#and they put them next to each other in the dressing room 😂

[smittyscurls]

“Kind of getting sick of him”

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[justkending]

Mr. & Mrs. Hunt (Chapter 5/7)

Mini-Series Summary: Two of the most stubborn people in the group partnered together for an undercover mission are also the two people with the most hatred for each other, so what could go wrong? Or is it, what COULDN’T go wrong?…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader (Enemies to Lovers) (Fake Marriage Trope)

A/N: I think we are staying on track for this to wrap up within two more chapters, but again, we are both in the dark if that's the case😂 Thank you guys for the love! If you are wanting to be tagged, please send me an ask. It's a lot easier for me to keep track of who's been added and who hasn't :)

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Y/N’s POV:

Okay, so maybe I blew up a little more than necessary, but I tried to chill out before he started chasing me, ordering that I didn’t walk away and talk to him. Let a girl try to get a hold of her emotions for a second big guy.

I’ve been anxious all day, waiting to talk to him about some deep seeded trauma, and then he comes and screws up all of it with a simple exception to an invitation. I know he didn’t mean harm by it, but he’s a trained professional. That was not a trained professional response. Plus, stepping out of my normal routine of being a bitch to him to keep him at a distance wasn’t just a switch I could flip.

Again, I could have handled that better, but now my brain is in mission mode, trying to reprogram what this night has set up for us. Considering the invitation was for tonight, it gave me little to no time to prepare.

“What time did she say dinner was?” I shouted from my bedroom, where I was going through our small, hidden arsenal of gadgets Tony had made for us.

“Six,” Bucky replied from his room down the hall.

Great, that was forty-five minutes from now… “Ok, I can do this.” Deciding it was best to keep some bugs on hand in case we could plant them in the house, and we would be planting them, I needed to consider sizes and placements.

“Should we bring over some wine or something?” Bucky’s voice was now in the doorway to my room, but I kept my back to him as I sifted through our tools.

“I made a pie earlier today. We can take that,” I answered absentmindedly.

“Why’d you make a pie?”

“Felt like it,” I shrugged and walked out of the closet with three small wires/ bugs in hand. When I looked up, I saw he had changed into a nicer button-up and was tightening a tie around his collar he hadn't been wearing earlier. “Why are you wearing a tie?” I examined him.

“Same reason you’re wearing a nicer dress. I want to make a good impression,” he shrugged, straightening pieces of his outfit.

“I’m wearing this because we were going to our ‘anniversary dinner,’” I made sure to put the lie in hand quotes. “I had a story that went with it, but this can pass as casual, too,” I motioned to my dress and moved toward him, placing the wires on the bed. “This looks like you’re about to give a sales pitch.”

Without thinking, I pop his collar up and loosen the tie to get rid of it. The whole time I’m focusing on untying it, I ramble about what the plan is for the night.

“I’m going to give you a wire to put wherever you see fit, and I’ll do the other two. I’ll excuse myself to use the bathroom and sneak it where it’s needed. I feel it’s important we look for cameras already in the house in case it’s a setup. We don’t need them having hard proof that we bugged their place. We want to come off as simple yet good assets if we want them to bring us on board for their work,” I struggle with a certain spot on the tie he somehow fixed in an efficient way I’d never seen. “Jesus, were you a sailor in another life? Might as well have knotted it.”

He doesn’t respond, but I get it off in the next two seconds and look at him to see he had been studying me intently as I invaded his space. I see my slip-up, push the tie into his chest, and take a step back.

“Sorry.”

“No problem,” he answers rather calmly, and I look at his eyes, seeing patience there. Always that damn patience. How did he still have it with me even with how I’ve treated him? “Listen-”

“About last night,” I say at the same time, and he seems shocked but gives a single nod to tell me to continue. “I want to say I’m sorry for being all over the place recently. From last night to thirty minutes ago.”

He seems frozen by my apology, and I became anxious enough that I start to word vomit.

“I took some time to think after last night and spent the day stressing, thinking how I was going to talk to you about it because I do want to. I want to get what I can out on the table if you’d be ok with that,” I look up through my lashes, and I see the most subtle turn of his lip as he watches me attentively.

“Are you hinting that there’s a chance I’ll get to see the side of you others are lucky enough to see?” he retorts, grin growing and taking a step closer to me.

His use of the word ‘lucky’ shortcircuits my brain, and all I can do is nod once, slowly, as my answer. He takes another step, and I match it with one back. I feel more vulnrable than I was expecting to.

“You can understand now why having our plans for the night changed made me slightly temperamental.”

“I think slightly may be an understatement.”

“I think you still should choose your words carefully,” I say, tightening my smile. However, it doesn’t shut him down like normal. Instead, he laughs under his breath, and the doorbell rings.

Both of our heads shoot toward the noise, and solemnity takes over the room.

“You don’t think that’s,” Bucky pauses as he turns back to me.

“How often am I wrong?” I take a deep breath in and smooth my dress out as I walk over, pausing beside him. “Hide the wires. I already did a sweep of the house while you were getting ready to make sure we didn’t have anything out of place. I’ll tell them you’re getting ready.”

I don’t need to open the door to know who it is, but when I do, the urge to yell, “I told you so!” in Bucky’s face is strong.

“Bethanne!” I smile kindly and immediately notice the dish in her hand. Reggie is behind her, holding two others, looking like he just got off work and had been dragged over here. “Did Beau tell me wrong? Are we not eating at y’all’s house tonight?”

She scrunches her face in a practiced motion and lifts the ceramic bowl up as she explains.

“I hate to ask this of you, but our oven is still the old rickety one. The new one had some faulty design, and we had to ship it back. Needless to say, it decided to give out on us today of all days,” she raised her shoulders. “I know we sprung the dinner on you suddenly, but would you two be willing to host if we provide the food?”

Not on the money of what I guessed, but pretty fucking close to the money if you ask me.

“Who is it, Doll?” Bucky’s voice carries from the hallway he’s now emerging from. The first three buttons on his dress shirt are undone, and he’s messing with the cuffs on the sleeves. “Hey, Bauers,” he smiles yet still holds shock in his features by the neighbor's appearance. “Did we get the time wrong?” he asks, looking at his watch before coming to my side, where I've now moved and am letting themselves in.

“No, no, no,” Bethanne shakes her head and hands off one of the pots to me as she takes one from Reggie, who looks more bothered to be here than happy. Long day human trafficking, asshole? “We had some appliance issues thanks to some of the renovations we were doing. I was just asking your wife if we can use your house as tonight's setting and possibly use your oven while here.”

Without hesitance, Bucky takes the dish from my hands and the dish Bethanne had swapped for and nods for Reggie to follow him.

“No problem at all. Let me help you ladies with that. Char," A nickname he had never used for my character before, but it seemed to work fluently. "Would you like to get some wine for the two of you while I get this organized in the kitchen?” he asks me, placing a kiss on the side of my head while his hands are full as he walks towards the other room.

I don’t know how he’s learned to play his role so well, but it’s convincing, even to me.

“Uh, yeah,” I almost stutter in my response as I motion for Bethanne to follow me to the wine cooler out in the garage. “Red or white with tonight's dish?”

"Do you have any more husbands like that in the back I can steal? What a gentleman," she coos, shoulder-bumping me.

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Half an hour of baking the food and getting it plated, and our conversation continued with questions mostly strictly about us, which would have been fine if not for the reason behind such invasive intentions.

They started off simple. How’d you guys meet? Who made the first move? What did we love about the town so far? What kind of hobbies and adventures did we take on before moving here? All questions we had prepared for, and if not, could easily improvise.

So far. No slip-ups. If anything, we sold the scheme far better than I’d imagined we would even when they became more personal. And our discussion on being the ‘prude couple’ last night seemed to affect Bucky’s actions a lot more than I was expecting.

An obvious hand on my thigh under the table and an arm thrown over my seat in a slightly possessive manner seemed to catch the eye of Reggie, who mimicked some of the moves as if it were a competition.

In addition, Bucky kept making small compliments about how I looked and how smart I was when they asked about my job. Dropping little comments about things I did (not my character) that he loved and appreciated.

“She’s always doing things like that. I almost never have to worry about making coffee in the morning because she has it all set up just to hit a button and go.”

“You should ask Charlotte about that! She’s the reason our house looks like a home. I’m sure she could give some advice on the kitchen backsplash.”

“She may not know how to boil an egg correctly, but her baking skills are unmatched. I've put on a few pounds now that we have a nice kitchen to spend time in."

I did my best not to act shocked every time he dropped a compliment, but the fact he could have made shit up for my character and used those details as conversation pieces, yet he went the honest way (although more convincing, of course), shocked me.

“Speaking of baking skills,” Reggie nodded his head back to the kitchen counter behind us and smiled at me. “I spied a pie on the counter. Any chance we can have that to finish off this dinner?”

I was still staring at Bucky from his last form of appreciation when I blinked out of my distraction and returned to our neighbor.

“Oh, of course! I was just about to offer,” I smiled, standing up, and Bucky quickly stood next to me, pulling my chair out. “Thank you.” I smiled at him and placed a hand on his arm as I moved around to the counter.

“How sweet. Oh, Charlotte, would you mind telling me where the bathroom is?” Bethanne asked, standing and giving her husband a look for not showing the same chivalry as Bucky.

I watched her, knowing that I would have used the same excuse to do what we planned to at their house. But I was two steps ahead of her.

“Of course! Beau, do me a favor and get some plates out for dessert. I’m going to show Beth-”

“Oh, I’m sure I can find it,” she waved off, coming around the table and moving to the hall promptly.

Yeah… Not without a chauffeur, honey.

“No problem,” I waved off, moving with her casually. “I need to grab some floss from my bathroom before dessert. I’ll show you to it.”

I can see the most subtle glaze of annoyance at my insistence, but she smiles and walks a step ahead of me.

I show her to the bathroom and make it seem I’m going into the master down the hall while she’s in there. And I do, but I keep an eye to make sure she isn’t snooping in any other room besides the one. We’ll have to survey it after they leave, but better that and the dining room than the whole house.

Once we’re back with the boys, no wandering to be done, Bucky helps me plate a slice of chocolate pie for each of us, and I offer to move the conversation to the porch. Any kind of redirection from the comfort of the inside of our home is welcome.

“I love how you’ve decorated your porch. It’s so cozy,” Bethanne notices, pointing out the colorful decorative pillows, hanging swing the size of a daybed, and loads of plants and decor that make the space more intimate. She and Reggie are sat on the two rocking chairs facing the front yard, and Bucky and I are sat close together on the swing, where he’s controlling the tempo we sway in.

“I always wanted a spot outside to escape. We didn’t really have that at our last home, and it was important for me to have this time around,” I replied.

My answer is actually very true. I loved being outside, especially when it was something as simple as sitting in the backyard or swinging on a porch. I had one requirement about this mission, one I’m not even sure Bucky knew about. But I asked Tony to supply a nice budget for the porch.

Call it cheesy, but growing up in such an unnatural and dehumanizing way, you crave a small part of that normalcy you see on the movie screens. For some reason, a porch I could escape on but still be within the comfort of my own home was a dream. And because it was, I thought I’d make this situation a little more bearable by granting that small wish I always had.

“Well, I may have to start budgeting for a new kind of renovation,” she patted Reggie’s back, and he gave her a tight-lip smile. "What do you say, Reg? Do you think we can get a swing like that one?” She smiled over at us just as Bucky pulled me into his side, his arm going around my waist and his hand resting on my hip bone.

“I have a feeling we might as well have built a home from scratch by the time you’re happy with the renovations we’ve taken on,” Reggie answered with a nod before taking a swig from his beer. “Get that recipe for the pie from Charlotte, and I’ll consider buying you a new porch,” he winked my way and turned back to the front of our lawn.

I instantly found Bucky’s hand tightening, and his thumb started rubbing in an up-and-down pattern along my hip. When I turned to him slightly, his gaze stayed on Reggie.

Before finishing cleaning up for the night, we said goodbye to our guests, and just when we thought we hadn’t made any headway in our conversation about work (mind you, we had dropped hints and notices about it all night, but neither of the two seemed to take the bait), Reggie stopped on the last step to our porch and turned to Bucky.

“You mentioned working in transportation, and by the sounds of your new job up here, if you’re interested in a more innovative place, I may have some ins for you,” he shook Bucky’s hand. “I have some coworkers around the states that could use some employees like you on their route.”

“I may take you up on that offer. It all depends on how this week rolls out,” Bucky answered perfectly. The Bauers said their goodbyes, and we watched them walk home before turning to each other.

In a silent celebration, we grinned at the invitation and then sent wordless glances to tread carefully when we got in before scoping the place for bugs…

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Bucky’s POV:

I’m not surprised that the blonde sole cycle instructor of a neighbor was able to get a wire in our bathroom, but neither Y/N nor I were in the mood to remove it right away and give away our knowledge of it, so we each grabbed another drink for the night and debriefed subtly on the porch where the only bugs we had to mind were the crickets chirping their music for the night.

Bethanne was right. Our porch was nicely done, and I hadn’t even noticed Y/N had hung lights out here until she plugged them in.

“I feel like this spot is more put together than the rest of the house.” I noticed the details when we were out here earlier. Now, we both have taken up spots in the rocking chairs our neighbors had vacated.

“I may have focused more of my attention on this spot than the others,” she smiled as she brought a tumbler glass up to her lips. She had drank wine while Bethanne was here, but as soon as they were gone, the whiskey I had made a glass for myself was stolen out of my hand before I could take a sip. Now, we had each of our own.

“Was what you said about the porch a real thing? I mean, we have balconies at the compound,” I looked at her as I sat my drink on the small table between us.

“Balconies and porches aren’t the same. At least in my head, they aren’t,” she nodded, taking a deep sigh and resting her glass in her lap. “Did you mean what you said when you were complimenting me all night?” She lulled her head to the side to look at me.

I had been making compliments. It felt easier to use the ones I had picked up on than the ones I made up. Yet again, I think anyone should get the recognition they deserve when they excel in something. Y/N just tended to excel in more than I think she was aware of. And I was learning she didn’t seem to be used to people taking note of those things.

“Why lie?” I shrugged, starting to rock in a steady pattern.

“Because that’s this whole gig. A lie,” she answered, taking another pull of the hard liquor.

I considered her perspective and shook my head, looking out to the lights on the other side of the street. “I guess it gets tiring at points. Don’t really feel like doing it if the truth can be just as usable.”

She didn’t answer for quite a few seconds, and when I turned back to her, she was staring at me like she was waiting for another shoe to drop.

“How are you so patient? Seriously, is it a drug Tony made you before you had to deal with me on this mission? I don’t get it,” she laughs, but I can hear the genuine confusion in it as she sits forward and turns her body to me.

Honesty. I’m in a mood to be 100% honest.

“Want me to be real with you?” I asked, turning my own body.

“It’d be preferred,” she nods and rests both her arms on the armrest.

“I don’t know anything about your past, but I know most people have a reason for acting the way they do. It took years and a ton of patience before I felt like I was even close to who I used to be. I still struggle to come to terms with the fact I’ll never be who I was before the train incident,” I sigh and rest my head back against the chair as I look at her. “I guess I have understanding more than patience. I understand that you have a history of your own that I don’t know, and I can’t blame you for a lot of the things you do.”

“But you should. I’m an asshole to you,” she says, and the admission is kinda nice to hear, even if it is sad.

“Yeah, and I was hoping you’d be willing to share why that is,” I reply calmly.

She tenses some and sits back in her chair, pulling her legs under her to sit crisscrossed, the chair rocking with her movement and her dress overflowing past her knees.

“I guess now is as good a time as ever…” She looked at me sidelong before finding comfort in the view in front of her instead. “I didn’t really have a chance to develop a personality of my own because of my time in this lifestyle,” she motions around her, “started as soon as I could walk. So I had no identity to fall back on since I had to find it after I escaped.”

I had questions, but I found it best just to listen. Clearly, what she was talking about wasn’t something she brought up lightly, and being an ear to listen was what she needed right now.

“I was left behind by whichever no-good parent gave me up, and Adonis Hummel took me as his own and decided he’d try to recreate the famous assassin, The Winter Solider, from birth practically.”

The name drop came quickly and struck home. I didn’t know her whole story, but I had enough imagination and experience to believe where she was going.

“Wait, Hummel?” I started because the name sounded familiar, but…

“He was a low-level scientist who worked for Hydra when they were still using you under Pierce. He thought he had the brains and resources to create his own version of you. A version that would be more undetectable as a woman and a version he could tweak however he wanted,” she rolled her shoulders. “Lucky for him, I didn’t have to be brainwashed since I knew nothing besides the life of abuse, experimentation, and a shit ton of conditioning... " 

"To clarify, I say that for context, not sympathy,” she straightened, and I could see her shifting back to her unbothered disposition, but the truth was shining through the cracks. She may not have wanted sympathy, but something about the vulnerability seemed to lighten the load on her shoulders.

“As for why I may have built a wall around you, an unhealthy and senile wall, I felt as though…” She gulped as if the next part was harder for her to say than the abuse of her past. “I felt as though you had been my competition my whole life, and a part of me, a young and in-need-of-therapy part of me, thought it was best to keep you as far away as possible and hold onto that anger instead of work through it. It felt easier than facing the fear that I didn’t actually equate to you in any way. So that’s another reason why I felt everything with you was to prove a point.” She lets out a short breath after using all the air in her lungs in one swift swoop.

I-

It’s a lot to take in…

She doesn’t move her head back towards me after her confession, and I can’t seem to break my stare from her.

“This is where you say something like, ‘Well, it’s your lucky day. I’m actually an asshole either way, so we can go on hating each other for completely understandable reasons!’ or I don’t know? Anything but silence would be preferred, though…”

Her hand is gripping the arm rest unconsciously like an anchor keeping her on earth.

On instinct, I reach across and pull her hand into mine, keeping my stare heavy, enticing her to look at me.

She closes her eyes at first and takes another short breath before turning.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel unworthy of being on the team.” I feel like I personally am the reason for her suffering, even if I had no correlation with her before I joined the team. "You are more than an asset to the team and are your own kind of weapon. It's incomparable."

“Ugh,” she sniffles and rubs an eye with the heel of her free hand as if to disguise a possible tear as allergies. “This would be so much easier if you were a piece of shit misogynistic asshole, but you're part of the few good ones out there. Steve, Sam, and Clint included, not Tony,” she noted.

I smiled, thinking about how I’d make a team like that even if she had me believe otherwise for so long.

“What I’m trying to get at, B, is you’re not the one I should be blaming for my past. You’re just as much a victim as I am, but I took the easy way out of making it more manageable for me, and I only made it harder for us both in the end. And for that,” she turned and stared into my eyes fully, the hand she held squeezing my own. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve an ounce of the kind of cruelness I tried to bury you in. You are the opposite of what they tried to make you, and you’re genuine in proving that to anyone who meets you. I've been envious of the strength you have, and I can say confidently that I deeply regret ever blaming you for that.”

I once again have to process yet another collection of words I’d never thought I hear. From her. Ever. A part of me believed this was a dream, but the part that Y/N had a grip on was practically pinching me into reality.

Without hesitating, I stood up, pulled her arm up with me, and yanked her into my body in a crushing hug.

She froze at first… The motion was quick and surprising, but slowly, she unhooked our hands, brought both of hers tightly around my waist, and laid into me. I rested my head on top of hers and pulled her shoulders in with my arms, wrapping both of my own tightly around her.

I wasn’t going to let go until she did, and by the looks of it… She wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

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Welcome to Burlesque

Summary: Y/N is a burlesque dancer who works at Taz’s club. She and his son Hook start developing feelings for each other as they navigate the complicated world of organized crime.

