#and we had to go dress shopping for the wedding and she kept on being like

[twilve]

remember that one time i visited my family and for some reason my mom was particularly meaner to me than usual? like what the fuck was up with that? just that one summer, she was like 40% meaner and kept on lowkey calling me fat

[yeonzzzn]

🌷rose petals: park jongseong

part two of the no limits duology / the limits series

pairing: jay x afab!reader word count: 10.8k

synopsis: life with jay (along with his four roommates and his nice) couldn’t be better. it was everything you wished for and more, even if the apartment is always in chaos. as your relationship runs deeper, jay is stuck between some important decisions.

genre: established relationship, uncle!jay, blonde!jay, restaurant owner!jay, flower shop owner!reader, smut

warnings: swearing, alcohol, overprotective jay, multiple unprotected sex scenes, breeding kink, daddy kink, semi public sex in a bathroom, dry humping, fingering, hair pulling, MINORS DNI!!!

✰ this is a spin-off to the main series, please read off limits / part one to this spin-off before reading this one. they are tagged under the title ✰

•·.·no limits spotify playlist'·.·•

“Shhh!!” Jay hissed, covering his hand over your mouth, “You need to be quiet!” Jay halted his movement, pressing his cock as deep as it could go while kissing your cervix, “You need to be quiet for daddy, ya?” 

You nodded your head, slipping your tongue into his palm and licking over towards his fingers. 

He quietly moaned, pinching your tongue between his fingers and then shoving them into your mouth, “Suck,” he demanded, letting out another quiet moan at the feeling of your mouth wrapping perfectly around his fingers. 

Jay was so close to cumming, wanting nothing more than to shoot his load into you, to breed the fuck out of your pretty pussy. How could he not want that? Not when you look so sexy in this pretty blue dress of yours. If this dress wasn’t for his sister's wedding, he’d be tearing it into pieces. 

Jay took a handful of your hair and pulled you off the bathroom counter he had you bent over against, keeping your back pressed tightly to his chest as he fucked into you harder and faster, his lips connecting to your ear, “Gonna cum so deep in this cunt. Breed the hell out of it. It’s mine. All mine.” 

You kept sucking on his fingers, your free hand gripping the counter in front of you, holding on for dear life as your boyfriend’s thrusts got sloppy, his breaths becoming uneven as he chased after his orgasm. 

“I’m cumming,” he breathed out, his hand in your hair falling to your breast, tightly squeezing, “Oh fuck I’m cumming baby.” One final thrust, and his seed painted your walls white, making it the perfect painting. 

Jay bent you back over the counter, continuing his slow thrusts to ride out his high, using your cunt to milk him completely. Once he had his fill, he slowly pulled out and pulled down your dress, giving your ass a quick squeeze before readjusting his pants. 

You stood up straight as best as you could, fixing your hair in the mirror, “Seongie, you better be lucky you didn’t mess up my hair too much.” 

Jay smirked, pressing his chest against your back, leaning his head on your shoulder, “Better watch that tone, I’ll fuck you up so hard back at your apartment tonight.” 

You roll your eyes playfully and lean back into him, loving the way he instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, “It wouldn’t be me to beat your ass for messing up my hair, it would be your sister.” 

Jay laughed, “Yeah, she would,” Jay twisted you around to face him, his gentle hands pushing your hair behind your ears, “You’re so beautiful.” 

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a quick kiss, “We should be going.” 

He nodded, “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, “Let’s go watch my baby sister get married to my best friend.” 

To say Jay was a mess during the wedding would be an understatement. He stood to Jake’s left as his best man, with Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Shotaro to the left of him, while you being the maid of honor and standing off to his sister’s right, with some of her old college friends to your right. 

It was a beautiful wedding, and it took Sunghoon everything to hold Jay back once Jake and __ had their first kiss as husband and wife. Jay will always be that protective big brother through and through. Once their first kiss was over, little Hwa jumped off her grandmother's lap and rushed over to her parents, arms stretched out and her giggles filling the venue. Jay almost crumbled to the floor at how adorable his niece was. 

After the venue cleared out and all the wedding photos were taken, it was time for the reception. 

“Ughhhh” Jake groaned, shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth, “This food is so fucking good.” 

Jay raised a brow, “Yeah because my restaurant catered your wedding? Obviously, the food is going to be good.” 

Jake was too much in heaven with the food orgasm he was having to worry about making a smart remark to his best friend and just kept chewing away at his food. 

__ crossed her arms over her chest, watching her new husband, “Maybe you should have married my brother instead by the way you’re eating his food.” 

Jay chuckled and pulled you closer to him, “Nah you can keep him stinks.” 

Jake swallowed the food and set the plate down, smiling so brightly at his wife, “Baby, I promise to eat you out so good later tonight don’t you worry.” 

“Dude,” Heeseung said, scrunching his nose, “I don’t want to know about the sexual activities that are going to take place tonight.” 

“Agreed,” Sunghoon, who was also scrunching his nose, said as he raised his beer bottle to his lips, “Thank god we don’t have to listen to it tonight.” 

Jake flipped each of his friends off but then landed his eyes on Jay and you, pointing his index finger at the two of you, “You guys act like you’re safe with these two will more than likely be doing the exact same thing.” 

Jay swatted Jake’s pointer finger away, “I’m staying at her apartment tonight, you lot won’t be hearing shit from us tonight.” 

Heeseung and Sunghoon quickly high-fived at the fact of having the apartment alone for once. Jake’s parents will be having Hwa at their house tonight, so Heeseung and Sunghoon will definitely have the apartment to themselves. 

You smiled at your friends, watching how each of them now trailed off into different conversations. Watching how Jay kept picking fun at Jake, and __ picking fun at her brother. Heeseung and Sunghoon eventually joined in, the five of them showing and proving once more that some friendships won’t ever end. 

It made you want to cry, not out of sadness, but pure happiness. They all grew up together and it warms your heart knowing that they all were soulmates in this life and probably every life after this one. 

Sunghoon took a quick glance at you, “Hey, YN!” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “Why are you standing alone, come over here!” 

Jake and __ both reached a hand out to grab both your wrists, “You’re very much a part of this family,” Jake said, giving you a wink and looking over at Jay as they pulled you into the circle, “No need to be standing by yourself.” 

“Exactly!” __ said in agreement. Heeseung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and Sunghoon stood behind you where you and Heeseung connected and pulled the two of you closer to him with his arms around you both. 

“You’re with our Jonggie,” Heeseung teased, “Hwa calls you her aunt, you’re in this family whether you like it or not.” 

You smiled at each of them, giving a nod. Words couldn’t describe how loved you felt at this moment. Jay couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving how big your smile was and loving how much his friends—his family—adored you. “Okay, okay!” he finally spoke up, shooting Heeseung and Sunghoon off you, “Lemme have my girlfriend.” 

Jay pulled you to him and into a kiss. The sounds of everyone around the two of you making fake gagging noises, “Nah, I don’t wanna hear it!” Jay said, trying to act annoyed but his smile being the tell-all, “Not when Jake can’t keep his lips off my baby sister!” 

More banter started up, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

The reception finally came to an end and it was time to see off the bride and groom, which Jay was an even worse mess with. He finally let go of the tears he’d held in during the wedding and let them fall. 

“She’s all grown up,” Jay said in a whisper, watching with fond eyes as Jake and __ climbed into their car to head off to their hotel for the night, “It’s so hard to believe after growing up together that she’s a mother and married to one of my best friends.” 

You hugged your boyfriend tightly. You’d say you understood how he felt, but you didn’t, being the only child and all. 

“Jay,” you whispered, kissing his cheek and wiping away his tears, “Jake will take care of her, he always has, hasn’t he?” 

Jay looks down at you, his arm around your waist pulling you in tighter. He knew Jake would take care of his sister. In a silly way, it’s true, Jake always took care of her. They were made for each other, that’s for sure. So he nods at you, smiling at you, “Let’s get out of here, I’m ready to get you out of this dress.” 

—

Jake stood in the kitchen, staring Jay down. His arms crossed and eyes narrowed. 

“Stop looking at me like that!” Jay snapped, “What’s your problem?” Jay just wanted to enjoy the french toast he made for breakfast. You were already halfway done eating yours, being completely unfazed by Jake’s glare. 

“I don’t have a problem,” Jake said with a tilt of his head, “Just that Heeseung’s birthday is coming up and so is Halloween.” 

Jay scoffed and took a bite out of his breakfast, “And?” 

“Annnddddd,” Jake dragged out, “We should go to a Halloween party and celebrate his birthday.” 

Jay dropped his toast back on the plate, “And where the hell is this party then, huh?” Jay shook his head, “Who is going to watch Hwa?” 

Jake smirked, “Taro and his friends would be throwing the party. And I’d ask my parents or yours to watch my baby girl.” 

You raised a brow, “So this party isn’t even planned yet? Isn’t Heeseung's birthday next week?” 

Jake shrugged, “Still a work in progress.” 

“What is?” speak of the devil and he shall appear. Heeseung walks into the kitchen with a tub of ice cream, “What are we working in progress?” 

“Your birthday and Halloween party,” Jay said, earning another glare from Jake, “What?” 

“It was supposed to be a secret!” Jake snapped, cocking his head to the side, facial expression tensed. 

“Damn,” Jay took a deep breath, “You look like you just murdered someone, giving me that look and shit.” Jake’s eyes widened and his lips curled into a smile, “Stop that! You look creepy!” Jay scrunched his nose, reaching back for his toast. 

“I know what I should be for Halloween!” Jake nearly shouted, “I can be a ghost face!” 

Heeseung was the one scrunching his nose now, “Have fun with that buddy.” 

“Anyway,” Jake said, putting his attention on Heeseung, “What do you think?” 

Heeseung took another bite of his ice cream, “Already got plans.” 

“Huh?” Both Jay and Jake said in unison, looking over at their eldest friend, “What do you mean?” 

Heeseung shrugged, “I’m getting laid that night. Meeting up with an old flame from college.” 

You tried to not laugh, not knowing if Heeseung was being serious or not, but by the looks on Jay and Jake’s faces said very well that Heeseung wasn’t joking.  

“Dude,” Jake whined, “Just bring her to the party.” 

Heeseung glanced up at the ceiling, “Hmmm, nah. Have fun though!” 

Heeseung turned and walked off to his room, Jake following behind like a lost puppy trying to convince his friend for the party. 

Jay chuckled, “Some things never change.”

You finished your last bite of your toast, “Has Jake always been a partier?” 

Jay shrugged, “Yes and no. It was worse the first year of college, but as the time went off it was just a weekend type thing to every other weekend. Then he started dating my sister and it became less and less. Now it’s once in a blue moon.” 

You nodded, it sounded about right. For the almost two years you’ve been dating Jay, the six of you only attended maybe a total of four parties? It wasn’t a lot. 

“He’ll get over it,” Jay said, finally being able to dig into his breakfast, “Wait was Heeseung eating ice cream for breakfast?!” 

You giggled, whipping off some powder from your boyfriend’s lip, “He was up all night playing video games, I don’t think he’s slept yet.” 

And now Jay was on his feet and rushing towards Heeseung’s room to force the man to bed. You leaned your elbows onto the table, it’s never a boring day here in the Parks/Lee/Sim household. 

—

Jay peeked into the window of your flower shop, his smile big as he saw you at the counter. Your long hair was tied back into a perfect bun with small strands at each side of your face. You had the sleeves of your shirt rolled up above your elbows and your tan apron tied nicely at your waist, your blue jeans covered in dirt from plants and soil. 

You had a focused smile as you arranged a rose bouquet for a client. 

Jay tapped on the window, bringing your attention to him. Your smile grew more, tilting your head to tell him to come inside. You watched him with endearment as he walked in, holding a plastic bag, “Left the restaurant early today, thought we could have lunch together.” 

You wiggled your brows at him, “Whatchu make me?” 

He placed the bag on the counter, leaning his forearms against the wood and tipping over the counter to connect his lips to yours in a quick kiss, “Roasted lemon chicken breast with mashed potatoes and corn.” 

You leaned over the counter now, pressing your lips to his and taking the bag, “My favorite!” 

He leaned on his elbows, “I know. Trust me, I know my baby.” 

Your hands couldn’t pull out the foam boxes quick enough, you were starving. Your boyfriend chuckles at your impatience, “Here,” he said, taking the bag and to-go boxes from you, “Go wash your hands, I’ll set it all up.” 

In a flash you returned with clean hands, ready to dig into your meal. To say you were blessed to be dating a man who can cook would be an understatement. Words weren’t enough. 

You both ate, devouring the meal as if it were your last. You sign and pat your tummy, “That hit the spot.” 

 “My cooking always does,” he flashed you his famous smile, gathering up the trash. 

You returned your focus back to the rose bouquet, “I am guessing it was slow today?” 

Jay completely leaned against the counter, eyes watching your hands work against the roses, “Pretty much. Yunjin practically shoved me out the door saying she could handle everything.” 

You giggled at your best friend's behavior, “That sounds like her.” 

Jay trailed his eyes up to your face, his heart rate accelerating. For whatever reason, seeing you working got him going. He loved seeing you work. Loved how focused you’d get on a project. Maybe it was you weren’t working because you had to, but because you wanted to. And you enjoyed it. Just like how he loved running his restaurant. The two of you found a passion that was worth being on your feet for hours at a time for. 

“Might as well take a picture if you’re going to stare at me like that,” you teased him, shifting your eyes over to him. 

“I’m allowed to stare at my sexy girlfriend, leave me be,” he teased back, reaching his hand up and pinching your right face cheek, “You’re just so hot when you’re focused on something.” 

You swatted his hand away with a laugh, “You’re silly.” 

He looked back down at the bouquet, taking in the design of the glass vase, “What’s the occasion?” 

“A proposal,” you took notice of the way Jay’s eyes looked back up at you, but you held your gaze on the roses, “This client is in here all the time picking up different types of bouquets for his girl. He called earlier saying he’s finally proposing,” you smiled, finally meeting Jay’s eyes, “This is my first wedding proposal bouquet, I am a bit nervous.” 

“Babe,” he said with a tilt of his head, his hand pulling at the pocket of your apron, “You haven’t failed a client since we opened this shop. YN, you’re killing it here, I don’t think you have a thing to worry about. Mostly if this client comes in here all the time.” 

You looked back at the bouquet, the corners of your lips curling, “He is in here at least three times a week.”

“See?” Jay smiled, now pulling at the top of the apron, and pulled you towards him, embracing your lips with his, kissing you softly, “You must be doing something right.” 

You kissed him back, leaning closer into his as his hand snaked up to your neck, thumb rubbing against your jaw. 

Jay attempted to deepen the kiss, being so ready to lock the doors and pull the blinds down over the windows and bend your pretty body over this counter, but you killed his dream too quickly by pulling away, “Easy there, sir,” you giggled, backing away from the counter, “My client will be here at any minute, I need to finish this.” 

Jay groaned in a childlike manner, “Babbbeeeeee.” 

You ignored him, grabbing a pretty cream silk ribbon to tie around the vase, “You will literally see me when I get off,” you tell him. He sighs, but knows you were right. He’d just have to shove your face into his pillows later tonight. 

He took one final look at the rose bouquet, watching how your fingers adjusted the petals and he smiled wide, “My rose petal.” 

You glanced up at him, confused, “I’m sorry?” 

“My rose petal,” he repeated, locking eyes with you, “You’re my little rose petal.” 

You couldn’t help but look at him with endearment. He’s always addressed you by your name, baby, or babe. But now you have an official nickname, and you couldn’t be happier. 

“Come here, my rose petal,” he said, stepping away from the counter and stretching out his arms. 

You rushed over to him, pressing your body to his and squeezing him tightly, “I love you,” you nuzzled your face in his neck, taking him his scent. 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too, so very much,” He kissed your forehead again and gently removed you from him, “Get back to work, I’ll see you later.” 

You smiled, giving him a nod. The whole drive back to the apartment Jay kept replaying over and over in his about the client and the proposal, hoping it would go well for the guy. But images of you kept popping up. You in a pretty dress, walking down the aisle towards him. Jay quickly shook his head, snapping him out of the thoughts and focusing back on the drive. 

—

The last thing you expected to do on your day off was traveling around town apartment/house shopping with your boyfriend's baby sister. Not that you minded, you loved spending time with her and loved her to death. She just…had an urgency about looking at new homes. 

She let out a massive sigh as she glanced around the ninth apartment the two of you have looked at today, “This one is…a bit too small.” 

You gave a small shrug, wrapping your arms over your chest, “It is small, but it’d just be you, Jake, and Hwa, so you won’t need too much space.” 

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes scanning the living room, “Yeah, I guess? But I was thinking something a bit bigger.” 

“For having guests over?” you tried to picture this living room with enough couch space, TV, coffee table, and Hwa’s toys and then added in the family. Yeah, this place wouldn’t fit everyone. 

