#WHY IS HE THRIVING he should be in a ditch

[todayisafridaynight]

And what about minedai lives but it is masadai cucking au??

//nodding like i understand//

[f1fantasys]

Always and Forever

Summary: You and Charles have a long history together. Will he finally come home to you?

A long, smutty, angsty Charles Leclerc imagine.

You had known Charles since the two of you were kids. You families we close friends, so naturally your childhood meant being around Charles a lot. From a very young age you knew you had a crush on Charles, who wouldn't? Your families had always been aware of yours' and Charles' blossoming relationship, but Charles always gently shut down the thought of you getting together, using the excuse that he was older than you (only by 2 years). You had remained close friends, and when Charles started traveling more and more due to F1, you also became close friends with his brother Arthur. Arthur had always known you craved Charles more than you let on, more than anyone else in the family. He was always the one to comfort you whenever Charles had shut you down, or whenever you saw a new girl on Charles' arms in every country he visited.

When you were 22, and Charles was 24, thriving in his career, things changed between the 2 of you.

The Leclerc family had invited you and yours to their house for the annual Christmas dinner. It was a lavish dinner with the fanciest foods and the most expensive wines. You made sure to dress as sexy as you could, hoping to make an impression on the one you love. Yes, you can easily say you are in love with Charles. You opted for a satin white dress that hugged all your curves in the right places. Your heels were a high as the sky. Your hair was curled and pinned in a way that made you look stunning and your makeup was simple yet beautiful. You know you looked like a million bucks. To give you a boost of confidence, you decided to forego any panties or a bra. You boobs held the dress perfectly, and you couldn't wait to see Charles' reaction. You were no more the young Y/N, too young for him. You were now a beautiful woman, ready to take her step into the world.

As you entered the Leclerc residence in the heart of Monaco, your eyes quickly searched for him. You hadn't seen him for 6 months, him busy with F1, and you had started a new internship that was in Nice.

You heard him before you saw him, but before you could react and even look around for him, someone pulled you and whisked you away to a quiet place.

'Arthur, what are you doing' you whispered.

Arthur looked at you with sad eyes, he looked scared to even say anything.

After a few seconds of raising your brows at him, he finally started -

'Y/N, maybe we should just ditch the party and go out somewhere. We can have a nice dinner and then hit up a club with some friends.'

Confused, you questioned him again. 'why would we do that? Your parents are throwing an amazing party so why would we just up and leave to go someplace else?'

'It's...it's..-' he stammered. 'Charles. He's here with a girl. Alex.'

Your heart started to heat faster. You didn't know what to make of that. You certainly weren't prepared to see another girl on Charles' arms tonight. Not when you haven't even spoken to him for a few months, and not when you made an effort to get noticed by him, only for him not even give you a second glace.

'That doesn't mean its ok for us to leave the party. Your mum would be very upset with us' you said.

Arthur continued to look at you with a worried face.

'I'll be okay' you lied.

He simply nodded his head and took your hand, leading you back to the living room where everyone was mingling.

As soon as you entered the room you eyes found his. He flashed you his signature smile, dimples showing, eyes crinkling. You felt your heart start to beat faster. Maybe you should have taken Arthur's offer to leave. You felt him squeeze you hand, to let you know he was there for you. And you were grateful for that.

Charles and who you assumed to be Alex, made their way over to where you were standing. 'Y/N' Charles sweetly said, kissing both your cheeks and pulling you into a hug. Your body felt frozen, out of place. This was your Charles, your friend first and foremost, yet you felt like you were meeting him for the first time. 'Charles, how are you?' you managed to smile. 'All well. Oh, this is Alex by the way' he said, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the room. He wasn't wrong. She was beautiful. So beautiful in fact. Her slim figure wore a lovely dress and her long hair looked so soft. You managed another smile. 'It's lovely to meet you.' Charles turned to you 'and this is Y/N, one of my first best friends.' Alex kissed both your cheeks in greeting.

You spent the rest of of the evening mingling with different people. Family members of the Leclercs, friends, when finally Joris, a very good friend of both you and Charles found his way to you. 'All okay?' He asked.

'Yep, all good. Actually getting a bit tired. I have an early drive back to Nice tomorrow to fetch some of my stuff. My internship is over so I'll be back in Monaco for a while'

'That's great. It will be nice to have to back. I miss our catchups' he smiled.

Hearing him say that made you think of the memories you had growing up alongside him and Charles. You always had the best time with them. Only now you couldn't imagine making yourself available to tag alone with them, especially with Alex at Charles' side.

'I need some air,' you croaked out and walked away.

You made your way to the back garden, desperate for some fresh air to breathe. It felt like you were holding your breath the whole evening.

As soon as you stepped outside you immediately regretted it. There was Charles. With this tongue down Alexs' throat. Hand up her dress. You wanted to be sick. This was one thing you could have gone without seeing tonight. It all happened in a matter of seconds. You hoped they didn't hear your heals clanking on the bricks. But they did. Charles' eyes immediately widened at seeing you.

'Y/N' he smiled and let go of Alex. ' I was hoping we could spend some time together. I'd love for you Alex to get to know each other better.'

What was he playing at? He knew you had a 'crush' on him, so why the fuck would he want you and his girlfriend to be friends.

'Oh, sorry for interrupting, I was just one my way out' you muttered, hoping he would shut up and leave you. You started making a beeline for your car, when he ran after you.

'Y/N what is this. You hardly talk to me for months, you somewhat ignore me all evening, and then you don't even attempt to get to know Alex better.'

By now you were fuming. You were hurt for sure, but angry.

'I have a busy life too, you know. You're busy traveling around the world, but I'm not sat here waiting to message or call you every second of the day. You could have tried to contact me too. But it all makes sense now. Alex is keeping you even busier that you can't even check up on a friend or congratulate her for graduating and getting an internship.'

'Oh yeah, it all comes down to Alex.' He scoffed. What? That was what he took away from your whole rant?

'Why can't you just be happy for me that I found someone and I'm in love?'

You felt tears start to sting you eyes.

He continued 'At least i can keep a partner and not have them cheat on me'

That was a dagger to you heart. He knew how broken you were when your ex cheated on you, then broke up with you, as if you had done something wrong. Arthur was away at the time, so it was Charles who comforted you. To have him throw those words to you, you didn't know who he was anymore.

'I need to go' you whispered as you walked past him to your car and drove off.

It was so surprise that you struggled to sleep that night. Arthur had texted, asking where you disappeared to. You told him you wanted to get enough sleep before your drive to Nice tomorrow.

You thought back at the night. It definitely didn't go the way you thought it would. But more so you were disappointed in the way Charles was towards you. Where was the boy who made you laugh, who showed you an endless amount of respect, who gave you flutters of hope every time he smiled at you. Today he only broke your little heart.

As you were deep in thought, your phone lit up and the noise of a new message. Your heart skipped a beat at the name that popped up

'CLC'

'Y/N, i apologize for my behavior tonight. You did not deserve all those things I said to you. I hope you find it in you to forgive me.'

Just as you finished reading that text, another one popped up:

'And i wish I told you in person - you looked absolutely beautiful tonight....goodnight..x'

You heart skipped a heat at reading that and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

'Thank you, Charles. Goodnight' was all you said back to him.

A few months had passed since that night. Charles was back to his traveling, and you'd exchanged a few texts here and there, and even Face-timed once after he won a race.

One Friday night in, alone at your house in Monaco, when your phone rang with an unknown caller ID.

'Hello?'

'Y/N.' You would recognize that voice anywhere

'Charles' you smiled. 'Are you ok? Why didn't you call me from your number?'

'I uh..forgot my phone at home. Yours was the only number i remembered. I'm out at a nightclub..I wondered if you are able to come and fetch me? I really need to talk to you.'

'Of course I'll come fetch you, but is everything ok?' you panicked. But secretly felt happy that he only remembered your number.

'Everything will be better when you're here' he said into the phone.

Not 15 minutes later and you were pulling into the nightclub he was at. You saw him sitting at the curb, surprised he wasn't with any friends or anyone. As you parked, you got out the car and made your way to him.

'Charles are you ok? Why are you sitting here alone? Have you been drinking?'

He smiled 'very little, can i drive?' he stood up and took the car keys from your hand. You followed him and sat in the passengers seat.

He started the car and backed out onto the street, you noticed he was going in the direction of his house.

The car ride was silent, until you started 'Hey, what's going on?'

He looked at you. His eyes bore into yours.

'Alex and I broke up'

Oh. Oh you weren't expecting that.

'Oh, im so sorry to hear that, Charles.' To be honest, you weren't sorry.

'I'm not' he said.

You didn't really know what to say back. It was silent for few more minutes until he started again:

'Breaking up with her made me realize something'

You looked to him, waiting for him to continue.

'It's you'

Wait what? What did he just say? What's 'you'?

'Y/N, I'm sorry. I've dragged you along for too long. Given you hope. False hope. Even though I was lying to myself. I've always had feelings for you. You're always going to be my annoying little best friend, but I couldn't help falling for you.'

I'm sorry, are you hearing this right? Charles is telling you he...likes you? What? You had no words, you weren't sure if you could even voice a word right now. So you stayed silent.

He parked the car at his apartment basement and turned his body towards you.

'I know this is a lot to take in right now. But i needed you to know. I've wanted to tell you since last summer, but never had the guts to. Too scared to hear you tell me you've moved on from me. But i cant hold it in anymore. I really really like you Y/N.'

You were shocked. All you could do was smile but then a doubt crept into your mind.

'if you've felt like this since summer, why did you start dating Alex for the most part of the year?' you asked. It just wasn't adding up for you.

He sighed. 'I started dating her to try and forget about you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you how i feel and be shut down by you, so i thought finding someone else was the solution. I tried to distance myself from you.'

You didn't know what to say. Charles took you hand and kissed your knuckles.

'I still want to be with you Charles. I don't think there will be a time where i don't want to be with you.' you smiled at him.

The pair of you quickly made your way to the elevator to get up to the apartment. Everything was happening quickly. Too quickly even. But you both were so caught up with everything that was said.

The two of you stepped into the elevator. Standing close together, but before the door could even close, Charles had pushed you against the wall. His lips ghosting over yours.

'Can I?' he asked.

You couldn't form a coherent thought or word to say. You simply nodded.

His lips crashed into yours. They were soft and plump, and tasted even more delicious than you ever imagined them to be. (and yes, you imagined what they would taste like....a lot). You both smiled into the kiss. It very quickly got heated. The both of you battling for dominance. In the end, Charles won, as you opened up your mouth to him. You felt him suck on your bottom lip, before his tongue slid into your mouth, and explored you as if there was gold to find. Eventually he pulled back when the elevator dinged. You smiled at each other and walked rather quickly to his door.

As soon as the door was shut behind you, Charles scooped you up and carried you to his bedroom. He lowered you to his bed and began peeling his shirt off. All you could do was stare. Sure you had seem him shirtless before, but this was a whole new ballgame. Charles was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. But he also wore a smirk, that had you wrapped around his little finger.

You took that as a new found confidence, and slowly shimmied out of your dress, completely forgetting you were alone at home before he called, and you weren't wearing any underwear.

Charles' eyes widened and you gasped, but quickly his eyes darkened, and all you could see was lust. Lust for you.

He pulled you flush against himself 'so fucking beautiful, i don't know why i waited this long to see you like this'

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his words. The two of you started kissing again. A dirty, sloppy kiss with teeth and tongues clashing. He moved down to your neck and very quickly found your sweet spot. That earned him the sexiest moan from you. 'Fuck' he muttered. He gently laid you down on his mattress and opened your legs up. You should have felt conscious, him staring into your most private parts, but you didn't. If anything, you felted so turned on. You'd dreamt about moments like this. To have your Charles look at your like this.

He started kissing a path up your thighs. Too slow for your liking. He was teasing you, and you both knew it. You moaned 'Charles please' and he smirked. He very quickly realized he would never tire of hearing you beg for him.

Suddenly without warning, his tongue licked a strip up your cunt. You were speechless, you couldn't even breathe properly. In no time he found your clit, sucking and pulling at it with this mouth, earning more and more moans from you. This is what you call eating your girl out. He was a professional. If it were an Olympic sport, he would win gold. Double gold even. The feeling was incredible. The noises in the room were obscene. All it took was a few minutes until you came crashing down. Charles made sure to lick up all of your warm juices, leaving nothing behind.

'So delicious Mon amour'

The nickname made your heart flutter. You grabbed his hair gentle and bought his face up to yours to kiss him. You could still taste your saltiness in his mouth. While kissing, you felt his fingers find your pussy. He slowly started rubbing circles on your clit. He kept getting close to your entrance, then moved his fingers further away. You gave him a groan 'Charles' you said breathlessly. ''What do you want Y/N.' He was smirking again.

He continued his movements, but still didn't give you what you wanted. You continued to groan, getting so worked up. 'You need to tell me what you want Y/N' Fuck this man is going to be the end of you, and is he really making you beg after making you wait practically your whole life for this day?

'Finger Charles, use your fingers, fuck'

And without a second thought the thrust two fingers at once. You both moaned in unison. You at the incredible feeling of his fingers hitting the right spots, him at the how tight you were.

You came a second and third time. Breathless, yet still needing more. You needed to feel him. In your mouth and in your cunt.

You slowly pushed him onto his back and climbed onto of him.

He took your boobs into his hands and started massaging them and pinching your pebbled nipples. 'Fuck Charles' you said as you felt him bring his lips closer and quickly take your one nipple into his mouth while he still played with the other. Once he had enough time with your boobs, you shimmied you way down his body and peeled off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, smacking his stomach. He looked so painfully hard. But oh so beautiful.

'My turn to taste you' you cooed. Charles flashes you his signature smile with his dimples. 'You don't have to-' 'I want to' you interrupted him.

You took him in your hands. No surprise he was thick. And long. And there was a vein at the side that made everything that much hotter. What Charles did next sent a jolt of electricity to your core. He bent forward and let his spit dangle from his mouth down to his dick. If you weren't horny before, you definitely were now. You'd never seen anything hotter in your 24 and a half years on earth. 'Fuck me' you muttered. 'Well, that is the plan' he replied.

You lowered you mouth to take his cock inside it. Obviously, you couldn't fit all of him in, so your hand took care of the rest. You slowly licked a stripe up his shaft and suck the tip of him into your mouth. His pre-cum was already so delicious, you couldn't wait to get more.

'Hmm' you looked up to see his eyes roll to the back of his head, as he pulled your hair out of your face and held it behind your head.

'Fuck Y/N, you take me so well. You're fucking amazing at this' he muttered as you started to bob your head up and down, gagging slightly as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

'Fuck, im close Y/N'

'Come for me Charles, let go for me' and with that you tasted him. Salty and warm, and oh so delicious.

He bought you up to sit on his lap again, kissing you again for what felt like hours. Until he heard his phone ringing. Whining, you climbed off him so he could take the call. It was Arthur, you heard him speak in french 'Charles? Do you know where Y/N is? I've tried calling and texting her but she's not answering.' 'Charles had to keep a giggle in. I saw her at the club earlier, she said she was spending the night at her friends.' They're probably already sleeping, they got quite drunk' he said while sending you a wink. 'Ah okay' said Arthur, 'I wanted to invite her for Charlottes' birthday lunch tomorrow, you're coming right? It will just be the 4 of us and Enzo.' Yes, we''l be there...I mean..I'll be there' Charles said holding in a laugh. 'Great, see you tomorrow' Arthur said as he ended the call.

'How am i going to be in the same room as you and keep my hands to myself?' Charles said quickly. You could only laugh as he pulled you back into his lap, resuming his activities of kissing you as deep as he could.

You started to grind on him, and when you heard a string of french words leave him mouth, you finally, finally lifted yourself up and sank down on him. It felt like you were made for each other. He filled you so perfectly. You mind went blank, all you could think about was your Charles, finally coming home to you. He started meeting you halfway, lifting himself up and thrusting into you, as hard as he could. The room was filled more obscene noises, pants, breath, moans and swear words from the both of you. 'M close, Charles' you managed to say.

He quickly found your clit with his fingers and within seconds you came for a 4th time in one night. Your bundle of nerves were so sensitive, but you still couldn't get enough of him.

He slid out of you and switched positions. This time you were on all fours, and he slammed into you with no warning. 'Fuck, so tight, so fucking tight me ma belle' he panted.

'Charles, i'm close' you muttered, surprised your 5th orgasm was rolling around so quickly.

'Wait for me cherie' he said as he fucked harder and harder into you. By know you legs were shaking, and he had to hold you upright to balance you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and in unison, you both came undone.

You both stayed in that position for a while, catching your breaths, until he slowly slid out of you causing the two of you to let out a groan. He quickly ran to his bathroom and came back with a warm cloth and wiped you down, leaving you feather kisses all over.

When he returned again, he climbed into the bed beside you can pulled you to his side. 'I know everything is happening rather quickly, but Y/N i want you to know i am serious about you. I've known you for a very long time and every single part of your being, inside and out, is incredible. I love you.'

You eyes started tearing up upon hearing that. You've wanted to hear those words since you found out what a 'crush' is or what 'feelings' are. You snuggled closer to him and kissed his nose. 'I love you too Charlie.' You fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up slightly confused with where you were. Until the memories came crashing down. You tried to hide your smile before turning around in the strong arms that were around you. He was still asleep, slightly snoring. He looked as beautiful as ever, and you couldn’t believe he was yours. You took in his appearance. He had a soft smile, dimples peaking out, a good tan and the hottest jawline ever. You quickly pecked his nose as he started shuffling. His eyes flew open and within a second those dimples came to life. He gave you the biggest boyish grin and pulled you impossibly closer.

‘Good morning mom amour’ he whispered.

‘Good morning my love’

‘We’ve got lunch with the family today, care to join?’ He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You threw him a genuine smile, secretly hoping more days like this would come.

Instead of saying anything, you kissed him. Hard and deep, and he kissed you back. He rolled onto you and removed your (his) tshirt.

Charles started meddling with your boobs, pinching your nipples and earning a moan from you.

‘I’ll never get tired of hearing that my love. It’s so fucking sexy’

To hear him say than in his raspy morning voice turned you on even more. Yes, you definitely were sensitive from last night, but you craved so much more.

Before you could continue, an idea popped into Charles’ head. He suddenly stopped his movements and swiftly removed himself from on top of you, got up and walked to the bathroom, stripping his boxers on the way. Shocked, you looked on. What is he doing you thought. He popped his head out a few seconds later.

‘Coming? Or non’.

You’ve never got out of bed faster than right now.

He had the shower turned on and once the water was nice and hot, you both stepped in. He started to shampoo your silky hair, massaging you, earning moans from you. You did the same to him in return. Suddenly your back hit the cold tiles and Charles knelt down in front of you, opening your legs. You held onto his hair, knowing what was coming. Only it wasn’t what you expected. You thought his mouth would be on you. But he angled the shower head to your most sensitive parts. You gasped as you felt the water spray on your clit. Charles gave you his signature smirk before adding his tongue, AND FINGERS to the mix.

You mind could form no coherent thoughts. You could barely hold your body up. Luckily Charles and his strong arms held you in place. He soon placed the shower head back in place and added two more fingers to you.

‘Y/N you look so fucking hot right now. Definitely a sight for sore eyes’

All you could do was nod.

As Charles felt you getting close, he stood up and replaced his fingers with his painfully hard cock. The stretch was a bit of a sting at first, but when he started pumping in and out of you, the pleasure made it all worth it. He was fucking into you harder than you’d ever had it before.

‘Fuck, Charles’ was all you could say. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’

He smiled, ‘I am fucking you mon amour. You’re taking me so well. So tight and needy for my thick dick’ he muttered, almost to himself.

Within minutes your legs were shaking and your warm cum released from you. You wanted to taste him again, so as soon as you knew he was close, you made him slide out of you and you got on your knees. Taking him as deep into your mouth as you could. Pumping what you couldn’t fit with your hands, and massaging his balls. No sooner than I minute later you could taste his deliciousness and he moaned and praised you for your activities.

You stood up and kissed him again. You could kiss him forever, as you felt his hands massaging your ass.

‘Charles I really am sore now, no more sex for a loooong while’ you said.

He laughed ‘as if. Let’s see who breaks first’

‘Is that a challenge? Let’s see who can’t keep their hands off the other at lunch later’ you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

‘Deal' he said with a smirk.

