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written-in-flowers · 17 days ago

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Hades and His Persephone: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9k

Genre: Friends with benefits to lovers, smut, angst

Summary: During Midsummers, Rafe finds it hard to keep himself away from you. The secret of your love in danger, how much longer can either of you keep it before its revealed?

Tags: friends with benefits to lovers, forbidden romance, secret lovers, ownership, blackmail, mutual pining, slight cnc play (nothing particularly bad this time), drug use (cocaine), sex under the influence, light dacryphilia, hair pulling, vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), slapping, pussy slapping, spanking, name calling, possessiveness, edging, overstimulation (male), greek myth references, dom!rafe, sub!reader.

Part 2 < | > Part 4

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Every kid had a Greek mythology phase, and Sarah had been no exception. Rafe remembered young Sarah devouring any book with the words “Greek Myths” written on it then babbling about different stories she’d read, and read them to their baby sister at night. She then started an annoying habit of comparing people she knew to Greek gods, however shallow and obvious they might be. His father found it cute and was proud she'd compared him to Zeus. She'd said their real mother was Hera, and baby Wheezie became a young Artemis. She, of course, was Athena. Rafe never fully appreciated what God she'd given him.

Hades, King of the Underworld and God of the Dead.

At the time, teenage Rafe did not appreciate being compared to a villain. But, as he grew up, he realized that Hades was far from a malicious figure. A person thrown deep into the underworld by his brothers, he was an outcast condemned to a lonely existence. While firm in his judgements and punishments, Hades was not outright evil. The guy simply did his job. Rafe knew the feeling. Even with his family, he never truly felt a part of them. He had to earn his place there; he needed his father's approval to get any kind of acceptance. Hades might have felt the same way. While other Olympian gods received their place, Hades needed to earn his spot on Mount Olympus. As they basked in the sun, he stayed plunged in darkness, living amongst the dead.

But, that isn't entirely true. Hades did have someone to fill the void in his heart. Persephone. Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld. He'd supposedly desired her for a long time, and eventually asked Zeus's permission to have her. Sarah said Hades kidnapped Persephone and tricked her into staying in the underworld, by giving her six pomegranate seeds from the underworld. This ended up binding her to him for six months, while she went to earth for the other six. Rafe always imagined an ethereal beauty being whisked away in a field of flowers, carried across the River Styx, and forced to be a bride. He pictured her upon a throne, Hades at her side and admiring her more than anything else.

Rafe could get behind that. Has he not done something similar with you? Using the sexual content he'd found of you, he bound you to him. If you tried leaving, he'd expose you. He'd tell everyone that you were a slut who'd do anything for some cash. He'd show his friends what you looked like naked and tell the girls the dirtiest things he can think of. Nobody would see you the same again. You'd be bullied and humiliated by it, and it'd serve you right for rejecting him.

At least, that's how he felt at first. Two months into this strange relationship of yours, Rafe began seeing you differently. Not entirely, of course, he always saw you as a goddess walking amongst men, but in another way. A softer, more innocent way that made him uncomfortable because of how foreign it felt. When he gave you the necklace, he'd done it with the small hope you might want more. Maybe you could move past what he'd done, and open yourself to him. You'd thanked him, smiled brightly, but said nothing he'd imagined you would. No ‘Rafe, I love you’ or ‘Rafe, let's be together forever’. You'd only said:

“Rafe, I thought we agreed on no romantic gestures.”

He remembered your playful, teasing smile stabbing him in the chest. How could you not know by now? He liked to think his feelings for you were obvious over the years. He flirted with you any chance he got; he sought you out in places just to see your face. In eighth grade, he'd put flowers in your locker with his initials on the card. Okay, so occasionally he threw in an insult or typical bullying tactic to throw his friends off the game, but he liked you a lot. Rafe thought a woman as smart as you would figure that out. He supposed he was wrong.

“You ready, Rafe?”

His dad's voice pulled him from his thoughts, and Rafe saw him in the mirror. His father wore a nice suit with his dark hair and beard trimmed. Midsummers. Fucking Midsummers.

“Yeah, I'm going,” Rafe replied, putting on the usual indifferent tone he used.

“We're gonna be heading out soon. You'll follow in your truck?”

“Yeah,” he said, keeping you from entering his mind as he fixed his bowtie.

“Alright, see you there. Don't be late.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Rafe didn't mind Midsummers, honestly. It was a good chance to party with his friends with free drinks and plenty of drugs. They honored his dad for some old council thing nobody cared about, so he had to forgo a night with you for appearances. He used to be excited about possible hookups like last year, but not anymore. Other women no longer measured up to you. He grew bored with them too easily; so much so that he didn't bother with them. Rafe only flirted to keep up his image these days, going after girls he knew his friends approved of. He felt nothing for them. He preferred spending his night with you.

Rafe finished straightening himself out, then went downstairs. Sarah stood in the foyer, sour faced and blond in her long white dress and Wheezie beside her in pink. The pair noticed him coming, and he couldn't help himself.

“Shouldn't you be with your Pogue boyfriend right now?” he asked, sounding cocky with his smirk.

“I will be. He's my guest,” she said back smugly.

Great, a night around Pogues. He bet anything Kie invited one of the others, and Pope's father and JJ are working the event. Rafe suddenly wanted to go less, unless…

“Then that means little YN is coming too,” he said, getting his keys from his pocket. “Who else would Kie's guest be?”

“You leave YN alone. She's not interested in you.”

He snorted as he walked past her. “This night just got even better!” he called over his back before going out the door.

This certainly added another incentive to go after all. Getting into his truck, he instantly pulled out his phone.

“Your loser friends are going to Midsummers. Are you?”

It only took you a minute or so to reply: “Yeah. Kie invited me as her guest. Why? Eager to see me?”

“Very.”

The two weeks since your last meeting dragged on. Not having you was like trying to flush coke out of his system. He longed to touch you just as much as you longed for him. This party is a terrible place to do anything, he knew. With all of his friends and your friends hanging around, he knew a moment alone would be impossible. There’d be awkward questions and nosey stares. But, the urge to feel your body tempted him. Hades must have felt the same whenever Persephone left for spring.

“It'd be a bad idea,” you wrote as if you read his mind. “We should just keep away from each other.”

“You really expect me to stay away from you?”

“No lol I don't”

Starting up his truck, he wondered what you'd be wearing. Nothing too risque or revealing, but still alluring. You needed to do very little to grab attention. He gripped the steering wheel thinking of all the guys who will chase after you. It'd be strange if you didn't interact or flirt back, since you're too popular for your own good. He'd be standing there, helpless and seething in his anger as he watched guy after guy try getting you alone. Kook and Pogue rivalry didn't matter when a beautiful girl was involved. That's what he'd tell his friends when they ragged on him for flirting with you. He'd tell them he likes messing with you, and yeah, that you're hot “for a Pogue”.

“Dude, looking sharp!” Topper greeted him at the club entrance, smiling in his peach colored suit.

“Thanks” he nodded appreciatively, clapping his shoulder.

“You know what would happen if you tried anything with me,” your next message read as he walked inside with his group. “The boys will be there. Please, don't give them an excuse to cause a scene. I want to have a good time, and you boys always spoil it.”

“They start it,” he argued back. “I only talk to you 😏. Not my fault they can't get in your panties like I can.”

“Lol perv.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

“Bro, who got you smiling like that?” Kelce came up beside him right as he locked his phone. A grin on his face, he then asked, “Anybody we know?”

“Nah. Just some tourist chick I met a while back,” he lied. You'd both decided random tourists made a good cover. “Not important.”

“Seems like it if you're blushing,” teased Topper, arm around his shoulders. “I've never seen a girl make Rafe Cameron blush before.”

“Not blushing. Just hot, that's all.”

It was the opposite of hot in the Island country club. The posh elite of the island gathered for another pointless celebration, using an excuse to get drunk and make fools of themselves. Rafe could understand that. He currently carried a gram of cocaine on him to use later. Maybe if he got you alone tonight, he'd share it with you instead of his friends. He nodded at a few people he knew as they made their way to the outside bar, already hearing the DJ start up music as the sun started going down.

“Is she fine?” asked Kelce, ordering a drink next to him.

“Very.”

“Got a pic?”

“Yeah.”

He'd never show you in a million years, but he carried backup models. Rafe then went into a fabricated story of hooking up with a hot blond in her family’s vacation house. It did have a sprinkle of truth in it: you and him recently hooked up in one of his dad’s listings. A nice house on the northwest side, you said it was too hot for the Boneyard, so he took you there. On a bare mattress, he tied you up and used toys he'd brought. Your needy whimpers and struggling formed a lump that he swallowed back down. Rafe never pushed you past your limits, since hurting you unintentionally took you both out of it. Yet, that night neither of you could get enough of each other. If distance and time made anything good, it was the sex.

He told his friends this, earning their approval with laughter and disbelief. It was when Kelce dived into his own story that a flash of orange caught his attention. Out of curiosity, he looked over to the end of the bar to see you. In a dress of light and red orange, you resemble the goddess Persephone herself with the orange flowers tucked into your hair. He hardly noticed how the bodice shaped out your torso and waistline, or the dipping neckline showing a slight cleavage or the bare shoulders he loved leaving hickies on holding up spaghetti straps. He only saw your beauty. His heart missed a beat looking at you; the world stood still, as if it took a moment to admire you with him. Walking down onto the yard with Kie beside you, Rafe wanted more than anything to walk over to you. Had this been what Hades felt upon seeing Persephone?

This feeling only deepened when you chanced a glance his way. With Kie distracted, you gave a covert smile. He gave his usual smug smirk, eyeing you up and down as if to say, “You look good”. You did the same back, smiling bashfully before turning away. He ordered his drink and sipped the smooth liquor.

“...I'm telling you, man, I had that girl screaming my name all night!” Kelce concluded his story with a cocky laugh.

“Crazy,” Rafe said distractedly, trying not to look at you again. Hades was forced to observe his love for afar instead of close up.

“Hey, looks like your girl showed up,” he said, noticing you with Kie. You'd finally gotten your drink, a cranberry vodka of all things. “She’s pretty hot for a Pogue.”

“Yeah.”

“You…You can't for real be into her, right?” The boy said with a scoff. “She's Pogue trash.”

“Nah, you know I just like messing with her. Maybe I’d sleep with her if I was drunk enough,” he shrugged and turned away from you. “No way would I date a Pogue. I have standards.”

“Well, if you don't want her,” he sneered, eyes directed on you, “I wouldn't mind a slice of that pie.”

Rafe's fingers tightened on his glass, and he restrained himself. You wouldn't like Kelce…would you?

“Psh. go for it,” he dismissed. “That pie is hard to get.”

“I think I got a couple hundred reasons she'd go for me,” he winked, sipping from his drink.

“Already tried that, bro.”

If you'd just agreed to a date with him, perhaps this might have started off differently. He’d take you out somewhere nice, get you flowers, and spend the whole night romancing you. A walk on the beach at night, you’d learn about each other without the interference of friends. He’d tell you he loves the way your eyes squint when you laugh or that it’s cute that you put cream and sugar in your cup before the coffee. Rafe might kiss you, if you let him. It would have been a deep, slow one full of love. He wouldn’t have given into those primal urges and taken you like he did. As much as you both enjoyed it.

“Can you believe Sarah’s here with that Pogue?” Topper asked with disgust, glancing over at the group. “Like, is she serious about bringing them here? She knows it’s a bad idea.”

“I told you, man,” Rafe said, “She’s a Pogue now. It’s better to just forget about her.”

“How?”

“Fuck another chick?”

“I…” he saw Topper struggle with the idea.

“Look,” Rafe put his hand on his shoulder, meeting his eyes, “I know that’s gonna be a hard thing to do. Sarah had you wrapped around her little finger, made you her bitch and it’s hard to unravel yourself from that, but she’s with John B now. She doesn’t want anything with you. You’re only embarrassing yourself. Here,” he got Topper another drink, “Take this. Get shitfaced and forget about her. There’s plenty of girls at this thing to pick from. You’ll have no trouble finding somebody.”

Topper looked at him for a second. Rafe scanned over his face, knowing when he’s being read. “Come on, drink up, Top,” Rafe urged, hoping to distract him.

“Maybe I should try a go at YN,” he suggested, though Rafe saw the real intention.

“Oh, you're throwing your hat in the ring, Topper?” Kelce chuckled.

“Yeah,” he stared at Rafe, looking at him over his glass. “Why not? She must be special if Rafe is into her, and we all know you’re hard to please.”

“Ah, so it’s like that? You boys want to go take a crack at her, go ahead, but I promise you: you’re going away empty-handed and humiliated.”

Or so he hoped.

“Forty she picks me,” Kelce put down two twenty-dollar bills on the bar top.

