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parkersroses · 4 years ago

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delicate. | harry styles.

summary: two lonely people find solace in each other for the night and something delicate blossoms from it.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

wc: 6.1k

warning(s): fluff and smut (a first attempt at it)

a/n: aaah i’m excited and nervous to post this. i guess it’s considered a Christmas fic because it’s set around that time. i do hope you guys enjoy this! i also wanna wish you all happy holidays! side note, i recently made a ko-fi account, so if you’re able to and like my writing, feel free to donate to it! anyways, enjoy! reblogs/feedbacks are very much appreciated! all my love and stay safe <3 (disclaimer: the gif rightfully belongs to @hampsteadharry )

He pushed through the door of the bar, jazz music filling up his ears as he wandered to get a seat. He sighed as he sat on a bar stool, waiting for someone to attend to him and possibly give him the strongest drink here if he felt like it.

Harry felt tired. He’s been tired and exhausted for a while now. Tired from work. Tired from the glitz and glam. Tired of people getting close to him because of his name and status. Just mentally and physically exhausted. But that’s not to dismiss the fact that he still loves his job. He loves and enjoys making music and seeing his fans - who he declared as the best fans in the world - singing back his songs to him.

Though, there comes a time where he doesn’t enjoy it as much as he thought he should lately. Being a well-known singer, songwriter and actor seemed pretty cool but no one knows how tiring and raining it could be. Always having to prove yourself and explaining yourself because of ridiculous rumours that articles make up. Always ending up hurt when you found out your friends were using you because of how well-known you were.

So, he announced that he’d be taking a break from all that. Of course, there was an uproar from his fans but in the end, they understood and sent him lovely messages about having to keep his mental health his main priority.

So now, here he was, sitting at a bar, trying to drink away his emotions. Perhaps, he would find a girl that he could go home with to fill in the empty space of his bed for the night. His break was quite eye-opening to say the least. Harry realised how alone he felt. He thought it was just all in his head because how could he be lonely even when he still had few of his friends around? But he didn’t know that being alone and still feeling alone were different.

And the irony of it nearly being Christmas, there wasn’t much magic or cheer going around for him at the moment. He’ll have to get his shit together before going back to visit his family for the holidays.

“What can I get ya?” a voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts. A woman stood before him behind the bar, he realised it was one of the bartenders there. She wore a long sleeved black shirt, the sleeves rolled up until her elbows. Her long hair was tied up into a ponytail, strands of hair framing around her face. He thought she was pretty. Beautiful, he would say.

Bartender lady snapped her fingers at his face, knocking him out of his thoughts once again. “Seemed to be far away there. Are you sure you’re good here? In a bar?” She said and she smirked at Harry. He felt the blood rushed to his cheeks, having been caught staring at the pretty bartender lady.

“S-Sorry. A whiskey for now will do,” he said softly. Pretty bartender lady smiled at him and nodded. “Alright, then,” she said, heading off to get his drink.

Harry’s eyes followed her figure, almost like he was entranced by her. He was not sure why he did. Seconds later, she put his drink on a coaster in front of him. “Thanks,” he quietly said as he picked up his drink.

“Don’t mention it. You seemed like you need it,” she said almost knowingly. He chuckled at her words. Well, she got that right. “Yeah, just trying to clear my head a bit,” he shrugged at her.

Pretty bartender lady nodded. “Rough day?” She inquired. Harry raised an eyebrow at her question. He probably thought that she was trying to make a conversation other than cleaning shot glasses. He hesitated a little, thinking she might just be another fan and might spill whatever that comes out of his mouth to the nearest journalist. But then, he remembered that he’s already one drink down to probably getting drunk and his mind won’t really care even if he woke up hungover the next day.

So, he shrugged at her question. “Guess you could say that,” he said as he set down the empty shot glass. “I don’t know. I guess I just have a lot of things in my mind. And drinking does numb my emotions a bit. If that made sense,” he chose to say as he looked at her.

She only giggled at his words. “That sounds quite deep. Should write a song about it,” she joked and for a second, Harry thought she knew about him. Because for once, he’d like to talk to someone who’s unaware of his celebrity status. Someone who’d talked to him with a sense of normalcy. Instead of talking to the famous Harry Styles.

“Maybe I should. And I’ll credit you in it,” he joked. She laughed, throwing her head back as she did. “Oh gosh, I always wanted to be a famous songwriter,” she said dramatically. They both laughed at this. It was weird to Harry, this scene felt so normal, it felt as if he knew her for a while now.

She nodded at his empty glass. “Want another?” She asked. Harry thought about it before asking. “Actually, what’s your favourite drink?” Pretty bartender lady was surprised to say the least, but smiled at Harry. “Why?” He only smiled back. “‘Cause I want another drink. And I want to treat you one too. I’ll even pay for yours, love,”

She blushed at this, not expecting him to be so forward yet sweet. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” She said smiling at him, and she noticed a hint of blush on his cheeks. “My mum always taught me to be a gentleman,” he shrugged,

She chuckled at this. “Fine then. I’ll be right back,” she said, going to get whatever her favourite drink was for Harry. Harry smiled as she walked away. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of liking towards her, but not knowing why. Maybe because she was just a pretty bartender lady.

She returned later with two glasses of her ‘favourite drink’ and set them in front of him. Harry was skeptical to see the strange colour of liquid, raising an eyebrow at her. She only smiled and raised her glass up.

“Bottoms up,” she said as she drank from her glass.

Harry sniffed the drink a bit before thinking he was being silly and drank it. As the sweet taste hit his taste buds, he chuckled as he shook his head. “Apple juice? Really?” He questioned.

She laughed as she took another sip on her drink. “Well, you asked for my favourite drink and I gave it to you,” she said with a smirk in her face. “So, you don’t drink?” he asked curiously. She shrugged at him. “A bit sometimes. Just don’t prefer it unless I wanna get really drunk,” she let out a small laugh. Harry chuckled at her words, finding himself agreeing with her.

Harry noticed how pretty of a smile she had. He didn’t know why a tiny detail like that stuck out to him. He found himself quite intrigued with the pretty bartender lady, which he realised he had been calling her that in his head without knowing her name. He stared into her eyes and found himself hypnotized by them. Suddenly, it seemed like they were the only two people in the room. Okay, stop. She’ll think you’re weird.

It was as if his mind took control over him and he found himself asking her, “When do you get off?” He asked, his eyes widening after realising the words that came out of his mouth.

What the fuck!?, he thought.

She was surprised, her mouth agape as she processed what he had just asked. But she seemed to compose herself quickly. “And why do you wanna know?” She asked nervously.

Harry paused before choosing his next words carefully. “Because you seem really cool to talk too. And I’d like to talk to you more,” he said. He was nibbling on his bottom lip, a habit he had whenever he got nervous. He shrugged before he continued, “It’s nice to have a friend, you know?”

Pretty bartender lady - and Harry swore he’ll get her name soon - nodded at him and smiled. Like she knew what he meant. “I’ll be off at 10,” she said. It was only 30 minutes until then. Harry was initially surprised at this, not thinking whether she would agree to - whatever he wanted to with her later.

He nodded in response. “I’ll, uh, wait for you here, then,” he spoke nervously. She chuckled and took their glasses away so she could clean and attend to the other customers before her boss yelled at her.

As she walked away, Harry called out to her. “Wait!” She turned around, eyes wide when he called her. “Um, what’s your name?” He asked. She smiled as her heart melted at the innocent question.

“It’s Y/N,” she replied.

Harry nodded, a small timid smile appearing on his face. “I’m Harry,” he said.

She smiled and nodded at his short introduction. Now, the pretty guy with forest green eyes had a name she could call him. “I’ll see you later, Harry,” she said as she returned to the back of the bar.

Harry sighed, seeming to be smitten already by her. “Yeah. See you later,” he said softly to himself.

❋

Now, Y/N was no idiot. She knew who Harry Styles was.

She wasn’t like the biggest fan, but she appreciated his music and thought he was a lovely guy in general, according to the fan experiences she read. She didn’t know much about him, other than he was a former member of a very successful boyband and his music was just incredible. Plus, she thought he was pretty handsome.

And when she saw him walking through the doors of the bar, she had to take a double take to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her.

She usually took her job quite seriously, she was polite to all customers and made sure they were always satisfied with their drinks or snacks. It was usually because she wanted to get the tips she needed to pay her rent. So, when Harry sat down by the bar, she couldn’t help herself but go to him.

But now, she was supposed to meet him after her shift. Which was strange to her because all she did was being nice to him and making up a conversation. Did he realise that she was pretending to not know him? Was this some sort of mind trick that was playing on her? Though, he mentioned how it was nice to have a friend. Maybe there was something behind that phrase that meant something deeper to him.

It was already 10 PM. Y/N said goodbye to her coworkers as she grabbed her scarf and coat from her locker. Her heart was beating fast because she realised she was about to go on a little rendezvous with Harry Styles, well, that was what she thought.

She wasn’t expecting anything. She honestly thought he might have just left, realising how silly it was to wait for a bartender friend he just made.

But she walked towards the front of the bar and he was still sitting in his seat like he said he would, waiting for her. And she felt like her heart might burst.

❋

Harry didn’t think he’d find himself sitting at a 24-hour diner, eating some waffles with a pretty friend he just met at nearly 11 PM. He was starting to blame that one whiskey drink he asked for earlier as to be honest, he didn’t know what was happening.

When he met Y/N in front of the bar after the shift, he was nervous, shifting on his feet in habit. When Y/N asked him what he had in mind, he froze because he realised he didn’t think this through. All he wanted was to talk to pretty bartender lady Y/N. The rest was all hazy to him. Luckily, Y/N just laughed at this and guided him to her favourite diner.

They both ordered waffles with honey and blueberry toppings, courtesy of Y/N as she said they were the best waffles she ever had. Y/N got herself a chocolate smoothie while Harry just ordered a nice hot tea. It was a nice little meal.

“So, Harry, what brings you here to LA?” Y/N asked him as she munched on her waffles.

Harry sipped on his tea before clearing his throat. “Uh, I live here, mostly for work. But I’m on a break now,” he said, not giving out too much information. “Hmm. But you haven’t lived here long, I assume. Could tell by your accent,” she said knowingly.

He smiled at this. “Yeah? You like my accent, darlin’?” he teased her and pride filled himself as he saw her cheeks flaring up in the colour red. “Quite the flirt, are ya? But yes, your accent is cute,” she said as she ate. “Good to know,” he smiled and winked at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she blushed. He seemed to be quite the flirt, teasing her and calling her pet names. If it were any other guy, she would’ve just left. She admitted that she might not have the best ways in maintaining a relationship. It was always whether she was too picky or bossy and her insecurities always got the best of her. She was used to feeling of being used for sex and her body even when she wanted to believe they wanted something more out of it. She closed herself off from love for a while now. While everyone said that her time will come, she just ignored them. Her main priority was herself and that was for sure.

But there was something about Harry that was pulling her in. He wasn’t far from what the papers write about him but at the same time, he was. He seemed somewhat closed off as she was. She didn’t want to pry, she’d never do that. It was like he was in this fish tank surrounded by spectators watching his every move. Maybe the life he has had somewhat prevented him from forming a real, honest attachment. Or maybe she was just making this all up.

She sipped on her smoothie, her eyes focused on his. She realised how green his eyes were looking up close. “So, I have a question. And I want you to answer this as truthfully as possible,” she said, propping her head on the palms of her hands. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, chuckling a bit before nodding. “Alright, love. Lay it on me,” he said, leaning back on the booth.

Y/N blushed at the pet name given and cleared her throat. “Why did you want to see me?”

It was silent between them. Harry should’ve known this question would come up. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to answer it, he was never one to make friends with a random person and go on a little rendezvous late at night. He shrugged at this, “Like I told you, it’s nice to have a friend,”

“That couldn’t be all,” Y/N smiled. “You don’t seem like the kind of person to befriend a bartender and go out with her for a late supper the same night,” Harry blushed at this and scratched the back of his ear with his finger. “I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to be spontaneous a bit,”

Y/N hummed at this, sipping on her drink. Harry’s eyes were trained on her and she somehow found that a bit intimidating. “I got off work just to clear my mind a bit,” he continued. “Sometimes, I’d go out with my friends, I’d meet some girls and spend the night with them, just to feel something. Just to not be alone,” This was the most Harry had opened up to someone in a while.

“But you still feel alone,” Y/N spoke. Harry frowned at this, not quite sure what she meant. “You could be with someone, and still would feel alone. I get that,” she explained.

Harry’s mouth was agape. “Y-Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled out. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,”

“You really don’t know me, do you?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. She let out a small laugh. “I knew who you were the moment you stepped foot into that bar,” she said. Harry’s eyes widened. All this time, he was glad he thought Y/N didn’t know him but she treated him like any other normal person. But she knew all along.

“That was.. Surprising,” he chuckled as he ran his hands through his curly locks. “But, you didn’t seem to look like y’know me. Treated me like a normal person,” She stifled a laugh. “Well, would you rather I’d treat you like royalty? Curtsey in front of you?” She joked.

Harry laughed at this. “No, no. It was nice. It’s good t’just pretend your life is normal for once,” he nodded at her. “I’m sure you have some friends that treat you like you are just Harry,” she smiled.

Harry only shrugged at this, “A few of them do. When you’re in the industry long enough, you’d know how to tell apart the few people that are honest and real with you and the many who just use you sometimes.” Y/N frowned at this but nodded. While she couldn’t connect to being in the same industry as him, she knew perfectly how it feels like to be used by people you allowed yourself to get close to.

He brought his cup of tea to his lips, realising how cold it was getting. “You want some?” He offered his drink to her. Y/N nodded, taking the cup from him. “You like tea?” She asked.

“I do, but I prefer coffee,” he smiled at this random conversation. “Please tell me you don’t take your coffee black,” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, as if she was daring him to admit it. Harry smirked and shrugged at her. “Sorry, love. It’s the best way to have coffee,”

“No, it’s not! It’s so bitter!” Y/N exclaimed and laughed at this. “I don’t think this would work out,” she pouted. Harry swore his heart beated a little faster, seeing her lips pout. He wondered how they’d feel against his. “What wouldn’t work out, love?” He smiled at her.

Y/N blushed at this, looking down at her lap before she looked at him again. “Whatever you want this to be,”

They spent their time getting to know each other and by the time it was midnight, Harry ended up paying for their meals, ignoring her protests as he did. Y/N was tempted to wipe off that smug smile off his face. The December air howled as the night went on as the decorative holiday lights lit up the street they walked on. The two walked side by side, their hands brushing against each other’s. If Harry had the guts, he would intertwine their hands together. But he didn’t. Not yet, at least.

“Random question, but do you prefer sunrises and sunsets?” she asked out of the blue. Harry thought for a moment before answering, “M’not sure, actually. Never really paid attention to them all that much.” Y/N nodded at his answer.

