#Sorry for the late response finally looking at my inbox

[tetsumie]

"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘" 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

read part 1 here!

pairing: kuroo x reader & bokuto x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

content: the boys call you clingy but they don’t mean it

a/n: hello ahhh it's been awhile since i've posted but i'm trying to get back into the habit of writing again! someone in my inbox had requested me to add bokuto to this list so i tried my best but i hope you all enjoyed this and feel free to stop by my inbox to leave a comment, tell me your thoughts, or just lmk how it's going hehe :,)

kuroo tetsuro

"i'm home," a mumble echoed out into the empty living room.

at the sound of the door opening, you make your way out of your shared bedroom to greet your overworked boyfriend, kuroo.

"hi baby," you replied with a tired smile on your features.

the door closes and kuroo slides off his slacks, loosens his tie, runs his fingers through his hair, and sighs in exhaustion.

"hey."

"have you eaten dinner yet?" you start to ramble. " i can warm up dinner and we could maybe share a meal together?"

"we haven't spent much time together in a while so you know.. i was just thinking... we could do something small together?"

you continue to ramble about how you spent all evening trying a new recipe you saw on tiktok that really fascinated you.

but kuroo is not having it.

all he wants to do is just go to bed and forget the past couple shitty days he's had at work. today, especially, was stressful considering how nothing had gone his way and the higher ups just wouldn’t stop giving him a hard time.

he kept his frustration, tiredness, anger all bottled up for the past couple days and they were all about to boil out.

on top of that, your constant rambling isn't helping. you keep talking and talking and talking and his mind is beginning to get cloudy and his anger is about to boil over.

his voice rises and he finally speaks, "god y/n.. can you just shut the fuck up and stop being all up in my space? you're so fucking clingy just leave me alone."

oh.

you mouth shuts up mid sentence and you're looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye after hearing his true feelings.

"sorry, i just wanted to spend some time and talk and relax with you..." your voice goes quiet. "you've been out really late for the past couple days so i was just hoping-"

however, kuroo's outburst isn't over yet. if anything, your little comment voicing your concerns seems to have make him a bit more upset.

"yeah, i've been out late because of how suffocating it is here at home with you. god, it's like you just can't take a fucking hint! just leave me the fuck alone!" he says and your eyes go a bit glassy.

"r-right," you say as you're turning around so he doesn't see the tears forming in your eyes. "sorry, i'll respect your wishes and give you your space."

seeing your hunched figure walking away brought him back to his senses.

what the fuck did i just say to them? oh my god.

"y/n wait i'm sorry-" he begins but is cut off.

"kuroo, i think you've said enough tonight."

the sound of his last name coming out of your mouth leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he knows he's fucked up immensely. the door to the bedroom closes, indicating that you're clocking out for the night and you can't deal with this conversation any bit longer.

kuroo sits himself on the couch with his head in his hands, shaking his head.

what the hell did i just say to them? it's not even their fault... i just... how the hell do i make it up to them?

kuroo walks to the door and places three subtle knocks on the door, begging for permission to enter. he's greeted with no acknowledgement or response.

he turns the knob and to his surprise it opens. there, he sees you fast alseep in your comforter in a fetal-like position. he goes into the closet, changes into his pajamas, and immediately climbs into bed.

he brings you close to his side of the bed, specifically putting your head on his chest. he begins to stroke your hair and places gentle kisses on your head, mumbling soft "i'm sorry's" and "i love you's."

he's praying to whatever deity out there that this would blow over by tomorrow morning or something.

but kuroo wakes up the next morning to his worst nightmare: you're not in bed with him. he feels his blood run cold and he's running the worst case scenarios in his head.

he rushes out of the bedroom to see that you're nowhere in the apartment. he sees a bright colored post-it note stuck on to the fridge with a note scribbled in your handwriting.

"i'm staying at a friend's house for the next couple of days. i just need time to think for a bit. there's some leftovers from last night in the fridge so make sure you eat those.

love u always, y/n"

kuroo's hands shake as he's holding your post-it note.

of course, they'd leave. i treated them like shit and hurt them so badly of course they want to leave. but even after everything, they still love me… i don’t deserve them.

kuroo begins to spiral and the next couple of days aren't any easy for him.

every attempt at texting or calling you has lead to no response. he goes to sleep without you next to him, holding back tears every time. every morning without fail, he pats the vacancy next to him in hopes that you'll be there but to his demise, every time, you're not. work feels even more lethargic than usual. before, he used to look forward to coming home to you but now you're not even at home so what's the point in even trying. counting down the hours until he gets to leave his cubicle has become futile.

i just really want them back. please come back home.

but when he comes home from a pain achingly long day of work, he doesn't find you and his mood plummets even more.

that is until one day, kuroo is able to leave work early where he comes home and hears the familiar noise of the coffee maker brewing. his eyes shoot up from his slacks to look over at the kitchen where he sees you in all your beauty, fidgeting with the knobs on the coffee machine. your eyes both lock and you immediately look away.

kuroo thought you were gone for good. and the fact that you were only a couple feet away from him made his heart swell and his eyes water. there's so much to say but his not a single word is escaping his mouth.

"you want some coffee? i just started a new batch," you finally say to fill up the silence of the room.

he gulps, "sure yeah."

you grab a coffee cup and pour him a fresh cup of coffee and slide it to him across the kitchen counter, avoiding getting too close to him.

too nervous to even touch his drink, he begins to address the elephant in the room, "y/n, i'm so sorry for what i said that night. i had no right to speak to you in the manner."

"it's okay," you say in a curt manner. "i get it."

he shakes his head and tries to get closer to you to convey his feelings but is stopped when he sees you take a step back. his heart cracks.

"no it's not okay sweetheart. i've been so busy with work and i just got super overwhelmed with everything and-"

"kuroo, you know you don't have to make any excuses right?" you interrupt his train of thought.

he's confused now. "excuses? y/n what are you even talking about- "

"just end it with me already... i know you want to," you say, looking down at the fresh cup of coffee in your hands. "you made that very clear."

his world freezes.

the world becomes completely silent.

his mouth is slightly open, caught off guard. he doesn't know what to say.

however, you interpret his silence as him putting down the excuses finally and admitting that he doesn't want to put effort into this relationship with you anymore.

hell, he doesn’t even want this relationship with you anymore.

"right, if you won't i will so it's easier for the both of us. i think we should-"

"don't you dare finish that fucking sentence," he moves close to you all of a sudden and his familiar lingering cheap cologne smell takes up your senses. the gears begin to click in his head before you can respond to him.

kuroo's arms envelop you in his embrace. "i want you. only you. i'm sorry i made you think otherwise."

the tears you've been holding back for the past couple minutes standing in front of him overflow and you feel like the world is about to end.

you push kuroo off you slightly. "i know you've been busy with work and i just wanted to spend some time with you. i never meant to come off as clingy but clearly you thought so so-"

"i'm just a complete douche,” he interrupts. “you were trying to help me out and make me feel better and i was so caught up with work, i couldn't appreciate that."

"i never want to ever make you feel that way again. you never deserved to hear any of that from me and everything i said couldn't be far from the truth. your presence has never been a bother and if anything, coming home to you is the best part of my day.”

“i shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me and i'm so sorry that it did and that i hurt you in the process. i hate that i’m the reason behind your tears and i’ll do everything to make it up to you to show you how much i love you."

the tears from your eyes continue to flow and he delicately wipes every single one from your eyes kissing your cheek every time without fail.

"are you sure you don’t find me suffocating? you said that you hated being home with me though so i just thought-" you start to say.

"i will spend my entire life reassuring you that it isn’t true. i promise you are never suffocating me and your presence never fails to make me feel better on a shitty day. i will do anything to regain your trust and faith in me,” he adamantly speaks with his hands in yours.

hearing his determined resolve, the tears flow even more.

"i love you so much, tetsu."

"i love you too baby," he smiles and delicately kisses your lips. "now let's go out. how do you feel about going out for dinner? i’ve got a lot of making up to you to do."

"i'll never say no to that."

bokuto koutaro

the msby jackals lost 2-0 sets and the entire team was taking the loss hard but no one as hard as bokuto.

"bokuto-san, what do you think went wrong today's game?" an interviewer asks with his notepad out, scribbling notes.

"er, uh, well, today was just a rough day and i had a tough time keeping up with the opponent's plays today... it just was not a good day."

"i have one more question," the interviewer asks.

"go ahead," he gruffs out.

"you are known for your infamous line shots especially during deciding moments of the game. you missed multiple of these shots during today's game. were you distracted during this game? is it because of your new relationship status or were-"

bokuto is now riled up. who the hell does this interviewer think he is to corner me and bring in my personal life???

"i'm leaving, fuck this shit," he spits out, trying his best to maintain his composure.

in frustration, bokuto storms out of the press conference room, slamming the double doors, heading towards the locker room to grab his stuff but is stopped by you, running after him.

"kou! wait up!" you say from a distance and he stops in his tracks to look at you. he's still internally raging from the provocative behavior of that interviewer and he feels like he just might lose it.

"what do you want," he says in an aggressive manner that catches you off guard.

you’re aware of the recent loss of the msby jackals. you know that's probably taking a toll on his confidence as a player so you're trying to be as supportive as you can.

"you wanna come back to my place? i was thinking we could watch that one disney movie you like and we could bake something together too? what do you think?"

"why do you always want to fucking hang out?" he says in the lowest tone of voice you've ever heard from him.

it sends shivers down your spine.

"huh?" you're just confused at this point.

"why are you so fucking clingy all the time? it's always 'kou come over!' or 'kou let's watch a movie!' or 'kou let's take a nap together!' like don't you fucking get that i have a genuine career that i'm working really hard to be successful in?"

so that's what he thinks of me.

"i know you want to be a pro volleyball player and i want to support you the entire way. i was just trying to be there for you and help you relax..." you trail. "i get today was really rough for you.."

"that's the thing you don't get it, y/n!" he says exasperatedly. "if you did want to be supportive for me and my career, then you would stop being so all up on me and give my space!"

he walks into the locker room, slamming the door, shaking you up.

in defeat, you begin to leave the stadium with tears brimming your eyes. as you get in your car, you put your head on the steering wheel and suddenly, the tears start to stream out.

"i'll give him his space. i'll just stop everything. i'm nothing of importance to him or his life so it's best if i just stop." you convince yourself.

bokuto, on the other hand, is in the locker room, holding back tears of frustration as he punched one of the lockers.

fuck, what am i even doing right now...

"bokuto-san! let's head out for the night," shoyo's voice can be heard before he can be seen in the locker room. "we're gonna go get drinks and dinner at that new barbecue place that opened up."

he looks up from the bench and smiles at shoyo along with the rest of his teammates that are nodding along in support.

"yeah, sure. fine with me," kou responds with a small smile on his face.

as bokuto and the rest of the jackals are out and about, he keeps looking at his phone in hopes of getting a message or something from you but you're completely radio silent after the spat between the two of you.

he knows you both had a disagreement but he thought you knew that he was just frustrated and upset with the game. he didn't think it was a reason to just go silent on him.

he sends a text to test the waters.

kou <3: babe, we're good right?

he puts his phone down and engages back in the dinner with the rest of the jackals.

an hour has passed yet still no response. it's starting to make him fidgety so he decides to spam you.

kou <3: hello?

kou <3: baby wya???

kou <3: where is the loml at :((

kou <3: BABYYYYYYY

kou <3: POOKIE PLS TXT ME BACK :(((

y/n is typing...

y/n: sry i was getting ready for bed.

you sounded distant. you clearly were upset but was it still about the argument? c'mon you knew he didn't mean what he said... right?

kou <3: ITS OKAY BABY! can i come over? i wanna spend the night with u :,)

kou <3: i miss you

y/n: maybe not tonight... i think it's best if we're by ourselves for a bit

bokuto's hair significantly drooped down, seeing as how he got rejected to hang out with you for the night.

as bokuto heads over to his apartment for the night, he stares at the bedroom ceiling with his thoughts. he misses laying next to his baby. that's when he starts to replay everything that went down between the two of you.

he genuinely can't figure out what went wrong.

he prays that this whole thing will just blow over by tomorrow because he misses you incredibly and just wants to spend time with you.

unfortunately to his demise, you kept shutting down all of kou's efforts to come over. you refused to pick up his calls, resorting to half assed texts.

this whole argument was festering and bokuto had to fix it immediately.

you, however, want nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend but his words kept running through your mind on loop. anytime you would be sitting alone with yourself, his words kept playing themselves on loop in your brain, making you overthink the post couple months you’ve spent together.

has he always thought of me as clingy? have i always been a bother to him? have i always been super annoying in his eyes?

that was until you heard a knock on the door.

you open the door and see kou standing there in a hoodie and a pair of khakis with a large bouquet of assorted flowers in his hands. his eyes lock with yours while yours widen in surprise.

"k-kou! what are you doing here?" you say in surprise.

"what, i can't see my partnet now?" he retorts lightheartedly. "let me in."

too stunned to even reject him, your hand inherently finds its way to the knob, widening the door so bokuto can fit through into your apartment.

he tries to hand you the flowers but you stand there, hands refusing to move from their sides. "c'mon babe, i got them for you! do you not like them? man, i knew i should've gotten the roses instead."

"no no! thank you so much kou.. i'm just surprised that you even got this for me..." you trail off looking away from him.

he sets the flowers on the kitchen counter and tilts his head in confusion. "what do you mean, y/n?"

"listen, i know you don't really like spending time with me and that you feel obligated to but honestly, we really don't have to hang out or anything like that," you begin to say. "i know i can be a lot sometimes and i'm really working on trying to give you space."

that's when it all clicks in his head for him.

"baby, is this about what i said that day in the gym?" he questions.

you turn away, refusing to even look him in the eye because you know the moment your eyes lock with his, the tears will start streaming down your face.

"baby, no, please," he goes over to you to give you the warmest yet tightest hug possible. "i’m also a very clingy person so i should've known how much my words must have hurt you. i've been so stupid to not see how badly my words must have impacted you, my love. i'm so so sorry for saying and acting the way i did. it's unexcusable."

"no kou it's fine i just-" you say but are interrupted midsentence.

"no, y/n it's not," he says, tears brimming his eyes ever since coming to terms with how hurt you must've been feeling this entire time. "i'll do anything to get your forgiveness and for us to just... be close again. i'll do anything, i mean it."

tears are streaming down both your faces and you can't help but form a wobbly smile on your lips. "pinky promise?"

"pinky promise," kou says as he locks pinkies with you and kisses the top of your head. "now let's cuddle because i've missed being near the love of my life."

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved 

[piastriprincess]

hypotheticals (in my mind) ⸻ oscar piastri x reader .

featuring: oscar piastri, childhood friends to lovers, tooth rotting fluff word count: 0.8k author's note: okay everyone PLEASE be nice i haven't written fic since my 1d days !! but i was so inspired by osc's win today, op1 INCOMING ... watch this space . if this gets a good response maybe i'll write more or open up my inbox for requests or something ?? idk let me know what you think ! title from hypotheticals by lake street dive .

He was a champion, and you were missing it. 

Oscar had invited you, of course, like he did for every race, but with finals looming you couldn’t make the trip to Jeddah. You settled for watching his third win of the season on your tiny laptop screen, his car nothing more than a brilliant papaya streak under the bright lights as proud tears blurred your vision and your heart swelled in your chest with a feeling you wouldn’t dare name.

Looking back you’re not sure, exactly, when your feelings for Oscar went from friends to something more. Maybe it was something recent, the way he’d started making your pulse race and your heart stutter. Maybe (if you’re being honest with yourself) you’ve been gone since the first day you met him at age six, your new neighbor introducing himself with skinned knees and a bunny-teeth smile. 

But he’s not the boy next door anymore, he’s Oscar Piastri, international superstar. And you’re a stressed student, watching your best friend achieve his wildest dreams through a screen at an ungodly hour of the night.

You shut your laptop as the podium ceremony ends. You’re sitting at your desk, textbook open, pages upon pages of notes scribbled in navy-blue ink scattered around you. Your mind is racing, so preoccupied with cases and rules and hypotheticals for your criminal law exam next week, that you don’t realize your phone is buzzing until it starts pushing the sheafs of paper off your desk. You let them float to the carpet, digging through the paper to find your phone still ringing, with an unfamiliar number flashing across the screen. Frowning, you push the green button with your thumb, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hello?” you ask cautiously. 

“It’s me,” says the voice on the other end of the phone, and your stomach flips. You’d know that voice anywhere, had heard it through playground chants and study sessions and a thousand phone calls from across the ocean.  

“Oscar,” you breathe. Sitting up, you run a hand through your hair like you’re trying to make yourself presentable, even though he can’t see you. “Congratulations, superstar. Leading the WDC.” You try to keep your voice casual, but it’s a losing battle. 

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly, a little laugh spilling through your phone speakers, shaky and disbelieving. “Sorry, I know it’s late for you, and you’ve got your exam soon, but…” He pauses. Typical of Oscar, choosing his words with such precision, like everything else in his life. You’re about to open your mouth and tease him about it when he speaks again. 

“You were the only person I wanted to talk to,” he says finally, and your mouth goes dry. 

“Kept thinking about you tonight, actually. On the starting grid. When I caught Max at the first turn. When I knew I was about to win it.” He’s picking up steam now, the words pouring out of him in a way you’ve never heard. Oscar’s all pauses and careful articulation, but this is new, unrestrained. “When I crossed the line, all I wanted to do was hear your voice.”

It’s like the world goes still for a moment, only the hum of your laptop and your heartbeat pounding in your ears reminding you this is real. His words are like sparks underneath your skin, something delicate and electric threading the thousands of miles between the two of you.

You swallow, hard, realizing you’ve been silent for far too long. “Osc…”

“I know you’ve got a lot going on right now,” he interrupts, like he physically can’t hold the words back now that they’ve started spilling out. “And maybe I should’ve waited until I was back home in Melbourne with you, instead of borrowing Mark’s phone and blurting this all out at 3 AM. But I just—” he pauses abruptly, like his breath has caught in his throat. “I couldn’t shake the feeling that none of this means anything without you around.”

Something in your chest unfurls at that, and you close your eyes, pressing the phone to your ear like it will physically bring him closer. You’ve imagined this a thousand times, a thousand different ways, but none of them compare to the real thing. “Osc?” you say finally, voice unsteady. 

“Yeah?” he replies, and you can hear the nerves through the phone, the swoop of hope in his voice. Now or never. 

“I’m really, really glad you called,” you say.

The sigh that comes from the other end is pure relief. “Right, yeah, me too,” he stutters out, uncharacteristically tongue-tied, but you can hear the smile in his voice. There’s a muffled shout in the background, probably someone calling for him to drag him to the celebrations. “I should go,” he says reluctantly, and you nod before you realize he can’t see you.

“Yeah,” you echo. “Go be famous.”

He laughs, bright and open, and your heart clenches at the sound. “Can I call you later?” He pauses. “I guess tomorrow for you, actually.”

It's like you can't even remember why you were so stressed ten minutes ago. Oscar wants to call you later. You grin. “Always.”

[jaylalolz]

❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜ p2 . . . charlie mayhew

INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

PART 1

SUMMARY, after ignoring charlie for a week after the incident, he finally gets her close in the bathroom.

A/N, sorry i took way too long to make a p2. if you want a p3, leave some recommendations of what i should do for that part in my inbox bc i have no idea how to keep it going 😂 anyways, have fun reading, angels. 🪽🪽

WARNINGS, smuttyyyyy

Charlie had noticed the change immediately after their last conversation—the one where Maddy had admitted, with a tremble in her voice, that she had thought about him in ways she knew weren’t right. He had been shocked, then flattered, and finally, filled with guilt after everything. But what troubled him the most was her absence.

