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prologue to Heavy is the Heart (That Wears the Crown) [masterlist coming soon]
part of you hoped you'd be able to avoid this aspect of royalty, but it was inevitable. they would never allow the sole heir to the kingdom of evermoor to remain unmarried. all you can hope for is that one of the suitors you meet will be the true love you've always dreamt of.
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âș⊠seventeen x reader (cyoa style!) âș⊠word count: 3.3k âș⊠genre: historical, kind of a mix of everything lol âș⊠warnings: shitty parents, forced marriage, mention of being pressured into intimacy, i promise i'm not a royalist i just think historical stories of nobility are v romantic
àȘââŽâ [đ] happy valentine's day!! this series has been in the works since november, and i'm so excited to finally post the prologue! this series has come to be very close to my heart, and i'm really excited to share it with you guys!
special thanks to @lovewithoutresin my beautiful bestie for editing and writing the dialogue for the reader's Handmaiden! I love that this series has a piece of you in it too MWAH!!
the prologue and a certain upcoming chapter are dedicated to the lovely @ylangelegy for inspiring me to pick up writing (on tumblr) again after nearly a decade (christ alive i'm old. đ). if they hadn't been so supportive and expressed interest in this story, i'd likely not have written it. happy valentine's day ilysbbbb
dividers by saradika!
each chapter of this series will have a (relatively lol) period-accurate theme and costume.
this chapter's theme is FaurĂ©: AprĂšs un RĂȘve (ca. 1870).
"A song about devotion and passion. The dreamer yearns for the return of her dreams, in which she met her love: âIn sleep made sweet by a vision of youâ."
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the costume for this chapter is this gorgeous afternoon dress (ca. 1835) from the met museum archives.
âAll we ask is that you keep an open mind.â
The rattle of the carriage wheels against the meticulously hand-paved road beneath your fancifully cushioned seat was, perhaps, the only thing keeping you grounded at the moment. You could do little but curse them internally, knowing putting up a fight was⊠tragically futile.
âHow do you mean, Mother?â
You already knew the answer to this question, but it bought you a bit of time to school your reaction, to use your decades of lessons in decorum to keep your actual thoughts and feelings from clawing themselves out of your mouth.
After all, for Godâs sake, how could they expect you to choose a husband on this supposed âdiplomatic tourâ?
Youâd, of course, rolled your eyes when your Handmaiden had told you of their plans (though a much more tumultuous emotion stirred behind your sardonic response). Your parents hadnât even afforded you the courtesy of a conversation before making arrangements for the tour. Instead, the news was broken only after your Handmaiden heard the rumors in whispers that echoed through the long, hollow halls of your castle. (Pro Tip: Having a best friend on your staff never stops being helpful.) You knew what this was, and it wasnât simply diplomatic. At least, not in the usual sense.
You knew what this wasâ everyone did. You were of the age where courtiers began to whisper about your lack of husband, gossiping about why the Crown Heir of Evermoor had yet to even begin the courting process. Why so many requests for meetings had gone politely rejected.
The truth was much less salacious than popular theoryâ as is usually the case. Quite simply, youâve just yet to meet an eligible bachelor that doesnât make you physically recoil at the prospect of being wed to them. Between the Dukes whose eyes on your female staff were⊠less than respectful and Counts who couldnât make it longer than thirty seconds without saying something to stroke their own egos, youâd rather shovel the stables by hand than meet with any prospects for the time being.
There had been a close call once, just a few months back, where youâd met with a neighboring King who was charming enough at first. That is, of course, until the bastard had tried to pressure you into necking with him after dinner one night. You sent him packing on the spot. And your parents, the Queen and King, were irate. Apparently, not offending the royal family was more important than your honor.
Which, tragically, prompted them to force your hand into embarking on what would be your âgrand tourâ throughout the nearby kingdoms. Officially, it was a tour to introduce you as the Crown Royal to your (pre-established and potential alike) allyâs own Royal Families. To establish a line of communication and get to know each other sooner rather than later. But none were gullible enough to miss the writing on the wall. You were unmarried, and most of the kingdoms youâd be visiting had unmarried royal sons of their own to offer. After all, for a royal as high-ranking as yourself, itâs most appropriate for you to marry other âhigh-valueâ royalty. Those who would be Counts in their own right someday, some even Kings. Any children born would rule over both domains, doubling your familiesâ power and influence in the realm. (And that was all anything was ever about. Cue eye roll.)
Perhaps youâd have fought harder if you thought there was the slimmest chance of getting your way, but⊠why kid yourself? This was an inevitable. Since you were young, youâd known your fate would be that of most born of noble blood. To be used as a bargaining chip, a pawn in someone elseâs gameâ one neither of you had elected to play.
Sure, there had been a time many years ago where youâd find yourself in despair over this. Growing up, your favorite stories were the ones told of love triumphing over all. Youâd go to your balcony in the dead of night, wishing to any power that could hear you to be one of the lucky ones. For you to have the chance at a marriage of love. A husband you chose not because of the family crest he bore, but for the tender affection he showed you. The way he lit up your world, coloring your bluest nights into the tender pinks of the sunrise. Someone who was well and truly yours, divorced from the way nobility are traded like commodities, but how love brings two souls into one, merging until you canât remember where you end and he begins. A love like poetry. A love worth writing about.
But those days were long behind you. Even the most hopeless of all romantics canât resist the effects of erosion, the cynical waves of the ocean clawing at the coast until even something so eternal as the Earth itself gives way, becoming part of the ocean it once fought to resist so vehemently. Holding onto that optimism⊠at some point begins to hurt you more than it helps you. And so you, once as steady as the Earth in your quest for love, you surrendered to cynicism just as steadily, until you, too, found it hard to believe that love in the pure sense even existed at all.Â
Of course, those were the times when your Equerry would ask you to accompany him on a trip to the local market. After all, none could read you quite like him. It came with the territoryâ his job, of course, to be your shadow. To care for you, and to watch over you. And he took his role very seriously. To him, this meant to help you through not just your meetings with the steward, but also to watch for signs that your spirits need lifting (despite this not technically being in his duties). And seeing how your mouth twitched into a frown any time someone mentioned the concept of love the past few months? He didnât have to be a scholar to read you.
So he pulled you into the castleâs preferred bakery, calling for Mister and Missus Kim and producing a beaming smile when the pair came out from the back to say hello. The coupleâs eyes shined every time they looked at one another, and the three of them talked about the castleâs weekly order as you watched from near the door, mindlessly eyeing the pastries on display in the cabinet, trying to ignore the way your chest fluttered just being around something so beautiful. She held a toddler on her hip, and the moment it crossed your mind that she was looking tired from holding the boy, her husband instinctively grabbed him, placing him to lay upon his own chest instead. It was as if they had their own language, something silent but incredibly tangible that tied them together. And it was a sight to behold.
Your heart felt much less heavy on the ride home, your eyebrows quirked in thoughtful wishing instead of the bitter resignation they tended towards. Your Equerry said nothing, his hands smoothing against the hat heâd placed on his lap as he smiled softly. He didnât need your words to know heâd done well, even if he would love to hear them. But alas, the you of the present day was much too timid to speak what was on your mind. The thoughts were much too soft for someone who was to someday rule over this nation. But maybe, you thought, maybe you were what was too soft. Maybe fate had played a cruel joke in making you the only one who could govern your beloved country once your parents no longer could. Maybe it was all a foolâs errand.
Because you couldnât help but feel that⊠perhaps youâll never be lucky enough to possess a love of your own, but youâre more sure than youâve ever been that love is one of the finest things humanity has to offerâ so real, so tangible that it shone through the dark clouds hanging over your head. And youâd do anything it took to feel its embrace, even for the smallest moment in time.
It was hard to contend with the idea people had in their head about you at times. To them, you were the Crown Heir of Evermoor. Sole Heir at that. Flowers bloomed bright the day you were born, and (according to folklore) itâs impossible for a flower to wilt if itâs been blessed by your presence.
You care deeply for your nation, making certain your Equerry schedules an allotment every few weeks for you to visit the capitalâs town square, relishing in the bustle of the city and the chatter of those hard at work, or those working to forget their hard day at work. But when they notice you, theyâre quick to forget what they were doing. Instead, they either gawk openly, or rush to have their moment with you. Something theyâll remember for a lifetime; âthe time the Crown Royal complimented my pelerineâ or âthe time I made the Crown Royal smile by presenting them with a roseâ.Â
But at home? Youâre just⊠you.
Youâre sprawled out over your plush bed, dressed down to your chemise and pantaloons as your Handmaiden helped you sneak a second dessert to share, shutting the door to your quarters quietly as she, too, leapt to join you in your bed with a mischievous smile (though there was an unspoken tension in the air that neither of you cared to address just yet). Your hair hit your shoulders in what were once carefully-manicured curls that had loosened throughout the day. If it were anyone else, youâd be shamed for the lewdness of this moment, but this was another perk to having your best friend as your Handmaiden. With her, this was perfectly appropriate. Even if it wasnât technically in the spirit of the rules.
The upcoming months hung over you like a death sentence. Tonight would be one of your last as a single person, one of the last youâd not be betrothedâ or worse, married. At the end of the week, youâd be leaving on your tour. Leaving the only home youâd ever known to stay at palace after palace belonging to strangers who intended to sell you on their sons. And if thereâs one thing you knew; the only thing more formidable than your citizens competing for your attention is dozens of nobles doing the same. At least your people had some sense of dignity.
Today was one of the last nights youâd be free to kid yourself into believing that, by some miracle, youâd get the fairytale ending youâve always dreamed of. Because once you left the borders of Evermoor, there would be no returning without the burden of a ring on your finger, its center stone heavy with insurmountable expectations and a destiny youâd never get to seek.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the loud clink of a fork on your Handmaid's plateâ a clearly theatrical gesture.Â
âSo?â She sat her plate aside without looking away from you. When you gave her no indication that you knew what she was about to broach, she continued, her voice casual and innocent. âHow long were you planning on moping about for? I just mean to ensure we stay on schedule.âÂ
Eyes still trained on the plate of Ratafia Cake in front of you, you couldnât help the smile that tugged at one corner of your mouth. You gave her a thoughtful hum. âI was thinking⊠maybe a couple more decades? Donât want to overdo it, of course.â You looked to her with a facetious grin.
Unfortunately, she wasnât buying it. âThat sounds about right. I wouldnât want to waste any more precious time I canât get back either.â She kept the dry tone, but there was evident concern on her features. Perhaps a bit of frustration as well.Â
Your smile faltered, the truth in her words hitting a little too close to the truth for comfort. You resorted to pushing your cake around on the small saucer, the prospect of eating suddenly much less alluring as the truth settled in your stomach like a stone. Your voice came out barely over a whisper; âWhat else can I do? It's not as if I have any say in the matter. I've pushed this off as long as I can. My parentsâŠâ You take an exasperated breath, âThey arenât going to budge this time.â
The pretense was dropped then, and she shifted to get comfortable, tone more serious. âI know. It's not fair the way this is happening. I hope you know I am really sorry about that.âÂ
âI just⊠don't think that the way you're thinking about this is really helpful to you.â She looked off, thought for a moment, then turned back to pick the situation apart. âWe can't change the situation. So the way I see it, you have a few options here.â
You placed the cake to the side then, shifting to lean against the bedpost. Part of you felt the urge to dig in your heels, to protest, but unfortunately one of your best friendâs qualities happens to be that sheâs almost always right about these things. So instead, you bite your tongue, nodding for her to continue.
âOption One; you go on the tour. You grin and bear it with the suitors. And really, youâll only be with each of them for a short time. So if theyâre that terrible, youâll be out soon enough. Donât worry about months or years from nowâ just focus on getting through this part. One step at a time.â She picked up her cake again, taking a shamelessly large bite and swallowing it quickly.
âI hate that youâre being made to choose this. But think of it this way: you do get a choice if you go. You can at least focus on trying to influence things to make your life easiest. And maybe you will end up liking someone, at least enough to try. I mean, the odds are one of them wonât be completely insufferable. And if they all are, I promise to let you mope until the end of time, okay?â
That has you laughing again, turning to look at her fully. âCareful; I may actually take you up on that. I really think Iâve yet to fully realize my true potential in the field of being annoying. And as my Handmaiden, you have special privileges as my guinea pig for just that.â You give her an easy smile, leaning on one side while you pick up your cake once more.
But as you take another bite, you ponder her words carefully. As suspected, she was right once again. Most noblewomen are not as lucky as youâve been. You made it this far without being betrothed, and even then your parents are still allowing you the choice of who to marry instead of forcing someone upon you. So while the situation is certainly unideal⊠sheâs right to say that you still have some freedom of choice. And while small, itâs best to count your blessings whenever they come, lest it drive you mad.
âYouâre right.â You pause, trying to find a way to say what you mean without sounding naive. Or worse, corny. âWhat I want may be out of question, but I suppose any choice is better than none.â You furrow your brow for a moment, lost in thought. âPerhaps⊠some of these suitors also mourn this choice. Love may be off the table, but⊠perhaps we can be friendsââ You pause once more, laughing softly. ââwho just so happen to be married.â
Youâre not sure why it took you so long to reach this conclusion. After all, noble as they may be, these suitors are human just as you are. Each of them have their own thoughts, goals, desires, dreams. And perhaps, like yours, theirs is also stifled by this imposed choice. Perhaps.
âExactly,â she replied, face brightening a bit at your change in tone. âAnd⊠well, who knows?â She shrugged, not going any further into the thought. âAt any rate, it wonât necessarily hurt to have a partner in crime.âÂ
âMy, myâ are you suggesting that I replace you now?â You tease her.
âRight. So what's Option Two, then?â
âOption Two; we let the kingdom burn, run away in the night and live on the lam. That one has a few kinks to work out.â She played it as straight as she could, but it was obvious from her face that she was trying to be funny.Â
Your laughter comes out in a snort, her words catching you by surprise. âYou know what? I'm half tempted to take you up on that. But I don't think Mr. Stick-in-the-mud Equerry would go for it. Tragic.â
âOh, forget him,â she said lightly. âWe can do it on our own.â She finished the last bite of her dessert.
You try to ignore the way you immediately feel guilty imagining the expression on your Equerry's face if he knew the details of this conversation. Even tonight, you had to practically beg him to take the night off so you could have this time with your Handmaiden. He's been practically glued to your side since the news of your fate reached him, ever protective of you. He means well, but⊠a girl needs to breathe sometimes. You can only imagine what he'd do, how he'd feel if you fled. You scrunch up your face apologetically at your Handmaiden, still smiling. âSorry. Maybe next time.â
She laughs, shaking her head at you softly. âSeriously, though. Just try, okay? There must be some part of this that could work out for good.â
As you, too, finish the last bit of your cake, you nod solemnly in return. âAlright. I'll⊠try. But only because you asked me to.â You answer with an air of drama. âWe should both hope this goes well. After all, heâll soon be your problem just as much as heâll be mine. It's your neck on the block too,â You joke.
âDon't I know it,â she replied, and collected the dish back from you. âAnd God help us both.â
âWe just donât want you to be so⊠dismissive. Alright, dear? Give them a chance. They just might surprise you. Youâve been so picky, and we wonât tolerate a repeat of last time.â
The words of your Father hit your ears like an arrow, and youâre rearing back to spit a harsh retort when you feel your Equerry place a steadying hand on your shoulder, just out of view of your parents across from you both. Looking at him, he gives you a sympathetic smile that does little to alleviate your anger, but it succeeds in holding you back if only because you hate fighting with your parents in front of him. (It stresses him out having to play the middle-man when he wants to have your back with no question.)
So you take a deep breath, letting your Fatherâs words linger in the air of the carriage, which suddenly felt hopelessly stuffy.
It wasnât fifteen minutes later that the carriage slowed to a stop, signaling the end of your journey to meet the first of your suitors. Your heartbeat quickened, and as your attendant opened the door to the carriage, the sun pricked at your eyes.
While you waited as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you noticed an unfamiliar hand reaching into your carriage, offering for you to grab to assist you out. âMay I help you, Your Highness?â
And though it felt like diving into frigid waters in the black of night, you took the strangerâs hand.
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your heart's safe with me
written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles Valentine's Day pop-up event and @steddiebingo main card fill for the prompt pre-relationship
rated: T | wc: 1.000 | tags: pre steddie, pining, love confessions, implied friends to lovers
  "If I have to see one more couple kissing, I'm gonna be sick. Can they just not? I'm already miserable, don't need them to rub it in like that," Steve groans and Eddie gets it; it's hard being single on Valentine's day.
That is, if you're name is Steve Harrington. Self-proclaimed former ladiesâ man, who never really had a problem scoring a date until he lost his crown when he climbed off his high horse and became part of the loveless losers club Eddie's been a member of all his life.
  "Can't even go to Robin's for our annual Fuck Valentine's date because she's seeing her new girlfriend tonight. I mean, I love that for her but- god, it sucks being alone."
  "You do know who you're talking to, right?"
Steve turns to look at him, confusion making way for understanding.
  "Oh, uh, sorry."
  "You should be. I've never had a date on Valentine's day. Or ever, for that matter. But do you see me complaining? No. So suck it up, man. You'll find the right one. Maybe not today but- they're out there somewhere."
Eddie hates to even think about it but thereâs no denying the fact that one day, he'll have to come to terms with Steve being in a relationship with someone that isn't him. It sucks, but that's just how things are.
  "You could come to my place after work," Eddie offers before thinking it through. "We can watch some cheesy romcom. You can complain about how unrealistic it is and I can make fun of you for crying over the happy ending."
This makes Steve laugh and Eddie takes it as a win; he loves making Steve laugh, loves the sound of it.
  "So that's a yes?"
After their shift, they separate ways only for Steve to make a detour home because he complained about needing to get out of his smelly work clothes and take a shower.
Eddie would've offered his shower and his clothes for Steve to change into but itâs better that way â better not to give his mind any more reason to create fantasies he definitely shouldn't have.
So, he uses the time to freshen up and clean up some of the bits and bobs scattered around his apartment. It's not messy, not really. Nothing like Wayne had augured when Eddie moved out to live on his own. It's more like organised chaos but because it's Steve coming over, Eddie puts a little more effort in it than he usually would.
An hour later, Steve finally arrives.
  "For how long it took you to get changed, I thought you'd be dressed up a lot nicer for me," Eddie jokes when he opens the door and finds Steve standing there in comfy sweats and hoodie, hair tousled but still unfairly good looking.
  "Sorry. Robin called because she was freaking out about her date, so I had to calm her down. You know how she gets when she's nervous." Steve shakes his head and sighs, smiling fondly, "But I stopped at the pizza place you like. Brought your favourite, as an apology."
His smile turns from soft to cheeky and Eddie happily takes the large box handed to him.
  "I could kiss you right now."
Eddie could kiss him always, but Steve doesn't need to know.
They get comfortable in the small but cosy living room, eating while watching the movie Steve chose - something about best friends who are obviously meant to be but too oblivious to realise it. Eddie's not really paying attention, just enjoys Steve's presence. Letting his eyes linger on the man beside him every now and then, smiling whenever Steve smiles, counting the moles on his face and neck, wishing he could kiss every single one of them. It's stupid, maybe even risky to gawk so openly, but Steve doesn't notice - or at least he doesn't call him out on it.
  "This is so stupid," Steve says and Eddie laughs because he's been waiting for it.
  "How do they not know? I mean- it's clear as day that he's into her. How can she keep looking for love when it's right there?"
  "Sometimes you just don't see what's right in front of you, I guess." Eddie swallows hard; he knows too well what it's like not to be seen.
  "Okay, sure. But then why doesn't he just- tell her. I mean, they're clearly perfect together."
  "It's not always that easy."
  "I'd want to know. If there was someone loving me like this, I'd want them to tell me."
Steve turns to look at him and Eddie's breath catches in his throat.
Does he know? Does he suspect something? That can't be. Eddie never told anyone about his feelings for Steve.
  "What if they're scared?" It already sounds like a confession and Eddie curses himself for not keeping his mouth shut.
  "Scared of what?"
Eddie scoffs frustrated.
  "I don't know, Steve. Rejection? Losing your best friend? Having your heart broken?"
He didn't mean to snap at him but this conversation really hits a nerve.
  "But what if..." Steve trails off, seems lost in his thoughts, "What if they love them back?"
Eddie has the sickening feeling that they're not talking about the movie anymore.
  "They wouldn't know unless the other person gives them a sign."
  "Something like that?"
Before the question even sinks in, Eddieâs lips are sealed with Steveâs that are tentatively pushing, opening up just enough for a hint of tongue Eddie chases with his own, falling easily into the rhythm of Steve's lead.
Eddie keeps his eyes closed for a long moment after they part, contemplating whether he dares to believe this is real.
  "Your heart's safe with me," Steve whispers sweetly and Eddie realises then, that this crush hasn't been so one-sided all this time.
Next year on Valentine's, he promises himself, he'll make it extra special for Steve. Tonight though, sharing pizza and kisses and confessions is enough to make it perfect.
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The First Meet Self-Aware!Caleb
Caleb always talked about how he would he would show you around SkyHaven when you got there. It was never an 'if' with him it was always a 'when'. Perhaps that should've been your first red flag, but when you have feelings for someone those red flags look a little pink A/N: I was chillin' in the N109Zone while I wrote this. Sylus rubbed my feet and brought me food. pt. 1 here
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âJust give me some timeâŠ.â
What did he mean by that? The memory of the way his voice shook and how it seemed like he was talking more to himself rather than you â haunted you endlessly. You spent your days on edge, looking over your shoulder, tossing and turning in your sleep and waking up out of breath. You were never able to use your phone again after that it just wouldnât turn back on. You spun the new device in your hand flipping it over to see the new phone case you purchased for it.
Apples.
âWell thanks for the new phone Calebâ You mumbled to yourself, setting it aside on your desk before sitting down to get to work. Part of you missed playing Love and Deepspace, but you couldnât bring yourself to download the app again after what happened with Caleb. For months you had managed to fall for that pixelated man only for it to end the way that it did. You still had no clue what he meant by âGive me some timeâ but it gave you chills nonetheless.
âHey!â You jumped at the sound of Camerons voice aka your work bestie. âWhat?â The word rushed out of you. She stared down at you with a concerned look âIâve been trying to get your attention I called your name at least ten timesâ You blinked rapidly as you looked around trying to gather your scattered thoughts. You hadn't realized you were spacing out âIâm sorry I was just trying to get this finished by end of dayâ You smoothed out your shirt and turned to face your friend âWhat's up?â Just when you thought it would be bad news you watched as a saccharine grin spread across her face. âSomebody had these deliveredâ She pulled a bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind her back and gently placed them in your lap. âJust for youâ
Your whole face lit up as you looked down at the gorgeous flowers. No one has ever gifted you flowers before. The gesture almost made you combust just from staring at them. Carefully picking them up, you took a long sniff relishing in the floral notes that filled your senses. After getting a good sniff you quickly searched the flowers for a card to see who your secret admirer could be.
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Your heart dropped to your ass in an instant; it canât be Caleb heâs not real. You sprang to your feet letting the flowers fall to the floor â petals broke away from the stems as you kicked it away. The room grew blurry as your lungs constricted and your heart pounded like a drum in your ears. The last thing you saw was your friend reaching for you before you were suddenly counting the ceiling lights. Cameron shook you by your shoulders trying to get you to breathe properly. âWhat was in those flowers!? What did you do? Should I call 911?â She wasnât speaking to you she was looking over her shoulder â who's she talking to? Please donât let it be your boss that lady is strict enough as it is. Sheâll have you head on a stick if she finds out you passed out on the clock.
âNo I'll take it from hereâ A tall looming shadow stood over you; his face came into view as he leaned down and cupped your cheek in his hand. âLetâs go home pipsqueak you donât look so wellâ Caleb? But how? You wanted to flinch away from his touch or get up and scramble away from him but your body was so heavy. âCaâŠCalebâ It was so hard to speak your words coming out slurred as you continued to become even dizzier. âHow?âŠ..â His smile was blurry but his voice was clear "I take it you missed me considering this phone case"
The world seemed to be going by in flashes. First you were on the floor and next you were in someones arms and now youâre watching flashes of light pass by as you struggled to keep your eyes open. âGet some restâ A gentle hand rubbed small circles on your back willing you to sleep. The heavy weight of sleep outweighed your will to stay awake.
You were groggy as you rolled over and instinctively snuggled into your pillow. You wanted to go back to sleep, but the smell of breakfast had your stomach growling. Breakfast? You sat up in a panic looking around the foreign room. This was not your room and this was not your city. Fumbling out of bed you somehow managed to wrap your feet up in the sheets falling to the floor with a hard thud âFuck that hurtâ just then you heard heavy footsteps heading your way. Terror set in as you tried to untangle yourself from the blankets as the footsteps grew closer. âCome on come on come onâ you begged the sheets that seemed to continuously grip onto your legs. âYou canât be seriousâ You whisper-yelled to yourself.
The room door opens softly and there stands Caleb with a look of worry. âWhat happened?â He rushes to your side and tries to help untangle you. âCaleb!?â Your eyes are practically bulging out of your head staring at the man in front of you. You wriggle and flail only making things worse âHold still!â Caleb pins you in place with his evol as he unwraps your lower half from the sheets and blanket. âThere. All doneâ He meets your stare and gives you those same puppy dog eyes that you remember all too well.
âW-where am I?â It took everything in you to keep from cowering into the corner. You knew there was no point in trying to run since he could quite literally pin you in place. He beamed as he gestured towards the floor to ceiling window âWelcome to SkyHaven I hope you enjoy your stayâ He said with a wink. Your lips curled into an angry frown while your eyes ping ponged between the view and him. âWhat? Are you not happy to see me?â
âI donât understand how I'm seeing youâ You rolled your shoulder to try and quell the pain radiating from it. There will definitely be some bruising or at least some soreness later. âThatâs classified information Pip-squeakâ Before you could ask anymore questions Caleb pulled you to your feet like you weigh nothing. You looked up at him almost entranced by how handsome he is. You shook your head and snatched your hands from his. âDonât give me that bullshit excuse! Take me home!â
He tilted his head and reached a hand out to caress your cheek âYou are homeâ Although he had the warmest smile and lovestruck eyes; you couldn't help, but feel like a bucket of ice water was thrown on you. You stared dumbfounded; words escaping you.
Say something. Say something!
âI have to leave soon but I wanted to share a meal with you before thenâ That's when you noticed he was dressed in his colonel uniform â damn he looked so good too, but you refused to tell him that.
Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the door. You tripped over your own feet trying to keep up with his long strides. âI can walk on my own Caleb let goâ You yanked at his grip and surprisingly he let go â only for him to swiftly sweep you off your feet and carry you bridal style into the dining room. He gently placed you in a chair and sauntered off to the kitchen returning with your favorite juice, a glass of water, and scallion pancakes. You stared at your plate not sure if youâre happy or pissed.
âI didnât poison it so stop poutinâ and eat before it gets coldâ You glanced at Caleb who occupied the seat next to you. He sat in a relaxed position with his head resting in his palm; studying you intently. You were still hesitant to eat anything this man put in front of you considering he kidnapped you to another world and wonât tell you how to get home. Caleb reaches a hand across you grabbing your knife and fork and slices a piece of your scallion pancake â popping it into his mouth with a subtle groan. He cuts another piece and turns the fork to you âSee itâs safeâ
You hesitantly part your lips as Caleb pushes the food into your mouth. The flavors bursting on your tongue had you audibly moaning as well. Caleb was a fantastic cook â you snatched the fork from his hand and dug right in taking a few sips of your drink to wash it down. The weight of his stare has you slowing down and immediately wiping your mouth âWhat are you staring at?â Calebs eyes soften as he slowly scans your face âYouâre even more beautiful in personâ
Even though you werenât happy with him those words still gave you butterflies â youâve been trying so hard to suppress them. You dropped your gaze and moved the last bits of your food around your plate âDonât flirt with me youâre gonna make me nervousâ He let out a soft chuckle and flicked your nose before leaning back in his chair â flashing that gorgeous smile of his. Caleb really was breathtaking; those violet eyes almost had you in a trance. You couldnât help, but take in all his features â your eyes going from his eyes to his lips, taking notes of how full and soft they looked.
Continuing your perusal, you let your eyes move down, taking in his long muscular, but lean frame. His legs seemed to go for miles and you watched him spread them just a little wider when your eyes reached his lap. âYou like what you see pip-squeak?â You finally snapped out of your self-inflicted trance and shook your head âYouâre easy on the eyes even though you make my nervous system stand on endâ You pushed your empty plate away, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back in your chair.
Caleb didnât respond immediately â opting to just give your cheek a caress as he grabbed your plate. His silence was unnerving to say the least. Is he upset? Are you the reason heâs upset? Staying quiet seemed to be the best option. âSo Iâll be leavinâ for three days I want you to stay here and when I get back I promise to give you the grand tour of SkyHavenâ His voice was accompanied by the sound of dishes clattering and running water.
âThree days?!â You choked on your drink causing you to cough loudly. Caleb stopped what he was doing and rushed to your side â rubbing your back as you caught your breath. âIâm not staying here for three days! I have a life back home!â You pushed his shoulder so you could stand and get some space. You knew by the way his brows furrowed and the chilling demeanor that washed over him in an instance that youâd made him mad. âAnd how exactly do you plan on getting âhomeâ pip-squeak?â He took a step toward you making you step back. You didnât get far as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you flush against him. His eyes were becoming wild â this was the same look in his eyes before he ruined your phone for good. His heart was also beating rapidly in rhythm with yours.
You: Tell me how! Caleb: Didnât you say you hated your job? You: Yes but- Caleb: Werenât you the one who said you wanted someone to take care of you for once? You: Caleb I didnât mean- Caleb: So why not stay here and be happy âŠ. with me?
Your heart was beating out of your chest as you stood there letting part of yourself give in to him while the other half was ready to run out the door. Where would you go though? Who would help you? Thereâs no way Caleb is actually cruel enough to keep you here knowing damn well you donât belong in this game. âI-I canâtâ You croaked out not knowing if you wanted to kiss him or kick him. You watched Calebsâ expression fall, but he quickly covered it with a small grin. He stepped away from you and you almost chased after him due to the loss of warmth. He gripped you by your chin and you stood there frozen not sure what his next move would be. He narrowed his eyes as he searched your face for what? You didnât know. To your surprise he placed the softest kiss on your lips. The gasp that followed was swallowed up by him as he deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to give him a swift kick to the crotch, but your heart was melting in the palm of his hand.
You kissed him back with the same fervor.
You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly close. Caleb kissed you like he would never have this chance again while simultaneously savoring your lips like he had all the time in the world. He tapped the side of your thigh and you swiftly lifted it without question. Caleb picked you up, holding you close as he moved across the room and laid you down on the couch. He pulled away breathless and dropped his forehead on your chest âIf we keep going Iâll be late for workâ
âI should probably get home anyway Caleb we can talk about this another day, but let me go home firstâ You ran your hands through his hair â it was soft. He lifted his head and for the first time, since bringing up home, his eyes showed no sign of anger. âYouâre rightâ He stood to his full height and helped you to your feet. âLets get you some pain medication for your shoulderâ He brushed his fingertips over the darkening area âThen I'll tell you how to get homeâ his words were almost a whisper.
âThank youâ You could feel the tension melting off of you in waves.
âFollow meâ He helped you to your feet and headed down the hallway towards what you assume is his room. You followed closely behind him; stumbling a few times to keep up. Once you were in his room your stumbling became much harder to control. Your breathing was becoming heavy and your head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. You braced yourself against the wall willing the dizziness to stop.
âWhatâs wrong? Come lay downâ Caleb said feigning concern. Your body was too heavy to even try to fight him so you allowed him to guide you into his bed and you felt a soft kiss on your forehead right before drifting off to sleep. âIâll be back soonâ
The room was dark only lit by the moon through the window when you woke up. You sat up glancing around the room trying to figure out where you were. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust, but once they did you saw the outline of a small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.
No he didnât.
You bolted out of bed at the sudden realization that you were still in Calebs home. âCaleb!â You yelled as you ran down the hall out into the living room. The place was dark and quiet not a single sign of another person. You ran to the front door, frantically trying to open it, but somehow Caleb managed to bolt this door shut making it impossible for you to leave. âHe locked me in?â Think.
The windows!
You opened one of the few windows that wasn't floor to ceiling and found that it luckily wasn't sealed shut. Freedom was in reach. You went to put one leg out the window when you were met with an electrifying pain. âOw! Damn it!â There was some kind of electromagnetic wall just outside the window. Donât freak out. Donât freak out. Your breathing was ragged and tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. âFuck you Caleb you were never going to let me leaveâ
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Day 2655: As winter trucks on, everyone hauls up as the snow piles up in the city below...
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Snow accumulated along the penthouse's enormous balconies, and the many large windows. Beyond was a landscape whited out by the frosty blanket, difficult to discern the shapes of any of the distant buildings through the heavy weather.
Tango's arm quietly ached. These days he could almost ignore it. Jimmy would chastise him if he knew, say it was not healthy, but what was there to do about it? hypocrite that he was, the avian had his own issues, even if it normally was not painful. They'd spent all morning pretending like Tango couldn't hear his unnaturally deep breaths, or that he'd turned his machine up higher. It was already high compared to before they'd been separated.
Today, though, was an okay day for Tango. He could almost ignore it. His prosthetic couldn't, but it was far too cold for it anyways. There was little to do while hauled up, he'd taken to hardly wearing it the past two weeks as the cold settled in. If not for their few chores and Jimmy's returning energy they'd both be hauled up in their room still.
But they still needed to clean and they still needed to eat. So, while he waited for False to return from taking care of the animals for them and the signal from Wels that his brother was still safely locked up, he cleaned. Plucked the dead leaves from the plants, moved muddy clothing to the laundry room, put away the last game they'd played, anything he saw that he could do.
Humming echoed from the hall, riding the same breeze that wafted a lovely smell of spices and meat. The last of a deer False had found. It was easy to mindlessly work with the smells and sounds of Jimmy cooking nearby. Or maybe it was just easier because he knew there was something tasty waiting at the end of it all. His thoughts were quick to get lost imagining the various dishes, unwilling to risk a fork getting thrown at him for interrupting to ask. It couldn't hurt, though, to take a peak..?
The room dimmed as great ruddy wings blocked the whiteout. False's terrifyingly sharp talons seemed like they might crush the railing beneath them, and Tango was silently glad Jimmy's were that of a songbird and not a raptor like their new companions. It wasn't as graceful as Wels' or Grian's landings either, the woman lurching slightly before hopping down to the ground. A few months ago Tango might not have noticed, but he'd seen the three avians come and go so often from that window he couldn't help notice the differences.
"All the chickens are accounted for, and your horse is fed." She announced, giving a salute with her smile that Tango returned.
"Thanks again for this." He said for the fourth time that day. "Jimmy can't even get himself off the ground this week, never mind carrying-"
"I told you it's fine." False waved him off as she slipped off her cap. even just the short flight from ground level to the 40th some-odd floor had it coated in a heavy blanket of snow.
Tango opened his mouth to protest but a yelp escaped instead, accompanied by clattering metal and plastic. It took them both a moment to realize it hadn't been him at all. Both spun towards the hall, a squeaky curse echoing. Tango was the first to rush forward.
Jimmy was leaned over the counter, head in one hand and the other limply stretched over the kitchen island where his leftovers bucket had spilled over the edge. His breaths came heavy and quick, much worse than earlier. Feathered ears twitched, well aware of his new company but unable to pick himself back up to say anything. At least until Tango had his arm around him. Then, he found the ability to give a weak protest, easily ignored as Tango guided him towards the bench-chest on the far wall.
Tango only glanced to False for a second, to check she had followed, "Go turn up the airificator." He directed.
"I'm fine." Jimmy wheezed. It was as though he'd just ran several miles, his hand clutched to his chest to catch a breath of air that would not come to him. "I just got a bit dizzy and dropped my knife."
"Is that all." Tango muttered, running his hands down Jimmy's tubes looking for any knots or breaks. A wing smacked his head until he backed away.
Jimmy huffed, though it wasn't entirely clear if it was frustration or his inability to breathe. "Just give me a minute! It's already high enough. I don't need to get used to it being even higher."
It was pure stubbornness. And if Tango was honest, he wasn't sure what to do with it. Normally it was himself being stubborn about his arm and Jimmy knocking sense into him. Jimmy could be as stubborn as a mule, but it'd never been directed at his health.
Sheepishly, False appeared around the corner. "I turned it up, there's not much room for higher, though."
"See?" Jimmy said pointedly. It was true, that it wasn't good for Jimmy to have it so high for extended time. But if that's what his body needed right now, then what could they do? Suffer and almost drop a knife on himself, apparently. Tango's brows knit together.
"You go lay down, I'll finish the cooking."
Jimmy balked. "You have one hand!"
"That's one more than you right now." He knelt down, allowing the hunched avian to look down on him. "It's not going to get better if you push yourself."
There was a look in his rancher's eyes, one that quickly shifted between several emotions until they were almost glassy, before he dropped his head, his grown out hair curtaining his face out of view. Tango sat there, running his hand up and down Jimmy's arm, until a weak voice escaped between gasps, "What if it doesn't?"
If it didn't? There wasn't much to be done if it didn't. They'd live with it like they did every time things became incrementally worse, and a bad day became a regular day. But if this was a regular day, what would be a bad day? Tango couldn't bring to let himself think about the thought that seemed to be consuming Jimmy at that moment. Not while Revy was still in the back of his mind. So, instead he says, "It will."
There was nothing in Jimmy's expression that conveyed any faith in those words.
"You need to let yourself rest." False interjected, hesitant to step forward when both men's eyes turned to her. She fiddled with the tube in her gloves, still having yet to even remove her coat. "Your lungs, if they're straining you need to let them rest for now, build up strength."
"For how long?" Muttered Jimmy, expression resigned. He'd already spent weeks in bed.
False wasn't one for complicated answers. "As long as it takes. You've been straining them for months, it'll take a while. And there's no better time to do it while we're all cooped up in here anyways."
"But it's just cooking. If I can't even do that-"
"Singing while running back and forth and wielding heavy utensils and pots? Your muscles aren't exactly in great shape either after that, it's probably taking it out of your entire body. And there's a difference between exercise and straining yourself."
She pushed he hand to her chest, "If you rest now I can help you with your breathing."
Both ranchers blinked in shock. "What?" Tango asked.
She ignored them at first, taking her time to pull off her scarf and coat, hanging both up on the back of a chair. Hands went to her clothed ribs, and she took a deep breath as her wings flexed. They stuttered, that same oddity Tango had noticed in her movement. "Look, you've met my sister, right? H?"
"Yeah..."
"Then you must have noticed she has a few less limbs." False nodded, fluttering her wings. "She's basic."
"That's a bit rude." Tango couldn't help joke, earning a shoulder bump from Jimmy to quiet down.
She groaned, and then threw her arms out, "I was born from an alteration of her genetics, I wasn't naturally an avian."
That made sense to Tango, knowing what they could do to Doc when he was already alive. It quickly cascaded, other pieces of the puzzle clicking into place.
