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written-in-knife · 3 months ago

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Hi! Can I request a platonic relationship with Crowley or Crewel? For example, they adopt a reader (officially on paperwork, or emotionally) and suddenly the reader just falls through some portal and ends up in another world. And Crowley/Crewel just *dad panic, -1000 nerve cells*. At the end all is well and they reunite!Another point, you didn't ask for it, but I'll say it (sorry). Put two tags in your fanfics "TWST × reader" and "Twisted Wonderland × reader" (put both at once) so more people will see you!

Watching and Waiting

Parental!Crewel & gn!Reader

Fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort? a single sentence of a little hurt/no comfort at the very end sorryy

Word count: 4049

That tip does actually really help and I will do that from now on, thank you! I really love the idea of the staff pseudo-adopting the main character, but I'm OBSESSED with Papa Crewel. And to demonstrate, I'm going to get completely carried away with this prompt! HERE WE GO!

When it came to the student body of Night Raven College, Crewel had a certain level of fondness for all of them. He was strict, of course, he wanted nothing but to see them succeed, but there was a little bit of pride he took in every class. Diligent juniors who'd been with him for a handful of years at this point, most of whom exceeded his every expectation and the rest who at least performed the required tasks with the skills he'd taught them. Flighty but extremely talented sophomores who managed to impress him at every turn in one way or another. Even the freshmen, a group of troublemakers to be sure, but malleable, sharp minds that just needed to focus up to learn the material and they'd be well on their way to excelling in his class.

Then there was you.

Crowley had called a staff meeting to explain the situation to the teachers once you and Grim had proven yourselves worthy to become two halves of a whole student. Trein had asked if there was an active search on figuring out a way to send you home to your own world, and Crowley responded with a very flippant yes that left a sour taste on everyone's tongue. Once it was announced that you had been placed in Class A, Crewel's homeroom, he silently vowed to keep an eye on you. Just that. A magicless student in a magic academy in a world they were not at all familiar with felt to him very much like a wounded puppy being circled by vultures. He wouldn't treat you any differently, of course, you were simply a few steps behind and needed someone watching your back whether you knew the eyes were there or not.

So he watched. He watched as those friends of yours extorted you when you were at your wits end with Grim, he watched you struggling with Grim. He watched you in the second-hand uniform with hastily stitched repairs that was at least a size too big and getting bigger on you as you were not being provided with enough money to feed yourself and Grim AND repair your dorm. He watched as you tried to make Ramshackle habitable, and he watched as you over-extended yourself to put an end to Riddle Rosehearts and Leona Kingscholar's overblots. And when he watched you in the nurse's office just laughing off your injuries the day of the Spelldrive tournament, Crewel decided he was done watching.

It started small at first. He'd discussed with Trein about what subjects you were struggling in, not surprised to hear they were all magic based subjects, then held you back after class to offer to tutor you in those subjects under the guise of wanting all his pups to succeed. Which he did, of course. You agreed to the after school tutoring, which Grim very loudly refused to attend. Every other day after school, you met up with Crewel his classroom to tackle some subject or other more in depth while he graded assignments, and before you left, he would hand you a large container with food in it.

"This is cutting into your dinner time, is it not?" He explained when you asked about it. "I'm not a monster, I wouldn't expect you to go without eating all night."

"You don't have to go out of your way, Professor." You sighed, too hungry to deny the free food.

"Hardly. It's leftovers from last night," a lie, but you didn't need to know that, "I won't miss them."

Crewel caught you back up in your subjects fairly quickly, you were a diligent student. As the days went on, he watched some life return to your face until he could no longer find that ravenous look deep behind your eyes. He started setting a portion of his salary aside and bringing it to Sam, telling him to keep it for when you came by to purchase anything, giving him a little extra to not tell you where it was coming from. He felt a little swell of pride in his chest when he heard you bragging to Ace and Deuce about your grocery run being paid for. He was comfortable with this, happy enough not watching you wasting away and seeing you beginning to thrive in this school. He knew you could hold your own after handling two overblots, so he knew you could handle yourself against the Octavinelle trio when they came for your dorm. And of course you did. He felt that swell of pride again, stronger than he felt for his other students. Then again, his other students didn't have to fight nearly as hard as you did. Before he left for the winter break, he left a parcel on your doorstep that contained a thick pair of gloves, a fur lined hat, a cashmere scarf, and an old brown fur jacket of his. He worried it may not fit, but he refused to leave you to freeze while he was gone. He left a note in the box on top of the items.

"A small reward for your hard work this semester. Enjoy your holiday, you earned it. D. Crewel"

When he came back from the winter break, he was disappointed to find your school uniform in worse condition than when he left, a jacket sleeve hanging on for dear life, poorly patched holes in the knees, one of your shoes peeling away from the soles. He refused to let that go on any longer than it needed to, bringing you to Sam's himself to get you fitted for a new uniform. When you tried to insist that you could pay, Crewel insisted that it wasn't necessary, citing that he couldn't have any of his pups looking less than their best for the upcoming culture fair. When you tried to bring up the winter clothing he'd left you, he brushed off your thanks with a wave of his hand.

"We can find something more suitable to your style before your next winter." He insisted as he gently adjusted your tie. "I couldn't have one of my best freshmen freezing to death while I was gone, could I?"

Despite being caught up to the other students in your subjects, you still came by after class, more often to gossip over whatever meal Crewel had brought with him than to study. You told him about what happened over the winter break, and how the Octavinelle trio actually ended up helping you out. You told him about Ace and Deuce showing up after everything had been resolved, how they got there by train and boat and foot because they had been so worried about you. You kept him up to date about how your dorm, finally at least clean and presentable, had been offered up for the SDC group headquarters. He occasionally had gossip for you, making you swear not to spread anything around before he would tell you anything. It was usually student gossip that was being spread around anyways, some spat in Savanaclaw, an Ignihyde student locking down a portion of the school website to blast photos of another student doing something embarrassing, and so on. He wouldn't admit it to a soul in the world, not even you, but you were swiftly becoming his favorite. Remarkable grades for someone who didn't even know the Great Seven at the beginning of the school year, the admirable bravery and kindness it took to stop five overblots in their tracks, you were impressive. That feeling of pride in his chest eventually never left.

