#I think the last chapter i read was where he met the white haired lady after she hatched an egg? hmu if you know the novel chapter

[justmeinadaze]

Yin and Yang Part 3 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, reader becomes a bit of brat in this one, Spanking, slight degrading, LOTS of dirty talk, hair pulling, I think that's it. FLUFF, Eddie and the reader have a long established relationship and they love each other, they love Steve to but...

ANGST, Reader feels neglected with how busy both boys are but especially Eddie. Tries to make them jealous, Jealous Steddie 😈,There's a moment where Eddie talks about his mom and his grief (brief), Steve has some insecurities with intimacy and being in a relationship (written from the fears of yours truly *bows* LOOK I HAVE TRAUMA OK?!), Cliffhanger ending (because I can :) ).

Enjoy reading it because I had fun writing the smut part lol

Word Count: 5771

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For the past few weeks, Eddie had been incredibly busy. 

There was a new band that had been signed to his label and he was doing everything he could to push them in front of all the important eyes he could. When you went to visit him, most of the time he was in a meeting or on the phone. What really bothered you was when he brought all that home and spent hours in his office grumbling at people on the other end. 

Steve had been on the go a lot as well. It had been a few months since you first met him and you found yourself missing him as much as you missed Eddie. You would constantly scroll through his social media and watch interviews he did on YouTube hoping to just get a glimpse of what he was up to. Did he miss you as much as you missed him? Probably not with how many women he was constantly seen with. 

Even with your boyfriend, you felt like he wasn’t giving you enough attention and it made you feel underappreciated.

“That’s ridiculous, Mack, are you kidding? These ladies are incredibly popular right now and they are worth way more than the price you’re offering.”

It was late in the evening and Eddie had barely touched his food before his phone rang and he excused himself to take the call. You missed him so much and you hated feeling so alone. After changing into your white silk nightie you knew he loved, you tip toed into his office as he leaned back into his chair and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

He barely even moved when you slid onto his lap and wrapped one of your arms around the back of his neck while your other palm rubbed his chest. 

“I’m not someone you fucking haggle with. Either you give me the price we’re offering or you don’t and you have no band. It is what it is.” Hanging up his phone, he tossed it loudly onto his desk as he released a heavy sigh. “Jesus, I’m fucking done with event managers and producers.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I know how hard you work. Can I make you feel better?”

“Oh, sweetheart, not tonight. I still have one more call to make and then I just want to take a long warm shower and go to bed.”

“Please, baby.”, you coo as you kiss his cheek.

You both exhale in frustration as his phone starts to aggressively vibrate. As he reaches over to answer, your own palm shoots out to cover his. 

“Please, Eddie.”, you plead as your eyes bore into his. 

“I have to take this, Y/N. It will be real quick and—”

He doesn’t even get to finish as you push yourself off his lap and head towards your bed to fall asleep alone. 

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A knock on the front door startles you both while you were (silently) getting ready for the launch party of Eddie’s new band that he finally signed to biggest venue in California. 

“Are you expecting anyone?”

After shaking your head, he saunters over to the door and slowly opens it before a force of a man pushes through making Eddie beam with delight. 

“Harrington! What are you doing here, man?”

“Like I’d miss one of your launches, dude. Where’s your gorgeous girlfriend?” Both men were taken aback when they heard your heels click along the floor before you practically jumped in Steve’s open arms. “Whoa! There she is. Everything alright?”

You didn’t say anything as you squeezed your arms tightly around him and inhaled the cologne that clung to his neck. 

“Baby, let him breathe.”

“I’m sorry. I…we just missed you.”

A small smile flickers across his lips when you release him from your hold before he leans down and tenderly kisses your cheek. 

“I missed you both to and you both look delicious like always.”, he grins. “Come on, let’s have some fun tonight.”

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You weren’t having any fun as you pouted in the back of the club hosting the party with your arms crossed as you watched both men before you. Eddie, who didn’t really enjoy this kind of evening events, mingled with some of the men and continued to gesture towards the group he signed as they let loose on stage, completely ignoring you to the point that he barely even noticed when your arm detached from his to go on the hunt for Steve. 

The businessman himself, was giggling and openly flirting with a couple of women at a nearby table and you couldn’t help the bile that gurgled in your throat when you noticed one of their hands was resting on his upper thigh. 

Neither of them were paying attention and it pissed you off. As you thought about ways to attain what you desperately craved an opportunity suddenly presented itself. 

“Hey pretty girl. I’m Xavier and I couldn’t help but notice you over here by yourself. May I buy you a drink and keep you company?”

With a mischievous smirk, you nodded and allowed this young man to take your hand as he guided you to the bar. As he began to talk to you about something you couldn’t care less about, you wondered how long it would take for them to notice. Eddie wasn’t exactly the jealous type but he was incredibly protective especially when it came to parties with a lot of people. He had an idea of how the industry was and wanted to make sure you were always safe. 

You had also never really given him a reason to be jealous because you were always so infatuated with him, you never even wanted to look anywhere else. With Steve, it was different and he was so much like Eddie with a few contrasts that together would make them a force to be reconned with. 

“Y/N.”, the businessman cooed you name with a sarcastic edge. “Who’s your friend?”

“Hi, um, I’m Xavier.”, he introduces again, raising his hand for Steve to shake.

His gorgeous eyes look down at it with disgust before clicking his tongue and meeting his gaze. 

“Yeah, I would get your palm off her thigh, X.” Your own eyes quickly look that way to find the other man’s hand was indeed resting where the end of your dress and skin meet. You hadn’t even noticed. 

“What’s it to you, Mr. Harrington?”

When Steve chuckles, a giddy adrenaline sends chills through your body straight down to your core.

“Is this really the game you want to play, honey?”, he asks you as he absently gestures to the man across from you. 

“Excuse me but it sounds like you’re threatening this young woman, Steven.”, the man tries to defend. 

“That’s because I am, Xavier.”, he replies in an equally matched tone without breaking his eye contact from yours. “See, this young woman is Eddie’s girl and since he’s my best friend I have a responsibility to keep an eye on her.”

“And yet she was standing by herself near the wall all alone.”

Pain briefly flashes through Steve’s eyes; at you being alone or the fact that he didn’t notice, you weren’t sure. Sighing and shaking his head, he turns without saying another word and walks away leaving you in disbelief. 

That’s all? He’s not going to do anything? 

The heartbreak you felt was aggressively overwhelmed with anger as you got up from your chair and stomped towards your boyfriend. 

“EDWARD MUNSON! I need to talk to you NOW!”

His wide shocked eyes met yours as all conversation around him immediately ceased before regaining his composure to politely smile your way. 

“Baby, I’m in the middle of a conversation right now. Can it wait a moment?”

“No, it can’t but if you want to keep ignoring me and talking to these assholes you can!” The sound of Steve choking on his beverage as he laughed at your words behind Eddie’s shoulder caught your attention. “Shut up, Harrington! You’re just as much of an asshole as the rest of them!”

A couple of the men beside him snicker as your boyfriend’s angry eyes remain locked on you as his head tilts to the side. He’s never seen you behave this way and to be honest he found it fascinating even as he was seething. 

“Uh oh, Eddie. Sounds like someone’s girlfriend needs a tampon.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to ignore the rude comment as he continues to glare your way as his chest rises and falls in heavy fury filled breaths. 

“You know what, Kevin, one of our bands is playing at one of your venues next week right? I’m going to pull them and go with my second choice.”

“Now wait a minute, Ed—”

“NO, YOU WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!”, he abruptly yells the man’s way, making you jump. “Even though she’s being a brat, that’s still the woman I love so you will show her fucking respect! Am I being understood?!”

“Yeah, man. Yeah, we understand.”

Glancing behind him at Steve again, you notice him bite his bottom lip as his glassy eyes constantly rake over Eddie as he defends you. 

“Nothing hotter than watching Eddie get tightly wound.”

When he first told you that, you didn’t exactly have a frame of reference but seeing it now as the man you loved oozed and asserted his dominance was driving you crazy. 

Taking a hold of your hand, Eddie practically tugs you towards the exit with Steve in tow. Behind you, you hear one of the girls he had been talking to ask where he was going but the businessman ignored her question as he grabs the hand she had placed on his bicep and moves it to the side. 

“You want my attention, little girl, you got it.”, Eddie growled making your knees weak. 

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You couldn’t help but drag your feet a little bit as your boyfriend powerwalked into your shared apartment and made a beeline towards the bourbon. 

“Move.”, Steve commanded firmly as he lightly pushed you forward till you were in the middle of the wide-open living room. “Stay.”

“I’m not a fucking dog.”, you sassed under your breath right as he turned to leave. 

Smirking, he swiveled slowly back around to face you before roughly tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back till your chin was jutting out in the air as your defiant eyes met his.

“Stop acting like a bitch and I’ll stop treating you like one.”, he replied calm and cooly as if he were whispering sweet nothings against your lips. “Now…stay.”

This time he backed away from you, raising his eyebrow as if to challenge you to speak again which you don’t take. 

“Are you alright?”, Steve asks genuinely as Eddie knocks back what’s in his glass and pours another. 

“She’s never done that before. She’s never been a brat like that.”

“Hm.”, he hums as they both shift their gazes your way. “Maybe, it’s been too long since Daddy’s shown little girl her place.” 

When worry paints Eddie’s features, his friend tenderly pushes his long hair out of the way so he can see his face. The action made your head tilt as you continued to study their personal dynamic. They seemed to care about each other very much but lately you often wondered why they never pushed past that best friend boundary. 

“Does it bother you? That she’s not as innocent as you believed her to be?” Without hesitation, the man shook his head making Steve toss a lighthearted smile your way as if to tell you everything was ok. “Eddie, she’s a big girl. She knows her limits and she knows your safe word. She been practically begging for your attention to the point that she caused a scene in front of those douchebags. Give baby girl what she’s asking for.”

“I don’t want to hurt her. I…I don’t know how to be like you, Steve.”

You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you could see the conflict in your boyfriend’s eyes. You wanted to assure him you were fine and that you trusted him. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.

“It’s ok, Eddie, baby.”

“Did either of us say you could speak, little girl?!”, Steve boomed making you yelp as you immediately silenced yourself. Like a devil on his shoulder, the businessman whispered in Eddie’s ear as he removed his suit friend’s suit jacket and tossed it to the side. “You see that? Really look at her, Eddie. She’s still that innocent, pretty girl you love to take care of. But sometimes…” While he spoke, Steve’s large palm gradually glided down Eddie’s chest, below his waist, and to the prominent bulge in his slacks. “…sometimes good girls need to be put in their place and reminded why they call you Daddy.”

Eddie’s eyes briefly met his friend’s before reaching out to forcibly crash his lips to his. The way Steve grinned and chuckled when they pulled away had a needy whine escape your chest as the ache between your legs grew. 

“Can you show me?”

“Yeah, baby, I can show you.”

After taking off his own jacket and rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed the long-haired man’s arm and maneuvered him till he was directly in front of you taking up all your personal space as his nose hovered just above yours. 

“Don’t take your eyes off his, Y/N.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrington.”

“Did you buy her this dress?”

“I buy all her dresses.”, Eddie answers flatly.

“Is this a favorite, Edward?”

His irises leave yours, slowly trailing down your body and back up to your face before shaking his head. As soon as he gets the go ahead, Steve rips your dress in two in his massive hands causing you to groan in pleasure as he aggressively yanks it off your frame. 

“Put your fucking hands down.”, he growls, reaching over to push at your arms when your automatically raise them to cover your breasts. As the businessman placed himself behind you, you could feel his gaze burning into your skin the same way Eddie’s was and you fully fell into that headspace making you feel small under their towering figures boxing you in. 

“Has your Daddy ever spanked you before?”

“No, Sir.”, your murmured in a tiny voice that had your boyfriend’s chest heave as he exhaled.

“Huh. Never been a bad girl or has he just been letting you get away with everything this whole time?”

“I-I-I’m a good girl, Mr. Harrington.”

“Mhmm. I’m going to spank you 10 times and when I’m done you’re going to thank me. Do you understand? Until then all I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’ when I ask you something.”

“Yes, S-S-Sir.”

You squeaked when his palm abruptly connected with your behind. 

“Louder, Y/N. I want to fucking hear you or I start over. Now, I said, do you understand?”, Steve grumbled through clenched teeth in your ear. 

“Yes, Sir.”, you answered more prominently, satisfying him enough to take a step back and balance a hand on your shoulder. 

Your eyes remained glued to Eddie as his best friend spanked your ass a few times allowing some time in between before every slap. As you searched his features, you could tell your boyfriend was enjoying this. The way his mouth twitched into a small smirk every time a light moan left your lips and his now large dent trying to push through his pants told you he wanted nothing more than to fuck you till you were screaming his name. 

Steve seemed to have more control, his tone never wavering as he began throwing questions your way. 

“So you’re a good girl, huh. I may be mistaken but good girls respect their Daddies.”

“I do respect—Mmph!”

“That didn’t sound like a yes or no Sir to me.”, Steve scolded as he hit you again. “So you shouting at him in front of people he works with is respect?”

*SPANK*

“N-No, Sir.”

“Letting another man touch your leg is respect?” 

At that particular question, a fire lit in Eddie’s eyes making you tremble as you were spanked a bit harder than before. 

“No, Sir.”

“You let someone touch you?”, your boyfriend asked in a gruff tone you had never heard from him before. 

“I didn’t know his hand was—”

“Oh, bullshit. So you didn’t willingly sit at a bar with that guy thinking it would make Eddie jealous so you could get his attention?”

“Yes, Sir, but—”

“But what, Y/N? Huh?” Eddie’s fingers tangle in your hair and pull just like his friend had. “But what?!”

“You and Mr. Harrington were ignoring me!”, you cry as Steve’s hand comes down harder. 

“We’re busy men, Y/N, and you know that.”

“Busy flirting! Steve had girls touching him and—”

The man him leaned forward and your pussy clenched as both their breaths warmed your face. 

“Who am I in here, little girl? Do you need to be reminded every fucking time or are you just doing this to piss me off?” The sound of his palm hitting your skin reverberated loudly though the room. “Your Daddy may have let you get away with that shit but I won’t.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Little slut got fucking jealous because other girls were flirting with me.” *SPANK* “But instead of coming to talk to me you pouted and behaved like a spoiled brat trying to get my attention.” *SPANK* “And what’s your excuse with him, huh? Eddie would never hurt you like that.”

“D-D-Daddy didn’t notice w-w-when I was alone.”

Steve didn’t understand it but he heard it in your tone and saw it in his best friend’s eyes as they widened for a moment. Your words meant something to you both. 

“One more, Y/N. You…you did really well. You took your punishment like a good girl.”

Your eyes remained focused on Eddie as the other man held your bicep and reared back delivering you one final slap on your behind.

“Good. Good girl. What color are we at, honey?”

“Green, Sir. Thank you.”, you murmured as you softly began to cry. “You’ve been so busy these past few weeks, Daddy. You leave me alone a lot and when you are here you’re on the phone. Sometimes, when I get sad, I watch interviews with Mr. Harrington like you do but that just make me sadder be-because I miss him to. I miss you both.”

Eddie’s entire demeanor softened as he listened to you speak before shifting into that dominate energy you recognized immediately and hadn’t seen in so long. 

“Baby…”, he cooed. “Come here.”

You didn’t even hesitate as you jumped into his arms and wrapped your limbs around him. Holding you tightly, he carried you to the couch and gently laid you on your back. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. You tried to get my attention and talk to me so many times but I just brushed you off. Can I make it up to you, princess? Can Daddy make you feel good?”

“Please, Daddy, I need you.”

Reaching between your bodies, Eddie unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants enough to free his cock before gradually guiding it into your core. 

“Fuck me, baby girl. You really—fuck—liked being spanked, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“So fucking wet…just making a mess all over Daddy. God, you feel so good.”

As he slowly thrust into you, Steve kneeled beside you both and tenderly pet your head. 

“I missed you to, Y/N. I think about you both all the time.”, he whispers as you open your eyes to meet his and Eddie does the same to glance down at his friend stroking his own cock. “You can always call me, honey. Whenever you want, day or night, I’ll answer.”

Taking a hold of his collar, you yanked his lips to yours causing him to smile into your kisses as your boyfriend pushed up onto his palms and rolled his hips roughly into you. 

“Can I—mmm—Can I see you kiss again?”, you whimpered as his grin grew. 

Eddie was so focused on your warm pussy squeezing him that he didn’t even turn his head when Steve ran his nose along his cheek forcing him to grab his jaw to bring his mouth to his. 

Their mouths casually opened as the businessman welcomed his friend’s tongue and Eddie couldn’t contain the groan that left as his whole body collapsed onto yours with his head falling beside yours. Your fingers threaded through his hair as you held him, listening to his repetitive grunts in your ear as his cock pounded into that sensitive spot inside you. 

“Just like that… Please, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. Cum with me, baby, please.”

Winking down at you, Steve sucked on his fingers and you watched with half-lidded eyes as he slid them between Eddie’s ass cheeks. 

“Jesus Christ!” When your boyfriend tried to lift his head, you held him to your neck as his pace quickened and he shuttered against you as you felt him paint your insides with his release. As your cunt continued to milk him, you trembled and moaned his name as you came with him.  

“God, you both are so fucking hot.”

Eddie tilted up, grazing the tip of his nose along yours while gently placing pecks on your lips. 

“Can I have him to, Daddy?”

“Of course, baby girl. If you think you can handle him right now.”, he answers in a gravelly, exhausted, pleasure filled tone that has you beaming.

“Honey, you should take a break.”

“I can handle it, Mr. Harrington. I swear. Please…”, you beg. “I missed the way you feel inside me.”

“Fuck me.”

Eddie chuckled at Steve’s earnestness as he backed out of the way so his friend could pull you to the floor and place you onto all fours in front of him. You whimpered as his soft lips kissed down your spine and he dragged the tip of his cock through your dripping folds. 

As he carefully began to press into your entrance, your upper half fell flat against the wood underneath you. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, you’re—fuuuuuuck—doing good. Just breathe.” Steve’s palms kneaded into the meat of your ass as he watched himself gradually disappearing inside of you. “God, I’ll never get over how tight t-this pussy is.”, he groaned before his hand came down to spank you making him laugh through his teeth. “You see, Ed, behind every innocent little girl is a freak who l-loves to be told to behave. Right, baby?”

“Oh, oh my… Yes, Sir.”

The businessman exhales heavily as he thrusts into you much easier than the last time. There was still that small bit of resistance as he stretched you open but your boyfriend helped open your pussy up for him and for that he was grateful. 

Gripping your hips, he adjusted you so he could push deeper inside, making you groan as he found a steady rhythm.

You vaguely heard it through your fog of pleasure, the sound of lips smacking. Craning your neck, you watched as Eddie passionately kissed his friend as his palm caressed his hairy chest up to the base of his neck. 

A low growl rumbled from him as Steve pressed his body flat against yours, rolling his waist as his breath warmed your ear. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, little girl? When you called me an asshole.”

“I’m—mmm—I’m so sorry for…for being disrespectful, Sir.”

“This is your warning, Y/N. I’m not like your Daddy. If—mmph—if you ever behave like that again I’ll do more than just bring y-you home and spank you. Do you understand?” While he spoke, he had stopping moving eliciting a small whine from you as you tried to push back against him. Utilizing his knees, he pushed you down flat against the floor, pushing both your legs together and placing his hand roughly on the back of your neck. “I said, do you understand?”

In this new position, Steve’s cock somehow felt deeper inside of you as it pressed buttons you didn’t even know you had and your eyes rolled back. 

“Hey.”, Eddie barked sternly as your eyes met his from where he was still laying on the couch. “Answer Mr. Harrington’s question or else you won’t get to cum again.”

“N-No, Daddy. Please. Yes, I understand.”

Smirking, he gradually began to pump into you again with reckless abandon as you both whimpered at the feeling. Fulling encasing you in his embrace, Steve’s sweaty forehead landed on your shoulder as his palm appeared by your side near your cheek. 

Without even thinking about it, you intertwined your fingers with his and his glassy eyes opened to what you were doing. It had been so long since Steve had been in a committed relationship and partners were often coming and going from his place or hotel at will. 

A lot of the time, they submitted the way he liked and after the ecstasy filled evening ended they left him or he left them. People would be surprised how lonely he actually was and how much he occasionally craved comfortable intimacy. Someone to hold, take care of, or wake up to the next morning.

Eddie gave that to him when they were together and not just in a sexual manner. Steve felt like he could be himself with his friend, actually let go, and have some fun without fear that he was using him for his money or status. He would never admit it out loud but he constantly looked for him in other partners but had yet to find anyone… except you. 

No. He told himself long ago that he would never cross that romantic boundary for fear of losing the only true friend he had and now that you were in both their lives he didn’t want to lose you either. Steve would do anything he had to, to make sure he never went back to feeling like he did growing up with his father; worthless and empty. 

Without you two, he knew that would be the outcome. 

Your grip tightened around his hand and his eyes squeezed shut as your pussy quivered around him. As you came, his rhythm faltered as he roughly pounded his release into you. 

Steve panted as he carefully pulled out of you and sat up to lean his back against the couch. When you tried to curl your body around his, he pressed his palm against your chest to stop you making his heart break when your bottom lip started to quiver. 

“D-Did I…did I do something wrong, Sir?”

Eddie blinked as his protective mode promptly kicked in but as he began to lower himself down to the floor to defend you, your hand reached for Steve’s as you rose to your feet.

“Come on, baby. Daddy says aftercare is extremely important and we have a shower with a waterfall setting! It feels so good. Come on. Up, up.”, you reply in a playfully light tone as his amused eyes watch you before doing as you say. 

Your boyfriend slowly trailed behind keeping an eye on you while watching you work your magic. There had been times when he felt low or out of control and you took care of him till his smile returned. 

“Eddie? Everything alright?”, you coo as you place the bag you were holding down and climbed into his lap behind his desk. You knew he wasn’t working because even at home he would wear jeans or slacks to remain in that mindset. Right now, he was in his boxers and one of the comfy t-shirts you bought him with one of his favorite bands across the front. His intense eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of him where multiple pictures were spread out along the desktop. “Your mom was a gorgeous woman.”

Eddie sighs a shaky breath, taking the hand you had resting on his chest, and bringing it to his lips. 

“I like this photo here with you two laying in the grass outside. How old were you?”

“Um…4, I think.”

“Do you remember it?”

“I remember her laugh. The older you get the more memories fade but, for some reason, I’ve never forgotten her laugh.”

“I bet it was beautiful like yours.”

“Pfft.”, Eddie snorts. “My laugh is anything but.”

“Agree to disagree, baby. Then again, my laugh is perfect—”

“Oh, perfect, huh? Sweetheart, you give meaning to the term ‘guffaw’.” That big toothy grin you fell in love with spreads across his face as you prove his point by giggling loudly at his joke. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you to.”, you softly smile as he squeezes you against him. “I brought some burgers and beer. I was thinking we could watch a spooky movie or something.”

“Jesus, you’re perfect.”

“Feels good right?”, you beam up at Steve as he dips his head under the water and closes his eyes. Eddie steps in behind you and dutifully begins to clean you as you run your hands along his friend’s arms and down his chest before his eyes abruptly snap open at the sound of your hiss. “Ow, Daddy.”

“I know, princess. I know.”

Lightly grabbing your bicep, Steve turns you just enough to see Eddie trying to carefully clean between your legs but on his decent down your body grazed your sore, red behind. 