“Fifty she picks me,” Topper said, taking out his wallet and putting the bill in front of Rafe. “Maybe tonight’s the night YN gets topped, huh?”

He’d hit him square in the jaw if he could. Rafe knocked back his drink and nodded. “Good luck, bro. I believe in you.”

Topper patted his shoulder, then made his way over to you first. Rafe causally ordered another drink, pretending to not care, though kept looking your way. Your group moved from the bar to one of the high top tables at the edge of the dance floor. Laughing at a story JJ was telling, Topper’s appearance took you by surprise. Rafe watched him purposefully slip in between you and Kie, blocking the brunette from speaking to you, and talk to you in a cool, casual manner. Topper could get a girl. He’s the nicer one. He’s the gentleman who isn’t afraid to admit to his feelings. A girl like you should be with him, but no. You’re his. If you had a brain, you’d reject him.

“Ain’t no way she’s falling for that,” Kelce said, shaking his head. “Pogue girls like directness.”

“YN’s not your average Pogue.”

“Bullshit.”

“Look at her,” he gestured at you. “YN…YN doesn’t act like them. She has goals, aspirations. She isn’t going to be stuck in The Cut like the rest of them. She’s going to, you know, be something someday…you know, if you take a second to really look at her.”

He knew all about your plans: finish college, get your business degree, and start your own business. Boating, you’d told him. You loved going out on the water early in the morning, whether it be on your dad’s small boat or surfing. He never took you for a surfer until he’d seen you out on the waves with JJ, John B and Pope. Rafe saw how at home you were on the water. He watched you ride waves like a bird gliding through the air. He didn’t think he’d see you any happier than in that moment. You wanted to open your own shop, give out lessons on weekends and live out on the beach. As much as he teased you about it, Rafe knew you wouldn’t be satisfied being a rich housewife. No matter how much money you had, you’d likely live in The Cut forever. Rafe wondered if you’d trade that to be with him. Like Persephone, you could spend a portion of time in The Cut, and the other part in Figure Eight with him. He’d let you have both. As long as you came back to him, he didn’t care.

“Um, okay?”

“Just pointing out a fact.”

“Good to know,” Kelce nodded. “Gives me something to open up with before, you know, she opens up,” he nudged Rafe and chuckled.

He wanted to kill him.

“Oh-ho, got rejected, Top?” Kelce said as Topper came back to them, defeated.

“Yeah,” he sighed, draining his drink. He looked at Rafe, “She shot me down before I could even suggest anything. Sarah being there didn’t help my chances either.”

“Told you,” he replied, trying not to grin. If you rejected Topper, you’ll reject Kelce too.

“My turn,” Kelce said, fixing his jacket, “Let me show you how a real player plays.”

Rafe and Topper watched him strut towards you. One look at him, and you instantly said, “No.” This caused both boys to laugh as Kelce turned back around to them.

“Damn, you really showed us how it’s done, huh?” Topper laughed.

“Whatever,” Kelce huffed, “She’s not even that hot. I can get hotter girls that aren’t trashy Pogues. If your sister was the Kook Princess, then YN’s the Pogue Princess.”

“Hmph, right.”

“Well,” Rafe took the money off the bar top, “Thanks, boys. It was fun watching you both suffer the same pain I do every time she shoots me down.”

“Bitch probably got herpes or something,” Kelce huffed. “You know those girls from The Cut…”

Rafe blocked out the rest, pulling out his phone while the other two were distracted. He saw a message from you.

‘Care to explain what your friends were up to?’

‘They wanted to see which one of them could pull you.’

‘A colossal waste of effort and money, if you ask me. How about you come over and show them how it’s done, big guy?’

‘What happened to ignoring each other?’

‘I mean, it WOULD look weird if you didn’t come up to me at least once.’

He gazed up from his phone to you, seeing you go back to easy conversation with Sarah. JJ stopped by the table, playing pretend not knowing them as simply being a server. Always the comedian. He made you laugh so easily. Rafe hated the jealousy that burned in his chest.

‘Rock, Paper, Scissors. I draw scissors on three, and you draw paper,’ he hastily texted back before finishing his second drink. Seeing him smooth back his hair, Topper spoke up first.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m going to shoot my shot,” he answered, already walking to you. “Millionth time’s the charm.”

As if your body sensed him before anything else, you looked over to him while mid-laugh. Bright and joyful, he’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Sarah said Hades abducted Persephone from a meadow of flowers. He’d become so overwhelmed with love for her, he had to have her for himself. He defied Zeus’s command to return the young goddess to her mother, Demeter, goddess of the harvest for her. He tricked her into eating the seeds to bind her because he’d rather trap her than let her go. She fell for him eventually, in some versions.

“Ugh, what is it, Rafe?” You asked at the end of a laugh, smiling at him.

“Are you lost, Rafe?” John B asked from across the circular table, already in defense mode.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I’m exactly where I want to be.” He turned back to you, coming closer before JJ stepped in between you both.

“What do you want?”

“A dance with the most stunning woman here,” he looked over at you.

“She doesn’t want to dance with you,” he answered, blue eyes staring at him coldly.

“I think the lady can speak for herself, Waiter,” he fixed JJ’s vest and said, “How about you run off and get her another cranberry vodka, hm? Cran-apple. That’s her favorite.”

“Rafe, stop being a creep for like one night,” said Sarah.

“Guys, it’s okay.” You reached JJ, and put your hand on his arm. “JJ, it’s okay.” When JJ backed off, you stepped up to him. A light flowery scent came off you that turned him into a magnet forcing itself to resist you. “What is it, Rafe?”

“You look beautiful, YN,” he said earnestly, forgetting the group watching nearby.

“Thank you. What do you want?”

“Like I said: a dance.”

“Why would I want to dance with you?”

“Well, firstly, I took lessons when I was a kid so I like to think I’m a decent dancer,” he shrugged, “And also because I personally think a woman as gorgeous as you should be on the dance floor, not on the sideline being a little wallflower.”

He saw a hint of a smile come through your mouth’s upturned corner. “I’m sorry, Rafe, but I am politely declining your request for a dance.”

“Not even just one?”

“Nope.”

“One little dance won’t kill anyone,” he reasoned. “If you hate my dancing, you’re free to abandon me on the floor.”

“I don’t dance.”

“Yeah, you do,” he smiled, hands in his pockets.

“She said ‘no’, Rafe,” said Kie with disgust in her voice. “Haven’t you heard ‘no means no’?”

“Rock, Paper, Scissors,” he told you, ignoring her. “You win, I ignore you for the night. I win, you dance with me.”

“Ignore me forever,” you upped the bet.

“Ooof,” he huffed, “No chance, gorgeous. You’d end up killing me, and I don’t think you want my death on your conscience.”

“I’d learn to cope with it. You know, with therapy and booze.”

He laughed softly, “How about it, YN?” He put out his hand in a fist, “Best two out of three.”

“Two out of three.”

“You’re not seriously entertaining this guy, are you?” JJ asked, incredulously.

“Shoot on three,” you declared.

“Deal.”

You counted to three, and you stuck out rock and he stuck out rock. You counted to three a second time, and you shot out paper and he put down scissors. Your friends groaned at the brief loss, and Rafe’s body bubbled with anticipation of the third draw. You put down rock, and he put down paper.

“Paper beats rock,” he smiled triumphantly over your huffy pout. “Come on, beautiful. They’re playing a slow one too.”

You gave your friends a cringing face before turning away from them. On the dance floor, people started pairing up as a slow pop song came on. Rafe could not place the song, but clearly you did since you instantly started singing under your breath. It was another habit he loved.

“I love hearing you sing, you know that,” he said, one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. He led you into a slow waltz, mostly shifting from side to side to avoid stepping on each other’s feet.

“Then you’re tone deaf because my singing is terrible,” you replied, trying not to smile though he could still see it.

“It’s not that bad,” he insisted. “Then again, I probably only like it because it’s you.”

You hesitated, “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Don’t say stuff like that.”

“Why?”

“Because…” you looked away from him, and he saw a hint of sadness in your eyes, “We both know why you actually say it.”

“YN,” he cupped your cheek and the softness of your skin nearly made him melt, “Did you ever have a Greek myth phase growing up?”

The question caught you off guard, “Huh?”

“Sarah had one and she was so fucking annoying about it,” he began. “She liked going around comparing people to Greek gods all the time like it was some personality test.”

“Um, cool? I never did that, but I did have my Greek phase.”

“Well, she liked telling me that I reminded her of Hades.”

“Hades? Really?” You said, brow furrowed.

“Oh, you don’t agree with that comparison?”

“No. You’re more of a Dionysus than a Hades.”

“Why? Because I drink all the time?”

“That and you party and have sex all the time too,” you said. “He was also the god of madness and wild frenzies.”

You both let that hang in the air. Rafe forgot the few times you’d seen him lose control. He always felt embarrassed right after it passed, but you never made him feel ashamed or invalidated them. You listened. Your compassionate heart soothed the demons living in his head.

“But, okay, so Hades,” you said, urging him to continue.

“Yeah, she liked to say that because-I don’t know-it was an easy choice and she was a dumb kid, whatever” he guessed. “I used to be bummed out because, like, who wants to be associated with the bad guy, right? But, Hades wasn’t really a bad guy. He was just doing his job as king, and that sometimes came with making hard decisions. He had to know what punishment fit what crime, and which parts of the underworld people went to. Zeus was king of the gods and the living, but Hades was king of the underworld. He was like, on the same level as Zeus since he was just as important-”

“-Well, look at you,” you smiled in surprise, “Rafe Cameron is actually a well read guy.”

“I got curious about it, I guess. Anyways, Zeus has Hera, right? His wife who he was always cheating on, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hades had Persephone,” he let his voice drop a bit lower, cupping your chin gently. “Goddess of spring, who he fell madly in love with. Their story is that she was in a meadow picking flowers one day-”

“-When he kidnapped her-” you interrupted pointedly.

“-When he swept her away to the underworld to make her his wife,” Rafe corrected. “Her mom eventually gets wind of this and tells Zeus to tell Hades to give her daughter back. Zeus is like ‘woah, this woman’s not producing the harvest so people on earth are dying! I should probably make Hades give her daughter back’. He sends Hermes to give the message, and Hades is like ‘that’s cool. You want her back? No problem’, right? Well, I don’t know about you, but when I want to keep something,” he puts both his arms around your waist now, bringing you closer, “I do what I can to keep it.”

“Rafe, people are-”

“-There’s a part of the story where people believed eating anything in the underworld bound you to it,” he continued, unable to look away from you, “So, Hades tricked Persephone into eating six pomegranate seeds. Each seed represented a month that she’d have to spend in the underworld. That meant for six months out of the year, she could go home, and the other half, she’d be with him.”

“Are you trying to compare us to Hades and Persephone, Rafe?”

“Do you agree with it?”

“Not really,” you scrunch your face and shake your head. “Hades is cool and everything, but it’s such an obvious and easy analogy.”

“Alright then, smarty-pants, if you had to pick a pair, who would you pick?”

“Dionysus and his wife, Ariadne.”

“Who?”

You giggled, “She was a Cretian princess who helped Theseus kill the Minotaur, and she ran away with him after on his ship. There’s like a whole bunch of different versions of her myth because Greeks told these stories orally, not on paper. But, yeah, there’s the version that Dionysus found her sleeping after Theseus abandons her on an island,” you gazed over his face, a softness coming over your eyes, “And he fell in love with her. When she woke up, he declared her as his wife.”

“Eh, Hades and Persephone are better, so we’re sticking with that,” he waved this off.

The slow song soon ended, and a more upbeat one started playing. He expected you to pull away, pretend to be fed up with him, and walk away. However, you both stayed glued together still slow dancing.

“Still boring.”

“I have your nudes, young lady, so you better agree with me,” he warned.

“Hm, do you think Hades had her nudes and waved them over her head whenever they disagreed?” you bantered back.

“No, but I bet he might have.”

“From what I remember, Her Highness was a lot meaner than her husband, so maybe it was his nudes that were getting waved around.” You then gave a mock gasp, “Is that why I never get dick pics from you?”

“Why send pictures when you can see the real thing whenever you want?” he questioned, desperate to kiss you. He took in the shape and fullness of your lips, spotting the natural shade of lipstick you’d chosen. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Rafe,” you warned him softly, turning your face and feigning disgust, “They’re still watching us.”

“So? What do they think I’m going to do to you?”

“What you did to me on the golf course.”

He hesitated, unable to find a retort. “Did you…”

“Yes,” you assured him. “I definitely did. But, my friends…like, they wouldn’t get it. To them, you’re the Kook Prince whose a total psycho asshole.”

“Ouch,” he said, pretending to be wounded.

“Oh, it’s not like you haven’t given them reasons to not think that,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re the bad guy. I’m not supposed to like the bad guy. I’m supposed to like guys like JJ who are nice and funny and-”

“-But you don’t want that,” he said confidently.