For a whole week, Maddy hadn’t spoken to him. She didn’t show up at mass, didn’t linger after church like she usually did. Every time he tried to reach out, she brushed him off with curt messages or avoided him entirely. She wasn’t just distant—she was actively ignoring him.

At first, Charlie tried to give her space, assuming that she needed time to process what had happened between them. But as the days passed, his concern grew. The gnawing guilt inside him—the feeling that maybe he had crossed a line, that maybe he had hurt her more than he realized—began to fester.

It wasn’t until late one evening, after most of the congregation had already left, that Charlie spotted her. Maddy, rushing down the hallway, her face flushed, disappeared into the restroom. The church was quiet, the echoes of footsteps fading, and Charlie hesitated for a moment before following her.

He knocked softly on the bathroom door. “Maddy?”

There was no response, but he heard a faint sniffle, the kind that comes after holding back tears for too long. Charlie’s heart clenched. He hesitated, not wanting to invade her space, but the sound of her pain pushed him forward.

“Maddy, please talk to me,” he said gently. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, but I can’t help you if you shut me out.”

There was a long pause, and then the door cracked open. Maddy stood there, her eyes red and puffy, but there was something hardened in her expression. She looked exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally.

“Why do you care so much, Charlie?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration and hurt. “I’m trying to keep my distance, like I’m supposed to. Isn’t that what you want?”

Charlie frowned, stepping closer. “What I want is to understand why you’ve been avoiding me. After everything we talked about, I thought we could work through this together, but you’ve been shutting me out completely.”

Maddy let out a bitter laugh, wiping at her eyes. “Work through this? Charlie, you don’t get it. I’m embarrassed. I told you something I never should have said, something unholy, we did something for which I will never be forgiven. And every time I look at you, I see the judgment in your eyes.”

Charlie’s breath caught in his throat, realizing the depth of her shame. “Maddy, no,” he said, stepping toward her, his voice softening. “There’s no judgment. I promise you that.”

“Then why does it feel like there’s a wall between us now?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Why did it feel like I crossed a line that I can’t uncross?”

Charlie closed his eyes, fighting the turmoil in his chest. He had wrestled with his own guilt all week, and now hearing hers, it was clear they were both lost in their own pain. He opened his eyes and met hers, his gaze steady.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly. “What you told me… it was honest. I do not regret what we did together, i am not ashamed of it.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for any hint of dishonesty. When she didn’t find it, she exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

“So, why does it matter so much, Charlie? Why did we both make it feel like the end of the world?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie ran a hand through his hair, taking a breath. “Because it’s hard, Maddy. It’s hard to admit that something’s there, something we both feel but can’t have. It’s hard because I want to help you through this, but I also… I’m fighting the same thoughts, the same distractions.” His confession hung in the air between them, heavy and real.

Maddy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “You mean…?”

Charlie nodded, looking down. “I’m not immune to this. But I’m trying to stay strong for both of us. And ignoring me won’t make it go away. We have to figure out how to deal with this together.”

Maddy wiped at her eyes again, this time with less urgency, as if the weight of their shared secret had lightened slightly. “I don’t know how to make it stop,” she admitted, her voice small.

“Neither do I,” Charlie said quietly. “But I can help you, Angel.”

He stepped closer to her, trapping her exit from the restroom. His fingers interlocks with her hair as he pulls a strand behind her ear and grabbed her face and pulled her closer. “Tell me you don’t regret it, please” he says eagerly as he places his forehead on hers.

“Just Let me worship you”

Her head spins from the thousands of negative possibilities but her body just wants to surrender to him.

Without kissing her, he trailed his lips up her curve and exhaled till the heat tingled sensuously across her delicate skin. She closed her eyes, sensing his hands running up her sides over her white button-up blouse. He clasped his hands over the cloth, tracing a line up her hips and down the sides of her chest before finishing at the collar of the weightless material.

He made two hard fists out of the blouse collar and tore it open causing her to gasp in shock as the shirt split open to reveal her white lacy bra.

He turned to face her and grabbed her hips once again, the moment the door was locked. Before her thoughts could register, his lips dropped hungrily to her neck and her back collided with the wall. He brushed his teeth on her flesh right away, pressing his body against her while groaning.

Her hands instinctively gripped his hips, tossing her head to one side. They kissed for a long time, his sensual lips breathing heavily into her neck in between, making her eyes drift close. He thrust forward, bringing his hips to meet hers, offering whatever kind of pleasure he could. Her hands clenched around his hips over his pants, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.His hands trailed down her nude thighs, extending to her behind to seize it above the dress. He pulls her hips against his harder.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you." He graveled.

His words cause her core to ache and she arched her back further off the wall to feel his body against her even more. He takes the motion and decides to just pick her up instead. His hand reaches behind her thighs, where he raises her and surrounds her weak legs around his hips. Her back against the wall as their hips collided, she took a deep breath at the abrupt change.Now at eye level with her, he planted a kiss on her jaw and positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him in place. She felt weak as a result of his forceful hip thrust between her legs.

She dug her hands into his hair and let out a cry through a pant. When she pulled it, he gave a grunt. He clamped down harder on her neck, and in response, she let out an uncontrollable whine.

He tightly clamped his teeth into a single area, creating such strong suction that she was certain it would leave a mark. She almost lost consciousness when she separated her lips in response to her aggressive action, arching her back. Feeling him rough on the pale skin, she reflexively jerked her hand to the back of his head. She got mild pain spikes with it, but other than that, it was enjoyable.

She pulled at the roots above his neck, and he whispered into her neck. She knew immediately that he enjoyed it when she yanked his hair. His moan provided the necessary stimulation between her legs. He drags out every motion so that she begs him to keep going.

With her bra and panties on, she arched her back, feeling the tight fit of his jeans pressing on her inner part. she could feel how hard he was becoming quickly, he was absolutely bottled up in those tight jeans. Suddenly, he sets her down on her two feet and goes on his knees. He lanced down at her stomach, licking his lower lip with his tongue before lowering his head to give her abdomen a moist kiss. Her whole body trembled at the light touch.

He reached her panties and raised his head, gazing up into her eyes all the way up her body. Grabbing the edges of her lace panties, he sits up between her legs and pulls it up off her hips and down her thighs right away. She tensed slightly as he took off the final piece of material covering her body. She raised her legs into the air and he pulled the thin material away from her ankles.

He tossed the last piece of clothing to the floor, leaving her completely vulnerable. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet. we don’t want anyone to hear you”

Just by feeling his tongue running up her center, her stomach lurched and her entire body flexed. He forced his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the cluster of nerves before she could even begin to grasp the strange sensation of his sharp tongue sliding up her slit. "Charlie-" her back curved off the wall before she could even complete her statement.

Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her eyes narrowed as she closed them.

Her hips twitched with the intensity of this wild new feeling right away. "Charlie, oh my god," she said, rolling her eyes inside her head. He maintained a death grip on her thighs, keeping them forced open to give him complete access to enjoy her in any way he pleased. She was unable to regulate her sensitivity, and it would make her body twitch.

His wet tongue rolled in the perfect place at different rhythms and at a steady pace, making her experience things She have never felt in her entire life. He just started, and she was unable to catch her breath.Her hands would be death grasping his thick hair right now if she could control them.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nose, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. With a moan, she chokes and throws back her head, putting her legs across his long back.

She wasn't prepared for the kind of pleasure he gave her when he slid his lengthy tongue inside of her and ran it down. He was an expert at what he was doing and was doing it very well. Then the knot in her stomach turned to give her trembling thighs. Before returning to her clit, which she could now feel pulsating, he slid his tongue in and out of her a few times. The pressure burning inside of her intensified as soon as he made touch with it once more.

She flinches and draws in a short breath as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the bundle of nerves. "I need it so bad.. charlie..." She could not be silent in the room; she was a mess of heavy pants. She was unable to stop herself from breathing heavily and was always accompanied by whimpers and whines that were concealed in the back of her throat.

He looks down between them, his ring and middle fingers digging deep into her. He instantly coiled and shoved them at the same moment, making her gasp. She was taken aback by the furious action. He was panting as well, so she arched her back and let out a whimper into the thick air. The two fingers he didn't have rings on, his fingers rocked into her mercilessly.

She let out a cry, tightly clenching her eyelids and contorting her hips. He coiled up and compressed his fingers, striking a sensitive area within her which she had no idea contained so many nerve endings."You're so fucking tight-" In his deep voice, he whispered.

Her legs trembled as she yelled out, “please." "Does that feel good?" He rasps into the burning air while simultaneously caressing her clit with his fingers. Shutting her eyes tightly, she gave a nod. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst; there were no words to express the feelings she was experiencing.

"Do you feel that knot in your stomach, Angel?" He whispered, reading her thoughts.

She groaned and nodded once more, her chest heaving in a need for breath. "Use your words." More forcefully, he remarks, It was so difficult to focus on anything other than the euphoric rush coursing through her blood. “Y-yes." was her stutter.

"I'm adding a third." Before striking a third finger into her, he muttered. She let out a gasp as he pushed past the line, his third finger descending in unison with the other two. She let out a cry, her back automatically arching off the wall.

"Oh my god!" The pressure between her hips immediately increased as the third finger was thrust in, causing her to cry. her body came out in another sweat, her hips suddenly having a mind of their own when they bucked.

He glanced up at her face, saw how shaken she was getting, her legs trembling with her inability to remain silent. He pulled his hand away from her clit and instead brought it up to cover her lips because she was extremely loud. When the build started to get more tense, he began to shove his three fingers deep into her.

"Everyone is right next door." He smirks.

"You can yell into my hand."

With her eyes squeezed shut, she yelled into his big palm that was placed across her mouth. Her back continued to arch off the wall as the condition grew progressively deeper. She felt as though she were on a cloud and was at a loss for words regarding what was occurring to her body.

"Cum for me baby-" He encouraged, drawing his eyes into hers. He knew she was close.

She whimpered into his fingers, her body's gears shifting like a moving train. Her thighs trembled as though she was freezing, her stomach was drawn in, and her chest pumped fiercely. She kept screaming into his palm at the crushing strain that was killing her, and his fingers kept jamming into the same area.

Her entire body was tight; she was too weak to continue in this state for very long. She let out his muffled name in a scream and then abruptly stopped moving. Everything—shaking, arching, breathing—stopped abruptly.

She undid herself on his fingers. She moans at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls away. He puts a kiss on her forehead and adds, "I knew you would be such a good girl for me." She was still trembling from what had happened, so he gently placed her clothing and underwear on her.

She slid to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. The shame she felt was suffocating, wrapping itself around her until she could barely breathe.

“Maddy,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice broken. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know why i’m crying”

Charlie was kneeling beside her before she could finish, his hands gentle as he reached for her. “Maddy, stop,” he murmured. “You don’t have to apologize”

She shook her head, tears still spilling down her cheeks. “It feels wrong, Charlie. All of this. I feel guilty for even wanting this.”

Charlie sighed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. “I know. I feel it too. But guilt isn’t going to help either of us right now. We need to be honest with ourselves about what’s happening, and we need to figure out how to move forward.”

Charlie’s thumb gently wiped away one of her tears, his touch comforting but careful.

Maddy closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, even though part of her knew they shouldn’t be this close. But in this moment, she needed the comfort, the reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this guilt. That they would find a way through it, together.

[propertyofwicked]

DIAL DRUNK - LN

summary - lando had always been her rock, her best friend whose laughter brightened her darkest days. but when she drifted away after starting a new relationship, lando was left confused and heartbroken, eventually discovering the painful truth of her struggles and the depths of his unwavering loyalty.

warnings - mention of toxic + somewhat abusive boyfriend (not lando), fighting, alcohol - happy ending (cos im not mean)

please stay safe and dont read this if any of these warnings will effect you! i will be back with a new post soon! look after yourselves <3

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lando norris had always been the light in her life, the best friend who made everything better with his infectious laughter and unwavering support. their bond was unbreakable, or so he thought. but when she started dating her new boyfriend, everything changed. she stopped answering his calls, missed their regular meet-ups, and slowly drifted away. everyone was surprised when she stopped showing up to races, or when she no longer appeared on lando’s instagram - both in pictures and the comments.

lando was confused and hurt, but he respected her decision, believing she was simply busy with her new relationship. and even if he only heard from her when she sent a text to congratulate him on a race result, he was just happy she was still supporting him from wherever she was.

the first time she hadn’t attended one of his races, he had texted her afterward, "missed you this weekend, hope everything's okay." her reply came hours later: "sorry, got caught up with something. next time for sure." but there was no next time. race after race, her absence was palpable.

the missed calls were harder to ignore. at first, she would call back with an excuse. "sorry, my phone was on silent," or "i was out with friends, lost track of time." but soon, she stopped calling back altogether. lando's messages grew more worried, but he tried to keep them light. "everything alright? feels like we haven't talked in ages." the responses were always brief, vague, and unsatisfying. "yeah, just busy. talk soon."

then came the day he saw a picture of her and her boyfriend on social media. they looked happy, but something about her smile seemed off. forced. he left a comment, something friendly and supportive, but she didn't reply. she didn't even like the comment. lando felt a knot in his stomach. something was wrong, but he didn't know what, and she wasn't letting him in.

the isolation gnawed at him. he missed their late-night conversations, the way they would laugh until their sides hurt. he missed her being the first person he called with good news, and the one who would cheer him up when things didn't go as planned. it was like a piece of his life had gone missing, and he had no idea how to get it back.

one night, after a particularly tough race, lando found himself dialling her number, despite knowing she probably wouldn't answer. the phone rang and rang, and just as he was about to hang up, she picked up. her voice was a whisper.

"lando, i can't talk right now."

"what's going on?" he asked, his voice breaking. "why are you shutting me out?"

there was a long pause. he could hear her breathing, could almost feel the weight of whatever she was struggling with.

"it's... complicated," she finally said. "i'm sorry."

"complicated how?" he pressed.

"i can't," she whispered. "i'm sorry." and then she hung up.

lando stared at his phone, feeling more lost and helpless than ever. what had happened to her? why was she pushing him away? he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, but without her willing to talk, he had no way to help her.

the texts and calls grew less frequent. she stopped liking his posts, stopped commenting on his photos. it was like she had disappeared from his life entirely. the only sign he had that she was still out there were the occasional texts after a race, short messages of congratulations that felt hollow and distant.

each time his phone buzzed with one of those messages, it was a bittersweet moment. he was glad she still cared enough to reach out, but the emptiness of her words was a constant reminder of how far apart they had drifted. he missed her more than he could put into words, and the pain of her absence was a constant ache in his chest.

he truly didn’t expect to see her that night, especially not stood at the bar of a busy club that he and max had gone to, and not stood alone.

“y/n hey!” he called out, approaching her quickly and taking her in a quick embrace as he tried desperately to ignore the way she flinches and stiffened her posture.

“hi!” she replied, smiling at him nonetheless.

“how have you been? i feel like i haven’t seen you in a while.”

“i’m ok - how are you? still reeling from your first win?” she replied again, her posture softening as the bar tender handed her a glass of white wine. again, lando tried to ignore how different this was - he’d never seen her drink anything other than a malibu coke when they went out.

“i guess you could say that,” he responded happily, though not without noticing how different she looked - the was smaller, and her natural smile was gone, replaced with this horrid fake grin he had only seen on a handful of occasions, “who are you here with?”

“oh! i came with mich-”

“michael. and you are..?”

the voice had interrupted her, and her shoulders peaked up in anxiety once more as her boyfriend stood behind her, his frame towering hers slightly. he had his hand stuck out, in attempt to greet lando as if he had no idea who he was. he did. in fact, lando was a sore spot in his and y/n’s relationship.

“lando,” he replied, though neglecting to shake his hand, “i’ll leave you to it. come say hi before you leave,” he added, before turning swiftly on his heel to re-join max and a few others of their friends who had joined.

and as his drinks kept flowing, so did his thoughts. lando’s eyes were drawn to the table she sat on, looking out of place surrounded by michael and his friends. this wasn’t the y/n he knew, but he feared this was the new her, the her who was no longer his friend, no longer the girl that would spend hours with him doing everything and nothing at the same time.

lando wasn’t quite sure how drunk he was, not until he was stumbling to and from the bathroom, his vision clouded but not enough to distract him from the fact that y/n and michael had left their booth, and yet he wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t come to say goodbye. he himself thought it best to call it a night and head back to the comfort of his flat.

but then he saw them. she was arguing with her boyfriend, tears streaming down her face as michael was yelling, his grip on her arm tight and aggressive.

"you've had a face like a slapped arse all night," he snarled, his voice low but seething with anger. "you refuse to enjoy yourself unless it's your idea. you're so selfish."

"i'm not," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "i just... i don't feel comfortable here."

"oh, really? you never feel comfortable anywhere unless you're in control," michael spat, shaking her slightly. "you ruin everything."

"that's not true," she sobbed, trying to pull away. "please, michael, just let me go."

"no, we're going to sort this out right now," he growled, his grip tightening.

lando's heart pounded with a mixture of rage and concern, quickly finding himself pushing the door to the club open, barely allowing the cold night air to engulf him before he was striding over to the couple.

"hey, let her go!" lando demanded, stepping between them.

"this is none of your business," michael sneered, not loosening his grip.

"it is when you're hurting her," lando shot back, his voice steady but eyes blazing with anger. he could see the fear in her eyes, and it broke his heart.

"lando, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "just go."

"i'm not leaving you with him," lando said firmly. "not like this."

“leave it, lando. i’m fine, i promise,” she continued shakily.

“oh yeah - defend him. as per fucking usual y/n,” michael yelled once more, letting go of his grip on her arm to push her back, the two men watching as she stumbled, almost losing her footing. lando stepped quickly, grabbing her waist softly, but enough to steady her once more.

“you ok?” he whispered to her, waiting for her to nod quickly at him then spinning around to face her boyfriend once more. before he could open his mouth to speak, michael’s fist was swiftly approaching lando’s face, to which he only missed slightly - only briefly making contact with his cheek as lando dodged the hit.

“right. so that’s how we’re playing this? cool,” lando announced, no longer trying to keep his calmness at the forefront of his mind as he raised his own fist, landing a punch square to the man’s face, driven by a protective instinct, months of pent-up frustration, and, quite potentially, the alcohol streaming through him. someone called the police, and before lando knew it, he was being pulled away, handcuffed and led to a police car.

“sir - your emergency contact is still not answering our calls - is there anyone else you’d like us to call?”

lando's heart sank, feeling like he had truly lost her.

“who did michael call as his emergency contact?” lando asked the officer, ignoring his previous question.

“we can’t disclose that information,” the officer responded with a sigh, but looked around the room quickly before adding a hushed, “it wasn’t her. if that helps.”

lando nodded at him quickly, trying to think of anyone who could come and pick him up from the station.

“try my friend max - his number should be in my phone somewhere,” lando told him to which the officer turned to go and retrieve his phone from evidence having not needed it before as he remembered y/n’s number like it was his own name. as the officer handed him his phone, he hesitated.

“listen,” he began softly, “someone who won’t even pick up the phone... are they really worth a potential assault charge?”

lando felt a surge of anger mixed with a deep sadness. “yes, she is. or at least, the version of her that i knew was worth it,” he said firmly. “she’s been through a lot. it’s not her fault.”

any rational person would not be defending someone who had ghosted them for months on end. he was overwhelmed, sad, angry - but rational? he was far from it right now.

the officer nodded, seeing the determination in lando’s eyes. “alright, i hope things work out for you both.”

“mr norris? your ride is here,” a new officer announced an hour later, handing lando a bag of his personal belongings before sending him through the door. stood face to face with max in a police station was not his idea of a nice night out.