“If you have some aloe moisturizing lotion that will help the marks and, of course, and ice pack.”

“I don’t need ice. It was just the rough rag against my tender skin.” The businessman nods in understanding as his gaze starts to drift before your hands cup his cheeks forcing him to focus on you. “What’s running through your mind, Mr. Harrington? Is it me? Is it cause I called you an asshole?”

Steve smiles, showing you some of his teeth as he shakes his head. 

“I’m sorry I did that.”

As he leans forward, he gently kisses your forehead. 

“I forgive you.”

Once everyone is clean, you hand him your moisturizer and his grin grows as he rubs it along your ass. 

“Did you like it, the spanking? It wasn’t too hard or anything, right?”

“No, Sir, not too hard. I liked it a lot.”

“May I ask you something, honey?” He continues when you nod. “What made you try this with Eddie? Why didn’t you try the submissive thing with any of your other partners?

You can’t help but giggle when your boyfriend growls low in his throat at the mention of “other partners.”

“Honestly…I don’t know. I trust him and I feel safe with him. Eddie’s shown me so many amazing things and when he suggested this…I trusted him.” As you wrap your arms around him, he pulls your head tightly to his chest and kisses the top. “I trust you to, Steve. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

It takes him a couple of moments before he finally releases you so you three could climb into bed. While Steve fell asleep with your back to his chest, Eddie’s fingers gently caressed your face. 

“I really am sorry for neglecting you. I just got so caught up in this new band that I had tunnel vision.”, he whispered. 

“I know, baby. I forgive you. I’m sorry I didn’t voice my concerns like I should have. I swear I didn’t realize that guy had his hand on my knee. I was lost in thought thinking about you.” You see him nod in the darkness and you capture his hand to hold it in yours. “He likes us, Eddie…Steve. He likes us a lot but is holding back.”

The man in front of you sighs as he scoots his body a bit closer to yours. 

“Yeah, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

“I love him and I love you but it’s a bit more complicated than that, sweetheart.”

“How so?”

“Steve’s been hurt a lot. Not just by relationships but friends and family as well. He was my best friend first before we shifted into the sexual realm. If he loses me and now you…he feels like he’ll have no one.”

“But we would never hurt him like that.”

“I know. Trust me, I know but this is the way he wants it so I respect that. You know I’m usually straight forward with my feelings? Yeah he may come of that way and plays the role well but truthfully he hides them under the sarcasm and cocky attitude.” After rolling onto his back, he slides closer to you so you can rest your head on his chest. “How do you feel about that? You, me, and Steve being in a relationship.”

“I kind of feel like we already are but then I feel him pull back…”

“Yeah…Maybe when he wakes up we can all talk about it… Get everything out on the table.”

“What if he pushes us away?”

“I’m kinda used to that by now when it comes to him but I don’t want it to hurt you, baby girl. Do you think you could still do our dynamic here with both of us if he didn’t want anything romantic?”

You nodded without any hesitation. 

“Metal.” Eddie smiles when you giggle and tilts your head to kiss your lips. “Get some sleep, baby. I love you.”

“I love you to, Eddie.” Intertwining Steve’s fingers with yours, you bring the back of his hand to your mouth for a soft kiss. “I love you to, Steve.”, you whisper even though you knew he was sleeping. 

You both didn’t see but the businessman’s eyes flutter open.

He didn’t sleep a wink as his mind raced over his insecurities and fears. Occasionally, his thoughts would get lost as he watched Eddie’s chest rise and fall as he breathed. Pressing his nose into your hair, he would inhale your smell and absorb the warmth that was you as he imagined what a relationship with you both would be like. 

Steve saw himself genuinely happy for the first time in a long time and that scared him. 

That morning when you woke up, you rolled over to snuggle your face in his chest only to be met with a pillow and an empty bed where the man had been laying. 

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But daddy I love him - Satoru Gojo [ch.04]

short series

summary: If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair.

tags: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion

notes: next chapter will be the last one, if I don’t come up with something but I doubt, the ending is already decided so it will be next chapter and then the epilogue. Also I changed the picture, the new one is from a manhwa called Secret lady (highly recommended), the art is beautiful and the main couple are 🔝

chapter words: 4,3k

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | ch.05 | epilogue

His fingers ran up and down your bare back, causing your skin to tingle with each touch. Slowly, you opened your eyes, meeting Satoru's intense blue gaze as he watched you intently.

"Hi..." Hi whispered before connecting your lips in a tender kiss. "You are precious."

You shook your head and a playful smile appeared on your lips. "I'm sticky."

Satoru chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe we could bath together. Does that sound good?"

A thrill ran through you at the suggestion and you nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds perfect.” You replied, your voice low and hoarse with desire.

Satoru rises from the bed and walked towards your bathroom. You gently sat on the bed, you felt your hips and lower part sore. With the wrinkled sheets of your bed you covered your body and looked out the window, the sun had not yet set but it was already low in the sky, there probably wouldn't be much left before it would set on the horizon and the warm summer night would arrive.

Satoru left the bathroom and approached your bed, where he gently picked you up and carried you to the bathtub. You felt like a princess, even like a goddess under her caresses and affections. Inside the water, you tried to cover yourself with your arms but Satoru stopped you and started soaping your skin.

“I thought we were going to bath together.” You murmured.

Satoru smiled. “You want that?”

“I… I mean I read it on a novel that lovers would do that.” You lowered your head, submerging it slightly in the water.

"Alright." He said, standing up and taking off the little clothing he was wearing, your eyes drifted away, embarrassed to see him like that again.

He got into the bathtub, causing some of the water to come out. Satoru sat behind you and you could feel his cock hit your ass. A shiver ran through your body as you remembered the night before, the pleasure, the kisses, his touches and how well it felt having him inside of you.

“You're tense.” He whispered against her skin as he took the sponge and began running it over your back.

“It's just… this is all new.” You said embarrassed.

"And you do not like it?" He inquired.

You nodded. “It feels good, it feels…intimate.” You looked over your shoulder at him and he smiled warmly at you.

With his free hand he grabbed your chin and connected your lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue entered you and he began to play with yours, causing moans to come out of your throat and your cunt to begin to get wet.

He bit your lip and dropped the sponge he was holding in his other hand. You stared at him, trying to read his movements. His large hands rested on either side of your hips and grabbed you, turning you so that you were both facing each other. More water fell out of the tub and you were kneeling in front of him, half your body out of the water.

Satoru looked at your face and then took a quick look at your breasts before cupping them in his hands. Throwing your head back you let yourself be invaded by the pleasure that his soft touch caused on your skin.

You bit your lower lip hard as you felt his thumb brush your nipple and send stimuli throughout your body. He leaned close to you and with his eyes still focused on you, he caught your nipple in his mouth.

“S-satoru…” You trembled, feeling your body weak under him.

Satoru continued with his mouth on your nipple and lowered his hand to your pussy, where he gently caressed it, causing you to hold on to the bathtub so as not to lose the little balance you had left. Two of his fingers entered you and began to move in and out.

Your body felt hot and the blood that ran through your veins accelerated with each penetration. Your body wanted more of him, more of his touch, more of his lips, more. But you also wanted to touch him, you wanted his cheeks to blush like yours, to cry with pleasure and moan your name.

Releasing one of your hands, you put it into the water and grabbed his member, you had read about it in your books, about how the protagonists gave pleasure to their lovers by moving their hand around their cocks. Satoru growled when he felt your hand grab him and he pulled away from your breasts to look at you mischievously.

“What are you doing angel?” His husky voice came out of his lungs.

“I…” You gasped as you felt his fingers deeper on you. “I want you to feel good too.”

Satoru hummed and smiled. “You are so pretty.” He said kissing your lips. “C’mon move your hand pretty angel.”

Your hand began to go up and down his member, while his fingers entered and left you. The atmosphere in that room became increasingly hot, full of moans and moving water. It was embarrassing to think about how you, who had behaved like a “good girl” all your life, were now emitting such lewd sounds from your throat.

You felt how Satoru grew larger with every movement and how he grunted under your touch, his eyes were completely closed and his cheeks had taken on a reddish hue.

Your legs and all of you began to shake, indicating that you were close to getting there. Satoru smiled and removed his fingers from you and you looked at him pleadingly, you needed to cum.

“I want you to finish on my cock.” He said holding your hips and placing yourself on top of him, you screamed when without warning he entered you.

“Satoru!” You tried to catch your breath.

This was the second time you had it inside but now it seemed even bigger than the first time. You held onto his shoulders and looked at him, shaken by the overwhelming sensation of having him inside you again.

“Move angel.” He whispered.

You began to move your hips, back and forth and in circles, giving yourself more and more pleasure with each of your movements, while Satoru whispered nice things in your ear.

You clung tightly to his body and tangled your fingers in his hair when you felt like you were going to come. Satoru, catching the signals that your body was giving him, moved and you pulled his hair while you stifled a cry of pleasure. Just a few more thrusts were enough for you to cum on his cock.

Satoru didn't pull out of you, but instead continued thrusting into you, seeking to reach the climax that you had reached. When he reached it, he growled your name and took over your mouth, in a kiss full of desire and pleasure.

“Oh angel…” He said, trying to catch his breath. “You are truly out of this world, you know that?”

You rested your head on his shoulder without saying anything and let Satoru's scent and warmth fill you. You both stayed in that position for quite a long time, so long that the water remained cold, your skin became completely wrinkled and the sun hid on the horizon.

It wasn't until your stomach growled with hunger that you moved from the bathtub. Satoru carefully carried you to your bed, wrapped in a towel, three times bigger than you. You watched as he moved from one side to the other in the room as if looking for something and you tried not to laugh at his desperation.

"What are you looking for?"

“Oh…my shirt.” He said looking around.

“Why do you want your shirt?” You tilted your head to the side. “I was going to get your dinner. You are hungry."

You touched your belly and nodded. “But it would be suspicious, it's better that I go and tell them to bring up the food.” Satoru opened his mouth and then closed it nodding. “I'll go in a second and tell Rose to bring us food.”

You moved from the bed and approached the closet, from it you took out a dress and a robe, which you shamelessly put on in front of Satoru. You no longer felt ashamed because he saw you like this.

You glanced at him one last time and exited the room, rushing through the corridor with the biggest of the smiles drawn on your face.

You could finally say it but you were certain that you had fallen in love with the duke and honestly you couldn’t be happier with the fact you were going to marry a man you were in love with and that you were leaving that place.

You saw Rose chatting with a few other maids and you rushed to them. “Rose!”

“My lady.” They all saluted you.

“I would like to have my dinner in my bedroom if it’s possible.” You smiled.

“No problem my lady.” Rose said.

You approached Rose and in a whisper you told her. “Add more food for the duke too.”

Rose smiled at you and winked her eye. “No problem my lady, I will deliver the dinner in a few minutes.”

“Okay, thank you.” You turned around but stopped before leaving. “Does anyone have news from my parents?”

“Oh a letter came, apparently they will be out more than they expected.” Another one of the maids spoke.

You nodded and thanked them, you walked back to your room and entered finding Satoru on the couch taking a look into one of your books.

“Rose will bring us dinner in a little while.” You said sitting next to her, Satoru hummed and continued reading the book he had in his hands. “Satoru…” When you said her name, her gaze moved away from the book and focused on you. “I was wondering if Rose could come with me once we get married.”

Satoru smiled and tucked one of your locks behind your ear. “Of course, there would be no problem.”

“Her husband would come too.”

“Okay, I'll find him a job and you both can live there.” He kissed your lips and you smiled.

"Thank you." You whispered.

“Don’t thank me angel.” He smiled. “Now tell me about this book of yours.”

“Oh that one.” You sat up straight on the couch and smiled, taking the book from his hands. “It is the story of an orphaned child. That he seeks to find himself and his place in society. It is quite funny and the romantic part of the novel serves as a good thread for the themes it deals with.” You turn your head to look at him and when you meet his penetrating gaze you feel your ears begin to light up. “I'm sorry I talked too much.”

Satoru shook his head and took your hand to bring it to his lips. “Not at all, it fascinates me to see you talk like that and I could do it for hours.”

You picked up the book and hid your embarrassed face behind it. “Please don't say those things.”

"Why not? You all light up when you talk about it, and that fascinates and excites me and I want to continue seeing it and listening to you talk about your books.” Satoru touched your cheek.

You had definitely fallen in love with that man and your heart did not stop beating with each of his words. “You could also tell me about the things you like.” You whispered, placing the book on the table. “I also want to see him excited.”

A smile appeared on Satoru's face and he tangled a strand of your hair in his finger and began to twirl it. “I like sweet things.” He looked at you subtly and you felt that those words had a double meaning. “Riding horses and taking my nephew to the park on Sundays with his two dogs.”

“How old is your nephew?” You tilted your head.

“He is about to be six.” He smiled proudly. “You know he is my nephew but after his father died and also his mom passed away giving birth to him, I adopted him.” You opened your mouth and nodded.

It was uncommon for nobles to do that type of things. According to what Satoru had told you, the position of duke had been given to him because his brother had wanted it, which meant that once Satoru had children, his firstborn would inherit the title. But if he adopted his nephew, it meant that it was his nephew who would inherit it. And that’s why a lot of nobles didn’t adopt close relatives because that would mean their direct descendants not inheriting titles.

“You are surprised?” He looked at you.

“Huh… A little bit.” You touched your chin. “It’s really uncommon what you did, that’s why.”

“I told you didn’t I? I didn’t wish to be the duke, it was my brothers duty and then for his son. That’s why I adopted him, so when the time comes he will be the duke.”

“And what was your wish?” You wondered curious about Satoru’s wishes.

“I wanted to serve right next to the crowned prince.” He smiled proudly. “And train strong soldiers for the future.”

“You wanted to be a teacher?” You smiled.

“Kind of… I am good with the sword and on the battlefield so I could teach others to be too.” He smiled proudly and with his chest puffed out. "I mean, I'm a good teacher, you've seen it yourself, angel." He smiled, bringing his face closer to yours.

The words got stuck in your throat and your heartbeat echoed loudly in your ears. Luckily a gentle knock on the door made you quickly get up and head towards the door. You subtly opened the door and stuck your head out to check who it was, when you saw that it was Rose the person on the other side of the door, you let her pass.

“Hello, duke.” She bowed to Satoru and pushed the cart with the food to the table that was there in your room. “I'll leave your dinner here.” She smiled. “My lady, if you want anything else, call me.”

You shook your head and smiled back. “You can go rest Rose, don't worry.” Rose nodded and with a goodnight, she left the room.

“She cares for you.” Satoru rose from the couch and walked over to the table.

“We were practically raised together.” You mentioned. “Rose is older than me and her mother used to work here as a maid too, when I was born my parents, well they didn’t care much about it and Rose’s mother was the one to take care of me and she was there, as an older sister for me.” You smiled looking at him.

Satoru smiled back at you. “I’m glad to hear you were able to have that kindness in your life.”

You nodded and you poked one of the pieces of food on the plate. "You are not going to eat?" You said looking at him through your eyelashes.

“I am not hungry right now.” He said observing you.

You swallowed the food and looked down. “It’s a bit embarrassing if I’m the only one eating.”

“Yeah.” He laughed. “Sorry angel.” You shook your head. “By the way, tomorrow I will be leaving.”

You looked at him, opening your eyes and feeling the breath escape from you. “Don't worry, angel, I'll just go to a nearby town to take care of some business, but I'll be back in three days at most.” He grabbed your hand across the table and brought it to his lips.

You nodded and sighed in relief. “Do you promise me you'll come back?”

He simply smiled and you believed every word that came from those lips that had captivated you so much. "Of course, my angel."

You continued eating dinner in silence while Satoru watched you and from time to time took something from the plates. By the time you realized it, you had to light the candles in the bedroom since the sun had already set and the darkness of the night adorned the place.

Neither of you said anything but you both understood from your looks and your caresses that Satoru would spend that night with you again. You didn't care if you weren't intimate that night, you just wanted to have the heat of his body close to him and for his aroma and being to warm you on that summer night.

Blowing out the last candle that illuminated the room, Satoru wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his bare torso. I carefully brush your hair aside and leave a trail of kisses on your back.

“Good night my angel.” He whispered in your ear.

Without letting you escape, you both fell asleep. Wrapped in his arms you felt his love and warmth and you were able to dream and rest peacefully until the first rays of the sun began to filter through the curtains of your room.

When you opened your eyes again that morning, the first thing you saw was Satoru's serene and calm face. His white hair fell on his face, partially covering it, but that was not an impediment for you to admire his beauty. You stayed for a few minutes observing, studying each of his features, wanting to engrave them strongly in your mind so you would never forget them. But in those moments when you remembered that you could look at that face for years to come once you got married.

You brought your hand to his forehead and brushed a couple of strands out of his face, you smiled into the pillow. “I can't wait to see that smile every morning.” Satoru whispered with his eyes still closed.

You quickly removed your hand and looked at him. "You are awake." It wasn't a question, rather it was a statement.

Satoru opened his blue eyes and moved so he was on top of you. “That's right angel.” He said kissing your mouth. On impulse you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you.

"I do not want you to go." You whispered. “I want us to get married now and leave this place.”

“Soon my angel.” He whispered and started placing soft kisses on your face. “But today I must leave.” You nodded sadly. “Before you read two of your books I will be back.”

“But I usually read them…” You closed your mouth when you realized what it meant and smiled.

“When I return we will get married and I will take you with me, to a house near the sea, where you have your own library, so you can read and tell me about those books you read.” He hugged you and you nodded against his chest.

“That sounds really nice.” You murmured.

“Just wait a bit okay?” And you nodded again. “Trust me my angel, everything will be just fine.” He cupped your face. “I promise.” And kissed you, in a kiss full of love and affection.

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This was the fourth book since Satoru had left. He had promised to return before you finished the second one and your favorite corner had become the large window from where you could see the main entrance. You couldn't deny that when you finished the second book, a small hole opened in your heart and anguish began to grow in you. That was why you were now eagerly waiting for a carriage to enter through the gates and for your loved one to get out of it.

It was around the fourth day when the sun was already setting on the horizon, when you saw it. Putting the book aside, you marched through the house, running past the servants and opening the front door as if you were a little girl who had finally gotten permission to play outside. Your face was illuminated by a smile and your hands were clasped on your chest, trying to prevent your heart from beating out of you.

But that smile and nervousness disappeared when the ones who got out of that carriage were your parents and not the person who made you feel alive.

“Oh!” Your father said with surprise. “You are here, well then it will be easier. Let’s go straight to my office to talk.” He said walking past you and you swore that the air he moved could cut your cheeks.

You looked at your father from your place and felt how your cheek was burning, placing your hand on it you realized that your mother was in front of you and had slapped you. “You realize how disgusting you are.” You took a step back, scared by the timbre of her voice and her sharp gaze. “Disgusting whore.” Without saying anything else she walked in the same direction that your father had done and you felt like something was going to happen and it wasn't going to be good.

You looked at Rose who was watching you from the side with a look of anguish and helplessness. You just smiled at her and calmed her down.

Raising your head, you walked to the office, there you closed the door and took a strong breath of air when you saw that the atmosphere was extremely charged.

You looked at your parents and tried to breathe calmly, so that the tension and nervousness that invaded you would disappear. But their penetrating and menacing gazes didn't help in the slightest.

“You thought we were not going to find out?” His father began. “You were so loud moaning like a cat in heat that everyone could hear you.”

You opened your eyes and looked at them both with your heart in your fist. “Father, mother…”

“Shut your mouth!” Your father shouted.

“You let yourself be fooled so easily, when your mother told you not to come close, to stay away.” Your father leaned back in his chair and touched his forehead. “Do you know what this is?” He said, taking out a letter from his cheek. You denied.

“It's the reason you spread your legs.” Your mother snapped hatefully and you looked at her confused.

“Dear…” Your father warned her and your mother sat better in her chair. “I'm going to read you: Dear Crown Prince, I am writing to inform you that the plan has been carried out as expected. I have been able to obtain the desired documents from the family.” Your father looks at you over his glasses and continued. “She was really easy to manipulate and the job was much easier for me. In a few days I will be in the capital with the documents for the nobles. The best regards, Duke Gojo.” Your heart stopped beating at that precise moment, you could feel how your world was collapsing on you and beginning to crush your body.

You started to shake your head. “No, no, he wouldn’t.”

“Stupid bitch.” Your mother shouted. “I will ask the doctor to prepare medicine for you to start taking, lets hope you are not pregnant by that stupid duke.”

You covered your face with your hands and let the tears flow down your face. He had promised you to return, he had promised to get you out of that hell, he had promised you a house near the sea, he had promised you a library full of books so you could continue reading and tell him all the new stories you discovered. Had all those been empty words? All lies? No, no, no, his eyes were warm when she told you that, they were full of sincerity and affection. It couldn't be, that had to be a crude nightmare.

“You can read the letter as many times as you want, but that won’t change the fact that he used you.” Your father put the letter once again in front of you.

“That’s not true…” You whispered, shaking your head. “It can’t be true…”

“Our dear daughter.” Your father spoke. “We told you he was a bad man, you ignored us and he got under your skirt and left. You better start praying for no one outside this house to find out about your impurity, thankfully Mr. Harrison is still willing to marry you.”

You stood up from the chair and walked towards the door with tears streaming down your face. “The wedding will be next month.” Your mother spoke before you left the room.

You practically run towards your room only followed by Rose, who entered with you to your room.

“Rose… he…” You tried to articulate a single word but you were unable, the words were stuck on your throat and it hurt like knifes.

“It’s okay my lady.” She tried to calm you down.

But you couldn't, your chest hurt, your head hurt, your heart... you felt like it had been ripped from your chest and there was absolutely nothing left there now. Had Satoru really betrayed you? Had he really used you to help the crown prince? You felt dirty and you didn't know what else to think, you didn't know what to believe. You had completely trusted him, his actions, his words, his touches, everything.

But that letter that your father had read to you where he talked about how after sleeping with you he had taken the opportunity to go get the necessary documents to put the remaining nobles in his favor.

She was so easy to manipulate.

Those words keep on repeating on your mind, over and over again.

Note: this chapter is programmed so once it’s posted I will be sleeping, hope everyone enjoyed it and remember next chapter is the last one 😜😘

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 11

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"There you are, Valeria. This just came for you" Beth says, giving me a bouquet of white roses.

"Oh, wow."

"That boy of yours truly is a keeper, Val" Emma winks.

"Definitely. I wish Luis was more like this" Beth sighs.

"More like what?" he says, walking into the staffroom with a huge bouquet of sunflowers.

"Oh my God. Are those for me?"

"Of course they are! Sunflowers are your favourite flower, you've been obsessed with them since you were a kid because of Van Gogh's painting."

"You remembered!" Beth says, trying not to cry. 

"Always. Happy Valentine's day, love."

"Happy Valentine's day, Luis" she says, throwing herself at his arms.

"Aww, cute" Emma says. "What about your Valentine, Val? What does he say?"

"Nothing. Just Happy Valentine's day."

"You are such a bad liar…" 

"I'm not lying."

"And I'm the Queen" Emma says, rolling her eyes.

Happy Valentine's Day, Val. Have you counted the roses? There are 14. Like your Champions League trophies, yes. But also like the date today, February 14. And do you remember what day it was when we met? 14 too. So happy anniversary, Val! Your favourite kid/teenager/young man, P. P.S. check your phone before leaving the school.

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"Good bye, Miss Valeria!"

