#I am very excited to have a little celebration tonight and make people read some gay mythology

[anti-gravity-insanity]

Merry happy Ampelia!!

[thecuriousbeauty]

during the early shows of the "live on tour" era, when him were still performing in theaters, harry couldn’t take his eyes off a fan while he was on stage. so he takes her to the backstage after the show (or to his hotel room).

That Special Girl- Harry Styles x reader (Fluff)

A/N:-Put a little spin to this, I hope you all like it! Thank you for the request anon, and for patiently waiting! Please like and reblog to support me, xx.

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You don’t usually take this route on your morning runs, but today, you were craving those soft, buttery, warm croissants from the bakery down the street for breakfast. You definitely deserved it after your run. And today was going to be a very special day in your life, you needed to start the day right. So you didn’t mind the mild crowd you had to run through to make it to the bakery.

All you could think about was going to your first Harry Styles’ concert that evening! He was finally coming to your city and you weren’t going to let go of the opportunity to see one of your favorite singers perform live. Sadly, your best friend couldn’t go with you, so you were going alone but you were sure you’d make friends once you got there. That was also something you were excited about. Being around so many people who share your same interests. 

Just as you were about to enter the bakery, you saw someone familiar on their morning run. Your eyes squinted to make sure what they were seeing was really true. 

Wow, even before you got to the concert.

It was Harry Styles!

He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and blue shorts, shades protecting his eyes. You had to try so hard not to freak out, because the last thing you wanted was to be like some of those crazy fans. You admired Harry, yes, but you believed everyone, celebrity or not, should have the privacy of at least not getting disturbed while on their morning run. 

He was running towards where you came from, where you knew there was a crowd, so even though you were nervous and not quite sure if the words would form proper sentences once you opened your mouth, you decided to warn him.

“U-Uh, Harry?”, you spoke as he was just about to whizz past you, and he stopped. You couldn’t read his expression very well, but you continued. “You don’t wanna run that way, it’s pretty crowded.”

While you were talking, he tapped on his phone, probably to stop the music from his ear pods. “Oh. Oh, okay.”, he said, a little surprised. He probably thought you stopped him for a photo or something. He stared at you for a few seconds, while you were wondering if you had made any mistakes in the one sentence you spoke .

“I-I’ll go back the same way, then. Thanks, love.”, he smiled, dimples popping and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were crinkling. 

“Yeah, of course.”, you smiled back. “Good luck for the show tonight!”, it slipped out before you could think if it was okay to say.

“Thank you! Are you coming?”, he asks, still smiling.

“I am, actually.”

“That’s amazing. I’ll see you tonight, then, love. Gotta go now, thanks again. Bye bye.”

“Bye bye”, you find yourself repeating, and Harry chuckles before running away. You’re still in a daze as you turn to the bakery, almost hitting your head on the transparent glass door, not realizing that you have to open it. You laugh at yourself, and open the door, the smell of those delicious croissants making you beam. Today was going to be a great day.

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“I’ll take so many videos for you.”, you tell your best friend through a video call as you do your hair, getting ready for the show. 

“You better! You look so hot, y/n, I won’t be surprised if Harry himself falls for you.”, she says, winking at you through the screen and you laugh. You had picked out a black top, with a translucent sparkly cover on top, pairing it with a silver skirt. You did your makeup minimally, except for your eyes, you put on some shimmery eye shadow. Once you were ready, you said bye to your best friend and got going.

You reach the venue, chatting up with a few girls immediately, sharing bracelets and just sharing where you’re all from. You were led to your places when the show was about to start, and you had fun while the opening act was going on. You weren’t dancing yet though, you were saving your energy for when Harry would take the stage.

And finally, there he was. The man you saw in the morning, except now he was radiating more confidence and charm. He was up there probably doing his favorite thing in the world. He looked incredibly attractive in his outfit for the night, silky light blue pants paired with a pink and blue jacket. The color combinations complimented his features wonderfully, not to mention the perfectly placed tattoos over his chest and abdomen.

You sang along with the rest of the crowd as Harry started Music for a Sushi Restaurant. Harry was running around all over the stage, and his eyes were drifting around, looking everywhere while he continued to sing. It seemed like he was searching for something, or someone. 

When he gets to your side of the stage, for a minute, you feel like his eyes meet yours, and you’re not able to make sure because of all the lighting and there are a lot of people around you. But you can confirm he was indeed looking at you, because he grins as he brings his hand up and gives you a wave. 

You gasp and wave back. He remembers you from the morning!

For the rest of the show, you noticed that Harry was coming to your side of the stage quite often, and even looking at you as you sang the lyrics back to him. He would even lean over slightly, almost as if he was directly singing to you. You enjoyed all the songs and Harry’s energy was infectious. He kept bouncing around the stage, cracking jokes, reading out signs, making people happy and being the man he is. During the last song, which was Kiwi, he did his little dance and you did the same with your new friend next to you, and he stopped to watch you both, amused.

“Oh my god, he liked our dance!”, she squeals next to you.

You definitely had a lot to tell your best friend.

You’re having mixed feelings by the end of the show. Happy because you had THE BEST night ever, and sad because it’s over. You were gonna have to say goodbye to your new friends, and to Harry. 

Little did you know, Harry had different plans.

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Harry couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even as he was running through the crowd to go backstage, escorted by the security, he was looking over to where you stood, hoping to catch another glimpse of you.

But he couldn’t find you. He was too taken back by your beauty and kindness that he even forgot to ask your name in the morning. But he wasn’t gonna give up. He needed a chance to see you again.

So he asked his security to find you, telling them where you had been for the show. 

“Well this is a first, special girl eh, mate?”, Mitch teases him backstage, chugging down some cold water. 

“I’m just curious to know more about her.”, Harry says, not denying what Mitch had said. Clearly everyone in his band had noticed that he was watching a particular someone in the crowd. He thought he hadn’t made it so obvious.

Harry walked around, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, and Sarah passed him some water too. “Calm down, H, they’ll find her. Even if they can’t, if you really want to see her, we’ll figure something out.”

“How?”, he asked.

Sarah winked. “Leave that to me. Your fans are capable of a lot of things, you know.”

Harry didn’t question that. 

To his absolute delight, security had indeed found you, and Harry rushed into a separate room to meet you, not wanting to scare you with the whole band. He thought you would probably be nervous about all of this too.

There you stood, clutching your bag in one hand, your arm covered with bracelets, and his eyes shifted to your face, seeing you up close for the second time today. 

God, you were gorgeous.

Strikingly beautiful eyes that he was finding a hard time looking away from the whole evening. Perfect, soft features and your smile had him smiling ear to ear. 

“Am I in trouble?”, you asked nervously.

“Oh no, sorry love, I just didn’t get your name. I wanted to thank you again for this morning.”, he said. 

“Oh! It’s all good, I hate being interrupted during my morning run too. I’m y/n!”, you smile, and Harry extends his hand, shaking yours. “Hello, y/n, I’m Harry.”

You giggle, finding it funny that he was introducing himself and he can’t help but laugh. “Nice to meet you, Harry. The show was amazing, like crazy.”

“Yeah? I’m glad you enjoyed it, love.”, Harry says happily. “I didn’t spook you out sending the security behind you did I?”

“Kinda. I really thought I was in trouble for taking a shot the girl next to me offered or something..”

Harry laughs, and you smile sheepishly. “You all did shots without me?”, he asked, a fake hurt tone to his voice.

“Oh no, did you wanna do one?”

Harry shakes his head, dimples popping. “Just kidding, y/n. I just wanted to get to know you a little bit. You had my attention the whole night.”

You blush, not knowing what to reply, really just saying, “Oh..um..”

“Do you want to go hang out for a while? If it’s okay, of course. It’s completely fine if it’s not, it is late and you must have places to be-”, Harry starts rambling nervously.

“I’d love to!”, you piped up, and his grin widened. “Yeah?”

It’s true that no one believes in love at first sight, until they meet that one special person who comes along and steals their heart.

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[imaginesig]

“I had the best day with you today”

Based on: “I was enchanted to meet you”

Kimi Antonelli x Norris!Reader

SMAU

Could be read as a stand alone, very short

After dedicating Enchanted to their relationship, who would’ve thought Kimi and Y/n would get to see it live

yn_norris

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yn_norris: “I cry a lot but I am so productive”

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Kimi.antonelli it’s genuinely concerning watching you stress over bracelets and a bodysuit

oscarpiastri im right there with you mate

Yn_norris eras tour prep is not for the week‼️

lilyzniemer especially when you’re making your own stuff

user1 the nods to Midnights/Vigilante shit 🧐 Ms. Norris I think I know your outfit

Carmenmmundt I’m so excited!!

lilymhe we’re gonna have a blast in T-3 days!!

alexandrasaintmleux were all packed up and ready 🫶🫶

user2 all the wags are gonna show up and slay while the men will prod wear some boring ass clothes

yn_norris you best believe Kimi’s gonna slay, I made him a fit so he can’t embarrass me

user2 lmao Y/n

user3 this is so aesthetic i could cry

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Kimi.antonelli posted 2 stories!

Captions: 1) ive been roped into bracelet making 2) did I do good?

Replies:

yn_norris

you did so good

Whoever you trade that to will be so lucky

I need to do more

get to it then

Oscarpiastri

Lily hasn’t gotten to me yet

If she does idk what I’ll even make

Best of luck avoiding it solider

Olliebearman

I wanna join

Don’t worry she’s bringing the materials with us so you can make some at the hotel

yn_norris posted a story!

Caption: I’ve arrived 🫶✨🪩

Kimi.antonelli

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Kimi.antonelli: “I was enchanted to meet you” 💜

tagged: yn_norris, Taylorswift

yn_norris I love you 💜🫶

Kimi.antonelli I love you too 💜🫶

user1 THEY WERE AT MY SHOW

user2 ugh i need a concert bf

carlossainz55 @/landonorris after tonight I cannot do the overprotective uncle role anymore, they’re too cute

landonorris MATE WHAT

Kimi.antonelli finally a win

carlossainz55 but hurt her even a little…

Kimi.antonelli I understand

Taylorswift THE Enchanted couple

Kimi.antonelli what a compliment

yn_norris I’ve fallen to the floor and started violently sobbing

Landonorris L

user3 did you trade your bracelet??

user4 the fact that this whole post is centered around Y/n 🥹🥰

user5 drivers (+ their so) really brought the best energy

User6 do you think Travis felt more at ease bc he wasn’t surrounded by other celebrities but rather other male athletes?

user7 I wanna know if him and Logan talked American football

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Yn_norris: “I had the best day with you today” 💛

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Kimi.antonelli you looked so beautiful in the concert lights 💛

yn_norris ditto 💛

user2 LMAO THEIR OUTFITS

user1 the fact Kimi and Y/n matched the hearts to the lyrics album for both posts makes me sick

lilymhe it was so fun!!

carmenmmdunt gorgeous

lilyzniemer you win best couple costume!!

landonorris after seeing Vigilante Shit I have decided that your outfits are way to inappropriate and therefore I hate them

yn_norris too late 😚

taylorswift best outfits! Best energy! Best fan! Y/n I love you 🫶🪩

yn_norris you’re the best everything!! I love you too 🫶🪩

yn_norris HOLY SHIT SHE FOLLOWED ME AHHHHHHH

user3 she’s just like me fr

ussr4 her bracelet collection 😭😭

user5 people have said she wore them the whole time

Yn_norris well what was I supposed to do? Not show off all of my new besties and their hard work??

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[jongho-my-beloved]

The Incident

Heyy I’m Moon! This is the first fic I’ve written in a very long time so bear with me, but I hope if you read it you enjoy it. This fic is called The Incident because it is based off true events from a night out with my friend, just tweaked to make my delusions come to life. This is gonna be maybe one or two more parts, so there’s not too much going on in this chapter besides set up. Pls forgive me for any errors I wrote this in my notes app. Either way I hope you enjoy it and look forward to more writing from me in the future!!

Special thanks to @yeonjuns-beanie who encouraged me to make my delusions into a fic and for being the best friend ever.

Wonwoo X Female Reader

Word Count: 5.9k words

Warnings: Alcohol/Alcohol consumption, Vaping (mentioned literally once), some awkward flirting.

Your keys jangle in the lock as you open the front door, elated to be home after the shit show you just went through at work. Mrrow! The little ball of fluff greets you immediately in her tiny voice, stretching before prancing over to rub up against your legs.

“Hi my baby.” You smile feeling the stress of your last shift slowly seep out as you scratch behind her ears. “Did you get some good naps in today?”

Mow!!

“I wish I was you.” You speak as if you’re having a conversation with one of your roommates, but judging by the stillness of sound they don’t seem to be home. “Come on my love, let’s get you some dinner.”

Mrrph!

Maybe it was a little weird to speak to your animals the way you would a human, but this is your baby, and at least she responds. The kibble clatters into the bowl as she circles you, biting your ankle impatiently when you space out trying to plan for the rest of your evening. “Hey! Be patient it’s right here.” You announce setting the food down as she goes to town.

You should text Lorraine and make sure she’s still down for your plans tonight, which you’re 90% sure she is… but that 10% always gets to your mind. Pulling up your messages you click on the contact reading Wifey 😈💕.

Y/N: Hellooooo loml 🫶🫶🫶🫶 are you still down to get messy and kiss in the club later 🤭

You and your friends are always flirting, this was just your way of asking if you were still going out tonight. It’s just how you express your endearment to each other, but also probably the reason why people seem so intimidated to approach you when you go out together.

Wifey 😈💕: I’ve been waiting all week to get a smooch in, of course I’m still down 🤭💕 Why? Are you still feeling up for it?

Y/N: Of course, you know I just like to check in before I get all sexy for no reason… and because it’s just us tonight, we could wait for the rest of our friends to be free if you want.

Wifey 😈💕: You’re always sexy 😏 also no I am not missing another thirsty thursday! The happy hour prices are too good.

Y/N: Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna kiss you so hard.

Wifey 😈💕: My lips are ready 👄 Anyways what time are we leaving?

Y/N: Up to you my love, it’s Your birthday we’re celebrating.

Wifey 😈💕: I’ll just let you know when I’m on my way over and we can leave from your house.

Y/N: Sounds good, I’m gonna hop in the shower now keep me updated 💕

Wifey 😈💕: Of course, see you soon 🫶

A groan escapes you as you peel yourself up from your bed that you took a quick rest on while texting Lorraine. Knowing the both of you, you’ll probably get there within the last 15-30 minutes of happy hour, but that’s enough time to chug whatever you’ll need after your ritualistic car pregame. You quickly hop in the shower washing away the last of your shitty shift away from your mind as you begin to feel excitement for tonight grow.

It isn’t often that you and Lorraine get to go out and not worry about sobering up and leaving early because either you or someone in your group still has work the next morning. Especially for you, since you’re usually the driver, you stop drinking before everyone and guzzle down some water to make sure that you all get home safe. Tonight both you and Lorraine had no commitments the next day, and that meant you could finally relish in that fuzzy feeling of being drunk for more than just an hour.

Finally stepping out of the shower, you let the steam disperse while you head to your room to find something to wear tonight. Still feeling a bit tired from your shift earlier you decide to go for a combo you know you always feel safe in, big pants little shirt. Finding a pair of ripped jeans that weren’t too baggy in your mess of laundry you said you would fold days ago and some cute corset top, you decided the outfit was good enough. You weren’t really trying to attract too much attention, more focused on spending time with Lorraine, it is her birthday after all and you cherish your friendship with her. You both have grown closer over the last few years and it’s something you’re glad has developed as your friend group grows busier these days. Lorraine would make time to come by just to watch stupid videos and drink on your couch together when you didn’t feel like going out, offer her support when you’re feeling sick or down, make the horrible shifts at work go by faster with your silly joke flirting. You connect on a deep level, a best friend you never want to lose.

Ding Ding!

Your phone brings you back to reality as you were spacing out during your eyeshadow routine. You check the time, later than you planned but still earlier than your usual.

Wifey 😈💕: Just about done. Gonna head over soon, just gotta find me shoes.

Y/N: Okayyy, I’m like halfway done I’ll probably be ready by the time you get here.

Wifey 😈💕: Take your time, this is probably the earliest we’ve gone in a while anyways.

Y/N: True, let me know when you’re here 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Lorraine reacted with a thumbs up and you set your phone down on the counter again to quickly finish the rest of your makeup. Just as you finish coating your lashes in mascara your doorbell rings loud through the empty home. “Hi sexy, come here often?” Lorraine giggles as you let her inside.

“I was here like… less than 48 hours ago,” she picks up Kitty as she runs over to greet her. “Hi you little menace.”

You smile closing the door behind you guys as you head back over to your room. “I’m ready I just need to get dressed. There’s some soju in the fridge for our little pregame if you wanna grab that.”

“Kay! I also brought some!” Lorraine shouts back as you shut your door to change quickly into the outfit you chose earlier. You laugh to yourself knowing you both were definitely in agreement on getting messy tonight. Grabbing some simple accessories and spritzing yourself with perfume you were ready to go.

“Alright let’s go! I’m ready to get fucked up with my wife.” You announce pulling on some boots that compliment your outfit.

“Looking sexy as always.” Lorraine says following your lead as you unlock your car.

“Never as sexy as you.” You wink back as you both burst into a fit of giggles and get into the car.

The car ride to the bar you frequent isn’t long, but long enough for you to shit talk about your annoying coworkers and complain about your daily life. Parking downtown was always a nightmare, but luckily you’d been in this area enough to find a good spot only two blocks away from the bar where you didn’t have to pay. Parking in your usual area you both continue to gossip and show each other new songs you found while passing the bottles of soju back and forth till you both felt you were at a good level. A few more drinks in the bar and you’d both be as inebriated as you were planning for tonight. You decided to leave the bulk of your stuff in the car, taking just your ID, credit card, and keys with you to lighten the load.

The short walk to the bar had you both complaining as it was colder this April than it usually is. “God it’s hard being sexy.” You joke as you make your way inside. Lorraine agrees as you make your way to the bar, opening a tab and ordering four of the fruity cocktails you both enjoyed. “You don’t pay for a thing tonight it’s your birthday!” You laugh trying to close Lorraine’s phone as you catch her trying to send you money for the drinks.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” She hesitates.

“If you send me money I swear to god I’ll break up with you.” You fake threaten trying to hold back your smile.

She gasps and fakes sorrow as she grabs her two drinks, “Please god no!”

You giggle already sucking down your first drink, “Then don’t you dare send me a single penny.”

She nods giving up as she chugs her first drink alongside you. You both toss the empty cup into the trash and decide to head out to the floor with your other drink in hand to get a feel for the night.

It’s crowded and humid in the tiny bar, more people seem to be showing up compared to when you both first started coming here. Despite the crowd and the heat of all the bodies on the dance floor you still liked to come here, avoiding the more exclusive high end clubs deeper in the city. It was familiar and the drinks were cheaper here anyways.

You both surveyed the crowd as you swayed and danced with each other when a song you liked came on. Sharing your thoughts on the attractive people you saw or the regulars you don’t see as often anymore. You could tell by how you both clung to each other that the drinks were already setting in, but this was your chance to drink more. You were dead set on feeling the fuzzy glow of being drunk and dancing with your best friend.

“Do you want to drink more?” Lorraine asked as she tossed the cup of ice was holding the fruity drink long gone now.

“I planned on it.” You answer with a mischievous grin that Lorraine mirrors, happy with your answer. You head back to the bar, ordering another round of drinks the bartender quickly makes for you. “Do you wanna hang out here for a bit until he plays some better music?” You ask motioning to the empty stools.

Lorraine nods, “Yeah I could use a small break from all that must in there.”

As you both settle down and sip at your new drinks, swaying to the music and chatting, you notice Lorraine’s gaze looking behind you for a few moments. “What is it?” You ask curiously noticing a small shift in her smirk.

“So I wasn’t too sure, but there’s this really cute guy here and he’s totally eyeing you babe. Don’t look now though he’s still watching.” She speaks a little more quiet than your previous volume.

“What? Nah, he’s probably looking at you, have you seen yourself?” You compliment seriously, Lorraine was definitely one of your most beautiful friends and you made sure she knew so.

“I’m being so serious right now. I saw him out on the floor and he is definitely looking at you. He’s totally your type too. Tall, kinda big, got these kinda cat like eyes, slut glasses…”

“Slut glasses?” You turn around not so subtly, the drinks definitely taking a toll on your movements. You make quick eye contact with a man far too handsome for your drunk brain to process before he breaks the eye contact nervously acting as if he was just scoping out the bar. His friends laugh, confirming you had just caught him staring. You turn back to Lorraine, your drunken glow heating with the blush forming from your flustered thoughts. He was very much your type, in fact almost to the t. “Raine, there’s no way I could talk to him holy shit.” You babble bashfully as she laughs before you’re cut off by a song you both love. Both your eyes go wide before you’re practically dragging each other out onto the floor again getting lost in the sea of people.

At some point you guys had made it upstairs to the bathroom, taking a break from the crowd as the drinks buzzed through your bodies. You took your ritualistic mirror selfie together, taking a last quick hit of your vapes before deciding to head out and dance for a while longer before heading out. You try to forget the eye contact you made with the handsome stranger, but the intensity of his eyes is burned into your skull. He seemed so mysterious and intimidating, his looks making him seem almost unapproachable. Looking around now it seems like neither he or his friends are still here, not like you would have the courage to talk to him even with the drunks buzzing through your mind.

After some dancing, laughs, and odd people trying to make conversation you and Lorraine were obviously not interested in, you pull out your phone to check the time. It’s almost 1, you should probably start drinking some water and pee so you’re feeling well enough to drive by the time the bar closes at 3. “Let’s go back upstairs, I gotta pee so I can drive soon.” You inform Lorraine tugging lightly on her arm. She nods following you happily, both of you had a great time so far tonight, a successful birthday celebration.

“You should have talked to slut glasses.” Lorraine sighs as she fixes a bit of smudged lipstick in the mirror while you break your seal.

“Okay, yes he was hot, but I’m here with you for Your Birthday. Also I drove, so no way I’m ditching you for a guy I’d probably make a fool out of myself in front of.” You defend yourself as more clarity slowly rushes to you as the alcohol leaves your body.

“I bet he would think anything you do is cute, he could not keep his eyes off of you.” She countered switching spots with you as you washed your hands.

“Well, too bad we’ll probably never see him again.” You state drying your hands and leaning in to fix some of your smudged makeup as well. Lorraine shrugs and you feel around your pockets to find your vape to hit it before leaving the bathroom again, but something is off. Your eyes scan the bathroom trying piece together what’s off.

“What’s wrong? Why are you looking around like that?” Lorraine asks as she notices panic start to shine through your eyes.

“Raine…” You pause slapping your pockets and searching the bathroom frantically, how could you be so stupid? “Raine I lost my fucking keys.”

“What? Your keys?” She asks shocked. You aren’t the type to lose your shit. You’ve always been responsible with your driving duties and making sure everyone was safe, so it was hard to believe you lost your keys. Not to mention how hard it is to loose your keys adorned with many obnoxious keychains.

“Raine for real, I don’t have my keys. I must have dropped them somewhere we gotta go look.” You say trying your best to stay calm, but you’ve never felt yourself sober up so fast.