You needed to go home to change since it was already 11.30 and the lunch was for 12.15. You'd decided with Charles that he would drive the pair of you to the lunch. And if anyone raises eyebrows at the fact you came together, he would say you talked about it at the club last night.

You opted for mini summer dress that ended just above your knees, and paired it with a pair of wedges. Charles wore a simple white cotton button up and some shorts - it was just a casual lunch, nothing fancy.

As he parked the car at the restaurant, he turned to you and stopped your movements of getting out of the car. The next thing you felt were his lips on yours surely leaving a bruise. It was hard and rough, his tongue exploring your mouth once again.

Breathlessly, you both pulled away, smiling at each other.

'Just needed something to keep me going through lunch, since i can't even touch you, and until i get you back home to ruin you all over again' he said.

You felt your cheeks get red and you heart beat faster. Not knowing what you say, you smiled and sent him a wink, before climbing out of his pista.

Walking up to the table, everyone's eyes was on the two of you.

'Did you guys come together?' Lorezno asked.

'Yep,' you said, looking at Charles who had his shades on, the sneaky bugger.

'We saw each other at the club last night and decided to come together' he said back.

'Okay, Y/N, where have you been? You hair looks like its just been through a room full of fans' Arthur said, showing you a smirk. He knew something fishy was going on.

'Oh i had the window down in the pista, thats it' you said back.

Of course the only two chairs that were left were next to eachother, which meant the lunch would be 10x more difficult for you to keep your hands away from him.

'Happy Birthday Charlotte', you said kissing her cheeks and gifting her a stunning bouquet of flowers. 'I hope Enzo is spoiling you today,' you said sending a wink to Enzo.

So far the lunch was going well. Everyone was in conversation with each other and it was nice to catch up with Charlotte after a long time. The food and drinks were flowing nicely.

Nicely, until you felt somebody's hand creep up your legs, almost touching your most sensitive parts. You jumped in surprise, and started coughing, having to blame your wine go down the wrong hole. As you settled down again, it came back. This time you had to keep your blush at bay, and you sent Charles a pleading look. All he did was smirk at you, before removing his hand.

Two can play at the game you thought, as you sneakily bought you hand to rest on his bulge, feeling his dick grow hard as rock under your touch. He could barely even concentrate on what Arthur was saying, let alone engage in the conversation.

When he was sure no one was looking, he bought his lips to your ear and said 'behave, mon amour, or you'll be sorry later'

Just the thought of later caused you to squeeze your thighs shut together to release the ache between them.

'We're thinking of taking the yacht out after lunch, to watch the sunset. Care to join?' Enzo said looking at you and Charles.

You wanted to say no. To say you had someplace else to be. But they would surely notice Charles missing as well.

'Of course' you replied, while Charles gave you an annoyed look.

Some time later, all of you were out on the yacht. It was a beautiful day to be out on the waters, and you were glad you decided to come. Although you also wish you were tucked away in yours' or Charles' apartment with him inside you. Thinking about that only turned you on, and for the past 30 minutes you were having difficulty focusing on anything other than Charles and his fingers and his tongue and his dick.

A few more friends had joined your group, and Charles was currently sitting opposite you, sending what you could only describe as heart eyes in you direction. You tried to tell him to stop, but he wouldn't.

The sun was set and the sky was getting darker. Some were in the water enjoying the coolness of the water while others were just lounging around.

You decided you need some air, so you went to the other side of the boat and climbed to the bottom of the steps where the boat met the water, and dunked your feet in. It was nice and relaxing, until someone decided to join you.

'Having fun? Or would you rather be fucking' he smirked at you.

'Oh my god Charles' you whispered. 'You cant say things like that out loud. And get away from here. Its hard not being able to jump you as it is'

'Relax, amour. Everyone is in the water on the other side of the boat' he said as he slowly got into the water himself, and settled between you legs.

The last 24 hours had honestly been a dream Everything you've ever wanted had come true and you couldn't be happier.

'Are you ok, love?' Charles asked as he caught you deep in thought.

All you could do was smile and lean forward, bringing your lips to his.

It was a gentle kiss. Not heated like before. Just a gentle embrace between two people who love each other.

'i love you'' he whispered

'I love you too, my Charlie'

Things quickly took a turn as he started to slide your bikini bottoms down from under your dress.

Before you could process what was happening or worry about the others, you felt Charles gently push into you. To say the feeling was incredible was an understand.

'Fuck, mon cherie' he whispered. 'You feel so good' he said as he started to set a faster pace. You braced yourself, holding onto his shoulders, playing with his hair, moaning into his ear. Trying to be as quiet as you could.

Nothing was gentle anymore. Charles was slamming into you. Fucking into your cunt. Hitting all the right places.

'Charles' you moaned. 'I'm close'. 'Let go princess, but be quiet, unless you want the others to find me fucking you here' he whispered, smiling at you.

'Fuck' was all you could say. You were incredibly sore but you couldn't get enough at the same time.

Within minutes you reached your peak. It was so intense that you couldn't hold yourself together. Charles literally had to carry you into the water, to support you, as well as chase his own high.

'Merde' he gasped as you finally felt him splutter into you.

'You are so amazing, I cant get enough of you' he whispered as he peppered your face in open-mouthed kisses.

You could hear some voices getting closer to where the two of you were, so you quickly separated yourself from Charles and sat back on the step.

'Oooooh, whats going on here?' Arthur and Charlotte said as the approached you and Charles.

'Nothing, just chilling' you said, although your feet were inside of Charles shorts, playing with his willy, but the others' couldn't see that

Arthur gave you raised eyebrows. 'ooookay, well we are heading back now, just wanted to let you know. As he turned on his heel and pulled a confused Charlotte behind him.

'He so knows we're fucking. He knows me too well. And he knows you' you told Charles as he started getting out of the water.

He suddenly gave you a shocked look.

'What?' you almost jumped up because of the way he was looking at you.

'I took your bikini bottoms off of you and i think i let them go in the water' he said, barely holding in his laughter.

'Oh my god Charles, im wearing an almost see-through dress, and that was my favorite bikini' you said pouting.

'I'll buy you a new one amour. and wrap my towel around you. Whatever is under that dress is only to be seen by me, no one else' he said as he helped you on your feet and guided you back towards where the others were.

'Need a ride home?' Arthur asked you quietly. You felt your cheeks heating up. How could you say no without giving away the fact that your were fucking his brother?

'Um-' you started, but Charles quickly interrupted you.

'Y/N, do you still need me to take a look at the thing wrong with your car?'

Life saver.

'Yes please, if you don't mind.'

You looked at Arthur. All he did was smile and mutter 'okay'

'Thanks for the save''' you giggled to Charles as you both got settled in his pista again.

'No problem, babes'

You made a face. You weren't used to being called babes, or babe, especially by Charles, so to hear him say that made you wet. So wet. As if you've had a dry spell for the last 24 hours.

There was a sudden shift in the mood on the way back to your apartment.

'What's got you thinking so hard' you asked as you observed Charles.

He smiled a gentle smile. 'I know everything is happening really quickly, and I wouldn't change it for the world.. But i've realised i dont want to be away from you. At all times. I know that sounds crazy, because i travel so much, and although i would love for you to join me at every race, I can't expect you to leave home and work all the time. Don't get me wrong, i would gladly have you with me 24/7 if it’s something you wanted’ he paused. You waited for him to continue.

He looked at your with eyes that held so much love ‘join me for the triple header.’

You kept silent, rewarding him with a smile.

‘We just got together, and I don’t think I can go 3 whole weeks without seeing you’ he whispered.

‘Charles, I’d love to’ you gushed. Leaning forward and pecking his cheek as he showed you a full dimpled smile.

‘Mom amour’ he said softly, almost to himself.

Two days later (and A LOT of sex later) you and Charles were on a private plane to Austin. Arthur had joined you as well. You nor Charles had told him anything, just the shit-eating grin he had told you both that he knew everything.

As Charles had drifted off to sleep on the long flight, Arthur came to sit next to you.

‘Y/N, I am so happy that you finally got what you wanted. I don’t know how it happened’ he made a face ‘nor do I want to know’ he winked ‘but I’m happy. For the both of you.’ He spoke in French.

‘Thank you Arthur, and thank you for always standing by me. I appreciate you’ you said as your hugged him.

You’d arrived in Austin the day before media activities were to take place. Charles told you he wanted to take you out for an ‘Official first date’ in his words.

He wouldn’t tell you where he was talking you - all he said was ‘dress smart, as you always do’.

This time, you opted for a midi black dress that had a sexy slit on the side. You paired it with a stunning pair of black heels and decided on an up-do for your hair.

As Charles waited for you in the living room of your suite, he nearly choked on his breathe upon seeing you.

‘You know, maybe we should skip dinner. Just go straight to dessert’ he cussed in French as he approached you.

‘Charles! No. I’m very hungry and you owe me a ‘date’’ you told him.

‘Fine, but I might get arrested for public indecency’ he scoffed behind you as your closed your hotel door.

Of course, he rented a Ferrari for your time in Austin. As you settled in the car, his left hand graced your thigh the whole way to the restaurant. He tried, but failed, to get his fingers to enter your lacy panties.

Dinner was amazing. He really picked well. You chatted about everything and nothing at the same time.

Just as your were finishing actual dessert, an idea popped into your head. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You don’t know where the confidence came from, you quickly removed your panties and scrunched them up in your hand. You topped up on your lipstick, and walked back to Charles with some swagger. He smiled as he saw you approach him. You held out your hand as he opened his to take what you were giving him.

When he checked what you gave him, his eyes widened in surprise.

‘Merde’ he muttered. You quickly noticed he was very ansty from then on. Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself.

Needless to say, Charles couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel. He fucked you in the car. Or rather- he made you ride him. It’s safe to say it was the hottest sex the two of you had had til today. The way his dick filled you up was no joke, especially with the limited space to move around. You were flush against him. Your nipple was in his mouth. His fingers were playing your clit. You were pulling his hair, surely leaving marks on his neck. It was hot. You moaned in unison as you came while he still slammed his thick cock into you. A few seconds later ‘fuck Y/N I’m cuming’

You stayed in your positions as you both caught your breathe. Gently kissing each other. Just as your lifted yourself up to let Charles pull out, he ordered you to open your mouth.

‘Open your pretty mouth Cherie’ he whispered. But not softly. It was harsh. You did as you were told, as Charles let his spit dangle from his mouth down into yours. The things this man comes up with. He is incredible.

Back at the hotel, you came a second, third and fourth time. This time though, not only from his cock, but from his tongue, fingers and wait for it-the shower head combo again.

Austin was an amazing race for Charles, and so was Mexico. It all came down to Brazil.

As you entered the paddock with Charles (not as a couple, yet) you couldn’t help but feel excited.

That quickly changed as you both entered the Ferrari garage and saw a familiar face. One you hoped you wouldn’t see so soon. You froze next to Charles, as you felt his face keep switching between you and the woman before you. She came up to you both and hugged him. But what caused you to shiver was the way her fingers ruffled through his hair. And he let her. You just looked at he both of them. It was like he forgot you were right beside him or something.

‘Y/N’ he started but before he could continue, you walked away. You needed some air. What is his ex doing here. Why did he let her touch him like that.

You walked through the paddock until you found a secluded area that hardly had any people. You sat down and tried to calm your breathing.

Maybe you read the whole situation. Maybe he was playing a game with you. But at the same time, he told you he loved you.

You stayed away for the remainder of the day. Charles and Arthur had called you multiple times but you told them you just need space as you returned to the hotel.

Quality was a disaster for Charles. He was started P10 for the race. You didn’t want to add to his problems because you knew he would be beating himself up for doing so bad, but at the same time your life and relationship was no joke.

He walked into your room around 7pm to find you sitting on the couch staring at the tv. He could tell you had being crying.

‘Y/N, please let me explain. What you saw was nothing. I don’t even know why or how she even was there. I guess I didn’t pull away because I was just as shocked as you were. But please believe me there is absolutely nothing going on between us. The last time I spoke to her was two weeks before we got together. I love you and only you. No-one can tell you otherwise’ he said as he sat next to you and took your hand into his.

You felt him wipe away a few tears you didn’t know were even falling.

He took your face in your hands and gentle caressed it.

‘I’m sorry if I over-reacted, but it was so hard to see the two of your together again. You sobbed into him and he hugged you.

‘And I’m sorry I caused you more stress, for not doing well in quail’

‘Whatever’ he said. ‘You will always be first’ he kissed your forehead.

Tonight was the first night since you got together that you hadn’t had some sexual activities with Charles. You just cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next few weeks went in a blur. Things were good with Charles, and before you knew it, it was time for the Leclerc's annual Christmas party again.

As you walked into their house hand in hand, you couldn't help but think back to a year ago. You were still pining over Charles, and he was pining over someone else. But that was then. This time, you were still pining for him, but he was yours, and finally, he was actually pining for you.

He took you up to his childhood bedroom before attacking your lips with his.

'Char,' you tried to say but he quickly swallowed your words by sticking his tongue down your throat.

'Shhhh, lets just be in the moment,' he said as he started to unzip your dress from the back.

You shimmied out of it while he got rid of his own clothes. He was not surprised to find out without any underwear.

'My girl' he smiled as he carried you to his bed and gently laid you down.

He opened your legs to find you like Niagra Falls. Juices already spilling out of you.

Confused, he looked at you.

'Are you already this wet, for me?'

'I'm always wet for you Char, you just found out sooner rather than later tonight'

He flashed you his dimpled-smile.

'I love you, and your juice, baby'

You didn't have time to say it back. He attacked your pussy with his lips. Licking and sucking, eventually sinking two fingers.

'Oh Charles, yes' you panted as you grabbed onto his bed sheets , trying to suppress your moans so no-one would hear what the two of you were up to. He continued his slaughter until you were practically shaking and whimpering underneath him.

'Fuck me' was all you could say as he bought his lips up to yours, pulling you in for a messy kiss. Cum and spit certainty ruining your makeup.

'That's the plan, amour' he said as you rolled him over so now your ass was sitting his obnoxiously large dick. You made out with him some more until you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to feel him in you.

You didn't even take off his pants or boxers properly - you practically pulled his dick out and wasting to time, you sank down on him.

Groaning in unison, Charles sat up and moved the two of you to the end of the bed. His mouth latched onto your boobs while he met up halfway to fuck into you. Once again, the room was filled with obscene sounds - bodies slamming into each other. Juices squeezes between the two of you, Charles' mouth sucking on your nipples, you panting and trying to catch a breath, moaning, and a splutter of french curses leaving his mouth.

Just as you were reaching you high, both your bodies' froze.

''Charles,' his mother knocked on his door. 'Are you inside?' she asked.

As much as you wanted , no needed, to moan, you couldn't hold back a giggle into Charles' neck.

'Yes maman, I'll be down just now' he tried, hoping she would leave.

But of course, she didn't.

'I really need to talk to you, I'm coming in' he said, oblivious to the fact that her son was fucking into his childhood friend-now girlfriend- like there was no tomorrow.

'NO! maman' but it was too late.

She walked in, to find you sat on her childs' lap, boobs in his face, while Charles looked at her with wide eyes. You, you couldn't find the courage to look back at her, so you simply hid your face in Charles' neck.

The room was silent for two seconds until Pascale finally came to terms to what she walked in on'.

'Oh my god, Charles, OH MY GOD Ý/N' she shut her eyes. 'I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything' she all but screamed, while Charles was still in pure shock, neither of you comprehending what was happening.

'Oh wow, I've waited for this day for so long. Oh no, not like that. I mean I've waited for the two of you to FINALLY accept your love for one another.' You and Charles both stayed silent. What is happening right now?

'When neither of you said anything, again, Pascale whispered, rather loudly, ' You know I think I'm gonna go now. I'll leave you two. But please don'' be long, we've got a dinner to host.' and with that she closed the door.

'Fuck me'

'I....wow. I have no words' he stared at you, heart still racing from getting caught.

You laughed into his shoulder.

Slowly, he started a good rhythm again.

'Fuck, Y/N, you don't know what you do to me' he said through gritted teeth, still making you bounce up and done his shaft.

'Char I'm close, please' you moaned into his ear as his thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles and within seconds you came undone, walls clenching around his dick.

'Merde' he all but shouted as he felt himself spill into you, both your bodies shaking from the high.

You slowly felt your movements come to a halt. Content to just give yourselves a few minutes to come back to earth.

Little giggles filled the air as you both recounted the events of the last 20 or so minutes.

'I don't know how I'm gonna look at your mum again' you shyly told Charles.

'I don't know how the fuck I'm going to. I really hope she hasn't told anyone what she walked in on. We'd never hear the end of it' he said giggling back to you.

You quickly cleaned yourselves up and made yourselves look presentable again.

Hand in hand you walked back downstairs, just in time for the arrival of the other dinner guests. You parents included.

Pascale just smiled at you and Charles whenever she made eye contact with the two of you.

The evening was filled with good food, good wine, dancing and a lot of curious eyes.

As the night was coming to an end, you and Charles bid farewell to everyone and drove off in his pista.

'Well that was an eventful evening' you cooed to him.

The roads were quiet at this time of the night-or early morning. He stopped at the side of the road and got out of the car.

He walked around your side and helped you out the pista. You took a short walk to the edge of the hill, and overlooked Monaco-how beautiful she looked all lit up.

'It's beautiful' you whispered, more to yourself, as Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind.

'It is, not more beautiful than you though, mon amour' he said as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled as you held onto his hands and squeezed them.

'Move in with me' he suddenly said. We already spend almost ALL of our time together, either at your place or mine, so why not make it permanent' he said, kissing your cheek again.

You couldn't smile a bigger smile.

'Char, I'd love that' you said, turning around so you could give him a proper kiss this time. Nothing sexual, just pure love. You ended sitting on a near by bench, just basking in each others presence and the love you had for one-another.

Things had progressed well from then-on.

You'd moved in with Charles, graced each and every corner of his apartment with unbelievably good sex, attended as many races as you could. And before you know it your one year anniversary was coming up, when you'd be in Belgium for the GP.

You were due to join Charles in Belgium in a few days.

But today you woke up feeling man down. You met Carmen, George's girlfriend for lunch but halfway through you had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and be sick.

Must be something you ate, you thought.

Wrong.

You were so wrong.

Carmen lightly suggested you take a pregnancy test, then it hit you. It was no secret that you and Charles had A LOT of sex. A lot of unprotected sex. You were both clean, and you were on birth control. But you should have realized sooner that its not always going to do its job to the max, especially with the amount you fucked. And now that you think out it, you have been feeling low of energy the whole week.

'Shit' you muttered to yourself. You and Charles hadn't really talked about when you'd have kids. It was more of a 'yes, we definitely want kids, in the future.' Not near future.

Carmen drove you to the pharmacy and picked up a few different brands of tests just to make sure they were consistent. Back home, she waited for you in the lounge, while you took the tests.

By now you were hyperventilating. What if they come out to be positive and Charles doesn't want it at this point of his life? What if he pushes you away too?

'Okay, calm down,' you told yourself. 'You'll be okay. You and Charles will be okay' you whispered.

You peed on the 3 sticks, and then came the waiting game. It felt like time was frozen.

The longest 3 minutes of your life, when your phone buzzed with a message from Charles: 'I can't wait to see you baby xx' That put a smile on your face and warmed you up a little bit.

Until you timer went off. Bracing yourself, you gave yourself another small pep-talk, and finally checked the tests.

Positive Positive Positive

'Pickles' you mumbled, but you couldn't keep a smile off your face.

You needed to figure out what to say to Charles. You needed to prepare yourself for happy tears or sad tears.

As you arrived in Belgium, two days later, it was also the day of your anniversary.

As soon as you got to your shared room with Charles that morning he had pulled you in and his lips were on yours instantly.

'You're finally here mon amour' he mumbled as his tongue fought yours for dominance.

'Happy Anniversary baby' you said as you pulled away and hugged him as tight as you could.

'Happy Anniversary Y/N, I love you more than life.'

His words warmed your nerves. There was no way there were going to be sad tears when you told him. Right? You could only hope and pray so.

Since media duties for the race only started tomorrow, the day started with a good round of lazy sex and a beautiful bouquet of flowers from your boyfriend. Charles then took you on an unofficial tour of the city. He'd been here for 4 GPs now, so he had a couple of his favorite spots that he wanted to show you.