Warnings: mob au, guns, blood, injuries, fighting, cussing, violence, angst, fluff, Jack being a little traitor, club environment, burlesque club, creepy man not taking a hint, drinking

A/N: should I have been writing a speech for college today? Yes. Did I? No. I wrote this💀😂 this burlesque idea is a little thing I came up with while listening to the burlesque movie’s soundtrack😂 and I thought it would be something fun to combine with a mob au. There will be a part 2 to this, and I hope you all enjoy!!!!! 🤍And thank you as always to @99hook for helping me brainstorm and come up with different little ideas for this fic💛💛✨

Working at Taz's burlesque club was a dream come true to Y/N.

Was it a little bit shady? Yes.

Was she aware of the business the Senerchia family was in? It wasn't very hard to figure out being in the club as often as she was.

But did she care? She probably should have a lot more than she did. But she couldn't bring herself to.

Taz was undoubtedly one of the kindest men she'd ever met; at least to her anyway.

Maybe not to everyone else, but being one of the club’s most popular dancers had its perks.

The two ended up spending a lot of time together, as she performed almost every night. And Taz preferred conducting his business at the burlesque club to anywhere else.

He knew it was safe, and there were back rooms disguised as extra dressing rooms he used when business had to get a little messy.

Y/N knew it wasn't the most conventional dream to have, but she had wanted to be a burlesque dancer for years.

When Taz bought the business from the previous owner, Y/N watched as many of her coworkers left when they realized who their new owner really was.

She knew she probably should have gone with them, but she just wasn't willing to give up on her job.

She loved the club so much; she couldn't imagine working anywhere else.

And it may have also had a tiny bit to do with Taz's handsome son.

Y/N and Hook both remembered the first night they met vividly, and they knew they wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.

Hook was sitting in a private booth in the corner next to his dad at the burlesque club.

Taz had bought it a few months ago, but he hadn't bothered to come by until tonight.

His dad was dealing with a customer who had put his hands on one of the dancers here, and wanted his men there to help him 'take care' of the problem.

Say what you wanted about Taz, but he and his people did not take that lightly.

The man showed up every Friday night, so they watched the performance while waiting for him to show his face.

Hook was itching for him to show up, ready to beat the disrespect out of the man's body.

But his mind was pulled away from the soon-to-come beat down when a song he vaguely recognized started playing.

It was an older song, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the name.

But when the curtains reopen, Taz laughs when he sees his son's eyes widen and he inhales sharply.

"That's Y/N" Taz informs with a smirk. "She's the most popular dancer here"

"She.. she's gorgeous" Hook mumbles.

Taz laughs and claps Hook on the shoulder. "Don't go getting too distracted, we have business to take care of tonight"

Hook clears his throat and nods, but his eyes quickly trail back to the woman on the stage.

His eyes scanned up and down her body as she sensuously moved across the stage, and her melodic voice floated around the room.

He was so enthralled by her that he didn't even notice when his father's men started shifting around the room.

It wasn't until Taz nudged his side that he snapped out of the trance Y/N had lulled him into.

Later that night, Y/N was sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand.

Her eyes stayed on the stage, watching her friends perform with a smile across her red lips.

"I recognized the first song you sang"

She spins around in her seat, and smiles at the handsome man who had spoken to her. "Yeah? Did you like it?"

"Mhm" he nods, and slides into the empty seat next to her. "But I can't remember the name of it"

"A guy what takes his time. Originally sung by Mae West" Y/N informs.

"You a big fan of her?" Hook asks.

"Very much so" Y/N replies with a grin. "She's such an icon"

"I have to admit, I'm unsure of who she is" Hook says with a sheepish grin.

"She's only one of the most famous sex symbols ever" Y/N says with a giggle. "She even was the first to say the quote 'Why don't you come up sometime and see me?' Rather scandalous for 1933"

"Extremely" Hook concurs with a chuckle, before sticking his hand out. "I'm Hook, but you can call me Tyler"

Y/N was caught off guard by that. Of course she knew who Hook was, but she had heard how he didn't let many people call him Tyler. She even heard a few stories of him beating people up who disrespected him by calling him his real name.

But weirdly, it caused butterflies in her stomach. She placed her hand into his and sent him a sweet smile. "I'm Y/N"

"It's a pleasure to meet you amore" He lifts her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, and that combined with the Italian nickname had a bright blush flushing Y/N's cheeks.

"So" Y/N clears her throat before her face changes to a serious expression. "Is the problem taken care of?"

"What are you talking about?" Hook plays dumb, and if she wasn't already in the know she probably would have fallen for his charming smile.

"You know what I'm talking about" Y/N stares directly into his eyes, annoyance creeping into her gaze. "He comes here every Friday, and all the girls are scared. Taz told me it would be taken care of tonight. Was it not?"

Hook stares at her for a second, unsure of what to say. He couldn't believe she knew. Furthermore, he couldn't believe his dad was the one to tell her. And even further, why did she seem so fine with it?

Taz, who had been behind the bar checking inventory and eavesdropping on the two, decides to walk over and help his seemingly frozen son. "Good evening miele"

Y/N smiles at Taz, and leans over the bar to kiss his cheek. "Hello Taz. I was just asking Hook if the problem was dealt with, but for some reason he seems to be unable to answer me"

Taz chuckles. "Don't worry about him, he's not used to talking to such a vision. He was dealt with earlier tonight, during your performance actually"

Y/N chuckles. "Good"

"It's getting late, and you spend enough time in this club as is. Tyler, why don't you take Y/N home?" Taz proposes.

"No, that's okay. I don't want to impose" Y/N immediately replies.

"I don't mind at all" Hook finally speaks up. "I'd love to give you a ride"

"Then it's settled. Because there's no way I'm letting you walk home this late" Taz says sternly.

Y/N just smiles. "How'd you know I was walking today?"

"It's my job to be observant Y/N. And I heard you complaining about your car not starting" Taz answers. "So until that's fixed, you are getting a ride from someone. It's not safe to walk around here"

"Alright, just give me a few minutes to get my stuff" Y/N gives in. She stands from her seat and smiles up at Hook.

"Thanks Hoo.. Tyler" she corrects herself, and gives his arm a light squeeze as she walks by him.

Taz smirks over at his son, who is looking down at the bar in an attempt to hide his red cheeks. "Tyler? You just met her and she's already allowed to call you Tyler?"

Hook doesn't answer, which causes Taz to laugh.

"You know, she's a good girl. I think you would be good together" Taz says. 

"Really?" Hook asks softly, looking up at his dad.

"Mhm" Taz hums. "But she's not like those other girls you go out with. You can't flash her a smile and she immediately agrees to go out with you. You're gonna have to put some work in. And it better be good, or I won't let you"

Hook chuckles. "You're not gonna let me?"

"No" Taz immediately answers firmly.

Then Y/N walks out with her bag. "I'm ready to go"

Taz walks out from behind the bar and gives her a hug. "Have a good night Y/N"

"You too Taz" she smiles as they pull away.

Hook walks over and takes her bag from her.

"Thanks" she says, and Hook just nods before placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her out of the building.

That next morning Y/N woke up to a surprise.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows, and stops making her coffee when she hears noise coming from her driveway.

She quickly grabs a jacket before walking outside to see what was going on.

But a smile spreads across her lips when she sees Hook in her driveway messing with her car. "Good morning handsome"

He looks up and flashes her a sheepish smile with red cheeks from her compliment. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I was already up" She answers. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing your car" he says with a proud grin. "I already figured out what's wrong with it. The battery's dead"

"Is that bad?" Y/N asks, not knowing much about cars.

Hook shakes his head. "It's an easy fix. I'm gonna jump-start it and it should be good as new"

"Well, thank you so much" Y/N smiles. "You didn't have to do all this, but I really appreciate it"

"It's not a problem" Hook brushes it off. "I'm glad to help"

"Come inside when you're done. I’ll make breakfast"

And she did. The two talked and laughed the entire time.

It started becoming a routine for them to have breakfast together.

At first, Hook left after breakfast. But then he started staying a little later. Then he started staying for lunch too. And by the time he stayed for lunch, he may as well have stayed long enough to drive her to the club for her shift, right?

Taz couldn't be more excited watching the two of them walk in together every night, including tonight.

As usual, they walked in right at 5:00, making the most of every minute.

"One of these days you're gonna get here at 5:01, and you're gonna be the one in trouble Tyler" Taz jokes, making the two laugh.

"Don't worry Taz, I'll make sure I'm always here on time. I can't let my favorite Senerchia down" she laughs, and walks over to pat his arm.

Hook pouts, but his lips turn up when she pecks his cheek as she passes him on the way to the dressing rooms.

"How's it going son?" Taz asks once Y/N’s out of sight.

"I think it's going good" Hook answers. "I can tell she's hesitant though"

Taz nods. "Just be patient. She's used to men playing her, just keep showing her you aren't like that"

Later that night Hook was sitting in a booth with his best friend, Jack Perry.

He was standing up and applauding as Y/N left the stage, but not before blowing a kiss towards him.

He pretends to catch it before sitting back down next to a snickering Jack. "What?"

"Nothing" Jack raises his hands in surrender. "I can just tell that you really like her"

"Yeah" Hook mumbles. "But I don't know if she likes me like that"

"You told me you spend time together everyday" Jack replies.

"We do" Hook shrugs. "But whenever I try to kiss her or hold her hand, she always pulls away"

"She's probably just nervous bro" Jack pats Hook's shoulder. "I mean, with her job, she's probably had to deal with a lot of scumbags"

Hook nods. "I know. My dad said the same thing"

But before either of them can say anything else Skye, one of the other dancers, walks over to the table. "Hey Hook. I'm sorry to bother you, but there’s this guy at the bar messing with Y/N. He won't leave her alone, and she said she could handle it, but he's not stopping"

Hook immediately stands up, and scans the bar.

He spots Y/N almost immediately, and the guy next to her who is way too close for his liking.

"Thanks" he says gruffly to Skye before taking off towards Y/N, Jack following close behind.

Hook walks over, and places himself in the space between them. "Hey amore"

He can see the relief on her face as he gently pushes her to stand behind him. "Hi Ty"

She holds onto his arm as Hook stares the guy down.

"Excuse me, we were talking" the guy rudely says, clearly not knowing who he was dealing with.

"It's best if you'd leave man" Jack says from his place next to Hook in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

Y/N knew that if looks could kill, that man would already be six feet under from the glare Hook was sending him. So she pulls on his arm, indicating she wants to leave. And he almost does, until the guy opens his mouth again.

"I just said we were talking" The guy repeats.

"You were talking" Hook snaps, pulling away from Y/N to step closer to him. "She wasn't"

"Oh yeah?" The guy stands up, making both Jack and Hook tense up, clearly ready for a fight.

"You got a fucking problem?" Hook demands.

"Ty, Ty let's just go" Y/N says, grabbing onto his arm again. "Please?"

"Yeah, just go" the guy taunts, and Y/N's eyes widen when he pushes Hook.

Chaos happens so quickly after that. Hook immediately pushes him back, and then his fist connects with the guy's jaw.

Jack joins in, and holds the guy still while Hook rains punches down on him.

"Tyler! Tyler stop!" Y/N yells as the bouncers run over and pull the three men apart.

Y/N latches onto Hook's arm as the bouncers drag the guy out.

"Are you two okay?!" She exclaims, quickly scanning them for injuries.

"I'm all good" Jack says. "I'm gonna head out, that was enough excitement for me for one night"

But as Hook wrapped his arms around Y/N to comfort her, he didn't realize what was going through Jack's head. Unbeknownst to Hook, he had just revealed to Jack his weak point.

Y/N headed to work later than normal a few days later. She wasn't supposed to work that day, but Skye was sick and Y/N offered to take her shift.

Hook had some business his father needed him to deal with, so he wasn't there to drive her.

Y/N was headed into the club when it happened.

All of a sudden she was grabbed from behind. She kicked and screamed as loud as she could as the men attempted to drag her into the trunk of their car.

She managed to scratch the hand of the one holding her mouth, causing him to let out a pained yell and loosen his grip.

And with her mouth free she screamed for help; she screamed for Hook.

Anthony, who was one of Hook's friends and Taz's men, heard a scream from his place at the door and ran outside.

Once the men saw Anthony running towards them with his gun out, they dropped Y/N and scrambled to get back in the car.

Y/N let out a yell when she fell onto the pavement and hit her head.

She was in a daze as she just laid there on the ground, watching as the car sped off and blood landed on the ground, dripping from her head.

Anthony kneeled next to her and pulled her into his arms. "Y/N? Hey, you're okay now. I got you"

She curled into his chest as he pulled his phone out and called Taz.

Less than ten seconds later every one of Taz's men in the club came running out with instructions to find the people who did this.

Then Taz himself ran over and kneeled next to them. "Hey hon"

"Hi Taz" she mumbles, sending him a weak smile in an attempt to assure him that she was okay.

He smiled back and brushed some hair out of her face. "You're gonna be just fine miele"

Anthony picks her up and carries her to Taz's car. He lays her down in the backseat before sliding in next to her.

Y/N was still a bit in and out as Anthony pressed a cloth against her bleeding head, but she heard Taz call Hook.

"Son, something's happened at the club"

"What do you mean? Are you and Y/N okay?" Hook asks urgently.

"Yes, we're all alright. But Y/N was hurt, son"

It was silent for a moment, but Y/N heard when Hook's breathing started getting heavier. "What happened?"

Y/N knew that tone. It was calm, too calm. She knew that he was furious, and it worried her that he would go out and try to find the people.

"I want you to come to the house before I tell you all the details"

"Why?!" Hook immediately snaps.

"Because I know you son" Taz replies firmly. "And the minute I give you any details you're going to go out and try to do something"

"Of course I am! Someone hurt Y/N! I am gonna hunt them dow-“

"I am not telling you a damn thing until you're at the house and that's final. Y/N will be there" Taz says with finality before hanging up the phone.

When Taz pulled into the driveway, Y/N was surprised. "You brought me to your house? I thought only the inside circle knows where you live"

But Taz just turns to smile at her. "That's right"

Y/N smiles after that, before sitting up with Anthony's help.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Y/N" Anthony says.

She just nods, and lets him pick her back up and carry her inside.

"Lay her down in the living room, I've got the doctor coming over" Taz tells Anthony, who nods and does as told.

Y/N thanks Anthony after he sits her on the couch, and he smiles and nods in return.

She looks around the room, and her eyes stop on a picture perched on the mantle. It was Hook and his dad when Hook was little. A smile grew on her lips as she stared at the photo.

"I love that picture too" Taz says as he walks into the room with a cup of water.

She thanks him for it as he sits down next to her.

"He hasn't been that carefree in a long time. I suppose that's my fault. Dragging him into this life" Taz sighs.

"No, I don't think it's your fault. He's told me how much he wants to be a part of it. I don't think you could have done anything to stop him" Y/N replies with a sympathetic smile.

Taz nods. "Thanks, hon"

It's then the door swings open and hurried footsteps echo through the house. "Y/N?!"

Y/N winces at his loud yell, and Taz stands up to meet Hook in the doorway. "Hey, her head is still hurting. No yelling, and be gentle with her"

Hook frantically nods before running over to her.

He kneeled in front of her and cupped her face between his warm hands.

Y/N leaned into his palm and closed her eyes. "I'm okay. Don't worry"

"You're not okay" Hook breathes out. "You don't have to lie"

"I'm okay now" she insists. "You're here now. I know nothing can happen to me"

Hook's lips turn upwards slightly, before he reaches up to pull her into a hug. "I was so worried"

"Don't be. I'm tough" Y/N replies.

Hook pulls away to press his forehead against hers. "Yes you are. My strong girl"

The two smile at each other, and sit like that for a moment. Hook was so thankful to be able to sit there and listen to her breathing while holding tightly onto her hands, reassuring him that she was okay.

Then Taz walks in with the doctor.

Hook sat next to her as the doctor cleaned up her cuts, and held her hand the entire time.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway, Taz was talking to his right-hand man; Tony Schiavone.

"I wanna find the people who did this" Taz says in a dangerous tone. "I want them found and brought to me; alive. Understood?"

"Yes" Schiavone nods. "Out of curiosity, what do you plan to do to them?"

Taz just smirks. "I think I'll let Tyler decide that"

Y/N woke up the next morning with a very sore body.

Every time she moved pain shot through her, and she had a terrible headache.

She slowly pulled herself into a sitting position, and took a second to brace herself before sliding off of the bed.

She looked to the bedside table for her phone, and smiles when she sees more than just the phone. There was medicine, a cup of water, a little bag of her favorite chips, and one of Hook's hoodies folded up.

She reached over and slipped on the hoodie, taking a moment to savor the smell of Hook's cologne that now swirled around her, before taking the medicine. Then she got out from under the extremely cozy blankets and left the bedroom.

She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair before venturing out into the hallways.

She felt a little awkward making her way around the Senerchia house- well, more like mansion. She was a guest and didn't know her way around very well, but she was really hungry.

She let out a quiet cheer when she found the kitchen, and walked over to the fridge and pantry to see what they had. Y/N pulled out the ingredients to make pancakes, bacon, and eggs. She knew Hook would probably freak out over her cooking after just being injured, but she wanted to do something nice for them.

For absolutely no reason, the Senerchia's had taken her in and accepted her as family. Taz had done so long before she ever even met Hook.

Many people would be angry that they had been attacked because of the Senerchia family, but Y/N wasn't. She knew the lifestyle they lived, and she made a choice to be in their lives anyway. She just wished Hook realized that too. Y/N knew Hook would beat himself up about it for months to come.

As everything was cooking, Y/N was trying to figure out how their coffee machine worked. But she was stumped.

"Something smells amazing" she turns around and smiles when Taz walks into the kitchen.

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to do something nice for y'all" Y/N says.

"I appreciate it" Taz smiles back.

"I was trying to make you guys coffee too, but I can't figure out this machine" she laughs, making Taz laugh too.

"You've done more than enough this morning" Taz walks over to the pot and takes it from her hands. "Let me make the coffee at least"

"What a great team we make" Y/N grins, before heading back over to the stove.

"I assume you're feeling better this morning?" Taz asks.

"I don't feel great, but definitely better than last night" Y/N answers. "Got a splitting headache though"

"That'll clear up in a few days" Taz comforts.

Y/N nods. "Thank you for taking care of me last night"

"Hey, you're one of us now" Taz says. "You will be protected from here until forever"

Y/N couldn’t stop the bright smile that took over her face, until the next words that come from Taz. "Unless you decide you don't wanna be part of this life of course"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N immediately asks.

"I'm not gonna lie to you Y/N, most people don't make it long-term in this world. The danger, the not knowing if someone will make it back home, the threat of the cops, it's not an easy life to live. And I know Tyler hasn't asked you to officially be his girl yet, but I know he wants to. And when he does, I just want to make sure you know that you have options. This incident.. I can't guarantee it, or something worse, won't happen again. I wish I could but I can't. You know we're gonna do everything we can to make sure no one lays a pinky finger on you ever again, but.. if it all becomes too much for you, I need you to know that I can get you out. I can send you away, somewhere even Tyler won't know. You can get a fresh start away from all of this"

Y/N stares at Taz for a moment, letting his words settle, before she smiles softly. "Thank you so much Taz, but I won't be needing any of that. Ever. I'm here for the long haul as long as Tyler will have me"

Taz just smiles back, incredibly happy to have Y/N as a part of their family.

Now all he needed was for Hook to man up and confess his feelings to Y/N.

Taz knew he was scared; scared of the danger it would put Y/N in. But it seemed that the danger was already present. And seeing it first hand had shaken Hook. The original plan that night was for Hook to finally ask Y/N to be his girl. They told Y/N that Hook had something Taz needed him to do; when really he was out getting some gifts for her. He had dinner reservations at her favorite restaurant, and he was going to pick her up from the club early and take her out. But of course, the night did not end the way Hook had hoped.