“come on, mate. let’s get you home,” max said, smiling sadly at him as he led them to his car, “so, when’s the court date?”

“there isn’t one, luckily,” lando told him, buckling himself in and leaning into the seat in exhaustion, “injuries weren’t severe enough and he didn’t want to press charges.”

“lucky, indeed,” max hummed, “can i ask why?”

“you can ask. do i have to answer?”

“no, i guess not.”

“good.”

the car ride was silent from then on until they arrived at lando’s building, bidding each other goodbye quickly, before parting ways. lando swore the elevator was slower at 3am as he returned to his apartment, exhausted and disheartened.

as he approached his door, he saw her sitting on the door matt, her makeup ruined by tears. she looked up, eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

"lando," she choked out, standing up. lando didn't say anything at first, shocked that she was really here. he just pulled her into a tight hug, holding her as she sobbed against his chest.

"it's okay," he whispered. "i'm just glad you're here now."

they stood there for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms. finally, she pulled back, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

"i'm so sorry,” she started again, pushing through her tears, “does it hurt?” she asked him, her fingers running softly over the slight bruising that dusted his cheeks.

“oh this? this is nothing - you should see the other guy,” he joked, trying to ignore his own pain, desperate to see her smile.

“i don’t think i want to see the other guy ever again,” she replied remorsefully.

“why did you do it, y/n? why did you disappear? why did you change?”

“i-i didn’t mean to. i didn’t want to lando, really. i didn’t,” she defended, “but he would just get so jealous, so angry, any time i spoke to you, or about you. he would say things. about me. about you. things that hurt. and i just kept thinking that maybe it would get better. maybe it would stop.”

“but it didn’t,” lando added for her, trailing off slightly. she didn’t respond verbally, rather, she merely nodded at him.

“oh y/n,” he sympathised, “you should’ve said, i could’ve done something. anything.”

“i just- i thought he liked me y’know. i thought maybe after a while he’d come around. and then he would guilt me into missing your races, or delete your messages from my phone. i never meant to ignore you lan, i promise,” she sighed, tears still cascading down her face, “can you ever forgive me?"

"there's nothing to forgive," lando said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "you were in a tough situation. i'm just sorry i couldn't help you. god knows i would do anything to help you, angel."

she nodded, tears still falling, but there was a small, hopeful smile on her lips. "thank you, lando. for everything."

“come on, you want a cuppa?”

“always.”

“there she is,” he smiled at her widely, “there’s the y/n i know.”

the two shuffled inside, and lando made her a cup of tea just like old times. they talked for hours, about everything and nothing until any awkwardness from their separation dissipated into the night, until the sun began to rise. the start of a new day.

"i missed you," she whispered, her head resting on his shoulder as they sat together on the sofa, their skin illuminated by the orange tinge of sun peaking through the large windows.

"i missed you too," lando replied, gently kissing the top of her head. "and i'm never letting anything come between us again."

“tell me about miami,” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“ive already told you 3 times tonight.”

“i know, but i want to hear it again,” she whined, “i’ll never forgive myself for not being there.”

she smiled as he began to talk again, feeling safe and loved for the first time in a long while. they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's presence, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

[rashomonss]

I couldn't stop thinking about this after reading your "Readjusting" hc

Imagine that the reason MC started acting like a "proper" attendant was because Barbatos couldn't stand how improper and casual Mc was with the brothers. He decides to take her under his wing but he isn't gentle about it, not even when it becomes clear that MC is human, on the contraire, he becomes harsher with his methods until even the brothers notice. Meanwhile MC could be in the state of mind to believe that they deserve to be treated in such ways because they feel guilty over letting everyone assume they were a demon

Also think about how this treatment would affect MC relationship with Barbatos. Imagine MC slipping up in front of him and immediately tensing and starting to apologize. How scared MC would be of even the thought of doing something NB!Barbatos though them was wrong and undignified of her to do/say as the brothers attendant.

And how heartbroken OM!Barbatos would be at seeing MC be so terrified of him.

so I’m currently deep diving thru my drafts and inbox and this was from forever ago so I’m so sorry I’m only getting it done now (,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )

anyway oh. my. god.

i absolutely love this idea! the angst potential this ask has is literally to die for. i’ll be incorporating a few of my readjusting ideas as well and yeah i know nightbringer didn’t go in this direction but im going in it anyway, so i hope yall enjoy! (๑>؂•̀๑)

you’re nothing more and nothing less

You admired yourself in the mirror then stared at the reflection looking back at you. 

Sighing you gave yourself a small smile, then remembered his words before giving yourself one last look in the mirror. 

“You really do look decent when you know how to clean up.” 

An attendant is supposed to look sharp, and presentable no matter the circumstance. They are a direct representation of who they’re serving. How was a noble demon supposed to take the seven rulers of hell seriously if their attendant didn’t even know how to properly dress or present themselves? 

Your tie had to be perfectly crisp and presentable, same with the cuffs of your uniform; not a wrinkle should be present. Next, your preferred uniform bottom was ironed with no wrinkle in sight, and your shoes shined to the point you could see your reflection. Each plead and fold was sharp, crisp, and perfect.

Your hair looked presentable and you carried out your normal face routine making sure you looked awake and ready for the day. Finally, you organized your belongings and sat them by your table in a neat fashion ready to be grabbed once you headed off to RAD. 

You then made your way to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for everyone as well as coffee and tea for those who usually required it. 

As you were finishing up most of the food Beel walked into the kitchen heading straight for the fridge. “Morning MC,” he said catching his breath. 

“Good Morning Beel, how was your run? Also, your snack is on the counter so please refrain from eating anything in the fridge,” you replied, as you continued cooking. 

“Oh thank you.” he smiled while closing the fridge. As he sat at the counter watching you cook he couldn’t help but become confused at the sight. “Wasn’t it Levi’s turn to make breakfast this morning?” 

“It was but he stayed up late last night, and I had a feeling he would oversleep so I took the liberty of making it myself. Not to worry though because I have nothing against cooking for all of you” 

Beel frowned in response “Yeah but this is the third day in a row you’ve prepared breakfast and dinner” 

“Is it now? Well I have no problems with it unless the rest of you do, I am your attendant after all.”

Beel stopped eating and frowned again, “MC you’re an exchange student from the human realm. You’re back home; there’s no reason for you to still act as our attendant.”

You didn’t respond, instead you finished up the food and began to plate each brothers breakfast. Beel tried to speak again but you cut him off.

“Apologies but could you do me a favor and wake up your brothers for breakfast? I wouldn’t want them to be late for classes.”

Beel gave you a sympathetic look and nodded just before leaving the kitchen.

You did stop to think about his words though. After all everything that happened in the past didn’t need to be continued in the present, you could go back to living how you normally did before.

The only problem was that you didn’t know how to go back to that carefree lifestyle. After being on edge constantly while being stuck in the past you found yourself adapting to that lifestyle. So breaking it all of a sudden was much harder than everyone understood.

Humans are adaptable creatures, they adapt and survive to whatever environment they are thrown into, no matter the circumstances; at least that’s how he explained it.

He drilled it into your head that if you wanted to survive against the best of the best you needed to be superior in every way. It didn’t matter to him if you were a demon or human, neither was an acceptable excuse for not being absolutely perfect.

This mindset had been engraved into your soul during the small time period you were there, so for everyone to just tell you to forget about it was something you couldn’t do even if you tried. They all needed to accept that this was how you were now; and maybe with due time you’ll revert back to your old self.

Numerous voices could be heard in the dining room causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You sighed and then took a deep breath before walking into the room with everyone’s plates.

“Good morning everyone, how’s are all of you?” You asked placing plates in front of each brother at the table.

“Mornin’ MC, I’m fine how are ya?” Mammon said yawning.

“I’m good thank you for asking, but I would be even better if you fixed your tie and shirt” you smiled, placing his food in front of him.

“Dah you sound like Lucifer…” he groaned. It did work however because he buttoned up his shirt and tightened his tie before eating, to which you smiled at him in response.

“That goes for all of you as well, fix your uniforms please.” you said, placing the last plate in Lucifer’s spot. Each groaned and fixed themselves as well before they began to eat.

A laugh was then heard from the doorway which made you look up in response. The oldest then greeted you with a kiss to the cheek before sitting down.

“I see your keeping them on a tighter leash than I am.” Lucifer said looked up at you.

“Well of course. How is anyone supposed to take the seven of you seriously when you don’t even wear the uniform properly.” The room fell silent and Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Thank you MC, but you realize that you don’t have to worry about our images anymore. You know your home correct..? You don’t have to continue being our attendant.”

You sighed then spoke after a few minutes. “Thank you for your concern I appreciate it, but if you’ll excuse me I have to get the dishes clean”

“Wait you’re not having breakfast with us dear?” Asmo asked worried.

“You haven’t eaten with us at all since you came back. Come on MC, please?” Satan then said.

“I appreciate the concern but I already ate. Thank you for the offer though, I do appreciate it. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“As their attendant you should not be eating with them unless permitted on a special occasion. It’s basic etiquette as a servant to eat in the kitchen. So you will eat when I eat. Understand?”

That phrase popped in you head again and you sighed heading towards the kitchen.

. . .

The walk to RAD was normal, for you at least, the brothers were a different story entirely.

They tried engaging with you or even walking next to you but you stayed silent and walked behind them.

Normally you’d walk at the same pace and would engage in any kind of small talk but ever since you returned walks to a from RAD had been awkward for the brothers.

Barbatos never walked next to Diavolo, and he taught you to do the same with the brothers.

“You aren’t from the same status, so you should take your place behind them as a result.”

That phrase played in your head as Mammon talked to you about his latest new scheme. You realized that he was walking at the same pace you were so you slowed down ever so slight and engaged in a bit of small talk with him.

The second born frowned as he saw you retreating again, so with a sigh he finished talking and walked a bit faster to catch up with the eldest.

You could see them shorting you glances and whispering to each other but neither said a word to you.

You understood they probably weren’t a fan of this behavior either, but it’s not as if you could break it anytime soon, after all what would he think if you were acting casual with everyone again?

. . .

“Good morning MC” Barbatos spoke, smiling as he slightly waved at you.

Upon seeing him your posture straightened up and you immediately greeted him back with a wave and a nod, in the same fashion he greeted you with. You held eye contact for a brief moment then looked over towards Lucifer.

“I believe we should head out now. There’s paperwork to be done. It was lovely running into you but we’ll be on our way now” you said to the butler.

Before he even had a chance to respond you grabbed Lucifer and dragged him through the hall leaving a confused Barbatos alone in the hallway.

Lucifer tried to question you about your behavior towards the butler but you always avoided talking about it.

Diavolo tried his hand as well and you had given him the same excuse you gave Lucifer. Sighing, the two decided to talk to you over tea instead, hoping that it might calm the mood.

So you followed Lucifer into the council room where Diavolo sat, waiting with a smile. The minute you saw him you smiled back, but soon tensed when Barbatos appeared behind him.

“Sit down MC” Diavolo gestured as soon as you reached the table.

You bowed slightly and did as you were told, making sure to keep yourself in line while Barbatos was present.

Barbatos from the past despised when you were casual with Lord Diavolo and shut down your relationship with him the second he took you as an apprentice.

As Diavolo began to speak you listened attentively and sat up straight making sure to hold eye contact just as Barbatos had instructed you to do before

“MC…” he started. “I understand that it's taken you awhile to try and readjust to everything again, and while we don’t want to pester your progress we do want to talk to you about a few things.”

Were you in trouble? Your heart sank to your stomach as you gripped your uniform bottoms under the table.

“What can I help you with then?” You asked.

“Well for starters you needn’t be so tense, we’re close after all! It’s okay to let loose around us” Diavolo smiled as he gestured towards Lucifer who nodded in response.

“I thank you for your concern, and I will try to relax as you asked” you then nodded.

Your formal response tugged at a frown on Diavolo’s face. “Thank you, now then let’s enjoy some tea.” he said, trying to quickly change the subject.

You froze on the spot as Barbatos brought out the cart of tea and a few snacks. Immediately you jumped up and helped him set the table, much to everyone’s surprise.

“MC, you can leave it to me.” Barbatos said after a moment.

“I understand” you nodded yet still continued picking up the tray of snacks and placing plates in front of Lucifer and Diavolo.

After you finished you stepped behind Barbatos, almost as if you were his shadow. With a sigh he turned to you and tried to ask you to sit back down but you refused.

So instead he tried to guide you to your seat and you stepped away from him in response, the further you took a step back the closer he took a step forward. It wasn’t until you hit the snack cart had you realized how close the two of you were.

However that was short lived as the dish holding the sugar fell off the cart and shattered on the floor the moment you hit it.

Your eyes went wide in horror and you fell to the floor to clean it up in an instant, muttering to yourself silently.

“MC, are you-“

“I’m so sorry, Lord Diavolo, I'll clean this up right away. Please forgive me” you said swiftly picking up the shattered glass and trying your best to clean everything.

“It’s okay, don’t worry it was an accident” Diavolo said as he got up to make sure you were okay.

You shook your head as you went back to cleaning. You were positive Barbatos was going to kill you, he made sure to let you know if you ever messed up in Lord Diavolo’s presence.

So when his figure loomed over you your body tensed with fear as you looked up at him. However his expression didn’t match what you assumed it would’ve been.

He looked concerned and bent down to inspect your hands, hoping there wasn’t any blood due to the shards of glass from the dish.

You immediately retracted your hand when you noticed a cut and Barbatos stiffened.

“I’ll clean this up right away, excuse me” you said as you jumped to your feet and ran out of the council room, leaving three very confused and concerned demons behind.

As the door flew open when you left Solomon walked in with a bewildered look as you rushed out. “What happened? Is everything okay?” He asked as his eyes followed your figure rushing down the hall.

“It’s MC,” Lucifer sighed.

“What about them?” Solomon questioned.

“Long story short they were helping Barbatos and dropped the sugar then bolted out of the room in a panic when Barbatos grabbed their hand to see if they were okay.” Diavolo said with a sigh.

“Ah, that explains things then.” Solomon nodded. “And Barbatos I would refrain from touching or even being near MC for the time being”

“And why is that?” Barbatos questioned with a frown.

“Because MC is probably still on edge after serving alongside you in the past. Let’s just say your methods weren’t exactly…ideal, for a human.” He sighed.

His heart broke upon hearing those words. Barbatos frowned upon learning he was the reason for their rigid behavior and unwillingness to open up to him or Lord Diavolo again.

“I understand,” he sighed.

“If we just talk to MC I’m sure they’ll understand-“ Diavolo started.

“You can, but they haven’t changed their behavior with the brothers so I doubt they change it now. I’ll talk to them when I see them again” Solomon sighed.

Lucifer made a sour expression upon hearing Solomon’s words, mainly because he knew they were true. After all he had spoken to MC countless times yet nothing has changed.

Solomon handed a few papers to Diavolo who read over them in surprise. “Cocytus Hall? That place hasn’t been used in ages, and you wish to move in there?”

“Yes, well Mc and I.” He nodded. “All the paperwork should be there if you’ll allow it”

Lucifer shot the sorcerer a glare and shook his head. “Is that really necessary? That’s quite the opposite of having MC adapt back to the present”

“On the contrary I didn’t suggest this. They did, and if it's what they want I don’t mind indulging my sweet apprentice” He smiled.

The three frowned at Solomon’s words. No matter how annoyed he made them, they all agreed that he was the only one you talked to like normal.

It wasn’t fair that he was the only one that got that attention from you. After a few more minutes of going back and forth Diavolo finally approved the idea, much to Lucifer’s protests.

It was just a thought but Diavolo hoped that if he did this you would eventually come back to them, and not the you that was terrified and uptight, he missed the carefree human who could brighten up the room.

With a sigh the room fell silent as Solomon left, all three demons were running out of ideas and the longer you avoided them the more painful it had become.

How long were they supposed to stay like this? They all wondered with tense sighs.

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boyfriend!dazai who…

a/n : for my love @perfectlyjollyland who requested this ages ago but i didn’t see until recently because i only pay attention to my inbox! im so sorry ill be checking comments too next time, hope you’re well! <3

a/n : also i hope you’re okay with the pre-boyfriend/before boyfriend part, i just thought that’d be cute i love lovesick!dazai sooo much.. more boyfriend dazai under the cut!!

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pre-boyfriend!dazai who at the start asks you for a double suicide (as per usual), but when you give him the cutest smile and giggle and say no, he knows he’s too deep in now.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who becomes head over heels when he first meets you and now has a new mission, making you reciprocate those feelings.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who loves the cliches, the random ‘anonymous’ love notes on your desk when you’re at work or the random flowers delivered to your workplace/home - he loves it all.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who respects your boundaries if you were to tell him to lay off or if he was making you uncomfortable.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who finally gives up..gives up throwing hints and just decides to take his shot.

“So..say, if a handsome stranger who’s kind of not a stranger since you know him as an acquaintance asks you out because he’s given up with all of the deadpanned hints he’s been giving you for the past few months but he’s kind of scared of being rejected..what would you say?”

You stare him with a few blinks as he looks at you with a great smile on his face, although you can see subtle drops of sweat dripping down the side of his temple.

"..Is this said handsome stranger you, perchance?”

Dazai let’s out a single laugh, placing his hands on his hips.

“Ha! How bold of you, though..I am charmed your first thought of this handsome stranger would be me, bella~” He coyly smirks, closing his eyes in what you can’t tell is either pride or suspense.

You furrow your eyebrows with a little smile, fixing up your paperwork as you place them on the desk. “No, I just figured since it was you who’s been leaving such persistent and eager notes on my desk as of late.”

You watch his expression slightly change as he lets out a cough of embarrassment, locking eyes with you now.

“Well..” He starts, then gives up halfway through.

“..Is it a yes?”

pre-boyfriend!dazai who not only is taken by surprise by your response, but his heart does a few jumps in joy as his efforts became a success, making him now your boyfriend.

boyfriend!dazai who has his hand down your back pocket whenever you two are walking together.

boyfriend!dazai who’s love language is both physical touch and acts of service, always having his hands on you in the littlest way and also providing the most he can to his s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who has the reputation of being quite the flirtatious one, gives it up to his precious s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who googles cheesy and dirty pickup lines to try and rizz you with, always ending them in a winky face.

boyfriend!dazai who sends you little messages every day now that he has your number, little words of affirmations and talks to get you ready for your days.

boyfriend!dazai who if he had a tiktok account he’d make slideshows of you two and repost videos of couples relating to you two.

boyfriend!dazai who you spend all of your holidays with, especially christmas and new years.

boyfriend!dazai who practically lives at your house now, but nobody’s complaining.

boyfriend!dazai who has a box of every little thing you’ve given him, so when he’s feeling down he can look at it and smile.

boyfriend!dazai who tries to keep you away from his past, to protect you from the ugly truth.

boyfriend!dazai who opens up about oda, not all of it but most of it since he believes oda would’ve liked you.

boyfriend!dazai who takes you to the places he has the fondest memories in. the lupin bar, the art gallery, the agency.

boyfriend!dazai who appreciates the little things, as he’s not someone who can afford much he tries to give you the best he can.

boyfriend!dazai who always argues that he loves you more trying to get the last word and when you think you have it, you hear a little mumble of “I love you more” as you walk away.

boyfriend!dazai who loves your hands, tracing the lines of your palm and fingers and creating little shapes on them makes him feel at peace.

boyfriend!dazai who can be possessive but in a good way, he has good reasons to be possessive.

boyfriend!dazai who when he sees someone give you a half lidded smirk or bedroom eyes, he gives them a deadly stare that could imprint on their skull as he wraps an arm around your waist.

boyfriend!dazai who constantly babbles on about you at work with the agency, always telling Atsushi about the cutest things that you did the night before or what you did the day before that.