"See you tomorrow, guys!" I say to a couple of kids as I leave the school, the bouquet of roses in my arm. "Shit, my phone" I remember, quickly checking it.

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Happy Valentine's day, Val 🤍 

Look to your left when you leave

You had almost forgotten! Rude 😔

Almost, you said it.  And how do you know?

I saw your face

What?

Look to your left, Val

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"Look to my… No way" I chuckle when I see Pedri standing behind a group of parents, leaning against a car. Does he always does that because he likes it or because he knows I like it?

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Pedri 👶🏻🤍

Why are you dressed as a creep? 😂

I'm not

You are.  I'm surprised the parents haven't called the police 😂

Ha ha ha 🙄 

I'm incognito

Sure

I am

Now follow me

Why would I follow a creepy guy?

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After typing that last message I look up to him, and I can't help but laugh when I see him rolling his eyes. Just the reaction I was looking for.

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This creepy guy has a surprise for you

I told you I don't celebrate Valentine's Day

But we aren't celebrating that. 

We are celebrating our anniversary. 

Didn't you read my note?

I did

Then follow me, Valeria 

Fine, Pedro 

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Where are you?

Around the corner.

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"No way" I chuckle when I see him. 

After losing sight of him when an old lady stopped me to ask me about my flowers, I've found him leaning against a car. Again. And smiling like an idiot. 

He definitely knows I like it when he does it.

"Who was that woman?" he asks.

"I don't know. She stopped me to say that I was very lucky to get such beautiful flowers on a day like today and asked if I knew what white roses meant."

"Do you?"

"Nope. You?"

"I do. But I'll tell you later."

"Later when?"

"Later" Pedri says, moving to the passenger's seat and opening the door for me. "My lady."

"Thank you" I giggle. Will I ever not feel lame when he makes me giggle like that? I don't think so. But deep down, I like it. Deeeep down. "This car is new, isn't it? What happened to the Mini?" I ask him when he also gets inside.

"Had to get rid of it. Too easy to spot if you know what I mean."

"Oh, sorry. I liked that car."

"Because of what we did on it on my birthday?" he smirks.

"No" I reply, rolling my eyes. "It was cute. Like you."

"Am I cute?" 

"Very. Especially now that you've got rid of that hoodie and your hair looks all messy."

"You like my messy hair?" he laughs.

"I love it" I say, moving towards him and running a hand through it. "I fucking love it."

"And I… Sorry" he says, clearing his throat and looking away, his eyes focusing on the car parked in front of us. Weird. "Should we go?"

"Sure. But first I must do something."

"What?" he asks, meeting my eyes again.

"This" I say before kissing him, my fingers still tangled in his hair.

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"We've been so lucky with the weather today. I don't think this would have looked as good if I had had to do it inside" Pedri says when we walk into his garden. "What do you… Val. Val, hey. Are you ok?" 

"Umm" I nod.

"Then why are you crying?" he says, cupping my face and wiping away my tears.

"I don't know" I laugh.

"What?"

"I mean, I guess I do know, but…"

"You aren't making any sense, Val."

"I love this, Pedri."

"Really? Don't you find it cheesy?" he chuckles.

"If you had made a path with candles and rose petals, added a hundred flowers everywhere and put a sign with our initials or something like that, I would have definitely found it cheesy. Maybe tacky too. But you didn't. You just grabbed what you had lying around and threw it there, and that makes it perfect."

"Perfect?" 

"Yes, perfect. Because I can tell that you did it. That you thought of it, that no one else did it for you." 

"Then have I earned a kiss, Miss Valeria?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

"And two" I smile back. 

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"Val, I know I am extremely handsome, but you are supposed to be looking at the tv" Pedri says. After having the perfect picnic outside in the garden, we moved into the living room when it got cold, laying on the sofa and cuddling while watching a movie. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help it" I say, my chin resting on his chest.

"Still obsessed with my hair?"

"Very much, yes" I smile. "And you haven't told me about the flowers yet."

"Uh?" 

"The flowers, the ones you sent me this morning. You said you knew what they meant."

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that" I say, moving closer to him so I can run my hands through his hair. How can it look so good today?

"They are white roses. Because you support Real Madrid, and because you made white our colour."

"I didn't make white our colour" I laugh. 

"I beg to differ" he says, kissing my nose. 

"Ok, fine. And what else?"

"What else what?"

"Why did you pick them? The woman who stopped me said they have a lovely meaning."

"Do they?"

"Oh, c'mon Pedri. Stop teasing me and say why you picked them."

"I…"

"You…"

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath and sitting up, moving me with him. "When I decided to get you white roses, I googled their meaning just in case there was something bad. But I found out that they mean purity, trust and friendship."

"I don't think we can be described as pure keeping in mind what we did the night we met" I chuckle.

"No, we can't" he smirks. "But when talking about purity, it also said that you can give white roses to say that your feelings towards that person are pure and honest. And mine towards you are like that, Val. You've read all the things they've said about me and girls. Some are real, some aren't. But since I met you, since that night 6 months ago, all that stopped. You've been the only girl I can think about, the only girl I've been with. The only girl I want to be with. Because I like you, Val. I like you very much, and I…"

"Stop."

"What?"

"Please stop, Pedri."

"Did I say something wrong? Oh God, I did, didn't I? Or I said too much and it's too soon and…"

"Pedri, shut up!" 

"Sorry. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry about" I say, caressing his cheek and making him look at me. "But let me speak too, ok?"

"Ok" he nods. 

"I also like you, Pedri. I like you very much."

"Really?"

"Really" I say before kissing him, feeling the same I did when we kissed on his balcony that first night. As if it is just him and I, his lips on mine, his hands on my body, the feeling of his heart beating against my chest.

[malum-forev]

The Prodigal Son: Chapter One

Pairing: Mafia!40's!Bucky x MobBossDaughter!Reader.

Prologue

You looked around the large room, dark wood lined the walls and expensive fabric hung from the curtain rods. Someone was talking but you weren’t paying attention, it’s not like they were going to ask for your opinion anyways. It wasn’t until the last moment of the meeting when they would turn to you, only to question if you’d met with the manager of the casino recently. Like always, you had and like always, they would just nod. 

Your seat at the table was merely a courtesy from your father, a place given to you on your eighteenth birthday after years of begging. You were smart, smarter than most of the men sitting in front of you.

Everyone filed out of the room except one person. 

“If you have something to say, just raise your voice.” He said.

You chuckled, finishing up what you were writing down and passing it to him. “It’s easier and more effective for me to voice my opinions through a messenger.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the contents on the paper. “You’re accusing one of our most trusted men of stealing money and giving information to another family.”

You nodded.

“If these allegations are true-“

“They’re not allegations if I have proof.” You passed a manila folder with photographs to Bucky.

“Where did you get this?” He asked, loosening the knot on his tie.

“You’d be surprised how far I can go just by hiding in the shadows.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I think you go around looking for trouble.” 

Your whispered giggles filled the coat closet but his blue eyes were filled with worry. Bucky’s chest heaved as he clutched the bourbon bottle tightly. 

“We shouldn’t be here.” He told you.

“You told me to have my first drink at home.” You hiccupped.

“I told you to take your first drink with me, not your first bottle!” Bucky scolded you. 

You had been sneaking around in your father’s study when Bucky caught you. Your knee-high socks were filled with dirt spots and your braided hair was awry. The two of you had rushed to the coat closet to hide when you heard your father’s booming steps come closer.

You were pushed up close to Bucky’s side in the small closet. His cologne wafted through your nostrils like sweets, you were just about to lift up and follow his trail just by the scent like in a cartoon. A mix of wood and jasmine that could only be his. The cologne had been a gift from your parents, brought straight from Paris last summer. Last summer, when everything changed. 

You looked up at Bucky with wide eyes, remembering every second from that summer. Your parents had sent you to a summer camp where more than just studying had happened, you don’t know when the shift happened but you know when your crush started. You got off the train platform and there he was, Bucky had been hard at work that summer and it showed. His usual white shirt now fit snug against his biceps and he had let his hair grow a little bit. Once his blue eyes caught yours and a smile ran across his lips you were done. You felt your knees weaken and you would have fallen had it not been for his strong arms pulling you into a hug.

“I missed you.” His raspy voice filled your ears, music you hadn’t heard before. “Don’t you dare leave me for a whole summer again young lady.”

“I wouldn’t dare to.” Suddenly, there was no air in your lungs.

You’d never thought of Bucky as a brother, he was more of a friend or a confidante but after that summer, you wanted more from him.

“I think your father left.” Bucky said, bringing you back. The two of you had changed a lot in a year. Bucky had increased his visits to the gym and you had picked up a more mature sense of style. Last summer you were a young fourteen-year-old and now you felt like a woman. It was this false confidence, and maybe the amounts of alcohol ingested, that made you think- or not think- your next move. 

You stood on your tiptoes and brought your lips close to his but before you could bring your lips together like you wanted, Bucky stopped you.

“What are you doing?” His eyes widened and he pushed his already flat back closer to the wall.

You felt your face heat with embarrassment as you lowered yourself back to your position.

“I’m sorry.” You said. 

Bucky gulped as he looked down at you, unable to speak one word. 

“I shouldn’t have drank that.” You blamed the bottle.

“Forgive me if I’ve given you mixed signals.” Bucky set his gaze forward. “But I’m ten years your senior, this can never happen.”

You wished the ground would swallow you up but the universe gave you the next best thing, Bucky left the coat closet without saying another word and left you to bask in your embarrassment alone. 

You sipped red wine and looked down at your plate curiously. It wasn’t the lamb chop that made your interests peak, it was the gold foil adorning the perimeter of the expensive plate. Your parents’ wedding China, your mother only brought it out on special occasions. 

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Your father remarked.

“If your mother wanted to poison you, don’t you think she would have done it when you were a rebellious eighteen-year-old?” Bucky laughed under his breath. 

“It’s not poison I’m afraid of.” You said. “It’s the porcelain trojan horse I’m watching out for.”

Your mother set down her cutlery. “I’m thinking of purchasing a dog.”

“Another one?” You asked. “By this time next year you’ll be nothing but tufts of fur and kibble.”

At first, your mother narrowed her eyes but her anger quickly turned to sadness as her eyes filled with tears. 

“I wouldn’t be this lonely if you weren’t punishing me.” She wailed. “It’s like you don’t want me to meet my grandchildren.”

Your father sighed and rubbed circles on her back. 

“There it is.” You told Bucky. 

Hours later, once your mother calmed down, you walked along the garden. You laid back on a patch of grass and closed your eyes. 

“Are you still wishing on stars?” You heard Bucky’s voice.

You kept your eyes closed and smiled as you felt his arm close to yours. “Would it be wrong if I were?”

“It would be silly for a woman like you to leave your life up to chance.” Bucky hummed. 

You looked up at the night sky, pointing to the biggest star you could find. “I would like to be immature, just for tonight. How about we wish on that one?”

Bucky took your hand in his and hummed, closing his eyes for a second. 

“What did you wish for?” Bucky’s blue eyes pierced yours. 

“I wished for William to ask for my hand tomorrow.” You whispered. 

Bucky’s features hardened for a second. “Tomorrow?”

You nodded. “He’s asked my father for a meeting tomorrow at two.”

Bucky took a deep breath and looked back at the night’s sky.

You rushed out to the garden, looking for Bucky. He’d left your party some time ago and you still couldn’t find him. 

You found him lying on the grass with his eyes closed. 

“You’re a hard man to find.” You laughed, plopping your tulle dress down on the grass. 

Bucky smiled as he heard your voice. “I’m actually hiding from you.”

“From me?” You smiled.

He nodded. “I’m still trying to find a way to apologize for not getting you a birthday present. I’ve been so caught up with- well, the business that it slipped my mind. And your eighteenth birthday none the less!”

You licked your bottom lip. “You shouldn’t worry about a gift.”

“You say the word and I’ll give it to you, anything you want, anything you could dream for your birthday.” An unrecognizable emotion flashed through him and you felt your breath hitch. 

You opened and closed your mouth twice, your sensible part warning you not to do it. Not wanting to face another rejection. But time had passed and things had changed, right?

“Anything you want, Princess.” He repeated his blue eyes darkening like the night sky above you.

“I want a kiss.” You whispered. 

“You’d waste your carte blanche on a kiss?” He came closer to you, running his knuckles against your cheek. “A kiss from an old man like me?”

You giggled. “You’re not an old man.”

“To a young beautiful thing like you,” He chuckled. “I am.”

Your breath got caught in your throat as he brought his lips closer to you. His minty breath fanning your mouth. 

“Are you sure this is what you want, Princess?” He asked, his voice pained, like he was holding back. 

Unable to get any word out, you nodded. 

Bucky crashed his lips to yours like a hungry man, his large calloused hands gripped the back of your neck like he never wanted to let go. He nipped your bottom lip, making you let out a moan mixing pain and pleasure. Bucky’s hands traveled the seam of your dress, stopping just above your ass. You pushed your chest closer to him, wanting him to take you then and there but, he stopped. 

Your ragged breaths were all that could be heard. Bucky laid back on the grass and tucked your body to his side. 

“Do you believe in wishing on stars?” You asked quietly, your lips throbbed. 

Bucky sighed. “I’m willing to believe.”

You closed your eyes and wished for this night to never end. 

Bucky turned his head to you, a small smile on his lips. “Should I tell you what I wished for?”

“Of course not, if you tell me, then it won’t materialize.”

You slammed the tailor’s glass door open, narrowing your eyes at his assistant. 

“Where is he?” You barked and she raised a trembling hand towards the back room.

From the look of Bucky’s reflection, he was pretty happy with his actions. He had been waiting for you for some time, the clock marked two thirty pm. 

“Are you proud of yourself?” You asked, coming close to him, your nostrils flaring. 

Bucky smiled down at you. “I have done many things I should be proud of, could you be more specific?”

“The meeting with William?” You rolled your eyes. “The one you cancelled.”

“Ah yes.” Bucky waved for the tailor to keep marking his body. “I had more important matters to attend.”

“This doesn’t even concern you.” You narrowed your eyes at Bucky. “Yet you advised my father to not move forward with the meeting without you.”

“Correct.”

“You think a tailor fitting for another stupid oxford grey suit is more important than me marrying?” You threw your hands up.

Bucky’s lips twitched upwards. “Actually, this suit is going to be navy.”

“Who do you think you are? Getting in the way of my wishes?” You asked.

“You can never speak of a wish once made upon a star, it will never come true.”

You usually could contain your anger but this time it had become too much to handle, your rage was bubbling over. 

“I want you, I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember but you continue to reject me.” You dug your index finger into his chest. “So, if you do not want me don’t stand in my way. William and I are to be engaged by the end of this month whether you like it or not.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “I cannot let you marry a man like that, an unfaithful man-“

“I’ve spent the majority of my best years pining over you just to be let down.” You interrupted him. “Now you have no say in my life. Not when I’ve been clear of what I want.”

“You’re willing to marry a man knowing you love someone else?” Bucky took your hand but you ripped it away.

“I have never been stupid enough to let someone have my love knowing they cannot say it back.” You grinded down on your molars. 

“You cannot do this.” Bucky straightened his back. “I forbid it.”

“I’ve been promised his great grandmother’s ring.” You said.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “All this for a ring?”

Rage traveled through your veins. “If I cannot have my family’s ring, I will have William’s.”

Bucky’s gaze traveled from you to the gold signet ring on his last finger. 

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[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 16

Chapter 16: What if we're caught?

You wake up the next morning to a pounding headache and an empty bed. You stay in bed for a few moments with your eyes closed, not ready to get up, and have to live through the day. When the sun shining through the windows starts to permeate through your eyelids, you finally sit up properly. You look around the room, eyes still half closed, and spot a note on his nightstand that looks like it was left for you.

Sorry, Babe. I had to go to work and didn't want to wake you.

I made you some food, and it's in the kitchen. I'm usually not on my phone at work, so call my assistant, Toby, if you need anything: XXX-XXX-XXXX. Love you! <3.

Assistant? Since when has he had an assistant? Now that I think about it, I don't know if I've seen him go to work since I met him. Oops, I'm such a bad influence. Thank god I have the day off today, though. Maybe I'll bring him some food for lunch since I was so crazy last night.

You spent the entirety of the morning sitting in bed with his blankets swaddling you, eating the food he made you, and watching shitty reality TV. Vanderpump Rules does nothing to cure your headache or make you feel more like a functioning human being, so you decide to check your phone and get ready for the rest of the day.

Oops, it's almost noon. I better grab some pastries and coffee from the shop and head over. Hopefully, he's not mad I'm coming over unannounced.

You walk to the coffee shop, the sunshine, and fresh air doing wonders for your condition. You grab him some food and the coffee you know he likes, writing a cute note for him to read when he gets the food using the shop's notepad. You take an Uber to his office, and the driver takes you to the most expensive sector of the city. The Uber parks in front of a giant modern building overlooking the park, with substantial gold doors and sleek glass with gold accents everywhere.

I can't believe I've never been here before.

Walking in, you're greeted with a giant water fountain surrounded by many high-value-looking statues and art. The floors are made of pure marble, the expanse of it traveling back what seemed like many miles. The walls had large arches on each side, leading to other sections of the building that held various rooms. The furniture was simple, yes, clearly expensive, and the desk where the receptionist sat was high and accented with shades of gray and white. The most impressive part, you noticed, was a sizable gold-lettered sign reading KNJ hung on the far wall of the lobby.

Holy fuck, is this really an office building? It looks like a museum.

You approach the beautiful young woman sitting behind the main desk. She has deep brown eyes and long black hair, her skin clear and her face glowing. She had strong features, thick eyebrows that suited her perfectly, and a sharp jawline. She looks as if she could've been hired as a model, her elegance almost stunning you to silence until you remember you have to speak.

"Hi, I'm here to see Namjoon Kim," you say sweetly.

"Oh yes, Namjoon's told me so much about you. Is that from your coffee shop?" she says, smiling and looking down at the bag you hold by your side.

Who the fuck is this? Why is Namjoon so close to this beautiful woman? Is he this close with everyone who works in the building? There's no way. I don't care that he can't fuck her. He shouldn't be talking to other girls so much—pretty ones at that.

"Right over here," the lady at the desk says, bringing you up the elevator and to a large set of double doors at the very end of a long hallway on the top floor.

"Thanks," you respond with a fake smile that drops off your face the second she turns around to walk away.

You look through the small window on one of the doors to see Namjoon, deep in thought, looking through stacks of paper on his desk and flicking a pen between his fingers.

Wow, my boyfriend's so hot when he's being all serious and professional.

CREAK

You open the door slowly as Namjoon moves his eyes up to look across his desk without moving his head.

"Who is it?" he calls, sounding far away in concentration.

"Sorry, did I bother you while you're in the middle of something?" you peek through the door's opening.

He immediately recognizes your voice, abandoning his work and snapping his head to look at you properly.

"Babe! Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I just thought that it would be nice to bring you some food after taking such good care of me last night," you say in a shy, harmless voice, giving him a syrupy smile.

"Awww, that's really sweet; give me one second," he looks down to shuffle some papers around his desk.

You close the door behind you, slamming it with your foot and walking inside, throwing the food onto his desk carelessly, sitting across from him with your arms crossed.

"Who was that girl, the one at the desk, the pretty black-haired one? She seemed to know A LOT about you. Are you guys friends or something? It seems like you two are close, " you say accusingly, ignoring his last remark.

"That's my assistant, I told you," he says, still arranging papers.

"No, you said your assistant was Toby, so now you have two assistants?" you say in a rude tone, scoffing at the end of your sentence.

"That IS Toby," he looks up at you, forehead creased in confusion.

A look of shock rolls over your face, your arms dropping down to your sides.

Oh fuck. Toby is fully a girl, not a guy. I've gotta save myself. What should I do? A: apologize for accusing him of lying, B: blame him for not making himself more explicit on the note, or C: use sexual persuasion to get out of this.

I know what I must do.

You stand up from your seat and walk over to his side of the desk, swaying your hips as you go.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you look in a suit?" you say, voice dripping in molasses as you sit across his lap and tug on his tie.

"You thought Toby was a guy, didn't you?" he shoots you a knowing smile, amusement all over his face.

"No... Maybe... Don't focus on that right now. Focus on the fact that I want you to fuck me over this desk, how's that?"

"Really?" Namjoon's eyebrows raise into his hairline.

"Mhm," you reply, popping the buttons on your blouse, watching his eyes trail your fingers.

"What if we're caught?" Namjoon breathes out, though his eyes betray him, already hooded and lustful.

"Good." You say, leaning into him slowly, "I want everyone to know how well you fuck me."

Namjoon pulls you into him, your words setting him alight. He rubs his hand across your thigh and grips your ass, jiggling it in his hand. You tangle your hands into his hair, messing up the perfect gel job he had done and scratching your nails over his scalp. He parts from you to moan, and you take the opportunity to lean into his neck, kissing him down the side. You scratch your teeth against his sensitive areas and bite down a few times, soothing the mark with your tongue afterward. You point your tongue and lick a stripe over his Adam's apple, feeling the vibrations of his moan through his neck and onto your tongue.

You back away from him and smile deviously, running your hands down his body as you slink to your knees under his desk.

"Baby, w-what are you doing," he stutters out, already worked up completely.

"I'm going to suck you off right here. Kinda hot, no?" you smile innocently up at him, unbuckling his belt with ease and popping the button of his pants open.

"Damn. Okay." He responds, settling back into the chair and spreading his legs for you to sit comfortably in between.

You unzip the rest of his pants quickly, not wanting to waste any precious time. He lifts his hips as you push his pants and underwear down, crawling up to him and showcasing your breasts. You lean over his dick, gathering globs of saliva into your mouth before spitting over the tip, spreading it with your hands to wet his entire shaft. You wrap your hand properly around his dick, pumping up and down, setting a fast pace immediately. You remember to twist your hand how he likes it, watching his face for reactions. He is looking down at you, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed, trying to keep in the sounds of pleasure threatening to spill out of his mouth.

You lean up and give soft kitten licks around the tip, still pumping with one hand. He tangles his hand into your hair, pushing it away from your face so he can view you completely. You encapsulate the head with your mouth, only focusing on that part of him for a few moments. You suck him harshly, dipping your tongue into the hole on the tip repeatedly, giving him immense pleasure but enough for him to beg for more. You hear the grunts that settle in his throat and feel the hand on the back of your head twitching, wanting to push you down the rest of the way but too much of a gentleman to do so. You decide to give in to him, deciding you've punished him enough for now, and sink all the way down his cock, tracing his veins with your tongue and hollowing your cheeks for a tight fit. You find a steady rhythm, pumping him up and down when a knock on the door resounds throughout the office.

Namjoon doesn't have time to speak before the person enters, walking in with papers atop her arm. He quickly scrambles to pull himself closer to the desk, fixing his hair and wiping his brow.

"Namjoon, we really need to discuss the partnership project. This new investor is very important." Toby walks in, totally oblivious to what's happening under the desk, walking to stand across from it.

Namjoon answers in a strained voice, trying to sound put together, "Ah yes, just place them on the table over there, I'll look through them later."

Once you realize that it was Toby who walked through the door, your mind picks up, wanting to tease Namjoon a little bit. As he's midway through his response to her, you lick a strip up his shaft from the base, causing him to startle a little bit.

"Are you sure? I really think we should look through the proposal together," Toby asks, taking another step forward.

You continue to run your tongue all over him, leaning down to suck his balls softly, watching his knuckles turn white against the armrests of his chair as he clutches it.