When the Ferrymen came to remove students and take them to Styx, when he heard two of his students were injured, he sprinted down to the nurses office, feeling a bit shameful in the amount of relief he felt that you were not in one of the beds. When you did show up to check on your friends, he patched up the few scrapes you did have and insisted you didn't do anything rash. He knew how much you'd grown to care for Grim, but you had to leave this to the faculty. He was already boiling with rage at the injuries Ace and Deuce had sustained, if Crowley wouldn't handle this, he'd figure out a way to handle it himself. He should've realized that would be your mindset as well. He was furious when he heard you'd gone off with Rook and Epel to find everyone that had been taken, but more than that, he was afraid. He was afraid you wouldn't come back, and all he could do was wait and watch. When you did eventually come back, Crewel had an entire lecture planned for you, explaining how reckless and irresponsible it was to go running off with Rook and Epel to find Styx like that, how you could've been injured or worse, how he expected better from you. You took it like a champ, fully expecting the lecture before you even went after Rook in the first place. But you were safe, everyone was safe, that's all that mattered to you. You could sit through one lecture. When Crewel finally ran out of steam, he stepped forward and put his hands on your shoulders, getting you to look back up at him.

"I'm glad you're safe, pup, but don't you even think of doing something like this ever again."

"Okay, Dad."

You both froze, but for different reasons. You couldn't believe you slipped up and called a teacher dad, you were extraordinarily embarrassed. Crewel on the other hand was putting a name to exactly what that feeling of pride in his chest is every time he sees you succeed. You may not be his by blood or by law, but you are his. He ruffled your hair and sent you away with an order to rest up after your adventure.

You still came by his office after school, raving about a good grade on a history test or complaining about Grim and Ace getting you and Deuce in trouble in Vargas's class. It felt much lighter than when you first joined him in his office at the beginning of the school year, you had been so tense back then. You eventually took to calling him Dad on occasion, mostly when you were teasing him about something or other. He'd never imagined himself as a father, but he supposed at some point he had decided you were his kid, even subconsciously. It was probably the day he'd decided to stop watching, as soon as he closed that distance in his mind, you became his child. He wouldn't admit it out loud to you, or anyone for that matter, but he did consider you to be his family at this point.

In the meantime, Crowley had been actually, finally, working on a way to send you home, mirrors now lining his office, portals in the frames to different places in Twisted Wonderland, a few that go beyond but not correctly. Not to your home. Crowley had confided in Crewel that he wasn't sure he was going to find you a way home before the end of the school year, not sure what to do with you since they couldn't keep you on campus. Crewel offered up his home in half a heartbeat, more than willing to keep watching over you over the summer should it come to that. They were discussing the logistics of it in Crowley's office when you came into the room, stepping off to the side by the wall when you realized they were speaking, waiting your turn. You were standing in front of a large, full body mirror that nearly reached the ceiling in height when the door slammed open again, shaking the walls, Riddle scolding Kalim for opening the door so recklessly as the rest of the Housewardens filed in behind them. They all got a front row seat to watch the large mirror at your back teeter back and forth for a second, then topple forward and on top of you before you could even realize to dive out of the way. The mirror shattered when it landed flat on the floor, no sign of you underneath. Despite that, Crewel ran to it, enlisting Leona to help him lift it, desperately hoping to find you injured but alive. Find you there. But the only thing below the frame were the splinters of glass, now just reflecting the room instead of a swirling portal.

You were gone.

Crewel nearly throttled Crowley to get any information about that portal that he could. All Crowley could provide was the number he'd written on the back of the frame, a three, and suggested there may be others with that number. Other mirrors had recognizable names on the back, Clock Town square, Fleur City waterways, Scalding Sands outskirts. A few also had numbers, three ones, a five, two busted mirrors with a four on the back and the word dangerous, two had apparently been so uninhabitable that he tossed the mirror out entirely. He explained that he wasn't sure where the numbered mirrors led, they were not familiar lands to him. The ones all led to the exact same spot in a field of flowers he'd never laid eyes on, nor had you upon bringing one back, the five led to the inside of a locked room with lettering inscribed in the walls that you didn't recognize from your world. Three had led to a bustling city street. Crowley had led you through it once during his investigations. You recognized the area, but it was wrong. The way you'd described it was that it looked like three major cities from your world had been mashed together, and the lettering on the signs was unlike anything you'd seen. It wasn't home, but it had given Crowley the idea that he'd been getting close. Crewel sent the Housewardens out of the office at the explanation, and no one argued with his tone, the group of them too shaken by watching their friend disappear before their eyes.

"Bring them back." Crewel snapped as soon as the door closed behind the students.

"I'm sure they're fine, Divus, they even said themselves that it was similar to their home--"

Crewel grabbed him by the lapels on his jacket and dragged him back over to the shattered remains of the mirror. "Similar is not good enough, Dire." He snarled at the man. "You swore you would send them home, not abandon them in another unfamiliar place. Now, it is my pup that is lost as a result of your negligence and you will bring them back here, or so help me, I will--!"

"Alright! Yes, I will work on getting another portal open to them, but it will take time." Crowley agreed, if only to soothe over Crewel's rage. "It took months to find something that resembled their home the first time, and I haven't managed it again."

"Then I guess you had better get started."