“JJ is sweet and everything, but I don’t see him that way. He’s like a little brother to me,” you admitted. His heart leapt at this news. “My friends wouldn’t understand. I…” your fingers gripped his shoulder and you looked away in shame. “They’re the only friends I have. I don’t want to lose them because they found out about us.”

“You could tell them that I blackmailed you into sleeping with me,” he said, “Since that is why this even started. It just happened to be that we both…you know…make a good match…in bed, I mean,” he added the last words quickly. “I’ll continue being the asshole they hate, and you’ll be absolved of any guilt.” He noticed his own gang still near the corner of the dance floor, occasionally glancing over at you two. His eyes met Topper’s, and he realized he’d been caught. “My friends wouldn’t get it either,” he said, turning back to you.

“So, we should stop dancing then.”

“Yeah.”

He kept holding you, dancing in one spot side to side. “Then let me go,” you said.

“You let go first.”

Neither of you did. Rafe kept looking into your eyes, admiring the color and shape of them like always. “You can let go at any time, YN,” he said with a small grin, “They expect you to whenever I get close to you like this.”

You took shallow breaths, looking down at his lips for a moment. “One more dance wouldn’t hurt,” you suggested. “I am enjoying myself with you, Mr. Cameron. I don’t want it to end so soon.”

“Then I’m glad, Ms. YLN,” he grinned, happiness blooming in his chest. “Now, what is this whole thing about Dionysus and his wife?”

You spent the next few songs talking about different myths. Rafe could listen to you go on for hours about anything. The sound of your voice calmed the anger constantly settled under the surface. He held you close, hands on your lower back, and wished he’d give in and kiss you. The watchful eyes of both friend groups started irking him the longer you two danced. The idea of going ahead and doing it came to him when you laughed at a joke of his. He shouldn’t feel ashamed to love you, Pogue or not. He didn’t, but if that were true, why did he hide it? He downplayed his interest in you as lust; he never made it known that he wanted more from you. To do that would raise eyebrows and disapproval. Rafe needed public approval if he wanted to get anywhere in life. Kooks with good connections might look down on him for dating a Pogue from The Cut. It’d make it harder to convince them that he’s good to do business with. Being a Cameron only did a fraction of the job. Rafe had goals he wished to achieve, and if people started looking down on him, it’d make things harder. As ridiculous as that sounded, he knew it was true.

But, how can he stop his heart from leaping whenever he sees you? How can he dim the world’s vibrant colors when you are around? If he could not have you, where would he turn when his temper took a hold of him? Rafe brushed his thumb across your jawline, cupping your chin to make you look at him. Your beauty was only one aspect he adored. Hades and Dionysus admired their wives’ beauty, but did they like anything else?

“Rafe,” your soft, sweet voice cut through his sentimental thoughts, “What’re you doing?”

“Just want to get a good look at you,” he excused, letting you go.

You smiled, and he died inside. “You’re not too bad looking either, you know,” you said, doing the same to him for a moment. “You have that bad boy who gets away with stuff because he’s hot vibe.”

"Bad boy, huh?”

“Yeah. I mean, you got this cocky attitude that you tote around everywhere. You ride a motorcycle that you bought with money that wasn’t really yours. You deal and do drugs. You pick fights with people just for an excuse to punch someone,” you listed as you straightened his bowtie. “You aren’t afraid to speak up or confront people who piss you off. You’re the snobby rich bad boy and it’s lowkey hot,” you laughed.

“If we’re playing this game, then you’re the neighborhood sweetheart that girls want to be friends with and guys want to fuck,” he said, fingers trailing the lower part of your spine. “You have wholesome hobbies like baking or gardening. You like pop music, pastel colors and cute things. You want to help people, and taking care of them is second nature to you.”

“Ah, so you do notice more than how I look when I’m under you,” you pointed out with flirty eyes.

God, how did this look to your friends? You’d both danced through four songs now, not unsticking for a single second. He should let you go after this song. He glanced at the bar and didn’t see the guys anymore. They’d moved somewhere inside, most likely, still drinking and talking. He could always tell them he just hooked up with you, finally getting what he wanted out of you. It did not have to be romantic. From your reaction to the necklace, you didn’t feel the same as him. You might like him, and enjoy your time together, but real love? He doubted it.

Is that what he was feeling?

“I’ve always noticed you,” he said, pushing a hair behind your ear. “You just never took notice of me until I had you pinned to a tree near the golf course.”

“Because I never took you seriously.”

“You still don’t.”

The hurt stayed in his voice even when he tried pushing it out. You caught it right away, and the playfulness died out. This made him finally break from you, anxiously pushing hair from his face. He caught a glimpse of the necklace you wore tonight. The pink rose charm clashed with your orange and red dress, but you’d worn it anyway. This still meant nothing. You probably had nothing nice to wear with the dress, so you’d kept it on.

“Rafe,” you reached out and he stepped away.

“I should go,” he responded. “We’ve danced enough. People are gonna start talking.”

“Rafe, don’t go.”

“See you later. I’ll…Yeah…”

He walked away before you touched him again. If those pretty hands landed on him, he’d fold and he can’t fold. Real men didn’t fold to women like this. Men were in control in relationships. They handled business. That’s what Rafe always did. He took care of business; he made things move and shake. He isn’t supposed to let a Pogue take over him like this. He shouldn’t like you at all, by Kook standards.

“Hey Rafe,” a slender blond came up to him as he went up the steps inside. He only vaguely remembered her. A party? The club? It didn’t matter. “Some of us are going to Caleb’s place after. Do you want to come? You always bring the best favors.” He caught the flirty glint in her eyes.

“Nah, not tonight.”

Not when he had you in his head. He passed her and her friends, and went back inside. The gram in his pocket suddenly weighed a ton, pressed to his thigh and made itself known. Rafe ignored Topper as he walked towards the bathroom. He couldn’t believe he let you ruin him this way. You, with your sweet eyes and pretty lips. You, who broke down every wall he had just by existing at his side. You brought out a side of him that he kept buried deep in his chest. Real men didn’t spiral like this. They kept their shit together. His dad always told him this. He’d tell him to ‘man up’ if he saw Rafe right now.

Walking into the nearest stall, Rafe rifled around in his pocket for the baggie of white powder he’d carried. He dumped a small amount on the toilet tank, held down a nostril and quickly snorted the line with a rolled up bill. The drug burned the nasal passage, being bitter going down, causing him to rub his nose. He’d hoped to take some with you, but he supposed not. He’d snort the entire bag if it meant he forgot you for a while. He’d do anything to kill the heartbreak that came with every memory of that necklace. He’d let the burn pass before doing a second line. That was when his phone went off in his pocket.

‘Everything good, bro?’ Topper texted him.

‘All good.’

Topper won’t believe him, but won’t say anything either. Rafe often said Topper was soft and a pussy, but he was the nicest and most understanding of his friends. He sometimes wondered who was the oldest: him or Topper? His phone went off again as he leaned against the wall.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He didn’t answer you. Rafe sat on the toilet, letting the drug slowly seep into his bloodstream and give him the high speed, euphoric feeling that only your body gave him. Lord, your body. Your beautiful, soft body that made men everywhere stop and stare. Going through his phone, he found the collection of Twitter and OnlyFans screenshots he’d taken of you. In some you’re wearing lingerie or a bit of clothing, but other times you showed off everything. Rafe had a hard time believing he’d gotten to be inside you. He got to feel your tight walls clench whenever he did something you liked. He’d hear your pathetic whines each time he teased or spanked you. He stopped at one photo of your ass, bare with the words ‘insert here’ on your cheeks. Rafe loved spanking you. He loved the sounds you made and how the doughy curves rippled against his hand. He’d occasionally bend you over to land a few slaps to your tight, wet pussy right after. This always got the best results. You’d squirm and tell him to stop, but he’d keep going until your thighs shook.

“I’m on the patio farthest from the club,” you texted him again, adding a photo of the dimly lit covered patio at the end of a dock.

He knew the place well. It’d be secluded and dark. The perfect place to take advantage of that lovely body and those tight holes. Cocaine fueling him, he put his phone away and left the bathroom, starting for the patio area. He already saw himself lifting up that dress and shoving himself inside you, willing or not. If you won’t take his heart, you’ll take his dick instead. It’s not as if you’d say ‘no’ to it. It’s all you wanted from him, so who was he to keep it from you?

The cold night air blew past him as he made his way to the dock area. People usually hung out there during the day, enjoying the marina of boats passing by them. Rafe brought a girl or two there in his time. A good hook up spot, nobody liked the cold ocean air or being in near darkness so late at night. His blood pumped down to his cock once he caught sight of your silhouette against the railing lights. You were his. You’d always be his. As long as he had those videos and photos, he owned you. You had no choice but to let him have you.

“Rafe,” you turned to him when you heard his footsteps, “Listen, I’m sorry if I-”

“-Shut the fuck up,” he grunted, pinning you to a column.

Your lips crashed together in a bruising kiss. The yearning mixed with the coke, making him harder faster. Your hands touched on his shoulders for support, both holding onto him and trying to push him away. Judging by how you barely put in any effort, he knew you wanted this. If you really didn’t, you’d knee him in the groin right now. Grabbing your arms, he threw you onto a nearby couch and immediately mounted you. His lips attacked the base of your throat, sucking and biting the tender flesh. Your soft whimpers of pain stiffened his erection, the tip starting to push on his zipper uncomfortably. He’d hurt you tonight. He’d hurt you in the way you hurt him. Haphazardly grinding into your sex, Rafe cupped your breasts through your dress and bra. He kissed further down to them, about to hook his fingers on the neckline before you stopped him.

“Cherry, cherry,” you huffed quickly, hands on his. He forced himself to stop and look at you, “Don’t rip it. It’s the nicest thing I own,” you said breathlessly, “Please.”

“Fine.”

He settled for lifting the skirt to your waist and grabbing your ass. Rafe groaned into your cleavage when the two cheeks filled his hands. Your underwear, cotton and likely some pretty pastel color, became a thin barrier between him and your skin. You whined in his ear when he rolled them around, spreading and pushing your panties in between them. He kissed across both tits, giving more love bites. He didn’t care if people could see them or not after this. He’d know they were there, and you’d remember that you’re his. Love him. Don’t love him. You’re his property. He’s the man and you’re his bitch. You pulled down the top half of your dress, revealing your cotton bra and he instantly started kissing your nipples through them. Your arousal and the night air hardened them, leaving small goosebumps on the smooth mounds.

“Rafe,” you moaned in his ear, hips moving up into him to feel his bulge, “Oh god, Rafe.”

“I said ‘shut the fuck up’,” he said, a bit more harshly the normal. “You speak when I tell you to,” he broke away just to smack your cheek. “Got it, bitch?” He backhanded your other cheek, “Got it?”

“I got it,” you whimpered.

He lifted your legs to his waist, and tugged your panties to the side. He caught a hint of wetness already slickening the lips and your hard clit. Your back arched when the tip of his middle finger grazed over it. Slut. You got wet so easily. You never refused or truly fought back when he started in on you. You’d spread your legs and take him because that’s all you wanted. You didn’t want anything serious because of your stupid, pathetic friends. Who cares if they don’t want you after? You had him. You only needed him at the end of the day. He could give you things nobody else can. He does things to you that they can’t. Why would you not want him? Why couldn’t you just love him how he loves you? He gave your pussy a few hard slaps, smiling when you twitched at the stinging smacks. They came sharp and direct, your wetness leaving spots on his fingers. He wished he could see it properly. The small fluorescent lights on top of the railings left very little visibility. Still, that didn't stop him from getting to taste you. Groaning, he buried his face in your swelling cunt. His tongue quickly lashed at your clit until you squirmed around under him.

“Stay still,” he ordered, spanking your pussy hard.

Pulling each side, Rafe focused directly on your entrance now. It fluttered around the tip of his tongue, trying to pull him in for more. He denied you this and licked a long stripe up to your clit again. The sweetness with its hint of a tang became the only thing he craved. He sucked the remnants that dripped from you, groaning at your taste and warmth. How could you not want him when he does this for you? He loved doing this for you. Your faint whimpers and lustful moans were music to him, causing him to go further just to hear more. He moaned when your essence filled his mouth, obscenely sucking up whatever he could while feeling your trembling thighs. When he finally pulled away, it was with restraint. He started hurriedly undoing his belt and fly.

“Rafe!”

He spat on your soaked pussy, and instantly went inside. A hand keeping you pinned by your neck, he didn’t bother measuring his control. Feral grunting and miserable whining broke through the silent night. Your pussy accepted him without a fuss, clamping and wetting his length in every stroke. Pleasure pulsed through him like a drug, especially with your juices shining his lips and chin still. It took over completely, and he focused on nothing but feeling you shudder around him. He stared down at you underneath him, the back of the couch keeping you in half shadows. Beautiful. Even with tears starting to glaze your eyes, lips parted in mixes of moans and cries, he found you beautiful.