Lorraine was immediately on the same page finishing washing her hands quickly before you both bust out of the bathroom to start your search mission. You asked the bartender, the bouncer, security, any random person you passed by and no one had seemed to find your keys. Panic was setting in as you even desperately shined your phone’s flashlight into the trash cans thinking maybe you had thrown them away. At this point even a few kind strangers were helping you basically tear this bar apart to find your keys, but as time ticked on it was time to close and you still hadn’t found your keys.

Dejected and definitely sober now that you had run around for two hours searching, you leave your phone number with the bartender incase they find anything and head outside into the brisk air. “Well this fucking sucks. I’m sorry Raine, I’m never this messy, I didn’t mean to kill the mood at the end of the night.” You apologize, coming to terms with the fact that you guys will have to uber home and you’ve wasted the last two hours of your night on a wild goose chase.

“Hey it’s okay, I had fun. Shit happens we’ll figure this out.” She comforts you as you stand at the crosswalk waiting for the light to change before deciding to just jaywalk, the streets were empty anyways.

“I know, but I still feel stupid, I’ve never had something like this happen.” You sigh as you guys walk back to where you were parked. You agreed you might as well go check to see if your car or anything inside of it had been stolen with your missing keys.

“Well luckily your car and our stuff is still here. We just gotta call an uber and figure out how to get your car later.” Lorraine reassures you.

“You’re right. I have a spare somewhere at home, I’ll have to dig around and hope my car doesn’t get stolen before I get back.” You sigh defeated as you approach your car and lean on the hood wallowing in self pity for a moment before you download the uber app back onto your phone. As you lie there for a moment, you notice something tucked under your windshield wipers. “Raine what’s that?” You ask standing up now inspecting it.

“A bag?” Lorraine looks around to spot if anyone else is around. Random objects on cars being common to get women to stop before getting in their car so they can be grabbed and trafficked. You’ve been here for a while now though and the streets are basically empty, the thumping of music in clubs open later down the street the only sound floating through the air. Safe to say you weren’t getting trafficked.

You nervously reached out and took the black plastic bag from under your wipers and give Lorraine an incredulous look. “There’s no fucking way my keys are in this bag.”

“What? For real?” She steps closer as you reach your hand in and pull out your obnoxiously keychain adorned keys. “How?”

Possibilities of what could have happened bounce around your brain, but none of it seems to make sense. “I guess someone in the bar found my keys and walked two blocks this way to find my car and not steal anything? God I’m so fucking lucky right now, how the fuck?” Your brain couldn’t even comprehend why someone would even do that for a stranger. As you walk around to open your door you notice a tiny scrap of paper wedged into the space between the glass of your window and the door. “They left a note too?” You announce as both of you settle into the car now.

“What does it say?” Lorraine leans closer as you both look down at the small note. All it had was an arrow pointing to the front of your car and the word keys next to what looked to be somebody’s phone number. “They left their phone number? What if it was that cute guy from the bar?”

Your heart speeds up at the thought of the number possibly belonging to him. “There were so many people there tonight, it could be anyone.” You brush off the idea as you pocket the scrap of paper and start the car. “I miss my bed and my cat lets go home.”

Lorraine giggles noticing your flustered state but agrees. The clock was reaching closer to 4 am and you didn’t want to fall asleep behind the wheel. The whole ordeal sobered you both up quickly and the energy of the night was fading as Lorraine dozed between songs on the ride home. When you got home you made her promise to text you when she was home safe, exchanging a hug and love you’s before going inside to get ready for bed.

As you washed off your makeup for the night and changed into an old shirt to sleep in you remembered the number stuffed in your jean pocket. You grabbed it observing it for a second while you waited for the text from your friend to know she was home safe and decided to send out a quick thank you. Typing the number into your phone and saving it under “Key Savior 🙏” to make sure you remembered who it was if they ever texted back.

Y/N: Hi, uh thanks for finding my keys and my car tonight… I’m glad it was you and not someone who wanted to steal my car lol

You cringed after sending the text, realizing just how awkward you sounded but were quickly distracted when a new text came in from Lorraine.

Wifey 😈💕: Made it home safe 💕 Sleep well 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 oooh and update me on the mystery key person

Y/N: Yaaay! Glad you made it home. I texted a thank you but I doubt I’ll get a reply since it’s like almost 5 am at this point. I’m about to pass out love you 💕

You responded feeling much more secure in going to bed now knowing your friend was safe. You put your phone on the charger, happy you had absolutely nothing to do tomorrow meaning you could sleep well into the afternoon. With the last of your energy depleting quickly you shut your eyes, your brain recalling your messy night before sending you into deep sleep.

You woke up with a warm furry mass tucked into your arms and your body begging for water, but you couldn’t be bothered as you pulled Kitty closer listening to her purrs as she realized you had finally woken up. After a few minutes of cuddling she wiggled out of your arms stretching and running off to cause havoc somewhere in the house. You groaned reaching for the water on your bedside table, thanking your past self for remembering as you chugged it down like a horse. Reaching for your phone you squinted at the screen, the time reading 2:15 PM. You sighed scrolling through the notifications on your phone, texts in the work group chat, texts from Lorraine shit talking whoever was causing shit in said group chat, missed spam calls, and a text from “Key Savior 🙏” that came in almost 4 hours ago. You clicked on the notification quickly, curious to see what they could have said.

Key Savior 🙏: Hey! Happy to hear you got your keys back, I tried to find you in the bar after you lost them but you and your friend disappeared quick. I hope it wasn’t too hard to find them :)

You smile at the awkward reply, you didn’t really know if you were supposed to respond after that. Maybe they just wanted to know you got your keys and that was all. Something drew you to responding anyways, curious as to what kind of person would go two blocks away to find your car and not steal a single thing.

Y/N: I mean, it was just two hours of panicking and searching the bar before we actually went out to my car, but I got a happier ending than most people who lose their keys in a bar. You know you could have left my keys with the bartender and saved me a heart attack right? :p

You got up to get yourself more water and some breakfast for you and Kitty after replying, shocked to see that it didn’t take too long for them to reply back.

Key Savior🙏: Honestly, I wasn’t the most sober myself and after I couldn’t find you my next best option was to go find your car in my brain. Like you said I could have just driven away with your car, at least have a little gratitude 🤨

You giggled at your phone as you sipped on some tea, starting to see some of this person’s personality come out with this text.

Y/N: My bad oh mighty Key Savior! How might I ever be able to repay you for your glorious good samaritan deeds!

Key Savior🙏: Maybe I should have just taken the car…

Y/N: Too late for that now. I am curious if two things though…

Key Savior🙏: What’s that?

Y/N: One, why didn’t you steal our shit? Two, why did you leave your number?

Key Savior🙏: I didn’t really want to steal your car in the first place?? I was trying to find you, like I said earlier, but you disappeared. I left my number because I wanted to talk to you, simple really.

Your eyebrows raise slightly at that last text, they wanted to talk to me?

Y/N: Wait, why did you want to talk to me?

Key Savior🙏: I had to know what kind of person you were to lose keys that obnoxious and jangly.

Y/N: Hey! I love my keychains :(

Key Savior🙏: I’m kidding! Honestly… I was kind of watching you a for a while last night and I think you’re really beautiful. I couldn’t bring myself to approach you and interrupt you and your friend… or girlfriend?? No judgement idk you seemed pretty close…

You laughed at the end of that last message, but started racking your brain to remember anyone who had been watching you last night. Then it hits you, the cute guy in slut glasses? There’s no way.. right?

Y/N: SLUT GLASSES??

Key Savior🙏: excuse me?

Y/N: I mean, sorry uh. No we’re not dating that’s my best friend Raine, we were celebrating her birthday… Who are you did we ever like interact? I was… pretty fucked up last night sorry..

Key Savior🙏: Lol no need to apologize.. Uh we didn’t really interact, but I think you caught me staring at the bar..

Your heart froze, it had to be him, he’s the only person you remember making distinct brief eye contact with. Lorraine was going to love this development when you told her. Another text came in.

Key Savior🙏: Would you maybe want to like, video call or something? I want to keep talking to you, but I promised I’d play some games with some of my friends in a few…

You rushed to the mirror and winced seeing your makeup you half ass washed off last night smearing on your face. You took a makeup wipe and tried to make yourself look more presentable, but there was no way you were gonna be able to get a full face back on before he wanted to call. Were you actually going to call? This isn’t something you’d normally allow, your social anxiety ruling over you on most occasions. There was just something about this guy that made you want to talk more, so you grabbed your phone to type out your next reply as you freshened up.

Y/N: Like video games?? Will you stream it to me so I can watch?

Key Savior🙏: I could do that! Uh do you.. have a discord account?

Y/N: Discord.. so you’re that kinda guy 🤨

You giggle as you try not to choke on your toothpaste.

Key Savior🙏: Where else am I supposed to stream video games and video chat at the same time?

Y/N: Fair.. as long as you aren’t playing league of legends you’re safe

Key Savior🙏: …maybe I can stream to you another time?

Y/N: NO YOU’RE PLAYING LEAGUE??

Key Savior🙏: I PROMISE I’M NOT TOXIC ITS JUST FOR FUN!!

Y/N: I’ll be the judge of that..

You smile as you send him your discord tag, quickly seeing a new friend request pop up in your notifications that you accept. Not long after you see a private call ringing from him. You take a deep breath and brace yourself, hoping you could fake a little confidence and not make this too awkward before accepting the call. His profile picture of some video game character taking up your screen as the call connects.

“Hello?” A deep voice startles you as it carries from your phones speakers to your ears.

“H-hi. Uh.. I still don’t know your name, sorry.” You could smack yourself with how awkward you already sounded.

The mystery man chuckled and you heard a few clicks as he set up his stream for you. “It’s Wonwoo. What about you?”

“Ah I’m Y/N. Nice to finally put a name to my Key Savior.” You joke cringing at your awkwardness.

The deep laugh shakes you again. “Is that what you’ve been calling me? What else did you call me? Slut glasses?”

“Well, I actually still don’t know if that’s you. I could be placing you with some other dudes face from the bar.” You quickly defend yourself.

“Should we turn on our cameras then Y/N? I’d be happy to see your pretty face again.” He says smoothly.

“Damn, you sure are confident for someone who couldn’t approach me last night.” You tease trying to sound more confident yourself.

“I was trying to be respectful! Turn on your camera, I wanted to talk to you not your Miku profile picture.” He defends himself.

“Fine.” You sigh taking another breath to steel your nerves before pressing the camera button on.

“Wow, you’re prettier than I remember, I don’t know if I’ll be able to focus on the game.” He flirts and you try to hold back the butterflies that swirl in your stomach and formulate a reply.

“Shut up, turn your camera on or I’m turning it back off this is awkward.” You whine failing to hide your desperation to confirm it is who you think it is.

“Fine fine, I’m turning it on.” He replies as his video loads on your screen.

Finally confirming his identity, you gasp. “You are slut glasses!” You spit out smacking your hand over your mouth embarrassed you said that out loud.

He laughs again glancing at you whenever he had the chance to take his eyes off the game to watch as your blush grew reaching up to your ears. “Are these slut glasses? Honestly, I’m just really blind without them. You’re really cute when you blush by the way.” He grins as he watches you squirm from the compliment he tagged onto the end of his reply so nonchalantly.

“Ah focus on your game, you’re getting your ass handed to you right now!” You quickly brush off his comment trying to ignore the way your heart beat just a bit faster.

Wonwoo laughs and focuses more on the screen, not seeming too stressed about his situation. “I’m not that concerned about winning, my friend is just trying to level up.” He barely evaded a hit from the other team and recalls back to the base to heal and grab more items.

“He’d level up faster if you guys win wouldn’t he?” You question, conversation coming easier now that the topic was changed.

“Sure, but where’s the fun if I do all the work for him? What’s in it for me?” He grins looking over to a corner of the screen you’re sure your camera feed is sitting in now.

“You’re cruel!” You smile knowing you’d probably do the same in his position. “You’re not gonna impress me if you don’t win though.” You shoot, surprised at your sudden boost of confidence.

“Oh is that how it is? Thought you didn’t like League gamers?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well, I’m sitting here watching you, might as well make it interesting and win.” You snap back holding your ground, but you could feel your heart hammering in your chest with anxiety.

“I see… Well I could easily win, but you’ve gotta do something for me if I do.” He states confidently, recalling back to their base and changing his build strategy.

“What would that be?” You ask chewing on your lip to quell the nerves running through you.

“Go on a date with me.” He says simply turning to face the camera more directly watching your face as you process his request. For a moment you were quiet as your brain turned his request over and over in your head, feeling the heat creep up your face. “I mean, if you want to that is..”

“No! I mean!” You smack your face down into your pillows and let out an exasperated sigh. Pull yourself together! “It’s a deal, but it looks like your chances at winning are pretty low now that you’re getting into late game.” You answer after finding your composure.

He chuckles and shifts to pay attention to the game, a newfound look of confidence washing over him made the butterflies become more aggressive in your stomach. “Are you free tomorrow?” He asks calmly as he throws his character into the brute of the fight with the other team, instantly taking out two of them and badly damaging the rest of them.

“Um, yeah I should be.” You answer the anticipation building as he takes out the rest of the team even at lower health before getting healed. “Okay maybe you’re a little too good at this game.”

He smiles, your comment adding fuel to his fire as he rushes the teams base, working in taking out their final turrets. “Only when I want to be. Does afternoon sound okay, like maybe 1 or 2?”

“F-for the date? Is that not too early?” You ask, worried how you’d even survive spending that much time around someone so attractive.

“I have plans and want to spend some time with you. I can always take you home if you want to leave too, I won’t be upset.” He shrugs taking out the last turret as his team immediately attacks the nexus. He turns his attention to you once he’s sure his win is secured, the victory screen flashing across the stream.

“Okay, fine. I mean you won fair and square. Am I allowed to know what these plans are?” You question, already stressing about what to wear.

“Nope, it’s nothing fancy though don’t worry and dress comfortably.” He answers as if he was reading every worried thought that passed through your brain.

You nod gulping down the nerves that continued to creep into your thoughts. “Okay, but I should probably get some stuff done today then. You should ready up for your next game your friends are complaining in chat.” You smile giggling nervously.

He looks a little upset when he hears you’re gonna go but nods and quickly replaces it with a smile. “Sure, I’ll text you though?”

You nod again as your thumb anxiously hovers over the end call button. “For sure, I’ll talk to you soon.”

He grins seemingly pleased with your reaction and leans back in his chair. “Okay, I’ll talk to you soon then Y/N.”

The call ends after your quick goodbyes and you suck in a deep breath before screaming into your pillows. You scramble for your phone quickly dialing Lorraine, she’ll know what to do.

“Good morning sleeping beauty! How’s the hangover?” She answers after a few rings.

“Raine you need to come over right fucking now or I am going to rip my floorboards up.” You rush out already running to your closet to plan an outfit.

“Woah, what happened? Did you not just wake up?” She laughs at your dramatic tone.

“I have a date with slut glasses tomorrow! Come help me before I throw myself off a cliff!” You yell tearing through your closet.

“Oh my god, you’re in a crisis. I’m on my way, but you need to tell me EVERYTHING!” She says shuffling on her end indicating her preparation to leave.

“Of course I will, please just hurry!” You whine squealing as a new text slides down over your ongoing call.

Key Savior🙏: So where should I pick you up tomorrow? :)

[garebearandnan]

Love Island: EP16 Aftersun 2

At the VIP table is Gary's Nan, Helen.

Gary's nan, Helen: I’m pretty sure if any of us had a camera on us 24/7 at 20-23, there’d be some pretty damning footage.

Helen: I reckon when he gets home, I'll send him to the freezer for a bit.

SUMMARY: Love Island: Aftersun is filmed at BT Studios in Stratford, East London with a live audience. It airs live every Sunday at 10pm for an hour and five minutes, straight after the main show. The show consists of interviews with dumped Islanders, friends and family members and also features celebrity guests.

HOST: O.M.G. with an extra-G. What a week our Islanders have had! There’s been some spicy drama, from Operation Nope to secrets revealed, dumpings, dates, a recoupling, and new bombshells. But before we get into all of that, tonight we have a S1 Love Island legend behind the bar. Give it up for Talia, everyone! And keeping those barstools warm, we’ve got Henrik and Rocco, who will be giving their first interview since leaving the villa. And at our VIP table, we have Gary’s nan, Helen, and his best mate, Dickie.

New Bonue Chapter on A03 and wattpad

TEASER SCRIPT- read full script on A03 or Wattpad. Links above.

The camera pans to Talia, behind the bar and the two ex-Islanders sitting at the bar, who all smile and wave. And at our VIP table, we have Gary’s nan, Helen, and his best mate, Dickie.

Audience: CHEERING and APPLAUSE

Caroline: While 3 may be a crowd as far as Hope is concerned, but for us, it’s the magic number. Please welcome my naughty trio; it’s our panel: Superfans AJ Odudu, HRVY, and Mollie King.

CLIP PLAYS:

Chelsea: Oh my goodness! I’m on my way to the Villa. I can’t believe I’m actually going in there. I’m just so excited to see the villa and meet everyone. Gosh, they all seem so lush.

Jakub: I’m buzzing to get into the villa. These guys have been here for like ten days. Obviously, they’re a bit comfortable, but you know, hopefully when I come in, they’ll get a bit of me stepping on a few toes, which I am used to. I got really big feet. (He laughs.)

CLIP ENDS.

Caroline: Well, he did say, HRVY, that he’s willing to step on toes. Whose toes do you think he'll step on?

HRVY: Yeah! I’m going to curveball. I think he’s gonna step on Noahs.

AJ: Let’s just be honest. I mean Jakub makes the rest of the guys look like preschoolers. 

Caroline: AJ, what were your first impressions of Chelsea?

AJ: I like her and her high-energy! She’s bubbly and sweet. I think she’s gonna do really well.

Caroline: Just when one drama calms down, along comes Chelsea dropping the news about a secret kiss. Let’s remind everyone of that moment when she dropped the truth bomb.

CLIP PLAYS:

Chelsea: Lottie, I thought you were supposed to be the loyal one?

Lottie: I am!

Chelsea: Then how did you end up snogging Gary when you knew that Grace had something going on with him?

Grace: What the hell! So, that night, when Gary had to choose between Marisol and Hannah at the recoupling, Lottie cracked on with him!

Marisol: Wait, you kissed Gary when we’d only just couple up?

CLIP ENDS.

Caroline: Well, tonight we have two people who know Gary very well indeed. Please welcome his nan, Helen, and best friend, Dickie. 

Caroline: I got to ask: What’s on everyone’s lips. Helen, is your Sunday roast as good as Gary says?

Helen: I am a good cook. My roasties are up there. I think Gordon Ramsay-

~~~~~

Caroline: Do you feel there is any hope for Bobby and Lottie in the romance section? The girls keep saying he’s a nice, sweet guy, he’s certainly attractive.

AJ: I like Bobby. He has such a playful and boyish energy. I think he still has a crush on Grace. Maybe Priya too.

HRVY: I think Bobby has good chemistry with several of the girls, and after a night in the hideaway, maybe something a little bit more than that with Lottie. He’s still trying to figure it all out.

~~~~~

S1 Talia at the Bar

Caroline: Talia, You know what it's like to be in there at the start. Especially if you haven’t found the right person. Is it important to lay it on thick and pick one person quite quickly or should you be holding back and waiting?

Talia: I think, early doors for many Islanders still, it’s good to keep your options open. If you put all your eggs in one basket, it can be very difficult and it can end up shooting you in the foot.

Caroline: What are your thoughts on Bobby and Lottie?

Talia: I think now it’s very much a friendship vibe. He does seem to care about her well-being. I like seeing that fun side of her when she’s just chilling with him.

~~~~~

In The Beach Hut

Caroline: Live from the Beach Hut, it’s Gary, everyone!

Gary appears on the big screen sitting in the wicker chair in the Beach Hut.

Caroline: How is life in the villa treating you?

Gary: Oh, amazing. I can’t moan can I? I’m in paradise. It’s probably gonna be one of the best summer’s of my life, to be honest.

Caroline: So, we thought we’d play a quick game of Rate Your Mate, since there seems to be a lot of bromances this year. Are you ready to spill the tea?

Gary: Yeah, I’m up for it. Let’s do it.

Caroline: Who is the messiest?

Gary: Me.

LAUGHTER

Caroline: Gary, who has the best banter out of the boys?

Gary: Er, the best banter has got to be Bobby. I feel like he’s been my favourite on ‘ere.

Caroline: Who has the best gym bod?

Gary: Erm… Jakub, the lad’s a beast.

Caroline: Moving on. Tell me, who takes the longest to get ready?

Gary: Oh. (he groans) Aw, mate! I’d say probably Lucas. All the hair gel.

~~~~~

Caroline: What do you think about Marisol and Lucas?

AJ: I think they make an attractive couple. They're both attractive and intelligent, but I think that’s it for commonality. I don’t see any chemistry between them. I think they're both place holders for each other.

Caroline: Ouch!

~~~~~

Caroline: It’s Henrik and Rocco!

Rocco: I didn’t think I’d be going today, to be honest. I was meant to be making Marisol breakfast tomorrow morning.

Henrik: I think I was supposed to be having a bubble bath with Lucas tomorrow.

Caroline: I know, it's not even been a week, but as you said, it feels like a long time. People already have connections. You’ve kinda got to be Mr. Steal Your Girl.

Henrik: Mm-hm. Some were pretty closed off, so it was definitely hard. It’s tough to come in and try to make an impact. You know, a few started to crack a little bit towards the end. But nonetheless, I had a lot of fun and still did what a bombshell should do.

Caroline: All right. Rocco, you were getting to know Marisol. Are you disappointed that you didn’t have more time to explore that further?

Rocco: Yeah, definitely. Time is always so fleeting when you don’t want it to be. Hopefully, I’ve given her something to remember me by. Our spirits are really aligned, like, cosmically.

~~~~~

Caroline: Alright, let’s get back to our couples. Obviously, tonight we’ve seen things kick off between Hope and Noah. But let’s go back a couple of days and talk about ‘Operation Nope.’ AJ, you want to start?

AJ: It's Love Island. You don't have to make excuses to graft! Just admit you’re into Noah and own your shit.

HRVY: And poor Ibrahim! He's just sitting there, like, "okay.” 

AJ: I was truly baffled by Bobby's underlying motivation for doing this. He seems to be close with every girl, so it could be that he is simply showing his support for her.

~~~~~

Caroline: Just wondering, does anyone fancy another quick trip to Mallorca? We have a special treat now. Welcome to Aftersun, Chelsea and Grace!

Both girls wave both hands excitedly and smile brightly.

Caroline: Chelsea, you’ve settled in really, really well. How have the Islanders made you feel welcome?

Chelsea: Yeah. Oh, my God, they’re all diamonds. Honestly, straight away, I feel like I’m just part of the weird family.

Caroline: Let’s find out how well you know your fellow Islanders. Are you ready?

Caroline: Jakub’s worst habit is biting his nails. Is that true or false?

Caroline: Lottie… had a Justin Bieber poster under her bed. Is that true or false?

Caroline: Hope’s secret talent is playing the guitar. Is that true or false?

~~~~~

Caroline: it’s time for another week of quickie with our islanders.

Chelsea: What is your biggest guilty pleasure?

Lucas: That’s top secret! We have to maintain some mystery. 

Bobby: What superpower would you choose?

Chelsea: I’d wanna read minds, so totes. Think of the gossip you’d hear! I’d love to know what goes through peoples heads.