She kept quiet, now biting at her nails and taking one final look then turning on her heels, “Let’s check out that apartment across the street before we move onto another area.” 

You followed behind her, “Not that I am not grateful that you invited me,” you said going down two steps at a time to keep up with her, “But why did Jake not come along? Or even Jay? They probably would be better at this kind of shopping than me.” you didn’t even shop for the apartment you live in now, your parents did. All you did was move into it. So you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t exactly being of help to her. 

“My brother would be too nitpicky about every detail. It took him forever to find the apartment we are in now,” yeah that sounds about right for Jay, “and Jake would think each place we look at would be good enough. Silly pup would be happy with just about anything,” and that also sounds on point for Jake, “They are both working at the software company. Jae said there’s a big project so my brother is helping out. But I also value your opinion, a lot more than you think and I needed some much-needed girl time.” 

You nodded, finally getting caught up with her. Sometimes you forget her best friend is a male and she spends 90% of her time with well…the males in the apartment. It made sense for her to cling to you when she could. 

But you still couldn’t shake the feeling of why this was a must right now. Like why the rush? 

You continued following behind her as she double-checked the apartment numbers and ran up the stairs and found the final apartment in this area. This apartment was much bigger. Had three rooms, the kitchen was a decent size and the living room was spacious. Her eyes lit up with glee as she walked around the whole apartment twice. 

“YN, this one is perfect! Jake would be happy and Jay would approve too!” She clapped her hands together, “What do you think?!” 

You looked around and gave her a big smile, “It is pretty perfect, isn’t it?” 

She squealed and pulled you into a hug, “I can’t wait to show Jake.”

She released you from her embrace and pulled her phone from her pocket, snapping a few photos and immediately sending them to Jake. Her smile was so big and bright that it was contagious, you couldn’t help but feed off her energy. Even if something was still off. 

She ran her hands from her hips to her belly, giving it a small squeeze before dropping her hands at her side. You couldn’t handle not knowing what was going on anymore. 

“Hey, __,” you softly spoke, getting her attention anyway, “What is actually going on? Why were you in such a rush to find somewhere else to live? You know Jay has no problem with you three still living there.” 

Her smile faded as she stared off into the distance out the window, “Because our family is growing,” she cupped her hands back on her belly, “YN, I am pregnant.” 

You rushed to her, taking her hands in yours, “Are you for real? Are you pregnant again? Hwa will have a sibling!!” 

She smiled ear to ear and did a small jump, “I am! I found out a week ago!” 

You jumped with her until neither of you could jump anymore, completely out of breath, “I am sure Jake was so happy!” 

She chuckled, “Well,” her fingers traced along the necklace that was once Jake’s twisting the double pendants between her fingers, “Jake doesn’t know yet. Neither does my brother or anyone else! You’re the first to know!” 

You placed a hand over your heart, “I’M the first to know?!” 

She nodded, “But you can’t tell anyone! I am planning a surprise. Regardless, I was going to tell you today, but I have a plan!” It was your turn to squeal and get excited for her, “But that is why I was in a rush to find another apartment. The one now is crowded, there’s six of us and seven when you are there. Imagine another baby there?” 

You thinned your lips, completely understanding. The apartment was thankfully big enough to house everyone, but when everyone was out of their rooms…it became very crowded fast. And when Shotaro was also there to hang out? Or Yunjin when she was with you? Even worse. 

“I get it,” you said, giving a smile, “I’ll keep it a secret until you’re ready to tell it!” 

She pulled you into a hug, “Thank you so much, YN. Truly. I am happy to have you in my life.” 

You hugged her back tighter, “I am happy to have you in my life too.” 

She pulled away, taking a deep breath and taking in the apartment, “Wow, this will really be my new home.” 

Jake rolled over to Jay in his chair, “Dude, check out the apartment __ found!” 

Jay glanced over, “Damn, that looks nice.” 

“Doesn’t it?” Jake giggled, “Hard to believe we won’t be under the same roof anymore.” 

Jay smirked, “Yeah, I’ll finally have peace and quiet.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, “No you won’t. Not with Heeseung and Sunghoon still there.” 

Jay shrugged, “That’s true. We’d have an extra bedroom though,” Jay leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head lost in deep thought, “It’ll be weird not seeing you both every day.” 

His best friend sighed, tossing his phone onto the desk. “Yeah, it’ll definitely be an adjustment.” 

Jay all of a sudden didn’t like the idea of his best friend and sister moving out of the apartment. Yes, he still would have Heeseung and Sunghoon. But he grew up with Jake and his sister always being around too. It was weird enough being away from his sister those few years of college before she moved in. He’d have to get used to not having her around again. And not only that but he wouldn’t see Hwa every day. How would he survive not seeing his beautiful niece every day?

Jake could see the gears turning in Jay’s head, “Hey, no. Stop that,” Jay looked at his friend confused, “You’re acting like you’d never see us again. We are in the same town, you don’t have to worry about not seeing us.” 

Jay knew that. It just wouldn’t be as often as he’d want.

“I’m just being a big brother, I’ll be fine.” Jay tried to focus back on the computer screen. But Jake just smiled, knowing Jay was just sad. Proof enough that he loved each of them. 

“Just have YN move in,” Jake suggested, standing to his feet and stretching, “I am sure she’d be happy to get out of that apartment to cut that tie with her parents.” 

Jay has thought about that solution many times, but the apartment was already crowded, and never brought it up, but now…maybe. Who knows? 

“Let’s get out of here,” Jake said with a yawn, “I want to get home.” 

Jay also yawned and nodded. He wanted to get back home before you and his sister came home anyway and have dinner ready. With a stretch, Jay followed Jake out of the building. 

—

You opened the door to Jay’s bedroom, seeing him at his desk playing some kind of strategic video game. Jay heard the door open and quickly whipped around, giving you a big smile before turning back to his game, “Hey there pretty girl,” he slid one of the earmuffs of the headset from his ear, “There’s chicken pasta on the stove.” 

If you were being honest, you were hungry and that chicken pasta smelled the whole apartment up and smelt delicious, but it wasn't exactly what you were hungry for at that moment. You’ll eat the pasta, just not right now. 

Ever since finding out __ was pregnant again, you couldn’t help but think about that life with Jay. You thought back to the night you and Jay watched Hwa together, for the very first time. You remembered how he looked at you with his niece with such endearment and flat-out asking you to have a baby with him. You were flustered at first, still way too new to the relationship to actually consider it. But now? After __ announced her pregnancy to you? All you could hope for was that Jay still felt that way. 

You were on autopilot. One moment you stood in his bedroom doorway, the next the door was closed and locked and you were climbing into his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

Jay adjusted a bit in the chair to help make you and himself more comfortable, one hand leaving the keyboard to rub up and down your back for a few seconds, “Everything okay, baby?” he asked, being slightly worried something was wrong. 

You nod, nuzzling your face into his neck, breathing in the smell of his cologne, “Just want to be close to you.”

Jay smiled, lifting his other hand from his gaming mouse to wrap you in a tight hug and kiss your cheek then resumed his game, “Why don’t you go get some food and come back, ya? I can finish up this match and we watch a movie, how does that sound?” 

You didn’t answer, not because you didn’t want to, but because your mouth was now attaching itself to his neck and your fingers gripped into his shirt, slightly pulling. 

He was getting hard underneath you, his focus on his game was swaying. It took so much concentration to not throw his head back into the headrest and moan out at how much pleasure he was feeling just by your lips on his skin. Jay was starting to lose his self-control, wanting badly to toss his hands away from the keyboard and mouse and touch you. To grip your hips and push himself up against you. 

“Baby,” he breathed, “You’re being really distracting right now,” he started slowly bucking his hips up, rubbing his now fully hard cock against your heat, loving how the thin material of his and your shorts made it easier to feel up against you. You moaned against his neck, taking a small bite of his skin just below his jawline, “Fuck, YN,” he whimpers, fingers gripping his keyboard and mouse, “What’s gotten into you tonight, my rose petal?” 

Your lips left his neck and trailed up to the corner of his mouth, “Let’s make a baby,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his and staring into his eyes. 

Jay chuckles, hands finally abandoning his gaming items and squeezing your hips, “Yeah? You wanna make a baby, princess?” he pushed you down hard against him, a gasp releasing from your mouth, “All you gotta do is ask,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips, one hand sliding from your hip and down to your ass and then where you needed him the most, his knuckle rubbing against your clothed cunt, “Ask daddy to fuck you,” his teeth nipped at your button lip, causing your hips to rock more against his length. 

Your hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, looping your fingers at the material and tugging, “Fuck me, please.”’

He shifted himself up, letting you pull his shorts and boxers down to his thighs, your hand wrapping around his cock and slowly pumping him, “Say it again, princess,” he demanded with a groan, fingers now pulling your shorts and panties to the side, feeling your slick pool out and onto his hand, “Ask me again.” 

You lifted up, adjusting his tip to your entrance, his free hand holding you in place until you do as he said, “Please fuck me, daddy.” 

Jay smirks, all you had to do was ask. He pushed himself into you, his tip kissing perfectly against your cervix, “Oh fuck baby,” he moans, connecting his lips to yours, kissing you aggressively as he fucked up into you, “Bounce on my cock, pretty girl.” 

You gripped the back of the chair and moved against him. His hands gripped your ass, assisting your movements as you rode him, his hips bucking up in time with your movement. You picked up your pace, throwing your head back, “F-feels s-so good,” his hands squeezed your ass harder, hips fucking into you faster, “Jayyyy.”

“Shit, baby,” he groans, “Love it when you moan out my name.” 

Jay was in pure bliss. Everything about this moment was so sexy to him. The way you come home to him and immediately straddle him and tell him you want to make a child and beg him to fuck you? It was so hot. Regardless if you meant it about making a baby with him, he’s going to breed your cunt and fill you whole with his cum. Just the thought of getting you pregnant sent him spiraling. He wanted to cum. Now. Jay could already feel you were close by the way you hugged him tightly. 

Jay quickly removed his headset, not wasting another moment sitting in this chair, and shifted the two of you over onto his bed. His hands gripped your legs and lifted them up over his shoulders, pistoning into faster and pinning your hands above your head. 

Your jaw went slack and moaned out his name, chanting it as if it were the only word you knew how to speak, and oh god was it music to his ears. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “Keep screaming my name. Fuck, please keep screaming my name,” your legs twitched and cunt clenched, causing Jay to smirk, “Is my baby close?” 

You nodded, squeezing his hands, trying to find the words to tell him yes. Jay could see it written all over your face on how badly you wanted to cum, how badly you wanted him to cum. 

You clenched around him tighter, that knot snapping and pleasure washing over you. Your arched your back as you came around his cock. 

Jay’s breathing was becoming uneven, thrusts getting sloppy and head leaning against your knee, leaving kisses against your skin, “Going to cum soon baby,” he barely said above a whisper, “Going to fill this pretty cunt up with my cum, going to breed you, fuck,” 

His eyes closed tightly, his whole body shuddering at the final thrust, his cum painting your walls white. His thrusts slowly came to a stop, his hips pressing hard against yours as the last bit of his seed made its way into your cunt. Jay trailed kisses from your knee and down to your thigh and then finally your lips, releasing your hands from his grip and cupping your face, “I love you so much.” 

You sleepily smiled against his lips and before you could respond, your stomach did it for you. 

Jay chuckled against your mouth, “Let’s get you cleaned up and get food in that stomach,” he gave you one final kiss and then slowly pulled himself out, making his way to his dresser and taking a clean pair of red-checkered boxers out and coming back to you. 

He carefully removed your shorts and panties off your body, using the box of tissues at his nightstand table to clean you up. He could feel your eyes on him, staring at him with so much love, “You always look at me like that while I am taking care of you.” 

All you could do was smile, “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” 

He smiles and pulls his boxers over your legs and hips, “I’ll wash your clothes for you,” he helps you stand to your feet, holding you close to his chest, “How about after you eat, we watch that movie now, hmm?” 

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him, “I would love that. Almost as much as I love you.” 

Jay picked you up in his arms, squeezing you tightly. He didn’t think it would be possible to fall more in love with you every day, yet here he is, another day into your relationship, and more in love with you than yesterday. 

—

“Okay, everyone!” Jay’s sister says above the chatter of everyone, her voice doing nothing to silence the area. 

Jay takes a look around at everyone, “HEY!” he shouts, “Stinks has something to say!” 

The talking stopped, making the restaurant quiet. 

“Thank you, big brother!” she said, giving him two finger guns. 

Jay just lifts a brow, “Can you just hurry up and tell us why we had to have this big meeting here at my restaurant? I have to open those doors in thirty minutes for business.” 

His sister crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at her brother. You could tell she was nervous and could see the small sweat droplets that were collecting on the sides of her face. You knew what she had planned and how she was going to execute the plan about telling everyone she was pregnant again. From what you were told, when she and Jake found out they were pregnant with Hwa, there wasn’t any plan made to reveal the pregnancy. She told Jake and then Jay just so happened to walk in afterwards. But this time she wanted it to be different, she wanted to be able to tell the ones who mean the most to her all at once. To make it special. 

“And we want to eat!” Sunghoon teased, “Need me some protein and Jay has the best chicken here!” 

“He honestly does,” Shotaro added, “I’ve never been able to get chicken anywhere since having it here.” 

“I personally think the steak is the best here,” Heeseung shrugged, “Way better than the chicken.” 

“Jay’s baking is actually top-notch and better than everything else here, sorry not sorry guys!” Yunjin giggled, nudging her elbow into Heeseung’s back. 

“Guys, guys,” Jake cleared his throat, “Everything on the damn menu is fantastic, ain’t that right Jay!?” 

Jay shrugged, “Flattering me won’t get you free food.” 

“Come on man!” Jake groaned. 

You noticed how __ started to fidget with her fingers, biting her lower lip and staring off to the floor. The anxiety was starting to eat at her. 

You needed to do something. 

Hwa was sitting in your lap, her little fingers twisting a plastic spoon around, “Sfoon!” she giggled, showing you the spoon, “Sfoon!” 

You pinched her cheek and laid a kiss on your forehead before sliding her out of your lap and to the floor, she stood in place but made eye contact with her father, now showing him the spoon, “Da-da, sfoon!” 

Jake held his arms out to his daughter, her little legs making their way to his side, and leaning into his thigh. 

You stood from the table and were now at __’s side, “Hey! Can we get back on why we are here!” you shouted, bringing everyone’s attention back where it needed to be. 

“Yes, thank you, YN,” she said with a shaky voice. 

Jay finally clocked her anxiousness and so did Jake, “Stinks,” her brother took a deep breath, “What’s going on?” 

Jake nodded, “Baby, is everything okay?” 

“Well, I uhh…” you reached for her hand, interlocking your fingers with hers. She looked at you, as if waiting for the okay. You smile and nod, giving her that support she needs. She smiled back, squeezing your hand, “I have an announcement to make,” she one by one looked at everyone, locking eyes with Jay and Jake lastly, the two most important people in this room to her. Her smile grew wider, “I’m pregnant!” she said, doing a small little dance, “I am pregnant again.” 

Jake was at his wife’s side instantly, pulling her into a tight hug and rocking her back and forth, “No fucking way!” he laughed, “We’re pregnant again?!” 

“Yes, babe!” she now had tears rolling down her eyes, “We’re going to have another baby.” 

Heeseung, Sunghoon, Shotaro, and Yunjin all were now at their side, giving hugs and congratulations. Little Hwa hugged onto her mother's legs and reached her arms up to be held, “You hear that baby girl?” Jake said, picking up his daughter and creating a group hug with her and his wife, “You’ll have a little sibling soon!” 

You finally were able to get a hug in with the three of them, “Congratulations, I am so happy for you two!” 

Jake wiggled his eyebrows, “You knew didn’t you?” 

You gave him a wink and held your index finger to your lips. Hwa was now looking at you, her little spoon being waved around and arms reaching out for you, “YN!” she said with her tiny voice, “Up!” 

You took her in your arms, cuddling her close to you, “Hwa will be a big sister!” you tickled her tummy, her laughs filling the restaurant. 

Jay was still shocked. He’ll be an uncle of two? He couldn’t ask for anything more. He finally stood from the table, yanking Jake by the back of his hoodie and pulling him from his sister, and embracing her in his arms, “Stinks, I can’t believe it!” 

She hugged her big brother back tightly, “I know, it is hard to believe it for me too!” 

Jay pulled her back, hands resting on her shoulders, “I’ll be an uncle to two now?!” 

Jake wrapped his arm around Jay’s shoulder, “And I’ll be a dad of two…shit is fucking crazy!” 

That’s right…

Jay tilted away from his best friend, giving him a dirty look. Jake raises a brow, looking between his wife and Jay, “What?” 

“You know what.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, “Brother, I told you I was going to knock her up again! She’s my wife!” 