“Ahh..and the way they just clench their fists at their sides when they are angry with me! Ah~ I could melt..”

“That’s..really nice, Dazai-san..”

“Oh! And the way they grab my hand so tightly when we’re in public ahhh~ I could melt!”

“D-dazai-san..-“

“Ahhh, and the way the-“

boyfriend!dazai who ends up with about 14 wounds all over his body because of kunikidas beatings..kunikida says he’s lucky it wasn’t 15.

boyfriend!dazai who you take care of at his lowest.

boyfriend!dazai who sometimes can’t understand why you put up with him, but you reassure him with words and kisses all over his face.

boyfriend!dazai who peppers your face with kisses back and gives you a small smile despite how sad he can feel.

boyfriend!dazai who watches the fireworks with you and doesn’t think of going out just as beautifully because why would he let such a precious thing slip out of his hands like that?

boyfriend!dazai who doesn’t care about himself or his mental health, but cares the most about yours.

boyfriend!dazai who once felt like he was drowning, but then found his light to the surface who has a smile of diamonds and a heart of gold.

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Because I Love You

A/N: this is based off something @livelaughleclerc and I were talking about the other night. Hope you like it! Inbox is open :)

Synopsis: A movie night with your best friend changes your relationship (for the better)

It was supposed to be a simple night. A movie. Pizza. Just the two of you—like it had always been.

Until it wasn’t.

“Just pick something,” Arthur groaned, flopping back on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“You pick,” you replied, remote still hovering mid-air.

“I picked last time.”

“No, I did!” you shot back.

Arthur sat up. “You picked the *last two times*.”

“That’s because you always say *you* don’t care, so I have to.”

“Then I’m saying it now. I pick you. You choose.”

You narrowed your eyes, half annoyed and half amused. “Why is it always me?”

“Because I want you to be happy!” he exclaimed.

Your eyes widened. “That doesn’t even make sense! Why do *I* have to choose to make me happy? If you pick a movie, I’m still watching it with *you*. That’s what makes me happy!”

Arthur paused, flustered. “Well, yeah, but—”

You set the remote down. “No, come on. You’ve been doing this for *months*, always letting me decide everything. Where we eat. What we watch. Even which side of the street we walk on. Just—pick something. Anything.”

“I am picking.” He pointed at you. “I’m picking *you* to decide.”

“Why?!”

“Because I love you and I want you to be happy!”

Silence.

It was like the room itself stopped breathing. You stared at him. He stared at you.

You could hear the tick of the clock in the kitchen. The hum of the fridge. Your own heartbeat, too loud in your chest.

Arthur’s face slowly transformed from confident annoyance to horror. His mouth parted slightly as if realizing the words far too late.

You blinked. “Wait—rewind—what did you just say?!”

Arthur’s face went *scarlet*. Not pink. *Red*. Like he'd just remembered he was standing naked in front of a crowd.

His breathing turned shallow, panicked. His fingers twitched against his jeans.

“I—no, nothing. I’m sorry, I have to go, bye,” he blurted, already moving, already reaching for his keys on the counter.

“Arthur—“

But the door was open. And then it slammed.

And you were alone, clutching the remote with your heart thudding hard enough to hurt.

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The next day was radio silence.

You texted him:

**> You okay?**

No response.

You tried again that night.

**> Are we seriously not going to talk about this?**

Still nothing.

By the third day, your frustration boiled over into determination.

You walked the familiar route to his place, heart pounding, unsure if this was brave or stupid. Maybe both.

You knocked once. Twice.

The door opened slowly.

Arthur stood there, hoodie pulled over his messy hair, eyes tired. He looked like he hadn’t slept.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything.

“You said you loved me. Then ran away like a spooked deer.”

He winced. “Yeah. I was hoping you’d forget that part.”

“Well, I didn’t. So let’s talk about it.”

“I really don’t think we should—”

“Too bad.”

He stepped back, reluctantly letting you in. You crossed your arms as you turned to face him.

“You love me?”

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting your gaze. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“But you *meant* it.”

He hesitated, then finally nodded. “Yeah. I did.”

You felt something in your chest loosen—like you’d been holding your breath for years and hadn’t realized it.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because I didn’t want to ruin anything,” he said softly. “You’re my best friend. I thought if I told you, I’d lose you. But when we were arguing, and you asked why I kept picking you to decide… I just blurted it out. I panicked.”

You stepped closer. “You didn’t ruin anything, Arthur.”

He looked up at you, finally meeting your eyes. His voice was almost a whisper. “No?”

You shook your head. “No. Because… I love you too.”

His breath hitched.

“I didn’t realize it until that stupid argument, but I do. I think maybe I’ve loved you for a while and just didn’t want to mess things up either. You’re always looking out for me, making sure I’m comfortable, happy. I thought that was just how you were. But now I get it.”

Arthur swallowed hard. “You mean it?”

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile. “And I don’t want to watch movies as just friends anymore.”

His lips twitched upward, shy but full of emotion. “What about as something more?”

You stepped even closer, until your hands brushed. “Sounds perfect.”

Arthur took your hand carefully, like he wasn’t sure this was real. “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, you leaned in and kissed him first—soft and warm and a little awkward because you both smiled halfway through.

When you pulled back, he was grinning. “I was gonna pick *The Princess Bride*, by the way.”

You laughed. “I knew it. You totally have a thing for sappy romance.”

He mock-scoffed. “Only with you.”

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how they react after hurting you ┊ p1harmony (part 2)

fluff! (with a bit of angst!) ┊ gn!reader ┊ word count: 2197

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➳ Intak ┊ 황인탁

It had been like that for a whole week already. Every single day, you only saw Intak late at night, when he came back home after his never-ending schedules of the day. Sometimes, he would sit on the couch, scrolling through his phone, or he would go directly to sleep, but in any of those cases would he say a word. You understood he had a lot of work, especially now that he was preparing for another promotion season and upcoming festivals, and it wasn’t surprising that his energy was completely drained. You decided it would be better to leave him some space, only wishing him a good night quietly when you went to bed.

It has never been this bad, though. Of course he has previously gone through periods of time when he was busier with work but it never made him build such a barrier between you two. It couldn’t be healthy for a person as energetic and affectionate as Intak to be this exhausted, and not to say distant — you were starting to miss your boyfriend so badly.

One day like any other, Intak came home when you were sitting in the living room, watching TV. He put his bag aside and came to sit next to you, letting out a tired sigh as soon as his body met the comfortable couch. He had his eyes closed as you took a look at his face and bit your lip, hesitating to initiate a conversation. “Did you have dinner?”, you asked carefully. He shook his head as a response. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”, you asked again. “No, I’m not hungry”.

You stayed silent for a bit, not daring to insist. Maybe it wasn’t the best moment to address the situation properly, even though you had been thinking about expressing your concern about him for days. You let go of this idea while looking at him, visibly tired. Instead, you decided to reach for his hand, hoping some physical contact would ease the atmosphere and bring him some comfort.

Just a second after your fingers touched his, he took his hand away and stood up abruptly, almost as if he had got a shock. “I’m going to bed”, he said, not making eye-contact. Your heart broke in pieces because of his rejection and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Wait!”, your voice was louder than you intended, but you didn’t care. “What the hell is wrong with you?”. He turned around, genuinely surprised by your reaction, only to find you on the verge of tears. “I get that you’re stressed but, is it really that difficult to talk to me? I’m tired of this silent treatment and I’m tired of feeling like a burden to you”.

The next thing you knew was that Intak was wrapping his arms around you, holding you against him like his life depended on it. “Please, don’t say that,” his voice was soft against your ear. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I’m so sorry”. His sincere apology and his familiar scent finally surrounding you after so long made your tears fall silently and land on his T-shirt. You closed your eyes and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he kept caressing your back.

“I didn’t want to worry you with my issues but I ended up pushing you away. I didn’t realize I was hurting your feelings,” he continued. “Please, forgive me”. You pulled away enough to look at his face. “I forgive you. But, next time, you need to open up to me instead of holding it all in. That’s what I’m here for, you idiot”. He let out a chuckle before kissing your forehead and pulling you back into a hug. “Yes ma’am. I will”.

➳ Soul ┊ 白翔太

You were on the bus, on your way back home after a long day of work, only wanting to be surrounded by the warmth of your apartment where Shota was supposed to be waiting for you. He had just returned from the group’s overseas tour, so you had agreed on having a little cosy at-home date. He wanted to prepare a little surprise for you since you two hadn’t been able to have a proper date for the couple of months he’d been away, so he had ordered some food from your favorite place and picked a movie to watch while cuddling.

You were only one bus stop away from yours when a notification popped on your phone screen. It was from P1Harmony’s official social media account, so you unlocked your phone, suddenly curious about what it was about. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you read the post, which was announcing the group’s new tour starting next month. You shook your head, refusing to believe that. You checked again, hoping that it was only a fan account, but that wasn’t the case. You scrolled a bit more only to see the fans’ reactions to the announcement, which confirmed that the tour was in fact going to take place.

You got off the bus, millions of thoughts running through your head. You first thought about how crazy it was for the company to send the boys again on tour when they had just returned from their previous one. It hurt so much to think that you had been waiting for so long to finally have your boyfriend back only for them to send him away this soon. But then, you thought about Shota. He must have known about this, and you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t said a word to you. You felt betrayed and disappointed that he chose not to let you know, as if it had nothing to do with you. Looking for a good reason for him not to share this important information, you totally forgot he was waiting for you at home.

You unlocked the front door with tears gathering in your eyes due to the sudden and overwhelming flow of feelings, and once you entered, you heard Shota’s voice behind you. “Hi, love. How was today?”. You heard his steps, indicating he was approaching you. You turned around and he was smiling sweetly at you, but that smile faded as soon as he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”.

You didn’t answer. You let your bag fall to the ground, not caring a bit about it, and took out your phone to show him the tour announcement you saw. “Would you mind explaining this?”. Shota went pale at the sight of the post. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I…”, he tried to apologize but you cut him off. “When were you gonna tell me that you’re going away again?”, you asked in a cold tone. “I was waiting for the right moment”, he said, his voice almost a whisper. “And when is that? When you’re already on the plane?” your voice cracked. “I just got you back, Shota”, you couldn’t keep on talking, or else the tears would fall.

He took a step closer to you, starting to realize the mistake he had made, but you stepped away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, and that’s when the first tear rolled down your cheek. “I was going to, really. I just… I wanted to spend some more time with you without worrying about the distance again. I didn’t expect the announcement to be released this soon…”, he explained.

Shota reached out his hand to wipe one of your tears away and, seeing that this time you didn’t reject him, he came closer to wrap his arms around you, holding you impossibly close to him. “I’m sorry I’m leaving. But this time is not going to be for so long”. You shook your head. “It wasn’t that what bothered me. I want you to tell me this type of things. I never want to find out about stuff like this through social media again, okay?”.

“You’re right. It won’t happen again”, he promised and kept on holding you, pressing a kiss to your hair to seal the promise.

➳ Jongseob ┊ 김종섭

You’ve been insisting to Jongseob about how bad his room needed a makeover since the boys moved dorms and they didn’t have to share rooms anymore. Now, he had full freedom to choose his own furniture and decorations, although he found it kind of overwhelming. However, with your help, he had spent a couple of days buying his new items online, and they had finally arrived.

You came over to Jongseob’s place on his day off, when he had planned to rearrange his room. “I told you, you didn’t have to come,” he said as you two were taking the boxes into his room. “It’s a lot of work and it’s your free day”. “I don’t mind, really. It’s gonna be fun. Plus, I wanted to see you today”, you smiled at him and he returned the gesture, not able to hide his blush.

You placed the heavy box down, the one containing the pieces of the desk you were supposed to build. Jongseob had already taken the old desk outside, so now you had plenty of space to start figuring out how to build the new one. It was actually very entertaining to follow all the steps, even though it was taking you longer than normal due to lots of shared laughs and maybe some kisses.

To be honest, you were finding it a bit hard to do some things because, just the day before, you had gone to get your nails done — you had opted for longer nails this time, so you were still getting used to them. Jongseob laughed loudly when he saw how much you were struggling to pick a screw up from the ground, and he still had a grin on his face when he grabbed it for you. “Your claws are bothering you?”, he teased and you scoffed loudly at him. “Don’t you dare call my nails ‘claws’ ever again. They’re not that long”, you tried reaching for the screw Jongseob was holding but he kept taking it away, holding it above his head so you couldn’t grab it. “Sure they’re not”, he kept on teasing while you two laughed at your attempts to catch the screw. You literally had to get on top of him to reach the little piece of metal, not that he complained.

You finished building the new desk and now it was time to move it from the middle of the room towards the wall. It was actually heavier than you thought so it took the two of you to do it, slightly lifting each edge so it didn’t scrap the floor. It was almost there when Jongseob moved to the front to give it one last strong push, not noticing that your hand was still between the desk and the wall.

You felt an awfully intense pain coming from one of your fingers, which caused a yelp to slip from your lips. You didn’t even look at your hand, you just hugged it to your chest and fell to your knees without even noticing it. You had to close your eyes because the room was starting to spin around you. “Oh my God, are you okay?”, you felt Jongseob kneeling down beside you. You could feel his distress without even seeing his face.

You took a deep breath as you opened your eyes to take a look at your hand. One of your nails was broken in half way below the tip of your finger, but one of the edges was still attached to the remaining acrylic material. The sensitive flesh below the nail was now fully exposed, making you see stars and, to add insult to injury, it was starting to bleed like crazy.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer the question, but you didn’t need to — Jongseob was already wrapping an arm securely around your waist to help you stand back up and lead you to the bathroom. Once you were there, he carefully grabbed your injured hand to take a closer look at it. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault”, he didn’t dare to look you in the eye. “Don’t say that, it was an accident”, you reassured him as you placed your other hand on top of his.

He didn’t say anything back, he just grabbed a soft tissue to wipe away some of the blood, paying attention to your face so he would know when to stop if it was hurting you in any way. “I think it would be better if you put a band-aid around the nail so it doesn’t move. I’ll go with you to the nail tech tomorrow”, he said as he carefully put the band-aid on your finger. Then, he grabbed both of your hands and finally met your eyes. “I still feel so guilty”. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him into a hug. “I told you it’s fine. These things happen so stop overthinking”, you felt his shoulders relax a bit. “But you’re the one paying for the fixing”, you joked, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

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Astro comforting reader after a nightmare

Authors note:

Hi!! I just wanna say that I am so incredibly sorry that this is so late, my inbox was flooded with a bunch of spam so your request got drowned out by all that! Thank you so much for the compliment, I hope that u enjoy this!

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“Mmm…”

A groan left Astros mouth as his eye slowly opened.

He slowly sat up and stretched out his arms, he looked tired and annoyed. Why the heck did he of all people have to wake up in the middle of the night, couldn’t his brain just let him rest?!

Oh…whatever, it’s not like it’s hard for him to just go back to bed. He sighed as he slowly laid back down, reaching for his lo-

Wait…

“Y/n…?”

Astro whispered

He was so tired he hadn’t even noticed that you weren’t in the bed.

“Y/n!”

He had started to panic. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran out of his room to find you.

He started by looking to see if you had went back to your room.

Astro went to your door, he raised a hand out of his blanket, hesitating, before knocking quietly on it.

“Starlight…are you in there…?”

He whispered quietly, as to not wake up the other toons.

No response.

He sighed, before turning and heading to the other mains rooms. Besides him, they were the only other toons you really hung out with, surely they would know where you were at! right? right?!

Astro knocked on the door of a certain strawberry.

The door swung open and Astro was greeted by a very unhappy Sprout.

“Astro…why are you up dude…?”

“Sprout, I apologize for disturbing you but…I woke up and I couldn’t find y/n next to me, do you know where they could have gone?”

“Sorry, I don’t have a clue….hope you find them tho”

Before Astro could even say a word, Sprout had closed the door to his room and went back to bed.

“Alright…thanks…”

Astro sighed and glumly walked away from Sprouts door, heading to the other mains rooms.

“No, I haven’t, sorry”

“Don’t know don’t care”

“Sorry bud, haven’t seen em”

“Arf!”

After questioning every main and getting no answer, or even a clue, Astro had begone to panic even more.

“Where could you have gone….?” “Why were you up so late?” “Did something happen…did you get hurt?? Or taken?!”

These were all thoughts that ran through his mind as he speed walked through the sleepy halls of garden view.

Finally after what felt like hours he had found you.

You were sitting in the center of garden view, resting your back on the giant tree with your head in your arms and knees.

“Starlight..!” Astro had yelled in a whisper.

He ran over to you, happy and relieved to see you after so lo-

Wait…were you…crying…?

“Y/n…?”

You sniffled, not answering and turning your head away from him.

Astro slowly walked over to you and sat down.

“What’s wrong…?”

“Nothing…just…go back to bed…”

He sat there for a moment.

“I refuse to just leave while you’re sitting here crying…you don’t have to talk immediately, but when you’re ready, I’m here…”

His tone was soft, comforting and inviting.

After a few moments, you felt ready enough to talk to Astro.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, wiping your tears and still sniffling.

One of his arms had escaped from his cornflower blanket and draped itself around your waist.

“Ready…?”

“Mhm…”

“Good…now, what happened Starlight?”

“Nightmare…”

There was a moment of silence before a small giggle left Astros lips.

“It’s not funny…”

“I’m not laughing at you…it’s just…you coulda just came to me instead of making me go on a wild goose chase…”

You fidgeted around with your hands.

“I didn’t wanna bother you…you were sleeping so peacefully”

“Y/n, you wouldn’t be bothering me, dealing with peoples dreams is my JOB…”

You both stayed silent for a moment.

“You’re right…I’m sorry”

You leaned more into his body, laying on his chest as he wrapped more arms around your own body.

“It’s fine.”

You both stared into space for a few moments, enjoying the peace and quiet of gardenview.

You had slowly started to calm down even more, no longer sniffling and instead letting out slow peaceful breaths.

“Do you wanna tell me what the nightmare was about..?”

“It’s kinda dumb…I don’t want you to laugh at me”

“I’ve dealt with very strange nightmares, and never once have I laughed at the person having them”

Astro could see that you still seemed hesitant.

“Y’know…one time Cosmo burst into my room crying because of a dream he had where cupcakes were chasing after him, trying to eat him.”

You let out a small laugh. Astro smiled, happy to see you somewhat happy.

He continued.

“Despite how silly it sounded, I could see how much it genuinely terrified him. So I sat with him and listened, without laughing once, you could ask him if you like”

He slowly removed one of his arms from your body and placed it underneath your chin, tilting it slowly upward so that you could look at him.

“I’m not going to laugh at you, I promise, I’m not that kind of toon”

You hesitated for a moment before sighing and nodding your head.

“the dream started with me in a room, it was pitch black, I couldn’t see a thing”

“Mhm…”

“I called out to see if anyone was there, but No one would answer, so I decided to walk around and see if I could find something…someone”

“Right…”

“I did end up finding…something…”

You were silent, you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to continue.

Astro had noticed your hesitance. He gently took your hand into his, stroking the back of it in a soothing way, wanting you to feel comfortable.

“I found…you…”

Astro had paused his movements for a moment.

“Oh…?”

“Yeah…but like…it wasn’t you…”

He nodded.

“Could you explain, please…?”

You sat there for a moment and then nodded.

“You were…taller, your eyes were red and there was this black stuff all over you…maybe it was ink.”

Astro had started to look worried.

“Go on…”

“You looked really aggressive, eventually you had even started to chase me”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, you turned your head away.