The waiting was by far the hardest part. Every day for the first two weeks he would stop by Crowley's office to make sure he was working towards getting you back and to see if there were any developments. There were none. He was there in that office every day he didn't have classes, trying desperately to open the right portal. He and Crowley had told the Housewardens not to say anything to anyone yet, not wanting to worry the friends Crewel had watched you make. After the first two weeks of waiting, they could no longer keep it from Grim. Surprisingly enough, after telling him the news, Grim decided to stick close to Crewel in his free time. He's quieter now that you're missing, knowing he can't do anything. And Crewel said nothing. Azul and Riddle offered Crowley their help in creating portals to try to bring you back, Crewel almost had to threaten him to let them help. Eventually, when news finally spread about the reason behind your disappearance, Malleus came by to offer his assistance as well. It had been four weeks at this point, the five of them working together had managed to open eight new portals to places they didn't recognize, getting rid of every portal that led to another place in Twisted Wonderland to make room for the portals to other worlds in case one of them led to you and they just didn't realize it yet.

The waiting was agonizing. Crewel would, more often than not, end up sleeping at his desk in his office after staying too late with Crowley making portals and having to stay up longer to grade assignments. His office felt so quiet without you inserting yourself every day, he'd gotten so used to grading papers while you talked to him about your day that it was now hard to focus on it in the silence. But he had a duty to all his other students. So he kept teaching, training his other pups correctly lest they stray in his absence. But even the students noticed the change. He was quicker to anger, more harsh in his grading which they didn't think was possible, less tolerant of even the smallest mistakes. Trein had to pull him aside one day, three weeks after, to tell him he needed to take a break, that students were confiding in him about Crewel's behavior. He knew how he was acting, he knew how exhausted he was, but how could he be expected to stop when he knew you were out there somewhere? His kid was missing somewhere so far out of reach that finding them was, at this point, down to a shot in the dark, how could he be expected to take a break?

Four weeks had gone by with no sign of the portal you'd gone through. Riddle had dropped his appearances down to just the weekends, Azul had stopped coming entirely while claiming that he had to focus on the Lounge, Malleus returned every day like clockwork to try to find his dearest friend, but even he was starting to lose hope. Crewel still spent every waking moment that he wasn't fulfilling his role as a teacher on finding you. He had to drag Crowley back into the search a few times, and they'd fought about it more than once. Crewel, exhausted from lack of sleep and daily accumulation of blot, would shout at Crowley for not caring nearly enough that one of the students was missing, not caring enough to put his all into finding them again, how it was just like him to think his problems were solved once you were out of reach. Crowley would argue back that he was doing all he could, but he couldn't drop everything to look for one student when there were hundreds more to look after. They were in the middle of one of their arguments when Riddle stepped out of one of the portals, a medium sized vanity mirror they'd hung on the wall.

"Excuse me, Headmaster?" Riddle called out, causing the men to stop shouting long enough to listen. "You said it was a city street corner, correct?"

"Neon lights and the smell of the ocean, yes." Crowley nodded, crossing his arms.

"I believe I found it."

The two men glanced at each other quickly, silently agreeing to set aside their differences for the moment, and rushed forward to the mirror, letting it pull them through to the other side. They stepped out and landed on a cracked sidewalk atop a hill, neon lights reflecting off the puddles on the road, cars rushing past. Looking back, it seemed their portal had manifested in the window of a shop, the display inside blocking anyone in the store from seeing them suddenly appear in the street.

"This is it." Crowley confirmed before turning to go back through the portal. "I'll go see about getting a search party together and we can--"

Crewel didn't wait for him to finish, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting your name down the street. There was barely any chance you stuck around on this road for four weeks, but he had to try. He didn't notice Crowley step through the portal again, and he paid no mind to the people watching him shouting your name like a mad man. He had to try. They'd found the connection, they'd come this far, you were within reach again, he couldn't just give up now. He wandered down the street, still shouting your name. The sun was setting on this unfamiliar world, he didn't want to risk not being able to find the portal home again for fear of not being able to lead you to it, but he couldn't just give up now. He ran a hand through his already messy hair in distress, eyes darting frantically around at the faces that were passing him by. Where would you have gone if you left? He didn't want to even entertain the idea of the worst having happened. The sun had disappeared below the horizon and his voice had gone hoarse from yelling when he heard it. He wasn't exactly sure what it was over the sounds of the cars rushing past and over the puddles in the road, but it made ears perk up. He looked around again, spinning around to try to find where it had come from when he heard it again, across the street. Your voice.

"Dad?!" You shouted over the rush of the cars, absolutely beaming when he finally made eye contact.

"Pup!" Crewel nearly collapsed in relief, he could feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Hold on, I'm coming to you! Just stay there!" You shouted back, bouncing in place for a moment before disappearing into the crowd.

He felt the anxiety take hold again once he couldn't see you anymore, but you looked fine. Healthy, not injured, fed, even from a distance he could tell you were okay. He took his moment alone to thank the Sevens for that, if nothing else.

"How did you find me?!" You asked through a laugh as you emerged from the crowd and approached him.

You met his hug with equal fervor as he pulled you tight against him, the relief of having you within arms reach shattering any remaining decorum his sleep deprivation had left him with. He didn't hold you long, however, pulling you back by the shoulders to examine you. He was right. Healthy, not injured, not starving. A little dirty, bags under your eyes, but those could be fixed. You were safe, and that was all that mattered.

"We've been looking for you for weeks, Pup." He admitted, shoulders sagging under the weight of the relief. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. I tried to get back through the portal but it must've closed behind me." You chuckled as you showed him your knuckles, cuts scabbed over now. "I got pissed off and punched it. I'm just glad I didn't get arrested for breaking the window, honestly."

"You and me both." Crewel shook his head, thinking it just like you. "The mirror shattered when it hit the floor, that's why you couldn't get back. You don't look like you've been sleeping in alleys, at least."

"No, I found a shelter to stay at, and I've been coming back here every day to wait for someone to come get me." You explained quickly. "I'm so glad you came."

"Of course I did." He sighed, putting a hand on top of your head. "I wasn't about to leave you here."

"Thanks Dad." You said quietly, stepping forward to hug him again. He held you close, rubbing your back as he did. "Can we go home now?"

"Yes, Pup. Let's go home."