You had a lovely lunch at a tapas bar and then the afternoon was filled with more touring. You were glad today was a better day and you weren't feeling so ill.

You'd decided to tell Charles the news after dinner tonight. To make it a bit special, you had a onesie made in red that had a picture of a Ferarri and 'Baby Leclerc' written on it.

Dinner was lavish. He took you to an expensive restaurant meaning you dressed extremely smart with a black satin dress that showed your curved off in the most delicious way. It was no doubt that you would forgo any underwear today. Although once you told him the news and shed happy tears, you would go and change into some teeny lingerie for him.

As you got back to the hotel room, you told Charles you needed to talk to him, just as he was about to pounce on you. He said the serious look in your face and immediately backed away. He got so worried so you had to reassure him that everything was fine and it was nothing bad.

You made him sit on the couch while you went to get his gift.

Handing him the gift bag he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He smiled and started to open it up.

By now your heart was pumping out of your body and you were shaking.

You bit your lip as he finally took the onesie out and looked at it, with a puzzled expression.

Then, he looked at your with wide eyes. You just gave him a smile.

Then his dimples flashed out at you. 'Y/N, is this for real? Are we actually having a baby?' he talked in quick French.

'Oui, we are, Charles'

He quickly pulled you in for the tightest hug.

'Oh my god, i can't believe it' he cooed in your neck.

Then he bought his hands down to your stomach and gently rubbed it, tears stinging his eyes and yours.

Pulling back, he had a brightest smile.

'Y/N you are such an incredible person. I can't tell you how happy you make me' he said, pulling you in again, this time for a kiss.

He breaks away to look that the onesie again, smiled growing impossibly bigger.

As you watched him, you wondered how you ever let yourself think Charles would be unhappy.

'I'll be back' you mumbled as you went to the bathroom to quickly change into your lacy black lingerie.

When you walked out and Charles looked you - let's just say he would die a happy man right now.

'Fuck me. What did i ever do to deserve you?' he said as he stood up and made a beeline to you.

He pushed you to the bathroom door and kissed you. He kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Full of passion. Full of love. And full of lust.

You opened your mouth to him and he explored all of your mouth, sucking into your bottom lip before giving you a small bite.

Quickly though, he removed himself from your hold and lowered down to his knees. He touched you stomach again and started talking.

'Hi baby, it's you daddy here.' he whispered, pecking your tummy.

'Mummy is keeping you safe, and i can only hope you turn out to be as amazing as she is. I love you so much, even though i just learnt about you not 10 minutes ago' kissing you stomach again.

You giggled at his words before pulling him to stand up again.

'He, or she, is only the size of a a grape right now' you told him.

'Grape or orange, i love them all the same. And i love you Y/N, so much'

'i love you too, my Charlie. I am so incredibly happy right now. I could burst' you told him.

'Oh non, please don't burst now' he laughed before his lips were on yours again.

'Wait, is it safe for us to have sex? Oh my god we had sex this morning. Are you ok? Is the baby okay?'

You all but giggled. 'Of course its safe my love. Plus, i am incredibly horny'

He didn't need to be told twice. He scooped you off your feet and set yow down on the bed.

'Let me show you how much i love you. Oh and i'm definitely fucking you with this still on, but another day' he said, pointing towards your lingerie. He quickly removed it before settling himself between you legs, aiming himself at your cunt.

He licked a warm strip up your pussy before sucking on your clit.

'Oh Charles. Fuck. You're amazing' you moaned while tugging on his hair.

'Cherie, you are the amazing one. Merde' he whispered before sinking two fingers into you.

It didn't take long to reach your first orgasm. He continued to finger fuck before you tried to move away.

'Need to feel you in me, Charles. Please. Please fuck me'

'A bit eager today, are we?' he smirked

'You fucking better get used to it. These hormones are not playing anymore' you laughed as he settled his weight on you.

He gently slid in and set a slow pace.

'Charles?' 'Hmm?' ha answered.

'I said fuck me. Not make love to me'

And so he did. He slammed into you. Filling you up so perfectly.

'Y/N' he breathed. 'You're so tight. Clenching around me so nicely. Fuck'

His thumb found your clit and you cried out. Your orgasm fast approaching. Charles as well finished rather quickly today. His warm cum feeling better than ever.

As you slowed down and both came down from you high, he slowly slid out of you.

As you looked down on him you noticed something.

'Char, you're still so hard' you said with a shocked face.

'Y/N, you don't know how turned on i still am' he said, almost shyly.

'Oh my god, please fuck me again. But this time i want to taste you, so finish in my mouth' you said as you both quickly found your places again.

You certainly were sore and sensitive, but you still couldn't get enough of him.

In no time you were crashing down again.

'Fuck, Charles' you moaned into his ear.

You quickly felt him pull out and place his feet on the floor as you sat up and took his dick into your hands.

He held you hair out of your face as you took him into your mouth and started bopping your head up and down.

'Fuck Y/N. Yes baby. Fuck' he all but screamed as he emptied himself to the back of your throat.

You swallowed everything you could.

You both tried to catch you breath as he sat back down on the bed and took you into his arms.

You were so overwhelmed. Now, you were crying.

'Are you okay Y/N? Did i hurt you? Shit, I heard you'

He barely held in a laugh. 'No Char, you didn't. I'm just so happy. I love you and out life so much.'

He kissed your forehead.

'I've never been happier my baby'

He got up to get a cloth to clean you both up the settled back into bed.

He pulled you to his side and just cuddled you.

'I love you, and happy anniversary amour'

'Love you too Char. Happy anniversary''' you replied back.

He kissed you. Long and soft. And you both were so excited for the rest of our lives together.

THE END.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

[highladyandromeda]

Shadows of the Heart

Part 5

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After years apart, Y/n returns to Velaris, bearing the weight of sacrifice and secrets from her past. Reunited with Rhysand and his Inner Circle, she navigates the complexities of rekindled friendships and unresolved tensions. 

WC: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood, self-inflicted injury, a brief moment with unhealthy thoughts about body image (this is specifically marked with 1 star (*) at the start and 2 stars (**) at the end), unhealthy thoughts about pushing oneself too far

[Prologue], [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4]

Y/n was exhausted. 

She could feel her muscles ache as she dipped deeper into the bath the house had drawn for her. The smell of tuberose and neroli drifted up from the bubbles surrounding her, the perfectly warm temperature adding to the pleasant atmosphere.

Yet she couldn’t get herself to relax a drop. Come to training, they said…it’ll be fun, they said…what liars, she thought.

Who invites an injured and recent coma patient to train, at dawn no less? Isn’t this the bloody Night Court? Y/n fumed, why do they all wake up so early now?

A glass of wine appeared by her side as if the house sensed her irritation as well. 

Sighing she picked it up, and finished it immediately, a bottle appearing once she placed the glass down. She let out a laugh, wondering if she should feel offended that the house assumed her morale was so low. As if understanding her thoughts, a bottle of whiskey appeared and disappeared next to the wine, before a series of books dropped down. Judging by the titles and bits of conversation from last night, Y/n had a feeling the house was using a…tried and tested method of comforting raging females. 

And speaking of rage, she was quickly losing the high of recusing Mor and returning to Velaris. Yes, she was exhilarated to see her family thriving, but the duties she had would quickly catch up to her. Counting down, it had been nearly 3 weeks since she disappeared from Vallahan and the magic tower must be getting frantic now. Not to mention, Demetrius, who’s sure to assign her so much work, that she’d not have a chance to leave the tower once she’d returned, or Ryder, who’s definitely praying that she’s dead in a ditch somewhere. Y/n knew she could use the investigation for the cult, the same cult she felt poisoned Mor, as her cover, but that excuse could only hold for so long. 

Ugh. Stupid Rhys and his stupid bargains. She hoped Demetrius would receive her message fast enough, the only reason she forced herself to the training ring before sunrise. Her mediation session was a chance for her to send a holo projection to Demetrius’s office. The time-consuming aspect was not bypassing the wards of the house, which she should actually speak to Rhys about strengthening, but rather condensing her…situation and what she wanted him to do, as to expel the least amount of energy. Teleportation with blood meant her magic would take a longer time to recover. Besides, the last thing she needs is someone sensing her magical signature in the tower when she's been away for so long. 

Luckily, she was able to mask her communications from the IC with her subsequent spar, which she convinced herself was necessary. It wasn’t because the moment she locked eyes with Azriel, she had this urge, this desperate desire to know what it would be like to go one-on-one with him.

No, she only offered because she knew she could last as the participant of a spar, rather than give up control for exercises or obstacles which would reveal her current weaknesses. She refused to think further on how beautifully he moved and met all her strikes, and how pretty he looked under her–No, think Vallahan, magic tower, angry masters….

Just recounting it all was giving her a headache, Y/n thought, dunking her head underneath the water. She almost wishes it could swallow her whole right there, and give her a reprieve from this. 

She came back up gasping, water sloshing onto the floor. 

*Y/n grabbed a towel, standing up and deciding that she might go too far should she stay in there any longer. She faced the mirror while drying herself off, looking closely at how prominent her collarbones were and how her ribs hit out. She looked away, trying to bury the simultaneous discomfort and pleasure she felt, the same as the morning when she changed into her leathers and needed to tighten them with her magic. 

Y/n knew that she looked unhealthy and her magic could only take her so far if she let her body fail, but a voice at the back of her mind enjoyed the visuals, a lasting validation of her struggles. With her magic usually healing her immediately, Y/n rarely got the chance to convey her struggles, always pushing forward since it seemed the pain was never there in the first place. She briefly wondered if Azriel would understand, he seemed to know that sort of darkness, of both craving and despising it. **

Feeling a bit claustrophobic, she decided to step out onto a balcony before dinner, knowing that everyone would be there after she missed lunch. Though she could already feel her appetite disappearing at the thought of facing Amren and Nesta’s piercing gazes, not to mention Mor and Rhys’s overt concern. She raised a hand to her head, trying to rub away another impending headache before halting right at the balcony entrance. 

Mother above, Y/n felt herself freeze in horror, unable to look away from the smeared and dried runes. All in blood, all in her blood. No wonder she slept for so long if she kept losing even more blood after this she thought, a cold dread settling in her bones. 

Why is it still here…The thought that Rhys might hesitate to erase them, out of fear or respect, and that Amren and Nesta might see them as a curiosity to be studied, only deepened her sense of isolation. How could they not see the horror in what those runes represented?

The world began to tilt, a disorienting spiral that made her stomach churn. The vast sky above seemed to press down on her, the air growing thick and heavy, a physical force that threatened to crush her. 

"Are you okay?" The concern in the question was palpable, but it only served to startle her further.

Cauldron boil me, Y/n thought, spinning around so quickly her knees gave way beneath her. But before she could fall, strong, calloused hands steadied her, the familiar touch of shadows wrapping around her with an almost protective embrace. She didn't need to see his face to know who it was—the shadows were a signature she'd come to recognize.

"Y/n, are you alright? You seem faint," the voice came again, soft and concerned, lifting her gently until she was forced to meet his eyes—hazel orbs filled with a depth of concern and understanding that momentarily stilled the chaos within her.

It was a connection, fragile and fleeting, but in that instant, Y/n realized she wasn't as alone as she had felt. The shadows that enveloped her, the hands that steadied her—they were a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge of her own darkness.

She swore time stopped for a moment before she felt the hands around her quiver, his gaze drifting to the runes behind before her actions caught up to her. It was then that reality snapped back into focus for Y/n, prompting her to instinctively step back and slip out of his gentle grasp.

In her quick withdrawal, an attempt to shield her sudden vulnerability, she missed the fleeting look of disappointment that crossed Azriel's features. Y/n hurriedly filled the silence that had grown between them.

"We shouldn't keep them waiting" she announced, her voice carrying a forced lightness that couldn't quite mask the disquiet lurking beneath. Her smile, tentative and fleeting, was an attempt to hide the depth of her unease from Azriel’s perceptive gaze.

Dinner was a silent affair, the burning stares and questions on Y/n waiting to reach the surface, especially after her display earlier that morning. 

Each forkful of food echoed louder than usual until Amren, with her characteristic bluntness, pierced the quiet. "Y/n, the blood magic you used before...how did you know about it? "

Cassian, unable to resist adding to the conversation, jumped in with a grin. "Yeah, the teleportation was so cool! Are you part-witch?"

Amren's sharp glance cut him short. "She's a sorceress, you oaf. Obviously, she's mastered more than a few ancient tomes."

As Nesta voiced her curiosity, "Mastering tomes? What does that mean?" Cassian overlapped with, "How did you even find Mor?" The barrage of questions seemed to only spiral from then, with several of them wanting details on her magic and her discovery of Mor. 

Amidst the several inquiries, Azriel, ever attuned to Y/n, noticed the tremble in her hands hidden under the table, a stark contrast to the calm facade she presented. His shadows stirred restlessly, a mirror to his growing concern.

Mor's complexion turned ashen as the fact dawned upon her—Y/n had ventured onto the balcony, the very place of their nightmarish ordeal. Attempts to steer the tide of questions fell on deaf ears, "Y/n, I... we didn't think..." Mor’s voice trailed off, her apologies swallowed by the growing fervor of curiosity.

Y/n took a deep breath, attempting to veil her frustration with patience, a task made increasingly difficult. They meant well, she repeated, she owed Rhys, she thought before the noise got to her. She hated being faced with curiosity and pity just as much as she hated being questioned–she had saved Mor and shown she wasn’t their enemy, wasn’t that enough?

With a huff that signaled her surrender to the inevitable, she pushed her chair back, its screech halting the interrogation, and drawing surprised glances from the table. Rising from her seat, she walked away, leaving a trail of astonishment in her wake.

Azriel reacted with swift concern, following her with a worry that mirrored the concern etched on Rhys, Mor, and even Feyre and Lucien's faces, while Cassian remained behind, a shadow of guilt tinging his features.

Y/n paused for a moment at the split between the staircase and the hallway to the balcony, debating the merits of locking herself in her room. She felt she deserved the right to scream into her pillow before rejoining them. 

But the sound of footsteps behind her reminded her of the nosey nature of her friends here. If she tried to hide, there’d be no telling the lengths they’d go, she may as well just complete it now.

Upon reaching the balcony, Y/n summoned her magic, materializing a dagger in her hand. With a steady hand, she made a precise incision along her arm, her expression unflinching as crimson blossomed against her skin. She cast a fleeting glance at Azriel, her vibrant red eyes catching the light, mesmerizing him as her blood began its descent toward the magic circle below.

His shadows twitched uneasily at the sight; the others, having followed, stumbled into a collective pause, caught in a mix of awe and horror as they watched her blood reanimate the runes. Y/n commanded the runes to levitate, dripping and spinning around before she condensed them into a single, blood-diamond-like point, which then vanished within her grasp. Turning to face them with a smirk, she downplayed the gravity of her demonstration. 

"See? Not a big deal," she stated, though her casual dismissal did little to ease the tension.

Azriel, moving with a purpose, reached for her, his shadows conjuring a cloth to softly wipe the blood, still dripping from her arm, away. The gentleness of his touch left Y/n taken aback, her heart skipping a beat at the care with which he wrapped her arm, his shadows having brought bandages as well. She couldn’t remember the last time someone else had treated her wounds, especially those so insignificant, so kindly. 

Meeting his gaze, she was confused at his crossed expression, but before words could form, Mor enveloped her in an embrace, her apologies spilling out in a hurried flurry.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I should've—" Mor's voice cracked, the weight of her remorse tangible in the air between them.

"It wasn't your fault, Mor," Y/n reassured, her arms wrapping around her friend in a firm hug. "I would do it all over again for you," she whispered a vow that drew a fresh wave of tears from Mor, her embrace tightening in response.

As they finally parted, Lucien's voice cut through the momentary silence. "I must say, your control was impressive back there."

Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes, a playful retort on her lips. "I've always been this good, Lucien. Maybe you just weren't paying attention."

His laughter echoed around them, a challenge sparking in his eyes. "Is that so? We should spar sometime then. Test out that control of yours."

Y/n pretended to be annoyed but she was grateful to him for changing the atmosphere. Lucien always knew how to put others at ease. 

"Sure if you think you can keep up. Feyre, you're welcome to join his side. He'll need all the help he can get."

Rhys chimed in with feigned indignation, "And why am I excluded? My mate should be my partner."

Y/n's laughter mingled with theirs, and her spirits momentarily lifted. "Because I've beaten you too many times, Rhys. It wouldn't be fair." She teased, earning a gasp of mock indignation from him.

Their laughter was a balm, easing the tension that had settled over the dinner.

Walking back, Y/n glanced at Lucien with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Resting her hand lightly on his shoulder, she leaned closer, her voice laden with playful intent. "Looks like we're teaming up then" she teased.

A knowing smile danced across Lucien's lips, a silent agreement forged in the span of a heartbeat. Together, they proclaimed, "We'll scatter them like leaves in a storm!" 

The statement, filled with the memory of past battles, echoed around them, their laughter a symphony of friendship and challenge.

Feyre, caught in the ripple of their amusement, couldn't help but interject with a wry smile. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with Rhys then." Her words, light and teasing, were accented with the unbreakable bond she shared with her mate, even as they prepared to face off in friendly competition.

All the while, Azriel's gaze lingered on the casual touch between Y/n and Lucien, their laughter and the seamless harmony of their declaration stirring an unfamiliar pang within him. His stare was intense and unyielding, as he watched the easy rapport they shared—a connection he found himself envying, as he stood silently on the fringes of their banter.

Azriel's desire to offer Y/n the same sense of belonging and ease was palpable, yet he chose the quiet acts that spoke volumes of his intentions. As they walked back to the dining room, he found an opportunity to express his support. With a gentle touch, he slid Y/n's chair out for her, a gesture of silent solidarity that sought to make her feel seen and valued in the way he knew best.

"Thank you," she whispered, her gratitude a soft note amidst the evening's chaos of emotions. Though her gaze briefly wandered back to Lucien, caught in a moment of quiet tension with Elain, it was Azriel's thoughtful action that anchored her.

Amren's voice drew her back. "I’m sure you created quite the spectacle, sorceress”

In response to Amren's observation, Y/n met her gaze firmly. "I don't owe anyone explanations, Amren…But out of gratitude for the welcome back," she paused, weighing her next words carefully, "I will tell you that yes, I am a sorceress. A highly ranked one, at least in Vallahan’s magic tower."

Her eyes flickered to Mor, a silent pact of trust between them. She wouldn't reveal the intricacies of their reunion—how a royal meeting had spiraled into chaos and Mor's dismissal of her warnings had nearly cost them both dearly.

"Part of my work has led me to investigate a cult revering Koschei, a dark sorcerer," Y/n continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her revelations. "It was through this that I found Mor in danger. The use of blood magic wasn't a choice made lightly. It was the only method swift and silent enough to ensure our immediate return without leaving traces of magic that could be tracked. And given Mor's poisoning, traditional portals I could open—with their elongated passage of time—weren't an option."

The table fell silent, the gravity of her words settling heavily upon them. Each member of the Inner Circle sat a little straighter, their expressions alight with a mixture of awe and deepened as she explained further about her work and magic. The dinner conversation, initially subdued, blossomed into a vibrant exchange of stories and insights.

Lucien, seizing the moment, shared his own adventures and the bond he'd formed with Vassa, expressing a hopeful desire to introduce them, perhaps as a means to unravel the curse that bound the queen.

It was then that Rhys saw an opening, his voice slicing through the conversation with a proposal for Y/n. "Y/n! This is the perfect opportunity, if you feel up to it, why don't you continue your research here?"

Before Rhys could elaborate, Mor chimed in, eager to offer the resources at their disposal. "Exactly, the House of Wind has a wealth of books that could aid in your research. I can ask the priestesses to help—"

"I can help. You." Azriel's voice, cutting through Mor's suggestion, carried an uncharacteristic nervousness. "I mean, in your research. I can help you with the research." The room fell into an unusual silence, all eyes turning to him as he attempted to clarify, "If you're conducting research, that is. I don't want to rush you, of course. You need time to recover. I'm just—uh—offering since I have experience with such investigations... not to say you need my help. I—I thought it might be... more efficient, yes..."

Azriel's voice tapered off, his gaze skirting around the table to avoid Cassian and Nesta's barely concealed smirks and Rhys's poorly disguised cough of amusement. The surprise etched on everyone else's faces spoke volumes, each one silently wondering if they had ever witnessed Azriel speak so awkwardly and at length.