__ chuckles and pulls her husband and brother into a tight hug, “I love you both so much.” 

With a shrug of his shoulders, Jay embraces the both of them. Their little family was growing even more, and he couldn’t be happier about it. 

Jay was finally able to open the restaurant, sitting his friends and family down at their normal table and getting Yunjin to start taking customers' orders with him. 

Jay focused on putting his family’s order into their new tablets for order taking, pressing each button one by one when Yunjin leaned her arm against his shoulder, “When are the two of you having one?” 

“Excuse me?”Jay said with a brow raise, shifting her arm off his shoulder, “I’m your boss while on the clock, don’t forget that.” 

Yunjin just rolls her eyes and flips her red hair behind her shoulder, “You know I don’t care,” she shrugs, “Answer my question though, when are you going to knock up my best friend?” With a sigh Jay sets the tablet down on the counter, glaring at her, but she glares back, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s a genuine question! I mean look at her!” she points over to you, “She’s the perfect aunt to Hwa.” 

Jay looks back at the table you all sat at, seeing how his niece clung to you as you placed kisses on her small face. Seeing you with Hwa makes his brain go into a spiral. If you were like this with his niece how would you be with his child? He couldn’t get the image of you pregnant out of his head. Carrying his child and starting a family with him and growing the park family even more. It’s always been a thought in his head since the very first moment he saw you with Hwa. Is it a coincidence that you asked him to make a baby not too long ago? He couldn’t stop all these thoughts circulating in his brain. 

Your best friend smirks, “You’re so thinking about getting her pregnant.” 

Jay quickly looks back at her and tosses the tablet into her hands, “Go take some orders before I fire you.” 

She chuckles and turns on her heels, “You won’t fire me. YN wouldn’t allow it.”

Even with a smile on his face, he still rolled his eyes hard. 

—

They all clinked their beer glasses together and cheered, the four males chugging down the drinks. 

“Dude,” Heeseung said, placing a hand on Jake’s shoulder, “Can’t believe you’ll have two kids soon.” 

Sunghoon reached for the basket of chips, “I can’t believe she let you get her pregnant again, isn’t one kid with you enough?” he teased. 

Jay laughed, “You’d think so!” 

Jake scowls at his friends, “Man, fuck you guys!” he brings his beer glass to his lips, chugging it down. 

“Come on,” Jay smiled, “We are just yanking your chain! We are all happy for you.” Which was the truth. Even with all the teasing and overprotectiveness Jay had for him and his sister, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be married to his sister and the father of his niece and future nephew/niece. 

“Let’s be honest here though,” Sunghoon said with a mouthful of chips, “You’re going to have a girl again.” 

Jake groaned and slumped himself down on the table, “It’ll be over for me if __ is pregnant with another girl.” 

“You think it’ll be the end for you,” Heeseung pointed over to Jay, “Jay will lose his shit.” 

“Ain’t that the truth,” Sunghoon agreed, reaching for more chips, “Him going nuts over Hwa was bad enough.”’

“Manifesting a boy, don’t you worry,” Jay said, flicking his finger against Jake’s forehead, “It’ll be the end of us both if my sister has another girl.” 

“I need another drink,” Jake groans, standing from the table, “I’m getting us refills.” 

“Get more chips too!” Sunghoon called after him. 

Jake returned shortly with another basket of chips and refills for everyone. Each of them chugging down half of their glasses. 

The conversation moved from Jake’s future second child to random things about each other's jobs and how Sunghoon’s hockey season was going. 

“We could be traveling out of the country for future games,” Sunghoon clapped his hands, “Only if we do good this season.” 

“I’m sure you guys will,” Jake shoved his friend’s shoulder, “You guys always kill it!” 

Heeseung glances over at Jay, noticing his silence and noticing how Jay stared down at his beer glass and tapped the pad of his index and middle finger against the glass, watching the water droplets slide down. 

“You good man?” Heeseung finally asked, causing Jake and Sunghoon to stop talking and look over at Jay, worry on their faces now too. 

Jay looked between his three friends, “Yeah, I’m good. Just listening.” He took a sip of his beer. 

Heeseung raised his eyebrows, “You don’t ever just listen. Jay, what’s going on in that head of yours?” 

His friends all kept their eyes on him, waiting for him to speak. He sighs, knowing he had no choice but to talk, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately about getting YN pregnant.” 

Jake’s eyes widened with excitement, mouth smiled wide, “Seriously?! Dude, that's massive!” 

Jay wasn’t sure if he should smile or frown, so he decided on an awkward smile. 

“Why is this even a debate?” Sunghoon asks, taking notice of the war going on in Jay’s brain, “Why do you sound conflicted?” 

Jay took another sip of his beer and then sighed, “A while back, I mentioned to YN about having a baby together. She brushed it off that we weren’t together long enough and still had plenty of time to discuss it.” 

“Which is fair,” Heeseung added, “How long were you two dating at that point?” 

“Roughly three months.”

Jake blew out a whistle, “Damn and you guys thought I was bad with __.” 

Jay glared, kicking his foot under the table against Jake’s shin. 

“Anyway,” Sunghoon shoved more chips in his mouth and took a sip of his beer, “Continue the story.” 

“The day my sister and YN went apartment shopping for you two,” he pointed at Jake, “When they returned to the apartment, she…” Jay smirked at the memory. 

“Okay,” Heeseung waved his hand, “We got it, y’all fucked, get on with it.” 

“She mentioned about making a baby, but I don’t know if she actually meant it or was it just a���ya know…” 

“A horny moment?” Jake said with a nod of his head. 

Jay just nodded, “Wasn’t going to say it like that but yeah, just an in the moment type thing,” Jay grabbed a chip from the basket, “And now that my sister is pregnant again—no thanks to you, Jake—it’s been even more on my mind.” 

The table fell silent, but then Jake sat forward, “Let me ask you this,” he twisted his beer glass, “Do you want to have a baby with her?” 

Jay didn’t hesitate in his answer, “Yes, I do,” Jake smiled even more, “I’d love to create another life with her,” Jay was the one smiling wide now, “I want a family with YN.” 

“My man!” Jake stood to his feet, holding his hand out for Jay to take it, and he did. Squeezing his friend’s hand tightly. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon also grasp Jay’s hands. The four of them were laughing loudly. 

“Look at us,” Jay said, reaching now for his glass, “We’re all grown up.” 

Heeseung titled his head, “Tell me about it. It felt just like yesterday we were all going into kindergarten together.” 

They all agreed and laughed more. 

“You know,” Jake chuckled, glancing up at the ceiling, “We are both fucked if our women have girls.” 

Jay rolled his eyes, “Don’t put that into motion man! I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I haven’t even gotten YN pregnant yet.” 

Sunghoon placed a hand on Jay’s shoulder, “With your  luck, it will be a girl.”

Jay removed Sunghoon’s hand, glaring at him and making a smart remark. 

Deep down Jay knew, there was no way he wasn’t going to have a girl. He could already feel that protectiveness for a baby girl that hasn’t even been created yet. 

—

Jay aggressively knocked on your door, bouncing back and forth on each leg from the anticipation of waiting. And waiting he didn’t want to do. 

He was about to pound his fist once again against your door but stopped midway at hearing the door unlock and the doorknob turning. Before you could even fully pull the door open for your boyfriend, he was busting in, hands immediately cupping your face and lips attaching to yours. 

“Jay,” you said between kisses, trying to reach for the door and close it. Without even leaving your lips, he kicked his foot back, closing the door and removing one of his hands only for a few seconds to lock it in place. 

You mumbled his name again, “You’ve been drinking,” you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, his hands sliding from your face to your waist, his eyes filled with so much want and need for you, “Is everything okay?” 

Jay smiles, leaning back in and kissing you once again, pulling your body as close as possible to his, “Everything is perfect.” He rubbed his hard cock against your stomach, hands squeezing your ass tightly. 

You’ve seen Jay desperate like this before, but this?? This was a different kind of desperation. Not the normal I need you right now type. But a I want nothing more than to love on you right now type. You weren’t complaining, you were so in love with how he was handling you. Loving the way he was desperate to have you right now. It made your panties soaked just thinking about it. 

You smiled against his lips, deciding to tease him, “You missed me that much after spending the day with the boys, huh?” 

You don’t even know the half of it, my love. 

Jay kissed you with more desperation, his brows furrowing and hands sliding their way underneath your shirt, “Let's go to your bedroom, ya?” 

You nodded, barely being able to come up for air as he dragged you to your bedroom and connected his mouth to yours once again. 

“Babe,” you ask as he slides your shirt off your body, tossing it somewhere off in the room, “What’s on your mind?” you could tell something was present in that brain of his, it’s obvious by his body language. 

“Marry me,” he came outright and said it, sliding his shirt and jeans to the floor, “Marry me, baby, please,” he pulled your body back against his, kissing you with even more desperation than earlier. Hands roaming every inch of her skin and removing the rest of your clothing with the movements. 

Jay twisted you around and bent you over your bed, pressing his still-clothed cock against your bareness, pushing you forward until the both of you were on the bed, “YN,” he whispered, lips kissing down your neck and onto your shoulders, thumbs looping into his boxers and shoving them down and onto the floor, “Please, marry me.” You understood now why he was feeling so desperate. He was releasing emotions he kept pinned up. 

He licked his index, middle, and ring fingers, soaking them completely with his saliva and rubbing them against your cunt, mixing it with your juices before slowly pushing them inside knuckle deep. Jay groans at the way you clench around his fingers as he moves them in and out of you. His cock rubbing against your ass for the friction he needs. 

Your hands gripped your bedsheets, letting out soft moans while his fingers worked inside you, curling each time they hit your spot, “Seongie,” 

“Say you’ll marry me,” he stopped his movements and removed his fingers from your pussy, now rocking the tip of his cock up and down your folds, “Marry me, please. Become my wife,” pressing his tip to your entrance, he lets out a soft gasp, “Please say you’ll marry me.” 

You lift yourself up on your elbows to look back at him, seeing the pleading look he was giving you. The way he held your hips with such care and the love he held in his eyes. He fully meant his words. You smile at him, “I’ll marry you.” 

With those words, he pushed himself into you, his hips connecting to your ass, and held himself there, pushing as far as he possibly could into you to kiss your cervix completely, “You’ll marry me?” 

“Yes, Park Jongseong,” you lay your head down on the bed, rocking your hips against him in hopes he starts moving, “I’ll marry you, I’d want nothing more than to become your wife.” 

That’s all it took. That small amount of confirmation from you and he was fucking into you fast and hard, fingers gripping tightly to your hips as he shoved you down into him with each of his thrusts. He couldn’t believe it. You’re going to marry him. Going to be stuck with him forever. 

“Ughhh fuuucccckkkkk,” Jay moans, throwing his head back at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last at this rate, not with the feeling of you agreeing to marry him that was filling up his heart and mind. Jay also wanted to get you pregnant. The thought was enough to make him want to cum right now, “Lemme knock you up,” was his next words, his hands leaving your hips and pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail, yanking you up and pressing your back against his chest. One hand held the front of your neck, not enough to choke you, but enough pressure was put to make your head spin. His other hand moved down to your stomach, pressing hard to feel his length move against your walls, “Oh, fuck please, let me knock you up.” 

You threw your head back against his shoulder, relishing in the pleasure he was making you feel. His lips attached to yours, tongue sliding past your lips and exploring your cavern. It made you feel dizzy, seeing stars every time you blinked or held your eyes closed for too long. This sex was different from the normal that you’d have with Jay. There was so much more feeling behind, more love and lust and want and need. You weren’t sure if it was because he asked you to be his wife and to impregnate you, or if every ounce of love Jay had was spilling over the top. You assumed it was both. 

“Let me get you pregnant,” he said again, biting at your lower lip and giving it a soft pull then releasing it. He rested his forehead on yours, brow furrowing and eyes squinting shut as he fucked into you, his orgasm fast approaching and he knew he’d burst at any moment. 

You were also close to your orgasm, mostly with how he pressed his hand tighter and tighter against your stomach and making you clench around his cock more. 

“Let’s make a baby, ya?” he whispers, thrusts getting sloppier but never losing their pace, “You said you wanted to.” 

His fingers now worked against your clit, your body shuddering and mouth falling open as you came around him, nodding your head as quickly as you could, “Please,” you breath, “Seongie, please get me pregnant.” 

And you meant it. You want to make a family with him. He’s your soulmate. Your forever. He was it. Nothing would be better than him or come above him besides the little specks of life the two of you create together. 

“Yessss,” he breathes out in a smile. Fucking his hips faster into your cunt, feeling himself about to burst, “Going to cum in this pussy all night and every single day and every chance I get until you’re pregnant. This pussy is mine to breed and holy fuck will I breed it good.” 

The final three thrusts were what he had left before shooting his seed deep in your cunt, groans leaving his lips as the white ropes filled you whole. 

You both took deep breaths in, smiling and laughing uncontrollably together. Right when you thought you could turn around and face him, he was shoving your face down into the pillows, “You thought we were done?” he teased, his cock still hard against your walls as he fucked his cum in you, “We are going all night until we can’t. I’m going to get you pregnant.” 

You smirked against the sheets, it was going to be a long and fun night. 

—

You pace around your best friend's bedroom, biting at your nails. 

“If you’re so worried about it, why don’t we go buy some tears?” Yunjin suggested, tilting her head to the side, “This is what the two of you wanted, right?” 

This was exactly what you and Jay wanted. But you still couldn’t help but wonder if you’re running late for your period or…if it’s not coming. 

It’s been about two months since you and Jay not only got engaged, but decided to try and get pregnant. Jay kept true to his word on cumming in you every chance he got, so it was purely a matter of time before it actually happened. And all you can do is pray it finally did. 

You looked over at your friend and nodded, “I’d like that. Can we go now?” 

She gave you a soft smile, “Of course, I’ll even drive.” 

You couldn’t keep your hands off your tummy the entire drive to and from the store to pick up the pregnancy tests as if holding your body would manifest a small spark of life. Once back at her apartment, she gave you the privacy to piss on the sticks in her bathroom and continued to let you pace around her apartment until it was time to check the tests. 

“You think it’s been enough time yet?” You asked nervously, twisting your fingers. 

“YN,” she sighs, “Let’s just go check them. I think you’re worried for nothing.” 

She could be right, but also she could be wrong. All you could really do was check and see. What’s the worst that could happen? 

She followed behind you to the bathroom, stopping at the sink where the tests sat. 

“You ready?” she asked you, taking your hand in hers. 

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Let’s get this over with.” 

You now find yourself sitting on the couch of the Parks/Sims/Lee residence, holding little Hwa in your arms as you both watch a baby show on the television. 

Jay’s sister sat in the recliner chair, her hand resting on the small baby bump that was starting to form. Heeseung was passed out on the couch beside you, his mouth slightly open and head resting against the back of the couch. Sunghoon just finished making a bowl of popcorn and was carefully slipping pieces of the buttery goodness into Heeseung’s mouth. 

“Wonder how much I can fit in there before he wakes up,” Sunghoon giggles, giving Hwa a wink as she giggles with him. 

“Hoon!” she giggles. He placed a finger to his lips. She giggled softer and mimicked her tiny finger to her lips. 

You rested your head on hers, pulling her tighter to your chest. 

The front door opened, causing Heeseung to wake up right when Sunghoon was popping the sixth popcorn into his mouth. 

“What the fuck?!” Heeseung snapped with a mournful, chewing the snack anyway, “What is wrong with you?” 

“You were drooling, Hee,” __ said, “It was quite funny.” 

“What was funny?” Jake smiled as he walked into the living room, Jay following right behind him. 

Jake stood at his wife’s side, pressing a kiss to her temple, “Hoon was stacking popcorn into Heeseung’s mouth while he was asleep.” 

Hwa reached her arms out for her father, so you stood up and handed her over to Jake, “How many did he get in there?” 

Sunghoon sat down on the couch beside Heeseung, a smirk wide on his face, “Six. Almost seven.” 

Everyone laughed except Heeseung, “You’re all going to hell!” he said with a roll of his eyes, “Stacking food in a poor man’s mouth while he sleeps? Ridiculous!” 

“Maybe he thought you were hungry?” Jay teased, then looked over at you and waved you over to him, he could see you deep in thought, “Hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered once you were at his side, “Want to talk about it?” 

You bit your lip and looked around at everyone in the room, then slowly nodded, “In the room?” 

Jay nodded, and more concern washed over him. He wanted until the door to his bedroom was closed before pulling you close to him, “Baby, talk to me. What’s up?” 

You fiddled with the collar of his shirt, “How was working with Jake today?”

He creased his brows, “It was fine, a major project is coming up that I am helping him with. But that’s not important right now, don’t beat around the bush, just tell me what’s wrong.” 

You pulled away from him, “My period is late.” 

Jay was quick to pull you back, “It is?” You could see the sparkle of hope in his eyes, “Does that mean…?” 