“Sometimes I like to wake up early just to see the sunrise,” Y/N spoke. Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah? You like sunrises?” he asked gently, the cold air making his breath visible to see. “I do. I like sunsets too. But no one ever stops to appreciate the sunrises,” she sighed.

“Maybe it’s because they can’t be bothered to wake up so early,” Harry joked, making her laugh. “Yeah. Well, I do that. My apartment has a nice view of it. It’s nice. The city is just beginning to wake up. The golden glow casted upon it,”

Harry nodded at her. “Is this your way of inviting me over?” He teased. Y/N paused, her cheeks flaming up. It wasn’t her intention, but she might as well have done so. Harry was a nice company to keep and she liked him. She really did like him. “Maybe,” she mumbled.

Harry smiled at her sudden shyness. It was something he liked about her. He really liked her. And he wanted her to take him back to her home, as pathetic as that made him seem.

“Well, lead the way, darlin’,”

Y/N struggled to put her keys into the keyhole of her apartment. Nervous was an understatement for her. She had a really sweet and attractive man waiting behind her and she was about to invite him in. She was almost sweating at the thought and she didn’t know why.

She opened the door, letting the warm air of her small apartment flow through them. Harry found it quite cozy. There were plants placed in different corners of the room, he noticed a record player by the television. There was also an easel standing by it. It was small, unlike his luxurious houses, but homey.

“You paint?” He asked. Y/N blushed at this, she forgot to put away your paint and clean up. In her defense, she didn’t think you would have company tonight. “Yeah, s’just a hobby. And somewhat a side hustle,” she said, taking off her coat and putting in on the couch. Harry did the same, subtly wiping his sweaty palms against his dark jeans.

“Uh, d-do you want something to drink?” she asked nervously. Idiot, you just had drinks. “Or, if y’want, I have some chocolate chip cookies. If you like chocolate chip cookies. I mean, y’don’t have to but-,” Y/N was cut off upon hearing Harry chuckling at her, his expression amused as he listened to her nervous rambling.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m good,” he said, smiling at her. She blushed again at the use of the pet name.

It was silence, the only thing that could be heard was their breathing as they looked at each other. Harry slowly walked over, Y/N’s breath hitched as he did so. She was nervous and she was scared, she hadn’t done this in a long time. His arm settled on her waist and it was the first time he touched her. His eyes, green as ever and filled with lust and passion, were focused on hers. She could feel his breath hitting her face due to the proximity between them.

Y/N gently placed her hands on his chest, feeling it rising up and down as he breathed. His forehead was already pressing against hers, their noses slightly brushing against each other. “Can I kiss you?” Harry finally asked ever so softly. And Y/N couldn’t help but nod her head. “Please,”

His lips crashed into hers, gently at first, but she kissed him harder, making it more passionate. She could hear him moan into the kiss as their tongues battled for dominance. His hands travelled lower to her backside, she moaned aloud as he squeezed them. When they pulled away, they would instantly pull into another kiss again, wanting to be close. Harry lowered his hands further behind her thighs, signaling her to jump so he could hold her tightly against him.

“Y/N, I won’t be able to stop,” he said, gasping for air. Y/N only kissed him again, replying as her lips were against his. “Then, don’t,”

Y/N wasn’t sure how they made it to her room, laying nearly naked on her bed. She just realised how many tattoos he had on his body. She traced over the art scattered over his skin delicately. “Harry,” she whimpered as she felt his hardened length grinding against her core. She could feel her arousal seeping through her underwear. She gasped as he pressed kisses down her neck onto her collarbones, her eyes rolling back when he sucked a sweet spot there. His fingers entangled themselves between hers, squeezing them tightly.

“Harry, please,”

“I got you, baby. Gonna take my time with you,” he said gently as he kissed her forehead.

Y/N could feel her heart beamed at the sweet gesture. She had one-night stands before, but none of them felt as intimate as with Harry. The way he kissed her, held her, it almost felt right. And she wondered if he felt it too.

When they’re fully naked and Harry lined himself against her, he looked at her, as if he was asking if she was still sure of this; if she wanted this; if she wanted him. Her eyes were shining as the moonlight shone through her curtains, her hair sprawled against her pillow. She was beautiful and ethereal. He almost couldn’t believe it.

A nod from her was all it took for him to push himself in, the two moaning in relief as pleasure shot through their bodies. He slowly thrusted, taking his time with her. The feeling of euphoria running through their bodies as they held each other close. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, wanting to keep his warm body close to her. “Harry, faster,” Y/N pleaded.

It was almost like a switch went off his head before Harry spreaded her legs further, thrusting harder and further into her. Moans and groans filled the room and the scent of sex and sweat filled the air. Harry had his head buried into the crook of her neck, breathing hard as he felt the pleasure burning at the bottom of his spine. He was close and he knew she was too from the way she was clenching around him.

“You close, baby?” He breathed out as he looked at her. The bed was creaking with every movement they made. Y/N moaned in ecstasy as she nodded her head, trying to keep her eyes on him. She didn’t want to miss a thing with him.

Harry took her by surprise by pulling out, lifting her up so she sat on his lap. He guided himself into herself, groaning as she welcomed him in her. Y/N moaned loudly as she felt him hit deeper, feeling herself clenching around him. She quickly began to move against him, smiling as she saw Harry shut his eyes in pleasure, murmuring her name. “C-Close, Harry, fuck,” she groaned as she moved faster.

Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as if it was possible. He thrusted his hips upwards against hers, adding to the euphoric pleasure that was coursing through them. “I know, baby. Fuck, y’feel so good around me,” he moaned out, looking at her with hooded eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their heavy breaths hitting each other’s faces.

It was only a glance into his forest green eyes that triggered her high. She moaned out loud, her body shaking against him, and just the sight of her high triggered Harry’s. He groaned against her neck and cursed a string of profanities under his breath as he kept thrusting his hips into her, prolonging his orgasm. When they calmed down from their highs, they took deep breaths before pressing their lips together. Harry could hear a whimper from the beautiful woman above him. He was delirious with the bliss feeling.

They laid on their sides, admiring each other’s glowing yet sweaty state. Harry closed his eyes and sighed as Y/N brushed her fingers through his hair. “Y’alright?” he murmured to her. She nodded and gave him a shy smile. He thought it was cute of her acting all shy after having done such an intimate and dirty activity with him. He kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as she scrunched it up. “You’re beautiful,” he admitted.

Y/N let out a deep breath. There was no denying the attraction she felt for him. The setting was so intimate, far from what she thought it was going to be. She felt herself opening up to him, something she prevented herself from doing for a long time. She was scared of this, but she liked it at the same time.

“Hold me?” she asked and Harry pulled her against his body without a second to waste. Their breathing was the only sound they paid attention to. Y/N nuzzled her face against the crook of his neck, her finger tracing the tattoos on his chest.

“Are you gonna stay?” she asked softly. She was not expecting anything, but she hoped he did stay.

Harry smiled and pulled her closer. “Only if y’want me to,” he said. Y/N returned the smile, tracing out his lips with her finger, feeling how soft they were.

“I’d like that,”

❋

When Harry woke up, he felt an empty cold space beside him. Confused at first, he sat up slowly, wondering where the pretty woman he liked was. He turned his head and there she was, sitting by her window looking out into the early morning. She was sipping on something from her mug and she was wearing his dark blue T-shirt from the night before. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

“You’re up early,” he said, catching her by surprise at the sound of his voice. She smiled at him and made her way to sit on his lap, putting her mug on the bedside table. “You missed the sunrise.” She ran her fingers through his messy bed hair. He sighed, realising how much he liked her doing that simple yet intimate gesture. “Yeah? Was it pretty?”

“Very,” she sighed as Harry laid his head on his shoulder. He held her tightly in his arms, similar to how he did when they slept. “Well, you’re prettier,” he said, planting kisses up her neck. She realised how deep and raspy his voice sounded in the morning, it sent shivers down her spine. “Well, you’re a charmer,” she murmured.

Harry looked up at her, taking in her morning glow that she was emitting. “Your eyes are really pretty,” Y/N said softly as she admired his forest green eyes. “Yeah? Y’think so?” he said, playfully fluttering his eyes at her. She laughed at this, throwing her head back. Harry thought it was the sweetest sound. She traced the outline of his lips with her index finger, feeling how soft they were under her touch. Harry kept his mouth agape as she did so.

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N whispered. He smiled at her, remembering his exact words from the night before, before nodding. “Please,”

The fluttering in his stomach intensified as their lips met. The thing that clouded Harry’s mind was how soft her lips were and how sweet they tasted. Their kiss almost made him feel dizzy for how much passion there was. When they pulled away, he looked at Y/N with hooded eyes, his breathing was heavy from the blissful sensation he felt. He gently wrapped his arms around her frame and it just felt right.

He pulled her into another kiss, a moan elicited from Y/N that sent blood rushing to his lower region. His hands travelled up his shirt she was wearing and he let out a groan, realising she had nothing underneath it. He felt drunk by her touch, her scent; everything. It was a delicate feeling he felt and he didn’t want to let go of it. He could get used to this, the feeling of her. For once in a long while, he didn’t feel alone anymore.

It was no doubt that Y/N felt the same.

It all just felt right.

❋

The snow was covering the backyard, the trees and bushes were covered in white. Y/N watched as the snow fell while sipping on her hot chocolate. The house was decorated for the special wintery day. The tree was lit up and decorated with many ornaments as well as pictures on it, the presents laying closely below it.

Voices snapped her out of her thoughts, she smiled as she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. She turned around to see her husband holding up a sleepy little girl in his large muscular arms, the little girl they were blessed with as their daughter. Harry was talking animatedly to Ruby, trying to wake her up in the Christmas spirit.

He gasped and pointed his finger at you. “Look, Rue! It’s mummy! An early bird, isn’t she?” He said to Ruby as he bounced her gently in his arms. You rolled your eyes at his silliness. “Mama,” the little girl reached out to her mother as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. Y/N set her mug on the counter and grabbed lifted little Ruby in her arms. “Morning, Rue baby,” Y/N cooed softly at her, closing her mouth with the back of her hand when she yawned.

“Think she’s a bit tired,” Harry chuckled at them. “Y’think? Who’s the idiot that woke her up early?” Y/N asked sarcastically at her husband. He only lifted his arms up in defense, a smug smile painted on his face. Ruby quietly giggled at her parents. He sipped on a mug of hot chocolate and she narrowed her eyes at her as he leaned back on the counter.

“Are you really drinking my hot chocolate?” Harry paused for a bit before swallowing the warm drink. “I’ll make ya another one, love,” he rubbed the back of his neck. Y/N rolled her eyes at him before chuckling. “You better, Styles.” She felt Ruby shifting in her arms and gently bounced her. “Y’alright, bubs?” She pouted at her daughter.

“Snow,” she said, pointing out the window where the snow was falling. “Yeah, bubs! It’s snowing!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly to her, making Ruby giggle. “Dada, snow!” she exclaimed to her father.

Harry laughed at his daughter’s adorableness. “That’s right, Rue!” He agreed, stroking through her curly hair that she inherited from him. He placed a hand gently on Y/N’s clothed stomach. “And how’s bub number 2 doing?” He asked softly. Y/N smiled, her heart beaming at the gentleness of her husband. “They’re doing great in there,” she said, placing her hand over his above her two-month growing belly.

Harry beamed at this, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, eliciting a small whimper from her.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. Even after all these years, she found his green eyes just as beautiful and hypnotizing.

“I love you, too,” she said and smiled at him as they broke away.

Perhaps, Harry would consider himself lucky that his sad lonely self walked into the bar she previously worked at five years ago. Maybe if he hadn’t opened up to Y/N or went back to her apartment, he wouldn’t be able to have this little family he was blessed with. There was something so delicate and real he felt that night that he wanted to keep. So naturally, they both let their walls down and took a chance on each other. And perhaps because it was nearing Christmas that night, he would think of it as some Christmas miracle.

“Wanna open the presents, Rue?” Y/N asked Ruby as bounced her in her arms. Ruby giggled, not even understanding what her mother said, and nodded. “Yeah? Wanna open presents with mummy and daddy?” Y/N said excitedly as she carried her into the living room. Harry chuckled at the precious sight of them as he followed them.

As they sat down in the living room, he took a moment to just admire his wife and his daughter. Y/N, though wearing one of his Christmas sweaters and sleep shorts, looked just as beautiful and ethereal as she did the night they met. She held little Ruby in her arms, who was busy tearing up the small present in front of her. His wife cheered at their daughter as she took out a little stuffed teddy bear, giggling as she waved it around with her small hands.

Y/N looked up at him and gave him a loving smile as she intertwined her fingers with him. Despite them being in such cold weather, her hands felt warm against his. He admired how they fit perfectly in his. Ruby babbled incoherently to her parents about her gift, in which they nodded like they understood what she said. Harry’s heart warmed up just thinking of how they’ll have another addition to their loving little family soon.

His heart was full of love and happiness. He no longer felt alone. He had everything he wanted in that moment, his growing little family.

Everything was just right.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #parkersroses writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing

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love-sickness · 4 years ago

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Speaking of childe's empty ass-

Stuff it full with a bullet vibrator & a nice thick strap and then just oversim him the whole night 👀

OMG 😭😭

Retribution

Cw:: Bullet vibrators,overstimulation, corporal punishment,dumbification, pegging,heavy degradation, brat!childe x fem!dom!reader. Slow burn, angst at the start

You never expected Childe to submit to your will, his roughish behaviour and playful demeanour, gave you the hint to understand that he was nothing less of a brat.

You always knew he was obedient to one god and one god only, his Tsaritsa, his god, the only source of obedience that strived from him...but, you’d always question how far he’d really go for his god.

And after this he’d gone far enough.

“You understand what you’ve just done right? Your this unbelievable? All that fucking planning gone to waste.”, you laced your words with enough bitterness to stab it into Childe that this wasn’t a joke. That you weren’t a joke.

You were referring to a discovery you had been finalising and planning out with Sucrose, and after months of slowly farming and finding the components and ingredients needed (keep in mind all hidden from Childe) it was your own lover that undid your ribbon.

Cerulean eyes narrowed in annoyance, ginger hair tucked to the side has he side glanced before turning his gaze back to you, a the side of his lips quirked to a half frown.

“You know what I have to do Y/N, I serve my god with loyalty and your little secret was not in the Tsaritsa’s favour. You know what would happen if I disobeyed her, so don’t go about trust when you kept this under my nose”

You scoffed In disbelief, you knew the shit his god would ask of him if the Harbingers knew what Favonius’s Alchemists were up to, but you could tell this was taking a personal turn.

“Trust? Really?, you crossed your arms before letting out a half hearted chuckle, mostly toned with utter shock at this point, “you trying to pick a fucking fight here pretty boy?”, he flinched at the nickname.