Upon your return to Twisted Wonderland, while you were greeting Riddle and Malleus who had just been waiting for you to emerge, Crewel finally realized he could put words to the worry he was feeling during the waiting.

He didn't know how he was supposed to say good-bye to his child once Crowley finally found the right connection to send you home.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #divus crewel #papa crewel #twst crewel #crewel #professor crewel #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #i actually have no idea how to tag this one yall #mine #sorry I haven't put anything out in a bit it's been a wild week lmaoo anyways enjoy!#edit: reading this back six weeks is a long damn time so i switched it to four lol sorry

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nyxianwayfarer · 2 months ago

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The Escort AU

Pairing: Cabernet x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Content Tags: Jealousy, Possessiveness, Yandere Behavior (I mean, it's Cabernet, so are you really surprised?), Biting, Blood Kink (at least on Cabernet's part), Hot Tub Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Cabby also has a dick in this

Note: The first two sections are just set up for this AU since I do plan on writing more about it eventually. You can just skip to the 3rd section if you want to see Cabernet.

Additional Note: Given that you are an escort, there will be some vague mentions regarding other clients you might have had, such as Eirene and Chelsea. For the most part though, you'll be seen with Cabernet in this AU, but that's because I promised @sinful-lanterns something spicy with her wife. 🤭 ANGEY, COME GET YOUR FOOD! 😌

You originally took this job as a means to pay your mounting student loans, but you'd be lying if you weren't also a bit curious about how the upper echelons of DisCity lived their lives. Still, even with your friendly personality, even your employer was taken by surprise by how popular you'd be with the agency's clientele.

You were something of a miracle worker among your colleagues with your ability to handle some of the most difficult patrons. Such clients paid the fees for a companion, yes, but some had such a cold demeanor that it was difficult for your coworkers to perform their role to the best of their ability.

With you, however, it was very much the opposite effect.

You were capable of drawing something almost sweet out of even the most curmudgeonly or apathetic individuals.

Case in point: your first job had been with a higher-up from some intelligence department. Langley was beautiful and untouchable in the same way those millennia-old statues were—a timeless beauty in every sense of the word with her pale features and her cool, mint-green eyes that were so piercing in their intensity. That should have been her most prominent feature, but no. For you, that would have been the silvery tendrils of a seemingly spider-like mark over one of the woman's eyes, half-hidden beneath the shadows cast by the wide rim of her hat.

She had been cordial enough to you when she'd arranged to pick you up in the back of an armored limousine, but her personality seemed to shift when you both arrived at the event together. Her responses became more vague and noncommittal no matter who tried to draw her into conversation.

In fact, she seemed... bored.

While you hoped it was a result of the party—you were sure a woman of her stature had attended countless of these before to where they had long lost their excitable luster—a part of you couldn't help but think you were the cause for her standoffish behavior.

In an attempt to calm your nerves, you found yourself picking up flute after flute of champagne whenever a server passed by. You didn't know exactly how much alcohol you had imbibed over the course of those hours, but you did remember swaying enough on your feet that you felt an arm wrap around your waist to steady you.

Blearily, you looked up to see shadowed green eyes staring down at you with a raised brow—amusement just barely evident in that simple gesture. You felt the way your face heated up instantly beneath her gaze. When she quietly asked if you wanted to leave, you just shook your head sheepishly.

The entire exchange had been such a quick moment that none of the people you both had been mingling with noticed anything. Conversation continued on as normal at least until one man made some churlish remark regarding Sinners that had you bristling instantly.

Perhaps it was a result of all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, but without any mental filter in place, you soon launched yourself into a passionate tirade about Sinners and how they should be granted rights just as any citizen within DisCity.

"You stand with the likes of them?" he asked with a sneer, voice dripping condescendingly at the very thought.

"As far as I see it, they're no different than any non-Sinner: they can still be just as courteous as any other person, or they can be an absolute asshole like you," you countered.

For a moment, everything went silent. Wide eyes turned to you in surprise, and if you weren't so inebriated, perhaps you might have noticed that a few gazes had traveled to your date. Instead, you kept your eyes focused on your rival of sorts, and you felt a deep satisfaction when his face went red. From either embarrassment or rage, you couldn't tell. In any case, your moment of smugness went out the window when you heard Langley laughing loudly beside you.

Shocked, you turned to see that she had her head thrown back in delight as her laughter rang out. It was then that you realized the situation. You were here as a guest to Langley, and while her behavior seemed to indicate she was that wasn't angry at your outburst, you knew just how much the matter of reputation mattered to these people. There was a chance that you could have hurt Langley's.

Before you could apologize, the other woman pulled you closer to her side. "It seems that I've chosen a rather interesting date for the evening. Nevertheless, it's getting rather late. We should be taking our leave now."

Your group muttered their departing farewells, but you didn't put up any fight as Langley ushered you out of the building and into the backseat of a limousine that had already been waiting for you both. Langley didn't say anything else during the entire ride. Instead, she kept her focus on the tablet in her hands, typing out series of messages with a smirk still on her lips.

Your own sense of mortification was growing though, and by the time the limousine had reached your apartment, you had to insist to both Langley and her driver that you were fine to make it back to your door just fine. You wanted to distance yourself from the night as much as possible and any reminder of it.

You were certain that you had overstepped your role as an escort. That was the thought that rang in your head as you sniffed quietly in the shower, your dress all but forgotten on the tiles. Your first job as an escort, and you had ruined it. You couldn't help but groan as you eventually dragged yourself to bed, realizing that you were never going to get out of the debt of your student loans.

Although you felt guilty for it, you called into work and told them you likely weren't going to be in tomorrow. Thankfully, the receptionist sounded sympathetic, but given who your client was, she likely understand how drained you were. With that out of the way, you pulled the covers over your head and willed yourself to forget the disaster of tonight.

---THE NEXT MORNING---

You blearily woke to the sound of repeated knocking at your door. With considerable effort, you dragged yourself out of bed to answer it and found a cheerful deliveryman there.

"Good morning, ma'am! Where would you like me to set this all up?"