Bobby: Invisibility—imagine all the cool pranks you could do with this, like pretending to be a poltergeist.

~~~~~

Caroline: There seems to be another love triangle forming between Noah, Hope, and Priya. The latest challenge led to some saucy revelations. Priya revealed Noah is considering choosing her at the next recouple, leaving Hope and Noah questioning their relationship. Hope and Noah are on the rocks at the moment.

AJ: Yeah, it’s the moment Priya goes, “Your relationship is falling apart. Noah and I would be a better couple, and she’s gonna fight for that to happen." War declared. The moment those words come out, savage.

Caroline: It’s like the Battle of Noah, isn’t it?

HRVY: It’s great telly, innit it?

Caroline: Talia, what is it like in there when tensions are running high? Can you escape it?

Talia: You can’t escape it. You can’t get out. Literally. But, me, personally, I would just go to the daybed. Get my favourite snack and just ignore people.

Caroline: Unbothered queen. That’s why we love you.

~~~~~

Caroline: Our Islanders are having the summer of a lifetime in their very own sun-kissed paradise, and no two days are ever the same. This season, a separate villa called Casa Amor will be introduced. Existing couples will be temporarily separated, and the Islanders will have the opportunity to form connections with the new arrivals. 

The screen flashes to six new attractive boys and six new beautiful girls.

Audience: CHEERING and APPLAUSE

Caroline: After a few days, there will be a recoupling ceremony where they will decide whether to stay loyal to their original partners or switch to a new Casa Amor connection. Will the Islanders stay loyal, or will their heads turn?

HRVY: I think it’s gonna be an issue for a few people.

Caroline: Do you think our Islanders haven’t really been tested enough, Talia?

Talia: I think this type of separation will test all their loyalties and might dredge up prior relationship baggage and trust issues.

[sivarcher-sivvie]

Small snippets of Valentine's Day fic that I'm working on! Which when I finished it will be late but oh well 🤣

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Despite how the people from the 99th precinct see them, they do celebrate Valentine's Day.

That is the first thought when Raymond heard Jake is exclaiming so loud at the bullpen for: "I bet Captain Holt and Kevin doesn't even know today is Valentine's Day because it was just another capitalism ruse. "

"They will probably read some historic stuff about the St Valentine instead." Amy chimed in.

That was what keeps Raymond from doing his job this morning.

They do celebrate Valentine's Day, or perhaps the word celebrate is a little exaggerated. On the 14th of February, what he will do is make sure to go home early, enjoy a meal that can be compared to fine dining in a fine restaurant that is prepared carefully by Kevin - he will cook both of their favourites. And after that, they sit in the study room in an armchair each and enjoy the reading materials.

Sounds not much different than their usual evening if he or Kevin is not busy. Yet something is different, he can feel it in the air. Maybe it is the way he looks at Kevin, maybe it is the way Kevin looks at him. There is something mingling in the air.

On that day, everything is normal yet it seems abnormal at the same time. He could not quite tell what it was, perhaps it really is the Holiday Spirit.

When there's something to celebrate, or something to commemorate, even the smallest things seem special.

And that peculiar feeling surrounded him, making him want to listen to Kevin's voice, all of a sudden for no reason.

And so he did, make a phone call to Kevin, after he checks his schedule and makes sure he is available at the time.

"Good Afternoon, Kevin. " After merely three rings, the phone got picked up. That was faster than usual, is Kevin having the same feeling as him?

That sounds stupid to even think about.

"Good Afternoon, Raymond. What is it that makes you call at this time?" Kevin sounds uplifting from his slightly higher voice.

"Nothing special, I am just checking in. Peralta has been bugging me with his so-called Valentine's Day plan for the whole morning." He could not help but sound a little whining.

"Ah, I understand. Is there anything you would like me to help?" This is what he loves most about Kevin. Blunt and Direct. If you want anything from him, just tell. He will not join and is also bad at guessing games.

"No, but I appreciate your support." He knows there is no reason for him to call Kevin, and he knows Kevin knows too.

But they do not say it out loud, not everything needs to be upfront. Subtle is key.

"If that is the case, I trust that I will continue our evening as usual on this day? I will have your favourite ready when you come home." Kevin had purchased enough ingredients for him to prepare the meal and he sounded very excited for it, based on the fact that he paused and put emphasis on almost every word.

He should have said yes, of course. And ends the call with I love you as usual. But some part of him caught himself up, in his brain there's just a 'ding' to mimic an idea, and it is an idea that he would like to propose.

"Kevin, what do you say we..."

Back then when they were young and restless, they never had a chance to do this. Now they had the opportunity, but they are no longer the passion couple they used to be, they are mellow, comfortable life partners right now.

Still, being the immature one between them, Raymond believes that they should do it. They should...

"Head out for a date tonight?"

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I'll probably finish this piece this weekend, and put it in the Daily Life collection.

And I gotta say... Between playing Disco Elysium and Hogwarts Legacy, it spins up a lot, and I meant A LOT of AU ideas... Which a lot of them will probably just stay as ideas lol

[kithtaehyung]

hiiiii my love! it’s been soooo long!! life’s been moving at a pretty fast pace for me and i’ve been trying to juggle everything for a while, but i thought i’d pop in and say hi hehe :) i got interviewed for a job and it took almost a month to hear back, but i got it! i just finished my first week today and i feel a little overwhelmed but good🤧

how have you been, love? i saw that you were at the concert jin threw for festa!! that must’ve been so fun😭 WHAT WAS IT LIKE TO BE A PART OF THE GROUP OF PEOPLE THAT WERE THE FIRST TO HEAR SUPER TUNA AND MOON LIVE IN PERSON?? AHHH I LOVE THIS FOR YOU SM🫶🏻🫶🏻 i defs teared up when he sang the astronaut. that song has a very special place in my heart :,)

i’m excited for the teaser for minted and i’m 100% gonna stay tuned! also, i haven’t been able to find the time to write my review, but i promise as soon as i do, i will finish it ASAP!! it’s sitting at about 3 pages rn and we’re just barely at the beginning (meaning this one might be the longest feedback i have for you yet HEHEHE)

as always, stay hydrated, get lots of rest, give yourself some breaks, and stay well nourished🫶🏻

p.s. i miss our 3tan couple sm and i’m defs gonna be rereading forfeit tonight before i go to bed🤧

-🥮

MOONCAKE IM SO PROUD OF YOU CONGRATS ON THE JOB🥹🤍🤍🤍 that’s a huge cause for celebration!🍾 let’s pop the champagne and party ahaha

I… cried so hard HAHAHA and we all cheered like mad every second we got! It was such a beautiful reunion and I am grateful as hell to be part of it. Saved my flowers for memories, as well🫂 What a good time.

RAHHHHH I am itching itching itching to read your broken review🥹 obviously with all things, take your time! But just know I’m gonna scream and cry and laugh along as soon as I read it🥳 length is but a plus! Anything you have to say about it will make me the happiest🤍

How was the forfeit reread? I need to go back and have a good cry🤣 so I might do that, as well!

[matryosika]

반역 (betrayal)

pairing – bang chan, hyunjin x reader

word count – 7.2k

warnings – brat!reader, degradation, dirty talk, kind of forced submission, masturbation (f), blowjob/deepthroat, slight knife play, impact play, use of toys (ropes, wand and nipple clamps), double penetration, unprotected sex, body cumshot.

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a “congratulations, y/n” followed by a bunch of applause was the last thing you heard before your mind drifted completely into oblivion, celebrating internally as you managed to keep a relaxed demeanor in front of your boss and your co-workers.

the meeting, which lasted for barely 30 minutes, felt like a whole eternity. your heart kept on pounding with excitement, your sweaty hands kept on clenching to your leather purse and both of your legs spent the entire time fidgeting, anticipating the most important verdict of your whole career.

congratulations and promotion, those were the words you were looking forward to the most ever since one of your co-workers told you that Mr. Hwang, koisra’s CEO, was starting to evaluate every analyst on the market’s research area to promote it, since the head of the department was about to retire soon.

not in a million years you imagined you would be standing there, in one of the top consulting firms in south korea, getting a promotion and winning 7,700,000 KRW per month for doing the work you enjoyed the most.

well, doing the work you loved most and pulling some strings, like every thinking human being would do.

[6:42 p.m., Hwang Hyunjin]

meet me at the signiel tonight

we must celebrate, isn’t that right?

the way your phone vibrated against your hand shook you out of your trail of thoughts, lowering your gaze just a little to read the message resting on your home screen: meet me at the signiel tonight. the signiel, probably one of the most expensive hotels around seoul and hyunjin’s favorite place to de-stress. you knew him for long enough to know what his definition of celebration was, but you truly couldn’t be mad about it. not when he was a crucial factor in Hwang’s decision to promote you.

instead of replying, you looked for his gaze around the meeting room. sitting across the other side of the table, both of his eyes were already fixed on you, a proud smirk faintly raising on the corner of his lips while his eyes gave you a compassionate look.

hwang hyunjin, the head-director of the partners identification area and your favorite worst nightmare. you had always thought that he earned his position because of the power his last name held but, once you met him, you understood that he deserved it. smart, witty, hard-working and a bastard with a god-complex, he always ended up having things his way.

and that included you. partly.

partly because he took an effort in seducing you. and partly because the decision of falling into his temptation was actually yours. it was not really something you would take pride in, really, but sometimes ulterior motives are what really moves people to do something. like my mother used to say, work smarter, not harder.

however, as much as your initial motive was far from why you were still with him now, you couldn’t deny that hyunjin was probably the man of many people’s dreams. yours included.

“that would be it for today, we will see each other next friday as usual” mr. hwang announced, interrupting the eye-contact between you and hyunjin who was now standing up from his seat in order to leave the meeting room. you ran both of your hands against your skirt to straighten it before standing up, the excitement of the promotion mixed with hyunjin’s promised night made your heart throb in anticipation, a warm familiar sensation traveling throughout your whole body.

but that cozy feeling disappeared in a matter of seconds when another set of eyes darted you a cold gaze from across the room, making you feel almost powerless. even if you wanted to look away, his intimidating presence made you look at him for a few seconds, your whole body trembling inside at such an infuriating look.

you wouldn’t really consider breaking up with chan a mistake because that was a decisive moment in you working towards getting that promotion for yourself, but you also couldn’t deny the fact that your heart melted in nostalgia every time you looked at him. he was a good partner, caring, hard-working, smart and patient.

but as hard as you loved him, you never really saw a future in him.

he left the meeting room without saying anything, not even a smile or his characteristic faint smirk he used to give you before, when you achieved something you worked for. as much as that action made your heart sank, you swallowed hard and left the meeting room, trying to focus your mind on the excitement behind the promotion or on the plans you had for the night.

“y/n, hey!” moon-ji, one of the interns of the company, who was also a research analyst like you, reached out to you as soon as she saw you leaving the meeting, “congratulations on your promotion!”

“thank you, moon-ji” you replied, giving her a soft smile and slightly touching her shoulder.

“i was planning on giving you some flowers as a gift for your promotion and as a sign of gratitude for everything you have teached me, but it seems like someone already stole my idea” she joked, letting out a soft laugh.

“flowers?” you asked her confused, looking over at the desk you had occupied for the last 2 consecutive years. and there it was, sitting on top of various work-sheets, probably the most expensive flower arrangement you had ever seen in your entire life. however, as soon as you read the white gift-card resting on top of a bunch of roses, you inevitably gulped.

“the secret of success is perseverance. congratulations on your promotion, beautiful.

to y/n, from hwang hyunjin and bang chan.”

the smile that once was settled in your face faded away after reading the last words, your pair of curious eyes dancing around the whole lobby trying to catch a glimpse of either hyunjin or chan, but they were nowhere to be found.

reading both of their names together on a gift meant for you made your heart beat a hundred times faster than before.

maybe you wouldn’t have reacted this way if only hyunjin and chan weren’t enemies to death.

even though you had been living in korea for a while now, you just couldn’t get used to the expensive life-style people carried in seoul. no matter how many times you had walked those streets or ate at those restaurants, it always shocked you how expensive everything looked to the point that you almost always ended up feeling out of place. nonetheless, you couldn’t deny how much you loved everything about the city.

“i have a reservation,” you mumbled as you approached the reception of the hotel “under the name of Hwang Hyunjin”.

the young lady behind the counter gave you a courtesy smile and proceeded to dive into the computer in front of her, clicking the keyboard as her eyes danced from one side to another. “i have the reservation here,” she indicated “but mr. hwang has not arrived to the hotel yet”.

“oh” you cooed, “i’ll just wait for him here in the lob-”

“actually,” the lady interrupted, her gaze going over the rounded pair of glasses she was wearing, “the room he booked is also under the name of bang chan, are you accompanying them?”

“bang chan?” you muttered, almost inaudible for the lady behind the counter but crystal clear for the person who was standing right behind you.

“that would be me” he intervened, one of his hands resting on your lower back as the other one leaned on to receive the card to the hotel room. “mr. hwang had a setback but he will be joining us soon”.

the lady frowned once she caught a glimpse of the terror engraved in your face and, almost instinctively, her eyes immediately went over chan. without prying any further, she handed chan a red card that was meant for the door of the hotel room, “signiel seoul hotel hopes that your stay is pleasant enough for you to come back, please enjoy the night”.

and even though she might’ve had a ton of questions about the odd situation, she kept them to herself. when it came to powerful people, or people with influence, it was better to stay quiet than to ask any questions that they didn’t feel like addressing.

“start walking” chan whispered in your ear right after he saved the card in the pocket of his black pants, the hand that was resting on your lower back pushing you ever so slightly as a way of encouraging you to do what he commanded.

“first the flower arrangement and now this?” you questioned in a whisper, trying not to draw any attention of the people gathered around the lobby or the hotel staff, “can you explain me what the fuck is going on?”

“shut up and keep on walking, y/n” he mumbled without even looking at you, his jaw completely clenched as he guided you all the way to the hotel’s elevator, “you don’t want to cause a scene here, do you?”.

luckily (or unlucky) for you, the elevator filled up with at least 6 other people, leaving no empty room for you and chan to have a talk. however, that only exempted you from having a not-so-pleasant conversation for just a few minutes.

[9:12 p.m., Hwang Hyunjin]

did you like the flowers i bought you?

they are pretty, right?

something came up but i’m on my way now.

suddenly, the whole elevator felt way smaller than it actually was. the few people gathered there felt like a whole crowd, your body starting to sweat almost immediately as soon as you read his messages and you found chan’s gaze fixed on you. you knew both of them –and you knew they would never do anything to harm you–, but still, it was impossible for you not to be afraid of whatever it was that was going on between the two of them.

and just when you thought the whole room ran out of oxygen, the doors of the elevator opened.

“room 9097” chan mumbled really close to your ear before pushing your lower back again, signaling you to start walking. and, as astonished as you were, you did.

oh, how you wanted to win the endless battle against your mind, but as soon as you heard chan’s deep voice right next to you or felt his warm touch on your skin, you couldn’t help but bring back the best memories you treasured of him.

as you walked down the long hall, with each step you were drawing yourself further and further from the people that were gathered once in the elevator, leaving behind the bustle and crowded atmosphere only for it to be replaced with the coldness and overwhelming presence of chan. being around him was nothing new, since you two worked together under the same company, but it had been a while since the last time your body found this close to his.

his figure overcame yours as he took the red card to open the door of the hotel room, your eyes fixing on the numbers that were engraved with blank ink in the middle of it. “after you” he mumbled, opening the door for you.

he will never lose his charm.

“make yourself comfortable,” he added, closing the door right after he got in “not that i need to say that, since you come here every once in a while with hyunjin, right?”

“what is this about, chan?” you bluntly asked, laying your purse next to the night stand. he was right, though, you had been at least 5 times at that hotel and that was a very low number for the countless times you remembered.

“i can’t congratulate you for your promotion?” he asked, mocking pain in his words as he drawed a chair to sit right in front of you with both of his legs spreaded.

“since when you and hyunjin are friends?” you questioned him, taking a sit on the edge of the bed right in front of where the chair was positioned. “last time i checked, he wasn’t too fond of you and you hated him with a passion”.

“turns out that, at the end of the day, we had more things in common than we thought we had”. he explained stretching his body on his seat. as hard as you tried to avoid looking at him, you couldn’t help but end up fixing your gaze on the pair of veiny hands that were resting on his knees. those hands that made you see heaven and hell, both at the same time. “you haven’t changed at all” he mocked, his eyes trailing your gaze’s path all the way to his body.

“it hasn’t been that long” you replied coldly, crossing one of your legs on top of the other, “don’t act like you don’t see me on a daily basis”.

“i wish i didn’t,” he added, his gaze fixing on your legs and the hems of your dress without shame, “it would save me a ton of anger”.

“are you still bitter about us breaking up?” you teased, letting out a faint laugh as you rested your body’s weight on your forearms, “i told you i wanted to focus on my career and i did”.

“do you really take pride on getting a promotion for fucking the CEO’s nephew?” he questioned, both his eyes giving you a threatening look, “that’s low, even for a slut like you”.

“a slut like me?” you counter-attacked, trying to maintain your composure even after the words that came out of his mouth stinged your pride, “you never complained about it when we were together, dare i say you loved it”.

“that was back then,” the dark-haired spoke, “when i had something that no one else had”.

“i’m not an object, chan” you fired back, trying to keep up with his intimidating aura.

“you never complained about me treating you that way in bed when we were together, dare i say you loved it” he hissed, using the same words you did just mere seconds ago.

and before you could respond to him anything, the door of the room opened.

there he was, hyunjin, wearing the same black suit he had at the meeting with his long dark hair loose, holding a leather bag of the same color as his clothing.

you stood up from the edge of the bed and walked towards him, the amount of intense emotions threatening to explode right in front of his face. “can you explain me what the fu-” and without leaving you any more time to finish that sentence, he took a fistful of your hair and pulled it harshly, making you kneel right in front of him.

“shhhhhhhh,” he hummed, his characteristic playful smirk making an appearance in no time, “i brought you here to listen, not to talk”.

chan stood up from the chair and walked towards hyunjin, the two of them looking down at you while you struggled to find a comfortable position to ease the pain provided by hyunjin’s grip on your hair. “i don’t know what twisted thing is going on in both of your minds” you hissed, making eye contact with one and then another, "but i truly have no interest in knowing”.

“are you sure?” hyunjin questioned, mocking a sweet tone in his voice as he leaned down to be eye-level with you. “you don’t even want to know the story behind my newest friendship, beautiful?”

you looked at him in awe for a couple of silent seconds, your eyes threatening to start watering from the pain inflicted on your scalp as hyunjin’s grip got harsher and harsher with time. “i’m going to tell you, anyways.” he added with a smile while chan leaned down to open the leather bag.

and just when you thought the evening couldn’t get any weirder, you identified a lot of the things inside of the black leather.

things that both hyunjin and chan had used on you in the bedroom.

“i thought it was going to be way harder to get my way with you, you know?” hyunjin questioned, his available hand caressing your cheek with gracefulness as chan managed one of the things inside of the bag, “i thought it would take a lot of effort to have someone as intelligent and attractive as you are with me”, he continued his dark gaze making your whole body tremble under the warm touch of his hand, “but turns out, i had you for me since the very first day you started to work towards that promotion, isn’t that right?”

you knew where this was going, and to be honest, you were not quite sure if you were ready.

“i knew my last name was powerful enough to be respected, but i never knew it was all i needed to have you begging on your knees for me”.

“my bad” you mumbled with a faint smirk dawning on your face, “i should’ve been clear about my intentions before sleeping with you”.

“see, that’s the part i pity the most,” hyunjin rambled, looking over at chan’s maneuvers, “you didn’t really need me to have that promotion”.

chan’s figured moved towards your back, kneeling behind you as he grabbed both of your arms and settled them behind your back. you knew what was going to happen, but you had no intention to fight it.

not when your soul was ablazing for it to continue.

“my uncle was going to give you that promotion either way, your work is impressive” hyunjin mumbled, giving you a devilish smile, “too bad your neediness always get the best of you”.

“don’t act like you didn’t enjoy any of the nights we spent together, hyunjin” you counterattacked, wincing every time chan tightened the ropes around your wrists a bit too tight. “or do you want me to remind you how much you whined and begged for me?”

“tsk-” hyunjin clicked his tongue, “someone truly needs to fuck the brat out of you”.

“one should’ve thought you are just as dominant in bed as you are at work” you teased, trying to get the worst out of the long-haired, “but if only they knew how much of a pathetic needy man you are”.

“keep on talking” he whispered, tilting his head while never breaking eye-contact “and i assure you that you will regret it later”.

one last knot on the ropes tying your wrists and you couldn’t help but let out a faint cry, knowing that chan applied too much force on it on purpose. “she looks way better when that pretty mouth is put to good use” the short-haired mumbled, positioning himself right next to hyunjin who was now completely standing up.

“do you miss me already?” you teased chan, giving him a needy gaze on purpose to put him more on edge, “is that why you teamed up with hyunjin here? because you missed fucking me?”

“you never shut up, do you?” chan groaned, holding your hair with one hand while the other one unbuckled his belt and pants, your mouth watering from the sweet anticipation of getting something you fantasized with often. “the only time you are quiet is when you have your mouth full”.

you tried to resist his grip to make things even more fun, but he was always ten times more stronger than you were. and no matter how bratty you wanted to act, having his cock mere centimeters away from your lips made your cunt clench desperately around thin air “open your mouth”.

“make me” you teased, knowing that those words were like purchasing a ticket with no return.

chan cupped your cheeks and forced you to open your mouth, slamming his cock right into your warm hole while his hands moved from your cheeks to your hair, forcing you to swallow his whole length without giving you any time to adjust.

“look at her” hyunjin mumbled, taking a sharp black knife from the bag while he leaned on again to be on his knees in front of you, “always ready to take cock like the slut that she is”.

you gagged around chan’s length when you felt the sharp knife dragging along your dress, making cuts and ripping it off completely while hyunjin managed to undress you while having your hands tied up, “she knew she was getting fucked tonight, look at her”.

hyunjin dragged both of his hands along your body, making you tremble under his touch. the underwear you were wearing was almost transparent, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and so he was the first to notice how your nipples hardened every time chan forced himself into your mouth.

“i’ve been buying tons of toys i want to try with you” hyunjin admitted, his sweet gaze almost caressing your presence while you tried to keep on taking chan’s cock inside your mouth, “i talked to chan about it and we both bought you something… other than the flower arrangement, of course”.

right after finishing that sentence, chan’s cock withdrew from your mouth to give you an opportunity to open your eyes and catch some breath. you panted, an immense amount of drool escaping your lips and staining your underwear as well as hyunjin’s hands. “look at how much that pretty mouth of yours was watering to the thought of being filled with cock” hyunjin mumbled, “were you thinking about sucking his cock when you saw here at the hotel?”

you licked your lips without giving him a proper answer, your eyes scanning every single one of the movements he did. “isn’t this cute?” hyunjin asked, standing up completely and holding what looked like a chain in between his fingers, “chan picked the design specially for you, but it was my idea”.

“she is going to like it” chan assured, taking the chain between hyunjin’s hands and leaning on to put them on you “you’ve always said how good it feels right here”.

his hands lowered down your top underwear to reveal your breasts, the sight of your hardened buds making chan’s cock instantly throb. “it might hurt a little, but i know you will end up liking it” he mentioned, taking the chain and clenching both ends of it on each of your nipples. “does hyunjin know how much like pain, y/n?”

you hissed at the feeling of the nipple clamps, almost arching your back while you tried to breathe out the overwhelming feeling. however, not giving you any time to get used to the sweet pain, chan’s hand grabbed the middle of the chain and pulled it, making your whole body straigthen up in an instant. “fuck-”

“you gag, i pull” he ordered, “you make any sound, i pull, understood?”