"I had to learn things you already know, and make up for things that didn't quite take. This included an obnoxious amount of physical therapy, especially dedicated to lung capacity." She put her hands on her hips, taking in a deep breath as if it were an example of her newfound capabilities before releasing. "I don't exactly know all the doctor-y mumbo jumbo behind how it all works, and we don't have all the big fancy equipment, but I know what helped me and what will probably help you some."
"False..." Jimmy sounded torn, and Tango couldn't blame him. It was hard to have any hope after living with his lung damage for seven years, steadily watching it get worse and worse. Their conditions had been very different, but was there really something False could offer that Scar hadn't already offered them in the past? How much was there that she could realistically do? At some point there had to be nothing at all. But it was tempting, even if just to get back to what it had been before, or at the very least prevent it from getting worse. There wasn't much farther it could fall, after all, any lifeline looks tempting.
"It's worth a shot, innit?" She shrugged, giving a tentative smile. "It's the least I could do, is at least try. At worst it does nothing."
"At worst I get my hopes up." Jimmy sighed, leaning his head against Tango. It seemed his body was beginning to decide for him that it was time to rest.
Tango brought his hand up to his rancher's hair, running his claws through the long strands in comfort. Whatever you want to do, I support it. That was how they always operated, wasn't it? He let his tail curl around Jimmy's talons. "I think either way, for now rest is in order."
That Jimmy found the strength to grumble about. "Fine, all of you can go hungry. I don't care."
"That's the spirit!" Tango chirped, hauling the whining avian to his feet. He couldn't pick him up with only one arm, so he resigned to dragging him down the hall. He stopped as they reached False, giving her a grateful smile before shuffling past her. He hissed as his stump bumped against the wall. Jimmy's head shot up immediately. "It's fine, I'm used to it." Tango strained to say through the jolt of pain. He'd forgotten just how tender it had been that day.
"You shouldn't be used to it." Jimmy chastised. "It's not healthy."
Tango gaped at him then burst out laughing, "Okay, Mister Hypocrite. Time to go to bed."
"Excuse me!"
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'Stay the fuck away from her'
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{based on this ask I left in @sturnioz inbox} fratboy!chris leaves shy!reader alone at a party for the first time and it goes south, quickly.
vibe check: fighting, violence etc, pressure to do drugs, fratboy!chris being a guard dog, fratboy!matt being a lil bruiser (i love him) a TINY bit of fluff bc I cant help myself and I'm a sucker for an asshole (fb!chris) with a soft spot (s!reader)
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A/N: based on cas' fratboy!chris au. FUCK I love this. I had this idea after cas' lil blurb about jealous!fbchris and she told me to write it so mother gets what mother wants. another day another slay y'all lets fucking go. PART TWO HERE
love and cigs, merc
The frat house was nearly vibrating with the movement of hundreds of people, all moving, dancing, fucking and taking drugs in every millimetre of the house.
Chris and Matt were off doing their rounds with the freshers, Chris handing out his new stuff to all the sorority girls that pushed themselves against him before palming them off to Matt, who was just as uninterested in them but of course, made the moves to make the sale.
Tonight was a big night, it being the first party back after Christmas break so, the boys actually left you by yourself for the first time ever to make their rounds. Of course, Chris had instructed Nate to watch over you, but he was so faded that he could barely look after himself.
You were sat on a smelly couch in a back room, pressed in between two rival frat brothers to Chris' frat, both of them fawning over you as you sat there uncomfortably, shifting in your skin at the sensation of them peppering encouraging touches over you.
"come on, baby, one lil pill wont hurt you" one said, holding a small white pill in front of your face, your eyes nearly crossing as you stared at it.
"yeah, it'll be fun, and don't worry, we'll look after you" the other said, menacingly smirking at his frat brother
you shook your head, "I'm alright, I don't do drugs like that" you said, trying to crane your head back from them.
"theres a first time for everything, baby" one of the boys said, pressing his thumb into your chin, attempting to open your mouth as his friend moved the pill closer to your lips.
Nate was sat on the other side of the room, two girls draped over his lap as he sucked on one of their necks, palming the other ones ass.
"oh fuck" he said as he looked over to you, pressed between two frat boys as they waved a pill in front of your face.
He pushed the girls off him and they whined in a huff. He lifted his lips and pulled his phone from his pocket, opening it and calling Chris.
"Chris, dude, theres some guys here n'there all over your girl, touchin' her n'shit, one of them has a pill and kid is basically forcing it in her mouth" he said down the phone.
Chris didn't reply, only hung up the phone with a tsk sound and summoned Matt to follow him.
Within seconds, Chris was in the room, searching around the sea of bodies for you. He met Nates eyes first, who was once again sandwiched between two blondes. Nate pointed over to the other side of the room to you. The sight made Chris' blood boil, a villainous smile etched across his face, shaking his head and pressing his tongue to the side of his mouth as the thought of what he was gonna do to that kid raced through his mind. You were desperately trying to free yourself from the trap the boys had laid for you, squirming as they touched you and edged a pill closer and closer to your lips.
Chris stormed over, taking a long drag of his joint before tossing it to the floor. Just as quick as he arrived at the sofa, his hands were wrapped around one of the boys shirts, pulling him off the sofa and throwing him on the floor. Everyone gasped, moving out the way and gawking at the sight of Chris coming to stand over him.
"dude what th-" the guys questioning was cut off by Chris coming down on him and clocking him round the jaw with a swift punch.
"Chris!" You shouted, jumping off the sofa and grabbing his shoulders.
He shoved you off him and turned back to the kid underneath him, swinging down once more and cracking his jaw off his knuckles.
"y'think you're hard 'cuz you pressure girls into taking your shit pills? huh, kid? y'think you're a fuckin' gangsta?" Chris screamed as he laid into him.
The guy was borderline unconscious as you screamed Chris' name over and over again. Matt came up behind you, grabbing you by the shoulders, "go stand with Nate" Matt said, pushing you in Nates direction.
You nearly fell forward as you stumbled over to Nate, unable to tear your eyes of Chris as he continued to hit the boy beneath him, never letting up despite the boys pleads.
"yo, get the fuck off him" His frat brother shouted, coming to grab Chris by the shoulders. His movements quickly cut off by Matt, pulling him backwards and shoving him back to the sofa.
"watch ya hands, tough guy" Matt chuckled, grabbing the guy by the scruff of his shirt and nutting him, cracking his nose off his forehead. The guy recoiled, blood pouring from his nose instantly as his hands flew to his face.
Matt pushed him back as he stumbled, meeting him on the floor with a brutal clock across his jaw.
Chris got up off the guy and pulled him up with him, holding his bloodied and swollen face inches from his, "think you're a fuckin' big dog, yeah?" He turned and threw the nearly limp guy on the sofa.
The boy shook his head frantically, holding his hands up as Chris stood over him. "no, no, I don't, I don't, I didn't know she was your girl dude, m'sorry" He stuttered.
"well, now you do, so stay the fuck away from her, yeah?" he spat, moving as if he was going to hit him again.
The boy flinched and whimpered, running away, leaving his frat brother to fend for himself as Matt continued to pummel into him. He was relentless, near enough laughing as the boy lost consciousness underneath him.
"you wanna force girls into doing shit? you wanna be a tough guy n'drug girls jus' so they'll fuck you?" Matt said, pulling the guy up off the ground by his shirt, "hows it feel bein' a fuckin' loser, huh? tell me kid, hows it feel?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" the guy cried and Matt just laughed in his face.
Chris panted as he watched the guy he near enough battered run away. He turned round to Matt, placing a hand on his shoulder and tapping him.
"s'enough, Matt, y'gonna kill him" he said, pulling Matt off the bloodied and battered boy on the floor.
Chris eyes immediately searched for you, finding you tucked into Nate, scared shitless of what you had just witnessed. He walked over to you, everyone in the room still staring at him as he did.
When he reached you, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you round to face him, taking your face into his bloodied hands.
"did they give you anything? huh? did they do anything t'you?" His eyes searched your face for any signs of drugs or bruises.
"no" you shook your head, brows furrowed as tears welled in your eyes.
Chris sighed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. It was weird, Chris never hugged you like this, but as if on instinct you sunk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist.
"m'so sorry I left you alone, y'not leaving my side ever again, okay?" he muttered into your hair.
You nodded into his chest, whimpering slightly at the sensation of Chris breaking the hug.
"and you-" Chris spat, pushing Nate by the shoulders, "y'were s'possed to look after, her not let sketty fuckin' sorority girls distract you, fuckin' idiot" Chris said, insulting the girls as if they weren't right there.
"chill man, it all turned out peachy" Nate chuckled, stepping backwards with his hands up in surrender.
"get the fuck out my face, dude, can't even look at you" Chris spat, turning back to face you, taking your face in his hand once more.
"y'sure you're okay, kid?" he asked, soft eyes baring into yours.
you nodded, leaning into his gentle touch, the smell of iron lingering on his hand as it caressed your face.
"you didn't need to go that hard, Chris, you could have gotten hurt" you said, bringing a soft hand up to wrap around his wrist.
Chris chuckled, soothing a thumb over your face and raising his brows. "does it look like that kid could'a hurt me?" he asked, a prideful grin spread across his face.
You returned his smile and shook your head, gripping his wrist tighter.
"besides, you're important t'me, or whatever, so, I wasn't gonna let that fuckin' loser be all over you like that"
"I'm important to you?" you cheesed
"yeah, whatever, kid, try not to pull a muscle from cheesin' so hard" he rolled his eyes with a smirk.
"thankyou, for protecting me, Chris" you said, tugging at his wrist slightly.
"always" he said simply, before pulling you into a soft and quick kiss, his mouth slotting perfectly over yours, the taste of weed and shit beer lingering on his breath.
You chased the taste, whimpering slightly as he pulled away and dropped his hand from your face. You were smiling from ear to ear as he shifted his weight between his feet.
"wipe that smile off ya face, kid, s'not happenin' again" Chris said, referring to the kiss as he wiped a wet spot off your lip with his thumb.
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đđ Theoretically Yours.
Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
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Summary: After a series of murders at your university, the FBI has decided to give you a bodyguard. The problem is that he can hardly protect himself, especially from you and your charms.
Words: 1,9k.
Warnings & Tags: mentions of murder, crime, blood. spicy insinuations. spencer from the first seasons with GLASSES meow. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: I'm really excited about this, I love Spencer Reid in all seasons, but in the early ones he had something different that drove me crazy.
Also, this is the first time I write here and I'm nervous.
It was supposed to be a normal day, but agents showed up at your door to stop you from going to class and left you under the watchful eye of the youngest of them, Dr. Spencer Reid. It was a precaution to protect you from the killer who has been stalking the campus, killing girls with similar profiles to yours.
You weren't afraid and insisted that it wasn't necessary until you saw him. The mere thought of spending time alone with the man made you more excited than you would have liked. He was very tall, skinny and could barely look you in the eye for more than five seconds without looking away absolutely blushing.
You had decided not to talk to him or act suspicious, but for some reason you liked the idea of him helping you with your biology homework. You were studying pre-med at the behest of your parents and were having trouble understanding some of the material. Spencer saved your life when he offered to help you and told you about his multiple doctorates.
âYou are amazing, like a genius.â You said in surprise when he read the big book you had on the table in just five minutes and left a bunch of notes in it.
He blushed again, trying to adjust his glasses to hide it so it wouldn't show. Reid was doing his best to be professional and not let his guard down, he had to be vigilant in case you were in danger.
âIt's nothing. I hope it helps you.â He said, giving you a little smile.
You nod and look at the television behind him. They were airing a new report on the latest murders, showing photos of the victims and interviews with family members. Everyone cried and repeated how unfair it was to lose their prodigy daughters to a madman. You thought about how they made such a simple TV show about spilled blood without thinking about it, just trying to paint the girls who had tormented you for several years as white doves.
âDon't worry, you're safe here. I can promise that.â Spencer spoke as he followed your gaze. He was trying to comfort you and take away any fear with his presence.
âI know.â You smile at him with innocence. You were more than capable of protecting yourself and you knew it.
There was an awkward moment of silence, so you offered him coffee to break it. You went to the kitchen and poured two cups, watching from afar as he talked on the phone in the meantime. You couldn't help but notice the nervousness in his voice as he repeated to his colleagues that all was well with you.
âShe's pretty, isn't she?â Penelope's voice rang through the phone in Reid's ear and sent shivers down his spine. âI saw some pictures in internet.â
âI...maybe...yes.â He mumbled, trying not to let you hear him. "How does that matter or help the case?"
As you used the coffeepot, Spencer looked you over from head to toe. He couldn't deny how attractive you were and how much his heart raced when you were around. His extreme lack of flirting skills and his clear differences with you saved him from the temptation you were.
âJust have fun, lover boy. You need it.â The woman smiled proudly and hung up the call before he could answer.
The two poured cups were already on the table, you sat down on the sofa by the window to start reading the notes he had left in your medical book. His impeccable handwriting made you shudder, it was unbelievable that someone with so much knowledge would waste time trying to take care of you from yourself and not even realize it.
âYou're okay?â He asked with a soft voice, sitting in front of you.
âYes, just reading your notes.â
âSorry, I put too many. But I can mark the important ones for you.â He gently took the book from your hands and began to place himself between the paragraphs with one of his fingers.
Your eyes fell on his hands, the way he moved them over the pages of the book bringing inappropriate thoughts to your mind. You hadn't noticed before how perfect every part of him seemed, especially now that he was spouting complex biological terms without even flinching. You were aware of your own intelligence and proud of it, but you would have liked to be like him...or at least have him around.
âIs something wrong?â He asked confused as he noticed how you had been watching him.
âSorry. I was thinking of biology...nothing better to look at to understand the theory.â You said to justify your indiscretion.
âOh sure, it helps. According to several studies, the human being has three main systems for perceiving information: visual, auditory and kinesthetic.â He began to explain quickly. âThis theory was put forward in 1988.â
âMaybe that can help me.â You suggested, trying to look away from him.
He nods and start to talking again.
âYou were watching, that was visual. And you heard me talking before, that was auditory.â
âAnd what is kinesthetic?â You asked, even though you knew what the answer was.
Spencer swallowed before speaking, trying to hide his nervousness at the sudden change in tone of the conversation. He was glad to know that he had been able to turn the situation around and put the recent crimes out of his mind, he had been worried that they would affect you.
âIs what is learned through sensation and movement.â He finally said with his voice trembling slightly.
âCan I...?â You try to ask, but he nods before you can finish the sentence.
You stop looking into his eyes and take his hand, put it on your legs and start tracing lines with your finger over his scarred veins. You could feel him shudder every time you touched him, and his mutterings about the technical names of each became inaudible.
âThis is the radial artery, provides oxygenated blood to the hands and fingers.â You start to talking, looking him to the eyes again and letting your hand enjoy the softness of his.
âYes...yeah, it is.â His voice came out as a whisper, as if he was losing control of the situation. No one had ever touched him in such a way before.
The smell of coffee mixed with his cologne is almost addictive and begins to drive you crazy. Just touching his hands was not enough, something inside you wanted more and the ideas running through your head began to torment you. You knew it wasn't right and that your own sanity was in jeopardy, he was one of the good guys and you not so much. It just wasn't right for you to mix, let alone under the current circumstances.
âI should check the perimeter.â Spencer rose from his seat and slowly moved his hand away from yours. He need to go away before something incorrect happened.
All the words were caught in your throat at that moment. You didn't want him to walk away yet.
âIt's not necessary.â You got up after him, preventing him from walking to the door and being able to leave. âEveryone is in their classes now, the residence is empty and your coffee is going to get cold.â
Spencer knew you were right. He couldn't go against logic, so he sat back down on one of the couches and took a sip of the coffee you had poured for him. He did his best to avoid your gaze, but it was impossible when you were looking out the window and absentmindedly sipping your coffee.
âDo you think they'll find the killer?â You asked, trying to make conversation after watching through the glass as police cruisers drove around campus.
âOf course, no one else will have to get hurt and everything will be back to normal for you.â He replied without taking his eyes off you.
âI don't think you get to decide that.â You blurt out without thinking.
The phrase and your tone were enough to make him stand up and walk towards you. He put a hand on your shoulder out of inertia, to give you support and reassure you a little.
âYou don't need to be afraid.â He gave you a small reassuring smile and you felt the warmth of his touch.
You took a tentative step toward him, shortening the distance between your bodies. You raised your gaze to meet his, feeling at his mercy because of the difference in height. You weren't thinking too hard and didn't hesitate to put your hand on his cheek, caressing it.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked, trying not to get carried away by your touch.
âTo thank you for being here and helping me.â You had a burst of courage and stood on tiptoe to give him a resounding kiss on the cheek.
Then you moved your face far enough away to look at him and see his blush. He looked so affected by a simple kiss on the cheek that you couldn't help but move closer again, this time with his fingers on your chin.
âYou can't. We can't.â He stopped the approach just a couple of inches from their lips colliding.
âWhy? Because I'm part of your job?â You questioned in frustration, unable to tear your eyes away from his mouth.
âI'm here to keep you safe.â He tried to sound calm and professional, though his voice trembled.
âI'm very safe now.â You assured him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist. âNo one can hurt me here.â
Without Spencer being able to notice, a small moan escaped him at your action.
âThere's a killer on the loose.â He insisted, trying to be the voice of reason even though he couldn't look away from your lips.
âTrust me, a kiss won't bring him here. I'm sure of it.â You replied as you noticed him slowly pulling away from you.
A curse tried to come out of your mouth at the rejection and lack of his touch at your waist, but before you could finish it, his lips were on yours and his hands were pressing you against him.
His lips were as soft as his hands, but the way they moved over yours was not soft at all. At first, even his tongue seemed to ask your permission to continue. It took several seconds of clear acceptance before the uncertainty of his kiss disappeared and was replaced by need.
You took advantage of the fact that you were in front of the big couch to push him off and you both fell on top of him, having only a few seconds to catch your breath before continuing. He gave you a quick, tender kiss before pulling his hands away from your back to remove his glasses, which were already fogged up and out of place. But your hand stopped him just before he could put them down on the table.
âDo not take off your glasses. I really like them.â You whispered still over his mouth.
âAs you wish.â He said before kissing you again and letting himself enjoy himself under you, without thinking about anything else.
At that moment you knew that maybe committing a few more murders to keep him around wasn't such a bad idea.
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Jealousy, jealousy - Azriel x reader
Summary: The whole inner circle is tired of you and Azriel flirting with each other, without acting on it. So Rhys decided to help his sister and Azriel with that, by planning a special birthday party for her. Based on this request.
Warnings: Smut! 18+! Az is jealous (but it's fluff)
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Azriel couldnât stop watching you. Again.
You were sitting on the couch in front of him at the townhouse, silently watching your brother, Rhys, talk. Azriel loved watching you, your shy, yet clever eyes were always so observant. On top of that, you looked beautiful tonight. You wore a dress that looked like it was made of starlight and your pretty lips were painted in a color that made-
âYouâre daydreaming again, Az,â Rhys interrupted his thoughts, making Azâs eyes quickly avert his gaze from y/n, to her brother sitting next to her.
âProbably dreaming about his undying love for Truth-Teller,â y/n smiled. The shy, yet flirty smile that always made Az go week in the knees.
Before he could even try to suppress it, a wave of warmth filled Azâs cheeks, exposing his adoration. You were the only person who could make him blush like that. It has been this way since the first day heâd met you, when you were teenagers, which is already centuries ago. Rhys only introduced his sister years after heâd met Azriel and Cassian. She was still young, but so was he. It wasnât hard to fall in love with her. The way she was hiding behind her brother, shy, yet curious, peeking behind his shoulder at the two Illyrians standing in front of her. Suddenly a smile was on her curious face, and the first thing youâd said was: âAre those shadows yours? Theyâre very beautiful.â
Since that moment, Az was a goner. He never acted on it though. Too scared, too insecure and too worried he would ruin your friendship. It had been the same for years. The flirting, the teasing. But never more than that.Â
Until a few months ago. When the bond snapped.
In that moment, Azriel couldnât be any happier. It all made sense now. But then he realized, it didnât snap for you. You didnât seem to know. And it happened all over again, he was scared. What if you didnât want him as your mate? What if it would freak you out? And what if Rhys would hate him for it?
âYouâre still staring at me, Azzieâ he heard y/nâs soft voice, yet again interrupting his thoughts. He looked confused for a moment, as if finally realizing where he was. âOh yes, I'm sorry, you do look beautiful tonight y/n, you canât blame me,â he smiled nonchalantly. It was always like this, the flirting and the compliments. It was normal.
âYou look great too Az,â you returned the smile. Another wave of warmth heated his face. He quickly tried to hide the flushed cheeks, when fortunately, Cassian guided the attention to him. âSo, what are we going to do for your birthday tomorrow y/n?â Cas asked.Â
âOh, I donât know, I guess we could go out or something? Nothing special, just like we always do,â you answered.
Rhys clicked his tongue at that. âNothing special? My dear sister, I think you donât know me that well then. We have the perfect surprise for you.â That was something new. âDo we?â Az asked confused. âWell, now Iâm curious,â Feyre smiled.
What Az didnât know is that the whole inner circle knew about his âsecretâ feelings for you, only Az and y/n were oblivious. Honestly, his friends didnât know how the observant shadowsinger didnât notice how obvious it was. He always gets shy and smiled with y/n. It was a mystery how he didnât realize the fact he had a lovesick look all over his face when heâs watching her. So Rhys, the good brother he is, decided to come up with a plan. The easy strategies didnât work, so he decided to use the one thing Az couldnât hide, jealousy.
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When it was finally the evening of your birthday, it turned out Rhysâ surprise, indeed, was special. Your brother had decided to take you all to some dance showâ but it wasnât some normal dance show, you realized when you saw the poster hanging on the door of the club. It were only male dancers. Male dancers with not so many clothes, it seemed. âNow Iâm really curious brotherâ you sighed. âYouâll love it.â
Your brother was right, it was so much fun. You ate and drank with the inner circle, watching the show from your shared table. They even got you a cake with fireworks. But that wasnât the only surprise.
You were all cheering when one of the dancers came to you. He was muscled and had beautiful, curly blonde hair. Before you could process what was happening, he grabbed your hand and pulled you on the stage with him. The male put you on a chair in the middle of the stage and started moving around you, your face flushed immediately.
He smirked at you, showing off his impressive moves. You couldnât help but smile at him. It was fun to let go for a moment and enjoy the silliness of it all. The whole inner circle was cheering for you.
Az on the other hand, didnât like it that much. He balled his hands into fists, when he saw the way the male grabbed your hand and guided you to the stage. He gritted his teeth, the way you blushed, the way he was moving around you and even touched you⊠And then you smiled at that male.
Az had to muster every ounce of self-control. He did all he could to not just get up on that stage, and bring you back to their table. He wanted to be the one to touch you like that. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.Â
Even after the show was over and you were brought back to your original spot, Az couldnât shake off the jealous feeling. His whole body was still tense and he had a dark look on his face.
âSomething the matter, Azriel?â Rhys smirked teasingly, grabbing his friend's shoulder, knowing damn well why he was acting like this. âNo.â Azriel answered shortly, taking another big sip from his drink.
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Y/n was so tired when she arrived at her bedroom. She sat on her bed, taking her shoes off with a relieved sigh, ready to go to sleep. But suddenly she heard someone knock on the door. It was Azriel.
âHey Az, what are you doing here?âÂ
âJust wanted to say goodnight after such a⊠special⊠birthday evening,â he grinned.
âYeah it was⊠something,â you giggle. You sat next to each other on the bed in silence for a moment.
âDid you think he was hot?â Az blurted out. âWho?â you asked confused. âThat guy, the one who danced for you,â he grumbled. âOh, I-I donât know, he was fine,â you faltered.Â
Az didnât answer. âAre you okay Azzie? You seem tense.â You rubbed his shoulder gently, trying to comfort him.
âI didnât like itâ he stated. Y/n was confused. âW-were you⊠were you jealous?â Az only sighed, looking down.
âIt was just, he was⊠he shouldnât touch you like thatâ he tried to explain without making his jealousy too obvious. You were disappointed for a moment, he probably just didnât like it because he saw you as his little sister, you thought. Because he wanted to protect you. âIâm sorry Az,â you silently said. âNo, no, donât apologize y/n, itâs my fault, Iâm acting stupid.â
âI get that you feel like this, you see me as a... sister, you feel protective over me or something, I get it Az,â you sighed. Azriel looked up, his hazel eyes carefully watching you. He frowned, âDo you really think thatâs how I feel about you?â Itâs silent for a moment. âI was jealous y/n, very jealousâ he finally confessed.
âY-you were?â you stroked his cheek softly, fingertips tracing the freckles down his neck. Azriel nodded, you looked in each others eyes for a long moment. His pupils dilated, a hungry look on his face. Then the room suddenly filled with the smell of your arousal. âYou want to⊠you want to show me what you look like without that shirt then?â you hesitated. âYeah? You want that?â he smirked. âYesâ you answered breathlessly.Â
Az slowly took his shirt off, your eyes tracing the lines of his muscles hungrily. âMuch better than that male,â you sighed. âCâmereâ he groaned, surprising you by grabbing your hips and lifting your body on top of him in one move. You were straddling him now, arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
And then his lips were on yours, hungrily moving against each other. He grabbed your ass, squeezing it gently. A gasp left your mouth, âAzzie, Az please.â You started moving against him, pressed so close to each other, yet it wasnât enough.Â
âWhat do you want, baby?â he whispered against your lips. âI want you.â
âAnd what exactly do you want from me? Tell me y/n,â he groaned.
âYour cock, I want to feel you in me, Azriel, pleaseâ you begged.
âSo pretty when you beg like that, darling. But not so fast.â He wrapped his arms tightly around your back and turned you around. Youâre back now against the bed, with Azrielâs body hovering above you. His wings were spread wide and his shadows were moving around you. Silently asking their master for permission to touch you too.
They helped him with getting you out of your birthday dress, the soft tendrils caressed your skin so deliciously. The shadows danced around your whole body, touching you almost everywhere. You felt a familiar heat growing in lower stomach.
The male above you spread your legs wider, placing soft kisses closer and closer to where you wanted him most.
You grabbed his dark locks in your hand, eagerly trying to guide him to your pussy. âPatience, baby, patience,â he calmly said.
His hands traveled up your body, gently grabbing your breasts, his palm stroking your nipple. âSo pretty for me,â he cooed.Â
And then he finally pressed his soft lips against your pussy, a load moan left your mouth. He started to lick like a starved male. His lips softly wrapping around your clit, sucking messily. He then wrapped your legs around his head, locking in his face in between them. He groaned into your cunt, âAzzie, yes, feels so goodâ.
Then you noticed that he was grinding against the mattress, trying to find some relief too. He was already so turned on, just from the taste of your pussy. âI want you to feel good too,â you whined. Azriel replaced his tongue with his fingers, the scarred skin softly rubbing your clit, âOh I already feel amazing, baby, don't worry.â
You gasped when you felt his finger enter your pussy, stroking the soft walls. Your breathing grew louder. âYeah, you like that?â He chuckled.Â
It felt amazing, but you wanted him in you, you wanted him pussy drunk, feral for you. So you could only do one thing, touch his wings.Â
You gently stroked the less sensitive part on the outside of his wing, testing the waters. He groaned, âOh baby, you donât know what youâre getting yourself into.â
You decided to stroke a more sensitive part, making him grab your thighs harshly. Az sat up. âCome here, you dirty little girl,â he said huskily. âDo you want me to fuck you y/n? Is that what you want, huh?â
âYes, please, yesâ you whined.
âHow could I deny that pretty face? My beautiful little girl,â he cooed, leaning in closer to press his lips against yours again. You helped him pull his pants down, his impressive length sprang free. You gulped. He was long.
"Donât worry, if you want to stop weâll stopâ he murmured into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin gently. âNo, no! I can handle it,â you claimed, your hand wrapping around him, eager to feel the soft skin in your hands. He groaned into your ear, âShit, you have no idea how turned on I am right now.â You giggled, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, already soaking wet.
âAre you sure?â he whispered. âYes, Iâm sure Az, want to feel youâÂ
He slowly entered you, sucking your nipples as a distraction for the pain. But it was a good kind of pain, you wanted more. So you grabbed his ass, trying to push him deeper into you. "Don't... don't be scared, it feels good," you said in between heavy breaths.
âNeedy little girlâ he grinned. His rhythm picked up and his thrusts started to get harder. His hips slamming against yours
âYou feel so good, this pussy is mine isnât it? Only mineâ he whimpered into your ear. âYes, Az, my pussy is yours. I'm yours,â you moaned. Az started to fuck you harder, âSay it againâ he demanded.
 âIâm yours, only yours AzrielâÂ
âThatâs right, good girl,â he moaned, putting one of your legs over his shoulder. The new angle made you gasp. Your places your hands against his chest, your nails softly stroking down his abs.
Azriel was mesmerized, his eyes fixated on your swollen lips, the lips he couldn't believe he just kissed, and the way your tits bounced because of the force of his thrusts.
He looked so handsome like this. His messy hair falling over his face, his eyes half-lidded, the blush on his cheeks and the heavy breaths that left his mouth.
âIâm already so close Azzie,â you whined. "Already?â He teased. You nodded. âI want you to come with me,â you pleaded, one of your hands lifting up again to stroke the inside of his wing. Az moaned at the feeling, the arm that held him up collapsed beneath him, his body softly falling against yours.
His chest was now pressed against you, the position was so intimate. His thrusts started to get sloppy. âBaby, babyâŠâ he whined softly in your ear. Both drunk on the feeling of each other.
His fingers circled your clit, making you moan his name like a prayer, over and over. The familiar feeling coiled in your lower belly, finally snapping when he nibbled on your earlobe. High-pitched moans filled the room, your orgasm washing over you like a big wave. Azriel moaned with you, his brows knitted together.
âWhere do you want me? On your tits? On your pussy? In your pretty mouth?â
âIn me, I want you in me Az, please,â you whined, craving to feel more of him, to be claimed by him. You wanted to be his the way no one ever was before. Az groaned in answer, heavy breaths tumbling out of his mouth. You felt him release inside your pussy, moaning your name against your cheek, riding out his high slowly.Â
Azriel fell next to you with a loud sigh. His arms tightly wrapped around you. He placed a soft kiss against your neck and stroked your inner arm. âYou donât know how long Iâve been dreaming about this.â he confessed. âMe tooâ you answered. You should probably talk about this, but for now, you just wanted to sleep. Comfortably in Azrielâs warm arms.
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The next morning, y/n was watching Azriel sleep next to her. Her hand stroked his naked chest while her other hand played with his soft dark hair. He looked like an angel, laying there, so peaceful.Â
And suddenly, she felt a tug in her chest. A thread, a feeling like no other. Y/n gasped, making Azâs eyes open slowly. âGood morningâ he whispered with a smile. Y/n only stared at him.
She couldnât believe it. He was her mate. Her mate.
âY-youâre my mateâ she whispered. Az sat up immediately, grabbing her cheek gently. âIt snapped? It finally snapped for you too?â He whispered, his eyes getting teary. âYou knew?âÂ
âIâve known for a few months now, but before last night, I didnât think youâd want meâ he murmured. âOh Az, of course I want you, Iâve loved you since we were teenagers and met in Windhaven, Iâve loved you since I noticed the beautiful, smart and compassionate male hidden behind those shadows,â you smiled. âI love youâ he smiled, kissing you softly.
An hour later you went downstairs together. The rest of the Inner Circle was already in the living room, doing each their own thing.
Rhysâ eyes immediately went to your intertwined hands, an unreadable look on his face. âRhys, before you say something, I want you to know I would never hurt your sister and I am-â Az quickly tried to explain. But Rhys interrupted him with a voluminous laugh.
âFinally!â He smiled, getting up to face you both. âIâve been trying to get you together for the last year, but you both were so obliviousâ he teasingly rolled his eyes and opened his arms, hugging you both. âYeah honestly Az, it was about damn timeâ Cassian smirked.
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Under His Watch-Part 1 (Harry Styles x reader)
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Series synopsis: Y/N, an ambitious FBI intern, joins the homicide department, where she catches the eye of the brooding head detective, Harry Styles. As they tackle high-stakes cases together, Y/N uncovers a side of Harry no one else sees. Are they just boss and intern, or something more?
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A/N:- Hello everyone, so sorry for being gone for a while, but I'm back with something new that I hope you guys will love! This is going to be a short, two part series so like it up and reblog so I can get the second part out soon!
Warnings: Talks of murder, drug dealings, killings, crime scenes, violence, usage of gun. No smut in this part, but definitely in the next;)
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The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a soft, golden light through the open window. The air feels fresh, but with a touch of warmth that hints at the summer heat to come. Birds chirp in the distance, their songs a gentle reminder of the new day. A light breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the scent of flowers blooming outside.
In a small, cozy bedroom, y/n stands before her mirror. She fidgets with her clothes, unsure whether the outfit is too formal or too casual for her first day at work. She has seen agents usually wear suits, but she opted for a dark blue buttoned shirt and pants, because she was just starting as an intern. Her fingers tremble slightly as she adjusts her hair, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside her. Her heart races, each beat echoing the uncertainty of whatâs to come.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The thought of the day ahead makes her stomach flutterâso many unknowns, so many new faces, and yet, the possibility of something great. She smiles at her reflection, trying to reassure herself. Beneath the jitters, thereâs a sparkâan energy that comes from stepping into something new, a sense of potential.
She checks the time and realizes sheâs running a little late.The world outside is already awake, and so is she, ready to take on whatever her first day at work will bring.
Y/N doesnât know when she decided to pursue a career as a detective. Maybe it was all the detective shows she used to watch with her father as a kid, or maybe it was the numerous novels sheâd read. She loves the suspense, the mystery, and figuring out all the little clues. She loves the thrill of it. And now, as a result of her hard work and dedication, she has gotten into the FBIâs internship program.
The actual, Federal Bureau of Investigation.Â
The FBI building looms like a fortress in the heart of the city, its imposing, angular structure made of dark granite and steel. The air is thick with history and authority, as if the walls themselves hold the secrets of countless investigations. As she takes her detective steps through the sliding glass doors, the buzz of activity inside is palpable. Agents in suits walk briskly through the sleek, modern lobby, while the hum of conversation fills the space with a sense of purpose.
The hallways are lined with framed photos of notable cases and agents, a constant reminder of the legacy the building holds. The lighting is stark, the floors polished to a mirror shine, and the walls adorned with maps and classified files that hint at the work being done behind closed doors. Itâs both overwhelming and exhilaratingâthis is where the nationâs most pressing cases unfold.
âOh, Miss y/l/n, right on time!â, she hears before she sees none other than one of her superiors, part of the homicide department, Agent Eliza Carter. She had taken her interview. The woman held two coffees, and gave her the same kind smile she had given her that day.
âGood morning, Agent Carter!â
âMorning to you too. Sorry, I forgot to mention, youâll be with homicide this month, probably another department for the next, and so on. Boss manâs just about to start the meeting, so come on quick!â
âRight. Do you know anything about the case?â
Her heels click behind her as she follows the agent, her eyes continuing to look around, absorbing everything around her.Â
âOh yeah, this is actually an old case. A really annoying one, youâll see. Harry will brief us anyway.â
Harry. Detective Agent Harry Styles.Â
Head of the homicide department, and one of the most renowned and respected figures in the field. His reputation precedes him: sharp, methodical, and almost legendary in his ability to solve cases that others canât even begin to crack. She had heard stories about his brilliant mind, how he could piece together the smallest details that everyone else overlooked. The thought of getting to learn directly from him sends a rush of nervous energy through her veins.
âCan you get the door please?â, Eliza asks, and y/n quickly swings the glass door open for her, and then steps in herself, into the big room where there were around seven people gathered. All of them in matching suits, discussing amongst each other as they stared at the boards pinned with information about their cases.Â
âEveryone, this is y/n y/l/n, our new intern, sheâs gonna be with us for this month!â, Eliza introduces, handing one of the coffees to a man, who also gives y/n a smile. âHello, Iâm Ethan Grant.âÂ
The others also started introducing themselves, most of them friendly and smiling, two of them only giving her a nod, to which Eliza rolled her eyes.Â
âStyles running late?â, Agent Cole Matthews asks as he looks at his watch.Â
âI saw him getting a call, he had that face on.â, Nora says. She had short silver hair, and dark blue eyes, that looked like she would kill you if you pissed her off.
âOh no, that canât be good.â, Eliza shook her head.
âFace?â, y/n asks the girls who just smile at each other, Nora gives her a wink. âYouâll see.â
The door swings open with a quiet click, and Detective Harry Styles steps into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. Tall and impeccably dressed in a dark suit that fits just right, he exudes a quiet authority. His broad shoulders and confident stride catch the eye, but itâs his sharp jawline and the faint stubble along his chin that hint at a more rugged edge beneath his polished exterior.
His eyesâpiercing, yet thoughtfulâscan the room as he steps forward, his gaze pausing just long enough to meet each of their eyes, an unspoken understanding passing through the group. The way he moves is purposeful, the air around him almost charged with intensity, as if every step he takes is measured, calculated.
Then his eyes meet hers, eyebrows raising up in question. âNew intern, boss.â, Ethan says.Â
She acts quickly to introduce herself, âIâm y/n, itâs such a pleasure to-â
âWeâre still talking interns?â, he rudely cuts her off, and her lips seal shut at his tone.Â
âYes weâre doing rotations this year, Harry, they must have given you a form to sign.â, Eliza said, and Harry let out a sigh, not even batting a single eye in y/nâs direction, turning around to the projector.Â
âWhatever. Letâs get to work, we have a busy day ahead of us.â
Y/Nâs heart sinks. Sheâd imagined this moment so differentlyâshe thought heâd at least say something encouraging, maybe give her a quick nod of acknowledgment. But instead, thereâs only the cold, impersonal air of the office, and his complete disregard.
âWeâre dealing with a 30-year-old man named Charles Russo. He's been on our radar before but slipped through the cracks. Heâs involved in drug trafficking, but this isnât just about drugsâitâs about control. Heâs a key figure in a network that stretches across the city, and heâs responsible for at least three recent murders tied to his operations.â
A photograph of Russo appears on the projector screenâa mugshot from a previous arrest, his face hard and defiant, his eyes cold. Styles gestures to the image.
âThis is our suspect. Russo has managed to stay under the radar for months, but heâs back in the game. We have intel from one of his associates that heâs been laying low, but now weâve gotten wind of him resurfacing. We know heâs been making contact with his former contacts in the drug trade, and his movements have been tracked to the outskirts of the city.â
He pauses, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. The team leans forward, eyes narrowing as they take in every word.
âWe canât afford to let him slip away again,â Harry continues. âHeâs ruthless. Heâs the kind of man who doesnât hesitate to kill anyone who gets in his way. The last time he disappeared, it took months for us to get any leads. Weâre not going to make that mistake again.â
âSo whatâs the plan?â, Nora asks.
Harry points to a map on the wall. The area surrounding an old industrial district near the cityâs border is highlighted in red.