You pulled away from him again and walked to his bed where your bags for the night sat, digging through it and pulling out a small rectangle green box, turning back around, and handing it to him. 

He looked at you, trying to read your eyes. He had to admit, he was terrified. Terrified of what this meant and what was in this box. But nevertheless, his eyes were still filled with hope. With shaky hands, he pulled off the lid, seeing a pregnancy test sitting on top of some white gift paper. 

He let out a shaky breath, looking up at you, “You’re pregnant?” 

You smile wide, nodding your head, “Yes,” he pulled you into his arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, “We’re going to be parents,” you whispered in his ear, planting kisses to the side of his face. 

“I’m going to be a dad,” he could feel the tears swelling in his eyes, “You’re going to be a mom. Oh my god we did it, baby, we did it.” 

You clung onto him tighter, “We did. We finally did.”

After two long months of trying, the thing you and Jay wanted the most finally happened. The two of you were starting a family. Growing the one you already had even bigger. 

“Oh my god,” He pulled back a fit, cupping your face, “Hwa will have her first cousin!” 

You nodded, “She will, she’ll be the best big cousin!” 

Jay pulled you back to him, his smile not fading. All he could do was hold you. No amount of words or kisses to your face and lips was enough to state just how happy he was at this moment. He was going to be a father and you a mother. You’ll be his wife. And the two of you would officially be a family. 

What more could he ask for?

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ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader

es la favorita, la mujer más buena / la que más me gusta de todas las nenas / es la mamacita, se me agua la boca / que no más las miro y todo me provoca.

summary: jude has completed his move to madrid, and while you watch him shine, you've got a wedding to plan.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: wedding!! tried not to specify much so it adapts to everything (methinks), good mother/daughter relationship lol, short nsfw but still 18+, brief female masturbation, unprotected sex (not endorsing it!!!), lots and lots of sappy crying, smau at both the beginning and the end, sentences in spanish, a paragraph in spanish will be translated at the end hehe

previous part

A bigger, brighter spotlight started to shine on your fiancé. 

You knew Jude deserved that and more, and you were more than satisfied with his success. If college wasn’t occupying your nights, you saw him at the Bernabeu whenever you could, preferring to sit outside than inside the VIP boxes to feel la afición you grew up with. Feel that passion and support surrounding you, coursing through your veins. 

Nothing had really changed; you still supported him through thick and thin. You cried when he scored a brace against Barcelona, and held him close after the endless recovery hours when he was injured. The fact he was physically closer only improved your relationship further. 

You never knew how much you needed to have him close by. 

But being at Real Madrid had its disadvantages. You barely got to hang out around campus to avoid people asking too many questions, wanting to know more about your relationship with the golden boy. But most of this chatter wasn't even questions about you or him, they were directed towards your relationship. 

The same comments you’d read on Twitter and his Instagram Posts— not yours, considering you decided to keep your account private for the time being. Things ranging from your age, the time you’ve been dating before the proposal to downright wishing you wouldn’t even make it to the wedding and just cancel the engagement. 

You’d discussed these comments with Jude, and his reassurance was more than enough to keep you at peace about your relationship. But the criticism only made your body burn with the necessity to prove everyone wrong. So you kept your head down, concentrating on your studies and planning the wedding on the side. You had bimonthly reports to Jude about the progress of everything, though Denise had been a godsend this whole time. Any decision you needed an opinion on, she was there to provide the most helpful insight when Jude wasn’t able.  

As he settled into the team, the teammates he grew closer to got to meet you, all of them absolutely adoring you and the pair you made with the englishman. 

“When are we getting our wedding party ask? Cama here wants to be the flower man.” Tchouameni joked, elbowing his fellow french national on the ribs as the group exploded with laughter. 

During one of the international breaks Jude surprised you with his return by joining you during a cake tasting. He wasn’t fully recovered from the injury and was sent back, having taken a few hours off to be with his ‘best girl’— he said himself. 

“Shoo, or I’m going to report to the mister that you’re playing hooky.” You stuck your tongue out while dropping him off at Ciudad Real Madrid for his recovery training. The truth was, you had a dress fitting that afternoon. Your mom, Denise, your cousin and your best friend were in attendance. 

You’d find your dream dress at a boutique in the city center, the streets crowded enough for people to recognize you and snap a few blurry pictures entering the shop. None of those wearing the dress, thank goodness, but by the time you found out people started to realize you and Jude were actually getting married that year, you were too elated to care. The dress fit like a glove, and your mom couldn’t help but sob by seeing you in it. She bought it on the spot without much consideration, and considering you were the only girl in your nuclear home, your mother was going all out for her little girl’s wedding. 

As the temperatures dropped, the planning became more frantic. You had fifty calls to make every single day confirming everything, keeping Jude updated and checking one last time for the RSVPs. As November edged in, you only felt more and more nervous. 

“Are we too insane for this? We should’ve waited for two years from now maybe…” You wondered out loud to Jude as you finished the engagement photoshoot. Brunch was your thing, so it was a playful twist on the theme. 

“Look at me,” He incited, taking your face in his hand. His eyes were full of reassurance, and it always surprised you to see how he never doubted anything for a second. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me. If you want to delay it for fifteen years I’ll wait patiently.” The photographer was already packing up his things, but perked up when he noticed the intimate moment going on. He didn’t interrupt, just taking a few candids. 

His understanding just melted away any doubts instead of reinforcing them. You scooted closer in your chair. “I’m not moving anything. The wedding’s in a month, and I couldn’t be happier.” You cooed, your fiancé humming happily as he kissed your forehead. 

When you received the pictures you came to notice those candids turned out to be your favorites. Not that the others looked bad— on the contrary, you both looked stunning— but they transported you back into that moment full of reassurance and love. 

Before you knew it, the last game of the season transpired, along with your last class before exam season took place in January after your Winter vacations. 

After your wedding. 

For your bachelor and bachelorette parties respectively the two of you decided to celebrate during the day so that night the rehearsal dinner could take place at the same cozy chateau the wedding was taking place the next day. It was more of a mixer than anything else, considering Jude had guests come from all over to the event. All of them you knew, since you both agreed to keep it tight knit on both sides. There had also been a sworn secrecy, you’ve giggled for hours reading Twitter threads speculating when your wedding was taking place when it was literally happening right under their noses. 

It had been an hour or so since the last of the guests either drove home or crossed over to stay at the boutique hotel nearby. Both of your families were sleeping in the other rooms in the venue, but the matrimonial bedroom was left for your solitude. 

“Can’t sleep either, eh?” You turned to Jude’s husky voice from the bedroom door. You got up with a nod, watching as he closed the door behind you. “Anxious?” 

“Definitely.” You agreed, pulling him down and into a hug. “Young bride was not something I ever pictured in my resume but that was before I met you.” You muttered, cupping his face and kissing his forehead. 

Jude observed your movements slowly, feeling the cold white gold against his cheek. He turned his face and kissed your palm before taking it in his hand, kissing your fingers, never breaking eye contact. He inched in, nose brushing against you and you knew well enough his intentions. 

“In twenty-four hours we’ll consummate the marriage, Belli-bear; don’t.” You warned him with a playful smile, noticing how he leaned down and kissed your neck slowly. You couldn’t resist, tilting your head back. With all the planning involved, you barely got to see anything of each other, even less intimately. 

“I don’t care.” He grumbled, sliding his hands on your thighs as you stumbled over to the edge of the bed. He sat first, drawing you over to his lap. “I’ve barely seen you in the last two months.” Jude linked your lips together, and you melted right into his lap. It was slow, taking your time. He pulled down the straps of the soft cotton pajamas, letting the top roll down and pool at your waist. 

Your bare chest heaved against his clothed one, and he removed the shirt before his hands cupped your breasts. The tension building up in the room was something you’ve never experienced before; it was mind numbing, almost. 

“I love you.” You muttered something you’ve said so many times previously, but it felt like the first time. You noticed how he swallowed hard, his eyes looking up at you with utter admiration. Instead of replying right away, his hand sneaked under the matching shorts, past your underwear. Your breath hitched, his middle fingers drawing circles slowly. 

“Yo también te amo.” He replied, licking his lips. You slightly raised your brows in surprise; it was usually the other way around. You said it in Spanish and he replied in English. Now his tongue spoke your language with ease each day. Your mouth twitched lightly into a smile, interrupted by a moan as he gathered the slick pooling around his fingers. 

“Let me take you, please.” His begging was sincere, knowing you could easily decline and follow traditions. Not that you hadn’t done it before, but maybe right before your wedding was pushing it. “I’m too eager… I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow. 

You have been feeling his boner pressing against your thigh for a while now, yet again adding to his honesty. Your thoughts were racing a hundred miles per hour, but you concluded there was nothing traditional about this in the first place. The two of you were bending the rules over backwards from the day you met. A smile still rose to your lips, pulling him into a kiss and pushing him onto the bed. 

“Take me now. Tomorrow you’ll do it forever.” You brushed your nose against his, and he switched places to lay on top of you. Without wasting any time he pulled your pajama shorts and underwear down, his own following soon after. 

“Uh, fuck— I forgot,” He looked around the room, trying to figure out if you’d brought any condoms. You pulled his face towards yours, cupping his jaw in your fingers. 

“I’ll take a pill tomorrow.” You noticed how his eyes shone in a way you’d never noticed before, and he caught your lips in his once more, brushing his tip against your entrance. You mewled, feeling the stretch and embracing it warmly. Your fiancé held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. 

“You feel so warm,” He practically whined, starting to draw out long thrusts. You could barely reply to the praise, trying to keep your moans muffled by hiding your face in his neck. “So perfect for me, my girl.” 

He knew those strained moans like the back of his hand, the kind where you seemed to be choking on air. The way your cunt squeezed him was enough indication. “Yes, baby. Do it, cum for me.” You exhaled in a way it was apparent the permission lifted a weight off your shoulders. He held you closer to his body, allowing your moans to leave your mouth more freely without escaping those four walls. 

The stutter of his hips that came soon after, followed by a string of curses gave away that Jude was close too. You kissed his strong shoulders, giving him words of encouragement as he perched your legs over his shoulders and started a painful pace to find his release. Still, he looked down at you with a fondness that made your heart melt, leaning down for a final kiss as he pulled out and shot ropes of white to cover your lower tummy. 

“How about a warm bath?” He proposed tenderly, and you couldn’t have said no, even if you wanted to. Without even noticing you fell asleep curled up in his chest, the light steam surrounding your bodies. 

You woke up the next day to the empty bed, haven’t felt so well rested in a while. There was some chatter going on downstairs, and you peaked from the bedroom window to notice staff being led by your mother and soon to be mother-in-law assembling the ceremony venue in the vast backyard. The reality soon dawned upon you, and you wanted to throw up from the nerves and scream in glee. 

But that was the last time you were left alone with your thoughts, as a soft knock rang through the room. “Coming! Denme dos minutos!” You sprung up from the bed, quickly fixing the bed and slipping into the silk slip dress you bought for the whole ‘getting ready’ part of it. The house had a great heating system from the dropping temperatures, but you still got a matching bolero in cashmere. Upon opening the door you were greeted by your small wedding party, consisting of your cousin and best friend. Your other female family members were getting ready with you with the same team of hair and makeup. 

The greeting hugs everyone gave you were so different. They were full of warmth, positivity. You had to hold back tears when your mom hugged you, easing up all your nerves. It was as if they were confirming to you that they were there for you, sending all the well wishes for the years to come with a simple embrace. 

You had your favorite breakfast with mimosas before getting ready. Music was blasting, everyone was chatting it up and helping each other. It felt as though you were getting ready for a regular party, until your brother came knocking at the door. “Delivery for the bride.” He smiled, and the room full of women squealed. You were done with your hair already but you were going to be the last to get your makeup done. 

With a smile you kissed your brother on the cheek before ushering him out the door, taking a hold of the large box and placing it on the bed. Upon removing the lid, you gasped at the delicately placed bouquet, the one you were going to be walking down the aisle with. 

“You like it? I helped him choose. He assembled it himself last night after everyone was gone.” Denise came up to you with a warm smile, and you couldn’t help but give her a tearful nod, setting the flowers aside to give her a tight hug. You figured this whole thing was a big change for her, considering how much of a mama’s boy Jude was. 

But that embrace felt just like the others; full of support and well wishes. 

In no time your makeup started and the women got dressed, only leaving your mum to help you with the dress and the veil. “Ay mi princesa.” She exhaled, fanning her eyes as you took a step back to look at yourself in front of the mirror. You took a deep breath in, having to hold back the need to start crying. Your dream wedding dress fit you as perfectly as it did on the first fitting, and the lacy veil was as perfect as it was on your mother all those years back. 

“I think we should head downstairs. Get some pictures of our family together. Jude should be waiting outside already, so there would be no peeking.” She laughed, carefully cleaning away the tears right at the edge of her eyes. 

The following reactions were similar. Your father looked as though he was about to pass out, and your brother was left speechless. But you only cared about one reaction, and you stood perfect for the family pictures as you could only imagine how Jude would react. 

Still the anticipation couldn’t have prepared you to see him shedding real tears as you walked down the garden, unable to stop looking at you. And for a second there, you swore it was just you and him in the entire planet. 

You couldn’t stop looking at each other throughout the whole thing, no matter if you were supposed to look at the officiant. You said your vows first, eyes brimming with tears. “Most importantly, I love how you make me think I’m the brightest star in the world, no matter how bad either of us are feeling. And I promise I’ll drive you everywhere for the rest of our lives, don’t get that license, amor.” You finished with a bitter sweet chuckle. But you couldn’t have expected what Jude had to say next. 

“Uh, I’ve been practicing my vows for the past six months. If there’s any mistakes, just… keep it to yourselves.” The audience chuckled lightly, but they were as intrigued as you were. He started out by saying your name, almost breathless, “Siempre te he dicho que eres la razón por la que creo en el amor a primera vista.” You choked out a sob, as people in the audience gasped. 

Jude had written and learned his vows in Spanish. Without telling a soul. 

He apparently grew more confident, sucking a big breath in. “Y hoy, puedo decir con toda certeza que creo en el amor sincero y eterno. Todo por ti, preciosa,” His bottom lip quivered, noticing how you were made a mess, eyes full of tears. 

“Eres la estrella que alumbra mis días. Mi chauffeur que me lleva a todos los lugares sin que se lo pida.” He cleared his throat, inhaling the tears in. “Gracias por confiar en mí y en nuestro amor para llegar aquí hoy. Te amo.” 

You smiled at him warmly, and knew he would tease you later for having matching vows without knowing. The rest of the ceremony flew by, and Jude really took the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part too seriously. 

“I can’t believe you copied me…” He huffed as you made way inside the mansion, waiting in a separate room for your entrance. “…Mrs. Bellingham.” He practically giggled, and you laughed from the mirror as you were retouching your makeup.

“You’re the one that copied me! I said my vows first, idiot!” You joked, finishing the lip combo before getting to his side, holding his hand to do your entrance to the dining hall. The nerves filled you up and he noticed from the way you shifted your weight from one side to another. 

He kissed your hand and winked, and you knew everything was going to be alright. 

You found out that night most of your guests were hefty drinkers, or at least they had decided to be so for that particular occasion. But you also found out later that night that thank God you ‘consummated your marriage’ the previous night, considering you had to ask for a few of his fellow athlete friends to carry him up to the newlywed couple’s bedroom. You later laid there staring at the ceiling, stomach churning from… anticipation? The drinks? 

But even as Jude was snoring right next to you, you knew deep down everything was going to be alright. 

For the rest of your lives together.

judebellingham mr. and mrs. b 🤍

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A/N: my bf still says we can't get married so enjoyyy this delusion i'm using to cope KFDSKLSDFKLV lowk did my dream wedding here but it wasn't at the same time. hope everyone enjoyed this sappy sappy short series !! the translation to jude’s wedding vows are in that lil note in the smau !!!

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Okay I've been debating about requesting this. However, I think you would do this lovely.

Reader is shopping for her wedding dress and is really excited only for the workers. They treat her terribly for her size and make her feel uncomfortable, so she leaves trying on only like 2 dresses and feels icky and when her mate (Cassian) wants to cuddle he can sense somethings off especially when he evades his touch.

Take some liberties with it. But I had this experience recently with my bridesmaids, and we didn't feel insecure, but we all left feeling really angry and upset

Full disclosure I did write something similar to this with Rhys, but I would honestly love your take with Cassian because I think you write him beautifully 😍

Mine | Cassian

Cassian X Plus Size reader

Y/N goes wedding dress shopping and is confronted with females who make it clear that they think she’s unworthy of being Cassian’s mate, that she shouldn’t be his wife. Cassian shows her just how fucking wrong they are.

Warning: Mature themes (18+), swearing, body image issues and mean comments, fluff, angst and Mild Smut. (A/N to the lovely person who requested this I am sorry this happened to you, and I hope this work is how you'd like!)

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

"A size 18?"

The female before me asked again – for the third fucking time.