“What’s the matter, YN?” he grunted, shoving into your cunt hard when you started clutching at his hand. “Can’t breathe?”

You shook your head, and he loosened his grip. Last thing he wanted was to truly hurt you. No matter how much you hurt him. The sanity in him spoke as he buried himself in you again. How could you love him when he’s forcing you to be with him like this? Surely, Persephone didn't appreciate being trapped in the underworld. Though, she eventually fell for her captor. You'd love him soon, right? You had to. You were connected to each other, even if you didn't know it yet. Every time he saw you, every time he touched you, he became more convinced you're fated to be. He never felt this for anyone else; it felt amazing. When he held you, he didn't feel like a monster. He was human.

He nearly came to your gasping breaths. Rafe imagined the slight pain he must be giving you, and moaned into your neck. He’ll admit he liked hurting you. He liked having that power over you; he got off just knowing he brought you both pain and pleasure. Not too much, but enough that you both found enjoyment in it.

“No, no,” he croaked, feeling your body tremble. “You’re not cumming before me,” he stopped choking you and reached for your hair, not caring if he ruined the delicately placed flowers. “This is for me, not you. You want to be a bitch and not want me, then you’re not getting anything.”

“Rafe…”

“Did I say you could talk?”

“No.”

“Then shut up,” he gave a few hard thrusts, “I’m not saying it again.”

The moment he felt you starting to hit the edge, he withdrew. As much as it pained him to do it, he would not let you be satisfied so easily. When you came down, he went right back inside. Several long strokes had his cock dragging against your walls. That familiar tightness that built in him started flourishing as he grew closer to climax. He lost control of himself, keeping you down against the creaking wicker wood couch and pumping your pussy. His beautiful Persephone. His goddess of spring and flowers. The lovely maiden whom he ruined with his cock and mouth was powerless to stop him from finishing inside her. Every pulse sprayed more white strings, his moans muffled by the cushion underneath you in each push. As his cock kept twitching, he felt your fingers scratching the back of his jacket.

“On top,” he panted, instantly maneuvering to get you in his lap. “Go,” he smacked your ass when you did not immediately start bouncing, “I’m not helping you. You’re working that out yourself tonight.”

He pushed your dress forward to see you in his lap. Hands on his knees, you started riding him. Full cheeks slamming onto him, Rafe took hold and spread them. Your tightest hole looked good tonight. Particularly good. Bending forward, you let him see more of you as you moaned in the air. He’d pulled out his phone just to shine a light on you. His cock glistening with your combined fluids, the whole thing disappeared in your pussy every time you met. Rafe gave one cheek a hard smack, no longer caring if someone heard you both. Let them find you this way, moaning and riding him like this. Then they’d all know you’re his. He started getting hard again when you let out fake sobs, though still rode him at the same speed. Your hole squeezed his sensitive shaft and head, the entrance jacking off his tip in shallow moves. It sent small bouts of pain that tingled inside him, though he didn't make you stop. When you stopped, taking a short break from your ride, he spanked both cheeks.

“Don’t you want to cum?” he asked, grabbing one of them for a small shake. “I thought you wanted to cum.”

“Please, Rafe. Stop. I-I won’t sa-say anything!”

“Is it because you want me in here instead?” He spread leftover cum to your tight ass hole, pushing his thumb there and earning a low whine.

“No!”

“I think you do,” he teased, pumping his thumb in and out. “Fuck, it just sucks me in every time I fill it.”

“Rafe, please! Don’t put it there, it'll hurt!”

“So?” He removed his thumb and stuck his index finger, groaning watching your hole stretch around the single digit. Your sex squeezed him when he did this, and you shifted around. “It’s supposed to feel good for me, not you.”

“Rafe, not there. Not there.”

He knew better than to do anything like that somewhere uncomfortable for you. He'd never go in raw like that, preferring to prepare you properly for it.

“I guess,” he sighed disappointedly, “Your pussy is going to have to do it for now. Keep going, and try to actually cum. I don’t have all night to…to wait on you.”

But you knew he would. He felt himself growing harder as you started working him again, still fake crying. When you started quaking, Rafe put down the phone to hold your hips. He gave support and subtly pushed up to that g-spot driving you crazy. His favorite moment finally came when your moans became restrained whines through gritted teeth and your grip on his knees tightened. He watched you shake as your orgasm hit you. Unable to control himself, he pulled you back to his chest, hand over your mouth, and began pushing into you fully. The heat coming down over his cock made him moan in your ear.

“Fucking finally,” he gruffed as you came down from your high, trembling in his arms. “Took you long enough.”

He started cleaning up as best he could before pulling his pants back up. You fixed yourself up, a small smile on your face now that it was over. He held up a light as you redid the baby flowers in your hair, and fixed your lipstick. You looked prettiest when he was finished with you. He knew you couldn't go back looking disheveled, though imagining it didn't hurt.

“How was it?” he asked, softly pecking your lips when you finished.

“Unexpected,” you answered, “But so good. I love it when you’re mean to me.”

“I know,” he replied. He took a moment to kiss you deeply, his love for you blossoming once again. “That's why I do it.”

You stayed on the couch for a while, kissing in your embrace. The inevitable question came up halfway through.

“Why did you leave?”

Rafe placed several small kisses to your lips. He didn’t say anything. The drugs and the bliss started wearing off, and the real him came back. He only looked down at you.

“Rafe?”

Had Hades hesitated when Persephone confronted him? Did Dionysus show reluctance when he came upon Ariadne? Rafe kissed you again, enjoying the weight of you on top of him on the couch.

“Got tired of dancing,” he said, rubbing his nose briefly, not looking at you.

You studied him in the lowlights of the small space. He hated it when you did this. He felt as if you read his soul like a book. Only you, his father and Topper seemed to have this ability.

“You know,” you said carefully, “I really love my necklace.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I really like wearing it even if it doesn’t match my outfit.”

“Alright.”

“It makes me feel closer to you,” you shuffled further up to him, hand on his chest and face inches from his. “It reminds me of you whenever I touch it or look at it in mirrors.”

“It’s supposed to.”

“It makes me happy to wear it, whether you’re around or not.”

He stared down at you on his chest. Rafe didn’t know what to think of your words. Yes, he heard the meaning behind them, but did you mean them?

He really hoped you did.

“We should get going,” he said, delicately moving to signal this. “People are gonna ask where we went.”

You slid off him and back onto the couch. You kept your eyes on him still, and he avoided your gaze. At least you really did like your necklace. He hoped you might when he'd bought it. You said you thought of him wearing it.

“My friends aren't dumb,” you said, “They're going to know we at least hooked up.”

So would his. They'll expect a wild story of outdoor sex and how he made you scream in pleasure. No.

“You can tell them I was nothing but a gentleman,” he finally replied. “I mean, there's nothing to prove otherwise and…”

‘Who the fuck are they to say anything?”

“Sarah’s dating John B,” he pointed out, helping you up off the couch. “Nobody cares about them.”

“It's different. Sarah's not…She's not you.”

“She was a Kook once. They couldn't have been okay with it at first.”

You looked up at him. Those lovely eyes stared right through him. You seemed to come to a conclusion right there.

“Can I get a night to think about it?” you asked him with a small wince.

He knew how you felt. It'd change so many things.

“Sure. Take as long as you need,” he said, bringing you to his chest. “Then can I have one more kiss before we go back?”

You answered by kissing him first. This kiss differed from the ones before it. He sensed a deeper meaning in every smack of the lips. The two of you came together like flowers on vines. Your back arched at his hands on your spine, and he leaned in for more. He didn’t want to let go of you right away. Why should he?

You're his Persephone.

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A/N: geeze, I wonder how long these two can stop being so obvious and just let people know??? hope you guys liked this one! thanks for reading!

#outer banks #drew starkey #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks rafe #outer banks smut #rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe x reader #reader x rafe #obx rafe #obx rafe camern #drew starkey fanfictin #drew starkey fanfic

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rnakamura22 · 2 years ago

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When they heard that you found your way home

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Prefect is female! Yandere vibes! Her name is Yu!

Malleus　Dragonia

Oh, Don't mind the sky getting pitch-black and thunder striking down rapidly! What? Flying classes got canceled? You saw Jack and Epel were totally soaked? Where are you even looking? Another man? That’s unacceptable!

You’re his first friend and crush! To him, you are like the first sunshine of spring! A beautiful blue butterfly in the meadow flying above the flowers! A gem more precious than any treasure he has! And now you’re just dumping him? Nuh-uh. Ain’t gonna happen! He’s one of the most powerful magicians in the world, so it takes no more than a flip of his hand to crush any form of way back home. He could lock you up in his room, mess with your body, destroy any form of mirror, etc. Hey, this was gonna happen one way or another since he already decided for the future Queen of the valley long ago(AKA when he met you).While he locks you up in his Diasomnia room, he could happily come and discuss the wedding plans. He already decided on the crown by the way, but he made a promise to discuss the dress colors with you since taking your opinion into account is necessary. Lila would be teary eyed of Malleus’s growth. You have no choice to accept your fate since even if you escape, he will come searching for you. After all, can a mere human win against a loving dragon?

Lilia Vanrouge

This 700 year old vampire fairy has more knowledge and experience than any of the villains. He thought his love ended with Malleus’s mom. But then, you came along. A cute little innocent human who only lived about a little percentage of his life! You are like a baby! You’re too young to survive out there! What if your way back home never worked! What if some thing got messed up? No, you need to be in the world safe and sound! He will protect you! He still has feelings about the age gap though. I mean, what happens in family day at school with your future children? Well, not to worry! As for making you stay, just break a few mirrors or take out any bad memories! He needs to look out for his juniors after all! He won’t break you, but he will punish you if you disobey. Fairies are possessive. Blame your own luck for shooting the heart of the vampire fairy.

Rook Hunt

At first, he seems happy for you! A lost deer should run back to her herd as quick as possible. But you forgot he’s a hunter. And a skilled hunter like him NEVER fails.

He casts his unique magic on you as you are about to leave. A part of him wishes for your happiness, but he couldn’t help it. A large part of him couldn’t forgive you. The most valuable prey were about to outrun him. He could never accept that. His magic will find you. Wherever you go, however you try to escape, the chase continues. Until you give up your world and return with him, they would be absolutely no peace.

Epel Felmier

(Anyone else love peel’s smug VILLAN faces from the ghost bride?)

Epel acts happy but inside, he’s devastated. He wanted to visit his home village again just the two of you. He knows he’s got competition when it came to you, and it was all for nothing. Well, he ain’t admitting that, that’s for sure.

From that day on, with the help of Vill and Rook, he creates a special gift for you. An apple red as the roses. A glittering poison apple just like the Beautiful Queen of his dorm created. To trap you, his one and only Snow White. He still wants to have fun with you and the first years. He wants to graduate with you. You gave him courage, and made him happy. He wants to return you with his own thankful emotions. #Yeah, Right.

On the day you were going to leave, he comes up to you and thanks you, than he says the magic words.

“Prefect…I want to give you something. Please have a bite. It’s a special apple I picked. It’s the most delicious apple I harvested and the most beautiful one! I cared for it so much!”

Epel now understands what Vil said for so long. His cuteness can become a weapon. Look at your eyes! You melt for his cuteness, and bites the apple without thinking twice, I mean, who can resist his cuteness. Instantly, you fall unconscious.

“Whoah!? That was close… but now you can be with us forever Yu! Snow White won’t hold a candle to you…. Let’s graduate together Ok? And we can be together forever…”

He’s a poisoned apple, what would you except? As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving.

Sebek Zigvolt

Ah, he says like 90% of the time about how fairies are better than humans, but for you, it’s an exception. He might not show it, but he cares a lot about you. He’s a tsundere after all.(No, you cannnot tell me otherwise) But he blames you for dumping him and making him feel bad.(AKA you two are not dating)

“This is your own fault human, you made me fall to your schemes and now you’re throwing it all away? Unacceptable!”

He may not show it, but he enjoyed school life with you and the other humans of his grade. He wants to live with you at the valley of Thorns. But your comment of going back to your world snaps something.

Better run away because lightning bolts are coming down in 10 seconds to smash that mirror. He will not let you go. And is you disobey…say goodbye to your eardrums and your freedom.

Silver

(Anyone else love this Silver’s face? I believe Silver can be a villain too, you won’t change my mind)

He is SHOCKED with a capital S. He’s a human, but raised by Lilia and fairies so he has fairy values and they may be SLIGHTLY different from humans especially about love.

He wants to be with you after graduation. He already planned a few preparations so you won’t be getting away.