âWeâve got a lead. A tip from an anonymous source says Russo is meeting with one of his suppliers here,â Harry explains, tapping the map. âWeâll be setting up surveillance teams around this location. Weâre going to hit him where we know he feels comfortable. His old contacts will be there, and thatâs our chance to bring him in.â
He looks at his team, making sure they understand the stakes. "This won't be easy. Russo knows how to cover his tracks, and he won't hesitate to go violent if he thinks he's cornered. I want everyone to stay sharp, no mistakes. Weâll have undercover agents in place, and our best tech team will be monitoring the area for any sign of movement.â
He glances at y/n, the intern whoâs been quietly taking notes in the back. His voice softens just slightly, but still firm.
âYouâre going to work with Carter and Grant to run background checks on Russoâs known associates. I want every detailâevery business transaction, every phone call, every scrap of information you can dig up. It could be the key to finding him faster. Can you do that?â
âYes sir.â She nods quickly, her mind racing. This is her chance to contribute, to prove herself, and sheâs not about to let it slip away.
âOnce we have enough intel, we move in. Fast, clean, and without hesitation. Our goal is to catch him off guard,â Harry finishes, his gaze sweeping over his team. âI expect everyone to be in sync. This guy has evaded us long enough. Letâs make sure it ends tonight.â
The room falls into a focused silence as everyone gets to work. The plan is set, and the wheels are already in motion.Â
Eliza shows y/n her desk, and Ethan quickly shows her all the technology, y/n didnât need much explaining, she was familiar with it all. She had even taken up courses in coding and hacking.Â
Finally, itâs time to attack. Officers bustle around, adjusting their gear, making final checks on equipment, and running through last-minute details. The hum of radios, the clinking of handcuffs, and the soft rustling of jackets fill the air as the room feels like itâs on the verge of something big. y/n stands off to the side, a little on edge as she watches Harry gather the team for their final briefing. His green eyes scan the room with that characteristic sharpness, giving quick instructions to the officers heading to different positions.Â
With a deep breath, she approaches Harry as he finishes talking to Detective Logan Pierce. Her pulse quickens, and she straightens her shoulders. This is it.
âDetective Styles,â she begins, trying to keep her voice steady, âI was wondering ifâif I could come along. I know Iâm new, but Iâve been following everything closely, and Iâm ready. I can help in any way I can.â
Harry looks at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Thereâs a brief silence before he responds, his voice calm but firm. âYouâre not ready for this kind of field work. This operation is too high-risk, and itâs not something you should be thrown into on your first day. I need you back here, where you can handle communication, and make sure we stay on track. Youâll be a key part of this, just not in the way you expect.â
She feels a small pang of disappointment, but itâs quickly replaced by a sense of clarity. Heâs right. Sheâs still learning the ropes. The reality of the danger in the field is something she canât ignore. But at the same time, the disappointment doesnât sting as much as she thought it would. Sheâs still going to play a crucial role.
âUnderstood,â she says, nodding as she pushes her feelings aside. She can feel a sense of purpose rising in her chest. âIâll stay in touch with the agents, make sure everything runs smoothly. Iâll be ready to react if anything goes wrong.â
A flicker of approval crosses Harryâs face, though he doesn't show it fully. âGood luck!â, she canât help but call out as Harry reaches for his own bullet proof suit and a hint of a smirk crosses his lips.Â
It was so brief, that she wondered if she had really seen it, or if she had imagined it.
The night is thick with tension as the operation unfolds, the air heavy with the weight of whatâs at stake. Outside the industrial district, the team is in position, each agent hidden in shadows, waiting for the signal to move. Inside the precinct, y/n is stationed at her desk, headphones on, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she tracks the operation. Her eyes are focused on the live feeds from the surveillance cameras set up around the district, her mind sharp and alert.
The plan is simpleâsurround Russo and catch him in the act. The agents are ready, but they need to stay in constant contact. Thatâs where she comes in. Sheâs the lifeline,watching the feeds, listening to their transmissions, and keeping them updated. She had earpieces connected to Harry and Cole, who had teams on both doors of the warehouse.
Through the earpiece, the voice of Agent Logan Pierce crackles to life. ây/l/n,weâre about to move in on Russo. Heâs on the moveâheading toward the south side of the warehouse. We need a visual confirmation. Is he coming into our range?â
Y/Nâs heart pounds in her chest, but she keeps her voice steady. âGot him. Heâs moving east toward the rear entrance. Youâve got about thirty seconds before he reaches the blind spot. You need to move fast.â
âCopy that,â Pierce responds. âWeâre moving in now.â
y/n watches the screen, heart racing as she tracks Russoâs every step, eyes darting between the surveillance feeds and the map on her screen. Every second feels like an eternity. She checks her watch, counts the seconds in her head. Then, suddenly, he disappeared.
âShit.â, she says, trying to figure out where the piece of shit is headed now.
âI hope I didnât just hear you say shit while monitoring one of the most important cases, newbie.â, she hears Agent Styles, and her cheeks redden a little bit, but she focuses on the task.
âSorry, you need to wait, Agent Pierce, Iâve lost him.â
âYouâve lost him? What do you mean? Heâs right here-â
â-No, I think..I think heâs coming around from the other door. Agent Styles?â
He answers immediately while y/n works on a way to monitor Russo again, âYes, are you sure itâs not a connectivity problem or-.â
âI think heâs on your side.â
âOh yeah? That mother fucker. Guys, close in.â
âWait, y/n, are you sure? Cause this might be the last chance we have to get him and one mistake-â, Cole begins, a little unsure.
The image on the monitor shiftsâRusso steps into the frame.Â
âAgent Styles, heâs about to break throughâwait for itânow!â
The moment she speaks, Harry and the rest of the team spring into action. They converge on Russo in a synchronized move, cutting off his escape route before he can even react. Thereâs a flurry of movement, the sound of boots pounding on the ground, and then, within seconds, Russo is tackled to the ground, handcuffed and subdued.
A burst of static fills her earpiece, followed by Harryâs voice. âWe got him. Heâs down. Nice work, y/n. You nailed it.â
He called her by her name for the first time and the compliment made her heart race in a way she hadnât expected. She blinks, her breath catching in her throat. Stylesâthe man she had been eager to impressâhad just complimented her, and it felt like everything sheâd hoped for.
âThanks,â she replies, trying to keep her composure. âI just did what I could.â
âWell youâre the first newbie to actually not piss me off on their first day. You can go home, y/n, enough for the day. Weâll bring him in.â
Y/N exhales slowly, a rush of adrenaline flooding her veins. Her hands shake just a little as she removes her headset, a smile creeping up her face. They did it. They caught Russo, and she was the one who helped make it happen. For the first time since walking into this precinct, she feels like she truly belongs.
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Over the next few days, she really fit in with the team members. She especially loved talking with the girls, Nora and Eliza. Theyâre laughing about the latest office dramaâhow Agent Matthews accidentally spilled coffee all over Harryâs favorite jacket this morning.
âI swear, itâs like he doesnât even notice how clumsy he is,â Nora says, shaking her head with a grin. âBut Stylesâheâs always so cool, never says a word. Youâd think heâd be fuming after that.â
y/n chuckles, feeling more at ease in their company. "I bet he was just silently judging him in that typical Styles way. You know the look I'm talking about, right?"
Eliza laughs, leaning in. âOh, absolutely. The silent judgment is his trademark. But Iâm surprised he didnât rip Pierce a new one.â
y/n finds herself grinning at the camaraderie, feeling like sheâs starting to fit into the teamâs dynamic. Itâs easy, the way they talk, tease, and laugh together.Â
She decides to stay back a little longer that day, her eyes skim through the pagesâcold cases from years ago, some unsolved, others with only the vaguest of leads. Sheâs been digging into them to understand the bigger picture of how the team operates, trying to learn from the cases theyâve solved, and the ones theyâve left behind.
Her focus is interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps approaching. She looks up to see Harry, his coat over his arm and his briefcase in hand. He stops a few steps away, his gaze lingering on the pile of files sheâs working through.
Her gaze lingered on his arm, his sleeve rolled up enough for the ink on his forearm to peek through. She could see the dark outline of a tattooâa design sheâd never noticed beforeâcurving around his wrist and disappearing beneath the cuff of his shirt. The way the ink curled around his skin made her wonder how many more he had hidden beneath his clothes.
She couldnât help but admire the way his sleeves clung to his muscular arms, the sharp lines of his body defining his form. His green eyes were a striking contrast to his skin, deep and captivating. They always seemed to hold a quiet storm, a vulnerability masked behind his professional exterior. The way his curls fell around his forehead, slightly unruly, added a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished look.
There was something magnetic about his distinct features, something that caught her attention all the time.
âYouâre still here?â he asks, voice quiet, as if genuinely surprised she hasnât already left for the day. Thereâs something in his tone that feels different, not judgmental, but more... curious. Maybe even a little approving.
y/n clears her throat, trying not to seem too caught up in the files. âYeah. Just trying to catch up on some of the old cases. Figured itâs a good way to learn how you all approach things.â
Harry studies her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before setting his briefcase down and taking a few steps closer. âYouâve got the right idea. We learn a lot from the cases we didnât solve. The ones that slip through our fingers.â
She nods, feeling the weight of the truth in his words. âIâve noticed that. Some of these cases... theyâre so close to being solved, but thereâs always one missing piece.â She pauses, flipping to a specific file thatâs particularly puzzling. âWhat do you think about this one? A string of disappearances in a small town, no evidence left behind. Itâs like they just vanished.â
Harry glances down at the file sheâs holding, leaning over slightly, his voice low and contemplative. âSometimes itâs not the evidence youâre looking for, but the pattern behind it. Whoever did this knew how to cover their tracks. But if you look at the people involvedâespecially the families, the connections between themâyou might find something that doesnât belong.â
âThanks for that,â she says, her voice more sincere than usual. âI wasnât sure if I was overthinking it.â
Harry gives a small, almost imperceptible smile, his usual stoic demeanor softening just a little. âYouâre thinking in the right direction. Just keep pushing yourself. Thatâs how we get better at this job.â
She smiles in return, feeling a little more confident in her approach. Harry glances at his watch, then looks back at her. âWell, if youâre going to keep at it, youâll need a little company. I was planning to head out, but itâs quieter here than usual.â
y/n looks up in surprise. âYouâre staying?â she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
âNot really,â he says, his tone dry, but thereâs a flicker of something softer in his eyes. âJust thought Iâd walk you out. Itâs late. Wouldnât want you to be walking to your car alone.â
Her surprise morphs into a small, grateful smile. âThatâs... considerate of you. Thanks.â
He offers a slight nod, then gestures toward the door. âCome on, then. Letâs get out of here.â
The two of them walk out together, the quiet hum of the office behind them. Outside, the evening air is crisp, the sky darkening as they make their way across the parking lot.
As they approach their cars, y/n hesitates for a moment, then turns to him. âYouâve been doing this for a long time, huh? The whole... detective thing. How do you keep from getting burned out?â
Harry pauses, his hand resting on the door handle of his car. He looks at her, his expression momentarily distant, as if reflecting on the years of work behind him.
âItâs not about not getting burned out,â he says quietly, âItâs about finding what keeps you going. Whether itâs the people you work with or the cases that pull you in, you have to find something that reminds you why you do it.â
y/n nods, absorbing his words as they linger in the cool air between them.
With that, he starts his engine and pulls away, leaving y/n standing in the quiet parking lot for a moment. She watches his car disappear down the road, wondering what led him into pursuing this career.
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The next day, the guys are gathered around a table near the bullpen, eyes glued to a sports game playing on the office TV. The game is close, Ethan and Cole are already arguing over whoâs going to win the match.
âCome on, youâre seriously betting on them?â Ethan snorts, shaking his head. âTheyâve been playing like amateurs.â
y/n canât help but overhear, the playful banter catching her attention. Sheâs not usually one for sports, but sheâs been learning the ropes from her fellow agents. She knows enough to get by, and today, something about the challenge calls to her.
âAlright, alright, Iâll bite,â she says, walking over with a raised eyebrow. âHow much are we betting here?â
Ethan looks up, surprised, then grins. âDidnât think youâd be interested, y/n. You sure you know what youâre getting into?â
She smirks, her confidence growing. âIâm a quick learner. Iâll take your bet. Iâm putting my money on the underdogs.â
Cole raises an eyebrow. âYouâre brave, Iâll give you that. Thisâll be fun.â
As the game continues, the guys teasingly rib her for her risky bet, but y/n holds her ground, getting increasingly into the match. When the underdogs actually pull off the win, sheâs the first one to stand up, pumping her fist in victory.
âTold you,â she says, beaming with pride as the guys groan good-naturedly. âPay up, gentlemen.â
âYes, weâll be there soon, got it.â They all look up at the sound of their boss, who comes into the room, shoving his phone into his pocket. âMurder scene in Oak Drive, letâs go.â, Harry tells them, and everyone gets onto their feet, getting ready to go.
y/n goes to her desk as usual, knowing sheâll be given the duty of doing the background checks.
âWhoâre you riding with Styles?â, Logan asks him.
Harry straps on his gun, and looks at y/n. âCan you drive?â
âUm, yeah?â
âCome on, then, newbie, letâs go to your first murder scene.â
y/n almost squealed with joy, jumping up in excitement, but then toned it down as Harry raised his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.
âYes sir, right away.â
The car ride is quiet, with a subtle tension between them, an unspoken understanding, a quiet connection that neither has acknowledged. y/n's fingers tighten around the steering wheel as they approach the crime scene. He canât help but steal a glance at y/nâsheâs focused, eyes sharp, her thoughts clearly already at the scene ahead.
âYou arenât gonna faint, are you?â, Harry asks, breaking the silence. âCause one of the interns did, seeing all the blood.â
She laughed lightly. âNope, Iâm excited, and Iâm good with blood.â
âGood.â, Harry lets a small smile escape, and she pulls over to the crime scene. The other agents have already reached and are doing their allotted work.Â
"Alright, youâll handle the photos for now. Weâll take care of the rest."
Y/N nods, grabbing her camera from the seat beside her, trying to steady her nerves. Sheâs been given more responsibility lately, and with Harryâs subtle support, sheâs been slowly gaining confidence.
 "Got it. I'll make sure to get everything."
As she moves closer to the crime scene, Y/N kneels by the body, snapping photos of the surroundings. Her heart beats a little faster as she works, but the adrenaline feels good. And while the scene before her is dark, thereâs something about Harryâs quiet faith in her that makes her feel capable. She captures the detailsâeach angle, each small clueâas if sheâs been doing this for years. She steals a glance back at Harry, catching him watching her from a distance. For a moment, she wonders if he sees something more than just a hard-working intern.
As the team works around her, Harry steps away briefly to speak with the others, but his eyes flick back to her every so often. Y/N can feel itâhis attention on her, the weight of itâbut for now, sheâs focused on her task. Still, thereâs a strange pull between them, unspoken, but undeniable, lingering in the air like the tension of the scene itself.
Harry wants to leave soon, to talk to someone and take y/n with him, this time, he drives. As they pull away from the crime scene, Harryâs eyes are focused on the road, but his mind is already on the next step. Y/Nâs still processing everything theyâve seen.
âSo, whatâs your take on this case so far?"
Y/N pauses, glancing up at him. She can tell heâs genuinely interested in her opinion.
âI think the victim knew the killer. Too many personal details for it to be random, but the motiveâs still unclear."
Harry nods thoughtfully. "I agree. Thatâs why Iâm going to talk to the first suspect now. Stay sharpâthis could get tricky."
Y/N feels a small thrill at his trust in her judgment. Itâs not just about the case anymore; itâs the way he values her input. As they drive toward the suspectâs location, she wonders if heâs giving her more responsibility on purpose, or if itâs just part of the job. Either way, it feels like a step forward.
After questioning the suspect, Harry and Y/N head back to the office, the car cutting through the quiet streets. Y/Nâs mind is still on the conversation with the suspect, but then..her stomach growls loudly.
Harry glances over at her, his eyes sharp but gentle.
"Did you eat anything this morning?"
Y/N flushes slightly, trying to keep her cool, but the guilt is written all over her face.
"Yeah, Iâ"
"You didnât eat, did you?"
Y/N shifts uncomfortably.
"Iâm fine, really."
Harry sighs, shaking his head with a small smile."Weâre making a stop. Youâre getting something to eat. I know a good taco place.â
He turns the car off the main road, pulling into a small taco place. The smell of sizzling meat and fresh tortillas drifts through the air as they step out, and Harry opens the door for her, his usual professionalism replaced with a kind of care.
As they sit at a small booth, Y/N digs into her food, finally letting herself relax. Harry watches her for a moment, the glint of something unreadable in his eyes. After a few bites, she glances up at him.
"So, if you donât mind me asking, why are you always so grumpy? Youâre like... a walking storm cloud sometimes."
Harry chokes on his drink a little, caught off guard by her boldness. He laughsâgenuinely, with a surprised smile that softens his usually serious face.
He chuckles and wipes his mouth. "Grumpy? Iâm not grumpy. Iâm just... focused."
Y/N raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Focused, huh? Is that what youâre calling it?"
Harry shrugs, his smirk turning wry, clearly amused by her bluntness."Okay, maybe Iâm a little grumpy. But someoneâs gotta keep this place in line. You canât just go around smiling all the time like everythingâs sunshine and rainbows."
Y/N laughs, and for a second, their eyes meet. Thereâs an ease between them now, something playful, yet still with an undercurrent of something deeper. Harryâs usual walls are lower, and Y/Nâs teasing is making him more human in her eyes.
"I donât know, sometimes I think it wouldnât hurt to see you smile a little more. Just... not at the crime scene, please."
Harry chuckles again, and itâs the kind of laugh that feels lighter than usualâalmost as if he doesnât mind sharing this side of himself with her.
"Iâll try. But no promises.", he says with a soft smirk.Y/N found herself grinning as she saw his dimples poke out. She hadnât realized how much she loved seeing that little dimple until now, how it made him look so much more... approachable.
After a few more bites, she glances up at him. "Why did you want to be a detective, Agent Styles?"
The question lingers in the air. Harryâs fork pauses halfway to his mouth, and for a moment, thereâs a heaviness between them. "Because I lost someone who mattered. My sister... she was murdered by some people when we were younger. I couldnât sit by, not after that."
Y/Nâs breath catches, and she sees the pain flicker in his eyesâhis calm demeanor betraying a history of loss that runs deep. Itâs the first time sheâs seen him so vulnerable, so open.
"Iâm sorry. I didnât know.", she says quietly.
Harry shrugs, with a distant look in his eyes,"Itâs alright. Itâs been a long time... but itâs why I do this. Itâs why I never give up on a case. To make sure no one else has to go through that."
Thereâs a pause, and Y/N feels the weight of his words sink in. She reaches out, placing her hand gently on his. The warmth of the moment takes them both by surprise. He appreciates the gesture, thumb ever so softly stroking a line on the back of her hand.
âYou can call me Harry by the way, when weâre not at work.â, he says to lighten the air, and she smiles, drawing her hand back. âOkay.â
Little did she know that Harry had told her something that no one else knew about him.Â
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The precinct is buzzing with its usual morning chaos, the air thick with the noise of phones ringing, officers discussing cases, and the sound of feet shuffling across the floors. y/n is at her desk, flipping through some case files, trying to focus. Sheâs about to make another note, when she hears the unmistakable sound of Ethan and Eliza approaching her desk, their voices carrying through the room in a familiar, teasing tone.
âWell, well, y/n, looks like youâve caught Stylesâ attention,â Ethan says with a playful grin, sliding into the seat across from her. He leans back, crossing his arms, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
y/n looks up, feigning confusion. âWhat are you talking about?â
Eliza raises an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips. âOh, come on. Weâve all seen it. Harry doesnât usually make time for anyone. But youâ" she motions between the two of them, ââyou got breakfast with him this morning. He doesnât do that unless heâs got a soft spot.â
Elizaâs cheeks flush slightly. She opens her mouth to protest, but Ethan cuts her off.
âWeâre just saying, Harryâs usually all business, right? But with youââ he gestures with a wink, âheâs practically a different guy. You must be special.â
y/n canât help but laugh awkwardly, trying to brush it off. Yes, they had eaten breakfast together that morning, because both of them happened to arrive early to the office. âYou guys are ridiculous. We just had breakfast. He saw me sitting alone and he was just being... well, Harry.â
But they arenât buying it. Eliza smirks, leaning forward. âRight, Harry just casually opens up to you about his deepest, darkest secrets over a bagel. Weâre all jealous, you know.â
y/n shakes her head, a little embarrassed, but also secretly amused. âOkay, okay, I get it. Heâs not a softie, I swear.â
Ethan grins, clearly enjoying teasing her. âSure, sure. But just wait until the next big case. When he pulls you aside to give you a âconfidentialâ briefing, weâll be here, dying of curiosity.â
y/n sighs, trying not to laugh as she adjusts the papers in front of her. âI donât think you have to worry about that. Iâm still the intern, remember?â
Eliza raises her hands in mock surrender. âDonât act like you donât know exactly what weâre talking about. We all saw the way Harry looked at you when he was complimenting you yesterday. Like... he actually noticed your contribution for once.â
At that, y/nâs face goes a little redder, but she canât help the smile that creeps onto her face. âHe justâwell, he just doesnât say much. When he does, itâs kind of a big deal.â
Ethan chuckles, leaning in closer. âYeah, weâve noticed. Harry doesnât exactly dish out compliments like candy. And if he says youâre doing good work? Thatâs... noteworthy.â
y/n laughs nervously, feeling a little overwhelmed by their teasing, but sheâs also secretly flattered. Sheâs always admired Harryâhis skill, his mind, the way he commands respect from everyone around himâand to hear that theyâve noticed the shift in his behavior, even in the smallest ways, makes her feel like sheâs on the right track.
âAlright, alright, enough. Youâve got me all figured out,â y/n says, trying to play it off cool. âBut donât go getting any ideas. Heâs still Harry Styles.â
âSure, sure,â Eliza says, winking. âBut weâll be keeping an eye on you two.â
As they walk away, leaving her to her work, y/n smiles to herself, a warm feeling spreading in her chest. She wasnât sure if Harry really had a soft spot for her, but just knowing that sheâd earned a little of his respectâenough for the team to noticeâfelt like a win. Maybe she wasnât just the intern anymore. Maybe, just maybe, she was starting to become something more.
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y/n has been busy lately. She passed her detective training exam but the theory exam wasnât over yet, so she was preparing for that, along with managing the work she had been assigned at the FBI. Itâs nearly midnight when Harry walks into the office, his eyes scanning the darkened room before landing on Y/N. He spots her hunched over her desk, staring at the screen, her tired eyes squinting in the dim light. By now he knows sheâs a hard worker, but what really hits him is how late itâs gottenâand how she hasnât stopped working.
Harryâs voice is tight with concern, trying to mask his frustration."Y/N, what the hell are you still doing here?"
Y/N looks up, startled, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard as she blinks at him, trying to hide the exhaustion on her face.
 "Just finishing up some things... Itâs not that late."
He sternly walks closer. "Itâs midnight. You should be home, resting. This can wait until tomorrow."
Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look on his face stops her. Sheâs used to his seriousness, but thereâs something more hereâsomething thatâs not just about the case.
His voice softens, but still firm."Youâre not invincible, Y/N. You need to take care of yourself."
Y/N sighs, glancing back at the stack of files on her desk, torn between wanting to finish everything and knowing sheâs pushing herself too hard.
 "Iâm fine, Harry. Really. I just want to get this done."
Harryâs frustration slips through as he says, "No, youâre not fine. Youâve been at this for hours, and youâre running on empty. Iâm not leaving until you get some rest."
Y/N meets his eyes, seeing the genuine concern there, but also the subtle edge of worry in his features. She opens her mouth to protest again, but Harry doesnât give her the chance.
Harry grabs her bag from the desk. "Come on. Youâre getting in the car, and Iâm taking you home."
She hesitates for a moment, but Harryâs serious enough that she knows thereâs no point in arguing.
She grabs her things and follows him out of the office. The rain is coming down hard now, the city streets glistening under the dim streetlights. Harry opens the door for her, holding out an umbrella as they step out into the downpour.
They donât speak at first, the quiet of the night surrounding them, just the soft patter of rain as they walk to his car. Once inside, the silence between them feels comfortable, but Harry keeps glancing at her, concern still etched on his face.
Harry breaks the silence."You sure youâre okay? Youâve been pushing yourself too hard lately."
âIâm fine, my detective exam is soon, I just really wanna make it.â
âYou will, youâve already passed the physical. Trust me, you donât have to worry about making it, the examâs gonna be very easy for you.â
She lets out a soft exhale, those words making her feel a little better. After all, he had gone through all of this. âAre you gonna apply to work here?â
âYes, I think this is where I wanna work. Not sure about the department though, I still have other rotations. Iâm going to be with foreign affairs next week.â
Harry gasps in hurt, glancing over at her. âYou donât wanna be in homicide? Is it because Iâm grumpy?â
She laughs, shaking her head. âItâs not you, Harry.. And I love homicide, the thrill is amazing! Itâs just that I still have other departments to experience, you know, thatâs what an internship is for.â
âBelieve me, you arenât gonna find any other department as interesting as this. But yes, youâre right. You have time to decide.â
The rest of the drive is mostly quiet, just the sound of the rain tapping on the windshield. When they finally reach her flat, Harry pulls up to the curb, parking the car in front of the building. He looks over at her, his voice quiet, with that same concern in it.
"You sure youâll be okay getting inside? Itâs late, and itâs still raining pretty bad."
Y/N nods, though she canât hide the weariness in her eyes."Yeah, Iâll be fine. Thanks for the ride, Harry."
He doesnât move, and for a moment, she thinks heâs going to say something more, but instead, he opens his door and steps out, walking around the car to open hers.
He holds the umbrella over her as they step out into the rain, his arm wrapping around her back and her arm as he keeps her close and they walk side by side toward her building. The air is cool, and the rain falls steadily, but thereâs something about the closeness of the moment that makes it feel almost intimate.
When they reach her door, Harry stops, looking at her with that same quiet intensity. "Youâre getting some sleep tonight. No excuses."
Y/N canât help but smile at his persistence, the kind of care thatâs always just under the surface of his gruff exterior."I promise. Iâll get some rest."
Harry doesnât move immediately, his gaze lingering on her face. Thereâs an almost unspoken weight in the air now, a subtle shift between them. Without thinking, Y/N reaches out and touches his arm, her fingers brushing against his sleeve.
âThanks for everything, Harry. Really."
His eyes flicker down to where her hand rests on his arm, and for a moment, the world seems to pause. Slowly, he lifts his free hand, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear. His touch lingers for a second longer than necessary, and Y/N feels her heart race at the intimacy of it.
His voice is low, and a bit hoarse."Anytime. You donât have to thank me."
The tension between them lingers in the rain-soaked air. Harry steps back, holding the umbrella just a little closer to her to shield her from the downpour. Then he whispers softly, "Sleep well, Y/N."
He gives her a soft smile before turning to leave. Y/N watches him walk away, her heart still fluttering from the small but meaningful moments theyâve shared. The rain still falls, but in that quiet moment, everything feels a little differentâlike theyâve crossed a line, even if just for a moment.
As she walks into her apartment, she canât help but replay his words and the feeling of his touch, knowing that whatever happens next, something between them has changed.
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Y/N enters the quarters, the soft click of the door barely audible as she steps inside. The usual hum of chatter and playful teasing is absent, replaced by an air of tension that hangs thick in the room. Her eyes quickly scan the group of agentsânone of them in their usual good-natured moods, all absorbed in their own thoughts. Somethingâs off.
Her gaze lands on Harry, talking quietly with someone behind his glass office door. He looks serious, his posture rigid, eyes narrowed as if heâs deep in conversation about something important. Y/N walks to Nora whoâs sitting at her desk, the usual casual grin replaced by a solemn expression.
"Hey, whatâs going on? Whyâs everyone so serious today?"
The agent looks up. "We got a lead on the Rotherl case. Word is, he has a fourth hostage with him. Cole and Eliza managed to track down where he should be right now and weâre just waiting on Harryâs word to go.â
âA fourth hostage?â, she gasps. She wasnât part of the team during the investigation of the Rothel murders but she had read up all about it. He was one of the most wanted men, who kidnapped his victims before killing them. He had already killed three innocent people, leaving no traces behind him. If they had a lead on him, that was amazing.
She glances toward Harryâs office, where heâs still deep in conversation, his jaw clenched. Before she can ask more, the door opens, and Harry steps out, his sharp gaze scanning the room. âLetâs go, everyone. Iâve called for backup. Matthews, Carter, good job. Now letâs wrap this up.â
âThis mother fucker has had enough of a run.â, Eliza mutters, strapping on her bullet proof west and tossing the other to her partner.Â
Y/Nâs been with the team for weeks now, and in that time, Harryâs allowed her to tag along when things got tense, letting her learn the ropes. She canât imagine being left behind on something so big, not now.
She grabs her things, ready to move with the team, but Harry catches her before she gets too far, his lean fingers wrapping around her wrist.
"Not this time, Y/N.", he says, his voice firm, with no room for negotiation.
Y/N freezes, her heart sinking at his words. Sheâs about to protest, but she catches the look in his eyesâa mix of concern and something else she canât quite place. She takes a breath, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Come on, Harry. Iâve been with you through worse. You know I can handle it."
âItâs not about how much you can handle, y/n. This is a mad man, and you donât even have a gun to defend yourself.â
âBut Iâm trained to fight, and I can use a gun if someone throws it to me-â
â-y/l/n.â, Harry cuts her off with his classic stern face. She hasnât gotten her gun license yet, sheâll get that only after she becomes an agent after her exams, but sheâs already done with all her training. Heâs trying to protect her, she realizes. Still, she wonât back down so easily.
"You canât keep me in the dark. I want to be there with you guys.â, she says firmly.
Harry stares at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers as if weighing the risk. Finally, he sighs, his shoulders slumping just slightly.
He reluctantly agrees. "Fine. You can come. But you stay in the car. Understood?"
Y/Nâs heart skips, but she hides her smile, knowing sheâs won this small battle. She nods, her voice determined.
 "Understood.â
Harry studies her for a moment longer, as if trying to gauge if sheâs really going to stick to her word. When he finally nods, thereâs something like relief in his eyes, mixed with the ever-present worry that seems to linger with him.
"Good. But if you step one foot out of that car, I swear Iâll drag your ass back inside myself.â
Y/N chuckles lightly, her eyes meeting his with a flicker of something unspoken. âGot it, sir.â
As Harry turns to lead the team out, Y/N follows behind, a mixture of excitement and nerves swirling inside her. This was more than just another case. It was a dangerous one, and she was in it, even if only on the sidelines.Â
âHere, y/n, put this on.â, Ethan comes to her with a bullet proof vest just like everyone elseâs. She didnât think sheâd need one sitting in the car, but she put it on, not wanting to start another argument with an agent.
They pile into the cars, the tension in the air thick as they head toward the high-risk location. Y/Nâs fingers tap nervously on her lap as she watches Harry in the rearview mirror, his eyes already set on the mission ahead, and she canât help but feel, even in the midst of everything, that tonight could change something between them.
The car rolled to a stop a few blocks from the dilapidated building. The air outside felt damp from the rain that had just stopped falling, but the tension was thick, and the city streets seemed unusually silent, despite the flashing lights of squad cars surrounding the area.
Y/N leaned forward in the passenger seat, her eyes glued to the building in front of them. The usual lighthearted banter between the team was gone.She could see Harryâs figure through the windshield as he stepped out of the car, his dark coat flaring behind him like a shadow as he walked toward the rest of the team.
She saw the subtle clench of his jaw, the way his body was braced for the weight of what they were about to face. His focus was sharper tonight, sharper than usual. He was already in the thick of it, mentally preparing for what could be a deadly confrontation.
Y/Nâs fingers curled into the seat, but she stayed silent. Harry moved with precision, the rest of the team falling in behind him as they gathered around him. The air between them was charged, the kind of energy that only came when everything was on the line.
She heard Harryâs calm voice through his earpiece, âPosition yourselves around the building. No one moves unless I give the word.â
Y/N nodded along with the rest of the team, even though Harry couldnât see it. Her heart hammered in her chest as her gaze shifted from Harry to the buildingâdark and looming against the city skyline. She could barely make out the figure standing in the doorway.
It was Rothel. The man who had committed violent crimes. And now, he was holding someone else hostage.
Y/N exhaled slowly, gripping the seat tighter. The girl in the doorway, only a teenager by the looks of it, was standing frozen in place, her face pale with fear. Rothel had a gun to her forehead, and she heard him yell out something, but couldnât make out what it was. Harry raised a hand to the rest of the team, signalling them to hold off.
She could hear Harry. âRothel, listen to me. Let her go. We donât need any more bloodshed. Just put the gun down.â
She couldnât see Harryâs face from the car, but Y/N knew how carefully he must have been approaching the situation. His voice never cracked, but there was an undercurrent of urgency thereâjust enough to show he was trying to negotiate without pushing Rothel over the edge.
The earpiece crackled with static, and then Rothelâs voice, sharp and filled with fury, came through.
Rothel growled. âI donât want to hear your deals. If you donât back the fuck off, Iâll shoot her right here.â
Y/Nâs hands went ice-cold. The air in the car felt thick, suffocating. She swallowed hard, wishing there was something she could do, some way she could help, but all she could do was watchâwaitâand pray that Harry could talk him down.
Harryâs voice came again, steady and unwavering.
âYou donât want to do this, Rothel. Let her go. We can work something out. Just... put the gun down. Itâs not too late.â
Y/Nâs eyes were fixed on the building as the tension in the air grew heavier. There was a shift, a subtle movement at one of the upper windows. She squinted, her heart dropping as she realized the figure there wasnât just an observerâhe was armed, and his sights were set on Harry.
Her breath caught in her throat. Panic surged through her as she saw the man preparing to act. Without thinking twice, Y/N grabbed her earpiece, trying to warn the others, but there was no time for that. The danger was too immediate.
She threw open the car door, barely pausing before sprinting toward the building. Every step was fueled by a sense of urgency, her mind racing. She couldnât let him hurt Harry.
Y/N reached the back of the building and found a staircase leading up. She didnât hesitate as she ascended quickly, her heart thumping in her chest. At the top, she paused, ears straining for any soundâanything that would give away the shooterâs position.
There, at the far end of the hallway, the man stood, oblivious to Y/Nâs approach. She didnât think, she just moved. Silent and quick, she rushed toward him, tackling him off balance. They hit the ground, but the struggle wasnât over.
âMove out of my way unless you want me to kill you, bitch.â, he growled.
âOh you can try.â, she growled back.
The man pushed back, trying to regain his footing, but Y/N used every ounce of her strength to keep him down. He fought back, his hands grabbing at her, but she was fasterâmore determined.
In the chaos, she was struck hard, sending her crashing into the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of her, but she gritted her teeth and pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the growing pain. She couldnât let him get to Harry. He needed to save that girl.
She heard gun shots from below and something that sounded like a cry of relief from the hostage, then she heard Harryâs voice through her fallen earpiece. âHeâs down, great job team.â She made the mistake of letting her guard down for one second, in relief, and thatâs when the man managed to rise to his feet and point the gun at her.
She heard Harryâs voice again, through her earpiece, now panicked. âY/N, where are you? Answer me.â
Her vision swam from the dizziness, but she forced herself to focus. The man looked down and groaned in frustration. y/n laughed. âGuess your little plan didnât work out, huh?â
âIt was a good plan, now itâs all ruined because of you. Did you think I was joking when I said Iâd kill you?â
âY/N?â, she heard footsteps and Harryâs voice.Â
âHarry!â, she called back, panic starting to rise in her chest. The gun was pointed at her, so she couldnât risk moving.Â
Harry points his own gun at the man. âPut it down right now, you sick bastard.â
y/n closed her eyes as she heard two shots fire at the same time. Then she heard a big thud. Suddenly, there was pain shooting through her body. The pain was overwhelming, but there was something elseâdisbelief, confusion, and the shock of what had just happened.
She had been shot.
She was brought back from her dazed state by Harryâs panicked, almost broken, voice, âY/N, itâs okay, youâre gonna be okay..donât worry, o-okay?â
She could hear the crack in his voice, the fear that only came when someone was truly scared of losing someone they cared about. Her heart fluttered weakly in her chest at the realization. Her thoughts werenât on the blood soaking her arm or the pain threatening to consume her. They were on Harry. He was here. He was with her. And as she fought to keep her eyes open, the last thing she heard was him calling her name, desperately holding onto her in the chaos of it all.
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The call comes in just after 2 PM, and Tommy's in the air five minutes later. White male, early thirties, took a tumble off the incline at one of the intermediate hiking points near Griffith Park, the engine can't winch him up without exacerbating his injuries.
It's a quick flight. Nothing remarkable at all, until Hurst has been down on the ground for a few minutes too long and then Tommy's captain is on the radio asking him to hand over the controls to his copilot the moment he lands at Presbyterian.
He's pissed about it the entire length of time it takes for the winch to pull up Hurst and their new passenger - time and a half for a 48 hour stretch isn't anything to scoff at.
And then he hears Hurst rattling off information as the door shuts, and he's desperately trying to remind himself that no amount of outside noise has ever distracted him before.
Evan Buckley, 33, moderate concussion, sprained ankle, three broken fingers, possible broken ribs, pulse is steady but BP is trending high.
Happy fucking Thanksgiving.
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Tommy's phone rings as they're making the handoff at, and he answers more out of habit than anything else. It's Cap again.
"You can either ride shotgun back and be man behind or I can shift your time and a half somewhere else because you've had a family emergency," Hobbes says, and Tommy would love to have a snappy retort but he's still thinking about the way Buck had come out of it enough to tell Hurst his boyfriend - "ex-boyfriend, sorry" - flies for 217 too. Hobbes clears his throat. "Considering your last family emergency was when I forced you to take a holiday off, I know which one I'd choose."
Tommy blinks. They're almost to the doors.
"I'll see you in a few days, Captain," Tommy murmurs and hauls ass towards the retreating medical team wheeling Buck into the hospital.
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He'd listened while Hurst and her partner - a loan from 136 he still hasn't actually been introduced to - pumped some pain meds to keep Buck from hurting himself more, but it's still a surprise to see how zonked he looks, pupils wide and eyes glassy as he blinks slow blinks up at the ceiling, the doctors, and Tommy.
Buck tries to tip his head sideways when he catches sight of him, and pulls a face when the C collar impedes the movement. A hand snags out, catches on the seam of Tommy's flight suit, and Tommy can't quite help himself. He reaches out and holds the hand in place.
It's easy to keep pace with the orderly as they leave the elevator, and Tommy knows exactly how many doors he's allowed through before he's got to make his way to the waiting room and figure out where the fuck to go from there.
Buck's face is scraped up good on one side, and the hand not in Tommy's is splinted too much for him to catch the full damage. There's more blood than Tommy can consciously account for in the moment, although most of it looks to be drying. The hand in his squeezes. "S-someone should ca-." He winces. Seems to lose his train of thought. Rolls back around to it right before the final set of doors. "You'll call Tommy?" he asks, a desperation on his face that does something ruinous to Tommy's gut, but the orderly has already slowed down and now she's looking a little like she'll shove Tommy off if he doesn't let go of her patient.