“Sorry, that was a pretty dumb thing to be so afraid of”

Astro was now eerily silent, he started to look somewhat nervous.

“I’m sorry” he suddenly blurted out

You were confused. You wipes your tears and looked over at him.

“What for?”

Astro didn’t answer. He didn’t wanna talk about how your dreams were starting to get affected by his worries…his secrets. He felt guilty that you were losing sleep because of him.

“I-I’m sorry that you had to go through that…I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come and talk to me.”

He held your body closer to his.

“It’s not dumb, I would be afraid too if I saw something like that happen to you…dream or not.”

You both stayed silent yet again. A small smile appeared on your face as you wrapped your hands around Astros waist.

“Thanks for letting me talk”

“Of course.”

“….”

“How about some late night hot chocolate…?”

“That sounds nice actually”

You both let out a small laugh.

Astro let go of you and sat himself up carefully walking off of the big tree area and heading to the kitchen.

You got up as well, following his lead.

“Astro”

“Hm…?”

“…love you…”

He stopped in his tracks, before looking over at you with a small smile.

“Love you too Starlight…”

Thank you guys for reading! I hope you enjoyed the request!!

[kiwi-on-ice]

something nasty with miss moira PLEASEEEEE … preferably her receiving in some way .. it’s so hard to find moira fics with the reader giving to her 🙏

Moira O'Deorain x fem!reader

Summary: After a stressful day at the lab, your lover gets home in a foul mood. Luckily, you know just what to do to get her relaxing again.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: dom!Moira, cunnilingus, slight hair pulling, pet names

Notes: Hope this is okay sweetheart! Sorry it's on the short side, i've got loads of requests in my inbox. I'm kinda incapable of writing Moira anything other than quite dominant aha but you're right, we need to give the woman more fr.

The slam of the door reverberates around the apartment which can mean only one thing; Doctor O’Deorain has had a very bad day.

This wasn’t exactly unusual; she’d mentioned some deadlines she needed to meet from her new shady employer, and she was never one to shy away from late nights at the lab to run final tests for her work. But sometimes, the stress and the pressure of being one of the leading scientific minds in the world can get to her, irritation coursing through her veins.

In bed, you sit up a little and put your phone down as your lover enters the room. Immediately you can see the dark circles under her eyes, the way her shoulders tense and her usually styled hair lay tangled on her head. You ask if she’s alright, and you’re met with a noncommittal hum as she sits on the bed. Quickly you climb from under the covers to sit at her side, not wanting to initiate any contact too soon, in case you cause her to freeze up.

“Apologies pet, I’m just…’ she starts, before sighing. She always attempts to hide the things that bother her, always a wall around her emotions and complexities that she's built after years of letdowns and hardships.

“Stressed?” You finish her sentence for her, as she nods. You hum softly, gently resting your head against her shoulder. She gently drags her nails along your back, feeling your skin through the flimsy nightdress you were wearing.

A wave of self consciousness fills you suddenly, not wanting to be dressed so skimpily while you try and comfort her, as you slightly shield yourself with your hands. This causes a tut to escape the doctor’s mouth as she moves your arms away.

“Don’t hide bunny.” She chastises.

“Sorry…it’s just you’re-“

“And you think your sweet looks don’t make me feel better?” She interrupts, her hand coming to your waist. You can’t help but flush, relief washing through you. But also a sense of pride…that only you can help her, with your body and your personality. Breaking down the doctor’s walls so you can crawl your way into her life and soul.

But you want to do more, want to really help her and soothe her ails after such a bad day…and when she teasingly grips your hip, a plan is set in motion.

“I can really make you feel better.” You suggest, looking up at her with the most faux innocent eyes you can manage.

She smirks in response, raising an eyebrow a little. “Oh can you?”

You nod, before sliding off the bed and kneeling between her legs. Glancing up, you swear you can see the older woman’s breath catch as she observes you kneeling so sweetly. She caresses your hair, causing you to let out a satisfied hum.

“Let me help you…make you feel better.” You say gently, your hands gently stroking her thighs. With a soft grunt she nods, tugging your hair tenderly.

Nimble fingers start to undo her black trousers, pulling the zip and tugging them down her slender legs. Swallowing your excitement, you gently kiss along her thighs, working your way upwards.

“Don’t tease pet.” She grunts, clearly her desperation for release getting the better of her as she tugs your hair again. You relent, not before giving a teasing kiss to her clothed cunt over her boxer briefs, licking gently and causing her breath to stutter.

Not wanting to aggravate her further, you pull down her underwear to fully reveal her to your hungry eyes. Glancing up, you keep eyecontact as you softly lick a stripe upwards. You’re rewarded with a soft noise, one unfamiliar to your ears from Moira which causes your confidence to surge. You lick a few broad strokes a few times before moaning into her.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me bunny…” she praises, her words more gentle than the usual condescending tone she usually utilises in the bedroom. “So sweet.”

You keen under her praise, your tongue circling her clit. Eyes fluttering closed, you surrender yourself to the headspace of pleasuring her, soft noises escaping your throat. Instinctively your hands go to hold her thighs, until she moves them in a silent command to have them behind your back. Knowing she likes how submissive it makes you look, you lace your fingers behind you as you devour her cunt like a woman starved.

Feeling her taste on your tongue only spurs you on more and more, making soft whimpers against her sensitive areas. Her decayed hand grips your hair, the callous skin causing a shiver to dance from your scalp down your spine. She holds you in place, your tongue flicking her clit with a precision that comes with being hers for a while now.

"That's it, don't you dare stop." she says, her shaky tone betraying how affected she is.

You wouldn't dream of stopping, moving your head from side to side to ensure you taste every bit of your lover. She holds your hair in a type of makeshift ponytail, bucking her hips into your mouth.

"Yes, coinín maith..." she lets out a soft moan, causing your own cunt to throb at her noises. Letting her use you never fails to make you horny for more, more of her. But it also never fails to make the doctor feel powerful, having such a good girl on her knees, ready to serve. It gives Moira a power rush like no other, the intense pleasure your tongue provides being a very good bonus.

Another moan escapes you as you can sense her getting close, her thighs tightening around your head. Flicking your tongue in firm, precise strokes, you almost groan in pain as her nails dig in to your scalp. But you don't pull away, don't stop. You just keep tasting her.

Finally, she finishes in your mouth with a low groan, her body relaxing. You climb up off the hard floor and join her on your bed, glancing at her as she comes down from her high. Shoulders visibly untensing, muscles relaxing, and almost a slight smile tracing her lips as she hooks an arm around you to bring you close to her chest.

"Thank you love." she whispers quietly, the term of endearment not lost on you as you feel your cheeks warm.

"Are you feeling a bit better?" you ask hopefully, shifting to look up at her; almost like a worshipper of a deity.

She answers with a curt nod, her nails still tracing your scalp. "Yes bunny, although..."

Before you can register what's going on, she has you on your back. "I think a second round may be in order."

[delespresso]

CAN'T SLEEP ━━ Nick Torres x fem!reader (requested)

author's note; kinda short but also my first time writing for nick! a little different style but i hope you liked it :)) also, very sorry for the late posting and response to requests. i started college and it's been kicking my ass. i finally found a bit of time to write something and just started going thru my inboxes. again, so sorry!!

prompts; “without you, i can't sleep” from after hours

summary; nick was usually alright with being alone, until he found her

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Nick Torres had spent years deep undercover. When he returned to Washington and got a spot in a real team, something more stable and permanent, it took a while to get used to.

He was always on the go. Hardly having any time to process anything for himself other than for a mission. So his life was alone. He'd never felt quite lonely, it was just a process to him.

Until he had a taste of having someone that brought back the joy of dancing, of late night movie runs, of mundane grocery shopping.

It wasn't what he'd expected when they had a new forensic analyst on their team. And he never thought much into it.

It was when she'd started coming over. It started because she needed a place to stay when her apartment was closed off due to some sort of gas leak. Then it became a few movie nights where she'd stay over because they fell asleep on the couch together.

Those nights always ended up with him waking up in the morning with her cuddled up in his arms. Like a natural gravitational pull where somehow, he didn't kick her off in his sleep. The sleepovers became frequent, but it was completely innocent. For once, he had someone sleeping with him without having had sex beforehand.

And by God, it was surprisingly nice.

When she stopped coming over for two weeks, it felt too quiet. He realised he hated it — even if the nights they spent together were typically on his couch by accident. But he couldn't quite sleep in his bed when she wasn't around either.

So on a whim, he decided to go downstairs to the lab at the office to find her. He even had a box of donuts in hand — as if it were a bribe of some sort as he started calling out for her. Her usual playlist was playing in the background, some upbeat pop that she never stopped playing.

“Hi!”

She popped out of nowhere, taking off her glasses and setting down the glue gun in hand. He raised his brows as he looked at her, amused by her typical random behaviour.

“Hey you. What's falling apart this time?” He mused as he joined her at her station.

She only clicked her tongue, waving him off.

“I'm building a shelf.”

“With a hot glue gun?” He questioned as he held up the mentioned equipment.

“Shut up. Why are you here?”

It waa just like her to switch the topic so easily. Nick couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes surprisingly and unknowingly fond as he looked at her.

“Brought you donuts,” he said as he nudged the box in her direction.

The way she easily perked up at that made his heart flutter like a little schoolboy.

“And I wanted to ask if you wanted to come binge watch something stupid again,” he added.

She glanced up at him, leaning her hip against her station as she raised her brows in question. It had been a while since their last movie night. They'd both gotten a little busy.

“What movie?”

“Whatever you want.”

The way she smiled was enough to tell him her answer. And definitely enough to send his heart into overdrive.

They left work together that evening, going over to his place where they had pizza delivered and the movie was put on. She'd chosen to watch Twilight — and he secretly enjoyed it. Even if he'd never admit it to her.

Somewhere through the second movie, she'd inched closer to him. Her head fell against his shoulder as his arm naturally moved to wrap around her.

It was comfortable. It was perfect, really. Nick turned his head a little, enough to nuzzle the top of her head.

“You should come over more often,” he muttered against her hair.

She hummed, a little sleepy by now but still coherent enough to ask why.

“Guess you're my sleeping pill,” he replied quietly, as they ended falling asleep snuggled up on his couch again.

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[daisyvisions]

No One Else - (k.s)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: CEO!Sunwoo x Fem! Reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: In which you see a completely different side of your boss that you’ve never seen before… making you like it more than you should.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.1K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), possessive / aggressive sex, unprotected sex (be safe irl!), sir kink?, fingering, a very jealous sunwoo, kinda dom! sunwoo if you think about it, slight choking, creampie (yes another one because it’s fiction and I call the shots), pet name (sweetheart). Not proofread

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: this ask was in my inbox for months and I've finally gotten around to it. To the person that requested it I’m so sorry for the late response but hope you like it! And yes… the recent pic of Sunwoo inspired me to finally sit down and write it out 🥴

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

The moment you saw his intense gaze from across the room, you already knew just how much in trouble you were in. For what? You were unsure. You followed him back into his office, none of you saying a word to the other. You hear him lock the door as soon as you enter, your heart racing out of fear of the unknown.

You never did anything wrong during work. In fact, Sunwoo always praised you for being so diligent and responsible. Even other workers have said you were probably his best secretary by far. Ever since you entered the workplace not once has he had an episode.

But this? You’ve never seen his eyes ooze out that much anger. You were too afraid to even take a quick glance at him.

“Looks like you were having lots of fun back there…”

His deep emotionless voice catching your attention as you turn around to face him, your eyes still glued to the floor. His dark aura making him appear to be a different person at this moment.

“I-I was having fun… celebrating our company’s recent success of course…” you reply with a very soft voice, almost too inaudible to hear.

“Was having fun flirting with Juyeon?” you suddenly look up at him, his eyes staring right through your soul as he leans against the door with his arms crossing his chest.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“I asked you a question.”

“I wasn’t flirting with hi-”

“Then why was his hand resting on your lower back?” Sunwoo pushes himself off to walk towards you, making you walk backwards till the back of your thighs hit the edge of his desk.

He immediately grabs your jaw with a firm grip, not too rough but just enough to keep your attention on him. Your hands instinctively rest on his chest, keeping a small distance between your bodies.

“Did you like being near him? Did you like the way he touched you?”

“N-no. I thought he was just being friendly-”

“I told you to keep him company, but I didn’t tell you to get that close to him…” his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment before looking back at you. You notice this small action and it makes your heart beat more than it should.

You shouldn’t be turned on by this at all! But then again… you’ve always wondered what those lips would feel against yours.

“Do you know why I’m upset?” you shake your head in response.

“Answer properly sweetheart…” his hand lightly squeezing your cheeks as his other hand grabs your hip pulling you closer to him.

“N-no sir…” you feel his breath lightly fanning over your lips, the smell of his cologne making you feel more intoxicated than the alcohol in your system. He lowers his head to whisper in your ear, his lips touching your earlobe,

“He was touching what was mine…”

“Wha-” you gasp before you could even process what he had just said, Sunwoo kisses the space behind your ear with his plump lips. Hot kisses trailing down your neck as his hands roam down your body, fingertips grazing the globes of your ass before giving them a hard squeeze.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he continues to litter your neck with kisses. The small whimpers that spill from your mouth make him growl, the rumble of his voice making your core throb.

You’ve never seen this side of him before… and you were starting to like it a lot.

Suddenly, his hand snakes its way under your skirt, cupping your clothed mound. He smirks against your neck as he feels the pool of heat against his palm. He pulls his head back from your neck and smashes his lips against yours, wasting no time by shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

His lips feel like heaven despite kissing you aggressively, making you moan into his mouth as his fingers start circling your bud. His skilled fingers were quick enough to hook to the side of your panties and pull them to the side, giving him better access to rub the tips of his fingers on your exposed clit.

“So fucking wet for me already? God you’re perfect” he groans against your mouth.

“Y-yes sir…” You respond. With the way he’s moving his fingers between your folds you’re sure you can cum any second from now. But he suddenly stops, making you whine from the loss of contact. He grabs the edges of your dress and pulls them up to your waist.

“Up-” he commands, and you follow without hesitation. Hopping onto the edge of his desk and spread your legs apart for him. Too caught up with the sight before him, he unzips his slacks and pulls out his cock from his boxers, unbothered to even unbuckle his belt.

As he pulls your panties to the side, he rubs the tip of his cock up and down between your folds. Your hips slightly jolt at the sensation of his tip rubbing against your clit.

As soon as he’s finished teasing you for a moment, he pushes his member all the way inside you with ease. You both moan at the fullness of him inside your velvety walls.

He almost fully pulls out before slamming his cock back inside you, repeating this movement until he quickens the pace. Pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.

You balance yourself by holding onto his shoulders as he leans his hands on the table to fuck deeper into you. The sound of the desk creaking every time he bottoms out.

"Can anyone else make you feel this good?" he growls in your ear.

“N-no sir. Only you-” you let out a pornographic moan as you feel his tip nudge that sweet spot inside you that no one has ever reached before, not even your own fingers.

“Good. Only I get to make you feel good, got it? Only I can fuck you this good-” he replies as his thrusts become harder.

“Please sir-” you beg, not really sure what exactly you’re asking him at this moment. His hands grips your throat, making your eyes roll back from the pleasure. You feel your high fast approaching any moment from now.

He grunts before sending a very strong thrust into you, making you see nothing but white as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your walls clenching hard around his cock that he also reaches his own high, hot fluid filling you up as you’re still stuck in a daze.

As soon as you both come down from your highs, you both feel a shift in the atmosphere, knowing that from this point on your relationship will be different now. He lowers his head once more, making sure his lips are pressed against your ear,

“Mine. All mine.”

[gunclaw]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐘

" so, you're tellin' me you took a liking to one of your clients and took him back to yours for a little extra ‘product’ ?! "

𒄬࣪݁ ˖ geto suguru x dealer!reader

contents. smut with some plot, no sex just eating out (hottest thing a man can do), petname (doll), mention of drugs, use of drugs, not proofread, eng isn’t my first language, bit of fluff here and there ✧ w.count 1.1k

a/n sorry this was a late post, i've been holding it for sooo long because writing smut is not easy for me. anyways, this was the most requested on my poll, requests are still open in my inbox !

also in the story i was supposed to mention that c.meth increases your sex drive buuuttt i forgot so..

+ i appreciate any reblogs and likes 💛

THE TRADE-OFF | 2:09PM

ᡴ੭ your apartment was only could only be so 'big', cramping you up, object between object along your boxes of carts. it was a mess, clothes everywhere and probably even some specs of white powder from previous clients. i mean who could blame you? you were only trying to juggle between a job and studies; to which you barely cared for anyway.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your parents would be disappointed, sighing at the sight of your marks in contrast to the others in your batch. they wouldn't say anything specific — no — they would just ask how were doing, if something was distracting you; and something was. when you got into the business, it was only out of necessity, money was running low; now you do it out of habit, running back to the drugs you produced to test and sell.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀test and sell. that's all you had to do. no need to interact with your buyers, no need to give them more than what they ask for, - who is that benefitting? - and definitely no need to be staring at them longer than demanded. you hadn't meant to do it on purpose; gripping the pack while you stared at that loose string of hair in front of his face. where had this man been hiding?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"uh, sorry was that not enough?" he awkwardly pointed accordingly to the couple tens in your hand, still tugging at the plastic bag of crystal. "miss?" he leaned closer, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you were clearly trapped in. it took you a couple blinks, but you were out — finally — and gave him the drugs in exchange for sixty (even though it costs well over a hundred, especially since it was c.meth).

⠀⠀⠀⠀he waved goodbye, saving you from that god awful embarrassing encounter. you often forgot what was considered a good time to speak, this post-shame event certainly not being one of them. "I've got more back at my place," your finger leads behind you, unreliably locating your dorm, "its on the house."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"can't deny a smoke with a pretty lady," he turned back and smiled slightly, trailing behind as you walked (desperately trying to brush of the fact that he just complimented you). the whole time you two followed the rough concrete pathway towards your dorm, it was silent. "ah, you aren't trying to kill me are you?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀you shook your hands, as well as your head, denying his (obviously sarcastic) joke, "n-no! i would never.. uhm." in response, he only chuckled, looking at the way that comment strung you nervous. nearing your dorm, you had realised how messy you left it; you were sure that if the guy stepped inside, he would only be met with cups and dishes in every corner of the room, — and what's worse — was how hot the guy was. in an attempt to distract him, you overloaded the poor guy with questions.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"what's your name?"

"suguru."

"uh huh, first or last?"

"first."

"what's your last?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"geto- what exactly are you trying to do?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀finally getting a hold of the glass structure, designed for the crystal, underneath a pile of untouched textbooks, you threw one in his hand and continued searching for the other. "aha!" your hand shot up, clutching the twin bowl pipe, unaware of how much of a loser you looked (especially with the checkered pattern lied across your unbuttoned shirt; acting as a jacket)

PAYMENT | 6:27PM

how long had you two been wasting away on your thrifted couch? how long was this going to last? you examined his every move: following those sleepy eyes when he made even the smallest remark about your looks. he laughed, smoke dragging out his mouth. fuck, he was hot. at this point, you didn't know if it was the drugs talking or if was just, you. "sooo, how are you going to repay me?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀what was that? a fucking joke (not a good one definitely)? "thought it was on the house, doll," he took another hit — this time from your own pipe — as you palmed your forehead, "why? you looking for something else?" he blew the smoke onto the crevice between your head and shoulder. it was definitely the drugs talking. his tongue reached your neck, sending a cold shiver down your body while he lapped and sucked.

⠀⠀⠀⠀his body shifted on closer, the smell of his musk, vanilla cologne emitting from his hair. imagine how devastated your parents would be if they found out your time to time 'hobby' led to this? he was gentle with you, caressing your jaw while you felt his own creeping down your body. his unoccupied hand took out the tie in his hair, letting down the manbun that drove you crazy in the first place.