Then Hook walks into the kitchen, and his eyes widen when he sees Y/N cooking. "Y/N! You don't need to be cooking, you need to be resting!"

Y/N just laughs as he puts his hands on her arms and guides her to sit down at the kitchen island. "I'm feeling okay Ty"

"No, you need to rest amore" Hook says, and leans down to kiss her on the forehead before taking her place at the stove.

Jack sighed from his seat at the burlesque club.

He watched as Y/N performed, the gears in his head turning rapidly.

His plan to kidnap her had failed, and he was actually kind of glad about it.

He had realized since that night a few things. And the biggest one was that Y/N is fiercely loyal to Hook and his family. Even after almost getting abducted she stuck by his side, perhaps closer than ever.

He realized if his plan had worked, she wouldn't have told him shit about Taz's operations.

Jack couldn't ask Hook; they were friends, but he'd realize what was up if Jack started poking around.

But anyone who was an enemy of the Senerchia may kidnap Hook's girl to try and get information to take them down.

But Y/N wouldn't crack, Jack was now sure of it.

So he decided on a new plan:

Psychological warfare.

He didn't need to take Y/N from Hook, he was gonna make her want to leave.

[cameronspecial]

Hii saw you’re taking requests so I thought about Rafe being in love with the reader that’s Topper’s younger sister. She goes to boarding school but she comes to Outerbanks during the summer. What nobody knows is that her and Rafe had an on/off thing between them that starts when she comes home and ends when she leaves but this time maybe they get caught at a party. You can add a little bit of spice and I need topper to be on full protective brother mode but to learn to accept it at the end but be something like “please don’t do that in front of me” when they start making out😂

Summer Secrets

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Thornton!Reader

Genre: Spicy and Fluffy?

Warnings: Spicy (Heavy makeout, grinding, topless reader) and Mentions of Reproductive Parts Using Graphic Words.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

The final summer before her final year of school is meant to be the best one. Y/N has finally returned back to the Outer Banks from her English boarding school. She is at the first party of the season, arriving with her brother, but is now occupying her time with her summer boyfriend. Rafe isn’t the type to let himself be tied down by a girl, but for some reason, every summer, he lets himself be consumed by her. He doesn’t sleep with any other girl whenever she is in town and every time she leaves, he finds it harder and harder to be with another person when she is gone. No one knows about their agreement. Right now, she is straddling his hips with her lips placed on his. Their lips gently move against each other and he slips his tongue into her mouth. 

She takes his hand into hers and brings it under her shirt to her breasts. He grins as he moves his hands to her bra clasp and unhooks her bra. His hands return to cup her boobs. She lets out a groan as he starts rolling her nipples between his fingers. She begins to grind her clothed pussy onto his cock and he slips her shirt over her head. He breaks the kiss, giving her one quick peck before kissing his way down her neck to her nipples. Her nipples find their way into his mouth and he starts swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she moves her hips harder against him. He moans at the sensation. Rafe is about to take off his own shirt when the door to the room is thrown open. “What the fuck!” Topper yells at the sight before him. 

Y/N screams and Rafe brings himself in front of her to protect her half-dressed state from her brother. Topper adverts his eyes as his sister puts her shirt back on. “Top, I can explain,” she cries out as she steps out from behind Rafe with a shirt on. Topper ignores her and looks at Rafe with angry eyes. “How can you do this? How could you take advantage of her? She is younger than you!” Topper accuses, worming himself between Rafe and Y/N. Rafe puts his hands up in his defence, “I am not taking advantage of her. She is very much a willing participant in this relationship and sober in our earlier activities. And she’s a year younger than us.” Y/N speaks up at the mention of a relationship. “I mean, technically, we are only a summer fling, Rafe. We’ve never been anything more.” 

Rafe looks at her with sad eyes, “Actually, I was hoping this summer could be different.” Topper shakes his head at the idea of his sister and Rafe being a couple. “No, no, no. My baby sister cannot date you! You are not good enough for her,” Top argues, giving Rafe a gentle shove away from Y/N. She wants to speak up but is shocked by what Rafe says next. “I know you have this image of me being a fuckboy, and well, that’s who I used to be. Y/N has changed me, though. All I ever think about when I am away from her is what she is doing. What she is feeling. If she is safe and happy. I love the way she dances a little whenever she is eating something she likes. I love the way she gets a little teary at a sad dog commercial. And the way she is always worried about everyone,” Rafe rants without realizing it. Topper can see the adoration held within Rafe’s eyes and soften at the look. 

He steps out of the way so that Rafe and Y/N can look at each other. “I guess if you feel that way, I’m okay with you guys being together,” Topper groans, looking between his sister and Rafe. He can tell Rafe is genuine about his feelings. Y/N looks at Rafe with a smile, “I totally want this summer to be different.” She runs into his arms and they start making out again. They almost forget that Topper is in the room until he reminds them of his presence. “Please don’t do that in front of me,” he begs. The pair break apart with a laugh. 

[willalove75]

Can we get a pt 2 to the fake dating, when they get back to Rebecca’s place?👀🥹🫶

Yes!!! So sorry this took so long to get to! I try and respond to each request in the order I get them, thanks so much for the request!!💕💕

Warnings: Minors DNI This entire thing is smut (and some fluff!) did I even really need to say it?😂

Part 1

Rebecca pulls up to her house and you both get out and make your way inside.

She puts her bag down and takes her jacket off, hanging it on the coatrack near the door. You're standing in the foyer of her home admiring her home, it's well decorated and beautiful. Rebecca takes your bag out of you hand and places it down, you feel her grab the collar of your coat from behind as she slides it down your shoulders. Goosebumps run down your arms as you feel a warm kiss on you neck, you close your eyes and softly hum in response.

After hanging your jacket next to hers, Rebecca grabs your hand and looks into your eyes. Her green eyes captivate you while you stare into them, she brings her hand to your face and leans in and kisses you. The world dissolves when her lips make contact with yours, her soft lips feel like heaven. The world fades back into existence when your lips part, Rebecca gently takes your hand after you both kick off your shoes and leads you through her house and up the stairs.

In her bedroom you see the big king size bed, a fireplace, windows that face the front of her house, a big beautiful closet that leads into the gorgeous master bathroom. Your attention is stolen from the room when you feel Rebecca's hands on your hips, she gently kisses your neck and pulls you backwards into her.

"What do you think?" She whispers into your ear as she kisses up and down your neck.

"It's beautiful, I can't believe this is your bedroom."

Chills run up your spine when you feel kisses across the top of your shoulder blades. Rebecca's soft fingers sliding along your shoulders, they hook into the straps on your dress and slowly pull them down. She continues to kiss across your shoulders while she pulls the straps lower and lower, until your dress is hanging down around your waist. She unclips your bra and you slide it off, tossing it aside. Rebecca's hands find your hips and slowly and gently slides them up your waist until they're cupping each of your breasts.

A moan escapes from your lips when she pinches both of your nipples and rolls them between her fingers, you lay your head back onto her chest when your eyes roll. Her hands release your breasts and you turn towards her, pulling her into a deep kiss.

Your hands find the zipper on the back of her dress and you pull it down as your tongue explores the inside of her mouth. Once the zipper is all the way down you reach up and unclip her bra, Rebecca pulls her dress down and it falls to the floor along with her bra and thong. You take each of her breasts in your hands and gently massage them, rolling her hardened nipples between your fingers. Rebecca lets out a small moan into your mouth, you smile and move your lips down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth.

Her fingers tangle themselves into your hair as you lick and suck on her nipples, you graze your teeth across one and she lets out another moan. The sound of her moans flood your panties. After giving each nipple the proper amount of attention Rebecca grabs your hand and leads you to her bed. Before you lay down she hooks her fingers into the fabric hanging around your waist and pulls your dress down along with your panties.

She pushes you down onto the bed and takes a second to admire you.

"What do you think?" You playfully ask as she scans your body.

"Fuck you're beautiful."

She crawls up onto the bed and passionately kisses you. When your lips part you two look into each others eyes as your bodies are pressed together. You gently bite your lip as you look at her, your thumb caressing her cheek.

"I can't believe you got that jealous when I was with Brian, I never would have thought that was going to happen."

"I don't think I've ever been that jealous of someone in my entire life."

"How jealous were you?" You flirtatiously ask.

"Let me show you." A devilish grin comes across her face before she kisses you once more.

You moan into her mouth when she cups your dripping center. Her fingers gently circle your clit and you whine into her, grinding your hips into her hand.

"uh-uh," she says into the kiss. "None of that, let me take care of you baby girl."

Her lips part from yours, leaving you wanting more. She sits between your legs and continues to rub her finger in circles, gently teasing you.

"Please." You beg, desperate for her to satisfy you.

"You want more?"

"Yes, please, please."

"How can I say no? You're asking so nicely."

She slides her fingers down and slowly parts your lips, gently guiding them into you.

"Oh fuck." You moan as you feel her fingers slide inside of you.

"Is that good honey?"

"Yes, it's so good."

Another moan escapes your lips when she pushes deeper into you, curling her fingers into that perfect spot. She hits it a few more times and you feel your orgasm beginning to build.

Just as you're about to get close she pulls her fingers out of you, eliciting a desperate whine from you.

"Not yet baby, I want to taste you first."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel her tongue lick up your dripping slit.

"Mmm, you taste to good." She says between licks.

A surge of ecstasy shoots through when she flicks her tongue over your clit, causing your back to arch. She hums a satisfactory hum into you as she latches onto your clit and gently sucks on it.

You cry out and grab hold of her hair between your legs. She flicks her tongue over it a few more times and you feel her slide her fingers back inside of you, your back arching once more.

"You like that?" She asks.

"Yes, fuck yes."

Her fingers thrust in and out faster, making you moan louder and louder. The pressure in your core increases with each thrust, each time she curls perfectly into you.

"Just like that." You cry. "Don't stop, you're gonna make me cum."

"You want me to make you cum?"

"Yes, please, mommy, make me cum."

A part of you can't believe you just called her "mommy", if you weren't in such a state of pure bliss you would be mortified. You're a little worried that you completely turned her off; you look down at her and notice her eyes are the darkest shade of green you've ever seen.

Rebecca is shocked that you just called her "mommy", but what shocked her more was the massive pulse that shot down into her core when she heard you call her that. She would have thought that someone calling her mommy sexually would turn her off, but to her surprise, it turned her on even more.

"You want mommy to make you cum?" She asks, her voice more sultry than ever.

"Please mommy, please fuck me."

You cry out when she thrusts harder and faster, bringing you closer and closer to the release you've been craving. Each thrust and curl pushes you closer to the edge. Right before you're about to cum your screams go up an octave, it's the signal Rebecca was looking for. She bends down and flattens her tongue against your clit while she thrusts, sending shockwaves up your body. She wraps her lips around it and flicks her tongue over it over and over again, you begin to clench down around her fingers and she curls hard into you again, sending you over the edge.

"Fuck mommy I'm cumming, fuck me oh my god." You scream as your body shakes, your orgasm ripping through you.

She slows down her pace and takes her fingers out of you as you come down from your high, your whimpers softening. A shock runs through you when you feel her tongue on you once more. She licks you clean and sits up and strokes your leg.

"What a good girl, cumming so well for mommy."

The room finally stops spinning and you look up at Rebecca, your panting beginning to slow. She brings her drenched fingers to your lips and you take them into your mouth.

"Good girl, you see how sweet you taste? The sweetest pussy I've ever had before."

Unable to properly respond, you just nod your head and mumble an "mhm."

When she takes her fingers out of your mouth, her lips take their place and she kisses you passionately. The reality of what just happened hits you and you start laughing.

"What's so funny?" Rebecca asks between kisses.

"I can't believe I just fucking called you mommy." You say as you laugh.

Rebecca starts to laugh and pulls away, unable to keep kissing you while she laughs.

"I can't believe you called me mommy and I liked it so much."

"There was a second where I was panicked and thought I totally turned you off, I'm so glad I didn't."

"Not even a little, if anything that turned me on even more."

Both of you lay in each others arms and laugh for a few minutes with some kisses sprinkled in between laughs.

Once the laughter settles, you decide it's time to return the favor and you roll on top of Rebecca, pushing her onto her back.

"Oh, I never expected you to be a dom." She says flirtatiously.

"I'm not, I'm just eager." You say as you begin to kiss down her body.

"Well good, because I'm not calling you mommy."

As you're placing a kiss on her belly you burst out laughing, you feel her stomach contracting under you as she laughs too. You look up at her while she laughs, you can't help but think she's the most beautiful person you've ever laid eyes on, and she has the best laugh in the world.

The giggling subsides as you continue to kiss down her body until you reach your final destination. She is wet, it turns you on a little to see how excited she got as she was fucking you. You drag your tongue up her dripping center and you hear her moan. Her pussy throbs against you as you lick her up and down, her back arches when you flick your tongue across her swollen clit and another moan escapes from her lips.

As you're focused on her clit you slide two fingers into her drenched pussy, her walls contracting around you as you slide in.

"Oh fuck." She moans when she feels you inside of her.

You slide your fingers deep into her and curl them into that perfect spot, making her cry out. Picking up the pace of your fingers you lick and suck harder on her clit, building both climaxes together.

"Yes, oh fuck, you're fucking amazing." She whines as her hips roll to the rhythm.

With the confirmation you're going in the right direction, you thrust your fingers in and out a little harder, curling your fingers into her on each re-entry as you continue stimulating her clit.

"Just like that, fuck I'm so close."

Her hips rock harder against your hand and you take it up a notch, causing her hips to lift off of the mattress. You can feel her beginning to tighten around your fingers, her cries getting louder and louder. She clenches down hard around you and you push harder, curling your fingers hard into her spot once more as you flick your tongue across her clit and suck on it.

Rebecca cries out your name as she explodes onto your hand. Her body shakes as you have her ride out her orgasm. She pulls her hips away from your mouth and throws her head back trying to catch her breath. You slide your fingers out of her and you place a light kiss on her sensitive bud, causing her to twitch and let out a small cry.

"Oh my god, that was fucking amazing." She says as she pants. "Did you just make me have two orgasms at once?"

You sit back on your heels and lick your fingers clean, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Basically, a clit orgasm and a vaginal one at the same time, the best kind in my opinion."

"Where the fuck have you been all of my life?" She asks as she pulls you into her and kisses you.

"Well, for the first 20 years-"

"Oh shut up!" She says and you both laugh, kissing and cuddling into each other.

Rebecca wraps her arms around you and holds you tight, you can hear her heartbeat as you lay your head on her chest, both of you enjoying the sweet afterglow.

The steady rhythm of her heartbeat relaxes you, you feel her run her fingers through your hair as she gently hums.

"Did you ever think we would be here when I agreed to come with you yesterday?"

"Absolutely not. I didn't think we'd be here until like, I don't know, three hours ago?"

Rebecca laughs and kisses your head.

"Oh man, Keeley is gonna lose her shit when she finds out about this." You say.

"Oh god." Rebecca groans. "Do we have to tell her?"

"Baby, we don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to." You say lifting your head and kissing under her jaw.

"No, we can tell her."

"We should send her a picture of us in bed together and send it to her. No text to go along with it, just the picture. She'll lose her fucking mind."

Rebecca busts out laughing, her laughter lightly shaking you as you lay on top of her.

"Oh that's brilliant." She leans over to her nightstand and grabs her phone and opens her camera.

"Oh god I was kidding!"

"Too late!"

Rebecca kisses you on the head and you bury your face into her neck and she snaps the picture. The both of you examine it to make sure no nipples or other sensitive things are in it. It's actually a cute, tasteful picture of the two of you, obviously naked, in bed together. Rebecca sends it to Keeley and almost immediately she gets a "read" notification.

"And now we wait." Rebecca says with a laugh.

The two of you lay in bed together, you slide your fingers between hers and kiss the back of her hand. Rebecca runs her fingers through your hair and down your back, tracing patterns across your skin. Both of you are laying there in silence with your eyes closed, just enjoying being with each other.

The moment is interrupted when you both hear a banging on the door.

"What the hell is that?" You ask.

"REBECCA!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!" You hear Keeley scream.

Both of you burst into laughter when you realize that Keeley never responded because she got into her car and came straight here. After contemplating on whether or not you two should get up, you both get out of bed. Rebecca throws on sweatpants and a sweatshirt and lends you a pair of her sweatpants and a sweatshirt to throw on. She goes to answer the door as you get dressed, you hear her open it while you make your way to the stairs.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Keeley shouts. "THAT PICTURE HAD TO BE REAL, THERE'S NO WAY THAT WAS PHOTOSHOPPED."

Keeley squeals when she sees you come down the stairs.

"Shhh," Rebecca says. "I have neighbors!"

Behind Keeley, you see Roy walk in, he looks unhappy to be here so late, but you know Keeley dragged him along. There's a part of you that thinks he secretly enjoys the gossip.

"Okay, tell me EVERYTHING!" Keeley says as you all go into the living room.

Rebecca sits in one of the chairs in her living room and pulls you into her lap, you happily curl into her with a smile on your face. Keeley and Roy sit on the couch and you both recount what happened at the party.

"So it's safe to say, you bailing on me last minute was one of the best things that's ever happened to me." You tell Keeley.

"Me too." Rebecca says as she puts her finger under your chin and pulls you in for a kiss.

Keeley squeals and swats at Roy in excitement.

"And then you got back here and fucked?! How was it?!"

"I have no complaints." You say, smiling up at Rebecca.

"I don't kiss and tell, but I will say, I had a great time."

The four of you chat some more, Keeley tries to pry out more details of what happened when you both got home. The two of you stay pretty tight lipped, much to Keeley's dismay. Roy eventually pulls Keeley out of the house so they can go back home and you and Rebecca head back upstairs to go to sleep.

Curled under the duvet together, you and Rebecca gently kiss and look into each others eyes.

"You're not gonna wake up in the morning and regret all of this, right?" You ask, half joking.

"Absolutely not, I am very much looking forward to waking up next to you in the morning."

"So am I."

You lean in for a kiss. When your lips part you curl into her and begin to drift off.

"Goodnight Rebecca." You say, cuddling into her.

"Goodnight y/n." She says back, kissing the top of your head, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

[https-harlow]

Touring & Pregnancy Tests

Summary- Towards the end of the Come Home The Kids Miss You tour, you and Jack find out you're pregnant with baby number 3.

Word Count- 2.3k

A/N- it won’t let me add a picture and be on the tags so just ignore my not normal formatting 😂

Jack had 2 weeks of tour left and you couldn’t be more excited to go home. Usually, the end of tour was exciting and a celebration that everything everyone involved worked so hard for was officially coming to an end. That sometimes made it sad too, because it was coming to an end, this time for the past week you had become extremely nauseous and exhausted, falling asleep almost every chance you got, though being on tour with two young children that opportunity was rare. Jack had been extremely worried about you, which caused everyone else to be worried about you.

Jack was currently doing his soundcheck for the night and you were in his dressing room with Paisley and Olive who were laying with you on the couch watching a show on their iPad. You didn’t let them have a lot of screentime, but when Jack was on tour and they couldn’t bring all their toys, you let them have more. Plus, you would use it in special circumstances, and this was one of those times.

“Come in.” You called out as you heard a knock on the door. Neelam opened the door and walked inside. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked you and you sighed softly.

“Like shit.” You said, luckily the girls were too distracted by their own conversation and tv show to notice you curse. “Did Jack have you come check on me?” You asked and Neelam laughed softly. Whenever Jack couldn’t be by your side, he made sure to send people to check on you.

“I’m sorry.” Neelam apologized. “And yeah, he did, he’s worried about you. We all are.” Neelam told you. 

