of the two warlords to deal with. Doflamingo was more of a spoilt child than a man. You'd found that out the hard way. Speaking of the man child, the blond would not stop calling your personal den den mushi, and you could tell that the constant ringing was getting on Crocodile's last nerve. 

"What is so damn important that the 'Mingo has to call you on my week?" Crocodile snarled and suddenly reached over and grabbed the snail from your limp hands. His sharp teeth almost split his usual cigar.

You watch in shock as the warlord answers the snail call, "Why are you calling her when you know this is my week?" He growled into the receiver. Smoke curled from his mouth as you watched it curl in the low light of his office. 

"Fu Fu Fu, Croco you sound jealous. Do you not like it when I bother our pretty assistant?" Doflamingo crooned over the speaker, and you watched Crocodile's face contort in rage. "I'm sure she'd much rather be here in paradise than in your dreary, dusty, desert anyway."

At that moment, you think that Crocodile might break your den den mushi, but the man's expression changed from rage to one of calculation. His golden eyes flick back and forth between you and the speaker before a grin begins to curl along his lips. Crocodile takes the cigar from his mouth and stubs it out, and you feel your stomach drop. This wasn't good.

You let out a startled yelp when the man suddenly snatches his ringed hand out and catches your wrist. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his other arm around your waist, keeping you there easily. 

"How about we ask her?" The warlord rumbles and sat the receiver down. His hook slipped under your chin, forcing you to gaze up at Crocodile. "Tell us, who would you prefer to stay with, Darling?" He cooed to you, grin matching his namesake. 

You blush from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes. This was not how you'd imagined your evening to be going. Sure, both men have been open about their attraction to you, but neither has done anything about it. Until now, apparently. 

"I uh. I don't think I should be choosing like this." You say and squirm in Crocodile's lap. You should get off. This isn't appropriate, but the big man just pulls you closer to his chest and tightens his arm. "I'm not worth the two of you arguing anyway." 

You are close enough to the den den mushi to see its facial expression, and it doesn't look happy. The arm around your waist clinches hard enough to make you gasp, eyes going wide, and you tense when Doflamingo speaks. 

"Don't say things like that, Angel." He says, and you shiver at the dark tone of voice. To your surprise, Crocodile agrees with the bird. 

"You are one of the few things Birdbrain and I agree on. Do not speak ill of yourself. You are more than deserving of both of our attention." Crocodile rasps, and you can tell it is an order and not a suggestion. 

"Y-yes, Sirs." You say loud enough that Doflamingo can hear. Your face is bright red, and you fight not to squirm anymore in Crocodile's lap. 

"Fu fu fu." Doflamingo laughs over the speaker and you can hear him adjust. When he speaks next, his voice is much closer to the speaker, and you can hear the heat and lust that drips from his tone. "Good girl. But maybe she should be warned of her punishment if she doesn't listen to us again, eh, Crocoman." 

Crocodile laughs and brings up his hand to thread through your hair, tilting your head back again so he can peer into your glossy eyes. 

"Kuhaha ha ha. I think you are onto something, 'Mingo." He rumbles. You gasp when his hook snags your shirt. It tears like butter, sending buttons flying and the remains falling from your shoulders. The sharp point catches your bra as well, sending it flying and leaving your breasts bare to the cool air of Crocodile's office. "Let's give our assistant a preview." 

You burn in embarrassment, cheeks flaming and you raise your arms to cover your breasts. You don't know what is going on, why the men suddenly decided today would be the day they would have you. Even if one of them was thousands of miles away. 

"How does she look, Crocodile?" Doflamingo demands. Gods. His voice had dropped to a husky whisper full of sin and it sent shivers up and down your spine. 

"Delightful." Crocodile says and you flinch when he suddenly pushes your arms down and away to expose you again. Crocodile eyes you like a man starved and you find yourself folding into yourself. You've never received such attention from men like Crocodile or Doflamingo before. It makes you nervous. 

"You should see her, 'Mingo." Crocodile continues and without prompt reaches out and pinches your right nipple, causing a sequel to leave your lips. "Perfect tits, flushed and beautiful." He applies just enough pressure to have you gritting your teeth, heat pooling in your gut and your eyes clinching shut. You couldn't watch this. 

You hear your other boss groan over the den den mushi, "Do that again. I want to hear our little assistant come undone." He hisses slowly. 

Crocodile does so, thick fingers pinching your nipple harshly and enjoying the way you hiss at the motion. He massages the sensitive bud and pulls you closer so that he can place soft kisses on the side of your neck. You can't help the moan that escapes you, skin shivering and hips jerking in the warlord's hold. "St-stop," you whine, hands coming up to curl around Crocodile's wrist in a poor attempt to stop the man. 

The men laugh at your pitiful sounds and Crocodile redoubled his efforts by moving on to your other nipple. You keen when he suddenly bites down, eyes flying open to watch the dark-haired man palm your breast. Tears come to your eyes when he pulls away to kiss his bite mark and you can feel his smug grin against your neck. 

"Does that feel good, Angel? Having that big hand touch you? Doflamingo purrs over the den den mushi. In his palace on Dressrosa, he sits at his own rarely used desk, pants unbuttoned and cock already hard and leaking. He'd been thinking about you all day and could picture you half naked in his Croco's grip. 

You blush even more at his words and bite your lip. It feels fantastic, but you weren't about to admit that. Especially not to two men who have such big egos already. Instead, you shake your head no. 

"Kuhaha ha ha." Crocodile grins down at you and shakes his head as if he is disappointed. "Now, now. Don't be like that, Pet. Use your words, tell us how you feel." He crooned and niped your ear. 

You shake your head again. "N-no! I don't want this. Any of this!" You deny hotly though your body easily betrays you whenever Crocodile lays his hands on your delicate skin. You ache for these men, thighs shaking and core begging to be filled. 

"Fu fu fu. Hear that? I think she is lying to us." The Bird accuses and you feel your blood run cold at the dark tone of his voice. That was never a good thing to hear with Doflamingo. 

"I'm not lying, Doffy." You whine lowly and know that you've only dug your grave further when both of them laugh at you again. Clearly, neither of them believe you, and you can't blame them. 

Suddenly, you are shifted back and in a swift movement, Crocodile tucks his thighs between your own and shoves your legs open. Your skirt rucks up against your waist, exposing your underwear. You are completely vulnerable in this position and it makes fear and excitement mix inside you. 

"Mhm. I think she is 'Mingo." Crocodile rasps and his hand finds your clothed sex. He swipes over the black fabric and your yelp, bucking your hips at the unexpected gesture. You hear your boss inhale deeply and feel his grin. "She wouldn't smell this good, otherwise." 

"Crocodile!" You hiss, embarrassed beyond belief that the man would say such a vulgar thing. You grunt when his hook slips under the band of your underwear and the elastic slips, snapping back against your sensitive skin. 

"My name next, Angel." Doflamingo crooned and you flush hotly. Everything feels overwhelming and over sensitive. It makes tears come to your ears and you suddenly wish that the other man wasn't thousands of miles away. 

Crocodile snakes a hand down your front, rough fingers sending shivers down your back. He finds your clothed sex and strokes the fabric, grinning when he notices the damp spot. He presses down and rubs, humming and bucking his own hips up when you gasp at the sudden pleasure. "Come on, Pet." He says and swipes his fingers again, the friction almost too much against your clothed clit. "Say his name, and I'll give you everything you want." 

His thumb presses hard against your clit, turning in a slow, maddening half-circle that has you bowing forward and crying out. Your eyes open again and you watch the hand between your legs with intensity. Crocodile does it again and your mouth drops open in a keen, hips bucking and seeking that wonderful pleasure. 

"Say it." Crocodile demands of you and his deep, commanding voice finally has you surrendering. 

"Doffy!" You cry, eyes clinching shut as you sag back against Crocodile. His pace increases, rubbing your swelling clit harshly as you wiggle in his lap. The sight is lovely and he presses up into you, enjoying the way you rub yourself against his clothed cock. 

"Oh, Angel." Doflamingo praises over the receiver and you flush crimson at the reminder of your actions. What have you done? "Say it again for me. Crocodile, reward her for being a good girl." 

"Kuah ha ha." Crocodile's deep chuckle has your thigh twitching. He glances down, golden eyes watching you intently. His hook finds the elastic of your panties and he watches as shock flies over your face when he rips them from your body. Your mouth drops open in a gasp and you scramble to cover yourself from his gaze. However, his hand dives back between your legs before you can shut them, and easily pries your thighs open. 

"St-stop! I can't!" You cry out and the men just laugh at you again. Crocodile keeps your thighs spread with his hook and uses his free hand to grab your jaw. He tilts your head back and up, angling so that he can peer into your eyes. 

"Stop lying to us." He snarles and his eyes narrow into angry slits. Fear floods you, but your arousal skyrockets at the same time, leaving you in a muddled, confused mess in the pirates' hold. "You will take everything we give you." 

With those words, Crocodile jerks your legs open, exposing your core to the cool air of the office and shoves one thick finger into your leaking cunt. You hiss at the sudden stretch, eyes flying open to watch him pump his finger in and out of you, ear burning at the loud squelching sound that echoes in the office. 

Just as you felt like you were about to tip over the edge, Crocodile took his hand away and brought it up to his face. He examined your slick in the low light before sticking his finger into his mouth and licking it clean with a happy groan. "Wait until you can taste her, 'Mingo. Just like honey." The devil fruit user rumbled in delight. 

You whimper and whine, sounding more like a bitch in heat than a human sitting on her boss's lap. You glance down to see that your thighs are red and scratched, mostly likely from the golden hook that still sits between your legs. 

"Does it hurt, Angel?" Doflamingo croons over the speaker and you pick up the sound of skin on skin contact. The blonde was stroking himself to the sound of Crocodile playing with you, and the image that popped up in your mind had you groaning in delight. You found yourself nodding furiously, head thrown back to rest against Crocodile's chest. 

"D-Doffy, Crocodile, please!" You keen and gasp when the dark-haired man picks up his pace. His thumb meets your clit again and the warlord smiles at how wet you are just from what little attention he has given you. 

"That's it, Pet." He praises and watches in rapt attention when you shut your eyes and buck into his hand. 

Thousands of miles away, Doflamingo can picture his two lovers in his mind, the way Crocodile has you in his lap and all splayed out, ready to be devoured. He'd give anything to be able to kneel between your legs right now and drink straight from your source. 

"Give her another, Crocodile. I know she can take them." Doflamingo orders over the den den mushi. Crocodile doesn't disappoint and you gasp when another thick digit is added to your tight heat. Tears spring up at the stretch and your hips stutter as you come close again. You sob when that feeling falls away, leaving you pent up and wanting more. 

Doflamingo hears your groan and he picks up his pace, long fingered hand flying up and down his cock as he thinks about you. He whines, wrist twisting at teasing the head of his cock as he pictures you and Crocodile. 

Crocodile huff, golden eyes rolling as he listened to Doflamingo stroke his cock over the phone. The blonde is insatiable. However, he wasn't Crocodile's priority right now. You were, and he needed to give you a reminder that you belonged to them. His dick ached in his own pants, but he ignored it for now. He pumps his fingers faster, enjoying the sounds that your slick cunt makes as you leak around his fingers. 

The blonde couldn't wait to be the one to pull those gorgeous sounds from you. He could hear the heavy breathing of his fellow warlord and they mixed wonderfully with your high-pitched whines. 

"Fu fu fu, That's it Crocodile," Doffy purred. His other hand snaked down to squeeze his heavy balls, pulling a gruttle moan from the blonde, "Make her scream. I want to hear everything." 

Without warning, Crocodile shifts and adds a third thick finger to your weeping hole. You do scream this time, the stretch a mix of pain and pleasure causing you to bow over. His thumb comes back to your clit, rubbing harshly, until finally, finally, Crocodile allows you to come. 

"Ah-ahh ah." You stutter out, eyes clenched shut and mouth dropping open as you are overwhelmed. Your hips grind into his hand between your legs. Your boss doesn't stop or pull away until your hips stop twitching. Crocodile pulls his fingers from your slick cunt and then slurps them into his mouth to clean them. He grunts at your taste. 

"Hear that 'Mingo?" Crocodile grunts and Doflamingo can see the shit eating grin even thousands of miles away. "I think we can both say she prefers to be with me." He gloated. You peek up at the man and see that he looks incredibly proud of himself. 

Doflamingo whines over the phone. He is so, so close! "C-come on, Croco." His hips stutter and he throws his head back. Over the phone, he picks up the sound of Crocodile finding their assistants wet heat again. The Bird hears you whine and cry, breath heaving for release, and he spills over his tight fist. 

"What good pets." Crocodile praises and Doflamingo bites his lip to keep from keening at the praise. Crocodile was proud of both of his lovers and it showed in the tone of his voice and the small smile on his face. 

You are exhausted. Your body and mind are nothing but putty. Crocodile easily lifts your body and wraps his fur coat around your body. You whine when the movement causes the apex of your thighs to ache and Doflamingo shushes you gently over the phone. 

"Let him take care of you, Angel." He murmurs, tone full of satisfaction, "I'll be there as soon as I can." Like hell would he wait to see you and Crocodile after this. 

Crocodile hums, holding his assistant turned lover close to his chest. He glances down and sees that you've already fallen asleep and a small smile graces his face. 

"Hurry up, 'Mingo." He rumbles, and his golden eyes slip closed, "We are waiting for you." 

[dracobrooklyn]

thank u for ur service to the fandom by making durge content for us evil lizard simps 😳 may i ask, can u write durge x reader where tav is the dominant one👀 (we know durge is usually the dominant one but what if some nights he let reader/tav top him as a little treat)?

//this honestly makes me happy and I am happy to feed y’all some Durge content.

Want some more Durge x Tav!reader check the Masterlist

||MDNI 18+ || NO MINORS ALLOWED

Tav!Reader being the Dominant one in bed

So here’s the thing, it’s not that he don’t think you do good or wouldn’t do it right. He just really wants to pleasure you and let you relax while he gives you the best climax you ever had.

Also the fact that he loves the control and see the way he can make you undone with his tongue eating your pussy or his cock hitting that sweet spot.

So when you asked if you could take the reigns this one night. He was hesitant, but he decided why not? His lover should get a chance.

What he didn’t know is you made plan. You made aphrodisiacs for him to help him relax and not get a little too excited. Laying him down in bed as the potion was taking effect. His eyes hooded and his senses heightened. He could feel how your skin made him so sensitive. Straddling his lap. Kissing him lovingly, it’s a bit sloppy but he definitely moaned softly weakly massaging your ass. Your scent drives him crazy but he’s too relaxed and weak to try and pin you so he could just fuck you.

You stroke his sensitive member slowly and he definitely jerks his hips weakly and you swore you heard him whimper out a moan. You never EVER heard him whimper like that.

The whimpering became more apparent when you finally started to suck him off. Oh he loved it. Praised you every minute telling you how amazing you make him feel. You teased him a little and he got a little frustrated especially how weak he was.

You made him beg so he could climax.

He kept saying “dask” a lot. You thought he might be saying fuck just loving the feeling he was getting from you.

You finally started to ride him not giving him a chance. He was taken off guard and his tail lazily wagged against the sheets as you keep bouncing off his fat cock. Your walls feel so plush and so warm, he wanted to anchored you down and just fucking release. Oh and he is definitely drooling. Tongue hanging from the side panting.

“Come for me my DragonBorn~” you cooed at him caressing his face, having him lean against your touch as if he was starivng for your physical touch “release your climax~.”

And he did, oh thanks the gods he can finally cum. And he did, his knot swelling inside you keeping you stuck there until he is calmed down. And Durge is so tired, he just wants to sleep. He wants to hold you and just fall asleep in a blissful sleep. And you both do… with his cock still inside you so you definitely was his cock warmer for the night.

After the next morning he was back to his old self with his energy back. He definitely was glowing. Gave you kisses on your cheek thanking you for the experience. He definitely wouldn’t mind you doing it again though. But it won’t be as often. He wants to make sure you’re pleasured and pampered.

Though you had to ask

“Durge what does dask mean?” You asked him

Durge pauses as his white scales on his cheeks blush up. He did not look at you as he answers.

“It’s mother in… Draconic.” He replied

So you just realized he just called you mommy in Draconic all night.

[skzhocomments]

The Pearls On Your Neck (Hyunjin // Lee Know x OC)- Part Three

General masterlist

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Wattpad | AO3

Part Two | Part Four (coming soon)

taglist: @ihrtlix

---

Part Three

chapter word count: ~12k words

Today is the day; although this should feel burden-free, I can’t help but feel bad about the whole ordeal. It’s honestly cruel that I have to go through this and what is even crueller is that I have to lie, the one thing I hate the most.