"Wait..." You were still trying to blink the sleep away from your eyes, but you were certain you heard him wrong. "Set what up?"

His delivery had apparently been a considerable one.

He happily wheeled in a wine chiller that—from what you could see on the box anyway—was capable of holding up to 50 bottles within it. That wasn't even the most outrageous thing. Oh, no, that went to the large wooden crate he wheeled in afterwards. Atop was a simple note that had been addressed to you.

Until next time, Rookie. -L

Inside the crate in question, however, were bottles upon bottles of champagne. Given how much you drank of it last night, she likely thought you this particular brand was your favorite.

Oh, this is just embarrassing...

As the deliveryman began settling the champagne into their new home in the wine chiller—despite your flustered insistence that you could do it instead—you were startled out of wits when you heard your phone ring.

It took a little time to find it. You had apparently tossed it aside with your dress in your drunken state, but on the screen, you could see several missed texts and calls from your employer, which only made you wince.

That surely couldn't be good.

You were able to get the call to connect before it went to voicemail. "H-hello?"

"Where have you been?!"

"Well, I—"

"Nevermind that! I don't what you did last night, but our phone lines have been ringing constantly since we opened! They're all asking for you specifically as their escort!"

You could only stare dumbfoundedly at the wall as you tried to register the information. Your employer only continued on, unaware. From their tone, they seemed absolutely delighted by this turn of events.

"Look, I know this is all probably a bit unexpected considering you just finished your first job last night," they began, "but these requests are honestly from of the biggest names in Eastside. If you accept, I can guarantee you'll be booked solid for at least the next three months. If you're interested, come down to the office whenever you can, and we can update your contract with the hours you'd like. We'll make sure you're not overworked."

---SOME TIME LATER---

From that moment on, your schedule was often booked by the most prominent individuals in the city. Countess Chelsea was a frequent client of your agency, according to your coworkers. The woman was utterly notorious for spoiling whomever was her intended companion for the day. You were no different, of course, but you were always a little skittish about wearing the accessories that were now overflowing from your jewelry box. They were all so expensive after all...

There were other names on that list too though, which included the CEO of Quinn, which had shocked your employer. The woman had apparently tried your agency's services once several years ago, but she had never made another request for as escort until after your night with Langley. Sometimes you wondered if that had been a coincidence, but you'd never seen either women interact with one another before, so perhaps you were probably overthinking the situation?

In any case, you were now hanging off Eirene's arm as she held court with her inner circle and her sea of admirers—a true queen of the business world. It hadn't been a major you pursued during college, but you understood enough to make polite conversation and offer a diplomatic rebuttal when others voiced that you didn't belong there.

The latter was something that seemed to please Eirene, strangely enough.

She wasn't a woman to wear her heart on her sleeve by any means of the imagination, but you did catch the bare hint of a smile on her lips at your remark before she turned to address another colleague. However, it was the gentle pressure of her hand against your hip that best indicated her approval—pleased with her choice of escort.

Before you could preen beneath such acknowledgment, you felt someone's eyes at your back. It wasn't a particular invasive sensation—the type meant to make you feel small and worthless.

No.

Someone wanted your attention.

Out of curiosity, you turned to look over your shoulder and from across the room, you found a pair of lavender eyes catching your gaze steadily. The woman's lips were as vibrant as her hair—a bold red—that turned upwards into a satisfied smirk, but before you could begin to imagine why, she was already turning her own attention back to her own throng of fans.

You'd heard of Cabernet before of course.

There were few who weren't aware of the sole heiress to the Franc family—an absolute marvel of the culinary world. In fact, ever since you had found yourself mingling within the circles of high society, it was rare for her not to be at any event that you were made a plus one to. She wasn't someone one could easily miss in a crowd. Like Eirene, the woman was a queen of her chosen field, and she was to be given just as much admiration and respect.

"So this is what money gets you, eh?"

You felt Eirene stiffen next to you at the words, and she pulled you further into her space before a wandering man could stumble directly into you. Your eyes were still watering from how much alcohol you smell on his breath as he attempted to proposition you.

"I've got what you need, girl. After we're done, you might as well be paying me for the pleasure!" he declared, breaking out into uproarious laughter at his own words, heedless of the scene he was causing.

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

He jerked his head unsteadily towards your date, who was currently waving two of the security team over. "She bought you, didn't she?" He scoffed. "I don't care how fancy they dress you girls up in. You can't be any better than the whores that line up at the corners of the Red Light District."

His words brought a round of sharp gasps from the guests around you. While this hadn't been the first time someone had made baseless assumptions about your duties as an escort, it was still an annoyance—one you were going to correct.

"I don't know you think you are, but—"

"Mr. Moreau."

You watched with almost bewildered fascination as color seemed to drain from your harasser's face at the call of his apparent name. Not that he could be blamed. There was little mistaking the authority in the voice addressing him even with the calm elegance it had been delivered with, for standing behind him was none other than Cabernet Franc herself.

"I believe you've outstayed your welcome here."

"I take it you know this man?" Eirene inferred coolly even as security finally managed to weave their way through the crowd.

"Him? Ah, yes. He was the owner and Executive Chef at La Rouge."

There was a rush of shocked murmurs at this revelation, which only left you more confused, but with the sudden scrutiny directed towards him, the man soon began shrinking almost into himself. Cabernet placed her hands primly atop her cane as she regarded Eirene.

"Would you let me handle this?"

A current of... something seemed to pass between the two women, but then Eirene nodded curtly.

"I'll defer to your wisdom on this if you'd prefer to deal with him. Do let me know if security will be needed. I may as well get my money's worth for their presence tonight."

Upon the acceptance of her offer, you were almost convinced Cabernet's lavender eyes seemed to glow, but they soon were hidden again as she lidded them, smiling, expression utterly serene. "Oh, that won't be necessary. I'm sure it's hardly escaped anyone's notice how far he's fallen in his misfortune. I believe an intervention coaxing him towards the help he needs would be far kinder."