“I’ll be fine, I’m sure being all this traveling isn’t helping.” You said and she nodded. 

“Paisley, Olive, do you want to come with me to watch your Dad?” Neelam asked them, getting their attention, they nodded excitedly, putting their iPad to the side, and running over to Neelam.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at her as she took both girl’s hands.

“No problem, I love having Paisley and Olive time.” Neelam said, smiling at you before she led the girls to the side of the stage. Luckily for you and Jack, everyone on his team loved the girls and would watch them whenever you needed.

You were left alone for about 30 minutes, you wanted to take a nap, but you were too nauseous to sleep, plus a dressing room couch wasn’t the comfiest place to nap. Urban knocked on the door, waiting for you to tell him to come in before he opened the door.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Urban asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to you. 

“I’m assuming Jack sent you too?” You joked. “Same as the past week.” You told him.

“What, I can’t care about my friend?” Urban teased. “But yes, he did.” Urban said and you both laughed softly. 

“Can you go get me a pregnancy test?” You asked Urban. Before tour, you and Jack had been talking about having another baby and even started trying for a baby, but once tour had started and you got busy it was harder to focus on trying for a baby. It was still something you and Jack wanted though.

“I would but I feel like shit, and I don’t want to make Jack go get one before his show.” You added and Urban nodded.

“Yeah, I can. Though, maybe I should buy you condoms too since this is the second time, I’ve had to buy you a pregnancy test.” Urban teased, he loved Paisley and Olive, and he even teased you and Jack about having a third kid before you and Jack brought it up to each other in a serious manner, but he wouldn’t be your best friend if he didn’t tease you, even if he might have wanted you to have another kid almost as much as you and Jack did.

“Okay, that was one time. We both know if my parents knew I was buying a pregnancy test at 17 they would have never let me move to Atlanta with you two at 18.” You said and Urban laughed softly.

“Who said I wanted you to come with us.” Urban teased again.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. “I didn’t even think I was pregnant the first time, I just missed a birth control pill and wanted to be sure, and Jack didn’t want his parents finding out either.” 

“I know, you told me all that when you both called me in a panic.” Urban joked. “But yes, I’ll go get you a pregnancy test, I just have to give you shit first.”

“I’d be concerned if you didn’t.” You laughed. “That’s why you’re my best friend.”

“I’ll be back, do you want anything else while I’m gone?” Urban asked and you thought for a second.

“Can you please bring me hot Cheetos and peanut butter?” You asked.

“I don’t even think I need to get a pregnancy test after those requests.” Urban teased. 

“You’ve ate weirder things without being pregnant, plus I never said I was going to combine them.” You said.

“You’ve had some weird pregnancy cravings, it wouldn’t surprise me.” 

“We don’t even know if I’m pregnant, and we won’t if you don’t leave to go get a pregnancy test.” You said and Urban held his hands up.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” Urban said, both of you laughing before he walked out of the room, leaving you alone again. 

You were able to take a short 20-minute nap before you woke up to Jack opening the door quietly.

“Did I wake you up?” Jack asked quietly, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, it’s okay though. Where are the girls?” You asked.

“With Neelam still, she took them to go get snacks.” Jack told you and you nodded.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the hotel? Paise and Liv can stay with me, I’m sure someone will watch them during the show.” Jack said as you sat up so Jack could sit on the couch. 

“I’m sure, I can make it a couple more hours.” You said and Jack nodded softly, laying on the couch before holding his arms out, signaling for you to lay with him, so you did, laying on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“As soon as the shows over we can go back to the hotel. Have you eaten anything yet?” Jack asked, knowing you had been throwing up all morning.

“I ate breakfast.” You told him. “Urban’s bringing me hot Cheetos and peanut butter. I also asked him to bring a pregnancy test.” You said.

“Wait, do you think you might be pregnant?” Jack asked excitedly. 

“I don’t know, it’s a possibility, I mean I’ve been nauseous, exhausted, craving things.” You shrugged. “I don’t want to get our hopes up, but I could be.” You said and Jack smiled at you, kissing the top of your head.

“I could have gone and gotten the pregnancy test for you.” Jack told you, playing with the ends of your hair. 

“I know you could have, but you have a show to focus on, and after your show’s over, some stores will be closed and the girls need to go to bed, so I’d rather just get it now that way I can take it tonight.” You explained and Jack nodded. 

“Do you want to go back to sleep?” Jack asked and you nodded slightly.

“Just for a little bit.” You said and Jack nodded, rubbing your back softly.

“Sleep as long as you need to. I’ll be here.” Jack told you, kissing the top of your head again before you buried your head into his neck.

You fell back asleep, Jack pulling a random blanket over the two of you. Urban came into the room shortly after you fell asleep, dropping off a bag with your peanut butter, hot Cheetos, and a couple pregnancy tests. Jack ended up falling asleep after Urban had dropped everything off, the tiredness from preforming almost every night catching up to him. 

You had both woken up by the time Urban was bringing the girls into the room.

“You have to be quiet, I think your mom is still asleep.” Urban told them and they nodded before walking into the room, but they were still kids and as soon as they walked into the room, they forgot to be quiet. Urban tried to remind them to be quiet before he saw you both awake.

“It’s okay.” You told him and he nodded. Olive walked over to you and Jack, climbing on the couch with you.

“Mommy still doesn’t feel good?” Olive asked and you shook your head.

“No, I still feel sick.” You told her and she pouted.

“I give cuddles, so you feel better?” Olive asked, knowing when she didn’t feel good, you and Jack cuddled her until she felt better. 

“Of course, Liv.” You smiled softly at her as she cuddled with you.

“I want to join!” Paisley said, running over to the couch to join.

The four of you cuddled for a little while before Jack had to finish getting ready for his show. Once Jack finished his performance, you, Paisley, and Olive had watched from your designated spot on the side of the stage, you were on your way back to the hotel. 

You put the girls to bed, you had managed to get an adjoining room, so they had their own room, but you left the door that connected to your and Jack’s room open. 

“Do you think I should take one now or wait until the morning?” You asked Jack, taking one of the pregnancy tests out of the bag you had put on the table when you walked in. 

“Take one now, you can always take one tomorrow if you need to.” Jack suggested and you nodded. You grabbed one of the boxes, reading the instructions before you took the test, setting it on the counter and starting a timer on your phone. You walked out of the bathroom, sitting down next to Jack.

“Well, in 5 minutes we’ll know if we’re having another baby.” You said, smiling softly as Jack wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lay next to him.

“Do you think you are pregnant?” Jack asked, his hand already resting on your stomach.

“It’s a possibility but obviously I don’t know for sure, what do you think?” You asked Jack, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I hope so.” Jack smiled at you, kissing you softly. “You know, when we were teenagers, I never thought this would be how we spent tours, putting our children to bed after shows and taking pregnancy tests.” Jack said, laughing softly. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Jack reassured you. 

“Really?” You asked Jack. “You don’t wish you got the normal tour experience you talked about before we had Paisley? The going out, parting with your friends, any of that?” Jack shook his head, his thumb rubbing your stomach gently.

“No, never. I’d much rather be raising our family with you.” Jack said. “I have the perfect life, I get to have a family with you and raise our girls, and I get to make music and perform shows. Both are something I wanted, but I never thought I would have at the same time. I wouldn’t ever change a thing.” Jack said and your eyes started watering.

“You’re going to make me cry.” You said, burying your face into Jack’s chest, Jack kissed your head and moved you, so you were laying on top of him.  

“I love you.” Jack said, moving his hand to underneath your chin to tilt your head up, kissing you before he wiped the tears from underneath your eyes. 

“I love you too, so much.” You said, kissing Jack once more before the timer on your phone went off. “Ready to go see if we’re having another baby?” You asked, you couldn’t help but let yourself get excited. 

“Yeah, let’s go see if we’re going to be outnumbered soon.” Jack joked as you stood up, walking to the bathroom, him following right behind you.

“We have Urban, we’re already outnumbered.” You joked and Jack laughed.

“True, we have always said he was our first child.” Jack said and you laughed. 

“Do you want to look or should I?” You asked as Jack leaned against the counter.

“We can look together?” He suggested and you nodded, moving the test so you could both see it. You took a deep breath as Jack wrapped an arm around your waist. Jack kissed the top of your shoulder before you flipped over the test.

Both of your eyes immediately went to the POSITIVE on the test. 

“It’s positive.” Jack said, immediately smiling. You could hear the happiness in his voice.

“We’re having another baby.” You smiled, setting the pregnancy test down, Jack pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing random kisses to your face, making you giggle. Jack laughed softly before kissing your lips.

“I love you, I can’t wait to be parents with you again.” Jack said, gently lifting you off the ground and turning so he could place you on the counter.

“I’m going to be honest, wasn’t sure it was going to be positive, but I’m so excited that it is.” You said. “I love you too.” You kissed Jack before both of you looked at the test again, almost to double check that it was still positive. Jack leaned down, pulling your shirt up slightly. 

“We are so excited to meet you.” Jack said before kissing your stomach even though there wasn’t a bump yet.

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[luniidae]

~ As Red as Blood ~

Chapter IX

Note: Hi everyone! I hope you'll enjoy this new chapter ✨ I'm always "scared" of making mistakes since I used to write a lot, a long time, and late at night 😂

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Luvia still couldn't get out of her room. Most of the time, she lay on her bed, staring blanky, her eyes redden by tears. A lot had happened in a very short time, starting with her physical transformation. She hadn't had time to get used to her new body when someone had already "appropriated" it, in the worst possible way, making her feel like it didn't really belong to her...

She had woken up in her bed, not remembering how she had gotten back to her room. On the other hand, she had certainly not forgotten what Haarlep had done to her the day before. Her body hurt, some places more than others... And there were so many things that she couldn't forget and that played over and over in her head. Like the way they stared at her the whole time, satisfied with the effect they had on her, or how their hands had touched her, scratched her, damaged her to make her feel like nothing more than an object. But what disturbed her even more was how she had felt. If Luvia felt some self-loathing, it was largely due to the fact that she knew nothing about the powers of an incubus. For her, everything she had felt was true, authentic, and the simple idea that she was able to appreciate every second spent in their clutches was enough to make her nauseous. Tears came to her eyes each time, ashamed of not having been able to resist them, betrayed by her own body.

Korilla visited her every day to check if she was alright, she even tried to talk to her, but the young woman did not respond. Luvia didn't want to hear her own voice which was now slightly different, it would have been like acknowledging that everything that had happened so far was real. And she couldn't bear that.

For his part, Raphael still couldn't bring himself to go talk to her. He felt he didn't "need" to do it, and what could he say to her anyway? That he regretted his action? He wasn't sure about this... And even if he did, it wouldn't erase anything that had been done and Luvia would still be hurt no matter what. However, an idea came to him, something that would allow him to establish contact with the young woman without her needing to respond: what about a dress ? The one the Dracanist wore before her transformation was now unwearable, and while it might seem trivial at first, he figured that sending her a new one would be a good way to let her know that he cared about her, in his own way. But this time, he would not use his powers as had been the case until now. No, this time he would call on some sort of “hellish tailors” to have the perfect dress made.

“As dark as the ocean, and as red as blood,” he told them. He also provided them with other details, particularly regarding the materials to be used. Velvet, taffeta, satin... Raphael was a very demanding kind of person and the infernal tailors had to try several times before giving him complete satisfaction.

The next morning, as Luvia gradually emerged from her torpor, she saw a box placed on her dresser. The young woman stood up with difficulty and walked forward slowly, intrigued by this new object. It was a rectangular box, quite flat, a deep red and decorated with a golden ribbon. She opened it, and first discovered a cherry scented card on which a few words were carefully written

"A gift for my little mouse"

Little mouse.... Luvia grimaced. This nickname had a bitter taste since Haarlep had used it too. She put the card down and carefully unwrapped the contents of the box, it was a dress. The fabric was soft and the various seams and embroideries gave a pleasant relief to the touch. She took the dress out of its box and held it in front of her as she looked in the mirror. She gently waved the petticoat to see it better, it was truly a beautiful piece of art. That said, she suddenly felt uncomfortable looking at her own reflection, so she decided to cover the mirror and put the dress back in its box. This strange and unpleasant feeling of not being right in this  body. And when it became too much to bear, Luvia sometimes ended up hurting herself. Her nails were short but sharp, like little claws, and it was not difficult for her to cut her own flesh. Faster, stronger, as if she was absolutely trying to get rid of this new envelope that had already been so bruised.

But as a Dracanist, her regenerative abilities (provided by her horns) made it impossible for her to actually harm herself. No matter how hard she tried, the wounds closed almost immediately. Furthermore, her blood was not flowing normally.

Indeed, the deepest wounds let out some sort of reddish gleams which rose around her before vanishing: blood magic. It was apparently a power unique to her species, but she only knew the theoretical part of it. She couldn't handle the view of her body... A body she considered soiled. No matter how many baths she could take, she still felt like Haarlep was upon her anytime.

It had been three days now since Raphael had sent the dress to Luvia, but the little mouse apparently still hadn't decided to point the tip of her snout. But according to Korilla, she had since started eating again, although it was in small quantities. However, the devil wanted to try a new approach, despite his patience slowly reaching its limits. He decided to have another present made for her, something more meaningful than a dress, more... Personal, and this time, he would bring it to her himself. It had taken a few days to complete, given the meticulous nature of the thing, but he was sure it would elicit a reaction. Raphael didn't imagine having to visit Luvia. The idea had been suggested to him by Korilla some time ago but he had rejected it outright, believing that he didn't have to take the first step and that, in any case, Luvia would eventually come back to him. But that's not what happened, and the cambion was starting to lose patience. This turnaround was only intended to push the young woman to trust him again, or at least that's what he liked to think. In fact, he missed her, in a way. It must be said that Luvia had almost always lived in the House of Hope, and that she and Raphael were used to seeing and interact with each other every day. Exceptionally, Raphael took his human form for this occasion. He remembered Haarlep's satisfied look when they reminded him that it was with his appearance they had tormented her, so he felt that his demonic form wouldn't make a good impression on the young woman.

One day, he came knocking on her door.

“I would have expected a better welcome,” he said calmly since he got no answer.

Suddenly, he heard quick footsteps coming and the door finally opened. Luvia was standing before him, she looked exhausted and emotionless, her red eyes locked on him.

"Greetings, little mouse"

The young woman sadly frowned, it seemed a bit painful to hear this.

"Greetings fa-", she grimaced, "..... Raphael...", she answered with a hint of hesitation, a sad but resigned look on her face.

"It's been a while since we last saw you, and I must admit that the atmosphere in my House of Hope has deteriorated significantly, especially since you decided to confine yourself to one and same room", he paused a few seconds,"So I brought a little something that could, let's say, "help" you in a way...." The cambion handed her a box. It wasn't as large as the dress's one, but it was finely decorated. She took it with slowly and opened it, wondering what it could be and how it could help her. Did he really think he could fix everything with - ... What was that ? There were two golden rings, but they were.... Opened ? And too big for a hand.

Luvia looked up Raphael, intrigued, raising an eyebrow. She didn't understand what she was seeing. The devil chuckled before her confusion.

"It is made of infernal iron, for the most part... Impregnate with a powerful regenerative and conservative magic. Very... Protective, I must say. I had them made especially for you. For your horns".

"I am not sure to understand", she admitted.

"As long as you'll be wearing them, it will help your horns to regrow and they will remain intact and strong. No one will ever be able to do any harm to them, not even me", he said, placing a hand on his chest. 

"So.... Does it mean.... ?", Luvia didn't dare to ask, scared to misunderstand.

"You horns are all yours, forever", he nodded.

If the young woman had expressed little emotion until now, her eyes widened in shock. What Luvia had endured so far was now behind her ? Really ? No one would have to mutilate her ever again ? As she gently closed the box so as not to drop its contents, and as she realized what it meant, her eyes filled with tears and she felt her hands and her legs trembling.

She couldn't speak, so without a word, she threw herself at Raphael, clinging tightly to him as if she feared he would disappear at any second. She burst into tears, releasing everything she had kept for herself for years, all the pain, all the times she would have wanted to be held by him to comfort her, to make her feel safe, loved, to show her she mattered... And all the times she felt so lonely. Her nails digged into his back, but the devil didn't mind. He didn't expect such an emotional reaction but, to be honest, he didn't really know what he was expecting anyway. It was strange to have her so close to him, he could feel her heart beating fast through her ribcage and she didn't seem in the mood to release her grip now. Raphael wasn't sure of what he should do next, but he kind of enjoyed their proximity. He eventually wrapped his arms around her, uncertain, holding her against him while she was still crying.

"I... I am sorry....", she managed to say between a few sobs.

The cambion raised an eyebrow "Sorry ? About what ?"

"I'm crying on your doublet", she answered.

Raphael giggled nervously, "Oh little Mouse...", he said, putting a hand behind her head to stroke her hair until she finally calmed herself down... "Would you join me later for the dinner ? You must be starving after all these days...", he proposed softly.

The young woman kept holding him tight and simply nodded against him. She looked like a woman but in the end, she was still a young girl, still craving for attention and love. She needed him, and no matter how much she had been hurt by his words, and by the fact he abandoned her in the Boudoir, she couldnt help herself but love him. She didn't know why but that was how she felt. Her grip softened and Raphael caught her shoulders to make her move back and look at her, swiping away a few tears of her cheeks.

"Oh look at you...", he cupped her face in his hands, "Don't waste this pretty face of yours with those tears, shall you ?"

She nodded shyly.

"Perfect, little Mouse"

"Can i ask you something?", she managed to say.

"Anything, my dear", he listened carefully.

"Could you.... Stop calling me this ? Please", she asked, avoiding his gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her demande but he accepted it.

"As you wish... Luvia", he paused for a few seconds before adding, "Would you like me to use another name, perhaps... ?"

"I don't know", she admitted, "It's just.... I don't want to be a mouse anymore..."

"Alright then"

His serious gaze softened, "Anyway, I'll be waiting for you to dinner later. I hope to see you there" He smiled at her but she couldn't know if he was sincere or not.

Once he was gone, she felt.... Empty. That was a very strange feeling. These few moments spent with him felt like a peaceful bubble in the spikes of her sorrow.

By the way, she examined the objects he gave to her earlier and took one of the rings out of its box. It was made of iron but it felt incredibly light, it has a golden color and was decorated by carved infernal winged creature, but among them, there was a smallest one... A little mouse.

Of course there was...

The view of this gave her a unpleasant sensation and a comforting feeling at the same time. She'll always be his little mouse.... But she decided to not pay attention to this detail. She placed herself in front of her mirror to uncovered it and took a deep breath seeing her own face. She brought an open ring to one of her horns, the longer one. Once the jewelry was close enough, it instinctively wrapped itself around it. It was strange to see a solid object moving with such flexibility, but the sensation was surprisingly agreeable.... It almost felt like a tender embrace, warm and comforting, it almost brought new tears to her already watery eyes. She found it hard to fully realize that her horns would never be mistreated again, and deep down she hoped that her whole being would never be again as well. She took a moment to admire herself once the two rings were on her head. 

Meanwhile, in the corridors, Raphael was walking confidently, satisfied of the effect his present had on Luvia. He was determined to have her back, since he needed her powers, but he was also feeling "relieved". He met Korilla.

She looked at him, knowing where he was coming from and noticing his smug look.

"Is everything fine, Master ?", she dared to ask.

"We will see her today", he answered as he kept walking.  

The dwarf couldn't help herself but slightly smiled, relieved but intrigued by her boss's methods. 

Later this day, at dinner time, the large table was full of various and appealing dishes, and the scent of this was positively divine. It would have been hard to resist such a feast...