Before you go, he casts his unique magic on you to appear in your dreams as a dashing prince. Saving you, chasing you, maybe choking you a little bit. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Convincing that your world is horrible and terrible, and you should come back to Twisted Wonderland and live with him. Silver is a prince, and you are his princess. To him, the bad witch is your world. After all, he needs to defeat the bad witch to save his one and only princess. Than he can live happily ever after.

#yandere twisted wonderland #malleus x reader #female reader #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #lilia x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #epel felmier #epel x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #yandere silver x reader twst

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natailiatulls07 · 2 years ago

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part two to lemon sherbets!! it was so so cute!!

Lemon Sherbet Pt.2

Mafia!Lando Norris x female!reader

Summary - He did it, Lando Norris did it. He managed to get her to marry him

Warning - swearing, Mafia??

A/n - This is also inspired by a scene from Legend (2015) <3

Lando had her. With much fight, Lando managed to be vulnerable for Y/n. He showed his gentle side, he always did. And in amongst Landos chaotic and dangerous lifestyle, the gangster proposed.

Today, a bright and colourful spring day, was the eagerly anticipated wedding day. Close family, friends and gangsters gathered in the small church. All dressed in the requested colourful dress code, but one.

The mother of the bride, M/n L/n was dressed head to toe in black. It was like she was attending a funeral. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

A black McLaren pulled into the small car park, Lando Norris emerging in a smart and slick suit. His usual.

Whispers were heard. Everyone immediately noticing the infamous gangster. “Look it’s Lando…”

The curly hair gangsters eyes flickered around, well aware of his surroundings. Until his eyes stopped, stopped on the mother of the bride. The only person dressed in black.

Max Fewtrell, his bestfriend, immediately walked up to Lando when he saw how his face turned to a scowl. “All right, all right”

Eyebrows frowned, Lando just stared at M/n who stared back. “She’s wearing black” He only wanted today to be perfect for Y/n and her own mother was ruining that.

“Yeah, I know I know…” All Max was doing to calm down his bestfriend, not wanting to cause a scene. “She read it wrong, hasn’t she? She thought it was a fucking funeral”

Max had grown to like his bestfriends lover, was very friendly. “Wearing black, that fucking bitch” Lando muttered, fighting off his ongoing anger.

“Don’t drive yourself mad” Lando turned from his bestfriend to look at M/n again. Still staring down at him, she had unimpressed look.

Never did she want this relationship. Always telling Y/n that he would just use her for her beauty.

Max muttered. “Wait until you see the daughter” He knew how Y/n calmed Lando down. “She looks unbelievable in white…” And he was hoping this would do just that.

The guests and the Mafia boss gathered in the chapel. Lando and Max stood at the alter, looking down the aisle. “What do you see in her?”

Lando took a deep breath, he saw everything in this women. “Well, I see…” The lad paused. “I see me self, yeah, I see…”

In that moment Max knew his bestfriend, the once shell of a man, had a heart and Y/n had full control of it. “I see what I could be. You know?” Lando continued, he had a nervous facial expression.

“If I weren’t scared”

Max stifled a laugh, his bestmate was never scared. Y/n really had an effect on Lando, so much effect. “You’re not scared of anything”

Turning for a second, Lando looked at Max. “Yeah” Their faces holding knowing grins. Both well aware of the womens effect on him.

Just outside, Y/n and Leo had just arrived in the wedding car. She was dressed in her chosen dress, flowers in hand and vail pulled down over her face.

They climbed the stairs to the doors of the chapel, where their mother stood still looking unimpressed. In a hushed whisper, Y/n spoke. “What’s she doing?”

Leo annoyed at his mother for trying to ruin the day. “Well you know what she’s gonna be saying” He knew how much their mother hated this relationship but Leo just wanted his little sister to be happy. “So just take it easy, deep breaths”

The pair had reached the top of the stairs, now face to face with M/n. “Why you not inside yet?”

Without a beat M/n spoke. “Are you sure you wanna go through with this?” Leo tried to interrupt and quieten her but Y/n stopped him.

“It’s all right, Leo…” She inhaled a deep breath before turning back to their mother. “I love him”

M/n’s eyes were piecing. “Love” There was a pause. “Do you even know what love is?”

Looking down, Y/n replied quickly. “I know it’s not an answer to anything. But love is a witness, Lando sees me” She was so used to being berated and criticised by her mother that to Y/n, Lando made her feel free and loved. “And I see him”

She shook her head. “And who are you to refuse that?”

Leaning down slightly, M/n spoke again. This time harsh and bitter. “I’m your mother.” And with that, she walked off into the chapel.

The two siblings watched their mother walking in, silence filled the air around them until. “Wow…” Leo broke the silence.

Y/n turned to look other at her brother. “What?” Confused evident.

“Nothing it’s just…” He paused and Y/n could swear that she saw tears welling up in his eyes. “You really love him, because you would never talk to mum like that…”

It was safe to say that Leo was baffled. Y/n never once spoke back to her mother, but now she had that confidence to. All because of Lando.

It was the same for Lando. He was becoming softer, just for her. More gentle and sympathetic. There was a small difference in each, but everyone could see it as clear as day.

“Let’s get you married then!”

#formula one #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #max fewtrell #mclaren f1 #mclaren racing #mclaren #mafia au

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monster-disaster · 1 year ago

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Request: Chimera inspired monster

Not necessarily a traditional chimera, just a monster that you mish mash together yourself since you’re the author! I wanna make sure you have a lot of creative reign to design the creature how you want to!

Scenario/Plot: A retelling/inspired story of Beauty and the Beast, but female reader agrees to be his bride from the very start. She has abandonment issues and just yearns to be loved by anyone who’ll take her. And reader found her monster groom to be very attractive from the beginning. She’s just enjoying her life living in opulence with a man that’s fully devoted to her. *Cute shenanigans ensue between the couple, that ends in a Gomez and Morticia Adams romance*

Not sure if this’d be good for NSFW, or just a super fluffy romance would be better!

It's spring, and I'm in my historically inaccurate Regency Era. I hope you will enjoy it!

chimera!Lord Elohim x human!Reader Good to know: no warnings, and I can't promise anything, but there is a chance that we will meet Lord Elohim again because I have more ideas for their pair

A soft 'thank you' slips past your lips as the carriage door opens, and a hand reaches out towards you, offering help. Your fingers find a firm grip as you step out onto the gravel path, gathering the soft fabric of your dress to pull it out of your way. The pebbles creak under your shoes, mixing with the bustling noises of the others around you. Your gaze scans your surroundings, finding a few familiar faces among the guests. The ladies are adorned in their latest gowns, following the fashion and expectations of their titles. Their necklaces and earrings glint and shine under the warm light of the lampions and candles like the stars in the dark sky above you. In contrast, the men appear dull in their dark coats and trousers.

"Y/N?"

Your attention shifts from the guests to the mansion before you. Your gaze sweeps over the sturdy walls and delicate carvings and details. Candles glow in every window, dancing and pulsing among the lush vines that climb the grandiose building.

"Y/N?"

A slight frown pulls on your brows as your attention pauses at the wide window above the entrance door. A tall shadow stands firm and straight. The lights streaming out from the house make it impossible to see clearly.

"Y/N!" Your gaze tears away from the sight as an arm curls around yours, pulling you away from the next carriage in the long row of arriving guests. You need a moment to drag your focus away from the window. The back of your mind still lingers on the dark figure, though. "Mother?" "What are you doing?" She asks. Your frown again with confusion this time. "What do you mean?" "Come." Despite her small, delicate form, your mother has every power in her body to drag you into the house after showing the man standing at the door your invitation. "Wow!" Your amazement escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your eyes are on the chandelier hanging from the painted ceiling. "Don't be so crude!" "I'm not!" You reply, looking at the older woman with an amused smile. It's so easy to rile her up. "Come on! Don't tell me you are not surprised." She looks around more discreetly than you. Her attention lingers on the wallpapers with golden details, lush plants, and framed paintings. "I mean…" You can't help but laugh. "See?" "Well, the King was generous," she hums quietly, making sure you are the only one who can hear her while the others come and go around you two. "He saved his nephew," you reason. "He almost died."

The ballroom is already buzzing with life as you and your mother continue further into the mansion, her arm still linked with yours. "Wow!" "Y/N!" You don't even bother with a reaction. You're too busy taking in the green walls with their glinting decor, the flickering candles, and the sturdy wooden furniture. The windows, wide and tall, are framed with dark curtains, offering glimpses of the garden behind the mansion filled with lush greens and flowerbeds. From what you can see, the whole house is elegant and stylish, with the obvious preferences of its male owner.

"I will bring us something to drink," you tell your mother when you see the familiar form of your neighbor coming your way. The woman's face is red with excitement, and her eyes shine with news and the latest topics to gossip about. You already know most of them anyway. "Thank you, dear," your mother replies, letting go of your arm to face the other woman.

The excited voice of your neighbor soon disappears in the cacophony of the soft music that is quiet enough to give space for the chatter in the room. Young couples dance in the middle in each other's arms, whispering and swirling at the melody while the others stand around with drinks. Their voices mingle together to the point you can't understand them.

Maybe it's for the better.

After the King bestowed a title, fortune, and lands upon a monster who saved his nephew from certain death on the battlefield, it became impossible to avoid the whispers circulating through the streets and social gatherings. Allowing monsters to earn wealth and find a way to integrate into human society, primarily through the military, was one thing; however, granting them titles and authority was an entirely different affair. The Ton found themselves uncertain of how to react without angering the King.

They don't dare to express their opinions to the monarch; they are not dense, after all. Yet, they can't readily accept the monster into their social circles, either.

Then, a week ago, everyone received an invitation from Lord Elohim, putting many between a rock and a hard place to your utmost amusement.

As you survey the room full of people of the society close to the King, you notice that their curiosity outweighs their resentment. For tonight, at least. The lack of your surprise is understandable; you are sure this party will provide rich fodder for gossip for weeks, if not months. You glance back at your mother and her friend, already chatting in hushed whispers. Yes, you think, it's already started. It started even before the night began.

The table is pushed next to the wall between two windows. Your eyes scan the various drinks, cakes, and fruits, all fresh and ripe. You're about to reach for two cups when your attention shifts to an archway nearby. Through it, you glimpse a narrow corridor and another open door with a tall bookshelf. Your hand hesitates in mid-air, halfway to the drinks.

You shouldn't.

Your gaze sweeps over the guests, observing everyone having a great time. People continue to dance under the watchful eyes of the wallflowers and eager mothers, while the men chat in small groups.

Your mother would kill you.

As you stand still, unnoticed by the others, you find yourself repeatedly turning your attention back to the door outside.

It would be really rude of you.

You take a few tentative steps away from the table, still focusing on the people around you. A few of them smile when your eyes meet, but nobody stops to start a conversation with you.

Just a quick glance, you tell yourself as you slowly back out of the ballroom. Nobody will know.

The corridor appears much darker in contrast to the ballroom, and when you step into the other room, you have to light a candle you find on the small table next to the door.

The small library is much simpler than the other rooms of the house you've had the chance to see. The walls are hidden by bookshelves, with two sofas and a small coffee table in the middle. From there, you have a full view of another part of the garden spreading out behind the mansion.

You move quietly and slowly with the small, burning candle in your hand. The floor creaks under your steps. The dancing flame warms your face as you lean closer to read the spines of the books. The soft glow illuminates the line of your eyes and the slope of your nose. Most of the books are worn and faded.

You glance at the entrance every now and then, making sure nobody has noticed your absence yet. The noises of the music and the guests seem far away through the half-closed door.

You should go, though.

You nibble on your lower lip until it's red and slightly swollen as you reach up to the shelf. The book you grasp is dark red with a golden title. You can see that it has been regularly read.

Just a peek, you try to convince yourself, and you'll be ready to go.

Before you know it, you're sitting on one of the sofas with the candle on the table and the book on your lap.

Your mother will definitely kill you.

"It's from a friend." The deep voice coming from the door almost makes you jump out of your skin. You grab the books at the last moment before they slip from your lap to the ground. "Oh!" Your heart throbs in your throat as you gasp for air. "He wrote it," he continues, stepping closer. His hands are behind his back. The dark blue coat stretches on his broad shoulders. "While he was traveling."

You have seen monsters before. Even though humans are not particularly fond of them, they are not banned from cities and towns. At least, not anymore.

But you have never seen anything like him before.

Your eyes rake over his tall, sturdy form. At first, you think he is a rakshasa, with a thick yet lean body and a dark mane around his head, but there are goat horns peeking out of the thick fur. And instead of the delicate lion tail, a crocodile one swings behind him, dark green and covered in scales.