Being able to lie has always been a frailty of mine.

One of the reasons I hate it so much is because after the lies are told they are extremely hard to get out of and you end up feeling like you’re stuck in an hourglass, waiting for the truth to be found; moreover, if it's not found when the time is up, the hourglass is turned and you're stuck anticipating until the truth is unveiled. It may never be found, but you’ll never know until you're dead and you will always have that itch under your skin that cannot be scratched.

But if you’re found out, people will look at you strangely and hold feelings that can hurt because you’ve hurt them.

Trust.

Something intangible, but it’s real and that cannot be overlooked. It’s something so strong that cannot be touched; just felt. It’s a strong and beautiful emotion that is so closely related to love. Real love cannot happen without trust. Love, something powerful and transcendent. I can’t imagine it, loving and trusting someone so immensely that you lose your wits about you. That state of limerence, it's almost bewitching until the trust is broken - that's where love fails. Trust. Something that can be broken so easily but it's so hard to gain back, you might never gain it back.

I love my family as much as sometimes they may be insufferable, but I will always love them and breaking their trust is something I couldn’t ever live down. They have raised me to be a truthful and proud woman. Apparently in this matter, I’ve failed them without them knowing. I feel sly.

I shake off the bad feelings and feel a sense of Déjà Vu just like Thursday, the wild sickening feeling in my stomach swirling around in waves of nervousness and slight excitement. I close my eyes and take a deep breath hoping this feeling will pass soon.

I walk over to my vanity and gently tie my tresses in a loose braid that comes over my shoulder and ends just as it meets my breast. Doing makeup has always been a joy of mine, something that I fondly love doing, it gives me back that sense of control in my life and makes me feel put together. My mind trails back to two nights ago sitting here and taking my makeup off pretending to do a vlog for Hyunjin. Really, it’s a bit silly to be thinking back on that memory with such affection harboured, it’s absolutely ludicrous, but I will not elucidate this feeling nor will I play into it.

Yesterday Hyunjin and I messaged a little but nothing of significance.

My phone starts vibrating from beside my bed, so I rush over to it.

Boyfriend💋:

9:13 am: Morning love I hope you slept well x

9:28 am: What time do you want me to come over? x

9:31 am: Also, you forgot to send your address xx

Shit, did I really forget to send my address?

Pearl:

9:35 am: Yeah slept well. did you? I think dinner will be like 5:30ish. x

9:38 am: I’ll send you my address now. sorry I can’t believe I forgot x

Boyfriend💋:

9:38 am: Okay I’ll come at 5:15 then x

9:38 am: Oh and Pearl don’t apologise there’s nothing to be sorry for xx

Pearl:

9:39 am: Okay I’ll officially retract my apology aha x

Boyfriend💋?:

9:40 am: Good, you never have to apologise to me.

9:40 am: What flowers does your mother like? xxx

Pearl:

9:41 am: I’m not sure xx

Boyfriend💋:

9:41 am: Okay I’ll see you soon love <3

Pearl:

9:41 am: Yep :)

What does he want with my mum's favourite flowers?

I decide not to think about it too much and go downstairs to make something to eat.

Walking into the kitchen I find myself in a staring contest with my brother.

He straightens his back and narrows his eyes at me.

I sigh, what's this all about? “What, Seungmin?”

“Shouldn’t you be at the salon or something? You're going to have your hair like that for dinner?”

I scoff under my breath, cussing him out in my head, “Seungmin, are you serious?”

“Do I look unserious?” He spits out while crossing his arms over his chest, nearly knocking his spoon out of his cereal bowl.

“No, that's why I’m annoyed.” I huff pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I don’t see what there’s to be annoyed about.”

“Oh really? I’m not going to the salon, but no, for your information I’m also not going to wear my hair like this.” I chide.

Why does he have to be like this at 10 am? We used to get on so well before he found out I have a ‘boyfriend’. I can’t understand his behaviour or justify it. He’s normally understanding and cool, never faltering, he is the level-headed one out of the both of us; It’s like we’ve switched roles.

“Look Seungmin, I don’t know what your problem is and you definitely do not have a reason to be shitty with me, so if you're going to be like this just stay quiet so I can make my breakfast in peace,” I say, walking to the cupboard to get out some cereal.

“I just don’t understand Pearl, I thought we were close but you didn’t tell me about this new boyfriend.” he sighs in defeat, “Look, I'm your older brother and I just want you to know you can always tell me anything… no matter what, I just would have appreciated it, I just want to protect you.”

My stomach is churning. I’m lying to him but I have to, “Look, Seungmin, I’m sorry for not telling you, but you shouldn’t be wanting to protect me from Hyunjin, you should be protecting me from Minho.”

Liar.

“His name is Hyunjin?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, good to know”

“Yup.”

“How old is he?” Seungmin continues prying, making me curse inside my head.

“Uhm… he’s 23.” I say, pouring milk in a bowl and putting it in the microwave.

“Like me? Hmm… Hyunjin, 23. I see. You don’t happen to know which school he went to?”

“Seungmin, just ask him yourself tonight and stop bugging me.” I reply annoyed.

“Okay, okay.” He raises his arms in front of him, as if admitting defeat. “I’ll stop. But shouldn’t you be all squirming and excited to tell me all about your so-called boyfriend?”

“Who am I, Cynthia?” I roll my eyes annoyed, and I finally finish making my cereal and take it upstairs with me, unable to look Seungmin in the face.

Lying is so hard.

-

I throw myself on the bed, cereal bowl in my lap while absent mindedly scrolling through Netflix in search of a new show to watch. Experts advise against doing something else while eating, as you apparently become easily distracted, chew your food wrong and make your stomach stressed out as your brain is not actively focusing on digestion.

But even so, this is one bad habit I’m not willing to give up on, no matter what my nutritionist says. Cereal is the other bad habit he frowns upon. “Sugary nonsense”, he says, but I still love my daily bowl of Cheerios, and no one can take this pleasure away from me.

After a good 2 minutes of scrolling and not finding anything that sounds remotely interesting, I press on the “Play Something” randomizer button and see the Netflix logo pop up on the screen.

Business Proposal flashes on the screen, making me a bit curious. The cinematography looks good enough, it seems fun the way the editors combined elements from comics and put them in the video. The actors also seem pretty talented, so the show is enjoyable. After finishing half the episode, the irony of what is going on hits me like a truck. The main character goes on an arranged blind date instead of her friend, and keeps up with this fake relationship after finding out that the guy he went on a date with is actually the CEO of the company she works for.

No way.

A fake relationship…?

I frustratedly turn off the TV and notice my own reflection in the dark screen.

Pathetic. I think of myself, wondering how the hell I ended up hiring a fake boyfriend who is supposed to come in just a few hours and pretend in front of my family that he is, in fact, together with me, and has been for the past few months. Oh, and also that we love one another, so an engagement with Minho could never happen.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I ditch the now-empty cereal bowl on my desk and head over to the dresser, looking at the black satin dress Hyunjin picked for me to wear tonight. I am in awe seeing it, just as I was the first time I wore it and noticed how well it fit me. I then glance at my jewellery drawer and take out the small golden necklace - a match with Hyunjin’s - and put it on, and I do the same with the thin bangle bracelet adorned with small diamonds. I love his taste.

Before putting the dress on, I decide to do my make-up. Hyunjin will be here in about 4-5 hours, so I should start getting ready for real.

My make-up look is simple enough, as my father dislikes it when I wear too much eyeshadow, or a too bright lipstick. The point of this dinner is to please my father as much as possible, to show him that I only make good choices and to impress him enough to make him think that marrying Minho is not a good choice. That’s why I go for neutrals and nudes, doing a simple nude eyeshadow look, a small brown eyeliner line to compliment my eyes, some shimmer on my eyelids, then a bit of black mascara, and add a matte nude lipstick as the cherry on top.

I look really classy.

I decide to not complicate myself with an intricate hairstyle, so I simply let my hair fall down my shoulders and style it a bit so that it doesn’t look wild. My hair is pretty straight, just a bit wavy at the ends, and I feel it fits the dress I’m about to put on.

I glance at my phone and notice the time, and a new unopened message.

How the fuck is it already so late?! I curse in my head while opening the message and reading it in a hurry.

Boyfriend💋?:

4:49 pm: Hello beautiful, just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way and I’ll be there soon. I can’t wait to see you, my Pearl. <3

Pearl:

5:05 pm: Okay Jinnie, I’ll meet you downstairs with my parents. I’m so nervous.

I blush while quickly typing back, wanting to put on the dress as fast as possible. At this rate, he’ll get here in about 10 minutes, and I must absolutely be downstairs with my parents when that happens. Leaving him alone with my family is a bad idea.

I put on the dress fast and thank the Heavens for Hyunjin being inspired enough to choose something without a zip that I can easily dress myself in without assistance. Then, I put on the Yves Saint Laurent shoes and the matching black clutch he picked, and I’m ready to go downstairs.

As if on cue, Hyunjin arrives in a black, elegant Mercedes S-Class Uber as my family and I descend the front stairs and watch him get out of the car, two big flower bouquets in his hands.

What draws my attention is not the flowers, which are beautiful in their own right, nor the way his Yves Saint Laurent suit fits him so well, like it was made specifically for him to wear. No. What really makes him stand out is the way his hair fits his figure, the way it compliments the suit, and my dress, and how elegant it makes him look.

Black.

He dyed it black.

“Hello, Diamond.” He smiles while handing me a bouquet of white camellias, green leaves in between the flowers making them look delicate and contrasting the pure white colour of their petals.

Did he just call me Diamond?

I almost miss it, still shocked by how well black hair suits him, and completely impressed that he pulled this off. I know I’ve mentioned my dad is a bit conservative, but I wasn’t expecting him to listen too much and actually do… this.

He looks so good though.

When the shock finally wears off, I take a moment to admire the flowers he’s brought for my mother as well. Yellow tulips, daisies and purple bittersweet. Strange combination, I’ll have to ask him what they mean later. He must have a reason for choosing them.

“You must be Hyunjin. We heard a lot about you from our daughter.” My father shows a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes and shakes Hyunjin’s hand in an intimidating manner.

“Yes, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He replies naturally.

“Oh my, Hyunjin, the pleasure is ours! Thank you so much for these beautiful flowers! This is such a nice bouquet, a really interesting choice.” My mom squirms with joy, very excited.

“I’m glad it’s to your taste.” Hyunjin smiles, and I once again notice how natural he is at human interactions. I’m feeling a bit jealous of how well he seems to be handling this situation, while I’m over here almost trembling from nerves.

“Hello. I’m glad you came.” I smile as well, trying to calm down and not show the distress on my face. Hyunjin takes my hand in his and bows, his lips gently grazing my knuckles.

“You have such a cute nickname for her!” My mother remarks. “What did you call her, Diamond? That’s so sweet, don’t you think so, dear?” She turns to my father, all smiles. At least Hyunjin managed to make her fall in love with him this easily. Dad will be a different story, though. Especially with how fixated he is on Minho - or rather, his parents’ business.

“Eh, it’s alright.” My father shrugs, the fake smile still painted on his face.

“Why so displeased?” She nudges his elbow and frowns.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hyunjin starts and waves his right hand nonchalantly, as if to divert attention from the uncomfortable situation and from my father’s inhospitality. “The nickname doesn’t even begin to describe half the value Pearl holds for me, nor does it do her any justice. She’s more precious than any jewel, of course.”

My mother squirms again and starts ushering us in.

When she and my dad start leading the way, Hyunjin grabs my free hand gently and whispers in my ear: “Regarding your last message, don’t be. It will all be okay, beautiful.” He holds my hand tighter for a brief second, before letting it go, so as to not be impolite in front of my parents.

My nerves seem to calm down for a bit, hearing his reassurance.

We all sit down at the dinner table, my dad in his usual spot, which is at the head of the table. He invites Hyunjin to sit on his right side, next to him, and I sit down to Hyunjin’s right. My mom is in front of me; the seat between her and my father stays empty.

Seungmin is nowhere to be seen, so I ask about his whereabouts, finding it curious that he would miss his chance to meet my boyfriend.

“Oh, don’t worry dear, he’ll be here any second now.” My mother reassures me.

I give a weak nod while playing with my fingers picking and pushing back my cuticles with my nails. Waiting for Seungmin is like torture; I don’t know how long he’s going to take nor do I know if he will be rude again like earlier…

The table is set beautifully like always, with large royal blue china plates accompanied by smaller ones while the silver cutlery settled on top and a royal blue linen napkin underneath, and my mother exchanges the slightly withered red roses in the vase at the centre of the table from my father with the fresh flowers Hyunjin has brought.

It sparks pride in me and I feel my heart swelling, seeing her do that.

She is very picky when it comes to what flowers she will have on display. I remember once for Mother's Day I had brought her some white iris and blue hydrangeas. Shortly put, she placed them in her bedroom and said that they were not worth the show. I'll never know what was wrong with her that day nor will I ever know what was wrong with the flowers. She said something about the colour of the hydrangeas being wrong for the day it was but I couldn’t care less about the colour - my feelings were hurt.

Maybe Hyunjin isn’t right - I'm not a diamond - I’m like a lump of coal, steadily being crushed by everything around me and all the little events that have led up to this. The problem is I don’t know if I'll become a diamond… or dust.

Hyunjin places his warm hand in mine, preventing me from thinking because all I can do is think about how to intercept this blush from creeping up my neck as I lift my head to face him. He gives me a smile that seems almost like camaraderie.

But now I’ve realised his hand was not for my comfort but instead his own; as he tenses at the shoulders and jaw clenching slightly at the sight of my brother, and coincidentally, Seungmin has the exact same reaction.

Seungmin’s stride stops as he sees Hyunjin and his voluminous lips turn into a tight line as he looks between us.

I wonder what is going on between the both of them.

But I also realise that Seungmin needs to approve of Hyunjin so I have a better chance of my dad approving of Hyunjin’s and my ‘relationship’. I feel the guilt all over again. Eating away at me. I’m doing the appropriate thing for both Minho and myself. I know that. The both of us could never stay together and be happy, not truly, unless it was of our own volition- which it certainly isn’t – I would never choose to be with Minho and he would never choose to be with me either.

Minho and I couldn’t ever get along, he is too arrogant and he has a tongue like glass that cuts away at me every time we speak, shattering my glass house and chipping away at my patience.

“Seungmin, are you not going to sit?” My father's voice cuts right through my thoughts. My body jolts, startled and I face Hyunjin again as Seungmin sits.

I must have truly been lost in my thoughts to not notice Seungmin standing still, “Hyun? You okay?” I whisper so only he can hear it.

He squeezes my hand gently offering an action instead of words, I don’t mind much though.

“Seungmin, this is my boyfriend Hyunjin,” I say cautiously, not wanting to screw this introduction up as they both had already tensed up at the first glance. Maybe it’s just Seungmin being protective.

Seungmin is lounging in his chair in one of the most disrespectful manners I’ve ever seen him show, arms folded, looking delightfully smug, “I know.”

I'm shocked at first but realisation sinks in, “Ah yes, sorry. I told you his name this morning.”

Seungmin hums but it sounds uncertain, as he moves his eyes to Hyunjin almost looking like he’s gone into tunnel vision, “Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin sits up straighter, pushing back his now-black hair with his free hand.

God, he’s stunning.

“Yes?” he says so gently I swear I can feel my heart breaking for him, I’d shatter if I were put under the microscope like this.

Seungmin’s smug disposition doesn’t falter much like Hyunjin's grip on my hand, “You're Pearl's boyfriend?”

“Seungmin!” I warn.

“Pearl, calm down.” My mother chides me slightly, “Let the men speak.”

Hyunjin swallows thickly and I can hear it, “Yes, I’m your sister's boyfriend.” He confirms.

Seungmin leans onto the table with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You know she’s supposed to be getting married… and it’s not to you?”

Seungmin is being cruel and I’ve never seen this side of him. It doesn't suit him at all.

I’m so close to recklessly abandoning this dinner, getting up and dragging Hyunjin out with me. Tremors try to knock my bones fiercely. Nerves are attempting to get the better of me, I have never felt more vulnerable, I feel naked. Trying to fight for my future and my brother is wrecking every chance I have to be free right now for some unknown reason.