"Nope, nope," Namjoon sticks his arm out, wanting to prevent her from coming any closer and catching a glimpse of what's happening under the desk, "I'm all good. Just set them over there."

He points to the table on the farthest side of the room, hoping she'll take the hint and get out of his office.

"Okay, I think I need to come back in a few hours to collect the data transcripts, though, so try and get them done if you can," she comments as she heads back towards the door.

As she does so, you stick your tongue under the sensitive part of his frenulum, placing one thumb on the hole of his tip so that all the pleasure is concentrated in one area, causing him to jump in his seat.

"Ah! I mean... Ah, okay, I'll do that," he says lamely, sweat starting to bead on his hairline.

"Okay... I'll stop by later," Toby gives him a perplexed look as she exits the room, looking at him as if he's gone completely insane.

The second the door closes fully, Namjoon pulls up his pants and runs to lock the door, closing the screen for the window too. He returns to his seat and scoops you up off the floor by your armpits, bringing you onto his lap.

"You are so bad." He grins at you, putting one hand on your cheek.

You smirk back up at him, proud of making him lose control, even if just for a second.

He grabs your chin harshly and pulls your face closer to his.

"But bad girls get punished, don't they?" the smile on his face drops, replaced by something much more sinister. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

Your core pulses in anticipation, loving the way he threatens you. You push your chest into his and lean towards his neck. You whisper a small and insincere "yes" into his ear, pulling back and giving him a sinister smile of your own.

He wraps his hands around your legs and picks you up harshly, walking you to the other side of his desk. He sweeps one hand across his desk, scattering papers and knocking over a jar of pens to make room to place you down. He sits you on the edge and reaches for the button of your jeans immediately, wasting no time in his pursuit to fuck you senseless. He rips the pants down your legs and settles in between them, tugging your bra cups down to reveal your tits, planting light bites across each one, gripping the soft flesh in his hand, and kneading it harshly. You moan and arch your back into him, wrapping your legs around his middle and using your heels to push him in. He breaks away from your tits, moving his focus down to your clothed core. He immediately pushes your underwear to the side and pushes two fingers inside you, your wetness helping him with the glide. He slams his fingers into you harshly, the few bracelets that adorn his wrist jingling with the force of his arm. You grab his bicep and cry out loudly, unable to keep your pleasure inside. When the volume of your voice increases, he stuffs two of his fingers into your mouth, using them to muffle your sounds. As his speed increases, so does your need for release. The end is so close. You start clenching his arm harder and squeezing your eyes closed, only needing a few more pumps to push you over the edge when he pulls out completely.

"Bad girls don't get to cum right away, do they?"

You whimpered at the punishment, knocking your head against his chest and panting heavily. You snake your arm between your bodies and stick two fingers inside you, attempting to finish off yourself, but he grabs both of your wrists and pins them behind your back.

"And good girls don't touch themselves," he growls as he takes himself out of his pants and back into his hand, pumping himself, preparing to line up with your entrance. You twist and squirm in his hands, wanting to find any way to give yourself pleasure, to no avail.

"Please give it to me, Namjoon. I'll be a good girl, I promise." You plead with him, looking up at him and begging for his cock.

"Fine, but be careful what you wish for," Namjoon says as he pushes himself into you harshly, fucking into you wildly right off the bat. You scream out at the feeling, your hips bucking against him to meet each thrust, chest heaving. He keeps your hands pinned behind your back with one hand, and the other squeezes the edge of your ass harshly, his grip strong enough to leave imprints of his fingertips as bruises. The pain and pleasure combined are so intense, and with your orgasm already so close, the end threatens itself again. You're moaning wildly, insides starting to clench around him when he pulls out of you again.

"No!" You exclaim, beginning to feel tears prick in your eyes. "I was so close," You thrash in his hands, trying to free his hand from around both of yours.

"I'm punishing you," Namjoon says, cocking an eyebrow, "didn't you agree that you needed to be punished?"

You don't answer, and he doesn't wait for one as he releases your arms and pushes your torso down, yanking your legs closer to him so that you lay across the desk, your ass held up by his hands. He moves back into you and regains his tempo, though this time slightly sloppier, signaling that it won't take much for him to reach his end. You clench around him as he thrusts into you, wanting to speed him up as your peak creeps nearer once again. You moan out, only needing a few more thrusts to finish completely, when you sit up and clutch his shoulders with your hands, trying to prevent him from pulling away again. You are successful, and when you finally cum, the pleasure renders you speechless, only able to open your mouth in a silent moan and tremble around him, nails leaving indents on his shoulders. The moment you come down, he leaves you no time to rest before pulling out of you and frantically asking you to kneel down and open your mouth. You do as he says, and the timing of his orgasm is impeccable, his cum shooting down at you the moment you open your mouth. You let all of it land on your tongue, leaving it there for him to admire before closing your mouth and swallowing it all, sticking your tongue back out to show him the evidence. You bring yourself back up to your feet and pull your underwear back on properly, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders to gather you into a hug. He rubs his hands up and down your back for a few moments, the both of you basking in the afterglow and the thrill of the whole experience. He keeps his arms wrapped around you as he speaks,

"I'm sorry if that was too much. I got a little carried away," he says into your shoulder, almost hiding his face as if he were embarrassed.

"No, don't be sorry," you pull away from him to look into his eyes, "I loved it. You were so good." You smile and place a kiss on his lips. You walk around to the back of the desk and reclaim your clothes, sitting on his lap in his office chair when he pats it and opens his arms.

"Let's eat together," he says as he unpacks the food you brought him, feeding himself and you during meaningless conversation.

"Toby totally knew we were doing something," He groans, food still in his mouth. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Well, you weren't exactly subtle," you laugh at him as he slaps your thigh playfully.

"And whose fault was that?" he laughs along with you.

"Maybe you need to punish me again," you tease him, poking your finger into one of his dimples.

"Very funny. But I actually need to get stuff done now."

You get up as he speaks, gathering your purse and phone.

"I love you," you call out as you open the door.

"I love you too," he responds, fixing the papers strewn all over his desk.

You smile and close the door, humming happily to yourself as you walk down the hallway and ride down the elevator.

He really loves me. 

[marigolian]

I’d love to read the Omnsicient Reader web novel, but I’d actually need to find where I left off w/ the webtoon and find the corresponding novel chapter because I refuse to re-read 100 chapters or something like that.

[dorotharry]

tiny dancer ; prologue

Pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x fem!reader

Next Chapter

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: kinda long for a prologue, fluff, not really much but please let me know if anything in this upsets you. 

Summary: After being drafted for the war in 1942, Bucky goes to the ballet a week before having to leave with his best friend Steve. There he becomes infatuated you with the prima ballerina of the show, and he just has to meet you before his last week in Brooklyn is up. He hopes one day you would meet again; little does it know it will be 72 years later.

A/N: This is my first Bucky fic, I thought of it last night and I was kind of excited to write it. Sorry if any of the information is wrong as well my knowledge of Ballet and Brooklyn/NY are limited. I’m not sure if there are any similar story types but feel is so please let me know and I’ll tag them for people to read in the next chapter. I hope you enjoy :) Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter. 

Before everything - 1942

“Oh, come on Steve, come to the Ballet with me!” Bucky spoke enthusiastically, his arms pressed again the frame of Steve’s front door. “It’s my last week before I go.”

“And you couldn’t have just chose to go to a bar like any other normal man would a week before going to the war?” Steve responded looking sceptically at his best friend. Someone who he had never known to be interested in ballet.

“Because going to a bar filled with soldiers would be a bright choice for you,” sighed Bucky, “I’d rather not have to get into another fight…” Steve rolled his eyes and pursed his lips waiting for Bucky to continue. “Everyone in New York is talking about the Ballet! Don’t you want to feel cultured?” Bucky exclaimed moving away from the door frame. “Plus!, I got us pretty good seats if I do say so myself, what row was it again…?” He trailed off looking smugly at Steve. “…Oh, that’s right! Row three.”

“Too bad you couldn’t score front row,” responded Steve mimicking Bucky’s cocky attitude. Bucky huffed at his friend’s response. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” laughed Steve, “Fine if the ballet is where you want to go a week before you go, then the ballet is where we’re going, I guess.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up at his friends’ words. “Yes! This is going to be great, a night on the town, just two gentlemen going to see the ballet.” He grinned, Steve noting how happy he seemed to be going to the ballet; he wasn’t sure why. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6pm”, Bucky spoke turning away from his still sceptical best friend.

“Okay then,” responded Steve watching him walk off.

Just as he’d said, Bucky had picked Steve up the next day, driving them to the theatre and making it there for 6:30. They wandered the foyer looking at all of the people dressed up to watch the performance like them. Many had already been a few times and were raving about what they were most excited for again. For Bucky and Steve though, this is new territory. Both of them glad though that they were doing something new. They made their way into the theatre finding their seats, as everyone began to pile in, ready for the show.

“I’ve heard that the lead female ballet dancer is meant to be very good”, whispered Bucky to Steve as the lights began to dim.

“You mean the Prima Ballerina?” Whispered back Steve correcting him.

Bucky looked at Steve with an amused look. “For someone who didn’t want to come you sure know a lot about ballet”, chuckled Bucky placing his focus back towards the stage.

Steve sighed and looked back at him, “I don’t know a lot of ballet, that’s just common knowled—” He was shushed by Bucky as he tapped him on the shoulder multiple times in order to tell him to be quiet. Steve looked towards the stage again as the orchestra began playing.

Bucky watched as the curtains opened, the stage filled with ballet dancers.

Not long into the performance you would enter, nervous side stage as your friends reminded you of how brilliant you would be. This wasn’t your first time performing but every time was just as nerve-wracking as the last. This was your passion of course, and you wanted nothing more than to be perfect.  You looked down at your tutu, a bright red tutu, a colour that stood out amongst the rest of the cast who were dressed in whites and greens. Even the male lead was only dressed in white. You particularly like your pointe shoes the best; they were a stunning bright red to match the rest of your costume.

Shaken from your thoughts you heard the beginning of your entrance within the music, jumping up and down briefly before getting into position to enter. Then you did, getting into character instantly.

Bucky gasped as his eyes followed you as you entered the stage so gracefully. He had heard you were a magnificent dancer, but he didn’t know you were so beautiful. Composing himself in his seat he watched as you were so engrossed in the music and the dance. It was obvious you loved what you did.

As the ballet continued his eyes never lost focus from you. He even thought there was one time when you had looked at him in the audience, but he knew that couldn’t be true, someone so perfect would never draw their focus from their work to look at him.

Even during the interval Bucky was in his own world as he thought about how captivating you had been. Barely listening but nodding as Steve spoke to him about his thoughts of the show.

When the show finally ended the crowd stood up applauding the performance. Eagerly so did Bucky, Steve following. As you bowed many people threw roses and he mentally cursed himself for not bringing any himself. The curtains closed and the theatre lights slowly came back on.

“Well I must say I did enjoy that,” spoke Steve as they exited the theatre, breaking the silence and pulling Bucky from his thoughts, he stopped walked and looked at Steve.

“Steve, call me crazy but I have to meet her, I have to know her name.”

Steve looked at Bucky and sighed knowing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Alright pal, why don’t we wait near the door the cast exit from?”

Bucky practically jumped up and down as he followed his friend, who somehow knew where the cast door was, although it wasn’t a hard guess. Just down the alleyway next to the theatre.

-     

After the performance, adrenaline was running through you like crazy. You loved this feeling. Tonight’s audience was marvellous, and they held nothing back when applauding you all for your performance.

When you performed you couldn’t see much of the audience due to the stage lights, but you could see up to around the 4th row. While you had stopped at the end one of your solos in the first act your eyes had briefly stumbled upon a very handsome man with brunette hair. But you didn’t get a great look because as soon as one song ended the next one started.

You had removed your costume and let your hair out of its bun brushing it out and attempting to make it look as presentable as you could. You got into a nice dress which you had arrived in, keeping your makeup on along with your bright red lipstick. Grabbing your bag, you said goodbye to your fellow colleagues as you exited the backstage area and entered the alleyway.

As you got to where the alleyway ended, and the city sidewalk started you were met with the same brunette you had noticed during the show. “Miss, I’m terribly sorry to bother you after your show but I just had to introduce myself to such a beautiful and talented woman.” Rambled Bucky.

You blushed and looked down as your dress, “Why thank you…” you trailed off waiting for the handsome stranger to tell you, his name. He seemed a bit distractedd looking at your eyes that he didn’t catch on though, causing his smaller blonde friend next to him to nudge him.

“Oh, sorry my names Bucky,” he replied letting out a nervous chuckle, “and this is Steve,” gesturing to his best friend.

Steve raised his arm to shake your hand, “Sorry miss but what was your name again? Bucky here forgot to tell me.”

You raised your arm and shook his hand, letting out a giggle over the two men in front of you, “My names y/n”.

You looked back over at Bucky who seemed to be going over something in his brain. “I wanted to know if you wanted to get a drink or some food or something with me?” What Bucky thought would be a confident question turned more into a rambling mess. Gosh he thought you were pretty.

You blushed, “How am I to know you’re not a murderer?” Raising an eyebrow at the nervous man in front of you.

Steve interjected this time, “I can confirm y/n, he’s not a murderer. Honestly, he’s usually a lot better at flirting than this, I’ve never seen him look so nervous.”

Bucky sent a death glare at Steve before looking back at you. You laughed again, grinning ear to ear, “Well I am pretty hungry, so I won’t say no, especially when a ladies’ man is so nervous to talk to me.” You smirked.

Now it was Bucky’s turn to grin, “great!” He responded. “I just have to drop Steve home and then we’re all set… Did you have a car?” He asked.

“Nope,” you spoke back, “so… do you think you’d be able to drop me home afterwards?” you asked, “You know considering I’m being so nice to a stranger.”

“I was going to offer anyway,” he replied signalling you to follow. You chatted with the two men as you walked to the car, when you got there, you insisted Steve sit in the front considering he was being dropped home. Then once you arrived at his, you both said your goodbyes to Steve. “I hope to see you again soon,” you yelled from the car as you sat in the front waving.

Steve waved back, as Bucky drove off to one of his favourite bars/restaurants beeping his horn at Steve as he left.

The rest of the night went smoothly, you both ate and chatted for hours, feeling like time barely existed with one another. It may sound cheesy but both of you felt like you were meant to meet one another. The only downside was that Bucky had told you he would be leaving for the war at the end of week, so you both knew it could never be anything more until at least the war ended.

It wasn’t until you realised the time that you knew you needed to get home, being Prima Ballerina wasn’t an easy job and it required getting at least some sleep. Bucky understood and drove you home continuing to talk about everything together. He even confessed he wished he had of gotten you some roses, to which you responded that how would he have known to do that. Of course, Bucky being a gentleman he still was disappointed he didn’t, even if you didn’t mind.

When you got home you thanked him for the wonderful night. “I’m going to see you again before I go,” he said from in the car, as you stood by the passenger window.

“I hoped you’d say that” you replied, “Good night Bucky,” you blew him a kiss, and his cheeks turned a bright pink.

“Goodnight y/n” he replied, grinning like a fool. He watched you walk into your apartment to make sure you got in safe before driving off. Gosh you were perfect.

-   

It was finally the day he left.

Just like he promised you did see him again. After each show through the week, he would bring you a rose. Each time making you blush.

Most days he just drove you home and you chatted in the car, but a couple of times you got dinner again and made the most of the time you had with your new friend. You wished he didn’t have to go; you wished every time you saw him you could kiss him. But that felt like it would complicate things, you hadn’t known him long enough to put yourself through that kind of heart ache.

You and Steve were at the train station saying goodbye to Bucky. It was hard for Steve, he wanted nothing more than to go with his best friend and fight for his country, but he couldn’t. They didn’t want him.

For you though, you had only known Bucky a week, you had grown so comfortable with him, so it was hard seeing him leave, not knowing if he’d come back. He knew more about you than some of your closest friends that you had known for years, he was just that kind of guy, someone you could trust.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to just grab you and kiss you, but he didn’t know if that’s what you wanted. Steve had told him the day before to just go for it, but he was unsure. He didn’t want to put you through the heart ache. As he picked up his bags, Steve gave him a giant hug, you stepped forward and did the same hoping you wouldn’t have to let him go.

Releasing each other from your embrace, you both looked into each other’s eyes. Your eyes filled with water, and you could tell Bucky was holding back tears.

“Goodbye Steve, goodbye y/n” he spoke sadly as he began to walk towards the train.

Steve looked at you as if to say, ‘are you sure you don’t want to just go for it?’ and you sighed. He was right, what was there to lose? Bugger this you thought, “Bucky!” you yelled running towards him, “You forgot something!” He turned around confused only to be greeted by you grabbing his face and softly yet hungrily pressing your lips to his. He sighed into the kiss dropping his bags, he didn’t push you away instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. 

This kiss was nothing like any of the kisses you had experienced before, if fact it made you feel the same way ballet did. It was the same for Bucky, none of the kisses he had ever shared with anyone felt like this.

You finally stopped and parted, resting your foreheads on one another’s.  

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll see you again.” He spoke softly to you.

You stepped back as a few tears fell down your face, nodding. He gave you a charming Bucky smile before picking his bags back up and turning away. You walked back to Steve giving him a hug, as he watched his best friend leave him for the first time in his life.

You wanted nothing more than to believe that you would see each other again.

Little did you know you would, only 72 years later.

Chapter One (next chapter)

[dontbipanicjonsa]

A confusing clusterfuck of thoughts re: Jonsa

Or: why the fuck are Jon and Sansa so compatible if they're not canon, huh?

He saw the Wall shining like blue crystal, and his bastard brother Jon sleeping alone in a cold bed, his skin growing pale and hard as the memory of all warmth fled from him. - Bran III AGOT

So....Jon is going to lose memory of all warmth? I'm going to separate the changes brought about in post-resurrection!Jon here as changes caused by death and changes caused by Ghost. This post is only speculating about the changes caused by death i.e. loss of memory of all warmth.

More foreshadowing for that-

Chunks of coal burned in iron braziers at either end of the long room, but Jon found himself shivering. The chill was always with him here. In a few years he would forget what it felt like to be warm. - Jon III AGOT

"It was. The fort is in a sorry state, admittedly. You will restore it as best you can..." ... You'll sleep on stone, too exhausted to complain or plot, and soon you'll forget what it was like to be warm, but you might remember what it was to be a man. - Jon II ADWD

So, I did a word search for warm and memory and I found some interesting stuff. Read under the cut.

1. Home

Jon- warmth and memory of home

The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north. - Jon II AGOT (thinking about Arya)

The weariness came on him suddenly... So cold, he thought, remembering the warm halls of Winterfell, where the hot waters ran through the walls like blood through a man's body. There was scant warmth to be found in Castle Black... - Jon III AGOT

...Iron Emmett was still urging on his charges in the yard. The song of steel on steel woke a hunger in Jon. It reminded him of warmer, simpler days, when he had been a boy at Winterfell matching blades with Robb under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrik Cassel. Ser Rodrik too had fallen, slain by Theon Turncloak... All my memories are poisoned. - Jon VI ADWD

The warmth took some of the ache from his muscles and made him think of Winterfell's muddy pools, steaming and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it.-Jon XII ASOS

So, these are the memories of warmth he'll lose? This warmth, that he associates with Winterfell (and the Starks), is the first memory of warmth Jon has.

Dany- memory of home

The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind... and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door.

"… the dragon …" - Daenerys IX AGOT

Home? The word made her feel sad. Ser Jorah had his Bear Island, but what was home to her? A few tales, names recited as solemnly as the words of a prayer, the fading memory of a red door … was Vaes Dothrak to be her home forever? - Daenerys VI AGOT

..."What shall we talk of?"

"Home," said Dany. "Naath. Butterflies and brothers. Tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. Remind me that there is still good in the world."

Missandei did her best. She was still talking when Dany finally fell to sleep, to dream queer, half-formed dreams of smoke and fire. - Daenerys VIII ADWD

Dany's idea of 'home' changes over the course of the books. In the beginning she uses home for Illyrio's house, or the house with the red door. She very clearly doesn't think of Westeros as her home. After Viserys's death however, there's a sudden shift. Now, Westeros is her long lost home that she must return to someday. It's jarring. Interestingly enough, she pretty clearly rejects the idea of Dothraki khalasars as home, and the only time she calls Meereen home is in her last chapter of ADWD where she's trying to convince herself to return there. But we know that she ultimately rejects that too, in the same chapter.

Sansa- memory of home

Snow was falling on the Eyrie.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me? Already the snowfall lay thick... The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood. - Sansa VII ASOS

Last of all came the Royces, Lord Nestor and Bronze Yohn... Though his hair was grey and his face lined, Lord Yohn still looked as though he could break most younger men like twigs in those huge gnarled hands. His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa's memories of his time at Winterfell. - Alayne I AFFC

She missed Septa Mordane, and even more Jeyne Poole, her truest friend... She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. Once in a while, Sansa even missed her sister. By now Arya was safe back in Winterfell... - Sansa II ACOK

Arya coz why not

"Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.… Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you …" - Arya II AGOT

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. - Arya II AFFC

Again, all this (and much more) is stuff that reminds Sansa (and Arya) of home. This is, presumably, shit that Jon is gonna forget. Or maybe he'll retain the memories and only lose the emotions (warmth) associated with it?

2. Suitors or romantic/sexual partners (+Ben Plumm)

Jon

Many a night he lay with Ygritte warm beside him,... - Jon V ASOS

So, Ygritte becomes his second memory of warmth.

When he turned he saw Ygritte.

...cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon's heart leapt into his mouth. "Ygritte," he said.

"Lord Snow." The voice was Melisandre's.

Surprise made him recoil from her. "Lady Melisandre." He took a step backwards. "I mistook you for someone else." At night all robes are grey. - Jon VI ADWD

AT NIGHT ALL ROBES ARE GREY...yea I know, this is a well established connection between the Girl in Grey and Ygritte. Since Jon associates Ygritte with warmth so strongly, I think it's safe to assume that the Girl in Grey might play a role in warming him too (hehe).

… one hears queer talk of dragons."

"Would that we had one here. A dragon might warm things up a bit."

"My lord jests. You will forgive me if I do not laugh. We Braavosi are descended from those who fled Valyria and the wroth of its dragonlords. We do not jape of dragons." - Jon IX ADWD

Yikes.

Dany

"If my queen commands," he (Jorah) said, curt and cold.

Dany was warm enough for both of them. "She does," she said. "She commands...

When he was gone, Dany threw herself down on her pillows beside her dragons. She had not meant to be so sharp with Ser Jorah, but his endless suspicion had finally woken her dragon. - Daenerys IV ASOS

So, here the warmth is because of anger (woken the dragon).

Dany could feel the warmth of his fingers. He was warm in Qarth as well, she recalled, until the day he had no more use for me. She rose to her feet. "Come," she said, and Xaro followed her through the pillars... - Daenerys III ADWD

She remembered Ben's face the last time she had seen it. It was a warm face, a face I trusted... Even the dragons had been fond of old Brown Ben, who liked to boast that he had a drop of dragon blood himself. Three treasons will you know. Once for gold and once for blood and once for love. Was Plumm the third treason, or the second? And what did that make Ser Jorah, her gruff old bear? Would she never have a friend that she could trust?- Daenerys VI ADWD

This is twice that Dany associates warmth with people who use/betray her.

"You're hurt," she gasped.