“is this my punishment for hurting you both?” you asked, your glossy eyes making hyunjin’s cock beg for its release.

“think of it as a payback” hyunjin answered, “you had what you wanted and now we are both taking what we want”.

chan pulled from the chain again, making you cry. the sound, however, drowned immediately as soon as he pushed his cock back again your mouth again. hyunjin lost almost no time, unbuckling his pants and belt while chan fucked your mouth. and ever since then, they spent taking turns on shoving their cocks inside your warm hole, making you drool, gag and cry around their lengths every time they forced themselves in you.

“i wish you could see yourself, y/n” chan groaned with his jaw clenched, the sight of you eagerly bopping your head over his length while hyunjin’s cock brushed one side of your face waiting to be used could make him cum almost instantly, “your parents would be extremely disappointed if they saw what you are doing right now”.

you slightly withdrew from chan’s cock to take hyunjin’s length inside your mouth, making a mess on yourself in the process. “isn’t she pretty?” hyunjin asked, his head rolling slight back due to the feeling of your warm lips wrapping around him, “taking two cocks at the same time like the good slut that she is”.

“i bet she is soaking wet by just having her mouth fucked” chan grunted, his hand caressing your hair while your mouth did wonders on hyunjin’s cock, “maybe we should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you”.

you shook your head against hyunjin’s length, withdrawing from it while a string of saliva connected your mouth with his cock. nonetheless, you weren’t counting on the chain hanging on your breasts to be pulled. “did i told you i was done?” hyunjin asked, earning a painful whine out of you before resumed your task.

“there are so many things we both want to do with you” chan admitted, starting to unbutton his shirt, “one night is not going to be enough”.

his voice full of lust and the hidden promise behind his words made you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to receive any kind of stimulation on your core. never in your life you thought you would’ve ended up being used by both your ex-boyfriend and your current partner, but the idea excited you maybe a little bit too much, to the point where all your inhibitions were completely wiped off from your consciousness.

after hyunjin’s cock left your lips, he untied the ropes for you to be able to take your underwear off, as well as to give you more freedom on your upper limbs. “how long have you been planning this?” you asked with a sore throat, your hitching breath and quick heartbeats making you feel almost dizzy.

“maybe we never hated each other like you thought we did” chan replied taking out a familiar device from the bag, “you are not the only one who knows how to lie around here, y/n”.

“let’s play a game, shall we?” hyunjin interrupted, his hands slightly pushing your back into the bed while chan handed him the wand vibrator that you knew too well, “for every sound you make, you get one spank” hyunjin explained with a devilish smirk, his cold gaze fixed on how pretty the nipple clamps looked on you, “and no matter how good we are making you feel, you are not allowed to cum”.

you looked at him and then at chan, which had a serious demeanor on him. chan knew your limits more than hyunjin did, but the both of them were just as fearless. chan wanted to push you to the edge because he always loved to see how you outdid yourself, but hyunjin just liked to push your limits because he was a fucking sadist. and you loved them both equally.

“what happens if i cum without permission?” you panted, opening both of your legs once you felt hyunjin’s hands forcing your thighs open.

“you don’t want to now, y/n” he smiled, turning on the wand and dragging it across your thigh.

it wasn’t even close to your core, but a rebellious moan still managed to escape your lips as soon as the toy touched your skin “that’s one”.

you rolled your back while your forearms rested your whole weight, repressing another painful cry when chan unexpectedly removed the nipple clamps from your breasts. “good girl” he praised in a mocking tone, peppering kisses on your reddened and sore buds.

“no moaning” hyunjin warned, pressing down the wand even more against your bundle of nerves. you arched your back against the bed, trying to hold your breath in order to avoid making any kind of sound.

“you’re such an obedient slut” chan groaned against your breasts, his tongue grazing around them avoiding the place where you needed him the most in purpose, “always ready to fucked, always ready to please anyone who is willing to give you even the slightest crumb of pleasure… you are the perfect fucktoy for us to use, you know that?”

you nodded with your eyes closed, your back still painfully arched as your body tried to get used to the sensations of the vibrator.

“you should see how desperate she gets at work” hyunjin intervened, looking at how much you struggled to keep your composure, “every time she tells me how much she needs to touch herself at the restrooms when i’m busy because she just can’t go a day without having a cock to fill her up”.

“is that right, y/n?” chan asked, dragging his finger over your sensitive nipples and making your whole body squirm under his touch, “i can imagine how pathetic you look inside of the bathroom stalls with both of your legs opened, your cunt dripping wet while you desperately try to get some release with those pretty hands of yours”.

and, once again, you couldn’t repress the moan that escaped your lips at his words.

“this is your second one” hyunjin announced, increasing the mode of the wand.

“you want to cum already,” chan whispered, “isn’t that right?”. you shook your head in despair, one of your hands covering your mouth while tears started to prick in the corner of your eyes. the stimulation provided by hyunjin, along with chan’s presence and words was everything you needed to cum.

but you also knew that if you did so, the fun was going to be over in a matter of seconds.

“just look at her” hyunjin spitted, one of his fingers brushing against the skin on your thighs, “her whole body is shaking and his cunt is throbbing, i bet she can’t even make a coherent sentence because she is already too fucked out to even think properly” hyunjin mocked, the sight of your pulsating pussy making his cock twitch, “she is ready to cum, too bad she doesn’t have any permission”.

you tried to close your legs around hyunjin’s hand, but he was faster to place one of his knees on top of your thigh to prevent that from happening, “i will not stop until you reach your breaking point, so keep your legs open for us, slut”.

“you can make all the noise you want now” chan mumbled as he gave a look to hyunjin “we at least want to hear how good you beg and whine for us”.

you gasped deeply as you cursed under your breath, a ton of incoherent words leaving your lips while you did your best to obey hyunjin’s rule.

“go ahead,” hyunjin grunted, licking his lips at the sight of your weak body still fighting the urges to cum, “degrade yourself and we’ll see if you deserve to cum”

you knew exactly what the both of them wanted, and you knew why they wanted it.

they wanted to see you touch rock bottom because they couldn’t bear the fact that you had use the both of them for your own pleasure. they wanted to see you getting humiliated because it was a way of paying them back for the things you got at their expense. but right now, being completely naked in a bed in front of them, your whole body anticipating for a sweet orgasm while their gazes were fixed on you and their cocks were aching to be inside you… you couldn’t care any less.

“i’m nothing but a filthy slut” you cried, your hips bucking against the toy hyunjin was holding against you, “i’m nothing but holes for the both of you to use when you please”.

a devilish smirk appeared on both of their faces, groaning instinctively at your words.

“i need you both to fuck me” you cried, coming out almost as a painful scream, “fuck- i don’t even care which holes you use, just please-please, pl-please fuck me, i’m nothing but a fucking cockslut”.

your hips kept on grinding against the wand, while both hyunjin and chan stroked their lengths at the delicious sight of your pathetic body practically begging to be used and fucked like an object.

“just because we can’t spent another second without fucking your holes-” hyunjin groaned, pressing the wand against your bundle of nerves even more, “you can cum. but don’t you dare to think for a second that we are done with you”.

and with those three heavenly words, you let out the filthiest moan the both of them had ever heard from you. one spasm after another, your whole body and legs started to shake almost uncontrollably on the bed, your back completely arched while your hands held the soft bed sheets harshly.

“that’s our good slut” chan praised, trying to hold down your body “you look so pathetic and dumb right now, y/n”.

hyunjin turned off the wand and left it aside,undressed himself and laid down on the bed grabbing the nipple clamps that chan left on the side. “i hope you enjoyed it” he muttered, settling himself down on his back while he signaled you to get on top, “because now it’s time for the punishment”.

your weak legs got on top of hyunjin, whining and crying everytime his cock grazed against your core, providing you even the slightest overstimulation.

“2 spanks, isn’t that right?” hyunjin asked with his head slightly tilted, “don’t you think you deserve more?”

“yes, hyunjin” you replied almost automatically, ready to say anything to have your way. and your way was having the both of them fucking you until you forget everything but their names.

“how many do you want?” he asked, “or how many do you think you deserve?”

“give her 20” chan ordered, putting himself right behind you, “and i’ll give her another 20”.

hyunjin licked his lips and forced your whole body to rest on top of him, one of his arms locking you against him while the other one caressed your asscheeks, “count for me, please”.

and so you did. one after another one, you recieved every spank while being bent over hyunjin’s body, feeling his cock hardening every time you let out a painful cry. you couldn’t see yourself, but you knew from experience that a bunch of bruises were going to be decorating your ass tomorrow.

“so pretty” chan groaned, looking at how red both of your asscheeks looked. during your relationship, he was never too fond of causing you any pain. however, that all changed once he saw your pretty body squirming under him every time you received the slightest bit of stimulation.

after giving you a few seconds to gain your composure, hyunjin’s cock was the first one to slam itself into you, earning a moan out of your swollen lips. “you are- so fucking tight” he groaned, clenching his jaw at the sensation of your walls hugging his length, “no wonder why you are always begging to be filled”.

you placed both of your hands on his chest while your head rolled slightly back, feeling the warm sensation of his cock inside you. hyunjin’s hands grabbed the nipple clamps again, and he lost no time into clenching them around your nipples again.

“you look so pretty in these” he groaned, feeling how your cunt throbbed every time he tightened the clamps, “i want to see how pathetic you look riding me with these hanging on from your breasts.”

you let out a faint cry once the clamps were completely hanging from you again, the sore feeling of earlier making its appearance as soon as you tried to move on top of him.

“you are going to ride both of our cocks at the same time” chan mumbled, your whole body trembling with anticipation at the feeling of his length brushing against your asshole. “so you better make us cum”.

you took a deep breath as you felt chan prudding into your tightest hole, the painful feeling being almost unbearable.

“sluts like you can take a cock on their asses” hyunjin groaned, feeling how every time you clenched harder and harder against him, “suck it up”.

your whole body fell down on hyunjin again, your forearms too weak for you to even hold yourself. “i can’t-”

“yes you can” chan interrupted, almost groaning at the feeling of your warm hole, “you had taken me many times before, this time it’s not going to be an exception”.

let out a cry again, feeling how he slammed his cock in and out of you in an attempt to get you used to it. and as much as you hated to admit it, it worked.

the painful feeling was long gone, only replaced with pleasure and the arousal of knowing that both of their cocks were inside you, begging for you to milk them completely.

“start riding us” hyunjin ordered while the tip of his fingers brushed against the gold chain in front of him, “you know how to make us cum, pretty good slut”.

with hard work, you managed to raise your body by resting the palm of your hands on hyunjin’s chest, your hips involuntarily grinding against both of them.

“faster” chan demanded, landing a spank on your sore ass, “prove us how much of a slut you truly are”.

and just as if your brain was controlled by each of their words, you started to move eagerly against them, ignoring the soreness of your whole body. the way the nipple clamps felt on your breasts everytime they bounced, the way hyunjin’s and chan’s cock filled you up just fine, chan’s filthy words and hyunjin’s penetrative gaze was everything you needed to reach your second orgasm.

but you needed to take your time, you needed to engrave this memory in your head because never in your life you had felt more pleasured than being submitted to them.

“come on, slut” hyunjin mumbled, one of his hand pulling the chain of the nipple clamps ever so slightly, “weren’t you bold a few minutes ago talking about how much i beg for you when you ride me?”

and just like a small spark ignited a big fire, his words caused that bratty part of you to come out once again. your hands that were once resting on his chest moved all the way to his neck, choking him just fine and using him as a support, riding both of their cocks while hyunjin’s smirk grew wider and wider.

“you say i can’t go a day without being filled up with a cock” you moaned, making sure to clench around both of them constantly, “but you can’t go a day without wanting to fill me up, we are the same”.

chan let out a groan at the scene and your words, grabbing your hips while he actively slammed his cock into you, making you cry and whine even louder than before.

“that doesn’t make you any less of a slut” hyunjin moaned in between broken words, his smile growing wider everytime you choked him harder. “a beautiful, filthy, cockslut that just wishes to be used as a sex toy every single fucking day”.

you continued on doing your task, choking hyunjin as the chain grazed over his pretty plumped lips. chan’s cock felt heavenly inside you, stretching your ass just fine, but it was the sinful noises coming out of his mouth what made you feel the most aroused.

and just when you thought you had found physical stability in your body, chan grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head back, making you arch your back while his eyes found yours.

“you are nothing but our filthy cock slut” he groaned, punding your ass at a rough pace, “you are meant to please us and only us, every time and at any hour of the day that we want. you are nothing but our dirty cute sex toy, always available for us to use and fuck whenever we feel like it”.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck-” you chanted, feeling your orgasm approaching every time a word came out of his lips.

“you look so pathetic right now, y/n” he moaned, his noises mixing up with hyunjin’s, “being stuffed by two cocks and degrading yourself… i wish you could see yourself”.

he let out of your hair making your whole body fall against hyunjin’s once again, chan picking up the pace of his thrusts while he, like hyunjin, desperately chased his high.

“fuck- i’m cuming” you anounced once again, hiding your face on the long-haired’s neck.

“cum all over our cocks” he groaned against your ear, feeling how the movement of your hips became sloppier by the minute, “prove us how much of a slut you are for us”.

and with those last words, your high washed over you once again. not without hyunjin’s hands finding your neck and choking you back as a way of revenge, looking at your pretty glossy eyes trying to keep themselves open while you reached the highest point of your orgasm, your moans and whines coming out broken as hyunjin restricted the flow of oxygen through your head.

“please-” you whined.

“please what?” chan groaned, gripping your hips harshly while he chased his own high.

“please- cum-”

“what do you want, pretty?” hyunjin panted, feeling the consequences of your high driving him almost insane.

“cum- inside” you managed to mumble, your incoherent and fucked out mind too busy trying to recover from the nerve wrecking orgasm to even attempt to talk.

“do you want us to cum inside you?” chan asked with fake sympathy.

“y-yes” you whispered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while you tried to bear the overstimulation on your holes and nipples, “cum inside”.

“our pretty dumb slut can even form coherent words” hyunjin mocked, slightly slapping one of your cheeks. “too bad we don’t follow orders from fuck toys like you”.

and with that being said, both of them withdrew their cocks from inside you, leaving you without any physical support and laying you down on the bed as you tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

“please- not”

“aren’t you a cockslut?” chan questioned, stroking himself right on top of your body, “cock sluts don’t mind where they get the cum, right?”

“inside-”

“be grateful we even fucked you in the first place, y/n” hyunjin groaned, looking at your pretty fucked out face, “and be grateful that we are going to cum on your beautiful body”.

tears started streaming down your face once you realized that you were not going to get what you truly wanted, that being filled up with their cum on both of your holes.

you looked at the both of them stroking their lengths on top of your body, begging for them to cum on you over and over again.

and that’s what they did, painting your abdomen and breasts with their sticky arouse.

“this is the only thing you are good for” hyunjin whispered in your ear, looking at how good your body looked while being dirty, “and just know that we will continue on using you over and over again, because that’s what sluts like you want, isn’t that right?”.

and you, being too weak to even rethink your decision, nodded.

if only you knew, that this was merely the beginning of what was about to come.

[themultifandomgal]

His Queen Pt2

1 year later

Ahkmenrah and I were married 6 months ago. Normally the Queen would be with child by now, however I seem to be struggling to conceive. I am praying to Hathor, Min and Taweret that we will be able to have a child soon

"My Prince, your mother and father have taken ill" Baketmut runs into the library, Ahk reading up on the past rulers and I reading on what makes a good Queen. We put our books down and make our way to the King and Queens chambers. Kahmunrah is already there

"My son" Merenkahre croaks out "until we are well. I need you to take over as Pharaoh"

"But father, I'm not..."

"If you say your not ready I will jump out of this bed and beat you with a stick" Merenkahre laughs, which turns into a cough

"Ahk, Kah. Give us a moment alone with Amunet" Shepseheret softly speaks. The two men walk out of the room "come my dear" I walk around the bed to Shepseheret and take her hand "are you yet with child?" I look down at my feet, feeling ashamed

"No my Queen"

"Your time will come, here" Shepseheret pulls out a amulet that is in a box by her bed "wear this. My mother gave it to me to help with fertility. Wait until the full moon and keep praying"

"Thank you my Queen" I place the amulet around my neck and walk out of their room. Ahk and I take each others hands and decide to take a walk outside

"Where did you get that from?" Ahk asks

"Your mother. She said it will help us to have a child"

3 months later

I haven't had a bleed in 2 full moon cycles. And I have been rather sick recently. I have been peeing on barley and wheat every day since my suspicions and today the wheat is growing. Ahk and I are to have a baby girl. I leave for our chambers where Ahk is getting ready, Baketmut on my trail. I walk in with a huge grin on my face, shutting our door for some privacy

"Love, what is it? what's got you all happy?"

"The wheat is growing"

"Your with child?"

"Yes" I breathe out. Ahk runs up to me and spins me around

"We should celebrate, let's find mother and father" Ahkmenrah takes my hand and we walk to the garden where Merenkahre and Shepseheret are

"Good evening" Shepseheret says acknowledging our presence. Thankfully they got better after their sickness, which we all are grateful for

"Mother, Father. We have some news" Ahk squeezes my hand a little "Amunet is expecting"

"My dear that's wonderful news" Shepseheret pulls me in for a hug

"My son" Merenkahre places a hand on Ahkmenrah's shoulder "I'm very happy for you. Congratulations. Baketmut inform our people that we will be making an announcement tonight"

"Yes your highness" Baketmut bows her head and leaves us

"Which grew? the wheat? or barley?"

"The wheat" I reply to Shepseheret

"My son, may I speak with you?"

After Ahkmenrah and his father spoke, Akh comes to our chambers telling me all about how his father has been creating this tablet for him, however he doesn't know much about it. The next day we had our announcement and the people of Egypt are rather excited and happy for us.

Weeks go by and Merenkahre and Shepseheret fall ill once again, but this time they don't recover. The ritual of removing their organs and embalming them started a couple days ago, Ahkmenrah is now Pharaoh and I his Queen. Kahmunrah has been very grumpy and I just can't be dealing with him at the moment while Ahk and I are sorting out the proper burial for his parents

"Amunet?" I hear my name being called. I turn around to face Kahmunrah "when did you last eat or even drink? this can't be good for the baby"

"I'm eating and drinking fine" I turn back around to watch Ahkmenrah talking to a man who is moving the former King and Queens things

"Please, it would make me feel much better if you have something to eat. After all you are carrying my niece" Kahmunrah stands next to me offering me some bread. I take a piece trying to get him to shut up

"Why do you hate me so much?" I ask

"Hate you? oh no I don't hate you"

"But since I have lived here you have tormented me"

"I have because I hate how close you and my brother were and still are. I wish it were I who married you and because pharaoh" Kahmunrah places a hand on my shoulder. I quickly shrug it off

"There are many woman who would wish to marry you. Chase them not me" I walk away from him.

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Palace Garden | General Kirigan

M A S T E R L I S T Shadow and Bone Masterlist

smut requests info w.c | 4.8k summary | You are the General’s personal Healer, he doesn’t go anywhere without you. So when General Kirigan is invited to the King Pyotr’s annual ‘end of year’ party at the Grand Palace, you join him. Except the King’s second son, Nikolai, takes a special interest in you. 

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My Shadow and Bone pieces will probably include Spoilers from the SHOW. I have not yet read the books, I have only read through most of Six of Crows. I’m finishing that book as we speak, I have only seen the Shadow and Bone tv show, I haven’t read the books. 

PSA: I write with limited knowledge of who Nikolai Lantsov is, although I know he is royalty (King of Ravka I believe) but in the show he isn’t the King, so I made him a Prince. Don’t be mad at me, this is all for fun and it’s FICTION. 

“You’ve received another invitation from the King, just how long do you plan to ignore him?” You snicker as you drop a letter onto the General’s desk. It’s an invitation to King Pyotr’s End of Year Celebration, attended by decorated Soldiers from both the First and Second Army, and hopefully the esteemed General. The previous year the General had ‘urgent’ matters to attend to so he was unable to attend the dreaded party in his words. In truth you always had fun at the King’s Celebrations so you didn’t know what always soured his fun. 

“Until the day after next.” His shoulders were rigid and his tone was clipped. 

“General, tonight is the Celebration. You must answer the King by then, you know that.” You chuckled with a roll of your eyes, watching as the General begrudgingly tore open the envelope. You watched as his eyes scanned the paper in front of him, his eyebrows pinching together in frustration. 

“General?” You knew it was unwise to engage him when he was in a state of agitation but in all honesty, you didn’t fear him the way everyone else did. General Kirigan swiftly ignored you and reached for a pen, and upon further examination your eyes caught your name written on the letter from the King. 

‘I am most eager to meet your esteemed Healer, Y/N.’ 

The General tends to get a tad, possessive, of the things he deems belong to him. You were one the things the General had claimed as his own, and anybody who shows a particular interest in you tends to annoy him. You can see the tension growing in his shoulders, and while you might not know how deeply he cares for you, you know he sees you as more than just his Healer. Hopefully, he sees you as a sort of friend as well. 

“Are we going to attend the Celebration General?” You ask cautiously, watching as Kirigan’s expression shifts from mildly annoyed to thoroughly agitated. You make sure to keep at least one foot distance between you and the General at all times, he tends to be a bit unpredictable when he’s upset. You watch as the General stands, yanking at the buttons of his Kefta before tossing the heavy fabric onto his bed. 

“Yes, we are. Apparently both Princes will be in attendance.” The General says through a huff, reaching for his dress jacket- the black one with gold detailing he wears for social events. The Princes? Neither of the Princes have been spotted inside the Grand Palace for a few months now, it’s no wonder the King has chosen tonight for the Celebration. The end of the year isn’t for a few weeks and normally the Celebration is closer to the years change. You try to mask the mild excitement you feel at the prospect of meeting either of the Princes, although you don’t hear much about Prince Vasily. Most of the young Grisha women training in the Little Palace whisper about Prince Nikolai. 

“Does this please you?” The General asks, his tone distracted as he finishes buttoning his Kefta in the mirror. You shake your head, your eyes briefly catching his. 

“I couldn’t care either way General.” You say with a shrug, and you swear you see the tiniest smile grace the corner of his lips. For as long as you could remember you’ve had a thing for the General, what women wouldn’t? He’s tall, handsome, has dark hair, dark eyes, and he’s powerful. You doubt some Prince could ever compare to General Kirigan, not that you’re hoping one will. A Tailor swiftly enters the General’s chambers then, her eyes landing on you. 

“A package has come for Y/N sir, and she should be getting ready for the party soon.” She says, her eyes only briefly meeting the General’s before flickering back towards the floor. His eyebrows stitch together when he sees the box she holds. You reach for it before his hand raises, “give it to me.” He instructs sternly. The Tailor quickly hands the package to the General and you see an unreadable expression pull onto his face. He plucks a note from the top lid of the package, and hands it to you before opening the package. 

I await our meeting with bated breath dear Y/N. 