Hyunjin’s finger taps my hand and only then do I realise how tightly I have been gripping it, I look down and release his hand seeing the white imprints from my finger's tight grip slowly turning back to the original colour of caramel.

Hyunjin’s face remains unchanged, handsome, youthful, as hard as diamonds, - he is the real diamond out of us - is as handsome as it is terrifying. In fact, just now I swear I saw a twitch pull at the corner of his lip, “Yes, I know this. I am hoping to get the approval of you all by coming here.” He speaks poised and collected, unfazed. He is like a poisonous flower - stunning, courageous and deadly. This, I realise as he speaks with so much confidence it's exuding from him almost; how can he be like this?

“You’re my age, right?” Seungmin states even though I have told him this before.

Hyunjin smiles at Seungmin for the first time all night; it’s not even been long yet it feels like I’ve been sitting here for hours, “Yes, I’m 23,” Hyunjin answers Seungmins prodding nonchalantly.

Seungmin puffs and opens his mouth to which my father stops him by dropping a question that no one could have prepared for, “Do you want kids?”

I nearly die right there and I wish I would, I’m going to make a mental note to never bring a boyfriend home unless I want another near-death experience, my mouth is hanging at the brazen question. Is this what fathers normally ask when first meeting their daughter's boyfriend?

Hyunjin’s face is still unchanged but he reaches for my hand and grips it tightly yet it doesn’t hurt, it’s gentle just like him, “Yes, at some point.”

“And you’d like them with Pearl? Are you not wanting to get married before?” My father continues, face stone cold, and I wish I could walk out right now.

The hand clutched around mine moves slightly; Hyunjin’s thumb rubs small circles on my hand sending goosebumps all over my body and I don’t even feel cold, I feel burning hot from this whole embarrassing act my brother and father are putting on - trying to act like alpha males - It’s infuriating just as much as it is humiliating, “Marriage would come first and a mortgage for a house, then yes, I would like to live that type of life with your beautiful daughter.” Hyunjin replies, turning to look at me endearingly, “Isn’t that right, love?”

My heart is pounding way too loudly and my stomach is doing flips. Also, I'm a hundred percent sure I’ve turned a deep shade of crimson, “Yes, of course, Jinnie!” I say smiling back at Hyunjin trying to look starstruck, dumb with love and hoping my voice didn’t falter.

I look around the table, my mother looks absolutely smitten with joy, her eyes are tepid pools inviting as ever - an extreme contrast to how I thought she would react - Seungmin looks horrified like he’s seen a ghost, face pale yet the tips of his ears a burning brightly and my father… just looks unamused.

There is a silence that is shared, slightly too long, slightly unnerving and full of unsaid emotions and tensions that couldn’t be cut with a knife even if they were tangible.

I think my mother understood my wide shifting eyes for once and she lets out a sigh, following it with an awkward chuckle, “So, how did you two meet?”

Fuck, we didn’t go over this well.

I feel like a deer in headlights. I definitely look like one too, I don’t know if I should speak first or not. Will Hyunjin take the wheel or will I have to?

“Uhm…” I start nervously. “We were-”

“One of my best friends works at a Café near Pearl’s University.” Hyunjin smiles assuringly, reminding me of this one detail I seemed to forget. I once again can’t believe how good he is under pressure. Seeing my family’s piercing gaze, I froze on the spot, but Hyunjin doesn’t seem to have any issues whatsoever in keeping the conversation flow naturally.

“Ah, yes. His name is Felix.” I intervene, trying to add as much detail as possible.

But liars tend to add one too many details, eager to convince you that they are speaking the truth.

I just shut up.

“My friend forgot something one time and asked me to bring it to him at work, and that’s how I ran into Pearl.” Hyunjin continues.

“That’s so sweet!” My mother exclaims.

“Indeed. It was love at first sight. Cynthia ditched her to meet up with Seungmin, she told me later, so we sat down at a small table and talked and talked until our drinks got cold.” Hyunjin looked at me and smiled brightly. Part of what he said was true, we did talk until our drinks got cold. I could still remember the stale taste my tea had when we met at Harrod’s Café two days ago.

“So, what’s your educational background, then?” Seungmin intervenes and leans with his elbows on the table, his head supported by his hands. I’ve never seen him act like this and I’m completely baffled. “Which University did you go to? At 23 you must be over with it, or almost over, right?”

Hyunjin fakes a polite smile and answers truthfully.

“I haven’t been to University, as I had to start working early due to some personal issues. I do plan on going in the future, though.”

Personal issues? What could that mean? I analyse his words in my head, curiosity getting the better of me. I want to ask him. I want to know everything about him. But this is not the time, nor the right place, so I keep my head down and listen to the conversation, pretending I knew.

“Her fiancé is getting his second degree right now.” Seungmin points out, and I can’t bite my tongue anymore.

“He’s not my fiancé, Seungmin. What is wrong with you?” I frown, annoyed.

“Pearl, don’t be disrespectful to your older brother.” My dad berates me, making me even more furious.

Hyunjin’s grip on my hand tightens.

“I know that I am lacking in this regard, and I understand your brother’s concerns.” He starts speaking, before getting interrupted by Seungmin.

“I’m glad you do. You see, Pearl is used to a certain lifestyle that I doubt you’d be able to provide.” my brother smiles smugly, seemingly proud of himself that he is actively ruining my life. I throw him a death stare, but he doesn’t look at me.

“However,” Hyunjin resumes his previous statement from before he was rudely cut off. “What I care about the most is Pearl’s happiness, and I will do everything in my power to make her happy, and I will love her unconditionally.”

“However,” Seungmin speaks again, crossing his arms, a dumb smirk on his face. “Love doesn’t still your hunger, does it?”

“Okay boys, let’s stop the bickering and eat. Sorry about him, Hyunjin, he is just on edge since you’re the first boyfriend Pearl has ever brought home.” My mom tries to bridge the gap between the two, and my dad stays silent, observing Hyunjin’s mannerisms at the table.

Our servers bring over plates of Wagyu beef with fresh asparagus on the side. Hyunjin seems to have his etiquette on point, as he skillfully cuts through the middle of the steak, observing the colour inside.

“Wow, this is the most perfect Medium Rare I’ve ever seen.” He compliments, and my dad nods in approval.

“The best way to cook such a high-quality steak.” He replies and does the same, cutting the beef in the middle and observing it carefully as well.

Hyunjin continues with cutting another piece of the steak and eating it, and I am glad he didn’t just cut the whole piece at once - something my dad absolutely hates. He doesn’t fail to notice it either, so, satisfied with Hyunjin’s table manners, he orders the server to bring us a red Chateau Lafite Rothschild, and I get excited, noting that this is one of his favourite wines, the bottle itself pricing up to about £5000.

This must mean he likes Hyunjin, right? I think unsure, not seeing any change on my father’s face. He was never an expressive person, though.

“1959.” He says, pouring the wine in Hyunjin’s glass himself, shocking thing for both me and Seungmin, who watch astonished as the red liquid flows. “A wine as old as I am.” He jokes, and Hyunjin chuckles. “Let me know if you like it.”

Just as skillful as before when cutting the steak, Hyunjin raises his glass by the stem and gives it a swirl, putting his nose close to the glass and breathing in gently.

“The aroma is extremely rich and elegant.” He compliments, then raises his glass and holds a small toast. “To Pearl’s happiness.” he says, clinking his glass bell to bell with my father and looking him in the eyes. He then takes a small sip, and glancing at his side profile I can’t help but think that he behaves like a prince.

I’m now even more curious about his upbringing, and I hate the fact that I have to bite my tongue and not say anything, that we aren’t alone so I can ask him questions to my heart’s content. This desperate feeling of wanting to know everything about him flushes over me again, and I don’t like it at all.

I’ve never felt like this before.

-

The meal is soon over and my family and I are escorting Hyunjin outside. My parents shake hands with him, my mum whipped, and my father pretty much indifferent, although I assume he likes him at least a bit for him to open a new wine bottle. They excuse themselves and don’t wait for Hyunjin’s cab to arrive, so only Seungmin, him and I are left standing in front of our artisanal fountain.

Hyunjin’s car arrives, and I’m mad that I didn’t get a chance to discuss anything about tonight with him; to assure him, somehow, or to have him assure me that the dinner went well. I throw daggers Seungmin’s way, but as he acted all night, he doesn’t mind my presence, focusing instead on Hyunjin.

“Just so you know,” Seungmin starts speaking, stretching his right hand out to shake Hyunjin’s hand. “I don’t agree with you dating Pearl. I don’t accept you in any way, nor will I ever accept you, so you’d better break up and let her get married to someone who actually deserves her.”

He spat all of this out with a bright smile on his face while shaking Hyunjin’s hand, who had his lips in a straight line listening to my brother’s nonsense.

“Seungmin,” he replies. “You’re still the same as ever.” Hyunjin smiles as well, confusing me.

Does this mean they met before?

Just as I want to inquire further, the Uber pulls over and Hyunjin bows down to kiss my knuckles once more, before getting into the car and leaving.

“What the fuck was that, Seungmin?” I face my brother angrily.

“What? I just told him the truth. He doesn’t deserve you, so you don’t have my approval to date him.”

“Since when did I need your approval, hm? I can date whoever I want, you prick!” I lose my composure and shout at him, before storming into the house. My parents were waiting for me to come inside, and my mum started speaking as soon as she saw me.

“Pearl, dear, he seems like a great guy…” she smiles.

“But,” my father cuts her off. “I told you before. The man you’re dating has to be a man. This Hyunjin boy you’re seeing… I’m sorry, darling, but Lee Minho is three levels over him. Seungmin was right. Minho is working hard, getting his second degree. He already manages most of his father’s affairs and knows his way around their business. He is the obvious choice, and you will start dating him and eventually get married. At this point, you should be grateful he even wants to get engaged to you, with how… talentless you are.”

I freeze in my spot, not wanting to believe that my dad’s opinion on me is so low, that even he sees me as a spoilt, arrogant, foolish girl, with no qualities of her own. My mother of course starts scolding him for saying that, but I don’t hear her anymore. I just mutter a half-mouthed “I won’t stop dating Hyunjin, no matter what you say.” and turn around, hurrying up the stairs.

I feel more pathetic than ever. Like a kid who got scolded for not eating their vegetables at the dinner table.

And I am annoyed. I am so royally pissed off at everyone right now. Seungmin, especially, for putting us on the spot like that, and my father for not wanting to understand that I don’t want to marry Minho.

Hyunjin was perfect tonight. He didn’t do anything wrong, and couldn’t have done or said anything better. Why doesn’t my father approve of him after all this effort?!

Fuck.

I enter my room and lean against the door, making myself fall down. My heels scratch the fIoor, but I couldn’t care less about that right now. I start panting uncontrollably. The tears follow soon after, and I find myself unable to stop crying.

It’s so unfair.

I then hear the clicking sound of my phone, announcing to me that I just received a message.

Boyfriend💋?:

8:17 pm: My lovely Diamond, I’m sorry for tonight. I get the feeling that it didn’t go as well as you hoped, but I promise I will do better next time.

I know I am not good enough for you, and that I am lacking in many aspects. Your brother was right, I wouldn’t be able to offer you that lifestyle. Not now, anyway.

Please forgive me and don’t be too upset.

Why is he the one apologising? He didn’t do anything wrong.

The fact that he’s my fake boyfriend completely passes over my head and I start typing a reply.

Pearl:

Jinnie, you were perfect tonight. I am the one who wants to apologise. My family treated you horribly. I’m truly sorry.

Not even 10 seconds after I sent the message, my phone starts vibrating, and I notice an

 incoming call from Hyunjin.

Why is he calling me now?

I am a mess, and as much as I try to regulate my breathing, it’s so painfully obvious that I’ve been crying.

Even so, I bite my bottom lip and answer, placing the phone against my ear.

“Hyunjin?”

“Yes?” He says in a hushed tone, making me feel like listening to asmr.

“You called? Sorry it’s just… I didn’t expect you to.”

“I just… you don’t have to apologise to me. Ever.”

But I do.

“Hyun.”

“Yes, love?”

“Don’t apologise to me then,” I say stubbornly.

And you have nothing to be sorry for, I add silently.

“Are you trying to be stubborn?” He says, amusement laced in his voice.

“It’s cute.”

A blush fishes across my face and I thank the gods that he can’t see me, “Anyway, should we talk about what we do next?” I manage to get out.

“Yes, wait one second.” He says as if in a hurry before I could hear shuffling. “Right, I’m back.”

I let out a giggle and wonder what is wrong with me.

“Where did you go?”

“I got my… diary?” he sounds unsure.

“Okay, so what are you using your diary for?”

“Tell me things you like, beautiful.”

“Things I like?”

“Yup”

“Well I don’t really know… I like fishing but I’ve already said that. I like art but don’t know where to start. Oh! I like the beach!”

“What else?”

He wants me to continue? I don’t even know what I like.

“Hmm... I like books and animals. Board games! I love them! But wait, why are you asking?”

“No reason, I just want to know more about you.”

I hum, not sure why he wants to know these things that don't matter, but I’ll entertain it.

“What about you, Jinnie? What do you like? Besides music, flowers, crystals, odd shops and art, of course.” I chuckle a bit, remembering his speech at Harrod’s the other day.

“I can’t believe you remembered that.” He chuckles as well, bringing a smile to my lips. I didn’t even notice that the tears stopped falling.

“Of course I remembered.” I smile, my cheeks red.

“You’re sweet. Okay, uhmmm. I like drinking coffee, I guess? Americano is my favourite.”

“It’s so bitter though!” I grimace.

“Shut up, it’s not!” He laughs brightly. Talking with him feels so natural, and I feel my chest tightening.

“Okay, okay, what else?” I ask excitedly.

“I like playing with kids. They are fun.”

“Really? Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed.” I reply, shocked.

“What about you, Diamond? Do you like kids?” He asks, and I hear a tint of… something in his voice. Hope, perhaps? I don’t know why I get this impression, but he does seem kind of hopeful.

“I mean, I think I do? I haven’t really interacted much with children, to be honest, but they are super cute.”

“That’s good to hear!” He exclaims happily.

“Really, how so?” I question.

“Well, the thing is-”

“Shit! Hyunjin, sorry! I’ve got to go. Cynthia is calling me. I’ll call you back?”

“Yeah that’s fine but um… maybe we can talk tomorrow? I’ve got to help Felix clean the apartment, but I’ll message you!”

“Okay, speak to you later!”

I ended the phone and quickly switched calls to see Cynthia’s face.

“What have you done?!” She snaps.

“What do you mean?” I say, defending myself quickly.

“Seungmin’s just called me and has been ranting forever! I’ve got an ear ache!”

I laugh at her whining but quickly stop myself when catching onto the actual reasoning for the call. “Seungmin is a cunt.” I say plainly.

“What?”

“I said Seungmin is a cunt ! I hate him so much! He’s ruined everything and he was so rude to Hyunjin-”

“Pearl! Seungmin says he knows Hyunjin… They went to school together or something, but either way, I don’t think they got on.”

“Oh,” I didn’t know that, “but still he has no reason to be such a twat! Doesn’t he know this is my future, my life?! All he wants is for me to be with Minho. No. I won’t. I’ll dig below hell before that happens!”

“Pearl, don’t you think there might be a reason why Seungmin doesn’t like Hyunjin?”

“You were so supportive before this, what's changed? And no, even if there is a reason, it doesn’t matter! Hyunjin is my boyfriend-”

“Fake boyfriend.” she’s quick to cut me off.

“Yes, fake boyfriend. Jesus, I've been acting for so long. But no, anyway it doesn’t matter. Seungmin is an adult. He should put his past aside for me for my future instead of acting like a silly little boy!”

“I get what you mean, but he is thinking about your future. And don’t get so worked up. Hyunjin is not your real boyfriend-”

“Don’t tell me you fucking told Seungmin that too.”

“Of course I didn’t! But seriously Pearl, there must be something extremely wrong for Seungmin to act that way.”

“No, I don’t even wanna hear it Cynthia. He’s acted like an asshole, and he’s trying to force this marriage with Minho on me, just like my parents. I thought you would understand, at least.”

Cynthia doesn’t say anything, neither do I. I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown at this point, Seungmin has been so selfish but he seems to be blind to his own flaws and I can’t stand it.

I take in a long deep breath trying to contain my anger, it’s not fair on Cynthia, “Look… Cynth, he could have been more understanding, when I found out about you two I wasn’t particularly over the moon. But I didn’t stop either of you because I love you both and if you make each other happy I was fine with that, I can remember the nights I’d think about it. I was so worried about if you two had a fight and broke up. I was worried I’d have to pick a side. Still am. But I know that I won’t pick a side now, and you’ll both have to deal with it.”