And then Cabernet had led the man away although the latter looked more like a misbegotten pup timidly following after its owner. Nevertheless, activity within the ballroom seemed to return to normal again, enough to where Eirene had escorted you out onto the floor to dance once the music started up again. She led your steps, of course, but as you followed her lead, you couldn't help but ask her about Moreau.

Your eyes widened in response to the information.

You'd heard of La Rouge in passing but not necessarily of the chef at its head. It had apparently been one of the most popular restaurants when it debuted in Eastside several years ago. It had earned considerable acclaim by the city's elite.

...at least until Cabernet had dined there one evening.

You weren't as much of a foodie as some of your colleagues were, but the general impression was that while the woman hadn't been particularly scathing in her review, it seemed she had still been deeply unimpressed. From there, attendance to La Rouge sharply declined even when Moreau desperately tried to keep it afloat with only a skeleton staff at hand. However, given the high rent for such a large establishment in one of the premier locations of Eastside along with dwindling profits, La Rouge closed its doors within the same year of Cabernet's visit.

You weren't entirely certain how many songs you and Eirene had both danced to, but it was easy enough to notice how she slowly stopped moving. You looked up in confusion only to see her gaze directed over your head. Your lips parted to voice your worry only to have someone else speak behind you.

"Might I trouble your date for one dance before the evening is over, Miss Campbell?"

As if she couldn't allow the very thought of her to leave your mind, there Cabernet stood behind you with a smile. When Eirene didn't answer, however, you glanced up to see her looking at you expectantly. It was clear that while she paid for your services for the night, she wouldn't take your autonomy away from you. You just shrugged sheepishly.

"I don't mind."

Eirene seemed to have anticipated this however, but her gaze was still sharp as she regarded Cabernet whose expression remained as tranquil as ever. "You have one dance then," she declared coolly as she released your hands. "And not a moment longer."

---

"I'd almost believed she wouldn't part with you."

"Eirene?" you asked aloud as Cabernet led you into a slow waltz. "She's been kind." Truthfully, she'd been nothing of courteous towards you. All your clients were actually—even the ones with seemingly unapproachable reputations.

"Yes. She normally doesn't take an interest in anyone enough to allow them to accompany her to these events. When I saw you walk in on her arm, I knew you had to be quite special. You must be in order to tread the waters of this world so easily."

Her words seemed especially cryptic, but given how particularly cutthroat the corporate world could be for the uninitiated, you wouldn't be surprised if she were warning you of some danger, especially given the scene earlier.

"That man from earlier... Mr. Moreau? He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

She blinked, almost taken aback by your concern. Then, she threw her head back in gentle laughter. "Oh, Sweet Morsel... You're so very adorable. For a man like that to bother me, he'd have to have the fangs necessary to do so. As it was, he was little more than a gnat buzzing by my ear—a minor inconvenience if noticed, but in the grand scheme of things?" When she smiled, you almost thought you caught the edge of something sharp in the gesture. "He's inconsequential at best. He likely understands that more readily now after our conversation, but let's not concern ourselves with the rabble. Certainly not when I've waited this long to formally meet you."

Technically, you hadn't even introduced yourself to her yet, and you were about to voice that when you suddenly began blushing as she leaned her head down towards you. She grinned.

"They may have won your attention first, but I'll have my time with you yet..."

Without really meaning to, you found yourself getting lost in her eyes. Did they seem brighter than normal? And who were they?

A small gasp left your lips as she slid her cheek past yours—in lieu of a kiss apparently—to whisper in your ear.

"Until next time, Sweet Morsel of mine..."

---SOME TIME LATER---

It was hardly any wonder that Cabernet found herself booked into your schedule.

Your duties as an escort were to offer a sense of comfortable companionship, especially when it came to social events. Involving yourself with someone else in that manner, however, offered a connection at times—one that could be seen as intimate. That intimacy could take shape in many forms.

The Countess spoiled you with any material thing that held your attention for more than a few seconds, and PDA was always a given with her. In fact, she highly encouraged it with you!

Quinn's CEO and the 9th Agency's Director always acted as befitting of their roles in the public eye, so they were more subtle in their affections. In the bedroom, however, they saw that your needs were always met as well as theirs, but nothing could really prepare you for how ravenous Cabernet's sexual appetite was...

It was somewhat surprising since she seemed to keep a certain amount of distance between herself and others. With you, however, she was always touching you in some manner. It could be chaste as handholding or her palm upon your hip to help direct you through crowded parties. Sometimes, it was more overt like with a nip at your ear when she felt you weren't paying enough attention to her. Regardless, it seemed she constantly wanted you near her, much to the envy of her admirers. Nothing was ever done without your consent, of course, and you couldn't deny the burst of thrill at some of the escapades you two got into.

As if knowing you were thinking about her, you felt the bulge of her cock hardening beneath your bottom. You made to shift your weight off her lap, concerned that you might be making her uncomfortable, but she wrapped her arms around your middle, keeping you in place.

Cabernet had invited you as her plus one to the grand opening of a restaurant. The Executive Chef had personally invited her to attend, and as a guest of honor, she had also given her a table consisting of only you and her. There had been two chairs to sit at of course—both on the same side at Cabernet's insistence. Still, it wasn't long until Cabernet had also suggested you sit upon a far better seat...

"Did you do as I asked?" she murmured as she pressed a line of kisses against the back of your shoulder.

You couldn't help but blush as you eyed the tables around you both, but the other attendants were more focused on the meals in from of them. "Yes."

Cabernet had requested that you wear your dress without any underwear. The garment had been personally handpicked by her for the long slit up the sides. Her own dress was was a dark plum in color that looked almost black under certain lighting. It also had two artistically-asymmetrical slits along the left side of her body that exposed parts of her pale skin. The trim along the opened edges held adornments that looked like crystal black teeth, so the visual effect was as if there were two gaping maws waiting to consume anything near it.

It was an interesting choice.