- Prince Nikolai

Inside the package is easily the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen. It’s blood red with silver detailing, and it goes all the way to the floor. You take the dress from the General, stroking the smooth silk. He can see the twinkling in your eyes as you eye the gift from the Prince, it sends surges of frustration through his tightening chest. The Tailor ushers you into the General’s bathroom so you can change, and the General turns his back for privacy. It’s been like this for some time now, you hardly ever get ready for social events in your own room anymore. You’d been the General’s Healer for quite a few years now, and on more than one occasion he’s had to provide some Healing for you as well. He’s seen your entire upper torso bare from when he had to heal a stab wound through your chest. Needless to say, you were probably too comfortable in the presence of the General. 

You stepped out of the bathroom and the General turned, his eyes landing on you. For a second he didn’t know what to say, you were absolutely stunning. Your hair had been let in loose curls down your back, normally you wore it up and out of the way so he didn’t normally get to admire your hair falling around your face. The dress hugged each of your curves beautifully, but the color was irritating him. Surely it was tailored to match whatever the Prince was wearing and General Kirigan couldn’t let that slide. 

“Well? Am I presentable?” You ask the General, knowing you’ll need his say-so  before you’re party ready. 

“Nearly.” The General says, his voice trailing off into a whisper as he leans over towards the Tailor. You can see her smile but it’s quickly masked, and you don’t know what he’s saying to her. Quickly the Tailor ushers you back into the bathroom and fumbles around for a few things from her kit. She turns back to you with concentration on her face and soon the appearance of your dress begins to change. The red color fades away and is replaced with an inky black color, and the silver detailing morph into gold detailing. Soon the dress remains mostly the same, except for the fact that it matches the Kefta the General is wearing. When you step out of the bathroom again, you see a pleased look upon the General’s face. 

“Now you’re ready.” 

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Your arm was hooked with the Generals as you entered the main hall of the Grand Palace, your eyes immediately traveling to all the ornate decorations covering the walls. Decorated window curtains, glass chandeliers, a wide ballroom laid out in front of you. It was crowded with people, a soft Orchestra playing in the background, and soft chatter. The General wore an easy smile across his face. He was keeping up appearances, you know he didn’t want to be here. His arm held you to his side tightly, and looming before you was the throne for the King and Queen. Stood on each side of them were the Princes, Vasily stood next to the King, and Nikolai next to the Queen. The King looked positively delighted to see the General. 

“General Kirigan! Good you could make it. You remember my sons Vasily and Nikolai don’t you?” The King gestured to both of the Princes, and while Vasily regarded the General with a polite smile, Nikolai’s eyes were firmly on you. 

“Yes of course, allow me to introduce the Princes to my Personal Healer- Y/N.” General Kirigan sounds almost proud as he introduces you, and you bow for the Princes who both send you a smile. Although Nikolai’s smile is flirtier then this brothers, who remains polite. The Queen’s eyes trail down your gown, noticing the slight shimmer to the fabric. 

“Your dress is lovely, you must have had a good Tailor.” She smiles and you blush as you take your place next to the General, your arm slipping through his with ease. 

“Well actually it was a gift from Prince Nikolai. T-Thank you for such a generous gift!” You inform her shyly, feeling General Kirigan’s body go slightly rigid beside you. You carefully peek at the General, and you notice he’s locked in a heated stare-down with Prince Nikolai. 

“You’re very welcome, did the color not suit you?” He asks and it’s just now that you notice the Kefta he’s wearing matched your dresses previous color perfectly. 

“Oh not at all-” 

“I thought it would be better for my Healer to match my Kefta, your highness.” The General cuts in, his voice polite but firm. The General says it as if you should match because you’re his Healer but you know what he’s really saying. He’s telling the Prince he wanted you to match his Kefta and not Nikolai’s, General Kirigan is saying that you belong to him and the Prince knows that.  

“Of course.” The Prince’s tone is tense, and the smile on his face looks practiced. You stay firmly placed by the Generals side, offering a polite smile as the General nearly drags you away from the royalty and further into the party. You can feel the frustration washing off the General in waves, your hand curling around his bicep a little tighter as a weak attempt to calm him. Kirigan almost cant stand the sight of you wearing a dress the Prince picked for you, but seeing the Princes face when he realized the dress he picked no longer matched his Kefta, but the General’s instead was wonderful enough to make up for it. 

“General? I apologize but you’re needed urgently-” A Grisha solider pushes gently through the crowd and begins to whisper hastily in the General’s ear. You see annoyance cross onto the General’s face before he shoos the Grisha away. He turns towards you, leaning down to brush his lips over the shell of your ear. The small action sends shivers down your spine. 

“Can you manage by yourself for a few minutes? There’s something I need to attend to, but I should be back shortly.” He whispers and you quickly offer him a nod before slipping your arm from his. General Kirigan shoots you an apologetic look before following the path the Grisha took before he disappears from sight. You hold a glass in your palm, although you’re not sure what the shimmering liquid is. You feel slightly out of place, and everyone steers clear of you. They saw you with the General, and are probably going to continue to ignore you to prevent receiving the Generals wrath.

“Y/N, right?” You hear a voice to your right and you know who it is before you even turn. Only one person is brave enough to approach somebody the General has placed an ‘unspoken’ claim on. 

“Prince Nikolai.” You smile politely, taking a step to the side to create a small amount of distance from you and the Prince. He sips at his glass, a twinkling of mischievousness in his eyes. 

“So tell me the real reason the color of your dress was altered. I thought we would have complimented each other nicely.” His voice is smooth like honey, his eyes a cool amber. It’s not that you find the Prince unattractive, quite the opposite actually. You just aren’t interested in him that way, and his good looks could never compare to General Kirigan. The Prince is clean cut and refined, while the General is rugged and untamed. They’re opposites in every way, and you just can’t be attracted to anybody else. Prince Nikolai could never compare to the General. 

“I apologize Prince Nikolai, but I wanted to match the General.” You say with ease, finally allowing yourself to take a sip of the mystery drink in your hand. A look you can’t place briefly crosses over Prince Nikolai’s face, if you didn’t know any better you’d say he looked hurt. 

“I see.” Is all he says and for the next few minutes you feel a tense silence before a hand presses against the small of your back. You turn your head and nearly breathe a sigh of relief. 

“General.” You smile, although his eyes are firmly on Prince Nikolai. His hand gently pulls you closer to his side, and your heart races the tiniest bit faster when his hand curls around your hip to rest there. You know you and the General aren’t together, but the placement of his hand tells people otherwise. You lean further into his side, and you can feel his body relax ever-so-slightly as you do so. When the Orchestra plays a slow song, General Kirigan glances down at you with a raised brow. 

“Prince Nikolai, if you’ll excuse us.” General Kirigan says when you notice other couples moving to the dance floor, including the King and Queen. He turns then and leads you out to the ballroom floor, his hand pressing against your lower back, holding your chest flush with his. He takes your hand with his free hand and soon you are both gently swaying to the music. The lights in the ballroom dim, the stars twinkling outside becoming even brighter. 

“General, could I ask you a question?” You ask softly, relaxing into his embrace. When you hear him hum softly in response you turn your head up to look at him, he towers over you. You nibble on your bottom lip, your heart beginning to race like mad in your chest. His grip on your palm shifts to allow his fingers to lace through yours gently. 

“Why does Prince Nikolai make you so...upset?” You ask, and deep down you know the answer. You just need him to say it. General Kirigan’s eyes flicker to meet yours, an expression on his face that you can’t read. His body presses more firmly against yours when his hold on your lower back tightens, pulling you even closer to him then you were before. You wished you could stay here in this moment with him forever, just the two of you and nobody else. You know that in your heart, you’ve fallen in love with General Kirigan but you doubt he’d ever feel the same way. 

“Because I dislike the amount of attention he gives you.” General Kirigan admits, his eyes turning away from yours. You thumb rubs circles over the back of his hand subconsciously as your mind tries to grasp what he just said. 

“Prince Nikolai could devote his entire life to attempting to impress me, and it would make no difference General.” You say softly, drawing his gaze back to yours. Your faces are nearly touching, your noses brushing against each others as you lean up on your tippy toes to be closer to him. 

“Why not?” He can’t help himself as he asks, surely there’s not a chance you could ever feel for him what he feels for you. Part of him hates himself for being so weak, for allowing his heart to care for you, for allowing a weakness to crawl into his heart. 

“Because he could never mean to me what you mean to me General, no matter how hard he tries...he could never be you.” You whisper softly, your cheeks burning hot and your eyes refusing to meet his. General Kirigan feels every emotion he’s tried to push away flood through him then, joy, excitement, glee, pure happiness. A small smile overtakes his face as he leans down to whisper in your ear for the second time tonight. 

“Aleksander.” 

“What?” You’re startled to say the least, pulling back to look into his eyes. Did he just...? 

“That’s my name.” He clarifies, a full smile on his face now. You feel your heart pounding heavily in your chest when you suddenly hear a loud explosion. Startled, you push yourself into General- Aleksander’s chest. His arms curl around your body as the floor to ceiling windows are thrown open, and fireworks are seen outside. Immediately people flood out onto the Palace garden to view the fireworks, and Aleksander is gently leading you outside with them. Your hand is still locked with his as your head tips up to watch the colors explode in the sky. The Alkemi really pulled all the stops for this firework show. Your breath is stolen right from your lungs as you watch the fireworks go off, but soon you feel Aleksander’s fingers turning your face to look at him. Your eyes lock onto his before you’re leaning forward to connect your lips to his. 

His arms wrap around your torso to pull you against him tighter, your arms flying up around his shoulders. You hear the fireworks exploding above you and the cheering of the crowd around you, but soon all of them fade away until it’s just you and Aleksander out in the garden alone. You don’t notice the people cheering for the fireworks around you, and you certainly don’t notice Prince Nikolai eyeing you with a broken heart from across the garden. He’s heard much of your victories in battle, and he knows more about you then you thought. When you part from Aleksander, you see a smile on his face and you know that same smile is mirrored on your own face. 

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By the time you make it back into Aleksander’s room, the moon is at it’s peak in the sky but you don’t feel tired. You stand shyly in his doorway, usually this is around the time you’d bid the General goodnight and begin the short trek to your room. But you’re not ready to say goodnight, you’re not ready for tonight to be over just yet and you can only hope he isn’t either. You bite the inside of your cheek just as you turn to head back into the hallway. 

“Leaving so soon?” You hear his voice cut through the silence, and when you turn you see hurt flashing in his eyes. Does he want you to stay? 

“I assumed you’d want me to go...like I normally do.” You say softly, your cheeks burning hot. 

“Stay.” Is all he says, and it’s all you need to hear. You take a few steps into his room, shutting the door softly behind you. Aleksander crosses the room to you, his hands cupping your cheeks and pulling your lips back onto his. Your hands grab at the lapels of his Kefta, drawing him ever closer to you. His lips move languidly against yours before the kiss grows more desperate, his hands yanking your legs around his waist as he lifts you easily. His palms rest on the globes of your ass, quickly turning you and placing you down on the desk, not caring about the papers that are sent scattering off the desk. Your hands are trembling as your fingers work to unfasten the buttons of his Kefta. His hands don’t know where to touch first, gently grasping at the underside of your breasts before trailing down your curves, feeling how the dress hugs you so perfectly. 

“G-General!” You gasp as his lips latch onto your pulse point, his hands digging into your hips. You finally unbutton his Kefta completely, pushing the fabric from his shoulders as soon as it’s freed. You yank at his dress shirt until its untucked from his pants, and his hands reach up your back to pull at the zipper securing your dress. 

“Desperate?” Aleksander teases as he slowly pulls the zipper down your dress, the shoulders falling down your arms. You nod frantically, in truth you’ve never felt this desperate for anybody in your whole life. Your palms cup his cheeks, pulling his lips back to yours as his hands pull your dress down your body until it bunches at your waist. You’re practically panting against his lips as one of Aleksander’s hands slides up your thigh before he pulls away from you. He pulls back, just far enough that your lips can’t reach his. You try anyway, leaning forward and chasing his lips with an open mouth. He chuckles softly but stays just out of reach. 

“What’s wrong?” You whine, your hands resting on his shoulders. Aleksander has a smile on his face, his hands are still on your hips, holding you tightly. He can’t believe that you’re here in front of him, letting him kiss you, letting him undress you. If only you knew all of the terrible things he’s done with the very same hands that are touching you, you’d probably want nothing to do with him. Aleksander brushes that thought away. 

“Nothing, I just wanted to take in the moment.” He smiles but you groan, pulling helplessly at his shirt. He chuckles before leaning back towards you, pressing his lips to yours again. He loves that you’re so eager for him, so needy for him. Aleksander finishes pushing your dress down your legs, leaving you in nothing more than a pair of panties. His hands reach up to cup the underside of your breasts, his lips moving quickly against yours. Your hands reach to the hem of his shirt, and you part briefly to pull his dress shirt over his head. 

“Sure about this?” Aleksander mumbles against your lips as his hand dips into your panties to drag a finger through your drenched folds. You nod helplessly against his lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders when he pushes a lewd finger into your tight opening. He thrusts his finger into you quickly, loving the desperate whines coming from your lips. 

“Words please.” He says softly, quickly pressing a second finger into you. Your nails press crescent moons into his shoulders when he crooks his fingers into you, making you squeal. 

“Yes, yes I’m sure about this.” You gasp, his thumb making contact with your clit and rubbing tight little circles. Your lips press firmly to his again, and he swallows all of your moans. Aleksander groans softly when he feels you grind your hips into his hand, your back arching as his other hand slides up your stomach to pinch your nipple. 

“God all I want is you Aleksander-” You moan, saying his real name for the first time. Hearing you moan his name has shivers trembling down his back, and his fingers pulling out of your tight heat. Your hands are reaching for the waistband of his pants, fumbling with the button before you give up and Aleksander is swatting your hands away. He quickly undoes his pants and reaches into them to pull his hardening cock out. With one hand, he rips your panties from your body, leaving you naked and sprawled across his desk. It’s not a sight he’ll ever forget. He steps into your spread legs, one hand on his cock and the other hand on your hip as he presses his tip against your slippery folds. Your hands pull his chest against yours as you press your face into his neck when he pushes into you. Both of you release a moan simultaneously when you feel him stretching you open. 

“Please tell me this isn’t a one time thing-” 

“Stop talking.” He growls before pressing his lips against yours as he continues to work himself inch by inch into you. You mewl against his lips as he bottoms out, his tip nestled against the spot that makes your toes curl. It burns just a bit, but you’re still panting against him as he stays completely still inside you. You try to pull your hips back but his hands lock you in place, a playful smile on his face as he watches you roll your hips. His pupils are blown open in lust as he holds you against him, and he feels you growing wetter by the second. You want him to move so badly, you feel tears of frustration pushing at the backs of your eyes as you weakly try to once again get him to move inside you. 

“Move please.” You beg shamlessly and Aleksander presses a quick kiss to your lips. 

“You have to promise me something first.” He says softly and you groan, rolling your hips desperately again. He’s so hard inside you, you can feel your walls squeezing him tightly. 

“Anything!” You nearly cry out, you ignore him when you hear him chuckle softly. 

“Promise me that you’re mine. I can’t have anybody else seeing you this way.” Aleksander growls, starting to feel a little impatient himself. Your hands pull his bare chest against yours, your lips a hair’s distance away from his. 

“I promise. I’m yours, only yours.” You promise, your hips wriggling against his once more. Seemingly satisfied, Aleksander pulls his hips back and slams back into you, causing you to cry out as he sets a brutal pace. He slams into you, ramming his tip against your g-spot repeatedly. You cry out as his lips latch onto your neck, leaving bruises in his wake as he bites and suckles any skin he can find. Your arms wind around his shoulders as he slams into you, reducing you to nothing more than a boneless moaning mess underneath him. Your lips press to his and you kiss him with a fiery passion, your body rocking against his. Suddenly Aleksander pulls out, gently yanking you off the desk to bend you over it. Your toes barely touch the ground before he’s sliding into you again, taking you roughly from behind. You hear him hiss through clenched teeth as his hand runs up your spine to twist your hair around his hand. He yanks you up onto your elbows by your hair, holding you in place as he keeps his brutal pace. 

“Oh yes, yes-” All you can do is cry out and moan underneath him, all of your thoughts reduced to nothing more than endless praises to his cock. His grip on your hair loosens before your upper body collapses against the desk again, and his hands move instead to your hips to draw your body back against him to meet his thrusts. Pulling you back against him allows him to ram even deeper inside you, and you can feel his tip hit your cervix every time he thrusts into you. One of his hands reaches around your body to pinch and roll your clit and as soon as he does you’re crying out and moaning like a bitch in heat. His teeth are clenched as he groans above you, you feel absolutely heavenly. 

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out helplessly, your hip bones screaming in pain every time they’re rammed against the edge of the desk. Aleksander doesn’t slow down even for a second, continuing to brutally pound into you, desperate to chase his own release. Aleksander yanks your torso up so that your back is pressed to his chest and one of his hands reaches down to roll your clit. You cry out desperately as your orgasm washes through you, causing you to clamp down around him tightly. Aleksander fucks up into you, slamming into your overstimulated body until you’re violently trembling and soon he’s cumming in hot spurts. Your exhausted body nearly collapses to the floor when he pulls out and steps away. Aleksander immediately reaches forward to catch you before you crumple to the floor. 

He scoops you into his arms and gently carries you to the bed, and you practically melt into the mattress. You see concern pooling in his eyes as he pulls the blankets over you, his thumbs brushing over the bruises on your neck and shoulders, plus the purple bruises on your hipbones from the desk. He leans down to press his lips to your gently and you smile into the kiss. 

“I know that look, stop worrying. I can Heal myself in the morning, I’m too tired now.” You reassure him and his worry eases a bit before he’s standing to turn out all of the lights and slide into the bed next to you. Aleksander reaches over to pull your limp body against his chest. Pressing a kiss to your head, he holds you against him tightly. 

“Did I go too hard?” He asks into the silence and you nuzzle into his warm chest. 

“It was perfect Aleksander.” You promise, pressing a kiss against his chest. He relaxes then with you in his arms. Soon he hears your breathing even out and he knows you’re asleep. Aleksander knows by now that he’s falling in love with you, but for your sake he has to keep his distance. He’ll have to find a new Healer, no matter how much it pains him to do so. If anybody found out the Black Heretic loved somebody, you’d be in grave danger and frankly, Aleksander is afraid of what he’d do if he ever lost you. His heart breaks when he remembers what he has to do tomorrow, but luckily it isn’t tomorrow yet and he can enjoy laying here with you sleeping in his arms. 

[fly-flower-fanfics]

I liked the previous one i requested so much I wanted to come to you for my new request. May i request a Spencer Reid x Male/ftm reader (your choice) where the MC has previously long hair and one day he walks to work with a buzz cut? The rest is up to you. And thank you just for reading the ask

Absolutely! I love this honestly. I’ll try and do it justice for you. 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I’m also sorry it took so long. Things have been hectic lately... I know it’s not a super long fic, but I hope that it’s still worth the wait!

Buzz Off

Spencer Reid x Trans Male Reader

Warnings: Slight transphobia mentioned

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I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. Today was the day I was actually doing it. I was actually getting a hair cut. Not that it was a big deal to anyone else, but it was to me, making today a big day.

I had been out as trans for almost fifteen years now, coming out when I was sixteen years old. The team didn’t really know I was trans as I had gotten top surgery and started testosterone by then.

The only ones who knew I was trans was Spencer and Hotch. Spencer knew because I wanted to be honest about my past with him. Hotch knew because I’d had to explain some slight complications in my old information.

However, regardless of all that, I never got rid of my long, almost waist length hair.

I was always holding onto a little piece of my past. My parents had been very transphobic toward me, never allowing me to cut my hair or buy masculine clothing. I had to do everything all by myself once I had moved out. Yet I kept my long hair in an attempt to please my parents even after I changed.

It didn’t work, and they dropped all contact with me. Today, I had finally gotten up the courage to cut my hair as I had always wanted to: a buzz cut. Nothing too dramatic, but dramatic enough to match my personality. And it was long overdue for a change.

I opened my eyes, smiling a bit to myself as I got out of the car and locked it. I hadn’t yet gotten a call from Hotch saying I needed to come in, so I hoped I’d have enough time to get this hair cut.

Once I sat in the chair and the coat-like covering was draped over me, I couldn’t stop smiling. I explained to the hair dresser, Debi, exactly what I wanted, and she was obviously excited for me. That made me feel all the more excited for it myself. I had been going to her for years and for years she had been trying to get me to loosen up and cut my hair.

We had been high school friends, so she knew all about my transition and why I never had cut my hair. But now, she was super excited, hyping me up the whole time.

I kept my eyes closed most of the time, not wanting to spoil the surprise. I was hoping, praying, that it would look good on me. It was hard to focus on the doubts when Debi kept saying how handsome I looked and how Spencer was absolutely going to melt when he saw me.

Spencer and I had been dating for about a year now. He knew of my being trans and how my parents treated me. He never met them, and granted, he didn’t want to. However, he fully supported me not cutting my hair, even though he wasn’t a huge fan of why I wasn’t.

“You’re all set, hun!” Debi exclaimed, putting her razor down. She stood in front of me as I opened up my eyes. “Are you ready?!”

I nodded eagerly, and she stepped aside, allowing me to look in the large mirror in front of me. My jaw dropped as I saw my reflection.

It was perfect.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached up to touch the shaved spots. The short hair looked absolutely perfect on me, and I’d be lying if my self esteem didn’t skyrocket because of it.

“Thank you so much, Debi. I love it. I should’ve listened to you sooner.”

She gave me a pointed look, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling as well. “Did I not tell you so?”

At that moment, my phone went off. I checked it, seeing as it was for work. “You did, Debi. But duty calls. Let me pay you so I can get outta here.”

Within three minutes, I was back on the road. I was smiling the whole time I drove. Part of me felt a little guilty for being so giddy since there had been a murder, but I eased my conscience by reminding myself I was giddy over my own personal experiences and the team seeing me, not the murder itself. I only wanted to see the team’s reactions.

I walked into the bullpen, my eyes darting around wildly as I tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, I felt very, very shy, and I was overly aware of the cool air on the back of my neck. Has it always been this cold in here?

“Oh. My. Goodness.” Garcia was the first to notice me. She rushed up to me, a bright smile on her face. “Oh! Look at you!”

Her excited exclamations tugged over JJ and Emily’s attention. Both of them smiled at me.

“Hey, lookin’ good, Y/N,” JJ said. “Suits you.”

“I like it. Different than what I’m used to seeing you with, but it looks really good on you,” Emily said, nodding in approval.

“Thanks, guys,” I replied with a light blush dusting my cheeks.

Derek was the next to come in and notice me. “Hey, hey, hey! Look at you! Gettin’ all snazzy with a new hairdo. New you; I’m digging it.”

I laughed and nudged him with my shoulder as he reached out to fluff what was left of my hair. “Thanks, Derek.”

Hotch came in, took a glance at me, and gave me a small smile and nod. “Ready for work?” It wasn’t much of a reaction, but after working with Hotch for this long, I knew that was his approval. He was proud of me.

All of us got up to go to the conference room when a soft gasp took my attentions way from Hotch and the others.

Spencer was standing behind me, his lips parted in a slight shock. It then turned into a large smile as he walked up to me and took my hands in his.

“You did it,” he mumbled softly, bringing a hand up to my cheek.

“Yeah,” I breathed out softly. “It was time. Long overdue, if I’m being honest.”

He ran his hand up the side of my face, rubbing it over my head. His smile widened, if that was even possible. “God, you look so good.”