"Oh, I'd appreciate the company, Azriel," Y/n finally responded, her tone warm.

"You would?" Azriel's gaze snapped to Y/n, a flicker of hope lighting his eyes, only to be momentarily dimmed by her stern look toward Rhys. "Since I'll be intruding for the foreseeable future, I might as well be productive."

"I—I wouldn't want to invade, though," Azriel hurried to add, the earnestness in his voice unmistakable.

Rhys couldn't hide a snicker, quickly masked by a sudden straightening in his chair, bouncing his right leg up. 

Azriel’s shadows whispered something about a kick, but his attention was already captured by Y/n's soft smile. "I'd welcome the help," she reassured, her simple acceptance igniting a spark of anticipation in Azriel.

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I was traveling and then dying with studies. But the plot thickens...Are we curious about Y/n's work as a sorceress? I planned out the next scenes on my flight so I should have the next few chapters up in a faster succession.

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☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Thirty-Seven

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Alcohol.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.4k

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"Are you sure he invited us?" you ask, giving your fiancé a very stern and scrutinous look. You were on your way to Kuraigana Island, Mihawk's place of residence, and you were wondering if the poor man even knew of Shanks' plans.

A smirk tugs at Shanks' lips. "Mihawk? He's aware of everything. Trust me, he's probably already preparing some sarcastic remark for when we arrive. Did I mention he has a very impressive wine cellar?"

You raise an eyebrow. "So our wedding will be entirely based on the fact that Mihawk has impeccable taste in wine?"

Shanks chuckles. "Not entirely. Mihawk's an old friend. It's good to catch up once in a while. He's also a captain which means he can officiate our wedding, treasure. Don't worry, everything will work out." With that Shanks leaves you at the stern, glowering at the idea of dropping unannounced.

Well, the Red Force will continue to sail smoothly towards the dark and foreboding Kuraigana Island in the distance regardless of your wish for proper decorum. As the Red Force draws near, you can see the silhouette of Mihawk's castle looms against the horizon, a stark contrast to the vibrant, bustling atmosphere of your pirate ship. Your heart races with anticipation and unease.

"Land ho!" Yasopp shouts from the crow's nest.

The Red Force slows down, its massive hull creaking as it approaches the dock at the abandoned harbor. You clutch the railing, peering into the thick fog that blankets Kuraigana Island. The place feels otherworldly, almost like a forgotten realm.

“Why is the whole island so dark and gloomy?” you ask, unable to hide the apprehension in your voice.

Benn Beckman steps beside you, his ever-present cigarette glowing dimly in the mist. “It wasn’t always like this,” he begins, his voice carrying a weight of history. “Years ago, this island was home to the Shikkearu Kingdom. It thrived until war and calamity reduced it to ruins.”

You look around, noticing how the desolation seems to seep into every crevice of the island. The air feels thick with memories of a lost era.

“Mihawk took up residence here after that,” Benn continues, nodding towards the looming castle. “He found solace in its isolation. Suits him well—no distractions, no interruptions.”

You glance at Shanks, who’s busy directing the crew as they secure the ship. This is were he wanted to marry you? A confusing idea but no doubt he had his reasons so you would trust him. He catches your eye and gives you a reassuring smile. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you sense a deep respect for Mihawk and this desolate place.

“Don’t let appearances fool you,” Benn adds, sensing your unease. “Mihawk’s castle might look grim from out here, but inside it’s quite different—full of life and color. You should see that atrium.”

You nod slowly, trying to reconcile the island’s grim exterior with Benn’s description of Mihawk’s sanctuary. The contrast intrigues you, making you eager yet anxious to step onto solid ground.

As the gangplank is lowered, Shanks offers you his hand with a wink. “Ready to meet the ghost of Kuraigana, treasure?”

"If we don't lose ourselves in the fog," you speak, taking his hand and stepping onto the dock. The other men follow suit, Lucky Roux carrying a barrel you suspected contained alcohol, Gab and Limejuice lofting crates of food on their shoulders. Even monster had a bag slung across his body. "What are you planning? A seven day feast?" You continue, eyeing Yasopp who now carries a crate labeled 'explosives'. "And why do you need explosives?"

"A wedding, Lady Captain!" Yasopp booms in reply. You can only hope the explosives were for fireworks and not something actually exploding. However you had seen Gab stuffing extra knifes into his pack before leaving so knife throwing challenges are definitely on the table.

The castle looms ahead, its dark silhouette cutting through the mist like a jagged tooth. The closer you get, the more imposing it becomes. Yet, there's an undeniable beauty in its gothic architecture, a stark contrast to the vibrant life aboard the Red Force.

As you approach Mihawk's castle, the massive doors creak open. There he stands, Dracule Mihawk himself—tall, imposing, with those hawk-like eyes that seem to pierce right through you. You find that your eyes are drawn to the massive sword hanging on his back, the hilt bejeweled and shining.

"Mihawk!" Shanks calls out cheerfully.

Mihawk’s gaze shifts to Shanks and then to you. His expression is unreadable as he steps forward. "Shanks," he says slowly, the name laced with mild irritation. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

You shoot Shanks a dirty look which he promptly ignores, and Mihawk definitely catches.

Shanks grins broadly, entirely unfazed by Mihawk's demeanor, or your glare. "I need a captain."

"Whatever for," Mihawk sighs out. "Or have you lost your title?"

Shanks’ grin widens as he steps closer to Mihawk. “I need an officiant, my friend.”

Mihawk’s eyes narrow, his gaze flickering briefly to you and then back to Shanks. “You’re capable of officiating a wedding on your own, are you not?”

A chuckle escapes Shanks as he shakes his head. “I may be a captain, but even I can’t officiate my own wedding. It’s bad form. I need someone I trust to do the honors.”

Mihawk's gaze shifts to you, his eyes narrowing in curiosity and perhaps a hint of disdain. "And who is the brave soul foolish enough to marry you?"

You step forward, lifting your chin with the poise instilled in you since birth. "That would be me," you declare, your voice steady and clear. "Linaria Bonn, though I prefer to go by Aria now."

A flicker of recognition crosses Mihawk’s face, quickly replaced by an inscrutable expression. "The noblewoman who fled her arranged marriage," he states, not as a question but as a fact.

"Indeed," you reply, meeting his gaze head-on. "And now, I'm choosing my own path."

Mihawk studies you for a moment longer, then inclines his head slightly. "You must be quite brave—or perhaps just reckless."

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. "I’ve learned that bravery and recklessness often walk hand in hand."

Mihawk’s eyes flash with something akin to amusement. "Spoken like someone who has faced adversity and come out stronger." He glances at Shanks before returning his attention to you. "Very well. I will officiate this wedding—if only to see what kind of chaos it brings."

"Chaos follows Shanks wherever he goes," you respond with a touch of dry humor. "And I take it with my afternoon tea."

Mihawk’s piercing gaze lingers on you, his hawk-like eyes assessing every inch of your resolve. For a moment, the gloomy island around you fades, and it's just you and the warlord locked in a silent battle of wills. But you don’t flinch or look away. Instead, you hold his gaze, your chin lifted high and eyebrow arched.

A hint of a smile touches Mihawk’s lips, barely perceptible but unmistakable. "You have spirit," he finally says, his voice carrying a note of approval. "Perhaps more than I anticipated."

Before you can respond, Shanks steps in with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Did I mention Aria has an impeccable taste in wine?"

Mihawk's interest piques visibly. His eyebrows arch ever so slightly as he turns to Shanks. "Is that so?"

Shanks nods enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Indeed. She’s quite the connoisseur. It's been rather difficult finding wines she will actually dink."

Mihawk's gaze returns to you, curiosity mingling with respect. "Very well then," he says. "Let's put that claim to the test."

Mihawk offers his arm and without taking your eyes off his incredible hawk-like eyes, you step forwards and slid your hand through his arm. His embroidered jacket feels deceptively soft beneath your fingertips as Mihawk turns to lead you to the wine cellar.

As you walk away, Shanks' voice rings out behind you. "Oi, Mihawk! You better not seduce my future wife with the allure of your wine cellar!"

You can almost hear the smirk in Mihawk’s voice as he replies without turning around. "I assure you, Shanks, my intentions are purely professional."

"I never said mine were," you inject with a soft giggle, smirking to yourself as Shanks groans in exasperation. You glance back to see Shanks shaking his head with a grin, clearly trusting Mihawk despite his playful warning and your teasing words.

Benn slaps his shoulder. "Seems like Aria finally met her match," he says with a smirk.

Mihawk leads you through the castle, his stride steady and purposeful. The air inside feels cooler, a refreshing change from the outside humidity. As you descend into the wine cellar, the earthy scent of aged oak and fermented grapes envelops you. Rows upon rows of barrels and bottles line the stone walls, creating an ambiance that is both inviting and mysterious.

He gestures to a polished wooden table set with an array of crystal glasses. "Shall we begin?"

You nod, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of this unexpected adventure. Mihawk carefully selects a bottle from the nearest rack, its label aged and slightly faded.

"This," he says, holding it up for you to see, "is a vintage from the Muggy Kingdom's prime years. A deep red with notes of blackberry and leather."

He pours a small amount into your glass, the rich liquid catching the light as it swirls. You lift it to your nose, inhaling deeply. The aroma is intoxicating—earthy with a hint of spice.

You take a sip, letting the wine coat your tongue before swallowing. "It's bold," you observe, savoring the lingering taste. "The tannins are firm but not overpowering. There's an underlying sweetness that balances it out."

Mihawk nods appreciatively. "Precisely. The balance is key with this vintage." He pours himself a glass and takes a sip, his eyes closing briefly in contemplation.

He reaches for another bottle, this one with a more vibrant label. "Now, for something different—a white wine from Sabaody Archipelago."

As he pours the pale liquid into your glass, you notice its light, almost translucent color. You bring it to your lips and take a sip.

"It's crisp," you say thoughtfully. "With hints of citrus and green apple. The acidity is sharp but refreshing. A rather pleasing wine for a spring day I should think."

Mihawk smiles faintly. "An excellent observation." He takes his own sip, his eyes meeting yours over the rim of his glass.

The two of you continue like this, moving through various bottles and vintages as if time has no hold on this hidden cellar. Each wine brings its own story—a tale of land and climate, of skillful hands and patient aging.

"This one," Mihawk says, presenting a bottle with an intricate label depicting waves crashing against rocks, "is from Water 7. A complex red with layers of flavor—cherry, tobacco, a hint of Agua Laguna sea salt."

You taste it and nod in agreement. "It's like drinking the essence of the sea itself. How peculiar…"

The hours slip by unnoticed as you and Mihawk delve deeper into the wine cellar, your conversations echoing softly against the stone walls. Each bottle brings with it a new discovery, a fresh wave of flavors and stories that bind you in a shared passion for the art of winemaking.

“This one,” Mihawk announces, holding up a dusty bottle with reverence, “is from a small vineyard in Alabasta. Only a few dozen bottles were ever made.”

You gaze at the bottle with wide eyes, excitement bubbling within you. “Oh I do so wish to have a taste,” you say wistfully, barely able to contain your enthusiasm.

Mihawk’s eyes gleam with mischief as he uncorks the bottle and pours the deep, crimson liquid into your glass. The aroma is intoxicating, rich with the scent of dark berries and exotic spices. You take a sip, savoring the complex layers of flavor that unfold on your tongue.

“Exquisite,” you murmur, closing your eyes to fully appreciate the taste.

Mihawk nods in agreement. “Indeed. The winemaker was a true artist.”

The conversation flows as easily as the wine, each topic leading naturally into the next. You find yourself discussing the merits of various wine regions, debating which climate produces the best grapes.

"Alabasta's dry heat brings out such intensity in the grapes," Mihawk states firmly.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "But nothing compares to the cool breezes of Sabaody Archipelago. The balance it brings is unmatched."

The night wears on and more bottles are emptied, your inhibitions soon fade away. You feel a lightness in your head, a warm flush spreading through your body.

“I’ve always wondered,” you begin, giggling as you struggle to form your thoughts coherently, “is Rosé closer to white or red wine? I think Rosé is clearly closer to a white wine,” you declare, your words slightly slurred from the wine. “It’s lighter, more refreshing. It’s like a summer breeze in a glass.”

Mihawk, equally inebriated, narrows his hawk-like eyes at you. “That’s where you’re wrong. Rosé is much closer to red wine. The process involves leaving the skins on for a short time, which imparts color and some tannins.”

You shake your head vehemently, nearly spilling your wine. “But it’s not just about the color! The flavor profile is lighter, the body is more delicate. It doesn’t have the same heaviness as red wine.”

Mihawk leans closer, his eyes burning with intensity. “The skins, Aria. The skins are crucial. They give Rosé its character. Without them, it would be insipid, lacking depth.”

You roll your eyes, feeling a surge of stubbornness rise within you. “But what about the acidity? Rosé has a higher acidity, much like white wine. It’s crisp and vibrant, not rich and bold like a red.”

“Acidity isn’t everything,” Mihawk counters, his voice rising slightly. “The structure, the backbone of Rosé comes from the skins and the tannins. It shares more DNA with reds than whites.”

Your cheeks flush with frustration and wine. “Oh please, Mihawk! Just because it has some tannins doesn’t make it a red wine! It’s all about the experience—the lightness, the freshness!”

Before Mihawk can respond, Shanks steps into the cellar, blinking in surprise at the heated exchange before him.

“What in the world are you two arguing about?” Shanks asks with a bemused smile.

You turn to Shanks, gesturing wildly with your glass. “This stubborn man insists that Rosé is closer to red wine! Can you believe that?”

Mihawk crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze never leaving yours. “And she insists it’s closer to white wine,” he says with a huff.

Shanks looks between the two of you, clearly amused by your drunken debate. “Is this what happens when I leave you alone with Mihawk for a couple of hours?” He chuckles. “You get drunk and start arguing over technicalities?”

You nod vigorously, pointing an accusatory finger at Mihawk. “He just doesn’t understand!”

Shanks steps closer, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Alright, alright, I think it’s time for bed,” he says, reaching for your hand.

You pull away, shaking your head defiantly. “No! We still haven’t figured out if Rosé is closer to white or red wine!” Your voice rises in pitch as you glare at Mihawk, who simply raises an eyebrow in response.

Shanks rolls his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. “You can debate wine all you want tomorrow. Right now, you need sleep.”

“But Shanks—” you begin, only to have your wine glass gently pried from your fingers. You let out a small noise of protest and your hands paw at the glass now out of reach, but Shanks remains undeterred.

“Come on, treasure,” he says softly, pulling you to your feet. The room spins slightly as you stand, and you grip Shanks’ arm for support.

Mihawk watches the exchange with a bemused expression. “Good luck,” he says dryly to Shanks.

“Thanks,” Shanks replies with a chuckle. “I’ll need it.”

As Shanks guides you out of the cellar, you continue to grumble under your breath. “It’s not fair… We were just getting to the good part…”

“I promise you can continue your debate in the morning,” Shanks assures you, his tone gentle but firm.

You pout but allow him to lead you through the castle halls. The cool air helps clear your head slightly, but you’re still unsteady on your feet. Shanks’ presence beside you is a comforting anchor as he steers you towards the guest quarters.

When you reach the room designated for you, Shanks opens the door and nudges you inside. “In you go.”

You turn to face him, eyes narrowed in stubborn determination. “This isn’t over.”

Shanks laughs softly, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t dream of ending it prematurely.” He leans down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead before guiding you towards the bed. "Sit, let's get you changed into your nightgown."

You sink onto the edge of the bed, your mind still swirling with the remnants of your wine-fueled debate. Shanks kneels before you, his one good arm working deftly to remove your shoes.

“You’re not as steady as you think,” he murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You huff in response, crossing your arms over your chest. “I was perfectly steady until Mihawk started with his nonsense about Rosé being closer to red wine." You scoff at the idea.

Shanks’ touch is careful, almost reverent, as he sets each shoe aside. You watch him through the haze of wine, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. There's something undeniably comforting about his presence.

He stands and offers you a hand. "Up you go," he says softly.

You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. The room sways slightly, but Shanks' steady grip keeps you standing. He begins to untie the strings of your dress, his fingers nimble despite the task being more suited for two hands.

You try to help, but your movements are clumsy and uncoordinated. Shanks chuckles softly. "Hold still, treasure," he murmurs. "Let me do this."

You nod and let your arms fall to your sides, trusting him completely. He is so endearingly attractive like this. The dress loosens and falls away, leaving you standing in your undergarments. Shanks unhooks your bra and pulls it from your arms as you blink.

He retrieves your nightgown from a nearby chair and slips it over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves with practiced ease. The fabric is soft against your skin, and you sigh from happiness.

"All done," he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. You smile up at him, feeling a sense of calm settle over you.

"Thank you," you whisper, swaying slightly on your feet.

Shanks catches you before you can stumble, his arm wrapping securely around your waist. "Easy there," he says with a grin. "Let's get you into bed."

You pull back from Shanks’ embrace, shaking your head stubbornly. "I don’t want to go to bed yet," you insist, your voice still tinged with the defiance fueled by wine and unresolved petty debates.

Shanks sighs softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Alright, how about we cuddle instead?" His tone is gentle, coaxing, as if he knows exactly how to navigate your stubbornness.

You pause, considering his offer. The idea of cuddling sounds incredibly appealing. Reluctantly, you nod.

Shanks’ smile widens as he guides you to the bed. "Come on then," he says, settling down and pulling you into his arms. You nestle against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. His lone arm wraps around you securely, holding you close.

The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of your breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets. You feel safe in Shanks’ embrace, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling haze of wine and emotions.

He strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing. "Feeling better?" he asks softly.

You nod against his chest, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "Yes," you murmur. "This is nice."

Shanks chuckles softly. "Thought it might be." He continues to stroke your hair, his fingers moving in slow, rhythmic patterns that lull you further into relaxation. Your eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment, the warmth and comfort of Shanks' embrace making it impossible to stay awake.

Date Published: 8/19/24

Last Edit: 8/19/24

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@steddie-week Day 6 misunderstanding

Steve was making the most of the evening with Eddie, as he would be away in Chicago for a week with family obligations.

"So, I'm driving up tomorrow, the day after is some big family dinner thing, the day after that is the wedding. And god, I am not looking forward to it. Weddings in my family are just about showing off, it's black tie, so I know I'm just going to be uncomfortable the whole time. Maybe I should be thankful that my aunt was able to talk her down from white tie, a different cousin on the other side had a white tie wedding two years ago and honestly, it was one of the worst things I had to wear in my entire life." Steve rambled as he leaned against Eddie's shoulder.

"What the fuck is white tie?" Eddie replied.

"Even fancier than black tie. Black tie I have to wear a tuxedo. White tie includes a fucking tailcoat, and my mom basically forced me into a top hat. It's ridiculous and over the top, which is why my family loves it. If we are ever able to get married, I want it to be nothing fancier than semi-formal."

"You would marry me?" Eddie asked quietly.

"In a heartbeat." Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie's cheek, before continuing. "I'll be wanting to ditch as soon as possible, so I will be driving myself no matter how much my parents protest, but I know they will kill me if I ditch too early. Then there's two days where I've got nothing, other than recovering from however much I drink at the wedding. Then it's my Nonna's birthday, so I've got to stick around for that. And then the day after that, I'm coming home. While I'm there, I'll probably spend most of my time with Danni."

"And who's Danni?"

"My favorite cousin. The only person in my family that isn't insufferable and stuck up."

-

The week away went mostly as Steve had predicted. He got constantly reminded by his parents how much of a disappointment he was. Constant questions from other family members about college, or what he wanted to do as a career, when he was going to join his father's company. If he had a girlfriend. When he was going to get married. It was draining.

But Danni was the shining light. He spent every spare minute with her. Ditching the wedding a little early, and ending up in a McDonalds in their formalwear, with her wearing his tuxedo jacket over her dress. Spending as much time as possible out in Chicago together on the days they had nothing to do. Talking and sharing stories, and gaining a deeper understanding of each other when talking about their partners, Steve mentioning Eddie, Danni bringing up her Laura.

Danni had more time to spare than Steve, so decided to join him in returning to Hawkins, to meet the friends he'd spoken so much about, especially Eddie.

-

After getting home, it all seemed to go downhill for Steve. As soon as he got in, he called Eddie, like he had promised to. But Eddie was unusually cold and dismissive on the phone, as if he didn't want to talk.