“So what if I am? What are you gonna do?”

His eyes sparked up, not a hint of the previously sedate look in his eyes. Oh you knew where this was going but if he thought he’d be having his way tonight he’d be so wrong.

Childe took a few steps to you, albeit cautious but almost as if the fucker had a spring in his step.

“Why don’t you show me what you’re going to do,” his slender hands raised to hold your chin, eyes softening and expression smug as ever. Oh this bitch. He was toying with you?

He was tall, but at that moment when your protruding glare pierced at his own loving gaze, it felt like he was a scared puppy with its owner with a firm grip on its leash.

“You’re lucky you’re fun to ruin mutt. Or id have torn you limb from limb.”

“So if I’m so fun to ruin, what’s the wait? Or are you just afraid?”

In the moment you seized both his wrists with an iron grip, before tossing him on the couch, Childe was 100% shocked, his face getting pale, but he soon started giggling at how frustrated you were.

You thanked god everyday for your patience... and your couch with a built in drawer for all your toys.

You reacher under grabbing ahold of the soft beige handle before pulling it open to a plethora of different sex toys, you picked up a black strap, and a bullet vibrator, nothing stood out to Childe at first, but as soon as his eyes landed upon the strap on, you saw the colour drain from his flushed face. You see, you were loving and easy when you and Childe had sex, going a simple 7-8 inches on him even starting with a 5 inch strap from the start, but the strap you held in your hand was a 11 inch strap, with a crazy girth that made him think, just by looking at it you re-arranged his insides.

“Not so confident now huh? Well girlie, I can’t wait to give you some retribution, and I’ll shove that retribution 11 inches up your ass”

You hastily strapped on your strap-on before turning to your phone, it was dark so the light sorta bugged you off only fuelling your fire. You looked towards the black vibrator before clicking something on your phone, and like magic, or just sex technology if that was a thing, your vibrator came to life, whirring at the lowest setting.

“Ready pretty boy?”

He gulped before not even getting the chance to nod before you started taking his scarf and tying his wrists together.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to take off my clothes! Some professional you are”

You let a little laugh out before turning your gaze down to look back at his challenging stare.

“Why not let them get dirty? I mean what’s that going to do? After all you’re not going anywhere tomorrow”

“Wha-“

You swiftly pushed him forward roughly before having his face down in the couch, wrists hanging off the couch and ass up in the air. You smiled for the first time that night, getting ready to have your meal.

You took your hands, utilising them to roll down his trousers, Childe let out a grunt of discomfort, shifting away from your grasp.

Slap

“Anh- what was that for Y/N?”

“For the fact you still think you can be all cute and comfortable during a punishment.”

Legs began to straddle Childe as he shifted, “what did I say?”

“...not to move”

You scoffed rolling you’re eyes at the incompetence you were facing.

“Great! A mutt can take orders.”

You lines up the strap to his hold purposefully missing it to tease him a bit, but what did he deserve?

Stopping any previous motion, you took the bullet vibrator and teased Childe’s ass with it, before completely shoving it in, no lubricant to maximise pain over pleasure.

“A-ANgh!”

“W-what happened to lube? T-“ before he could finish his sentence a whirring began. You had turned an app on having Childe’s ass vibrating at the lowest setting.

Grunts and moans started to drag out of Childe, his at ease demeanour dissipating into a troubled and rather furrowed look. Yet even if he was uncomfortable and on a high of the lowest setting, you weren’t surprised to find out the slut still found pleasure!

“I never turned the thought down of you being such a fucking slut but really? This? You’d get turned on by a packet of cheese for gods sake.”

“AAah~”

A tuft of ginger hair turned to look at you, those sickle blue eyes glazing your figure, eyes already glassy and half lidded.

You positioned yourself at his already wet entrance, but before you went a plunged right in, you turned the vibrator on the medium setting, and when you finally slipped in, a hiss of pain left Childe as you still hadn’t used lube.

Catching a rhythm, you began at a medium sort of speed, and grabbed his dick, leaning forward to his ear, now high pitched moans getting louder.

“I wanna make sure when this slutty dick wants to cum. Think about cumming with out asking and I’ll make sure I’ll fuck you stupid till you don’t even know your own name and only know how to serve as a screw up and a useless,” THRUST “mindless” THRUST”fuck toy”.

Childe’s dick twitched in your hand signalling he was about to cum, you sped up your form bounced and thrusted with all the energy in you.

With a final grand moan, Childe came thick white ropes on the couch, ceasing to notice your phone in hand and now increasing speed. You were overstimulating him.

Those once honey suckle moans turned into pure sobs, and even though you weren’t even able to see Childe’s face, you knew his eyes were half lidded, fat bubbling tears already spilling from his rolled back eyes, mouth occupied with spilling fruitless words of begging and sobs.

“You came with out asking didn’t you fuck toy? You thought that you could get away and not expect a punishment further?”

With every hateful thrust forward and pull backwards, you smiled watching Childe break. Though he was your lover, nothing tasted sweeter than fucking your lover into the abyss until he knew who owned his body.

With shriek after shriek, you turned off V the vibrator and pulled out, taking some pity on the boy who had gone through eight dry orgasms already.

You put your toys away not including Childe after wiping them throughly, before turning your attention to the fucked dumb boy.

Childe’s eyes stood in one place never focusing on anything else, to blissed and dumb to say anything.

“W-why?”

“Because darling, every crime needs to be served its retribution.”

#🔭.Childe #🔭.pegging #🔭.vibrators #🔭.overstimulation #🔭.dumbification #Childe smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader

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emsylcatac · 4 years ago

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I've been loving your emoji fics so much!!! If you're still accepting prompts... can I request 😍😘😲💋🤯 for ladrien? Thanks!

Aaah your ask have been sitting in my inbox for more than a month now & I finally had time to get down to it! I hope you’ll like it!

Thanks so much 🥺and thanks for commenting lots of my little fics, it’s always so nice!!

Also this is the last of my emoji fics stories, so thanks to everyone who sent some and everyone who supported these! I wouldn’t have started nor continued to write if it were not for all the sweet & positive feedbacks I’ve gotten!!

Thanks @jattendschaton for beta-reading ♥

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“Could you put this lipstick on me?”

Adrien sputtered as Marinette, already suited up in her Ladybug costume, handed him the red lipstick.

They sat on her bed, face to face, and if she thought he could stare at her lips long enough to paint them red without doing a terrible job at what she was asking of him, she was either very optimistic or very stupid.

Or very oblivious to his inner turmoil. She didn’t know he was Chat Noir, after all. She didn’t know how utterly in love with her he was.

He slowly took the lipstick from her hands as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips, waiting.

He gulped. Uncapped it. And stared.

How many times had he dreamt of Ladybug making this exact face in front of him? The answer: far too many. But usually she was waiting for his lips to be pressed onto hers instead of some red lipstick.

Adrien had never wished to be a lipstick more than in that very moment. Glaring at it, he rolled the tube and approached her waiting lips.

He brought a trembling hand to her cheek to steady his movement. His head was going to explode at any moment.

But just as he was about to colour her lips red, he chickened out.

“Why don’t you do it yourself? I’m, um...not sure that I would do a good job.” He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her, biting his lip.

“I’m sure you can,” Marinette assured. She took the lipstick back from his hand. “But if you prefer, I’ll do it.”

He looked back at her to see her smiling. It was unfair how adorable she looked—she didn’t need lipstick to make his heart race.

“Sorry,” he mumbled instead of telling her just that.

“Don’t be. Now close your eyes, please.”

He did as he was told, not even questioning why he had to close his eyes when she was putting lipstick on herself. No matter how little sense it made, if it was what she needed of him, he would do it—just like he would follow her every instruction as Chat Noir.

He first felt the tips of delicate fingers on his cheek, barely touching him.

Then, something came to gently trace his lips— not the cool touch of her skin, but the gentle stroke of something smooth and sticky. His curiosity begged him to open his eyes, but he fought back the urge: she hadn’t asked him to yet.

And suddenly, he felt her breath on his mouth, hot air warming his lips, the only warning that she was close to him before he felt the soft pressure of her lips on his.

He numbly stayed there, unmoving. Trying to understand if what he thought was happening really was happening.

She pressed her mouth firmly against his once, not more than a second, and then she was gone.

Adrien opened his eyes and stared at her, gaping. If he thought she was adorable before, it was nothing compared to seeing Ladybug, red with lipstick smudged all over her mouth, looking at him shyly with rosy cheeks.

“See?” she murmured. “I told you you could do it.”

“Do what?” he asked stupidly, all thoughts having left his head except for what was left of the sensation of her lips on his.

“Put some lipstick on me.”

He nodded dumbly. She was praising him for his makeup skills, right? He guessed it was a good thing.

(Her lips were red. She had kissed him.)

He absentmindedly touched his own with a finger. The skin felt a little sticky.

“Well,” she slowly got up from the bed, and played with one of her pigtails. “So. Not to, um, throw you out of my house or anything, but I have to go. Patrol, superhero duty, all of that.”

“Oh. Um, sure. Yeah, you do that. And I, um, go.” Adrien gestured awkwardly towards her trapdoor. “Yeah. Going. That’s what I do.”

“Yes. Thank you for helping me. It was nice.”

“Very nice, indeed, yes. And, uh, anytime,” he nodded quickly. “But, um...why did you want to wear lipstick now if you’re just going to patrol?”

She threw him a secret smile and winked. “Because red goes with my costume.”

#ask #2grinninggirls #ask game #emoji ml story #myshitwriting #ml fanfic #ladrien #ladybug #adrien #half reveal #implied full reveal sort of?#or maybe not #you decide aha

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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-Nightmare- (4)

Warnings: Minho being a little bit of an asshole lol.

There she was, standing right in front of you. You gulped, trying not to look intimidated...but it was hard, considering the way she was looking you up and down.

Rina’s gaze travelled to your hand in Minho’s. She cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips.

“So...you’re dating your best friend.”

Minho nodded, and you looked up at him. He looked pretty confident and at ease, considering how nervous he’d been when the two of you left the apartment this morning.

“How did this happen, exactly?”

“It just...did.”

She skeptically raised an eyebrow. “So, you just woke up one morning and she was your girlfriend?”

Minho chuckled. “I don’t see why you want the details so bad. We’re together now, that’s what matters.”

Rina tapped her finger with her chin before shrugging, hoisting her purse over her shoulder as she smiled before walking away.

You felt Minho’s tight grip on your hand relax as she left. He looked at you, grinning. “That went pretty smoothly, didn’t it?”

“Uh huh. So does that mean we can stop this now?”

Minho shook his head incredulously. “Fuck no? If we break up right after, she’ll obviously understand it was a farce. No, we have to keep this going for a while...at least until the party.”

“Honestly...am I the only one who felt like she wasn’t completely convinced?”

“Yeah...I noticed that too. We have to step up our game.”

•••

The evening air was quite breezy, and you felt very calm as you sat on the balcony, your guitar on your lap as you strummed mindlessly, staring at the moon.

Your fingers automatically played a song you’d written a while ago, when you’d first realized you were in love with your best friend. It was a soft song, a sweet melody with melancholic undertones. You knew how hopeless this was.

Minho nudged the balcony door sideways as he stepped out, settling on the chair next to you with a cup of coffee in his hands.

You stopped playing, tucking your hair behind your ear. Minho frowned as he turned to look at you.

“Why’d you stop? That sounds beautiful.”

You smiled bashfully, looking away to hide your blush. “Eh, it’s just something I came up with one day.”

Minho scoffed. “Are you kidding? Y/n...you’re so talented. I really admire you. I wish I could be the same.”

It was your turn to scoff in disbelief as you turned your chair slightly so that you were facing him. “Have you seen yourself dance? You pour your emotion into every step. That’s admirable.”

Minho smiled softly as he gazed at you. He drummed his fingers on the side of the chair. “If you like my dancing, how come you never come to the studio to watch?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry Minho, but I’m not into the idea of someone mistaking me to be one of your gawking fangirls.”

His smile dropped. “What’s wrong with that?”

You shook your head, leaning back as you looked at the sky.

He paused for a moment, before nudging you slowly. You looked at him, breath hitching as your eyes met his beautiful, galaxy-filled ones.

“Play something for me.”

“Any particular song you’d like?”

��Nah. Just something you wrote. The first thing that comes to your mind.”

So you played the song you’d been playing when he interrupted you. Minho closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in your music.

“Is this a dream or a nightmare? Can’t bring myself to care.”

You sang softly under your breath, gaze flitting to the boy in front of you from time to time.

You ended the song with slight tears in your eyes.

“Cause I love you...it hurts, but I do.”

You quickly wiped your tears away as Minho’s eyes opened. He looked at you, mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say. His heart was pounding, and he didn’t know why.

All he knew was that you looked ethereal with the moonlight washing over you, eyes shining as your fingers rested over the strings.

Minho felt suffocated. He was outraged at himself, his breath catching as he got up so suddenly that the chair fell over. He didn’t bother to say anything, walking back into the living room and going straight to his bed, locking it as he put his head in his hands.

What was that funny feeling residing in his chest and his stomach? Honestly...it always happened when you sang or played your guitar, but never in this intensity. He didn’t like it. He needed it to stop.

There was heavy knocking on the door. Minho collected himself, peering through his keyhole. You stood there with your hands on your hips, anger evident in your face.

“What the fuck? You’ve been doing this a lot lately. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Minho breathed in. He told himself it was normal. Everything was normal...nothing had changed. He squashed the feelings deep down in his chest. He reminded himself of his top priority, telling himself that these were all merely side effects caused by the little project you both had going on.

He ignored you, plopping himself down on the bed and trying to block everything out.

•••

The next morning, Minho apologized to you as you served him breakfast, which happened to be pancakes.

“I was just thinking of how I’m still very nervous about the whole Rina situation. I’m terrified. Sorry I took it out on you. We need her to really be convinced...so how about we go on a date tomorrow?”

You were still a little miffed, but you brushed it aside. You were too tired to hold a grudge at this point. “A...date?”

“Yeah. Let’s go to the coffee shop that she’s always visiting. Mera told me that she’s always hanging out with her friends at The Little Leaf after classes. ”

You’d forgotten that Mera and Rina were best friends. You scrunched your face up, nodding. “Alright.”

“We’ll walk there together in the afternoon, and make sure there’s no doubts left in her brain.”

•••

You walked beside Minho. He seemed to be in more of a cheerful mood, swinging your intertwined hands as he hummed.

He looked really good in his camel-brown jacket and white shirt. He’d insisted that the two of you wear matching colours so that you could really drive the point home- which is why you were wearing a cream sweater and a tan pleated skirt, one which was way too short and had to be constantly pulled down.

“You look cute.” He said as the Little Leaf came into view.

You tried not to blush. “You look nice too.”