My cheeks darkened with a blush. “Yeah. I think I’ll miss the man bun, though. Maybe at a later date, I’ll get it back. But for now? For me? Yeah... I do look good.”

Spencer pulled me into a tight hug, placing a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. So proud,” he whispered.

Tears pricked my eyes. It was so satisfying and freeing to let that last but of past me go. To let it disappear forever. To finally be me. I clutched his shirt tightly, reveling in his soft praises.

“Thank you, Spence.”

A throat cleared, and the two of us separated, seeing Hotch standing outside the door of the conference room. He gestured to the file in his hand with his eyes.

“I am very glad you guys had this moment together. It’s a good move for you, too, Y/N. But evil does not wait for a haircut. Please, both of you, join us.”

My entire face heated, and I nodded quickly. “O-of course. Sorry, sir.”

Hotch gave me a small smile before disappearing back into the room.

I took Spencer’s hand. “I guess we better get in there; he is right.”

Spencer gave my hand a small squeeze and pressed another kiss onto my forehead. “He is. Maybe we can celebrate later tonight after the case.”

I laughed a little bit as we walked to the room. “Don’t have so much hope for the ease of this case. You should know better, Spence! You of all people.”

He let out a light laugh. “Perhaps. I’m just really happy for you.”

I took a seat beside him around the table as Penelope began to show the pictures and explained what we knew about the case.

I was happy for me, too.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 13: Drunk

Draco Malfoy was very, very drunk.

It was his twenty-eighth birthday and Harry had watched as his boyfriend consumed far more alcohol than was advisable. But Draco was happy drunk, so Harry let it be, trying to remember if they had any hangover potions at home because he was definitely going to need one in the morning.

Harry for his part had a glass of fire whiskey upon their arrival and then switched over to soda. The last thing they needed was for both of them to be so pissed that they couldn't make it home.

He watched with no small amount of amusement as Draco retold a story to his friends, making over-the-top gestures, and adding in character voices. Godric, he was adorable.

Harry was utterly besotted.

When he noticed that most of the drinks at the table were empty Harry stood up and headed over to the bar, profoundly glad that Angie remembered all of the drink orders since Harry didn't have the first clue what most of the former Slytherins ordered.

As he was standing there waiting, he felt Draco's presence next to him and turned his head to look at the other man, smiling in spite of himself at Draco's flushed cheeks and open smile.

"It's my birthday, you know," the other man informed him.

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Harry rested his elbow on the bar and turned to him, "I had no idea," he deadpanned.

Draco pouted at him, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

"Of course I am," Harry replied with a laugh. "You and all of your friends."

"My friends, too?" his lower lip protruded, "but then it might as well be their birthday."

"That is why," Harry replied as Angie set the drinks on the bar in front of them, "I bought you two, and I asked for a fabulous twisty straw."

Draco's eyes lit up, "Thank you!" he enthused as he took the drink from the counter. "But I feel it's only fair to let you know that I am taken."

"Sorry?" Harry asked as he tipped Angie and levitated the drinks.

"You bought me a drink, which was very kind of you," Draco said, batting his eyelashes at Harry, "But I already have a boyfriend."

Harry was too confused by that statement to get any words to come out before Draco had flounced back off to slide in next to Pansy.

Shaking his head he made his way over and distributed the drinks, he then got waylaid in a conversation with Blaise Zabini as the other man asked him "theoretical" questions about potions ingredients purchased off the black market and what the law says about such things.

Eventually, Pansy called him over as Draco was in a heated debate with what appeared to be a jumper draped over the back of a chair. "Alright, you," Harry said, carefully drawing him up from the chair. "Let's get you home."

"You know where I live?" Draco asked.

Harry laughed, "I do."

Draco stared at him contemplatively, "Alright, but you can't stay."

Shaking his head, Harry waved at all of the people surrounding them as they headed out of the bar to apparate. When they arrived at home, Draco stepped away from him, paused for a moment looking like he was going to throw up, then visibly contained himself.

Harry would have been very impressed if the next words out of Draco's mouth hadn't been, "Thank you for your assistance. You may go now."

"Babe, what?" Harry asked, taking a step toward him.

Draco put a hand on his chest, "You've been very kind but as I said, I'm dating someone."

"Ah," Harry replied cocking his head at him, "Who?"

"Harry Potter," he said proudly, "And I would never cheat on him."

"Good to know," Harry said, "But that's me. And I have some really, truly lovely plans for you tonight involving my tongue."

Draco stared off into space for a moment and Harry knew he was putting that overactive imagination to good use. "No," he said after a moment. "No, I love him. I can't."

"You love me?" Harry asked, feeling like his heart was about to beat out of his body.

"No," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "I love my boyfriend. Harry Potter. Don't tell him, though." Then he looked confused for a moment, "Do you know him?" he asked. Without waiting, he continued, "He's bloody gorgeous," he added with a sigh, turning and wandering toward their bedroom. "And it's not an act, you know," he continued, "He really is as good as they want you to think."

Harry shook his head at his drunken ramblings and followed along behind the other man.

"But he's also," he hummed as though searching for the right word, "absolutely gloriously filthy. His tongue," he added with a little moan, "the things he can do with it."

"Oh?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded, "and his," he paused and cleared his throat meaningfully, "you know what. Sublime."

He bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Draco?"

"Hmm?" the other man asked as he collapsed onto their bed.

"I am Harry," he said softly, "and you should really get undressed before you go to bed. You hate sleeping in your clothes."

"You're just trying to get me naked!" Draco accused. "And I am telling you that it will not work. And if Harry finds out you tried to take advantage of me, he'll arrest you."

Harry sighed, giving up. There was no sense in arguing with him once he got his mind made up. "If I leave will you get undressed?" Harry asked.

"Mmm," Draco hummed.

"Seriously," Harry said, "You hate sleeping in your clothes."

"Mmhmm."

Harry sighed and gave it up as a lost cause, "Sleep well. Happy birthday."

Draco let out an inelegant snore and Harry cast a nox over the room. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket and went to sleep, comforting himself with the knowledge that he could always put his plans to good use in the morning. They'd celebrate Draco's birthday all weekend anyway.

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The next morning, Harry was woken up by his boyfriend crawling onto the sofa with him. "Hey," he murmured, smiling and pulling Draco into his arms.

"Why are you sleeping on the sofa?" Draco asked through a yawn. "I felt like shit when I woke up, did I smell? You could have just told me to shower."

"Yeah, you were not having any of that."

"You could have at least taken my trousers off, they're dreadfully uncomfortable," Draco complained as he snuggled in closer to Harry, threading his fingers through Harry's curls.

"I tried," Harry laughed, "You told me that your boyfriend would arrest me if I laid a finger on you."

"But you are my boyfriend," Draco said, obviously confused.

"Yes, that was my point exactly. But you thought I was a stranger who was trying to get into your pants."

Draco pulled back, "Stop taking the piss."

"I swear to Merlin," Harry said as he pulled Draco closer and stroked his hands under his shirt over his soft, warm skin. "It was very sweet, you were very faithful. Although you did tell a person you thought was a stranger about the size of my penis."

The other man groaned, "What else did I do to embarrass myself?" he asked, burying his face in Harry's neck.

"Nothing," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Draco's head. "I love you, too, you know."

Draco jerked up at that pronouncement and would have tumbled off of the sofa if Harry hadn't caught him. "What did you just say to me?"

"That I love you, too," he said with his brow furrowed.

"You weren't supposed to know that!" Draco said, jumping up off the sofa.

Harry sat up and grabbed his glasses off the coffee table so he could see properly, "So you're okay with a random stranger knowing but not me?"

"You know what? Yes," he said. "Yes. Because I don't have to worry about a random stranger thinking that I said it too soon, or that I fell too fast, or that I'm just trying to manipulate you, or-"

"Draco, stop it," Harry said, standing up and tugging him into his arms, "I don't think any of those things! I just told you that I loved you too."

"Well, I don't want to have forced your hand," Draco said stubbornly, "I don't want you to grow to resent me later."

Harry shook his head and pressed a kiss to his nose, "I love you, Draco Malfoy, and I was planning to tell you this weekend anyway."

"You were?"

"I was," Harry affirmed, "Now will you please let me hold you?"

"You really were?" Draco asked, stroking his hands over Harry's forearms and allowing him to draw him a bit closer.

"I really was," he repeated. "Because I really love you."

Draco gave him a shy, little smile, "I love you, too."

He kissed him lightly, "Good, now that we've got that sorted, I do believe that it's still your birthday weekend and I was deprived of the opportunity to use my," he broke off, tapping his chin and pretending he was trying to remember, "what was it you called it? my gloriously filthy tongue."

The other man seemed to consider this for a moment, then he shrugged, "I'm not even embarrassed about that," he replied. "That's true."

Harry laughed and hoisted the other man up into his arms, wrapping Draco's legs around his waist as he kissed him. He carried the other man back into the bedroom and tossed him onto the bed, very in love, and very excited to use his gloriously filthy tongue.

Day 12: Adrenaline | Day 14: Louder, So Everyone Can Hear

[tomtenadia]

A Little Braver - 49 (Happy birthday)

Hello everyone and welcome to the main even. I year ago today I embarked in the adventure that has become ALB. When I started I had not planned to get this far... and now... knowing that it's slowly drawing to a close makes me sad. I hope you enjoyed the three one shots and be ready for some shameful, undiluted and tooth rotting fluff. Our lovebirds are celebrating a whole year together. How proud of them are we? They have grown so much and I love them.

Before I leave you I have a side note. At the restaurant Aelin choose a dish called CACIUCCO. If you love seafood it's beyond divine. IT's an Italian recipe from Tuscany. Rowan then gets another one of my favourites which is the black risotto with squid and them the octopus carpaccio which is a recipe my dad makes for me every time I get back to Italy. So the menu for their date is very special to me. (Now I am hungry)

Last announcement. I have read the chapter a few times, I am tired from work and I haven't done much editing tonight. Apologies for any boo boos left behind.

MASTERLIST // CH.48

When April finally started to draw closer Aelin had begun to be excited every day making her team insane as her levels of hyperactivity had reached new heights. The reason for the excitement was her upcoming holiday to Rifthold. She and Rowan were celebrating their first anniversary and she had managed to get a full week of holidays. Dorian had found a relief captain and gave her his blessing. She and Rowan had a plan. During the week while he was at school she would play tourist and meet after he was done and then he would join her at the hotel on the Friday night. The anniversary fell on the Saturday and it was perfect. 

“Look at her strutting around the firehouse rubbing it in out faces,” shouted Manon from on top of the truck.

“I am actually counting down the hours to my flight tomorrow.”

“I hope the captain will come and get you,” added Ansel who was near the engine tidying up all the hoses.

“Yes. I should arrive at 6:30 local time so classes are over.”

The red-haired swooned “and he will sweep you in his arms,” she grabbed a hose and hugged and acted the scene with it “then kiss you in front of hundreds of strangers. And people will clap and the crowd will roar.”

Aelin rolled her eyes Manon giggled and Ren pretended to ignore them.

“Ilias is a good captain and I hope you will show him the deserved welcome. He is a good friend of mine and he will report to me if you guys misbehave.”

Manon nodded “Brullo and I will keep the kids in check, cap.”

Aelin nodded in approval. She trusted the woman and Brullo. Since their appointments as lieutenants they had been wonderful and ran the firehouse while she was dealing with all the aspects of a captain’s role. They had all the fun while she was submerged in paperwork.

After going through some procedures with Manon, she went back to her office to finalise payroll for the month and finally start the roster for the following month. She had two people who requested holiday and had to arrange for a floater to cover their shifts. She had also to review Asterin’s return to work. The woman had been given the all clear to come back and she was looking forward to give the guys a set date for her return. Ress had been back for a while, but Asterin had taken longer given the extent of her injuries. She was looking forward to have her full team back. Sorrel had been an amazing sub and had formed a good relationship with the team and Aelin had found her a permanent position at south. Aedion was looking forward to have her after Aelin’s glowing feedback. Rolfe in the end had been good too and Aelin was considering him to fill one of the holiday vacancies.

Finally, her last task was to draft an outline of her fire academy classes. Fen’s class was due to graduate in a few weeks and they were having a massive reviewing session.

She was going to die submerged in paperwork.

T-minus 27 hours, she kept repeating.

-

Hour zero eventually arrived and as Aelin shut the door of her locker a sense of pure delight spread through her. A whole week of Rowan. 

“Look at you. Ready for a week of anniversary wild sex?” Lysandra and Elide joined her as they changed too since their shift was over.

“Oh, we definitely have nudity scheduled.”

“You two are so cute,” joked Elide “when I reach that milestone with Lorcan we will have a massive party.”

Aelin laughed “You two are doing so well.”

“They are,” chimed Lys “and I am giving Elide ideas for some crazy sex tricks she can try.”

“What about me?”

Lysandra scoffed “you and that stallion of yours do not need my tips.”

She kissed them both “love you.”

“Have fun.”

She waved at them and left the room and went for her car.

Being the paranoid woman she was she had arrived at the airport two hours before and now, check-in completed she was wandering the airport. 

Got at the airport too early. I am dying to see you tonight.

Rowan’s lesson had ran a little longer than expected and was now driving to the airport. He didn’t even change out of his jump suit. He had just dumped his book on the bed and left. They hadn’t seen each other in two weeks because he had another weekend of crazy studying so he was now on edge and could not wait any longer. The annoying thing was that he had to go back to base every night until Friday but he had evening ideas planned and they also had an opera night. Rifthold theatre had proven to have an amazing program.

He finally parked at the short stay car park and bolted out of the car. She was meant to be in in ten minutes. He had cut it too close.

Once inside he ran for the arrival board and looked for the Orynth flight and deflated when it showed as thirty minutes delayed.

In silence he cursed commercial flying and paced the airport like a caged animal never removing his gaze from the arrivals board.

It was the longest half hour of his life and as he watched the status change to landed his heart skipped a beat. She was there. He walked near the arrival doors and his mind played the time in Doranelle when he went to pick her up and kissed her even if their relationship was still developing. It felt like a lifetime away.

The minutes slipped away as he kept an eye on the doors for her to appear.

It was a lot later when he spotted her golden hair.

She saw him too and gave him the most amazing smile.

Rowan opened his arms and Aelin crashed against him with a happy sigh. He hugged her tightly and kissed her head. She was there.

“I am here.” She whispered.

In response, he kissed her deeply “a whole week of you.” Aelin melted in his embrace.

“Let’s go.” He took her hand and together they drove to the hotel. She had booked something nice since he was going to spend the weekend there and it was a special occasion.

When they arrived at the hotel Rowan had not realised just how much.

“Aelin, this is a super nice place.” He said as he dropped the bags on the floor of the gorgeous room.

Aelin shrugged “I rarely take holidays. This is a special one. I want us to have a nice time.” And sat on the bed “Bird Rowan would have loved this.”

Rowan laughed. She loved that soft toy a lot. He was one of the family. He stopped in front of her between her legs and his hands cupped her face “I was so eager too see you that I did not listen to a words of my classes.”

“Naughty student.” She kissed him with need and pulled him closer “and also oh so sexy,” her hands moved on his arse “you should not walk around like this. Other women may try and steal you away from me.”

He bumped his nose to hers “this is all yours.”

“I hope so, Whitethorn.”

Rowan pushed her backwards and he leaned forward covering her with his body “can I show you?”

Her hands slowly found their way inside his collar and under the t-shirt and touched skin. Rowan helped her by unzipping his jump suit. She pulled the sleeves down and out.

Rowan’s hands found their way under her sweater and as he touched skin he groaned loudly in pleasure “Hellas, I missed this body.” And he kissed her now exposed belly.

Aelin’s hand moved to his face and pulled him for a sizzling kiss “still too many clothes.”

They both shed all their layers quickly and finally lay naked in each other arms “I missed this…”

Rowan moved his mouth to her breasts and Aelin moaned “I love you, fireheart.”

“Then show me, buzzard.”

And showing he did and now they both lay spent and happy in each other arms while Rowan traced lazy circles on her back. Aelin’s hand was caressing his face while looking into his green eyes “I needed this. To feel you again.” Softly she kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Two more months, fireheart. Only eight weeks.”

“It’s not a lot.”

“No, my love. The worst is passed,” Rowan’s lips brushed against hers “I can believe it’s already a year.”

“I am so proud of us.” She joked “we fought our fears and doubts and look at us.”

Rowan kissed her “thank you for pushing me that night on the bench, for making me face my feelings.”

“You can’t function without me.”

He placed his head in the crook of her neck “I really can’t.”

And Aelin had a feeling the words had a deeper meaning.

Aelin then sat up “come on, captain. I am starving and we still need to get back to the base so you can change.”

He sat up as well and gave her a salute with a grin painted on his face “yes ma’am. Apologies ma’am.”

Twenty minutes later they were at the base and Rowan parked in the students’ car park “wait in the yard for me. I need to take a quick shower and change.” He gave her a brief kiss “Leave the other pilots alone…”

“I might find myself a younger model.” She teased and he flicked her nose “I’ll be quick.”

She watched him ran away and sat on one of the benches admiring the yard. It was nice that they had a green space for relaxing. She looked at the building and cast her mind back at that day a few months prior when he was just starting and she was wondering wether they’d survive this. Now, with two months to go she felt silly for doubting them. Yes, it hadn’t been easy and some days the distance had felt unbearable, but she had kept herself busy so that the weeks would pass much quicker. And now they were celebrating their first anniversary. One year together. They had grown together and overcome crippling fears. They had chosen each other and in that instant a part of her asked fate to let her have him at her side for a very long time. She wasn’t scared anymore of commitment, of committing to him. They were bound together. She was now positive of that.

In silence she looked at the students walk around the school, maybe going to dinner and wished Rowan would get a move on.

A few guys nodded at her and she looked away not to attract the attention on her. Eventually she spotted Rowan walking fast toward her. Her heart skipped a beat, he had jeans, a grey polo shirt and his black leather jacket. She would gladly drag him back in bed if it wasn’t that she was starving.

“Did someone order a sexy pilot?”

Aelin stood and kissed him “you are lucky that I am starving or we’d be running back to my room.”

He placed his arm on her shoulder “let’s go. I made a reservation.”

She looked up at him in surprise.

They drove to the harbour area and parked. It looked like Rowan had become pretty familiar with Rifthold.

Hand in hand they walked to the restaurant “this is the best seafood restaurant in probably all Adarlan.”

Aelin loved seafood.

Once inside Aelin noticed the down to earth ambiance “The seafood is fresh and local. It lands here at the pier in the morning and the owner goes himself to get it to check the quality. One of the guys took us here one night. Now I am obsessed.” He explained to her while they got seated.

“You can have a glass of wine. I am not allowed to drink during the week.”

“Are you sure? I can keep you company with water.”

Rowan shook his head “there is a lovely white wine that is perfect with fish.”

Aelin grabbed the menu and started having a look at it and her mouth began watering at what was on offer.

Rowan grabbed her hand on the table while with the other held the menu “order what you want, it’s my treat tonight.”

Aelin protested but Rowan silenced her quickly.

The waiter arrived for the order and Rowan nodded at her to go first.

“For starter I’ll have the salmon appetiser.”

“Make it two,” added Rowan quickly.

“For main I will take the caciucco with a side of calamari.” 

The waiter nodded and looked at Rowan.

“As main I will have the black risotto with squid and as second I will have the octopus carpaccio.”

“Great selection. The caciucco is the chef’s signature dish, you have chosen well, miss.”

The waiter left and Aelin grinned “I have chosen well.”

“Well, we both know that you are a pro at ordering food.”

She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it. She felt dizzy and stupidly happy.

“I am happy.”

“I can see that.” He smiled back.

“You make me happy.”

“I am glad that my mission is going well.”

Twenty minutes later, after the starters were over, the waiter returned with a small trolley that he parked near the table “the caciucco, miss.”

The waiter placed a wooden plate on the table and on it he put a stone pot filled with incredible food and on her side a basket with bread.

The caciucco was a fish stew made with octopus, squid, mussels, clams, langoustine and whatever extra catch the chef saw fit to add. It came with saltless bread with garlic grated on it. 

“That looks amazing, fireheart. I think you won the jackpot.”

The waiter passed the food to Rowan and even the risotto looked incredible. Finally the waiter added the calamari on the side.

Aelin dipped a slice of bread in the stew and took a bite “oh my god Rowan, try it.” She dipped the slice again and passed it to him.

“Why have I never tried this before? This is incredible and the garlic on the bread makes it even tastier.”

“I might cheat on you with this dish.”

“I will not be mad if you do.” he tasted his food and let out a hum “this is incredible too.”

“Can I taste it?”

Rowan grabbed a spoonful and passed it to Aelin.

“It has a nice spicy bite and I thought you could taste the black of the ink but you can’t. You got a good one too.”

They ate in silence, too concentrated on their amazing food. While Aelin was still eating her gigantic stew, Rowan had started tackling his second and again Aelin tasted it and Rowan admitted it was one of his favourite dishes.

“You need to find a good recipe for caciucco and try to do it at home.

“I bought a book of local seafood recipe. I need to see if it’s in it.”

It was well over an hour to finish their meal. Aelin was so full that admitted that didn’t want the dessert. 

Rowan paid the bill and Aelin offered once more to pay half since her dish probably was the most expensive. The menu was in Adarlan currency and she still was trying to figure out the exchange. Rowan did not allow her to do so and repeated once more that it was his treat. He had explained that in Rifthold since accommodations and meals were always provided, his only expense had been the car and since he had an hybrid he had to fuel up very rarely so he had been saving a lot and explained her that for once he could spoil his girlfriend.

At the explanation she had stopped complaining. Rowan was the most money savvy between the two. Not that she was irresponsible but sometimes she liked getting pretty things or treat herself. Like the hotel or the cabin for new year. They both had really good salaries and could easily afford it.

“Fancy a stroll?”

“Yes, please. The meal was the best I had in my life but I need to walk it off.”

“Come,”

Hand in hand they walked along the esplanade, with the sound of the crashing waves culling them. It was a balmy night and Aelin had removed her jacket and so did Rowan.

“Ice cream?”

Aelin thought about it and in the end caved. They sat on a bench and looked at the calm sea.

“Do you have a plan for tomorrow?”

Aelin nodded “yes, since I have five days to fill I will take it easy but tomorrow I am hitting the oceanographic museum in the morning and in the afternoon I will do the one of natural sciences.” She told him “I also found out there is a path all the way the coast and the outer lighthouse. So I will probably go for a long walk.”

“Brings snacks.” He said caressing her head “I think it’s a 4K walk each way.”

Aelin nodded “I have the lovely mountain backpack you gave me.”

“Good. The weather is meant to be sunny again.”

“When are you going to be off?”

“On a Monday we tend to be finished around five thirty.”

Aelin leaned against his shoulder and finished her ice cream.

“You are tired.”

“A bit. I came off shift and went to the airport.”

Rowan stood “come, let me take you back to the hotel.”

*

Aelin’s days had been perfect. Comfy shoes on, she had marched and explored all of Rifthold. On the Thursday she had even taken a day trip outside the city and got home much later than anticipated, to the point that Rowan was in front of her hotel room waiting for her when she finally got back. Now it was Friday night and was waiting for Rowan to arrive for the weekend. But when she started sneezing Aelin began to worry. Her body ached too, but she blamed it on the intense tourist session she had. Now if she and Rowan would spend the weekend in bed she would not complain.