Tommy nods. Squeezes. "I'll call Tommy."
Buck's smile is lopsided and loopy as Tommy lets go of his hand.
"Good," he murmurs, and the doors swing wide and then shut behind him, and Tommy spends a solid five minutes staring at the spot where the red striping in the tile at his feet doesn't quite match up to its neighboring tiles.
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He's a coward, so he calls Eddie first and puts his foot in it immediately.
"Why was Buck alone on a hike on Thanksgiving?" he asks, before Eddie's even finished his greeting, and he's glad he's stepped outside to make this call. He's not moderating his volume at all.
Eddie pauses. Seems to reboot. "Wait, what?"
Tommy recounts what he knows, which isn't a whole hell of a lot, if he's being honest. "So. When can I expect the cavalry?"
Eddie's silent for a beat too long. "I'm in Texas, Tommy. Is he - is it serious? How bad -?"
"He was conscious. Slightly more than superficial injuries. He'll - recover."
He'll be fine doesn't have the right ring to it, when he's just watched the man wheeled away without even recognizing Tommy.
"He went on a hike? What kind of idiot -?" Eddie asks, and then he's silent for a beat too long. "Tommy, don't take this the wrong way, but if there's even a small part of you telling you to make a break for it, do it now before he has a chance to get his hopes up."
Tommy feels it like the knife it's meant to be. It'd be shutting the door, really - in the short term, he'll remember asking someone to let Tommy know, and he'll assume Tommy didn't show. In the long term he'll remember exactly who he'd spoken to and he'll be pissed enough to make it a clean break.
It hasn't even been a month, and Tommy's out of distractions. No work, no house to clean and reorganize, no engines to tinker with, a phone on half battery.
"I need to call Maddie," he says, and he can hear the echo as Eddie shifts to speaker.
"No need. She's on her way. With like, half the station, apparently." He rattles off what must be a text from the group chat.
Tommy shoves down that familiar ache while Eddie sounds off everyone who is currently in the process of abandoning their holiday dinners to come sit in uncomfortable waiting room chairs and twiddle their thumbs. He should leave. Cut the loose threads, take an Uber home, convince his captain he doesn't need Friday off.
He's silent long enough that Eddie feels the need to check and make sure he's still there. There's an ambulance swinging into the bay thirty feet from where Tommy stands.
"You screwed up," Eddie says, and Tommy grimaces, swallows, ignores the thrum of anxiety pooling in his gut. "Showing up for him now would go a long way towards making a reconciliation viable. If that's something you want."
Tommy doesn't know what the fuck he wants, anymore. He's never allowed himself to have it long enough for it to settle. But he knows how it'd felt to know the first person on Evan's mind in the midst of his pain medication haze was Tommy.
Tommy pulls up the first delivery service app he sees and wonders how big a tip he should give for ordering a dozen coffees an hour before closing time on a national holiday. "You know what everyone's usual coffee order is?"
Eddie adds him to a group chat that's going to drain the rest of his battery before Evan's out of surgery.
>>>Part Two
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pairing. jason todd x reader
warnings. reader is a little pathetic, character death and revival, eventual smut, sub!jason, soft dom!reader, virgin!jason, lots and lots of consent
request. here
a/n. thank you both for this ask, not sure if this is what you wanted exactly, i couldnât really fit it all in with what i had going
you giggled as dick grumbled about the piece of gum stuck in his hair, your legs swinging over the ledge of the building heâd cornered you on.
the former robin had followed you after youâd âstolenâ jewels. turns out selina had taken off with hem and you were just the distraction. but that didnât stop you from playing your usual pranks.
like that time you superglued bruceâs utility belt closed, or put little animal stickers on the cowl of his suit.
all that had changed so quickly. the lightheartedness and awkwardness you emitted had disappeared.
everyone saw how losing him changed you. you werenât loud and weird anymore, youâd stick to yourself, keeping your weird thoughts to yourself. actually now that you think about it you didnât have many weird thoughts anymore.
maybe they died with jason too.
âoh come on. i havenât done anything wrong, have i?â you grinned at the robin in front of you. there was a hint of a smile on his lips, head tilted at you.
âi guess not, but i am gonna need gordonâs glasses back.â
âbuzzkill, birdy.â you pout before pulling the glasses off your face and handing them over to him with a grumble.
âthanks kitty cat,â jason grins, before leaving to go back on patrol.
you were half asleep, dreams of him haunted you every night. youâd see his face all the time, flashes of his brutal state would come over you, you remember his funeral too, well the one you and dick had for him because bruce buried him without everyone.
âhey kid,â dick muttered, his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at his brotherâs grave. this was the last thing the first robin thought would happen when he got back from space.
you donât say anything, no jokes or pranks. you just stand there like a peace of you was in that grave with him.
you spun in your chair waiting for the computer to finish decrypting the information dick had brought to you. youâd broken through the locks and safety measured on the drive easily.
apparently it belonged to some new criminal mob boss, red hood, he called himself. you hadnât encountered him yet, you assumed your turn to meet this lunatic was soon or never, seeing as nobody new about your whereabouts these days, except dick.
and there. you were in. you grabbed your phone to make the call to dick.
you heard it before you felt it, the soft click of a gun and then the cold nozzle pressed up against your neck. âi wouldnât.â
the voice was distorted, your fingers stilled against your key board.
âyouâre a hard person to find, kitty cat. very hard, i leave for six years and then youâre off the grid too. but i finally found you.â
âexcuse me?â stupid, you scold yourself in you mind, what idiot snarks whenâ oh yeah, you would.
he laughed, a cold, creepy sound coming from what you assumed to be a voice modulator. then you heard a soft hiss of air and a thud, his helmet placed on the desk in front of you.
âcâmon kitty cat. you donât remember me?â he uses the gun to tip your head back.
âwhat..?â your eyes widen as you stare up at him.
âah, there you go. youâve changed, not as much spunk and crazy anymore.â
you snatched the purse of some mugger, knocking him out before handing it back to the lady he stole it from. the woman smiles before going on her way. you hummed softly as jason landed in the alley in front of you, ânice work, kitty.â
you couldnât help the smile on your face, grinning proudly at his praise, you were sure if you had a real tail itâd be wagging happily right now. âreally?â
âoh yeah,â he nods, even at sixteen jason wasnât completely a fool, he could tell how much his words meant to you.
he stared down at you. âcâmon kitty cat, iâm gonna need those files back. can you do that fâme?â was it mean to use your feelings against you like this? yes, definitely but jason was also trying to determine whether or not you still had those feeling for him too.
your shake your head, dick needs these files to stop red hood. but jason is red hood, so youâd be hurting himâ no you have to help dick.
âi canât.â
âsure you can, just take it out and give it here.â
âno.â
he pressed the gun harder into your neck, reminding you that it was an option, but he wouldnât pull the trigger, itâd be useless to anyways. the gun was unloaded, not a single bullet inside, he couldnât risk accidentally shooting you.
âfine,â you scoff, unplugging the hard drive and handing it over.
âiâll see you soon kitty cat.â he leaves, leaving his helmet behind with you, the camera in it would keep an eye on you and you most definitely wouldnât give the helmet up, he knew that.
it wasnât long later until you saw him next. he didnât intend to stay away anymore. this time when he came to you, it had properly registered in your mind. this was jason, jason was back.
so when you hugged him so suddenly, words tumbling out of your mouth messily. âi missed you so much.â you whisper, arms tight around him.
you sniffled and his heart broke, fingers gently running through your hair as he held you. his body tensing when the words âi love youâ escaped your lips. you hadnât seem to realised because you kept going on, soft rambling, refusing to let him go.
he tried to speak, only to be cut off by you once more.
âi didnât know how to say it, but you always got me.â you whisper, looking up at him. âtell me you see me.â
âi see you, doll.â
â
you didnât expect him to be a virgin.
not with the looks of a god and the voice of an angel.
but you embraced the fact, you loved it even that he wanted you as his first. even though you were the one begging, on your knees in front of him, he couldnât tear his eyes from you.
âcan i touch you?â your fingers hover over his undressed body, he nodded.
âwords, jay.â
ây-yeah.â he shivers under your touch, a soft groan leaving him.
âyouâre so pretty,â you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lick a strip up his cock, swirling your tongue around his head. âtaste so sweet too.â
his hand grips the sheets, staring at the arch of your back and the way your ass sticks up. you take his hand, leading towards your hair, âcan i?â
âyeah, yeah go ahead, kitty.â
your lashes flutter as i pushes your head down towards his cock, you mouth falling open immediately to suck him up. you hum softly, as if you were gaining more pleasure from this than he was.
he holds your hair out of your face while you gag on the sheer length of him, his cock so thick it stretches your mouth open so far that you know your jaw will ache this time tomorrow.
he groans out your name, shameless with his noises. he pulls you off him, you whine trying to go down on him again, he thinks he could cum at the sight. âi wanna feel you, please.â
you canât deny him, not when his big icy blue eyes stare down at you.
jason todd does not fuck like a virgin. you learn that when he canât seem to stop fucking you into the bed. gasping into your ear while you babble on about how good he is.
how pretty he is.
how nobody could understand you like him.
how much you love him.
he can barely hold himself in but he doesnât wanna stop right now.
âohâ oh jay.â you whimper softly, âso so good.â
heâll wait, just to hear your little praises and whines, to hear that you love him.
âi know, i know baby. i love you too.â
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What I'd Give
Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader
Summary: When Dean is gravely injured on a hunt, (Y/N) makes a deal to save him--a deal that might just cost her everything.
Warnings: canon violence, swearing, mentions of death/dying. SMUT, dom/sub vibes, choking kink, overstimulation, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)
You screamed helplessly as you watched your best friend and fellow hunter be thrown from the window across the room. You'd just managed to stab the demon you were fighting a mere second before you heard the breaking of glass.
You yanked the angel blade out of the demon's chest and ran straight towards the demon who'd just tossed your friend out the window. You stabbed the demon in the back, bringing an end to the fight.
You looked out the window and saw the horrific scene three stories down. Your heart clenched in your chest as you raced to the stairs, making it outside in record time.
"Dean!" you cried as you reached his broken body. "No, no, no, no..."
You were almost afraid to touch him--afraid to search for a pulse and not find one. You exhaled sharply and pulled yourself together, placing a firm hand against his neck. You could feel a very weak pulse beneath your fingertips and you knew he was in trouble.
The fall had certainly broken some bones and he likely had internal injuries of some kind. The glass from the window had sliced his skin in a million places, and you were worried he would have severe head trauma as well.
Normally, you would call out to Castiel and he would come running to save Dean, but this wasn't a normal day. Cas had been missing in action for weeks, and neither you nor the Winchesters knew where he was.
Dean's safety--his survival--depended solely on you. The two of you had been hunting alone, while Sam was out helping Garth on a different hunt. You'd hunted together countless times, but neither of you had ever been this seriously injured.
You knew he was dying--as surely as if there was a neon sign screaming "death!" above his head. You couldn't stand the thought of losing him, so you made a decision that would change your life.
"Anyone who's listening, I need your help," you called out. "Please...I will do anything...just save him."
You waited in silence for a few moments, hoping against hope someone would hear your call and take pity on you. You weren't exactly on good terms with most angels, but you couldn't help but hope at least one of them would care.
You heard the soft flap of wings that always signaled the arrival of an angel and you looked up hopefully. You inhaled sharply when your eyes met the glowing red eyes of the man who had come to rescue you--or should you say, archangel.
"Well hello, (Y/N). It's nice to see you again."
"Lucifer," you hissed lowly.
"In the flesh!"
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard your call," he said simply. "And well, let's be honest, no one else is coming to help you."
"Did you come here to gloat?"
"Of course not. Even I'm not cruel enough to find joy in the death of Dean Winchester."
"Then why did you come?"
"To save him, obviously."
Surprise lit up your face. Out of all the responses you'd expected, that hadn't been on the list. "Pardon?"
Lucifer smiled darkly. "For a small fee, of course."
"Ahh," you acknowledged. "That sounds more like it. What do you want?"
"Nothing too extravagant."
"Lucifer..." you growled.
"As you can see, this vessel isn't doing so well." He gestured to himself and you had to admit, he looked like absolute shit. "In fact, it's dying...which means I'm in need of a new one."
"Absolutely not," you said instantly. "He would never say yes to you."
Lucifer smirked. "I wasn't referring to him."
Your eyes widened. "I'm not an archangel vessel," you whispered.
"No, but you are a vessel. And I think you're strong enough to contain me long enough to find me a better one."
You swallowed thickly. There was no way you were going to agree to this...you knew what being an archangel's vessel would do to you and you weren't exactly interested in being strapped to a nuclear bomb.
"No," you said firmly.
"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug. "But just remember, Dean's death will be on your hands now."
You exhaled in defeat as you looked down at the man in your arms. You knew he was close to death--no hospital would be able to save him. Lucifer was your only option.
"Save him first," you whispered.
Lucifer smirked, knowing he'd won. "I would, (Y/N), but this vessel is simply too weak. I would need your body in order to save him."
You looked up into his dark eyes and considered his words. "I don't trust you."
"You would be a fool to trust me after all we've been through. However, I need you...and I need Dean alive and well to help me find an archangel vessel. Possessing you is a good motivator for him."
You clenched your jaw as you thought about your options. It took you mere moments to realize you didn't have any. You would rather die than allow Dean to...so your decision was made in an instant.
"Fine," you murmured softly. You looked up at the monster standing before you and exhaled slowly. "Yes," you breathed.
Lucifer wasted no time--immediately exiting his vessel and entering your body, taking over in an instant.
It was painful, feeling his energy within you, and you knew with absolute certainty you wouldn't be surviving this--no way in hell.
To your surprise, you were fully aware of everything happening around you. You could still see and hear--but you had no control over your body in any way.
Lucifer--you--reached out to Dean and touched him. Your palms began to glow and you watched the various wounds on his body heal quickly. His bright green eyes slowly blinked open and he looked up at you in surprise and confusion.
"What happened?" he groaned.
"You got tossed out a window," your voice said, though it was not you speaking.
Dean sat up and rubbed at his head. He looked down at himself, clearly surprised by his lack of serious injuries. "I fell three stories down..."
You nodded.
"How am I not dead?"
You felt your lips curl into a smile--a slightly cruel smile you knew was not your own. "You're welcome."
Dean's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What?"
Unbeknownst to you, your eyes began to glow red, alerting Dean to the presence of someone else in your body--and there was only one creature you knew whose eyes glowed red.
"Lucifer?" Dean yelled angrily.
"The one and only," he replied.
"How the hell...why are you...where's (Y/N)?"
"Oh she's right here," he said with a smile, tapping the side of your head. "Watching and listening like a little creep."
"Well it is my head, you asshole," you mumbled.
"Doesn't mean it's not creepy," Lucifer's voice hissed inside your mind.
You didn't like the idea that Lucifer could hear your thoughts and speak to you like that...and it made you wonder what else he could see within your mind.
"Everything," he teased darkly.
"Fuck."
"Get the hell out of her body," Dean growled.
"Not a chance, buck-o. (Y/N) was kind enough to invite me in, so I think I'll stay a while."
Dean pulled an angel blade out of his back pocket and pointed it at you. You knew he would never use it if it meant killing you too. It was an idle threat and Lucifer knew it.
Lucifer simply laughed. "You're not going to use that, so put it away."
"Get out of her and I won't have to."
"Oh please, you won't kill her."
Dean's expression remained impassive, but you could see his resolve waning. You knew him too well to miss the small tells. Unfortunately, that meant Lucifer knew him just as well.
"Let's make this easy on ourselves," he began. "Everything (Y/N) knows, I know. Every memory, every thought, every feeling, everything. So put the damn blade down before I have to break your arm."
You could see the anger on Dean's face, but he lowered the blade and slipped it back inside his jacket. "Why the hell did she invite you in?"
"You were about 5 minutes from death and she couldn't save you."
"So what, she called out to you?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"She called out to everyone...I'm just the only one who responded." You felt your eyes glance around in slight concern. "Speaking of, we should probably get out of here, just in case."
Dean nodded and lead the way to the Impala, which was parked a short distance away. You got into the passenger seat like usual and you saw Dean tense up at your proximity. He clearly didn't like the idea of the Devil riding shotgun.
"So why did you heal me?"
"I need your help," Lucifer admitted.
"What makes you think I'd ever help you?"
"I knew you wouldn't, which is why I convinced (Y/N) to let me have her body for a little while."
"Convinced?"
"I may have told her a little white lie--that my old vessel was too weak for me to save you. She didn't exactly offer herself up, but she didn't fight very hard when she realized I was her only option."
"You slimy son of a bitch," you growled.
"I'm the devil, (Y/N). What did you expect?"
"You son of a bitch," Dean mumbled, echoing your sentiments. "What exactly do you want from me?"
"I need to find an actual archangel vessel. I'm getting tired of jumping from vessel to vessel...they keep burning out. It's rather tiresome."
"Well you're not touching Sam, or me for that matter."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he insisted. "I know there are others out there, but I need someone with your connections to help me locate one."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "My connections?"
"Well, Bobby Singer's connections, really...but the best way to him is through you, and the best way to you is through her."
Dean exhaled angrily. You knew he was mad at you just as much as he was mad at Lucifer. You were surprised he hadn't given you an earful yet, even with Lucifer listening in.
"Fine," Dean grumbled. "But the moment we find you a vessel, I want you out of her body. Do you understand me?"
"Perfectly," Lucifer answered.
"Now just sit there quietly until we get to Bobby's, understand? I want absolute silence."
"Well that's boring--"
"I can't stand hearing you speak with her voice, okay? So shut up."
Lucifer smirked, but fell silent, deciding instead to annoy you.
"He's mad at you, isn't he?"
"I said yes to you...of course he's mad."
"Does he know?"
"Know what?"
"How you feel about him?"
"I would really like you to shut the hell up now, Lucifer," you hissed.
"But I'm so bored," he whined.
"I don't give a damn and neither does Dean. It's about 2 hours to Bobby's place...can you be silent for 2 hours?"
"Fine," he grumbled. "It'll give me more time to dig around in your brain anyway..."
"Shit--no!"
You tried to shut him out of your mind as best as you could, but you could still feel him rooting around in your head...making himself at home and digging into memories and thoughts and feelings that were never meant to be shared with another soul.
**********
"What an unsightly place," Lucifer grumbled as he--you--followed Dean up the stairs to Bobby's door.
Dean shot an annoyed glare in your direction, but didn't comment.
"Bobby!" he called as he entered the house.
Bobby came into view and offered you both a tired smile. "Hey you two. What brings you to Sioux Falls?"
"We were close by on a hunt and now we need your help," Dean answered.
"Sure. Come on in."
Neither you, nor Lucifer, had said a word of greeting to Bobby, which struck the older man as odd.
"You alright, (Y/N)?"
"Oh I'm just peachy," your voice answered.
Bobby's eyes narrowed at you, immediately noticing your voice was off. Besides, you didn't tend to talk to Bobby like that.
Before Bobby could question you, Dean spoke up. "We need to find an archangel vessel...as fast as possible."
Bobby stared at him for a moment. "Dean, you are an archangel vessel."
"Yeah, well I need one to house the devil--and it ain't gonna be me or Sam."
"Why the hell do you need a vessel for Lucifer?"
Your hand reached out and tapped Bobby on the shoulder. Judging by Bobby's shocked expression, you assumed your eyes were once again glowing red. Bobby quickly took a step back, looking between you and Dean in confusion.
"It's a long story," Dean muttered. "But I don't want him riding shotgun in (Y/N)'s head any longer than necessary, so we need to find him another vessel."
"Preferably before this current one starts to rot from the inside out," Lucifer added.
"Seriously, Lucifer?"
"Well that is essentially what happens, you know. I wouldn't want to damage such a pretty face."
"Oh fuck off," you grumbled.
"Why in god's name would she say yes to you?" Bobby asked angrily.
"To save my life, okay?" Dean snapped. "Look--we don't have time for this. I need your help to find another vessel. Please."
Bobby sighed and crossed the room to his desk, which was covered in books and papers--an organizational system only Bobby understood. He eyed you warily, but he didn't comment on the situation further.
"I assume you know how to find an archangel vessel," Lucifer commented.
"Perhaps you could enlighten me," Bobby responded.
Lucifer sighed and began to tell Bobby what he needed to look for. You ignored the words coming from our own mouth, instead focusing on Dean. You could see how upset he was and it made you feel incredibly foolish. You hated seeing him like this, but you didn't regret your decision. The mere fact he was alive to be angry made this whole thing worth it.
"How long do you think it'll take?" Dean asked, interrupting your thoughts.
"A week or two--maybe a little more," Bobby answered.
Dean looked in your direction, eyeing you with concern. "Will (Y/N) last that long?"
"Might wanna keep it closer to two weeks," Lucifer replied.
"You're lying, aren't you?" you asked quietly.
"Do you want me to tell them the truth?"
You sighed internally. "I think Dean deserves to know."
"A week would be even better," Lucifer said aloud.
Dean stared at you, worry deepening the lines on his face. His gaze traced your face, searching for any signs of deception--or maybe signs of damage.
"Well then," Bobby muttered. "Better get started."
**********
You sat in the corner, feet up on another chair as you watched Dean and Bobby. You could tell both of them were extremely worried, but their focus was on finding another vessel. They didn't have time to dive into their fears for your life.
Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed to think he had all the time in the world. He was quite happy to torture you instead of providing the two hunters with any assistance.
"Why haven't you told Dean?" he asked for what had to be the 1,000th time.
"There's nothing to tell, Lucifer. Would you just back off?"
"You're really no fun, you know that?"
"Good. This isn't supposed to be fun for you."
"I can make it fun."
"I'd really rather you not."
"Too late!" he said gleefully.
You could feel him poking around inside your head again, searching for something he could use to hurt you with--or hurt Dean with. You tried to keep him away from your darkest secrets, from the things you'd never shared with another soul, not even Dean. But you noticed it was getting harder and harder to resist him. You weren't sure if it was because he was so strong or if you were becoming weaker. Either way, it was only a matter of time before Lucifer found something he shouldn't.
Unfortunately for you, that moment came much sooner than you'd anticipated.
"(Y/N)--fuck, I mean Lucifer...can I talk to you outside for a moment?" Dean asked suddenly, rising from his chair and heading outside without waiting for a reply.
"Well this should be fun," you mumbled internally.
"I assure you," Lucifer mocked. "It will be."
You felt your body moving, feet heading after Dean whether you wanted to or not.
Once outside, Dean turned to face you, eyes filled with a multitude of emotions you couldn't stand to see. "I want to talk to (Y/N)."
"Oh come now," Lucifer said. "You know that's not how it works."
"I know you can shut up and take a backseat. So that's what I want."
"Hmm..." Lucifer hummed thoughtfully. "You know, I'd rather not. Besides, (Y/N) doesn't really feel like talking to you right now."
"Fuck you, Lucifer. Let me talk to him!"
"Sorry, sweetheart. Ain't happening."
"Somehow I doubt that," Dean grumbled angrily.
"You can doubt it all you want, but I'm the one physically inside her head. I know what she's thinking and let me tell you, it's not very complimentary of you."
"What?" Dean asked in surprised confusion.
"You have no idea what she really thinks of you, do you?"
"Lucifer, what the hell are you doing?" you growled.
He ignored you, instead focusing on his conversation with Dean.
"She's my best friend," Dean responded. "What more do I need to know?"
Lucifer laughed cruelly. "I'm sorry, that's just too funny. You think she's your best friend?"
You could see the look of hurt cross Dean's face for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.
"Sorry," Lucifer said, laughter subsiding. "It's just hilarious that you think she cares about you that much."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"She's tired of you, Dean. She's tired of your stubbornness, your self-loathing, your reckless behavior. She's tired of everything to do with you. She doesn't care about you--not really, anyway. You annoy the shit out of her, but she puts up with you because she feels like she has to."
You fought with everything you had to overpower Lucifer and take control of your mind and body. Not a single word Lucifer was uttering was true and you desperately wanted to tell Dean the truth.
"Stop fighting, (Y/N). You can't win," Lucifer whispered.
"Stop lying to him and I'll stop fighting," you insisted.
"No. I'm simply having too much fun."
Dean's face was impassive to the average person, but you saw through the mask on his face, and so did Lucifer. "I don't believe you," Dean said softly.
"You don't have to believe me. They're not my words. I'm simply relaying (Y/N)'s thoughts," Lucifer said with a shrug. "Haven't you ever wondered how she puts up with all your shit? You're not exactly walking sunshine, Dean. You're one of the most damaged humans I've ever met."
Dean inhaled deeply. "If she hates me so much, why does she stay?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Neither you nor Dean knew what Lucifer was going to say next...and his words cut deeper than you'd expected them to.
"She's in love with your brother," Lucifer sneered.
"Lucifer, no!" you screamed.
Dean's eyes widened and shock settled onto his face. He turned around, his back to you in an attempt to collect himself.
You fought even harder...you needed to get this son of a bitch out of your body. It felt like you were locked inside your own mind with no way out. Lucifer was too strong and the harder you fought, the weaker you became. You quickly realized the more energy you expended, the stronger he became...there was no use in fighting him.
"You're a monster," you whispered.
"They call me the devil for a reason.'"
You didn't bother responding to him. Your heart was aching for Dean and all you wanted was to comfort him. You knew exactly where his head would be at right now and it was killing you.
He'd always compared himself to Sam--at least as long as you'd known him. He seemed to think Sam was better than him in a lot of ways and certainly more lovable. The mere idea that you agreed with that sentiment...that you loved Sam...it would break him and you knew it.
"Sam is better than you in every way," Lucifer added, stoking the fire. "Why would anyone love you when they could have Sam? He's everything you're not...sure of himself, confident, open and honest. Sam is better for (Y/N) than you could ever be."
Dean turned back around, face a mask of impassiveness once again. "Let's find you a vessel so you can get the hell out of our lives," he said in a low voice. "Besides, I wouldn't want to get in the way of Sam and (Y/N)'s love."
If you'd been capable of crying, you knew the tears would be streaming down your face in that moment. Your heart ached in a way you were unfamiliar with and you hoped Lucifer could feel the pain the same way you did.
"Why?" you whispered.
"Why what?"
"Why'd you say that to him?"
Lucifer laughed. "Simple...I knew it would hurt both of you. You're in love with him and if his reaction was anything to go by, it looks like he feels the same."
"We're both helping you right now. Why can't you just be grateful for 10 fucking minutes?" you hissed.
"Where's the fun in that?"
You knew the question was rhetorical, so you didn't bother responding. Instead, you quietly watched Dean walk away and you knew he was going to lose his shit. You could feel it as clearly as your own emotions.
"Let's follow him," Lucifer said happily.
"Let him take his anger out without an audience," you snapped.
Lucifer ignored you and quietly followed after Dean, keeping a distance to avoid being noticed.
Once Dean was farther away from the house and seemingly alone, he grabbed a crowbar from a nearby bench and began to beat the ever-loving-shit out of a junker car.
If you'd wondered about Dean's feelings for you before (and you had), you didn't wonder anymore. It was clear he cared about you in the same way you cared about him and you hated seeing him in such pain.
You wanted nothing more than to go to him, but Lucifer was much happier standing to the side and watching Dean suffer alone.
"Please," you whispered.
"You can tell him I'm a lying bastard if you manage to survive this."
"You and I both know that's not likely," you sighed quietly. "I don't want him to suffer and I don't want to die with him thinking I hate him."
"Pity. Guess you should have told him sooner..."
"Oh fuck off, Lucifer," you growled.
Lucifer's laughter echoed in your head and you hated him in that moment more than you could even begin to express.
**********
"You alright kid?" Bobby asked Dean when he returned to the house an hour or so later.
Lucifer, and therefore you, had returned shortly after watching Dean fall apart. When he'd dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, Lucifer had gotten bored and left.
"I'm fine," Dean lied. "Do you have any leads?"
"I've put out my feelers to every person I could think of. I'm sure someone will have something for me soon."
"Did you call Sam?"
Bobby shook his head. "I assumed you did."
"Call him and let him know what's going on. I'm going out."
"Where are you going?"
"Yeah, Dean," Lucifer chimed in, "where are you going?"
"The nearest bar. Don't wait up."
You tried to say his name, but your mouth refused to form the word.
As soon as Dean was out of earshot, Bobby turned his attention to you. "What the hell did you say to him?"
"Me?" Lucifer asked, feigning innocence. "Why would you think I did something?"
"Maybe because you're the devil?" Bobby answered sarcastically.
Lucifer smirked darkly. "I may have poked at all of his insecurities."
Bobby groaned. "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?"
"That's not a nice thing to say about my Father."
Bobby just glared at you and rolled his eyes. He got up and left the room and you assumed he was going to call Sam.
"I second Bobby's comment."
"I wear it like a badge of honor."
You knew exactly what Dean was going to do and it was killing you. He was going to drink until he couldn't feel a thing, pick up some random girl, and fuck her senseless--anything to feel something other than the ache in his chest. You knew him better than he knew himself...but in this moment, you desperately wished you didn't. You would give anything to not know what he was going to do.
**********
Three days later, one of Bobby's sources had a lead on a potential archangel vessel.
Dean hadn't spoken to you or Lucifer unless he absolutely had to. It was too hard to even look at your face and hearing your voice was a thousand times worse.
Sam was still out on a hunt with Garth, but he promised to be there to help as soon as he could.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Bobby asked Dean as the two of you were preparing to leave.
"The less people involved, the better. Stay here in case we need more intel," Dean responded.
"I don't like the idea of you traveling alone with Lucifer."
"I'll be fine."
Bobby didn't believe him anymore than you did, but neither of you commented on it--not that you could have if you'd wanted to.
As you/Lucifer and Dean climbed into the Impala, Dean didn't spare a glance in your direction.
"Isn't this fun?" Lucifer asked. "I've always wanted to go on a roadtrip."
Dean groaned. "What are the chances you'll be quiet during this drive?"
"Slim to none," Lucifer said with a smirk.
The response almost made Dean smile. It sounded like something you would say and technically it was your voice. He had to remind himself you weren't really talking to him--every word out of your mouth was Lucifer.
Dean took off without another word and you silently prayed this lead would pan out. You were extremely tired and it had only been about four days since Lucifer had possessed you.
By this point, you were having a hard time focusing on what was happening in the real world. You were in pain and you could feel your body weakening...you were dying and you knew it. You just hoped Dean didn't notice.
**********
By the time the three of you arrived at your destination, you were feeling terrible. You weren't even sure how much time had passed since you'd left Bobby's. In fact, you were pretty sure you'd fallen asleep very early on.
"It's been about 12 hours," Lucifer told you.
"I slept for 12 hours?"
"You're dying," he said nonchalantly. "So you're going to have a harder time staying awake."
"Great," you whispered sarcastically.
"Lucifer!" Dean growled. "You coming?"
"Of course."
Lucifer followed Dean into a building you assumed was an apartment complex. Sometime during the elevator ride, you must have fallen unconscious again, because when you opened your eyes again, you found yourself standing in a nice apartment.
Dean was talking calmly to a young man who looked moderately terrified.
"Is he the vessel?" you mumbled.
"Yes. I can feel it," Lucifer responded.
"Thank god..."
"I'm sorry, you want me to allow the literal devil to possess me?" the young man practically yelled at Dean. "That's assuming I even believe in the devil."
"Look man," Dean said with surprising calmness. "I know I sound insane, but it's all real. We need an archangel vessel and like it or not, that's you."
"What if I don't want to say yes?"
Dean grabbed him by his collar. "Then the woman he's currently wearing will die...and I will do anything to prevent that." His voice was low, barely above a growl.
The young man looked terrified, eyes wide with fear. "Are you threatening me?" he whispered.
Dean straightened out the guy's shirt and gave him a dark smile. "Of course not."
"So I have a choice?"
Lucifer chuckled. "Don't think for a moment he'll give you an option, kid."
The guy looked at you and you felt terrible for him. You understood his fear and apprehension...and it felt wrong to force Lucifer onto him. This kid didn't deserve it.
"We shouldn't be doing this," you mumbled.
"Too late, (Y/N). Dean knows he's an archangel vessel. There's no way he's going to leave without getting him to say yes."
You wanted to respond--to fight, but you couldn't. You were too weak...too tired. Everything hurt too much.
"What's it like?" the guy asked softly.
"Like being strapped to a rocket," Lucifer said snidely.
Dean shot him an annoyed glance. "You'll be fine. You were meant for this."
The guy's gaze remained fixated on you. "She looks like shit...am I going to look like that?"
Dean finally focused his gaze on your face and you saw the fear flash in his eyes. He could see you were dying. Your skin was pale, your eyes bloodshot, dark circles adorning them...your lips were cracked and there were slight lacerations appearing around your forehead and jawline.
"She wasn't meant to house the power of an archangel," Lucifer responded. "She's dying, but the same won't happen to you."
"Will she be okay if I say yes?"
"Yes," Lucifer lied smoothly.
The guy looked like he was contemplating what to do, so Dean spoke up again.
"Look, kid. She's important to me...more important to me than pretty much anyone else in this fucked up world. I would do anything to save her...she's--she's my brother's girl."
You wanted to tell him that wasn't true, but you knew it was fruitless to even try. Even still, your heart ached at his words.
"How long?" the guy asked, directing his question at Lucifer.
"As long as I want. You'll never age, never die, as long as I'm with you."
The guy nodded. "Alright. I'll do it." He stood up. "What do I need to do?"
"Just say 'yes'," Lucifer answered.
"Yes."
A bright white light filled the room and Dean had to shield his eyes. When the light faded, you were lying on the floor and Lucifer was now clearly possessing the young man they'd come to find.
"(Y/N)!" Dean yelled as he raced to your side.
Your pulse was faint and you looked even worse than you had moments before.
"Heal her," Dean demanded.
Lucifer's lips curled up in a cruel smile. "No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no," he repeated. "I'm not interested in saving her."
"You wouldn't have a vessel without us. You owe her!"
"I'm the devil, Dean. What makes you think I give a damn about debts?"
Dean stared at him, anger and terror fighting for control in equal measure. He stood up and went to lunge at Lucifer, but the archangel simply disappeared, leaving you and Dean completely helpless and alone.
**********
Dean had rushed you to the hospital and was currently sitting in the waiting room, hoping to hear something about your condition.
Sam rushed into the room, eyes scanning for his brother. When he saw him, Sam crossed the distance and wrapped Dean in a tight hug.
"How is she?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Dean said quietly. "But it doesn't look good."
"She's strong, Dean."
"I don't think that matters...her body was never meant to house an archangel and she managed to do it for almost a week. She's dying, Sammy."
Sam's eyes filled with tears, but he blinked rapidly to keep them from falling.
Dean's heart ached, seeing his brother look so upset. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a broken emptiness in his soul--a space you used to occupy. But he needed to push past his own pain for his brother's sake. After all...you weren't his.
"For (Y/N)?" a doctor called into the waiting room.
Dean and Sam practically ran in her direction. Dean's heart clenched in his chest as he took in the doctor's sad expression.
"Are you (Y/N)'s family?"
Both men nodded.
"Come with me, please," the doctor said quietly.
They followed her to a private waiting area and Dean's dread increased significantly. "What's going on?" he asked worriedly.
"Please have a seat," the doctor asked, gesturing toward the chairs against the wall. She closed the door before taking her seat across from them.
"My name's Dr. Murphy. I'm (Y/N)'s treating physician."
"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."
"There's no easy way to say this," Dr. Murphy said gently. "(Y/N)'s injuries are quite severe and she's in critical condition."
"But she's going to be okay, right?" Dean asked hopefully.
Dr. Murphy frowned and shook her head. "Her organs have begun to shut down...it's only a matter of time now. The best I can do is try to keep her comfortable."
"No," Dean whispered. "No, she can't--"
Sam placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, trying to comfort his brother.
"I'm very sorry," Dr. Murphy murmured.
Dean suddenly stood up. "I can't do this. I need--I need air."
He practically ran from the room and Sam got up to follow him, but Dr. Murphy placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I think it's best to give him a moment."
Sam nodded as he desperately tried to push his own emotions away. He adored you, but he knew exactly how much Dean loved you...so he knew how much pain his brother was in right now. It hurt him almost as much as losing you.
***********
Once Dean was outside, he ran around to the side of the building, desperate to be alone for a moment. He collapsed onto the ground, back against the hard stone of the hospital exterior. All of the tears he'd been pushing back for days finally poured out.
He found himself falling apart in public--something he couldn't recall doing before. He couldn't bring himself to care. You were dying and it was killing him. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been so careless, he wouldn't have gotten injured and you never would have had to beg Lucifer to save him.
He knew it wasn't a rational way of thinking, but in that moment, it didn't matter. You were about to become just another name on a never ending list of people who died because of him. He couldn't take it--it was too much.
"I know I'm not exactly on good terms with any of you and I probably don't deserve your help, but I'm not asking for myself. (Y/N) is dying and I can't save her. I'm not normally the kind of man to beg, but I'm on my knees right now...begging for just one of you to find it in yourself to give a damn. She doesn't deserve this. She's the best person I've ever known...so please. Please someone answer me. Please..." His voice was broken by the end of his short speech.
He was desperate and there was nothing he wouldn't do to save her. If no angel would help him...he wasn't above making a deal with a demon. He'd been to hell once before, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant you could live.
"Hello, Dean Winchester," a soft female voice said from beside him.
He jumped up quickly, ready to fight if need be. He hadn't even heard the woman arrive, which meant she likely wasn't human.
"Don't worry," she said gently. "I'm not here to hurt you. My name is Aliraphael."
"Aliraphael?" Dean repeated. "I've never heard of you."
She smiled. "You don't need to know my name to know what I am."
Dean swallowed thickly. "Why did you come?"
"You prayed for help. I answered."
"But why? We don't know you...what would make you wanna help us?"
Aliraphael smiled. "You, your brother, and (Y/N) have sacrificed much for this world and all of the people in it. I think you deserve a miracle."
Normally Dean wouldn't believe her, but there was something in her eyes that made him feel safe. He was inclined to trust her, but he had to be sure. "What do you want in return?"
"Nothing. This is my gift to you."
"Nothing is free."
"I understand why you may be jaded, but sometimes a gift is simply a gift. This is one of those times."
Dean nodded. "I'm choosing to trust you, but just know if you betray me, I will kill you."
She smiled. "I would expect nothing less of the great Dean Winchester."
Dean led Aliraphael into the hospital and his eyes scanned the waiting area for Sam. He wasn't there, so Dean assumed he'd gone to your room.
"Excuse me. Can you tell me what room (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is in?" Dean asked the receptionist.
The woman typed on her computer without looking up and muttered, "Room 212."
"Thanks," Dean replied. He tried to walk slowly--normally--to room 212, but every instinct in his body was screaming for him to get to you as quickly as possible.
When Dean entered the room, he saw Sam standing beside your bed, his hand wrapped tightly around yours. He was speaking softly to you and Dean felt that ache in his chest intensify.
"Sam," Dean said softly.
Sam turned towards the door, eyes red from his tears. He looked between Dean and Aliraphael in confusion. "Who's she?"
"I am Aliraphael," the angel responded. "I am here to heal (Y/N)."
Sam cut Dean a look. "What did you do?"