As stealthy and silent as a shadow, Luvia appeared at the entrance of the room. Her lips were tinted of a dark cherry color, just as her eyes, her gaze accentuated by a black trait at the end of her eyes. She was wearing the golden rings around her horns and these looked far more healthy already. But she was also wearing her new dress.... As dark as the ocean and as red as blood.

Raphael, who was already here, tilted his head to observe her coming, an astonished look on his face.

"Who is this beautiful creature who honor us with her presence", he said warmly, "My dear, you look perfect. I always knew the velvet would suit you"

Luvia wasn't expecting such reaction. Actually, she couldn't understand being seen as "beautiful", or "perfect", or anything such. The pale skin of her face slightly pinked at this compliment, making the devil smirk. She finally took place at the table, at her usual place. She had spent so much time in her bedroom that this place looked almost unfamiliar to her now.  

"Enjoy, my sweet"

During dinner, the cambion couldn't help but scrutinize the young woman from time to time out of the corner of his eye. Although she was the same, he felt like there was another person in front of him, one who had nothing to do with the crying, miserable girl he had seen earlier in the day. Luvia had a confident, almost playful look, but a hint of sadness in her eyes betrayed her. Raphael was almost impressed by how easily she concealed her emotions.

However, a spark of determination suddenly crossed her eyes, and she began to stare at the devil. She seemed to have something to ask...

"Hm? Is something troubling you, my dear?", he raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"It's about blood magic, I'd like to learn more about it, and I'm not talking about the theory", there was no hesitation in her voice, as if she expected no less from him that he accepts.

"Hm, that's a subject we weren't supposed to study this early....", he replied seriously, resting his chin on one of his hands.

"I thought we could speed things up, since I don't have to 'pretend' to be an adult anymore... As you said", she answered.

Raphael gave her a smile, he remembered these words well, "you won't have to pretend any longer", that's what he had told her before leaving her in the Boudoir.

"Very well, little one, if that's really what you want.... We'll start your practical training tomorrow then. But for now, let's just enjoy the evening, would you ?"

Luvia nodded and did her best to not let it show anything, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She couldn't wait to show him she was more than just a little mouse..

To be continued...

Bonus:

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I'm on my knees for your young and cute tony 😍 I would like see kinda a part two of "the love of my life" (your college student!tony stark x college student!female!reader).

I thought about they sleeping at his parent's house that day and this would be the first time they slept together. At night, tony got snacks and chocolate for them to watch a movie cuddled up in bed, but they start to make out, leading to them having sex, tony is the most romantic, shy and cute guy, but he's also kinky and have a dirty mouth too (romantic, shy and cute tony with dirty mouth and kinky? yes, I need this), they are so lost in each other, that they don't care about the noises and the possibility of his parents hearing them 😂 in the next day, they all have breakfast together and enjoy the summer day! Thanks in advance ❤️

The love of my life | Part 2

PAIRING | College student!Tony Stark x College student!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.2K

SUMMARY | You and Tony are spending the night at his parents' house, but the evening takes a delightful turn when you offer to watch Fifty Shades of Grey together. What follows is the perfect first time for you and Tony, and the two of you are even more in love with each other than you already were.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ D/S dynamics (Soft!Dom Tony & Sub!Reader), grinding/dry-humping, sir-kink, breeding kink, oral (F receiving), protected sex, squirting, dirty/filthy talk, squirting, fingering, implied aftercare ], swearing.

A/N | Oh, sweet Nonnie, I can't believe you are all trying to bring out my inner hoe with young Tony, but I'm not at all mad about it! I can't wait to find out what you think of the route I took with this one 🖤

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You and Tony are in his bedroom at his parents' house since you'll be staying the night after the barbecue his parents hosted. Since it isn't safe to drive home for a long time, his parents prepared his bedroom, and now you two are getting ready to watch a movie together.

''Any preferences for the movie you'd like to watch?'' Tony asks, and the first movie that comes to mind immediately has you rubbing your thighs together for some relief.

He's standing in front of his closet to get you something comfortable to lounge and sleep in, so he grabs you one of his band shirts and a pair of pajama pants for himself.

''How about Fifty Shades Of Grey?'' you ask innocently as you can.

''What?!'' Tony says, and in his hurry, he hits his head against one of the shelves above his head with a loud thud.

''Oh my god, are you okay?!'' you ask, the movie completely forgotten about, instead making way for worry about your boyfriend.

''Y-yeah, I'm sorry. Did you suggest we watch Fifty Shades?'' he asks, still unsure if he's heard you correctly even though he is entirely correct. That is precisely what you said.

''Well, yeah? I've never seen it, and I thought it might be nice to watch together...'' you say as you shrug your shoulders, your cheeks red at the confession that you want to watch such a dirty movie with him.

''Let's change that then. I'm just going to grab some snacks; if you want, you can change into my shirt and get comfy in bed,'' Tony offers, and you nod.

He leans in for the softest kiss you've ever felt, and your heart might explode with all your love for him.

''Can't wait to have you back again,'' you say, and he gets the cutest shy smile on his face, and you love his shy side.

''Now get me some snacks, or I'll start without you!'' you joke, and he runs to get them.

You change out of your sundress and put Tony's shirt on, which is still long enough to act like a dress, making you giggle. You stand in front of the mirror that hangs on his closet door, and when Tony walks back into his room, he spots you looking at yourself.

''Do you like what you see, Sunshine?'' he asks, standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close.

''I do. But I bet I would look even better when I'm cuddling with you in bed,'' you say as you turn around in his hold.

''Hm, I'm not sure about that, but there's only one way to find out!'' he jokes, grabbing the backs of your thighs, lifting you, and carrying you to the bed after you wrap your legs around him.

''Tony! Careful!'' You squeal as he throws you on the bed, and it's a good thing he has such a soft mattress; otherwise, it would have gone entirely different.

You get comfy under the covers while looking at the snacks he brought on a serving tray: popcorn (both caramel and salty), chocolate, M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and some drinks to wash it down.

''Hmm, you really know how to treat your girl,'' you say, and you can't help but sneak a peek or two when Tony's changing into his pajamas.

''How could I not treat you like this when you're nothing but perfect for me?'' he asks, and when he turns around, you can see the love sparkle in his eyes. God, you're so completely and utterly in love with this man.

It didn't take long into the movie for you to end up on Tony's lap, grinding onto his hardening length while your tongues fight for dominance and your hands explore each other's bodies.

His hands have found their way under your shirt and home on your ass, where he kneads softly to encourage your grinding even more, making him groan softly at the feeling.

''Fuck, Sunshine, you're gonna be the death of me if you keep this up,'' he says as you pull his shirt over his head and throw it onto the floor, but before you can go any further, he stops you.

''Are you sure about this? I mean, I want you to be comfortable and not do anything you're not ready for,'' he says as he rubs your arms slowly and lovingly.

''I'm sure, Tony. I want you, all of you,'' you tell him, and your heart skips a beat at how he looks at you. Adoration, love, it's all visible in the soft features of his face. You cup his cheek with your hand and let your thumb rub gentle circles while you get lost in his eyes.

''I love you, Sunshine,'' he says, and nothing else needs to be said; the moment was perfect. His hands slide under your t-shirt, and he moves it up and over your head, uncovering the dark green lingerie you're wearing underneath.

You can hear Tony's breath hitch in his throat as he first lays eyes on the lacey fabric that's lying perfectly on your skin, all your curves accentuated to make you look angelic. And Tony? His jaw is practically on the floor right now.

Your hands slide over his abdomen and chest until they're wrapping around his neck, and you pull him in for a deep kiss, using the moment to your advantage by sliding your tongue into his mouth right away.

You moan into his mouth as he takes control almost immediately, and he pulls you flush against his chest, needing as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.

Your mind slowly gets a little fuzzy, your inner Sub taking over with the amount of dominance Tony shows, but it only makes you wetter by the minute.

''S-Sir...'' you moan softly when he starts kissing your jaw and hearing you say that makes his cock twitch in his underwear.

''Yeah, fuck, keep calling me that like the fucking slut you are,'' he says, and you moan loud at the words, combined with his kisses along your neck and over the tops of your breasts.

His hands slide over your back and find the clasp of your bra, which he unhooks in a smooth motion while you keep grinding onto him, his rock-hard cock sliding deliciously over your clit to give you the friction you're longing for.

When your bra falls, he throws it on the floor, eager to attach his mouth to your nipples and hear your delicious whines and moans.

''Hmm, sounds like an absolute angel for me,'' he says, and you're getting closer to reaching your orgasm from grinding on him, but you can't get there yet.

''Please, sir, need to cum!'' you moan, and Tony's hand slides between your bodies, his long fingers finding your clit and applying just enough pressure to get you to fall over the edge with a loud moan of his name.

''Hmm, those panties are soaked for me. I'm going to have an amazing feast with that,'' he tells you, and his eyes darken; your own are half-lidded as you look through your lashes at him. Your brain has turned to complete mush with that first orgasm, and all you can think about is him and how good he makes you feel.

''C'mon Sunshine, sit on your hands and knees for Sir,'' he says, pulling you off his lap, manhandling you onto your knees, and yanking your panties down and off your legs.

''Holy fuck,'' he whispers to himself as he sees how the slick drips out of your soaked cunt and onto your thighs, and he can't help but slap on each of your ass cheeks simultaneously.

You let out a high shriek, which only aroused you more, precisely what Tony had hoped for.

''Such a beautiful cunt for me to wreck, Sunshine. Can't believe you've been hiding this beauty from me this entire time,'' Tony says, and without warning, he attaches his mouth to your pussy, licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance.

Your arms give out, you fall forward and present yourself even more for Tony, and he lets out a deep groan that crawls up your spine and goes straight into the fuzziness in your head.

''S-sir! Fuck- feels good!'' you moan as you try and push back against his face. His fingers find your clit once more, and he pinches and rolls it between his fingers, which makes your whine loudly, but neither of you cares about how loud you are being.

Tony keeps lapping at your cunt, his cock straining against his boxer briefs so he frees it, giving himself a little release by wrapping his free hand around the base and squeezing softly, pre-cum leaking from his reddened tip.

His tongue keeps working its way inside you, and you're already nearing your orgasm again.

''Need to cum, Sir! Please,'' you beg, and Tony isn't made of stone, so he permits you to do so.

''Cum for me, Sunshine, cum all over my fucking tongue and fingers. Need Sir's permission to cum, huh? Yeah, you do, you little slut,'' he says, and within no time, your legs start shaking as he picks up the pace, making you squirt all over his face and the bed with a loud moan.

''Sir, please-'' you say as he keeps going, drinking every last drop of your cum that he can, already addicted to your taste. When it's becoming too much, you push him away with the bit of power you have left since your limbs have turned to jelly.

You need a few minutes to regroup, and Tony happily gives you the time; the two of you have all evening.

He gently guides you on your back and lays down beside you, your heart fluttering as he pulls you into his arms and cuddles with you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

After some cuddles, kisses, and sweet words, Tony's hand glides down your stomach and finds your cunt, still soaking from your orgasm. His fingers slide through your folds at a lazy pace, and you gasp from the feeling when he sees your clit again.

''Hmm, still so wet. And is that all for me? Is my needy slut still wet for Sir?'' he asks, and you can't answer because words are getting stuck in your throat because of how good you feel. Instead, you let out something between a moan and a whine.

''Gonna make you feel so good you can't think straight for a long time, Sunshine. Going to fucking ruin you for anyone, and you'll be mine forever. Yeah, you want that, huh? Wanna be Sir's little cumslut?'' he asks, and even though you probably shouldn't enjoy this as much as you are, you can't help but get even more aroused because of it.

''S-sir!'' you gasp as two of his fingers enter your entrance, curling immediately and hitting your perfect spot directly.

''Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, plug you up and let that cum stay inside until you're pregnant with my babies. Yeah, I'm going to keep you stuffed full, so you're always going to carry my babies,'' he says as he picks up the pace; you can almost taste the orgasm with how close it is, and your moans are getting desperate.

''Yeah, does my cumslut need my cum pumped inside her? And when it leaks out, she wants it stuffed back in? Fuck, CUM!'' he demands, and without a second thought, you do, again squirting but this time all over his hand and the bed.

''Jesus, such a good girl for me. Doing so perfect when you squirt for me, it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen,'' he says, and his cock throbs with anticipation, but he's going to wait just a little longer to touch himself, wanting to feel every single pull and squeeze of your tight cunt.

''Want Sir to stuff you with his cock, huh? Is that what my needy fucking slut needs?'' he asks, and you can't help but whine, tears forming in your eyes from all the pleasure of how good Tony makes you feel.

''Y-yes, please,'' you whisper, and within no time, Tony has grabbed a condom, opened the package, and rolled it on so he could fuck you senseless in his own words.

''I'm gonna go slow for you, Sunshine,'' he says, slowly pushing in, folding your legs and letting them wrap around his back so he has the perfect angle to slide in.

''Fuck, such a tight fucking cunt for me to use, gonna fucking wreck you, Sunshine,'' he says, and you moan softly while he stretches you out, making you feel somewhere north of heaven.

Once he's entirely in, he lets you adjust before setting an agonizingly slow pace to make sure he doesn't cum right away, but he also needs to tease you just enough to give you the most mindblowing orgasm, though that isn't too hard judging by how he fucked you dumb already.

''Gonna move now, Sunshine. God, I already fucked you completely dumb, and I hadn't even put this cock inside you yet. Can't wait to see what a dumb cumslut you're going to be on this fucking thick dick,'' he says, picking up the pace without warning.

''F-f-fuuuuuuck, Sir, yes!'' you scream out as he's pounding into you with a brutal pace, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you cum again, but it's not enough for Tony.

''Need one more, Sunshine,'' he says through gritted teeth, groans coming from deep within his chest, and with a few more strokes, he has you right where he wants you to be, right on the edge along with him.

He bends over and never falters his pace, capturing your lips in a soft and sweet kiss, opposite from the way he pounds you into oblivion, and it makes your head reel, but you're enjoying this so much.

''G-gonna cum!'' he almost roars, and with that, he cums inside you, and you're falling over the edge with him, again squirting from the force of your orgasm, and you're entirely spent while you're on cloud nine.

The two of you cuddle for a while until you're back on earth with him, and after, the two of you shower together to clean yourselves off, making sure the sheets are clean, too.

He plucks his shirt off the floor and pulls it over your head before capturing your lips in a sensual, loving kiss, and you've never felt better after having sex with someone.

''God should've done this way sooner,'' you whisper against him as he carries you to bed, having just pulled one of his boxer briefs onto your butt.

''I know, Sunshine. But I'm glad we finally did it. Right now felt like the perfect moment, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way,'' he says, putting you down so you can crawl under the covers, followed by Tony.

The two of you fall into a deep sleep and only wake up once the sun shines on your faces, telling you a new day has arrived.

''G'morning Sunshine,'' Tony says, and he places soft kisses on your face so he can gently wake you up.

''Morning Love,'' you tell him, and he gets a huge smile, making him look incredibly handsome with the sun shining down on him.

''How did you sleep? And how are you feeling?'' he asks, his hands ghosting a small trail over your thigh, leaving a path of goosebumps behind.

''Slept like a log; you wore me out last night. And other than feeling sore, I'm good. Never been better, actually,'' you tell him, and he's happy to hear it. He gives a few soft pecks on your lips before the two of you cuddle some more, and it's officially time to get up.

You get up and put on your underwear this time, followed by the striped sundress that Tony goes wild for.

Tony wears a casual summer outfit, and once you have finished your hair and decided against wearing makeup today, the two of you go down to the kitchen, where Tony's parents are already preparing breakfast.

''Mornin' lovebirds!'' Maria says your cheeks turn red, realizing they must have heard everything you did.

''Don't worry darling, it's normal,'' Howard assures you, but it doesn't make it any better, so they decide to leave it at that and not embarrass you any further.

''Tony, will you set up the outside eating area? I thought we could all enjoy a nice breakfast outside before enjoying the rest of our day,'' Maria asks, and he nods. You walk outside with him while bringing some plates and cutlery, and he tells you to sit down.

''Don't worry, Sunshine. You can sit that gorgeous butt of yours down and relax. You're a guest in our house, and I refuse to let you lift a single finger if you don't have to,'' he says, giving a small kiss before walking inside and leaving you behind with a huge grin.

''So, what do you guys think of Y/N?'' Tony asks when he walks back into the kitchen, and Maria immediately pulls him in for a hug.

''Don't you dare to let that girl go, Tony. She's the best thing that ever happened to you, and the two of you are made for each other,'' she tells him, and he nods when they pull apart.

''Don't worry, I won't. I plan on marrying her one day,'' he tells his parents, and they have the biggest smiles.

''And when that day comes, we will be right there by your sides, just like we were from the beginning,'' Howard says, and that's the last thing they say before having breakfast outside.

Howard and Maria see how much you love each other; it drips off you. They give each other a knowing look and then continue the conversation like nothing happened, and you immediately feel at ease again.

After breakfast, Howard and Maria went to do some groceries, and you and Tony decided to swim in his pool and take advantage of the beautiful day.

''I love you, Sunshine. I still feel like an idiot when I think about how many times I tried to ask you to dance, but I'm so happy I did it. You're the piece I was missing, and now that I found you, my life is complete,'' he says, and you're getting tears in your eyes.

''I love you too, My Love. I feel like the luckiest woman on this earth to call you my boyfriend, to have you by my side through everything. And I can't wait to grow old with you and start a big family together,'' you say.

The two of you are in a tight embrace for a while, not ready to let each other go yet, but when Howard and Maria are back from the shops, you both get out and help them put everything away.

You still can't believe how fortunate you are, and you feel the most happy and loved when you're with these three people. They all make life worth living, and you thank your lucky stars daily.

[nicistrying]

Monday 27th November

We took all the puppies to the beach yesterday with Matt's brother and his wife! They were all so good! Usually Maggie and Daisy the jack russell end up fighting but they were very polite and respectful of each other and it made us all so proud and really gave us hope that one day they'll be able to be in the house together for family gatherings🤞 we didn't have to keep them away from each other either they were actually able to greet each other and sniff and chase a ball together but still keep out of each other's faces

And we went to a restaurant for lunch where they had little huts outside to sit in, it was so cute. We all sat in one of those and had the most delicious food. Matt and I shared flatbread with houmous, chips and mixed garlic mushrooms on toast which were sooo good omg. And again the dogs were so good! We fully expected to have to put Maggie in the car while we ate if she was going to upset Daisy but she lay under the table and the little ones sat up on the bench and they were a little tense but they did really well and didn't bother each other. And Maggie didn't even bark at the waitress serving us when she would open the door to bring us our food. Our big brave girl 🥰🥰

And between last night and today I've finally dealt with the spare bedroom! Painted the previously green wall and finally papered over the dinosaurs 😂 getting rid of my dressing table and swapped it for a desk that we can work at. All done by myself in a day and a half! A job that's been stressing me out every time I've gone in that room for the past year 😂 I'm so proud of myself. Having a lovely little time doing all my home improvements while I'm not working - sticky tiles for the kitchen arriving tomorrow so that's the next project 👷‍♀️

Plan for tomorrow is to walk Maggie, work out, do some online Christmas shopping while waiting for the tiles to arrive and then get those straight on the wall while I'm on a roll 💪

Hope everyone is well!

[autumntouched]

that one kanye tweet that’s like “i need a room full of mirrors so i am surrounded by winners” is so hangman coded i’m dying

like just imagine him saying that to phoenix when she’s his fiancé/wife in the hannix football rivalry universe 😂😩

Warnings: NSFW just in case because this gets a little 🌶️ . No smut but racy texts. However, the Kanye quote comes before that if you want to stop after Nat’s response xx

I Need a Room Full of Mirrors

One of the reasons Natasha doesn’t mind shopping with Jake is that he has a fairly decent sense of fashion. Unlike the other men, who look bored out of their minds while they wait for their girlfriends or wives, Jake will put aside his phone to give her his genuine, enthusiastic opinion. And he doesn’t do it just for her—he’ll hype any woman who happens to be in the dressing room at the same time she is until all of them are going out to get his feedback on each outfit. Natasha can practically feel the smug glow on his face when he overhears them gushing to her about how lucky she is to have him.