"This?" Daario touched his temple. "A crossbowman tried to put a quarrel through my eye, but I outrode it. I was hurrying home to my queen, to bask in the warmth of her smile." He shook his sleeve, spattering red droplets. - Daenerys VI ADWD

Dawn always came too soon.

...If only she had the power, she would have made their nights go on forever, but the best that she could do was stay awake to try and savor every last sweet moment before daybreak turned them into no more than fading memories....

Dany wrapped her arms around her captain and pressed herself against his back. She drank in the scent of him, savoring the warmth of his flesh, the feel of his skin against her own. Remember, she told herself. Remember how he felt. - Daenerys VII ADWD

Ok, I forgot how smitten Dany was with Daario. It would be cute if Daario wasn't so horrifying. Girl has some seriously questionable taste.

Interestingly, the phrase 'fading memory' is used four times in the text (as far as I can find) and three of those times are in Daenerys's POV. One is in the above quote, where she's commanding herself to remember her time with Daario before her marriage to Hizdahr, and the other time is while thinking about the red door. Both these are memories that are important to her, that connect her to the hopeful/little/not-dark girl she once was.

Sansa

Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north. - Tyrion VIII ASOS

"I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. 'The Roadside Rose,' I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her." - Sansa VII ASOS

"Alayne." Her aunt's singer stood over her. "Sweet Alayne. I am Marillion. I saw you come in from the rain. The night is chill and wet. Let me warm you." - Sansa VI ASOS

You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. Take off those gloves, give me your hands." - Sansa VII ASOS

Yea no. Sansa has not had a good experience with people offering to warm her (unfreeze her? melt her?)

Looks like in TWOW there's going to be two people in desperate need of some warming.

It's pretty neat actually. Jon associates memories of warmth with two things primarily: Winterfell/the Starks, and Ygritte. Sansa is both a Stark, and a much (much) improved Ygritte.

Sansa's iciness-wall-armour is a form of protection that she employs against predatory men. The only person who can melt her frozen heart...is someone who is not predatory. Someone who cares for her. Jon.

It fits perfectly. They fit perfectly.

[hello-vampire-kitty]

Servamp chapter 105 "A man who kills, a man who cannot kill"

READ HERE Boy what a chapter...The first time I read the chapter I was like "Jesus, Mikuni!".

Tsurugi wanted to know what to do about him and for this he came to Misono's house to ask him if he knows why might be the reason why Mikuni is helping Tsubaki. Tsurugi apparently will disobey what he was told, I think he cares for him and that's why he wants to do something about it personally and not like an order.

Although, Mikuni wants Tsurugi dead, I hope none of them will die if they confront each other...

Okay so Mikuni, for his plan, managed to get Nicco to help him...by threating him with the safety of his actual family and his "family". Recall that in the previous chapter there was a mention of a "big sister", but we couldn't say if it was his actual sister or a member of the mafia that they called that way, like how Gil and Ray call Freya. Nicco has an elder sister and for her he even let his hair long which makes him look like her, because apparently she was targeted and this way, people would mistake Nicco for her.

Nicco has a niece and nephew and Mikuni apparently met them. I mean he said that they were shy...

Poor Nicco, being threatened like that especially since he is in that situation, like Mikuni expects that he can do what he told him in his condition? Also, Mikuni mentioned Misono, like he will have him involved in his plan?

I hope that Misono and Tsurugi will be able to do something about him. It's sad that Nicco tried to save people without having to kill... He's a good person. Translation notes

Page 5 It might not be noticeable but I bolded some of Tsurugi's lines because in Japanese they had emphasis represented by dots which are placed on the right of side the characters and I didn't want to use italics. Page 7 In the panel where Tsurugi is holding the black chess piece, the kanji reading for "black" reads as "second move/attack". "In chess, the player who moves first is referred to as "White" and the player who moves second is referred to as "Black"." Page 9 OMG so I had trouble with Nicco's last line in the last panel...it just sounded so weird and I even asked for help but even the person I asked thought it sounded strange (although they didn't know about Servamp, I tried explaining the context). Like, Nicco didn't want to answer the phone because he didn't want the others to worry about him. When Ildio left him, he asked if he could let Cappuccino know that he died and they don't have to look for his body, but now, Nicco didn't want them to know, because I assume it's harder for him to tell them himself, rather than having someone else inform them, like he hoped Ildio would do. "It's harder to accept than letting them know I died", I hope it makes sense, I for one think that the sentence should have been structured differently like saying "telling them that I will die", but like I said, I asked a Japanese speaker and they also found it weird... Page 15 I couldn't not write on the page because of how the panels were structured, but, the kanji reading for "immortal being" is "vampire", and actually the furigana reading was the verb to die in the negative past form, so it would have been something like "knowing that he doesn't die", but I thought immortal being sounds better, if Tanaka did not leave the intended reading to be just "vampire". Page 17 Nicco's line to Mikuni "I'm guessing not many like you, right?", the verb that he used is モテる which means to be liked/to be popular (there's the actual verb for the latter), but I've mostly seen モテる used in the context of being liked liked by the opposite gender, so that line could also be interpreted as "you're probably not popular with the ladies", but I preferred to not use this. Another line that requires explanation. "Are you alright with my request?", this how it is in Japanese: 脅し方はこんな感じでいいかな？ The word 脅し方 can be translated as "method/way of making a threat", but there was a furigana reading to it, that's the meaning that we are supposed to take into consideration and for that we had the reading たのみかた which would translate as "method/way of requesting/asking a favor". Mikuni was asking Nicco to do something but he was actually threating him. I love the use of these readings! Page 20 At first, I thought that Diego is the name of Nicco's sister's husband, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Nicco says in Japanese 姉さんの夫の… The の particle is used to indicate possession and is translated like " 's" in English, if the sentence was just 姉さんの夫 it would be "sister's husband", but there is another の which followed, so Diego is someone related to the husband of Nicco's sister. Page 25 I don't know if "greenhorn" is an appropriate translation for the Italian word that is used there "sbarbatello", that's what I found among some translations in English (maybe some of you who are Italian speakers can give me suggestions!) The word in Japanese 腰抜け坊々,it translates as "coward", and we also have the word 坊 which means "young boy", usually used to refer to someone else's son (you might heard it as bochan, "young master"), it also has the nuance of "greenhorn", that's why I used this word. Page 28 Here I didn't want to have Nicco say "because I couldn't kill him/them". He did not say a pronoun to tell us that maybe he was referring only to the leader of the rival family or he was referring to all the members, thus, I tried to construct the sentence without those pronouns.

[hrina]

Something Strange

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: R WORD COUNT: 6.3k+ REQUESTED: no

uhhhh hi. so. this is my (first ever) halloween fic, ft. infuriatingly cocky ghostbuster!harry. i really hope you guys enjoy it, and just like every other writer on this godforsaken site, i’d love to hear any feedback that you might have. ok im done now lol go forth and read :)

warnings: cursing, brief nsfw content, a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions, and harry being an asshole with a secret heart of gold.

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    October 2nd, 2021

Your attention is first caught by the massive, obnoxiously-coloured truck parked in Mindy and Gerald’s driveway. The entire vehicle is a shade of navy blue, though its sophistication is ruined by the neon green bubble lettering streaked across its doors.

Spooked? Call Styles’ Scares!

Beneath that, there’s a promise painted in bright pink:

Lasting results or your money back!

“What the hell?” you mutter.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and exit your car, momentarily forgetting about the groceries sitting in the trunk. Mindy and Gerald are standing on their porch, absorbed in a light-hearted conversation. When they catch sight of you trekking across the lawn, they smile brightly and offer up a pair of welcoming waves.

“Hi, there!” you call, shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “What’s all this?”

“Good afternoon, dear!” Mindy replies. She quickly descends the front steps, meeting you halfway and enveloping you in a tight hug. “How are you? It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“You can drop in whenever you want,” you say, chuckling. “It’s not like I live very far away.”

“How have you been?” Gerald follows his wife, steadily making his way off the porch. “How’s school?”

“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Things are picking up, now, but I’m trying my best to stay on top of them.”

You toss your thumb over your shoulder, gesturing to the bright pickup truck parked in their driveway. (It really is ugly, you think. Probably one of the ugliest vehicles that you’ve ever had the displeasure of perceiving.)

“What’s going on?”

“Oh!” Mindy lifts her hands to her mouth, gazing at you with wide, serious eyes. “Our house is haunted.”

You balk. “Pardon me?”

“I know, I know,” she sighs, shaking her head. “It sounds silly. I didn’t believe it at first either, but—something keeps knocking our picture frames off the wall. And the lights! They start flickering at random intervals throughout the day.”

“Are you sure it’s not just rats?” you joke.

Gerald, who has now joined you on the lawn, holds up his hand solemnly. “We tried using traps, but they haven’t been touched at all.”

“Exactly.” Mindy nods, turning back to you. “We’re already worried about Joseph’s wedding next week, so one of the ladies at the community centre recommended Harry. That same day, Gerald gave him a call, and that was the end of it.”

“Who’s Harry?” you ask, brows knitting together in confusion.

“Er—” A deep voice sounds from behind you. “I am.”

When you turn around, you come face-to-face with one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen. He’s got mossy green eyes, dark pink lips, and brown hair that curls around his temples and behind his ears. Smooth skin stretches out over high, chiseled cheekbones and a sharp jaw. He’s wearing a pair of light-wash jeans and matching white sneakers. A black hoodie covers his broad chest; upon taking a closer look, you note that the two front strings have been tied into a picturesque little bow.

Mindy wastes no time, introducing the two of you immediately. When Harry holds out his hand for you to shake, you don’t hesitate.

“Did you want my card?” he asks, peering at you curiously.

You study his expression. Beneath his seemingly sincere exterior, arrogance runs wild and unchecked. You know this man. You’ve met him a hundred different times under a hundred different circumstances, and you’ve learned to recognize a lost cause when you’re staring it square in the face.

“Not at all.” You shoot him a fake smile. “I’m just the neighbour.”

“Right.” His lips twitch. He steps back, rolling his shoulders and lifting his chin in the direction of the house. “Well, I should probably get to work. It was nice meeting you, babe.”

Your nose wrinkles as the pet name sinks in.

When you turn back around to resume your conversation with Mindy and Gerald, they’re gone. Your eyes bounce to the right, where you find them guiding Harry up the porch steps. Mindy has one hand on his bicep whilst gesturing animatedly with the other. Gerald opens the front door and holds out his arm, welcoming Harry inside.

You scoff, shaking your head in disdain.

“Ghosts aren’t real,” you mumble as you make your way back across the lawn. The trunk of your car squeaks when you pull it open, and plastic bags rustle as you gather your groceries into your arms.

Ghosts aren’t real. And Harry is obviously a scammer, based on…well, based on everything. The tacky design on his truck. The unprofessional wardrobe. The self-assuredness emanating from every cell in his body. Babe.

But Mindy and Gerald truly believe that their home is haunted. Trying to change their minds without a shred of physical proof is pointless. You blow out a soft sigh, accepting the grim reality of your situation.

Your neighbours are gullible, trusting people. And for the next few days—whether you like it or not—Harry is here to stay.

      October 5th, 2021

You’re approximately two seconds away from chucking your textbook against the far wall.

You’ve been trying to finish this chapter for the past hour. And though you pride yourself on being tolerant when it comes to petty annoyances, your patience is wearing thin. A quick glance out of your bedroom window reveals Harry’s hideous pickup truck parked—yet again—in Mindy and Gerald’s driveway.

You roll your eyes. Of course.

The piercing, raucous whirring starts up again; you release a frustrated yell, slamming your book shut and leaping off your bed. You’re muttering obscenities under your breath as you stalk down the hall, stopping briefly to slide on a pair of fuzzy slippers. When you yank your front door open, the chilly autumn air settles into your bones.

The clamour grows louder as you stomp across your shared lawn. When you knock on Mindy and Gerald’s door, the commotion is nearly unbearable. A few seconds go by, during which your presence remains unacknowledged; you rap once again on the wood, hoping that the sound will be conspicuous enough amidst all of the background noise.

Sure enough, everything goes quiet. Your shoulders slump with relief just as the door opens. Mindy greets you with a friendly smile.

“Hi, dear,” she says kindly. “What can I do for you?”

“Hi.” You force yourself to mirror her affable expression, hoping that she can’t see the pained exhaustion brewing in your eyes. “Could I just—could I speak with Harry, please? It won’t take long.”

“Of course.” She nods before peering at you anxiously. “Don’t tell me that you’ve got ghosts, too.”

“No.” You shake your head. Ghosts aren’t real, you want to say, but you hold your tongue. “No, I just—I just need to have a quick word with him, that’s all.”

“Alright. I’ll go fetch him.” She turns around and totters away.

You hear her call his name, followed by the telltale sound of shuffling. After a few long moments, he’s there, leaning against the doorway with a bemused look on his face.

“Evening, babe,” he says coolly. “What’s up?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, folding your arms over your chest.

Harry’s eyebrows shoot upward. He hadn’t expected you to greet him with such animosity, you suppose. His outfit is nearly identical to that of the other day, save for the red bandana perched atop his head. He buries his fingers into the pockets of his jeans, shrugging nonchalantly and pinning you with a blasé, unimpressed gaze.

“Noted,” he says. The corners of his lips curl up into a crooked smirk as he repeats, “What’s up?”

“You need to keep it down,” you say flatly. “I don’t know what kind of fake ‘exorcism’ bullshit you’re trying to pull off, but the noise is driving me insane. I need to study.”

“‘Fake’?” Harry parrots. “You don’t believe in spirits?”

“No,” you deadpan. “I don’t.” You narrow your eyes, studying the subtle movements of his face. “And if I had to take a wild guess, neither do you.”

“Really,” he says, chuckling softly. It isn’t a question.

“Really.”

Harry watches you, tickled by your obvious exasperation. “I get the feeling that you don’t like me very much.”

“Look at that,” you say, rolling your eyes. “He does have a brain.”

“You’re so judgmental.” He laughs, shaking his head. “How can you dislike me when you barely even know me?”

“I know enough,” you reply, scowling. “I know that you’re a fraud who takes advantage of people and their fears. And for what? Just so that you can take home a paycheque at the end of the day?”

“Ouch.” Harry feigns injury, placing a large hand over his heart. “That hurts, babe.”

There it is again. Babe.

“You know what?” Your nostrils flare. “Forget this—it’s like trying to explain rocket science to a toddler.”

He grins. “Yeah, I suppose. I’m much cuter, though, don’t you think?”

You scoff, pedalling backward. “In your dreams.”

His delight only seems to grow when your retort sinks in. You whip around, descending the porch steps and storming back toward your house. When you chance a glance over your shoulder, Harry is still standing in the doorway, a shit-eating smile stretched wide across his cheeks.

“Just keep it down, okay?” you call irritably.

He raises two fingers to his temple in a mock-salute, and you march away without another word.

      October 8th, 2021

“You’re sure?”

You laugh. “Yes, Mindy, I’m sure. I promise.”

“Alright,” she assents, blowing out a quiet sigh through the phone. “I went grocery shopping today, so our cupboards are fully stocked—help yourself to anything you’d like. Also, when you flush the downstairs toilet, the water may look like it’s rising, but it goes down after a second or two.”

“Noted.” You snicker. “Anything else?”

“That’s it,” she says. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem,” you reply. “Tell Joseph and Amy that I said congratulations, yeah?”

“We will! See you later, dear.”

“See you later.”

      October 9th, 2021

When Mindy and Gerald get back tomorrow afternoon, you’re going to wring their necks.

Agreeing to housesit whilst they celebrated their son’s wedding a few cities away? Sure. Fine. You had a long night full of nothing planned—sitting in front of the television, munching on some snacks, relaxing for the evening and trying to forget about all of the schoolwork waiting for you at home. You were in the middle of watching a Golden Girls rerun when, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Coming!” You stood, setting your bowl of popcorn aside. The knocking continued as you made your way to the front entrance, wiping your buttery fingers against the dark leggings covering your thighs.

“I’m coming,” you said exasperatedly. You opened the door, ready to shoo away whoever it was—a salesperson, probably.

Instead, you came face-to-face with Harry.

And now, you’re here—slumped on the couch, angrily shovelling popcorn into your mouth. You keep your gaze trained on the television, trying your hardest to avoid the man who is setting up his “equipment” in the middle of the room.

“Can’t you do this in the kitchen?” you deadpan.

He flicks a switch on his machine—it looks an awful lot like a standard centrifuge. What a fraud.

“Spirit energy’s strongest in here,” he grunts. His knees scuff against the carpeted floor.

A derisive laugh falls from your lips. “Mindy and Gerald aren’t here—you can drop the act.”

Harry glances up at you, his pretty green irises glimmering. “What act?”

You roll your eyes and look away, fixing your attention back on the grainy screen.

Neither of you say anything for the next few minutes; tension builds, saturating the air and making it hard for you to breathe. Eventually, Harry breaks through the awkward silence. You want to scream.

“Er—” he starts, expectant. “Do you mind stepping out for a second? I need the room.”

Your nostrils flare. “Excuse me?”

“I need the—”

“I heard you,” you say, sitting up straight. “You don’t need anything. What the hell are you playing at?”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean, babe.” His tone is genuine, but you can sense the mirth simmering just beneath the surface. His lips twitch, and your frustration boils like water over a stove.

“Stop calling me that,” you snap, folding your arms across your chest. “And stop playing dumb. Other people might put up with your pseudo-spooky bullshit, but I won’t. Ghosts aren’t real!”

The lights go out.

You gasp, straining your eyes in an attempt to regain your bearings. Slowly, blurry shapes and shadows materialise in front of you. You fumble around for your phone, picking it up and tapping the screen. A moment later, the device’s flash lights up the room. You shine it from side to side, eventually settling on Harry, who is looking up at the ceiling in complete and utter bewilderment.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Now you’ve done it.”

“Done what?” you squawk, glaring at him. “The power went out. Big deal.”

The lights flicker fleetingly, and then the room is dark again. Your eyes drift over to Harry; he’s smirking.

“This isn’t a ghost,” you say stubbornly, waving your phone around. The bright light bounces across the walls before you steady yourself, positioning the beam back on him. He stands, sinking his hands into the deep pockets of his sweatpants.

“And how would you know?” he teases, cocking one eyebrow challengingly.

“Because,” you scoff. “Ghosts aren’t real.”

Something crashes to the floor. You yelp in surprise, your head snapping to the right. When you shine your light in the direction of the noise, you find a shattered picture frame lying on the ground.

“What the fuck?” Harry murmurs, advancing toward the mess.

“Careful!” you say, holding up your hand. He stops in his tracks, peering over at you in confusion. “There’s glass, idiot,” you explain, climbing to your feet. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

He shoots you a crooked smile. “You do care.”

“I don’t.” Your response is curt. “I just don’t feel like driving you to the hospital so that they can remove fragments from your foot.”

Harry chuckles.

You sigh, squinting at the fallen frame. “We can clean it up when the lights come back on,” you say, mostly to yourself. “I don’t want to risk anything.”

He nods and yawns, stretching his arms out above his head. “Suit yourself, babe.”

“The next time you call me that, I’m going to—”

“What?” he asks, padding over to the sofa. You watch him approach with a deep scowl on your face. He collapses onto the couch, slouching and spreading his legs obnoxiously wide. “You gonna beat me up or something?”

You shake your head in disbelief, stepping away from him. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“So you say,” he replies, unbothered.

“You’re so—”

You break off, producing an angry noise in the back of your throat. Harry winks at you; in response, you whip around and storm away, carving out a path from the living room to the kitchen.

You shine the light from your phone across the cupboards, making a beeline for the fridge. When you pull it open, the cold compartment is dark. Squinting, you reach for one of the many water bottles stacked on the top shelf.

Stupid Harry, with his stupid smile and his stupid eyes and his stupid attitude and his stupid bogus business. You can’t believe that Mindy and Gerald were naïve enough to fall for his bullshit. You need to have a long talk with them when they get back, you think—to ensure that they never swallow a pill this big ever again.

“Thirsty?”

You nearly jump out of your skin, pointing your phone toward the kitchen’s exit. Harry is standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. You bring one hand up to your sternum, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Jesus Christ,” you hiss, shaking your head. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He snickers lowly. You turn your attention back to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and uncapping it quickly. Through the darkness, Harry watches you gulp down the cool liquid; you pretend not to notice.

“Can I help you?” you finally ask, wiping your mouth with the heel of your palm.

“No.” He shrugs. “Just…looking, I guess.”

“That’s creepy,” you reply flatly. He laughs.

“May I steal a bottle?” he says, padding across the tiles. “I’m parched.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. “I—sure. Whatever.”

And though you try, you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from him. He hums as he opens up the fridge, leaning forward to get a better look inside. You play with the hem of your sweater, standing behind him awkwardly. When he peers over his shoulder, you quickly look away, feigning interest in the marble countertop next to the sink.

“Er—” he starts. He fixes you with an inquisitive look, glancing down at the device in your hand. “Would you mind? I can’t see anything.”

“Don’t you have your own?” you ask.

“Yeah, but you’re already holding yours. Come on.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

You draw nearer, lifting your phone and shining its flash into the fridge. Harry hums, plucking a water bottle off the top shelf with a satisfied smile. When he turns to face you, a puff of air catches in your throat; he’s awfully close, his torso brushing almost imperceptibly against yours.

You stare up at him, stunned. There’s a small mole beneath the left corner of his mouth. Part of you—an insignificant, microscopic part—fights the urge to reach out and run your thumb over the mark.

“I’m sorry for calling you a piece of shit,” you blurt.

He inhales deeply, chest expanding and fitting a bit more firmly against your own.

The contact snaps you out of your trance. You retreat, backing up against the counter to maintain your balance. Harry clears his throat and glances away.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice hoarse.

Unable to find the right words, you simply nod.

The two of you stand there for a long moment, sinking into a pool of uncomfortable silence. Just when you think that you’re going to choke on the invisible tension, a faint buzz resonates through the air. Less than a second later, the power returns, illuminating the kitchen in a wash of warm, brilliant light.

“Thank God,” you mutter. You shut the flash on your phone, sliding the device beneath the waistband of your leggings.

Harry blinks rapidly, disoriented. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

He waves your question away. “No, it’s—it’s nothing.”

And you don’t really feel like pressing the subject, so you let it go. A tired sigh falls from your mouth as you scan your surroundings.

“Help me find a broom,” you tell him. “We need to sweep up the glass in the other room.”

His lips twitch. “What’s the magic word?”

There he is. The same insufferable man who has been pushing your buttons all week. You scowl, shooting him a displeased glare.

“Forget it.” You drag your fingers down the left side of your face. “I’ll do it myself.”

~*~

“You sure you don’t want my help?” Harry calls, kicking his feet up onto the sofa.

You grunt, crouching next to the shattered glass on the floor. “Positive.”

The broom and dustpan that you’ve acquired from the laundry room are old and frail, but you suppose that they’ll get the job done. You set the dustpan down on the ground, wrapping your fingers around the broom’s handle and trying to maneuver it in an efficient way. It’s no easy feat, but eventually, you manage to create a small, compact pile of shards. Gingerly, you reach for the picture frame, plucking it up from the ground and setting it off to the side. Next, you take your time sweeping all of the fragments into the dustpan, inspecting the floor for any lingering bits.

“Struggling over there?” Harry asks.

You grit your teeth.

“No,” you counter in a matter-of-fact tone. “I think I got it all, actually. No thanks to you.”