Dean shrugged. "I prayed. She came."
"Okay, but what did you promise her in exchange?"
"Your brother has promised me nothing. I am doing this because I wish to. I have no ulterior motive."
Sam still looked worried, but he stepped back to allow Aliraphael access to your bed. Aliraphael gently placed her hand against your forehead and closed her eyes. A soft white glow began to envelop your body and your skin began to return to normal.
After several moments, Aliraphael dropped her hand from your head and turned to Sam and Dean. "It is finished."
You started to stir in the bed and Dean's heart beat faster.
"She will awaken in a moment," Aliraphael assured them.
"Thank you," Dean whispered, unable to take his eyes off your face.
Sam echoed his brother's statement and Aliraphael smiled.
"You are all very welcome." With that, the angel disappeared as if she had never been there.
You groaned softly and your eyes slowly opened. You blinked rapidly trying to clear them and focus on the room around you.
"I have to go," Dean muttered.
"What?" Sam asked in surprise, but Dean had already exited the room.
"Sam?" you asked softly, hearing the younger Winchester's voice.
"Hey, (Y/N/N)," he murmured. "I'm here."
Your bright (y/e/c) eyes focused on his face. "What happened?"
"What do you remember?"
You thought about it for a moment and the memories of the past few days came flooding back. "Lucifer..." you whispered.
Sam sighed and nodded. "Yeah."
"I was dying, Sam--I felt it. Why am I not dead?"
"Dean prayed...and some angel we'd never met before came to save you."
Your eyes widened. "Dean...where is he? I need to talk to him."
"He was just here, but when you started to wake up, he bolted."
"Shit," you murmured. "We need to go after him."
You started to sit up and tug at the IV in your arm, but Sam stopped you.
"Woah! Woah! Slow down, (Y/N). You were almost dead not even five minutes ago."
"And now I'm not, so we need to get the hell out of here Sam," you insisted.
Sam sighed. He knew better than to fight you, so he simply helped you remove your IV and untangle you from the web of other tubes and wires. He handed you your clothes and turned around so you could get dressed in privacy.
"Alright, let's go," you said as soon as you were dressed.
*********
When Dean left the hospital, he'd taken the Impala and started the long drive back to Lawrence. He just wanted to get home before you and figure out what his next move was. If you and Sam were going to be together...he didn't want to be there to witness it. He couldn't.
Dean's phone had rang several times, but he hadn't answered. Most of the calls were from you and a few were from Sam, but he couldn't handle hearing your voice right now. Especially if you were going to tell him everything Lucifer had said was true.
"He's still not answering his damn phone," you muttered, throwing the phone onto the dash angrily.
"I just don't get why he'd leave like that," Sam said for the fifth time.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. "Lucifer said some things to him, Sam...things that hurt him deeply. None of it was true, but Dean doesn't know that."
"What kind of things?"
"Things about me...about how I feel. And about you," you admitted quietly.
"(Y/N), just tell me."
"Lucifer told Dean I couldn't stand him and the only reason I hung around was because I'm in love with you."
Sam scoffed. "And Dean believed him?"
"You didn't see his face, Sam...he believed every word. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn't overpower Lucifer."
"Shit," Sam mumbled. "He's a goddamn idiot if he thinks you love me more than him."
You laughed dryly. "Lucifer played on Dean's insecurities and unfortunately, it worked."
Sam sighed. "Where do you think he'd go?"
"I have to hope he went home."
"Then let's get there before he does." Sam sped up, flooring the stolen car like he'd--well, like he'd stolen it.
You were about five hours from Lawrence and Dean had a head start. You knew it was unlikely you'd get there first, but you had to hope you could get there before he left.
**********
When Sam pulled into the Bunker's garage four and a half hours later, you were relieved to see the Impala parked where it should be. Dean would never leave without his beloved car, which meant he was still there.
Both you and Sam practically ran into the Bunker, calling Dean's name.
The green eyed hunter heard your voices, but he ignored both you and Sam. He couldn't face you...he just couldn't.
"Dean? Where are you?" you called again.
"Come on, Dean. We know you're here," Sam said in annoyance.
You headed into the kitchen and Sam went down towards Dean's bedroom. Both of you hoped to find him before he managed to sneak his way out.
Sam entered his brother's room without knocking and sighed in relief. "Dean. There you are."
"Sam," he said curtly.
"Why the hell did you leave? And why didn't you answer our calls?"
"I just needed to get out of there."
"What, before (Y/N) woke up?" Sam's tone made it clear exactly how stupid he thought his brother's actions were.
"Look man, I'm glad she's okay, but I can't face her. I don't want to have that conversation."
Sam decided to play dumb. "What conversation, Dean? The one where she thanks you for saving her life? Or where you yell at her for saying yes to Lucifer in the first place? Cuz trust me, we had that conversation already."
"That's not what I'm talking about, Sam," Dean said quietly as he started to pack his duffle. "But it doesn't matter. I'm leaving."
"Why the hell are you leaving?"
"I can't stay here. I can't--I can't see the two of you together," he whispered.
"Together?" Sam asked incredulously. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's fine, Sam. I know."
"There's nothing to know!"
Dean glared at his brother and shook his head. "I saw you at the hospital...you clearly feel the same as she does."
"Yeah I do!" Sam yelled. "She's my friend--she's family!"
Dean was about to snap back another retort, but Sam cut him off.
"Just talk to (Y/N), Dean. Let her explain...you owe her that much."
"I don't want to talk to her."
"I'm not going to give you a choice," you said from the bedroom doorway.
Both men turned to look at you in surprise. You crossed your arms and stood firm.
"I don't want to talk," Dean said quietly.
"Good. I don't want you to talk, Dean. I want you to listen." You turned your gaze to Sam and gestured with your head for him to leave the room.
He gladly exited, not wanting to be a part of this particular conversation.
You closed the door behind him and continued to stand in front of it, afraid Dean would try to leave if you moved.
"Lucifer is a liar, Dean. I shouldn't even have to say that. He's the devil, for crying out loud. He's kinda known for his lies."
"But he's also been honest with us before," Dean countered.
"Only when it benefited him. Just like he lies when it benefits him. Hurting you? Hurting me? That shit brought him joy."
"Really? Did it hurt you to hear him tell me how you really feel about me?"
"No," you said angrily. "It hurt me to hear him lie to you about how I feel! The things he said were cruel and terrible, but more importantly, they weren't true!"
Dean stared at you silently, clearly not believing a word you said.
"Do you really think I'm capable of lying to you for years? Think of every moment we've spent together, Dean...do you really think I pretended to care about you? Pretended to enjoy spending time with you? Think about all the times we've laughed together, the times we've had each other's backs, the small glances, the whispers in the dark when one of us had a nightmare. Think about all of those moments and then look me in the eye and tell me it was all a lie."
Tears filled his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same expression was reflected in your own. You took a step towards him, desperately wanting to touch him, but afraid it be unwelcome.
"You're my favorite person in the world, Dean Winchester. You. Not Sam, not Bobby, not Jodi...you. You hold my whole heart in your hands...you always have. If you don't want it, then I understand, but don't for a second think I love anyone but you."
His lips parted in surprise. "But what about Sam?" he whispered.
You sighed loudly. "Weren't you listening? Sam is my friend, Dean, but nothing more than that. I love him like a brother." You took another step towards him. "He doesn't compare to you--he couldn't compare to you. I love you, Dean...and I don't mean like a brother."
Dean inhaled deeply. "I want to believe you, (Y/N/N)..."
"Then believe me," you begged him. "I love you."
Dean thought about what Lucifer had said and he realized why he'd believed it so easily. They were all things Dean was afraid of...he knew he wasn't good enough for you and he was terrified you knew it too.
"Talk to me, Dean," you whispered, taking a final step towards him.
He looked deep into your eyes and found nothing but love there. The same love he held in his soul for you. "I've always been afraid to tell you how I feel because I know I'm not good enough for you," he admitted. "That's why it was so easy for me to believe Lucifer's lies...it was almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy. I couldn't believe you'd ever want me, so it was easier to believe you wanted Sam. He's better for you in every way."
"Stop," you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. "I decide who is best for me and I choose you. I will always choose you."
"(Y/N)," he whispered.
You pressed your lips against his, trying to infuse it with all of the love in your soul. Dean's arms wrapped around your thick waist, pulling you closer to him. He deepened the kiss, lips hungrily devouring yours.
You stayed locked in each other's embrace for what felt like an eternity. Your tongues fought for dominance and your hands caressed any part of each other they could reach.
When the kiss inevitably broke so the two of you could breathe, Dean laid his forehead against yours. "This might go without saying, but I love you too, (Y/N). So goddamn much."
You chuckled breathlessly. "After a kiss like that, I'd sure as hell hope so."
He grinned and tugged you even closer to him. His lips pressed against yours again and he found himself wanting to feel every part of your soft body. He needed it, just as much as needed air to breathe.
"Let me show you how much, baby," he whispered against your lips.
"Please," you moaned softly.
âStrip for me, pretty girl,â he commanded.
You gently pushed against his chest, forcing him back against the bed. He dropped down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving your body.
You slowly began to remove your clothing, taking much longer than you needed to. You were teasing him and he was eating it up.
You finally got down to just your bra and panties, nothing fancy as you obviously werenât planning on this happening, but Dean didnât seem to care. In fact, you were about to be very glad you didnât wear anything nice.
âYou are so damn beautiful, baby,â he whispered.
You offered him a warm smile, appreciative of the affection in his gaze. He thought you were a goddess among humans, a treasure to behold.
âI think youâre a bit overdressed, Dean,â you teased softly.
âYou know, babe, I think youâre right.â He stood up and shed his layers significantly faster than you had. He was extremely impatient, as he was dying to get his hands on you.
You admired his broad chest, thick arms, and sculpted form. He looked incredible, scars and all. You felt the strong urge to kiss every single one of them, if he would allow you.
He now stood before you in nothing but his boxers, his large erection straining against the thin fabric.
âLetâs get this off you,â he muttered, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.
The moment your breasts were exposed to his gaze, he let out a low groan. âFuck, baby. These are even better than Iâd imagined.â
âYou imagined myââ your question was cut off by the feeling of his lips wrapped around your nipple and his hands caressing your breasts gently.
The gentle movements quickly turned more intense, and he began to truly knead and nip at your flesh. You moaned softly and gently ran your fingers through his soft hair.
You pressed yourself even closer to him, feeling his bulge press against your abdomen. He lifted his head with a small smirk.
âImpatient, are we?â
You nodded quickly.
âOh come on now, sweetheart. Use those words for me. Tell me what you want.â
âYou,â you whimpered. âI want you.â
His smirk widened. âI figured that much out on my own, darlin'. I want you to tell me what you need.â
You werenât exactly accustomed to expressing yourself verbally in the bedroom. To be honest, a lot of your past experiences werenât that great anyway. A lot of one night stands with men who only cared about their own pleasure.
You found yourself feeling kind of excited at the prospect of a man listening to you and what you wantedâŠeven more so because that man was Dean.
âI want you on your knees, handsome,â you said firmly.
Deanâs eyes widened slightly, but he dropped to his knees obediently. His normally bright green eyes were dark with lust as he locked eyes with you.
You loved the powerful feeling you had as you stood over him. The great Dean Winchester, on his knees for you.
You touched his face sweetly and he leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. âDo you wanna eat my pussy, Dean?â you whispered.
His eyes shot back open, a hungry expression on his face. âYes,â he breathed lowly.
âThen get to work,â you commanded softly.
Dean was used to being in charge in the bedroom and it wasnât often he found himself submitting to a woman. You were different than any woman heâd ever been with beforeâafter all, he loved you. If you told him to do a damn handstand naked, lick your feet, and call you âyour majestyâ, he would have done it in a heartbeat.
His calloused hands slowly slid up your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh. His mouth followed, leaving sloppy kisses as he worked his way closer to your core.
âBaby?â he asked softly, glancing up at you.
âHmm?â
âDo you have any particular attachment to these panties?â
âNo, whyâDean!â you gasped as he ripped your underwear in half, tossing the remains to the floor.
He grinned and made a happy little noise deep in his throat before kissing your mound. He grabbed your right leg and tugged it up over his shoulder, giving him better access to you.
âLean on me for support, beautiful. I got you.â
The moment you laid a hand on his shoulder and he was sure you were stable, he dove into your pussy with a deep growl.
Your head fell back in ecstasy and a series of moans left your lips. The hand not holding onto his shoulder immediately wound itself in his hair, holding on for dear life.
âDeanâfeels so good,â you moaned.
His hands dug into your ass cheeks in response, tugging you even closer to him. He never wanted to stopâhearing those sweet sounds you made mixed with the heady taste of your sweetness was more intoxicating than any drink heâd ever had.
Your legs had begun to tremble and Deanâs grip on you tightened. He wasnât willing to stop his ministrations, but he wouldnât let you fall either.
Your nails scraped against his scalp and his shoulder as you clung to him. The pleasure was almost too much and not enough all at once, and you felt your orgasm approaching.
âDean,â you gasped. âIâm so close.â
He smiled against your core and shifted his focus more heavily to your clit. You cried out and cursed softly, and he knew heâd made the right move.
âIâoh god,â you cried as your orgasm washed over you.
Dean lapped up everything you had to offer, his grip on your body never loosening. As you began to come down from your high, he slipped his hands up to your hips to ensure he didnât drop you.
He gave your pussy one last lick before allowing you to pull him up by his hair. To his surprise, you mashed your lips against his hungrily, not giving a damn that he tasted like you.
One hand tangled into your hair and the other held you tightly. âWhat do you want me to do now, sweetheart?â He murmured against your skin.
âTake control, Dean,â you begged. âMake my legs shake. Make me scream. I donât wanna be able to move for hours.â
âHoly fuck,â he groaned. âWho taught you to talk like that, baby?â
You smirked. âIt comes naturally with you.â
"Well it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard," he murmured.
His strong arms wrapped around your waist and gripped you tightly. He spun you both around so your back was to the bed. He pulled you up into his arms and tossed you onto the bed.
You gasped in surprise, not used to being manhandled in such a manner. You sat up slightly, resting on your elbows as you looked at the gorgeous man in front of you. You curled one finger and beckoned him towards you with a smirk.
He quickly discarded his boxers and dropped onto the bed, crawling slowly up your body. He dropped kisses onto your skin as he moved, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
When he reached your mouth, you reached up and grabbed the hair at the base of his neck, tugging him down to you. Your kiss was hungry and needy, leaving no question as to what you wanted.
As the kiss deepened, Dean shifted his body to touch your soft curves. In doing so, the tip of his cock brushed against your pussy, eliciting soft moans from both of you.
Dean's hands traced softly up and down your sides, relishing the feeling of your skin against his. "I love touching you," he murmured in your ear. "You're so damn soft."
You smiled and turned your head to nip at his jaw. He groaned and turned his attention back to your soft lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth and biting down gently.
Much like Dean, you loved touching his body, but you reveled in the firmness of his body beneath your hands. Every time he moved, you could feel his muscles tense and shift. His body was powerful and beautiful--a vessel carrying the most incredible soul you'd ever known.
Dean shifted again, nudging your head to the side so he could suck at your neck, leaving love marks on the sensitive skin. You lifted your hips up slightly, seeking some kind of friction to relieve the ache between your legs. Once again, his cock brushed against your core and you gasped lightly. Dean, on the other hand, bit gently into your neck to suppress a loud moan.
"I can't wait any longer, baby," he groaned.
"Take me. I'm yours," you whispered.
He sighed softly, kissing you sweetly before pulling away. "Roll over for me, sweetness. Hands and knees."
Your eyes widened in surprise, but you rolled over immediately. You lowered your upper body to lay flat against the mattress, ass high in the air.
"Holy shit," Dean murmured as his hands grasped your large, round ass. "Who said you could have an ass this incredible? I can't wait to watch it jiggle while I fuck you senseless."
Before you could respond, he smacked your ass with an open palm, causing you to gasp slightly.
He seemed to realize belatedly that he should have asked if you were okay with that before doing it, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined smacking your ass for years. "Is that okay, baby?"
"More, please," you begged softly.
He smacked your ass again with a grin. "You like that?"
"Harder, Dean," you moaned. "Like you mean it."
"Fuck," he groaned, hand coming down against your cheek again.
Each time you moaned loudly, reaffirming your enjoyment of the action. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you were beyond desperate for him to just fuck you already.
"Dean, I need you--please," you cried desperately.
"Where do you need me, baby?"
"Inside me," you whimpered.
Without warning, you felt one of Dean's thick fingers enter your pussy. "Like this?"
You shook your head rapidly.
"Words, babe," he said firmly.
"I want your cock, Dean."
"Yeah? Tell me where."
You turned your head to look at him as best as you could from your current position. "I want you to fuck my pussy with your big, thick cock...please," you pleaded softly.
Dean blinked rapidly and licked his lips. He pulled his finger out from inside of you and sucked your juices from it. "Yes ma'am," he murmured.
He leaned forward and kissed your cheek where he'd left a red mark from his slaps. You turned your head back around, forehead against the mattress, preparing yourself for what would come next.
Dean gripped his cock tightly, stroking it a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He started to enter you and you gasped at the stretch. It was painful given his larger than average size.
"I've got you, baby," he whispered, running his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner. "Just relax for me."
You took a deep breath and tried to relax your body as much as you could. When he felt the tension leave you, he continued to push forward.
You'd never felt so full before and the pain had begun to subside into pleasure. "You're so big," you mumbled.
Dean smirked and chuckled softly. "I'm not all the way in yet, sweetheart."
"What?!" you gasped in surprise.
He pushed the rest of the way in, bottoming out so deep inside you, you swore you could feel him against your cervix. "Fuck!" you yelped.
Dean continued his soothing hand motions on your hips as he allowed you the time you needed to adjust to his size.
While you appreciated his gentleness, you desperately needed him to fuck you. Instead of telling him what you wanted, you moved your hips forward slightly before slamming back against him so your ass pressed firmly against his lower abdomen.
Dean's blunt nails dug into your hips and he growled lowly. "Fuck, baby."
His hips snapped forward and he held you in place by your hips. He set a brutal pace, unable to move slowly--it felt way too damn good.
Dean was completely mesmerized by your ass, watching it jiggle as he fucked into you forcefully. He slapped the opposite cheek from the one he'd hit earlier and you cried out in pleasure, pussy clenching around him.
"You feel so fuckin' good, sweetness," he moaned. "Tightest pussy I've ever had."
You couldn't formulate a good response to his words as you were already too far gone. His cock slammed into your g-spot with each thrust, making your legs shake and your head fog up.
"Made for me, weren't you baby?"
"Mhmm," you hummed.
Dean smiled, knowing you were overwhelmed with pleasure and unable to respond properly. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of your hair at the base of your neck. He tugged back slightly--just enough to cause a little pain without truly hurting you.
His thrusts were almost violent, they were so fast and hard. He wanted to feel you come apart on his cock and he knew you were close.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he whispered.
You simply whined desperately.
"What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me what you need."
"More," you begged.
"Hmm," Dean hummed. He slipped an arm around your waist and tugged you back against him so you were sitting up as he continued to thrust into you.
One hand slid up to your neck, wrapping around your throat and applying just a tiny bit of pressure to gauge your reaction. His other hand moved slowly towards your core, seeking your clit for added stimulation.
"Dean!" you cried.
He bit into your shoulder. "I'm here, baby. I want you to fall apart for me."
He rubbed at your clit quickly, thrusts slower due to the new position, but nevertheless pleasurable.
You needed just a little more to push yourself over the edge, so you gripped his hand around your neck and put more pressure on it, indicating what you needed.
Dean got the hint and tightened his grip on your throat, just enough to push you over the edge. He didn't want to hurt you--he would never hurt you.
"Cum for me, sweet girl," he murmured in your ear.
You cried out as your second orgasm crashed against you and your pussy tightened almost painfully around Dean's cock. He helped you ride out your high before lowering you back to the bed and rolling you over onto your back.
He was immediately on top of you, thrusting into you more slowly. He put one arm on either side of your head to support himself, effectively trapping you beneath him.
He rolled his hips against you, the motion pressing his pelvis against your clit, causing you to whimper in pained pleasure. Your hands found purchase in his upper back, nails digging in as he repeated the action.
"I love your body, baby," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."
You smiled up at him, pulling him down for a heated kiss. "I like it too," you mumbled. "Yours isn't bad either."
He chuckled lightly, kissing you lovingly. "I wanna see you come apart for me, (Y/N). Can you give me one more?"
Your eyes widened. "I don't think I can..."
"I bet you can, sweetness." He grabbed your hips and pulled your legs up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He began to thrust in earnest again and your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips.
Dean closed his eyes, focusing on pulling at least one more orgasm from you and keeping his own at bay. The way you were squeezing him made it a hell of a lot harder than he would like.
The harder his thrusts, the tighter you seemed to grip him, and the deeper your nails dug into his back. He knew he was going to have some serious gashes on his back, but he intended to wear them with pride.
"Come apart for me, baby. Let me feel you soak my cock," he begged.
"Dean," you groaned.
"Come on, my love--let go."
Your eyes fluttered closed and your body began to shake as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. You came for the third time that night, cries of pleasure mixing with Dean's moans of encouragement.
You started to come down from your high, body overly sensitive from the onslaught of pleasure that continued. "Dean, too much!" you gasped.
"Just one more," he begged.
"I can't!" you whimpered.
"Please baby--one more. Need it," he continued to beg.
You didn't think it was possible for you to cum again, but you began to feel a new sensation in your abdomen. It felt similar to the familiar tightening coil that signified an oncoming orgasm, but it was infinitely more intense. You weren't even sure if it was pleasure or pain--the feeling was simply too overwhelming to comprehend.
"Dean--I can't--" you gasped in confusion.
His hand slid between your bodies to gently massage your clit and you suddenly couldn't breathe. You began to writhe beneath him, hands gripping at the sheets to try and ground yourself.
Dean knew you were about to come undone again, so he didn't slow any of his motions. "Look at me, baby."
Your eyes met his for no more than a moment before your vision became blurry. You screamed his name as you came for a fourth and final time. The feeling was so incredible, you couldn't even begin to describe it.
Your vision began to return to normal as you desperately tried to catch your breath. You were practically limp beneath him as Dean began to chase his own orgasm.
He tucked his head into the crook of your neck and murmured soft words of praise against your skin. "Feels so good--squeezing me perfectly."
He kissed your neck as his thrusts became more erratic. "I'm gonna fill up this pretty little pussy, sweetness. Gonna cum for you."
You managed to press a kiss into his shoulder and wrap your arms around him, hands clutching his back. "Fill me up, Dean," you whispered encouragingly.
Dean groaned lowly. "This pussy is mine, baby. You hear me? Mine."
"Yours, Dean. Only yours."
"Oh--fuck--" he groaned. "(Y/N)!"
His hips began to stutter, thrusts faltering as he filled you up with his seed. He whispered your name like a prayer as his movements began to slow to a halt. You clung to him tightly as he came down from his high.
He finally collapsed on top of you, completely spent and breathless.
You rubbed his back soothingly, lips pressing gentle kisses to his shoulder and neck. As the two of you laid there quietly, you began to notice the bedding beneath you was particularly wet--more so than you had expected it to be.
"I love you so much," Dean whispered, lips pressed softly against your jaw.
"I love you too, baby," you said sweetly.
Dean began to lift himself up, each movement making you gasp--body too overstimulated to handle any motion.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he murmured softly.
"I'm not complaining," you assured him.
He grinned slightly as he pulled himself up completely, softened member sliding out of your excessively wet pussy.
He looked down at the bed and his grin widened. "We made quite the mess, baby."
"Yeah, it feels a little...wetter than normal."
He chuckled softly. "That's probably because you squirted, (Y/N/N)."
You gasped, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. You realized that must have been the result of the most intense orgasm of your life. "I did?!"
Dean noticed your discomfort and immediately reassured you. "Yeah, sweetness--and it was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."
You bit your lip and looked up at him. "Really?"
He grinned. "Really."
"I've--uh--well...I've never squirted before," you admitted.
His chest puffed up with pride. "I'm honored to have been the first--and the last." He added a wink for emphasis.
You smiled softly. "Maybe don't make it a regular thing...I literally can't move."
Dean laughed. "Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you."
You watched the handsome man cross the room and go into the bathroom, emerging several minutes later with two washcloths. He gently picked you up, moving you to the other side of the bed where it was dry. From there, he very gently began to clean you up with the warm washcloths.
You were moved by the loving way he took care of you, making sure you were clean and comfortable before leaving the room in search of another set of sheets.
When he returned, you found you still couldn't move, but Dean didn't seem to mind. "I can change the sheets with you in them, (Y/N)."
"But--"
"Hush," he insisted as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
He made quick work of removing the sheets on the other half of the bed and putting the clean sheets on that side. He then scooped you up again and moved you to the clean, crisp sheets. He removed the rest of the soiled sheets and finished making the bed.
As soon as he was finished, he crawled into the bed beside you. He reached out to grab your soft body and tugged you against his warm chest.
You nuzzled into him and sighed softly. "I could get used to this."
He smiled and kissed the top of your head. "I'll always take care of you, baby...so you might as well get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."
You smiled and pressed a soft kiss onto his chest. "I love you, Dean."
Dean tightened his grip on you and smiled. "I love you more, (Y/N/N). Always."
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HELLOOO!!! CONGRATS FOR THE 550 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR I HOPE U GET MORE FOLLOWERS BC UR WRITTING?? DELICIOUS đđ
But I would like to request seungcheol + dilfism ?? Like have u SEEN that man??
Thank you!! Have a good day!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE MAN <333 thank you for sending this in! LOVED writing dilf cheol. i swear this man and his sexiness of 30s will be the death of me. inspired completely by his new glasses look at caratland 2024.
this is a part of my 550 followers event, but requests are now CLOSED.
genre: smut, enemies to lovers, age gap, dilf!seungcheol, lawyer au.
word count: 13k words.
warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ nsfw content. 13 YEAR AGE GAP, mention of suicide, single dad!seungcheol, a ton of legal terms (not vouching to be accurate because i am neither a lawyer nor a law student nor is my research perfect), seungcheol is a bit selfish and toxic (but there's a redemption arc), ANGSTY angst, but A LOT OF FLUFF TO COMPENSATE. smut warnings: protected sex, oral receiving (f and m), mild dirty talk, implicit size kink, implicit spit kink.
"it's my first case!" you whine in surrender, slumping on the shoulder of your friend, as you both re-read the case file in front of you for the n-th time this morning. yoona pats your head, but she knows even she can say nothing to console you. it must be either sheer bad luck or some unknown person's vengeance, that you're against choi seungcheol in the very first case of your life.
y/l/n y/n: the lawyer of the plaintiff, hwang seola.
choi seungcheol: the lawyer of the defendant, KNT enterprises pvt. ltd.
nothing can save you from losing your first case in the worst way possible. not even the stellar letters of recommendation from your professors. not even your exceptional performance in the national lawyers examination process. not even your diligence during your interning years that's earned you the title of golden rookie. everyone expects you to make it big, including yourself- but that's clearly not going to happen if you lose the very first actual case you have to face in your life.
"at least no one will mock you for losing," yoona says in a meek voice. you scoff indignantly, "as if that's any comfort. still doesn't change the fact that i'm going to start off my career on the worst foot possible. why does my luck have to be so shitty?"
"hey, think about the positives. imagine how much of a learning experience it'll be. i know best how much you consider seungcheol as your idol."
you sigh. five years ago, when seungcheol had blown up across the country because of his historic debut in the court of corporate law, winning case after case and setting precedents that were welcomed with open arms, you'd looked up to him. five years ago, he'd walked into your college for an invited seminar during your first semester and blown your mind away. five years ago, you would cry in joy at the opportunity to even spend a minute in the same courtroom as seungcheol and see him in action. five years ago, he'd been the ideal man of your dreams- perfect in every damn way possible.
the only issue with that is that he's still the ideal man in your eyes. even if losing the case against him won't make your nervous, just being in close quarters with him for long hours will make you infinitely nervous.
"maybe i should recommend boss to let you take up the ca-" you tease yoona, and she squeals, whining protests instantly. "no thank you!" you laugh, hoping to lighten the tension of the moment. but the relief is only temporary, and the weight of the upcoming case lingers in your mind for hours later.
_
the first trial of the case is a week later. before that, you decide to change your mindset to a better thought process- even if you simply assume that you're going to lose this case, you're still going to give in your 100% so that you can step away with no regrets and only more knowledge gained. the first step to that, of course, is speak to your client personally, without the intermediation of the firm you work at.
mrs hwang turns out to be a woman just a few years older than you. the primary reason why she's suing the company her husband used to work at is because her husband had been driven to suicide by the constant pressure in his workplace to keep some illegal activities and fraud under the covers, which had not only harmed his mental health and morals but also affected the way his superiors judged his work performance. she may be young, but she's lost her husband merely three years after their marriage, and just one look at her face makes your heart ache in sympathy.
this isn't the first time you've seen such a case. during your years of study, you've studied plenty of cases involving companies ill-treating their workers and leading them to take up drastic steps in desperation. not only does this case come under a serious mistreatment of employees under labour laws, but also violates laws governing corporations which demand them to steer off illegal activities and maintain integrity. it's a very interesting case, and you're highly intrigued and instantly drawn into the case. there are several nuances that you know you may miss out by a hair's breadth if you're not careful. but you cannot take chances. if you have to even put up a fair fight against choi seungcheol, you're going to have to leave no stone unturned.
at the end of your discussions with mrs hwang, you're fully convinced that the company is indeed at fault here. however, you're going to have to prove it in court with the meagre evidence you have- which is low anyway, considering how big companies use their financial and social capital to turn such cases remarkably in their favour. the primary example of that being them getting seungcheol, the country's top corporate lawyer, to represent them, while mrs hwang can only hire you, a rookie lawyer at a lesser reputed firm.
however, as you walk into the courtroom, you convince yourself to not think about how the odds are against your favour from the first moment itself, to calm your nerves. you're here to debut with a bang, and you will fake it till you make it.
_
it doesn't work.
it doesn't work because the moment you enter the courtroom, you see choi seungcheol sitting next to the defendant's CEO on the other side of the room, dressed in the most immaculate suit, his glasses perched on his nose as he inspects the documents you've submitted in court prior to the trial as preliminary evidence. when you walk towards the bench you're going to sit at, he looks up at you.
it's a careful, measured glance. a glance of confidence, a glance of self-awareness. he knows he's going to win. and yet, he smiles at you indulgently.
moments later, he meets you halfway across the room.
"good morning. i'm seungcheol," he extends his hand for a shake, his nose upturned as he looks down at you with an aura that nearly blows you away. you wish that you hadn't worn heels tonight- because if he keeps looking at you like that, your knees are going to give up.
"of course, who wouldn't know you?" you steady your voice mustering a smile.
seungcheol's smile does not change. "it's nice to meet the golden rookie finally."
his words send shivers down your spine. there's just something about meeting your idol from so up-close that you want to submit instantly to his infinitely higher knowledge and experience to you. there's also something particular to him that's affecting your mind and body- because if seungcheol at thirty-one was handsome, he's absolutely godly at thirty-six. he's aged like fine wine- the rimless glasses sitting firmly on his nose, tiny wrinkles around his eyes, and a few graying hairs around his sideburns.
you don't get a chance to respond as the judge enters the court and you're pulled away to your bench, sitting next to a very nervous-looking mrs hwang. you forcefully drag your eyes away from seungcheol, who still has that tiny smile on his face as he talks to his client, and focus on your client, giving her much-needed confidence boosts (needed both by her and by you).
_
as anticipated, the first trial does not go well. it's just your fucking luck that the judge knows seungcheol already- but then, it was wrong of you to not consider that already, knowing how famous he is. on top of it all, mrs hwang breaks down in the middle of seungcheol's questioning, shaken completely by his straightforward questions and uncaring gaze, and the court gets adjourned, leaving you stranded without any proper progress against seungcheol's stronger case. the next trial is scheduled for a week later. you wish you could think that your work has been cut out for you, but it's far from that.
the second trial comes quickly- but it doesn't let you progress much further. seungcheol looks even more nonchalant on the second trial- dressed in another suit, he's less fierce today during his questioning. you don't notice it, because you're too flustered with your own work, but his eyes stray towards you more often. his eyes glaze over with something soft every time you make eye contact, and you immediately look away, like you've been caught in the act. but seungcheol doesn't let it slip- he keeps up his passive aggression when he's shaking hands with you before exiting the courtroom.
"tough luck, rookie. focus between the lines more."
his words make you even more nervous than before, but you put on a brave face for seola's sake. this motivates you to change your gameplan, and you decide to stop focusing on existing evidence, which is scarce, and use more verbal reports of other employees who have willingly stepped up to speak the truth after the suicide of their friend and colleague. by the time you're just three days before the third trial date, you have a solid set of verbal witnesses who will provide evidence on your side, but every time you feel slightly more confident than earlier, seungcheol's voice rings in your ears and you lose all hope.
on the morning of the fourth day, you receive an email from your boss.
y/n, please attend a lunch meeting on my behalf with some of our older clients (whose list i have attached below) today.
you jump to the opportunity- being provided a chance to interact with the old clients of the firm is a lucrative opportunity to impress those who've stayed with the firm from the beginning (and naturally, have graduated into stakeholders at the firm).
so it's safe to say you're in for a rude shock when you reach the lunch spot at a five-star restaurant along the banks of the han river, and find none of your clients but instead you find seungcheol waiting for you.
_
"close your mouth and stop drooling," jeonghan's voice somehow appears in his mind when he sees you enter the restaurant. "you make it obvious how hot you find women in suits."
but seungcheol cannot take his eyes off you. hasn't been able to for the last two times he's seen you. even if the courtroom is no place for indecency, he's had plenty of indecent thoughts whenever he's seen you, dressed in your suits and blazers, your curves prominent and your hair tied up in a practical ponytail. he should not think like this about you- he knows it. you both are set up at natural odds because of the case- but somehow, that makes him more interested in you. and seungcheol would not have it any other way. he looks forward to each trial of an otherwise boring case just to see you- the passion on your face whenever you're arguing your case, the way your mouth opens in shock whenever seungcheol casually dismisses a piece of information you've clearly worked hard on, the way you stare in exasperation at the witnesses when they speak against your stance, the hunger in your eyes whenever you're questioning his client, and the fire in you that burns you to work harder before each trial. seungcheol hasn't seen a lawyer as passionate as you in many years- most would have given up even before starting just due to his formidable reputation, but you're not even intimidated by his on-brand dead stare that works on everyone.
"i was told i'm here to meet clients of my firm. i didn't know you hired our firm for your personal needs," you cock an eyebrow as you stand in front of him, and seungcheol smirks. that attitude does nothing to filter his thoughts.
"would you have come if i'd invited you personally?"
you open your mouth to say something but he beats you to it. "have a seat, please. let's enjoy lunch."
you do so immediately. submissive. "but i still don't understand why i'm here." bratty.
he places a finger on his lips as the food he's pre-ordered arrives. the smell of the delicious food breaks your frigid attitude, it obviously helps that seungcheol's ordered your self-proclaimed favourite dish on your public instagram account. "i'm sure you must be hungry." seungcheol digs in himself, his eyes on yours as he carefully licks the spoon clean. your eyes flicker to his lips instantly before you're staring back into his eyes, defiance laced in your gaze. you pick up the spoon and start eating as well. seungcheol smiles.
i'm a dad to two daughters. i know how to tame brats.
after a few minutes, he finally speaks. "do you know the first step to winning a battle, rookie?"
you look up and tilt your head slightly in question.
"knowing your opponent."
"i already know you."
"that's what you think. that's why you're not going to win."
your eyes flash with anger. "are you just going to rub that into my face? is that why i'm here?"
"so what? you don't want to win? isn't the most loved story of human history the tale of the underdog?"
"frankly, my opponent isn't even you. it's your client, who isn't even here. so i don't understand the point of this meeting."
"so much can be learnt merely through observation, rookie. you can't know someone by looking at their annual reports and how much money they pay their employees."
"i don't need to know anything more than that! unlike you, i don't wish to meddle in people's personal lives to win cases. i don't need your brain games."
seungcheol chuckles. "the courtroom is nothing but brain games, rookie. think how far facts can take you, and then think how much further imagination can take you."
you gasp, pinching your nose. "i'm sorry, what? imagination? i'll win on evidence and evidence only. i used to admire you as an icon of law. but now, when i see you defend an obvious criminal with such blatant stubbornness, i'm having second thoughts."
"obvious criminal? are you telling me you've obtained the evidence you need to prove my client guilty in court?"
"and what if i do?"
seungcheol sits back, squaring his shoulders to his full stature. "you shouldn't tell me about it then, rookie."
"when you'd walked into my law school five years ago for a seminar, this wasn't the choi seungcheol i'd grown to love as an icon."
fuck. five years ago? just how young were you?
"i'd advise you not to get emotional about the case. the courtroom is no place for admiration or lov- or any other emotions."
"and yet, you have no desire to live up to the expectations of hundreds of law students like me who look up to you? you don't care about the youth you're letting down with this attitude?"
"why should i? i'm surviving just fine, aren't i?"
by this point, seungcheol can see the way your nails dig into your own palms in frustration. it's so amusing, how emotionally you're dealing with this. in a world of black and white, seeing you behave gray in every scenario makes seungcheol think he's lived thirty-six years of his life incorrectly.
finally when you cannot come up with any rebuttal, you stand up, dragging your chair on purpose to make noise. "there's absolutely nothing more for me to talk to you about. i hope you've learnt about me today, choi seungcheol. i've certainly learnt a lot too." and you walk away before he has the opportunity to say anything.
_
lunch with seungcheol leaves you shaken and stuttering. even as you open the door of the cab outside and ask the driver to take you to the office without a second thought, you spend the entire journey lost in your own thoughts. every little moment of the meeting lingers in your mind, unsettling your confidence. from the way he calls you rookie to his quiet arrogance and confidence, everything about him is so frustrating and yet... he draws you in. your perception about him has definitely changed after today, but even with the added understanding of just how selfish choi seungcheol can be, you can't ignore the sheer attraction you feel towards him.
it stays on your mind through the next three days. and on the morning of the third trial, you're stuck with two different thoughts plaguing your mind.
the first: a genuine concern about how the third trial is going to pan out. it's likely to be your last chance to even bring the judge's opinion to your side, because if you can't present good enough evidence today, there's no way to sway the jury to your side.
the second: choi seungcheol is a man who annoys you but you also have this innate craving to impress him. your respect for him hasn't changed, but your conversation with him has revealed to you just how cutthroat the world of law really is. and his suave attitude, the confidence with which he's so sure he's going to win, and his infinitely superior experience to you makes some part of you so desperate to seek his attention and impress him. show him that you can do well too. show him that you're not going to make beginner's mistakes. show him that you're more than a mere rookie.
but when you walk into the courtroom, seola next to you, your sunglasses perched on your head, you stare at the empty bench behind you. it was supposed to be full with the four witnesses you'd invited today and were relying on to sail through the the third trial. frantically, you ask your colleague who's assisting you in the trial, "where are the witnesses? are they running late? can you ple-"
"they're not going to come today, y/n."
seungcheol's icy voice cuts through the chaos and reaches you sharply. you spin around to find him dressed immaculately in a midnight blue turtleneck that shows off the stubble growing down his jaw.