The shop clerks love it too and will often slip them a discount, which Natasha can’t really complain about either.

“Mind if we stop in here?” he asks, hooking his thumb toward a menswear store.

She holds her hands out for the bags he insisted on carrying. “No, I got them, babe.” He drops a kiss on her forehead and strolls into the shop.

While he browses, she picks a few pieces for him and follows the saleswoman to the dressing rooms to wait for Jake. Natasha settles into one of the leather seats and responds to several texts from her brother.

“Right this way,” another saleswoman says a little breathlessly, cluing Natasha in to Jake’s approach. There’s a deep blush on the woman’s cheeks, and she tries to check the back of her hair while carrying some of Jake’s selections.

“I put the shirts I picked in that one,” Natasha tells him when he sets her bags down next to her. She points to the dressing room door where his name is written neatly in chalk.

Jake glances down the row of rooms and goes to what looks like a larger one at the end. He peaks inside. “May I use this one, ma’am?” he asks.

“Of course!” she exclaims, rushing to move his clothes at the same time Natasha asks, “What’s wrong with the one you have?”

“It’s not a problem!” the saleswoman chirps, nearly dropping her keys in her hurry to move everything from one room to the other.

“This one’s got more mirrors,” Jake tells her while he nearly sends the poor woman into shock when he brushes her hand taking a few hangers from her. Natasha fixes him with a raised eyebrow, and he flashes her a grin that looks fit to split his cheeks. “Babe, c’mon, I need a room full of mirrors so I’m surrounded by winners.”

The saleswoman giggles, but Natasha stands up and nearly chucks her phone at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? I must have been deprived of oxygen the day I agreed to marry you!”

That wipes the amusement off the woman’s face, but Jake doesn’t see from where he’s holding the door open. He pulls out his phone and taps it open.

“The room’s ready,” the saleswoman says, a lot less chipper than she was a few seconds ago.

“Appreciate it,” he smiles and disappears inside. Natasha’s phone buzzes.

Come inside. I have a few ideas about how to take your breath away enough to make you say yes to me all over

Natasha feels her face heat and glances around. Fortunately, the saleswoman scooted off as soon as she realized Jake wasn't available.

Show me later, and I’ll show you something else in the mirror, she sends back.

Wait. If it’s your middle finger again…

She stifles a laugh at that memory. No, unless you want to tell me where to put it this time. Better yet, maybe I'll let you show me...

One of the hangers falls to the floor, and Jake swears softly. Ok. Stop please or we’re going to have to leave

Natasha glances around and sinks back down into the chair so she can cross her legs against her own impatience. Lmao after you made that poor woman move all your stuff? I won’t let you

but maybe you were onto something with the mirrors 😉 do you want to know what thinking about seeing you shirtless from all those angles is doing to me?

Her phone buzzes with a picture of Jake’s tanned pecs and abs reflected three times over, his nipples hard from the cool air, their texts, or both, and yeah, he was fucking right about the mirrors.

Jake saunters out of the room in his first shirt. It’s not even buttoned properly. “How do I look?” he asks roughly.

Natasha uncrosses her legs. “Like a winner.”

[evebestt]

For my dear friend Caroline's (@youleavethetardisbrakeson) birthday (because when you're internet friends you write each other smut your birthdays 😂). We've only known each other for a few months (insert that "I came across this particular tart about three years ago" meme), but it's been a wonderful few months having someone to yell with about Eve, Corlys and Rhaenys, and pregnant sex. Here's to 29, babes!

Flame Marries the Sea

Pairing: Corlys x Rhaenys

Summary: Rhaenys feels their babe flutter for the first time and tells Corlys. Their excitement and joy leads to sex.

Warnings: pregnant sex and pregnancy kink, dirty talk, oral sex

The title is an amalgamation of like three Hozier songs because his songs both fuck and make you fall devastatingly in love at the same time

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Corlys sat forward in his chair, smiling down at Laenor, who babbled at his feet. “Was it a good day on the beach, my boy?”

Laenor grinned up at him, the mop of his curls nearly falling into his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, waving the carved seahorse Corlys had given him above his head. “Go beach every day.”

“You’ll wear out your mother and father if we go to the beach every day,” Rhaenys said from her chair opposite Corlys, her hand resting on top of the small swell of her belly, growing larger every day.

“I won’t,” he said, looking back down at the collection of toys in front of him and reaching for a small horse. “Beach every day.”

“As stubborn as his father,” Rhaenys murmured, giving Corlys a teasing look that made him smile.

“As if his stubbornness doesn’t come from the fire of a dragon.”

“Melly!” Laenor exclaimed at the mention of dragons, and Rhaenys prepared herself for a barrage of insistences that they go to visit Meleys, but then Laenor interrupted himself with a huge yawn, blinking blearily down at his toys.

“I think it’s time for a little sleep before dinner, my love,” she murmured, smiling as she stood from her chair. She bent down to grab him underneath his arms, only slightly hampered by her growing bulk. “Meleys will wait for another day.”

Grateful he didn’t fight her and merely nestled sleepily into her arms, she turned towards the hallway, but before she made it more than a handful of steps he reached out, his hands grabbing behind her. “Papa.”

Rhaenys turned back, looking from the boy to Corlys, who wore a lovestruck expression. “Do you want Papa to put you to bed?”

He shook his head against her shoulder, and she tried again. “Do you want me to put you to bed?”

He shook his head again, and she traded an amused look with Corlys. “Little love, you must—”

“Both,” he murmured, muffled against her dress, and Rhaenys thought her heart might melt when she realized what he wanted.

She glanced at Corlys again, that lovestruck expression only magnified as he walked up next to them, one hand on her back as he reached out with the other and stroked the boy’s wild white curls. “I think that can be arranged, lad.”

They made their way to his room together, Laenor becoming heavier and heavier in her arms as he drifted off. He was nearly asleep by the time Corlys turned down his bedcovers and she laid him down, but Corlys still reached for the plush dragon on the dresser and tucked it into the crook of his arm. 

She pulled the covers up to the boy’s chin, tucking them into his sides as she watched his face, relaxed in sleep, his mouth parted as he breathed. “Sweet dreams, my little one,” she murmured, and then moved to stand.

“Story,” Laenor suddenly said, his eyes still closed.

Rhaenys stifled a chuckle, looking up at Corlys. “Story?”

He eased down onto the bed next to her, reaching out to brush the hair away from Laenor’s eyes. “One day, on my seventh voyage, my crew and I came upon an island, leagues away from any other land.”

Corlys told the story of the warm pool they had found near the center of the island, keeping his voice low and quiet as the boy began to drift off again. “It stood only waist deep at its center, but the water remained clear, for there was a vent that brought up hot water, seemingly from the land’s center itself.”

Rhaenys moved in the corner of his eye, and he glanced over to see her with her hand on the lower swell of her belly, staring down at it intently.

“Papa,” Laenor called drowsily before Corlys could reach for his wife. “Story.”

Rhaenys met his eye and gave him a smile, nodding back towards Laenor.

“We,” Corlys started again, trying to find his train of thought. “We thought we might have stumbled upon a Well of Life, for the flowers and trees that bloomed along its shores were some of the richest I’ve ever seen.”

In only a few moments, Laenor was asleep again, and before long they were able to sneak towards the door, shutting it quietly behind them.

“What happened?” Corlys asked as soon as the door was closed, reaching for Rhaenys. “In there, you were looking at the babe.”

She broke into a radiant smile, stepping until she could wrap her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. “I felt the babe flutter for the first time.”

He grinned too, stepping back until he could see her clearly. “You did?”

She nodded, and he grabbed her waist and pulled her close again, kissing her deeper than before. She encouraged it, tilting her head until he easily slipped his tongue past her lips, the warmth and taste of the embrace filling his mind so that there was nothing else — until she reached down and cupped him through his breeches.

He twitched against her palm, his trousers quickly becoming tight, and Rhaenys broke the kiss as she squeezed him, her other hand coming to pull at the shirt tucked into his waistband.

“So forward, wife,” he teased, though it was undercut by the strained arousal in his voice, trying not to jerk into her hand. “One would think I don’t pleasure you enough.”

She hummed at his teasing, giving a firmer squeeze to his shaft while she trailed her other hand up the bare skin of his abdomen, causing the muscles to tighten and his cock to jerk. “One should not mock when he himself is in a similar state,” she mused, and Corlys couldn’t help but huff out a laugh.

“A valid argument,” he agreed, fighting another instinct to rut his hips when she rubbed her palm on his bulge. “Should we take this elsewhere, or are you looking for a tryst in the hall?” he breathed, only half teasing, and she shot him a coy look.

“Take me to bed, sailor.”

With a playful growl, he leaned down and swept her into his arms, chuckling at the stifled squeak of surprise she let out as he turned and started for their rooms, her breathless giggles in his ear all the way.

The doors had barely slammed closed behind them before Corlys set her on her feet and pulled her into a hard kiss. She reciprocated in kind, her hands returning to her task of pulling at the buttons of his shirt, finally succeeding and letting it flutter to the floor. Her hands roamed across his chest and shoulders, nails scratching lightly. He was content in the moment, the feel of her hands and the taste of her lips enough, but then she moaned into his mouth — a low, needy sound, her hands trailing to the edge of his trousers, and he couldn’t wait any longer to feel her skin against his.

Her dress was simple, done with buttons down the front and a high waist to accommodate the swell of the stomach. She’d worn it for comfort, he knew, and to protect her nicer clothing from the mess that was a toddler on the beach, but in the moment all he could care for was that the dress made for easy removal — flicking the buttons open and coaxing the dress off her shoulder until it pooled at her feet.

Bare before him, she was like a goddess among men — her breasts already swollen and heavy, her waist thickened and her stomach rounded between them, the top of the swell just beginning to show below her breasts.

“Wife,” he breathed, kneeling to run his hand over her belly, nearly covering its breadth with the spread of his fingers before he leaned in to kiss the swell. “My babe.” He pressed another kiss to her skin. “Our babe, quickened.”

And then he could smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and the fingers in his hair were insistent, and the both of them were pulling him down, down, closer to her core as he pressed kisses to every inch he could reach.

“I see you declined to wear anything underneath,” he murmured playfully against her skin, cupping her calves and letting his fingers trail up to the soft skin of her thighs.

“Mm,” she hummed, sounding sly as she widened her stance, his lips trailing to the underside of her belly. “Underclothes aren’t made for a babe in the womb. Simply easier to go without.”

He would have teased her for such an obvious ploy, but then his touch reached the crease of her thigh, and all he could think of was her. She was soaked — warm, thick arousal clinging to the lips of her cunt, smearing the tops of her thighs until all he wanted was to spread her wide on their bed and feast. He slid his fingers through her folds, the fingers in his hair tightening and a low hum coming from deep within her throat.

“Always so slick when you’re with child,” he said, his voice rough. He was close enough he could practically taste her as he spread her with his fingers, and could see how she throbbed at his touch, her thighs quivering before him. “And always so sensitive.”

And her scent in his nose and his mouth, he couldn’t wait any longer. Cupping the back of her thigh, he pulled it over his shoulder, spreading her further and pulling her to his mouth. He ran his tongue through her folds and up to her clit, her unabashed moan spurring him on. He stroked it with the flat of his tongue, setting his neck against her weight as she rocked her hips against his mouth almost frantically, pulling hard on his hair.

“Corlys,” she moaned when he set his lips around her clit. He sucked, feeling her twitch against his mouth, but then she was tugging on his hair again, this time trying to pull him to stand. “Corlys, I need you.”

He growled at her plea, quickly moving to stand, his cock throbbing in his breeches. Her hands set to work on the laces, undoing them as he pulled her in for a deep kiss, cupping her bottom and slowly rocking his hips as she reached into his trousers and stroked him. He could taste her faintly beneath the taste of her arousal, a combination that had his hips moving faster, but then she was pushing at his trousers, and he reached down to help her, not breaking the kiss as they pushed them down in a tangle until he was as bare as she was.

She pulled them towards the bed, her hand still on his cock. He followed for a few steps, but before she could fall back onto the mattress he stopped and turned her, coaxing her onto her knees, her hands braced on the headboard as he kneeled behind her. He let his hands roam across her sides, feeling gooseflesh erupt on her skin, before one settled on her belly, cupping the bottom of the swell as he pulled her close.

“I want to hold my growing babe while I pleasure my wife,” he growled in her ear, feeling her shiver in his arms as she moaned.

She wiggled her hips, pushing back against his cock sitting between her thighs. “Fuck me, husband.”

And powerless to refuse, he grasped his cock and guided it toward her entrance before bottoming out in one quick, deep thrust.

“Seven above,” she rasped, head falling back against his shoulder, and Corlys took the opportunity to kiss her neck, quickly sucking a bruise.

She shivered in his arms, still panting from the stretch, and the movement made her tighten and squeeze his cock until he groaned, gripping her hip in one hand, the other still on her belly.

“Rhaenys,” he growled against her neck, pressing his hips against hers as though he could slide deeper inside. “Gods, do you know what you do to me?”

“Tell me how it feels,” she moaned, her voice low and rough, “buried inside me, just as you were the night you gave me a babe.”

He groaned, her words overwhelming, the image of her flooded with his seed fueling the ache at the base of his cock. ���Like I’m drowning in your sea,” he moaned, his teeth set against the skin of her neck, “and yet you’re all I need to breathe.”

She moaned again, low and ragged, driven by his arousal as well as her own. “Take me,” she rasped, rocking her hips against his. “Show me how much you want me.”

A wish, a plea, a command, Corlys began to move. The first few strokes of his cock were long and steady, pulling out to nearly the tip before pushing back in. But then she was moaning, gasping in his arms, and the tight, throbbing heat of her cunt was too much to resist and he was moving faster, his thrusts becoming harder and quicker until the sound of his hips hitting hers was nearly deafening in the room.

He felt like a beast, rutting into her with abandon, but she only encouraged him with her loud moans and gasps, her hand reaching back to grip the muscle of his thigh, digging in as though she could pull him closer and drive him harder.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” he growled in her ear, reaching up from her hip to palm her breast. She cried out, head thrown back on his shoulder again, and he carefully thumbed her nipple, knowing how sensitive she’d been. “How desperate you make me, how I ache for you like I never have another?”

“Corlys,” she rasped, her hips twitching as he pounded into her. “So full of you,” she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her fingertips white on the headboard where she gripped it, “your cock, your babe, everything, yours.”

“Wife,” he gasped, his balls aching, and he squeezed her breast harder in response, sucking another bruise on her neck. 

She arched her back, a ragged moan in her throat, and the movement pushed the swell of her stomach further into his hand. He tightened his grip on her belly, his hand spanning hipbone to hipbone as he cupped the little life inside, kicking and fluttering and alive and his.

“My babe,” he huffed, the sudden rush of the thought sinking into his mind and throbbing at the base of his cock.

“Your babe,” she echoed, her hand squeezing his thigh. “Your seed took hold, gave me a babe.”

That gave him a heady rush of pride, and a baser wave of virility that ached in his balls. He wouldn’t last long at this pace, her throbbing heat and filthy words, but she was tight around him and her body tense, and he knew she wouldn’t last long either. He reached up from her breast, sliding his hand up the soft skin of her chest to her neck, resting there as his hips moved in a blur. She gasped, a moan vibrating under his palm, and then she reached down past his hand to stroke her clit, her walls pulsing in response and making him groan.

“Yes, touch yourself,” he panted, thrusting impossibly faster. “Make yourself cum, I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

She moaned, higher pitched than before, and from that sound alone he knew she was close. He set his jaw in determination, his thrusts becoming shorter as they both barrelled toward the edge.

“Corlys,” she moaned again, her voice barely above a whisper, and he could feel her walls flutter, her hips twitching erratically as she squirmed in his arms.

And then she came, a long, low moan on her lips as her cunt pulsed hotly around him, and he growled at the feeling, turning his head to suck at the hinge of her jaw. His shaft ached, his balls heavy and tight, and with her release clenching around him, he couldn’t hold back. He slammed his hips through two more thrusts before he buried himself inside her, cock twitching, and then he groaned as the tension in his abdomen snapped and he came.

Pleasure shot up his spine with every pulse of his cock, so overwhelming that he worried his knees might give out. Rhaenys sagged in his arms, her hips still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, and he leaned his forehead on her shoulder, surrounded by her warmth and her scent and the feel of her in his arms.

When his cock had spilled his seed and her breathing had steadied, he ran his hand down to her hip, her hand coming to rest atop the one he still had on her belly. Overwhelmed with emotion, he picked up his head to nuzzle the skin of her neck, kissing down a line of freckles that he knew by heart.

“Corlys,” she murmured softly, almost reverently, turning her head to nuzzle his cheek, and he felt his heart swell in his chest.

“My love,” he murmured back, kissing her again before caressing the swell of her belly again. “My loves. All of you. My family.”

“Darling,” she whispered, such emotion in her voice that Corlys picked up his head to look at her, and found himself, not for the first time, looking upon a goddess. The light of the setting sun streamed in through the window, lighting her in gold, and he thought she must have been crafted by the hands of The Seven themselves. Her eyes were soft and warm, looking green in the golden light, and so full of love that his breath escaped him.

He leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss, chaste in comparison to the urgency of before, but so tender and gentle that he knew he would treasure this one kiss above all others until the day he died.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, and he felt his soul warm when she smiled.

“I love you, too.”

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 15: There Are Things You Don't Know

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Kate and Sebastian met each other about a month ago at the Three Broomsticks. Their instant connection and pull towards each other felt like pure magic, but it all collapsed when Sebastian told her about his past and current use of dark magic. Since then, he and Kate have been hanging out as "friends," though both of them still have strong feelings for each other. In the previous chapter, Sebastian helped Kate in her garden; she promised him a home-cooked meal as a reward. Sebastian takes her up on it in this chapter and finally explains more about his past and what he does for a living.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Trigger warnings: Discussion of domestic abuse and drinking, trauma, brief mention of imprisonment, gang membership, discussion of illness, fast use of the word "love," a basic Italian dinner being considered "exotic" (😂)

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3. Any kind of constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day.

Chapter 15: There Are Things You Don't Know

Kate is ready when Sebastian knocks on her front door on Wednesday night.

After getting out of work, she went into cooking and cleaning mode immediately. Of course, she had overthought everything. Candles - too romantic or appropriate for any dinner? Dessert - what would Sebastian like most? Or should she make a treat that complimented the meal? How should she dress? Not too fancy - that might give the wrong idea…

Kate had decided after Sebastian’s last meeting that she wanted to show him how she used items from her garden in her cooking. Since nothing was quite in season yet, she had to rely on her canned items, of which she had tomatoes aplenty. She settled on making pasta, a dish that most were not fully accustomed to in Britain, with a homemade sauce, meatballs, and crusty bread, preparing as much as she could the night before. In addition, she had cleaned up her living room and bathroom. She told herself that it was completely unnecessary to do anything special with her bedroom. He would not be going in there.

“Hi,” Kate says shyly.

Sebastian smiles and holds out a bouquet of asters. “Hi. These are for you.”

She blinks, trying to remember what asters symbolize. Patience. 

“That was completely unnecessary, but thank you.” She takes the flowers out of his hands, inviting him inside. She gestures for him to sit in the living room. “I’ll just put these in water. I’ll be back.”

Sebastian has a moment alone to survey her home again on his own, and he can’t help but feel as though this cozy, green room felt like home. A home he would love to return to every day after work. Patience. Patience.