⠀⠀⠀⠀this wasn't like those wild-going porn scenes you would see online, no this was far, far more intimate (at least in your eyes). What was it about the way he touched you? Was it how confident he was; expertly navigating his way down your body? He had you clawing at his scalp, mouth crossing against your warm skin as he unbuttoned those nerdy, skinny jeans of yours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he knelt on the carpeted floor, flashing you a comforting smile and staring up and down between your face and soaked panties, before pulling your sense of cover down. at some point when you closed your eyes or when he smiled, his lips started placing small kisses around your cunt; making you fully unravel, contorting your face at the feeling. it didn't help when he drew in your clit and soon, started dipping inside you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"mhh.. want you suguru"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"no doll, this is only for you. not me" he mumbled, sending vibrations to your bundle of nerves. you tried to close your thighs at the sudden sensitivity, but his hands kept them open; the tip of his fingers digging into the fat of your cutis. geto wasn't the type of man to study bills and divide it with you to the dollar, you could tell he would look after you; spoiling you rotten and finishing it off with something like this.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he was driven inside, his tongue pushing against the rigid but gummy walls of your pussy until he finally found your sweet spot. the way you arched towards him was a pointer, or maybe it was when he felt how you clenched around him. he curled his tongue, shoving it deeper each time he writhed inside you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀oh my god. "f-fuck geto!" you had made an effort to push his forehead back and (fortunately) failed. his lips were glued to you, sweat from his cheeks accumulating and sticking to your legs. uncontrolled moans were escaping your throat as he pressed firmly against your g-spot and executing that last straw. you had been far gone from him; shaking as you released on his palate.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"you alright?" for some reason, there weren't any lewd thoughts in your mind. it was ust him and the way he made you feel so good. you came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the drugs, and that you has been absolutely infatuated with your client, suguru geto.

[crimsonxcloverr]

This might be different than what you usually write but maybe a one shot of y/n telling Dale you’re pregnant?

70s!dale x preg!reader

NO WARNING! SFW! reader and dale get into a little argument + cussing, but nothing crazy!!

word count- 723

a/n- i love this idea so much :’)) i definitely wish this was longer, but this is something i wanna write about again!! if you guys are interested, just send a request in my inbox!! and i chose 70s dale just to be logical! i know men can have kids in their late fifties, but for some reason people think dale’s sterile.

BABY KOBBLE

you watch as dale fluffs his curls, your heart pounding and your nerves sky rocketing. ruth had gotten you a pregnancy test a few weeks ago and you were at the point where you had a bump, but you blamed it on bloating. it was only a matter of time until dale started questioning you.

“when will you be home?” you ask softly as you stand there in your nightgown, dale looking at you through his vanity mirror.

“not sure, angel baby. you keep asking me this and i keep giving you the same answer.”

“and i need you home more often.”

“you don’t need anything from me for fuck’s sake,” he mumbles under his breath. “i’m really tired of this being a constant conversation with you, y/n. this is what i do for a living.”

“and i’m tired of staying up until one in the morning waiting for you to come home,” you snap as dale grabs his jacket and heads upstairs. “i miss you.”

“jesus christ, you act like im a shitty fucking boyfriend or something,” dale scoffs as he opens the door and heads outside. “what the fuck are you doing?” he looks back as you follow him, barefoot and no coat in the middle of january.

“i’m trying to fucking talk to you, asshole!”

“and i’m trying to get to my gig before you make me fucking late!”

there was a moment of silence as you watch him walk to the car shed. you walk towards him and shiver, your feet killing you.

dale looks at you as he opens the car door, shaking his head at how ridiculous and stubborn you are. “go inside,” his tone stern and authoritative. “you’re gonna get sick.”

he starts to get in and before he closes the door fully, you finally get the confidence to tell him.

“i’m pregnant.”

you stand there waiting for a response, for something, but it’s just silent aside from his car idling.

“did you hear me, daley? i’m pregnant.”

tears are running down your cheeks and the sound of your voice cracking breaks dale’s heart. he stares off into the distance and feels like his entire life just crumbled to his feet. he wasn’t ready for kids and never wanted to be a father in the first place. he knew his glamrock days were over anyways, but the thought of bringing a child into this world while doing such heinous things made his guts turn in disgust.

“yeah. i heard.”

you stand there freezing and he gets out of the car and walks towards you. you knew how he felt about babies and not wanting any, and the guilt was eating at you. he wraps his jacket around you and picks you up, putting you on the hood of the caprice as you sob.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you sob repeatedly, his hands cupping your face.

“shh, stop, stop, stop. you’re gonna throw up everywhere, you goofball. relax for two damn seconds.”

he squeezes you in a tight hug and looks up at the night sky, tears blurring his vision at the thought of being a father. he sighs and pulls away, getting a good look at your face.

“i’m gonna be a daddy, huh?” he chuckles wiping your tears. “my sweet little angel. it’s gonna be okay, we’ll figure this out. now let’s go inside before you freeze out here.”

“what about your gig?” you ask sniffling as he guides you inside and downstairs, his hand on your lower back.

“don’t even worry about it.”

he takes his jacket from you and hangs it up before sitting down in his chair. he sighs and places both hands on your little bump.

“so, this isn’t period bloat? you little liar,” he chuckles rubbing your tummy, your fingers running through his hair. “god you’re freezing.” he takes your hands in his and tries to warm you up.

“i didn’t know how else to tell you, i was worried.”

dale lifts your nightgown and places gentle kisses on your skin, rubbing your tummy again and talking to the baby.

“tell mommy to stop stressing and we’ll figure it out,” he whispers to the baby while making fun of you.

“shut up, kobble,” you giggle, dale chuckling with you as he gets up and gives you a giant smooch.

[creampill]

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It was a sleepy sort of autumn afternoon, the kind with a drowsy, half-set sun, where the fallen leaves lay in multicolour blankets for the forest critters to tuck themselves into. Cool, but not cold, the smell of dew on the gentle breeze.

You’d been out for a little under half an hour, on a leisurely pace through the winding dirt paths. The man behind you follows you patiently despite your significant difference in stride- one of his could easily eclipse you, but he keeps his steps small. König knew to give you space.

He could feel it, almost taste it downwind as he watched your curls bounce with each step. Stress. It wasn't uncommon for him to notice on you, unfortunately. Tucked between the tension of your shoulders, always supporting some infinite weight.

The walk was his idea, of course. He’d said something about needing fresh air after a stuffy day spent inside on reports, gently urged your company. He’d felt fondness when you nodded; and sympathy when he’d heard the tired sigh you’d tried to swallow.

“It’s… nice out.” König murmured. Wanting to fill the silence with something other than the crunching of boots on auburn leaves, hoping to coax some of that tension out.

You hummed softly in response, noncommittal, only half listening. There’s a mass in your mind, the heavy weight of thoughts that moved through your steps and outwards, an aura of tension. Subtle, of course, well-honed to be hidden. But only so much could be kept.

König was never the best at talking. Feeling, he could do, sensing. He could pinpoint the presence of a feeling, but from there, things got muddy. So he did the thing he did know how to do. He watched. Presence steady, patient.

That weight was heavy to carry. Too much for one person, mounting with every second you held it. And König knew it wasn’t long until you crumbled.

Eyes glazed over, seeing but not comprehending, you missed the gnarled branch outstretched from a nearby tree. Your foot collided with it- you squawk, stumble, catching the fall with your knee and hands, heavy impact shattering the peaceful autumn landscape.

König is at your side in an instant, kneeling to your level, eyes wide, “Fog! Are you okay?”

You closed your eyes, wincing. The pain was sharp- minor, an annoyance, but stinging with frustration. There was something angry bubbling below your chest, but you held it in with wavering calm. “I’m alright.”

“Are you sure?” He’s fussing, of course- always seemed to be extra alert around you. “If you need to go back, we can-“

“I’m fine.” The word comes out firm, too firm, your teeth grit. That frustration unravels, pushing every word out of you, a tipping point, “it’s just a scrape. I’m fine, okay? It’s not that serious.”

A moment too late, you hear the venom in your voice. You fall silent.

Against the dirt, you curled your legs up. Silently, König sat down next to you, long legs unfurling beside yours.

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me,” you started.

“It’s alright.” He said softly. “You’re alright.”

You said nothing, lest the knot in your throat came up through your words, twisted them into sobs.

“…can I see?” König murmured eventually, looking down at your palms. The scrapes were red, angry, taunting almost.

You nodded, offering your hands out. You didn’t look when he grabbed them, rough hands passing over yours, calluses against calluses. His hands were warm.

A tiredness passes over you. Bone-deep, an exhaustion without a proper name. A mass of emotions writhes beneath the surface, anger, frustration, sadness, fear. Fear of what König may think when they finally come up.

He looked up at you, eyes soft. No malice, a simple understanding. A look that says, I don’t mind. A look that says you can breathe.

And in that picturesque autumn landscape, you breathe. Slow, steady, taking in the sunlight that dapples over your face, lights your eyes up golden in a way König can’t help but smile at.

He breathed with you, matching your rhythm. He would wait for you. Always.

[something-tofightfor]

Fool's Gold 3: Walkin' With Stones To Weigh Us Down

Pairing: Pirate Oberyn Martell x Female Reader (with a twist)

Rating: M for now - but that will change later.

Word Count: 11,310 (I'm sorry it's a big one.)

Summary: When your memories begin to trickle back in, your connection to Daavos deepens as you share information. You learn even more after arriving in Tyrosh, but an unexpected encounter may just change everything.

Author's Note: I love this story, and I love trying to give enough away without giving anything away, if that makes sense. Thank you so much for reading - and for being open to this interpreatation of the character(s).

If you want to talk about this story (or any of my others) please feel free to pop into my inbox or DMs!

Chapter title comes from "The World Breathes With Me" by Caligula's Horse.

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You successfully avoided him for the entire following day. 

It was cowardly of you - and you knew it. Nothing had happened - you’d stopped the kiss before it could start, had told him where you stood and what you thought of taking things further between the two of you. Daavos’ response to your words and your hesitation were admirable, and you knew that you had a lot to be grateful for. 

He hadn’t forced himself on you. He hadn’t pushed you to continue after your initial no. He’d treated you with respect that night and the entire time you’d known him. 

And if you were being honest, the almost kiss had been your fault. 

You’d stayed in his arms and gripped his shirt. You’d been the one to let your gaze drop to his mouth. You’d let yourself get caught up in him and his kindness, and had only recovered your senses at the last minute. 

But knowing - and admitting - that what had almost happened was wrong was only part of the problem. 

The other half of it was that the knowledge did little to dampen the attraction you felt for him. You knew that you couldn’t act on it, but it filled you with shame that all you could think about when you recalled the moments shared in the hallway with him was how firm and warm his chest was beneath your hands, and how, despite what he’d told you about his waiting wife, he’d seemed more disappointed than you before walking away. 

It didn’t matter, though. Despite the fact that you didn’t know anything about your own past, you knew that you didn’t want to begin your new life in such a dishonorable way. You couldn’t control Daavos’ actions … but you could handle your own. 

At dusk, you couldn’t put off leaving the room any longer. After visiting the washroom and then the galley for a late dinner, you headed up to the deck, just in time to watch the crew partially furl the sails for nightfall. 

They moved with a practiced ease, and from your position on one of the plush lounge chairs that you assumed were leftover from Prince Oberyn’s use of the ship, you had a perfect vantage point throughout the process. 

“You seem to enjoy watching this.” The voice came from behind you, and without looking away from the sails, you answered. 

“Very much. I like the routine.” Smiling as two of the crew members secured the bunched fabric in place, you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s too bad that I may only have a few more days of viewing it.” 

He didn’t reply, but you weren’t surprised when Daavos took a seat the end of the chair you were on, his hip next to one of your feet. You kept looking up until both men began to scurry down the masts, and then you finally looked at him. 

He was wearing a different shirt - that one a dark brown, though it had golden embroidery on the collar and down the center of the front. Daavos’ hair was also styled - or at least it looked styled, the curls damp and pushed away from his forehead. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He repositioned his shoulders, sighing out a quiet breath. “That is not necessary.” 

“This isn’t a small ship, but even here, I couldn’t avoid you forever.” Linking your fingers together, you met his eyes. “You are a temptation, Daavos. My own situation makes it feel proper to remove myself from your presence, but yours? Yours makes it absolutely necessary to keep my distance.” 

“I tempt you?” He grinned at you, tilting his head to the side. “Maybe your head wound also stole your good sense, otherwise a lady like yourself would have no interest in a pirate like me.” It made you smile. You knew that he was teasing, and that his attitude was somewhat improper, but it was better than the distance you’d convinced yourself would exist throughout the earlier hours of the day. And it’s harmless. We’re just talking. 

“Not all of it. I stopped you from kissing me last night, didn’t I?” 

“You did.” He ducked his head. “But I was not lying when I said that there are things you didn’t know about me. And I wouldn’t expect you to, after so few days here on this ship.” He gestured to the ship with one hand, the golden ring on his thumb catching the light. “All I ask is that you not judge my actions yet.” His request made no sense. He was keeping something from you, which was clear, but what that was was unknown. “We should reach Tyrosh tomorrow evening. The winds were kind today, and we traveled much further than I thought possible.” 

“Oh.” It slipped out before you could stop yourself, your disappointed tone unmistakable. You recovered quickly, nodding as you met his gaze. “So it looks like you might get your room back a few days sooner than -”

“You do not have to leave.” He inched closer, unblinking. “And we may not find anything out in Tyrosh. There are many different -”

“If I have a family, I have to leave, Daavos. I wouldn’t want them to think that I … didn’t survive the sinking of my ship. Wouldn’t you want to know if you were them?” 

“I would.” He nodded, pushing his lower lip out in thought. “I was just reminding you that going ashore doesn’t mean that your time with me … with us has to end.” Even if it was an unintentional slip, you heard that he meant the words, and for the first time, you actually let yourself entertain the thought that it might be possible to remain with Daavos and the crew for a little longer. Would I want that? 

“Your generosity and hospitality are unmatched, Captain.” Bowing your head briefly, you smiled back at him. “Maybe once back onshore, I’ll write your story down somewhere so that the history books are sure to remember -”

“Who says I’m not already in those history books?” He reached up, dragging his fingers through his hair. “You’d heard of me, right?” That made you laugh, the man joining you moments later. 

As you laughed together in the gathering darkness, a flash of a memory came back to you. 

You were sitting outside with a green-eyed man and a dark haired woman, the three of you sharing a meal under a fragrant arch of flowers. The air was warm, and you could smell the sea - though it was out of sight. They were holding hands between bites, the woman’s gaze soothing as she watched you eat slowly. 

“It will not be so different from Braavos. We will miss you, of course, but Oldtown is a beautiful city, full of history. And your husband will surely keep you -”

“But I don’t want to go. I know exactly who Lord Perle is.” You pushed your plate away and sat up straight. “You made this decision for me, because your shipping routes have been compromised and you’ve lost more than you can -”

“It is your duty.” The man stood, pulling his hand free from the woman’s. “As our daughter, it is your duty to do what is best to secure the future of the family.” 

“Find someone here.” You stood, too, your anger getting the better of you. “Find someone for me that isn’t so far away that I won’t ever get to return here to see you or my friends. Find me a man that won’t -”

“It is done.” The woman lowered her head, sighing. “The contract has been signed. We have known Lord Perle and his family since he was a child. He will make a fine husband, and you will see that for yourself when he is here with his father in a few moons. We have waited long enough for a match for you in Braavos, and circumstances … don’t allow us to wait any longer.” 

You felt Daavos’ hands on you before you were able to pull yourself free from the memory, but instead of shaking him off, you leaned into his touch, feeling tears spring to your eyes. “What is wrong? Should I get the healer? You’re shaking.”

“I…” You blinked your tears back, feeling as a few of them escaped and ran down your cheeks. “I remembered …” He sucked in a breath, but you continued. “I am from Braavos. My parents, they…” His hold on you was gentle, Daavos’ thumbs pressed to the front of your shoulders. “They are in shipping, but something … happened. Something went wrong, and they arr…they arranged for me to …” You broke off, reining in your sobs before going silent as you stared past him and at the horizon, where the last faint remnants of daylight lingered. 

“Take your time.” His voice was low, and with some surprise, you realized  that Daavos had moved even closer, the distance between you next to nothing. “It is good that you’re remembering, even if the memories are … not what you had hoped for.” 

Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you closed your eyes. “I’m not married yet, or at least I don’t think I am. But I …” You met his eyes when you opened yours, and saw that Daavos’ were filled with kindness and understanding, the crease between his brows prominent. “Daavos, I -” He lowered his hands and took yours gently, linking your fingers the way he had the first time he’d applied the salve. “My parents needed money to save their business, and they were tired of waiting for me to make a match in Braavos. So they signed a contract with a Lord in Oldtown. I think … I think I was on my way from Braavos to Oldtown when my ship sank.” 

“That will narrow things down.” He nodded, the man’s chest rising and falling with each breath. “Now we know where you were supposed to be, and where people will be looking for you, and -”

“I didn’t want to go.” The tears gathered again, and that time, you made no effort to stop them. “Daavos, I don’t know all of the reasons why but I know I didn’t want to go.” 

He swore, pulling his hands free from yours, but instead of leaning back or standing, he leaned closer, his arms winding around your shoulders. You let him hold you, turning your head inward so that you could press your forehead against the side of his neck.  

You wished that you hadn’t remembered. 

You wished that the memories had been happier. You wished that you knew exactly what your parents had arranged, and why you were so against it. And against him. “I would stay here with you until dawn if that’s what you wanted, but …” Daavos backed away, though he didn’t let go of you. “But it will get cold, and neither of us are dressed for it.” 

“But it’s warm here. We’re in the South, isn’t -” 

“Sea air is different.” He smiled, the expression sad.  “Trust me.” You did - and it had more to do with what you felt around Daavos than what you’d seen of his behavior. “Would you like me to walk you back to your room?” 

“Yes. Please.” You swiped at your face with one hand, the back of it coming away wet. “Thank you, Captain.” 

He stood and then held out a hand, waiting for you to take it. And when you were on your feet, he didn’t let go right away, instead catching your eye again and tightening his grip. “You are still my responsibility. Remember that.” 

The pair of you started toward the cabin again, but instead of holding your hand, Daavos rested his on your lower back, his touch light. Neither of you spoke, and when you reached your door, you paused and turned to face him, just as you had the previous time. Your thoughts were jumbled, bits and pieces of memories flashing one after the other, though nothing was clear. 

“Daavos?” You finally broke the silence, chewing on your lower lip for a few seconds before finishing your thought. “Would it be improper to ask if you could sit with me for a little while?” 

“If we were on land, it would be.” His smile widened, and then he winked at you. “But here? I think the Captain will allow it.” Asking him to stay was wrong and you knew it, but in the moment, you didn’t care. 

A few minutes later, you were in the room by yourself, boots removed so that you could pace barefoot over the smooth flooring. Daavos had assured you that he’d be back before disappearing down the dimly lit hallway. But the alone time gave you more time to think - and to focus on what little you remembered. And how much I still don’t remember. 

“I brought us something to eat.” He reappeared in the doorway holding a small bowl in one hand and a jug of wine in the other. “And to drink.” Daavos shut the door behind him, walking over to the desk and setting everything he carried down. You looked in his direction but didn’t move closer, instead crossing your arms over your chest. 