"sorry, what?"
"you heard me the first time. none of them are going to come today."
"and how do you know?"
seungcheol smirks as he shrugs and takes a step closer towards you. "i have my ways, rookie."
you're fuming at this point, but you really can't speak your mind because seola breaks down in tears right next to you and you can't help but shift away your focus from seungcheol's dangerous eyes and take care of her.
it's honestly a miracle that after the complete sweep that seungcheol presents in the third trial, with no new evidence nor substantial evidence from your end, you still get another chance at a fourth trial, scheduled two weeks from now, in a pitiful announcement from the judge, imploring you to use this final chance to collect as much as evidence as you can.
_
when the trial ends, you ask seola to go home, and you lock yourself up in a bathroom stall in the court building, trying to come to terms with everything that's come to pass today. it's been an overwhelming morning and you're still shaken badly by it all. every moment you spend in this world with seungcheol, he seems to make it his personal mission to show you that there's no place for softness or emotions in this cut-throat world.
when you exit the washroom, you find seungcheol standing outside, an unlit cigarette between his lips.
"did you bribe them?"
he turns to look at you, his eyes clearly wide in surprise. "what are you saying?"
you take a step closer to him, your entire body shaking with fury. "did you bribe the fucking witnesses?"
"we're in public, woman, control your tongue."
"i'm not ashamed of anything i'm saying though, are you?"
seungcheol's lips twist in distaste and he drags you away from the public place to a quieter spot secluded near the parking lot. "i understand you're frustrated because of that no-show today, but you're speaking nonsense-"
"i'm speaking perfect sense, seungcheol! only you knew that i was going to bring in witnesses today."
"only me?"
"except two people at my firm, one of who is my best friend, and the other is a colleague who's assisting me in the case."
"who knows? maybe your friend's the snitch-"
you step closer to him, seething in anger. "don't you fucking make false allegations, choi seungcheol!"
"you're the one making false allegations here, really."
"you'll have to admit it, seungcheol. someday. if all your fame and reputation has been through such cheap tricks and under-the-table dirty business, you'll have to pay for it-"
"or what?" seungcheol puts back the cigarette between his lips, and lights it with a lighter. he takes in a big puff, and exhales right into your face. "or what, y/n? maybe you should take my advice instead. and stop making rookie mistakes."
as he walks away from you, you shout behind him, "i'm going to expose you, seungcheol!"
"empty threats, la la la." his voice trails back, sending shivers down your spine, as you're left alone in the dark parking lot, wallowing in your own pathetic helplessness.
_
your search for further evidence has led you to a complete dead-end. the most important thing that you need, the one that will clinch the case for you absolutely, is any - even one- document directly coming from KNT to seola's husband. unfortunately, you've gone through his emails and fax multiple times, but found nothing. nothing on his laptop, no hard drives, no soft drives, no external devices, nothing on his mobile phone or other such devices either. today you're searching all his belongings again and again, but it's still the dead-end. you realise that there's no point looking for more witnesses because seungcheol's just going to drive them away by whatever tricks he's using. and you're confident that seungcheol's thinking a step ahead of you- so any new evidence sources that you might come up with now might have already been dismissed by seungcheol through some back-up plan of his.
"seola, i need you to think once more, please. did he use any other device apart from the one at his office and the one at home? any laptop or any other mobile phone?"
"no... i can't remember anything else, really. we couldn't afford anything more too..."
you grimace. "i hope you don't get offended, but i'm sure he received quite a bit of money from whatever services he was providing KNT. enough to motivate him to keep quiet and hold on for so long. otherwise an honest man like him wouldn't want to get into this mess, would he?"
seola doesn't reply immediately, tears silently dropping down his cheeks.
you sigh and place a hand on her shoulders, rubbing softly as she breaks down into more tears. in the last few weeks, you've become surprisingly quite close. you've comforted her through her worst moments, feeling compassionate both as a woman and as a lawyer. and she, in turn, has helped you without any qualms, in not just the case but also lent a patient ear to you whenever you've wanted to rant, made ramen for you whenever you've worked till late, and let you stay over at her place whenever the rain outside's become too torrential for you to take the bus back home.
after a few long moments, seola is finally able to gain back her composure. "y/n.... he did mention something about an outstation office... towards the outskirts of the city. he used to go there twice a month. he told me it was for sending out packages to the other branches of the company... but maybe you could see there once?" your eyes light up with excitement as you hear seola's words. is this finally the breakthrough you'd been looking for through high and low? is this finally going to be your trump card to win the case? your rational side tells you to not become overjoyed immediately, but something in you is desperate to see that cockiness wiped off seungcheol's face, and bring him down to earth from whatever higher place his arrogance has placed himself at.
"seola, can you give me any tentative location for it? i'm going to go check it now."
"now? but the forecast is showing there's going to be thunderstorms tonight! there's so much thunder grumbling out there-"
"it doesn't matter, seola. i can't afford to lose any more time."
_
seungcheol's been stuck in traffic for almost an hour now, and the windshield wiper is absolutely useless in preventing the rain from cascading on his front window. the rain is relentless- just like the thoughts tormenting his heart. the reason he's returning home so late is because there had been a dinner party at the workplace cafeteria, hosted by his colleagues and closest friends, jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo and minghao. they're all lawyers with their own reputations, and the only friends they all have now. the point of the dinner? celebrating seungcheol's (upcoming) win in the KNT vs mrs hwang case. (and also to get seungcheol's mind off y/n, who's distracted him from his work all week, ever since their encounter at the parking lot of the courthouse.)
it'd been a mistake to stay out for so long. a sheer lapse of judgement, and seungcheol has not choice but to curse at himself right now. his daughters have called him already, their voices sleepy as they stay up for their father to return home to eat ice cream with them, before they fall into bed.
"and yet, you have no desire to live up to the expectations of hundreds of law students like me who look up to you? you don't care about the youth you're letting down with this attitude?"
y/n's words ring in his mind.
as the rain pours down cruelly, seungcheol's heart lets out silent cries.
he's a failure.
he's failed his family. thirteen years ago, when his parents had cast him out of their house after he'd failed to get a job at a good law firm.
that attitude's gonna get you nowhere, kid! stop running your mouth and focus on your work!
he's failed his first love. nine years ago, four years before he'd finally made his mark in the country's law scene, his wife had divorced him and left their children with him, because he'd not been able to earn enough for her.
stop being such a social activist, seungcheol! the world isn't soft like you. stop being so stuck up and emotional!
and now he's failing his daughters. day after day, they'd stay up late, waiting to spend some quality time with their father. night after night, they'd end up sleeping alone because seungcheol's insomnia didn't let him sleep with them. month after month, he'd promise to take them to their long-due vacation, but he was always too busy to take leave for two weeks at once. year after year, they'd wait for him to come to sports' day but seungcheol could never make it.
appa, if you can't take us to jeju... can we go for the school trip this year to jeju? all our friends are going to go for it...
all these painful thoughts triggered simply by one person- you. you're an unprecedented variable in his life, someone he couldn't even imagine to be a part of his life even a month ago. and yet, you've made him feel so many emotions, that had become dormant for years, in such a short span of time.
he's disappointing you too.
he doesn't know why it hurts what you think of him. seungcheol had thought that at thirty-six, he's finally ascended from these petty thoughts. but somehow your judgemental gaze, your innocent words and your fresh perspectives have shaken him to the core.
or perhaps he does know why, and he doesn't want to acknowledge it.
you remind him of himself.
but you're far better than he was. he'd been a coward, a loser, too quick to give up, and too hasty to drown in his own pity party. you're a fighter, a challenger, not accepting the cruelties of status quo, and too passionate to give up your sense of justice just to fit in with the cut-throat dirty reality.
you're 10 times the lawyer than he could ever be, and something about that makes him so inexplicably drawn to you.
because you're the person he's always wanted to idolised.
no wonder that when you'd told him that you'd looked up to him as an idol, he'd laughed at himself.
the traffic jam disperses slowly, and seungcheol breaks out of his daze. the clock shows 10.30 pm, and the rain shows no sign of stopping. thankfully, the traffic is now moving smoothly.
_
after almost half an hour of standing at the bus stop, waiting for something to pass by, there's finally a car with a very bright beam slowing down in front of you. it's a private car, but you hope it can give you a l-
"what are you doing here?!" the words escape your mouth as soon as you notice who's in the driver as the car window rolls down.
"get in, rookie."
you consider hesitating, but seungcheol's car looks warm... and safe. so you do get in, hating how there's water everywhere you're touching, spoiling the clearly expensive leather of the seats. but seungcheol doesn't say anything even as you shuffle in and finally settle on the passenger seat.
he thankfully doesn't ask you anything as he lets you take a breath and get warm enough. so about five minutes pass before he asks you, "what were you thinking, standing out there in this rain?" his voice is low, almost cracked, but laced with serious concern. you notice that he's still dressed in his typical suits. is he returning from work so late?
"i had work here," you say carefully avoiding the connection about the case.
"so late at night?"
"it was important."
"that it couldn't wait till the morning?"
"no."
you're aware by the way his jaw is clenched that he's getting annoyed by your short answers. but you have no option except to be as vague as possible- his mind works too fast for you.
"where's your home?"
you tell him the locality, and he sighs. "that's on the opposite side of town."
"i know, just... maybe you can drop me at a more crowded bus stop? the one where i was waiting was a bit remote, but a more crowded one will definitely have more frequent buses-"
"you're out of your mind."
"huh?"
"just because you're irresponsible doesn't mean i will be too. i cannot and will not leave you in the middle of the road in this rain so late at night."
"seungcheol, i don't want to barge-"
"you're not barging into anything. you'll come home with me, change into drier clothes and sleep in for the night so that you don't fall sick."
"y-your home?"
"yes. do you have a better idea?"
you gulp, his gaze stern. you don't have a better idea, in fact getting to change into warm clothes and get into someone's house sounds divine right now. the only problem is that it's.... seungcheol's home. if you can't handle him in his everyday suits, you wonder what thoughts seungcheol in his natural abode will spark in you.
"i'll always be grateful to you."
seungcheol nods, and the rest of the journey is silent.
_
seungcheol doesn't know yet if it's a good or a bad idea. he did it as an impulse- perhaps some part of him hopes he's still redeemable in your eyes, so he wants to do the right thing for once. but he won't know if it's the right think for everyone until he reaches home.
when he parks the car and takes you up to his flat, he can hear the television blaring harry potter from outside the flat, and he can see the way your eyebrows furrow at the sound. so he slowly unlocks the door, to reveal his two daughters sitting on the couch, undoubtedly watching their favourite harry potter movies again, wearing identical pyjamas specially designed for the identical twins.
he can hear you gasp as you step into the house, and the girls come into your view.
there's an awkward moment of silence and staring, before sol comes running to him and wraps herself around his waist. "appa! we're right at the last scene of prisoner of azkaban, your favourite part!"
seungcheol almost tears up. how can they welcome him so warmly every night even though he's come home so late?
he clears his throat. "sounds like you've been having fun, girls. but first, say hello to y/n unnie-"
"imo," you whisper next to him, your figure shrunk with the cold.
"no unnie," he whispers back. "this is choi sol, our maknae, and that's choi byul, my eldest." the girls wave and shyly say hello, their dimpled smiles flashing politely as they bow. you bow back, "hi sol and byul! sorry you're meeting unnie in this state~"
"are you also a lawyer?"
"did you get caught in the rain?"
"do you work with appa in his office?"
"do you want fresh clothes?"
you giggle at the contrasting questions from the two girls, their starkly different personalities evident. "yes, yes, no, and yes please, if you could be so kind," you smile back, your dainty lips curving into a pretty bow that takes his breath away. sollie shifts from where she'd been wrapped around seungcheol to take your hand gently. "do you think my clothes will fit you? i think byul's clothes will. she has a very warm nightdress..." and she drags you away to her room, welcoming you in without even a single moment's hesitation. byul is more reserved in her welcome, but still warm. she follows the two of you shortly, and seungcheol is left at his doorstep alone, but filled with such a flurry of emotions in his heart that leaves his soul warmed unlike he's felt in years.
about twenty minutes later, he comes out of his bathroom after a refreshing warm shower, his hair soft after the shampoo. he can hear voices from the kitchen, loud-pitched voices of his daughters and the softer, lower voice that he recognises as you.
"unnie, do you want to have ramen?" byul's voice rings out. "we were going to have ice cream but you might feel too cold for that." sol adds, "did you eat dinner, unnie? didn't appa eat dinner with you?" "no, w- we- he picked me on the way when he saw me stranded in the rain. we didn't have dinner... together."
seungcheol's heart breaks and heals a little at the same time. he's taken the right step for now... but seeing his little girls like this have generated images and thoughts in his mind that he had shelved away forever.
the idea of a family.
the idea of giving them a new mother figure.
as he walks towards the kitchen, he can see the way sol and byul cling to you although they've met you barely half an hour ago. perhaps it's because they don't have any cousins and you feel like a sister? perhaps it's because they like bossing over adults, especially since they boss over him so much? perhaps it's because they've already been charmed by your magnetic appeal- your softness and your innocence, mingled with an intelligence that lets you befriend everyone.
"are y'all annoying y/n already?" byul immediately faux pouts, and he can see your eyes light up. "seungcheol, she looks exactly like you," your voice whispers with the revelation. "yes, she's my daughter. kinda expected, don't you think?" he laughs. it's sarcastic of course, because sol and byul actually resemble him more than any other father-daughter pair he's seen in his life. it's almost like they haven't gotten any of their mother's genes. and seungcheol doesn't really regret it. it's been nine years, he's gotten over that pain. his only regret is to not be able to provide a second parent to his children, who'd grown up in spite of being cut off completely by their mother. and his busy life has left him with no space to date or even think of marriage...
except right now.
right now, when he sees you wearing byul's nightdress that barely reaches your knees, cooking ramen with sol sitting on the kitchen counter next to you, chatting away about harry potter, and byul carefully carving out ice cream into bowls for the four of them, seungcheol thinks maybe it's time.
maybe he's found the one.
and maybe, he's already fallen beyond scope to return.
_
you didn't get much chance to talk to seungcheol last night, but when you wake up on the guest bed the next morning, you can see him as soon as you open the door. he's sitting in the balcony, sipping a cup of tea, reading a newspaper, his glasses sitting prettily on his nose.
"morning," your voice is still raspy in spite of your sleep being perfectly fulfilling.
he turns to look at you, his gaze uncharacteristically soft, much different from how he sees you at court.
"hi. tea?"
you nod, and wobble over to sit next to him. the tea clears your throat a lot, and you can finally open your eyes wide enough to see the glorious view from his balcony. so you soak in the nature for some time, while seungcheol buries his nose into the newspaper again.
"i didn't know you were a father."
seungcheol hums. "did you like them? my girls? they liked you a lot."
"can't help but not like them. they balance each other so perfectly- as if they're your twin personas."
"that's deep."
"but it's true."
seungcheol chuckles and goes back to his newspaper. the morning air hits your face and you feel so much more alive than you'd normally do on a thursday morning. "when do you have to get to work?" he asks you.
"i still have about an hour and half left."
"will you go home and then-"
"yeah. the office is really close to my place, like a minute's walk. so i'll leave soon, don't worry-"
"you'll stay for breakfast." seungcheol says firmly. "the girls will want to see you before you leave."
and you can't turn that down. so you simply nod in agreement, carefully taking a look at the man sitting across you. seungcheol at home is so unimaginably different from seungcheol at court. if he's fire in the courtroom, then he's water at home. he's cold and practical in the real world, but with his daughters, he's the most gentle person you've met. something about the soft smile he gives when he indulges his girls. something about the way his eyes light up whenever they talk to him about anything, even if it's trivial. something about the way he's taken care of you since last night, not just giving you a shelter during a terrible night but also giving you so much warmth from his personal life. it's all made you see a completely different side to seungcheol than you'd met at the courtroom, and it's changed the way you've grown to see him completely.
now you know that seungcheol was not harsh to you that day at lunch, he was simply being realistic. his cockiness and arrogance is just self-confidence, it doesn't define who he is as a person. and he's still a man you can look up to and admit, without shame, to yourself that this is the ideal man in your eyes.
your phone pings right then, and you open it to see the mail that's arrived.
the cup of tea almost slips and falls from your hands as you jump up in your seat in joy. seungcheol looks up at you in alarm, "what happened?" your smile is bright, just like the sun this morning. "i have an emergency at work, i'll have to leave now! please say goodbye to sol and byul from my side!" and you rush into your room to change into your clothes from last night, still damp but at least cleaner, and you literally run out of the house, waving and thanking seungcheol again and again, leaving him very very confused indeed.
_
seungcheol feels incredibly at peace the next day when he walks into the courtroom. even though you'd disappeared suddenly like that without any explanation, he's quite sure that he's back in your good books. not that it matters much- because what really counts is how he's feeling about himself. and after many years, he's feeling good. the usual guilt that engulfs him as a whole every day as he wakes up to face a new morning, isn't bothering him. he feels like he's achieved something, he's done something right, and he's going to get better from now on.
but as soon as he pushes open the doors of the courtroom, he feels like he's missing something out. everyone on his side of the bench seems flustered as hell, papers rumpled and expressions distraught. but he doesn't get an opportunity to ask what's going on because you catch his attention first.
"seungcheol, can we talk for a second?"
"not right now, i have to talk to my team-"
"this is urgent. you'll want to hear this, i promise."
seungcheol lets out a long sigh as he takes in your words. there's a crisp confidence in your words today that intrigue him. "okay go ahead," he finally replies.
"in private, if you please." he follows you wordlessly out of the room, and you lead him out towards a small isolated office in the corner of the building, that's totally deserted. seungcheol leans back against the closed door, completely silent as he waits for you to settle your papers and finally look up at him.
"so what's this about? you wanna kiss me or someth-"
"you're going to lose the case today. i've found enough evidence to prove the absolute guilt of KNT, and the ceo will go to jail by the end of the court session today."
"you're bluffing me."
"i can show you the evidence, but i'd rather you'd see it in court."
"then why are you telling me this now? to pity me?" seungcheol's mouth fills with bile as a dread settles over him. the tables are turned- now he feels as rattled as he had seen you feel that day at lunch. what if you're being serious right now? what if you've actually found incriminating evidence? but he's gone through all potential sources of evidence with his client, left no stone unturned to hide all tracks-
"so that maybe you can step off the case in time. do you really want your daughters to find out you've been defending your client for so long knowing you're defending a criminal?"
seungcheol's heart skips a beat.
"do not bring them into this."
"i'm not bringing anyone into anything. this is just me being nice to you because i know what it feels like to be disappointed by someone you look up to."
"do you hear what you're saying, y/n?" he takes two steps closer to you. "this is borderline blackmail. i don't even know if you're bluffing or not, and you're already blackmailing me using my daughters. have you fallen to the same crude level i'm in? are you going to disappoint me like this?"
his words have the expected effect on you. he can see your cheeks flush pink. "seu-seungcheol, don't twist my words." you take a step back, your back straightening as he sees confidence seep back into your face.
"and maybe you should stop worrying about my morals and worry more about how badly you're going to lose the case. from next time, don't make rookie mistakes." your finals words, before you leave the room, ring in his ears and cause goosebumps to erupt all over his skin.
as soon as you're gone, seungcheol slams the desk in front of him, his brain running at a hundred miles an hour. what might have slipped from his sight? what might he have missed? he immediately calls the ceo of KNT enterprises.
"what have you been hiding from me?"
"oh? mr choi, what happened to greetings? good morning to yo-"
"nothing's good about today morning, mr kim. what have you been hiding from me? i'm not going to ask you again."
"nothing! i've bared my entire soul to you for the case."
"mr kim, there's a fresh piece of incriminating evidence that's been found, and i cannot do anything to stop mrs hwang's lawyer from submitting it to the court unless you tell me what it is exactly."
"mr choi, you're mistaken, there's nothing left to be wiped-"
"the first rule of a client and lawyer relationship," his voice is seething and snarky, volume rising with each word, "is that you should never lie to your lawyer." seungcheol knows if mr kim was in front of him right now, he'd be quaking in his shoes. he can imagine a similar situation on the other side of the phone too. he knows he's intimidating enough when he wants to be.
"i didn't think it would be important-"
"you're not the person to judge what's important and what's not, mr kim."
there's a sigh and the voice becomes shaky.
"there's an outstation branch..."
_
the case ends unceremoniously. there are no paparazzi waiting for you outside the courtroom, ready to capture your life's first win. there are no cameras flashing on you, no historic moments being documented, no crowds gathering to celebrate this win for the masses.
there's just seola's happy tears and a wildly beautiful feeling of victory in your heart as realisation ultimately sinks in for you. it's a clean win- the evidence showing unmatched proof of orders coming from KNT to mr hwang, detailing all sorts of illegal activities and even records of payments being made to mr hwang. it's really crazy how it's not been eradicated cleanly already by seungcheol. clearly, either he or his client had underestimated you.
but you'd proven them wrong.
yoona's the only who comes to see you outside the courtroom after the win. there's a bright smile on her face as she hugs you and congratulates you. seola promises that she's going to take you out on a treat right now. other colleagues from your workplace call you to congratulate you on the win.
and yet you feel empty.
seungcheol's gone. he hadn't come for the trial. he'd not been in the courtroom for the final statements, his aide quoting something about a family emergency. he'd run with his tail between his legs, ashamed of his failure and finally realising his stupidity. this thought should be giving you satisfaction, but surprisingly, it doesn't. it leaves you feeling empty, still wanting something even though you've won the case just now.
but there's no way to reach out to him. you don't even have his number for god's sake, and it would be awfully awkward to go to his house. and what would you say? that you missed seeing his sad face in court when the verdict was announced? that you wanted to see if he'd be proud of you for winning the case? that you wanted to impress him by beating him in the case cleanly without any dirty tricks? so you go to eat out with yoona and seola, and decide to stop thinking about seungcheol any further.
_
it's about seven in the evening when you make it back to your tiny flat in a shabby part of town, the house dark as you'd left it in the morning after rushing home from seungcheol's place. you smile to yourself when you unlock your home using the password on the door, thinking of how you'd been with seungcheol's adorable daughters last night, and how much fun you'd had with them.
your bag falls from your hand as you open the door.
"seungcheol?!" your voice is a shaky whisper, shocked to see him inside your house. "how the fuck did you get in?"
he's still wearing the suit he'd worn in the morning, and yet he looks divine in the dim reflection of lights from the world outside the window.
"your password's your birthday. got it on my first try."
"and how do you know my birthday?"
he takes a step closer, his body towering over yours. "shhh. it's called knowing your opponent."
there's something so oddly intimate about seeing him in your flat, in the shadows of your home. the street light illuminates one side of his face, and you can't breathe because of how gorgeous he looks.
"why do you know my birthday, seungcheol? really it's not going to help you in any way-"
"it did help me get into your house."
you lightly pick up the bag from on the floor next to you, and you walk past him. "which brings me back to the first question. why are you here?"
you're purposely avoiding his gaze, the intensity making you feel things. there's a plethora of emotions in your heart right now- finally the emptiness in your heart dissipates as you can feel yourself surrounded by seungcheol. you're taking off your blazer, untying your hair, walking over to the sink to wash your face... but you can't ignore the way you can feel seungcheol's eyes on your back. his heady scent clouds your senses, and you feel weak in your limbs. first he's intruding your house, and now your heart too?
"i have a question to ask you." he speaks after a long time, when you've finally cleaned up and taken out a cup of strawberry yoghurt from the refridgerator.
"you could've asked me on the phone." you lean back on a wall, putting yourself as far away from seungcheol as possible in your tiny flat. he's in the darkness, you're in the light, but you're still feeling small and vulnerable under his gaze.
"i couldn't. it's serious." he starts walking towards you.
"seungcheol, if this is about me trying to expose your shit, i'm not going t-" seungcheol puts his hand on your lips, pushing you against the wall.
"fuck that. this isn't about that."
you cock your eyebrow, mumbling against his hand, "then what is it about?"
seungcheol doesn't answer at once, his gaze continuing to pin you against the wall, and a hand comes around you to trap you between his bigger body and the wall. "seungcheol?"
"answer me honestly, okay?" his voice is raw, slightly wobbly, and you're getting more and more curious. you nod slowly, encouraging him to say whatever's on his mind. but he doesn't say anything. a few minutes pass just like that- or maybe an hour. his scent makes you dizzy, you can't think of anything but how his big figure is over you totally.
"when you said you looked up to me in college... i know i ruined that image. b- but... can you... fuck. wait. canyoueverforgiveme?"
"what?" you ask, confused at what he just said. he removes the hand from your mouth, standing even closer than before.
"can you ever forgive me? will you let me show you a better side of me? can i ever get in your good books again?"
your breath stops for a second. why does this matter for him? doesn't he already know the state he's left your heart in since last night- ever since he'd brought you into his car, he's already been promoted to your ideal man again.
"show me a better side of you? what do you mean, seungcheol?"
he sighs for a second, before straightening his posture, becoming impossibly even bigger.
"will you ever see me as a man, y/n?"
your knees almost give in. the fuck is his implying? are you dreaming this? is this a fever drea-
seungcheol leans in and kisses your cheek, close enough to your lips, his breath falling on your skin, and making your body tingle. "will you let me show you myself to you like this?" on instinct, you tilt your head away to give him more access, your body shivering with the intimacy. so he kisses your cheek again, closer yet to your lips, and you turn your head slightly to capture his lips, but he moves away.
"y/n, don't leave me hanging please. i know you might find this odd... but i've come to feel things for you that i didn't even know remained in me. you're an extraordinary woman, one of a kind. in all my life, i haven't met anyone like you. not even my ex-wife. you don't know this yet but you're the ideal image of perfection i've always thought of."
then he stops talking for a second, clearly expecting an answer from you. but your mind can't form words, not with the way you have tunnel vision on his face right now, your eyes drifting to his pretty cherry lips, to his long eyelashes, to the beautifully expressive eyes you've fantasised about since your college days.
"y/n, say something please." his voice is desperate, and you break out of your daze.
"you're my ideal man too, seungcheol. you have no idea for how long." there's a blush creeping on your cheeks, but in the dim yellow lighting, you can see an identical blush rise on his cheeks too. so you lean in and finally kiss his elusive lips, feeling the taste of his chapped but pretty lips on yours, feeling the way his body steps even closer to yours, one arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him, and your body melts as you feel the warmth from his body. the kisses slowly grow in pace, the momentum rising, as he kisses you more and more hungrily, his tongue entering your mouth too, as he begins to bite your lips and leaves you breathless and moaning just from a few kisses.
"god, rookie. you sure know how to kiss."
"i know how to do a lot of things, seungcheol." you know you're bad at dirty talk, you've never really succeeded at it during your few college experiences of sex. but somehow, seungcheol's eyes roll back at your words and you feel his heartbeat quicken up too. maybe it's working on him?
you try to test your hypothesis by gently wrapping your hands around his neck, slowly untying his tie, slipping it to the floor. once it's off, you rub your hands all over his chest, feeling the pure hard muscle flex under your muscles. his breathing is as hot and heavy as yours, and you slowly untuck his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning it carefully.
"must you torture me like this, y/n?" his eyes are glazed over, but you look up at him innocently. "what, seungcheol?" "fuck it, you're such a tease, princess." princess. he pushes you against the wall and kisses you again, one hand wrapped around your hair as he pulls you in, and another hand helping you unbutton his shirt and get it out of the way. seungcheol doesn't stop kissing you even when he begins to unbutton your own shirt, but his hands wander all over the skin he slowly unravels. it's like his own adventure mission, the gentle but urgent way he touches your skin, almost worshipping.
"you're so perfect, y/n." you whimper when he cups your breasts from over your simple black bra that does nothing to flaunt your tits, but somehow seungcheol's appreciating it all. are you really his perfect woman?
"do you mean it, seungcheol?" your voice is so weak, but it takes seungcheol aback. "what do you mean, y/n? you don't think i find you beautiful? is that why i've been dreaming about you every night these days? is that why you're always on my mind? is that why i died and came back from heaven last night when i saw you with my kids?" your breath hitches as he tilts your face to look at him. "you're the most perfect woman i've ever met, i told you. you've gotta believe me, y/n. or do i have to show you?"
"maybe, yes?"
he groans at your words, and his eyes become darker. "fuck, where's your bedroom, babe?"
_
seungcheol's touch is like moonlight caressing the ripples of a pond at midnight. a soft, gentle touch that lights up every inch of your skin that he touches. as the moonlight kisses the water and makes it ebb and flow with it, seungcheol's movements guide your body too. he's laying you out on a bed, his hands wandering all over your skin. as he takes in your figure, you let him, because he's making you feel so good. he kisses all over your body, your limbs tangling as you can't get enough of each other. seungcheol is all muscle, his hard planes flexing against your supple skin. he pins you against the headpost of your small double size bed, one hand wrapped around your waist, and the other caressing your breasts, making sure there's not even a single inch of your skin that's left untouched.
"did i tell you i think you're perfect?" his words are feverish, and leave you lost for words. so you can't reply to him, hoping he gets the way you feel about him too through your desperate whines and moans, pulling him closer if he puts even a hair's distance between your bodies. something about him being so big and engulfing your smaller stature is so hot, you can feel yourself getting aroused by the minute.
"seungcheol, i w- want to... touch you," you finally whisper out, and he pulls away from where he's been kissing your neck. "but you are?"
you shake your head and shove him lightly until he's on his back, and you're hovering above him. he's still wearing his pants while he's stripped you naked, so you do the honours for him. "what are you doing," his voice is strained. "want to touch you there," you focus on taking his trousers off until he's just in his underwear under you- his bulge quite obvious to you. if you weren't wet enough earlier, seeing the massive wet patch on his grey boxers leaves your own underwear soaked. is he this aroused because of you?
seungcheol seems to read your mind as he brings your face towards his own, whispering with hot breath, "do you see what you do to me, princess? got me wrecked and ruined." his confession is so raw, you lean in to kiss him again. as you do, your hand wraps around his clothed dick, and he groans into your mouth. "fuck fuck fuck," he curses as you begin to rub it softly. "i'm going to cum right now if you do that- babe, p-please!" he finally gets your hand off his dick, eyes large.
and then you giggle. something about seeing seungcheol so desperate triggers something off in you, makes you more determined to ruin him. so you pull off his boxers and take his erect, red cock straight into your mouth. seungcheol's body trembles with surprise, your name leaving his mouth in broken moans as he cannot take the pleasure of your mouth sucking him off in an excruciatingly slow speed. and you don't stop, even when his hand comes around the nape of your neck to keep you in place, even when you feel his entire body tense up with the imminent orgasm. you don't stop until he comes inside your mouth, spewing string after string of his hot seed, and you swallow it all. his breathing is laboured as he watches you lick off the last bits of the orgasm from his dick.
but your self-satisfaction of having the upper hand only lasts for so long. seungcheol's competitive side kicks in soon and he quickly flips over to pin you under him on the bed, his teeth nibbling at your chest, leaving pretty hickeys all over.
"let me return the favour, darling."
you don't know what he means right then by return the favour, but never in your wildest dreams, did you think it would include seungcheol burying his face into your cunt, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue laps up your wetness.
"fuck! no- seungcheol- pl-please, cheol!"
"do you want me to stop?" he asks you, his face barely moving up inches from your pussy to look into your eyes.
you hesitate before answering, so he softly kisses your stomach. "tell me, princess."
"i've never done this before..."
"what? sex?"
"no. oral. like no one's ever gone down on me before..."
and seungcheol doesn't waste another minute. he uses his teeth to push aside your panties and inserts his tongue right into your sloppy cunt, and you scream out his name. he doesn't go slow, and you don't want him to go slow. he's showing you all the stars in the sky, so you grab onto his hair to move his head back to a particularly good spot, and he moans incoherently when you tug at his locks. and within minutes, you're reaching your high, your screams getting stuck in your throat as you close your eyes and arch your back off the bed.
thankfully, seungcheol gets his face out of your cunt and hovers over you to take in your writhing figure under the impact of the orgasm.
"so how was your first experience?" he asks you when you finally open your eyes and look at him, his lips smeared with your essence and his body.
"heavenly," you whisper, before pulling him into you, and kissing him again. you can get drunk on his kisses. he's leaving your lips abused and raw, but when he's spitting into your mouth, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, feeling the toughness of his back muscles shift under your touch. this position ends up making his cock graze against your clit, and you jerk in overstimulation. but you can feel how hard he's getting with the kissing and the way your hands are tugging his hair. the heavy length rests on your stomach, and seungcheol pulls away.
"need to be inside you now, princess." his words have this rawness to them- long gone is the smooth-talker lawyer choi seungcheol. it takes several moments for you to process that you've caused him to descend to this desperation.
"do you have a condom?" he asks you.
"hmm, i do." you point towards the dresser next to your bed, and he casually bends away to take it out from the dresser. you're getting more turned on by his easy flexibility, and as soon as he's got the condom rolled on to his dick, you pull him for kisses again.
"patience, baby," he laughs, as he pulls away again after kissing you, to nudge the tip of his dick on your folds. "nooo, need you now. need your lips." "did my kisses break you?" "i think so," your voice is a whisper and he leans in to kiss you again, a beautiful smile showing off his dimples.
and then he's slowly pushing inside you, making you whine out his name as you feel him stretch you. it's not an easy fit, but his kisses make the pain easier to bear. when a tear escapes your eyes, he asks you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, "is it very painful?" "not very but it's been a while." he leaves kisses on your hairline. "i'll be gentle, princess."
you grip his locks tighter, pulling his face away to make eye contact.
"you better not dare, choi seungcheol."
something breaks in him. his hips begin to move faster, as he pushes your hands above your head, holding them as if handcuffed, and he's biting hickeys all over your neck. he's thrusting harder now, and your second-hand bed is already making noises. but it seems to arouse you more for some reason. something about him shaking everything around you and moulding you and everything about you to him makes you want him more.
you can't stop moaning his name, as he whispers into your ear, "i can feel how close you are baby. can feel your cunt clenching around me." "pl-please, cheol. need you more, please!" "more? faster?" you nod feverishly, and he pulls away, biting his bottom lip in concentration, one hand gripping the bed, and the other your leg around his waist, as he fucks into you.
you take in his full form, towering over you like adonis. beads of sweat falling down his pecs and his hair falling into his eyes. the sight is so beautiful that you cum right then, even as seungcheol fucks you through the orgasm.
you can feel that he's close, his dick twitching inside you, as he's making your eyes roll back. even after one orgasm, he keeps fucking you. "give me one more, baby. cum with me." and then he shifts one hand to rub your clit, and you moan under the additional touch. the last straw is when you clench around him so hard that he lets out a strangled moan and reaches his climax too. you can feel the condom become warmer, and you tremble all over as you cum again because of that sensation.
when your eyes open again, seungcheol's pulled out from you, but he sneakily lets in a finger in between your folds and licks it clean.
"seungcheol?" your broken whisper makes him look up at you.
he smirks. "you taste like nectar, baby."
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seungcheol's insomnia doesn't let him get a full night's sleep on most nights. if he's lucky, he'll sleep for four hours at once, dreamless rest that leaves him fully charged for the next day. on other days, he'll stare into the night sky for hours, sleep eluding him. some nights he'll go to his daughters' room, and watch them sleep, his heart filling up with a warmth that's comforting like chicken soup. on other nights, he'll open his laptop, put on his glasses and finish his case files.
everyone wonders how seungcheol is so efficient at his profession. only he knows why.
but ever since you've come into his life, everything's changed.
he can no longer focus on work. he's distracted, making silly typing errors and forgetting details. but he's sleeping the best ever in a long time. he doesn't remember when was the last time he'd slept this well. it must've been before the fights had started with his ex-wife.
today, seungcheol sleeps for eight hours straight.
and he knows why.
it's because he's wrapped around you, your body melting into his under the duvet. your head's resting on his arm, but his arm doesn't hurt at all. your hair shines with the sunlight streaming in through the gaps between the curtains, but you sleep through the slight pouring into your eyes. you look particularly angelic today morning, and he feels his entire being shiver with the new-found affection for you.
you're his.
finally.
well, hopefully.
jeonghan had told him yesterday when he'd told him about his feelings for you, you've not been turned down until you've been turned down. so shoot your shot.
and oh, he had shot his shot. shot it too fast in fact. the clarity of the morning makes him suddenly worry if going straight into your bed last night had been too quick and you'll think poorly of him now. then there's the worry about you going to sleep without eating dinner last night- what if you wake up angry? another worry crops in his head as he realises it's a saturday. he doesn't have to go to work today, but you might have to. what if you get upset at him for not waking you up on time? the warm, glorious light in seungcheol's heart dims slightly as he realises you have so many reasons to turn him down.
so he lightly shakes you, whispering your name in your ear, until he feels you whisper out a soft five minutes. it makes his heart melt again, but he's more worried about you missing a work day.
"wake up, princess, you're going to be late."
as if hearing a magic word, you jolt awake, staring right into his eyes.
"late?! what's the time? fuck, it's nine-thirty!"
"it's saturday though. do you have work today?"
and then you fall back on his arm with a huff.
"saturday! of course i don't have work today. why did you wake me up!" you whine and turn around so that you're now snuggled into seungcheol's bare chest, your hair only slightly tickling him. the warm light in his heart shines bright again as he feels you cling to him.
"i didn't know if you work on saturday or not." seungcheol leaves a kiss in your hair, and you let out a satisfied sigh.
"now you know. never forget, okay? never wake me up on weekends."
never forget.
"i won't." another kiss in your hair. another sigh that makes his chest buzz. another kiss. and then you open one eye to peer at him, and he smiles at your cuteness. so there's another kiss, and then another, and then-
"stop!" you move out of his arms, giggling, your eyes finally open.
"i can't. you're too cute."
"shhhh!" you lean in to kiss him on the mouth, a gentle peck, and seungcheol takes the opportunity to wrap you in his arms again. "don't go far away." he's more serious that his tone implies, but somehow you realise that too. so you snuggle in closer, your head almost on his chest now. "i won't."
after a few long minutes of you being still in his arms, and him smelling your scent through your hair, you finally shuffle and pull him down so that his head is now resting on the pillow and you're resting your head on your palm, perched on the pillow using your elbow as support, looking down at him with clear fondness in your eyes.
"you're very romantic today, mr choi."
"do you not like it?"
"no. on the contrary, i love it."
at your words, he smiles, and you let out a fake gasp. "the rabbit has dimples!" and you attack his face with kisses, leaving him giggly and blushing as you smother him with love.
when you're finally done, he pulls your face in for a kiss and then you go back to your position to look at him from above.
"come lie down next to me."
"no this view is prettier."
seungcheol scoffs, hiding the way his heart is racing with your words. it's been years since anything barely romantic- a few dates here and there. but this is teenage seungcheol again, falling head over heels for a girl with a pretty smile and a cute way of speaking her mind.