“I love you, Pearl.”

“I love you too, can you try speaking to Seungmin? Like… can you see how selfish he is being?”

“Yeah, I’ll speak to him.”

A knock at the door stops me before I could speak, “Cynthia I’ve got to go, thank you for everything, love ya.”

I end the phone quickly and walk to open the door to see my dad standing there, “Yes?”

“Can I come in?”

What does he even want?  “Yes”

I walk back to my bed and sit down, looking at him expectantly.

He shifts on his feet, but still manages to look cold as ever, “Darling, I’ve got something for you.” He says and takes his arms from behind his back.

I watch as an orange bag comes into sight, Hermes written on it. I almost scoff, “What's this for?”

“Well, I know you’re upset about Hyunjin. I think this will make you feel better,” He says calmly, walking over to my bed and sitting next to me.

The realisation dawns on me, and a huge wave of anger and betrayal washes over me, vigorously running through my veins. I let out a laugh in disbelief, “You never were going to approve of Hyunjin, were you?”

He says nothing.

“You bought this before the dinner because you knew. Did mum know?”

“No, your mother didn’t know anything.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” He asks.

I look at my father's cold face trying to analyse it, trying to find a hint of anything, but I catch something.

Guilt.

“Why did you get me this bag? Why didn’t you approve of Hyunjin?”

“This bag is going to make you feel better darling, you know I can’t approve of Hyunjin. He’s not right for you.”

I stand up, I feel the room getting smaller and smaller. This is the second time my father has insulted me. He really thinks I’m that shallow. He thinks a fancy handbag will make me feel better. He thinks it will make me feel fine about my future happiness being robbed right before my eyes.

No.

This is not who I am.

He doesn’t even know me.

My breath is staggering as I come to the realisation, “No!”

My father's face turns complex, “No?” His tone is unfaltering.

I shake my head and let out an almost delirious laugh, “No. You carry all of your guilt in these… these designer bags that you buy me, I’m not that shallow! Dad, do you even know me?” I question. I feel the longing in my heart. I want to be seen by him, I want his approval, but I want him to approve me for me.

“Come on darling, of course I know you.”

“No, you don’t! You don’t listen to me, you don’t care about my happiness. Dad, don't you see how unfair this is?”

He stands abruptly, letting out a sigh, “I will not talk to you when you are like this, you need to understand what is good for the company. How can you be so selfish? Do you not care about the family?”

“I’m not being selfish-”

“You are spoilt rotten! I will not allow this disobedience!” He cuts me off with that final statement and walks out of the door.

There's something I’ve learnt today, no one but yourself will ever care about your happiness, humans are selfish.

-

Blessed Sunday!

I think ironically while opening my eyes and glancing at the clock. 11:46 AM.

Last night I fell asleep really late, upset about the events that took place, angry at Seungmin and my father and with a weird feeling inside my chest when thinking of Hyunjin.

I get up and look at my reflection in the mirror, noticing the puffy eyes from all the crying. I have a splitting headache, my hair’s a mess and I feel like shit.

I open my door and go downstairs to the kitchen, on a mission to grab two silver spoons and place them on my eyes. Hopefully the puffiness is gonna go away.

Unfortunately for me, dad is at the kitchen table reading a newspaper.

Great.

My mom is also making herself busy by brewing coffee. Seungmin is not here, thank God.

“Hey sweetie, slept well?” My mother smiles brightly. “Want some coffee?”

“No thanks.” I reply shortly, opening the cutlery drawer.

“Something to eat?” my mum asks.

“Nope.”

“What about-”

“God! Can you stop talking already? I told you I don’t want anything!” I burst out, regretting it shortly after as my dad raises his eyes from the newspaper.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that, Pearl.” he says sternly, making me once again feel like a kid.

Is he really that unaffected about yesterday?

“I’m sorry mum, I just have a headache.”

“Hopefully you’re not sick,” dad starts, “as you have plans tonight.”

“I do?” I ask, unaware of what nonsense he was spewing.

“Yes. Dinner with Minho, he’s sending a driver to get you at 6. Wear something nice, and do something about that hair, will you?” he starts reading the newspaper again, and I sigh defeated.

“Dear-” my mom tries to touch my shoulder, noticing my dejected expression, but I just smack her hand away and leave, without even grabbing the spoons.

Seungmin is coming down the stairs just as I’m making my way up, and he greets me happily, as if he wasn’t the biggest asshole in history at the dinner.

“Hey Pearlie!”

I ignore him.

“Did you sleep well?” He tries to talk to me again.

God, why the fuck is everyone asking me this today?

I’m so annoyed.

“Shut the fuck up, Seungmin.”

“Wow, what’s with that attitude?” He frowns. “Look, I really wanted to-”

“I’m apparently going on a date with Minho tonight, so I hope you’re fucking happy.” I reply matter of factly interrupting him and I continue walking, ignoring whatever else he wanted to say next.

I drop onto my bed and watch as dust particles rise up in the air, and I start feeling around, trying to find my phone.

Cynthia❣️ 15 unread messages

Fuck no, I’m not in the mood for spam right now.

Dog Lover 🐶: 1 unread message

Not in the mood for my idiot brother either. Still, I click on it to see what he wants.

Dog Lover 🐶

10:23 AM: Hey, can we talk?

Well, that ship has already sailed.

I close his message and notice one more notification.

Boyfriend💋?: 5 unread messages

Huh?

I eagerly open the chat to read what he sent me, quite shocked to basically wake up to messages from him.

Boyfriend💋?:

09:53: Hello beautiful, slept well?

I didn’t get that much sleep to be honest, but I had to wake up and help Felix.

Wish I slept until later~

10:58: You must still be sleeping, haha. Cute.

Me:

12:02: Morning~

Sorry for not replying earlier, I just woke up ~15 mins ago. Istg, you’re the 3rd person who asked me if I slept well. You’re lucky I like you.

I press send without re-reading, which I quickly regret.

You’re lucky I like you.

AM I FUCKING DUMB??? HOW COULD I SAY THAT?!?!?

Boyfriend💋?:

12:03: Thanks love. I like you a lot too.

Look at this mess:

Felix apparently threw a party while I was at your place yesterday.

We barely finished the kitchen, and now gotta clean… this.

Me:

12:05: No way!

He’s at that age. 🤭🤭🤭

Boyfriend💋?:

12:06: Indeed 😂

Me:

12:06: Ok Jinnie, I’m gonna let you clean in peace.

But first

How much should I pay you for yesterday?

Boyfriend💋?:

12:07: ?

Me:

12:07: You know, for the dinner… oh, and the flowers, they must’ve been expensive.

Let me know how much money.

Boyfriend💋?:

12:08: I don’t know what you’re talking about?

What money?

Anyways, Felix is shouting at me so I’m gonna go.

Ttyl?

😘

Me:

12:09: Uhm… you know… for the date?

Okay, sure! Good luck! 👐

Why does he keep avoiding answering every question about the fake dating thing?

I sigh and open my banking app, adding in his details.

Is this enough…? I question while sending 1000$.

Oh well, he’ll tell me if I should send more.

~

The hours up to the date with Minho pass down relatively quickly. I don’t care that much about what I’ll wear tonight, since I don’t give two shits about impressing him in any way, so I just grab a random black blazer dress with golden buttons adorning the front side the bottom fans out like a pleated skirt but it cinches in at the waist sporting padded shoulders, overall it gives me the illusion of a tiny waist, cute! I make sure to put a black square neck tank top as the cut is low and wouldn’t show my bust, not to Minho at least. I wear a comfortable pair of black Dr. Martens derby style shoes and don’t bother too much with accessorising myself, or wearing too much make-up.

Just as my dad said, when 6 PM hits the clock, a driver sent by Minho arrives in front of my house to pick me up.

I am supposed to meet him at this Sky Rooftop Restaurant that only elites eat at, supposedly. I haven’t gotten the chance to go there yet, so I don’t know what to expect.

When we arrive, a valet comes to greet me at the car and guides me until the last floor of the skyscraper the restaurant is located in, which is the 50th.

When the elevator doors open and we enter the restaurant, I am mesmerised by how beautiful every detail is. Around the maroon wood tables are large square flower pots with greenery, and on the ceiling star-like projections are shown, the whole place looking magical.

Oh, and the restaurant is huge.

I notice Minho sitting leisurely at one of the tables in the corner, and I notice something weird as well: all the tables are empty, and besides me, him and the valet, there doesn’t seem to be anyone else here.

This can only mean one thing: Minho rented out this whole place… just for the two of us.

The thought of how expensive this must’ve been crosses my head, but it disappears just as quickly as it came, as the valet guides me to the table and Minho stands up to greet me.

“Hey.” He says looking at me from head to toe with his cold piercing eyes.

“Hey.” I reply back just as coldly, and I barely contain myself from removing my hand from his, as he bows down to kiss it politely.

That’s so unlike you. I think, but I don’t say it.

After he’s down kissing my hand, I look at his outfit and curse a bit in my head, for we somehow match clothes again. He is not dressed too formal either, a pair of blue jeans and a black blazer jacket with a white button up underneath. But his jacket has fucking golden buttons on it, looking strikingly similar to my dress.

Minho shows me to the deluxe leather chair in front of his seat and helps me sit down, then returns to his former position.

“How was your date yesterday?” Minho smirks, pressing all my buttons. It’s always like this with him, he says the most annoying things in the shortest amount of time as possible, making me hate that stupid mouth of his.

“It was great. My dad loves my boyfriend.” I reply, trying to sound confident.

“Right.” He chuckles. “Then why are you here?”

“I don’t know, Minho? Why am I here? Why do you want to get married to me so badly?” I spit.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Pearl. This has nothing to do with what I want. It’s just a logical choice for my business.”

“Your business?” I laugh.

“Yes, mine. I’ve been running it for almost 3 years now in my dad’s place, so of course it’s mine. You wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I, now? Why?”

“Because you are… the way that you are.” He says, looking at me blankly, as if he said the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re just like my father. Thinking you know so much about me. Well, you don’t know shit, Minho. Whatever, let’s just order.”

I open up the menu and don’t even read what’s written. I just look at the prices and pick the most expensive things. If he’s going to try and hurt my heart, I’m going to hurt his wallet.

It doesn’t matter what I’ll order, anyway. I don’t have an appetite, so the food will stay untouched on the plate.

Oop, 24k gold-coated steak, sounds interesting. 30000$, noted.

Diamond is Forever cocktail? Fun, 22,600$, and you get to keep the diamond. Why not?

Ohohoho, this desert though! Frrrozen Haute Chocolate! 25.000$. Just perfect.

As I give the waiter my order, I laugh in my head, a bit in disbelief that I managed to rack up an almost 80.000$ meal with just three items. As the waiter listens to what I say, he gives Minho an unsure glance, but Minho doesn’t look upset at all. No, on the contrary. Seeing my mischievous smile, he looks amused and just nods, ordering the same things for himself.

Even worse, he tells the waiter that we forgot to order entrees, so he tells him we want two Grand Velas Tacos, which happen to be the most expensive entree in this restaurant, 25k a piece.

With this order, both of us go way over 200k for the whole meal.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

It’s like we’re having a contest, and he wants to prove to me that he’s winning no matter what.

As the entrees come, I see my phone’s screen lighting up on the table. I pick it up without thinking twice, and see a message from Hyunjin.

Boyfriend💋?:

18:46: Finally done cleaning! Pfiu, that was something!

What are you doing?

Me:

18:46: Jinnie! Wow, it took you so long, hahah, you must be exhausted.

Boyfriend💋?:

18:47: It was! I’m so tired. 😩😩😩

Me:

18:47: Felix gave you a lot of work today, hahah 🤣🤣

“Who got you smiling like that?” Minho’s words make me glance away from my phone and realise that I’ve really been grinning like an idiot. “Your boyfriend?” He continues, raising an eyebrow.

“So what if it is?”

“Woah! The audacity you have, ordering a 100k meal and not even paying attention to me.” He scoffs and applauds mockingly.

“I mean, what did you expect? I’m here unwillingly.” I shrug, then I notice my phone lighting up again, and I unlock it to check what Hyunjin said.

Boyfriend💋?:

18:48: He did. So anyways, what’re you up to?

Me:

18:48: Not much, my dad forced me to go to this stupid restaurant with Minho.

Boyfriend💋?:

18:48: Oh. Is it like a date?

Me:

18:49: Unfortunately.

Boyfriend💋?:

18:50: Oh

“Pearl, put the phone down and eat, will you?” Minho frowns.

“Acting like my dad again?” I mock him, turning my eyes once more to the phone.

Boyfriend💋?:

18:51: I also have work today, but I don’t really want to go either. 🙂

Work? I frown. Does he have to go on a fake date?

But-

“I’m serious.” Minho says again, more sternly than before. Before having a chance to complain, he leans over the table and grabs the phone out of my hands, putting it face down on the table.

“Don’t do shit like that!” I spit out, annoyed, reaching out to the table to grab my phone back. Who does he think he is?

“If you don’t want me to do shit like that, don’t waste my fucking time and money, princess.” He scoffs again, reaching out after the phone at the same time as me.

“Stop being so fucking controlling and jealous!”

Both of us get hold of it and pull it towards us as hard as we can.

“Minho, let it go. It’s my phone. You don’t get to forbid me to use it.”

“Oh yeah? Fine!” His voice gets louder, and he suddenly lets go of the phone. Not expecting it, I also let go of it, and it basically flies a few metres away from our table. “And I’m not controlling, nor jealous.”

Minho just sits there with his arms crossed, not even looking at me, as I get up to recover my phone from the marble floor. When I pick it up, I notice that the screen is broken and the phone won’t turn on.

“You fucking broke it!” I shout, annoyed.

Minho doesn’t say anything.

How dare he disrespect me like this?

I want to leave so badly, but the server comes with our main course and guides me to sit back down. I don’t want to make another scene, afraid of what would reach my father’s ears, so I just sit back down, broken phone in my hand and tears in the corners of my eyes.

I look around the restaurant wanting to avoid Minho’s gaze as much as possible. True to his form, the waitresses were cooping up in the corner or behind the bar giggling and gawking at him.

He didn’t mind. I doubt he’s even noticed the way he’s burning holes through my skull.

Minho only had to flash that undeniably cocky smirk at someone to get them to like him. He is so devastatingly, disgustingly good-looking that whoever becomes his target never stood a chance. The way he runs his hand through his silky brown hair, the way he gives that lazy wink that makes you think you’re the only thing he sees, the way his eyes would never seem to leave yours in an infinite assault of intense eye contact.

He knows his effect on women, even men and he brazenly relishes in it.

A true womaniser.

It probably would have worked on me as well if I didn’t know him well enough to know that he is actually the biggest cock on the planet.

And I will give him credit for being a hard worker, a man with lots of ambition and determination.

When I first met him, his beauty nearly swept me off my feet.

It was on the cusp of autumn two years ago when I started university, the trees were bare leaving only the skeleton behind. However, the ground was now a beautiful variety of burnt ambers, bright yellows and fiery reds. I was so nervous. University was adulting and that scared me. The expectations of doing well from my family didn’t help either.

Cynthia has already told me about the heartthrob in my class as she started a day before me. She couldn’t stop talking about him, and apparently, she had already planned out our wedding and house interior.

We were seated together. I didn’t know who he was, but he knew who I was.

“Pearl, it’s nice to meet you.” I turned and looked at him in downright confusion. Worried about how he knew who I was and how he knew me.

But I was also starstruck by his good looks, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” I said.

He chuckles lightly and I noticed his cute set of pearly white bunny teeth, “I’m Lee Minho.”

The realisation hit me like a truck and I wish I could have disappeared right on the spot, spontaneously combust. He was the Lee Minho, the one my parents had told me about. The one who they said to be polite to and provide the most respect towards.

The one they said was handsome and polite.

Fuck they were right, he was handsome.

I stammered, placing my pen down quickly and turned to look at him better to not come across as rude as I previously had done by not recognising him, “I’m so sorry I… I didn’t know you were here, in this course, and I wasn’t told.”

His smile brightened as my fumbling across sentences seemed to amuse him, “It’s okay, I’ve been told a great deal about you.”

I sighed in relief, “I hope all good things?”

“Of course,” he said softly as the lecturer came in to start.

After the lecture was over he asked me if I wanted to join him for lunch, I accepted, of course.

We went to the café where Felix worked. It was my first time there; the interior shocked me. It was definitely something different.