And just like the first and second, her beautiful face twisted, lips curling in a cruel smirk, blue eyes widening and her tone – I could hear the condescension in it. But what really took the cake was how her eyes raked down my figure, from head to toe looking at me like I was dirt on her shoe.

"Yes," Mor breathed, speaking sharply through her clenched teeth. I glanced sidelong at her, nervous at the anger simmering in her golden eyes. "She said that already. Thrice."

The female's eyes slid from me to Mor, and she had the good sense to look uneasy at the blonde's wrathful expression. I kept my face neutral when she met my gaze, a faux-innocent smile on her pink lips before she dipped her head in a bare nod and scurried away.

I glared as her long, slender legs carried her, shapely hips and slim waist swaying with every graceful movement. No wonder why she was looking at me like I was the fucking elephant in the room. She was tiny, as was every other worker in this stupid shop.

"I am going to pluck her eyes from her head," Mor seethed quietly from beside me. I turned to her, bracing my hands on my soft hips as I met her furious frown. "And tear her tongue from her mouth. She is awful."

"Yes, she is," I chuckled, pushing down the ache in my chest as I met Mor’s stare. I wouldn’t let her meanness affect me. Nor would I let Mor try and defend my honour. “But we’re here for a wedding dress, this is meant to be fun. Just ignore her.”

Mor sighed, tucking the strands of her long blonde hair from her face. I gave her a hopeful smile and I could see her physically forcing down her anger for my sake. A second later her golden eyes met mine and she beamed.

“You’re right, this is meant to be fun,” Mor grabbed my hand, smirking as she tugged me along the shop floor to the dressing room, passing the dozens and dozens of gorgeous gowns. “And you're going to marry your mate. Cassian is one lucky male.”

We passed a group of female workers, re-organising the rack – and it was almost comical how they all halted at Mor’s words, eyes widening. Mor’s smirk broadened and she shot them a cruel, amused look.

“Mate and soon-to-be wife of General Cassian of the Night Court,” Mor continued, feigning ignorance to the group of females now listening. Their faces ashen as they flickered their gaze to and from me. “You really do need the perfect dress.”

I rolled my eyes at her gloating tone, slapping her hand in mild scolding as we stopped before the dressing room doors. I tried to ignore how the workers watched me, but I could feel their deadly stares boring holes into my back, all over my body – I could feel the awful judgement.

“I think the one we chose will be perfect,” Mor continued, oblivious to the stares I was getting and the whispers behind my back. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing an easy smile onto my lips as she gushed. “The neckline, the bodice, the skirt – Cassian won’t know what hit him.”

“Let’s wait and see if they have my size first,” I muttered, drumming my fingers impatiently as we waited. Mor shot me a look, frowning but I just stared ahead. I didn’t want her to feel bad for me.

“If this store doesn’t another will,” Mor said, her tone a shade softer now. “Besides, we have the best tailors in Velaris, we could have a gown fit for a queen made for you if you wanted. I know Cassian would want nothing less than the best for you. So do the rest of us.”

A gown fit for a queen. Something fit for the mate of the General. The thought made me feel nauseous for some reason. Still, I gave Mor another smile, nodding along as if I liked the idea.

Mercifully, the female worker arrived before Mor could press me anymore about what I thought. Or unmercifully if the fake smile she wore as she approached was any indication. Or how she held that size 18 dress like the largeness of it might rub off on her.

Mor was right. She is fucking awful.

“Here we are,” She chirped, draping the bag over my arm with more force than necessary. She eyed the dress, disdain in them. “Size 18. Sadly, that is the largest we do. So, hopefully, it fits.”

Hopefully sounded more like I hope it doesn’t – sounded like she wanted to laugh at me when it didn’t.

“Hopefully,” I gritted out, shooting her a bland smile before walking away without another word.

Mor chuckled quietly as she followed after me, leaving that awful female standing there – dismissed. Perhaps it was mean, I was not someone who was ever rude to staff and yet this woman had brought that side out of me.

She’d also brought out the side of me that felt sick with nerves at the idea of trying this dress on.

***

Mor began crying the second I stepped out of the changing rooms wearing the dress.

“Oh Cauldron,” She laughed, red-painted nails coming to her face, wiping the endless tears away. I smiled as I descended the steps moving toward the mirrors. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Truly, you’re a dream.”

I smiled at my friend; throat too tight to voice how much her words meant to me. My legs shook a little as I moved toward the mirrors. The dress had fit, and she was right – I did look like a dream.

“Gods, it’s beautiful,” I whispered, voice shaking. I ran my trembling hands along the tight-laced bodice, down the soft silk material as it draped along my curved hips and fell in soft, elegant weaves down my thighs and to the floor.

It fit me like a glove. The simple, sweetheart neckline accentuated my chest, the bodice moulded perfectly against my waist and hips and the material looked rich, looked like it was made for a queen.

“You’re beautiful,” Mor said softly, coming to stand behind me in the mirror, tears glistening in her eyes as she ran her hands through my hair, “I think this might be the dress.”

“I think so too,” I laughed, my eyes burning with emotion as I stared at myself. Beautiful – it was a feeling I rarely experienced and yet, right now I did. I felt beautiful. “This is my dress.”

Mor shrieked, and I flinched at the shrill sound as she laughed, hugging me so tight I could scarcely breathe. I giggled, sniffing as I wrapped my arms around her slender frame, and I was beaming just as broad as she was.

Until the door cracked open.

And that female stood in the doorway. Frowning at me.

“You’ve found your dress then?” She said tightly, interrupting Mor’s elated nonsensical muttering about Cassian and the wedding and something about drinking. “It fits.”

I straightened as Mor pulled away from me, all remnants of a smile gone from her lovely face, and she was as stiff as me as we turned to that female. I swallowed as her blue eyes racked across my figure, something akin to disgust rippling like waves through her gaze.

“Yes,” I said tightly, my arms unconsciously folding over my chest. As if to shield myself from her judgment. “It fits.”

“Excellent,” She replied, sounding anything but thrilled. But still, she smiled, an ugly sight, before she beckoned Mor to follow her. “We can figure out the details while she gets out of the dress. I imagine it might take a while.”

Mor’s canines flashed and the female took a step back in surprise when Mor looked as if she might lunge for her – and rip out her throat with her teeth. But I clamped my hand down around her wrist before she could. Her golden eyes turned to me, incredulous, but I merely shook my head with a warning in my eyes.

“That’s fine,” I said sharply, meeting her blue eyes and raising my chin, “I’ll see you both in a few minutes then.”

“Fine,” Mor muttered, sighing as my fingers uncurled from her wrist. I could see the anger on her face as she followed after the female. And rightfully so, the female kept a good distance between them as they exited the room.

I released a tight breath as I moved back to the changing room, locking the door and slumping back against it once I was inside. And just like that, I felt awful again. I felt big like I was taking up too much space. I felt ugly like this dress wasn’t for me. And most of all I felt unworthy.

A mixture of anger and sorrow washed over me as I slipped out of the dress and back into my usual leggings and top. I tried to not dwell on how that female had looked at me, how swiftly she had yanked me back to reality with something as simple as her words.

It shouldn’t have mattered and yet, for some reason it did.

“Did you hear-“

I heard the soft giggling voice as I yanked my shoes on, two pairs of footsteps and rustling clothes sounding in the main part of the dressing room. Admittedly, I might have softened my movements to hear them. I had a horrible feeling I knew what they were talking about.

“The female who came in before asking for a size 18,” She whispered, spitting the size like it was acid on her tongue. My chest tightened. “She’s mated to and marrying General Cassian. Cassian who looks like a God is tied to her.”

“Cauldron spare him,” The other female choked on a laugh, and they both sounded almost sorry for him – like they pitied Cassian for having me as a mate. “The least she could have done is lose some weight for the wedding. I’m a size 2 and I would have tried to get down to a 0, never mind being her size.”

Her size.

Hot, searing embarrassment spread over me like a fire. But I forced down the humiliation and the bile twisting in my gut as I rose to my feet grabbing my purse and unlocking the door as loudly as I could. They stopped speaking and moving, instantly.

And my face was like steel as I stepped out into the main room. And watched their eyes widen, faces turning ashen. It would have been amusing if they hadn’t just torn my sense of self to shreds.

“Oh-“ One of the females gasped upon seeing me. Dumb struck. I saw them both glancing at each other, faces reddening and scrambling to find the words to explain what I had overheard.

I said nothing as I began stalking away, but I kept my face hard and my back straight as I exited the room and moved back through the shop floor. They were scurrying after me, like the rodents they were, likely to beg me not to say anything.

“Y/N!” Mor grinned as she stood at the counter, the first female and another, older female by her side, sorting through some paperwork. Mor’s smile dimmed when she saw my stormy expression. “What-“

“We’re not buying that dress,” I said simply as I stopped at the desk. All eyes latched onto me in surprise. “I won’t be buying anything from this store.”

Mor blinked at me. But upon seeing the severity on my face, the way my hands were clenched around my purse until my knuckles turned white, she didn’t push it.

“All right,” Mor nodded, dropping the papers in her hand, and slipping her bag around her shoulder. She looked at me and smiled, “Let’s go.”

“Wait. Wait-“

I glanced at the older female, seeing the confusion and panic on her face. But it was nothing compared to the panic of the female worker beside her. She looked like she might pass out.

“I’m the manager here, ladies,” The elder female said, and her eyes were kind. She seemed kind. “If you have any issues, please I will do whatever I can to remedy it.”

“You’re the manager?” I asked, and she nodded. I smiled - it was not a kind sight. “Then you should know that I intended to buy that dress, it was lovely. But I won’t.”

“Because of her,” I looked at the first female at her side, my tone as sharp as a blade. She stiffened, like a doe caught by a predator as all eyes fell to her.

“And them,” I turned back to where the two other females stood. Just as stiff, just as caught off guard. Still holding the garments, they had been fixing when they were discussing my body in the dressing room.

“I’d re-think the kind of people you employ here, how they speak and treat your customers,” I said, turning back to the eldest female. She had anger in her eyes now – like this wasn’t the first time. “Because I won’t pay to be ridiculed. And I will ensure that no female I know will come here either, not with the likes of them working here.”

“I apologise for whatever offence they caused, my dear,” She frowned, shaking her head at me. She genuinely looked upset. “I will deal with this accordingly.”

I turned my attention to the workers, to the anger and tears in their eyes. They glared at me as if this were my fault. I shot them a saccharine smile before turning, Mor on my heel as we walked away.

“Are you all right?” Mor asked me softly when we left the shop and walked back into the bustle of the main street.

“I’m fine,” I lied, keeping my eyes straight ahead. “I just want to go home. It’s been a long day.”

***

I hear Cassian and Azriel’s laughter the second Mor and I step into the house. And Cassian must sense my presence because I feel a soft brush down the bond, adoring and needy as if trying to coax me to come to him faster.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian grins the second I walk into the room, his handsome face lighting in the most breathtaking way as he rushes over to me. His arms are around me in a second, enveloping me in a great, crushing hug.

It would be sweet. Except his hands dig into the flesh at my back. I can feel my stomach pressing into his hard, carved chest. And he’s lifting me, Gods, I cringe as my feet lift off the ground and he’s bearing all my weight.

“Hey, Cass,” I mutter, trying to force an easy smile onto my lips as he drops me gently to my feet. I push at his chest, pulling free from his hold as I step back, and I don’t miss the small, confused frown he gives me. “Hey, Az.”

Azriel smiles at me, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes as I stiffly move around my mate, every inch of me hard and wilting from his loving touch.

“You don’t have any bags with you?” Cassian noted from beside me, his hazel eyes moving from Mor, who was shoving her several bags onto the counter and then to me, with none. “I thought you were going wedding shopping?”

“I didn’t find anything,” I said simply, moving on stiff legs to the dining table. I brush off Cassian’s hand on my back as I do so, and Azriel’s eyes narrow. But again, I ignore it all as I pour myself a glass of water, staring at the clear water as if fills my cup.

“That’s not true, she found a beautiful dress, the dress,” Mor said, her voice exasperated. And my fingers tightened around the glass as I brought it to my mouth and sipped. “She was going to buy it, but the workers were such assholes to her-“

“Workers?” Cassian cut in, voice sharpening. I sighed when he marched to me, towering height peering down at me with anger and concern in his eyes. “What shop? What did they say-“

“Nothing, Cass,” I kiss my teeth, brushing away the hand he brought to my face, annoyance flaring in my eyes. His frown deepened, and so did the tension in the room. “Nothing happened, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Mor argued, and my jaw clenched, as I looked away from my mate to the glass in my hand. “They were mean, Y/N and the way they spoke to you and looked at you, the way they treated you-“

“Mor!” I slammed the glass onto the table, so hard the wood shook from the impact. My sharp yell echoed through the silence as everyone stared at me – shocked. “I said it was fine. Just stop.”

Mor blinks at me, her face falling. I regret yelling at her immediately.

“I’m sorry,” She mutters, guilt in her eyes. I feel Cassian and Azriel’s attention unwavering on me and it’s too much. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,” I whisper, voice shaking. My entire body is shaking as I step away from them, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. “I’m- I’m going to go get some rest.”

“Y/N,” Cassian called my name as I turned, but I could feel the tears burning in my eyes. So, I kept walking, and walking, and walking.

***

I’m sitting on the chaise in one of Cassian’s old shirts, reading and re-reading the same line in my book when he comes in.

I don’t lift my eyes from that one page, even as my heart thunders in my chest as he silently stalks over to me. I know he can hear my heavy breathing and erratic pulse; I know he can feel my sorrow in waves down the bond.

His footsteps are nearly silent as he moves toward me, and I feel his eyes like a brand on my skin. I suck in a harsh breath when he stops and drops to kneel before me. His large hands brace on my thighs, his face levels with mine and I’m shaking as I keep my eyes down.

I hear his throat work and I clamp my eyes shut when his hand comes forward, gently taking the book I wasn’t reading from my hands and discarding it on the floor beside him. So gentle, so tender, I could feel it just in the way he watched me.

“Look at me, my love,” Cassian whispers, fingers curling around my thighs. I cringe as he kneads my flesh, but his touch is adoring. “Please, look at me.”

I took in a stabilising breath before I fluttered my eyes open and lifted them to meet his. My heart broke at the pain in his eyes, that lovely face twisted with hurt as he beheld me.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. My voice broke. But still, I shook my head, trying to smile. “I’m fine Cass.”

“No, you’re not baby,” Cassian frowned, and a tear slid down from my eyes when his hand lifted and cupped my cheek, darkness in his eyes as he tracked that tear. And the next. And the next. “What happened? What did they say? I can’t fix it if I don’t know.”

My bottom lip trembled as more tears fell from my face, and Cassian released a broken, desperate groan as I tried to fight back my sobs. I curled one hand around his strong wrist, just needing to hold him, to anchor myself to his strength.

“They were looking at me like I was disgusting Cass,” I whispered, unable to say the words any louder. I kept my eyes closed as I spoke - I couldn’t face him. “Like just for existing in my body I should be ashamed.”

He shook with rage. I felt it down the bond, that primal, deadly anger that he rarely ever exhibited but when he did it was catastrophic.

“And when they heard, I was mated to you, that I would be marrying you,” Another sob broke free from me and his hand tightened at my jaw. He leaned forward, trembling as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I overheard them talking about how gorgeous you were and how fucking awful it was that you were mated to me.”

Pain danced through the bond, his pain not mine.

“And I just felt so guilty,” I breathed, sniffing as the tears leaked into my nose and mouth, as Cassian let them soak him too. “You should have a female walking down that aisle who is beautiful and thin, I didn’t even try and lose weight for the wedding, I’m sorry Cass-“

“Stop.” He snarled. And my eyes blinked open latching onto the searing, furious rage in his gaze. “Stop.”

“Cassian – “ I gasped as he grabbed me, fingers curling around my waist and hips and before I knew it, he was lifting me, spinning us so that he sat on the chaise, and I was straddling him. So fast. So easy. Like I didn’t weigh a damn thing.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Cassian said severely, hand cupping my cheek and forcing my eyes to stay on his. I had never seen him so serious. “I’m going to speak and you’re going to listen, okay?”

I nodded slowly, blinking away the tears as I stared at him.

His hand stayed on my jaw, the other curling around my thigh and keeping my body flush with him. Every inch of me felt every inch of him. I tried not to cringe at what he could feel.

“Do not ever let anyone, male or female, make you question your worth and beauty,” He said, his voice steady and firm. So were his eyes. “Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you are not enough. You are worthy of the world and more, do you hear me?”

I swallowed, my throat painfully tight but at the command in his gaze, I nodded again.

“I should kill those females for speaking about you like that, for making you think that any inch of you is ugly,” He snarled softly, canines baring, and I hated how he frowned, wanting to rub away the crease between his brows. “You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen in my life. And I thank the Mother every fucking day that she made you mine. That she made me yours.”