"this view is the prettiest," he says and he's rewarded with your pretty smile again. so he spends a minute staring at the view, taking in your beauty.
you've not been turned down until you've been turned down. so shoot your shot. somehow jeonghan's nagging voice comes up in his head again and makes him remember that he's yet to ask you properly.
so he counts to three and says it.
"i like you, y/n. a lot. as i told you last night."
a strawberry latte blush taints your cheeks.
"and as i told you last night, you're pretty much my dream man, seungcheol. i've been crushing on you since my freshman year."
well that was easy.
"that long?" seungcheol feels his confidence cruise back, a smirk on his lips.
"don't laugh at me."
"i'm not. it's just unbelievable that you liked me back then. i wasn't even well off back then."
"who even cares about that! you were confident, manly, intelligent and passionate about your work. and so, so handsome. how could anyone not like you?"
"am i not handsome now?"
"of course you are, silly. that's why i still like you." you roll your eyes, as if it's so obvious. "i couldn't even date guys for a long time because i kept comparing them to you in my mind."
seungcheol's eyes go wide. "wait, really? that's kinda sad."
you laugh. "maybe, but who cares? none of them were nice in the end. that's why i kept going back to crushing on you." you lean in to kiss the mole on his cheek.
"how long has it been since your last relationship?"
"hmmm, about seven months? broke up before i graduated."
"and sex?" he hopes you can't see the way he's holding back his breath as you answer. "about a year."
and then he lets out his breath.
"and you?" you ask him, running your fingers through his hair.
he hesitates before replying. "nine years," his voice is weak.
and then you do what he's been fearing for so long.
you laugh.
"wow. that's like... that is long." but your expression changes into a serious one soon. "but you haven't lost any of your technique yet. so it's a win in my books. i don't even have to be jealous of anyone else. who was your last lucky lady?"
"my ex-wife." seungcheol winces as he mentally prepares himself for all the reasons you might turn him down.
but you don't. your serious expression remains even as you're surprised. "you were married? is she the mother of sol and byul?"
"yeah."
you nod your head slowly, digesting the information. after a second you say, "i can't fathom why anyone would leave you and your two perfect little girls."
seungcheol's smile turns bitter. "she did. but it doesn't matter. she's found a better life now, after moving away to the US with her new husband. and i've found a better life too, moving away from her."
you nod again. "you're very brave, cheol." and you kiss his cheek again, and seungcheol's heart swells at how maturely you've handled this conversation. but there's yet more reasons for you to reject him.
when you pull away to look at him again, you softly ask him, "are your daughters okay with the idea of you dating again?" dating. there are tingles all over seungcheol's body as you finally quash all worries from his mind. "i haven't explicitly discussed this with them," he says with some hesitation. "that being said, i think they like you a lot. you made a very strong first impression. and trust me, for ten year olds as stubborn as mine, a first impression is all that matters."
"they're just like you," you giggle, your hand fondly cupping his cheek. "but seriously. they like me as a friend... as your colleague. what if they don't like me as your... girlfriend?"
girlfriend. seungcheol wants to flip you down on the bed and make love to you all over again, but he resists his urge. he settles for wrapping his hand around your hips and caressing them. "they'll love you, princess. they've longed for a mother figure for long enough." after a pause he says, "i'm worried they'll not see you as a mother figure but as a sister."
you burst out laughing. "what?!"
"i'm much older than you, y/n."
"so?"
"i'm thirty-six, y/n."
"that's not old. i'm twenty-three."
seungcheol chokes on his own words. "exactly. i'm literally old enough to be your father, y/n."
"well, you'd have to become a father really really early then," you say, laughing.
"y/n, be serious."
"i am being serious. i've met men who're twenty but act like they're forty. what really matters is what you've got here-" and you poke at his chest where his heart's supposed to be.
"i'm going to die thirteen years before you!"
"darling, i don't think that's how death works."
darling. seungcheol's heart hammers against his chest as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. and then you pull away from him. "you're a dilf, seungcheol. that's like 80% of why i'm attracted to you. bet i wouldn't be attracted to twenty-three year old you." there's a teasing glint in your eyes, but seungcheol still whines as he feels upset at your teasing words. "babyyyy!" you laugh at his deepening pout, and lean in to kiss his pout in a peck, before getting out of bed.
seungcheol's mouth falls open as he takes in your soft curves which look even more alluring in the daylight. something about the way your ass sways as you walk makes his dick twitch in interest, but seungcheol curses himself. he can't be thirty-six and this hormonal, for fucks' sake.
you open the closet door to pull out a loose t-shirt and shorts, wearing them without any underwear. "do you want to stay for breakfast?"
a lazy grin spreads on seungcheol's face as he stretches his body in bed, relishing the way you ogle his stretching biceps, and he casually pushes the blanket away from his hips to reveal his toned stomach to you too.
"i want to stay for the rest of my life, rookie."
he's left with no doubt of reciprocation of his feeling as he sees the blush on your face as you hide and run from him at his cheesy words.
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I humbly submit a request for: heavy breeding kink Severus.
Cursed into Temptation is so well written, and the way you captured him as desperate and repressed with a need for dramatic release would just fit so well.
I hope this inspires you, but if you aren't comfortable writing it then that's all good too. ^-^
I hope you are having a nice day/evening :)
Claiming Whatâs Yours
Severus Snape x original female character
7.1k words+
18+ smutty Snape of the breed-kink kind đ€
Thank you to whoever requested this! I hope Iâve done it some justice and Iâm especially nervous since this is the first breed-kink fic I have ever written in my life đ«Łđ€Łđ«¶
For the longest time, Severus Snape didn't believe he should allow himself to feel the amount of pleasure he had experienced over the last few weeks. Falling for the new professor only a few months back was something he never expected, but the way they had gotten to know each other over most recent weeks was something he expected even less. He would be the first person to admit how nervous he felt at the beginning, how hesitant he was to give himself over to the way she made him feel, but in this short amount of time he also couldn't deny she had brought the side out in him that he had repressed for all these years. He had gone from feeling nothing for anyone to absolute infatuated obsession for her, and she was more than happy to oblige; emotionally, physically, sexually.
Desire was not a feeling Severus was particularly familiar with prior to meeting her, though he would be lying if he said it wasn't 99% of what he felt now. The constant urge and need to be near her, touch her, claim her as his own literally any chance he could get. She helped him discover more about himself than he knew before he met her. There was a time when he couldn't even entertain the idea of being alone with a woman in that regard, but now he was having a hard time thinking of anything but. He wanted her, needed her, so much so that he now found himself constantly consumed by the idea of forever being inside her. She audibly loved the way he throbbed each time his entire length slid all the way inside her with absolute ease, and he loved the feeling of her squeezing around him when she just couldn't take the pounding of his hips anymore.
It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed the intimacy at the beginning, but the last few weeks had been unlike anything he could have imagined. It all started when they had got so lost in one another one night that they hadn't even thought about using any protection. They had attended a Hogwarts ball and been kept apart for the majority of the night, occupied by different people wanting their separate attention, but they couldn't help devouring each other with their eyes each time their gaze met across the room. The door to his chamber was barely even shut after them stumbling through it before they were desperately tearing clothes off one anotherâs backs. Grunts and heavy breathing radiated off the walls, hands flying all over each other, and they didn't even make it to the bedroom. The kitchen table, the counter top, and the wall were just a handful of surfaces they found themselves pressed against or bent over, held to each one by the pinning of desperate hips. Fingers frantically skimmed over skin whilst teeth clattered together from the urgency of their kisses; the desire in their bellies aflame like never before. In all the excitement and whirlwind of their craved release, it had completely slipped their minds to use any form of contraception. Before they even had time to think, Severus was plummeting his hips directly into hers completely, without any barrier of protection, without even a safety-netting spell put in place, without a care in the world for the consequence. The fire that ripped through him as he reached his climax was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was clear that she reciprocated the feeling, but it was only after the panting between them both had calmed down that they had realised why; there hadn't been a single barrier between them, not a single thing put in place to prevent a pregnancy.
It was the constant chase of that pure release that started it first; the knowing that they could only feel like that if they were to risk conceiving again. Then it was that; the risk. They both knew and had admitted previously that they did not wish to have a child, but the danger of this drove their passions even more wild. However, it wasn't long after that, that Severusâ appetite for lust changed; the knowing that she was allowing, even begging at times, for him to release his sticky climax inside her in full knowing of the consequences both good and bad â good being that they could feel every pulse and clench of pleasure they caused one another, and even the once bad being that they may end up with child was now growing less and less of a burden â was driving him insane. To know she trusted him enough to have her this way made him feral. To have at one another like two animals in heat made him feel god-like, and to be this close to her with no barriers between them was becoming even more of a want, even more than a need, it was becoming an obsession. Every time he saw her, his mind was immediately riddled with how they could sneak away to their closest option; a classroom, a potions closet, anywhere to just have their way with one another, and as the days went by, they acted upon these urges like they were ticking off some sort of sex location check list â each place more obscene than the last. Their eyes would meet across a corridor, a hall, or a classroom, and they would both know exactly what the other was thinking; when and where could they do it again?
Today was no different; his need for her was so strong that last nightâs rough tumble in the sheets were almost a distant memory. They had crossed paths in the corridor earlier, Severus reached out his arm and purposefully brushed their fingers together, earning a faint smirk as she looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes fell upon a closed potions cupboard door and allowed his mind to drift to what they once got up to in there before and how he would do anything to have that right now. Even brief moments shared like these, especially when not knowing he would be seeing her again, sometimes left him wondering whether he should just lock himself away in his chamber, a potions closet, or even a staff toilet cubicle and get himself off so he could go about his day without the constant craving for release on his mind. However, nine times out of ten he would be won over by the knowing that to save it all for her would satisfy his desires much more; he went with the theory that he more he pumped into her, the more likely she would be to have his child, and to create something now as a result of their burning passion and want for one another would fulfil him more than he could ever begin to explain.
Severus spotted his chance for a brief few moments in between classes and immediately took the opportunity of approaching one of the older students, âGo and tell Professor Lillywhite that Professor Snape wishes to see her.â
The student obliged, as many would, afraid of the snide remarks they would get if they did otherwise, unless they were one of his beloved Slytherin students, of course. Severus walked back into his Potions Classroom and closed the door behind him, exhaling quietly as he began to put away the items that had been left out from the lesson before and muttering to himself about how lazy some of the students were at tidying up after themselves.
âYou wanted to see me, Professor?â A spine-tinglingly familiar voice broke the silence as his door opened.
âWill you ever stop addressing me like so?â Severus turned around with a brow arched.
âI thought you said that whilst we were at work, we should address each other asââ She felt herself blushing as Severus came closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
âAh, but there is a momentary pause between classes at present,â He dipped his head to whisper into her ear and kissed it lightly, âIs there not?â
âFifteen minutes?â She half giggled, placing her hands now over his large ones that were settled upon her stomach.
âDo you doubt me, Miss Eleanor?â He spoke against her neck this time and tauntingly dragged his lips down the side of it, and she could feel the unshaven scruff that was beginning to grow upon his face; they both were far too fond of fooling around in the bathroom in most recent days that he was scarcely remembering to even shave.
âNâŠNot at all, SeverusâŠâ She spoke in a slightly uneasy tone as a result of his lips now latched upon her neck.
âDo not doubt yourself to put me in a state where I am always ready to have my way with you, regardless of the place or timing,â He gently suckled on the crook of her neck for a few moments, one of Eleanorâs hands reaching up to tangle in his hair with a soft gasp before he spoke again, âAnd, most importantly, do not doubt my ability of planting my child, ourchild inside you even within those mere fifteen minutes.â His hands absentmindedly rubbed back and forth over her stomach.
âMmm⊠fifteen minutes, you say?â She smirked, tilting her head up to catch his eye as she played with his hair, âI would say that its more now like⊠twelve.â
The fire within Severusâ eyes lit immediately from her words, already feeling the arousing challenge in the pit of his stomach. Eleanor watched as the desire flickered in his eyes, instinctively turning herself around and wrapping her arms around his neck as he leaned down to urgently press their lips together. Severusâ hands moved immediately to her dress and began to rise it above her hips as he backed her into the utility cupboard of his classroom, their kisses becoming rougher with each step they took. Eleanorâs hands slipped from his neck to his chest and then the front of his pants, smirking as her fingertips found the bump in the material. Severus instinctively pushed his hips forward and whimpered against her lips, reaching down for one of her thighs and raising it so she could hook her leg around his waist.
âMmmâŠÂ already?â She grinned when her hand cupped his clothed erection, gently squeezing him.
âWill you ever lose the tone of surprise?â He responded, pinning her against the wall by his hips and trapping her hand between them in the process and letting out a soft groan from the added pressure of her hand against his crotch.
Eleanor smirked against his lips and made quick work of unfastening his pants, pulling the crotch open and continuing to kiss him as their breathing became more and more heavy. Every move was made with pure desperation and urgency; him hitching her dress up, her popping open every button on his trousers, him lifting her leg a little further up, her fumbling with his underwear whilst he attempted to reach for hers.
âNo underwear?â He asked as his fingertips slid past the hem of her dress, âGood girl.â
âI know how you like itâŠâ Her arms snaked around his neck, ââSir.â
Severus inhaled shakily from the tone of her voice and he reached between them, guiding himself with one hand and claiming her lips desperately as he thrust himself inside her. Eleanor squealed but knew she must be quieter than if they were in his chamber. Her leg squeezed around him and one arm raised above her head and against the shelf above as Severus wasted no time in pounding's hips upward, grunting heavily with each movement but continuing to kiss her feverishly.
âI should stand at the door as each person enters the castle and cast the muffliato charm upon them so we can have our way with one another at full volume.â He smirked against her lips, moaning in between breaths.
Eleanor could barely respond with words, so just let out a flirtatious giggle instead. She grasped onto one of the shelves overhead to try and keep herself upright whilst taking the urgency of Severusâ hips. The kiss broke briefly as she tilted her head back against the wall, but it didn't take long for Severusâ lips to find her collarbone, then her neck, kissing all the way up to her jaw before hungrily kissing her lips again with a merciless thrust that lifted her even further up the wall.
âYou kiss me as if you didn't just have me for your breakfast,â Eleanor whispered against his lips with a grin, her arms now back around his neck again.
âYou know that was just a tasteâŠâ He whispered back, gently tugging at her bottom lip between her teeth.
âOfâŠ?â Eleanor taunted him, tangling her fingers in his hair.
âWhatâs to come,â Severus inhaled sharply, readjusting himself so he could move his hips with more ease whilst breathing against her lips and emphasising each word with a powerful thrust, âAnd, fuck, do I need- to- cum!â
Eleanor moaned softly and squeezed her leg around him, lightly pulling at his hair as his hips relentlessly pounded upwards. Severusâ hand trembled against her thigh as he continued to hold it lifted at his hip, his lips now moving to her neck and harshly sucking at the skin to try and muffle the sounds attempting to escape his mouth. Their bodies shook against one another with desperate want for him to explode inside her and one of Eleanorâs hands even slipped to his bottom to urge him not to stop. Her other hand reached back up to grasp onto one of the shelves above them, knocking a few glasses into each other as her fingertips turned white from how hard her grip was.
âProfessor Snape?â A voice called after a few knocks at the classroom door, âProfessor Snape, Sir?!â The voice grew louder.
âHâHuh?â Severus forced his eyes open, his hips still moving.
âI have those papers you asked for!â The voice said through the door, âThe ones you requested to be placed on your desk before your next class!?â
âSeverus!?â Eleanorâs eyes widened, hanging onto him with her arms around his neck again.
âOh, for fuââ Severus grunted; he had hoped for the person to have given up, however, panic struck both of them when he heard his classroom door open, âShit- fuck-Â ugh!â He grumbled in frustration, unsure of if his heart or his cock was throbbing harder.
He placed her foot back on the floor and exhaled deeply, trying to tuck himself away and disguise his pulsing problem the best he could as he fastened his trousers back up. His breathing remained heavy as he watched Eleanor try and push her skirt back down so it covered her properly.
âStay. Here.â He spoke quietly but firmly, looking her up and down before turning to walk out of his potions closet.
âAh, Professor Snaââ The young, training Professor tried to speak before Severus cut him off completely;
âMy classroom, I speak first,â He snapped, trying to cover up his flustered expression, âI, for one, cannot believe that you think you have the right to burst into my classroom without awaiting my invitation.â He pointed his index finger at him.
âBut, Professor, you told me- asked me, even, to come to your classroom with the papers-!â The young Professor tried to explain himself, but Snape had passed the point of any explanation.
âPerhaps I did ask for you to return those papers to me before the start of my lesson, but what I do not recall is inviting you into my classroom without my permission!â Severusâ voice raised.
âBut, Professor, I knockââ
ââBut Professorâ nothing!â Severus was practically shouting at this point, his cock aching as it was forced to soften in his trousers, âYou barge into my room, you disrupt me, and now you throw excuses at me?â
âIâI am sorry,â The young Professor spoke in a shy tone.
âGet out.â Severus turned away from him, exhaling deeply.
âProfessor?â The young man blinked hard.
âOut!â Severus spun around on his heels, pointing at the door.
Without another word, the young Professor turned and walked out of his classroom, shutting the door behind him. Severus exhaled deeply and gritted his teeth in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb and brushing his palm over the front of his pants as he glanced down to ensure the obvious bump was gone.
âYou can come out now.â He cleared his throat, standing with his hands on his hips as he glanced around the room.
âThat was a bit ruthless, SeverusâŠâ Eleanor spoke almost shyly as she walked out of the potions cupboard, still adjusting her dress.
âYou know I don't like being interrupted.â Severus spoke flatly, turning to face her.
âI know,â She glanced at the door before leaning up to peck his lips, âIt was hot.â
âDonâtâŠâ He whispered against her lips, feeling her kiss go straight to his cock.
âNot enough time now?â She teased, looking up at him as she pulled back.
âAs much as I think you are more than capable of making me cum within seconds, I thinkââ He began until Eleanor placed her index finger over his lips.
âUsual place after hours?â She spoke in a seductively suggestive tone, raising her eyebrows.
âFuck, yes, please.â Severus spoke against her finger, nodding quickly, âIf I can last that long.â
âOh, you better,â She gave him more of a stern look, though a smirk crept upon her face as she walked to the door and she turned around to flash it to him, âI will know, Severus.â
Severus took a shaky breath and walked back behind his desk, gripping onto it tightly as he leaned against it, wanting nothing more than to have Eleanor upon it; legs parted and him between them, pounding away to his hearts content as she begged him to fill her up with his warm, sticky release.
âNo,â He told himself, shaking his head as he knew the students would be arriving any second, âNo time for thoughts like that. Just a few more hours and there will finally be no interruption. You can do this.â
The following hours felt like days and Severus was having to try his hardest to not make any mistakes throughout the lessons that filled them. How close he was to exploding inside her just moments before they were interrupted was painful, and it only made him long to be that close to her even more than usual. He wasted no time in heading in the agreed direction once the usual time was upon him, praying for the emptiness of the usual place.
He could feel his skin prickling with heat from the want of her, the need to fill her, as he walked briskly down the torch-lit corridors and then hurried up the steps in the way one would if they were being chased by a boggart. The Astronomy Tower after hours was one of their favoured locations, providing complete undercover silence until the area was filled with echoes of their own pleasure as Eleanor pleaded with him not to stop and Severus panted with desperation of reaching his climax inside her. The view of the stars from the top of the tower were a beauty to behold in their own right, but the stars they saw when their eyes squeezed shut and came apart as a result of their pounding hips were even more impressive. The sheer height of the tower made them feel like they ruled over the whole grounds when stood in their own heat after their desires had been met, like no one else mattered and no one could touch them; like no one in this world or any other had ever shared the closeness that they have when intimate with one another like this; no barriers, no preventions, just the two of them and the possibility of what could be created because of it.
He made his way to the top of The Astronomy Tower, and then he saw her. The whole beauty of the night sky encapsulated within her silhouette. As he approached closer, his eyes feasted upon the dress she was wearing â certainly not the same as earlier in the day. It emphasised everything he loved about her body.
âYou must stop forcing me to make such horrible decisions, my petâŠâ He whispered huskily into her ear from behind.
âIâm sorry?â Eleanor grinned, enjoying the feeling of his arms now snaking around her from behind as her hands remained held onto the railings in front of her.
âWearing things like thisâŠâ He pressed a singular kiss behind her ear, making her shiver, âI canât decide if I want to fuck you with it on or just completely tear it off.â
âMmmâŠâ She bit her lip, tilting her head to the side to allow his pathway of kisses down her neck, âMy apologies, sir.â
âKeep addressing me like that and this could all be over in a flash.â Severus half joked against the crook of her neck, kissing the skin delicately.
Eleanor giggled and turned her head, pressing her lips to his immediately. Severusâ arms tightened around her as he kissed her back and their eyes fell shut, each of them sighing softly against one anotherâs lips. Eleanor reached one arm behind her and into his hair, deepening the kiss as she tangled it between her fingers.
âIâve been craving thisâŠâ Severus spoke against her lips, pinning her to the railings with his hips, âGoddamn the power you hold over me, Eleanor,â He inhaled sharply, âTo fill you with my baby.â
âOur baby.â Eleanor squeezed her free hand over his against her stomach.
âI must have you,â He breathed heavily in between kisses, stressing his need by brushing his hardened, clothed cock against her bottom, âNow.â
Eleanorâs hand trembled over his slightly, kissing him hungrily, âTake what is yours, Severus.â
âAre you ready for me?â His voice was low, one of his hands now making its way up her inner thigh.
âIâIâm never not ready for you, sirâŠâ She breathed against his lips, feeling her thighs tingle slightly as his hand reached the very top.
The kiss broke with a soft gasp from Eleanor once Severusâ hand made it between her legs. Quickly finding that she was still wearing no underwear, his fingers wasted no time in starting to explore. Eleanorâs mouth fell open with a breathy moan and she hung her head forward, one hand against the railing and another in his hair, each grip growing tighter every time he taunted a finger inside her.
âMm⊠so good for me.â Severus growled lowly, using his free hand to reach between them and unfasten his trousers desperately, âBend over the railing for me, sweetheart.â
Eleanor did exactly as she was told without even a moment of hesitation, both hands now holding onto the railings in aroused anticipation. Severus removed his hand from between her legs and used it to hoist her dress up a little more so he could line himself up with her properly. Within seconds he had thrust himself inside her just like the many times before with such ease. Both of their mouths fell open to let out a breathy moan simultaneously, the closeness of how they had almost lost themselves in Severusâ potionâs closet still in the forefront of their minds.
âMm, don't hold back, babyâŠâ Eleanor exhaled, pushing back against him.
Severus sucked on each of his coated fingers but remained silent as he leaned over her a little more, pressing his lips to her ear and murmuring into it, âI wasn't planning on it.â
Before Eleanor had a chance to even think about a response, moans were leaving her lips instead from the heavy thuds of Severusâ hips slamming up into hers, his breath still hot against the back of her neck from his grunts. He moved his hands to place them over hers on the railings and squeezed them gently, his teeth now grazing against the skin on the side of her neck. Eleanor whimpered softly as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, feeling her body trembling beneath him already.
âI must apologise,â He panted against her neck, kissing her with each harsh thrust.
âAâApologise?â Eleanorâs voice shook, feeling the familiar warmth from before in the pit of her stomach as he angled his movements just right.
âThis may all be over faster thanââ He inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, âN-NormalâŠâ His cock gave an almighty throb, âAnd for that, I am sorry.â
It was true, the teasing beforehand, the situation they found themselves in, in the potions closet, the way they had to stop just before they got to the most crucial part, all this pent up release was making Severusâ trained self-control a distant memory.
âThatâŠâ Eleanor turned around, kissing him hard on the lips, âIs absolutely fine.â She grinned, moaning into the kiss as his relentless hips continued.
âYou must feel it with me,â He spoke shakily against her lips, removing one of his hands from hers and instead placing it back between her legs, massaging his fingers against her exactly how he knew she liked it, âCum for me, my sweet,â He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as his body began to tense up in pleasure, âCum with me.â
âMmhh-mm, Severus!â She gasped against his lips as he moved his fingers with more pressure and bucked his hips against her, his hair growing sweaty as he also tried to maintain the kiss.
âFuck, I need to cum,â He panted desperately against her lips.
âPut your baby inside me Severus,â She moaned, kissing him again, âPlease.â
âA-Agh, Elââ Were the only words he managed to strangle out of his tight throat, now burying his face in the crook of her neck as his release began to shoot inside her in desperate, sticky strings of bliss.
âYâYes, Sev!â Eleanor whimpered in delight, the mixture of his hips, fingers, and warmth filling her also brought her to her simultaneous climax.
Severus continued to drive his hips forward like some desperate animal and made sure his fingers continued to move in rhythm for Eleanorâs pleasure, too. Both of them drew heavy breaths in between moans and Eleanorâs hands trembled against the railing, biting her lip when she felt Severusâ lips tickle up the side of her neck.
After a few long moments, Severus took a brief step back and fastened his pants back up, meeting Eleanorâs eyes with a slightly red face once he looked back up.
âThat was nothing to be sorry for.â She giggled, pushing her dress back down over her hips.
âBlame how you look in that dress.â Severusâ lips curled up into a half smile, half smirk.
âHow so?â She tilted her head playfully.
âI didn't even want to get it off you before you made me..â He cleared his throat to try and insinuate what he meant.
âWhat I would like to know, Severus,â She stepped forward and leaned up onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, âIs how you can try to fuck me in your potions closet, actually fuck me over the railings on the Astronomy Tower, but can't bring yourself to say, what, âhardâ? âCumâ?â She giggled, pecking his lips, âBefore I made you⊠what?â
âEnough,â Severus spoke against her lips, trying not to rise to her playful taunting, âCome to bed.â
Eleanor didn't take any convincing at all, but continued to tease him on the journey to his chamber. The backs of their hands brushed against one another and their fingers briefly intertwined absentmindedly, their beating hearts still not at complete rest from their previous activity. The door closed behind them and Severus turned to kiss her lips as he locked it, sighing softly.
âHiâŠâ Eleanor kissed him back, placing her hands against his chest, âHave you thought about that word yet?â
âYou should know better than to tease me.â Severus squinted his eyes playfully, stepping further into the room.
âOrâŠâ She walked two fingers up his chest, âWhat?â
Severus raised one of his hands and took hold of her wrist, pulling her hand away from him and playfully rolling his eyes, âYou don't want to know.â
âWhat if I do?â Eleanor narrowed her eyes playfully, shaking her arm away from his gentle grip and watching as he walked into the kitchen to make himself a drink.
âMother of my child, must you taunt me so?â He mumbled and shook his head with his back turned to her, âWould you like a drink?â He looked over his shoulder.
âWhat did you just say?â Eleanorâs lips parted slightly.
âI asked if you would like a drink.â Severus shrugged, warming his hands around his own cup as he turned around to face her.
âNo, you know that's not what I meant,â Eleanor tilted her head.
Severus arched a brow, trying to play dumb.
âBefore that.â She raised her eyebrows.
âMother of my child?â Severus said nonchalantly, sipping at his cup, âDo you not like me addressing you like so?â
âOh, no, I do,â Eleanor felt a little flutter in her chest, âBut I'm yet to see a baby.â
âNoâŠ?â Severus looked at her inquisitively.
Eleanor pressed her lips together and brushed her hands back and forth over the flatness of her stomach.
âI hope you aren't suggesting I am not capableâŠâ Severusâ tone lowered, a scowl threatening on his face.
âAll I am saying is that nothing has happened⊠yet.â She shrugged.
âI do not think it would be wise to continue this conversation.â Severus placed the cup down on the kitchen counter and walked closer to her.
âWhy, are you suggesting that you are capable, Professor?â Eleanor bit her lip, her eyes tracing up his body until they met his.
âThat and more, Miss Eleanor,â He dipped his head so their lips were only millimetres apart and she could feel his warm breath against them as he repeated, âThat and more.â
âProve it.â She spoke equally close to his lips, âWhy do you think I wear this tight dress you like so much? Imagine it all stretched out because of what you did to meâŠâ
Severus parted his lips to speak but all that came out was a soft whimper, growing increasingly turned on by her words. He didn't care if he was about to be the first one who caved, he leaned in and urgently pressed his lips to hers, nudging his whole body against her from the force of it.
âThis dress, hm?â She kissed him back forcefully.
âItâs not the dress,â Severus panted against her lips, âIts the person wearing it.â
Eleanor let out a breathy giggle when she felt his arousal prodding against her stomach, snaking her arms around his neck, âMm, already?â
âThis baby isn't going to make itself.â Severus snarled against her lips and tugged at her dress, their lips smacking back together even harder this time.
âTake me to bed.â She whispered lowly against his lips, gently pushing him in the direction of his bedroom.
âWith,â He swiftly lifted her up into his arms bridal style, âPleasure.â
Thankfully he didn't trip on his way since neither of them let up on the kisses, her eyes closed completely and his only briefly open. The smell alone from his bedroom always brought back hundreds of memories for her; their first time, their last time, all the times in between, whether it was soft and gentle for hours on end or desperate and rough, this was the place above all others that they preferred.
His large four post bed was covered in silky black sheets and two pillows for each of them â she loved how he always personalised her comfort. Even to the way he delicately laid her down upon the sheets as if she were made of glass. Eleanorâs arms remained around his neck and she pulled him down with her, her hands now tangling in his hair. Severus placed both his hands at either sides of his head and lowered himself over her, their tongues now touching with each urgent kiss.
âOff,â He grunted, now pulling at her dress again, âIâve had you in this dress, now I must have you out of this dress.â
âBe my guest.â Eleanor grinned and pushed him off her gently so she could stand again and guided his hands to the zip on her dress.
She could feel his hands trembling in anticipation as he found the zip but gasped when she felt how urgently he pulled it down, peeling it off her skin. Eleanor made quick work of the buttons of his own clothing and each of them discarded their clothing on the floor until they were stood completely in the nude. She could already feel the warmth of his arousal radiating against her, curious fingers exploring each otherâs bare bodies as they made their way under his bed sheets despite caressing each other god-knows how many times before.
âOn your back, darling,â He whispered against her lips, kissing them lightly now as they laid on their sides to face each other, âI want to look at you while I am breeding you.â
âYes, Professor.â Eleanor obeyed, rolling onto her back and gazing up at him.
âWhat are you⊠to me?â He asked, looking down at her as he leaned over her.
âYour lover?â She asked after a kiss.
He then kissed her again and then spoke, âAnd?â
âYour mistress?â
âAnd?â
âThe mother of your child?â
His kiss was harder this time, his body now completely on top of hers, âAnd?â
âYours?â She rested her hands against his lower back, âAll yours.â
âYes,â He inhaled sharply as he pushed himself inside her, kissing her again, âGood girl.â
Eleanor lifted her legs to hook around him and allow him to slot himself between her with even more ease, moaning against his lips at the feeling of him filling her up again. Severusâ eyes immediately closed and he wasted no time in starting to move his hips, though kissing her with more meaning than desperation this time. Eleanor helped guide his hips as her hands remained at the bottom of his back, tilting her head to the side to allow his lips to latch onto her neck.
Barely even minutes in, and she could already feel his cock pulsing each time he thrust in and out of her, making her whimper out his name as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. His lips latched onto her neck and he sucked on her skin as if a vampire to his prey. Eleanor dug her nails into his skin and arched her back as his thrusts picked up a merciless pace, breathing heavily against her neck as she moaned out his name several times. The chanting of his name only made him strive to be even more rough with her, the headboard now sounding around the room as it slammed against the wall.
âFuck, SeverusâŠâ She gasped in pleasure, spreading one of her legs out completely to help ease the ever-growing pounding of his hips, âD-Donât you dare stopâŠâ
âTo stop would not be to breed you, my petâŠâ Severus spoke huskily into the crook of her neck and flicked his tongue against her sensitive skin before raising his head to look down at her beneath him.
Eleanor lost her breath as she gazed up at his animal-like form through her heavy eyes. She loved for him to claim her like this; make her his in his bed. Sure, sneaking around in potions closets and empty classrooms had a certain thrill to it, but nothing compared to how he had his way with her behind definite closed doors. His caresses would be so possessive, yet so gentle. Their kisses would grow more passionate than ever, barely even coming up for breath until they were blue in the face. He would always want to be above her â to assert his dominance and intimate protection whilst looking in her eyes.
âHâHarderâŠâ Her words were barely audible, the air in her lungs being pumped out by his hips.
âSweetheart, I plan on making you forget your own fucking name,â He leaned down to press a harsh kiss to her lips, almost as if in punishment for even questioning his performance, âWhen you can no longer walk,â He paused from speaking briefly as his hips bucked up against hers, âAnd only then,â She swore she felt his cock break through into her stomach, âWill I be satisfied that I have fucked you hard enough.â
âFuâŠâ Her attempt of words trailed off into silence as she felt Severusâ hands move down to her thighs and part them as far as they would go.
âWould that be okay, princess?â He spoke lowly, gazing down at her with her thighs spread wide in his grip.
âIâ I beg you not to stop, Severus!â She whimpered, âPlease!â
âWhat do you want me to do instead?â He narrowed his eyes, his expression screaming how aware he was of the power he held over her â power she willingly allowed him to have.
âClaim me, make me yours,â She rambled, throbbing with want from his now still hips, âFill me,â She inhaled sharply and quickly, watching as the fire in his eyes grew even more, âUse me as a place to release it all, SeverusâŠâ Her hands trembled, leaning up on her elbows, âThe one way you know you can me me truly yours.â
âAnd how might that be, hm?â He tilted his head, unsure how much longer he could hold himself back now.
Eleanor reached up and brought him down into a rough kiss, growling against his lips, âBreed. Me.â
Severus felt as if he could lose himself from that command alone, and, quite frankly, struggled not to. Instead, he kissed her back, but only once, before raising himself up a little further again with her thighs still in his grip and starting to plunge his hips up into hers as hard as he possibly could without breaking through the wall to next door. Eleanor threw her head back in pleasure, her mouth wide open in order to allow countless moans flow out. Severus hung his head forward, his now sweaty hair falling over his face and swishing back and forth in time with his thrusts. He grunted each time his length shoved all the way inside her, his hands growing clammy against her thighs as they remained in his grip. The pleasure surging through him made him feel god-like, knowing how Eleanor gave herself over to him like this with no barriers between them, the utmost wordless way of giving herself to him by begging him to put a child inside her and ultimately binding them together forevermore.
âOh, fuck, Eleanor,â He pressed his lips together firmly, feeling his hands beginning to slip, âYou are going to be the fucking death of me.â
âNot before you become the father of my child.â Eleanor replied breathily with her head still hung back in pleasure.
âYou want that?â Severus panted, never tiring from hearing him tell her.
âWhat gave it away?â Eleanor spoke as she raised her head again, catching his eye line.
Severus felt the heat in his stomach begin to rise and he suddenly dipped his head again, their teeth clattering as their lips crashed back together. His hands fell back to her sides again and her legs naturally wrapped themselves back around his body, keeping him as close as possible but still allowing the full thrust of his hips.
âSeverus, I have one questionâŠâ Eleanor spoke against his lips, pulling his bottom lip out slightly.
âWâWhat, now!?â Severus narrowed his eyebrows, unable to stop the slamming of his hips as if they were now moving of their own accord.
âWhy is it that you insist on black bedding when you know youâre going to cum so much that it's going to spill out of me and onto them?â She spoke seductively, smirking against his lips as one hand slid into his hair and the other slid down the back with her nails.
âMmmh⊠Jesus fucking ChristâŠâ Severus whimpered, feeling the pleasure starting to overcome him as a result of her words, âIâll just have to make sure I fuck you deep enough so that it all remains inside you.â
With that, he pushed himself even harder than he thought he could go, and within seconds he knew he was about to explode. He continued to drive his hips forward in rhythm with Eleanorâs moans, his own growing more and more high pitched and breathless as his orgasm continued to climb up his body like wildfire.
âSevâ!â
âEâEleanor!â
The feeling of Severusâ climax shooting inside her with each deep thrust was more than enough to tip Eleanor over the edge. Their kisses were completely clumsy, their tongues touching sloppily as their hips continued to move agains each other to desperately ride out their joint pleasure. Severus felt like fireworks were exploding throughout his body as strings of release continued to pour inside her, Eleanor now squeezing her legs around him even tighter to keep him as close to her as possible.
âSeverus, baby, mm!â Eleanor whimpered, her hand shaking in his clammy hair as she did her best to keep their faces in line with one another.
âOâOh, fuck, that feels so goodâŠâ Severus panted hard against her lips, still feeling the need to keep his hips moving despite practically emptying what felt like his entire bodyweight inside her, âSo goodâŠâ
âThatâs it,â She grinned, kissing him again as both of her arms wrapped themselves around him.
Severusâ hips very gradually came to a stop and he let out a shaky breath against her lips, smiling softly as the kiss broke. Their eyes met and the once lit animal-like desire in his were now replaced with genuine admiration and love.
âThat was unlike anything I have ever experienced,â Severus exhaled slowly, the both of them still struggling to catch their breath, âYou are everything.â
âYou do such a good job of claiming whatâs yours, Severus.â Eleanor spoke as he leaned down to kiss her.
âMine,â He spoke against her lips, âMine,â He spoke against her neck, âMine,â He spoke against her collarbone, âMine, mineâ He spoke against each of her breasts, lowering himself, âMine,â He kissed each of her thighs as his head disappeared under the sheets, and Eleanor lifted them up slightly so she could watch him this time as his lips brushed against her stomach, gazing up into her eyes, âMine.â
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Hi! Do you write angst stuff? If so, can you please write about something like s/o is from a normal, well educated, middle class family but her parents don't approve of their love because well you know, he is a pirate. Ace, Law, Shanks x f!reader please
A/N: This is only very loosely edited. Iâm sure theres plent of typos and grammatical errors. Forgive me! Characters: f! reader x Ace, Law, Shanks Cw: This is angst onlyâŠshould I make a part two with resolution? Also there are some harsh words exchanged in some of these. Just be mindful of that :) Total word count: 3k
Disapproval
Ace
You spotted Whitebeardâs jolly roger in the distance and braced yourself for the next few days. Ace was surely on that ship. He never missed a visit to your island. You knew it would only be a matter of time before youâd have to see him again, but you hadnât expected him to return so soon.Â
You watched the ship pull into port from the cliffside, trying to decide what to do. Ace was expecting you to be down by the docks when he arrived, as you always were. But you knew it would only make everything harder, and you haad been warned to stay away from the pirates due to theirâŠbad image.Â
You fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger as you thought. Ace deserved to hear the news from you. It was cruel, but hearing it from a local would be worse. With a stone weighing in your stomach, you rose from your place and started down the path to the port.Â
You loved Ace. With all of your heart, you loved him. But your parents were extremely affluent individuals in the community, and Ace was a pirate. He had plenty of other women on other islands to comfort him-women you tried not to think about too hard. But you couldnât spend your life waiting for the next time he came too you. He had his life on the sea, and your had your life on this island.Â
So when William Cleed had asked for your hand in marriage, you agreed. It was an arrangement between your parents, and William was a rather boring fellow. But he came from a good family, and he was kind to his servants. He was a good man. Plus, the marriage would solidify your parents position in the community and strengthen family ties. It was the sensible move.Â
âThere she is!â Aceâs voice rang out amongst the sounds of the portmen, and you found him at the bow of the ship, waving down at you.Â
You gave him a sheepish grin and small wave, the way you always had as the two of you waited for the gangway to be set. His grin made your heart swell, which paired with an instant pang of regret.Â
Unwilling to wait any longer, Ace jumped over the side of the ship, landing on the dock directly in front of you.Â
âMiss you, love.â His eyes gave a quick scan over your body, lingering a moment too long of your lips. âYou look good.â
You rolled your eyes, a smile dancing along your lips. âI bet you say that to all of your island girls.â
Ace wrinkled his nose at your comment. âOnly you. I tell you every time, thereâs no one else.â
âAnd yet you always leave.â You raised an eyebrow at him. This was a daance the two of you always did.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. âCome with me.â
âAce-â you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he only strengthened his grip on you, a smile still on his face.