"Lord…" You gasp again, standing up from your seat. You can't hide the surprise in your voice or wipe it away from your face. Your fingers are tight on the book, still open. "Lord Elohim," he says with a slight bow. "And you are…" "Lady Y/L/N," you tell him. You are still so overwhelmed by him that you forget your manners entirely. You stare at him openly without shame. He is barefoot. The white shirt he wears is a bit bigger than him, showing off a bit of his chest, and tucked into the creamy-colored trousers that hug his lean waist perfectly. A slight grimace pulls on his face, letting you see his sharp canines. "I'm not doing it right, am I?" He seems easy and amused. Even a bit awkward. Your tense posture relaxes a bit. Your shoulders fall. "I mean," you dare to tease him with a small smile. "You should be outside, socializing, but I shouldn't be here either. And for that, I'm sorry." "Don't be," he says, stepping even closer. Your breath hitches. "I love being here too, so I understand." His gaze runs over the shelves full of books before his attention falls on you again. "How do you like it?" He nods to the book still in your hand. "It's interesting," you tell him. "I didn't know orcs have such a rich culture." There is a glint of amusement in his eyes. "How many orcs do you know?" Heat creeps up on your cheeks. "None." "You can take it with you," he says, motioning to the book again. "It's really good." "Oh, I can't…" "You can," he says immediately. "I'm offering." He is so close that you have to crane your neck to see his face. The male is handsome, with his almost black snout and golden eyes. The realization shocks you. You didn't think monsters could be so attractive. "Well," you clear your throat. Your nose is full of his scent. Warmth and nature. "Thank you." You put it down on the table next to you, though. Maybe you can sneak in before you have to leave and take it home without your mother noticing. She wouldn't be happy with you leaving the ballroom and being alone with a man, monster or not. "You are here with…" "My mother," you tell him. "She is outside… where I should be." He grins. "Me too." None of you move. "Do you want me to introduce you?" You ask him. You can't just leave him here. Not after he offered you his book and was so kind to you. "It can be scary around the ton for the first time." There is something wolfish in his smirk that makes your insides tremble with excitement. You understand, though. You don't think there are a lot of things that can scare him. "Thank you," Lord Elohim says in the end, holding up his arm for you to take. He is warm under your touch as you accept his offer.

Your heart flutters at his closeness.

Eyes fall on you the moment you step into the ballroom on Lord Elohim's side. Your fingers tighten on the curve of his elbows, and he squeezes your hand softly as a reassurance. The room gets quiet as you make your way to your mother through the crowd. Her eyes are wide with shock as you approach her. "Mother," you smile at her, not caring about the heavy gazes on you and the monster. "Let me introduce Lord Elohim." Your mother curtsies, taking back the control over her face. A soft smile appears on her lips, and she looks up at the tall male. "My Lord." "Lady Y/L/N," he bows, still holding onto you on his arm. His paw-like hand is warm on your glove-covered skin. "Please," he straightens, looking around the room. "Continue. Enjoy the night."

His words are followed by silence, and everyone needs a few seconds to regain their composure and focus on their business. Quiet murmurs ripple through the guests, the music starts again, and the weight of the others' attention lifts off your shoulders a bit. Not entirely, though.

"Thank you for the invitation, my Lord," your mother says. You know she feels awkward even though she is really great at hiding it. "I hope everything is for your liking." "Of course," the older woman nods. Before another tense silence could fall on your small company, you turn to the male. He is already watching you, and you can see your mother's eyes widening with fear about what you plan to say. You understand her. "It would be really gentlemanly of you to ask me to dance." You hear your mother gasping, but your focus is on Lord Elohim and his sharp canines as he smiles at you. There is something satisfied and cheeky in the curve.

His golden eyes bore into yours as he gently tugs on your hand, leading you to the couples dancing in the heart of the ballroom. You're aware of the gazes fixed upon you, analyzing your every move, yet you couldn't care less. Your attention is consumed by the chimera before you. His paw-like hand trails from yours, grazing over your arm until it settles on the small of your back, drawing you closer until you're enveloped by his embrace. A tingling sensation courses through your entire being. A sigh escapes your lips before you can stop it. "Are you alright, my lady?" The rumble of his chest echoes within yours.

Are you okay? You're uncertain. Unable to tear your gaze away from his, you feel like a raw nerve, sensitive and on the verge of bursting as he encloses you against himself. The air around you grows hot and heavy, causing your chest to ache and throb.

A smirk plays on his lips. "Are you thinking of running?" Lord Elohim teases, regarding you like a deer he often spots in his garden at dawn. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips, you gaze up at him. He's certain the soft skin of your cheeks would be warm under his touch if he dared to act as he desires despite the attention of his guests. Oh, how he longs to send them all home and keep only you for himself. The pretty little lady with the tendency to sneak around.

"No," you breathe out, fighting for air when you find your voice, holding onto his shoulder more firmly as if he is the only one who keeps you on your feet. You can feel the softness of his mane on your fingertips. Your other hand is in the air in his grasp.

It takes a moment for you to register the orchestra and your body's response to the gentle melody. You move mindlessly under Lord Elohim's guide. Swaying back and forth, you follow the male's lead on the dance floor. His embrace envelops you in warmth, leaving you feeling giddy and breathless as he twirls you, pulling you back to him moments later. You smile up at him, on the verge of laughter.

"You're quite the dancer," you compliment him. "Well, thank you," he hums, his gaze still firmly fixed on yours. "In that case, I hope you won't mind if I ask you to dance with me again." And a few more times.

You don't answer immediately. A sense of certainty washes over you, Lord Elohim will be your lifelong dance partner. The thought fills you with excitement for your future as you stare up at him. It seems like the gold of his eyes swirls under the lights that dance in sync with you.

"I'd love to dance with you some more, my Lord."

For an eternity, if it's possible.

#sweet asks #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster x reader #terat0philliac #chimera x reader

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crowfish-brainrot · 7 days ago

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Since I want my mains to come home quickly for this next banner, I’m gonna yap my love for my mains because fuck I love them both so much.

Rafayel speaks to me, deeply, which is funny because he was my least favorite at first. I always liked all the LIs, but I fully expected to be a SnowCrow main. As wild as it is, Raf has become my number one favorite, which I didn’t expect!

Maybe it’s because I’m also an artist (though, with words versus painting), but I feel so seen by him. He loves so deeply, he feels so deeply, and all of it hides under a playful mask that makes it easier for him to face the sheer depth of his emotions. I’m much the same way. Also the way he shares his vulnerabilities with MC (like in his Nightly Rendezvous card “will you still like me if I become someone who only takes from you?”, Ebb & Flow “there’s still time to care for someone else,” and his entire spring event card) is so tender. He shows true maturity by expressing himself to her, and it’s so intimate.

I also love how he plays with MC! He goofs her, makes her flustered, teases her. He lets her overpower him because it’s fun for him, but he always takes back over & I just LOVE how they play off each other. Brat x brat is such a fun dynamic. I’m also a brat, so of course I love this.

He’s so passionate with MC, too. His spicy cards always get me so damn flustered! I can read the nastiest smut known to man & listen to most with a straight face but for some reason I blush to my ears when listening to his secret times 😂

I love when we see how dangerous he really is. The card where he protects MC from that creep? Swooon!! How creative he is when he kills people?? Hot. Hot. Hot!!! I personally think he’s actually THE biggest threat to MC, but he would rather die than hurt her, which is so 😩. Also he literally let his world fall apart rather than kill her and that does things to me. (Granted, all of them have done that to an extent, which is probably why I love all of them!)

Also, the way he yearns…? 😩 He’s waited 800 years for her. They’ve both died in each others arms, their love is star crossed but they still make their way back to each other in every lifetime & my heart can’t take it. I love him. I love how their bond gets stronger the more they love each other, because that is such a beautiful way of describing what happens when two people are together for a long time. Love only grows deeper. I know the next banner isn’t going to be a real wedding but I can’t wait for MC to be his WIFE instead of only his bride 😭😭😭😭

Now for Sylus.

He’s the entire reason I downloaded the game. My sister showed me Dragon Sylus & I was down bad immediately. I love a morally grey man, I’m a monster fucker, and I have a thing for deep voices so I was immediately in love.

Then I got into his story & lore. I cried at his dragon myth. I love Sylus so much because he is devotion. He chased MC through time and space. She has half of his soul, and you FEEL it through every interaction he has with MC. Yes he’s dangerous and kills people on the regular (which is hot in a fictional man, ngl), but what I love most about him is his softness. To MC & no one else. I’m a sucker for that, because I am also that way. I’m not a big fan of people, I don’t trust easily. But for my husband? I am the softest little thing. To everyone else? I will bite. He has that same energy & I loooove it!

Also I love how calm he is. How stable he is. How he encourages MC to want more, to do whatever she wants. I love that he inverts the Dark Romance Mafia Boss Archetype where he doesn’t control MC, he isn’t toxic toward her, and how he honors her power bc she isn’t a damsel he needs to save. I love that he wants her to be powerful and strong. I love that he challenges her. I also love how they don’t take either of each others bullshit 😂

I adore how much of a pathetic lover boy he is. It’s so cute. He’s so painfully in love with MC. How everything he’s ever done is for HER, to call her back to his side, to find her in all the vastness of space and time. I love his dominance. I love his confidence. The man speaks poetry & Magnum Opus truly is one of the best memories in the game. My heart can’t take it. Every time he talks to her after the face mask scene I melt all over again. I love how he tries to fit in her world, instead of just expecting her to fit into his. How much he tries for her is so fucking precious.

I also love how he plays with MC. It’s different than how Rafayel does, but it’s still playful banter, teasing, with a lot of back and forth. It’s so fun to watch them dance around one another and to see how they get under the other’s skin. I love how he finds joy in her audacity & bratiness. As a brat, I will always simp for a brat enabler!!!!

His spicy cards also have me in a chokehold. Every time I’m always blushing!!!! His playfulness seeps into the steamy cards, and it always gets me. How he and MC push/pull one another, how he teases her??? Please I’m dyiiiing every time! He’s so damn hungry for her, it’s just hot.

Again, the yearning. How he didn’t interfere in her life at all until she came to the N109 Zone, even though he saw her, knew where she was, etc. he waited for her to come to him, and then of course she didn’t remember him. How much that must’ve hurt after all he did for her. But, after a rough start he goes hands off and lets her come to him. He would’ve left her alone if she asked him to, but she ran for him & THAT scene made me all misty-eyed. He’s waited so long to have her in his arms, and he’d wait forever if that’s what she wanted. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her(which again, could be said about all of them, but I digress), & I can’t help but love him!!!

Sylus might be my number 2, but it’s by like maybe three points. I love both Sylus and Rafayel sm, & I can’t wait to ugly sob while watching the wedding banner. 😭😭😭

Come home quickly my husbands!!!!!!

#love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #lads rafayel #l&ds rafayel #l&ds sylus #lads sylus

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cheapshrimpysheep · 6 months ago

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Happy Birthday - Malleus Draconia

In celebration of Malleus's birthday, here is a list of the things I've written with him. 🥳

Onesie Party - All NRC Students. Fluff; GN Reader.

5 Love Languages - All NRC Students; Fluff; List.

First Date - Diasomnia - (Malleus, Silver, Sebek & Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Flirting; Kissing

Sending Love - Part 2 - Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points

Yuu Needs a Hug 2 - Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship

Pocky Game - All NRC students (except Ortho) Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points; Kissing; suggestive?

Under the Mistletoe 2- Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia + Ortho) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

Broom Flying Tutoring- OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus). Fluf; GN Reader.

Potionology Tutoring - OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus). Fluf; GN Reader.

Meanwhile with Malleus - Twisted Halloween (Malleus Draconia x Reader) Fluff, GN Reader, Cuddles, Flirting, Kissing

Spring of Canathus (AKA: They’re Babies) - OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus) Bullet Points; GN Reader; Fluff; Cute

Meaningful Kiss - OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus) Bullet Points; Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship, Kissing, Flirting, Slightly Suggestive(?)

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Malleus Draconia - Ghost Marriage/The Phantom Bride theme; Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

My Heaven’s Light - Rollo Flamme VS Malleus Draconia (x Reader) GN Reader; Angst to Comfort; Jealousy

Yuutsum 3 - Twisted Tsumderland 3 Tsumsitters (Ace; Trey; Ruggie; Jamil; Vil; Idia; Malleus; Silver) Fluff; GN Reader

REQUESTS

Kiss and Run - All NRC Students (Ortho is platonic) + Rollo / Fluff; GN Reader; Headcanons

Aromantic Reader - Malleus Draconia () GN Reader; Comfort

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

#Twisted Wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst fluff #Twisted Wonderland Fluff #Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Malleus Draconia Birthday

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the-lazyyy-artist · 7 months ago

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Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader Synopsis: you're not really fond of weddings. He's the opposite. Themes: meet-cute, fluff? Bachira is a big flirt, reader low-key doesn't like weddings, a little suggestive if you squint a little, just overall cutesy! Author's Note: lmao I'm telling you that the wedding I went to last weekend inspired this brain vomit. And it's time for our little bee to have the spotlight!