"Yeah, ok. I've got to go." Eddie hung up, and the call had barely lasted a minute. Steve felt worried, as Eddie was usually much more interested in talking to him, at any chance they got.

He called Robin next, and that didn't put his mind at ease. After a brief catch up, he brought up Eddie. She mentioned he'd been fine until a couple of days before, then had started to become a little distant, without telling anyone why.

"Maybe head over there after work tomorrow, if you've not heard from him. He's probably just throwing a hissy fit because you were away for a week without speaking to him and he thrives on attention." Robin said as the call came to an end.

"Yeah, maybe. Thanks, Rob."

Steve tried to make the most of the evening, hanging out with Danni. He felt a little bad that he would be leaving her alone for most of the next day.

"Dude, I'll just take advantage of your pool. I knew you have work, if I wasn't cool with hanging out by myself, I wouldn't have come with you." She assured him.

-

By the end of the next day, Steve felt more worried. He'd tried calling Eddie a number of times, but the calls were never answered. He drove over after he'd finished work, Eddie's van was missing from the spot next to Wayne's truck. He still went to the door, hoping Wayne could put his mind at ease.

"He's out with Gareth and Grant. He's fine, and whatever's bugging him, he'll get over it soon."

"Oh. Thanks, Wayne. Could you let him know I came over, and ask him to call me?"

-

Steve tried to put it out of his mind, taking Danni out to breakfast the next morning before hanging out with Robin.

As they walked into the diner, he noticed a very familiar back in the corner. He felt lost, conflicted. Unsure if he should ignore it, or confront him.

"I'm just going to the bathroom before we order." Danni said to him before they reached a table.

"I. I'm gonna be over-" Steve gestured vaguely to where Eddie was sat.

"Is that-" Steve nodded before she could finish the question. "If you need me to, I can kick his ass."

Steve nodded, before making his way over to Eddie, feeling a little nervous. The what if. He had never been good at seeing the end of a relationship, or knowing where he'd gone wrong.

"Eddie?" He said hesitantly.

Eddie looked up, and his face was unreadable. His friend's expressions varied from disgust to glee.

"Harrington, you here to confess? Tell us all about what you've been up to?" Grant asked, looking him upside down.

"What?" Steve was confused, unsure about what was going on.

"Oh, I said he would play dumb. How could he think he did anything wrong?" Gareth mocked. "We know what you've been doing."

"Seriously, what the hell are you talking about? Eddie, can we talk?" Steve asked, feeling desperate and wanting to get it over with.

"Go ahead, Harrington. We're waiting for your excuses." Jeff added.

"Can we talk outside, alone?" Steve pushed, not wanting to have to deal with Eddie's friends' comments. He knew they didn't like him, and would put the wrong ideas into Eddie's head.

There seemed to be a moment of silent conversation between them before Eddie got up. "I'll tell you guys how pathetic his excuses are."

Steve clenched his jaw, unsure of what Eddie thought he'd done wrong.

"Ok, what the hell, Eddie?" Steve demanded once they were outside.

"That's exactly what I want to know, Steve. Try telling the truth about what you were really doing this week." Eddie sneered.

"I told you what I was doing. Family wedding in Chicago and hanging out with family until my Nonna's birthday. That is exactly what happened. I mean I know I didn't call as much as I would have liked, but I was busy." Steve replied.

"But who were you busy with, huh? Because Gareth was in Chicago for a college tour and he told me everything. How he saw you out, repeatedly, and all over the same girl. Her wearing your tux jacket in a Mcdonald's late at night, looking all cosy over the table. Then seeing you out in Downtown Chicago. Holding hands, hugging, you lifting her up as you were laughing together. Then you show up here with the same slut." Eddie leant into Steve's face, spitting the final words out.

Steve was stunned for a second, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Don't fucking call her that." He burst out. He was aware of the door opening and closing nearby, but didn't pay attention to who it was that came out.

"What should I call her then? Homewrecker? Sidepiece? Whore?" Eddie drew out each word.

"She's my fucking cousin. You know, the favorite cousin I told you about that I was planning to spend all my time with. The one person in my family that isn't insufferable." Steve was fighting against his emotions.

"You said his name was Danny." Eddie accused.

"Yeah. Danni. As in short for Daniella. She's basically my best friend, and there is nothing I do with her that I don't do with Robin. Or are you going to start accusing me of cheating with Robin?"

"Well, I know Robin, and she's a lesbian anyway, so I know I don't have to worry about her." Eddie dismissed what he'd said.

"But you really think I would cheat on you?" Steve couldn't keep the hurt out of his voice, and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back the tears.

"Steve?" Danni's voice cut through the tension as she moved to Steve's side.

"How much of that did you hear?" Steve asked softly.

"Everything after this asshole calling me a homewrecker," Danni replied, venom clear in her voice. "Let's do first things first. Even if we weren't related, Steve wouldn't be anywhere in the realm of someone I'd be interested in. Because he's a man. I've got a girlfriend in New York that I'm very happy with. So I'm not happy with that accusation of me being the other woman."

"I didn't-" Eddie started to backtrack on what he'd said.

"You know, Steve had really talked up his boyfriend. Telling me how amazing this guy was. But, it seems like his taste in men is as bad as his taste in women, at least with how they treat him. Because it's real interesting that you accuse him of cheating when he has told you about his parents, about how his mother has to follow his father around on business trips to curb his affairs. When his only other serious relationship involved him getting cheated on after they'd been together for a year."

"Steve, I'm sorry, I just-" Eddie trailed off, unsure on what he was going to say, how to dig himself out of this hole.

"I can't believe you didn't just ask me. You know your friends don't like me. That they could twist things to put me in a bad light. When I called you to say I was home, you could have said that Gareth had seen us out and asked me about it. I would have told you and invited you over to meet her. But you had to assume." Steve winced as his voice cracked.

"Stevie, I can make it up to you. Let me-" Eddie hurried over his words, and stepped forward to try to comfort him.

"I think you've done enough." Danni moved so she was between them.

"You can go back in there and tell them just how pathetic I was." Steve walked away, with Danni right behind him, heading for his car without letting Eddie respond.

-

They'd picked up Robin before heading back to Steve's house.

"I can't believe that he'd just accept from Gareth that you were cheating on him. Without even talking to you about it. He could have asked me or something." Robin rambled from where she was curled up against Steve's side. "I feel like going down there and tearing him a new asshole for that. He knows how much cheating fucks you up."

"I'm with you on the tearing him a new asshole thing. Maybe we should steal Steve's keys and head over to his, I'll drive, you can direct." Danni replied.

"Can you guys leave it? At least now I know what he thinks of me. That he doesn't trust me around girls that he doesn't know. That he trusts his friends words more than he trusts me." Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I love him so much, but he obviously doesn't feel the same, or he doubts how I really feel about him."

It was a few hours later when there was a banging at the door. Steve moved to get up, but Robin beat him to the door.

"Munson." Robin's tone was cold, closed off.

"Robin, I. Is Steve here? I need to talk to him. I know I fucked up." Eddie pleaded.

"Damn right he fucked up." Danni shouted from the kitchen.

"I just need to apologize to him. I feel like shit for this. It was a total misunderstanding, and it's all on me."

"Apologize? You need to fucking grovel. You accused him of cheating on you, when you know that cheating is one of his biggest insecurities. Based on what? The word of a guy that has never liked Steve. A guy that has repeatedly tried to convince you to break up with Steve. Why the hell would you believe anything he said about Steve?" Robin's voice got louder, agitation evident.

"I know. I just got caught up because Steve wasn't here and I guess I just wanted someone to blame. I need to make this right?"

"Make it right for what? So next time you hear about him hanging out with someone you don't know you can accuse him of cheating on you again?"

"Rob, it's ok. Let me speak to him." Steve came to the door, knowing he looked a mess.

"Stevie. I am so fucking sorry. I know I fucked up by listening to Gareth, I shouldn't have let him get into my head like that. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I know you wouldn't cheat, I know you're not like that. And I love you. I've never loved anyone like this, and I don't want to lose you over this. Please, give me a chance to fix this?" Eddie begged.

"I know you're sorry, but I can't forgive you. Not yet. You hurt me so much by ignoring me and assuming I had cheated on you. I was open and honest about what I was doing and who I was going to be with. And you chose to listen to Gareth. I need time to know that you'll come to me when you hear something and not just blindly take your friends side. I can't be just waiting to see if you're going to hurt me again. And I'm not the only one you need to apologize to. What you said about Danni was unacceptable. What if someone said that about Robin or one of the kids?" Steve's voice was a little rough with the emotion of the day.

"It would have been fucked up. I was wrong, I know that. I assumed something about someone I didn't know. Please? Stevie, I can't be without you."

"You don't get to choose when someone forgives you, Munson. And you're not the only one who needs to apologize. Your friends need to own up to being wrong and accept that their view of Steve is wrong. That their treatment of him has been cruel." Robin replied.

"I need time alone, Eddie. I'll call you when I'm ready to talk." Steve walked away from the door, allowing Robin to shut it in Eddie's face.

I'm sorry I am considering making a second part to this, but I don't know if or when that will happen! Also on ao3 Now with a part 2!

[myblorbojunao]

Santa Baby

Summary: Except for one huge problem: the guy you hired to dress up as Santa to surprise everyone in your workplace ditched you that afternoon. Time was running out before the party, so your boyfriend volunteered to help out.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Boyfriend!Rindou looking like a holiday snacc in a Santa costume. So many Christmas puns. Unprotected sex in an established relationship. Sex in public place i guess. Female bodied reader.

🔓RAN 🔓RINDOU 🔓 MIKEY 🔒IZANA

Word count: 2.1k

a/n: hello this is a part of my special holiday collection with my favs, idk if i should be pleased or alarmed that this fic basically wrote itself, i had so much fun coming up with these jokes why am i like this lol. anyways I hope you enjoy!

You wish your last coworker a pleasant holiday and wave them off as they leave. You have no idea what drove you to take on the burden of planning this year's office Christmas party, but you're glad you did since everyone had a great time.

All would have gone according to plan if not for the fact that the person you had hired to dress as Santa and surprise everyone had cancelled that afternoon. Your boyfriend volunteered to take on the role at the last minute.

You were very appreciative, and Rindou, who thrives in the spotlight, was a wonderful addition to the celebration, taking photos and chatting with your co-workers in character.

You've just locked the front door and are returning to the empty conference room where you've been holding meetings, to mentally sort through the remaining tasks before you can finally go home. You pause at the entranceway and grin fondly at Rindou, who is still dressed in Santa and is doing some unasked-for chair stacking in the corner.

“Great party, Y/N,” he chirps when he sees you. “Everyone had such a great time, you might not get a lump of coal this year after all.” He winks and plops his Santa hat on your head as you walk by.

“Hahaha,” you respond dryly, shaking the hat off your head. You walk over to the dessert table and start putting cellophane on the leftovers. “You know, I never realized before tonight how much you have in common with Santa? Loud laugh, looks fantastic in red… know where all the naughty girls live.”

He loudly laughs, snaking an arm around your waist as he steals a cookie off the tray you’re covering. “Aww, you know you’re my favorite ho ho ho of all,” he kisses your cheek and you both giggle stupidly. The two of you had been entertaining yourselves with these dumb Christmas jokes all evening and you’re shocked there’s still material left to mine.

Rindou tosses a few more treats onto a plate and takes a seat on the nearby couch to chat with you. Midway through the conversation, he gets up to remove his Santa coat; you’re surprised and a little confused at how much him unbuckling the thick belt interests you. He shrugs off the coat, revealing a tight white tank top underneath and you feel a familiar desire rising in you; he turns to hang the jacket on the door and you can’t help but appreciate how the costume’s pants cling to him in all the right places.

He returns to his seat to finish eating his snack and telling his story while you distractedly clean up; you try to pay attention to what he’s saying and you’re really trying not to think filthy things about him in a Santa Claus costume but you’re failing in both regards.  

He gives a loud throat clearing, and when you turn around to look at him, he's leaning back and smiling. “You really think I don’t know your ‘I’m super turned on but refuse to admit it’ face by now?” He teases you. “I’ve seen you making eyes at me all night, baby, don’t be embarrassed you still want to jingle all the way with me dressed like this.”

You shake your head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “I have to say, I’ve never wanted Santa to stuff my stocking like this before but ‘tis the season of miracles,” you retort cleverly, liking the look of amusement and maybe even lust in his eyes.

Rindou pats his legs with a smile. “Come sit on Santa’s lap, baby, tell him everything you want,” he invites.

You only hesitate for a second before you think fuck it and bound over to him. You sit across his legs and wrap your arms around his neck, promptly pulling him into what you intended to be a lusty kiss but you have to pull back to comment after only a few seconds. “It’s very Santa of you to taste like cookies,” you chuckle.

He grins at you, murmuring approvingly as you trace his lips with your tongue, tasting sugar, cinnamon and chocolate. He nibbles at your lips before moving to kiss them, picking up where you left off.

Your kisses are playful and unhurried but grow unmistakably hungrier as time goes on. Rindou’s hands remain uncharacteristically polite, one sweetly running through your hair, the other lightly tracing designs on your knee.

You smile into his kiss when you realize he’s leaving it up to you to determine where this leads, seeing as you’re at your workplace; you decide to declare your interest by slowly rocking in his lap. It only takes a moment for him to respond to your actions by shifting you to straddle him, ensuring your movement results in better friction for the both of you.

You lick into his mouth as you move against him, feeling him get harder and harder through the thin fabric underneath you.

He toys with the buttons on your blouse, briefly pulling away to raise his eyebrows, silently asking if you were comfortable with his intention. Your whispered “yeah” as you pull him back to you has him groaning into your mouth.

His fingers nimbly unfasten your buttons and his mouth immediately attaches to the tops of your breasts. “Always love you in lace, darlin’,” he comments as he plays with your nipples through your bra. “A little sexy for the office but I’m not complaining.” He chuckles as he traces along the balconette cups with his tongue.

You moan, running your fingers through his hair before tugging his head back so you can focus your attention on his neck. You feel him smile against your touch as you murmur, “Planned to make a move on you after the party,” you confess, gasping at how the seam of your pants catches on his hardness just right, delivering a jolt to your clit. “Figured I’d have to wait ‘til we got home but I’m not complaining.”

Rindou giggles with delight, reaching around to grip your ass and press you down tighter on him. “Who knew you were so eager to be Santa’s little helper?” He teases, giving you a light swat. You smirk and speed up your hips just to get a reaction out of him and he very quickly stills you with a groan. “We’ve either gotta stop this or start fucking, baby, you moving like that is about to make it a White Christmas in these pants,” he chortles loudly at his own joke.

“It is remarkable that I still want to fuck you even when you say shit like that,” you roast him, standing up to remove your pants. He grins and grabs your hips where you stand, kissing over your stomach, making his way down to the wet spot at the front of your panties.

You let him lick you through your underwear for a few seconds before you sit back down, this time getting on all fours beside him, bracing yourself against the arm of the couch. “Here I am ready to let you deck my halls and you’re making jokes when you could be getting your dick out,” you rib him before tossing a flirty look over your shoulder. “Come fuck me already.”

“Well… that’s definitely naughty list behavior, my dear,” he snarks, sitting up to deliver a playful smack to each of your ass cheeks.

You hear him shuffling and you turn to see him taking his pants down just far enough to pull himself out through his boxers. You feel a rush of pride at seeing his cock so ready for you, angry and glistening; you reach for him, using the precum to stroke his length, licking your lips when you hear him softly groan your name. You can’t help yourself and bend down to flick your tongue over his slit, needing just a taste of him before you get back in position.

You feel Rindou behind you as his fingers sweep your panties to the side and drag through your wetness, reaching up to tap at your clit before moving back down to tease your entrance. As you roll your hips in his direction, he removes his hand and replaces it with the tip of his cock. After gliding through your folds a few times, he pushes in, and you let out a sigh of satisfaction.

With surprising rapidity, he thrusts into you, his grasp on your hips tightening as he picks up speed. You relax your head on the arm of the couch and close your eyes, your mind racing from the rush of pleasure and excitement.

“Yes, Rindou… been thinking about this all night,” you murmur into the furniture.

“Love that you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home, baby,” he huffs, sounding more spent than you expected. “Love knowing that you need my cock that bad.”

You push yourself back up on your hands and start moving back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. “Always want it, baby,” you confess, whimpering as his length hits just where you need. “Fuck…always want to be full of you.”

He strokes his fingers down your back and you’re glad you’re wearing such a thin blouse because you can feel the heat of his touch through the light fabric. The two of you lose yourselves in the moment, speaking only in low moans and gasps; the slick, slapping sounds of your bodies moving together blend with the hum of the conference room's fluorescent lights to create a chorus you know you won't be able to get out of your head the next time you take a meeting in there.

It's clear from the tone of his voice that he's getting closer when he growls your name; you want to reach down to your clit to climax with him. Whether you made a frustrated sound or Rindou is simply that in tune with you, the next thing you know, he has you up by your waist and leaning back against him, thrusting fiercely as he slips a hand between your thighs.

“Ready to cum for me, darlin’?” He whispers seductively, but you don't have time to respond to it as he massages your clit, overwhelming your senses with pleasure. You cry out as your body shakes in his hold and his hips stutter as he begins to follow you over the edge; he gives you one, two, three final strokes, moans at how tightly your walls hold him, and then he spills inside you.

Both of you are speechless and gasping for air, so you stand motionless for a second before twisting slightly to take his mouth in a gentle, grateful kiss. He pulls away, pecking your lips one last time before he pulls out, smirking at the whine you always give at how empty you feel without him inside you. The office couch is in danger of becoming visibly stained, so he hastily hands you a stack of napkins from the table and you two work together to wipe up the mess.

“Thanks for everything tonight, baby,” you say dreamily, buttoning your blouse back up. “Helping with the party, helping with the afterparty… it was fun.”

Rindou laughs as he tosses you your pants. “Aww, Y/N. You know I’d do anything to give you a happy holiday,” he says suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

You pull on your pants and shake your head. “Think we’ve hit the bottom of the barrel with this humor, Rin,” you snort. “Gotta be honest, I really appreciate you holding back on the ‘here cums Santa Claus’ jokes right now.”

He laughs heartily. “You’ve gotta give me some credit here.” He pulls you to his side and cuddles you close.

“Oh I do,” you tilt your head up and give him a flirty kiss. “In fact, when we get home I might need to spread my holiday cheer for you again.“

Rindou giggles as he walks away to grab your coats so you can head out. You give a light smack to his ass, still looking delicious in those tight red pants; he whips his head in reaction and you respond with a wink, "Well, what do ya say, Santa Baby?”

[kookie-doughs]

Daddy Cupid: The Asshole

Modern!Donquixote Doflamingo X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 1: You're a loser, I'm not

You're not exactly sure how you ended up in this mess, but there are two things you're pretty certain of: you hate yourself right now, and you definitely hate the guy sitting across from you—Doflamingo.

After venting your frustration about being stood up on social media, it occured to you that you should block your dad to prevent further matchmaking interference. However, you can't help but wonder why you never thought of blocking this insufferable jerk, Doflamingo, who seems to thrive on nothing but your annoyance and anger.

You can't help but feel incredulous as you realize that it took him no more than 10 minutes to travel from his office to the cafe, even though it's quite a distance—probably at least 10 kilometers. It seems like he's gone out of his way just to annoy and criticize you.

Much more effort than your date did.

Upon Doflamingo's arrival at the cafe, his primary mission seemed to be getting rid of Rob Lucci, who was sitting in front of you.

Doflamingo pretended to trip and spilled a tray of hot coffee all over Lucci. The scalding liquid splashed on Lucci's clothes, causing him to jump up in shock and pain, hissing in discomfort. The commotion drew the attention of everyone in the cafe, and Doflamingo exclaimed, "Oh, clumsy me! I can't believe I spilled coffee all over you! How about you go away and get that cleaned up?"

With an impish grin, Doflamingo swiftly shooed Lucci, leaving you to awkwardly sitting there. When Lucci left Doflamingo took your coffee and drank it as if it was his with a smirk.

Sitting across from you, Doflamingo sighed as he idly swirled your coffee.

"Princess, you know I don't like this coffee," he remarked.

You rolled your eyes, retorting, "And you know I don't like you, yet here we are!"