âI know, I know,â he said with a sigh. âYou canât go and I canât stay. So we just have to keep dancing this dance we always do.â
You tried to pull away again, but he didnât budge. âAce, I need to talk to you.â
âI missed you.â Hiis lips were already on yours as he spoke the words.Â
You shouldâve felt guilty. You shouldâve tried to pull away, or push against him. You shouldâve tried to get away and preserve yourself and your fiance.Â
Instead, you melted into him. You couldnât help it. You ignored the reasonable part of your brain that was reminding you about your bethrothed. You would tell him about your engagement the moment you pulled away, you just needed to taste him one more time. To have your sense invaded by campfire, to have your mouth slightly numb and your hair a tangled mess from his fingers twining through them. Just this last kiss, and then you could say goodbye.Â
âWhat the hell is this?â Williamâs voice broke through the smoke that was fogging your brain, causing you to yank out of Aceâs grasp.Â
âWilliam-â you gasped, trying to think of a reason he wouldâve found you like this.Â
But William wasnât looking at you. He stepped infront you you, glaring directly at Ace. âYou pirates thing anything you look at is yours. Get the fuck away from her!â
The sharpness in Williamâs voice was something you had never heard before, and it caused you to take a step back from both of the men.Â
Ace blinked, confused and slightly disoriented from your kiss. His eyes found yours, asking for an explanation, but you simply adverted your gaze. You should have told him, but now your voice was gone.Â
Ace gave out a nervous laugh. âI donât understand. She was fine-â
âThe hell she was!â William shouted. âMy fiance doesnât go around kissing other men, especially not a pirate.â
The way he spit the last word made your cheeks heat with shame. You had never been ashamed to be seen with Ace or any of his crew before, but the Cleeds wouldnât be caught dead frequenting the same establishment as a pirate.Â
âFiance?â Ace barked out a laugh, but was quickly silenced. You knew he was looking at you, at the ring on your finger. âI-â
âWilliam, dear,â you interrupted quickly. âCan we just go?â
WIlliam finally turned around to you, his eyes instantly softening as he looked at you. He smoothed some of your wild hair and wiped some dirt off of your face. âDid he hurt you?â he whispered.Â
You shook your head. âNo. Iâm okay. I swear.â
Ace was staring at you, trying to get your attention. âY/N-â
âDonât say her name,â William growled, turning back to Ace. âDonât even fucking speak to her.â
âI can talk to her if I damn well please! Sheâs her own person!â Ace took a step toward you, but William stepped up to meet him, cutting you off from him.Â
âAnd my betrothed,â WIlliam hissed. âAnd my family will not associate themselves with your kind.â
You could see Aceâs temperature rise at that comment. You knew the look on his face. One that often happened when people in the bar spoke poorly of Whitebeard or laughed at someone in his crew. He was getting ready to loose his flames.
âPlease-â your voice cracked on that word, finally looking at Ace and all of the confused pain on his face. âPlease just let it go.â
William turned to you and relaxed, walking back to you. âYes, of course. Letâs go.â
He smoothed your hair again, gently kissed your cheek, and led you away from the docks. You didnât dare to look back to Ace, but you knew he was still standing in the same place you had left him, silently begging you to turn and run back into his arms.Â
Law
Trafalger Law had visited your island a few times and managed to stop in at your familyâs cafe every single time. And every time, your conversations went about the same.Â
âWelcome back! What brings you back to the island?â
âBusiness for the World Government,â heâd say with a straight face, staring at the menu.Â
Youâd give a nervous laugh. âRight. Classified, Iâm guessing.â
Heâd finally give you a smirk. âYouâd be correct.â
âAnything I can help with or give you insider information on?â
âJust a sandwich.â
It was at that point that youâd remember he stopped in for service, not conversation. Youâd quickly ring him up and make his order. He always sat at the bar near you. At first, he didnât seem interested in making small talk with you, but after the third or fourth visit, the two of you could talk through the entire meal without any awkward pauses or lulls in conversation.Â
And without fail, everytime he left, your mother would stick her head out from the back room and click her tongue in disapproval.Â
âYou shouldnât be so kind to men like that. Heâs a pirate, you know. Heâll take you hostage and not think twice about it if it benefits him.â
âHeâs a Warlord, you know. Sanctioned by the World Government,â youâd always say back.Â
Sheâd scrunch her face at that comment. âJust means he can get away with it.â
The two of you would roll your eyes at the otherâs remarks and get back to work, but those golden eyes would stay in your mind for the rest of the day.Â
One day, Trafalgar Law came into your shop twice in the same day.Â
You couldnât help but smile at him. âBack for the World Government Business? Or just a sandwich for the sea?â
âNeither,â Law said. âItâs actually a personal matter.â
Your heart began to race at his words. âOh? And how can I help with that?â
Law looked back at the door as if he wanted to run, but his crewmates were blocking the exit, staring at him expectantly.Â
He turned back to you, watching you carefully. âAre you busy tonight?â
It took a moment for you to process his words. âTonight? UhmâŠno, I donât think so.â
âIâll meet you here at seven, then.â
It felt like all the air had gotten sucked out of your lungs. âWhat?â
âFor dinner.â He started to walk away, and then froze. âI mean, if you want to.â
You gave a nervous laugh. âDo you even want to?â
He quickly turned to face you, and you could see the calculated panic across his face as he realized his communication errors.Â
A smile spread across your face as you watched him try to fix his mistake. âIâll see you here at seven. Donât dress up too fancy, okay?â
He gave a quick nod and then slunk out of the building. You couldnât help but laugh at his awkwardness. You hadnât seen that level of communication issues from him since his first lunch.Â
Thankfully, you didnât have to hear anything from your mother. Her and your father were away for the day, working an event on the other side of the island.Â
You closed the shop quickly and ran home to change into anything but your work outfit. Law had seen you in that enough times.Â
Law was already waiting for you as you approached the bakery again, and gave a smirk when he saw you. âI was starting to worry you wouldnât show up.â
You flashed him a smile in return. âAnd miss a evening out with a pirate? How could I refuse!â
He rolled his eyes at your enthusiasm. âDonât get your hopes up. Itâs nothing big. Itâs just-â
âY/N?â Your fatherâs voice made you freeze in place. Even Law stopped speaking mid-sentence.Â
You quickly spun around to see your mother and father standing in the path. âYou guys are back early!â
Law turned around as well, slower and more disinterested in the conversation. But you saw the moment your mother recognized his face. How her eyes bulged out her her face for just a moment. How she whispered to your father.Â
Your fatherâs eyes widened aat your motherâs indistinguishable words. âYouâre coming home right now,â he said to you.Â
Plastering on the fakest smile you could, you willed yourself to speak confidently. âIâm actually just on my way out. Everything is okay at home, though.â
âListen here, girl-â Your father strode up to you in five quick steps and grabbed you by the arm. âIf you donât come home this instant, you will have no home to come home to.â
âFather-â
He tugged on your arm. âNow.â
âGo,â Law said, already turning around and heading down the path without you. âIâll see you tomorrow for lunch.â
âYou will not!â Your father screamed after him. âYou and your crew arenât welcome in my shop! All you bring is trouble!âÂ
Law didnât respond as he kept walking, so your father turned his rage to you. âIf you ever see him again- If you ever try to go out with him again- You will be no daughter of mine. Is that understood?â
You glanced down the path one last time to see Law vanish out of sight. âUnderstood,â you whispered.Â
Shanks
âRun away with me,â Shanks whispered between kisses. âYouâre too busy here.â
âI have to stay.â You managed to get the words out before his lips came crashing back onto yours.Â
âYou donât have to,â he argued. His goodbyes were always like this.Â
You pulled away from him. âJust like you donât have to go.â
âIâll be back.â He gave you one last kiss, and then he was gone.Â
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Your mother clicked her tongue in disapproval as you stumbled back in, still drunk from the wine and Shanksâs lips.Â
âThat man is a walking bad idea,â she warned. âI told you to stay away from sailors. Theyâre bad news.â
âShanks is a pirate,â you mumbled without thinking. âThatâs a totally different profession.â
âWhat?â Her sharp eyes cut over to you, fire burning from your words.Â
You were in for it now. You let out a groan and stumbled up the stairs, but your mother was quick on your heels.Â
âMe and your father have set you up a good life. You have a good job for now, your on track to be the first graduating student with high-â
âI know!â you shouted. âMy life is perfect!â
âIt is!â She shot back. âAnd we have worked tirelessly to ensure that. So Iâll be damned if you ruin our hard work because of-â
âHe offered to have me join his crew, you know.â The mischief in your eyes cut her off mis word, her mouth still hanging open in shock. âMaybe Iâll take him up on it next time!â
With that bombshell, you slammed your bedroom door shut.Â
âHeâs a filthy pirate!â Your mother screamed through the wooden door. âHeâll use you until he grows tired, and then he will dump you off just like every other girl!â
âBetter being stuck on this damn island!â you shouted back, but your mother had already stormed back down the hallway.Â
You shouldnât have threatened your parents. You shouldnât have mentioned leaving. You shouldnât have even told them about Shanks in the first place. Because your parents held onto things; let them fester. Their rage never left them, it just sat dormant until they needed to call upon it.Â
That rage didnât manifest again until you saw the red-hair pirated sailing into port. Coincidentally, it was the same day that your professor had assigned a huge research project. Upon arriving home, you found that you were to prepare the meals for the family for the next week since the chef had taken a vacation, and that your parents has volunteered you to work the summer camp that helped the underprivileged island children.Â
âI know what youâre doing,â you whispered to your mother while chopping vegetables one night. âIt wonât work.â
âI havenât the slightest idea what youâre talking about dear.â She gave you a false smile and returned to her book. âI could use some more tea.â
You had plans to sneak out after dark, but your parents stayed in the foyer until the early hours of the night. Between school, volunteering, making dinner, and working on your project, you never could stay awake longer than them.Â
You knew what they were doing. Severing your relationship with Shanks and his crew was the best way to keep your familyâs reputation pristine. But you had to see him once before he left. Just once.Â
You stayed up all night to finish your project, and finished all of your dinner preparations before you went off to your volunteer duties. Dinner was finished and ready the moment your parents got home.Â
You served your parents, ignoring your motherâs glare that you hadnât set the table for yourself.Â
You took a deep breath. âIâm going out this evening with some-â
âNo,â your father said. âSit and eat with us. We are a family.â
âIâm going to eat with some friends.â
Your mother raised an eyebrow at you. âWhich friends?â
You began walking towards the door. âEnjoy your meal.â
âY/Nâ Your fatherâs voice was like a blade across your skin. âSit and eat. You have things to do afterwards here at home.â
âIâll do it when I get back.â
âSit. Down.â There was the rage you remembered so well. The piece of him that required you to be perfect. Obedient.Â
You sat down at the table.Â
You resisted the urge to shy away from his glare as he spoke. âYou will not go out tonight.â
âItâs just for a few hours. I need-â
âYou need nothing,â he snapped back, immediately silencing you. âI will lock you in the cellar before I allow you to galavant around the town while pirates are in town.â
âBesides, we saw that red-haired young man in the market earlier,â you mother cooed. âSeems he found another doe-eyed girl who was stupid enough to say yes to his offer. Im so glad you moved on from that fantasy and are focusing on whatâs actually important now.â
Your heart stopped in your chest. âYouâre lying.â
She gave you a wicked smile. âIâd sayyou could go see for yourself, but it seems you shall remain on the property. For your own safety, of course. And since we will not allow such filth in the house, weeâre at an impasse.â
âYouâre lying,â you said again. You could feel your body shaking, your eyes welling with tears. But you couldnât stop yourself.Â
What pity your mother looked at you with. âIâve told you dear. We donât socialize with animals for a reason.âÂ
Your father gave a thoughtful nod, as if your mother has actually said something profound. âWell, not that weâve got that covered, why donât you tell us about the research project you have for Professor Kiamari.â
âI think-â you stood from the table, almostknocking over the chair. âI think Iâm going to go work on that right now.â
âI think thatâs a swell idea,â your father agreed. âAnything less than perfect-â
âIs a failure,â you finished.Â
âAnd we didnât raise a failure,â your mother said.Â
With a weight crushing on your heart, you receded to your room wondering if Shanks had even realized you werenât around anymore.
Part 2 by request :)
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sol's masterlist âïž 2nd grade shouldn't be as scary as it felt, but sol was quite used to things feeling scarier than they seemed to feel to other people. even if her parents weren't worried for her growing anxiety, though, ingrid was. [sol is 8 in this, and ingrid is 16] warnings: descriptions of anxiety + symptoms of anxiety.
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Your chest felt tight, tears falling quickly down your face as you sobbed into your pillow. Fear was gripping you, making it so that you couldnât breathe right. It wasnât a new feeling, it was one youâd experienced before, though you couldnât quite put a name to it. You felt sick, sicker when you remembered what the following day was. Youâd only been able to get a few hours of sleep before the feeling woke you up, and soon after, you were trembling in your bed, clutching tightly to SnĂž.Â
The feeling was becoming overwhelming, and you were suddenly worried you were going to throw up or stop breathing or something. It was this terrifying thought that had you pushing the covers back, and creeping out of your room. You went down the hall, passed your parents room as quietly as you could, before you pushed Ingridâs door open.Â
âIng?â You whispered, the low volume of your voice not disguising how shaky it was. The light clicked on, and your sister sat up in her bed, hair all messy. She blinked at you groggily, and you took a tentative step closer. âCa-can I sleep in here?âÂ
Your sister seemed to wake more, concern replacing the sleepy expression on her face. âOf course you can.âÂ
Sheâd barely gotten the words out before you were scrambling forward onto her bed with her. Ingridâs arms were already open, and you curled into her, allowing her long arms to wrap around you. This was where you undoubtedly felt safest, and it wasnât surprising when the bad feeling dulled, just a bit.Â
âSolstrĂ„le, youâre shaking.â Ingrid murmured, frowning at the quiet whimper you gave in response. âWhatâs wrong, huh?â She wondered, tucking your head under her chin and rubbing your back.Â
You were sniffled, hiding your face in her neck and gripping her shirt in your fist as you snuggled even closer. ââM Scared.âÂ
âWhat are you scared of?âÂ
Only here, in the dark and curled up against your favorite person, could you admit what was really terrifying you. âDonât wanna go to school.âÂ
âSchool is scaring you?â Ingrid wondered, not knowing you to have struggled with this in the past.Â
You nodded, the steady thumping of your sisterâs heartbeat in your ear grounding you.Â
âWhy?âÂ
A shrug, this time, with you only speaking when Ingrid tried to extract your face from its hiding spot. âDonât know. Just scared.âÂ
You really didnât know. No matter how much you tried to figure out why you were so terrified, nothing came to mind. There was no explanation. All you knew was that this feeling was sticking around, and youâd do just about anything to get rid of it.Â
âIs someone at school bothering you?â Ingrid asked, her voice dropping to anger at the mere thought.Â
âNo.â You werenât lying. Sure, the kids at school could be mean sometimes, but your biggest bully lived at home with you. You dealt with her every day, and the mean kids couldnât hold a torch to your mother when she decided sheâd had enough of you. The social aspect was a stressor, for sure, but it wasnât the cause of the pit in your stomach. âItâs⊠itâs new. Itâs different.âÂ
âItâs not new, not really!â Ingrid tried to rationalize. âItâs the same school, youâve been there before. You know how everything works. Thereâs nothing to be afraid of.âÂ
âItâs still new. A new year and a new teacher and a new class and new people and⊠I donât wanna go. I want to stay here. Please.â You looked up at your sister, eyes wide and watery, and her heart truly broke. She hated that you were so upset, and she hated that she didnât have the power to tell you that you didnât have to go.Â
âSchool is important, SolstrĂ„le. Youâll be okay once you get there, I promise. Itâs just the anticipation thatâs causing you trouble.â Her voice was encouraging and kind, but you were merely puzzled, the word being unfamiliar to you.Â
âWhat is anticipation?â
âItâs like the waiting before something happens. Itâs always worse than whatever actually happens.âÂ
âWhat if itâs not better once I get there?â Ingrid was the person you trusted more than anyone in the world, but even she couldnât put your nervousness to rest with just a few words. It was too intense for that to work.Â
âYou go to the nurse, and you tell them you donât feel well, and theyâll call Mamma. Sheâll come get you, and we can try again tomorrow.â Ingrid explained rationally, believing herself that youâd be completely fine once you got to school.Â
âMamma wonât come get me.â You murmured. At this point, Ingrid was used to the tension between you and your mother, and she knew that, likely, you were right. âShe has a meeting with your manager. Pappaâs taking me in the morning because sheâll be gone all day, and then heâs going to work.âÂ
Your sister remembered now. She was supposed to pick you up after school, because no one else would be home. When her mother had told her, sheâd been a bit sad; it was your first day of school, and neither of your parents seemed to care very much.Â
âThen Iâll come get you.â Ingrid promised, making a mental note to cancel the plans she had with various friends, and the lunch date she was supposed to go on. If no one else would be there for you tomorrow, then she would make sure she was.
âReally?â You asked quietly, glancing up at her hopefully, and then looking away quickly, as if your hope would jinx it.Â
âPromise. You promise me to try your best to go and stay, and if you donât feel better by lunch, Iâll come get you.âÂ
Until lunch was a long time. A whole morning with the icky feeling in your stomach didnât excite you, but Ingrid was already going out of her way to help, so the least you could do was accept her deal. âOkay. Promise.âÂ
âGood. Now itâs bedtime, okay?âÂ
âKay.â You mumbled, closing your eyes tight to appease your sister, though your tight grip on her shirt didnât relent. Ingrid turned the lamp back off and settled back under the covers, this time with you held close to her. She hoped that would be the end of it. When she woke the next morning, though, and you were already awake, staring at the ceiling with tears falling from your eyes, she knew it wouldnât be.Â
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Your hands were shaking as you brought the little spoon to your lips, and your tummy twisted at the thought of putting food into your mouth. Youâd managed a couple mouthfuls of cereal, but suddenly, it felt like another would make you sick that instant. Putting the spoon down, you reached for your glass of water, only your hand was still shaking, and the glass slipped from it, shattering back down onto the table. You jumped, startled. The water quickly ran off the table and down onto your fatherâs lap, as he swore. You shut your eyes tightly, awaiting the inevitable yelling that was sure to follow.Â
âShit!â Your dad shouted, pushing his chair backwards and rising from his seat. His pants were soaked with water, and you knew he was wearing a new suit for an important meeting he had today.Â
âSorry!â You cried, grabbing a napkin and weakly trying to mop up some of the water. âSorry, Pappa.âÂ
âLook what youâve done!â He shouted, looking down to glare at you, only softening slightly when he saw your tears.Â
âIt wasnât on purpose.â You mumbled, shrinking into yourself in your seat. If youâd felt sick before, you felt like you might just curl up into a ball and die now.Â
âIt doesnât matter. You need to be more careful. Now I have to change, and youâre going to make both of us late.â Your father scolded, apparently oblivious intense distress.Â
âWhatâs all the yelling for?â Ingrid wondered, walking past her father as he stormed upstairs to change. You were crying silently, cleaning up the water as best you could. You didnât respond to Ingridâs question, though your dad did stop and turn to address your sister.Â
âYour sister is being clumsy, again. Can you take her to school, Ing? I have a meeting and Iâll be late if I take her.âÂ
âYeah, I can.â Ingrid agreed easily, still looking between you both with uncertainty.Â
âBut⊠youâre supposed to walk me to my class and help me find my cubby. Itâs my first day. Mamma said, youâre supposed to come with me.â You whimpered, your lower lip wobbling.Â
âI donât have time for this.â Your father sighed, turning around and walking out of the room without another word.Â
âPappa,â you called after him, really starting to panic now at the thought of having to manage everything all by yourself. Your Mamma had promised that Pappa would come with and help you get to class. It was the only thing that had stopped the absolute tantrum youâd thrown the day before when she told you she had to go to a meeting instead of taking you. You started to cry, for real now, bringing your hands to your face and instinctually trying to swallow your tears, to no avail.Â
Within a few seconds, though, there were hands on yours, pulling them away from your face, and you opened your eyes to see Ingrid kneeled in front of you. Unlike your father, Ingrid was deeply concerned with the way you were acting. It seemed to her to be more than just the regular first day butterflies; you were properly panicking now.Â
âDonât want to go, Ingrid, I canât do it by myself,â you sobbed, leaning forward until your sister wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a nice, tight hug.Â
âShh, shh.â She soothed, running her fingers through your hair, noting that your father hadnât even bothered to put it up into a ponytail like he was supposed to. âYou wonât be alone, Iâll take you in. Weâll find your cubby, and meet your teacher, and everything will be fine, SolstrĂ„le.âÂ
Leaning back, you looked at your sister skeptically. âReally?âÂ
âOf course!â Ingrid said with a smile. She wiped a few tears from your cheeks, and straightened your shirt. Checking the clock, on the counter, she made an executive decision. âLetâs get your face rinsed off, and your hair braided, and then Iâll take you.âÂ
With your hand in hers, Ingrid brought you to the bathroom, and for the first time that morning, you thought that things might be okay.Â
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You walked into the school like you were heading for your own funeral, trudging along and dragging your feet next to your sister. Ingrid stuck by your side, though, as sheâd promised to do, but the time for her to leave came all too soon. Seeing the tears welling in your eyes as the teacher called for everyone to say goodbye to their parents, she took your hand and led you over to the corner of the classroom. She knelt down in front of you, trying to seem relaxed and calm, hoping you could pick up on it.Â
âIâm gonna go now, SolstrĂ„le, but remember our deal?âÂ
âI remember.â You mumbled, scrubbing your fist over your eye, desperate not to cry in front of your classmates.Â
âOkay. Just try for me, yeah? Until lunch, and if youâre still feeling nervous, go to the nurse and have them call me.â You nodded dutifully, leaning forward for a hug. Ingrid gave you one, squeezing tight. âJust try your best for me. I know you can do it, yeah?âÂ
âOkay.â You didnât think you could do it. In fact, you were almost sure you couldnât, but disappointing your sister wasnât an option, and surely sheâd be disappointed if you didnât hold up your end of the deal.Â
âI love you. Iâll see you soon.â Ingrid said, kissing your forehead and giving your hand one last squeeze.Â
âLove you too.â You watched your sister leave, feeling the lump in your throat grow as she headed out the door. You sat back down at your desk, fiddling with your pencil case instead of talking like your classmates were doing.Â
Pausing in the door to look back at you, Ingrid had to force herself to continue to walk out of the room. You looked so small, sitting at your desk all by yourself. Too shy to talk to your classmates, having found yourself in a class with none of your friends this year. There was nothing Ingrid hated more than seeing you crying, and sheâd have been lying if she said a few tears didnât slip down her face on her walk back home.Â
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As it was, Ingrid hoped deeply that she wouldnât get a call from the school. When she did, though, it wasnât a call that she was expecting, aside from the fact that it was still hours until lunch time.Â
 The nurse called your Mamma first. She didnât answer, and then the nurse called your Pappa. He answered, quickly instructing the woman to call your Mamma again, and then Ingrid if she didnât answer. He couldnât come get you, he explained. He didnât even ask to talk to you on the phone. Not even when he heard what happened.Â
It was your worst nightmare come true. The horrible feeling had just grown and grown and grown. You just wanted to go home. That was all you kept thinking, repeating it over and over to yourself.Â
Your teacher was going around the room, having each student introduce themselves and say a fun fact. You knew what to say. Your name, and then your fun fact, which was that your favorite color was green. Only, when the teacher called on you, and you opened your mouth, it wasnât words that came out.Â
Instead, you leaned over and threw up all over the ground. The class gasped around you, and a few of the boys began to laugh. You were mortified, sure youâd never been this embarrassed in your entire life. The teacher was trying to quiet the class back down, while walking over to you. Getting sick hadnât made you feel better, either. You felt just as icky, and even more embarrassed. The assistant teacher led you out of the classroom, your gaze fixed intently on your feet as you were sure everyone was staring at you.Â
Youâd resigned yourself to silence once you arrived at the nurseâs office, only answering her questions with nods or shakes of your head. If you didnât talk, you wouldnât embarrass yourself further. All you could think about, as the nurse called your Mamma and talked to your Pappa, was that you hadnât done as Ingrid asked, and waited until lunch to go to the nurse. You hoped she wouldnât be too disappointed; youâd tried your best, it just hadnât been good enough.Â
Finally, your Mamma answered, telling the nurse that she couldnât come get you either, but that your sister could. You breathed a sigh of relief at that, because you knew Ingrid would be the nicest of anyone, even if she was mad that you hadn't made it till lunch.Â
Your sister practically ran the few blocks to the school as soon as she hung up with her mother, feeling absolutely horrible for you. She only felt worse when she made it to the school and walked into the front office, seeing you through the doorway, curled up in a chair in the nurseâs office. She couldnât tell if you were ill or not, but you had a sickbag next to you, and you still looked very pale. Quickly, Ingrid signed you out, before she made her way over to where you were waiting for her.Â
And though you were too old for it, the second you saw Ingrid you were launching yourself into her arms, wrapping all of your limbs tight around her body.Â
âOh, liten.â Ingrid sighed. Sheâd expected you to be upset when your Mamma had called to tell her what had happened, but her expectations didnât prepare her for how completely broken you seemed. You sobbed quietly into her neck, holding on so tightly she wasnât sure sheâd ever be able to get you to let her go.
âI think we might have a case of nerves on our hands. She doesnât have a fever, or any other symptoms, and her teacher said she seemed very teary all morning until she was sick.â
At the reminder of what happened, you cried harder. Ingrid shushed you gently, her hand soothingly circling your back. The nurse continued, a sympathetic expression on her face. âI tried to explain to your mother, but as soon as I said I thought it was nerves, she didnât seem to be very worried.âÂ
âAnd we should be worried?â Ingrid wondered, sounding much older and much more concerned than a 16 year old should sound. Exactly how worried the nurse had expected your mom to sound, though sheâd been disappointed.Â
The nurse nodded. âThis is more nervous than an 8 year old should be for school. I think having your sister evaluated might be a good idea. I donât want to get ahead of myself, but anxiety can be hard for a child to deal with if they donât have the tools to do so.âÂ
Ingrid agreed, internally, but knew it would be a challenge to get your Mamma on board with it. When it came to you, Mamma always seemed to be doubtful of the truth of any issue you might have. If it had been Ingrid, the older girl knew sheâd have had the first available appointment with the best psychologist in town. But because it was you, and Mamma seemed to have so much less patience with you, Ingrid knew it would be a challenge to convince her there was a real issue here.Â
âIng?â You whispered, still attached firmly to your sister. She hummed in response, leaving a kiss on your temple. âI wanna go home.âÂ
âLetâs go home, SolstrĂ„le.â Ingrid agreed, moving as if to release you and stand up. You were having none of that, though, and Ingrid smiled despite herself, lifting your small body easily into her arms. You couldnât bring yourself to care if your classmates saw you, if your teachers saw you, being carried by your sister out of the school building.Â
Although school was only a few minutes walk away from home, you could feel the icky feeling coming back as you got closer and closer. Your Mamma was going to be so mad at you for not making it through the whole day, you just knew it. She was going to be mad, and yell, and Pappa was still going to be mad about when you spilled on him, and he was going to yell too, and home didnât feel like the place you wanted to go anymore, though youâd been wishing for it all morning.
You knew it was going to happen again, this time trying to give your sister some warning.Â
âIngrid,â you whined, trying to breathe deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth, coming to a complete stop on the sidewalk only a block away from home. âFeel sick.âÂ
Your sister looked down at you in alarm, your face alarmingly pale as your lips pressed together tightly.Â
As quickly as she could, Ingrid grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards the grass.Â
You retched onto the ground, though there wasnât much to come up other than bile that burned at your throat. You were crying again as Ingrid rubbed your back, handing you your water bottle when you were done. âSorry.â You managed in between small sips, feeling guilty for probably embarrassing your sister by throwing up on the street.Â
âDonât say sorry.â Ingrd frowned. âMaybe you are sick, huh?â She brought her hand up to your forehead, not finding it any warmer than normal. You shrugged, not sure how to convey your fears. Ingrid seemed to pick up on your unease, though. âAre you still nervous?âÂ
You gave a small nod, slumping into your sister when she stood and pulled you in for a hug.Â
âWhy? Weâre going home.âÂ
âMamma and Pappa are going to be mad. About school and about spilling the water and for interrupting their meetings when the nurse called, and making you come get me and-âÂ
âSlow down, slow down.â Ingrid told you calmly, crouching down once again on the sidewalk, uncaring that several people had had to cross the street to avoid your traffic jam. âNo oneâs mad, SolstrĂ„le, you didnât do anything wrong. Mammaâs coming home from the meeting early to check on you, she just wants to make sure youâre okay.âÂ
âSheâs not mad?â
âNo.â Ingrid promised. âWeâre gonna go home, get comfy on the couch, watch a movie, and wait for Mamma. And then weâll figure out how to make you feel better, okay?âÂ
You liked that. The âweâ Ingrid used. Sometimes it felt like you could do anything if she was with you. Privately, you hoped that youâd never have to do much without her. Ingrid was your very best friend, and best friends were supposed to stay together.Â
She was with you when you walked home, did exactly as she promised and got all bundled up with you on the sofa and put on your favorite movie. She was with you when your Mamma came home, who fussed over you right away, only scolding you lightly for working yourself up so much that you were sick.Â
It felt nice to be cared for by your Mamma, even if she seemed a little exasperated with you. Really, when was she not? After that comment, though, Ingrid decided to wait to talk to your parents until you were in bed. She was more sure than ever that getting you the help you needed would take a lot of convincing, and she didn't want you to have to hear her argue with your parents on your behalf.Â
The raised voices coming from downstairs woke you, however, only a short time after youâd been put to bed. Intrigued, youâd followed the voices, freezing when you overheard your name.Â
Sat on the top step of the stairs, you listened as Ingrid talked to your parents. Your head was swirling with contradicting and confusing emotions. On one hand, it felt good to hear Ingrid stand up for you. On the other, though, it felt like a punch to the gut everytime one of your parents said something that completely dismissed the issues you were having.Â
âShe is just nervous, Ingrid, donât stress about it. All kids get like this, sheâll be alright.â Your mother sighed, annoyed with having to repeat herself; Ingrid just wouldnât let up.Â
âNo Mamma. It is not normal! You didnât see her last night when she came to me having a panic attack, and you didnât see her today when I went to get her from school. She needs help, this isnât fair on her. She shouldnât have to struggle with this.âÂ
âIngrid, there is nothing wrong with your sister. She just likes the attention.â Your father cut in, repeating something heâd heard his wife say over and over whenever you got into arguments with her, and ran off to him in tears.Â
At the same time that tears began to well in your eyes, Ingrid snapped, her voice raising. âQuit saying that! Itâs not true. Sheâs shy, she doesnât like attention, and she certainly didnât want the attention of her classmates while she was getting sick in front of them. Mamma, please. She needs help.âÂ
You could imagine your parents exchanging looks with each other, a silent conversation being had.Â
âAlright. Weâll take her to see someone, if only so you stop stressing yourself out about this. I donât want you to worry about your sister, Ingrid. Sheâs fine, weâve got her. You need to focus on football.âÂ
Ingrid rolled her eyes. Sheâd never put football over you, never. It was her passion, her favorite thing, and while it messed with her social life and made things complicated, she would never let it tear her from you. Not when you needed her.Â
âI will stop worrying when a doctor tells you that there is no problem.âÂ
âWeâll take her, Ingrid, I promise. Everything will be fine, your sister will be fine. If she needs help, weâll get it for her.âÂ
You wondered if they were doing it for you, or if they were doing it for Ingrid. Like everything, like always, it was probably just for Ingrid. You were used to that; being less important than your sister. And as much as you wanted to be angry with your sister, you just couldnât. Not when she was the only one who did things for you.Â
Once, Ingrid had promised that sheâd always be on your side. So, while you werenât sure your parents would ever be on your side, or if they ever had been, you knew you could count on Ingrid. No matter where she went, no matter what you did, Ingrid would always have your back. Sheâd promised, after all.Â
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it's been a while! hope everyone hasn't minded the long wait, and enjoyed this sol installment đ«¶đ» she really is my favorite to write for.
[tell me if you see typos okay byeeee]
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The way I loved you - Shadow's version
*A.N: sorry, I got lost reading some ff
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"He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous."
"Look at these beautiful flowers!" said Amy. "You have to tell me your secret, Sonic isn't the most romantic guy, ya' know" You were sitting in the living room of your apartment; it was small but cozy. There were plants in every corner, and despite the little time you had to settle in, you felt comfortable in this new house.
"And it's like, I couldn't ask for anything better," you said with a shy smile.
"That's fabulous! I'm so happy you gave yourself this chance... you know, since..."
"I know, I feel good, but I want to take it slow."
"And I feel perfectly fine."
When Amy left, you let yourself fall back onto your bed, in fact you didn't really feel fine. You missed him, you missed every moment. You couldn't blame Amy, you were too good at hiding your feelings. Only someone who knew you perfectly would notice you werenât... happy. Actually, you didn't feel anything at all.
"... And it's 2 a.m., and I'm cursing your name. So in love that you act insane, and that's the way I loved you."
Every night, just before closing your eyes to sleep, you could feel his breath, his presence hadn't left you for a second in the last three months. Even though you didn't see him anymore, it was as if his memory was buried in your mind, like his image was tattooed on your heart, a mark you couldn't erase, one you didnât want to erase. It hadn't been long since you met Dylan. He was actually nice, you'd bumped into him at the cafeteria, and he accidentally spilled your latte. After a thousand apologies, he offered to buy you a new one. Youâd been hanging out three times, counting today, but when you told your friends about it, they were more than happy to see you back in the game.
"He respects my space, and never makes me wait, and he calls exactly when he says he will."
You checked your latest messages. Dylan had written "Goodnight and have fun, beautiful," after you mentioned you wouldnât see him and would instead spend time with the girls.
"He's charming and endearing, and I'm comfortable."
"I'm comfortable," you said aloud, but when you were alone, hundreds of memories haunted you. Memories of when you had been so happy, loved like you never thought possible, cried, and suffered, but you did it all by his side. There he was again, always occupying your thoughts. At 2 p.m., when you had lunch, and again at 2 a.m., when you woke up startled by nightmares where you lost him over and over. You turned your phone back on, scrolling down to the bottom of your messages, and found his conversation. You read again the last message he had sent you: "I'll be late," with the date on the day you decided to move on with your life without him.
"He caused all of this. So⊠why do I feel like this?" you thought. You couldn't stop looking at the screen, hoping, wishing there was something more, that he had done something more. Suddenly, his status changed, he was online, and dots began to appear on the screen. He was typing. After three months of silence, he had finally reached out to you⊠your heart raced so fast you felt like it would burst out of your chest. The excitement, anxiety, fear, and anger were trying to take control of your body all at once. But when the dots disappeared, and his status went offline again, everything collapsed.
"Breaking down and coming undone, it's a rollercoaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much, and that's the way I loved you."
The next morning, you bumped into Dylan on your way to work. You talked about the weather, your outing with the girls, and his job. Dylan loved his job as an IT agent for GUN and loved to talk endlessly, something you werenât used to. You limited yourself to nodding and smiling while he told you about the latest update he'd made to the criminal profiles platform at GUN.
"He canÂŽt see the smile I'm faking and my heart's not breaking 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all."
As you walked through the GUN facilities and passed by the training center, memories flooded your mind. This time, you both had fought, but you didn't quite remember why...
You walked out of the training center, both fists clenched until your claws dug into your palms. You were upset, he hadn't respected the agreement to let you work, and his only defense had been, "You're not strong enough for this task, sorry." Once again, underestimating your abilities, even though, thanks to your effort, the last two missions you'd worked on together had gone wonderfully, and your colleagues praised your persistence. Of course, he was the team captain, and you didnât expect different treatment just because you were his girlfriend; you simply expected him to start noticing your potential.
"And you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated. Got away by some mistake and now..."
"Stupid hedgehog," you muttered under your breath as the raindrops began to soak your body. The wind soon picked up, and what started as a small breeze had turned into a storm. You had to turn back, or you'd end up sick, and they'd send you home. Just as you were about to go back, you heard someone calling your name. It was him, standing a few meters away, his dark fur soaked, and every quill dripping. His chest fur, once fluffy, now seemed flat due to the water.
"If you're here to scold me again, keep it to yourself. I was about to go back." In a second, the hedgehog was right in front of you.
"I'm sorry," you heard him murmur. "Donât disappear like that again." Something in his voice made your wall of anger break. There, in the rain, with his face drenched and his red eyes, now dimmed, just inches from yours, made him look so... vulnerable. "No⊠I didnât mean that you canât do it, itâs just that⊠thinking of you, alone, out there⊠no, no..." he stammered, looking away. You had never seen him like this. You were so used to his strong, disciplined personality. Worry was not a word you associated with him, but now you realized he was worried about you.
"Hey," you said, gently caressing his face. "It's okay, Iâm here, and Iâll be fine because Iâll have the best captain to guide me" you smiled at him.
"The best captain?" he asked, his crimson eyes regaining their sparkle as he raised an eyebrow.
"Of course! Sonic doesnât do things as badly as you think, and... we have you too," you joked, earning a snort from him. You smiled as he closed the distance between you, pulling you into an embrace. The surprise was evident in your eyes. You knew he hated public displays of affection, especially at work. He didn't want people thinking there was favoritism towards you. He tightened his embrace as he felt your body shivering because of the cold, moving his face close to yours placing a soft kiss that contained everything he couldn't express.
"I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and It's 2 a.m., and I'm cursing your name. I'm so in love that I acted insane, and that's the way I loved you."
"Hey! Moon!" someone called, snapping you out of your thoughts. As you returned to the present, you found yourself staring at the training center. Dylan had his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. "Where did you go?"
"Ah... it's nothing," you said, scratching the back of your head, your cheeks still flushed from the memory. "See you later, Dylan." You walked towards the main offices, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone else and trying to avoid running into him. When you reached the elevator, you heard a ringâa new notification. You quickly pulled out your phone and found a message. It was a simple interaction, just 3 words put together, but it was enoght to make your heart begin to beat again, as if waking up from a deep sleep.
Shadow: Hey
"Never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you."
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