“Just nice?” He raised an eyebrow and you giggled.

“I mean, hot. Super hot. Rugged and handsome.” You said half-jokingly, watching as he wiggled his eyebrows and laughed.

Through the window, you could see Mera, and two other girls you didn’t know the names of. The fourth girl sitting in the corner was clearly recognizable by her fiery red hair.

Minho breathed in deeply. “You ready?”

“Uh huh.”

“Here we go.”

The door swung open, the little bells on top tinkling. Minho led you to the counter.

“I’ll have an americano, please. The lady will have a strawberry milkshake.” He looked to you with a crooked smile. “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, smiling. “Oh, a blueberry cheesecake too, please.”

Both of you made your way to an empty table that happened to be right in front of the girls.

Mera was the first to notice, her eyes wide as she saw the two of you sitting down. She nudged Rina, pointing.

You saw this out of the corner of your eye, and you were satisfied. “They’re noticing,” you whispered. “Good.” Minho said.

“So. About yesterday. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have stormed out on you like that.”

“It’s okay. I just...did I do something wrong?”

Minho shook his head. “No. Not at all. I was just really on edge.”

You nodded.

A waiter came, setting down your drinks and the cheesecake. You noticed that he was someone you’d worked with on a project once.

“Wait...Juyeon?”

Minho looked up, frowning.

Juyeon smiled. “Y/n! It’s nice seeing you here.” He gave Minho a cursory glance, before focusing his attention back on you.

“Likewise! I didn’t know you worked here! I’ll come by more often, then.”

“Do that. I’d even give you free cupcakes.” Juyeon winked at you, before turning to leave. Minho watched him go with an angry expression, before turning back to you.

“Uh, what the fuck?”

You took a sip of your milkshake before cocking your head to the side. “Huh?”

“You were flirting with that guy.”

“I wasn’t!” You said, glaring. “I was being nice. And need I remind you that you have no right to be jealous? We’re not actually dating.”

Minho scoffed. “Jealous? Don’t fucking flatter yourself. I am fully aware that this is all fake, trust me. However, you flirting with the waiter might give people the wrong impression, especially because the whole reason we came here is to convince Rina that we’re dating.” He snorted. “Jealous. That’s rich.”

You pursed your lips, saying nothing. Taking a fork, you took a piece of the cheesecake and shoved it in your mouth.

Minho sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You swallowed. “Minho...sorry doesn’t cut it anymore.” You said sadly.

He stared at you, before shaking his head sadly. Nodding, he took his drink and lifted it to his lips. “This is the most awkward date ever. Rina’s never gonna believe this. Our body language gives it all away.”

You shrugged. “Well, what do you propose?”

Minho paused, before laughing loudly, turning his head slightly to see if the girls noticed. You rolled your eyes.

“What a dork.” You said fondly. He put his hand on top of yours. Rina and Mera were watching, and he needed to give them a show. He took a fork of his own and dug it into the cake, lifting it to your mouth.

“Say aaah, baby.”

You giggled before opening your mouth, letting him feed you. Minho’s smile was intoxicating. You felt the butterflies in your stomach run amok as you stared into his eyes.

Minho felt it too. As he spooned the cake into your mouth, he felt his heart flutter. Babying you was actually quite enjoyable. ‘I should do it more often,’ he thought.

He watched as you munched, your cheeks so full that you looked like a hamster. It was an endearing habit, one that made him want to kiss your face all over.

Wait, what?

Minho slammed the spoon down on the table all of a sudden. You looked up at him, confused. “I need to go.” He stammered, standing up and walking to the door as fast as he could.

You sat in your chair, eyes wide, before looking down. Why was he doing this? You were doing nothing but help him...yet he kept storming out randomly with no explanation, whatsoever.

It took a while for you to realize that someone was standing in front of you. When they cleared their throat, you looked up.

Rina smiled sympathetically.

“He’s a pain, isn’t he? From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t treat you very well.”

The girls standing next to her nodded. Rina stared at her nails. “Don’t you feel tired of being his girlfriend, especially when you know what he’s like?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know. He’s just a fuckboy without any substance. Come on...I know you’d like some revenge too. Help us give him what he deserves.”

You chuckle humorlessly. “That’s real funny. Fuck off.”

You got up, brushing your skirt. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my boyfriend.”

You pushed past them, running out of the shop and down the street. It took you a while to finally find him. He walked languidly, hands in his pockets.

You ran until you’re standing right in front of him. He stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow. “What the fuck do you want?”

You sighed, reaching for his hand. “Minho, you have to tell me why you’re acting like this. Besides...something happened back there that I think you should know-“

Minho shook your hand off roughly. “Y/n. I’ll say this once. Fuck off. Go home.”

You push him angrily. “You dickhead, we live in the same place. And I did nothing to deserve this.” You said, reaching for his hand again.

“Touch me again, and I swear to God...look, I’m not coming home. I might be there by evening. Just give me space.”

You tried not to look hurt. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye you saw Rina and her friends standing near her car. They’d clearly already seen half of what was going on. Fuck, you had to salvage the situation.

You grabbed Minho’s cheeks and pressed your lips to his hurriedly, electricity jolting through you as you realized what you’d just done.

Minho made a shocked sound. He felt his heart run berserk, unaware that you were feeling the very same thing. You wanted to cry. This was not how you’d imagined your first kiss with Minho would go. It was a rough, insincere kiss, one with no feelings behind it whatsoever...or so you thought.

You opened your eyes slightly and saw that the girls had already left. You let Minho push you away.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, looking at you in disgust.

“Why the fuck did you do that? No kisses was a part of the agreement, and there’s no one around.”

You wiped your wet eyes, tears threatening to spill. “Rina was standing there the whole time. She saw our fight. Back in the cafe, she also told me to join forces with her. Just thought you should know that she’s still looking for revenge.”

You turned around, half-running as you got away from him, the tears flowing freely. He watched you leave, his face blank, as he processed the information you’d spewed at him.

You felt your heart harden. You’d been thinking about it for a while...but you were sure of it now. Minho didn’t deserve your love.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz smut #stray kids smut #minho smut #minho fluff #minho angst #lee know fluff #lee know angst #lee know smut

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frywen-bumbles · 4 years ago

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The Way to a Man’s Heart Goes Through His... Cat? Ch5

AO3

Days later Jaskier is still thoroughly embarrassed by accidentally calling Geralt while drunk. He is sure he had picked Essi's number but what is done is done. They haven't talked much after that. The next day Geralt inquired after Roach but since then it's been radio silence and it does not bother Jaskier at all. Geralt must just be busy, that's all. No other reason what so ever.

<that's good. daddy said i shouldn't lie to him any more but he wouldn't like if i told someone mom yelled at him>

<yeah, it's bad to lie to your parents> <but maybe little secrets like this are okay> <no more texting anyone without permission though!>

<yeah, i'm sorry I lied mrJ> <hows the trip going now? i hope you don't have to be alone today like yesterday>

<no, today i got to help uncle A with a new video!> <uncle A came here yesterday and he and uncle L were being gross> <they make the best videos> <but daddy is better than them> <daddy is the best> <even grandpa says so but he told me not to tell uncle L because he would get upset>

<that's very sensible off him>

There's a link to a youtube video Jaskier clicks open without much thought. Except when he sees the channel he has to check to make sure he got it right. He knows this channel, he has watched almost every single video, including the one Fiona just sent him.

Camera zooms into a ginger headed man holding a sword, knee-deep in what looks like a natural pond.

"Oi, did you see it?" the cameraman asks laughing so hard the camera shakes

"Of course, not, you bastard! You were holding me down while it swam past!"

"Do you know what it is?"

"Fucking drowners I bet." the ginger man grumbles and lets out a yell as a blue-skinned monster leaps out of water. "Oi, fuck you, put that camera down and come help me!"

"Eh, you're doing fine! Show me that arse!" the cameraman laughs and the camera shakes.

"Fucking bitch ass cat!"

"I love you too!"

The camera moves to reveal a second blue-skinned monster closer, close enough to reach the camera.

"Oi, cub, catch!"

The camera flies in the air and for a while nothing but sky and leaves are visible. The camera turns back to show the cameraman killing the monster with a sword, a spray of blood flying in the air.

"Still struggling there, love?"

"I killed four while you were a prick killing only one! I'm not cooking for you tonight!"

"Oh, I'm wounded, how will I survive without the love of my life cooking for me?"

The ginger man gives the giggling cameraman the finger, a smile tugging at his lips.

Jaskier doesn't even glance at the comment section where the evergoing debate about the videos is going strong. In Jaskier's opinion it's stupid, no real witcher would post videos like this of their work. It's just two guys having too much time and energy in their hands making the videos look as realistic as possible, probably a combination of CGI and practical effects.

He has to admit, he is slightly hooked. Kittencam69 has been making these videos for a couple of years and while this is no way his favourite video, it's clear it was important to Fiona to be a part of making it.

His favourite videos are probably the ones where the ginger man yells from his window at werewolves. Or the one where they fight a wyvern, the effects of that one were truly gorgeous.

Why would someone spend their talent on something like this is beyond him, but who is he to judge? He still can't believe how anyone thinks the monsters in the videos are real though. He's far more interested if the two men are really dating or if that's just their way of talking to each other. He's 95% certain they are dating.

A text from Yen interrupts his thoughts.

<I'll drop it in an hour>

<oh, thank you, that's very kind of you>

This time around, when Yen comes, Jaskier is wearing trousers.

"Here's your book," Yen greets him and tosses an old book on the kitchen table hard enough Jaskier has to leap to grab it before it slides off the table and drops on Roach who is of course right there.

"Hello, nice to see you, why won't you come in and have some tea?" Jaskier says with a mocking voice and bows, pulling a chair out for her.

"I see you haven't set the house on fire," Yen says as she sits down.

"Please, I'm not that terrible of a cook!" Jaskier exclaims as he puts the kettle on.

"Right, you were eating nothing but instant ramen last time I was here."

"That!" Jaskier points at Yen in mock outrage, "was one day! One unfortunate day I was a mess and you think I live like that?!"

"Of course, I'm never wrong." Yen smiles sharp and Jaskier can't help the cold shivers running down his back.

"You're terrible, that's what you are..." he mumbles as he digs out mugs from the cabinet. "So what this book then?" Jaskier takes the book he'd put the cover down on the table and almost drops it. 'Fifty Years of Poetry' stares at him from the cover of the book.

"Oh, just something I had lying around, you know," Yen drawls in what Jaskier is quite certain is mock indifference. He squints his eyes at her in suspicion.

"So you're telling me you had one of the most sought after books in the academic world just 'lying around' and decided to give it to some random uni student?"

"Please, don't think I'm doing this for you." Yen waves him off, "You're an idiot."

"Why, thank you for the compliment, ma'am." Jaskier bows again. "Do you want the pink or the white mug?"

They settle down on the table, cups of tea and some biscuits Jaskier got after last time Yen visited.

"I- ah- had some questions about Geralt." Jaskier admits shyly as he puts the 'Fifty Years of Poetry' safe away from the table. He wouldn't want to ruin a book that valuable by accidentally spilling something on it.

"Hm, what did he do?"

"Oh, no nothing! It's nothing like that. I was just- maybe if you could- you don't have to of course-"

"Just spit it out, Julian," Yen interrupts him, sounding both put-out and bored, a feat Jaskier can only hope to master.

"Maybeyouwouldknowifhe'sseeinganyoneorsomething..." Jaskier manages to mumble out, which makes Yen burst out laughing.

"Oh, gods, I thought this was something serious, you had me for a moment there." Yen falls into a fit of giggles Jaskier is sure is aimed at him. Or perhaps at the thought of Geralt seeing anyone but the way Yen thrills at his discomfort tells him it's the former.

Of course, the hot cat dad is not single, who is he even kidding. He should probably just think about the book he got. And his thesis. And definitely, not the hot cat dad whose bed he's been sleeping in for the past month.

He is doomed.

***

It's high time to do something about the vegetable garden.

Or literally anything to avoid his thesis, if Jaskier is completely honest with himself.

Roach is chasing something in the bushes and Jaskier is happier not knowing what unfortunate small animal will face its maker. He stares at the vegetable garden which at this point seems to be about 50-50 vegetables and weeds. At least the plants are alive.

"I should have done this several times already, right, Roachie?" Jaskier asks the cat who emerges from the bushes covered in leaves and dirt. She gives him a wide berth and digs a hole at the other end of the patch.

"I swear to gods, Roach, if I find cat poop when I'm weeding this thing you will not get out for a week, do you hear me?"

Roach does not listen to him. Of course, she doesn't. She covers the hole she made and runs back into the bushes.

"That's disgusting, Roach. You have a perfectly fine litter box inside why would you do that to me?"

Roach doesn't answer. In fact, Jaskier is quite certain she's not listening to him at all, far more interested in whatever is the bushes.

A large lock on the door of the shed stops his gardening endeavours quite efficiently. He tries in vain to find the key somewhere close by but has to give up after a while.

"Okay, so if I were a key where would I be?" Jaskier rummages through the kitchen and the living room, only finding a stash of cat toys under the sofa.

"Oi, what are you so happy about? I know it was you who hid them there!" Jaskier cries at Roach who jumps in the middle of the pile startling him.

His search leads him into the study, Roach hot on his heels. She jumps on top of the bookshelf and Jaskier finds himself marvelling yet again how effortless Roach makes the almost two and a half metre jump look like.

"Hey, Roachie, came in to check what I'm up to?" Jaskier asks as he tries to open the top drawer of the desk. "Aaah, shite, why I never remember which side is locked..." he mumbles as he moves to the other end of the massive desk and opens the top drawer on that side.

All he finds is stationary in an amazing array of boring and practical to colourful and silly. He suspects the likes of the pink glitter pens with pompoms at the top are the results of Fiona getting to decide what to get.

He moves to the bookshelf next, more out of boredom than any real thought about finding the key. The books all look incredibly boring, ranging from computer science to physics and the sort. Nothing that would catch Jaskier's eye.

He takes one book out in random and opens it to leaf it through if to do nothing else at least he gets to avoid writing his thesis. But what greets him in the pages makes him almost drop the book entirely.

Monsters.

Pages after pages about monsters. Detailed drawings, stories, myths, facts. Anything in between.

Jaskier feels his fingers turn numb from the sheer shock. He looks at the bookshelf again and pulls another book, then another and another.

Monsters. Potions. Magic. Elder races. It's all there. Jaskier can't even comprehend the sheer volume of knowledge that has been at his grasp for over a month without him knowing anything about it and it makes his head spin. He needs... he needs to read everything.

The bling of his phone brings him back from his frantic search for more and more books.

Jaskier stares at his phone, panic rising in his throat. He's... well him? Not some sort of accomplished tutor Fiona's mother is surely expecting.

Just as he presses send he hears the front door open.

"Julian? Are you here?"