You thought it was a fun little nod to the event itself. Still, you couldn't deny the easy access Cabernet's dress provided for you both. You moved the train of your dress out of the way while reaching behind you to fish for Cabernet's cock. You could feel how she was already half hard as your fingers wrapped around her. She helped raise you off her lap enough so that you could guide the thick tip towards your entrance. Once the head sank in, you felt the weight of her shaft immediately behind it. You were already wet from the anticipation of her request, so it didn't take much more than a bit of slow rocking between you both to have her fully seated inside you.

You felt her warm breath against your neck as she sighed contentedly. She gave one more indulgent rock of her hips, which you had to bite your lip against to keep from moaning aloud. Then, she proceeded to pick up her silverware and cut into the fish that had been served to you both. You were eating more than she was, but that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Her explanation always seemed to be that she was far more interested in your thoughts on food.

All the while, she remained hard inside you, and you could feel every twitch of her shaft with every move she made. Although you were both in a rather scandalous situation, the idea wasn't really for her to reach her peak anytime soon. Cabernet just loved feeling you wrapped around her like this, and she wanted to savor it for the entire event.

You were in the middle of sampling another bite of the flaky fish from her fork, and you nearly choked on it when you saw a waiter heading towards you both to refill your drinks. Cabernet, on the other hand, didn't seem the least bit bothered. With the large white napkin covering your lap and the loose, flowing length of your dress covering her own, nothing seemed at all amiss for the waiter. If he noticed your blush, he likely assumed it to be a result of you simply sitting atop your date's lap. After all, Cabernet Franc rarely handed out attention like this so easily.

When you were both left alone again, she praised you for keeping your composure so well.

"Well done, my dear." She rewarded you by thrusting up into you once, which left you gasping. She smirked. "All in all, I'd say this was a rather enjoyable evening although I'm not entirely certain the food was worth all the fanfare. Your presence more than made up for it. Speaking of which..." She licked at the shell of your ear, which had you shivering pleasurably. "I'm expected to be at another banquet in two weeks' time. Will you be free to attend it with me?"

"I..." You were almost ready to accept the offer immediately, but then you frowned as you reached for your phone. "Wait, let me check my calendar first."

As you scrolled through your schedule for the month, you noticed how her grip seemed to tighten almost imperceptibly at your waist—perhaps disconcerted with the fact that you didn't immediately know the answer to her question.

it couldn't be helped though.

As one of the more popular girls of the escort company, your schedule was often packed. Still, you couldn't help but feel disappointed when you saw an event booked throughout the entire week Cabernet had been requesting. When you turned your head to relay all this to her, she seemed understanding. Her smile remained polite as always towards you, but you couldn't help but notice how her eyes seemed to harden at their edges.

"Very well, Sweet Girl... I can wait."

---A MONTH LATER---

A limousine had been called to take you to Cabernet's estate. It was already well into the evening, but the party within still seemed to be in full swing. You thanked the driver as he opened the car door for you, but you couldn't help but shiver as the night air fell upon you.

"There's my darling sugar baby!"

You looked up to see Countess Chelsea coming down the stairs with a grin upon her face at your presence. At your appearance, however, her expression turned to one of concern.

"And you look like you're about to catch your death out here."

Chelsea pulled her own coat off to settle it upon your shoulders. Given the extravagant amount of fur on it, it still retained a great deal of the woman's body heat, and you could feel it warming you up instantly. You were going to protest the offer since now Chelsea would be the one left out in the cold, but the woman merely wagged a finger at your playfully.

"Now, now. Don't argue. I'm hardly going to be out here for long." And true to her word, her own pink limousine pulled up to the front of the estate.

"Ah. You're leaving already?"

"Yes. I have a business meeting overseas that I need to get to, so I stayed long enough to greet our guest of honor and mingle for a little bit." She grinned. "But don't be sad, babe! You know you and I will see each other again eventually!" Her eyes seemed to sparkle delightedly as she leaned down to press a parting kiss to your cheek. "Now get inside! No reason to stay out in this weather!"

The temperature inside was considerably warmer thankfully. This was the first time you'd actually been to Cabernet's estate though, and you weren't quite certain where to go. Fate, however, seemed to smile upon you because you heard a familiar voice calling out to you.

"There you are, Sweet Girl."

You looked up just in time to see Cabernet descending the staircase near the foyer. She was dressed to the nines, looking like an absolute dream in the dark sheath that hugged every curve of her body. Her expression indicated she was happy to see you, but you saw how her steps and her smile seemed to freeze in place when she took in Countess Chelsea's signature fur coat draped around your shoulders.

"I see someone else has already gotten to you first." Her tone was even and calm even if you couldn't help but fidget in place beneath it.

"I ran into the Countess on the way in. She was just worried that I'd be cold."

"Well..." Cabernet fully descended the steps then, and she wrapped her arm around your waist to guide you elsewhere. "You don't need to worry about such things in here. Come. Let me help you put that away."

---IN THE COAT CLOSET---

It was ridiculous that something as mundane as a coat closet could somehow be twice the size of your own apartment. The ones in Cabernet's estate boasted rows upon rows of shelves and racks for guests to put their outerwear and accessories away, but the space of the room wasn't what was taking your breath away.

Cabernet was doing that well enough on her own.

She had pushed you in to the farthest corner of the room behind from shelving, and you barely had time to turn around to face her before she was on you. Your borrowed coat had fallen to the floor beneath you, and for that, you were grateful. The garment had likely saved you from potential carpet burn from how hard Cabernet seemed to be thrusting into you. She didn't take time to pull your underwear off. She just moved it far enough to the side to slip inside you. From her pace, it was like she was trying to imprint her very essence into your soul.

You already came twice from her complete and single-minded determination in that regard. You were just coming down from the lull of your latest orgasm when you looked up at her curiously. She looked as magnificent as ever even with her mane of wild, crimson hair, looking every bit like a huntress who had caught her prey. Still, you found yourself paying attention to those unique eyes of hers. They seemed to be... lighter?