“Hey, whatever you’re cooking smells amazing!” he shouts out towards the kitchen in a friendly and excited tone.

Kate steps out, smiling. “I hope you like it! It’s… well, kind of an exotic dish from Italy.”

Sebastian grins widely. “I love any kind of adventure.”

She ducks back into the kitchen to make sure it really is ready to go. Plating the food, she carefully sets a dish down by each seat, arranging a napkin, spoon, and fork next to them.

When Sebastian is finally called in, his eyes widen upon seeing the perfect setting arrangements and candles. It feels romantic.

“Is red wine alright? Or would you prefer something else?” she asks, wiping her hands on her apron. She unties the bow in the back and then removes it entirely.

“That’s perfect,” he replies, his eyes trained on her.

Sebastian attempts to avert his eyes, but he can’t help but glance over when she reaches high up for the bottle, taking in her shapely form. He offers to help her reach the bottle, but she refuses. Carefully bringing it to the counter, she uncorks the bottle with a pop, then pours it generously into two wine stems.

Sebastian’s eyes are sparkling and joyful when he offers a toast. “To the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, and sweet hostess, who deserves the entire world and more.” Kate blushes deeply as she clinks her glass to his, not saying a word in stunned silence.

“So… what exactly are we eating?” he asks.

“Oh! It’s pasta with marinara sauce and meatballs. And this is crusty Italian bread. I have a garlic butter spread to accompany it.” She points out everything.

“I’ve heard of all of this but never tried it. I’m sure it’s delicious, Kate.”

In Sebastian’s head, he wonders if this was set up to be a date. It feels romantic - red wine, candlelight, cooking for a sweetheart. 

“I wanted to show you that I’m a good cook,” Kate says, blushing. “The sauce was made from red tomatoes I grew in my garden and canned last year. There are also herbs in it that I harvested from the garden as well.” 

Sebastian takes his first bite. “Oh, gods, this is so delicious…”

Kate beams with pride. “Truly? Oh, I’m so glad! Erm, I didn’t make the pasta myself, though - that’s the only thing I cannot take credit for. I happened upon it recently when a traveling vendor came through town. I was so excited that I bought three pounds of it!” 

“That was lucky for you - but for me as well! I guess I love pasta,” he replies, his mouth full. A moment later, he bites into the garlic buttered bread.

“Do you… like trying new foods? Like from other countries?” Kate asks eagerly.

“Well, I love food in general. I have a bottomless stomach,” he says with a chuckle. “But, yes, I enjoy trying new things.”

“I love exploring new cuisine. I want to travel the world and gather new ingredients everywhere I go. It’s so difficult to find international items in Britain,” she explains. “Not just for cooking, either - baking, too.”

Sebastian nods appreciatively, his mouth filled to the brim as he chews. When he finally swallows, he takes her hand and sincerely says, “Gods, I’ll do any chores you want if it means getting more of your food. And… your company, too.”

Kate inhales, blushing. “I… I very much enjoy your company as well, Sebastian. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Her mind conjures images of domesticity - Sebastian helping her carry groceries home, opening stubborn jars, doing hard work out in the yard, shirtless and sweating, while she cooks and prepares beautiful, gourmet meals and tasty treats for him. She can see them washing dishes side by side, laughing, then reading together on the couch, falling asleep cuddled in bed… It’s getting so much harder for Kate to deny how much she wants all of it. A true companion. Someone to listen to her, someone to hold her at night, someone to share joy and sorrow with. Someone to end the loneliness that has seeped into her bones like a curse. 

And that true companion - her life partner - is not anyone her mother has set her up with. It’s him. It’s Sebastian, and deep down, she knows it. 

But how can she compromise her morals? He’s a dark magic user. And she is anything but. She wouldn’t want her - their - children to grow up idolizing dark wizards. 

Sebastian isn’t what Kate ever pictured when she thought of a man who practiced the dark arts. That is what baffles her most of all: he isn’t a bad person. He once made mistakes - serious mistakes - as a boy, but who he seems to be now, as a man, doesn’t line up with his past actions. She remembers how wounded he looked when she had turned him away nearly a month ago, how he said dejectedly that he’ll always be punished in every way for what he did at 16 years old - practically a decade prior. When she thinks about his face at that moment, his tone, it makes her want to burst into tears. True sadness that could only be ended with her acceptance - her love and care - she’s sure of it. 

Just as she is sure that he could end her loneliness. He would lift her up, challenge her, and encourage her to pursue her dreams until they come true.

Suddenly, Kate realizes she never let go of Sebastian’s hand. He is gently rubbing the back of hers with a finger. His facial expression changes into one that is intent and serious.

“Kate… I…” he begins hesitantly. “I realize you might not want to hear this, but I need you to know… I still love you. Desperately. Gods, I’m desperate for you. I swear, I think of you all day every day. Every moment, I’m counting how much longer it will be until I see you again. You’ve changed my life so much in such a short time. Everything is so much brighter. I have… I have hope again. Kate, I’ll do anything to make you mine. I mean it. Truly, I mean it.”

Kate opens her mouth, knowing she has to tell him that she can’t, but not really wanting to all the same - but he silences her with a finger to her lips.

“Please, don’t say no. Please, Kate,” he begs. “There are things you don’t know about me that I’ve never explained, but I want you to know it all. If you don’t want me after, I… well, I don’t know… but I just need a chance to tell you.”

Kate nods, taking a sip of wine. “Alright.” She sits up, leaning forward with interest but keeping her face neutral. “Go ahead.”

He looks at her for a minute, thinking. “Gods, I don’t even know where to begin… maybe when my parents died…”

“Anne and I had just barely turned ten when it happened. You know, before then, my parents were busy all the time, but we were loved and cared for and wanted for nothing. When Uncle Solomon took us in, that ended. Everything - everything changed. He couldn’t afford to live in my parents’ home in Aranshire, since they still owed money on it. And honestly, it was a huge house with multiple stories - we even had a cellar. Solomon barely had a job. He had gotten fired as an Auror. He didn’t have much choice but to become a simple farmer. We had to move into his tiny cottage at Feldcroft near the fields.  My uncle was forced to take us in, as our only living relative. And he took it out on us every day - but mostly on me. He saw my da in me, and the truth is that they had never gotten on well. So, having to take us in was truly a burden - it reminded him every day of their broken relationship. And we never had breaks from each other. There was no privacy in that house.

“Solomon… he was not good to us. He sold all of our parents’ belongings and valuables, save for just a few heirlooms - and portraits, which weren’t worth any money. He said he had to so that he could take care of our needs and eventually our Hogwarts tuition. We were never spoiled again from that point forward. Anne and I only had necessities  - nothing more. But what we needed, really, was a guardian who cared for us. I needed someone who wouldn’t hit me and yell at me all the time. I needed a protector. But I had to step up and become Anne’s. I took the beatings when Solomon was drunk. And he was drunk often.”

“Gods, Sebastian, that’s awful…” Kate whispered.

“One night, when I was 13, he and I got into an argument over my parents’ money. Solomon had used almost all of it up. It was supposed to be our inheritance when we graduated. But he spent almost all of it on firewhisky and gambling. It was a bad fight. A really bad one. My uncle told me that that was the final straw, and I couldn’t sleep in his house anymore. Kate, I was 13. 13 years old.

“He built a tiny shed and told me that that was my bedroom now. I had no choice but to sleep there whenever we were home from Hogwarts. And honestly, in some ways it was better than being near him, but I froze every night out there, even with warming charms. I always worried about leaving Anne alone with him, but she was alright. She learned how to handle his outbursts without consequence eventually. Unlike me. He just hated me so much for no reason. I never could do anything right. Never. It didn’t matter to my uncle that I earned top marks, that I was on the Quidditch team, that I was the top duelist at Hogwarts - I was always ‘just like my stubborn father.’ As if it was an insult to be like my da.”

“I’m sure your father was lovely, if you truly are like him, Sebastian,” Kate whispered, stroking his hand soothingly. “I know it.”

Sebastian seemed to tear up a little. This was hard to talk about; he hadn’t let any of this out for nearly a decade, and here was this wonderful woman - the one he loved - comforting him, truly listening to him. “Thank you. He- he really was a great man. I hope I can live up to him someday. I admired him so much.”

Kate squeezed his hand, and he continued. 

“My uncle was typically awful to us, but I have to be fair and say he had some nice moments. He took in our friend, Ominis, during the summers so that he wouldn’t have to go back to his abusive family. Ironic, right? But Ominis’ family was worse. Anyway, Solomon never did anything too crazy when he was around. Anne and I were thankful for that. And my uncle did help us practice spells. I think that’s how I became so good at dueling.” Sebastian smirked a little. “I was once the top duelist at school.”

“In the spring during our fourth year, something awful happened. We were at home for the break. In the middle of the night, there was screaming and shouting outside. Anne ran out of the house to see what was going on and if she could help. It was a disaster. Feldcroft was under attack. Before my uncle and I could catch her, she was already fighting goblins and dark wizards in the hamlet. We had to as well. But then we heard Anne. She was screaming and rolling on the ground in pain. From that day forward, she was never the same. She had been cursed. The way that it worked was that whenever she felt any strong emotion, she would fall into a bout of pure suffering.

“Solomon took her to St. Mungo’s. The healers said there was no cure, so he gave up. But I couldn’t bear to see Anne in pain like that. I mean, everything has to have a cure. Everything. I made it my goal to find it so that Anne could come back to school. That led to many incidents in which I had to sneak into the restricted section. Merlin’s beard, Madam Scribner hated me so much. Every time I was caught, she sent an owl straight to my uncle, which always made things at home so much worse. He kept telling me to leave things be, but I couldn’t. Anne was my twin, and I couldn’t let her suffer. It hurt me to see her in such a state. Before the curse, she was always cheerful, funny, even mischievous - and she had become withdrawn and quiet - as though she had resigned herself to agony. I just couldn’t let it be.

“Anyway, nothing I did seemed to work. I finally came to the conclusion that I had to try something new. I decided to fight fire with fire - to try to use dark magic to break a dark curse. But it got out of control quickly. Rather, the truth was that I was out of control, and I wouldn’t listen to Ominis or our good friend, Ruby. The two of them followed me one day deep in the Feldcroft catacombs with a dark relic that, I now believe, had been influencing me for some time. My uncle arrived shortly after, too. He saw what I was doing. I had raised Inferi and was planning to make a dark sacrifice so that Anne could live again. But Solomon attacked me over and over. He even used Fiendfyre, Kate. He was going to kill me. I could see it in his eyes. So, I defended myself - but in the worst way possible. I used the killing curse.

“In an instant, Solomon was dead. Afterward, Anne wouldn’t speak to me and simply disappeared. I never saw her again. In Azkaban, I was told that she died, alone and in terrible pain. In the end, not only could I not save her, but, in fact, I made everything worse. When Anne lost our uncle, she lost her guardian - her caregiver, and I don’t understand how she got by with no money and no help. All I know is that two days after I killed Solomon, aurors showed up at Hogwarts and took me away. I stood before the Wizengamot, with my friends in the audience, as they questioned me and debated my fate. I’ll never forget the expression on Ominis’ face when they gave me a life sentence. He was shocked - absolutely horrified.

Kate had been silently taking it all in. “I understand that what you did was unacceptable, but… a life sentence for a teenage boy is very harsh,” she whispered. 

“You have no idea, Kate. No idea how brutal it is in Azkaban. I honestly… I don’t want to talk about it right now. I might tell you someday, but I’m not ready.” Sebastian shakes his head. “It’s far too painful.”

There is a heavy silence. Sebastian still wants to tell Kate more, but he wants to give her a chance to process it and ask questions.

“So… Sebastian, if dark magic basically ruined your life, why do you still use it? I don’t understand…” she asks.

The question is clearly a painful one. “In Azkaban, I… I don’t want to explain it, but I had to use it to defend myself. I promise, Kate… I will tell you someday.” It seems as though he could say more but is choosing specifically not to.

“And what about now?” Kate refuses to give him an inch on the subject. Her tone is firm. “If you really want me like you say you do, don’t you dare dodge the question.”

Sebastian shifts in his seat uncomfortably. “I can’t tell you much. It’s Ministry business. If I share anything with you, you must swear to complete secrecy. It would endanger wizardkind and me if the information got into the wrong hands.”

Kate’s eyes widen at hearing this unexpected answer. “Sebastian, you can trust me. I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

He sighs. “As you know, I was supposed to serve a life sentence in Azkaban. I would still be there now if not for the… the Kelpies.”

“The Kelpies?” Kate asks in a panicked whisper. “Do you mean the Kelpies? The dark wizards terrorizing Britain?”

“Yes, the very same. They conducted a successful jail break when I was in Azkaban. I was 21. That’s how they rose to power again - by getting their most important members back. I wasn’t one of them, but they offered their help to get me out … if I would join them,” Sebastian explains. He sees the alarmed look on her face. “Kate, I would have died in Azkaban had I not accepted. I had no choice. No choice. For years, I followed them, doing what they asked of me. It was awful. Gods, absolutely awful. But I couldn’t get away, and to stay in their favor, I had to do terrible things. Unforgivable things.

“Eventually, the Ministry caught up to me about two and a half years later. They were going to take me right back to Azkaban, but then, a plan was concocted. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement had been working for years to apprehend the Kelpies with little success. I became their spy - a double-agent. To remain safe and complete the job, I have no choice but to continue to practice dark magic. So… I can’t just quit like you want me to. Otherwise, the Kelpies will kill me without a second thought. I’m not officially one of them yet, but they’re about ready to initiate me. It involves becoming an animagus - a black horse - you know, a Kelpie. But I don’t want it. And I have a plan to put them off.”

Kate sucks in a breath, her mind spinning.

“I won’t lie to you, though. I am still fascinated with the dark arts. I find the history of dark wizards fascinating. I enjoy learning about all of it but not using it anymore,” Sebastian admits openly. “Kate, there’s much more to explain. I am willing to tell you everything in the future, if you’ll give me an opportunity to be in yours. I… I would do anything to be part of your future, Kate. Truly.”

A long silence takes hold.

“I… I need time to think more clearly,” Kate answers after a minute. “This is… a lot to process.”

Sebastian nods, smiling slightly. Her answer isn’t no, and that is a win. “That’s fine. That’s fine, Kate.”

Eventually, the topic of conversation lightens. Sebastian helps Kate to clear the table and clean the dishes. At the sink, she handles the soap, and next to her, he dries with a towel. 

Five minutes later, just as they are wrapping up, Sebastian starts laughing.

“What?” Kate asks him, confused.

“I, uh, think you might have some soap on your nose,” he replies, still laughing.

Sebastian reaches towards Kate’s face. His fingers brush the bubbles away, but they linger on her cheek. He tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear as she blushes.

When they finish with the cleaning, Kate reveals that she has also made dessert.

“Really?!” he asks, his eyes bulging.

She nods with a chuckle. “Really.”

Kate has Sebastian sit. She warms up some hot chocolate in mugs, then places a tray of biscuits on the table.

“Have you ever tried biscotti?” she asks. “They’re Italian cookies. These have almonds in them. They’re meant to be served with coffee or another hot beverage that they could potentially be dipped into.”

“No, I’ve never tried those…” 

“Be my guest, then.” She gestures for him to take some.

Kate is amazed when, five minutes later, Sebastian has eaten half of the cookies on the tray and downed his entire mug. It appears that he has an enormous sweet tooth, which couldn’t be more perfect for someone who loves to bake.

“Shall I send some home with you?” Kate asks, giggling. “I have more. You could take them.”

He nods eagerly, and she is happy to oblige.

When they finally say goodbye that night, Kate hands him a cloth bag filled with the biscotti, but Sebastian lingers at the door. 

“Kate… I mean everything I said tonight. I never want to leave you. I don’t even want to leave you now. Not at all,” he whispers, caressing her cheek. “I want to be here for you all the time. I could… I- I could be your protector…”

She turns red and tries to change the tone, laughing awkwardly. “Sebastian, I don’t need a protector. This is Hogsmeade. What on Earth could possibly happen here?” Suddenly, hilarious images fill her head. “What are you going to protect me from? A puffskein that escaped from Brood and Peck? An annoying traveling vendor who just will not give up on selling some junk to me? Buying too many sweets at Honeydukes?” Now she’s really laughing.

He smiles widely. “All of the above, sunshine. And more.” 

There’s a period of quiet again.

Kate hesitates, then finally says, “Sebastian, I need some time to think, but… I want to see more of you. I do.”

Sebastian takes her hand, kissing it eagerly. “Kate… could I ask you for something?”

Her head tilts. “What is it?”

“Stop seeing those other men your mum sets you up with,” he pleads. “See only me. Kate, I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

Kate smiles weakly. “I can’t break what I’ve already committed to, but perhaps I can put off more arranged dates in the future. Perhaps.”

Sebastian kisses her cheek sweetly. Then, he whispers in her ear, “I love you, Kate. I love you. I swear, if you choose me, I will dedicate my entire life to you. I would be the happiest wizard in the world.”

They gaze at each other with love in their eyes. She can’t hide it much anymore.

“Saturday. Let’s meet again on Saturday,” Kate suggests. 

“Yes. And every day after that, if you’ll allow it.” Sebastian smiles widely. “Sorry, I know I’m pushing too much, but I can’t help it. I’ll go now. Goodbye, my love.”

“Good night, Sebastian,” Kate whispers sweetly, kissing his cheek. “Be safe.”

Sebastian doesn’t sleep at all the rest of the night. It finally seems that the pieces are coming together. He dares to hope.

[midwestmade29]

Christian Cage Head Canon 💭

I think this is considered a head canon, but please correct me if I’m wrong! (I do feel like some of this would be true with Jay being Jay and not Christian 🫢 I think I may have blurred the two 😳) But this is the shit my brain comes up with randomly and I wanted to share 😂

Spice level:🌶️

Word count: 704 So, picture this:

You and Christian LOVE to play small pranks on each other. At home, on the road, on the phone, at an arena…anywhere possible. You both love to mess with each other and push each other’s buttons a little.

You both are always laughing together. Doing whatever you can (no matter how silly or crazy) to make the other crack up. From jokes, sarcasm, getting one another in your most ticklish parts, puns, wearing something completely ridiculous, singing horribly to songs in the car, making crazy faces at each other, etc. The laughter is something that makes both your hearts ridiculously happy.

You love dancing together. Favorite types are dancing crazily in the kitchen while fixing dinner or cleaning up the dishes, slow dancing and holding each other close at a wedding or a party, in the car when your favorite songs come on, in the candlelight at home in your living room, and of course dancing in the sheets 😉

Physical touch is both of your love languages. Holding hands, wrapping your arms around the other from behind, a quick peck on the cheek, resting your head on his shoulder, cuddling on the couch while watching a show or movie (let’s be real though, probably a hockey game 😂), his hand on your thigh while he drives, when you embrace and it still doesn’t feel like it’s close enough, him helping you unzip your dress while letting his fingers graze your skin in the process, you helping him fix his tie because it’s usually crooked, forehead kisses, a little smack on the ass when either of you pass by one another.

You’re each other’s home. When you’re a part, you feel like a chunk of you is missing. The days while he’s away for AEW seem to drag on and make you anxious for him to come back to you. Whenever you’re together all feels right with the world and there’s an overwhelming sense of comfort and peace that fills your soul. Sitting silently next to each other while you read a book and he watches tv doesn’t bother either of you one bit, because just being near each other is enough. “Home is wherever I am with you.” 🖤

You support each other immensely. Whatever goal, dream or aspiration either of you have, you’re both in each other’s corners cheering for each other louder than anyone else. It doesn’t matter if either of you are successful in your endeavors or fall flat on your face, you lift one another up and kiss the pain away if something didn’t go the way it was planned.