Oh shit. Oh. Shit.

He's so screwed.

<now>

"Yen? I'm upstairs, I'll be right there!" he shouts. He's so screwed. Yen, of all people, is Fiona's mother.

She is going to kill him.

Another surge of panic hits him. He asked Yen if Geralt was single! She's his... wife? ex? An old flame? Whatever she is, that is not someone to ask something like that.

"Julian? What are you doing- oh! You found Geralt's books."

"I'm sorry...!" Jaskier whispers, suddenly terrified of the woman in the doorway. "I didn't mean to snoop, I swear, I was only looking for a key to the shed to find some gardening tools, I never meant-!"

Yen silences him with a dismissive gesture with her hand, "I don't care about the books. If he's stupid enough to leave them for you to find it's not my problem. What I came here for was to talk about Fiona. Care to offer me some tea?"

"Tea? Um, yeah sure... tea coming right away..." he feels like he avoided death.

"Sooo, I'm finally face to face with the famous Mr J." Yen says when she has a steaming mug of tea in front of her.

Jaskier slumps on a chair opposite of her and buries his face in his hands.

"Please, don't murder me, I didn't know you were her mother..." he mumbles from between her fingers, wailing up in his misery almost far enough he doesn't hear Yen snort.

"Please, I wouldn't murder you for that. For something else though..."

"Please, don't murder me for any reason," Jaskier begs, not lifting his face from his hands.

"Don't worry, you're way too unimportant to be murdered." Yen pats his arm.

"Why am I relieved to hear that?" Jaskier moans and finally uncovers his face to look at Yen. "So, you presumably wanted to talk about Fiona before you murder me?"

"True. She has her final tests coming up before summer and she's fallen way more behind than I thought."

"Wait, wait, I thought you didn't want to murder me?" Jaskier squeaks. Yen gives him a terrifying smile.

"Like I was saying. She has fallen behind on her studies. And I need you to tutor her, properly this time, not just helping with her homework. I will pay you of course. And a bonus if I feel she did well enough in her tests."

"Pay me?" Jaskier asks, suddenly way more interested. He could, in theory, save the extra money towards a deposit for a place for his own, which he'll need soon if some other gig doesn't come up during the next few weeks.

"I'll give you double what Geralt is paying you. Tripple if Fiona's grades are good enough."

The biscuit Jaskier was eating drops from his mouth.

"Ah, shite, fuck!" he tries desperately to stop the crumbs from spreading everywhere, failing spectacularly.

"I'm so glad we have an agreement. I'll see you around, Julian." Yen rises from her chair and before Jaskier has the chance to collect a single thought, she's already gone.

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taronfanfic · 5 years ago

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Blue

A/N: This may have got slightly out of hand ;)

The neon blue glow of the Troubadour sign illuminated your bare feet as you padded identical laps around the living and kitchen space of Taron’s flat. It was almost 3am on a Sunday morning and the London streets below were completely empty. You weren’t sure what felt weirder: seeing no one out in the park during the day or hearing no drunken cries of joy, loud music and laughter as people returned home from their wild nights out. Lockdown was eery.

“Babe, come to bed.” Taron whined from the bedroom. In the first 10 days he was happy to sleep, catching up on all his missed hours from the last 5 years spent building his career, but the longer this went on the more restless he became. The home gym sessions were never appealing, so once the novelty had worn off neither of you could motivate each other to move far from the sofa or the bed and so it was inevitable for your body clocks to shift further and further forward.

“You look like a right nutter doing laps like that.” He commented with a slight giggle.

“Says the one lurking in the shadows wearing only his boxers.”

“At least they’re mine!” You stopped pacing and looked down your body at Taron’s t-shirt, something you’d quickly claimed as your own as soon as you moved in. It didn’t even cover your bum, but you never heard Taron complaining when you spent your lazy Sunday’s wearing only it and your knickers.

“Fair.” You laughed back to him before continuing your loop close to the balcony, around the front of the sofa and over to where Taron was now leaning against the wall. He reached out for your hand as you approached him and pulled you in against his body.

“Come back to bed.” A soft kiss was left to your cheek.

“I would, but I’m not tired. I wish I was tired. I can’t stand lying awake in bed though.” It was hard not to moan and sigh when you could feel your mood dropping with each passing day.

“We’ll watch something then.”

“I’m bored of that too, I just want to… do something fun.”

“Let off some steam?” He sympathised as he pushed your hair back from your face and drew you in for a tighter hug.

“Yeah.”

“Something energetic, work up a sweat… together. Where you can let loose and scream if it’s what your heart desires?”

“God, that would be nice.”

“Leave it to me.” Taron whispered in your ear seductively before lowering his lips to your neck and leaving a lengthy strong kiss. He guided you around and backed you up against the wall, holding you there for a while as he looked straight into your eyes and waited for you to make a move.

“What are you thinking?” You reached up to touch his neck and face, but your wrist was quickly pinned up above your head.

“We have so much time. What do you want to try?”

“This is, this is pretty hot.” You stumbled over your words as Taron’s fingers delved beneath the elastic of your knickers now your t-shirt had ridden up. He slid two between your folds and curled them around until he met your slickness and dragged it back up to your clit so he could start to tease you. “I feel like I really need to scream though, so maybe we go rough?”

“Biting? Spanking? Fucking so hard that you can’t get out of bed tomorrow?”

“Yes.” You moaned as Taron’s teeth took a grip at the neck of your t-shirt and tugged it to the side so he could get to the skin of your shoulder and graze it. “Hurt me.” A rumbling growl vibrated from Taron’s throat as he pushed his body into yours and then started to kiss you. It was messy and passionate; your mouths lingering open and waiting to feel each other as you both started to crave more. Taron withdrew his fingers from your underwear and slid them straight under your t-shirt so he could take hold of your breast and squeeze it. He was making your knees weak, your core wet and your heart race. As you took his lower lip between your teeth you wondered why you’d not spent more of this lockdown having sex. Fuck the blankets and movies when you’ve got the most passionate lover on tap. He was so turned on right now; you feel it straining against the soft cotton of his boxers.

“We need a safe word.” Taron locked on to your eyes as he paused your kiss and started to lift your t-shirt from your hips. You let him undress you, watching him drop the item to the floor before you placed your hands to his chest and walked him back to the opposite wall.

“Like what?”

“Something you wouldn’t normally say.” You noticed his eyes scanning around the room for objects but stopped him before he got too distracted. The neon colour which illuminated the usually white walls was perfect.

“Blue.” You placed one hand to his cheek as you kissed him deeply and cupped his balls with the other.

“Blue.” He whispered his agreement back and then opened his eyes. They had a new darkness to them, the lust clear as day. “No holding back. If you want it, say it.”

“Spank me.” You replied immediately and Taron started to shake his head slowly in delight.

“Bend the fuck over.”

A playful giggle erupted in you as you stepped away from Taron and lay your top half over the end of the sofa, leaving your arse high in the air and waiting for him. His fingertips felt cold against your skin as he pushed your underwear in to the centre of your bum and revealed more of your peachy flesh. The nerves of what was to come were bubbling away inside you, adding to your pooling excitement.

“Don’t tell me when.” You requested as you reached out for a cushion and placed it beneath your head ready to muffle your cries into.

“No? You just want me to go for it?”

“Yeah, surprise me-fuuuuck.” You felt the sharp pain of Taron’s teeth biting your bum harshly and you couldn’t suppress the anger that fired up your senses. “Fuck off! That was not spanking.” Your head shot round sharply to glare at him just as you saw his raised hand speeding down to slap your already bitten skin.

“Shit!” You hissed this time as you jolted with the stinging pain. “YES!”

“I needed something to aim for.” Taron explained as he caressed your opposite cheek softly. A second and third hit came closer together and you found yourself breathing heavily and moaning into the cushion below as your core throbbed for more.

“Again.” You growled and received three more spanks, the last being the hardest of them all. “Fucking hell!... I want revenge.” You sighed as you felt more riled up than you had done in years.

“What do you want to do to me?” Taron asked arrogantly, looming over you as you turned onto your back, moved down the sofa and spread your legs open for him.

“Scratch you and bite you, mark you all over. Come here.” The eye contact never broke apart as he knelt between your legs and slowly offered his body to you. For your revenge to be sweetest you needed to take him by surprise. Things started off lovingly. Caressing hands, soft, light, slow traces of fingertips around his hips, over his hard cock and then up his body to his neck and face. A tender kiss was shared between you as you lulled him into a false sense of security despite telling him what was to come. You almost tempted yourself into changing the plan. Making love with Taron was never a chore. But as you shifted beneath him into a more comfortable position you felt the red raw skin of your arse still burning away. Your fingers curled into a tight grip of Taron’s hair as you kissed him harder. A slow scratch dragged down his shoulder and bicep before you moved in and pinched his nipple tightly. You could feel his face tense as you released him from your lips and tilted his head to the side so you could get to work on his neck. Unlike his bite to you, you started lightly, pinching the skin between your teeth and following with a wet kiss. Your fingers switched to his other nipple, gripping it tightly and starting to twist it a little until you heard the hiss of pain and pleasure coming from Taron. He started to rub himself harder into your crotch, so you dragged your fingers down his torso and took hold of him through his boxers.

“It’s so hot when you’re desperate for it.” You whispered into his ear before sucking on his lobe and nibbling it. You caressed your hand around him then dipped inside his boxers to do the most damage. It was the finest line between pleasure and pain so you started slowly and softly, working your fingertips over his balls and lightly dragging your fingernails around his skin.

“Oh god, fuck. Shit… you’re-jesus, that feels so good.” Spilled from Taron’s lips as he dropped his head to your shoulder in delight. Too much pleasure. You upped the pressure and scratched a little harder, letting your index finger and thumb meet in a tiny pinch of skin and being rewarded with another hissed cry. “Aaah, fuck, fuck fuck. No.” Taron’s hand rushed down to your arm and gripped firmly but you didn’t pull back. Instead you kissed him playfully.

“That’s not the word.”

“I’m not gonna say it.” He looked so intensely at you before kissing you back firmly. “I don’t want this to stop.”

“Then fuck me.”

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” He almost growled as he rushed to lower his boxers and pull them off his feet. You freed yourself of your underwear and lay back waiting with your core on full show, only to find Taron heading south with his mouth first. His tongue delved into you and licked you quickly, tasting your arousal and making your feet lift in pleasure. This was not what you had pictured but it felt heavenly. Every lick, kiss, graze and suck against your skin had you tingling all over. You could hear Taron enjoying it too, moaning to himself as his fingers teased your inner thighs at the same time. Before long your first orgasm hit, shuddering through your tensing body and filling your core with joy. Taron lapped you up and felt every second of it. The smile on his face as he lifted his head said it all.

“Now you’re going to feel everything,” He smirked “go on all fours, lean against the back of the sofa.”

He wasn’t wrong. He filled you straight away, your juices letting him slide in hard and fast with ease. Everything was heightened after your first orgasm, so much more sensitive and electric. Pulses flew through your body as your nerves were crashed into over and over. Taron was stood, thrusting with everything he had, rocking up onto his toes as he circled his hips and slammed his thighs into the backs of yours. Everything about it was loud. Skin on skin, grunts, moans, swears. You rocked against the padding of the sofa, your arms folded beneath your head, your breasts jolting up with every ounce of power that Taron was giving it.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You cried as your eyes closed tightly shut with the pleasure. “Ooow, FUCK!” You screamed as an out of the blue slap landed to your already sore arse cheek. “Taron!”

“Argh, scream my name!” He spanked you twice more and you could only swear in response. “No!” He groaned as he returned to gripping your hips and trying to fuck you even harder.

“T, fuck. Oh god. Don’t stop!” The inevitable rush was building and building inside you and you’d hate him forever if he even dared to stop and leave you hanging. He upped the pace and it was perfect. You were panting out yeses with every thrust, reaching your arms out in front of you as though you could take hold of your orgasm and claim it sooner.

“Come on, baby.” Taron moaned. “Scream for me.”

“Fuuuuck.” You groaned, seconds before a final stinging slap echoed around the room and pushed you over the edge. “Taron!” You cried at the top of your lungs as your body came apart harder than ever before. The exhausted breaths which followed merged with Taron’s own grunts as he completely lost it at the sight, sound and feel of your orgasm. He was still spilling as he pulled out of you and rest his tip against your red raw cheek.

“Fucking hell.” He sighed as he softly stroked himself down from his high and caressed his cum around your bum as he continued to mark his territory.

“I really needed that.” You sighed in reply, too exhausted to do anything other than collapse your chest down into the cushions. “Thank you.”

“I hope I’ve not hurt you too much.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“It looks really sore.” Taron stroked caringly up and down your back a few times before his hand stopped at the top of your shoulder.

“It is, but it’s worth it.” You grinned.

“Can we go to bed now? I’ll even carry you there.” He scooped your up into his arms and leant in to kiss your cheek but was met with your lips and a tender exchange to finish the night.

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huanwanchens · 5 years ago

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XiCheng Fic Recs

Fic recs featuring XiCheng with some side pairings. I decided to do this list so I can keep track. Basically, these fics are extra long coz the bitch in me doesn’t like to read short fics lol. All are complete works though. I hope this helps my fellow XiCheng shippers! I am a bitch for XiCheng and I am proud? LOL

Little Lotus by RennieOnIceCream (XiCheng mentions of WangXian)

Summary: If one asked Lan Xichen about having children a few years ago, he would’ve said the idea of a family was nice, but it was entirely impossible for him.

Having the leader of the Jiang Sect for a partner, he should’ve known -- impossibilities were always achievable.

Mpreg XiCheng fic that is light and fluffy! This is more like the journey of pregnancy featuring XiCheng.

Wish That You Were Here by Achromos (XiCheng, JingYi)

Summary: Ever since he was young, Jingyi knew that he was missing a parent. The thing that bothered him the most about this was that his a-die was clearly suffering and lonely. At first, he had to settle for stories of his fuqin - the First Jade of Lan, a beautiful and powerful cultivator. But then he was sent to study in the Cloud Recesses, where he met the other side of his family. He was determined to find out why his parents won't speak to each other; what happened fifteen years ago. How he can perhaps mend the rift between them.

A fic where Jingyi is XiCheng’s love child. So much angst and it hurts.

Broken Mirror by akanezora (XiCheng AU side WangXian)

Summary: When Jiang Cheng left Lan Xichen life, he brought a secret with him. Years later, Lan Xichen caught up with that secret. (Jingyi as Xicheng Lovechild)

A fic where Jingyi is XiCheng’s love child in Modern AU. This is just so cute with a little bit of angst on both sides also, WangXian is a side pair here.