Doflamingo took your hand and looked at you with faux admiration, his tone dripping with insincerity.

"Darling, you know it's just because I can't handle YOU GETTING DITCHED BY YOUR DATE! So, ME BEING A SAINT, PITIED YOU and came right away," he cooed, pressing your hand to his cheek.

You clenched your teeth and glared at Law, snapping, "Law, get your uncle away from me before I kill him."

Doflamingo chuckled, playing along with your sarcasm. "Oh my, a crime of passion. You're so in love with me that you want me to die only looking at you!~"

You rolled your eyes, not dignifying his comment with a response, and looked around, hoping to spot a way to get away from this man.

Doflamingo, determined to make your situation even more uncomfortable, started singing songs about being left alone by your date. His melodramatic serenades drew the attention of other cafe patrons, making you wish you could disappear into thin air.

"DOFFY, I SWEAR TO GOD, CAN YOU SHUT UP!" you exclaimed in frustration.

Doflamingo merely chuckled and teased, "Oh my, she called me Doffy. It's like we're in high school again, holding hands and dancing~. Remember how you fell in love with me that one time?"

"ARGH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!" You couldn't take it any longer, so you abruptly got up and stormed out of the cafe, leaving Doflamingo behind with a mischievous grin on his face.

Doflamingo skipped after you, refusing to let you go far alone. He forcefully grabbed your arm and hooked it with his.

"Darling, you know, our dad came to me a while ago, suggesting we should get married," he said, loud enough for everyone around to hear.

"I just want to sew your mouth shut," you muttered through clenched teeth.

"But I can't eat you out like that!" he retorted with an impish grin.

Your face flushed in embarrassment with his loud claim in public. You pushed him away and ran toward the crossroad, eager to escape his relentless antics.

In your hurry to get away from Doflamingo, you didn't notice an oncoming vehicle until it was almost too late. Fortunately, you didn't get hit as Doflamingo pulled you out of harm's way just in time. However, in his haste, he accidentally yanked your sprained wrist, causing you to hiss in pain.

"AHHH!" you cried out, clutching your injured wrist.

Doflamingo yelled at the vehicle that didn't bother stopping, taking note of the plate number in frustration. However, he quickly turned his attention to you, concern replacing his anger.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer and more genuine as he noticed your pain.

Doflamingo noticed you clutching your wrist and immediately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he began, taking your uninjured hand and looking around for a nearby clinic or hospital.

"It's not your fault. I forgot to wrap my wrist. I injured it a few days ago. You can let me go," you grumbled, still slightly hurt.

Doflamingo insisted, "Let's still get it checked. It might have gotten worse..." He genuinely seemed concerned about your well-being now.

You insisted, "I'll go alone, just leave."

Doflamingo didn't seem convinced. He replied, "I don't know about leaving you alone. You're so stupid; you might trip or get hit by a car again."

You shot a glare at Doflamingo, who responded with a smirk.

"As someone superior, I can't let an inferior person who is too dumb go off alone," he quipped.

"Go before I hit you," you grumbled in annoyance, feeling a mixture of irritation and begrudging appreciation for his persistence.

Doflamingo let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I'll leave you alone, but if you trip, I'll laugh at you and make your stupidity trend," he teased, not one to pass up an opportunity to provoke you even in this situation.

You rolled your eyes and nodded, already planning to avoid tripping at all costs.

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Updating the sheet has me thinking about the cameo limbo Vic's currently in, and what DC should do with him.

Vic is in this weird position where I don't really think he should be alive. He's had one appearance that was at all meaningful to his arc and one goofy oneshot since his resurrection, and it doesn't seem like anyone wants to do anything with him other than put him in bullshit spy stuff, so it kinda just feels pointless. Unlike some other ex-dead-mentors, though, it's not like him being around is a *problem* for Renee's development. Killing him off again would just be cheap, and there's no reason not to use him now that he's around. So what do you do with that?

Well. Vic died with his heroic arc complete, having passed on his legacy and made peace with his unfinished business, and now he has to figure out what to do in a world where he doesn't have a history to ground him. As a reflection of both his time seeking a purpose after Hub City and his earliest relationship with Shiva, the answer could easily be "hang out and get into trouble".

See, my annoyance with his current position is because I feel like it's kind of a waste to leave him in a dropped (I think? I might've missed something, but I'm pretty sure the Lois Lane Checkmate stuff has been ditched) team/plotline that kinda sucked, not that I'm upset he's sidelined. As much as I want to see my beloved guy, I don't actually have a problem with him showing up once a year. My ideal status quo for him, short of manifesting my stupid knockoff Birds of Prey pitch into reality, would be something like the handful of appearances in the late 90s/early 2000s where he was wandering around playing poker. No team affiliation, no grand motive, just showing up in backups and cooldown issues between major arcs.

Vic has thrived as a side character in other people's books, and it would open up a lot of possibilities if he was set up in a place where writers can pull him for an issue or two without having to figure out whether any of the Checkmate stuff is still relevant or come up with a great idea for where to take him next. It's not that he couldn't develop further, but I'd much prefer him to stay static as a roaming weirdo than to rehash old arcs or go in a direction that cheapens his existing development. It's fine for him to be a supporting character in the communal toybox now that his story has ended, and he's a lot more likely to stay in people's minds and eventually be a part of something neat if he's hanging around.

That said, there are a few things about where he is as a person that I think would be worth expanding on if he's being set loose into canon to cause problems.

The first is that I want to know how he feels about being resurrected. I'm sure his reappearance would've felt weighty to someone who was a Vic fan when it happened, and focusing on Renee's reaction to him being back in Lois Lane was definitely the right choice, but looking at his appearances as a whole it ends up feeling... almost underwhelming? That might just be because making the spreadsheet broke my brain, but it's something any substantial appearance probably has to touch on. I don't even think it's weird that he's seemingly unfazed by waking up in an alternate universe, unlike some other characters who should probably have more feelings about being resurrected by continuity jank, but I do feel like there's a lot of room to look at *why* he's so chill. Even just as a contrast to a deeper exploration of someone else having a bad time about it, there are a lot of motifs to build from, and there's a lot you could do with how his self-perception has changed after yet another metamorphosis. (Based on the scraps of pagetime he's had, I'd point it somewhere in the direction of "he's been freed from old obligations, blurring the boundary between his Vic and Charlie personas.")

i also think there's a lot you could do with his old struggles with whether he was doing the right thing or just doing violence because he enjoyed it, and how he views himself now that he's stepped into a more Shiva-like role. This isn't a new development for him, but his initial shift into a wandering mentor wasn't something he planned - he initially left Hub City out of necessity, failed to start fresh, then latched onto Helena while seeking purpose. There's some interesting weight to him getting a chance to either have a fresh start somewhere else or return to Hub City without the weight of his history, and instead choosing to fuck around and intentionally get into trouble that has nothing to do with him, without even the excuse of mentorship.

There's also the problem of continuity housekeeping. It's not really necessary for tracking who remembers him since other heroes generally have their post-crisis continuity back, but the vibe of him roaming rather than returning home change a LOT depending on which version of Hub City exists (it tends to depend on Blue Beetle continuity, which is currently fucked), if Tot and/or Myra exist, and how long Vic was dead from their perspectives. Honestly there are a lot of good options here. I love Tot and want him to be a part of Renee's supporting cast, but the idea that Vic's civilian past literally does not exist is incredibly juicy.

Other than that... idk man. Just because I think he's underused doesn't mean I think he has to be important. Use him as a plot device for anyone who needs an annoying guy to make them introspect. Do more goofy oneoff mysteries. Let me write a teamup that sucks. Put That Guy In A Situation.

[artiststarme]

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 6

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Here's part 6! I'm kind of torn on what to do next. More angst or finally give them some happiness? Decisions, decisions. As always, thank you for reading and if you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

~*~*~*~

Eddie knew he had fucked things up with Steve. The dude had risked his life for him in the Upside Down and had looked damn good while doing it, half-naked and wearing Eddie’s own denim battle vest. It was enough to make any guy swoon. Eddie thought he was going to die down there for sure so he had spent his time flirting with Steve, invading his personal space, and generally just being overbearing. Why not? Then, completely out of character for him and against all odds, he survived his Spring Break from hell. Scarred and missing one nipple, but still. Alive.

He expected things to go back to normal after he was released from the hospital and had his name cleared. Normal being a DnD nerd, super-super-senior in high school, that never crossed paths with the King of Hawkins High. To his surprise, Steve “I’m not a king anymore, man” Harrington continued to seek him out and treated him like they had been friends forever. Then, Eddie decided to have a fucking crush on him, the straightest guy he knew. He had to create some distance between them because it would never be reciprocated and it would hurt too much for Steve to inevitably reject him. 

Then Steve left and Eddie realized that that hurt a lot more than his rejection ever would. Steve used to be everywhere. He would see him at the diner getting a burger, at the pool babysitting the kids, at Family Video on his long-ass shifts. Now, everywhere Eddie looked, he saw ghosts where Steve should be. 

He can’t blame Steve for leaving Hawkins. Hell, that’s been Eddie’s plan since he got here. No, he blames himself for pushing him away. And it’s not just him. They might not be saying it but he can tell the rest of the Party blame him as well. He can see Nancy looking at him accusingly from the corner of his eye when she thinks he isn’t looking. He can see Robin looking at him in annoyed pity whenever he enters the room. Most of all, he can see the kids’ faces darken when he has the gall to be around them after forcing their favorite babysitter out of town. 

Getting the call from Steve at the asscrack of dawn was a blessing really. Had he just fallen asleep after a long battle with his trauma-induced insomnia? Yes. Was he initially pissed and planning the murder of whomever dared to call him outside of normal-functioning hours? Also yes. But it was Steve! And god was he happy to hear from him. He wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere but instead seemingly thriving wherever the fuck he had run off to. The charming bastard even managed to get a job and a new place to live in less than a week. The conversation was stilted and awkward in a way that Eddie didn’t appreciate and hadn’t experienced with Steve since their first rendezvous in Rick’s boathouse but Eddie wouldn’t complain. He’s surprised Steve didn’t though after he ranted about DnD for the better part of an hour. But he didn’t. Instead, he agreed to call again later the very same day. And you better believe, Eddie was going to stare at the phone until he did. 

~*~*~*~

The kids didn’t know what was going on with Eddie. Henderson had gotten a call from him at 9 AM in which he reneged on his agreement to act as chauffeur to the pool. Unbeknownst to him and the other kids, Eddie wanted to be home to get the call from Steve. They hadn’t specified a time the night prior so he wanted to be available to take the call all day and he couldn’t bring himself to take the chance of missing it. The whole day, he lounged around the kitchen and living room of the new trailer just waiting for the call. Wayne came and went, sending his nephew strange looks as the TV played in the background of Eddie’s focus fixated on the phone. 

It was at half past 6 in the evening that he received the call and he answered on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey man, it’s Steve. I’m sorry for calling so late last night. I just… you know.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “I’m glad you called though. It was nice to hear from you.”

Steve nodded and twisted his lips awkwardly, “how are things in Hawkins?” 

“They’re alright. Robin has a shift at Family Video and the kids went to the pool, I think. How are things where you are?” Eddie asked tentatively, he didn’t want to anger Steve about asking for his location but he didn’t know quite what to say. 

“They’re okay. Betty came this morning to drop off juice and soup. She gave me the day off so I took the day to catch up on sleep. I’m fine now.” Steve answered hesitantly as if he was unsure of how much to share with Eddie. 

“You sound better today,” Eddie licked his lips as he thought of something, anything, else to say to keep Steve on the phone. “You like it there, wherever you are? You’re happy?”

Steve hummed, “I think I could be. I miss the kids and Robin but I wasn’t really seeing anyone back in Hawkins. My mom said you guys went to the house?”

Eddie’s eyes squinted as Steve’s words registered. His mom told him that they’d stopped by? She knew where he was, that conniving bit-, “Yeah. Dustin and I stopped by and that’s when we realized you weren’t there. Your dad told us to get off his property. I don’t mean to offend you Stevie, but your dad is kind of a dick.”

Steve belted out a startled laugh as though he had expected Eddie to say anything besides that. After a moment of laughter he said, “Well, his name is Richard so I guess it fits.”

That sent Eddie into hysterics. With the ice broken, they continued an upbeat conversation for just over two hours. They spoke of the kids, shitty parents, the worst kinds of coffee to make at the shop, and the sweltering weather they were having. It left Eddie feeling assured and sanguine. But deep down, he was filled with a bittersweet sadness. He was happy that Steve was finally enjoying himself and working a job that he loved. At the same time though, the Party was still trying to find him and convince him to come back home. That outcome was looking more and more bleak. 

But having some contact with Steve was better than none at all and this conversation had gone better than Eddie had ever imagined. So, when Steve tried to end the call, Eddie panicked a little bit. 

“Eddie? I have to go, I’m working the opening shift for the coffee shop tomorrow so I have to wake up early.”

“Wait, Steve! Can you please call me again? It was uh- it was nice talking to you today. I’d really like to do it again.”

He felt Steve hesitate through the phone. “Um, yeah I guess I can call after my shift tomorrow. Are you sure you want me to keep bothering you?”

Eddie’s heart chipped away a little bit more at his words. “Stevie, you’re not bothering me. I like talking to you. You’re not a bother.”

Steve thought about it before he hummed. Eddie heard him breathe in a deep breath and answer, “Then yeah, I can call around 3 tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, big boy. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Steve laughed a bit before saying goodnight. Eddie placed the phone back on its cradle and let a small, saccharine smile overtake his face. He was going to talk to Steve again tomorrow. Hell yeah!

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[neatangent]

I think I have cracked the chelby code , I was interested in the movie on the trailer alone but the compilation of chelby comics on YouTube made me seal the deal , on the topic of trailers

I never saw a trailer basically tell audience what’s supposed to be a surprise and the fact that by the end Ruby is fighting against a red giant monster with a trident and Chelsea appearing in this promo as a mermaid with red hair and a trident https://youtu.be/99_TZqyyDrE?si=DZKhz4qGt6wGfyls

If that wasn’t enough there also this

It’s kinda of embarrassing how telegraphed the twist was , and when the movie confirmed it , it should have sinked the ship right ? … weeeeelllllll no

and as someone who knew of it after the movie release , whenever you ship it or not ,

let me explain why it didn’t :

From scene one the story explains how krakens are misunderstood creatures , being labeled as bloodthirsty monsters but in reality they are noble guardians victims of prejudice , so much that the Gillmans have to pretend to be Canadians to live on Oceanside , it’s a simple story on how you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but there is a problem , and that problem are the mermaids , the trailer itself calls them vain narcissist , basically what people thinks the krakens were , the mermaids actually are ,

some saw a problem with this , the movie presents all krakens as good and all mermaids as evil which is true in the narrative , but something like this already happened before , back when SVTFOE wasnt a dumpster fire , it tackled the theme of historical revisionism https://youtu.be/O-mr46TOHmk?feature=shared

And the stories pass down to generations might have been modified to fit a narrative

The thing is the setup is not that much different from what grandmamah tells Ruby , both end up ruling unchallenged a vast territory even though many others inhabit it , it’s like if star was right from the start and monster were only evil and the were was no wrong in conquering their territory , so people were a bit confused on how the movie seemingly presented on side as missunderstood and the other as completely in the wrong , of course the actual answer it’s that riff on the little mermaid , but nothing on the movie is about the little mermaid, Chelsea just looks like her and people like her because they thought she saved Connor , but enough about that a movie should criticized what it is and not what it could been ,

which brings me to the main reason on why chelby still exist and it’s thriving (on tumblr) , the movie does a terrible job at presenting any character that are not the Gillmans , Chelsea or the captain that is actually pretty funny , Ruby friend group have one personality trait each , goth girl , clown girl and streamer , Connor exist as a reward for Ruby at the end and aside from maybe skating I cannot tell you what he likes aside from the things that Ruby likes ( I dare you to came up with something) ,

that leaves out Chelsea that despite being presented as a self centered popular girl until the very end it’s the only positive reinforcement Ruby has in the story , everyone else either disappears like Ruby friends ( which would have ditched to go to prom without her ) , grandmamah basically wants her to be the next in line to the throne ( a kraken always answer the call ) and Agatha left Ruby in the dark about the whole situation of her being capable of becoming a kraken , this leaves Chelsea in a weird position story wise she’s the main antagonist but it’s also a mentor to Ruby and it’s what she needs the most at the moment , case in point in a moment of vulnerability Ruby goes to her

and she actually received good advice and from this point on the movie is about Chelsea teaching Ruby how to be more in touch with her kraken side and with all the previous points it comes together to make them the most intriguing relationship in the movie and it made people want that the story would have been focused on them

[hookedonapirate]

I’LL WAIT A LIFETIME OR TWO

Summary:

At forty, Emma Swan is living her best life. She's happily single and owns a thriving art gallery with her best friend Elsa. And of course, there's the love of her life, her teenage son, Henry.

Since the divorce three years ago, her carefully curated life has been quiet, peaceful, ordinary. She couldn’t ask for anything more. So why does the one guy she ends up falling for have to be the rockstar her son has a poster of on his bedroom wall, whose life is nothing short of extraordinary?

The Idea of You AU

Rated: M

AO3

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CHAPTER SEVEN

If I didn’t have the privilege of witnessing the anger brewing in Elsa’s eyes the next evening, her heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor would definitely give it away, the sound hurting my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

Henry bounds into the foyer, his eyes bright as he heads toward the staircase. “Hey, Elsa.”

“Oh, hey, Henry,” she greets him much more warmly than she did with me. “How are you feeling?”

His brows knit together as he pauses to give her a puzzled look. “I’m great. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” Elsa replies with an exaggerated grin. She shoots me a pointed glance.

Shit.

She’s definitely on to me.

Oblivious to our silent exchange, Henry continues his ascent up the steps, taking them two at a time.

As soon as his bedroom door clicks shut, Elsa pivots toward me, her hands planted firmly on her hips and one eyebrow arched in accusation. “He seems awfully lively for someone recovering from food poisoning.”

My cheeks heat under her penetrating gaze as I attempt to deflect. “Teens, right? They bounce back so quickly.” Judging by the skeptical tilt of her head, she isn’t buying it. Which really shouldn’t be surprising. I should’ve known she’d find out about what happened with Walsh before I got the chance to tell her the truth. “Want some wine?” I’m definitely going to need some liquid courage for this conversation.

Elsa follows me into the kitchen with a resigned sigh. “Yes, we’re going to need it...but you know I’m not letting this go, right?”

“I know. That’s what the wine is for..” With a shaky laugh, I grab two glasses from the cupboard and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I fumble with the corkscrew, struggling to open it as my nerves take over. I hadn’t planned on telling her about Killian yet, but images from last night’s encounter with him flash through my mind—his touch, his kisses, the way his tongue felt inside me, the way he felt inside me—and I know if I don’t tell someone soon, I’m going to burst. Our night together was the best I’ve ever had. And usually, I tell Elsa everything, so not telling her feels wrong, almost illegal.

“Em, why did you ditch Walsh last night?” she asks, her tone teetering between reproach and intrigue. 

An involuntary sigh escapes me as I pry the cork loose with a satisfying pop and pour a generous amount, the rich, ruby liquid cascading into our glasses. “How did you know Henry didn’t have food poisoning?”

“Because you would’ve told me. You usually tell me everything.” She accepts her glass, her gaze downcast, tone softening. “Though lately, it doesn’t seem that way.”

My insides twist, a cold, clammy stream of guilt slithering down my spine. I should’ve told her the truth from the beginning. In fact, I never should’ve agreed to a date with Walsh in the first place. “I know and I’m sorry…I would’ve told you sooner…it’s just…it’s complicated.”

She looks up at me with a raised brow. “Complicated how?”

I lift my gaze, as if I could somehow see through the ceiling to where Henry’s room is. “We should take this outside,” I propose, reaching for the wine bottle and my glass.

We transition to the patio to continue our conversation under the stars and twinkling lights of the pergola, beyond the ears of any curious listeners.

Elsa sinks into the plush sofa as I ignite the fire pit, the warm flicker of the flames casting dancing shadows around us. I ease into the rocking chair beside her, and we cradle our glasses as we pick up where we left off.

Taking a deep breath, a smile slowly spreads over my lips, unrestrained. “You have to promise to not judge me.”

“Judge you? Why would I judge you?” Her eyes narrow, then widen, her face paling as I take a sip of my wine. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with Neal.”