You’re both extremely competitive. You like to challenge each other in just about anything! Trivia on any subject, googling something to prove you’re right/correct, board/video games, who can buckle their seatbelt the fastest, a staring contest, rock/paper/scissors, anything to one up the other, but playfully. Sometimes egos can get bruised, but you both get over a loss eventually. (By kissing and making of of course!)

Neither of you are afraid to be your true selves around each other. The good, the bad, the ugly, you accept and love every flaw. Showing emotion and speaking freely about anything/everything just comes naturally for you two. From morning breath, reciting every word while watching a favorite movie, beard trimmings all over the bathroom counter/sink, leaving hair in the shower drain, snoring, forgetting to replace the toilet paper roll, stealing all the covers when you’re sleeping, being indecisive about dinner, burping or farting loudly, leaving dirty clothes everywhere, putting your cold feet on them, …you two embrace it ALL.

Your intimate relationship is always burning hot, hot, hot 🔥 Intense physical attraction, skin on skin, hands roaming everywhere, lips constantly on each other, love bites and secret hickeys, he makes you forget about any insecurities you might have, mutual trust when trying new things or exploring, you both have healthy appetites 😏, laying naked together and falling asleep that way after sex, passion always on the forefront, empowering and encouraging one another when something feels good, not afraid to take things outside of the bedroom, intense, romantic, sensual, fun and exciting, dirty talk, (you both are very vocal 😏), a deep soul connection.

WOW, okay…that was waaaay longer than I meant it to be but it felt right so I kept rolling with it 😂 Obviously Mr. Cage/Reso has me feeling some type of way 🫠

[obsessivepaladin]

Wooooo! I finally got around to writing again! I’ve missed it!

Anyhoo, I’ve started writing a fanfic for Dragon Age, and the first chapter’s out on all the websites I post on. I’m leaving a link for the Ao3 version here, and I’m also posting it here, under the cut.

Here's a little description:

Up to this point in her life, things have not exactly been going her way. The girl couldn't catch a break in Ferelden, and there's no way she'll catch a break in Kirkwall. She knows better than to hope for too much, because her sister is Marian Hawke, and Marian always manages to attract trouble. Nevertheless, this young woman plans to live her life the way she wants. She doesn't care if the Maker put her there for a reason, and the Maker can suck it. She'll smile, she'll wave a dagger around, and she'll put one foot in front of the other until she can breathe without causing some war or another. Elizabeth "Eliza" Hawke's first goal is to survive the Templars, and then she'll move on to do what she can: her fucking best, damn it.

This fic will follow the storylines of Dragon Age II and Dragon Age: Inquisition with mention of events that took place in Dragon Age: Origins. There may be DLC content as well, and I'll try to mark it as I realize I'm using it. Also, as this fic is written, I'll post pictures of the Dragon Age Keep tapestry for the world state. I'm writing as I go and kind of planning as I go, so I might be making changes and editing as I go, too. Hopefully, it won't be anything too big, but I'll let you guys know if I make any major changes! I have a broad plan in place right now, and I'm hoping it turns out as well as it's going in my head… 😂

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

9:40 Dragon || Kirkwall || Family Residence

Getting dragged through the halls of your own home is not an overly entertaining activity. It certainly doesn’t help when those dragging you are not family or friends, but unknown, armed soldiers. Each one had the image of a sun on their armor, and Elizabeth was more than aware of what this meant for her and her family. So, if she wasn’t being a total smartass, she kept her mouth shut. Whatever these people wanted to know, she wasn’t going to tell them. Someone’s happiness, freedom, and possibly life hung in the balance; she was willing to deal with a little late-night interrogation to make sure they left her big sister alone.

“Could I at least have the chance to change?�� She asked with a sigh. “It’s the ass-crack of dawn, and I’m not exactly dressed to see the Seeker, you know?”

The men gripping her arms had been listening to similar comments for a while already, and they knew nothing they said would get her to stop, so they didn’t answer.

“Personally,” The woman continued, scrambling to keep up with the men’s long strides. “I’d rather not be stuck in an interrogation without my smallclothes.”

One of the men stumbled, causing the shorter woman to laugh.

“You really didn’t notice?” She asked. “How did you not notice? I mean, I know I’m a founding member of the Itty-bitty Titty Commity, but are they really that small? Ouch, way to hurt a woman’s pride, boys…”

The other man groaned, gripping her arm a bit tighter. “Maker’s breath, woman! Would you please —”

“Shut up?” she finished. “Hell no! You, again, forcefully dragged me out of my bed at the ass-crack of dawn! I don’t know you, I’m being interrogated without being told what for, I’m being forced into this without my undergarments — kind of embarassing, by the way — and I’m fucking tired. I’ll talk as much as I damn well please! Besides, I’m hilarious.”

Conversation between the three took a break as they approached the next room. There was light in there, and Elizabeth, for one, wanted to see the Seeker that had the audacity to break into her house like this. Then, to her surprise, she heard a grunt downstairs. She clenched her jaw, and she listened.

“I’ve had gentler invitations…”

Elizabeth turned to look at the men next to her, her eyebrows furrowed. “That better not be who I think it is.”

Then, they walked through the door. As the three approached the stairs, she could see that a stone chair had been moved to the center of the foyer. A certain blonde dwarf was sitting there, gently rubbing his nose. She wasn’t sure whether she should be a smartass and smirk at the lone dwarf, or glare at the men who had started to drag her down the steps. Clinging to the familiar, she chose the first.

“Varric Tethras!” She paused for a moment, making sure her feet landed flat on the ground as they reached the ground floor.

Then, her baby blues met a set of hazel eyes. “It’s about time you showed up!”

She watched the flurry of emotions and thoughts flash in his eyes. Then, as quickly as it started, it ended.

He smirked right back at her. “What can I say? I had to make a good entrance.”

The two men pulled her to a stop, but they didn’t let her go. The three stood just to the left of Varric, next to the wall, and the men continued to keep their strong grips on Elizabeth’s arms. She tried not to give away how nervous she was.

She tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Fashionably late? I’d say that trope is a bit cliche, wouldn’t you?”

The man on her left gave her arm a firm squeeze, and she winced. Varric’s smile fell.

Elizabeth glared up at the man, giving him a well-earned raspberry. Needless to say, he was not amused. He snarled as she continued to stick her tongue out at him, and he used his other hand to wipe the spit from his face.

Varric, meanwhile, glanced around the room. Nothing had been touched. Well, except for Elizabeth and himself.

“So,” He turned to look in front of him at the sound of footsteps. “Who do we have to thank for the housecall?”

When a dark-haired woman walked through the nearest door, Elizabeth stuck her tongue back where it belonged. She gave the stranger her full attention.

“I am Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of the Chantry.”

The woman, Cassandra, glanced at the men holding Elizabeth back. She nodded her head to the door behind her, and they let go. She didn’t even wait for the men to make it out of the room; Elizabeth instantly moved to Varric’s side, rubbing her upper arms softly.

“And, just…” Varric chuckled, never taking his eyes off Cassandra. “… what are you seeking?”

He tapped the side of Elizabeth’s knee. She sat on the arm of his chair. Cassandra rose an eyebrow at the action, but she had more important things to discuss.

“The Champion.” Cassandra answered.

Varric examined his fingernails with a hum. Elizabeth took one of his hands in her own and took a calming breath.

She met Cassandra’s hard gaze with ease as Varric asked, “Which one?”

She nodded in agreement. “Sorry, Cass, you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that.”

When the Seeker snarled and started stomping towards the two, Varric instinctually scooted farther back in his seat, and Elizabeth did the same, gripping his hand tighter.

“You know exactly why I’m here!” Cassandra shouted.

She grabbed a book from a nearby table as she walked, and she threw it at them. It had already been open and, after smacking Varric in the face, it fell onto his lap with the same pages pointing upwards.

The instant that Cassandra reached for her dagger, Elizabeth’s hand slipped into her opposite sleeve. Cassandra pointed her blade at Varric’s neck. Elizabeth stood up, and she held a small, smooth, polished stick at Cassandra’s face. Elizabeth’s face had dropped into a glare, and the stick she held began to spark with strands of electricity.

“You touch him, and you’re leaving this house in an urn.” Elizabeth’s knuckles began to turn white. “Or maybe a bucket. I’m not picky, Seeker.”

The women stared each other down for a moment. Then, Cassandra growled. She flipped her blade away from Varric’s throat and stabbed it through the book in his lap.

“Time to start talking, dwarf…”

She glanced at Elizabeth. “… Miss Hawke.”

She took a few steps back, crossing her arms. “They tell me the two of you are good at it.”

Elizabeth kept her glare, watching as Cassandra leaned back against the far wall. Only when Varric gave her hand a gentle squeeze did she lower her weapon. She slowly lowered herself back onto the arm of Varric’s chair, and she turned to the book in his lap.

“Well…”

She pulled the dagger from the book as Varric chuckled awkwardly.

“What do you want to know?” He asked.

“Everything.” Cassandra demanded. “Start at the beginning.”

Then, after heaving a sigh, Varric started narrating.

Elizabeth knew the story by heart; she’d been told the story, she’d read the story, and she’d heard it at the Hanged Man so many times before.

Lothering was overrun with darkspawn, it was burning, and you could smell the smoke from miles away. The eldest Hawke was battle-ready, staff in hand. The younger Hawkes, the triplets, were the same, one with a sword, one with a staff, one with a pair of daggers and a little stick that she called a “wand.” They fought hard, slaying every monster in sight. “We can’t keep this up forever.” One of the triplets, Bethany, said. “Neither can they.” The eldest sister, Marian, replied. “Then we fight.” The eldest triplet, Carver, declared. “Maybe we’ll get lucky,” The youngest triplet, little Eliza, chuckled. “and they’ll run out of darkspawn!” Fire and ice flew from the tips of staffs. Darkspawn blood coated Carver’s blade. Elizabeth used her wand to disappear from view, slashing at her enemies from behind. Then, the ogre came. In almost no time at all, the triplets brought it to its knees. Then, Marian used her mage abilities to rip the foul creature in half. But their troubles weren’t over. Carver sagged a bit, short on breath. “There’s no end to them…” Then, the dragon appeared.

Just as the tale of the Hawkes’ escape from Lothering was reaching its climax, Cassandra interrupted it with a wave of her hand.

“Bullshit!” She declared. “That’s not what really happened.”

Elizabeth just hummed, and Varric shook his head.

“Does that not match the story you’ve heard, Seeker?” He asked.

The woman shook her head and began to pace. “I am not interested in stories. I came to hear the truth.”

Varric snorted, sitting up from his slouched position. “What makes you think I know the truth?”

“Don’t lie to me!” She shouted, pointing a finger at the duo. “You knew her even before she became the Champion!”

Then, Cassandra jabbed a finger into Elizabeth’s chest. “And you, you’re her baby sister!”

“Even if I did…” Varric slowly, softly, pushed the Seeker’s arm away from Elizabeth. “… and even if she is, we don’t know where she is now.”

Cassandra shook her head, turning around and pressing her fingers to her forehead.

“Do you have any idea what’s at stake here?” Her voice sounded almost tired.

“Let me guess.” Varric began. “Your precious Chantry’s fallen to pieces and put the entire world on the brink of war?”

She turned back to look at the dwarf, her face hard.

“And you need the one person who could help you put it back together.” He finished.

Cassandra began pacing again, her eyes never wandering. “The Champion was at the heart of it when it all began. If you can’t point me to her, tell me everything you know.”

Varric leaned forward, resting one arm on a knee and absentmindedly rubbing Elizabeth’s knuckles with his other hand. “You aren’t worried I’ll just make it up as I go?”

“Not at all.” Cassandra’s reply was instant.

Cassandra’s gaze flicked between the eyes of the two in the chair. Elizabeth’s and Varric’s were glued to the Seeker’s. After a few moments, Elizabeth sighed and looked down at Varric. The dwarf nodded, and the two leaned onto the back of the chair.

“You’ll need to hear the whole story.”

[mountttmase]

AND NOW AMTC 2 CHAPTER 1🥹

MASON POV, SCREAMING HARD

There you were outside his door, dressed up like you’d been out somewhere but his first thought was that you were waiting for him specifically. He’d heard stories about girls sneaking into hotels to try and find players, figuring maybe you’d slipped through the cracks but the longer he looked at you the more he realised you didn’t seem like the type. THE FACT HE THOUGHT SHE WAS A CRAZY FAN😭😂

Fuck, she’s pretty, the voice in his head told him and he gulped lightly before shaking the thoughts from his brain. ‘I’m heading there myself, I’ll show you’ he said quietly. Turning around to lock up his room before making his way down towards the lift. HE IS ALREADY AT HER FEETS

A light knock on the door made Masons head snap up and even though he had no idea who might be on the other side, he let whoever it was know it was fine to come in. The sight of your head popping around the door sent Masons heart a flutter and he couldn’t help but smile as you stepped inside the room. OMG I'M CRYING

THE GUYS MSKING FUN OF HIMMMM

The fact you’d been dragged away for most of the night drove him insane so when he finally got the chance to be around you his mind had gone blank. Only asking if you were okay or needed anything to which he’d internally cringed at for not being able to make proper conversation with you. But getting to sit next to you did have it’s advantages and even though he felt like his heart was in his throat, he built up the courage to put his arm around you properly when you leaned into him, feeling satisfied when he felt you relax as his thumb stroked over your shoulder absently. AND THE FACT THAT HE WAS JUST OVERWHELMED ABOUT HAVING HER AROUND AND SHE WAS PANICKING CAUSE HE WAS NOT TALKING TO HER😭

‘Why was he feeling you?’ Mason asked, wishing he could stuff the words back into his mouth as soon as they’d come out as he knew how pathetic he sounded but if you were going to be wearing anyones clothes tonight he wanted them to be his, not Bens. He watched you let out a small breath before stumbling over to sit next to him on the bed and he willed himself to relax and be normal. THE JEALOUSY 😭😂

ALL THAT NIGHT WAS MY EVERYTHING, AND THE COOKIES, NOT THE ORIGINAL ONES, MADE THEIR FIRST APPEARANCE

Waking up next to you had felt like a dream, but trying to fall asleep next to you had been a nightmare. Not because of anything you’d done, you were an angel who’d fallen asleep pretty quickly but Mason was petrified about waking you up or disturbing you in any way so he laid stiff as a board as you slept. OH BOY🥹

He couldn’t stop looking at you though, the way you breathed so softly and sweetly, the way your brows were ever so slightly creased in the middle and the cute purse of your lips was making his head spin. All he could think about was how lucky he was that he was the one to see you like this and he spent longer than he should of watching you. Wondering what your skin would feel like under his lips, what your hair would feel like as his fingers ran through it. You overwhelmed him and it had felt like a step in the right direction so to have your mood change so drastically the next morning had puzzled him slightly. AND THAT'S GOING TO BE THE THING HE SEES AS SOON AS HE WAKES UP EVERYDAY OF IS LIFE SOON...😭😭😭

THE FACT THAT THEY ALREADY STARTED HAVING THE IMPORTANT CHATS LAYING DOWN😭😭😭😭😭I LOVE THEM

THE KISS, AND HIM BEING HESITANT CAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO SCARE AND RUIN THINGS WITH HER

THEIR FIRST TIME, HIM BEING OVERWHELMED AND FREEZING FOR A BIT

HER LEAVING AND HIM CRYING OUT AT BEN

SHE IS HERE TO TALK AND SOLVE THINGS WITH HER MAN🤭🥹

I NEED MORE MASON POVS IN FIC

MUM AND DAD LOVE EACH OTHER AND I LOVE THEM🤭🥹🌺🩷

I actually really liked writing from masons pov I might try and incorporate him a bit more cause it’s fun to see what he’s thinking 🙊

They came such a long way 🥺

[jooniperbonsai]

I love these prompts and how everyone always has an answer prepared 😂.

I think for my date with Joon, I would personally avoid museums as the first date and that’s mostly because while I love them I both have worked in art museums/currently work in arts administration, and I want to level the playing field without him and I trying to one-up each other on what we know 😂. I’m really stubborn too and a huge bratty smarty pants which can be really fun and hot I’m sure but on the first date idk if dude will be able to tolerate putting me in my place yet.

I would probably wear my chucks with a dress and t-shirt and my tote bag and Jean jacket and I would load up my bag with snacks and a notebook and poetry book and I’d just want us to go for a walk somewhere kind of quiet where we could be distracted by the flowering buds or trying to identify what kind of plant something is and giggle while eating snacks and sharing ideas and life philosophies.

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With Jin, I’d definitely want to go play tennis and let him kick my ass as I bicker with him and he mocks me like “I thought you said you were the mpv of your high school team” and then I’ll huff and remind him how old we are and we will eventually just put on our loose comfy clothes and go get really good food since we worked up an appetite

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Yoongi, I feel like I would also need to keep him somewhere quiet so he doesn’t feel like a deer caught in headlights. He’s so private about things but also he and I need to be in a room for five minutes and suddenly the pages of Wikipedia he has memorized in an adhd hyperfixation needs to come forth and then we are just back and forth info dumping. So I could see us going to a tea house or like a nice restaurant but our food is cold and we are just drinking water or he’s drinking his whisky and I’m drinking my silly fruity little drink and am all flushed and going “omg did you knowwwww” until the place closes lol. And I think I would also be dressed down around him too? I could see us in t shirts and jeans and baggy sweaters and then being like “hey we forgot to eat let’s pound this down and then go somewhere else to finish our conversation” and next thing I know the sun is coming up.

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Hobi I feel like I would love to do one of those brunch dates in a cool neighborhood where we start off getting coffee and cruffles or whatever viral food is out there and then afterward letting the day take us places whether it’s exploring fun places like shops or small art galleries with obscure abstract art that we can just look at and go ah hmmm cool! I would probably be dressed a little more fun that day, putting on some loud colored coat but professional pants and doing my makeup all fun.

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Jimin I would start the date with at a bookstore and end at a barcade. Getting a mixture of quiet, more tender opportunities to spend time together before opening up with lots of giggles and some healthy competition for skee ball. I could see us trying really hard to win each other prizes with the crane games or tickets, us ending up holding the other’s drink while we shout at the machines and then ending the night with shared custody of the one plushie we won. For that I am purposely not wearing a coat. He will give me his so I don’t get sick 😈

Alternatively I also want to take a pole class so he and I can do that and then I can basically just watch him do it while I suffer.

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Taehyung and I are going to a classic movie screening like Casablanca or the Philadelphia story. We will leave quoting lines or trying to do a transatlantic accent. I’m from a family that loves golden age Hollywood which he tries to emulate a lot so it would be really fun and refresh its to play into that for a day. I could also see us doing a swing dance lesson and because I have two left feet he’s trying to throw me around on the dance floor but he’s so good at it that he’s having the time of his life. We can end the night with dinner and drinks at a piano bar, which he will be slightly disappointed by when it’s not just jazz but also I’m sure he will find it super fun. This would be the time I really enjoy getting glammed up for. It really leans into the classic ideas of formal dates and that can be nice

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Jungkook and I are going to one of those places that has mini golf and ropes courses and go karts. We are going to be head to head in competition and the sore loser has to buy the other one snacks from the concession stand. And then we will go drive somewhere to eat our snacks and watch the sunset together and talk more about things. I could see myself in one of my mesh tops but making it casual with ripped jeans, just something to remind him of my great boobs while we are being bros 😂.

we haven’t talked in a while and that’s on me so i’ve come with a question that just popped into the dome, one of the tannies asks you out on a date, it’s your first one, where you going and more importantly what are you wearing??? 🎤 the floor is yours

i’m literally about to head out the door but i had to ask this before i left i will expose myself when i get back so be thinking about it while im gone!!!!!!!!