Being An Uncle Is Anything But Easy by TheWildJoker (XiCheng)

Summary: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Cheng, Sandu Shengshou, uncle of Jin Ling, brother of Jiang Yanli. He held many titles, and worked with many different hats, but the thing in his life that was missing most was someone to assist him in his struggle at raising a barely month old, orphaned child. Cue the entrance of the eldest jade of Lan, prim, proper, and loved by all. When first met with the worn out Jiang Cheng his inability to leave others alone while they're struggling most kicked in, and leads to a lot of confusion, bad decisions, and then finally a chance for the both of them to be healed from wounds of their past.

Aaah, I love this fic so much. Basically, it started when Jiang Cheng was landed with the responsibility of raising A-Ling because he just refused or rather, he just didn’t trust Jin Guangyao with the upbringing of Jin Ling. Also, some cute A-Yuan and A-Ling interaction for those who love ZhuiLing innocence.

Never Had I Ever by Kicchin (XiCheng side WangXian/NieYao)

Summary: Nie Mingjue is almost certain that Jin Guangyao has an ulterior motive for dating his best friend, Lan Xichen. However despite voicing his concerns, his best friend seems unconvinced and Lan Xichen continues to date the said man. Unable to give up just yet, Nie Mingjue tries a different tactic--convincing his best friend the man is not the right person for him by setting him up. Fortunately for him, Wei Wuxian's youngest brother is very much single and seems to be just the kind of person his best friend needs. Can Jiang Cheng truly change Lan Xichen's mind, or will Nie Mingjue's plan is a disaster from the beginning?

A Modern AU - University style fic wherein Jiang Cheng is a freshman and Xichen is just a dork who falls in love with unsuspecting Jiang Cheng lol. This is funny but it has that tooth-decaying element XD Also, drunk Xichen is always chaotic but can be so sweet.

The Beginner’s Guide to Moving On by messenger18 (XiCheng side WangXian)

Summary: Jiang Cheng is jaded, bitter and miserable. Lan Xichen isn't sure he can ever trust anyone again. They've always been at the periphery of each other's lives, perpetually visible but never touching, and it seems it's going to stay that way. Then Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui fall in love, and everything changes.

Thrown together as the only single men in a family full of couples, neither is exactly happy about their situation. But when two lonely people find each other, sometimes they can be a little less lonely together.

A slow burn fic that involves awkward meetings, building friendship, humor and fluff that you don’t have any choice but to read more lol. But I strongly recommend this one for XiCheng fans!

葬花/Zàng huā by CrystallizedPen (XiCheng Mpreg)

Summary: One day, Sect Leader Lan just disappeared, no one knew where he went, nor why he left, not even the people closest to him knew. He left behind his sword, his token, and his forehead ribbon. He left behind everything except the silver bell that was given to him by a person that he loved, and whom he thought would love him too. Their love was beautiful like a blooming flower. But, apparently he was wrong. He should have buried this love deep inside his heart, like burying a flower that was never meant to bloom.

Heavy angst XiCheng fic that expanded for 10 years of waiting coz of some intervention. I just love angsty elements in this and Xichen is well characterized in this fic! Strongly recommended!

Monotone by seredemia (WangXian and XiCheng)

Summary: Wei Wuxian died. Wei Wuxian died and he never came back, not after thirteen years, or a hundred, or a thousand. The year is 2019 and Lan Wangji is still here, having reached the highest point of cultivation that has gifted him with immortality. It's supposed to be a gift, an honour, yet to him it's nothing but a curse. Wei Wuxian is dead, and life is colourless. Lan Wangji ghosts through time, simply living each day in monotone.That is, until he meets a man who has the same face, same name, same smile as Wei Wuxian. Suddenly, there's colour and hope back in his life—but it's not long until he realises Wei Wuxian in this timeline has not escaped the sorrow that plagued his past self.Maybe history really does repeat itself after all.

THIS IS THE GREATEST. Immortal Xichen and Wangji in search of happiness. I certainly love the dynamics and interaction of XiCheng pair in here. Contains heavy angst, self-harm and hurt and you’d get a lot of emotional rollercoaster on this one! READ THIS GUYS, YOU WON’T REGRET IT! Unfortunately, the writer took down her work in A03 for personal reasons but she provided alternative links where you can read this. (Thank goodness for that.)

The Misadventures of Secretary Jiang by rollo (XiCheng mentions of WangXian)

Summary: When the competent Secretary Jiang gave his two weeks notice all of a sudden, CEO Lan XiChen is forced to switch up his long game.

Will Secretary Jiang ever notice that he’s not just the CEO’s Secretary?

This fic is hilarious as fuck. Full of humor and mishaps between XiCheng pair. Wanna see a different side of Xichen? Like the clingy, pouty ones - well this one is for you! I’ve just recently started the series called What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim and thank goodness, the author didn’t make Xichen as vain and narcissistic as the original character but all in all, if you want a light, honest to goodness fic, then I recommend this one for you!

I’ll Bind You To Me by yunkarin (XiCheng mentions of Married WangXian)

Summary: Jiang Cheng is the president of Yunmeng Cosmetics. Lan Xichen is the president of Gusu Pharmaceuticals. He and Lan Xichen have a complicated relationship, where they separate business and pleasure. How far are you willing to go to bind me to you?

A very sexy XiCheng fic with lots of sexy time. Insatiable Xichen is hot btw. If you want some kinks and smut filled read, well this one is for you!

The Form of Boneless Ice by TheWonderingHeart (XiCheng)

Summary: Mythical beasts have long ago been driven to extinction by the gentry — hunted for sport, but more importantly for their magical cores. Since then, there remains only one creature that has never been caught. The Jiang’s retreated a long time ago. Abandoning land altogether, they sought safety where the humans could not reach. It all comes to a head though, purely by chance. (Or is it by fate that a spontaneous decision allows for them to meet? If fate were a rock!) Jiang Cheng suddenly finds his whole life balanced on the head of a pin — on the flimsy promise of a human boy. In his opinion, things cannot possibly get worse!(But then they do when the Wens decide it’s finally time to search for the elusive merpeople, and suddenly nowhere is safe.)

Oh goodness, I love this one so much with innocent Jiang Cheng with the human world but still has a potty mouth lol. Mermaid AU wherein they met as children and continued their friendship until they turn into lovers. This is so sweet with angst, of course. Strongly-recommended!

My own fics (If you guys want lol shameless promotion)

Jin Ling’s Dating Guides for His Stupid Uncles (XiCheng/WangXian)

A work-in-progress wherein Jin Ling tries to matchmake his uncles to his best friend’s parents - the Lan brothers. However, danger is looming upon their family and they must solve it before it gets out of hand.

a way to his heart is through his stomach (XiCheng side WangXian)

A feisty cook joins the team by request. How far can he go without falling for the charm of the restaurant's assistant manager, Lan Xichen? And what’s this? They’re roommates too? Oh, fun.

Follow the journey of the gang as they go on with their lives as interns in the hospitality world for a year - the chaotic life of living

Another work-in-progress wherein the boys are in the hospitality industry.

I will add more works on this list as I go on reading. I better thank the quarantine that I can binge read yummy XiCheng fics. lol

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writingsofmyimagination · 6 years ago

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King and Queen

Summary: Jungkook becomes very needy before he goes on tour and becomes even more desperate when he gets back (Part 1 of a 2 Shot)

Jungkook x Reader

Words:1988

Warnings:Smut, Sub/Jungkook, Dom Reader, Light bondage, Ice Play, Thigh Riding.

Happy Reading :)

//Charlie Puth – Attention// you groggily rolled over and reached blindly in the darkness towards the way too bright light of your phone.

“This better be important Kook, its 2am” frustration seeping through your drowsiness causing your brows to furrow.

“Please come over” the bright wide-eyed voice asked politely. Sighing to yourself before continuing with your response

“I saw you like 4 hours ago, and you have to be up at 6am to catch your flight; don’t you think you need to rest?” knowing full well he’d take this rhetorically.

“No, please, I need you more… my queen” He whined. Like a switch, all tiredness dissipated and a half smirk diffused across your face. He knew exactly what he was doing calling you that and you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Aww my little bunny, always so needy for me before he goes on tour” you teased fake pity in your voice. You flicked your lamp on and shuffled yourself out of bed and scanned the dimmed room for your grey skinny fit joggers. You fished a white tank top out your draw and pulled it over your ivory floral lace balconette bra.

“I’ll have to help myself soon” He toyed, your eyes widened in awe of his bravery.

“You dare!” you warned “You won’t be allowed to be inside me until long after your back” Your tone sending all the warning he would need.

“Don’t be long” the phone beeped and he was gone, you pictured the smug look adorning his face right now. Cheeky shit!

As you clicked the key as soundlessly as you could you wandered if he’d behaved. There was always a slight hope that he wouldn’t. Last time he misbehaved you got to chastise him; you refused to let him touch you and make you cum. You enjoyed rubbing salt into that wound by making him watch while you came by your own doing. It drove him crazy and he certainly learnt his lesson. You gingerly made your way to his room, the lighting from outside showered just enough light, casted just enough shadows to navigate yourself successfully. A slither of white light peeked from under his door, inhaling the essence of your role before stepping inside.

“Such a good prince” impressed, he was on his knees dead in front of you in nothing but black boxers. He was knelt back resting on his calves, legs slightly parted and palms upright on his thighs. His eye were weighed down with obedience, dark hair trickling onto his face.

“What is it you wanted so badly to get me up for?” you spoke, hands on your hips, still in front of him.

“I want to hear you cry you out my name while I fucked you once more before I go away” His voice was so sickly sweet and innocent despite the filth that rolled out of his lips. The apricot colour skin taught against his muscular build, every bit of definition a treat to the eyes.

“I suppose I can’t deny you that” agreeing for him as well, It was going to be a long month. You knelt in front of him tipped his chin up per-missing him to look at you. His eye were craters of dark brown sugar starting to caramelize with unresolved need.

“There will still be consequences for waking me up, you know I hate that. Understand?”

“Yes M’aam” so obedient with his response.

“Good, now get up and kiss me”

You both bounced up, he launched at you his lips hit yours with unrestrained urgency knocking you back into the door. His weight pressed to your chest battling with your quickening chest undulations. It accelerated even further when his hands clamped onto your hips securing you in place.

“I think you can feel too much” you moaned in between breaths. “Stop and go back to waiting like a good bunny”

Jungkook stole one last lingering kiss desperately, a slight pout on his lips. You used to punish that behaviour but you grew to find it to be too unbearably cute and sexy when he sulked.

You went to a chest of draws at the back of his expansive wardrobe and took to the bottom draw and removed the satin blindfold and restraints. He’s lucky he’s going on tour and his skin needs to be flawless otherwise you’d be bringing out much more. He’d be restrained with rope until he was raw; he’d be left marked, bruised and flogged. Upon returning he’d not moved an inch.

“Always such a well behaved boy” kneeling behind him lightly blossoming kisses across his back, he inhaled each time your lips skimmed his skin. He always smelt like fresh soap, your hand trickled up the back of his neck snacking through his silky dark hair. He groaned when you yanked his head back

“On the bed” you whispered straight into his ear, which prickled at the sound of your command.

As soon as he’d laid down you climbed and straddled his waist, you stripped your shirt and bra off letting your breasts sit perkily.

“So beautiful my queen” he eyed your flesh with a cocktail of love and hunger. His fingertips traced your stomach

“Aah” you warned, his hands raised apologetically. The notion did not reach his eyes. You returned a mischievous smile as you secured his hands and hooked them over a notch in the middle of the headboard. You purposely ground your hips into his still clothed crotch steeling a moan he attempted to cover up with a hiss from his lips. Absorbing the groans with your lips as you kissed him with fierce passion, biting his lower lip. You felt him grow hard beneath you

“Is that nice my prince?”

“Mmm” he tried to mimic your hip movements but you centred your weight and stopped him.

“Too impatient Kookie” you removed one of his senses firmly tightening the blindfold behind his head. Seeing Jungkook’s breathe hitch sent a tingle to your core, your arousal transferring to your joggers and your clit beginning to ache. You sat back, pressure on his erection and stilled

“I think I may need one more thing”

You left the bed and chucked on your shirt and ventured to the kitchen. He hated being left restrained, especially in the dorm for fear of getting caught. You took your time returning the devilish smile never wavering. On finally returning you shed all your clothing and clinked a glass delicately on the bedside table. Gasping as you straddled his thigh pressing your wetness onto him, a pursed moan also escaped Jungkook.

“See what you do to me bunny, how wet I get for you” you were selfish and started grinding yourself planting your hands either side of his head, arching your back making sure your mouth spilling moans was close to his ear.

“Aaah, Miss you feel so good, don’t stop” he pleaded

“Do you want me to cum bunny?”

“Please my queen, I want to feel your body shake on me” you stopped with no words

“Fuck!” he exclaimed in surprise, you felt his muscles hold their breath beneath you as he adjusted to the freezing block of ice draw a picture across the outline of his pectoral muscles. When the ice cube had been diminished to a small pebble you put it in your mouth. Your mouth cold and wet enclosing them around his lengthening nipple. Where the water had trickled down his skin it had left a field of goose bumps. The way his body reacted to your torment filled you with such drive you had to restrain the urge to fuck him until his tears were streaming down his face.

“Please touch me my queen” he fidgeted under you furthering his desperation. Granting his request you relieved him of his boxers

“Is this what you want my Kookie?” you breathed teasing your fingertips down his shaft.

“Yes Miss” his head rolled back into the sheets drunk with anticipation. He angled his hips to try and put more of himself in your hand. You hand struck his face, his high pitched whine had your pelvic muscles clenching around noting.

“I need to ride you first” you stopped all contact with his cock.

You resumed rocking your hips steadily over his thigh again. Jungkook couldn’t stop the frustration seeping onto his face in beautiful creases. Beginning to feel that slow ascent in your stomach muscles.

“How bad do you want to feel me Kookie?” you panted.

“So bad, please let me be inside you, I want to fill you up and feel you tense around me” he begged saturated with desperation. You could easily just cum sometimes from the way he whined and begged for you

“I’m going to ride your cock until I cum all over it but you my prince are not to cum!” you strengthened the end of your words conveying your seriousness.

“Oh fuck, I love it when you ride me” he grunted as you sunk down onto him followed by a low guttural growl. You began lifting and lowering yourself onto him balancing your hands on his v-lines.

“How do I feel baby?” You fished.

“Incredible, I get so lost in you” he was panting his words. Arching your back, flinging you head back, one hand rapidly circling your clit. Your legs jerked tighter around his waist as you cried out through your release. Your walls pulsing sweet bliss with passing second.

“Agh, princess feels…so...good” he stuttered. You struck him firmly across the face with the palm of your hand, he exhaled a pained cry; his dick twitched in contradiction.

“Sorry...my queen” he corrected.

Drowning in the aftershocks you leaned forward and untied his which dropped thankfully to the bed, you also gave him back his sight. Slipping the blindfold of his moist forehead, strands of hair clinging to his face mercifully.