I almost spit out my drink, the mere thought leaving a bitter taste in my mouth and making my stomach churn. “No, God, no!” I exclaim, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Thank God.” Elsa’s shoulders relax and she lets out a breath. “Then what is it?”

“Well, remember when I said lunch with Killian was strictly business?”

“Yeaaah.” Elsa studies me for a moment, then her eyes light up. “Ha! I knew it!” She leans forward, pointing a finger in the air. “I knew there was something more going on between you two.”

I peer into my glass. “I didn’t rush to tell you because I wasn’t sure where things between us were going. But now…” I bite my smile. “Now I think I might really like him.” It feels amazing to get that off my chest.

Her face lights up, then dims a little, her brows furrowing. “Okay, then tell me this—why agree to go out with Walsh?”

“Because I stupidly thought I could forget Killian…but that failed.”

“Okay.” She observes some more for a moment, connecting the dots, putting the pieces together. Then I can actually see the pieces click into place because her eyes sparkle as she lets out a squeak. “You had sex with him, didn’t you?!”

“Shhhh! Not so loud,” I whisper, my blushing smile giving myself away.

Elsa clamps a hand over her mouth, her eyes glinting with apology. “Oops. Sorry.” She removes her hand, speaking more quietly. “And how does Henry feel about all this?”

I shrug, my stomach twinging with guilt as I trace the rim of my glass. “He doesn’t know yet. I’m not sure how he’d react, you know? I’m not even sure what this is.”

“I understand, but you should definitely tell him soon, before he finds out some other way.”

“I know, I’m planning on it. I’m just not quite ready yet.” I don’t think I’ll ever be.

Her eyes light up. “So, tell me everything. How did this thing with Killian even start?”

I take a sip of my wine before launching into the story of how we met in the trailer and everything that’s happened since. The guilt in my stomach eases slightly as I finally share my secret.

“Wait, Killian…isn’t he Henry’s idol?”

“Yes,” I admit, biting my bottom lip. “Which is exactly why I can’t tell him. And also because of the age gap. He’s closer to Henry’s age than he is mine.”

“How young are we talking?” Elsa leans forward, her eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“Twenties…mid-twenties,” I specify hesitantly, avoiding her gaze as I swirl the wine in my glass.

“So?” She waves her hand dismissively, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s nothing.”

My eyes widen in surprise. “So, don’t you think it’s weird?” 

“No, why would it be?” Elsa’s tone is confident, reassuring as she reaches out and places a hand on my arm.

I narrow my eyes at her, remembering all the late-night conversations we had when Neal left me for Wendy, who is thirteen years his junior and also in her mid-twenties at the time. The judgment, the scrutiny he got from us as we dissected their relationship with such disdain. Closing my eyes briefly, I shake my head, trying to understand why she’s taking this so much easier than I thought she would. “Hang on, so, when Neal does it, it’s gross, but when I do it, it’s fine?”

“Yes,” she answers without blinking. “Because Neal was married when he got together with Wendy. You’re not.” She smiles. “And also because I hate him and I love you.” She leans back, her expression thoughtful. “I can’t believe you’re dating a rockstar. It’s so...not you.”

I laugh, more of the tension lifting from my shoulders. “Tell me about it. But he’s more than just a rockstar, Elsa. He’s kind, funny and he just…he makes me feel like...like I can be myself. Like, who knew the one guy I can do that with is someone who can’t even walk outside without attracting flocks of fans and paparazzi?”

She smiles warmly. “Then I’m happy for you. You deserve someone who makes you feel that way.” Her smile dims. “Just be careful.”

I furrow my brows. “Be careful of what?”

“Of getting too attached.”

“What do you mean?”

Elsa sighs regrettably. “I just don’t want you to fall in too deep only to get your heart broken. I mean, like you said, he can’t go anywhere without attracting attention. Every time he steps outside, It's raining women, and as much as I’d love to believe you are one in a million in his world, he is still a man. A celebrity, to boot.”

I wave off her words, at the same time trying to wave off the ache in my gut. I had a similar thought during the car ride on the way to dinner last night, but I convinced myself this is only a fleeting dalliance. “You don’t have to worry about me, okay? This is just a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I am enjoying the ride while it lasts.”

She eyes me skeptically, not sure if she quite believes me. “You sure you can handle this?”

“Please, I totally got this.”

~*~

On Monday morning, the events of the other night replay in my mind, bringing a smile to my lips as I stretch languidly beneath the sheets. Killian’s touch still lingers on my skin, his presence a phantom warmth beside me.

Pushing aside the covers, I slip out of bed and pad softly across the room. The days have felt different since our encounter, lighter somehow. I feel lighter, like I’m floating on a cloud and can’t seem to come back to the ground. In the kitchen, I reach for the canister of cocoa powder, sugar and milk, deciding to make Henry something special this morning.

I whisk together the ingredients, watching the chocolate meld into the creamy liquid as visions of Killian, his strong hands, his blue eyes, his glorious, naked body filter through my mind. The rich aroma fills the air, and I can’t help but hum a tune under my breath—one of Killian’s songs that’s been stuck in my head since last night when I was watching his music videos in my room, listening through my AirPods.

“Morning, Mom,” Henry greets me as he enters the kitchen, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“Good morning, Kid.” Pouring the cocoa into a mug, I add a generous swirl of whipped cream.

“Is that a Midnight Moon song you’re humming?”

“Uh, yeah, it was on the radio and I couldn’t get it out of my head.” I look away from him, sprinkling the cinnamon over the whipped cream, hoping he doesn’t see right through me. But when I look over at him again, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, their songs tend to have that effect on people.”

I turn and present him with the steaming mug, the whipped cream forming a soft peak. “Made you some hot cocoa. With extra everything.”

Henry takes the mug, his brow furrowing slightly as he eyes me with curiosity. His gaze is so much like mine—observant, searching. He’s always been perceptive, even as a child, picking up on the unspoken emotions and the hidden stories behind a smile.

“Thanks, but...what’s the special occasion?” Henry asks, taking a tentative sip of the cocoa. “It’s not my birthday yet.”

“Why does it have to be a special occasion for me to make you hot cocoa?”

“Because you only make me hot cocoa on my birthday, holidays and when I’m sick.”

“Why can’t I whip up my son his favorite treat on a nondescript Monday simply because I love him to pieces?” I reach out, wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight, leaving a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

He wipes at the spot, narrowing his eyes at me. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You’ve just been kinda floaty since yesterday.”

“Floaty?” I repeat, feigning ignorance while trying to keep my expression neutral. My heart beats a little faster under his scrutiny, the secret of my night with Killian suddenly feeling like a bright neon sign above my head.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard you humming songs in the kitchen before, you’ve been super nice and smiling a lot.” Henry studies me over the rim of his mug, his green eyes narrowed in playful suspicion. “Did you hit it off with that Walsh guy?” He immediately shakes his head. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know.”

“I’m fine, Henry,” I assure him, hoping my voice doesn’t betray the butterflies dancing in my stomach. “Everything is completely normal.” I flash him a reassuring smile.

“Uh-huh.” He doesn’t look entirely convinced. “Well, thanks for the hot chocolate. It’s really good.”

“Anytime, kid.” After he leaves the kitchen, the corners of my lips tug into a smirk as I sip my own hot chocolate.

~*~

I’ve been dreading lunch with Neal ever since the word “yes” slipped out of my mouth and I stupidly forgot to cancel. He claimed he wants to discuss Henry’s upcoming birthday, but why couldn’t we have done that over a phone call? Or via text? Why did I have to meet him in person where his face will just remind me of how much Henry mirrors his father?

But the anticipation of meeting Killian tonight in his hotel room is what will get me through a dreadful hour of having to sit and chat with my ex. Killian had called me yesterday to set something up, knowing he’d be in the area with the band. And I, of course, said yes.

As if seeing Neal isn’t bad enough, he insisted on meeting at Soho House, where he conducts most of his business deals over power lunches. I can’t deny the exquisite art collection here and its aesthetic appeal, but the atmosphere drips with pretension and judgment.

I step into the rooftop garden room, which basks in the California sunshine, wicker lanterns hanging overhead, swaying softly in the breeze. Olive trees sporadically dot the space with their gnarled trunks and silver-green leaves, the floor-to-ceiling windows affording panoramic views of the sprawling West Hollywood hills.

As I head to Neal’s favorite table positioned in the back corner, laughter echoes from the center of the room near the koi pond, freezing me in my place, the air leaving my lungs. The sound is familiar—a timbre I’ve come to associate with one person in particular, a sound that always sends a tingle down my spine—and it draws my gaze like a magnet.

Even from behind, Killian is unmistakable—the tousled dark hair that never seems entirely tamed, broad shoulders tapering down into lean muscles. My skin tingles when I think about how soft his hair felt between my fingers as his tongue was buried inside me, how good those muscles had felt beneath my fingertips when he was driving into me. The images make me shudder with pleasure, heat pooling in my core.

My heart skips a beat, and I find myself changing course, making my way to Killian instead. He, his bandmates and a few women, Mary Margaret among them, sprawl comfortably around a table strewn with half-drained glasses and plates of food, their boisterous laughter and animated conversation permeating the air.

A twinge of jealousy gnaws at my insides at their closeness and camaraderie. I want to be a part of it, to be a part of Killian’s world.

His piercing blue eyes find mine, locking me in place for a heartbeat too long. I force a polite smile, reminding myself to breathe. “Killian,” I greet, approaching their table with feigned nonchalance.

“Emma?” He launches from his seat and approaches me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I look over at Neal, and thankfully, he’s too busy, his face buried in the New York Times, to notice me over here.

I can tell Killian wants to kiss me, his eyes dropping to my lips, but then he looks over at his group. “You guys remember Emma, right? From Coachella?”

A chorus of hellos from the group greets me warmly, and I smile back, waving at them. Judging by the relaxed smile on Liam’s face—on all their faces—Killian hasn’t told them we slept together. He mentioned his brother’s protectiveness, so I wonder what Liam would say about Killian being with a forty-year-old woman.

“Would you like to join us?” Killian asks, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Yes, please, you should join us.” Mary Margaret gestures me over.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” I say regretfully, tucking a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear. I would much rather stay here with them—with Killian—than go over and have lunch with Neal. “I’m meeting Neal here for lunch.”

Killian’s eyebrow arches just slightly—a silent question mark hanging between us. “Neal, as in your ex-husband?” His mouth twists into a small frown, his dark eyes flickering with something akin to jealousy.

“Yeah. But believe me, it’s nothing more than ‘just lunch.’”

“Mind if I swing by to say hi?” he asks, his casual demeanor belying the intensity of his gaze.

“Sure, why not,” I gesture over at Neal’s table in the corner, knowing full well the ‘why not’ part. But it’s too late to retreat now.

As Killian’s arm slips from my shoulders, I wave once more at the group and continue to Neal’s table, taking a seat across from him. He’s impeccably dressed, as always, his brown hair perfectly coiffed. He engages me in small talk as I cradle my chin in my hand and nod when necessary, but I can’t really hear what he says because all I can think about is how close Killian is. I can’t see him or hear him but I can feel his presence, and I’m on the edge of my seat, ready to run back over there, but I’m mustering all the willpower inside me to stay put.

“Emma, you look...distracted.”

“Just the usual whirlwind at the gallery,” I deflect, grateful for years of practice keeping my emotions under wraps.

“So, I’ve been thinking about Henry’s birthday,” Neal says, taking a sip of his water. “I want to buy him a car.”

I raise a brow. “A new car? Neal, that’s…expensive.”

“It’s not new. It’s used.” Neal taps his phone a few times and then turns the screen toward me. “I’ve been looking at this one.” It’s a picture of a sleek, red convertible—exactly the type of car I’d expect Neal to pick for our son. “I thought it would be perfect for Henry’s seventeenth birthday. He’s getting his driver’s license soon.”

I stare at the image, my heart pounding in my chest. The car is beautiful, no doubt, but the thought of Henry driving through the chaotic streets of Los Angeles behind the wheel of such a powerful vehicle makes my stomach churn.

“It looks like a great car, Neal,” I say carefully, trying to mask my anxiety. “But... don’t you think it’s a bit much? We usually have a price cap. I got him some screenwriting supplies—a drawing tablet and ‘Save the Cat’.”

“That’s okay. He’ll have something educational and something powerful.”

That has me sighing. He’s totally missing the point.

“Look, he’s a responsible kid, Ems. And he’s going to need a reliable car for college visits and everything else coming up.”

“I know he’s responsible. I just worry about him driving in LA, especially with all the traffic and...well, everything.”

“Relax, he’ll be fine. We’ll make sure he gets extra driving lessons if that helps. I just want to give him something special. Plus, it’s a safe model with top-notch safety features.”

“Which won’t do him any good in the event of a rollover,” I point out, the thought making my stomach turn. 

Neal waves a dismissive hand. “Highly unlikely. Convertibles have centered gravity. They have a lower risk of rolling over than other vehicles.”

I shake my head, unconvinced. “That may be true, but I think a Chrysler Pacifica would be a better choice for a first car,” I suggest, arching an eyebrow at the impractical choice for a new driver navigating LA’s hectic streets.

Neal chuckles, shaking his head. “Ems, he’s going to be a high school senior in the fall, not a soccer mom. He needs something cool to impress his friends. You don’t want him to get laughed at, do you?”

I roll my eyes. On one hand, I appreciate that Neal is discussing this with me before making such a big purchase. On the other hand, I doubt anything I say will sway him in a different direction. So, coming to me first is rather pointless. This entire lunch is pointless. “Well, excuse me if I think safety trumps ‘cool’ when it comes to our son.”

Before Neal can respond, Killian strides over all suave and gallant.

Saved by the bell.

He’s wearing a Metallica t-shirt with a graphic of an electric guitar under the band name, slightly faded and perfectly worn, the short sleeves showing off the tattoos inking his arms. His ripped jeans hug his frame just right, the tears and frays artfully scattered across the denim. A vast contrast to Neal’s perfectly tailored charcoal Brioni suit, with a deep purple silk tie.

I’m now realizing how much my tastes have changed over the years. I used to prefer the polished, business type—men like Neal, who exude success and confidence. But now, I find myself more attracted to the rugged bad boy look. Or maybe it’s just Killian I’m attracted to. The thought makes me smirk inwardly. He looks good. And he smells good. Really, really good. The urge to touch him is unbearable.

He flashes me a toothy grin. “Fancy seeing you here, love.”

Neal’s eyebrows arch in a silent question as he takes in Killian’s appearance, like who is this guy?

“Hi, I’m Killian.” He extends his hand, and despite Neal’s initial skepticism, he shakes it reluctantly, meeting Killian’s with a cautious grip.

“Neal.”

“Good to meet you, Neal.”

“Likewise,” Neal replies, the word coated in cordiality. His brow is raised and there’s a slight tilt of the head, his lips slightly parted.

“Killian’s uh…he’s…”

“An art collector…who has an eye for beautiful artwork, like the ones in Emma’s gallery.”

I smirk, more amused by the way Neal’s looking at him than how casually Killian just strolled up to us and introduced himself to Neal.

“Is that so?”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your lunch. We’ll touch base soon.”

“Sounds good,” I say casually, taking a sip of my water.

Killian flashes a grin before leaving a trail of tension in his wake.

As he walks away, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. There’s a heaviness in my chest, the weight of unsaid words and hidden glances. But here, with Neal’s analyzing gaze on me, I can’t afford to reveal how deeply Killian’s proximity affects me.

“Interesting character,” Neal comments after a moment, turning his attention back to me, though his gaze lingers on Killian’s retreating figure.

I bite my tongue to refrain from saying anything to that.

“He seems familiar though. Didn’t I see him on a late-night show?” 

“Maybe,” I murmur noncommittally, smoothing out the napkin on my lap.

“Is he an actor?”

I shake my head, sipping my water. “No.”

“Cassidy!”

I’m saved by the bell once again when Greg Mendell, Neal’s friend and fellow attorney, strides up to their table.

“Mendell,” Neal greets with a firm handshake.

However, this interruption is not as welcome. By me anyway. In fact, my stomach twists at the sight of him as the memories of the night I found out about Neal’s affair resurface. Greg and his wife were both there, both well aware of what Neal was doing behind my back, yet they smiled and laughed over dinner as if everything was fantastic.

Greg turns to me. “Emma, this is a pleasant surprise. How are you doing?”

I force a polite smile. “I’m great. How are you? How’s Tamara?”

“Tamara’s great. Thanks for asking. She’s been buried in her work as usual. Lots of late nights at the lab.”

I nod, pretending to be interested, and thankfully his attention on me is brief. He and Neal get into a heated debate about a recent case as my phone vibrates in my purse. I discreetly pull it out and glance at the screen. 

Killian: Yep, hate him even more.

I choke down the laughter threatening to escape. I look up, but Neal and Greg are still caught up in conversation, paying me no mind. My phone vibrates again, my heart skipping a beat when I read the next message.

Killian: Gods, I missed you.

Killian: You look beautiful btw 😍 

Me: So do you. 😚

Killian: Meet me in the lavvy in 5 minutes? 😉

I bite my bottom lip, the sweet ache of our night together rushing back full force.

Me: Can you make it in two?

The response is immediate.

Killian: Absolutely.

I almost knock over the chair in my eagerness to get up. The two men both pause from their conversation to look at me. “Sorry, I just need to step out for a moment.” 

“Everything okay?” Neal asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Fine. Just fine,” I reply hastily. “Be right back.” I smooth out my skirt, trying to appear calm and collected. But on the inside, my heart is racing. When I pass Killian’s table, his gaze meets mine, that familiar hunger that was there the night we made love, igniting in his eyes, making my skin heat, a small smile pulling at my lips.

This is crazy, I tell myself. I’m about to get it on in the restroom if that wink emoji is any indication. But it’s too late. I’m already stepping inside the ladies’ room.

The door opens not a minute later, Killian slipping in and locking it with an urgency that mirrors my own, filling the small space with his magnetic presence. His intense blue eyes lock on mine, sending a spark through my veins. The air thins as he steps closer, and we’re swept up in an intense kiss that’s as explosive as it is urgent, leaving no room for hesitation or pretense. It’s as if we’re both starved for this contact, this affirmation that the other night wasn’t just a dream. His kiss is urgent, demanding, and I respond with equal fervor, tangling my fingers in his tousled hair. The world beyond these walls ceases to exist, and there’s only Killian and the way he makes me feel—alive, wanted, aflame.

He presses me against the wall, steadying us in our shared recklessness. I bury my hands in his hair as he wraps his arm around my waist. Needing this man like I need air, I fumble for his jeans, hastily undoing them as Killian shimmies up my skirt so it’s around my hips. A soft moan escapes me, lost in the echo of our hushed urgency. We’re consumed by the moment, giving in to the pull of desire that has become our gravity. It’s reckless and wild, a fire we’re both too willing to stoke.

He lifts me up by the back of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist and setting me on the sink as he pushes my panties aside and presses the velvety head of his cock against my entrance. The conversation I had with Elsa tries to creep into my already foggy brain, but I push it aside as I push my hand inside his pants. There are things I want to ask him, but there’s no time for it now.

Our unified gasps mingle at the connection when he enters me—a sweet burn that elicits a decadent groan from his lips.

Killian moves inside me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts into me with an intense rhythm that has me clutching onto his shoulders and begging him not to stop between moans and choked gasps.

“Gods, Emma,” he whispers against my neck, his breath hot on my skin as I card my fingers through his hair. I’m undone by it, by him, by this intoxicating connection that defies all reason and logic. “Fuck…” He growls. “You’re so damn tight…” His voice is ragged, his breath heavy—he’s close.

His hand reaches between us, rubbing tight circles on my clit. The sudden sensation makes me jolt and flutter. “Killian…” I gasp as the coiling in my belly intensifies. “Fuck, I’m so close…” I grab his hand, clamping it over my mouth to muffle my moans as my voice hits an embarrassingly high note, one I hope no one can hear.

A smirk plays on his lips as he leans down to suckle and nip at my neck and shoulder—the kill shot that sends me spiraling into a mind-numbing climax. My body locks up as waves of pleasure wash over me and he follows close behind with an inaudible sound that’s part growl, part groan.

He buries his face in the crock of my neck just long enough for us to catch our breaths and regain some semblance of coherence. He withdraws and tucks himself back into his pants before he helps me down. “I better let you get back to your lunch, love,” he breathes with a cocky smirk, kissing me on the lips, “before you’re missed.”