Before you ponder upon that fact for more than a second though, you found yourself suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach. You couldn't stop your breathless curse of surprise against the fur coat beneath you when she thrusted into you again.

Cabernet always felt bigger when she took you from behind.

And you knew she still hadn't come yet.

The girth of her cock inside you felt as heavy as ever, and she definitely made you feel it. While your upper torso was still pressed to the floor, she effortlessly lifted you up by your hips to hammer into you—unsatisfied by any amount of distance between you both. The slap of flesh in the otherwise empty room felt like thunder going off inside your ears, and you moaned helplessly when you felt her teeth at the crook of your neck.

Cabernet still needed more.

You knew enough of her sexual appetite to understand this side of her.

Weakly, you reached behind you to touch Cabernet's hand atop your thigh, which she gripped tightly, as if trying to make sure you couldn't move away. You felt the rumbling whine against your neck like she was anticipating you wanting her to stop or slow down when she had yet to be satisfied.

Instead, you entwined your fingers with hers, pressing her palm firmly against your thigh. "You...you can go harder," you said breathlessly.

There was a moment when Cabernet completely went still above you at your words.

Then, she released an absolutely carnal moan before she placed a hand at the small of your back. The force was enough that your knees immediately splayed out on either side of you to where you were now pressed completely flat against the floor. She roughly rucked up the length of your dress to bunch it around around your waist, and you could feel the fur of the coat brush against your inner thighs with every thrust. You felt that sensation most keenly at your clit as the fine strands parted and wrapped itself around the little nub with every stroke back and forth.

Cabernet seemed to keep you in torment that way for the longest time as she held you down and completely laid into you. While you had tried to remain quiet in the beginning—you were still at a party after all—Cabernet would roll her hips in such a way to press at a point inside you that you couldn't help but cry out.

You heard a gasp that came from neither of you along with quick, muffled footsteps leading further away until the door to the coat closet slammed shut. In your current state, you couldn't even begin to tell how far the guest—or even guests perhaps—had intruded into the room before finding you both. Ordinarily, you'd be embarrassed beyond belief at being caught in such a predicament.

Instead, you only tightened harder around Cabernet's cock, and that was finally enough to send her over the edge. You felt the pinprick of pain at your neck first before the deep throb of her shaft, sending wave after wave of seed inside you. You hadn't seen each other in over a month, and you could only imagine how badly she'd been backed up.

After some time, she finally released your neck from her teeth, and she was kind enough to lick away the slow trickle of blood as she idly rocked her hips into you, still trying to ensure enough of her remained inside you as possible. As the guest of honor, however, she couldn't remain gone forever, no matter how much you both wished otherwise.

It was with immense reluctance that she pulled out of you at all, and you whimpered when your oversensitive cunt was finally empty. You could still feel her warm seed spilling out of you though. It was forming a sticky mess between your legs as it seeped into the fur coat beneath you.

You felt like a newborn foal as you were helped onto your shaky legs. It felt unfair that Cabernet already looked more presentable than you —not to mention a great deal more relaxed. It was as if the past hour hadn't occurred at all for her, but you still felt the powerful aftereffects of her affections.

She helped wipe away most of the evidence splattered across your thighs with the discarded coat, but then she slid your underwear back into place, stopping the slow flow of cum still inside you. With a pleased hum, she gently patted your folds, which had you blushing harder with the words that came after.

"A late night snack for me to enjoy later."

Cabernet had scheduled you for the entire weekend, and you still had the whole night to get through with her first. Now thoroughly satisfied, she led you out of the room. You made to grab Chelsea's coat off the floor, feeling awkward for simply leaving it there, but Cabernet's grip was firm.

"Leave it," she said, her tone dismissive of the item. "It's already soiled after all. We've much better things to concern ourselves with."

---AFTERPARTY---

You thanked all your lucky stars that all the guests had already gone home for the evening because you were certain the hot tub wasn't meant to be utilized this way...

A sharp cry left you throat, and you placed your hands over Cabernet's forearms to help steady yourself as you leaned back against her. With her strength, she had positioned you until you were in front of one of the jets. You were gasping for breath when you felt the strong stream of water hitting your clit. Your entire body shook when she pulled back the hood on the already oversensitive nub, exposing as much of it as possible to the tub jet. The sensation was enough to make you cum, your cunt squeezing repeatedly around nothing although that wouldn't be the case for long.

Cabernet took the opportunity to slide herself eagerly into you while you were still in the throes of your climax. Mercifully, however, she moved you away from the jet of water, knowing the dual stimulation was far too much for you to handle at the moment. She moved to sit back down on the tub's bench, content to let you cockwarm her. However, just as Cabernet was greedy for your touch, you were just as greedy for hers.

As such, you turned yourself around in her lap and began riding her slowly beneath the moonlight as she laid her arms out on the side of the tub, smirking up at you. After all, who wouldn't be smug at having a beautiful woman ride them?

With the excitement you both shared earlier though, you weren't in any rush to reach another high, and she understood that. She sighed with satisfaction as she dropped her head back, letting her rich, red hair fan out behind her. You bit your lap at such a sensual image, unconsciously squeezing around her, which she encouraged with a subtle rock of her hips.

"Sweet Girl, I will offer you anything you desire," she said, and the yearning tone had you looking at her once more. Even beneath those hooded eyes, you were certain they were glowing this time, but Cabernet didn't seem the least bit interested in hiding them. In fact, as she palmed your hips, she seemed to encourage you to look your fill, letting you fall beneath the gaze of a predator who would never know a hunger sated.

At least not when it came to you.

Her smile was sharp and all-consuming as she regarded you. "So long as you are mine..."

#🌕 dreaming beneath the moonlight #ptn cabernet #ptn smut #ptn x reader #ptn cabernet x reader #sorry this took so long angey!#work has just been so damn hectic 😭#and yes i know this is long #i'm trying to set up a couple things in case i wanted to write more about this AU with some of the other ladies 😅

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