You throw the last part over your shoulder, coupling it with an accusatory frown. Harry holds up his hands in surrender, suppressing his amusement.

“Shouldn’t you be exorcising spirits?” you ask. Sarcasm drips from your words.

He chuckles. The couch squeaks as he shuffles around; a moment later, the sound of approaching footsteps reaches your ears. You stiffen when he stops next to your squatted form.

“To be quite honest,” he begins, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m having a much better time watching you.”

“Creepy,” you say. “Again.”

He laughs, lowering himself to his knees. In the periphery of your vision, you watch him pick up the abandoned picture frame, turning it around and studying the photograph inside. His cheeks lift with the slope of a familiar smile, but somehow, this one is different from the others that you’ve witnessed.

It’s real. Sincere.

“Nice, don’t you think?” Harry asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

He extends his arm, revealing the photograph. Mindy and Gerald’s beaming faces stare up at you, a balance of bright grins and crinkled eyes. Subconsciously, your lips curl upward, and you take the frame from Harry’s hands.

“Yeah,” you murmur, running your fingertips over the photo. “They look happy.”

“How long have you known them?” he asks. There’s no malice behind the question.

“Since I moved in,” you say absentmindedly, admiring the ornate frame around the picture. “A few years, now.”

He hums in response. “They talk about you a lot.”

“All good things, I hope.” You cast a wry look in his direction.

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. They look out for you, it seems.”

“I try to look out for them, too.” You sit back on your haunches, groaning quietly. “Which is why I was surprised that they didn’t come to me when they first thought their house was ‘haunted’.”

Your intonation changes on the last word; you still don’t believe that your neighbours are being plagued by spirits, despite the plethora of peculiarity that you’ve witnessed tonight.

“Maybe they didn’t want to worry you,” Harry suggests.

You roll your eyes. Even now, he refuses to drop the act.

“Sure,” you say. “So, hiring a spirit exterminator—or whatever you pretend to be—was a better move?” You snort softly, climbing to your feet. “How much are they paying you, anyway?”

He purses his lips. “They’re not.”

You freeze.

A beat of silence drags out, during which you swallow your shock. You clear your throat and lift your chin, staring down at Harry banally.

“You’re lying.”

“Nope.”

“You are!” you insist. A short, incredulous laugh tumbles off your tongue. “You are one hundred percent fucking with me.”

“I’m afraid not,” he says.

“Your truck, though...” you say. “‘Lasting results, or your money back’?”

“I’ve got to make it look legitimate, don’t I?” He smirks. “But it’s cute that you remembered.”

Your eyes lock with his, and suddenly, it’s almost impossible to breathe. His gaze is deep, open, and honest. Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Instinctively, your legs carry you a few paces back, veering toward the sofa. You plop down onto the plush cushions, clutching the picture frame tightly between your fingers.

“Then, why—?” you break off, shaking your head. “Why would you—?”

“Peace of mind,” Harry shrugs, still rooted to his spot on the floor. “Ever heard of the placebo effect?”

“You admit it, then,” you say, sitting up straight. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

He nods, blinking languidly. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“So,” you start, trying to make sense of the situation, “you let them believe that you’re actually cleansing the house—for free, too—just to—?” You glance around the room, searching for the right words. “—just to put them at ease?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s…”

Sweet. Thoughtful.

“…ridiculous.”

Harry chuckles. “Thanks.”

“I—” You hesitate, depositing the photograph next to you on the couch. “This whole time, I thought you were just…”

“A con?”

You bring your fingers up to your mouth, nodding silently and studying him with big, rounded eyes.

He shrugs.

“I mean, I never really got the chance to explain myself. You’d already made up your mind about me, hadn’t you? So, I thought I’d just let you stick with your assumptions—it didn’t bother me much.”

“I’m a horrible person,” you say, mostly to yourself.

Harry laughs, shaking his head. “No, you’re not. You’re just a bit judgmental, that’s all.”

“You’re right.” You nod again, bowing your head in shame. “I am. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, babe, really.”

You stand abruptly, abandoning your spot on the sofa.

“I should finish up,” you state, embarrassed beyond belief. Harry watches you closely as you approach. You crouch down next to him, reaching for the dustpan with shaky hands. A few small shards of glass are littered at the brink of the collector; you nudge them away from the edge, trying to be as careful as possible.

“Ow!” you suddenly hiss, retracting your arm quickly. You twist your wrist, fixing your attention on a thin cut engraved into the pad of your index finger.

“What happened?” Harry asks, leaning forward.

You shake your head, waving away his worries. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just got nicked, that’s all.”

“Let me see,” he requests, holding out his own hand.

You pause, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and stealing a quick glance at his face. His expression is concerned, but neutral. Your hesitation is silly, you think—he may be a bit of a jackass, but he’s not going to hurt you. You’ve already condemned him once before, and you were wrong.

You don’t want to make that mistake again.

After a brief moment, you give in, sliding your knuckles into his open palm.

“It’s alright, really,” you say, speaking around the lump in your throat. “The piece was tiny—it hardly broke the surface.”

Harry inspects the laceration closely, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

It’s not that serious, you want to tell him, but you refrain from letting the words escape. Part of you is enjoying the way your hands fit together so perfectly. You don’t want it to end—not yet.

“You’re bleeding a bit, babe,” he announces faintly, brows cinched in concentration.

“I am?” You try to tug your arm back, but he keeps a firm grip on your wrist. A low, confused noise echoes in the back of your throat; Harry peers up at you, his features unreadable.

“It’s just a spot,” he murmurs. “Let me.”

And before you can say or do anything else, he’s taking your finger past his lips and giving an easy, gentle suck.

You squeak.

The sound snaps Harry out of his trance; he releases your hand and recoils hastily. You exhale, driving out the stale air gathered in your lungs. When you peek up at him from beneath your lashes, he’s already watching you, shoulders taut with anxiety.

“Sorry,” he stammers. His nostrils flare. “That was weird—sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say, shaking your head. “Er…thanks.”

“No worries.” He swallows.

“Alright.”

Awkwardly, you wipe your clammy palms against your thighs. Harry seems to be looking at everything except for you; his gaze flits to the ceiling, then to the couch, then to the floor. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek and push yourself up off the ground. The room is painfully quiet as you slowly slink back toward to the sofa.

“I should probably put this somewhere safe,” you mumble, picking up the forgotten picture frame.

Warm air floats over the nape of your neck. You gasp and spin around, nearly toppling over in your haste. Harry’s hands find your shoulders, steadying you and crowding you closer to his chest. You glance up at him; your shallow breaths mingle together in the narrow space, noses only inches apart.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice no higher than a gruff whisper. “Tell me. Please.”

In response, you fumble for one of his hands, grappling at his wrist; he loosens his hold on your arms, confused but willing. He’s motionless as you lift his knuckles up to your mouth. You glance down, tilting your head to the side and studying them carefully. Harry says nothing when you press a soft, feathery kiss to the pad of his index finger.

But then you’re dipping the tip of the digit between your lips, and suddenly, he’s undone.

“Fucking—”

He grabs your face in his palms and seals his mouth to yours.

The two of you stagger backward, tumbling onto the couch. Mindy and Gerald’s picture frame slips from your grasp, landing on a neighbouring cushion with a faint thud. Reflexively, your legs part; Harry takes his rightful place between them, slanting his body accordingly. When he applies the faintest hint of pressure, you moan.

“Fuck.” He draws back, his warm breath wafting over your chin. “Don’t.”

“‘Don’t’ what?” you ask, puzzled.

He shakes his head. “Don’t make those noises. It’s—you’re—I’m—”

He curses quietly and reaches for one of your hands. You allow him to guide your palm lower, inhaling sharply when you feel the slight bulge protruding from his trousers. Instinctively, your fingers close over the subtle ridge of his cock. His shoulders stiffen, and his eyes squeeze shut.

“You’re hard,” you murmur, as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Not fully.” He swallows. “But I’m getting there.”

“Because of me?” you ask, peering up at him innocently.

“Yeah.” Harry expels a wobbly, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, babe—because of you.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as the familiar moniker falls from his mouth. He notices your unusual reaction, mouth curling into teasing smirk.

“What?” he says, lifting one eyebrow. “No nagging, this time? I thought you hated that nickname.”

You grip the collar of his sweater and give a gentle tug, guiding him down for another kiss. When the two of you finally break apart, you shrug. “It’s growing on me.”

He smiles.

“Do you—?” you pause, pursing your lips. The question sounds silly—presumptuous, even. Rather than finishing your sentence, you lift your chin, gazing up evenly into Harry’s green eyes and declaring, “I think I want to sleep with you.”

His cheeks dimple with a wide grin. “Is that so?”

You nod.

“Right, then.” He kisses your nose and pulls away. “There’s a condom in my wallet, but…I may or may not have left it in my truck.”

You groan, allowing your head to fall back against the sofa with a heavy thump. Harry chuckles at your theatrics. After a brief moment of contemplation, you compose yourself and sit up quickly.

“That works, actually,” you say, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Grab your wallet, and then we can go to my place. I don’t think my neighbours would be very happy if we fucked on their couch.”

He laughs, climbing eagerly to his feet and shooting you a smug wink. “You got it, babe.”

      October 10th, 2021

It’s nearly half past noon when you step out onto the porch the next day. You yawn, squinting up at the sun shining brightly in the sky. There are no clouds in sight; the slight chill of the autumn air tickles your exposed arms. You tug on the waistband of your sweatpants, keeping the material seated firmly on your hips.

“Good morning, dear!”

You jump, head snapping in the direction of a familiar voice. Mindy and Gerald are sitting on their veranda, nursing twin cups of coffee and looking awfully cozy. Gerald smiles at you, folding up his newspaper and setting it on his lap.

“Good morning!” You wave before re-evaluating your words. “Well, it’s technically past twelve, so good afternoon.”

Mindy laughs.

“How was the wedding?” you ask, approaching the side of your deck. You lean against the thin metal railing, combing your fingers through your messy hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to be back this soon.”

“We woke up early,” Mindy explains. “And the wedding was fabulous. Amy wore the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” You grin. “Do you have any pictures?”

“Of course! Just let me run inside and grab my phone—”

“Mornin’,” a gruff voice says from behind you.

You gasp and spin around, bringing a hand to your chest. The sight laid out before you has your heart speeding up, galloping wildly and battering against the confines of your ribs.

Harry’s wearing that same hoodie from last night. Your gaze trails lower—he’s also sporting a pair of grey boxers and white socks. There’s a mug nestled in each of his large hands, his spindly fingers wrapped around the handles comfortably. Your eyes lock with his sleepy ones, and your breathing hitches in your throat.

“Morning,” you whisper, unable to muster up anything louder.

“I—” Harry clears his throat, stepping closer and extending his left arm. “I, er, took the liberty of making us some tea. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, it’s—” You swallow as you accept one of the mugs, suppressing a giddy smile. “It’s completely fine. Thank you.”

“Of course.” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm.” You nod shyly.

He chuckles. “Good.”

His gaze wanders over your shoulder, and it’s then that he notices Mindy and Gerald sat on the neighbouring porch. Without even batting an eye, he lifts his hand in a friendly wave. “Morning, you two. How was the wedding?”

You turn back toward the couple, a sheepish look on your face. Mindy is beaming, and Gerald is trying to hold back a laugh. Heat creeps up your neck; you wish that the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.

“It was wonderful!” Mindy trills. Her enthusiasm has skyrocketed. You pinch the bridge of your nose, utterly mortified.

“Yes.” Gerald finally pipes up, smirking knowingly. “It was great. What about you, though? How was your night?”

“Fine,” you blurt before Harry can respond. “It was fine.”

The duo share a look, and then Mindy giggles girlishly. You bring your mug up to your mouth, taking a long sip and groaning into the cup. Harry’s arm snakes around your waist, making you jump. You steal a glance at him out of the corner of your eye; he’s fighting a smile.

“Well—” Gerald clears his throat, plucking his folded newspaper from his lap and rising to his feet. “I think I’ll be going, now. Need to catch up on those few extra hours of sleep.”

“Me too,” Mindy says, nodding fervently. She directs her next words at you. “If you pop by later, I’ll show you those photos, okay?”

“Okay,” you croak.

She shoots you one last grin before disappearing inside.

“God,” you say immediately, hanging your head. “That was torture.”

Next to you, Harry laughs. You aim a weak swat at his chest. He snickers, catching your palm and ducking down to drop a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You exhale shakily, twisting your body around so that you can face him.

“Your hair’s a mess,” you murmur, running your free hand through his dishevelled curls.

He cocks one eyebrow. “And whose fault is that?”

You scoff. “Shut up.”

He chuckles quietly and steps closer to you, holding out his mug. You smile in assent, mirroring his movements and clinking your cups together.

“So,” Harry starts, sipping his tea casually, “you gonna let me take you out on a proper date, sometime?”

“That depends,” you say, trying to ignore the flurry of butterflies flapping around in your stomach. “I’ll go—but only if we take my car. I refuse to drive around town in your tacky truck.”

“It’s not that bad!” he protests.

“It’s awful,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It looks it was decorated by a preschooler during arts and crafts.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes playfully, giving in. “Any other requests?”

You pause, lost in thought.

“One more, actually,” you say, fixing him with a challenging stare. “You need to come clean to Mindy and Gerald.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Alright.”

“Really?” You balk, taken aback by his compliance. “That’s it? But I—I had a whole speech prepared.”

Harry laughs softly, cradling your face with his free hand and kissing you slowly. Your fingers tighten around your mug. When the two of you break apart for air, he shrugs.

“I started considering it after everything that happened last night. Keep your speech, though.” His lips twitch. “You’ll be needing to scold me again in no time, I’m sure.”

Your shoulders shake with a silent giggle. “You’re probably right.”

“Also—” Harry clears his throat, soothing the ache with another sip of tea. “You may want to suggest that they hire an exterminator.”

“An exterminator?” you repeat, blinking in surprise. “But…they don’t have rats. Gerald said that the traps hadn’t been touched.”

“Not rats,” he hums. “Squirrels, I believe. Living in the walls.”

“And how did you reach that conclusion?”

“I’ve been doing this for a while, babe—I’ve seen my fair share of pests. Plus,” he clucks his tongue, “they like to chew on wires.”

“Really?” You sigh distantly, pinching your bottom lip. “God, that sucks.”

“It does.” He nods, wrapping his fingers around your forearm. “But you can tell them later.”

“Later?” you say, brows knitting together. “Why not right now?”

“Because,” Harry grunts. You squeal when he crowds you up against your front door. He cups your jaw and tilts your chin up with his thumb, handsome face splitting into an easy, salacious grin.

“Right now, I’m taking you back to bed.”

~*~

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[pain-in-the-butler]

The time has come once again

The Bloodbath

“I’m simply one hell of a butler” says Sebastian as he starts cleaning as usual

Okay so Agni’s taking no prisoners

Work Nerd, Science Nerd, and Jock Nerd team up to form the Nerd Trifecta

Team One Brain Cell joins up with Phipps, who is quite possibly their only chance for survival

Ran-Mao remembers how Harcourt beat everyone in the unfortunately deleted round and said “Not in my backyard”

So far, everyone else has simply run away unscathed or grabbed a weapon they won’t use because the game doesn’t record weapons. Rip Tanaka

Day 1

Ran-Mao bringing the canon energy by adding a second weapon to her arsenal

Phipps somehow always turns into Team Dad during these, so I’m glad to see he’s finding time for his favorite hobbies

Undertaker up to his usual Sneaky Antics

It hasn’t even been twelve hours yet. Kind of impressive honestly

Considering Harcourt lost his mace, I’ll just assume the attack Grell “escaped” from was the vicious stabbing of his trim little schoolboy fingernails

Bad vibes

It appears that Lau also brought his canon game

Sebastian in the most recent chapters be like

I’ve actually never had this event come up before and it has to happen between two of the more innocent characters in the series;;;; god Lizzie you deserve better even in the Hunger Games Simulator

Where’s a Safety Nerd when you need one

What’s better than this? Guys bein dudes

This is probably what happened after Ciel left Weston

Sebastian will take care of this for ya, huh bud

Other events:

Agni practices his archery

Wolfram goes fishing

Othello finds a cave

Soma goes ‘splorin

Edward goes huntin

Day 1′s Deaths: Tanaka, Sieglinde, Lizzie, and Macmillan. Someday one of the ladies will win

Night 1

Butler slumber party in the woods, BYOYM (bring your own young master)

It takes a lot of energy to be this blond

I’m happy for her :)

Yeah I’ll bet you probably do Lau

A tonal shift so abrupt I got mental whiplash

Can we go back to when Grell was looking at the sky pls

Thought about science too hard. Got a concussion

Thought about Ciel dying too hard. Got an infection

Aww dad :( Hope you caught some fish tho

Looks like Harcourt won’t be winning this one, gang

I stg the hunger games simulator is misogynist because the ladies always DIE /j

Ran-Mao is hopefully here to prove the previous statement wrong

Other events:

Bard gets a hatchet

Undertaker also passes out from exhaustion

R!Ciel goes to sleep in a tree

Day 2

Oh you five are SO going in my burn book for this. It’s what Grell would’ve wanted

Ahaha just like in the real manga... right guys (;

Idk about you but I’m rooting for her

I don’t think the simulator could’ve picked four people who were less likely to team up than this

I would too if I saw my best friend was palling around with an opium dealer, a grim reaper with a lawn mower, and another grim reaper that the first grim reaper doesn’t like

Other events:

Othello chases Wolfram

That’s the only other event actually

That means today we lost O!Ciel, Mey-Rin, Harcourt, and Grell. ffs, I hope Ran-Mao kills all of you

Night 2

I’ve missed you, rare pair simulator

The “unknown sponsor” was Undertaker and the “fresh food” was O!Ciel

Confirmed: Lau doesn’t get high off his own supply

Once again a ceasefire between the strong hungry boys is formed

Girl, you don’t have to do that

“Did you kill Ciel?” Sebastian asks

“No that was William,” Othello says

Sebastian punches a tree so hard that it combusts. “God damn. Fuck” Sebastian says

Wolfram just realized I put him in the Hunger Games simulator

Other events:

Phipps thinks about “Are you winning son”

Undertaker gazes at space

Ronald becomes Lost Ronald

Soma passes out

Bard gets some water

Day 3

Damn Agni who haven’t you flirted with

Finny sees that Bard has water and thinks Bard cooked it himself, so he wants no part of that (might be burnt)

What did he even have that was worth stealing? A fish?

Well I can tell you who isn’t creating that smoke: Lau

“What’s worse than two young masters? No young masters. Now get over here and make a contract”

Everything about this sentence is a fever dream

Other events:

Undertaker decides he wants a slingy shot too

Edward chases Dad I mean Phipps

Othello gets some ouchies from picking berries

Night 3

When your young master dies, you just get an infection apparently

damn Finny’s playing hardball

I don’t think anything bad has actually happened to Bard yet. It’s just been a grand frolic the whole time

I barely remember reading the first Hunger Games but Ran-Mao’s the Foxface of this journey: she deserves to win and I just know she’ll die in the stupidest way possible

Sebastian’s like a cat that can’t reach the bird it wants to attack, so it attacks the nearest other thing instead. Poor Dad

Two white-haired anime boys and a not-white-haired anime boy talk about who will die tomorrow. Anime doesn’t exist yet so the white-haired anime boys don’t know their hair color automatically spells their doom

Other events:

Edward starts a fire, which means he’s capable of smoking opium

Ronald gets some medical supplies

Othello gets a hatchet

R!Ciel thinks about winning

Lau gets an entire explosive, but he won’t be able to light it, so no it’s no big deal

Day 4

In Soviet Hunger Games, white-haired anime boy kills you

But why murder someone when you could just mess with them

Other events:

Grey scares Bard

Finny goes hunting

Night 4

Have you four even killed anyone yet

The list of “people who didn’t start the manor fire and also don’t smoke opium” now consists of Lau and R!Ciel

The mood is too light now. Someone needs to die and it better not be Ran-Mao

At last, Father Phipps has chosen his son for this round

Agni gushes about all the hot guys he’s simultaneously in love with, giving Ran-Mao a clearer idea of who’s still alive

Day 5

Girl, it’s about time, go claim some trophies

Finny’s easily got the longest kill streak and it’s a little unnerving

Father Phipps finds a new secret fishing hole

Othello doesn’t

Lau continues to put in all the efforts of a kindergarten bully

Oh no. He’s a yandere

Other events:

Sebastian fucks around and explores the arena

Bard fucks around and hunts for tributes

Undertaker fucks around and sleeps

R!Ciel fucks around and picks flowers

Night 5

I’ve never met anyone who ships Sebastian/Undertaker but I know you’re out there

Okay, maybe these four are even less likely to team up than Phipps, Ronald, Undertaker, and Lau

Edward sees I’m making jokes about people who build fires and stays hidden

Day 6

Canonically, that is the only way R!Ciel would win a fight, so

I probably could have predicted this

I hope these are the faces they made when it happened

The “unknown sponsor” is R!Ciel and the “fresh food” is an ear that fell off his own head

I’m not sure if I should be concerned or unsurprised that Bard’s Hunger Games life is more chill than his canon life

the “unknown sponsor” was the fish and the “clean water” was “fish water”

Other events:

Ran-Mao gets her third weapon that she doesn’t want to use, which is a hatchet

Finny finds a river

Agni practices archery again, but he doesn’t kill anyone because he wants this to go on forever

Night 6

Ran-Mao I beg you please. Release us from this purgatory of mediocrity

And suddenly we’re back to canon Bard

I guess not everything can be canon

Other events:

Both Agni and Phipps pass out from exhaustion. It’s 2:50 a.m. so I should really be taking a page from their book, but unfortunately everyone refuses to die

The Feast

Finny has been a stone cold killer this entire match, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the girl I wanted to win would get eliminated by him, but it still hurts ✌️😔

If you cheat on Othello, he will overpower you, killing you

Everyone else decided not to go to the Feast. Honestly, I don’t remember what the Feast is, but everyone who did go either murdered someone or got murdered, so I guess that was probably a good call

Day 7

I’ve had enough of this dude

Jesus Finny I can’t wait to see how many kills you got, I feel like you and Agni were the only two who took anyone down

Bard, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Phipps all hunt for other tributes but they’re useless and don’t kill anyone

Arena Event: Volcano Eruption

In one fell swoop, we lose Sebastian, Undertaker, R!Ciel, and Finny, jeez. But... that means it comes down to.............

FATHER PHIPPS VS. BARD

FATHER PHIPPS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow... Unlike his manga counterpart, this boy coasted the whole time and won... He basically went on vacation and he actually won... But then again, it’s Hunger Games Simulator and nothing is sacred

Well I hope you learned a valuable lesson today. I hope you did at some point before you read my post, because you sure as hell learned nothing from this. Thank you for wasting precious minutes of your life with me 😏

[jeankluv]

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

🪷 Gojo Satoru

Short txt

Gojo your new hope

Ice skater reader & hockey player Gojo

Dad Gojo

Sugar baby Gojo

Reincarnation

One Shots

Happy Birthday my love

Dancing in the moon [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You were the crown princess of the kingdom and he was your knight. What would you do with those feelings you both had.❞

tags: angst, royalty, fluff, +18, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f), no use of y/n, character death no happy ending

Let me be the strong one

The prophecy

╰┈➤ ❝ Gojo Satoru knew he was the strongest, he perfectly knew. But that didn’t mean he didn’t cry and that night while everyone still preparing to fight Sukuna, he cried. He cried because he felt completely alone and only seen as a weapon. ❞

tags: angst, canon universe, manga spoilers, Gojo centric, lyrics, fluff, mutual feeling, no use of y/n, Gojo thinks reader hates him, open up for a second part.