Right. Lunch. I forgot all about that. 

“See you tonight?”

I manage a nod, still recovering from my mind-boggling orgasm.

I take a deep breath to gather my composure, watching him go before I clean myself up—already anticipating tonight when I’ll get to see him again. I smooth down my hair, trying to erase the evidence of hot bathroom sex from my appearance as best as I can.

“Everything okay?” Neal asks as I slide back into my seat, his eyes searching mine.

“Perfectly fine,” I manage, my voice steady despite how flushed I am. I pick up my fork and eat my lunch that was brought to our table while I was gone as I struggle to focus on Neal’s words. He’s talking, but my mind is still tangled up with Killian, with the taste of him that lingers on my lips.

I nod and smile a dopey smile, still feeling, as Henry put it, all floaty as I replay the last few minutes over and over. I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross, falling deeper into something that should scare me. But the fear is muted, overshadowed by the thrill of the forbidden, the intoxicating rush of being desired by Killian Jones.

“Ems, you’ve been acting off lately.” Neal’s voice cuts through my reverie, sharp with concern—or is it suspicion? “What’s gotten into you?”

I have to stifle a laugh, doing everything I can to push down the need to answer that question.

Eight inches, I want to tell him. Eight inches of hot, throbbing rockstar dick has gotten into me.

But I don’t.

“Sorry, just a lot on my mind with work,” I lie smoothly, hoping he’ll buy it. And for now, he seems to.

But as he returns to whatever he was talking about, I can’t help but wonder how long I’ll be able to keep this secret, to juggle the fragments of my life without dropping them all. Because with every stolen moment with Killian, I’m weaving a more complex web, one that threatens to entangle us all.

As I head out of the garden room, navigating the dim corridor, Greg catches up to me, also on his way out. “So...” he murmurs casually as we continue walking side by side, his hands in his pockets, “Killian Jones. Very impressive.”

His words have me stopping in my tracks and furrowing my brows at him. “Excuse me?”

He stops and turns to look at me, his lips curving into a devious smirk as he leans in closer. “Neal might be blind, but that’s how he let you slip through his fingers to begin with.”

I’m frozen in my spot, but my heart is beating like a drum, my skin flushed. Had he seen Killian go into the ladies’ room? Had he heard us?

“Don’t worry,” he assures me with a wink, but his words aren’t very reassuring, “your secret is safe with me.”

~*~

As soon as Killian opens the door to his hotel room, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and greet him with a mind-numbing kiss that sets my skin ablaze and helps me forget lunch with Neal and the things Greg said to me. Killian’s lips are soft and warm, and when he swipes his tongue over mine, it’s implanting all kinds of ideas in my head. And not just ideas of what I think he should do with that tongue of his.

He breaks the kiss, tucking some hair behind my ear as his lips curl into a smirk. “So that was Neal, huh?”

“Yep, that’s him,” I answer breathlessly, eyeing his lips. I want to kiss him again, but he seems insistent on talking about my ex.

He eyes me suspiciously, despite the playful grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Why do I keep finding you on dates with other men?”

I snort-laugh at the notion I’d ever consider anything more with my ex ever again. “With Neal, it’s ‘just lunch.’ Henry’s birthday is coming up soon, and we were discussing possible gifts,” I explain simply, not wanting to delve into the whole car debate. Because it’s just the two of us now, and our time together is limited. And I don’t want to taint it by talking about Neal.

“Swan, I’ve been on the receiving end of your ‘just lunch.’”

I rake my fingers over his chest, relishing his warmth, the solid muscles hidden beneath his shirt. I’m also enjoying the jealousy sparking in those mesmerizing blue eyes. “Trust me, lunch with Neal is ‘just lunch—’” I smirk—“until Killian Jones shows up. Then it becomes something else entirely.”

He flashes me his most irresistible, cockiest grin. “What can I say? I’m always the life of the party, love.”

His words send a thrill through me as I kiss him, guiding him backward toward the bed and slipping my hands under his shirt, his abs rippling under my palms. I get rid of the intrusive material and toss it aside, kissing the scowl off his lips when his prized shirt lands on the floor. I giggle against his lips. “When I returned from the ladies’ room, Neal asked what’s gotten into me lately, and I just about died.”

His eyebrow arches upward in amusement, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he curls his hands around my hips. “So tell me, love. What has gotten into you lately?”

I can’t suppress my smirk as I unbutton his pants and drag down the zipper, my heart racing in anticipation. My gaze never leaving his. “I’ll show you exactly what’s gotten into me.”

With a swift push against his chest, he falls back onto the bed. I climb on top of him, tug down his pants and show him exactly what has gotten into me lately. With my lips, my tongue, my mouth. Eliciting delicious noises and reactions from him that set every nerve in my body on fire.

I run my tongue along his length and take all eight inches into my mouth, enjoying the taste of him, the scent of him, the firm yet gentle tug as his fingers get tangled in my hair.

Mmm. Mm. Mmm.

I love every inch of what has gotten into me.

Every. Glorious. Inch.

[jemmo]

watching this last episode i'm just...... why SH.... why call SW?!!?!?? My poor JS's face when he didn't get a voicemail. Like i'm glad they were happy in the end but damn... my feelings...

anon cont: piggybacking off that... why do i feel like if SW had left a voicemail for SH then SH might have had a more difficult time choosing JS? Like I totally believe JS and SH were supposed to be together and really do like each other ... but the part of me that studied psychology at college tells me there's a part of SH that may have very well had chosen SW from the beginning if SW was just a little bit clearer with his intentions...!!

there’s two different things at play here anon, and I think you’re right in saying that if seonwoo had been clearer with his feelings earlier, i don’t want to go as far to say they would’ve ended up together bc sungho’s feelings for junsung are still there and junsung would still pursue him even if seonwoo had been more forward, but I think it would’ve been harder, or seonwoo would’ve been a stronger pull, but I don’t wanna say they would’ve ended up together first of all bc I adore 2sung so much, but also for reasons that I’ve ranted about way too many times, I don’t think sungho and seonwoo would’ve been right for each other. that line he wrote in his letter about waking up and seeing sungho up early that first day and feeling like he saw someone similar to him sticks out to me bc I do think they have some similarities, it’s almost like, and I say this for everyone seonwoo connects with, sungho is someone sungho wishes he could be, be it his bravery or how carefree he is or whatever, and I think seeing their similarities makes him more wistful for that. and I do think there’s attraction and connection but I don’t think that manifesting into a relationship would’ve ever been the best way for it to go for them. and I stick by believing seonwoo needing someone that can keep him more in check and call him out and while I think sungho has some elements of that, I think seonwoo looks at him as younger and cuter and their relationship would fall into that imbalance. sungho needs someone who dotes on him but also is on a level with him, and I don’t think seonwoo should be the older, in charge person he thinks he needs to be.

and while it confused me for a second that sungho didn’t call junsung, I chalk this more up to the show itself, bc junsung and sungho becoming established before the end, in their eyes, isn’t fun tv, bc now they can’t continue that storyline, and I feel like, whether told to or not, sungho knew that calling junsung was obvious and so he didn’t do it. maybe he did just want to show seonwoo how grateful he was, idk, but I see it more as a last ditch effort to stir up some anticipation. but sungho didn’t have to call junsung for me to know he would pick him, I mean come on it’s so damn obvious, and I also quite like it bc it stays true to this thing that I’ve liked about them where their relationship began and grew and almost thrived outside of the show’s rules and premise. they never really needed a phone call or voicemail to communicate their feelings bc they just did it themselves, it’s like they never felt the need to stick to these displays of affection the show put in place and I kind of love that. it shows that no matter what, when two people like each other, there’s really no framework that their feelings need to be put in or conveyed through, it’ll kinda just happen. and plus it gives them another reason to playfully banter which is just adorable.

[jrueships]

you asked, you shall receive (also forgive me this is gonna be hella long but also it's ur fault bc u asked for it)

so what i was thinking of was that before the season even starts, hollywood thinks he's gotten over the whole qb-wr-breakup thing quite well. it's been more than a year since he got traded, he got a whole season down with his new team, so he thinks it's all gucci leading up to opening week.

this confidence comes crashing down on him though when the season actually starts, and he sees lamar & obj chopping it up better than they ever did (this is just a bold prediction laced w a lil hope from me but don't mind it). it doesn't help that lamar has really good chemistry with the rest of his brand new receiver core as well, with rashod and especially that rookie zay flowers (who's already been called a "better hollywood" before). it nags at hollywood's pride to see his ex (lmao) thrive without even thinking of him, to the point where he rants to kyler whenever the ravens do something (aka hating because they're good). he tries to keep his feelings at bay until week 8, but inevitably fails once the game rolls around and lamar has that same great chemistry with his receivers (especially obj, but he's like The Notorious B.O.T.T.O.M. so it doesn't matter)

the game goes how the game goes, but after the fact, they do the ole shake hands pat on the helmet thing and hollywood is zoned out most of the time. when he gets to lamar, he tries desperately to avoid eye contact, avoid seeing the shimmering lights of victory (another bold prediction but shhhh) in lamar's eyes. lamar doesn't carry that air of somberness and melancholy that he did during the preseason game last year, he looks like he's moved on from the trade for real and something about it bothers hollywood. basically, the roles are flipped from last time and hollywood hates it lmao

this is mostly from holly's perspective but if you want i could expand a lil more on lamar's side of things (i do think this all messed holly up more than it did lamar but maybe that's my bias as a ravens fan lol)

KARMA KARMA KARMA KARMA!!!!!!! I LOVE IT.

^^a good remind of my thoughts to hone in the irony

YES THOOOOO I LOVE IT. BECAUSE IT'S HOLLYWOOD'S 'BLAME IT ON THE BUSINESS. IT'S JUST BUSINESS. IT'S NOTHINF PERSONAL KID, HEH.' coming back and EGGING HIM ON THE FACE x10 OVER. Like he already got the shell of it with the whole thing accidentally hurting lamar's feelings and then relationship with the organization for a bit.. but those could be not exactly excused.. but have their damage diminished by the necessity cause of business. Hollywood's not the bad guy... the BUSINESS is! Hollywood's not responsible, doesn't need that weight, can't bear the weight anyways... the BUSINESS IS! the business CAN!

... and now, the business is Actually playing a role, without Hollywood forcing it to. Now, it says 'you know what? You want us to play the bad guy? .... Aight. Check this then.'

Quarterbacks need new wide receivers after their old (trustworthy) (best friends) Ditch them, so. All business did was get Lamar some. All business did was step up where Hollywood couldn't because business holds the power and the responsibility and Hollywood? Does not.

And if one of those wide receivers happen to be THE notorious B.O.T.T.O.M, old dirty bastard O.B.J?

That's just business, baby.

As it's .. 'apparently' always been. So why have the nerve to complain now, marquis? Hm? Seems a bit . Suspicious .

And clearly, Lamar is doing okay. No, more than ok, Better. He's doing WAY Better. And that's what was wanted, right? By business, anyways. And by personally, it should be too. By good people. And business isn't good people... so why does it get the positives? The Bad Guy?

... maybe because it wasn't.

At least in the beginning, anyways.

But Hollywood doesn't wanna think about that. And he doesn't want to think about how funny he feels about seeing Lamar so happy now... WITH OTHER PEOPLE, i mean. That's the problem. The ONLY problem. It's with other people. He's happy when Lamar's happy because he loves lamar and hes the kind of good person that loves that his lover is happy. He can do that. He doesn't have to FORCE himself to be good. He's not a bad person, no- fuck. He's not . Selfish. IT WAS THE BUSINESS. OKAY? IT WAS AN EXECUTIVE BUSINESS DECISION ON HIS PART. for his CAREER.

So he's not sore at all about leaving. He's not sore about some 'better Hollywood' on the- HIS old team now. He doesn't care about some new young wr core. And obj will probably pull some diva shit soon enough or whatever. He. Presumes anyways. Or... hopes, moreso- NO FUCK. HE DOESN'T HOPE. THAT WOULD BE- it's just- well. I mean. If something WERE to happen then well- so be it...........

Anyways. It doesn't matter. He doesn't. He doesn't care. Because clearly. Lamar doesn't either, anymore.. and hollywood Definitely doesn't care about that....... because if, and this is an IF, he METAPHORICALLY DID . . he would miss it. He would miss it like a horrible person would AND HE DOESN'T ! BECAUSE

HOLLYWOOD

ISN'T

A

HORRIBLE

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[randomnameless]

I have a soft spot for your family headcanons. I would have liked to see the game start with Rhea raising Billy instead, because now I think Jeralt is a bad father who doesn’t really care for his child, but Rhea and the church do.

you're welcome anon lol

I think Jerry tries and thinks that's good enough, but ultimately, that's not the case.

Nopes!Billy is a mess, and their fate gives much more spotlight on what really happened at GM - Billy found an environment where they managed to thrive, where people didn't look at them (too?) weirdly or kept on calling them by a nickname they don't like, or worse, they had to eat alone :(

Jerry might have noticed a bit too late that this was the environment Billy should have grown in - but then he dies - and yet those games will never make characters be able to feel regret or face the consequence for their actions unless they're blue or green coded units.

That's why there's such a fandom dissonance with "good dad Jerry" and "Rhea evil groomer aka BaD" towards Billy, because even as Rhea who thought Billy was an amnesiac Sothis or not "Billy", well even that Rhea managed to make them feel welcome in one place, something Jerry never managed to do.

FFS, in WC, Jerry tells Billy not to get too close to Rhea bcs BaD, but guess who Billy can A support in WC - implicitely ditching Jerry's warnings?

(and given how SS, the Billy Route, heavily pushes for Billy caring about her, they never really gave a fuck about Jerry's warnings!)

I'd say the ultimate happy ending for those AUs is Billy, after being separated from Jerry and managing to build himself as "Billy" and not the "not normal child", decides they want to meet Jerry again and they try to rekindle, or rather, to build some sort of positive relationship - but at the end of the day, they return "home" aka to Garreg Mach, because Garreg Mach is the place where they met people who felt like they belong somewhere.

(and then Billy cracks one of Alois's jokes while they are fishing, wanting to lighten the mood, but Jerry is so pissed that he blames Rhea again).

Maybe if Rhea raised Billy since Day 1, she would have learnt in Day 1568 that Billy isn't Sothis even without her memories, and just rolled with them (if we're talking about F!Billy, Rhea would have warned them about wanting to hold hands with people who have terrible haircuts, if we're talking about M!Billy, Rhea would have gotten rid of his mullet the second it started to grow) just like she did with Citrus and maybe the other homonculi.

[cosmic-d1ce]

okay not to be cringe but here's another song that sorta fits but an actual shocker this one isn't taylor (omg no wayyy :0)

the living tombstone - I can't fix you- and I know the fnaf fan song part isn't appealing BUT HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️‼️

the lyrics seem almost akin to alternating lyrics switching from forevers pov manipulating phil to phils pov defending himself

"I've been trying for so long

To sing you the right song

To show you something different every day

So you hear what I have to say

Like puzzle pieces

And now we're here at a standstill

I wonder if you feel

The kind of pain that rips your insides out

That's something I know all about

Shocking, ain't it?"

this could be forever trying to 'reach out' to phil in a way, with how everyday he's been visiting trying to get phil to accept his love and 'affection' and how every moment without phil by his side is agonizing to him- causing so much pain. he's tapping into phils sense of guilt for hurting forever by not being with him. he's trying to relate to the pain phil has felt throughout his life by showing how hurt he's being right now and trying to convince phil that he doesn't wanna hurt forever now too does he?

"Is it because I can't be her?

Made your mistakes and make me hurt

I can't fix you"

this part turns to phil talking to forever, instead of her it's him- the friend phil resembles (aaaaa I forgot their NAMEEE) and how phil isn't the missing piece he's looking for, and that forever is making a mistake trying to look for new love in phil and that he can't patch up that hole that was left and won't be able to fix forever and whatevers wrong with him.

"I can feel my heart breaking

Mistakes I've been making

I'm running out of patience to pretend

This isn't how I'll let it end

My feigning fading

You've been mourning your loss here

And that's grinding my gears

How can a human lose their self control

There's nothing left to make you whole

I'm done explaining"

this part turns back to phil slowly breaking, forever is making his way through phils mind and defenses. now phil is starting to feel like he should be the one accepting forevers affection, and that he should stop 'pretending' to hate forever as their connection grows. the 'this isn't how ill let it end' is a quick flash to phil remembering why he's being hurt in the first place and setting himself straight again and the other lines are him reminding himself that forever is not the good guy here, he's back to the offense- at least for a little while.

"We have a lot more in common

Than you would be calm with

It's like we're the same person, me and you

We both don't know we can do"

this could be a last ditch effort from forever to connect with phil, after hes isolated phil from the rest of the smp, he can focus more on being the only constant in phils life. highlighting how similar they are now that they're all alone together in the prison, could be his way of getting through to phil and showing him how it just makes Sense to be with him. trying to tap into his more logical side by laying out all the puzzle pieces but allowing phil to be the one to put them together.

(apologizes for spamming the asks- ill stop if you need (￣▽￣*)ゞ just have many thoughts to share all the time) - 💿

Fnaf fan songs have no right to go this hard??? Like who gave you the right?? also do not stop sending me asks i love it share all of your fml thoughts with me i thrive on it

Anyway yes, absolutely, youre so so so right that i have nothing to add and will instead offer another song : Those Eggs Aren't Dippy

"Dripping eye, dissecting me

Cut my life expectancy

Have me under close inspection"

Phil talking about Forever, how he basically rips him apart and puts him back together, looking at every part of Phil, inside and out. And then he's not only examining every part of Phil as he's taking him apart but also watching him. Every move he makes. He is under very close inspection.

"Let me in your ear

Stop, pout, hear me out no less"

Switching to Forever, asking Phil to just let him in, let him infect his brain, let him change the way he thinks. Hear me out, as he tells Phil how traumatised he is, how hurt he is, how similar they are

And then, "Those eggs aren't dippy and I don't want to die" Can be interpreted as these eggs arent meant to be cracked, dont hurt those kids for the love of god and please, please let me live. But death for the players isnt really a threat, instead "living" here would be getting out. Let him live. Not just survive

Back to Forever with,

"I want a bit of love too

I wanna be close to you"

desperately needing and wanting to be with Phil, he wants his love, he wants to be close to him. He needs it.

"Those eggs aren't dippy and I don't want to die" again.

"You miss a feeling

The smell of the kitchen

See me singing sideways

Hang me from the highway"

Forever again, showing Phil empathy but going on to say "look at all im doing just for you!" in the "see me singing sideways" like bending over backwards. Then, threatening to harm himself again in the next line.

"Out of the dust I play

A break from your desperate cage"

Phil trying everything he can to get out of the prison Forever has made, his "desperate cage"

"A break (Eh, haha)

Going down, breaking, oh (Time to stop)

Nothing"

And then, finally, he breaks. He starts to dissociate, time passes like its "nothing", he's broken and gone and its "time to stop" putting up a fight

Theres more but sjdhsjsbsj long post already just listen to the song<//3

[alarrytale]

How do you feel about larries who still keep track of former beards years later? I just saw someone accuse Danielle of being an obsessive attention wh*re because she still follows Louis on instagram, sometimes wears a shirt that kind of looks like one of his, and that her recent engagement is a last-ditch effort to mooch of Louis’ fame somehow. Same with people who accuse Sophie of still pretending to be together with Louis because she’s taken pictures in English-style pubs. Is this not excessive? I think their “obsessive” accusations might be projecting.

Hi,

I think everyone should give former beards or pr relationship exes no attention at all. Attention is what they want and why they agreed to the role in the first place. They thrive off it and make money off it. So the best thing is to ignore them all.

On the other hand i'm not a fan of policing other fans. Just let them be. They're going to do what they're going to do anyways, and you can’t control them. Just disagree with their stance and action, and stop paying attention to them. Observing them is just going to annoy you to no end. We also don't need more fandom infighting.

When it comes to Sofie the last we heard about the relationship was from her implying that they were still involved. She clearly loves the attention the attachment gives her and wants to milk it. He hasn't been seen with anyone else after and never said anything himself to the contrary. So he's enabling her. So i get why people still keep up with her and accusing her of pretending they're together. That's the narrative's fault, and not the fans fault.