“There you go my king” as soon as you gave up this code word signalling equality he pushed himself up and had you in his lap still inside you, brushing your hair out of your face.

“What are you going to do with you free reign baby?” you were still breathless, heart rampaging in your chest. Sloppy kisses showering you before he breathed in your ear

“I’m going to fuck you hard, you’ll be crying out my name” your body shuddered at the thought. Within seconds you was on your back legs wrapped tightly around him, his cock teasing, lined up to your entrance. You winced as his teeth bit hard on your neck, your nails leaving half-moon crescents littered on his side. He sucked ferociously and slammed into you; you almost screamed with some of the lingering sensitivity.

“Shit Jungkook” you cried. His pace unrelenting, crashing into your g-spot each time.

“You gotta be louder than that Y/N” he managed through his own guttural grunts. Somehow his thrusts grew harder and faster, his hot breath rolling down your neck where his head nestled.

“Jungkook… I” your orgasm smashed into you out of nowhere light a freight train, your scream higher almost in shock. His hips staggered and jerked as the pressure of your walls clenching around him sent him exasperatedly exhaling as he came and joined you in riding out your orgasm.

He peeled off you and slumped back beside you both panting, both lost in the afterglow.

“Hey you two kids had better be finished. We’re all trying to sleep here!” Jin hammered on the door sounding more amused than annoyed. You giggled and buried your head amongst the sheet like a shy school girl.

Jungkook rescued you with a delicate kiss on the forehead.

“I love you baby, I’m going to miss you so much” His bunny smile comatosing you in sweetness where you lay.

“I love you too Kook, you’re always so good for me and I’ll see you at the wrap party when you get back”

#bts smut #bts #sub-bts-network #bangtanarmynet #kwritersworldnet #btssmutclub #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #sub jungkook

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wistfulcynic · 6 years ago

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CSJJ Day 8: The Key

Summary: They are strangers with benefits. Lovers who don’t know each other’s names. And then they meet.

Rating: M (a hard M)

a/n: An angsty, smutty little story, perhaps not entirely in keeping with the ‘joy’ part of @csjanuaryjoy, but what can you do? I set out to write a light and frothy secret-relationships fic, but, well... I think I used up all my fluff on the Secret Santa. Not even sorry.

Read it on AO3

Tagging @resident-of-storybrooke, @teamhook, @jennjenn615, @deathbycaptainswan, @tiganasummertree, @kmomof4 and wish I could group-tag the whole of the CSJJ Discord, because having random crazy conversations with you lot has been the best part of 2019 thus far.

The Key

He let himself in. With his key.

Because she, Emma Swan, the guarded, the cautious, the woman with walls around her heart so formidable that Fort Knox could benefit from her trade secrets, had given a key to her apartment to a man whose name she didn’t even know.

She told herself it was for the sake of convenience. It allowed her to await him in the bedroom clad in lacy lingerie, tiny scraps of fabric that wouldn’t be able to hold her in if she tried to move in them, scraps designed for no purpose other than to adorn her slender form before being torn from it by desperate fingers. Lingerie such as she was wearing now, reclined on her bed, waiting.

It allowed her to enjoy the look in his eyes when he appeared in the doorway, already unbuttoning his shirt, the hot, hungry look that still sent shivers skittering across her skin even though they had been fucking regularly for more than a year.

It allowed her to watch as he slowly undressed, his eyes fixed on her face while hers roamed his form, holding her breath as the smooth skin liberally adorned with dark hair was revealed, inch by torturous inch until finally his cock sprang forth, already hard and ready for her hands and her mouth and her cunt.

It allowed her to fist her hands into her sheets in anticipation, panting now as he crawled onto the bed, his blue eyes almost black and his breathing as ragged as her own, stroking his fingertips up the inside of her thigh and teasing the edge of the lace between her legs as his mouth trailed kisses up her neck.

This was what she told herself, and what she told him. What she wanted them both to believe.

The truth was that she had given him the key because she trusted him, this man she had picked up in a bar. She didn’t know his name or his job or his favourite colour, but she knew the way he touched her, reverently, as though she were something worth treasuring. She knew the earnest way he focused on her pleasure before taking his own, the way he listened to her sighs and remembered each moan, making every encounter better than the last. He didn’t know her name, but he knew every inch of her body. He knew precisely where and how to touch her to make her writhe and moan and scream, and she knew the same about him.

She knew that he would leave as soon as she asked, without protest, never pushing or trying to coax from her anything more than she was comfortable giving.

She knew also that he would stay, his eyes warm and his smile brightening the darkened bedroom when she twined her legs around his and buried her face in his neck, that he would hold her close and safe in his arms and whisper “Sleep, darling,” in her ear. She knew that the next morning he would ask her no questions but would make coffee while she made pancakes, that they would talk freely together about movies and music and books and travel and their theories on the meaning of life with not a word spoken about themselves, their work, their families, their names.

She knew that she knew him, the essence of him, his body and mind and soul, even without the details of his life. She knew that she loved him. And she knew, from the joy that he took in giving her pleasure, from the look in his eyes when he came deep inside her, from the light in his smile when he woke up in her arms, that he would never leave her. That he would keep coming back, keep treasuring her, holding her close, whispering endearments into her hair when he thought she was asleep.

As long as he never found out about her, about what a mess she was and how hopelessly broken life had left her, then she could keep him forever.

As long as he never learned her name.

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He was moving inside her, his lips on her neck, his cock stroking her deep, again and again over just that spot, the one he could always find. She was moving with him, thighs squeezing him tightly, denting the curve of his ass with her heels, their fingers intertwined above her head. She was moaning in his ear, disjointed syllables and broken words of encouragement as he panted curses into the curve of her shoulder. She felt tingling in the tips of her toes and the base of her spine, the pleasure sizzling across her skin so intense that the buzzing of her phone on the nightstand was barely an echo of it, drowned by the explosion of sensation that burst within her as she came, clenching around his cock and dragging him along with her into ecstasy, his groan of pleasure reverberating through her and intensifying hers.

They lay together, still gasping and entwined, as the sweat dried from their skin and they slowly became conscious of the buzzing phone, and of the fact that it had been buzzing for a solid five minutes.

“Are you going to get that?” he murmured against her collarbone.

“Mmmmm,” she said, and he chuckled, his warm breath ruffling the damp blonde wisps at her nape.

“You’ll have to let go of my hand,” she said.

“Apologies, love.” He released her hands and rolled off her, looping his arm around her waist and pulling her close against his chest as she put the phone to her ear and he fell into a doze.

“‘lo?” she yawned into the phone.

“Emma? Is it too early, hon? You sound sleepy.”

“No, ’s fine.” Emma blinked, trying to focus, trying not to melt into the warm body behind her. “What’s up, Mary Margaret?”

“I’m just calling to remind you that you’re having dinner with us tonight.”

“I haven’t forgotten.”

“Just to warn you, there’s a friend of David’s coming too.”

“Mary Margaret—”

“Now I know you hate setups, Emma, and I promise this isn’t one. Killian’s not really your type, and David actually thinks he might be seeing someone, just maybe not officially. 'On the down low', as the kids in my class say. I just wanted to ask you to please be nice. It wouldn’t hurt you to make a friend, and honestly Killian could use one too. He’s had a bit of a hard time recently. Just promise me you won’t freeze him out, or, you know, punch him if he smiles at you.”

“Now you’re exaggerating.”

“Only slightly. Remember Walsh.”

Emma sighed. “All right, all right, I’ll be nice. Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Aaah, I knew it was too early for you! I’m sorry. Go back to sleep, sweetie, I’ll see you tonight!”

“‘Bye, Mary Margaret.”

She put the phone down on the nightstand and snuggled deeper into the man at her back, jostling him awake. He hummed, his arms tightening around her as he nuzzled her cheek. “Sleep, beautiful,” he murmured, the words slightly slurred.

“Sleep,” she agreed, and they drifted off together.

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Emma arrived at Mary Margaret and David’s bearing a bottle of wine and a sense of resigned determination. Be nice, be nice, be nice, she reminded herself. Even if this was a setup —and she didn’t trust Mary Margaret not to lie to her about it being one— she needed to be nice. Needed not to let herself overreact to simple civility. Needed to remember that not every man in the world was out to use her. Sure, every one she’d ever dated had been, but still they couldn’t all be.

He wasn’t, her nameless lover. She felt a thrill at the thought of him, the memory of his hands on her skin just hours before. He would never hurt her. As long as she never let him know too much of her, he’d never have cause to leave.

Mary Margaret led her into the living room where David was chatting with a man. A tallish one, with dark hair who was standing in a very… familiar… loose-jointed way, one she’d only seen once before, and—

“No,” she gasped, and he turned, the blue eyes she’d last seen twinkling at her as she kissed him goodbye lighting up when he saw her, then as he registered the look on her face they clouded with fear.

“Emma, this is—”

“No!” she cried, interrupting Mary Margaret. “No, don’t tell him— no, no, no.”

Mary Margaret and David were staring at her in astonishment, Killian —because she now knew his name was Killian— in alarm. He held out his hand to her. “Love—” he began, and she stumbled backwards, shaking her head, trying to deny the awful truth of the situation, of the only good thing in her life being ripped away, just like everything else.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, fighting back tears. “I can’t. I’m so sorry.” She turned and ran for the door, ignoring the voices calling after her.

She was almost away when she heard him, him alone, the frantic note in his beloved voice breaking her heart.

“Wait!” he cried “Wait!”

She hurried as best she could in her heels, but his long legs soon caught her up. He grabbed her arm, stopping her. She didn’t turn around.

“Won’t you even look at me?”

She did, and nearly broke at the brittle mix of hope and fear that she saw in his precious eyes.

“I—” he began, then stopped on a strained half-laugh. “I don’t know what to call you.”

“My name is Emma.”

“Emma.” Her name in his voice clawed at her heart and she wanted to scream and rage, wanted to fall into his arms and have him hold her close just once more. “I’m Killian.”

She nodded. “I know.”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking anxious. “Look, I know that this has sort of blown up all of our boundaries, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It— could even be a good one.”

“It’s the worst possible thing!”

“Why?”

She groped for the words to make him understand. “I can’t— I can’t be in a relationship. I’m too— people don’t—” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I can do sex,” she said. “But I don’t know how to be a girlfriend. I don’t know how to be that close to someone, how to let someone in. I’ll— I’ll just disappoint you, mess things up like I always do, and then you’ll leave.”

“I wouldn’t—”

“You would. They all do, once they get to know me. It’s best if we just—” she broke off as her throat closed up, refusing to let her speak the awful words. She swallowed, and forced them out. “It’s best if we just end it now.”

She risked a glance at him, and wished she hadn’t. His face was dead white, his eyes wide and desperate.

“Emma, I’ve known from the beginning that you have… reservations about intimacy. But darling, if you really think you can’t have a relationship, you’re very much mistaken. We have one, right now, you and I, one that is very, very important to me. You know me better than anyone ever has, even without knowing my name. And I know you, everything that I need to know to be sure that I want you in my life, in whatever capacity that you wish. We understand each other, love, we always have. Do you know how rare it is, this connection between us?”

“That makes it worse,” she whispered. “Things with you have always been so perfect, I can’t bear to ruin it.”

“You won’t, you couldn’t—”

“I can’t take that chance. I’m sorry.”

He gripped her arms tightly. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking on the word. “Please don’t do this, don’t end us. I love you.”

“No.” She shook her head, denying it, though she knew he spoke the truth. “No, you can’t.”

“And yet, I do. What’s more, you love me too.”

“I— I don’t,” she lied, convincing no one.

“Then why did you give me a key to your apartment?”

“That was just for convenience—”

“It was because you trust me with your heart.” Anger edged his voice now. “Don’t lie to me Emma, and don’t lie to yourself.”

“I’m not—”

"You are! Would you really throw away our chance at happiness, throw away the happiness we already have, because things might not always be perfect?"

"You only think we're happy because you don't know me. If you did, you wouldn't want me anymore."

"I do know you. And there are no conceivable circumstances in which I wouldn't want you. Wanting you has all but consumed me from the moment we met. Look at me, darling." He put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up until their eyes met. “I love you. I want you. We can be together, we can be happy, you just have to trust me with your head the way you already do with your heart. Tell me you don’t want that. If you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me, I'll never trouble you again.”

“I— I—” She looked into his gorgeous eyes, seeing everything he felt for her within them. She did want those feelings, wanted him. So much. Too much to take them, too much to risk destroying them. “I can’t.” She tore her eyes away. “I can’t do this. It’s over. Don’t come back.” She wrenched herself from his grasp and fled.

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The envelope arrived through her mail slot two days later. It was brown, sturdy, with a small, heavy object within. She tore it open and upended it over her kitchen counter. A key fell out, bouncing on the counter with a clang that carried an ominous finality, far too loud for its small size.

Her apartment key.

She stared at it, shattering inside. With trembling fingers she reached out to touch it, astonished to find her hand and arm still whole and not crumbling into dust under the weight of her agony.

He’d returned her key.

Of course he had. When had he ever not done as she wished? She had told him not to come back. What use would he have for the key?

Slowly she picked it up, closing her fist around it, so tightly that the sharp edges broke her skin. She squeezed until she felt blood welling up from her palm and then she broke, the walls around her heart swept away by wave after wave of emotions, feelings she had repressed for years but never vanquished. Sobs wracked her body as she sank to the floor, scraping her throat as raw as her soul. She cried for the baby she’d been, abandoned and unloved, for the child shunted from house to house but never to a home, for the heartbroken teen who’d had her baby in jail and then given him up, hating herself for abandoning him as she’d been abandoned but knowing she couldn’t be a mother. She wept for the woman, who would rather break the heart of the man she loved than risk being happy with him.

All her life people had left her. Then she’d pushed away the only one who wanted to stay. The only one who wanted her.

The only one who loved her.

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Emma pounded on the bright red door of her friends’ house, brushing tears from her cheeks as she did. It swung open to reveal David, his face harder and angrier than she’d ever seen it. He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at her.

“David, hi, I’m— I’m looking for… can you tell me how to find Killian?”

“Why do you want to know?” he asked. “So you can break his heart again?”

She had no answer to that.

“Killian’s had a rough couple of years,” said David. “He lost his brother and his girlfriend and his job, one after the other. He came here to heal, and for a time he did. He was happy with you, Emma, happier than I’d ever seen him. And now he’s a fucking shell of himself, worse than before. Honestly, I think he’s better off without you.”

He made to shut the door but Emma was quicker, blocking it with her shoulder and foot. “No!” She cried. “David, please, I’m so sorry. I was wrong to do that to him, wrong to end things between us. I want to fix it. Please. Please, help me make it right.”