Sweet boy [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You refused to spend your 33rd birthday alone after having been divorced for 4 months and who would have told you that going to a bar to spend your 33rd birthday would make you meet an attractive 25-year-old young man? ❞

tags: p in the v, older woman x younger man, sub Gojo, sugar baby Gojo, sugar mommy reader, smut, oral sex (f), ridding, age difference

You are my dad - Gojo & Megumi

╰┈➤ ❝ Megumi finally finds the courage to tell Gojo how he views him❞

tags: canon fix it, spoilers chapter 268, Megumi centric & pov, dadjo, Gojo and Megumi father-son dynamic, angst a bit, happy ending, everyone lives

loml

╰┈➤ ❝ You read the last letter Satoru left behind, where he expressed all his love and the wishes he had.❞

tags: heavy angst, character death, manga spoilers, canon universe, no happy ending

Series

Birdie

╰┈➤ ❝ While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you. ❞

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

status: on going

But daddy I love him [nsfw] (mini serie)

╰┈➤ ❝ If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair. ❞

tags: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n.

status: completed

🐉 Geto Suguru

One shots

I love you, it’s ruining my life

╰┈➤ ❝ You stood besides Geto for over a decade but despite loving him so much, it was ruining your life. ❞

Series

The forgotten boy

╰┈➤ ❝ He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity

Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.

"You remember me?"

You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”❞

tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]

🎀 Iori Utahime

One shots

I told you so [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her. ❞

tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s

A fairy song [nsfw]

╰┈➤ ❝ On one of your hunting days, a melodious voice guides you through the forest until you come across the beautiful presence of a fairy with big hazel eyes and black hair. ❞

tags: +18, angst, injuries, Utahime is a fairy, reader is a human, scars, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, oral sex (f), cuddles, nipple play

🐯🐶Itafushi

When the cherry blossoms bloom

╰┈➤ ❝ Tsumiki once told Megumi that if he was able to catch a cherry blossom petal he could make a wish and it would come true.

“Please wake up Itadori…” He said against his closed fist. “Come back to me…” ❞

tags: Megumi centric fic, fluff Itafushi, post canon, canon fix, manga spoilers, Gojo-Megumi father son duo, everyone lives (except tsumiki I’m so sorry princess), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, two teens starting to fall in love with each other

[canirove]

The Lord in Blue | Chapter 14

Author’s note: And we made it to the end of this story! Thank you very much to everyone who has reblogged it, liked it, commented, and of course, read it. The whole thing or just a chapter. This is the first thing I’ve ever written and shared anywhere, and the support means a lot  💜

There is a spin-off of this story, this time with Declan, hopefully coming out in April. It just needs some work here and there. I‘ll be posting it here and on wattpad at the same time, so if anyone wants to follow me there to know when it’s live, here is my profile. In the meantime I’m posting this story there too.

Again, thank you very much for reading, and I hope you enjoy this last chapter! 😊

Previous chapter

Masterlist

"Remember to give our cousin the sweets I bought for her" my little sister says.

"I will, don't worry."

We are outside the house, saying our goodbyes before Mason and I go back to the palace. My mother is talking with him, laughing at something he's said. And I still am in awe of how he managed to charm her. Her, the whole family, and as I expected, everyone else in town that we met yesterday when we went to church. Even the priest, who hates me because I've barely put a foot on it all these years, gave us his blessing.

"Daughter" my mother says. I walk towards her, Mason leaving her side and going to say goodbye to my sisters.

"Mother."

"He's one of the good ones, Lord Mount. He has a title and money, important things when thinking about a marriage. He also is a good man, and for some reason, he is completely infatuated with you" she says, making me roll my eyes at her last sentence. "But he also is going to be luckiest man in the kingdom, because he's going to have you by his side." I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Did my mother just flatter me? "I know I've not been kind to you all these years. But I love you and just want what is the best for you. I want you to be happy and loved, and I know you'll get that with him."

"Thank you, mother" I mumble. That's all I manage to say before going back to where everyone is standing.

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"You haven't said much since we left" Mason says. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, don't worry. I was just thinking about everything that happened the last few days. It doesn't feel real" I say while he moves to sit next to me on the carriage.

"It all was very real. As real as this" he says as he kisses me on the lips. "And as this" he says before kissing my neck.

"Mason... Not here" I say, my face already burning.

"You are incorrigible, my Lord" I say, trying to scold him.

"I've got used to kissing you every day. To touch you. And for the past few days I haven't been able to do it. I can't help myself, I miss you" he says as one of his hands lifts my dress and starts going up my leg.

"Indeed I am, my lady" he says to my neck. I can feel him smile, and I let out a little laugh. His hand has made it all the way to my inner thigh, his fingers slowly going up and down. "Aren't you going to say that the rider may hear us if I don't stop?" he asks, teasing me.

"Not this time."

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The day of the Queen's wedding is finally here. It's a cold winter morning, but the sun is shinning and there are no clouds in the sky.

The other maids of honor and I have spent the night in her room to get ready all together, and right now, it is a complete chaos. Servants are doing everyone's hair, dresses are being taken care off, shoes are being polished. All while my cousin just sings from the top of her lungs. I think I've never seen her this happy.

Two hours later, we are finally ready.

We are walking towards the big greenhouse behind the palace where the ceremony will be taking place. All kind of purple flowers, the Queen's favorite color, have been set on the inside and on the path that leads to it. All of our gowns are white, hers a different shade, with low puffy sleeves that show our shoulders. She's wearing her hair up in a crown braid, a small tiara on top of it. No earrings, no necklace. Just a bracelet with diamonds that belonged to her mother. The rest of us also wear our hair up in braids, each one a different style.

"You look gorgeous" he says to my ear.

When we walk into the greenhouse, it feels like we are stepping into a magical place. The flowers, the sun coming through the glass giving it a special light, the music... At the end of the path, Lord White is waiting.

He's wearing a red suit, his family's color. His eyes are fixed on my cousin, his smile getting bigger and bigger as she approaches. Once they've met and we've helped her with her dress, I go stand with the other guests. My mother to one side, Mason on the other. I've felt his eyes on me since the moment we walked in.

"So do you, my lord." Again, he's wearing all blue.

"You could have warned me about the style of the dress you were going to wear" he keeps saying to my ear. "You know how much I love your neck and shoulders. Not being able to touch them and kiss them is excruciating."

"I know, my lord. That's why I chose it" I say, giving him a cheeky smile that catches him off guard. I can also be a teaser.

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The ceremony went by in the blink of an eye. After it was over, we moved inside the palace, where servants were waiting with drinks to celebrate in honor of the newlyweds. Then it was time for the banquet.

Huge tables had been set, filled with the most exquisite meals you could imagine. The cake that came after, was the biggest one I've ever seen.

The sun was setting by the time we had finished eating. Now it was time to celebrate, to dance, to have fun, and we were moving back to the greenhouse. Most flowers were gone, replaced by candles and chandeliers. Some musicians were in a corner ready to play. More tables with drinks and food had been set, and also big cushions where people could sit or lay down.

Once everyone was inside, music started playing, and the Queen and her husband had their first dance. They couldn't keep their eyes from each other, smiling, sharing a small kiss grom time to time. After a bit of time alone, more guests joined them.

"Shall we join them too, my lady?" Mason asks, offering me his hand.

"It'll be my pleasure, my lord."

We dance for hours, switching partners a couple of times. I danced with Lord White and Lord Rice, who to my surprise, happens to be a great dancer.

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"Have I told you yet how beautiful you look today?" he says.

It was well into the night. Most people were too drunk, lying on the cushions, or had already retired to bed, my family among them. Knowing that, I let myself go a bit.

Mason and I are dancing, slowly swinging from side to side. I have my arms around his neck, and he's holding me by my waist, keeping me close to him.

"A few times, my lord" I giggle.

"It doesn't feel like I've said it enough"

"You yourself also look very handsome today" I say. He just smiles, resting his forehead on mine. We stay like that for a while, and then he speaks again.

"There is something I haven't said yet, tho" he says. He has pulled me even closer, lifting his head and making m look him in the eyes. "I love you."

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"I love you too" I say back, barely processing what is happening and what I just said, what it means. He just smiles in that way I love so much. The one I haven't been able to take out of my head since the day we met, since our paths crossed thanks to a fallen tree. The one that makes a dimple show up on his left cheek. That damned dimple.

[ack3rlady]

The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 6

Sunshine

Summary: Reader finally goes back home to meet Levi & Luna and discovers the true reason behind her fallout with him.

Chapters: Five | Six | Seven

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Warnings: Fem! Reader, Fluff, Spice - non-explicit , Modern AU

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

Inspiration: Shall We - Chen

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Being at the patisserie today was difficult. You were exhausted after staying up all night in anticipation of how the day would go. The thought of returning to your old home that evening to see Levi and Luna combined with the revelation bombs that Hange had dropped on you yesterday had your heart in your throat for a good part of the day.

You were so distracted that a dozen eggs went flying from your hands when Miche tapped on your shoulder from behind during one of his usual visits, causing a huge mess on the kitchen floor. You had blown up at your new assistants Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie for looking at you wrong when they rushed to help with cleaning up the mess, after which Miche had officially ordered everyone to stay out of your way.

Your head rested on his shoulder, as you ate a ham and Swiss cheese sandwich, sat in the breakroom during lunch hour. Mikasa sat opposite you, quietly analyzing your body language, contemplating whether breaking the silence would be the correct choice to make. The television news anchor’s gibber-gabber played like white noise in the background while you chewed on the dry bread at a frustratingly slow pace, your eyes glued to the Aztec patterns on the ceramic backsplash beyond the sink. After hearing you sigh for the fourth time in three minutes, Miche decided to finally speak up.

“You do realize you’re not going to war, right? It’s just your little girl, not a titan. What has got you this terrified?”

He was right. Why were you overthinking this? Luna was your own daughter. She could never hate you, could she? Would she despise you for not being there for her for the last two months? What if she refused to see you today? What if she refused to see you at all? Your breathing began speeding up again.

“Oi!”, Miche jerked his shoulder and shook you out of your thoughts. “Stop worrying, will you? It'll be just fine.”

This resulted in another sigh from you and an eyeroll from the two.

Hours flew by in a matter of what felt like seconds. It was already time to leave for the much-awaited reunion. You assured Miche that you were okay to drive when he offered you a lift. Upon beginning on the familiar route you took every day for the last five years before you moved, memories of the long periods you spent stuck in traffic, longing to see your family after an exhausting day at work flashed before your eyes. Unlike then, you were hoping to be stuck in it today, just so that you could buy more time to prepare yourself.

But obviously, life had other plans. You zoomed past surprisingly empty roads and didn’t have stop at many red lights. And before you knew it, you pulled up on the street outside the house, your house, within fifteen minutes. You sat in your car frantically shaking your leg and running your hands through your hair, looking at the little home where you had spent both the best and the worst days of your life.

Light emanated from the large windows, the Prussian blue front door that you and Levi had painted yourselves, was closed, the lawn was freshly mowed, and Luna’s swing set sat on the grass just like it did while you still lived there. The sight made your heart warm, but you couldn’t get yourself to walk towards it. You gripped the steering wheel and laid your head on it, trying to calm down, until a knock on the window caused you to jump. You looked up to find Levi hunched over and motioning you to step outside.

“Oi! You’ve been parked here for thirty minutes. Are you coming home or what?”, he asked when you lowered the window.

Home?

You decided to finally leave the comfortable confines of your vehicle and slowly made your way to the house, your heart beating rapidly. Levi’s hand found yours; the warmth from his fingers intertwining with yours made your breath hitch.

“It's going to be okay. She’s really excited to see you.”, he assured you when you met his eyes.

Inhaling deeply, you stepped inside the house. Everything looked exactly how you remembered it. The sheer white curtains lining the French windows were gently blowing with the breeze, the rich cherry-wood grandfather clock that stood ticking away at the far end of the living room, books were lined neatly on shelves, family pictures were mounted on the wall, warm yellow light from the lamps illuminated all these features - it was all unchanged. You were instantly drawn to the pictures. Letting go of Levi’s hand, you moved to stand in front of the wall, softened gaze roaming through them and reminiscing the happy memories they brought back.

“Mama!” You were roused from your reverie by a voice you yearned to hear for the last two months. Immediately, Luna had clung to your leg like a koala bear.

“Loonie!” you squealed, picking her up and pulling her into a solid embrace.

“I missed you, Mama!”, she reciprocated with an equally tight hug.

“Oh, I missed you so much more, baby girl!”, you didn’t realize when you began sobbing.

Levi, who was happily watching your reunion from a distance, walked closer and placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as a reminder for you to stay strong.

“I’ll get dinner ready. Moon beam, why don’t you take Mama up to your room?”, he drew Luna’s attention as you stole some moments to compose yourself. The little one zealously tugged on your hand and guided you upstairs yapping in excitement the whole way.

You watched in awe as she told you story after story about everything she could possibly remember since the day you last saw her. Her angelic voice was like cool water to your parched ears. What took you so long to come back here? All the fear of rejection vanished in thin air as Luna modeled the new dresses you just gifted to her, and showcased the toys and books that her doting Papa, uncles and aunts bought. She insisted that you tie her hair into two space buns like you always did before because apparently, “Papa never gets it right like you do.”

Levi leaned against the door frame and smiled at the sight of Luna theatrically narrating an especially thrilling story about her encounter with a ladybug in the backyard. He clicked a mental picture of his little girl's dramatic oration while you marveled at her as if she sprinkled the stars up in the sky. As soon as she was finished telling how the polka-dotted bug landed right on the ridge of her nose, she spotted her father and announced that the three of you were to immediately commence with a tea party.

Akin to the rest of the evening, Luna insisted upon sitting on your lap as you sipped on hibiscus tea that Levi brewed while she drank the warm turmeric latte that she requested you to make. You peppered the top of her head with kisses as the walls of your home reverberated with more tales about her day at the park, and about a puppy that tickled her fingers by licking them. At 8:00 PM sharp, Levi declared that it was time for dinner when you finished your respective beverages.

His signature dish, Tonkotsu ramen was on the menu that both you and Luna gobbled it up in no time. For dessert, you brought her favorite strawberry ice-cream mochi that you made yourself at the patisserie. You two ladies chatted away and Levi participated every now and then.  You couldn’t help but think how perfect this felt and going by his serene expression, Levi seemed to be mirroring your thoughts.

Bath time after dinner had been a routine as the three-year-old was still learning to eat by herself and more often than not, made a big mess. You volunteered to bathe her while he cleaned up.  He slet out a content sigh when Luna’s laughter accompanied by yours echoed through the house as you splashed her with water while she played in the tub. Even the most beautiful music in the world did not hold a candle to this harmony that was falling on his ears.

When it was finally time for bed, Luna was in deep slumber within minutes, drowsy after a warm bath and a fun-filled evening. You reclined on the bed by her side, caressing her hair and listening to her mellow snores, and Levi sat on the armchair by the bed, catching up on some reading, occasionally glancing at the pair of you.

It was tranquil. The light from her moon-shaped night lamp dimly illuminated the room. The dream catcher that you made for her swayed over your hear. Nothing but sound of the soft breaths of your baby and of Levi occasionally turning the page of his novel filled the air. There was no stress, no negativity, only peace of mind. With closed eyes, you took it all in, this life you missed so much.

You had been entranced for a while before feeling a soft tap on your forearm. Levi signaled you with his neck to head outside. Right as you tried to get out of bed as gently as possible, a little hand gripped yours tightly.

“Mama, don’t leave.”, the melancholy in Luna's sleepy voice tugged on the strings of your heart. You opened your mouth to respond, but words refused to spawn.

“Moon beam, Mama will be back home with us soon.”

Levi was now on the bed beside you, caressing Luna’s hair with one hand and clutching yours tightly with the other. It was hard to decide whether the sudden flutter in your heart was a result of bewilderment, or from the warmth of his words.

Making sure she was really asleep this time you both lightly kissed the snoozing baby, snugly tucked her in and made your way downstairs.

“Tea?”, he offered while entering the kitchen. You obliged, making yourself comfortable on the couch, not ignoring the sudden Deja- vu that dawned upon you.

He soon returned with two steaming cups of fragrant chamomile tea and sat next to you, stretching his arm on the backrest. He absentmindedly twirled strands of your hair between his fingers as you both sipped the hot beverage in a serene silence.

“I owe you an explanation.”, Levi finally began.

You turned to face him, with your back now resting against the arm of the couch. Poles apart from his usual calm demeanor, he looked... fidgety. His puffed the already plump pillows beside him, eyes glancing over everything in the room but you. Your continued silence was enough sign for him to go on with what he wanted to say.

“Uh... You are the first person I’m about to tell this to. In fact, I have never even uttered this out loud before. I only just came to terms with it myself.”, he exhaled sharply.

“What is it, Levi?”, you urged.

"Okay. Here goes. Something in me changed on the day Luna was born. I knew that as a father, I was expected to be her protector; that's what I was told a father should be. But- But I was too afraid for her. It was an obsession, almost blinding. It started with keeping the kid out of harm's way at all costs. But it just deteriorated from there. As she grew up, she wanted to try new things and explore. And you, like any parent would, encouraged her to do just that. It makes me sick to even say this, but my urge to shield Luna got so bad that I started to perceive you as a threat to our own daughter. I got these splitting headaches and I’d black out and lose track of what I was saying or doing every time things didn’t go my way. I didn’t even realize when I pushed you far, far away until it was too late.”, he sighed, his gaze locked on the blank television screen in front of him.

Your stomach was in twists, horrified face exuding your inability to grasp what you just heard. There was a long, pregnant pause as he waited for you to say something... anything.

“How could you?”

Levi and you had been together for a long time even before you married. You were offended that he could feel this way about you. It made you furious that he put you, Luna and himself through so much pain. Neither of you could control tears from being shed as he continually begged for your forgiveness.

"I knew I had fucked up, the moment I signed those papers. I turned our whole world upside down with my own hands. My mind felt like a prison that I could not break out of, and instead of letting you help me, I abandoned you.", he despaired.

Your rage started to evaporate when he described how lost he felt the moment you were gone; how he had hung on to Luna like his life depended on it, just to maintain his sanity. He was barely sleeping and the frequent nightmares he had were only making things worse. He told you how he had been working hard on controlling his impulses - starting by trusting Furlan, Isabel, Hange or Erwin with taking care of her in his absence.

“I can’t express how much I regret letting you go, love. I wish for every second of every day that I hadn't done it.”, He was breathing raggedly, as if trying hold back another wave of tears.

You quietly stared at him, unable to think of anything to say to him.

“It is getting late. I should leave.”, you sniffled as you began to gather your things.

Your mind was in scrambles; the heartache threatening another breakdown. It was almost midnight, the tea had done its job and you were exhausted, causing your feelings to be much more amplified than they would be otherwise. The last two days had been too much to process.

He nodded in despondency and watched you walking to the door.

It reminded him of something.

This.

This was his nightmare coming true. Again.

In his dream he was stuck to the floor, robbed of his voice, his limbs frozen. He couldn't let that miserable dream win this time. He needed to stop you. He had to have you back. He couldn't let you leave.

Not again.

Just as you were about to step out, he called out your name and reached out for your hand.

“Stay.”, he whispered, almost too softly.

“Levi, I have to be at work early tomor...”

“Why are you such a dumbass? Do I really need to spell everything out for you?”, he interrupted.

“You’re not helping your case right now.”, you raised your brow.

“I love you, you idiot. I let you go once, and I don’t want to do it again. I wont survive being away from you any longer. I need you. I horribly failed at being a good husband. But I promise I’ll make everything right if you give me another chance. Please.”, he begged, the lone tear running down his cheek shone in the dim luminescence of the room.

Dumbfounded, you gaped at his anguished face. You were wordlessly taking in what he had just said when he mistook your silence for rejection and turned around, looking dejected.

“Levi!”, you clutched his hand and pulled him towards you.

Your bodies collided, faces just a few inches away from each other's. Reaching for his face with your other hand, you wiped the tear away with your thumb.

“Kiss me.”, you breathed.

He looked... befuddled, unable to comprehend the words that just left your tongue. Getting impatient, you took it upon yourself to close whatever little distance that remained between you.

And like pieces of a puzzle, your lips met; perfectly merging together as if that’s where they always belonged. The stars that twinkled in front of your closed eyes accompanied were by ecstatic explosions in your heart and butterflies in your stomach. His lips tasted like sweet chamomile tea, with hints of the tangy strawberry from earlier. His touch was so gentle that you were transported back in time to the balcony of his old apartment where a shy Levi took all evening to muster up the courage to kiss you after your first date while it snowed outside.

The tenderness soon heightened into fiery passion when his hands wandered down to your thighs to pick you up and pin you against the door, slamming it shut. Waltzing tongues, heavy breaths, frisky hands; you were like two starving animals who were just presented with their favorite meals, hungrily grabbing the other and moaning into each other's mouths. He began to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up with one hand as the other held you firmly against the door.

“Oi! What the fuck?”, Levi resembled a child who dropped his ice-cream on a hot summer day when you swatted his hand away.

“Slow down, Tiger. What’s the rush?”, you smiled coyly while wiggling out of his grip.

“I-I uh...”, He looked dazed, unable to form sentences.

“I love you too, Levi. I never stopped. But I don’t want to get hurt again. It has only been a day since we reconnected. Can we take this slow?”, you sighed, smoothing his hair and straightening out his shirt.

“We’ll go at whatever pace you’d like.”

A/N: So, did you ever expect to be Levi's Modern AU Zeke Yaeger? 🙊😬

Chapters: Five | Six | Seven

[danniburgh]

Formalities and Introductions (a RushBit one shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: It's mother's day and you get to meet Javier's mom.

Word count: +2k

Chapter warnings: mentions of death and dead people and nostalgia.

A/N: This is canon RushBit after the main story,  it will make sense once we throw ourselves into it. I just wanted to commemorate Mother's Day with this.

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May 9th, 1996.

You turned on the driveway and pulled over; when you turned off the car and grabbed your bag from the co-pilot’s seat, you felt your smile creep up on your face again and you tried to hide it, unsuccessfully.

You got out of the car and immediately the big black ball of hair that was Pepe ran out of Chucho’s house and you crouched to greet the old pup.

“Hi, good boy,” you cooed to him as his large tail formed whiplashes around the space “where are our men?” you asked him, standing up. The dog huffed and turned around to walk back to Chucho’s house.

You followed him and walked in. The first thing that welcomed you was the stern voices of two men arguing in spanish. You walked behind Pepe into the kitchen and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the arch frame of the entrance, neither of them seemed to notice you.

“No, viejo terco, no,” (stubborn old man) Javier chastised from the chair he was sitting on, his back to you, as Chucho chopped something on the counter, his back to Javier.

“Is that the way to talk to your dad?” you asked out loud, Javier seemed to wince and turned around to see you.

“It’s my dad,” he replied, Chucho chuckled, turning around to wink at you and to clean his hands with the kitchen towel hanging on his shoulder “I talk to him how I want to.”

“No, you don’t, shut up.” you teased, Javier smirked and took the can of beer that was resting on the table in front of him and took a gulp. Chucho sat next to him as you left your bag on the opposite chair.