We both genuinely got on.

Like a house on fire, he was shy initially but he soon warmed up. Quicker than I did anyway.

His jokes were witty, some were absolutely ludicrous and were so bad they made me laugh.

I’d tell him they were terrible but he said that it doesn’t matter as long as I laugh. That was when I first felt my face heat up and stomach bubble.

But whenever I was with him I did notice the glares I received from girls, it was intimidating. But he didn’t care about them, he’d tell me not to worry about them, as he would bring me to face him with his warm hand that felt like it was meant to be there and remind me not to worry.

We had lunch together for about two months and I would have considered us pretty close.

I’d always catch him staring as he did with me, to say that I hadn’t developed feelings for him would have been a lie.

I’d make sure to hug him goodbye everytime we parted and each hug got longer, I was sure I would never let him go.

When we’d walk side by side and our hands would brush I’d get shivers and butterflies would erupt in my stomach.

His eye contact alone would make my heart melt, his laugh was music to my ears.

His every movement and expression made my heart clench and twist.

But I didn’t know how he felt.

And we were friends.

Just friends, as much as I wanted to change that.

I couldn’t. I valued our friendship too much.

In the mornings he would bring me tea from the café and I always loved how caring and attentive he was.

He was my best friend and someone I grew to care so deeply about in those first two months.

But It only lasted two months.

He pulls me out of my thinking by placing his hand on mine, it’s warm, almost comforting. But then I realise he is the reason I’m so upset.

How careless can someone be to break someone's phone and not even apologise about it?

“We’d be good together.” He doesn’t even hesitate a moment before saying that as if it’s the easiest thing to say.

As if we don’t hate each other's guts.

I blink.

It’s as if I can feel my eyes monumentally widen, granting him an incredulous stare, “You’re kidding.” I state in disbelief, ready for him to laugh at my shock. To tell me he was joking, just to get a rise out of me.

Except that never comes. Minho just stares back, eyes relaxed, unlike mine that are round in shock and confusion.

I wait for him to backtrack, to make some sort of excuse for this random burst of strange behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he looks at his finished plate, reminding me that I probably should eat mine. His gaze shifts to his glass half full, as if to steady himself.

“Minho,” I begin, unsure of what I’m even going to say in response to his bold statement.

Fortunately, I find that I don’t need to bother connecting the pieces of the puzzle, as he immediately speaks up.

“Listen,” he requests and it's not like I have anything to say anyway, “We’re both hard workers, we’re intellectually compatible, we both come from prestigious backgrounds. And we're both attractive.”

I hate the fact that I’m not arguing back, but I'm at a loss for words. Also, I’m taken aback. Lee Minho thinks I’m attractive. If he said this when we first met I would have been thrilled.

I hate the fact that my face is flushing a bright fuchsia.

He continues, “We won’t get annoyed if the other person is working hard and doesn’t have much time for the other as it's standard for our families and we have the same sense of humour-”

“Okay Minho, I get it,” I cut him off, feeling a sense of overwhelm take over me completely.

It’s rare for Minho to leave me speechless, it’s rare for me to not knock him down a few pegs with a snarky reply.

But I can't think of anything to say.

His sheer presence right now at this moment is overbearing.

I stare down at my food and continue picking at it, my appetite being completely lost.

Minho sighs and leans back in his chair, “I’m just saying, you know?”

God, I wish he’d stop talking.

“Minho, can we please stop talking?!” I snap at him.

His eyes go wide for a moment as if he didn’t expect the outlash almost as if I’d be kind to him after what he said.

“Yeah, okay… let's just finish this then leave.”

I start reluctantly cutting through the 24k golden steak, and I take a bite. It’s good quality, obviously, and I understand why the price is this high. I just wish I could actually enjoy the food instead of overthinking what Minho said.

Bitter memories of two years ago rush through my head again and I start remembering how stupid he made me feel… especially when I found out what he really thought about me from other people.

It’s ironic, really.

Hard workers, intellectually compatible, he said? Too bad I know the truth behind his words.

I know he doesn’t see me as an equal, and I know he would never like me for me. What he wants is that prestigious background of mine he mentioned. It felt like a punch in the gut that he called me attractive. It just reminded me of how naïve I was before, to think he would actually see me, be into me, like me.

How stupid I was.

That’s the thing about Minho. You never know his thoughts. He can and will make you feel like you’re the apple of his eye, but he’s just doing whatever he can to follow through with his plans. He’s just like that.

I manage to finish the small steak on my plate and sigh in relief that the dinner is finally over.

And then the server brings out the desserts.

Fuck, I forgot I ordered this.

The Frrrozen Haute Chocolate. Essentially, a ridiculously priced sundae topped with edible gold that comes in a cup adorned with gold and diamonds.

I just want to go home. I think while fidgeting the golden spoon and looking once again at my broken phone on the table.

Did Hyunjin message me again?

Was he worried that I didn’t see his messages?

Did he go on a fake date?

He did say he had work tonight…

Fuck, why do I feel this stinging in my heart when I think he’s going on these dates? It’s not like he’s my real boyfriend.

“How’s the dessert?” Minho asks, probably noticing how low-hearted I still am and how the only interesting thing in the world for me seems to be the golden spoon.

“Just desserts.” I mumble, remembering hearing a song with this title a while ago and finding it so genius. I always enjoyed witty amalgamations like this. Justice hurts. Oh, or Champagne, which could be Sham pain, or even shame + pain if you squint your eyes hard enough.

Haha.

Or even: everyday is a chore - everyday is torture.

Family jewels - Family duels.

Are you satisfied? - Are you sad inside?

These are so fun. I smile a bit, and raise my eyes, glancing at Minho. He seems once again amused, and I tilt my head.

“Oh yea, justice does hurt sometimes, right? I remember we had a class about that in first year.”

My smile drops.

Being alone with him like this reminds me of the time we used to get along, and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. He still understands my jokes, we still share the same humour. He was right.

I just hoped that would be enough for him to like me and see my worth.

But he didn’t.

He still doesn’t.

And he never will.

He’s just like my dad.

“Do you remember? When the professor told us about the guy with the carpenter business-”

“I remember.” I cut him off sporting a fake smile, and taste the dessert.

Sweet, sugary nonsense.

Just like Minho’s words.

When we are done eating, I pick up my purse from the chair with anticipation. However, Minho seems to have other plans, as he signals to the waiter.

“Yes, sir?” He asks with a bow.

“I’d like a whiskey. Double, please, no ice. Pearl?”

“Uhm…” I mumble, hating that he put me on the spot like this. All the sourness from earlier when I ordered thousands of dollars of food and drinks is gone, and now I just feel stupid. “A Margarita?”

“Coming right up.” The waiter bows again and leaves, and I am once again left fidgeting the straps of my bag and seeing how relaxed Minho leans in his chair.

“What?” He asks amused.

“What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” He smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“Why do you want to prolong this stupid dinner?”

“Why not? I very much enjoy your company.”

“Well, the feeling is not mutual.”

“Isn’t it?” he smirks again. The waiter returns with our drinks, so he takes a big sip. “I remember it used to be, though.” He takes another big sip.

“Don’t get drunk, I don’t want to have to take care of you.” I roll my eyes and pick up my own cocktail, taking a sip as well and ignoring his words.

“You’re just going to brush over everything I say? Like you did 2 years ago?” He tilts his head, and he suddenly looks unamused. I just shrug and drink the Margarita.

“Ok then.” He shifts in his seat, and leans on the table. “I was thinking about Spring or Autumn.”

“What for?”

“Our wedding, of course. What else?”

“Minho, drop it. I don’t want to get married to you, okay? Besides, I have a boyfriend. How many times should I repeat that for you and my father to get it?!”

“Pearl,” he starts in a similar manner as I did. “I’m just saying you should reconsider, and think about your favourite season.”

“I can’t believe you.” I scoff. “What, you broke up with that girl from the club and now want me to be miserable as well? I’m very much in love, and don’t WANT any stupid wedding, thank you! Now finish that drink already and let’s fucking go!” My patience is running thin, and he seems to finally take me seriously for the first time tonight.

He drinks down the remainder of his whiskey in a gulp and signals me to get up, guiding me outside. Neither of us says anything.

To my relief, there are two cars waiting for us, which means that the bitter night with Minho is finally over. Still silent, he opens the door for me and helps me get in the car. No goodbye, no nothing.

I don’t speak either. Instead, I just look ahead and hope he’ll just close the door, which he is quick to do as soon as he sees I’m settled in.

I get home about 15 minutes later, and I head directly to my room, ignoring my parents’ questions asking me how the date went.

I don’t want to talk to anyone.

I lock the door and go to my vanity, taking off my make-up.

I then throw my dress on the ground and plop myself on the bed naked, covering my body with the soft duvet.

I’m so tired.

It was such an emotionally draining day.

What is Hyunjin doing now?

Is he having fun?

Does he think about me at all?

I sigh, making a mental note to drop by the Apple Store and buy a new phone tomorrow.

Closing my eyes, I fall asleep, dreading that tomorrow will be Monday and I’m going to have to see Minho again.

~

Part Two | Part Four (coming soon)

~

A/N: Hello, long time no see! Unfortunately, this story will have very slow updates. Sorry about that!

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

[shyanddreamy]

Curiosity killed the cat

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Summary: Chishiya was a complete mystery, but he had caught your eye. He always hid behind his apparent lack of emotion, as if he didn´t care about anything. So you wanted to show him how wrong he was.

Warnings: smut, threesome, blowjob, con non-con, vaginal and anal sex, degradation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, teasing, slight praise.

Author´s note: First of all, this is an independent post, so you can read this as a one shot. But if you want more context, you can check my other aib posts. Also English is not my first language so I apologize for any possible mistakes. I really hope you like it. Love u all <3

﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋

There were too many different people at The Beach; only connected by the desire of survive The Borderlands and have as much fun as they could till their last day there. With that death games they have been forced to play, they couldn’t know when will be their last day. Anyway, your attention has been lately on one single person. He was blonde, had cat-eyes and was pretty silence. He seemed to enjoy more when he was observing others, like if he was studying cautiously them. Niragi despised him; he always said he hated his condescending look. Niragi thought that he believed himself clever than the rest, but you couldn´t help but feel some kind of curiosity about him.

"Hello there", you said while sitting next to him in one of the seats next to the swimming pool. "Are you having fun?"

"Not really a party person"

"Maybe if you tried to have a drink or dance, it could improve"

"Yeah. Maybe someday", Chishiya answered. His sight was on you as one of the corners of his lips lifted up very slightly. When he wasn´t completely serious, that was his grimace instead. "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?"

"I was just thinking about you", you said, widening your smile. "We should talk more, you know? Like, spend more time together"

"We have been together earlier, at the executives meeting"

"You are very perceptive, don´t you, Chishyia?", you asked him. You moved a little closer to him, invading his personal space, and ran your fingers up to his hair, playing lightly with one of his bangs. "I´m sure you know what I mean"

"I´m not used to spend my time with Militants", he commented. Chishyia wasn´t bothered or concerned by your presence at all. Even if he was, he was good at hiding it. He was good at hiding his every thought or emotion. "Does Niragi agree with your interest in being here with me? I´m starting to realize that he didn´t like me too much"

"Niragi and I have so much fun together. But you know how our relationship is"

"I don’t have any clue really"

You knew Niragi since he was in his senior year in high school. And the bonds developed between you two then had grown and evolved over the years. Friends with benefits, allies, a couple with and open relationship, partners, kindred spirits or just a pair of freaks who had stuck together. You had never labelled your relationship. You didn’t need it anyways; it wasn´t necessary. You just did what you want when you want in the way you want, but always being in the same team. Sometimes you were just both against the world and you were fine with that.

Instead of giving Chishyia an answer, you stood up from de seat and stretched out your hand to him.

"C´mon, I have something in my mind"

Chishyia just looked at you with and eyebrow raised sceptically. Since he hadn´t intention of accepting it, you lower you hand to your hip and pouted.

"What do you really want?", he asked you. Perhaps his voice was quiet, but Chishyia was absolutely certain he couldn´t trust you.  

"Aww, you didn´t like taking any risk? Are you such a coward or am I too scary for you?"

"Maybe a lot of people around are afraid of you, but I am not one of them"

"So, come with me", you insisted, biting your lower lip mischievously. "You have nothing to lose"

Without waiting for his response, you turned around and went back to the dance floor just to pass between the crowd and continue your way to the resort. You already were upstairs when you took a quick glance backwards, finding proudly that Chishyia was following you. He had his hands in his jacket pockets, seemed bored and kept a few metres of distance, but still was after you. Yeah, maybe he was clever, but you were it too.

Curiosity killed the cat, but you wasn´t thinking about killing at all.

When Chishyia crossed the door of your dorm –which you had left half-open on purpose– and closed it after him, he found you looking through the window. The outside seemed more interesting to you than him.

"These people are disgustingly naïve", you commented. "Partying all day just to convince themselves that they have made the most of their lives before confront death. But the truth is that they have never lived before they came to this world"

Since you weren´t seeing him, Chishyia allowed himself to frown a bit. Your words aroused his interest, so he walked towards you. You felt him behind you, paying attention to the people out there. When you turned around, suddenly facing him, he slowly slid his gaze down to meet yours.

"However, you are different, Chishyia. You want to keep living at any cost, but at the same time you don´t give a shit about life", you mumbled. "Emotionless. Observing everything and everyone from the distance but without getting involved. Why do you live for then?"

"And you?", he asked. "You are mocking them but doing the same thing"

"I have always enjoyed my life, so I keep doing it here too. Unlike them, I´m not pretending to die after that", you answered. "I live for myself and to prove people who tried to destroy me wrong"

You rested your hands in Chishyia´s chest softly before starting to lower his jacket´s zip. He just observed your movements in silence, without doing a single thing in response.

"That´s why you brought me here?"

"I brought you here because I intend to awaken your emotions. I know they are there, inside of you, but you refuse to let them go out. I want to see the Chishyia that no one will ever see", you explained quietly; your hands caressing his chest. "And you knew these were my intentions, but you have come here willingly"

"You have been thinking on this for a while. Maybe if you see that it has no sense, you will finally stop"

"When I finish with you, you´ll be the one who doesn´t want me to stop"

You raised your hands to his shoulders, sliding his jacket down his arms until you got him naked from the waist up. You didn´t pay attention to his inexpressive grimace. If there was any emotion there, it would be boredom. You took your lips to his neck instead, dropping soft kisses along that sensitive zone for a few minutes before adding some wetness to your actions. Nothing changed on Chishyia, but you bet he couldn´t be made of stone.

Inch by inch, you traced a path of kisses down his chest, getting on your knees eventually when you were near his navel. And it that new position, you smiled widely.

"You can control your face, but not your body"

Chishyia raised one corner of his lips in a grimace of self-reliance. He still thought he was winning.

"It´s a body´s natural reaction. I can´t change human nature", he said leisurely. "You can continue if that makes you happy or you can quit. Whatever it is, I do not have any kind of interest or desire"

"It´s so? What a pity", you whinged, but your eyes were attached to the bulge in his swim trunks. "I wanted to know how cute you were while moaning"

You slipped your hands under his shorts, caressing his thighs but without coming close enough to skim his manhood. You approached your mouth to it as your touch was gentle but firm at the same time.

The fabric of his swim trunks wasn´t very thick, so when you talked again, he could feel your warm breath against his covered dick.

"And I wanted to know much more. If you were soft or you liked it rough. If you had practice or you were clumsy. If you were dominant or preferred to have someone putting you back on your place"

Chishyia crossed his arms above his chest when you looked up to find his gaze. He was beginning to feel annoyed, maybe a bit anxious too. Anyways, he refused to give up. He was the one playing with you, not the other way round.

"I think I´m going with the last one", you mumbled. "Always looking down on us. Always thinking that you are better than the rest. But when push comes to shove, you enjoy someone to take control over you"

His dick throbbed under his pants, so you bit your lower lip to restrain your proud smile. Nevertheless, the sound of the door opening at your back stopped your motions. Chishyia turned his gaze to the entrance undisturbed, only with curiosity, but you didn´t need to look back to know who the intruder was. There was only one person entering your dorm without knocking first.

"Are you kidding me?", you heard Niragi complaining. "What the fuck do you think are you doing?"

You got up from the floor at the same time that Niragi walked toward you after closing the door. Obviously, he wasn´t happy at all.