Bachira has grown to like weddings, especially now that he's gone professional and most of his teammates are getting married left and right. He loved watching his teammates get all sappy and teary at the altar, but most of the time, he enjoyed the reception that came afterward.

The drinks, the games, the dancing. He lives off of the smiles and laughter of everyone present.

In the lovely countryside of Spain, he was one of the groomsmen at a teammate's wedding. It was a lovely spring day, everyone was dressed in a beautiful lavender color, which Bachira was quite pleased with because it complimented his hair. His crooked lavender tie was fixed by one of his teammates again which he chuckled at.

Then enter you, dressed in a corset dress with a high slit in the side. In your hands was a bouquet of baby's breath, the bride's choice for simplicity and sophistication. You were quite fidgety, given that this was the 2nd time you attended a wedding as a bridesmaid, and your lashes weren't put on correctly by the make-up artist they hired. It was getting itchy every time you blinked, and you couldn't rub it for the sake of your eyeliner.

You stood in line where the other bridesmaids were, waiting for the event to start. You knew you were paired up with someone, but because of your carelessness, you forgot to check who was your pair. You were quietly cursing to yourself as you started to tear up because of the fake lashes (fuck that shit), so you decided to rip them both off of your eyes and excused yourself to the side to look at yourself in your compact. "Shit," you murmured, quickly pulling out your mascara to at least give your lashes the volume it lacks and to hide the eyeliner underneath (which by the way looks uneven because some of it got stuck on the face lashes).

"Excuse me?"

You hastily turned to see who spoke behind you, almost poking your eye and hitting the with the compact you're holding. "Oh! I'm sorry! God, I didn't see you there," you exclaimed, returning the wand to the bottle and screwing it shut. In front of you was the prettiest boy you've ever seen, with eyes as bright as a summer day and a smile to match it. "Are you y/n?" He asked, his playful voice floating in the spring air. "Yes, why?"

"I think you're my partner," Bachira responds. You raised your brows at him, nodding. "Y-yeah, of course. I know."

You did not.

You stood back in line with him, feeling a little awkward. You turned to look at him and asked, "Does my lashes look funky to you?" He looked back at you, puzzled, as you bat your eyes at him. Bachira chuckled and shook his head. "You look okay."

"Okay, that's good to know."

The wedding went well. There were tears, giggles, cheers, and playful glances from Bachira across the aisle. It wasn't so subtle too. He would stare at you, his eyes soft and smirking. You'd smile back, and wave at him, but it was getting weird. He was cute, you're not gonna lie, but you'd rather talk to him than have him stare you down.

The rest of the celebration flew by quickly, until one of your fellow bridesmaids was shaking you off your seat, red wine almost spilling, unaware of what the commotion was about.

All the women were gathered in the crowd, and you heard the host saying things like "Which of these single ladies will be the lucky girl?" and you realized that it was the bouquet toss. As you stand there, you can feel his eyes on you. Bachira, waiting and watching you. Oh, you were too distracted to notice that the bride tossed the bouquet and what got your attention was the screams of your fellow bridesmaids as the bouquet slipped off their grasp and into...

"And we have our lucky lady!"

Everyone turned to you as you gripped the bouquet, catching it with eyes closed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought. People were now pushing you to the dancefloor as the host was making his way towards you. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, pointing the mic to you. "Uh, y/n?"

"Give it up for y/n! Now, let's call on all the bachelors in the crowd for the garter toss!"

You were led to the side as all the single men gathered at the center and your eyes found Bachira in the crowd. "So, he's single," you murmured, watching him smiling widely and jumping around... like a little bee. The host turned everyone's attention to the bride sitting in a chair, and the groom, kneeling in front of her, started to remove the white lace garter around her thigh using his teeth. The guests were jeering and screaming, the bride laughing at her husband's antics. Once the garter was off, the groom tossed it to the awaiting bachelors and like how fate wrote it, Bachira jumped higher than anyone in the crowd, catching the garter with one hand.

"Alright! It seems like we have our lucky bachelor!" The host announced as the crowd parted for him to walk through. "FC Barcha's very own Dancing Bee, Bachira Meguru! Now, let's call back our lucky lady. Come on up the dance floor!" Fuck. You have no idea what was gonna happen. You never paid attention to weddings before!

"You ready?" he asked, smiling widely. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and it made you shiver a little. "Ready for what?"

"Now it's time for our lucky groomsman, Bachira, to put on the garter on our lucky lady! Make sure to use your teeth!"

"What?" You exclaimed as you were pulled by the host towards the chair at the center of the dancefloor. "Wait!"

Your pleas were drowned by the cheers from your fellow bridesmaids and the groomsmen, whistles from the groom, and claps from the bride. "Is this how it goes?" You asked Bachira, who was now standing in front of you. He had the garter between his teeth as he kneeled towards you and goosebumps rose against your skin. "Heh. Yeah. You never done this before?" He asked, his hands now ghosting on your ankle. You gulped as Bachira took the garter from his teeth and stretched it open to slip it around your ankle.

The noise became nothing as soon as your senses quickly focused on Bachira as his mouth opened, and his teeth caught the garter loosely hanging on your ankle. His hot breath hit your skin as he slowly and agonizingly pulled the garter up, up, up to your calf, then to your knee, his hands holding your leg and resting it on his knee. Oh, you can see the mischief and the danger in his yellow eyes, once sparkled with the sunlight has now darkened as his face travelled nearer to your thigh.

Bachira thanked the bride in his mind that she'd let the bridesmaids wear a dress with a slit because this made it easier for him as more of your skin was exposed. He grinned as he reached closer... closer... and your hand initially gripping so tight on your seat was now on his hair, stopping him before he got to the dangerous part.

His teeth released the garter, snapping it on the delicate skin of your thigh, and your breath hitched. Fuck... you were literally playing with danger.

"Bachi-"

"No, just call me Meguru... or Megs."

"Meguru, I..."

The host brought you two back to reality as he gently pulled Bachira up, and Bachira offered a hand for you to take, your dress' slit gently opening up for the garter on your thigh like it was the World Cup Bachira envied and won. The next moment passed as you two danced with the bride and groom, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Did you like it?" He asked, winking at you. You laughed softly, for the first time today and it was because of him. "Yeah, you were pretty good," you replied, your laughter softening into a smile as you twirled your finger into the tips of his hair. "Will I ever see you again?" He asked again, pulling you closer to him. You tugged on his hair gently, a warning. "Maybe. My flight home will be in two days. You think you can spare a day or two?"

"Of course," he simply replied, "you think it's a date then?"

You hummed in reply, and he hummed too.

It was safe to say that you gave him your number and socials to reach you tomorrow.

And maybe on the days moving forward.

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Performer AU and Interrupted Declaration of Love??

Meant to write a quick ficlet, but I think I wrote the outline of a fic that could be like 20 chapters long.

Love, I'm doing this for love. And that's how I'll survive.

The first time Annabeth and Percy declared their love for each other was during a French revolution.

Not the French Revolution, her father explained, but the student revolution. The June Uprising of 1832. He would read her the book at night to help her understand. They'd been on a long description of the Battle of Waterloo for so long even her dad seemed bored.

Annabeth's Broadway debut in Les Mis as the young Cosette and Eponine was a Chase family reunion, with her aunt and uncle, and all three cousins in a attendance. But Annabeth didn't want to just impress them. She wanted to impress the whole theater.

There were so many people.

And she had to sing all of "Castle on a Cloud" alone on stage by herself.

She peaked at the audience before the show stared and shook with nerves.

"It's okay," a boy promised her. She hadn't rehearsed with him. But he must be one of the Gavroche's. "Just picture them in their underwear," he said.

That made Annabeth giggle. When she was actually out there, she couldn't see the audience at all. The lights were too bright. But her voice remembered what to do. She always loved to sing. She was the only one in her family who could carry a tune. And by nine, she'd carried that tune all the way to Broadway.

Percy was one of the Gavroche boys. Annabeth switched between Cosette and Eponine. She only actually got to sing half of the nights she was at the theater. But usually when she was there, so was Percy. He'd already been performing for a year or so when she started at nine, but he was short, so he got to keep going past when most Gavroche's retired. They were fast friends, and favorites of the cast, who kept sneaking them candy and other treats.

Annabeth decided that she liked Percy. He was a good singer. He was always in his place on time. And he seemed pretty smart. She promptly announced her crush to him, and it was reciprocated. At only nine, this meant nothing more than some hand holding and the cast and their families cooing over the cute couple.

The relationship was over before Percy took his final bow a few months later, but they stayed professional friends for the duration of the run.

Annabeth could see the disappointment in her uncle's face as she told him, no, she wasn't going to Harvard. She'd accepted an early offer to NYU for Musical Theatre. She'd gone to a performing arts high school. He should be surprised. If she was going to an Ivy, it'd have been Yale. But she didn't just want to act. She wanted to sing and dance. She was good at those skills too. Great actually. There were girls in her class who were "strong movers" and well ... they didn't get the lead in their senior spring musical. Annabeth had. She was the triple threat.

"You'll be the only Chase who never went to Harvard," her uncle told her.

Before Annabeth could snap back at him, her father piped up: "So? She's the first Chase to be on Broadway."

She could always count on her dad to be in her corner.

It was hard to explain to her family that her career was a success so far. Sure, she was performing Grease on a cruise ship, but a gig was a gig, and she was Sandy! She was the lead. Not an understudy, not a swing.

And not that this would make her family proud, but she was finally getting it in.

A musical theater degree didn't exactly mean she meat a lot of straight men.

But it turned out, Percy Jackson was bisexual, which she could appreciate, being bi herself, and he was Cruise Ship Danny Zuko. They were a match made in heaven.

Annabeth never imagined being a young bride. She never imagined settling down before thirty. But Percy made her want that. Made her want ...

Made her want.

He didn't propose or anything. But he did ask her to be his girlfriend. And their on-stage chemistry really flourished after that. And they couldn't exactly keep their hands off each other either. They'd found ways to do it in every nook and cranny of the cruise ship. Annabeth had brought War and Peace on board to read while they traveled, and by the end of the run, she'd only read 50 pages.

They both got picked up to do a run of Something Rotten on the sea, him as Nigel Bottom, her as Portia. In Annabeth's opinion, their quirky, in-love on stage chemistry was absolutely wasted on this cruise. But it paid, and for another year at sea, she was able to fall deeper and deeper in love with --

"I got the Moulin Rouge tour!" Percy announced. Annabeth jumped into his arms, so, so proud. She kissed him hard and told him as much. Her man was going to be Christian on tour! What a remarkable win for him! She was so happy and --

"Have you heard back yet?" He asked.

She'd gone out for Satine, but a resume of Sandy and Portia the Puritan didn't exactly scream French Courtesan. Honestly, Annabeth never expected to book it. She just kind of ... didn't expect Percy to book it either. Weren't they a package deal?

Annabeth shook her head. "Not yet," she said.

Percy kissed her forehead. "You will," he promised.

Annabeth didn't book Moulin Rouge. She booked the tour of Mamma Mia.

They were going to do long distance and make it work. They'd been together for almost four years. They were talking about getting engaged. They could make a year or two apart work.

After two months, there was nothing to do but accept it wasn't working. They weren't sleeping with anyone else but there was never time to talk to each other.

It frustrated Annabeth to no end that he was going to be able to milk their breakup in the tragic end of his musical, but she had to go out and play happy bride in hers.

"Let's get one thing straight. I never hear of The Red Shoes, I never saw The Red Shoes, I don't give a shit about The Red Shoes. I came to New York because I wanted to be a Rockette at Radio City," Annabeth said.

It took almost twenty years from her final bow as Cosette to get back to a Broadway stage but she did it. And as long as she didn't think about her father in the third row, her debut would be perfect.

A Chorus Line gave her a real chance to show off her dancing. It also gave her a change to -- per her lyrics -- show off her tits and ass. Her costume was super 70s. They even wanted her to use her real blonde hair, volumized to the gods, instead of a wig for once.

The tiny little pants she wore were basically spandex high-waisted bikini bottoms, with the leg holes cut wide enough h to expose her hips, making her already long legs look like they went on for miles. The sports bra top was designed to push everything up up up. She didn't have the biggest tits in the world, and she wasn't about to get an actual boob job. So push up bras and inserts would have to do.

Val wasn't a lead role, but she had a solo. She wasn't a swing or understudy. Annabeth's voice as on the revival's cast album, and she ran for a year and a half. The production even won best revival. And for once, she was sexy, not cute.

Every Instagram post she made was liked by Percy. She pretended not to notice.

Of course, she liked his posts about being the new Demitri in Anastasia on Broadway.