A tear trickled down my face. Cassian’s eyes softened and he rubbed that tear and the next away with a tender brush of his thumb.

“Don’t ever think I don’t love your body, I do, I love every curve baby, I can’t resist them,” He sighed, and my eyes fluttered as his hand began to languish across my thighs, moving over my fleshy hips and the rolls at my back with need. “I don’t want you to change anything about yourself, not for me, or a wedding, or to fit into a dress. I want you just as you are.”

“Are you sure?” I whisper, my voice so weak. And Cassian’s face falls at it, at the doubt and vulnerability in my words. “I don’t want to embarrass you Cassian.”

“You could never embarrass me,” He scoffs, and my body melts into his as his hand curves around to cup my ass, dragging me forward so that not even an inch of space remains between us. “I am nothing but a brute. A bastard. But with you? I am the luckiest male in the world, I get to have your heart, your smile, and your body to love and worship and comfort for the rest of my life. I pity other males who don’t have you.”

“You’re not a brute or a bastard or anything else of the sort,” I frown, denial sparking like embers in my eyes. Cassian laughs, his throat thick with emotion, but he laughs at the immediate anger in me. “I love you Cassian. Just like you love me.”

I knew he did. I never should have questioned it.

“And I love you, baby,” He smiles, that kind of smile that knocks the air from my lungs. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t want you to forget it but if you do, I will always be there to remind you.”

My eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips to mine, and the feeling is just like home. It’s like finding the other half of my soul and feeling it slot into place the second we meet. It’s perfect.

Cassian grins as I moan, my lips parting to let his tongue sweep in, hot and exploring, tracing against my teeth and tongue like he wants to devour me. His hands ravish along my body, palming my ass, cupping, and toying with my aching breasts, rubbing that deliciously thick length up into me.

“So responsive,” Cassian praises, running his tongue along my lips teasingly and I whimper as he rolls his hips against my wet, swollen clit, so hard I can feel him through his slacks and my underwear. “So beautiful when you’re rubbing against me, my love.”

“Cass,” I moan, eyes fluttering as presses wet kisses against my jaw, his hands cupping my ass and dragging me back and forth over his cock. He groans a rough, lewd sound, one that goes straight down to the heat between my thighs.

“I think you should forgo a dress on our wedding day,” Cassian grumbles against my cheek, hazel eyes flashing mischievously as I grind down against him, faster and harder. “I couldn’t imagine a better sight than you walking down that aisle completely naked, looking like the goddess you are.”

“Cassian,” My back arched, the slickness between my thighs growing more and more, especially as he growled those filthy words into my ears. His hands do not stop for a second, exploring and touching every inch of me.

“Whatever dress you wear will be on the floor anyway,” He chuckles darkly, and I clench around nothing when he shifts me back, his hand slipping between our bodies to untie his slacks. I groan when he pulls his cock free, eager as I push my underwear to the side and line him up to my entrance.

“I plan to make love to this perfect cunt from the second you’re tied to me,” He snarls softly and I’m a moaning mess as I sink, taking inch after inch into my wet core, loving how good he stretches me. “A dress would just be an unnecessary obstacle.”

His teeth nip and bite against my throat as he maxes out inside me and I have to brace my hands on his chest to calm myself, stretched so wide, feeling him so deep. He grins at how breathless and desperate I am, seated inside me like this was his home.

“You want me to walk down naked on our wedding day?” I lift my eyes to him, clenching around him and watching his eyes flutter at the feeling. I smirk, cupping his jaw as I slowly roll my hips. “With so many males present?”

His eyes darken. Like death.

“Rhysand, Azriel, Helion, Varian,” I roll my hips again, moaning at the spark of pleasure that runs through me. Cassian’s hands tighten on my hips, hard enough to bruise and my smirk broadens. “Lucien, Jurian, Eris-“

“I will kill them all before letting them see you naked,” Cassian bucks his hips up violently, slamming his cock to the hilt. I choke on a gasp, slumping into his awaiting embrace.

“Every-“ Thrust. “Last-“ Thrust. “Fucking-“ Thrust. “One.”

I cry out as he drives his cock into me, the sound of my arousal dancing through the air, mixing with my moans. Cassian groans, and I can feel that primitive Fae instinct in him as he fucks me as if he wants to imprint himself onto my very skin.

“You’re mine, baby,” His canines bite against the junction of my throat, just as his cock hits a deep, spongey spot inside me. “All fucking mine.”

“I’m yours, Cass,” I whimper, panting as he slides in and out of me at a brutal pace, every shift of his hips rubbing against my swollen clit. “I’m all yours, yours, yours – “

He smiles.

And fucks me for hours like I was his.

And he was mine. 

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Life in Technicolor

Ford Pines x Fem! Reader

Summary: After the two of you were stuck on opposite sides of the space time continuum for 30 years- how do you go back to normal?

A bunch of little blurbs because people ate that up last time and it's fun-er to write rn :)

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Meeting Mabel and Dipper was truly one of the best things that you'd ever experienced. You loved helping Mabel with her endless crafts and hearing all her boy problems (which was a shocking amount and also of shocking severity). You also loved helping Dipper with his research of Gravity Falls under Stan's nose of course. He'd kept your room of video tapes under lock, so when you finally convinced him to open it ("it is MY stuff Stan"), Dipper was on Cloud 9 going through all of your recordings. Most of them were trashed unfortunately after years of dust and sitting, but a few of them actually ran back and played, which excited you both.

One morning you went to the Gravity Falls farmers market only to feel the intense scrutiny of everyone's eyes on you until Susan, still the waitress at the pancake place questioned where you had been for the past couple decades. "Um, vacation?" you had sheepishly answered. It seemed to somehow work.

Mabel, Dipper, and Soos took it upon themselves to catch Ford and you up on all the worldwide events you'd missed. Ford was distraught over Princess Diana's death.

While Ford was often stuck in the basement working on his devices and journals, you liked to stay in the gift shop and help at the register, working on writing down all your time over the past years between customer checking out. Wendy thought you were pretty cool for doing it.

You caught Soos once trying to Sharpie on a similar heart under his own eye once. You slowly closed the door despite not breaking eye contact with him. Neither of you ever brought it up.

Ford and you went stargazing most nights on top of the shack. Stan did do a pretty good job installing a dubious, but stable-ish, balcony.

Stan and you were a little awkward at first, as he didn't know if you'd share his brother's attitude towards him or not. You couldn't handle it anymore and ended up buying him a 6 pack of shitty beer and driving the golf cart in donuts outside in the parking lot until you were both doubled over.

Ford and you held another wedding ceremony. A more proper one this time. Dipper was the ring bearer, with Mabel being the flower girl. She unfortunately picked some of a carnivorous variety that started biting their ankles soon after exchanging "I do's".

Mabel took you and Ford out to try and update your wardrobes since everything was stuck in the 80's. Ford blushed every time you stepped out of the dressing room.

Stan tripped you (accidentally) into the Bottomless Pit and Ford nearly killed him on the spot.

You got dragged into supervising the girls on their quest to get unicorn hair and nearly threw out your back while throwing punches at those bratty horses.

Being old in this world was the hardest thing, but you were glad Ford was there to commiserate with. When you had been here last as spry 30 something year olds and were flung back as 60 something year olds. Most night's you'd stare at yourself in the mirror after brushing your teeth until Ford would get up from bed and wrap his arms around your waist and look into the mirror with you. "Still beautiful" he'd mumble as he'd kiss your shoulder. It wasn't that though. Sometimes you just couldn't recognize yourself. You were supposed to have watched the both of you grow older in this house. Not blast back here after decades apart.

"Do you ever feel like we missed out on all those years?" you'd ask Ford one day. "Perhaps. But all we can do is focus on the future at this point, and at least we have that," he'd answer.

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this is part two of this post, i suggest reading that before reading this!

this is my first time writing smut, so please don’t bully me too bad - that being said i honestly think i kinda killed it ngl

also,, i suggest listening to like real people do by hozier during the slow dance bc it was my inspo and it really helps set the scene

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

original prompt: you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you and asks if there’s anything you can do in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, cheating, pet names, afab!reader (p in v) unprotected sex, daddy kink, spitting, cum swapping, throat fucking, spanking, oral (male and female), praise kink, dirty talk, choking, etc etc

word count: 6k

this is NOT proof read so if there are any mistakes ignore them! i believe that anyone of any shape or size and anyone of color can enjoy this. i don’t believe there is any description of physical appearance other than the use of the word ‘curves’ (please please correct me if i’m wrong, i don’t want to make assumptions about anything!!)

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After some back and forth with himself, Mike decided to invite you over even though you didn’t need to babysit Abby. He wanted to talk about what he needed to wear to the wedding, what time to pick you up, and if you were staying overnight at the hotel so he could try to find a sitter for Abby. He’s never been to a wedding, not one that he can remember anyway. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page and to him, texting everything just wouldn’t suffice.

Maybe that’s just what he kept telling himself. Maybe he just wanted to see you again. Maybe he wanted to ask you just how serious your relationship was. Is there any way he could squeeze in and replace your current partner? Could he do better than him? Make you cum harder and faster than him? He didn’t even know his name and he was so envious. Jesus, he needed to get a grip, he knew if you could hear his thoughts, you would hate him.

You were sat across from Mike, crisscrossed apple sauce style on the floor. You had a few loose papers, notes you had written last night to read off to the brown-haired boy. You were trying to make sure he was following along with the description of your family. You watched him make mental notes of everything you said, nodding every once and a while. You were nervous, to say the least, you hadn’t had a boyfriend meet your family in a while.

Your family was awful, complaining and nitpicking about everything in your life, nothing good enough for them. You were the oldest of your siblings and your cousins, but way behind in your career, you weren’t married, and you didn’t have any children. When you didn’t bring a date of some sort, they made sure to call you out on that, ‘Maybe it’s just something we’ll have to get used to’, ‘single again? No surprise there’. When you did bring a date it was the exact opposite, ‘You could do so much better’, ‘that’s the best you could do? We thought we raised you better’. It was quite embarrassing.

“My mom is going to be the most difficult, she is very hostile and she loves to pick everything I do apart.” Mike visibility gulped, nodding and making a mental note to limit his contact with your mom. “I think that’s everyone. We will probably need to do some hand-holding and some cheek kisses, some pet names maybe, but nothing that will make you uncomfortable, I already feel bad enough that I had to drag you to this and-”

Mike reached over and grabbed your hand that was resting on top of the coffee table, “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big boy, if I didn't want to do it I would've just said no. I want to help you”

You squeezed his hand, softly smiling at him. “I’m going shopping tomorrow morning for a dress, I’ll buy a tie for you while I’m out and drop it off once I’m finished if that’s okay?” you pick up your phone and keys off the table, standing up feeling the little shocks of electricity poke your legs after being in the same position for too long.

“Of course pretty girl, you can stop by whenever you want” Mike scolded himself, looking straight to the floor, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

You look up from the pile of notes you collected, feeling the soft red form on your cheeks. Pretty…

“I’ll be back tomorrow, I’ll text you when I’m on my way,” you say as you walk towards the door, “Bye Abby!” you yell to the girl sitting at the dining table, knowing you won’t be getting a response back, shutting the door behind you. Pretty…

Pretty, Pretty, Pretty.

Those were your only thoughts as you got in your car, buckled in, and started to drive.

~~~

Mike tugged at the forest green tie you bought him trying to make the placement look presentable. Mike hated ties, associating ties with job interviews, sitting in uncomfortable chairs trying to look and sound better than he would be on his first day of the job, just to be there a few miserable weeks until he inevitably gets fired. Nothing good ever came from Mike wearing a tie and he was hoping that you were the solution to solving that problem.

He was combing his curls when he heard a knock at his door, “Abby, get the door, she’s here!”

He heard her desk chair slide against the floor, her little feet fast as lightning to get the door for you, giggling the whole way.

“Oh wow,” the younger sibling looks at you in awe “You look beautiful like a princess!”

“Awe, thank you, Abby” You walk through the doorframe, “Mike are you ready? We need to leave in the next ten if you want to drop Abby off and be on time!”

He walked out of the bathroom, flicking the light off as he exited and looking down the hall, about to tell his sister to put on her shoes he stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t look anywhere but you. ‘Fuck’ he thought, ‘you look so beautiful’ Your hair done just right, a matching green mid-length dress that was tight to your curves, hugging every inch of your body, strappy silver heels that he knew would make you slightly taller than his small frame. Abby was right, you do look like a princess.

You suddenly noticed Mike's eyes on you, pulling away from your conversation with Abby, feeling slightly bad for cutting off her story about her new robot animal friends. “Is everything okay?” Mike didn’t answer, zoned out in his thoughts, “Do I look that bad?”

Feeling super self-conscious, you start to fold your arms on your body, trying to hide as much as possible. Mike immediately notices your body language change.

“No, you look so beautiful. That dress fits you really well.” Mike spoke softly, afraid of looking anywhere other than your eyes as if you’d be able to read his mind if he looked away.

“Thank you, Mike, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You eyed him up and down, his brown curls more pronounced, uncommonly neat, and taken care of, his matching tie slightly crooked, a small white handkerchief pinned to the front. “Very handsome”

Abby pulled you both away from your thoughts, finding it silly that you both just stared at one another not really speaking in full sentences. “Why are you guys looking at each other like that, it’s weird.”

Mike looked away first, embarrassed that a child called him out, “Abs go put your shoes on and grab your stuff, we’re going to be late.”

“Can’t I just come with you guys? I’ll be good, I promise!”

“I’m sorry Abby, my brother doesn’t want any kids coming, this is an adult party,” you say trying to make her not feel so bad, “but I promise you’ll have so much fun at Vanessa’s, don’t tell her I told you her secret but she’s buying pizza AND cookies”

The younger sibling looked at you with big eyes and a toothy grin, scurrying off to her room, singing ‘pizza and cookies’ over and over until she made it to the doorway.

“Ready?” you asked Mike as you started following Abby to the car, Mike grabbed his wallet and locked the door behind him as he followed you to your car.

~~~

The car ride wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, at first it was small talk, Mike asking questions about your job and your boyfriend, Parker, and what he does for work.

You turned into childhood stories, you telling him about your first kiss, which was with your middle school boyfriend and you both came in way too fast. “There is no way you broke your tooth!” “I did, It took me three weeks of it missing before my parents could get an appointment for me to fix it.” you reply giggling, “I had the worst lisp and it was the most embarrassing time of my life.”

“I’m sure it was cute, I would have loved to see it”

“You would’ve laughed at me, my brother called me Mike Tyson for months, even after I fixed it.”

Mike chuckled as he turned into the venue, trying to find a parking space. The hour-long drive went by quickly. Now your nerves were starting to appear, seeing all of your perfect family congregating at the entrance and talking with each other, wearing expensive clothes, topped with expensive jewelry. Not ready for them to pick apart your looks, personality, and everything else that they can think of. Mike noticed your anxiety and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“We could always go back if you want. We can sleep over at my house and order some Chinese food.”

“As great as that sounds, my brother would probably beat me up over me missing this” You squeezed Mike’s hand, “Let’s just go and get this over with.” You step out of the car and grab your purse, waiting for Mike at the front of the car, he collects his things and stands in front of you. You grab his tie, quickly straightening it. You finished and looked up at him, keeping your hands on his chest. You looked up to Mike, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you two were so close together.

You never noticed how nice Mike’s body was. He was always wearing something baggy, usually torn, his black suit was the nicest you’ve seen him in. ‘He was so handsome’ you thought. You pulled your hands from his chest, “Ready?”

Mike grabbed your hand, face turning a light shade of red at the intimate contact, interlacing both of your fingers together. Smiling to himself, “I’m ready”

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The ceremony was beautiful. Everything seemed to go perfectly for your brother and his new wife, watching the two from the front row. Mike wrapped his hand around your waist during the vows, handing you his handkerchief after watching you shed a few tears. You leaned into the contact, feeling comfort in Mike’s arms. You stand up with everyone else and watch your brother and his wife walk hand in hand down the aisle, cheering and clapping loudly. After a few moments, you and Mike followed your family, grabbing his hand instinctively.

You find your seat at the table, set down your purse, and ask Mike if he wants a drink from the bar, making your way up front after he answers. You turn around with your drinks, stopping when you see your mom sitting next to Mike at your table.

‘Oh shit,’ you muttered to yourself, slowing your pace and hoping she’ll be gone by the time you make it back. You try to read her as you walk back, her face is soft as Mike speaks and suddenly they both start laughing. No one you’ve ever dated has ever made your mom laugh, she looked nice like that, you haven’t seen her like that since before her divorce.

You sit on the opposite side of Mike, handing him the glass. “Hi, Mom”

“Hi sweetheart, you look nice!”

“Thank you” You were stunned, you couldn’t remember the last time your mom complimented you.

“I was just talking to Mike, he’s the sweetest thing! He was just telling me about his sister. She sounds so cute.”