Tired, she lay on the bed and curled under the duvet. Why was it cold all of a sudden?

She realised she had fallen asleep only when she heard a banging at the door. Someone was knocking. With a loud groan she emerged and went to open it. On the other side stood Rowan in jeans and hoodie and his duffel bag in hand.

“Aelin?’ Worry rise at her state.

“Sorry, I fell asleep.”

Rowan studied her for a moment, not convinced “you don’t look fine.”

“I am fine.”

His face clearly told her he did not believer her.

She huffed and went back to bed, pulling the duvet around her.

Rowan placed his hand on her forehead and told her the truth she was trying to avoid “Aelin, you are burning up.”

“No,” she shook her head, “it’s just the sun.”

Rowan pushed her down and covered her “do you have any medicines?”

“No. I was not planning on getting sick.”

She was preparing herself on a tirade about going away and not bringing emergency medicines but he just kissed her forehead “I’ll go to the nearest pharmacy. I’ll be back soon.” And took her hotel key from the nightstand.

Rowan came back half an hour later with a bag full of supplies. 

He measured her temperature and gasped when the digital thermometer read 39C.

“Your fever is really high.”

“My head and body hurt and I am cold.”

Rowan jumped into action, he put the heating up a notch, then took a towel wetted it and placed on Aelin’s brow. Finally he made sure she took the pills that should help lower the fever.

He then changed into his bedroom clothes and lay down at her side “do you think you can manage a hot soup?”

She nodded weakly.

He stood and disappeared once more. When he came back he announced that the hotel was going to send up dinner.

Aelin wanted to cry. This was not what she had in mind “I ruined our weekend.”

“You did no such thing. I get to fuss over you.” Another kiss on her head.

“But the theatre, and the park…” they had decided to recreate the date and go to a park nearby after the performance. They had even scheduled to have pre-theatre dining. But now it was all ruined.

“Shhh, Aelin. I will ask for a refund if I can. Otherwise it’s not a tragedy. I can play an opera or a concert on my phone and pretend we are there.”

“Not the same.”

“I know, fireheart, but right now all I care about is your health.”

She sighed and the food arrived. 

Rowan helped her sit up and placed a bed tray in front of her “eat the soup now.”

She took a spoonful “it’s nice.”

“Good.” Rowan sat on the chair and ate his food while keeping an eye on her and when she was done he took the tray. Rowan pushed the trolley outside of the door as was told and joined her in bed. He climbed under the sheet and pulled her to him while she was still snuggling under the blanket.

“TV?” She asked.

Rowan nodded and switched it on, flipping through the channels until Aelin stopped him. She had decided to watch a romantic comedy. It was not his genre but he didn’t care. She was the sick one and he would watch anything that made her happy. They sat nicely with Aelin in front of him between his legs. She had snuggled to his chest and he had pulled up the blanket. He loved it. It was a shame that she was sick but the idea of spending the weekend like that, was all of a sudden very appealing. They had dined out every night and Aelin played tourist. He had stayed with her as much as he could and he was going to stay until Monday morning. As long as he’d be with her he was a happy man.

“What’s the story?”

“Small town girl moves to the big city, finds a job, love, loads of drama and possibly a happy ending.”

He kissed the top of her head “it might be funny.”

“We don’t have to watch it, Ro.”

“Shhh, you want to watch it so we will. A chick flick will not ruin my street cred.”

Aelin gave him a weak laugh “I won’t tell anyone.”

After ten minutes Rowan found himself more invested than he thought possible “I want to see the love interest.”

Aelin squeezed his hand under the blankets.

“I think it’s him. He’s a lawyer. He is the one.”

“He is cute.” And Rowan nibbled at her ear “I am jealous.”

Aelin didn’t answer. She just leaned deeper in the embrace and remained silent.

With his hand he started caressing her head.

“Hey, they finally met.”

“The perfect coffee shop love story.” She added “I bet she is going to spill the coffee on his expensive suit.”

Rowan chuckled. He loved watching movies with her. They would just make comments or take bets on the plot.

“Oh no sexy man, don’t leave. I have just met you but I am already desperately in love.” Acted Rowan with a feminine voice and Aelin laughed and then started sneezing. Rowan grabbed the tissues for her.

“Plot twist is if he is married or engaged already. But the current woman is a high maintenance bitch.”

Aelin kissed his jaw “Am I high maintenance?”

“Only when it comes to food.” He told her “feeding you is a full time job.”

She looked up at him “but you like it.”

“I love cooking for you.”

He felt her arms sneak around his waist “you should rest.”

Aelin shook her head “I want to watch the movie.”

Half and hour later she was dead asleep in his arms so he switched off the tv, pushed her under the covers and lay down himself wrapping his arms around her in a protective fashion. 

“Good night, my heart.”

-

The next morning he woke up early as his usual and turned to the hot body tucked at his side. With a hand he brushed her forehead and found her still hot. Sneakily he took her temperature and saw it was still 38C. With his phone he browsed some remedies and realised she had too many layers on, but the previous night she had the chills. He went to fill her water bottle and have it ready. Rowan stood and looked out of the window. It would have been the perfect day to take her out for a walk but now it was out of the question. She needed rest. He made coffee and went for a shower. When he came out Aelin was still sleeping. Good, sleeping might help her body get better. She as due to fly back on Monday and the idea she might not be well worried him. He’d have to go back to the base in the morning and it really worried him.

He sat back on the bed and took out his e-reader and read his book, while his free hand gently brushed her head.

She moved slightly and he started singing her a soft tune from the opera they were meant to go and watch.

“I can’t believe we have been together a year,” he whispered to a still sleeping Aelin “you make me so happy, every day that I get to spend with you. I would have never expected a fire to change my life this much.” With the back of his hand he brushed her cheek “I have a ring, you know? I don’t know when I will be able to give it to you but I will. I want to call you my wife, have a family and kids.” A kiss on her head “I love you, fireheart.”

Aelin kept sleeping soundly and he laughed as she snored a bit “really? You started snoring now? Bird Rowan and I will mount a protest.”

After his monologue he went back to his book.

It was two hours later when Aelin started to move and wake up.

“Morning,” he kissed her head.

Aelin groaned loudly and slowly opened her eyes focusing them on Rowan “Hey.”

“Happy anniversary.”

Aelin hid under the blankets and Rowan joined her. The two of them staring at each other under the covers.

“Why are you hiding?”

“I ruined everything.”

Rowan shook his head “I love the idea of staying in bed.”

Aelin huffed a puff “we could have been having fun right now. As in naked fun.”

He pulled her closer “we are together, I have all I need.”

“Look in my bag.” She said quietly, “there’s a present.”

Rowan got out from under the blankets and went to her bag and searched for the present. When he found it he joined her back in bed.

“Open it.”

They had decided to give presents but nothing big. Just something small to say happy anniversary.

Rowan unwrapped it and smiled when he saw two books.

“I had to ask Gavriel, but they are two more pioneers of flight and one of them is a woman.”

“These are perfect. I love them.” He set them aside and went to get his.

Aelin opened it and saw two books too. It looked that they had the same idea.

“So a bit of a background. Mark is a crazy fantasy reader. The man is a machine. The author of this book was doing an evening event here in Rifthold and I went with him.” He explained “The book comes with high praise from Mark, and I trust him. It is also signed by the author and it’s a super nice copy.”

Aelin turned it over and read the synopsis.

“Mark likes books with very strong female characters.”

Aelin looked better all of a sudden “this sound so epic.”

“There is a second book.”

Aelin took the second and smiled deeply. It was a book of fairy tales from Adarlan. Her arms went around him “I am glad we decided easy presents. These are so lovely.”

Rowan nodded and went to get her medicines “do you feel like eating something? Maybe toast with jam?”

Aelin nodded and Rowan happily went downstairs to talk to the hotel staff. They had been really good the night before when he explained his partner had taken ill and needed something to eat.

He came back twenty minutes later with a container that had two toasts with jam and some strawberries.

Back in bed he sat at her side and let her eat “how do you feel? You still have a fever.” His hand brushed her forehead.

“Tired and still achey but the headache is gone.”

“Good, take some more medicines.”

The morning passed slowly, with Aelin in his arms while he told her anecdotes from the airbase about some of his classmates.

After a lunch with more soup he moved Aelin in front of him in between his legs and started playing the opera they were meat to see. He had found it on a on-demand site a spent a very little fee to get it.

“Watching opera in pyjama, you can’t beat this.”

Aelin smiled and her head fell back against his chest and looked up at him “we won’t be able to get our strolls in the park.”

“We can go as far as the balcony.”

Aelin pulled his hand to her mouth and deposited a soft kiss.

It was three hours later when the opera finally finished “That was good. Tragic as usual but superb music.”

Aelin hummed happily “Thank you, I am glad I did not miss it.”

He then stood, “are you ready for the next part of our date?”

Aelin looked at him surprised. There was nowhere they could go. What had he planned?

With a swift motion he lifted her in his arms and went out to the balcony. It was a warm spring day and the weather was glorious. He deposited her gently on the comfortable patio chair, then went back to the room and grabbed some blankets. Once back he lifted her again and he sat down, placing Aelin on his lap and enveloping the blanket around them both.

Aelin snuggled against him and decided that it was not a bad anniversary after all.

“So,” he started, his chin on her shoulder “captain Galathynius, what was your favourite part of our year together?”

Aelin thought about it “living with you. How it happened and how normal it felt. I know we have our quarrels but I love living with you,” she told him searching his gaze “it was scary, committing this much again, but I never had any regrets.”

He kissed her shoulder “I was terrified too because all of a sudden all the boundaries I gave myself were gone. You pull them down one by one.” He confessed “and the more I tried to pull away, the more you just pulled me in. I have no regrets either,” he paused “because you are my soulmate.”

She looked up in his green eyes and they glistened with something beautiful. She wanted to kiss him deeply, but just did it on the cheek for fear on passing her ailments on him.

“If we were in a fantasy world and were fae, we could be mates.”

Rowan lifted his hand and she did the same and then laced their fingers together.

“And what was your favourite part, captain?”

Rowan leaned back in a pensive pose “your joy, happiness and your spirit. It makes me happy and it’s contagious.” Rowan closed his eyes as if to think about his next words “Getting to know you. Discover parts of you everyday and realise that the more I get to know you, the more I was falling in love.”

She looked at him “even when I drive you insane?”

“Bird Rowan and I usually decide how to tackle you when you are cranky.”

Aelin burst out laughing. That toy really was part of the family “do you realise that if we ever get married we have to invite him too?”

“He can be the ring bearer.”

Aelin laughed and Rowan kissed her forehead to check for her temperature. She looked better and resting was helping “it feels like your fever is much better.”

Aelin looked at him hopeful “can we go out then?”

“No, fireheart. We are staying here on this chair and you relax. You are flying home Monday and I need to be sure you are alright.”

Aelin kissed his jaw “fussy buzzard.”

“This was perfect,” Rowan’s whisper tickled her ear. Aelin in response snuggled closer. It really had been. Even if they had spent their anniversary in bed not doing what she had planned on doing. But it had been sweet and had a feeling that it had brought them even closer. And now the realisation that the in one day she was due back home had started to dawn on her and spread a cloud of gloom. Rowan, always perceptive of her mood noticed her sad expression.

“No sad thoughts.”

Aelin shook her head and with the back of her hand cleared the treacherous tears that had started to flow.

Rowan held her tight and kissed her head softly “I am coming back soon.”

“Promise?”

“I will always come back to you.” He whispered softly.

It had been his promise from the start, but where before it scared him that he might not happen, now he knew he could keep it.

On the Sunday they had risked an outing around the city after Aelin pestered him that she was feeling much better. Her fever had gone and on the Saturday night she had managed to eat a proper meal and that was Rowan’s hint that she was getting better.

One day too late but they did manage to go to the theatre and catch a matinee of the opera and live it had been so much better than on Rowan’s phone. In the end they even had their stroll in the park and it had been worth it.

Now it was evening and Aelin was packing before going out for dinner. Rowan was taking her to an authentic Adarlan’s cuisine restaurant as a last night treat.

Rowan hugged her from behind “do you have everything ready?”

Aelin turned in his arms and kissed him “I do.”

“Then let’s get out of here. You are in need of feeding.”

Aelin glared at him.

“Bottomless pit.”

“Your bottomless pit?”

Rowan kissed her back “I am yours and you are mine.”

And with that they left the room ready for their last night together.

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this was a little something i came up with last night, i love fluffy Eren <3, i hope you all enjoy this little piece.

Moonlit Nights

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol usage

The faint smell of alcohol was lingering throughout Eren's room. The clock on his desk read 2:07 a.m. he was doing his usual stream for the night, but his girlfriend decided to join him that night.

Eren had reached yet another milestone, he reached 600k followers on Twitch. It was something that was very unexpected, he had only been streaming on the platform for about a year and a half; he never expected to get that big or maintain a large following. But, he did.

(Y/N) was proud of Eren, she had been there since the beginning; not many girls would stick around when it came to gamer guys. But (Y/N) did, despite any hate from her friends or other people, she stuck by Eren's side through everything. Whether he had one viewer or even ten, she believed he'd do amazing some day.

Eren couldn't ask for a better girlfriend, (Y/N) was sweet, kind, caring, beautiful, everything he could ever want in a girl. He felt so lucky being hers, he never once worried about her leaving him; something Eren never had before.

Tonight, the two decided to celebrate the milestone. They both decided to play a drinking game with Eren's fans, and of course, they were excited to see (Y/N). His fans absolutely adored her presence.

The two had been streaming since midnight, at first, Eren talked with his fans about the milestone and thanked them for everything they have done for him. He played a few games while he was at it, then once 1 a.m. hit, the drinking game had started.

It was simply just shots, nothing too crazy.

Eren wasn't exactly very drunk, (Y/N) on the other hand, was fully wasted. She was giggling at every comment or making fun of Eren, it amused his fans; Eren thought it was super adorable seeing her like that.

"A-And then.. Eren's ass was like – haha – he goes.. '(Y/N) why are you standing like that?' and I completely lose it," she said, giggling a bit.

Eren smiled as she told the story, he had seen her drunk before so it wasn't anything he wasn't used to.

"Yeah, she definitely lost it that day. She's a weirdo in public.." he whispered playfully into the mic.

She slapped his arm, "You asshole! I am not weird! You're just.. annoying!" she replied.

Eren rolled his eyes, "Uh huh.. okay princess.." he leaned over to press a kiss onto her lips. The lingering taste of the alcohol burned his taste buds a bit.

She leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Baby.. you should let me – um uh – play a game sometime! Please?" she asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He looked at her, a smile forming onto his features. "I'd love to baby.. but last time I let you do that you almost died and I had to come save you, remember?" his fingers ran along her cheek.

She pouted, "You're so unfair!"

He chuckled at her cuteness. "You're cute when you're pouty beautiful.." he said, kissing her head.

Eren looked over at the clock, he didn't even realize how much time had gone by; he needed to get (Y/N) to bed. She was drunk and he didn't want her staying up any later than she needed to be, it'd be rude of him.

Eren leaned back, letting out a sigh while he stretched his joints; a few cracks and pops came from them. "Alright guys.. I think I'm going to head out, I gotta get this little lady off to bed," he said, patting (Y/N)'s head.

"What? Nooo! I don't wanna get off babe," she whined.

Eren looked over at her. "Babe you're gonna wake up feeling like shit.. plus it's really late," he crossed his arms over his chest.

She sighed, "Okay fine! Goodnight guys.. you're all sexy! And.. – wait uh um – hot! I meant to say hot!" she smiled at the screen.

Eren waved, "Goodnight everyone! Thank you all for tuning in!"

The chat spammed Eren and (Y/N) with goodnight and goodbye messages. Eren ended the stream and rubbed his tired eyes, he could feel the tiredness in them; the alcohol wasn't helping either.

"Babe do we have to go to bed?" (Y/N) asked, rocking her body along the seat.

He rubbed his temples, "Yes babe, it's late and I don't want you staying up. C'mon, let's lay down," he replied.

(Y/N) tried standing up, but she stumbled a bit; luckily Eren was there to make sure she didn't fall. He lifted her up bridal-style and carried her over to the bed they both shared, he could smell her perfume and a mix of alcohol coming off of her skin. As much as he wanted to shower her, he knew she wouldn't want to. It was also 2 a.m.

"Eren! Where are you going?" she asked, tugging at his hand.

He looked back, "Princess I'm just going to turn off the light.. don't worry," he chuckled.

She watched Eren make his way to the light switch near the door, he flipped the switch, darkness invading into the room. The only light coming from the moonlight that shone into the window, it made her skin look pretty.

Eren climbed into bed beside her, she shifted around, trying to find her boyfriend. "Baby?" she said, tapping his face a few times.

Eren chuckled, "Yes baby?"

She leaned into his embrace. "I'm so happy you're my boyfriend.. I dunno how you don't get tired of me," she replied.

Eren pressed a kiss onto her head. "I'm so happy you're my girlfriend, I could never get tired of you princess," he said, smiling a bit.

His hand found its way to her hair, he began to rub her head; the pad of his thumb caressing her cheek. He could feel her smile against him.

"That feels.. nice.." she said, trailing off a little.

He could faintly see her face in the moonlight, she looked beautiful. Eren always thought her beauty was a plus, she always blew the air out of his lungs whenever she came over dressed up or even in casual clothes.

"I love you princess.. I hope you know that," he whispered.

(Y/N) quietly giggled, "Mmm, I love you more," she replied.

Eren snaked one of his arms around her waist, bringing her body towards his. "Thank you for everything you've done for me.. I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else," he said, caressing her hair.

"Uh huh.." her reply came back tired.

He laughed, "You're tired huh? Well, goodnight beautiful.."

She only hummed, her head burying into his chest. Eren smiled to himself hearing her small snores, it made his heart swell; he truly loved this girl. He didn't want to lose her, ever.

He put his chin onto her head before closing his eyes and falling asleep with (Y/N) in his arms.

[songmingisthighs]

[19.06] mafia!hongjoong × reader

⇀ you were interested in hongjoong, a notorious leader of a very successful mafia organization. sadly he didn't see you that way. if only he knew the true you before making a rash judgement

⇁ tw : mafia life, angst, mentions of black market activities, death, violence, dark stuff. read at your own risk.

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author’s imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

The door to Hongjoong's office opened and in walked his right hand, with a teasing smirk on his face. Hongjoong looked up from the paperwork on his desk and looked up to the man with a raised eyebrow, "what are you smirking at?" he questioned.

Seonghwa nodded his head towards the door, "there's someone here for you," he said whilst holding onto his laughter. Hongjoong shifted his gaze from his friend to the door and then back to him again, "who?" "your girlfriend," Seonghwa teased.

Before Hongjoong could throw anything at him, though, Seonghwa had run off, laughing heartily.

Not long after, you came into his office with a wide smile. As per usual, you were dressed to impress, head to toe with a black and white vintage channel mini skirt and blazer, adorned with a channel necklace and earrings. As you walked in, Wooyoung, one of Hongjoong's trusted men, looked at your passing figure with mouth hanging low and a starstruck look on his face. But you didn't care, you only had eyes for Hongjoong.

It has been roughly five months since you started dropping into Hongjoong's office. Your dad, an equally highly successful head of the mafia from where you're from, wanted you to get married to expand his business and make more allies. He gave you several options but you were immediately intrigued by Hongjoong, one of the mafia heads he made a partnership with by providing him with weapons. The comprehensive file your dad gave you did Hongjoong no justice so you decided to get to know him for real.

Unluckily, Hongjoong is very secretive and protective of himself and his family (re: his brothers; his most trusted men in the mafia). He had been betrayed so many times before and his thirst for revenge both became his strength and downfall. While he managed to build a highly acclaimed mafia organization at such a young age, he closed off everyone who he deemed not worthy of his attention even after only seeing them for less than five minutes.

Sadly, that included you. You weren't the only one who got a comprehensive file on the other, he too had one of you. A straight-A student from Wharton with hobbies consisting of horseback riding and charity? He wondered whether you were preparing to take over your dad's mafia or to steal the Crown of England and be its ruler.

Hongjoong tried his best to hold in a groan of annoyance but even so, some still escaped him and you heard it. Though you were used to it so you just ignored him.

"Hi, Joong," you grinned widely at him, walking in and putting a medium-sized box of cake on his desk after closing his door. "Don't call me Joong," he grumbled.

In all honesty, your bubblegum personality sickened him. He knows for a fact that no one is that happy-go-lucky and excited and has rainbows shooting out of their asses 24/7. So there has to be something you were hiding from him.

You only chuckled at his response, "You're a sourpuss, you know that? You're gonna have wrinkles before you hit thirty if you keep frowning all the time like that," you said as you focused yourself on opening the cake box.

Inside it was the cake you made for him. All the times you visited him, you never made him something from scratch. You were trained to be the head of a mafia organization one day, not in the kitchen. So that cake was the very first thing you made and you were beyond proud of yourself.

"Look," Hongjoong exhaled sharply, starting to get annoyed even before you did anything, "You came at a bad time, I need to get a hundred thousand things done before tonight, in case you didn't realize, my organization is-" "in the brink of war with Stray Kids, I know, I've read the reports," you simply said, hands moving to cut the cake in front of you to hand to him.

"I have connections with the leader's soft spot, the foreigner one, I can make a deal that would help your case if you would jus-"

"NO!!!!" he yelled out, slamming his hands onto his desk, startling you so much that you accidentally dropped your knife and stepped back a little.

Maybe it was the stress of having to deal with things alone, or maybe it's just him finally snapping from overthinking about you, but one thing's for sure is that he had had enough. He needed to put you in your place.

"You may be your daddy's little princess back home, all dressed in white and pink and lace, showered with Channels, Tiffanys and your hoity-toity prestigious Wharton degree. But here, you're nothing, got me? You understood nothing about having to work your ass off to get the recognition and rewards you deserve, you had your daddy behind you this whole time and that's very convenient for you. But don't come here and act like you know shit, okay? Our worlds are different, you came from a cotton candy palace, I came from the ditch, your opinion means less than shit to me," he spat out so quickly, he didn't realize that your expression changed to something that he had never seen before.

Your eyes were blank and glazed, lips slightly quivering and chest heaving.

Hongjoong thought that he had really put you in your place and he was about to celebrate the fact that he might finally drove you away when you opened your mouth.

"Cotton candy palace? Not understanding having to work my ass off?" you choked out.

At first, Hongjoong thought you were gonna cry. But a sadistic, maniacal laugh resonated in the room from where you were doubled over, holding onto your stomach.

It was Hongjoong's turn to be stunned into silence.

"Oh my god, I thought you were smarter than that," you muttered as you calmed down, wiping tears from the corner of your eyes, "you think that this is who I am?" you asked with a raised eyebrow at him.

Hongjoong was confused about whether or not he should speak. It was the first time anyone had ever stunned Hongjoong and Hongjoong didn't know what to do.

"I was born from a girl who was en route to be sold in a human trafficking ring, I came out premature and was about to be sold to a satanic cult as their sacrifice but my 'dad' 'rescued' me. I was stored in a facility with thirty other children, we were trained to be assassins since before we could walk, brainwashed with ideals that ruined our brains. One by one, each year some of us were taken out if we show a lack of improvement or no promise," as you talked, you took off your earrings and necklace and put them on Hongjoong's desk.