Coincidentally, she'd turned down an offer to play Anya. A Chorus Line was a chance to be in the cast of a new revival. And she wanted a part with a little more dancing. And anyway, the Anastasia musical was a dramaturgical disaster.

But Percy was a perfect Demitri.

They would have been the perfect pair.

Maybe good enough to keep the show from closing.

It made her insane.

Annabeth didn't call him.

And he didn't call her.

This was it, Annabeth thought, taking a deep breath. She'd made it through rounds of auditions and dance calls. Now it was just a few call backs. A few chemistry read basically. She'd done her vocal warm ups. She'd panic called her dad who promised her she was amazing, and she took a horrific shit in the studio bathroom.

Her entire routine basically.

All of this for Legally Blonde. It felt so silly. It was a cash grab revival. The first real Thing: The Musical besides maybe Hairspray. She had to compete with the iconic Laura Bell Bundy. The recording she watched all through middle school. That, and all the other pretty blonde women here.

The casting director called her in as she was looking over the sides for "Serious."

Annabeth stood up, sides, music, and headshot in hand (in case they needed it again).

Standing in front of her, making light banter with the casting table was him, the great love of her life. And when he turned and saw her, his face, his bright green eyes said it all. They warned her he was about to break her heart all over again, but this time, he'd make it worth it.

They had great romantic chemistry. Their voices were in perfect harmony after so many performances of Grease and Something Rotten, and when he broke up with her (again), her tears were almost real. Of course, she didn't cry for real. She offered dramatic, comical sobs (her comic timing was on point after so many comic roles), but she wouldn't let real tears fuck with her voice. Not now.

"Just shut up. What does that mean? I'm not a Jackie. I'm not serious? But I am seriously in love with you?" She told him.

This close, she could tell he was biting the sides of his own tongue, holding back his own feelings, his own words. He was using every muscle to hold back any flinch that might suggest a break in character to the panel of directors who decided their fate.

"Baby my future's all planned," Percy sang as she walked away in tears. "I've got some dreams to make true. I thought that you'd understand. It's time to get serious. Time to get serious with ... check please."

Percy plopped down into the rehearsal studio folding chair. The pianist hadn't been quiet for two beats before the casting director was complimenting them.

"Great work!" He promised. "Very nice! Percy, we've seen all we need for today. Annabeth, we'd like to see you with some Emmetts."

Annabeth nodded. She wiped a few stray tears from her face. They'd fallen despite herself.

Annabeth spent the rest of the afternoon running sections of Chip On Your Shoulder and Legally Blonde with a guy named Luke, who was handsome but a few years older than her, and wishing Percy would reach out.

Luke hung by her on their fifteen minute break. She wasn't stupid. She knew what a man hitting on her looked like. Worse, she knew what a man hitting on her for the sake of on-stage romantic chemistry looked like.

Admittedly, it thrilled Annabeth. She must be the favorite then, if someone with credits from Music Man with Sutton Foster was trying to seduce her.

Or maybe she was all tits and ass after all.

Either way, following a morning with Percy breaking up with her over and over again, Luke's attention was what her ego needed.

"I think it went okay, but it's hard to tell," Annabeth said to her dad. She'd given up calling him after every audition years ago, there were just too many, but he still liked to hear how call backs went when she got them. "This would be really huge. I mean ..."

"Would you be eligible for Tonys?" He asked.

"Yeah, the show would, and I would be." She sighed and settled back into her bus seat. "Although this isn't really a show likely to win you a Best Actress Tony."

"It would still be impressive just to be nominated," her dad told her. "We're proud of you no matter what." Annabeth didn't know who we was. Only her dad seemed to really support her or give a shit about her career.

But, she offered him a "Thanks, Daddy," anyway, and hung up the phone to wait for her agent to call.

Her agent called the next morning. Margo liked to toy with Annabeth's emotions; she found Annabeth was easy to rile up (she was), and she took some sick pleasure in doing it. But Annabeth had been working with her long enough to know that when Margo started the call with the sad, dejected voice, it was all an act.

She'd booked. She was crying before Margo could finished delivering the good news.

"And Warner?" Annabeth asked after getting the confirmation.

"Percy Jackson. You two have worked together before, haven't you?"

"Oh yeah," Annabeth said. They sure did used to work together.

"It's really great to see you again," Percy said after their first rehearsal, "you're going to be amazing."

Damn his smile, she thought. If she got through this show without literally throwing herself at him, it would be a miracle.

"It's great to see you too, Percy," she promised. He seemed so chill. He never used to be chill around her. He used to be insane about her. They'd fucked in every remote corner of those cruise ships, really putting modern hormonal birth control to the test. She'd told him what kind of engagement ring she'd want. He had her ring size.

And now he was just ... smiling at her like it was nothing.

Annabeth needed the upper hand.

"I hope this isn't weird," she said, implying he still had feelings for her, not the other way around.

Percy's cheeks went pink, and she felt a bit of pride in her success. "No, no, it's not ... I won't make it weird," he promised.

Annabeth nodded. "Great, I hope we can be friends," she said.

"Yeah, friends," Percy agreed.

They were nearing the end of studio rehearsals and Percy still hadn't made a move.

"Do you think it's because you told him you wanted to be friends?" Piper, one of her in-show sorority sisters, asked.

Annabeth pouted. "I thought he'd make more of an effort to get out of the friend zone."

Piper booped her nose. "You're thirty. Stop playing messy mind games with your ex and just ask him out."

Annabeth sighed. She could do that. Of course, if he said no, things could get even more uncomfortable. Maybe she didn't have the grip on this situation that she thought she did.

"Annabeth," Luke said, "want to get lunch?" Annabeth spotted Percy watching them from the corner of her eye.

This was also an option. "Sure," she said.

She wasn't into Luke. He was too clean cut. Too textbook charming. Too ... not Percy. Honestly, were it not for their ages, she thought Percy would make a better Emmett, with his scruffy boyishness, and Luke the better Warner with his ... whole vibe. But she wasn't queen of the universe. Even though she'd be so good at that job.

Lunch was fine. He paid, which she appreciated, but when he asked her to dinner "sometime," she had to politely decline. Annabeth couldn't stand to be that messy. And Piper was right. She was thirty.

Opening night was a smash success. Annabeth couldn't even find it in her usually very competitive heart to look at reviews. She knew it had been perfect, and so had the audience. On stage, in front of people, her chemistry with Luke really felt electric. Maybe she should go out with him. They might actually work.

"Annabeth," Percy called out to her. Oh she could have melted into a puddle right then and there at the sound of him calling her name.

She must have looked as in love with him as she felt, because she she turned, Percy's face softened into a familiar, usually post-coital, blissful gaze.

"Yes?" She asked.

Percy stepped closer to her, and pulled her into a hug.

"You were amazing," he said into her hair (a wig. Her natural blonde curls were too wild for Elle).

Annabeth melted into the hug, taking it as a sure sign. "Oh, Percy," she whispered, no, whimpered, into him. Percy held her closer, and she was pretty sure he pressed a kiss into her hair. Annabeth pulled back from the hug just to give herself the space to kiss him --

"Are things going good with Luke?" Percy said, dropping the hug and taking a big step back from her.

"What?" Annabeth asked, coming out of a daze. "Oh, we just went to lunch the one time. We aren't together."

Percy stared at her, obviously confused. "You're single?" He asked.

Annabeth nodded. She started to take a step towards him, when their costar Rachel skipped up behind him.

"Amazing, amazing, amazing!" She said. Annabeth liked her. She was Vivian, and so good at playing the cold, up tight girl. And then, off stage, she was fun, peppy, and remarkably red-headed. Rachel had taken off her mousy brown bob wig, but hadn't undone her wig cap yet, so she looked bald.

"Thanks Rachel," Annabeth said.

And then she was kissing Percy. Her Percy!

That bitch!

Annabeth walked away without another word.

She was in a hell of her own making, that was for sure.

"Great job!" Piper said to her.

Annabeth grabbed her hand. "If I asked you to come home with me for a night of meaningless gay sex that we never talk about again, would you do it?"

Piper smiled and kissed her. "As long as you don't call me Percy in the heat of the moment," she said.

"I can't make any promises," Annabeth confessed.

Piper shrugged. "Well, I guess it wouldn't be a huge deal."

Sex with Piper solved some of her issues, but not all of them.

"Do you have a date for the Tonys?" Percy asked her.

Annabeth smiled. "My dad," she answered honestly.

She'd been nominated for best leading actress, but she didn't have any expectations of winning. Their revival got five nominations: best leading actress, best leading man for Luke, best supporting man for Percy, best revival, and best costumes. They were pretty much a long shot in everything with the Phantom revival and several great new shows.

Percy nodded. "Gotcha. I was thinking about taking my mom, actually."

"Not Rachel?" Annabeth asked, trying not to be too over eager.

Percy shook his head. "No, she dumped me."

"Oh," Annabeth feigned sadness, "why?"

Percy just looked at her and sighed. "Doesn't matter."

Annabeth's heart pounded, and she felt guilty about something, but she didn't know what.

"Ten minute call actors!" their stage manager said.

Annabeth turned away from Percy. She had to get her wig on.

The pink dress was on the nose, sure, but Annabeth was determined to have fun tonight. Everyone in the cast was emotionally prepared to lose five Tony awards, and they'd planned a big losers after party to celebrate the show. The show itself was doing great. The house was sold out night after night, they'd done morning show appearances, the cast album was doing numbers on Spotify. There was plenty to be happy about.

Annabeth and Percy ended up next to each other, their parents on either side of them. Neither bothered taking an isle seat. They wouldn't have anywhere to stand up and go.

Well, that wasn't true. They were doing a performance of "So Much Better," so they would need to get up, change, and then come back.

Percy lost his tony first. He didn't look particularly sad, and he clapped politely for the winner.

Costumes lost too.

They sang "So Much Better." Annabeth held the sixteen-measure note at the end like it was nothing. Oh that final note. She could have a child, raise that child, and send that child to college before that note ended.

But she got the audience on their feet for her by the end.

Back in her pretty pink dress, she watched the show lose best revival to Phantom, and then watched Luke lose best actor to the Phantom.

"I think you might the only one to take an award home tonight," Percy whispered to her.

Annabeth took his hand. "Oh please, I don't stand a chance," she said.

Percy's face was close to hers, his green eyes so ... so ... "I believe in you," he told her. Cameras would be on them soon. He couldn't do this to her now. "Whether you win or not, you're the best actress in my mind."

"Thanks Percy," she said. They started announcing the names of the nominees, and Annabeth pulled herself away from him long enough to smile to the camera.

"Annabeth, I should tell you --" Percy started.

Oh not now, Percy, she thought, What on earth would compel you to do this right now.

Well, when she lost, she could at least console herself with a kiss from Percy, she figured.

Annabeth got ready to kiss him, putting all her attention on that instead of her inevitable loss.

"And the Tony goes to ... Annabeth Chase, Legally Blonde!"

Annabeth jumped and looked towards the stage. "What?" She asked out loud, but the sound was drowned out by cheers and clapping.

She felt Percy kiss her cheek, and then he said, "Go on, get up there."

Annabeth gave her dad a tight hug as she moved towards the stage on wobbly legs.

The statuette was heavy. She should have planned something to say.

"Oh wow," she said, the microphone picking up her voice. "I should thank my family. I'm sure they're very proud that I finally went to Harvard." That got a laugh, which gave her a little more confidence. "But really, I need to thank my dad, who supported me through all of this, and my wonderful cast mates, and director, and Margo of course. Thank you, this is really ... such a dream." That was how she finished.

She wished, later on, that she'd offered some kind of platitude for the kid in their bedroom dreaming of Broadway, or some political statement on queer liberation.

"I should have planned a speech," she lamented to her dad after the ceremony ended.

"Next time," he said with a smile.

Annabeth stepped into the after party looking for Percy.

"You ruined our theme!" Her director yelled at her, a wide smile on her face.

"Sorry!" She said, obviously overjoyed.

And then Percy was there, waiting for her. "Congratulations Annabeth. I --"

"Just shut up," Annabeth said, before throwing her arms over his shoulders and kissing him. They lasted fifteen minutes at the after party before they ditched for better things.

They were still naked in the morning. She woke up to Percy nuzzling into her neck and mumbling, "You're never getting away from me again."

Annabeth smiled and rolled over to press her body into him. "Good. I don't think I could stand it again."

Percy opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. "What?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing, I just was going to say something ... kind of intense."

"Well, tell me," she pleaded.

"I just ..." he cleared his throat. "I think we were meant to be together. Like, I think you're the love of my life."

Annabeth kissed him again, gently this time. his lips were still a bit swollen from the night before. She'd bit him a few times too.

"I know you're the love of my life," Annabeth said.

The show was dark on Monday, and thank goodness, because they had a lot of making up for lost time to do.

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