You looked over at Mike, who was smirking towards you. He stood up, telling you both he was going to find a bathroom, squeezing your shoulder softly as he left the table. You smiled at him and watched him walk away.

“I like him!” your mom finally spoke, once Mike got far enough away

“Really?”

“Of course, he’s handsome and he’s funny. He seems to like you. I think he’s a good fit for you,” you shivered at the nice comments from your mother, not often hearing such things. “You better not screw this one up.”

“Thanks, Mom, I won’t”

You smiled at her as she walked away telling you she was going to find your aunt to talk about how ugly the centerpiece arrangements your brother’s mother-in-law picked out were, you laughed, there was your mom.

You sat there alone with your thoughts. You were thinking about what would happen if you were actually with Mike. You could imagine coming home to him after work every morning, making him and Abby breakfast, and falling asleep with him after a long day. You don’t do that with Parker, you hardly see him, his job keeping him away from you for weeks at a time.

Mike sat back down, disrupting your thoughts. “How did I do?” motioning towards your mom, who was across the room rolling her eyes at something your aunt said.

“You did great, she really liked you. She didn’t say anything negative the whole time she was at the table!” Your eyes were wide, excited to tell Mike how the unusual interaction went.

Before he could reply, your brother and his wife walked into the room hand in hand, getting set in the middle of the dance floor to start the first dance. A slow song started to play, and they danced hand in hand, him twirling her around every once in a while. The song finished with a kiss, everyone cheering for them and they started to wave at everyone to come up and dance, the song changing to something more upbeat. You grab Mike’s hand, rushing to the middle of the room. You both started dancing, laughing at how bad dancers you both were.

Eventually, everyone was called back to the tables as dinner was about to start. You sat down next to Mike, taking a sip of your water, laughing about something he said as you both sat down.

“I’ve never danced like that before,” Mike said after finishing off his water, slightly out of breath

“God, me either. I’m exhausted and my feet hurt”

“You want me to rub them for you baby?”

“Maybe later,” you winked, smirking towards him.

Mike smirked back, knowing that he would hold you to that. He watched you all night, watching the way you danced, swaying your body to the beat of every song, slight sweat growing on your body, the way your eyes squinted and you threw your head back every time someone said something funny. You looked so beautiful and in your element, comfortable and confident.

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After dinner you walked up to the DJ, whispering a request for him. He smiled, picked up a mic, and started to tap on it lightly, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“ladies and gentlemen, with dinner wrapping up, I’d like to slow it down just a little bit”

Like Real People Do by Hozier started playing.

Mike watched you walk back to the table, standing next to him putting your hand on his shoulder. “may I have this dance, sir?” you say holding out your hand, giggling to Mike.

“of course, m’lady,” Mike says, holding your hand and leading the way to the floor. He took one of your hands in his, his other one holding tightly on your waist. You both start to sway with the music, looking towards Mike who starts to speak.

“I think we’re going to be the only ones to dance to this song.” You looked around noticing everyone still placed in their seats, eyes glued toward you both.

You nodded, staying silent and continuing to move around. You move both of your hands up to his neck, interlocking your fingers behind his head, him holding you close at his waist.

You just stared at him in disbelief, days ago you remembered him telling you he doesn’t dance. Now here he was, slow dancing to your favorite song in front of your entire family. He looked into your eyes, they were softer than you’ve ever seen them. He looked comfortable, happy, relaxed. He looked towards your lips, licking his own.

‘Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips,

we should just kiss like real people do.’

Using all the confidence you built tonight, you leaned your head forward to Mike’s, kissing him softly. Mike didn’t waste a moment, kissing you back with so much passion. This was the best kiss you’ve ever had. You both grinned at each other as you pulled away. You stepped closer to him, resting your head on his chest. All you could think about was his lips on yours, how you wanted this moment forever.

“Thank you for coming, I’m having a great time, and my family really likes you”

“I’m glad I could help, I’d do anything for you”

The song finished and you reluctantly pulled away from Mike, you heard a few people clap and you looked up from his gauze, noticing your family was grinning, smiling, throwing a few thumbs up in your direction. You laughed and bowed towards everyone, walking back towards the table.

“You want to go back to the hotel room?” Mike asked, taking the cue from a few of the other guests grabbing their belongings and saying their goodbyes.

“Yeah, let’s go” You grab your stuff and head up to the table where your brother and his best man are sitting, telling him to stand up to hug you goodbye.

You hugged your brother, giving him congratulations as you did so. He whispered in your ear before he let go. “I like him a lot more than Parker”

You just smiled and held a finger to your lips. “I do too but don’t spill my secrets”

You grabbed Mike's hand and walked to the front of the venue, he stopped you outside, bending down to take off your shoes knowing they weren’t very comfortable anymore. The small action makes you blush, thinking about how kind it was of him to remember the conversation from earlier. He held onto your shoes for you the entire walk down to the car, the cold grass feeling cool on your skin. He opened the car door for you, waiting for you to get in before shutting the door for you.

You were in our own world as he drove down the road to the hotel. You were thankful that Mike was here with you, you couldn’t imagine yourself being with anyone else right now and that was a problem. You had a someone else, who right now didn’t exist to you, and you racked your brain on the best way to end it. You in good conscience, couldn’t continue your relationship with Parker, ready to end it with a quick text right then and there and deciding to at least wait until the morning.

“Your brain okay?” Mike jokes, pulling you from your thoughts, “You’re thinking way to hard about something over there and you better not let it ruin your night, you’re mean when you’re cranky”