"You looked so amuse out there with that brunette. I thought you wouldn´t came here today"

"I would have killed her if I had had to endure her damn high-pitched voice for a few minutes more. She was too annoying. Wasn´t worth of my time", Niragi said. And when you turned back to him, he had a disgusted grimace. "Didn´t you have better options tonight?"

"I wanted to innovate"

Niragi moved his head to face Chishyia, who was in the same position as if he wasn´t even there.

"What have you offered her in exchange for this?"

"Y/N has come to me of his own free will", he assured to Niragi. "I suppose you are not able to satisfy her"

Niragi pushed you out of the way to confront Chishyia for his words. Since he was half-naked, he only could grab him by the neck. His deadly grimace contrasted with the tiny smile in Chishyia´s face. He enjoyed teasing Niragi, so things just got more interesting for him.

"What the hell have you said?"

"Do I really have to repeat myself?"

Niragi strengthened the grip around his throat before adding:

"I´m gonna kill you so I will never have to listen to you again"

"I didn´t imagine I would say this but see you both like this is a turn-on. And by the boner that Chishyia still have in his pants, it seems he agrees with me"

"Huh? Have you lost your damn mind, Y/N?", questioned Niragi frowned. "I said kill him, not fuck him"

"But neither Aguni nor Hatter will be pleased with his death. So maybe you can teach him a lesson by other means", you suggested evocatively while caressing Niragi´s back and approaching your lips to his ear. "Show him who is in charge here. Could you make him beg?"

With a rotten smile, Niragi stood closer to Chishyia. He knew you were challenging him, and he could never resist a challenge from you. Besides, Niragi liked more than he was willing to admit what you have said.

"Silence you with my dick and make you cry until you can never again look at me directly at the eyes", he laughed. The tip of their noses almost touching each other. "It sounds pretty fun"

"You both are sick", Chishyia simply replied.

"And you are a bit scared. So, I will be kind and let you go if you ask for it nicely"

You sighed heavily, a bit disappointed:

"He already was a coward when it was only me"

"I knew he was only façade", Niragi laughed rowdily. Instantly, Chishyia struggled in a vain attempt to break free, but the firm grip on his neck along with the additional force that Niragi made with his own body against him got Chishyia halted. "It´s even funnier if you are resisting"

Just a few centimetres separated their faces. In the moment you squeezed Chishyia´s crotch over his swim trunks unannounced, he let escape a subtle moan that was soon silence by Niragi´s lips, who took advantage of his mouth half-open. Yeah, that picture really turned you on.

Unfortunately, the fierce and dominant kiss led by Niragi lasted less than a minute. Chishyia wiped the traces of saliva on his lips with the back of his hand and slightly smirked.

"Didn´t know you have a crush on me, Niragi", he mocked. "You should have confessed your feelings earlier"

As the rage covered Niragi´s face, you could hardly contain your own laughter. Chishyia had no idea of what he was doing by teasing Niragi like this… Or maybe he really knew what the consequences could be.

"Shut the fuck up!", Niragi growled while kicking him in his legs to force Chishyia on his knees. Instead of his neck, he grabbed him by the hair. "Better use your mouth for something more useful"

"That´s a dangerous move", he warned Niragi.

"Is it? Are you thinking of biting me?", he pulled a pistol from the waistband of his trousers and pointed it directly at his head. "In that case, I will blow your brains out"

"I already told you I don´t want guns in my dorm", you complained, getting a snort from Niragi in response.

"I won´t use it unless this douchebag leaves me no other choice"

In an attempt to avoid such an outcome, you squatted down next to Chishyia and talked with a silvery voice:

"You should say as he says. It´s better than a bullet in your head"

"I don´t have all the fucking night", Niragi urged him, removing the gun safety catch. Have you mentioned anything about consequences before? Because this was precisely what you were referring to.

Your started to unbuckle his belt before lower the zip of Niragi´s pants. He was completely hard and groaned when you slip your hand in his underwear. Niragi was too impatient to make him wait, so you got rid of his clothes letting them fall to the middle of his tights and pumped his dick twice while bringing it closer to Chishyia´s mouth. When Niragi pulled his hair tighter and stuck the barrel of the gun in his forehead, you noticed that Chishyia was parting his lips slowly. With a mischievous smile, you took your thumb between them, opening his mouth a bit more.

"You are going to need to open your mouth wider to take it all", Niragi chuckled, rubbing his tip against Chishyia´s lips, making them glossier with his pre-cum.

"Stop teasing around", you ordered Niragi. "And don´t be too rough"

You barely managed to finish the sentence before Niragi buried himself in Chishyia´s throat. His blonde hair was clutched between Niragi´s fingers, so even if he tried, Chishyia was not able to move aside or backwards. He choked on his dick before Niragi pulled away. Then, Chishyia started coughing.

"Was it too much?", Niragi asked with false innocence while playing with his tongue devilishly. You gave him an annoyed look, but your attention returned to Chishyia when he was able to pull himself together.

"That´s the best you can do?", he mocked, seemingly indifferent as if his throat didn´t sore because of his impulsiveness.

"You son of a…", Niragi growled, but when he tried to force his way back to Chishyia´s mouth, you grabbed his hips to stop him while you stood in between. Now, his anger was all over you. 

"This is my party so stop spoiling it. Otherwise, you can leave"

Niragi clicked his tongue and clenched his jaw but didn’t add anything. He was aware that these was you rule number one when one of you had a new conquest and the other decided to join. He was not happy about it, but he was even less happy about the idea of leaving.

"First of all, no guns", you declared, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Niragi put the gun away back to his waistband. "Fine. And now, do it again without making him gag with the first thrust"

Chishyia was reticent when he felt the tip of his cock against his lips again, but this time, he opened his mouth easily. Niragi went deep on his throat but with a slower path, so Chishyia could withstand it.

"That´s it. Good boys", you praised them.

"Don´t call me that", Niragi complained, but kept going in and out his mouth, groaning slightly.

You slid your lips over Chishyia´s neck before descending your hand to his crotch. For the first time, you decided to touch his dick directly, without more teasing, to give him some kind of relieve. His cock was still hard and pre-cum was wetting his tip. Chishyia let out a low moan, making Niragi´s dick vibrate, and he giggled. Niragi was enjoying the situation pretty much; it was clear.

"Didn´t know you have a crush on me, Chishyia", Niragi said, copying the above words from the blonde. "If you wanted it so bad, I would have let you gag on my cock sooner"

Chishyia didn´t answer. It's not like he could talk either. Although you couldn't deny that it was a little strange to see him so submissive. You wanted to know what was going on inside his head, but it wasn´t the best moment to start doing questions.

When you noticed Niragi´s dick pointing at you, you didn´t hesitate before taking it in your mouth too. You continued bobbing your hand up and down Chishyia´s manhood all the time.

"How could you both love my dick so bad", Niragi laughed. "Such whores for me"

When Niragi left your mouth after a deeper thrust, you looked at Chishyia, who was looking at you too with his cat eyes and his cheeks flushed, and you kissed him. Finally, you tasted his saliva from his own mouth instead of from Niragi´s dick. He just followed your rhythm tamely until you were satisfied.

"We should go ahead. I want more than a kiss"

You grabbed Chishyia by the arm and stood up, guiding him until he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, not without first getting rid of his swim trunks. Niragi was quick to position itself behind you, his hands caressing your body shameless. And without asking, aware that those were your intentions, he stripped you. It's not like you have a lot of clothes either, just the bikini top and a pair of shorts.

"It´s a pity that I have to share you with that piece of trash", Niragi mumbled near your ear while his hands were touching your breast and your waist, making sure Chishyia could hear him too. "I should have face fucked him and threw him away"

You let scape a low groan when you felt his dick rubbing against your folds.

"So wet already"

You turned around to give Niragi a wrathful kiss before continuing with your plans.

"You are free to join us whenever you want"

With no more time to waste, you climb on top of Chishyia and made him lie down with his head on the pillow. He had a noticeable boner but his face still unwavering. You wanted to crack him despite of how difficult it seemed to be.

"You cock must ache and you are not doing a single thing to remedy it", you teased him, expecting some kind of reaction. "C´mon, big boy, make your move"

Chishyia just slid his arms under his head, making himself comfortable.

"I told you. You are the one who wants this, not me, Y/N"

"It´s so?"

You plunged down suddenly. Chishyia clenched his jaw and held back a gasp acting cool, as if his dick wasn´t throbbing desperately and feeling your wet hot hole around it were nothing to him.

"Maybe you were right", you started rocking your hips up and down, purring with pleasure. "You can stand still if you want then. I can enjoy by myself"

You took your hand to his throat, choking him a little when Niragi climbed onto the bed behind you completely naked. You felt his lips in your back, your shoulders and your neck, kissing and licking your skin, even biting sometimes.

"I doubt very much that you can do it on your own, Y/N. You need someone who really knows how to fuck you properly. Or who knows how to fuck you at all"

You smiled before tilting your head back to be able to kiss him. A bit anxious to have Niragi inside you, you grabbed him by the wrist and guided two of his fingers to Chishyia´s mouth.

"At least you can lick them, right?", you asked him, hearing an amuse grimace from Niragi next to your ear that cause shivers down your spine. "Make yourself useful, Chishyia"

And without complaining or saying a word, he did as he was ordered. A couple of minutes were enough before Niragi took his fingers from Chishyia´s mouth to your ass hole, starting to prepare you. He knew well how to do it.

"I wanted to make him beg, but making you shout out loud in his face just my name when we both are inside of you… I do like that kind of humiliation"

It took what you thought was an eternity before Niragi finally decided you were ready for him. And when you felt Niragi´s dick plunging in your ass as deep as he could, you let out a sonorous whine. It hurt a bit because that bastard wasn´t as careful as he should, but he was aware you liked that way too.

"Fuck! How could you be so damn tight!", he cursed, repeating a few more times his low but deep motions before really starting to move his hips in and out. The slight pain turned rapidly into pleasure and made you moan. "Just like this, baby. I wanna hear you"

For almost ten minutes, it was like you both had forgotten you were sharing the bed with someone else. You were so lost in the feeling to notice anything else. And if it weren't for two hands hovering over your thighs, you wouldn´t have noticed that you were not alone. Those hands couldn´t be Niragi´s because his hands were around your neck and your chest. And when you lowered your gaze, you realised that Chishyia was finally doing something. Since Niragi was inside you, you had stopped the movements of your hips. Actually, Chishyia had only the tip of his dick on you. It had been almost tortuous, that´s why he grabbed you by your thighs and forced you down, getting his dick back where it should be. Chishyia moaned but not as loud as you did.

"I´m still here", he mumbled.

"I see it now", you smiled. "Thought you were just my fucktoy. Didn´t know I had to pay attention to you"

His fingers, now around your hips, pressed harder in your skin while moving you up and down to satisfy himself. Perhaps Chishyia was a bit upset due to all the mocking.

"A few minutes and he will be cumming", Niragi laughed. Having both of them pounding his cocks inside you was overwhelmed in the good sense of the word.

"Shut the fuck up", he hissed. Chishyia had been trying to restrain himself, but something was burning in his chest; something he couldn´t ignore anymore.

"I dunno. Maybe we should let him show what he can do apart from lying down", you suggested to Niragi, stoking the fire Chishyia was feeling. A mix of arousal and anger ran through his veins; something quite unlike his common self-control and indifference.

At the same time as he saw you slightly pushing Niragi to get him out of you, Chishyia knew it was his moment to shine. Niragi had barely fallen on the other side of the bed when Chishyia switched positions with you by force. Didn´t take long for him to start rocking his hips deep inside you from behind. Chishyia placed a hand in your back and the other in your nape, sinking your head into the pillow. He growled low, but he was doing it anyways even if you could hear him.

"Fuck, Chishyia!", you moaned his name for the first time. It only made the burning in his chest increase. "Why haven´t you done this from the beginning?"

Suddenly, you saw two fingers in front of your mouth. The same fingers that had been in your ass a minutes ago. Niragi wasn´t happy at all to be left out.

"Are you sure? I´m not sure if he… fuck!", a harder thrust made you shiver.

"I don´t give a shit. It's not like I'm going to ask permission either", Niragi answered.

If Chishyia hadn´t been so focused on how his cock disappeared inside your wet pussy, he would have noticed your actions. He only got it as he felt Niragi placing himself behind his body, his fingers rubbing his entrance.

"You have her, I have you"

Chishyia froze for mere seconds, but when he reacted, you were fast enough to turn yourself around and grab him by the arms before he could start fighting against Niragi. They had already been at peace for too long. Chishyia felt on you, maybe because Niragi had pushed him or because you had pulled him towards you. Anyway, you ended face to face.

"You are not forced to do this. We can find another way", you mumbled only for Chishyia to listen to you. Niragi was too focused on his own work and blinded by the need to get some kind of relief soon. "But before making a decision, think carefully if you don´t want him too"

The following day Chishyia could say he was too horny to think properly. Or maybe that he couldn´t scape that room in time. But at that very moment, and even if he would never admit it, he wanted it. Chishyia wanted Niragi as well as you. However, when he felt the first finger inside his ass, he began to regret it.

"Be nicer, you asshole", Chishyia grumbled.

"Stop whinging", answered Niragi.

"Treat his ass like if it was mine", you added in an attempt to make Niragi softer, but you failed.

"I treat yours the same way"

Chishyia chuckled, so you put him closer to kiss him and kept him distracted. Unfortunately, Niragi pushed him away by the hair shortly after. His fingers waiting for his mouth to open.

"Make them wet. Again", Niragi ordered.

"Can´t you suck your own fingers?", Chishyia asked, frowned, and Niragi curved his lips into a smirk.

"I prefer to have a slut doing it for me"

They didn´t like each other, the feeling was mutual since almost your first day at The Beach. Nevertheless, it seemed they had found some kind of pleasure in this constant teasing. The problem was that you were not sure when the tension would explode, so it would be better not to overstep the mark.

You covered his fingers with your own mouth, licking them with dedication and without taking your eyes off Chishyia´s. Niragi plopped his fingers out your mouth soon after and let you both keep kissing as he continued the prep.

That time, the kiss was different than the one you shared on the floor. Chishyia was aggressive, his lips almost desperate and his tongue fighting against yours. He had lost all control over himself, surrendering to the pleasure that intoxicated him.

"I told you. I could awaken this part of you"

"I had no choice", Chishyia responded.

"Of course you had. You have had it all along. And look at you now"

Chishyia was pleased with what you had done to him, but at the same time, he despised you for making him lose his mind and his self-control. Instead of answering you, Chishyia bit the skin where your neck and your shoulder connected, making you cry out.

"God, Chishyia!"

He titled his head backwards looking at Niragi out of the corner of his eye.

"Despite what you have said, Y/N is only screaming my name"

You smirked as Niragi clicked his tongue in annoyance. Chishyia couldn´t stop provoking him.

"If you want me to destroy you so bad, I´m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop", Niragi announced while taking his fingers out his ass and spiting on his own cock. "If you are not ready yet, you can shout louder"

Niragi plunged down his cock inside of Chishyia carelessly. He gritted his teeth and clutched his hands tightly around the sheets but did not utter a single sound.

"Not even a word?", Niragi roared. "You are so fucking tight that I´m sure it must be hurting you, Chishyia"

Niragi was right. You saw the pain in Chishyia´s face as Niragi continued thrusting his hips towards him. Your hands caressed his cheeks, making Chishyia open his eyes again to look at you. You smiled tenderly, trying to comfort him a little bit before lowered your hand to his dick, pumping it slowly.

"You are not done with me. Can you handle it?"

"Fuck… Sure", he gasped.

From that moment onwards, Chishyia thrusted on you as Niragi thrusted on him. Both men trying to synchronize his paces. If someone was listening in the corridor, they would only hear a bunch of moans, growls, and curses. But none of you gave a shit about anything or anyone else out there. Chishyia interlocked your fingers above your head as you could hardly even kiss each other. And without warning, a shiver ran down your spine. You felt it in your low belly, you were so close.

"Don’t stop now, please, Chishyia", you moaned loudly. "Please, please, please…"

"Don't you dare disappoint her", Niragi ordered.

"I won´t"

Chishyia went as fast and as deep as he could. And unable to bear it any longer, you body got rocked by tremors. You heard Chishyia chuckling and Niragi laughing, both pleased by your noises and how your climax took over your whole body. Anyway, your head was dazed enough so you couldn´t do or say a single thing. You only could whinge when you felt Chishyia keep thrusting, sobbing due to the overstimulation.