“How’d it go?” Javier asked, watching you walk to the fridge and take out the water jug and make your quick way to the dish rack for a glass.

“I hate the DMV,” you mumbled, pouring the water on the glass and placing it in front of Javier, along with a kiss on his temple, “I got yelled by a lady trying to cut in line,” you chuckled and Chucho followed, you left the jug on the table and took the beer can from Javier’s hand, “but I got it.”

“Hey that’s mine,” Javier frowned as you walked to the sink and left the can there, “show it to me.”

“Was, drink your water,” you said, Chucho chuckled again and shook his head when Javier let out a huff, he knew better than to say something at that point, he knew how much you cared about Javier, “I even got surprised, I don’t look half bad in the photo.” you raised your eyebrows as you walked to the chair, took your bag and rummaged around it, finding the small plastic rectangle and handing it to Javier when you sat down.

“Half bad? you look gorgeous.” Javier mumbled, Chucho leaned to the side and Javier handed it to him.

“You do, Florecita.” Chucho said, smiling at you.

“Well thank you,” you smiled back at him, “with that driver’s license I’m officially a citizen of Texas.” you rolled your eyes and Javier frowned in feigned hurt.

“What’s wrong with Texas?” he said as you took the license from Chucho’s hand.

“I’m not saying there’s something wrong with it.” you shrugged, taking the water glass you had put in front of him and taking a sip of the cold water.

“You’re suggesting it.” he narrowed his eyes with that shit-eating grin of his.

“I’m not! what do you care? you hate Texas.” you rolled your eyes again and Javier faked a gasp.

“I don’t hate it, I’m just not fond of it.” he let out, taking out a laugh out of you. Chucho muttered something along the lines of chamacos locos (crazy kids) and stood up to resume his chopping.

“And yet you’re making me live here,” you chuckled out and Javier just shrugged, “what are you cooking, suegro?” you asked, and Javier took the glass from your hand to drink out of it.

“Meatloaf,” Chucho replied “Javi, remember to pick up the flowers in the morning.” he said without turning.

“Yeah.”

“What flowers?” you asked Javier.

“Tomorrow’s mother’s day.” he let out, moving on the chair to face you better.

“I thought it was this sunday,” you narrowed your eyes until your brain remembered that the holiday was celebrated on the tenth in México, “oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed,” Javier teased, knowing you just had to remember it, his hand snaked on the table to take yours “we’re gonna go see mom,” he muttered “wanna come?”

Javier felt a bit nervous asking you that; to go with him and his dad to the cemetery and look at a tombstone he hadn’t seen for a long time.

He didn’t talk about his mom often, because it all reminded him of the last time he saw her and the image of his smiling mother tortured him more than do him any good; he spent a long time of his adult years wondering if the choices he was making would disappoint the woman that had birthed him and wrapped him in so much love since the first minute he was on earth; he spent most of his life thinking what would his mother say if she found out what he was doing or why. And he still needed to work on restoring the memory of his mother in his mind, because she would smack him on the nape if she knew he avoided talking about her at all.

He saw your eyes, wrapped in that warm kindness that had settled in them since you had moved in with him and decided to stay by his side; he knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still had to ask.

“Sure, you don’t have to ask me.” you said, Javier nodded and gave you a tight lip smile and turned to his dad.

“You need help, pop?”

“No.”

Javier padded inside the room when you got out of the ensuite, towel drying your hair, he walked around the bed, sat on the edge of the edge of his side, his back to you, and picked up the book you two were reading before falling asleep.

“You ok?” you asked him, he hummed in affirmation while looking around the nightstand, “you sure?” you asked him again, he turned his face to look at you and saw you with your eyes narrowed as you threw the towel in the hamper.

“I’m fine.” he said, following you as you walked to the dresser and picked up his glasses, you shook your head slowly and sat next to him, handing the glasses to him.

“Liar, liar.”

He scoffed when you stood up and walked around to your side; he stood up as well, and you began that half put together routine you had before bed; pulling down the covers, throwing some pillows on the bed’s end bench and climbing on the bed to snuggle together right in the middle of the mattress.

“Do I have to ask you again?” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder as he picked up the book. He sighed and shuffled to face you.

“I haven’t been to her grave since I left.” he mumbled.

“I don’t think she judges you for it.” you let out, he chuckled humorlessly.

“You didn’t know her,” he said, “she does.”

“I don’t know her because you won’t talk to me about her,” you whispered and Javier sighed again, you turned your head to face him, he was already looking at you. “I understand it’s hard, but I’d like to know about her.”

Javier looked at you without saying a thing for a few seconds. His hand reached to your cheek and he nodded a few times.

“Ask away.” he whispered, you gave him a smile that he could only classify as the smile of a curious child and it made his chest turn around with love.

May 10th, 1996.

The bouquet was heavy, but you insisted on carrying it yourself, the smell of the pink carnations invaded your nostrils as Javier’s hand gripped yours in that entangled mess that was your fingers when you held hands.

“Por acá.” Chucho said, he was guiding you both through the narrow dirt paths of the Laredo’s Cemetery, Javier was helping you not step on any graves out of respect, he had said.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled, Javier snorted “I’m about to meet your mom, I’m nervous.”

Javier let out a nostalgic chuckle.

“You met her last night.” he reminded, you smiled, remembering him abandoning the book when you started asking what you wanted to know about his mom; where was she born, when, where she grew up, how did she like to be called, her favorite kind of music, how she used to call him when he was a kid; all the things you didn’t know.

The ones you did, Javier was not the one to tell them to you, it was Chucho; your non-father in law loved when you were in a curious mood because you nagged him until you got responses, and from him you had learned her name, how did they meet, when they got married and how did she die.

But you were eager to learn Javier’s perspective about his mom, because Chucho spoke about her with all the love and devotion of a husband, a man that knew her soul and her body; but Javier knew her kindness and her protective side.

And you loved every bit of her he handed you, it made her more real and it was as if you knew her too. Or at least part of her.

“So carnations were her favorites?” you asked him in a low voice, Chucho turning right on another path.

“Yeah, those and jacarandas,” he replied with a smile, you turned to see him and smiled at him “but those don’t grow here.”

“Isn’t Guadalajara filled with those trees?” you asked, almost in a rethory, remembering the brief time you spent in that city and seeing the streets filled with purple little flowers, Javier nodded.

“I saw some of those in Colombia too, most of them in Medellín,” he mumbled, gripping your hand tighter absentmindedly, it was still hard for both of you to talk about Colombia, but it was harder for him “reminded me of her.”

Chucho stopped in front of a white tombstone, on each side there were two stone vases with some half-dead flowers on them and he took his hat off, you looked at Javier and he breathed in heavily, you handed him the bouquet and he gave you half a smile.

“Hola, mi amor.” Chucho let out, “happy mother’s day” his usual stern tone faded and you felt a tight knot in the middle of your chest and bit your lip.

“Here, pop,” Javier undid the bouquet and gave him half the carnations, “hola, mami,” he whispered to it and you just saw them moving silently around the grave, you stood there, in front of the gravestone.

Margarita García de Peña. Beloved wife and mother. 1926 - 1967

The two men in front of you took out the dead flowers and put the carnations in the vases, Chucho stood there, a hand on the cold stone and started whispering to it.

Javier walked to you and you opened your arm for him to settle around.

“She was so young.” you said, he nodded.

“She had me young.” he mumbled, you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Gracias.” you whispered. He looked at you with half a frown and saw you looking at the grave.

Javier huffed and shook his head with a soft smile adorning his face; he tugged you to him and wrapped you inside his arms, you put your arms around his waist and Javier kissed your temple.

“She would’ve loved you.” he murmured on your skin.

“She loved you.” you said, making him hug you tighter.

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Only You ~ Rowaelin

A Rowaelin fanfic, set if Aelin’s parents had lived and she had met Rowan under normal circumstances, if Erawan and Maeve weren’t threats. Hope you enjoy!

I would also like to apologise for how long it has been since I have updated this! I have been busy moving and also been having a bit of a bad time mentally and lost a lot of motivation to write. But I’m hopefully back and will be updating more frequently from now on!! Thank you for all being so patient and I’m sending lots of love to everyone who is still reading <3 

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Chapter Seventeen ~ Heavenly 

Chapter Sixteen ~ Chapter Eighteen 

Aelin scrambled off of Rowan, practically diving to the floor to retrieve her clothes that had been thrown there. Rowan did the same, fumbling to the side of the bed to pull on his pants. 

Her heart was beating a million miles an hour as she hurried to dress and place herself on a chair near the window. Rowan strode to the desk and sat himself back where he had been and finally answered. 

“Come in.” 

A young male hesitantly stepped into the room, Aelin grimaced as she realised what it must smell like in here. Not only that, but the scent that her and Rowan must be giving off. 

“A letter arrived for you from Doranelle.” He moved across the floor to hand Rowan the letter. Quickly retreating back to the door to bow and hastily exiting the room. 

Aelin let out a sigh and readjusted her blouse, straightening it up slightly and pulling her tangled hair over a shoulder. 

Neither of them said anything, Rowan silently reading the letter. 

Aelin didn’t know what to say to him. What had happened was unexpected, after the conversations she had had with Rowan about this exact thing… she shook her head slightly. 

 Aelin had lost control and Rowan wasn’t able to help himself either. The fact that they had managed that long without getting that far was a surprise in itself, Lysandra had said as much a couple of weeks prior. Exclaiming to Aelin that most newly mated pairs would hide themselves away for weeks, even months, to get the rawness of the mating out of their systems. Aelin had to then explain that it wasn’t that neither of them didn’t want to go there… but that there were rules and etiquette in the royal family, and they couldn’t be ignored because of a mating bond. Although when had that ever stopped her?

Aelin was brought out of her thoughts when Rowan cleared his throat and stood from the chair. 

She hesitated slightly before speaking. “Is… is everything okay?”

Rowan nodded. He held the letter in his hands, his face furrowed slightly. 

“It seems there has been some unrest in Doranelle, a few groups who had supported Maeve are causing trouble.” 

Aelin nodded. “Do you need to go back?” She stood from her chair, stepping towards him. “I’m sure we can postpone everything.” 

Rowan shook his head this time. “I’ll have some of the others go to check. I’m needed here.” 

He made towards the door, Aelin grasping his hand before he could walk away completely. “I’m sorry… I know you wanted to wait until we had made everything official.” 

Rowan shook his head slightly. “Can I be honest?” 

Aelin let her grip on his wrist fall and nodded once. 

“Your father and Orlon asked me not to let things go too far.” 

Aelin was the one to shake her head this time. She stood there speechless for a moment before returning her gaze to Rowan. 

“Did they say why?” 

Rowan shrugged. “They were just concerned about the image of the royal family.” 

“The image?” She blew out a breath. “They’re— we are mates!” 

“I know. But I wasn’t about to argue with the king and your father.” 

Aelin huffed. “It’s stupid.” 

Rowan pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her head. “I know, Fireheart.” 

“We’re okay?” She murmured into his chest.

“Of course.” Rowan let her go and stepped back into the hallway. “Don’t forget dinner this evening.” 

She smiled lightly at him and nodded as he strode away.

Aelin loitered in his room a moment longer, collecting herself before she headed down to the library. It didn’t give quite the same comfort as what being at Sam’s had given, but it would do. She breathed deeply, taking in the smell of the old dusty books that lined the shelves. A fire crackled away in the background and a warmth spread through her. 

It felt like an age since she had been in here properly. When she had been with Sam she had not needed to come in here, nor had she wanted to… the librarians were still unsure of her after the accident in the Library of Orynth. Despite her many apologies and gifts of rare books from the continent, they had shunned her and made a point of not wanting her here. Although, in their defence, they had eased up in the last couple of years. 

Aelin found a corner, close to the fire but hidden from anyone entering the library. She had piled some books into her arms as she had walked through the towering shelves and snuggled down into a leather armchair. She didn’t immediately reach for the books, instead she let her head fall back against the chair and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the librarians shuffling around, the crackling fire and the low howl of the wind from outside.

Her mind wandered a little. It was a little jarring how much had happened already today… first Lysandra, then Sam and then what had happened with her and Rowan. 

She didn’t regret it. In fact, she felt relieved that he had wanted her as much as she wanted him. But she knew that he would be kicking himself for letting things go as far as they had, especially as it had been the middle of the day, in a bustling castle where she had no doubt people would be able to hear or scent what was going on. Still, she felt oddly relaxed… and excited. In one week she would be alone with him for real, and there would be no one to interrupt them. 

But as her mind thought of her aline time with Rowan, she started to think of Lysandra and the position she was now in. Things had been so hectic that Aelin hadn’t thought of what the future would now look like. If things went well, Lysandra could very well be engaged to Aedion, they would likely move into one of the private houses nearby and raise their family. Aelin didn’t want to think of what could happen if things didn’t go well. 

And then in one week she would be officially mated to Rowan. In less than three months she would be married. 

Aelin was surprised by the shiver of anticipation that ran through her at the thought of being a wife. She had of course known that one day she would be married… but to be married to her mate, her soul-bonded— it brought a whole new element to it. And to know that he would be by her side through whatever difficulties came their way— it comforted her in a way she could not explain. 

Aelin must have dosed off as she woke to someone lightly tapping her shoulder. Aelin blinked, adjusting to the light. 

Orla, one of her ladies in waiting was loitering in front of her. 

“I’m sorry to wake you, but Prince Whitethorn asked us to help you get ready for dinner. The time is fast approaching.” 

Aelin sat up in the chair, unfurling her legs and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She glanced to the window on the other side of the library and noticed the darkened sky. She had been asleep for much longer than she thought.

She stood from the chair, feeling guilty that she would have to leave the books for the librarians to clear away. She mentally reminded herself to return tomorrow with baked goods for them. 

Aelin followed Orla through the palace, winding up the stairs and into her rooms. Several others waited for her and they immediately pulled her down into a chair, brushing through her tangled hair. She didn’t protest when they dabbed some red onto her cheeks and some tint to her lips. She silently dressed in a velvet gown of deep blue, her sleeve ends rounded with gold. The dress was beautiful and one she had not seen in her wardrobe before. She mentioned it to the girls helping her. 

“Prince Whitethorn had it delivered from the seamstress in the city.” 

Aelin smiled to herself. Rowan was full of surprises it seemed. 

She stared in the mirror, smoothing the dress and admiring the way she looked. She supposed she should get used to dressing up more— with a mating ceremony, a wedding, and not too long away a coronation, her coronation. 

Orla came to stand beside her, smiling at Aelin. “Beautiful as always.”

Aelin nudged her. “I could never look this nice without you.” 

They both turned when the door clicked opened and Rowan strode in. Aelin felt her stomach do a flip as she took him in. 

Dressed in white shirt and black pants, his jacket matching the colour of her dress, he looked… princely. Which was a good thing she supposed, as he was in fact a prince. It took her a moment to regain her thoughts. She had only seen him dressed like this when they had first met, his usual attire being lose tunics and grey pants— clothes for comfort. 

“Are you ready?” He was smiling at her as he spoke. The way he was looking at her set her alight— his easy smile and wandering eyes that were taking her in. She felt beautiful. 

Aelin stepped forward and linked her arm through his own. She turned to smile at the girls behind her, who were grinning from ear to ear as they waved her and Rowan away. 

The hallways were silent as they meandered through them. The only sounds coming from their footsteps and the howling wind outside. Aelin would always be grateful for her fire during the winter months, never having to go cold was a blessing. 

Rowan did not speak as they made their way to what was normally the morning room. Rowan slipped his arm out of her own, his hand squeezing hers as he stepped to the doors. 

“Lysandra warned me you might laugh… but I’m asking you to reserve any snarky comments until later.” 

Aelin rolled her eyes. “I promise not to laugh.” 

Rowan gave her a hesitant smile back, but opened the doors. 

Aelin could have cried— either from the overflowing amount of love she felt for Rowan in that moment, or utter bewilderment. 

The room which was usually plain and frankly, rather boring, had been transformed. The long dining table that took up most of the room had been replaced with a circular one, covered in a light linen cloth. Atop the table were candles and a bottle of what looked like a fine Terrasen wine. It didn’t end there; candles were dotted around the room too, flickering lightly, whilst vases of winter flowers bloomed on the end tables. 

Aelin turned to Rowan. He stood behind her, his cheeks slightly reddened, but his eyes on her. She shook her head slightly, going back once more to gaze at the scene before her. Never in her years had she had a partner do something like this— not even Sam. 

“Do you like it?” Rowan rested his hand on the small of her back and led her further into the room. He pulled her chair out and guided her down.

“I don’t know what to say.” 

“I recall promising you dinner in the city. But with the weather and everything with Lysandra… I thought staying here was easier for now.” 

He took the bottle of wine and poured her a glass. 

“I know it isn’t much—“ 

“It’s perfect. You don’t need to explain yourself, this is utterly perfect.” 

A couple of the fae that worked in the kitchens scurried into the room and placed a plate of what Aelin only hoped were the traditional Terrasen delicacy. Small pastries filled with herbed meat and potatoes, drizzled with a heavenly sauce. 

Aelin thanked them before they ran off again. 

“I don’t know if I mentioned how beautiful you look?” 

“I think it may have slipped your mind.” She laughed and took a sip of the wine, letting the alcohol warm her. Rowan followed suit and they sipped in comfortable silence for a moment. 

Aelin set her glass back on the table and admired the room once more. Noticing new details as she did; like the chess set positioned between two armchairs, a bottle of whisky placed just behind it. 

She turned to Rowan. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” 

Rowan chuckled lightly following her gaze to the whisky and shook his head. “I just asked Lysandra if she would give some suggestions. She said it was your favourite whisky to drink.” 

Aelin gave a hum in response. “I think I’m going to go see Lysandra tomorrow. I’ve got a couple of meetings with various people and then my mother wants to have lunch to discuss wedding preparations.”

“I should probably see Sellene tomorrow. She’s been asking after me and I’ve been putting it off. I should also check that everything in Doranelle is fine… the message from Fenrys this morning was worrying.” 

Aelin saw his shoulders sag, his brow furrowed as he thought. 

“If you need to go back, we can arrange something.” 

He shook his head. “I have some… friends, I suppose, who I can call on if things get worse. I need to be here.”

Aelin studied him a moment before responding. “Doranelle is still your home, I won’t make you stay here.”

Rowan took a long sip of his wine, twirling the dark liquid in his glass a couple of times before he swallowed. “I don’t miss Doranelle if that is what you’re thinking. I simply do not need to be there right now.” Another sip. 

Aelin narrowed her eyes. “There’s something else. What is it?” 

Rowan narrowed his eyes right back at her, earning a smile from Aelin. 

“You’re going to laugh at me.” 

She placed a hand over her heart as she spoke. “I promise I won’t laugh at you.” 

“I can’t leave you. I don’t want to leave you. I’ve said it before, but the first months or years of mating are the hardest and being apart, even just for a day…”

As he spoke she felt the bond unfurl and spread over her, then the tug of that the line between them. 

Before Aelin responded, the doors open and the palace staff came in carrying trays of food. They placed them on the table and Aelin listened as they explained what they had brought out. It all sounded mouth-wateringly good, and she thanked the Gods that Orlon loved good food, only employing the best cooks on the continent. She had only ever tasted something better when she had been visiting the Southern Continent, where the food had tasted divine and she left with the desire to return as soon as possible for more. Although many years had passed since she had been there— a trip was overdue. 

Still, she dug into the food that had been laid out in front of her. Rowan followed suit; piling roasted vegetables lathered in butter, roasted chicken which was seasoned to perfection, then soft, fluffy potatoes and a thick flavoursome sauce that Aelin poured generously over everything. 

Rowan seemed to do the same and the two of them filled their mouths, the only sounds came form the clinking of their cutlery on the china plates and the occasional moan of delight from Aelin. 

She had practically licked her plate clean, Rowan laughing at her as she attempted to get every last drop of gravy from the plate. 

“If you want more, I’m sure they can bring some up.” 

“I want to save room for dessert, but this is so delicious.” 

Rowan laughed again, reaching for her plate and stacking it onto his own. 

“It’s not very princess like.” 

She huffed, but sat up further on the chair and took the napkin to wipe her mouth., whilst also giving her dress a once over to ensure she had not spilt anything on it. Pleased that she had avoided ruining another dress, she placed her napkin down and took a sip of wine. 

“What was the occasion for this? I’m not complaining, it’s really wonderful to spend time with you like this… but I’m just curious.” 

Rowan shifted in his seat and reached to the inner pocket of his jacket. 

Aelin sucked in a breath as he placed a small octagonal box in front of her. 

“I know we’ve been doing things a bit backwards.” He stood from his seat and rounded the table to stand in front of Aelin. 

“Rowan…” 

He knelt down on one knee, one of his hands grasping her own and the other reaching for the box that he had placed in front of her. 

“I wasn’t sure how to do this properly. Fae traditions are different from human ones; but I had some help from—“

Aelin interrupted. “Can you please open the box? I am dying to see it.”

Rowan beamed up at her, but did as she asked. He slowly flicked the lid of the box open to reveal a stunning gold ring. The band was intricately engraved with little lines and swirls, all leading to the middle where a raw emerald rested in the centre, encircled by another thin ribbon of gold. 

Aelin thought she might cry at the sight of it. At the sight of Rowan on his knee in front of her, presenting her with a ring. She was taken aback. 

“The band was my mothers. When I left… after that evening with Sam, I went back to Doranelle and found it amongst my mothers things that she had left for me. I took it to a goldsmith in Orynth to get it fixed, and I added the emerald— Terrasen green.” 

“It’s where you went today?” 

He nodded. He was still on his knee, still holding the little box open to her. 

“Are you going to ask me?” 

Rowan looked confused for a moment before he realised what she meant. 

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, will you do me the greatest honour, and marry me?” 

She felt her heart burst at the words, at the promise of their future. She nodded once, and then again and then she slid off her chair, now knee to knee with Rowan. 

“Of course I will marry you.” She barely got the words out before she was grabbing his face and placing her lips to his own. “I love you.” Another kiss. 

He murmured his love back to her before he pulled away and held her left hand in his. He gently removed the ring from it’s resting place and grinned at her as he carefully slipped the ring onto her finger. 

It was heavier than she anticipated, but it was beautiful. She stared at it for a moment, smiling. 

“So this was the occasion.” 

She admired the ring for a few seconds more before the two of them relocated to the armchairs in the corner of the room. Rowan poured them both a glass of whisky and Aelin savoured the taste as she sipped on the dark smokey liquid. 

“In all honesty, I had not thought about doing this. Like I mentioned, Fae traditions are different and most couples will never marry in the human sense. And mates will usually just have a ceremony for the mating. Many feel that marriage feels insignificant in comparison to the bond.” He gazed down at her hand, which she had purposely rested on the arm of the chair, showing off the ring.

“I thought you said you had been married?” 

Rowan thought for a moment. “In a sense, yes. But it wasn’t quite as official as what humans do.” 

She was silent a moment. “We’re technically already engaged, you didn’t need to do all this.” 

He sighed quietly. “I didn’t think it was important either. But Lysandra gave me a lecture about how it was important you knew I wanted to marry you and that I should honour the human side of you by proposing properly— even if we were already engaged.” 

Aelin huffed a laugh. “Typical Lysandra.” 

“She was right. There’s something quite satisfying seeing that ring on your finger.” He grinned at her. 

Aelin rolled her eyes. “You Fae males are insufferable.” 

“But unfortunately you’re stuck with us.”