“If my parents signed a marriage contract, I have to honor it. This Lord… Perle? Sending me to him was worth enough to them to -”

“Please, come here.” You didn’t miss the dark look cross his features at your words. Why? What’s that for? He gestured with one hand, interrupting you. “I understand you have a lot to say, but … let it wait.” He spoke so calmly that you didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, and when you took the place next to him, you were delighted to see that the bowl was full of berries. “As the Captain, I keep a few … luxuries on board for myself. Tonight …  I thought they might be appreciated by you, too.” 

You reached for the bowl at the same time you breathed out a thank you to him, and Daavos let you take a handful of fruit before he took some, too. It was impossible to look anywhere else as he popped them between his lips and chewed, one eyebrow raised while he waited for you to do the same. 

They were delicious - perfectly sweet and ripe, and when the first trickle of juice hit your tongue you closed your eyes and actually moaned, the sound loud in the confines of the room. When you realized that you’d done it, your eyes flew open, lips parting in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. That was -”

“Perfectly understandable.” He grinned, biting down on a round, blue piece of fruit. “That was a noise I only dreamed I would ever hear you make.” What? He’s thought of… “Would you like some wine?” 

“Yes.” You finished the fruit you held, and then reached for a few more pieces. “Please.” 

“It is Dornish wine.” He poured two goblets full and handed you one, turning so that he could rest his hip against the front of the desk. “The Prince always traveled with it… and that means that there was a lot on board.” He raised his glass, the smile on his lips almost sad. 

“To Prince Oberyn, then.” You lifted yours and held it out, sighing. “For the wine and the ship and the sleeping quarters.” Daavos’ smile widened. “May his memory endure.” 

“To the Prince and his lasting presence.” He tapped his glass against yours and then you both drank, the taste of the wine sharpened by that of the berries. It was delicious, and you told him as much, but once the pleasantries were out of the way, there was no more avoiding the looming conversation.  

“I cannot ask you to take me to Oldtown, Daavos.” You sipped again, stepping over to the mattress and sitting on the edge of it, facing him. “I don’t know where you’re headed after Tyrosh, but even by land, it would take …”

“Will you tell me what you remembered? All of it?” He sat on the chair beside the bed, lifting one leg and bending it so that he could rest that ankle on his opposite knee. “It may be useful when we inquire at the port.” I can do that. I can tell him everything I know. 

You spent the next few minutes doing as he’d asked; explaining the flashes of your parents that you’d recalled, along with the stone walls and flowers. You told him about the conversation you’d replayed, focusing on your distaste for doing as your parents directed. He listened intently, sipping from his glass but never looking away. Repeating the words seemed to seal things for you, driving home the point that your future had been decided and even though it wasn’t a direct route, you were still - somehow - on your way to meet it. 

“When we dock, I can send a raven back home, and one to Oldtown. I can explain what happened, and that I’m still on my way, but -”

“Or,” Daavos wet his lips, tilting his head to the right. “Or, before we do that, we can see if they’ve received any news from either of those places. If … if this Lord Perle was on the ship with you, he may not have survived.” Daavos frowned. “But if he was, why wasn’t he with you when it sank?” 

It gave you a spark of hope - if your intended husband was on the ship with you, and hadn’t survived, but a marriage contract had been signed and possibly fulfilled, then you could inherit his estate. That would help your parents and mean that you weren’t expected to stay in a place you’d never been to on your own. But. “I think I was sailing to meet him.” You looked down at your hands. “And if that’s true, then the ship that sank was carrying my dowry, which is now sitting at the bottom of the Narrow Sea, and I have nothing to offer anyone in marriage.” 

“You have plenty to offer, and if that Lord can’t see that, then that is a fault with him.” Daavos leaned forward, uncrossing his legs and reaching for you with his free hand. “You cannot be blamed for a sinking ship. It -”

“All men care about is coin.” You rolled your eyes, finishing your wine and then setting the goblet down on the table. “Coin and land and ownership of people and things.” You gestured to the ship. “Isn’t that true? You’re a pirate, you live to gain wealth and notoriety.”

“There is more to life than that.” He scoffed, also finishing his drink. “Wealth is not only measured in coin.” He rubbed his chin, shaking his head. “You said you read some of Oberyn’s poetry, yes?” You nodded, unsure of what he was trying to say. “He had other priorities. He cared about things that had nothing to do with what you speak of. His daughters. His family. His -”

“Ellaria.” You smiled as you said the name, agreeing. “He did love her very much.” Daavos looked away, his eyes sliding across the desk and then to the window, where they lingered. “But according to the stories, he also loved many others, in many parts of the world.” 

“None like her.” He spoke quietly, one thumb twisting the ring on the other.  “Never like her.” The conversation had taken a very serious turn, and for a few seconds, you wondered why Oberyn and Ellaria’s story seemed to impact Daavos so much - and how he knew it so well. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because he turned to look at you again, the sadness melting from his features, replaced with his typical easy smile. “You’ve read the letters.”

“Some of them.” You agreed, scooting back and then lifting your legs into the bed before wrapping your arms around your bent knees. “He might be gone, but I didn’t think it was right to read the ones he never sent.” You turned your head,  giving him a sad smile. “When I saw those, I put everything back and closed the drawer.” 

“You’d respect a dead Prince’s privacy that much?”

“I’d respect anyone’s privacy that much.” Using one hand, you pointed. “And I’m sure that you cannot dock this ship in Dorne, but I’d hope that there is some way for her to get those letters, and maybe all of the ones she sent to him, too. I’m sure it would mean a great deal to have even a tiny bit more of him after so long.” 

His eyes narrowed, but the expression wasn’t unkind, and you watched his expression soften after a few seconds, Daavos’ sigh audible. “You surprise me each day.” You didn’t know what he meant by that, but coming from him, it seemed like a compliment - so you took it. 

“That is better than being dull, hmm?” He nodded, taking another sip of wine and then reaching for the jug to pour more - first for himself and then, after a nod of agreement, for you. “Maybe I can sail from Tyrosh to Dorne and pass them along before I -”

“You are getting ahead of yourself.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Are you so ready to be rid of me?” 

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” You swallowed another mouthful of the wine, savoring the sweetness. It reminded you of the sunlight, and you wondered if all Dornish wine was the same, thanks to the way the fruit was grown. It must be. “And I wouldn’t want to ruin your fierce reputation by making everyone think you just … pick up strays and keep them when they amuse you.” 

“You weren’t a stray, you were shipwrecked. There is a difference. But you do amuse me.” He arched a brow and watched you as he drank again, the tip of his tongue dragging across his bottom lip when he’d lowered the goblet. “And my fierce reputation is because I do what I want. I always have.” 

You didn’t doubt that. 

Though there was an air of refinement to Daavos’ behavior, the more you got to know him, the more you understood that the nomadic life of a pirate suited him. Even though it keeps him away from someone he cares for. “Tell me something else about you.” You finished your wine and then leaned over, setting the goblet down. “I know what I’ve seen aboard this ship, but …” You linked your fingers together. “Who are you, Daavos?” 

“May I sit next to you?” He gestured to the headboard, cocking his head to the side. “It may be a long story, and since I have not had the luxury of such a comfortable bed in -”

You winced, immediately feeling guilt for causing him discomfort. “Of course.” Scooting over, you left him a space - and a pillow. “This is your bed. Why would you even ask?”

“The first thing you should know about me,” he started as he removed his boots and then swung his feet off of the floor and onto the mattress. “Is that I have never forced myself into someone’s bed.” He settled in, and despite the space left between you, you could feel the heat from his body. “Everyone has been a willing participant.” 

“Good to know.” You pulled the blanket up and over yourself and then turned your head toward where he sat. “It doesn’t surprise me, though.” 

“Why is that?” He nudged you with one elbow, laughter in his voice. “What are you trying to say?”

“It would be hard to resist you, Daavos.” Wetting your lips, you rubbed at your forehead. “You are -”

“You did.” His tone turned serious, and when you met his eyes, you saw that he was focused on you. “You were adamant that I not even kiss you.” And for good reason. My arranged marriage and your waiting wife and … 

“Will you tell me about her?” It was bold, but you didn’t think he would mind. “About your … wife?” 

“She is what you want to talk about?” He smiled, showing off almost perfect, white teeth. “Alright.” 

He was quiet for a little while, the only sounds you heard the creaking of the ship as it rocked gently on the waves.  You wanted to know more - about Daavos, about he woman he loved, about where he was from - and if you only had hours left, you weren’t going to waste them. 

“She was born in Dorne. In Hellholt, to be exact.” He grinned. “You said I sounded Southern, and you are right. I was also born in Dorne, and spent many years there.” 

“We’re going to be so close. Is she … are you …” He raised a brow, watching you struggle to get your thought out. “I am sorry. It’s not my business.” 

“Do not apologize.” He reached over, taking your hand and squeezing it. “It is not your fault I’ve been away for so long.” He cleared his throat. “She and I found each other when we needed it most. From the beginning, we were inseparable. She stood by my side and ignored everything people said about us, about her. And she did it with a smile on her face because she knew that no matter what was said, it did not matter. We loved each other, even in the beginning.” 

You could hear that in his voice. The way he spoke about the woman made it clear that she occupied almost every inch of his heart. You remembered his words from earlier - that she was his wife in all of the ways that mattered - and opened your mouth to ask why they’d never actually married when he went on. 

“It only grew stronger over time. When our first daughter was born, I thought I could not love her more. And then the second came. And then the third, and …” He sighed, shaking his head back and forth. “She is a good mother, and her fire is in our daughters, too.” 

“I didn’t know you had children.” It surprised you, but not because you hadn’t thought that he could have had any. Your shock was because he seemed to be content to be away from them for such long periods of time. This woman must love him a great deal if she is willing to wait for him and raise three children on her own. “Three daughters? That -”

“I have more than three.” His grin widened, and Daavos laughed. “And they are all taken care of. They are not secrets, and I am not ashamed of them.” He gestured to the room, and then turned his head toward you, his smile more of a smirk. “This life offers me the opportunity to give my children anything they want, even if I cannot be with them at all times.” More than three? So I was right, there are women all over the - “I was reckless in my younger years.” Daavos winked. “But I do not regret any of it.”

“I can’t imagine what that must be like.” You swallowed, fingers plucking at a thread on your pants. “To be so free that you can go anywhere in the world you want. To … to have relationships with whoever, whenever you choose.” You didn’t know for sure, but it was probable that since you’d been assigned a partner based on their ability to help your family, you’d never had the opportunity to pursue someone based only on desire. “You are lucky. It sounds … it sounds like …”

“Do you know much about Dorne?” He shifted, moving just a little closer, and you didn’t stop him. The truth was that you enjoyed being so close to him, and in such an intimate position. You were both still fully clothed, and not even really touching, but even being in bed with Daavos - especially after he’d told you a few things about his romantic history - was thrilling. 

“Just that they live very differently than a lot of places in the Seven Kingdoms. Their customs and traditions aren’t as … rigid.” 

“Correct.” He nodded, taking a breath. “The Dornish do not put as much pressure on themselves when it comes to love and sex and partners. We follow these customs, yes, but it is not like in the Crownlands or the North. In Dorne, bastards are born of passion. We do not despise them, or their parents. You would like it there, I think.” 

“I probably would.” But. “But Dorne is not where I am intended to -” 

“You’ll enjoy Tyrosh, too.” He took your hand, squeezing it before he let both of them rest on the blanket between you. “It can be dangerous if you do not pay close attention to your surroundings.” He cleared his throat. “Tomorrow, when we go ashore, I want you to stay close to me.”

“I understand.” You nodded. “Will we stay there long?”

“Just a night or two.” He swiped his thumb slowly over the back of your hand, the motion sending a jolt through you. “Long enough to replenish supplies and let the crew enjoy themselves. Long enough to seek answers about you.” 

You were both quiet then, and you realized that the gentle rocking of the boat was making you tired. I should ask him to leave. Instead, you opened your mouth and said the opposite. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep, Daavos?” 

“Of course.” He eased his hold on your hand and then spread his fingers wide, sliding them between yours. “I will stay as long as you ask me to.” You tightened your grip on him and closed your eyes, but Daavos wasn’t done talking. “Would you like to hear about Dorne? It is much different than Braavos.” 

You nodded your head and he began talking, Daavos’ voice working with the waves to push you into sleep as time passed, though you tried to listen to every word he said. 

Just before you nodded off, you could have sworn you felt his breath against your skin, followed by the lingering press of his lips to your forehead. 

— 

You woke the next morning and Daavos was gone. 

It was disappointing, but you understood - he was the captain, and had things to do. He can’t just lay in bed next to me until I wake up. 

There was breakfast waiting for you, though, and you smiled at the sight of another small bowl of berries next to your plate. Of course. 

You spent the morning preparing to make landfall, even though you knew that you likely didn’t need to do anything. 

You changed your clothes, choosing one of the other shirts that Daavos had brought for you and hadn’t ever removed, along with a new pair of socks. You tidied your hair - as best as you could, anyway, frowning at your reflection in the mirror. Who am I trying to impress? You once again thought about putting on your dress, but Daavos’ words about Tyrosh being dangerous echoed in your mind and you opted not to. I should try to fit in. 

When you made it to the top deck, there was a flurry of activity. The sails were completely unfurled and puffed with wind and the crew were running back and forth, making preparations and getting things organized. Daavos was standing next to the helm, the fingers of one hand curled around the handle of a spoke, the other on his hip. 

He’d changed, too, dark pants replaced with a soft brown pair and his shirt an umber color that reminded you of the sunset. He was grinning, and even though you couldn’t hear the conversation, you assumed it was a lively one, since the men surrounding him were laughing, too. I won’t bother him. I’ll just sit and wait to see land. 

Daavos had other ideas, though. 

He caught your eye and waved you over, his mouth continuing to move as he spoke with his crew. As you got closer, he turned his attention to you, the smile easing back into the smaller and more reserved one he typically wore. “Sleep well?”

“I did, thank you.” Ducking your head, you murmured a hello to the men he’d been speaking to, and then focused on Daavos. “I also appreciate breakfast.” 

“Of course. I wanted to be sure you ate before we arrived.” He pointed, and you turned to look in the direction he was indicating. “Do you see?” 

You did - it was faint and faraway, but you could see just a hint of land ahead of you. It made your heart beat faster, but the longer you thought about it, the more you realized that your quickened heartbeat wasn’t for the reason you assumed it would be. I am anxious. I don’t want to leave the ship. I don’t want to leave… him. 

“How much longer?”

“Hours. I thought nightfall at first, but now …I know it’ll be earlier.” You tried to keep your expression even, but must have failed, because he turned to one of the crew and jerked his head toward the wheel before stepping away and taking your arm. “Come with me.” 

You followed, the two of you walking over to the railing. “Daavos, I -”

“No matter what we learn, you need to know something.” He didn’t remove his hand even though you stood still, both of you gazing out at the water. “You are not obligated to act. You do not have to follow through on the future that was arranged for you.” He moved his hand to the center of your lower back, the pressure of his touch reassuring. “You have options.” 

“Do I?” Swallowing back a lump in your throat, you turned your head toward him. “They would not have sent me away like this unless it was necessary. If I don’t -”

“What if you had died when that ship went down?” He angled his body toward you, and for the first time since you met him, Daavos’ tone was harsh with you. “You would not have made it to Oldtown and whatever was going to happen to your family would have happened. You told me that you did not want to marry this man or go so far from home. So why, now, when you are free from that expectation, would you choose to follow it?”

“Because I don’t have the luxury of avoiding responsibilities. I didn’t die, I’m still alive, and if I find out that Lord Perle wasn’t onboard the Sea Spider and still expects me, I -” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening. The Sea Spider? Did I just remember … 

“Your ship was called the Sea Spider?” He arched a brow. “That’s new.” 

It was. It was another detail that had come back to you in the heat of the moment. But it doesn’t change anything. I still don’t remember anything else. “It doesn’t matter. Knowing the name of the ship makes no difference.” 

“I know that ship.” He nodded. “It is part of the Braavosi fleet. Not for cargo, but for…” He gestured with one hand at the Sand Snake. “For travel like this.” You looked around, too, taking it in. So I was on a ship built for pleasure. “And it does matter. Every piece of information you have matters.” He stepped even closer, moving his hand up your arm and letting it rest on your shoulder. “We are close to getting answers. And only then do you have to decide anything.” 

He was right. Forcing yourself to look away from him, you eyed the horizon, the far off shoreline growing larger by the second. Soon. Soon… I’ll know everything. 

— 

You docked a few hours later, and from your vantage point near the railing, you decided that you liked Tyrosh even before you’d left the ship. 

The people you saw on the dock were a surprise to you - their hair and clothing bright and stylish, many unnatural colors dotting the familiar deep hues. It was loud, too - you could hear the city’s chatter even over the sounds of the waterfront… and a small part of you was excited. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Daavos and his crew, it was just that you were curious about how the Tyroshi behaved, and what their city had to offer. “Are you ready?” He was beside you again, Daavos’ voice low. “I know I am ready to be on solid ground again.” 

“Yes.” You smile, the expression genuine. “Where will we go first?” 

“To get your answers.” He took a long breath, eyes locked on your face. “But there is something I need to give you before we go.” He moved as he spoke, raising one hand and then using his other one to remove the ring he wore on his thumb, holding it up. “Wear this.” What? “In case we get separated, all you’ll need to do is show it to anyone that tries to cause you trouble. They’ll know not to bother you.” 

You took the golden band from him and eyed it for a few seconds before it dawned on you. “It has your sigil on it.” You followed the delicate pattern with your gaze, lingering on the emblazoned sun at the center. Or maybe it’s not his sigil. “Your reputation must be very fearsome if simply seeing this would stop someone from -”

“You have no idea.” He sounded almost dangerous, but moments later the mood lightened when Daavos winked again, following it up with a smile. “Daylight is fading. And we are wasting time.” You slipped the ring on - situating it on your middle finger with the sun visible beneath your knuckle - and then nodded, closing your eyes. 

“We are. I’m ready.” You weren’t - and you knew that he knew it, too. But there’s nothing that I can do about it now. 

— 

The two of you made your way into Tyrosh from the docks, and every second you spent in the city made you like it more. 

The people you passed were friendly and welcoming, men and women alike dressed in bright colors and wearing unique clothing. You smelled things that you didn’t recognize - the aromas of meat and spices wafting to where you were with each step you took. Daavos remained right next to you, one arm protectively looped through your bent one. 

You didn’t know where you were going, but he seemed to, the two of you passing storefronts and pleasure houses, men openly carrying large weapons and women in various states of undress. It was a bustling place, and part of you was disappointed that you couldn’t linger, especially when you passed a tavern with no door, and the sound of music floated out. Maybe we can stop later. Maybe while he does … whatever he is going to do, I can come back here. 

“This way.” He guided you down an alley, which was somewhat less busy than the main street. After only a few minutes, you stopped in front of a small shop, the windows covered in deep green curtains. “Here.” He pointed. “She can help us.” 

He waited for you to move first, but when you ducked your head and then turned toward the door, Daavos did, too, reaching for the knob and pushing it open. 

When you stepped inside, you immediately felt calmer, the warmth and dim lighting cutting you off completely from the rest of the city. The room smelled sweet, but there was an undertone of flame to it, too. As your eyes adjusted, you realized that the walls were covered in dried herbs and flowers, shelves and tables stacked high with various items and folded animal pelts and bones. Magic. He wants to use magic to get my memory back. 

“Welcome. I am Kaelys.” The voice you heard was soft but strong, and when you turned toward the sound, you gasped at the sight of a beautiful woman with purple hair, her curls stacked atop her head. “What brings you here?”

“We’re hoping you can be of assistance.” Daavos reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch, holding it out toward the woman. Why is he paying her? This should be my burden. “My friend here does not remember much about her past. We were hoping that you might have something to change that.” 