David watched her wring her hands, saw the tears that dripped unheeded down her blotchy cheeks, and felt torn. He was certainly not unsympathetic to Emma's distress or her difficulties. Mary Margaret had told him about her past, not everything but enough that he could understand what drove her, what made her so afraid to trust. However, he had his own friend’s well-being to consider, and Killian’s despair over the past few days had left David distraught and terrified that his friend might be driven to do something rash and unforgivable. Killian had never been particularly rational when he was deeply wounded. As far as David was concerned, Killian had been through enough and had enough still to work through without having to deal with Emma’s crap as well. There was a new assistant librarian at the university, a pretty, friendly woman called Belle who had hit it off with Killian immediately. He’d be far better off with someone like her. Someone bright and cheerful who shared his interests and could maybe make him smile again. Someone who might actually be able to give him her heart.

“I’m sorry, Emma, but I can’t let you hurt him any more,” David said, gently but firmly pushing her away from the door and shutting it with a click.

Emma leaned her forehead against the icy cold wood and sobbed. “But I love him,” she choked out, then nearly fell on her face when the door opened again.

“Do you mean that?” asked David sharply.

She looked up, and hope sparked in her chest at his expression. “Yes, I mean it!” she cried.

“You truly love him?”

She nodded, willing him to believe her. “So much. More than anything.”

“And are you prepared to have an actual relationship with him, one where you use each other’s names and do more together than just fuck?”

Emma winced, but she supposed she deserved that. “I’m ready to try,” she said honestly. “It scares me to death and I’ll probably fuck everything up, but I love him enough to try.”

David’s eyes softened with the kindness and understanding she was accustomed to seeing in them, and she let out the breath she’d been holding in a relieved whoosh.

“I don’t think you’ll fuck everything up,” he said. “One or two things, sure, but that’s inevitable in relationships. He’ll fuck some things up as well, but you’ll work through them together.” He stepped back, opening the door wide. “Come in and warm up a bit, and I’ll write down his address for you.”

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Outside Killian’s office door Emma paused, breathing deeply and gathering her courage. This would have been difficult enough without her having to come to the damn university library to do it, but she didn’t want to leave things as they were any longer than necessary and David had said Killian would likely be working late.

(“He works at the university library?”

“Yep.” David smirked. “He’s the curator of the rare books department.”)

Emma was still struggling to process that the flirty, sexy, bone-meltingly gorgeous man who made the worst puns she’d ever heard and fucked her better than anyone else ever could was a librarian. Yet his name was on the door and the door was slightly ajar, enough for her to see him through the gap seated behind a large wooden desk. His hair was mussed, not in its habitually deliberate, sexy way, but in the manner of hair that had been gripped tightly in despairing fists and tossed for hours on a sleepless pillow. His eyes were shadowed, his face pale. He looked heartbroken.

He looked broken.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Killian,” she croaked, her voice breaking along with him, along with her own heart.

He looked up, anger and despair and resentment and hope and love all written plainly on his face. “Emma,” he whispered.

She took another, tentative step forward. “I’m sorry,” she said. “You were right. About everything. I do love you, and I believe that you love me. But I— I’m not easy to love, Killian. I’m too jagged, too hard, and I push people away… I’ll hurt you…”

He surged to his feet and around his desk, wrapping her tightly in his familiar embrace, sighing into her hair. “I’ll risk it,” he said hoarsely. “I’d risk anything for you.”

She sobbed, clinging to him, and his own tears dampened her cheek. “I love you so much, Emma,” he breathed. “I almost told you a million times, but I knew you wouldn’t welcome it.”

“I knew it anyway,” she said, “though I never let myself really acknowledge it. It’s in everything you do, and say, and how you touch me.”

His smile glowed as bright as sunshine, warming her to the depths of her soul. “I knew if anyone could hear what I wasn’t saying it would be you,” he said. “No one understands me like you do.”

“And no one has ever known me like you do,” she admitted. “Even without knowing my name.”

He chuckled. “Do you want to hear something funny?”

“Sure.” Anything that would keep him smiling like that, she wanted to hear it.

“I always called you Swan in my head,” he said, and she laughed. “From that very first night when you said no names.”

“How on earth did you come up with that?”

“From your pendant, of course," he said, brushing his fingertips across it. "And it just seemed to suit you: graceful and elegant and strong. And with a very sharp beak.”

She laughed again. “I think that’s stretching the metaphor a bit, but okay.”

He brushed the hair back from her face, cupping her chin and stroking her cheek with his thumb. “My beautiful Swan,” he said, kissing her gently. “Love of my life.”

She sighed against his lips, leaning into him to deepen the kiss, feeling her whole body sing as he held her close.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, Killian,” she whispered when they broke apart. “I’m sorry it took me so long to accept how I felt about you.”

“It doesn’t matter, darling,” he replied. “We’re together now, truly together, with no secrets and no barriers between us. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Me too,” she admitted, tears springing to her eyes again. “I just never thought I could have it.”

“It’s yours now, my love, along with anything else you want that is in my power to give you.”

She kissed him again, deep and hard, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. He growled deep in his throat, her favourite sound, and gripped her hips tightly, pulling them into his. He was just sliding his hands under her shirt when she pulled back, panting.

“I almost forgot,” she said. “I have something to give you.”

“You do?” He looked surprised, and delighted.

“Yeah.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small metal object.

He raised an eyebrow. “The key to your heart?”

“You know perfectly well it’s my apartment key, Killian.”

“That’s what I said, love.”

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Cloud Nine

Genre: fluff (so much fluff) Word Count: 2100 Summary: Whilst Simon can deny his crush on Baz, he can’t deny the thoughts he keeps having about them - going to prom together. That leaves him with no other choice but to ask him out.

I've never been good at dancing. Every year at prom, I make a fool of myself. Every year it's the same – an evening of Agatha's eye rolls, her pained expression when I step on her feet and my desperate search for excuses to get back to the buffet. But I don't know what it's going to be like this year. Because Agatha is not my girlfriend any more, and I'm not sure if she's still my friend. But I have to go, obviously, because it's my last year at Watford and I can't miss out on that. On anything. And I can't say that I haven't imagined it. With him. I know that he looks absolutely stunning in a suit. And he's a graceful dancer.

I really shouldn't ask him. I'm a mess. We both know I'm a mess. He would only laugh at me. And it's not like he wants to. But the idea of it has caused a really painful longing in my chest – the longing for his hands on my arm, his soft whispers, his easy smile and his eyes, grey eyes burning into my soul. It's all I can think about.

So I guess it's settled – I'm making a fool of myself again. At least one thing I'm quite good at.

I'm thinking about the right time to pop the question. When he's getting ready for sleep, when he's lying in the bed across the room, when we sit together in the dining room. My enemy. No, not my enemy. We're on a truce. My almost-friend. But whenever I try to speak up, the words get stuck in my throat.

I'm sitting in class, and it's all I can think of. Music. Dancing. Crowley, I'm a horrible dancer. And I'm horrible, and I have horrible dreams, but I can't stop myself. Smirks and that mischievous glint in his eyes. And all the what-ifs – too many what-ifs, too many questions of what it'd be like, not to consider it. Would he give me a rose? Would he take my hand? Would he want to dance to the slow songs? Would he be a charmer, a gentlemen? Or would he still tease me?

I have to at least ask. I want to tap his shoulder, but he seems to actually concentrate on the class. I should too, but I can't get the thoughts out of my head. That's why I have to ask. Once he's rejected me and made it clear that there's not the slightest chance of any dancing happening, that's when I can stop thinking about it. (When I have to stop thinking about it.) It's not like I like him. Like that. Obviously. It's just that I want to know what the soft fabric of his suit would feel like underneath my fingers. What he would smell like from up-close, so close that my nose is almost touching his temple. It's not like I want to kiss him, or go on dates with him, or tell him I'm desperately in love with him. (Except maybe once, only to know what it would be like. But not in a way that he would ever remember – I would do it if it were a video game and I could just go back to the way it was before. No lasting damages.)

But it's just a dance. It's not a confession. I can ask him (and it won't be too horrible, I suppose). Except I can't get the words out. Physically. I'm bright red, and I can't say it. I rip a piece off the paper in front of me and scribble it onto it. “Will you go to prom with me?”

Perfect. Now I only have to slide it over to him. Except I can't do it, and my hands are frozen around the piece of paper. Not a love confession, for Crowley's sake. It's not a big deal. It's not even a grand gesture. Just sliding it over. But it seems like a mountain to overcome. I side-eye him and watch the line of his nose, his brow furrowing slightly, because he's thinking, and I manage to relax my hands, and not crush the paper too hard. It's the only way to get the thoughts out of my head. I put the paper in front of him, and he frowns, about to ask me a question, but then he picks it up and reads the line. I hold my breath and wait. He's going to rip the paper apart, no doubt. But he just keeps staring at it.

“Baz,” I whisper, and I want to take everything back. It's like he doesn't even notice me. The bell rings and the room starts getting noisy, but he doesn't move. Everyone leaves the room, except for him and me, and I keep waiting. “Baz,” I repeat, because I don't know what else to say to fix this. I reach for the paper. “Just – just forget about it -” I say. If there's one thing I know it's how to properly embarrass myself. Crowely, I'm an idiot. But just before I can take the paper, he swats my hand away.

“Yes,” he says courtly and leaves the room before I have the chance to answer.

“Why are you grinning like that?” Penny asks at dinner. “I'm not grinning,” I say.

“Yes, you are,” she frowns. “You have been all day.” I move my lips and realize that, yes, I have been grinning. Huh. I bite it back.

“I don't – It's not like it's a date. It's not like that.” “You have a date? With whom?” “Not a date. With Baz.” “What? You have a non-date with Baz? How did that happen?” “It didn't happen. Nothing happened. Except... he said yes.” I can feel the grin again. Dammit.

“Simon, you're going to have to be a little more clear. I'm not a mind-reader. Yet.”

“Oh, sorry.”

I wonder if Baz is going to wear a new suit. And what colour it's going to be. I think gray suits him best. It would match his eyes.

“Simon?” He has worn a gray suit in fifth year. A blue one last year. Obviously, he can make anything work. He's infuriatingly perfect. Must be a vampire thing.

“Simon.”

“What?” “You were telling me how you and Baz are going to get married.” “W-what?! No. I didn't – Why would you say that? It's not like – No. It's not a date. Friends can go to prom together, right?”

I'm blushing again.

“Sure,” Penny muses. “But the don't usually make this much of a fuzz about it. What's going on, Simon?” I sigh.

“I might have... noticed some... urges. Now that we're friends with Baz.” “Urges?” “Not – not like that. I just... he's just... he's really, really pretty, you know what I mean?” “Aha,” she says and looks at me like she knows something I don't, and it infuriates me.

“I just want to hold his hand. That's all.” “I get it. I... I guess this makes sense.”

“So... We're going to prom together. I asked him. He said yes. It was awesome.”

“I'm sorry, Simon, but this sounds a lot like you -” “No. Don't say it. Please.” “I think you've got it bad for him.” “No! No. I don't have anything.” Just a little crush, at most.

She looks at me sceptically. “Sure. Whatever you say.” I look at her, distraught, and I must look somewhat lost, because she takes pity on me.

“So, there's this new spell that I've discovered...” And I can breathe again.

Baz wears a suit that matches his eyes. He looks great.

“You look great,” I tell him, because I've got no filter.

“You're not so bad yourself,” he skims my outfit, “Snow.”

I smile, hopefully not too nervously, and look towards the dance floor. I don't know how to ask. There are a few couples swaying, but not really dancing. The song is slow. Probably not the best one to dance to with a friend. I should wait.

“So, may I have this dance?” Baz asks, and smirks cheekily, and my knees go weak. “I've never been good at dancing,” I say, which startles him. “Oh. I mean – You don't have to. Forget I asked,” he says dismissively, but he looks away and I'm afraid he misunderstood. “No, no, I want to dance. I'm just no good at it.” “Ah, that we can fix. As it happens, I am an excellent teacher.” “Are you now?” “You're not thinking about that one time I helped you studying last month, are you?” “I have no doubt that you are good at explaining, but -” “Yeah, yeah, I promise to be patient this time, alright?” “Alright.” He takes my hand. It's cold. But I can feel something tingling in my chest – a weirdly giddy feeling.

“Just put your hand on my arm,” he whispers then. “Don't worry about it. I'll lead.” His voice is so close to my ear. My heart beat speeds up. He puts a hand on my back. “You're gonna have to come a little closer,” he mutters, his gaze low. What is he looking at? Is he looking at me lips? I stumble forward and almost crash into his chest.

“And now?” “Now you just – step to the side. Like this.” He guides me. And he's weirdly calm and nice. I'm afraid he can hear how my heart is about to leap in my throat – especially considering how close we are, and how he's a vampire.

“Crowley, Snow, did Wellbelove never even teach you how to waltz?” “You're the only weirdo who would waltz at a party. The dances we did are a lot less... posh. We would, like, dance Cha Cha and stuff like that.” “So, you know how to dance Cha Cha?” “Uh... no...” “Thought so.” He's smirking again. Another song came on and it had a faster beat.

“What now?” “Now, you take my other hand.” I'm holding both of his hands. Crowley. “Then, you do take step forward, like this... and then...” Suddenly, Baz whirls me around and I let out a yelp. I hold onto his hands and we spin quickly. A few other students have to make room for us, but Baz just laughs, and I join him.

“Wow, Snow,” he says, “look what a great dancer you can be.” “So what do you call this dance?” My head is getting dizzy, but I don't want to stop. I just want to keep spinning and let the world fall out of it's angles.

“I call it 'Killer tornado',” he smirks. “That's horrib- aaah,” I yell, when he suddenly spins me the other way round and knocks a guy in tux out of the way. We both break out laughing and I let go off his hand, stumble away from him. Panting, we lean side to side against the wall.

“Do you -” I gasp for breath, “- invite all your dates to high school homicide missions?”

His eyes go wide. “This is a date?” “What? No. Of course not. We're friends.” He looks at me doubtful, but then he looks resigned.

“I thought so...” “What, I mean, did you – did you want it to be a date?” He remains silent. “Baz?” He gulps. “Baz, did you want it to be a date?” “I... Yes.”

“Oh.” “It doesn't matter. I was just... being stupid.” “Stupid?” I almost laugh. “You're being stupid right now.”

“What do you mean?” “I mean that I'm painfully obvious. Do you see this grin? Tried all day to get it out of my face, but I just can't.” “Why not?” “You said yes,” I say in a small voice.

“Oh,” he says, and he looks like he understands. “Really?” He moves closer again, and he puts a hand on my cheek.

“I wonder what you're going to do if I kiss you, then.” He lowers his head and I glance at his lips.

“I might leap for joy...” I whisper, “or start walking on air.” He leans down and whispers just against my lips: “I can't wait to find out.”

When he kisses me, I don't leap for joy or start walking on air. I'm too busy burying my fingers in his hair, holding his hand - and kissing him back.

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