While you ran a hand through your messy hair, you stared into him deeply, "I was seven when I first killed someone, my last competition. She was two years older than me and she was sold by her parents for coke money, or as the warden told us. We were reminded every day of how worthless we are so we wouldn't rebel and escape. But even in despair, I wanted something more. That's where daddy came in. He was impressed with me and he took me in as his daughter, telling people one of his whores were pregnant with me to assure my legitimacy. I was schooled in my own private red room. I had to fight for my right as a human being, I made deals with my dad to be able to go out with bodyguard escorts for only an hour every month,"

Hongjoong's eyes followed your hands that gripped onto the edge of your skirt, "did your little binder wrote that I went on my first official mission when I was just twelve? My dad cut the ballet lesson that I trade in for 120 hours of combat training short to gear me up, put me in a room of adult men and sent me off to plant an active bomb in 5 minutes in an air vent of the headquarters of his rival, crazy, right?" you chuckled humorlessly whilst ripping your skirt off to reveal your black shorts inside, a knife and a gun holstered on your thighs were revealed, making Hongjoond's eyes widened.

He never would have imagined someone like you to carry weapons under your very girly outfit. Or to even have such a traumatizing backstory.

"My whole appearance is compensation for my very dark upbringing, I wanted to hide it all. My dad told me I was stupid, that I belonged in the dark, dark world. But when I went to Wharton, I tried to change myself. I thought that I might be able to be the person I wanna be by marrying someone my dad approved so I don't have to take over wholly, I could just be the voice by the side, lending my skills and help the organization indirectly,"

You looked down at your heels clad feet for a second, letting your toes point and moving them from left to right to see what it looks like.

At this point, Hongjoong felt bad for having blown up at you. You had only wanted to spend time with him and even if he didn't want to see you, he could've said it nicely. Hongjoong never felt like this before, it was very weird for him.

He was about to walk over to you when you suddenly took your heels off in a flash and threw them both at Hongjoong so hard that it embedded deep into the wall on either side of his face.

Your usual smile was replaced with a frown, the eyes that usually twinkled showed nothing but darkness. He barely recognized you and he was on edge about it.

"You made your standing with me perfectly clear, Kim Hongjoong, while my dad is one to stop things before they become an issue, I like to see how things unravel," you smirked at him.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, not being able to process anything.

"It means that your partnership with my dad is off, good luck finding a new weapons supplier," you spat out before turning around to leave the room, leaving traces of yourself behind at his office.

Hongjoong wanted to call after you, try to make things better somehow. But his head still couldn't even wrap around the shocking information you had just revealed.

Not long after you left, Yeosang came in but stopped at the door, scanning the room that was littered with remnants of you. "What the fuck happened here? Did a hooker tried to kill you!?" he asked, still confused at the situation.

When Yeosang looked up, he saw Hongjoong in a way he had never seen him before.

Nervous.

"I-I- I think I just forged a war between us and the largest mafia weapons manufacturer on the eastern hemisphere," he uttered out.

[janetbrown711]

“Why are you so nice to me” wakko or yakko max

To Wakko's delight, his brother kept good on his promise. Weeks passed and his brother devoted several days to restoring their bond just as it once was (the other days Yakko spent with Dot or with the both of them).

Heck, Wakko was so secure in his brother not abandoning him when Yakko asked if he could start up writing to Max again (at a much slower pace than before, he promised), Wakko said yes (barely) without hesitation. He knew that Max made him happy... and that he kinda owed it to Yakko to let him hang out with him again, as their little "not exactly falling out" was his fault (to him, anyway).

Everything was starting to seem... good- perfect, even.

However, Dot's birthday was rapidly approaching and Yakko was starting to get ideas.

"You know what we should do?" He said, lounging on the couch in the sunroom. "We should throw a ball for your birthday, Dot."

Dot perked up from her book. "What? Why? We never held balls for our birthdays before."

Yakko rolled his eyes. "That's because Grandma ruins everything. In this book I'm reading it says it was tradition for the royal family to hold big celebrations on their birthdays. I think it'd be fun- plus a great opportunity for you two to start making some friends."

Oh.

This again.

Wakko tried to laugh it off. "You'd have to get mum and dad to agree, and they've been pretty busy with the flooding in the west."

"Bah, that's mostly dealt with at this point. I'm sure they could use the break too," Yakko countered.

"B-but mom's coronation wasn't even that long ago," Wakko argued.

"It was over three months ago," Dot rolled her eyes. "I think a party would be fun," she looked to Yakko.

"Didn't you have fun at mom's coronation?" Yakko asked his middle sibling.

"Well I- I suppose I did..." Wakko thought back to the massive chalk drawing he had covered the floor with. It was pretty fun, and it made a lot of people happy.

"See? I'm sure a party in Dot's honor would be fun all the same- plus, making friends is great, I'm sure you'll love it," Yakko said with a reassuring smile on his face, though Wakko still wasn't quite convinced. However, he could see how much both of his siblings wanted this (even though the idea was only seconds old) and who was he to say no?

"Alright, I guess we can do that," He said, which made Dot clap in excitement as she began to detail everything she'd want for a party in her honor.

Wakko had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

.o0o.

As expected, their parents were ecstatic at the idea, and they spared no expense in attempts to create what they believed a much-needed celebration for the people of Warnerstock and their allies.

And to say it truly was Dot's creative vision would not be false. There were a lot of pinks- a lot, a lot of pinks. Though mostly tasteful, if you saw it it was hard to look away from.

But still, Wakko was happy for her, she was having the time of her life planning it all out with their dad, who was equally happy to spoil his little girl.

However, he knew deep down that despite what Yakko had sworn, her party was probably going to be very different from the coronation. He hoped it would be fun, but the more he watched decorations being put into place and talks about the guests and feasts the more he was beginning to worry.

He didn't say anything though, as the rest of his family seemed far too happy for him to want to bother them with his plight. They deserved this break, he was probably just being dramatic anyways. He'd be fine- and maybe make a friend just like Yakko said he would.

Wakko did his best to remain optimistic, despite the knots forming deep within.

It wasn't too long before the grand day arrived. Wakko had thought they had pulled out all the stops just for decorating but the day itself was insane too. Dot was showered in presents and even was taken out to town with William to go shopping for anything her heart desired, meanwhile Yakko, Wakko, and Lena stayed behind and supervised the final touches on the decorations.

Okay- really only Lena supervised, but Yakko and Wakko were technically there too. They didn't stay with her long, as she gave them a list of things to check up on so she could talk to some people which they were fine with.

Together, the brothers walked through the massive dining hall, checking curtains, flowers, vases, tapestries, etc. to make sure they were in the exact right places (not that the list really said where they were supposed to be) and checked them all off.

"So... are you looking forward to tonight?" Yakko asked, checking off 'left-most curtains'.

"Oh- uh- Yeah! I am... are you?" Wakko quickly said.

"Oh yeah, totally, it'll be great to see Max. It's been a while... you're still cool with that, right?" Yakko glanced down at him before checking another thing off.

Wakko nodded. "I won't try to prank or drive him away this time, I swear."

Yakko snorted. "I know you know better, I'm just asking if you're okay with me hanging out with him for tonight instead of you."

"Yeah, I am. You did say I should make friends after all," Wakko said, fiddling with gloves. Yakko looked away from the checklist and gave his little brother a side hug.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Yakko asked.

"Yeah, yeah," It was Wakko's turn to laugh.

"I'm serious-" Yakko let go and punched Wakko's arm lightly. "You're doing great. You should be proud of yourself too, you've come a long way."

Wakko smiled a little. "Maybe."

Yakko chuckled. "Well, it looks like we're just about done with this list. Wanna go turn it in to mom and go get changed into uncomfortable suits and greet guests for hours on end, or do you wanna just double and triple check the list until the last second?"

"Definitely check the list," Wakko laughed too.

And so the brothers did, until Lena caught wind of their shenanigans and forced them to start getting ready for the party (though they did cut a lot of time so technically they still regarded it as a win). At least those outfits weren't the worst they've ever worn (they were pretty confident nothing would ever top how itchy and miserable their funeral outfits were). Still, standing around and greeting people was a dreadfully boring job, not to mention awkward until their father and Dot eventually came to join them and actually do their job properly.

They knew their mom was busy, but leaving the two of them in charge was a little questionable.

Plus, after all that interaction, Wakko was starting to feel weird. Tired, but also not-? It was complicated. All he knew was that he wanted to be alone and maybe pace for a while, that'd be nice.

However, the party was to start in not too long, so he really didn't have time for that. He followed Yakko around for a while to the main party room where the people they had greeted before were all chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't too loud yet, but Wakko's tail twitched nervously as he weaved between people and conversations.

He hadn't been this nervous at the coronation- Wakko really wished he could figure out why he was feeling this way. Alas, he was unable.

He did feel a little better as Yakko and he found a spot of their own to chill in for a while, away from all the people.

"A lot of people came to this shindig, huh?" Yakko joked, "though probably no more than those who attended mom's coronation."

"Yeah..." Wakko said, trying to compare them mentally.

"More kids though, which is really good for you and Dot to make friends," Yakko said.

"Yep, yep," Wakko feigned enthusiasm.

"Are you okay..?" Yakko asked, causing Wakko to straighten out his act instantly and nod.

"Of course," he said. Yakko frowned.

"You don't have to lie you know," He remarked. Wakko bit his lip.

"M'just a little tired," he shrugged, figuring it was close enough to the truth.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Yakko asked worriedly.

Wakko nodded again. "I'll be fine, I'm probably just hungry."

Yakko laughed a little. "Alright, but you'll tell me if anything is wrong, right?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

The brothers stood in a bored silence for a while, before the rest of their family walked in and the festivities officially began.

It started with the feast, which was pretty harmless, as Wakko enjoyed talking with his family and the food was "quite excellent". The hall was filled with good cheer and hearty laughter, which he could appreciate.

However, after that, things began to blur.

It seemed only moments ago he was eating when suddenly everything was taken away and it turned into social hour. and Dot and their parents disappeared once more. He recalled Yakko asking if it was okay for him to go to Max, to which Wakko nodded and even pushed him away some. Oh god- he hoped that wasn't too aggressive.

Now he was alone. People were talking, walking, dancing, all sorts of activities. Wakko tried to take it all in, but all of the colors and sounds were starting to burn his eyes.

Friends. He was told he had to make friends.

He tried looking around for kids his age, but just turning his head made him dizzy.

Hmph.

Still, he was determined to function as a normal child would so he began weaving through the rapidly shifting crowd as he had earlier, just with a much louder and more busy crowd.

Suddenly his suit was starting to feel a lot more uncomfortable than before. God- if he could just find someone-

He bumped right into a lady in a bright purple dress. He quickly stuttered an apology before scurrying away as fast as he could, not even waiting for a response.

Seriously- was his suit trying to choke him? He pulled on it desperately, but if anything it just made the pull tighter. Wakko growled to himself as he walked further and further away from whoever that lady was, until he hit the wall.

At least the marble was cool, it was starting to feel like it was a million degrees in here.

Still, it wasn't enough. he still felt hot, and stuffy- was he even breathing anymore?

...Yes, yes he was. Rather fast though- oh dear, was that his heart? oh god- what was happening? Why was the music so loud? Why was his collar so tight? When was the last time he blinked? Where were these "kids" Wakko was supposed to make friends with?

Wait- no, he could see those. A group of them- shit, they were looking at him. Wakko noticed his nail was twitching nervously- he grabbed it and forced it to stop, but the kids laughed.

Wakko ran away again, covering his ears, his face turning red and the knot in his stomach transporting itself to his throat.

"No, no, no, no. Please, not now..." He pleaded with himself, but he didn't listen, and tears started to form. Wakko looked desperately for a quick way out, but still couldn't find any- curse the size of this place.

However, as his eyes darted around anxiously, he spotted something- a table covered in a white cloth that went to the ground. Without hesitation, Wakko went to it, making sure no one saw him before crawling underneath.

Wakko stayed there, covering his ears and rocking back and forth awhile, cursing his stupid brain for making these stupid tears that wouldn't end. He also cursed the stupid music for being too loud and the guests for being so many.

He wanted Mom.

He wanted mom to come and find him and scoop him up and take him to the playroom and sit in the rocking chair and rock him to sleep.

However, she didn't come.

No one did.

He was alone, and these tears weren't making him any calmer. Everything still felt so loud- it wasn't this loud before- he loved mom's coronation. Why was his brain so stupid?!

The young prince continued like that for a while, before someone came and lifted the tablecloth. He tried to make a run for it, but the someone grabbed his arm before he could- Wakko turned to look at their face and-

It was Max.

"S-sorry, I probably shouldn't... grab you," He let go, and Wakko scooted back, though he didn't leave. Max saw this as an invitation and joined him under the table.

"A-are- uh... Are you okay?" Max asked. Wakko looked away and shrugged.

"Right... not much of a talker..." Max recalled. Wakko nodded once, though he instantly regretted it, as it made his head feel weird.

Max tapped his fingers on his knee as he tried to figure something out. Wakko avoided any looks the Disney Prince gave him.

"Do you want some water? I can go get you some water," Max offered. Wakko sniffled and thought about it, before nodding once more (and regretting it once more).

with that, he disappeared, though not for too long.

Wakko noticed he stopped crying.

"Here, take this," Max handed him the glass. Wakko accepted the offering, taking a long drink.

Well, that felt at least a little bit better.

He glanced at Max.

"A-aren't you supposed to be with Yakko?" he asked.

"Dot was practically begging Yakko for a dance and I let him, it's her day after all," Max chuckled.

That made sense.

Wakko looked down at the glass, tapping his finger against it and looking at the water ripple.

"Do you need to step out of the party for a sec?" Max asked.

Wakko shrugged, taking a sip.

"Here- I'll help you find an exit," Max said, getting up and holding the cloth open for Wakko.

He hesitated.

He didn't deserve this- such kindness from the guy he locked in the tower mere weeks ago- it didn't make sense.

Then again, he'd give anything to get out of here.

Wakko listening to his senses and got out.

Carefully he followed Max through the gigantic room until they eventually reached a door, through which both of them slipped out of and into a calm and dark hallway.

Instantly, Wakko felt calmed, taking a deep breath.

"Wanna sit down?" Max asked, gesturing to the couches nearby. Wakko nodded. However, instead of sitting on the couch, he chose to lay on the cool floor, even taking off his gloves so he could feel the marble with his fingers.

Max didn't say anything for a while, not seeming to mind the silence. Which was good- because Wakko didn't feel like breaking it.

After a while though, a thought nagged at his brain.

Why.

Why on earth would Max help him? After everything he did? After everything he jeopardized? It didn't make sense.

Wakko sat up. Max looked at him but didn't say anything.

Wakko sighed.

"Why-?" He paused.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?"

"You were in trouble, I couldn't ignore that," Max shrugged. Wakko frowned, putting his gloves back on.

"I-i... Aren't you mad? At least a little?" He asked.

"It wasn't my first time being locked in a room for hours on end," Max snorted.

"Y-yeah, but I tried to hurt you. And Yakko..." Wakko looked at the ground. "I know how much you mean to him."

Max blinked.

"I- uh... well-" Max struggled with his words a moment.

"I don't... blame you, I guess. It's as new to you as it is to me and with a past and family tree like yours, I guess I don't blame you for lashing out? I dunno," Max shrugged, looking away.

Huh...

"Still... you didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Trust me, I would've helped any kid I found under there, but I'm glad it was you," Max said.

Wakko looked at him, deciding whether or not he believed that. Ultimately, he did.

"You know... Yakko talks a lot about you," Max said, piquing Wakko's interest.

"He worries a lot, but he says you're a really sweet kid, and I believe that," Max smiled a little. "You should be easier on yourself, you're still growing up you know?"

Wakko thought about that.

"I guess," He said. Max snorted.

"You know... you do seem like a pretty cool kid. I'm sorry if you ever felt I was ignoring you, I promise I'll try to make up for it too," He said.

Wakko thought about that too.

"Thanks," He said.

"I really do hope we can grow to like each other. Yakko means a lot to me and you mean a lot to him... you know?" Max blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

Wakko nodded, grinning a little.

"So... are we... cool?" Max asked.

Wakko thought about that as well.

"Yeah, we're cool," He said with his signature smile.

"Cool," Max grinned back. "Because I'm pretty sure Yakko might lose it if his dance with Dot ended and he can't find me."

Wakko laughed.

"Will you be alright?" Max asked, standing. Wakko nodded, getting up as well.

"I'm feeling a lot better... though I think I'll look for mum and dad," He said.

"Fair enough," Max nodded once. "Well- uh... see you around, I guess."

"See you around," Wakko laughed at his awkwardness before going back through the doors and back to the party.

Max followed soon thereafter, hoping Yakko wouldn't be too mad or worried at him for his sudden disappearance.

.o0o.

Yakko couldn't believe that a year ago today he thought his parents were dead. It baffled him honestly- he could turn his head and his parents were right there. They were never really dead- it shocked him to remember sometimes.

He also couldn't believe that only a year ago the most celebration they could share for Dot's birthday was a mini cake they had to sneak late at night.

And now look where he was- dancing in the middle of the ballroom with his little sister having the time of his life- despite the fact Dot couldn't stop giggling and he almost dropped her that one time.

However, he had to draw the line after three songs, which Dot understood, and he gave her back to their parents, hoping Max wouldn't be too mad about Dot taking up so much of his time.

"Ah, Max, there you are- sorry for dancing so long, I have a hard time saying no to her," Yakko laughed between pants, scratching the back of his neck.

"You just got done?" Max teased.

"Yeah, she really liked dancing," Yakko shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You look like you could use a breather," Max raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who, me? Whatever would give that idea?" He played back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"C'mon- let's go to the balcony," Max said, taking his hand.

When they got to the door Yakko paused as he looked back at his family, unsure. However, his parents looked at him, and after giving a fair look of warning, they both gave him a thumbs up and nod of approval, and Yakko went off with his prince.

However, they didn't pick a random one, they went all the way through the halls to the usual one they'd go to when Max visited Warnerstock (the kid had a thing for balconies).

"Ahh, fresh air," Yakko embraced the cool night.

"Yep," Max embraced it too, immediately going and leaning on the rails.

"Are you liking the party?" Yakko asked.

"It's pretty good- though a little crowded, but I always know how to find some space," Max answered.

"I feel that- when my birthday rolls around, I'll make it a lot less crowded. I don't know what Dot had against having it outside, but what are you gonna do?" Yakko shrugged.

"I think Wakko would appreciate a smaller shindig," Max said, looking at the garden.

"What makes you say that?" Yakko decided to take his place next to Max also leaning against the railing.

"Ran into him- he wasn't having the best time so I helped ground him again," Max said like it was no big deal.

It was.

"Grounded him? You- managed to calm him down? Is he okay? What happened?" Yakko asked quickly.

"Woah, woah, it's okay. He's totally fine, just... overwhelmed." Max said.

"Oh... well... I'm glad he's okay," Yakko took a deep breath. "And I'm even more glad you were able to help him- that's huge... really."

He looked at him when he said that last part. Max blushed.

"I would've helped anyone, seriously," He looked away.

"Mhm, sure," Yakko teased.

"I am serious though- it probably means a lot to Wakko- he doesn't accept help easily and to allow you... it means he's starting to like you," Yakko said in all seriousness.

"That's good," Max nodded. "I really do want your family to like me- I just... don't have the best ways of showing it, I suppose."

"Hey, you're doing great so far," Yakko held his hand.

There was a moment before Yakko realized what he was doing and both boys broke the gesture.

"Haha... yeahhhh," Max looked at the wall away from Yakko.

There was a stretch of silence between the two, neither knowing what to do. Sure they knew what they wanted but... things are never as easy as just doing what you want.

"My dad and uncles like you too- if you care about that," Max decided to say.

"That's good," Yakko smiled a little, rubbing his thumb on the railing.

Another pause.

"You know- It's funny to me how when we met you thought I might too cool for you," Max remarked.

"When did I ever say that?" Yakko said.

"You called me cool at least fifty times upon first meeting me," Max play punched his arm.

"As I recall, you called me cool, so who's the real cool one here?" Yakko punched him back and the princes laughed.

"Alright, alright, you got me," Max chuckled. "I was just trying to say you were totally wrong, I don't have a cool bone in my body."

"God- you're so cool you don't even know how cool you are. Typical," Yakko sighed teasingly.

"Hey, didn't I just say you're pretty cool too?" Max accused playfully.

"Oh please, you're way cooler. No trauma and with fluffy, luxurious hair like that? Please," Yakko rolled his eyes.

"Oh puh-lease yourself. Trauma is just a cool backstory and you're home is a lot more fun and a lot less crowded and your family is a lot more cool too," Max pointed his finger at Yakko.

"You're exaggerating," Yakko pointed back.

"Nope- not at all. You're one of my first true friends and that automatically makes you very cool," Max crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah? W-well-" Yakko paused, looking at Max carefully.

A pause.

Max's dark brown eyes shined back at Yakko, reflecting the stars that surrounded them wonderfully. His fluffy and luxurious hair framed his face with perfect ease. His signature smile slowly turned into that of curiosity.

Yakko felt his heart flutter.

"I'm not as cool as you think," Yakko stepped down, looking at the ground.

Coward.

Another pause.

"..."

"Well maybe you are right- maybe I am cooler than you."

"Wha-?"

Before Yakko could finish the sentence, Max grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.

"S-see?" Max was internally "fjdkaf;sfj"-ing in his brain. "You've won- I'm a lot cooler."

"Y-yeah," Yakko could barely speak his face was as red as Wakko's hat. "You're... yeah," his face melted into a goofy grin.

"Oh god- I'm sorry- d-did you not mean that..?" Max panicked, quickly becoming embarrassed.

"N-no!" Yakko snapped to life. "I-i... I- uh..."

"I liked it," He managed to say. Max smiled.

"W-... Wanna do it again?" Yakko proposed, and Max nodded, and they shared another kiss.

Yakko knew it was corny to think, but it truly felt just like fireworks in his chest.

He liked Max- Max liked him. A part of himself was realized- and he felt alive. A good kind of alive- not the kind of alive that came from life or death situations.

"So... I guess that makes us even," Max joked. Yakko laughed.

"I guess so," He couldn't get himself to stop smiling- neither could Max. They looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

"Man, we really should return to the party," Max said.

"Yeah, you're right," Yakko's face was starting to hurt from the smiling.

"Do- uh... do you think your parents will be cool... orrrr...?" Max asked.

"Psh, I'm sure they'll be fine," He said without hesitation.

"Cool," Max said, opening the door out of the balcony.

Yakko looked at him for a moment, trying to absorb the moment as best he could.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yep," Yakko said, taking a deep breath as he implanted it in his memory in his brain forever.

"C'mon, let's go before they think we've done something stupid," Yakko said, quickly joining Max and grabbing his hand before running back to join his family.

however, right before entering the party room once more, Yakko paused.

"Does this mean our friendship is basically ruined?" He asked.

Max thought about it.

"I wouldn't think of it as a ruining per se... maybe think of it as an upgrade of sorts," Max winked.

God, he was so much cooler.

"Cool," Yakko grinned, squeezing Max's hand.

"Well... uh- shall we?" Max let go and offered Yakko his arm.

Yakko thought about it.

Taking it would mean no taking it back- it would mean the whole party would basically know that they kissed (holy shit- they kissed! that was a thing that happened!). His parents, his siblings, practically the whole kingdom, and their allies.

Yakko couldn't imagine any other way to walk back in.

He took his arm.

"We shall."

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