"Don´t be such a coward. I´m pretty sure you can handle it a little bit more", Chishyia mocked, saying something quite similar to what you had said to him earlier. Nevertheless, Niragi had his own plans. He took Chishyia away from you, forcing him to stand upright with is back pressed against his chest.

Niragi wrapped his arm around his neck and the other around his waist, preventing him from moving. His tongue whirled shamelessly out his mouth, near Chishyia´s ear.

"I didn't expect you to like this so much", Niragi said with a husky voice.

"I didn´t expect it from you either", Chishyia answered. The choking wasn´t hard enough to deprive him of breath.

"You are just a whore for my cock. You will no longer be able to continue looking down on me"

"Actually, I can", he said, but Niragi pounding in a sweet spot made him cry out. Niragi widened his devilish smile.

"Yeah, I know is there. Want me to do it again? You know what I want to hear from you"

"Fuck you"

"Wrong answer. Try it again", he chuckled. "Otherwise, I can wait all night. Or stop completely"

Chishyia always presumed to be in control of the situation, but this time, he was frantic. He has never been so aroused, and he wanted his well-deserved relief. No, he didn´t want it, he actually needed it. Maybe Niragi was in the same situation, but he was holding back to maintain a slower pace. That jerk was able to stop, sacrificing his own orgasm only to deny it to Chishyia as well. There must be another solution, but Niragi choking him harder didn´t let him go on thinking.

"I am not a very patient person, Chishyia", he growled in his ear.

"Fine. Fuck", Chishyia grunted. "I´m going to kill you, but…"

"But?", Niragi encouraged him, giggling.

"But please, Niragi"

"Please, what?"

"Please, do it again"

"This?" Niragi asked as he thrusted his hips harder in the right place.

"Yes, fuck, please"

Niragi smiled pleased, biting Chishyia´s neck and wishing that his teeth would leave a mark there. Niragi wanted to mark him; everyone in The Beach would know the next day that Chishyia had given himself to him completely.

"As you wish, pet"

Chishyia moaned loudly while Niragi was finally pounding repeatedly in that damn sweet spot that made him tremble. His hands were gripping him so tightly that tomorrow he would have bruises, but he couldn't think about it for now.

You had been admiring them in silence, recovering from your own ecstasy, but you tried to move your hips up and down to add even more pleasure to Chishyia. While your wet folds slipped around his dick, you stared at his face; his grimaces of pleasure, his swollen lips, his red cheeks, and the sounds he made. That's all you wanted to see from him. You had won. Or given the situation, probably all three of you would have won.

It only took Chishyia a few more minutes until he got over the edge, cumming on your chest like never before. Niragi released him to let him collapse on top of you, and with his hands squeezing his hips, he continued fucking his ass roughly until he reached his own orgasm.

"Shit, Chishyia, you fucking…", Niragi couldn’t finish his own sentence before he slumped too. And now, you had the weight of two bodies over you. You only knew they were still alive by their accelerated breathing. You tried to endure it, but it was too much.

"Hum, I need to breath down here", you remembered them.

Niragi was the first to react, pushing Chishyia away abruptly to the other side of the bed to be him the only one lying relaxed on you. You smiled tenderly when you felt his arms embracing you with vehemence, his head resting over your chest and his eyes closed as he continued to calm his breathing.

"You are so cute when you are like this", you said, your fingertips making gentle caresses all over Niragi´s back.

"Shut up", he complained. You already knew Niragi disliked almost all kind of sweet adjectives and names, although you used them with him anyway.

"Was it good?"

"Not so bad", he commented. "Your decision wasn´t so pitiful"

You chuckled at his inability to recognise how amazing it had been.

After sex, Niragi wasn´t always like this. Even if it was a quickie or he spent hours, he always left after he had cum with some random chick. And, of course, he never lowered his barriers, but everything was different with you. You were his safe place; the only one he cared about and the only one he wanted to stay in.

Chishyia caught your attention when he got out of bed. You had thought that he would still be overcome due to his brutal and recent climax, but he looked hella fine.

"You can clean yourself up in the bathroom", you offered him. A private bath in the dorm was one of the advantages of being an executive member.

"Or you can just leave", even if he didn´t want to, Niragi slid to the free side of the bed. He didn't want to appear weak in front of Chishyia and stay in your arms didn´t help him at all.

"You can never shut up, Niragi?", you complained.

"Why should I?"

Chishyia just smirked in response and began to dress. He would clean up in his own bedroom.

"Stupid people always talk the most", he muttered, bringing a smile to your face.

"Don´t make me kill you while you still have my cum in your ass", Niragi scoffed. "Maybe I even use you one more time before doing it. Begging suits you well, Chishyia"

"Don´t get hard too many times thinking about it"

"You wish", Niragi snorted, turning around as if willing to sleep.

Chishyia zipped his jacket halfway up and slipped his hands into his pockets as usual. He was himself again, with his lips curved into a smirk and a cynical gaze on his face.

"Give me a kiss before you go", you asked him.

Chishyia stared at you closely, as if he was thinking why you had said that or what should he do. Finally, he just shrugged his shoulders before adding:

"Not that type of guy"

Chishyia left the dorm shortly after and made his way to his dorm quietly. After taking a shower, he got into his own bed. His bedroom was quieter, lonelier, and smelled less like sex. His smirk was still in his face. He knew everything you had said was right. Emotionless, never getting involved, looking down everyone and believing he was clever because, indeed, he was clever. Chishyia didn´t understand human nature or emotions at all. And yet, you had been successful in getting under his skin. He still remembered the burning in his chest that you had managed to make him feel with Niragi´s help. Rage, arousal, and a bit of envy too. Everything was new for him and he didn't like it very much.

Part of him wished he could forget about it and get back to focusing on his plans, but he doubted he could do it so easily.

"I wasn´t expecting that", he mumbled. "But I guess I will have to find a way to deal with it"

He already had a few ideas in his mind.

[pahtoosh]

Dry

[image ID: a gif of Lee Bodecker sitting on a couch and talking, made by tumblr user unearthlydust. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~400 words

warnings: fluff. mentions of taking a bath together. multiple attempts at writing a southern accent were made

a/n: i’ve been dealing with a little writer’s block! apparently writing three essays and a speech at once doesn’t leave me much energy for my creative writing. i wrote this little piece to help with that and i quite like it! it was also my first time writing for lee, i hope i did him justice(as much as i can really, within this context hehe)

pairing: Lee Bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: you’ve had a hard day at the diner and Lee helps you regress at home.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Lee warmed the lotion in his hands before gently massaging it into your dry knuckles.

“That feelin’ better, baby?”

“Yeah, tank you Daddy.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Can’t believe the nerve of this town, makin’ this winter so cold an’ dry. My poor baby’s hands are freezin’ right off. Don’t even get me started on that diner, my little baby shouldn’t be stuck back there washin’ dishes. Hell, you shouldn’t hav’ta work at all.”

You had just come home from a long shift at the diner, trudging your way through mud and snow alone in the cold. If you had known Lee was coming home early from the station, you might’ve walked faster or even asked him for a ride home.

Lee kissed your forehead as he continued massaging your hands. “Wish you’d told me you’re workin’ tonight, baby. Could’ve stayed with you at the diner as you were closing up, I know you don’t like bein’ there after hours. ‘Specially if you’re alone in the back. And then I would've stopped by the park for a bit, let ya stargaze before we headed home.”

Lee gently placed your hands in your lap before getting up, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

Lee chuckled and held your chin, tracing your pout with his thumb. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart. Just goin’ to check on the oven. dinner should be ready soon.”

He walked away, leaving you to slump on the couch. You admired his form as he leaned over to check on the meal roasting away. Lee looked especially handsome to you in his pajamas.

After you entered the house tonight and he saw the stress you were holding, he suggested taking a bath together. He knew you’d feel better having washed the day off of you. He also sensed that you were needing to regress, and a warm bath followed by changing into soft pajamas all while being doted on by your Daddy would get the job done.

The warm bath helped a lot at making you more comfortable, but there was an aching in your bones that only Lee could fix.

“Needs just a few more minutes, darlin’. That okay?”

“Yeah, just wanna snuggle with Daddy,” you said, still slumped over the arm of the couch.

Lee grinned as he made his way back to you. “If it’s cuddles my baby wants, it’s cuddles my baby gets. Scooch over, sweetheart. Daddy’s not goin’ anywhere tonight.”

[moon-galaxy-moons]

Female Lucifer

- A little hazbin Hotel thing I got bored with

- Wuh Luh Wuh 😻 /silly /j

- FEMALE USER X FEMALE LUCIFER

- Not smut, completely safe story

- Slight cursing (duh)

╭−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−╮

You were a member of the Hazbin Hotel, you were wanting to redeem yourself. You became friends with the Princess of Hell, Charlie. And soon, her father, the King of Hell came over to check on his bundle of sunshine.

You soon met him, as everyone was introducing themselves, he looked at you awkwardly, the only people he really knew were Charlie, and Razzle and Dazzle, her pets, so he was pretty awkward around new people since he's kept himself shut in his office making rubber ducks for so long.

His impression of everyone wasn't bad. Angel Dust was... Tall as fuck, Vaggie was pretty nice, surprising to see Charlie date Vaggie, a female, but he doesn't mind, Niffty was, well, Niffty, Husk and Sir Pentious were chill and calm, but he hated Alastor immediately.

"So, hello my dear, I hope you are enjoying the place so far." He said with a soft, awkward smile. You responded with,

"Thank you sir, I hope you are having a fine time as well." He was happy there was at least one SANE person here, (not offending Husk or Sir Pentious of course).

After a few weeks, Alastor and Lucifer have been having arguments daily. You were with them, and saw Alastor throw a gender swapping potion at Lucifer, which was irreversible. Which meant he was stuck like this forever.

"Wha- HEY!" He, or now she exclaimed. Alastor left, feeling satisfied, you were, lesbian, and you, fell in love, with how she looked, you didn't know her that well, cuz she was ex-king (now basically current queen) of hell, you weren't interested, but for some reason, something sparked. "The fuck...?" She cursed under her breath. She looked at you.

"Are you okay?" You asked her, she looked pissed, but also vulnerable.

"Yeah, I'm fine, this... Is just so weird, being a female, but, if that was irreversible, I can't find a way to fix it, I'm not sure shapeshifting will even help either..." She muttered. "Wait, you're a lesbian right?"

"How'd you know?"

"It's obvious." She casually responded with.

"Oh. Well why are you asking?" You ask, curious why.

"Well, because of this." She suddenly kissed you, apparently, she has felt that small connection you felt earlier, she doesn't know why, but she is really interested in you, after five seconds she stops. "Meet me outside the hotel tonight, wear the best you can wear, I wanna get to know you."

You just got yourself a date.

╰−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−╯

- So uh this is like the first canon x reader/user thing so uh ya

- I might do a part two because yes it seems silly

- WLW 😻😻😻😻

- Tell me if I should do a part two ⍢⃝

- Sorry if it was rushed I wanted to do this but I had no ideas 😞😥

[theageofsims]

Story process asks, no. 10 & no. 12! 😊

Hi, thanks for asking me these questions :)

[TEN] Clearly it would be Makoto so I can just let my cats sleep around with other cats and produce kittens while I don't keep a steady job… and sleep with Judith Ward's mean ass to the point I get her pregnant even though I'm supposed to be a gay man -- LMAO, sorry. I had to once again throw some MAJOR SHADE to Makoto

Honestly? I'd probably want to be Gloria at this point in time because now that I'm a type 2 diabetic, I can't eat fucking cake when I want to eat cake. If I was Gloria I'd have a fridge full of cookies and cakes and pies… not because that's what I ate before I became a diabetic or what made me one, but because now that I am one I can't just eat that stuff whenever my hormones or anger wants me to eat it. THIS WAS A TRIGGERING QUESTION apparently, LMAO!!!! I'm kidding… but also, she's in a serious relationship William fucking Jones now. That's like being involved with Batman… well… maybe not Batman, but Bruce Wayne at least! I should haver probably said Indiana Jones instead, but I'm trying to not mention another Harrison Ford character (that I adore) so… yeah. LMAO. But it would have worked out because Indy is a scientist anyway.

[TWELVE] Being able to have visuals added to stories I would have written elsewhere anyway. I think I've mentioned it at least a couple of times that I've been writing stories my whole life practically. I was about 9 years old when I used those wild colored gel pens my parents bought me for school and all the notebooks to write fan fictions on my favorite musicial artists, made up characters, tv characters, and movie characters. I continued as I got older. Aside from riding bikes outside with my friends, going to the movies and the mall, or just hanging out with them at thier houses or them at mine, in my spare time I would write stories.

One thing I always wanted to do was be able to draw and I can't. I'm really creative in a lot of ways, but I can't seem to learn how to draw no matter what I do.

Anyway, so I spent years writing, but all of the visuals were in my head. I didn't think that I'd ever use the Sims to help me get some of my stories across (I still actively write fan fiction, but I post it on Archive of Our Own and there's no images to go with them) becaus I've been playing the Sims since Sims 1. My first attempt at a sims story and simblr started somewhere in 2014/2015 with the Sims 3, but it never amounted to anything.

I didn't really think I'd end up writing a story that I've stuck with for so long, but there's many factors why that's come to be. It may happen for my other stories as well, I just don't know yet.

I guess a truth, though a unique one, is that I love movie characters a lot and I have my favorite actors/actresses who play a wide range of characters. Clearly Harrison Ford is my most favorite actor for many years now and I've spent a lot of those years writing fan fictions with his characters as well as other characters from other things I love, but also made up characters of my own.

Every time I watch a Harrison movie I always wonder what their lives are like outside of the movie -- or what happens to them at the end of the movie? So that's where fan fiction comes in not just for them, but for all the characters I love. It's like fleshing out their characters even more and giving them a new life or new experiences with different sorts people.

It's just something that comes natural to me as it did when I was writing fan fiction for the tv show NCIS or before that, with The X-Files. All of my fan fiction from age 13 to age 20 had to do with Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Skinner, Krycek, and everyone else from The X-Files because that was my total jam during that phase of my life (but it will always be one of my most favorite TV Shows) anyway.

So I guess my "simblr story writing process" isn't really a simblr story writing process, but just more of a story writing process but with pictures. I get to see my favorite characters visually unlike I've never been able to see them before and I love that… if that makes sense?

[faroreskiss]

Unnatural Coincidences / Part 3

Parts 1 2 3 4 Epilogue

You have been in Hyrule for a while now, and some things just cannot stay hidden anymore.

General Info & Warnings: -This will be a four part story for now, with the last part being the most explicit. There is a potential to expand the non-explicit parts, if there is interest. -If you are under 18, please do not read this. You have been warned. Parts 3 & 4 are very explicit. -Italic words like this mean the words in "your language", as they are speaking Hylian with each other. -Feel free to comment, if you think instead of (Y/N) this story should be written from first or second person POV (or it should be an OC) Pairing: Zelda x Fem!Reader x Link

In the previous chapter: Link caught you and Zelda having a heart to heart, hearing all the tea spill. Including seeing how you kissed. Now what?

Last warning, parts 3 & 4 include extremely explicit, +18 content

It was Link. Zelda’s one hand was still cupping (Y/N)’s head.

They both composed themselves.

“How long have you been standing there?” (Y/N) asked, in a panic mode. Both of them were red as ripe tomatoes. Most likely due to alcohol and adrenaline rush.

“Long enough to hear everything relevant. Holy Din girls, am I the only sober one here?”

He looked as if he also had conflicted feelings about this. Seeing the two girls he definitely had feelings for make out? In a fantasy perhaps, this would have been quite the material. Sure, he was the hero, but that didn't mean he also didn't have a foot in the real world. He also was a person, a person with desires of his own.

At the same time, did that mean that now he's "out"? But it was (Y/N) that kissed him first! Was he jealous or was he invigorated, was he heartbroken or was he overjoyed? He was furrowing his burrows, frozen like a deer in headlights, trying to decide what he can even say next. So he did what he could do best, just trying to analyze, and trying to have a lay of the land...

“So... (Y/N) is into Zelda, Zelda is into (Y/N), and for some reason, I'm into both....” he mumbled to himself.

Either it was the alcohol, or overall "Whatever" mode (Y/N) got into since this morning. She has been around a few years now, fully knowing who Link and Zelda were, and even though she knew she just idealized the versions she knew, (Y/N) couldn't help but fall for them both. They didn't judge, they didn't pry as long as they knew things "were safe".

So what now, if she wants them both for herself, while being happy that they will also be there for each other? She's already stuck somewhere else other than her world, maybe this is the will of the Three Goddesses after all.