The woman peeked into the bag and then nodded twice, her eyes moving between you and Daavos, lingering on him before they settled on you. She set her shoulders and then tipped her head to the side, frowning. “Lost memories? That is simple. It will not take long for me to help you.” Why is she frowning? “But maybe you do not want to remember?” 

“I do.” You stepped forward, holding out your hands. “Please. I need to know who I am and where I’m from and what … what the future holds for me.” 

“The past is one thing. Those answers exist.” She held out her hand to you, waiting until you took it to close her fingers around yours.”But the future? I cannot help there.” 

She urged you forward and into a smaller back room, and you and Daavos followed, the spicy scent intensifying. Kaelys busied herself at a counter for long moments, leaving the two of you to look around. Daavos didn’t stray far from you, the man leaning against one wall with his arms crossed, though his eyes didn’t stop moving as he eyed the room. 

It, too, was filled with items that you didn’t recognize - and some you did, but when she began to hum as she measured ingredients into a golden goblet, you finally spoke up. “This is not … blood magic, right? I want to know more, but I’m not -”

“No.” She laughed, tossing her head. “This is just herbs and some powders that will help you relax.” She paused, reaching for a jug and pouring clear liquid into the mixture. “In many cases, people don’t remember because they try too hard. This …” She stirred and then leaned in, sniffing. “Will help you not try.” 

It seemed too easy, and when you turned toward Daavos to murmur that, you caught the shake of his head, his smirk smaller than usual but still there. “Trust me.” He believes in her.

You did - explicitly - and so instead of saying anything, you moved toward him, holding your hand out and waiting for him to take it. He did, linking his fingers between yours and tugging you even closer. His eyes never left your face, and even in the low light, you could see the concern in them. It seemed genuine, as had everything he’d done since you first met him. Why wouldn’t it be? He has nothing to gain from me staying. I’m just taking up space. 

“Drink this.” Kaelys stood beside you, holding out the goblet. “You won’t like the taste, but it is your best option.” Without hesitation, you took it from her and tipped the edge to your lips, swallowing it all before you had a chance to register the taste. 

It was bitter, and as you finished you spluttered, dropping Daavos’ hand and reaching up to cover your mouth with it. Oh, that’s … I’m glad there’s not more. You wondered what was going to happen - if you’d have visions or if everything would come back to you at once, overwhelming you with the truth. Kaelys took the goblet from you as you questioned her, but she didn’t reply until she’d rinsed it out and began to wipe the inside with a cloth. 

“Nothing like that.” She shrugged, sliding her hands against her thighs to dry them. “Now we just talk.” She looked at Daavos and cleared her throat. “You are free to go. This may take some time, and -”

“No.” 

The two of you spoke at the same time, Daavos moving closer to you and reaching forward to wrap an arm around your waist. It was more familiar than he’d been with you previously, but you were thankful for it. Especially in front of someone else. “No, I want him to stay. He’s… He’s the only one I know, and what I learn here is important for him, too.” 

“I just wanted to make sure.” She looked between the two of you, her smile growing. “Alright. I should have known. Then … let’s talk.” She gestured to a table and chairs that you hadn’t seen previously, and the three of you took seats. The flickering candlelight cast shadows over everything, and for long moments, you were silent. I don’t know where to start. 

“You should repeat the things you do know.” Daavos took your hand again, his thumb pressing down and spinning the ring on your finger. “It may help to give you a place to begin.” 

So you did - talking out loud and answering questions, mostly for your own benefit. 

It was difficult to believe that he’d found you only a little more than a week earlier. It was even more difficult to think that in that time, only the briefest pieces of information had come back to you, and even those were in no specific order. 

“I am from Essos. Braavos, to be exact.” You looked at your hand, eyeing the way it looked against Daavos’ larger one. “My parents arranged a marriage for me in order to help out with finances. I am an only child, so it falls on me to do what is necessary.” You let out a breath. “My new life was to be in Oldtown. I was on my way there when my ship sank in a storm.” You nodded, looking briefly at Kaelys before you turned back to Daavos. “My husband’s name was Perle. I was on a ship called the Sea Spider.” When will this work? Shouldn’t I feel something? 

“Were you sailing to Oldtown?” Kaelys cocked her head to the side. “That is a long journey from Braavos. Maybe months.” 

“No, I was going to King’s Landing. I was going to travel on the Roseroad to Oldtown.” You gasped. “That’s new.” You bit your lip, eyes going wide. “It was still a long journey, but it was … safer. There aren’t pirates on the road.”

“You can never be too careful.” Daavos mumbled the words, his grip on your hand tightening. “Pirates.” You fought back a laugh at that, humming in agreement. 

“The Sea Spider was one of my parents’ ships. They … I think they’re merchants. They are in the shipping trade.” Your heart was pounding, but you didn’t know if it was doing so because you were in awe that the elixir had worked, or because of what you were remembering. Both. I think it’s both. 

“Were you on the ship with anyone you knew?” Kaelys traced over the scarred surface of the table with two fingers, her eyes on you. “Were your parents with you? Your husband?”

“No.” You were certain of it - flashes of memories coming back to you. “No, they were coming later, for the actual wedding. They were … they were going to sail with the second part of my dowry.” You gasped. “They were giving him a ship, Daavos. That was …” 

Trailing off, you went silent for a few minutes, thinking. Things were clearer than they had been but still not entirely certain to you. Your parents maintained a small fleet of ships, and had made a name for themselves as reliable merchants. Tough times had meant that they weren’t able to keep up with the repairs on all of them at once, which meant less reliability over time. And it meant finding a way to finance the repairs to to keep themselves in good standing. 

“He wasn’t on the ship.” You wet your lips. “And he wasn’t in King’s Landing,either. I was going to travel with some of his people from the city.” You pulled your hand free from Daavos’, using the fingers of it to encircle your opposite wrist. “The wedding was going to be held next spring. That would give us time to get to know each other as adults before we married.” 

You winced at the words, your hand leaving your wrist and moving down your arm, toward your elbow. There was no scar there - no lasting mark, but you could almost feel the pain radiating from the joint. I didn’t want to go because I knew what kind of man he was. He was - “He was cruel.” Daavos leaned in, his hand sliding across the table so that his fingers could stroke along the bare skin of your forearm. “Wasn’t he.” 

“Yes.” You lowered your eyes and nodded, unable to look at him as you answered. “I knew him when we were children. Our parents were … p-partners.” You felt the tears gathering in your eyes. “He married someone else. His father sent letters. But she died young a few years ago.” And that’s why I was set to marry him. 

You remembered everything - the first time young Draman Perle had grabbed hold of your arm and yanked, the boy laughing it off later, and your parents dismissing it, though you’d had to keep it immobilized for weeks afterward. You remembered how it had been discussed throughout the years that you’d marry him to unite the families, his iron grip on your arm or hand possessive in a way that made you sick during each conversation you were forced to endure. 

But when he’d fallen in love with a young woman in Oldtown, those plans had been dashed, her family wealthy enough to satisfy his and his father’s need for more. You remembered feeling relief that you’d dodged that arrangement, the few years of reprieve shattered in an instant in your garden when your parents told you about the contract. 

You remembered the last time you’d seen Draman in person, his smile not reaching his eyes as he congratulated you - and your parents - on finally making the right deal. He’d touched you that night while the two of you strolled through the garden, your parents waving off the need for a chaperone - fingers gripping your chin as he forced you to look at him, his lip curling up and into a sneer at the sight of the unease in your expression at his words about your upcoming wedding. 

“Do you remember what happened to the ship?” Daavos’ voice was soft, and you realized that he’d moved closer while you were deep in thought. You could smell him - the sea air clinging to his hair, even in the fragrant room. “Do you remember how you came to be in that boat?” 

“There was a storm.” You turned your thoughts from Draman, trying to remember the time you’d spent at sea. “It was the second night, and it woke me up, and …” You could smell the smoke and see the burning sails, the rainwater cold as it hit your skin. “The sails were on fire. Someone told me to go back to my room and I did, but then…” You gasped, head whipping toward Daavos. “I sent a raven. I sent a raven home to tell my parents about the fire, to warn them that the ship might be delayed, and …” 

You trailed off at the memory of a screech, your fingers curling against the tabletop. “What? Daavos leaned in, reaching out to set one of his hands gently on your knee. ���You remembered something else. Tell me.”

“There was a storm. And there was lightning…” You spoke slowly, giving yourself time to think. But you were certain when you continued, finally looking back at him. “But it wasn’t what caused the ship to sink.” He was confused, the furrow of his brow deep as he asked what else it could have been. “Dragons. There were two dragons, and they set the sails on fire. I watched them eat…” You shuddered at the memory. 

That was why you’d been the only survivor. You’d gone unconscious in the boat, unmoving while the others flailed around in the water. They were easy targets. “She must be in Dragonstone.” He murmured the words, nodding. She?  “Interesting.” You didn’t know who Daavos was talking about, and before you could ask, he cleared his throat and looked at Kaelys. “Your payment ensures your silence, correct?” 

“For you?” She bowed her head and nodded, her smile soft. “Of course.” You had no idea what that meant, but didn’t want to question it, especially since she’d been such a help to you. “Is there anything else?” 

“How long will the effects of this last? Is it a truth serum? Will I -”

“It will wear off as soon as you are no longer settled.” She stood, beginning to clear the table in front of you. “You may still feel more … open to answering questions, but it was not a truth serum.” She paused in front of you, holding the goblet in her hand. “When we push ourselves too hard, we forget things. You stopped doing that, and you remembered. It’s as simple as that. Unlocking what you have tonight should help you more later, too.” 

Daavos stood then, holding a hand out to you and helping you to your feet. “Thank you, Kaelys. You have my gratitude, and hers, too.” You agreed, nodding as you crossed your arms and chewed on your lower lip, still thinking. What am I supposed to do now?

You kept quiet until the two of you were outside again, the sounds of the city filling your ears. It was almost jarring after how silent the inside of the shop had been, but Daavos didn’t stay in one place for long, the man leading you back toward the busier main street before he gave you a chance to speak. 

“What now?” You leaned against a building, taking a deep breath. “I remember, so -”

“Do you remember your name?” He moved to stand in front of you, his dark eyes searching your face. “All of those other things came back to you, but you didn’t say your name.” 

“I do.” Your heart raced, the unease lessening. “I remember my name, and how old I am and -”

“Tell me what it is.” He stepped closer, raising his hand and letting his knuckles trail over the curve of your cheek. “Tell me what I should call you.” 

You did - the words coming out without hesitation, and your knees actually buckled the first time he spoke your name back to you, the corners of his mouth lifted in a small smile.You tried not to let that fact get to you, because it didn’t matter. Not only did he have someone waiting for him, you knew that you did, too. Even if it’s not someone I want, it’s someone that I must go to. “Daavos, now that -”

“You do not need to go to him.” He shifted, his eyes narrowing. “You have many reasons not to, and remembering does not mean that you must act. Not if it will put you in danger.” 

“But he’s waiting. It is done. I cannot break a contract.” 

“The ship is at the bottom of the Narrow Sea. You sent a raven to your parents. If it arrived, they will know something happened. Ours cannot be the only ship that sailed past debris. Someone will report it. You were going to King’s Landing.” 

“If the wedding doesn’t happen, Daavos, my family will lose everything.” 

“They were willing to sell you to save their business.” His upper lip curled, his eyes darkening. “They must have known this man was -”

“I never told them all of it.” You looked  down, absently twisting the ring you wore with two fingers. “I never told them why I didn’t want to go, or what he actually did, or what he was like. Not as an adult, anyway.” You spoke quietly, but you knew that he’d heard you. When he touched your chin with two fingers, gently urging you to look up again, you also knew that he could see the tears in your eyes. “I told you before, not all of us have the freedom to make our own decisions when it comes to marriage.”

“What if you did?” He inched closer, sweeping his thumb over your lower lip. “What if you could choose your future?” 

“Daavos.” You blinked and the tears began to fall. “When the ship was sinking? I didn’t even try to get into one of the rafts. I just stood by the rail and waited. And…” You gave him a sad smile. “And I hoped it would be quick. Because that was better than -” 

“But you are still here. And now you are here with me.” He settled his other hand on your hip, “And that is better than drowning or being consumed by dragonfire.” 

“Until I set off for Oldtown and leave you behind, or you decide you want to go home. Then we’ll see if it is truly better.” Tilting your head back, you looked up at the sky, the blue darkening into black as night fell. “What are my other options, Daavos? You said it yourself - my coin will not last. There is only so much I can do to earn a living. At least if I go to Oldtown and marry him, I will not have to -”

“I studied at the Citadel, remember?” He whispered your name, drawing your attention back to his face as his hand dropped, fingertips curling around the back of your neck and his thumb extended behind your ear. “I spent time in Oldtown. I got to know the people there. I know this man you speak of. The name seemed familiar to me when you said it earlier, but it wasn’t until …” His eyes flicked down to your arm and then back up, his expression troubled when he met your gaze again. “I wanted to be sure. But I know exactly who he is and what he is like.” 

You’d never heard his voice sound the way it did then, Daavos’ words coming out like venom. But it doesn’t matter. “What would you have me do, then? We’ve been talking in circles, Daavos. You tell me I have options, that I do not need to go to Oldtown and marry him. But what else can happen? Where would I go?” You touched his chest, pressing your palm flat against it to keep some distance between you. “Would you have me stay on your ship? Take me on as a member of your crew?”

“Yes.” He nodded, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “If that is what you wanted, I would.” You’d assumed that would be his answer, but as he spoke the words, you laughed, closing your eyes. It’s absurd. 

“I am strong, but I am not that strong. It is hard enough to say no to you now, and I barely know you. What would happen if we spent more time together?”

“Only what both of us wanted to happen.” He leaned even closer, his chest pushing against your palm. “It is always going to be your choice.” He went silent then, his face only inches from yours. Daavos’ touch was gentle - and despite the fact that he was holding you more intimately than was appropriate, you didn’t want to pull away. Because I’ve felt this before.

You’d been with a man in Braavos, despite what your parents and future husband likely assumed. It had been only a handful of times, and always quick, you and one of the young men from the docks stealing time together whenever you could. But it had never been so public; no one had ever touched you the way Daavos was, especially when anyone could see you or interrupt. 

“And what do you want?” It was a dangerous question to ask him, but you wanted to know the answer. And he’ll tell me the truth. “What do you want from me?” 

“Right now, I want to kiss you.” He didn’t hesitate with the admission, Daavos unblinking. “And I know you’re going to say ‘well what about the woman you told me about’, and that is fair. You may not believe this, but she would encourage me to do it. She has in the past.” He took a deep breath, his fingers tightening against your hip. “There is no room for jealousy in our relationship, and there never has been.” 

You also wanted him to kiss you. You wanted Daavos to press you against the rough wall of the building until you were breathless. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair and find out if it was as soft as it looked. And why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I give myself a moment of happiness while I can? 

“I want that too.” 

It was a relief to admit it, and even though it made you feel weak, you didn’t care. 

You were attracted to Daavos, and you had been since the moment you’d first seen him, even though you’d been delirious at the time. There was something about him that pulled you in, and it was more than his appearance. He’d been respectful of you the entire time you’d known each other, giving you options and treating you like you deserved the opportunity to make your own decisions, no matter how small. He treated you like a person, not just a commodity, and though there was plenty you didn’t remember, you knew that that was rare.

His eyes widened, but Daavos didn’t waste time, closing the distance and pressing a brief kiss to your lips. It wasn’t what you were expecting, but when he backed off and eyed you, you understood that he’d only done it to give you a chance to react.  

You felt guilt - but only a little. 

The woman encouraging him to engage with others was likely only a line, as was the promise that jealousy didn’t exist between them. How could it not with someone like him? “That was no kiss, Daavos.” Your smile widened as you lifted your free hand, combing your fingers through the hair at his temple. “I think we can do better than that.” 

It took him by surprise, but when you pulled him back in, tipping your head to the right in order to get a better angle, he didn’t try to stop you. Instead, he groaned as your mouths connected for a second time, the hand on your hip sliding around to settle against your lower back.

His hair was soft - the strands slipping along your palm as you tightened your fingers in them. I knew it. Unlike the first kiss, he didn’t try to pull away after only a moment. Instead, you got your wish when he crowded your body against the side of the building, the man drawing your lower lip between his and then grazing it with his teeth. 

Your grip on his shirt tightened, one of the buttons digging into the center of your palm. He wants this as much as I do. You sighed against his lips, and when you felt them part enough so that his tongue could poke through, you responded in kind, giving him an opening - and hoping that he would take it. 

He didn’t. 

Instead, Daavos broke the kiss and then moved down, mouthing at the line of your jaw and lingering there, his hold on you tight. “Not here.” He murmured the words and then straightened up, pressing his forehead to yours. “Not like this.” 

“But -” You were confused, especially since he had been the one to confess his desire first. But maybe it’s for the best. Maybe … we need to think this through. Releasing his shirt, you nodded, dropping both of your hands back to your sides as he settled his on your hips, sighing. “Alright.” 

Neither of you spoke, and as your heart rate slowed back to a more typical rhythm, you attempted to sort through everything that had happened in the previous hour. It’s too much. “We should go and get a drink.” He broke the silence, sighing out your name. “Sit down. Maybe order something to eat. You’ve learned a lot today, and…” He tugged you away from the wall and you went willingly, stepping beside him as he turned toward the far end of the alley. “This is not helping.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You took his hand, squeezing. “This has been very helpful.” His chuckle was quiet, Daavos urging you forward. It was the truth - though you were overwhelmed with the information you’d been able to recall, and the fact that you now knew what it was like to kiss him, it did help. Just not how I’d hoped. 

You went into the first tavern you passed, which turned out to be the one you’d heard the music from earlier. The musician was still playing, the young man tucked into a corner of the room and plucking the strings in a familiar melody. You focused on that while Daavos ordered your drinks, handing you a mug of ale before leading you to a table and sitting across from you. 

You sipped from your drink as you scanned the room. There were a few people you recognized - some of the crew were seated at a table and drinking together, another group was standing by the doorway. They all looked happy and much more relaxed than they did on the ship, and you wondered if Daavos was, too, despite what the two of you had experienced with Kaelys. 

“You know, you never told me where you’re going after Tyrosh, Daavos.” Clearing some foam from your lip with one thumb, you eyed him. “Will you keep sailing south toward the Summer Islands? Will you head east, or go west?”   

You wanted to know because selfishly, you wanted more time with him - and on the ship. You wanted to delay making a decision about where you would go for as long as possible. Not forever. Just … for a little while. You were also curious, because after the Stepstones, there wasn’t much further south aside from open water. 

“My brother’s health is … not good.” Daavos sighed, taking a long drink. “It has been that way for years. The truth is that we are sailing south so that I can pay him a visit. I have not been home in a very long time, but he sent a raven to the Three Sisters, and I cannot avoid it any longer.” 

“But you said you wouldn’t get to see your -” 

“No, I never said that. You just assumed.” Thinking back to your conversation, you realized that he was right. He invited me to stay with him. If he’s going to see her and go home, then… “The offer still stands. You can come with me. You can -”

“Father?” You watched Daavos’ eyes widen as he stopped mid sentence, his head turning toward the sound of someone’s voice. “Is… are you really here?” His lips parted, and for the first time, you saw the man look uncertain, though the expression changed entirely when his head stopped moving. 

You looked in the same direction he was, and you gasped at the sight of two young women with his dark hair and eyes, both of them frozen in place only steps from where you sat. He said he had children, but I thought … I thought they were small. “Obara?” He rose to his feet. “Nym?” 

The names sounded familiar to you, but before you could think too much about it, Daavos was stepping away from the table and toward the pair, his arms outstretched. 

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