She just considered the next steps... By the Nayru, she wanted them both. Maybe it was time to let her nonchalant and filthy side out, finally have the good time she lived many times in her head. Yes, first and foremost both of them were her friends. But can she really ignore her desires? She ain't no saint. She was just going to be open about what's going on, exactly tell what she feels like, and see what happens then.

(Y/N) shot a glance at Link from the couch “I think you are missing one of the Links, pun intended.”

“(Y/N)! Is this a time to be joking!” Zelda was BRIGHT red. She was really cute when drunk. And still had some "decency" of a royal princess, well, until when could this last?

“Okay Link.” (Y/N) got up and made Link sit on the couch, between her and Zelda. Wrapped an arm around his neck and got close to his ear. Link perked up immediately.

“Here is what’s happening: I know you guys are into each other. I’m into both of you. You both are also into me, apparently.” She was kind of slurring her words.

Link was not as easy as Zelda. He heard everything, and had every reason to be protecting Zelda from her, if it came to that. And everybody being into everybody? Surely she was manipulating both of them? So, he was still a bit stiff. Though not yet in the right places.

Yet… This girl here was tipsy, Calamity was gone, she did nothing but help advance the research efforts, been a good friend to them and had good manners, and had no reason to lie to them, did she?

Link looked at Zelda, and he melted inside. This felt so wrong yet so right, feeling like this while another girl was wrapped around him.

“Oh boy. Just do it Link.”

“Do what?”

“Kiss Zelda.”

"..."

Zelda did not say anything so far, she was just staring expectantly at Link, imagining how his lips would feel over hers.

Then it happened.

With (Y/N)’s one arm still around his shoulder, he moved closer to Zelda, took her hand, and with the other, raised her chin.

“May I, princess?”

Zelda’s eyes widened as she nodded. Link kept getting closer, and then the distance was no more.

(Y/N) moved her hand slowly to Link's shoulders, glancing at the scene from behind and thinking what a beautiful sight it was.

Their kiss broke, (Y/N) was impatient. With liquid courage and both of the people she’s into in the same room, knowing they are into her as well. Link must have felt it from her grip on his shoulders, as he turned to her and gently cupped her face, and started kissing her.

Link's kiss was like fire.

Zelda moved behind her and started rubbing her shoulders while they were kissing. She gently hugged her from behind, pressing herself into her back, put her mouth on her neck, slowly kissing it, and meanwhile moving her hands dangerously close to her breasts. She was melting like caramel on a hot pan.

Except, she was between the two hottest people she can be.

They were still on the couch in front of the huge window. Oh well, the sun was already long gone.

She stopped kissing Link, put their foreheads together and then turned to Zelda, who got startled with the sudden movement. Now (Y/N) started kissing Zelda starting from between her ears, to her neck and finally ended on her lips. After a brief kiss, she got up and motioned Link to move to the middle of the couch. She placed herself sideways on Link’s lap, and started kissing Zelda again, who was also slowly stroking Link’s hair, gently touching his neck. Link’s hands were all over (Y/N) meanwhile.

(Y/N) was also feeling his bulge growing right under her hip points. She couldn’t get enough of both of them. She wanted them both. She couldn’t stop touching Zelda either, feeling the flesh of her breasts through her shirt.

Maybe being right in front of the window was not the best idea after all.

They stopped, and almost instinctively,

“Zelda, can you please get up?”

“Okay?”

She adjusted her position on Link, turned her back to him while sitting on him, and then gestured to Zelda to come and straddle her.

“Can you handle that?” she turned to Link.

“Yes.” was what came out of his mouth, before it got occupied by Zelda’s, while (Y/N) was in between. She could feel and hear their kiss, while getting sandwiched between Zelda’s fluffy breasts and Link’s strong torso. It was getting hot.

Link was touching Zelda wherever he could. Zelda got up, almost playfully ripping Link’s lower lip in the process, and then held (Y/N)'s hand, to help her also get up.

“Shall we move to a more comfortable place, perhaps?”

“Perhaps.”

All holding hands together, they moved to Zelda’s room with the queen bed.

Link has been patient so far but he couldn’t take it anymore. The girls were right in front of him, he slid his hands on both of their backs to unclasp their bras at the same time.

“How convenient!” chuckled Zelda.

(Y/N) took Zelda’s shirt off, Zelda took Link’s and Link took (Y/N)’s. Link grabbed them both and practically threw them to bed. Zelda and Link shared a look. A very… devious one.

“Hey!” (Y/N) said, “What’s going on?”

“Shush.”

Zelda held her arms and Link helped take her trousers off. Suddenly Link was on top of (Y/N) again, almost as if continuing what happened today up at the mountain trail. This time, his knee wasn’t shy at all, and was pressing between her legs in a circular motion. His hands were on her breasts, cupping them and sometimes squishing her nipples between his thumbs. His mouth was going down, slowly to her neck and then to her breasts and going even more down to her stomach.

Then, taking the opening, Zelda started kissing her and touching her breasts, where Link left off. Link’s hands were on her ass, his teeth poking on the edges of her panties, while eyeing the two girls having a sloppy side kiss. He was just giving the hot air of his mouth to her panties, while watching the show.

Was she going to be the first pillow princess of the night?

(Y/N) poked Zelda’s belt, to motion her to take her pants off. Now Zelda was also only in her panties. Meanwhile, Link already took his briefs off.

(Y/N) straightened up while Zelda was taking hers off, and then she pushed her to the upper supporting frame of the bed upright. Put her leg between hers, and started attacking her neck and then her nipples, roughly.

Link came from behind, rubbing his (now exposed) member between now that (Y/N) was somehow also got her panties off, while she was sucking Zelda’s nipples.

He pushed his head forward to catch Zelda’s lips.

Whose moan was that? It was not so clear anymore.

Link has been patient so far. But even he had a limit. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s waist and slowly pulled her away from Zelda, while making sure their rubbing "contact point" was not affected. He kissed her neck, moved his hands to her breasts. Giving Zelda a good show.

Zelda was panting, red, and like everybody else in the room, burning with a desire. She was on the edge.

Link gently turned (Y/N) and started kissing her, their naked bodies touching. This time, (Y/N) slowly started going down from his neck to his torso with butterfly kisses, until finally reaching his cock.

She knelt down to the edge of the bed, holding Zelda’s hand and pulling her to her. She gave him a deep, loving kiss. As a funny coincidence, each of their hands were already on his member. Link let out a deep growl.

They broke their kiss, and a girl on each side gave Link’s member a long, slow lick from down to up. They combined their kiss on the top of his tip. He had his hands on both girls’ heads, slowly stroking their hair.

It was Zelda first that took his member to his mouth, while (Y/N) was licking it from below. Each bob of Zelda’s head movement was driving Link insane. (Y/N) went up and started kissing him, while Zelda continued. One of Zelda’s hands was busy touching herself. She was impatient.

Thank Hylia, this house was sound proofed. Or was it?

What she was starting to realize though, nobody in this room had any problems with staking their claims in front of others.

(Y/N) came back down again, and both her and Zelda took turns licking, sucking and nibbling on Link, listening to his moans. Sometimes their hands touched to each other’s breasts. Sometimes they stopped and just enjoyed each others’ kisses, giving Link a little show.

“Please,” he said. “I can’t take it anymore, I need to feel you, I need to feel you both as close as I can.”

Both girls went up and shared a triple kiss, mouths changing in between, sometimes somehow meeting in the middle. Each hand on everybody. (Y/N) rubbing herself on Link’s left leg, Zelda on right. Link’s hands on their breasts, sometimes gently pinching their nipples. Finally they got off Link’s legs. He was not letting them go as easy however.

His legs? Drenched. Sheets? Were about to be.

(Y/N) felt that she found herself suddenly, instinctively squeezing. She didn't know anything about it for sure, but there was no way this guy never did this before.

Because now, while kissing Zelda, his one hand was rubbing (Y/N)’s clit. Torturing her with small circles, not quite touching where he is supposed to, but close enough.

“Ah… You do know what you are doing.”

He simply grinned into his kiss with Zelda.

(Y/N) escaped his hand, -if this kept on she was just gonna cream on his fingers- and pushed him on his back to the bed. Now she was on top of him, just rubbing herself off to his fully erect member. She was dripping wet, he could slide right in, just like that, if he could. Not much patience was left in her.

Meanwhile, Zelda placed herself on top of Link’s mouth.

The guy had discipline one could see that. (Y/N) just observed what Link was doing, how he was cupping Zelda’s ass cheeks, how he teased her by touching her labia with the tip of his tongue instead of her clit directly. And as he finally started to make small strokes to her clit, Zelda moaned.

That was it. She took his member, spread her inner lips, and slowly guided it into her, as both of them were watching. This was pure euphoria.

While he was fully in her, she felt so full. She could feel him sometimes subtly twitching. As if giving her a mini massage from inside. She was desperate for him to move. He was desperate to move.

Zelda, also drowning in pleasure, just leaned into (Y/N) and they started kissing. They were like magnets to each other. As Zelda grabbed (Y/N)’s breasts and pinched her nipples, Link could feel her tighten.

“Ah, you...!”

They both chuckled, but (Y/N) had enough. She started moving her hips back and forth, instead of up and down. This was teasing both of them, it was also rubbing her clit but, just enough. This was insane.

Zelda smirked once again

“If you are both like this… I’ll just come by looking at you even if he were to stop licking me.”

“Mmm.. Zelda, could you please help me first so I can give her a good fucking, while I’m already in here? I’m… I’m losing it. I want to be in both of you. I.. I…”

Zelda was so red, even in this situation she felt a little bit embarrassed. Princess' manners? She was definitely not used to hearing downright filthy words out of her knight's mouth.

Yet, we don't see her complaining getting eaten out by him now, do we?

She moved up and Link moved a bit more back to get some support from the bed frame. He put his legs a bit more up, to give support to (Y/N) on his thighs.

He still wasn't moving.

(Y/N) seemed a bit frustrated, why wasn't he moving? Wasn't he simply begging 10 seconds ago? Seemed like his willpower came back again.

"You want me to move, pretty girl? You want me to move and make you cum while our beloved Zelda is looking at us?"

(Y/N) could feel it, he was close too. But she was losing it all between the desire for a release, and the warmth she was feeling all over her body, seeing how Zelda was busy touching herself while looking at them.

"Please, please..."

"Please what? I can't know exactly what you want..." He said between his growls. Bastard, he was also edging himself like this.

"Please Link, fuck me till I lose it... fuck me for Zelda to see..."

He shot a glance at Zelda, who was now laying next to her with pure lust, her hand was on her breasts.

"So I shall."

Then he suddenly started thrusting in (Y/N). There was simply no stopping him. The grip, the angle, the warmth of her walls. He was going crazy.

Zelda meanwhile, got to the side and took (Y/N)’s face, started kissing her again. (Y/N) wasn’t able to do much other than enjoy and kiss her back, as what Zelda did next was not what she was expecting.

Zelda, as she was touching herself, slid the other hand's middle and ring finger inside her. After a few pumps, she took them out, they were dripping.

Then, Zelda put her wet fingers between (Y/N) and Link, and started rubbing (Y/N)’s clit, while Link was pumping in her. With the other hand, she was still touching herself.

Dirty, dirty princess.

Whatever was building up in (Y/N), was about to release in a very, very violent way. She could feel Link harden even more in her, getting closer.

“Oh my Farore, Zelda, (Y/N), what are you doing...”

“Zelda… My Goddessess…”

(Y/N) gripped Link so hard with herself as she came, massaging her with her walls, Link just couldn’t help it. He started moaning, twitching, and releasing what he had, into her. (Y/N) saw the stars, feeling herself even expand more, enjoying the sensation of warmth inside her.

Zelda was now gentler, knowing how she could be sensitive. She simply took her hand off there, and gave Link a kiss between his panting.

(Y/N) collapsed to Link's torso and smelled him from the nook of his neck. She moved her hips a bit up, letting Link slide out of her. She started dripping all over the bed sheets. 

"What a mess!" exclaimed Zelda, looking at (Y/N) dripping on the sheets, and licking her lips, imagining what was going to happen next.

Who said they were done?

There was still Zelda to take care of.  She never stopped touching herself after all.

[harloqui]

Shifting Safety Tips

I now have enough experience with shifting to make a list on the dangers of the outdoors! This isn't everything you could encounter, but this is a pretty good basics list for anybody wondering about the dangers of being out in nature as a shifter (or even as a human!)

This list isn't supposed to make you anxious or paranoid by any means, but is supposed to warn you about the potential dangers outside and how to handle them. The chances that you'll get lost or stuck out in the wild are small, but it's good to know what to do if something like that were to happen.

▪︎Tell people where you'll be.

Don't go out in secret. You don't have to tell people not in the know, but you shouldn't be sneaking out without telling anybody where you'll be. If something were to happen to you you'd want someone to alert the authorities early and fast, and sneaking out without telling anybody works against you. Tell a shifter friend, tell a human friend you'll be exploring X area, but regardless of who you tell let someone know where you'll be.

▪︎Take note of your surroundings.

When outdoors and in an isolated area, try to make a mental note of where you are and who's around you. Don't tune everything out, especially when you're exploring a new area for the first time. Pay special attention to odd parts of the landscape that stick out - if you get lost you can use these things to help you get back to where you started.

It can help to learn about the native plants and wildlife in your area. You don't need to become an expert (unless you want to) but knowing about what is growing all around you can help you navigate your surroundings with ease. This information can be useful even on quick journeys, and help you identify when you're near dangerous animals, plants or landscapes.

Avoid suspicious individuals. Some people have bad intentions in isolated areas. If someone appears to be acting a little too interested in you for no apparent reason, appears to be coyly following you or seems to be trying to herd or lure you someplace, head back to an area with people and get out of there.

▪︎Carry backup.

It can be dangerous in heavily forested, isolated or wooded areas, especially if you're a visible minority. When traversing these areas you should always have some sort of backup defense or weapon, just in case. This may seem silly, because if you're a shifter shifting should be enough to stop someone... but you don't want to only rely on shifting to protect you. After all, a human can still overtake most animals provided they have the right weapons.

This also goes for tools and necessities. Bring a backup charger for your phone if you're going to be out most of the day. Bring food and snacks if you're trekking somewhere new. Keep a swiss army knife on hand. You don't need to pack like you're going to climb mountains, but you should have the appropriate backup supplies should something go wrong that day.

▪︎When in the forests as a human, wear orange.

Animal hunters (such as trophy and food hunters) often camouflage themselves within the surroundings, which can put you at risk if you're also sneaking around the area. When shifting in a hunter-filled area, wear something orange (whether a collar, bandana, or a vest) so hunters can see you and avoid you. Even if you look like an animal, an orange piece of clothing surrounding you will let them know that you're associated with humans in some way and shouldn't be killed.

You can follow this rule as an animal, but note that it may look odd depending on what you are and where you live - a wolf with orange on won't attract much attention in Canada, but a cheetah might, and may get reported as a possibly escaped exotic pet. Be careful with how you go about this while physically shifted.

▪︎When stuck, call for help.

Got stuck in a trap? Lost and need assistance? If you can, call for help. If you have your phone on hand, use it. If not, call out for someone or wait for someone to come and find you.

When lost you should try to stick to a particular area until help arrives. Don't go wandering off when people could be searching for you- you could be delaying your chances of being found. Make a shelter out of whatever is available to you, and be particular about what you eat, if you eat anything wild. Meat should be properly cleaned and cooked well to reduce the chances of food poisoning or parasites, and you should only eat plants you know for sure won't poison you.

If shifting to catch food, be very careful about how you do it. Remember, animals often get hurt or injured when hunting, so if you must hunt choose weak prey. Try to avoid carrion unless necessary, as that also caries a risk of disease. If you must scavenge, look for something recently killed. If you're grazing, make sure to pick flora that seems healthy - many places that seem clean can be teeming with all sorts of pathogens or human chemicals, and some plants may be toxic to shifters.

If you're not too lost or must wander off, use your animal senses to help you find civilization. Odd, out of place smells or sounds may be indicative of industries or people being nearby. Don't disregard human pollution - if you see more bottles, trash, or discolored water near one place than another, that is a good sign that humans frequent that area, and by following the trash trail you can get back to society.

Lastly, if you are lost don't stress out. Stress can weaken your immune system and ruin your motivation to escape your situation. Don't focus on the negatives, keep a positive attitude and take things one step at a time.

I hope these tips can help any shifters nervous about exploring the outdoors, or wondering how to survive if they need to. Stay safe out there!