You giggle, looking into his coffee colored eyes, getting super serious grabbing his hand and squeezing, “Nothing could ruin tonight”

~~~

You threw yourself down on the bed, lying down while mumbling something about needing a shower. Mike set the overnight beds on the table in the corner of the room.

“You can take the first shower if you want Mike, I might take a nap while I wait”

Mike chuckled and started to collect his things for the shower, glancing over at you, laying on your back with your feet hanging off the bed, hand over your eyes to cover the light in the room.

Mike was sad the night was over, wanting to continue to be close to you in every way imaginable. He saw the strap of your dress had fallen on one side, the dress slightly raising higher and higher on your thighs with every swing of your legs.

“You know,” Mike started, You pulled your arm away from your face, turning your whole body to look at him, humming in response, “that massage is still on the table if you want one.”

You felt your body get hot, the thought of Mike rubbing all over your body started to turn you on, and you felt butterflies form in the pit of your stomach.

“If you’re willing, I wouldn’t turn you down.”

Mike moved across the room embarrassingly quickly, wanting to touch you before you changed your mind. You chuckled at his eagerness, knowing he wanted this as much as you did.

“Lie down on your stomach, I’ll give you the best massage of your life.”

You flip over on your stomach, arms crossed with your head resting on top of them. Your breath hitches when you feel Mike’s hand touch your calf, putting pressure down with his thumb making small circles.

You felt yourself relax at his touch, every grip of his hands pushing you into a frenzy. You hummed when you felt his hands move from your calf to your thigh, his grip getting stronger and tighter when he realized you weren’t going to stop him.

Mike heard your soft moans as he pressed into your skin. He loved hearing your sounds, he felt himself growing hard in his bottoms knowing he was making you feel so good. He moved to your back starting from the bottom of your back, headed towards your shoulder blades.

You leaned up to sit on your knees, making Mike stop in his tracks.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” seeing Mike upset and immediately thinking the worst, you put a comforting hand on his arm.

“No, it felt amazing, I just felt like something was in the way” You reach behind you, gripping the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down. You slipped the straps of the dress down, the top of the dress slipping below your breasts. You looked up at Mike, his eyes hooded and glossed over. ‘holy shit’ he says low, so low you can barely hear it.

“What's wrong baby, you’ve never seen boobs before?” You see the clogs in his brain turning, trying to form words, occasionally looking down from your face to take a quick glance at your exposed nipples, hardening in the cold air.

He leaned down to your face, his lips barely glazing yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his other hand reaching to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “Is this okay?”

You nod in response leaning forward, closing the gap between you two, kissing him with so much need. You let your hands travel to the buttons on his shirt, finishing and sliding the top down his shoulders.

Mike was quick, thinking about this moment one too many times, thinking about your boyfriend and how he’s going to make you forget about him, thinking about if this were the only opportunity he would ever get he would make sure to go all out, making sure you dream about him the way he does you.

He pulls away and pushes you down on the bed, he pulls the dress down your legs removing it the rest of the way and tossing it down to the floor. “Tell me if anything gets to be too much.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He toys with the lace on your underwear, leaning down to plant kisses on your thighs.

You feel his fingers move down to touch your clothed clit, rubbing softly. You push your hips up, feeling your body feel with need, wanting more.

You lace your fingers in his hair as he starts to leave hickeys on your sensitive thighs. “Fuck Mike I need-” You take a deep breath unable to formulate words.

Mike looks up from his place on your thighs, moving his head towards your pussy. “Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

The name sent butterflies in every part of your body, you could feel yourself growing needier every second passed by. Your nipples were painfully hard and you could feel how soaked you were through your underwear. He continued to rub your clit, underwear molding to your shape.

You took a deep breath, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes “Please more, I need you to touch me, however you want. just need more”

Mike pulled your underwear to the side, finally touching you, fingers falling from your clit to your dripping hole. “Look at this pretty pussy, s’all wet just for me?”

He pulled his finger away and placed it in your mouth, “Suck” You leaned forward sucking his fingers with everything you had, swirling your tongue around.

Mike looked up from your pussy, peeping up from his eyelashes to watch you suck his fingers. He was painfully hard, thinking about your mouth around his cock, eyes full of tears and drool dripping from your swollen lips.

He leaned down to lick from your hole to your clit, taking his time. He wanted you to know that you were the only thing on his mind, and you did, he started to eat you out like he was starved and this was his last meal. pulling you close until his hands gripped your thighs so hard you were sure to have bruises, nose rubbing your clit, everything adding up to the knot in your stomach.

“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good. Could taste this pussy every fucking day.” You tugged on his curls harder, each word spurring you on, getting you closer and closer.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close”

He hummed and added a finger to your tight hole “You going to cum for me, baby? Cum on my mouth like a good girl, so good for me”

Your thighs squeezed him as you came, letting out a loud moan. He continued to lick and suck, drawing your orgasm out longer. It started to become too much and you pulled him back to face you. You kissed him, feeling his wet stubble on your face, reaching your hand down to his pants and rubbing your fingers over his clothed cock.

With shaking hands you started to undo his belt, flipping you both over until you were between his thighs. Pulling his pants down, Mike kicked them off, and you stared at him in awe at his size. You took him in his hand, starting to rub slowly, not breaking eye contact.

He grabbed your face, and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open “Can I?” You stuck your tongue out in response, eyes full of lust.

Suddenly a long trail of spit left his and entered yours, “Use it, pretty girl” You kept your mouth sitting up on your knees to get face to face with his cock, and you let the mixture of spit fall from your mouth, making a mess on his lap. Your hand started to move quicker with the added lube, you leaned forward. Licking from the bottom all the way to the top, one of your hands leaving his thighs to make your way to his balls. You started to tease him and sucked only the tip, Mike's hips jerked forward in response, forcing you to take more in your warm mouth.

You started to pick up your pace, taking in as much as you possibly could his groans spurred you on to take even more, “‘s so fucking sexy seeing my dick in your mouth, want to fuck that throat so bad” He collected your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grip tight. You pulled off looking above you to see Mike’s tightly closed eyes, your hand replacing your lips, keeping pace with what you made with your mouth.

“Do it”

Mike opened his eyes quickly, “Are you sure?”

“Stand up and fuck my throat baby, ‘s alright”

Mike stood upright, keeping his grip on your hair as you shifted your body around to get comfortable.

“Just smack my leg if it gets to be too much pretty girl”

You nodded in response, wasting no time opening your mouth for his cock, placing both hands on his legs, gripping tight in preparation for what was about to come.

Mike went right to work, shoving in and out quickly, getting spurred on by the tears and sounds coming from you. Pushing your head back and forth in a bobbing motion, gagging every time he pressed as deep as possible.

“Look so pretty with my dick in your mouth” He pulled your mouth off him, and you moved your hand from his thigh to stroke him. He took a moment to look at your cockdrunk expression. Lips puffy, tear-stained cheeks, your chest breathing in and out heavily. “You going to let me cum in your mouth baby? Tell me, pretty girl, tell me what you want”

He felt your grip on his dick tighten, you moved one of your hands to touch yourself over your lace panties, feeling your wetness soaked through at his words. “Yes sir, want your cum in my mouth.”

You went right back to work, lips wrapping tightly around his dick. You gave him head as your life depended on it, needing to see how he looked while he came, what sounds he’d make, what mess he'd make.

You started to feel Mike’s hips falter, his once strong movements becoming staggered and you knew he was close. “Fuck- I’m coming. Fucking take it.” You looked up at him, dick pressed far down your throat, feeling the hot liquid start to seep out the sides of your mouth. “Swallow all of it. That’s my good girl”

Mike let go of the grip on your hair and pulled out of your mouth, wincing at the overstimulation. He pulled you up to lay on your back on the bed, leaning over you. You watched Mike’s fingers on your thigh, collecting the spilled cum that fell from your mouth, and placing them in his mouth. The salty liquid kept in his mouth until he leaned his lips towards yours, you opened your mouth with anticipation. A long string of cum filled spit falling into your eager mouth, gulping instinctively.

“Had to make sure you swallowed all of it” he murmured before pressing his lips roughly to yours. You laced your fingers around his neck, pulling him down further, needing to be closer to him. You moaned when he pulled away to start kissing your neck, sucking and biting to mark you up. He pulled your underwear off and started to rub his dick against you, feeling your hips joining him in the motions.

You were in a state of bliss, never even thinking this feeling was a possibility. Mike handling you like his own personal fuck toy, marking you up to show you off, his cock grinding against your clit like he was going to cum just like that. You push him off of you, flipping him over to get on top, straddling his thighs. You lined his dick up to your entrance, going at a slow pace to adjust to his size, stopping to steady yourself when you got to the end, hands on his chest with your eyes closed.

Mike was patient, as much as he wanted to destroy you and your tight pussy, he wanted you to feel good. He kept one hand on your hip, keeping you steady, moving the other one to your clit, trying to help get you comfortable. Almost immediately you moaned and started to move your hips, painfully slow up and down.

“You look so beautiful like this, stuffed full of my cock.” Mike’s hands moved to your hips, helping you move faster and faster. With your pretty tits in his face and your tight cunt wrapped around him, eyes rolling back in your head and your moans loud enough the entire hotel could hear you.

“Fuck daddy, you feel so fucking good” Mike groaned at your voice. The name causes him to rut his hips up to meet yours, causing you to fall forward, holding onto his shoulders. His pace was fast and rough, hands in a tight grip on your sides, nibbling on your neck as he pounds into you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. “You going to cum on daddy’s cock? Let me feel you, baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

“Gonna cum daddy, s’ fucking good” You moan in his ear, nails digging into his skin as you come undone, mumbling a string of thank yous. Mike’s movements start to slow down, trying to give you a moment to recover.

With your breath heavy, you bring your lips to Mike’s as you slowly pull off of him. You pull away from the kiss and both hiss at the loss of contact, you sit up on your knees, locking your eyes with his own.

“Want you to bend me over,” Your voice is soft as you slowly start to bend over, arching your back “and make me take it hard.”

He is quick to get behind you, taking his dick in his hands and rubbing it up and down your wet slit. “my pretty fucking pussy” You push back at his teasing movements, clit pulsing and eyes rolling back.

“Mike please”, you beg. He brings his hand down and suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your ass, yelping in surprise. “Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that.”

“Daddy please, I need you- need your cock. Need you to fill me up and-” Your words were cut off, Mike pushing deep into you, moving quickly, causing you to lose your breath.

He grabs your hips and starts to pull you back onto him as he slams deep inside, hitting that spot inside you. “Fuck baby, taking it so good for me”

He grabs your hair in his hands, pulling your back to be flush to his chest. He nibbles at your earlobe and places his hand on your neck, squeezing lightly.

The feeling was unbearable, the room filled with deep breaths and skin on skin. Goosebumps cover your skin as Mike’s grip on your throat gets tighter. You could feel your orgasm approaching, tears forming in your eyes.

“Taking me so well baby” You moan, his praise pushing you closer. “Tight little pussy fits so well around my cock”

“Fuck- ‘m cumming” You feel your body unravel, thighs shaking as you start to see spots. Mike lets you go and you fall forward. He gives you three deep thrusts before his pace starts to fall, signaling he’s close. “Me too baby, me too”

He gives one last deep push and releases deep inside you. You both lay there for a few moments, panting and euphoric. He groans as he pulls out and you turn to lie on your side, watching him as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth, wiping you down. He sets it on the table once he’s finished and sits down beside you, moving your head so it can rest in his lap as he starts to play with your hair.

You lean up to kiss him, biting his lip as you pull away, smiling to yourself as you notice he’s growing hard again. You stand up, legs slightly wobbly. “Care to join me?” you smirked towards him as you sauntered towards the bathroom, hips slightly swinging. Mike watches as you walk away, eyes lingering all over your body. You turned to face him as you reached the doorway, waiting for him to follow you.

“We’re definitely going to take advantage of the late checkout” He chuckles as he stands from his spot to start round two in the shower.

[passionateseadruid]

Snake King’s Bride 3

The Daughter

⚠️Warning: There's some inappropriate content in here! Not smut but still, mildly sexual! Proceed with caution! For those of you that want to skip lucifer being a touch starved snake I will mark where that ends.⚠️

When you woke up you were still in that horrible room. Dark red silk sheets stuck to your legs and arms. Warm comforters cocooned you. The neon red translucent fabric of the canopy hangs over you. You turn over to your left towards the door.

"Good morning!" Lucifer smiled. You leapt backwards in fright! You almost fell of the bed if not for him catching you holding you by your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Careful darling! We can't have my beautiful bride getting hurt, now can we."

"How long have you been watching me?" You scooted as far away as he'd allow. 

"Not long. About an hour or so. Which in the face of eternity is about the equivalent to a microsecond for a human. Anyway I made you breakfast! I kept it nice and warm for you!" He smiles and brought over the tray from the side table and popped the silver cloche off the matching tray.

"Hm, pancakes. Thanks, I guess." You shrug and take the tray. You cut off a piece and looking at like it had sprouted a face.

"I made it with a special ingredient." He giggled.

"Is it your semen? Because that’s really crossing a line." You set your fork down and pushed the plate away

"EW NO!" He exclaimed staring at you as if you'd grown a second head.

"Period blood then?" You asked unamused. 

"Um no, I don’t have one of those." He grimaced. 

"Well I do, so thanks for that." You glared as he turned his head down.

"Why would you think that I put either of those in there?"

"I've seen enough yandere anime to know what to expect."

"What's an anime?"

"A necessary evil."

"Well I made these with love!" He smiled at you baring his spiky teeth

"So you used a love potion?"

"NO! No! Nononono! No, no, no! Yeah uh, the bird brain 4 floors down would kill me if I tried. Plus I'm confident in my abilities to woo you. I am the original "Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl" after all." He caressed your cheek. Well at least you know now that his hands are indeed an inky black.

"Which caused all the problems we have today." You deadpanned pulling away.

"Come on Doll! You gotta eat up!" He grabbed the fork and brought it to your lips. "Doll. Eat. Or I'll make you."

You growl and eat. What was supposed to be a romantic gesture ended up feeling hollow and forceful.

"Oh by the way I had a simple dress made for you from the measurements I took the first time I dressed you."

"What?"

"I altered that old wedding dress and shoes." 'So he knew that old shirt was too small for me! Pervert!' "I just had one made so we could go out shopping together! You can't exactly walk around Hell in an old wedding dress." He snapped his fingers and a white dress appeared before you with a belt that matches the pink in his vest appeared.

"…thanks." You force a smile. He places the dish to the side, and hugged you.

"Okay hang on!" You wiggled out of his grasp. "You need to stop touching me without my consent!"

He looked shocked but turned to look at the floor sullenly. "Sorry… I'm just happy to have someone around since my wife left me."

'He's trying to guilt trip you! Don't fall for it! Stand your ground!' You mentally screamed at yourself 

"And now that she's gone I guess I'm a bit touch starved. My daughter doesn't call or text. And the people of Hell aren't exactly the nicest, can't really go up to any of them and ask for a hug." He fiddled with the comforter under him.

'Stop it'  Your not sure who that was meant for.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I just- don't exactly pick up on people's feelings all the time. While that's no excuse I just… I'm sorry."

"…get out so I can change." You looked away. 'I will NOT develop feelings for the DEVIL of all people!'

He looked at you with big pleading eyes. "Can't I stay?"

"NO!"

"Oh right, you're traditional." He rolled his eyes.

'It's like it goes in one ear and out the other.' "Just leave!"

"Okay, sorry." He chuckled at you.

You slip on the dress and grab a comb from a big vanity across from the bed. 'I really need to be more observant. I can't stay here! I need to escape. But where would I go? It's Hell after all, not like they'll just let people out.' You opened the door and saw Lucifer fiddling with a duck in the hallway. He had put on a white top hat with a snake wrapped around it and had a crown and an apple as well. Next to him on the wall leaned a can with an apple for the handle. 

"Here! I made you this while waiting!"

"It's a duck." Was all you could say. 'No shit Sherlock.'

"Uh huh." He said with a big dopey grin.

"It looks like me."

"Cute isn't it?" He smiled.

"I think it’s ugly. This poor creature has to look like me after all." You joke.

He looked at you sadly. "Don't say that! You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful human I've met since Lilith!"

"Lilith? As in the Succubus from the Jewish religion?"

"Yeah... she was my first wife."

"I thought she was Adam's first wife."

"I told you I was the original "Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl."" He smirked. "Oh here!" He offers you white flats. "Can I put them on you?"

"Who the Fuck Am I Cinderella?"

"Well you certainly are a princess."

"If this is your way of telling me you see me as a pillow princess, just stop because that's not going to happen."

"Heh, I'm not even the one who made the innuendo this time."

"I'm not going to have sex with you."

"You'll want to once you fall in love with me!"

"Just give me the shoes." He handed them over and you slipped them on. "What's all this about anyway? Shouldn't you super busy running Hell, torturing sinners for all eternity?"

"I just want to spoil you with my riches! I'll give you anything you want! Anything at all! Just love me, want me, cherish me, and think only of me."

"Where have I heard that before? Other than a movie with IRL Kakashi (A/n: If you know, you know). I'm pretty sure it was in a big book. Matthew 4:10. Or is that wrong since you said that you and Satan are different people?"

"Doll. If you ever speak of that book in my house again, I will rip your tongue out."

'Daddy issues.' "So where are we going?" You change the subject.

"I'm so glad you asked." He grabbed his cane and started to walk away while you rush back to your room to put the duck down on the bed. "I rented out the fanciest shopping center in the pride ring! I don't know if I can take you to the other rings. Lilith transformed into a demon when she was cast into hell. Darling?"

"I had to put the duck down! Wait up!"

"Oh that reminds me I need more paint supplies. Hey! Have you ever had Cong You Bing. Let me tell you, for a pancake it's SO savory. I guess it's the syrup that makes pancakes sweet though. I like mine with whip cream. How about you?" 'He has a very one track mind.'

"Uh, chocolate chips and strawberries." You say as Lucifer opens the door to a long red Limo. 'Why is everything red? It's too much red!'

"Hm! I'll have to keep that in mind for tomorrow!" He slides in next to you. 

"We're not going to have pancakes every day are we? If So I might have to take over cooking breakfast."

"I would die to eat your cooking. I guess not because I don't really have a soul so I'd kind of cease to exist. But could you imagine if I ended up down here again! I'd be one unlucky bitch."

"Where will I go when I die?"

"I'm working on that Darling" You hadn't realized you said that out loud. 

Lucifer keeps talking while the limo drives into a huge town. Gigantic buildings lined every street. A few of the buildings had eyes. Some had strange designs like they were ripped out from a Dr. Sues Book. Others were dark and dingy; like whoever designed this was Tim Burton’s biggest fan. The limo took us into a bright neon district of the city.

"Wow! I've never seen a building so big! It's got to be at least 100 feet tall!"

"I've seen bigger. Box or whatever his name was is definitely trying to compensate."

The limo stopped in front of a long building, four stories tall. Neon blues mostly lined the outside and a bit on the inside. Neon pinks were scattered in some places. Lucifer turned to you and put a finger on your forehead bright light flashed from the tip. You looked down at you to see what he did and saw your skin turn gray. He brought out a mirror and sheepishly handed it to you. Your eyes turned black with yellow irises. Your hair was a vibrant aqua blue with some royal blue and royal purple streaks throughout it.

"Sorry. But I can't let everyone know that a live human is down here!"

He opened the door and held his hand out to you. You declined and opened the door on the other side and walked around the back to him. "Keep up."

He smirked and ran up to you. He motioned for you to follow him to the top floor. The whole top floor is only a single store. He led you to the front and immediately two attendants swarm him. "Welcome! May we have the pleasure of fitting you today, your highness?"

"Oh, no thank you ladies. We're here for her." The women looked back at you, like they weren't very impressed. One had black hair with the tips died purple with pink flowers tied throughout her hair. Her skin was lavender and so was her single eye, She wore a black button up shirt that was only buttoned on the last two buttons and underneath was a white lacy push up bra, her shirt tucked into black daisy dukes. She also had purple butterfly wings sprouting from her shoulder blades. The other girl was a blonde bunny with gold eyes. Her skin was covered in light yellow fur to match her hair. She was wearing a tight white dress with a sweetheart neckline, the skirt just barely covered her.

"Hm, we'll see what we can do." The bunny said. "I'm Firefly." She pushed herself against his arm.

"Adelpha." The other girl pushed herself against his other arm. "Renesmee!" A small Imp girl comes running out of the back. "Tend to her will you." It wasn't really a question. The two sale attendants led Lucifer away.

"Please follow me miss."

"Thank you Renesmee." You gave the small imp a smile. She wore a small black suit and her left horn was broken.

She lead you throughout the store looking for anything you might want. All you were interested in was finding a way out of hell.

"No one's ever gotten out, not since it's creation and the fall of the king and queen. What is your relationship with the king."

"Would you believe me if I said he kidnapped me?"

"Sold your soul, huh?"

"Someone else gambled away my life." You looked down sullenly. Renesmee was having trouble carrying all the outfits you had chosen, but she refused to let you help.

"What's that over there?" You pointed at nothing, and snatched a few outfits out of her hands.

"Miss please, this is my job!"

"I don't care! You're barely able to hold five outfits much less fifteen. You're a very sweet creature and you shouldn't overwork yourself." 

"Thank you miss, but really I can't allow you to. If the managers see that they'll report me to Velvette and she'll kill me! Or worse! She'll send me to work for Vox! No imp has lasted more than an hour in his care before they were sent straight to Valentino. I have a wife miss, and she's between jobs. I can't loose my job with the Vees and I don't want my face plastered in a porno."

"That's disgusting! Okay I won't hold them, but please sit and rest. I'll sit too."

"Okay." She sighed in relief.

"DARLING!!" Lucifer practically tackled you into a hug.

"What did I say about personal space?"

"Sorry I just missed you." He unhooked himself from you. "I found these cute duck pajama's in the clearance section and-" 

"Lucifer you said I could have anything I wanted."

"Yes! Anything!"

"I want you to hire Renesmee and her wife to be my personal staff."

"Miss that's not necessary."

The two clerks from before catch up and start to laugh. "Did you really think she'd hire you?" Adelpha laughed. "Pathatic! Get back to work you sister fucker!"

"Nina ain't my sister! She ain't even my species!"

"Does it really matter? You imps are so inbreed it's stunted your growth." Firefly doubled down. "The king would never hire a lowly Imp that can't even work an 8 hour shift without a five minute break every hour."

"Shut up! Renesmee is a much harder worker and a far better person than you whores!"

"Ignore them. It's just sinners being sinners." Lucifer turned you away from the women. 

"It's wrong! Renesmee didn't do anything except exist." You defended.

"Pfft look at this dumb bitch." Adelpha snickered. 

"That's just how thing's work down here. Imps work for the elite, they do menial labor." He retorted. 

"So you're telling me that they get abused and treated like shit because of how they were born. Isn't that literally racism?"

"Uh not exactly. It's just that sinners hold more weight than most Hellborn, since sinners are immortal and most Hellborn aren't." He panicked. 

"This stupid hussy is so dead." Firefly chortled. 

"We still get jobs miss. It's more of a social and raw power hierarchy." The small imp said. 

"So classism. What the fuck is this? Are you immortal? Is your kid going to have to inherit this flawed system? Is she immortal? Presumably she's Lilith's right? Or did you hook up in heaven? Is that allowed?" Thoughts flooded your head and spilled from your lips. 

"Woah woah, One question at a time darling. Heh, ironic coming from me. It's just all a bit much for me right now."

'A bit much for you? A BIT MUCH FOR YOU!? I had this whole thing thrust on me and you say that it's all a bit much for YOU!!' "You promised anything, Lucifer."

"Okay. Renesmee are you under contract with anyone?"

"I'm under a two week's notice policy with miss Velvette." 

"Go get any personal items from the back. I'll notify and compensate this Velvette character off your immediate resignation. As for you two." He glared at the two attendants that were mocking you. "Go ring up all these outfits and the ones I chose for my darling." He gives them a black card and escorted you to the exit. 5 minutes later renesmee comes rolling out riding on the back of a shopping cart. You don't even have the heart to ask where she got it from she looks too cute to mention anything.

You and Lucifer walked around the rest of the mall and he picked up anything that caught his eye. New paint supplies for his ducks; new rubber ducks; a duck necklace for you; a strawberry crepes that you two split begrudgingly on your side; he got you eight new pairs of shoes all in different colors and styles (red heals, orange flip flops, yellow sandals, green tennis shoes, blue boots, purple lolita style shoes, pink slip-ons, and black wedges); You drew the line at him coming in the with you to a store that was Hells version of Victoria Secret.

"Go buy some electronics! I'll need a phone down here."

He pouted. "Okay."

"He's so weird."

"I think the king just really likes you."

"No he's just weird. I hate how fast he's moving! It's suffocating." You gripped the skirt of your dress.

You bought out nearly the entire shop just as a little 'fuck you' to Lucifer that he wouldn't get to see you in any of them.

When you and Renesmee left you saw him waiting outside. He bought you a flatscreen, a Pc, a laptop, a wide screen monitor, a keyboard for said monitor, a matching mouse, cute cat headphones, and a fancy microphone. "I couldn't resist! I just had to spoil you!" He also had a few boxed in his hand. One was of medium size and had a picture of an iPad on it. One was small and had air-pods in them. One had a picture of a phone on the box. You took the phone and opened it up ready to get it set up.

Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist and led you back to the limo as you fiddled with the phone.

Hey! This is the end of lucifer being a touch starved snake! If that's all you're here for I'll see you next chapter! If you want to stay for the angst enjoy the show!

The next day Lucifer woke up and was pulled away from you by Styx.

"Sire you have a meeting with the Sins today. It must have slipped your mind that the meeting was supposed to be YESTERDAY! the day of the new moon."

"Ugh let's get this over with." He walked into his study and slumped into his chair. He pulled up the video chat app. one by one the other Sins pop up. First Satan, next Mammon, then Leviathan. 

"Mammon." Leviathan said.

"Leviathan." Mammon retorted.

"Hah! I got here first I win! Fuck you guys."

"Technically I got here first." Lucifer smirked. Asmodues popped on.

"Froggy I have to go." He giggled as Fizz tickled him. 

"Oh uh, hi your majesty." Fizzarolli bowed awkwardly.

"Hello. It's always nice to see Ozzie's first serious fling."

"Hey!" Asmodues blushed. The others laughed.

"Well I should uh probably get going." Fizz blushed and hopped off camera.

"Hey everyone!" Beelzebub joined with no warning. "Hold on a second." She rushed to the door. "EVERYONE SHUT UP I'M ON A WORK CALL!! ... THANK YOU!"

"And as usual we're waiting for-" Mammon started sarcastically.

"I'm here!" Belphegor quickly signed on.

"Thank you everyone more moving our Doom Meeting to today." Lucifer smiled. (A/n: Zoom parody for those that don't get it)

"You better be fucking grateful!" Mammon sassed.

"What the fuck was so important that you had to move the meeting date!?" Satan screamed.

"It's not important." Lucifer dismissed their questions.

"Oh really? It wouldn't have anything to do with your new plaything would it?" Leviathan teased.

Lucifer blushed. "What?!" Ozzie and Bee gasped.

"You're out seeking love again after Lilith?" Ozzie took the lead.

"Let's go! Levi send the pics!"

"Don't you dare!" Lucifer threatened. Levi put them in the chat on the side. Belphegor had fallen asleep a while ago. She wasn't going to hear any of this. 

"She's adorable!" Ozzie squealed. 

"Where were you hiding this cutie?"

"A sinner? I thought you hated sinners!" Satan snarled.

"Are we going to have a meeting or not!" Mammon complained! "Time is money!"

"Leave, this is more important!" Ozzie encouraged.

"We can leave?" Satan asked enthusiastically. Him, Mammon, and Levi left.

"Hm?" Belphy woke up.

"You can leave Belphy." Lucifer smiled.

"You need help right? Charlie doesn't know, you've gotta tell her."

"Wait how do you know so much about this?" Bee looked at her surprised.

"Who do you think told Levi about the affair."

"Belphy!" Lucifer exclaimed.

"Sorry! You were just so sweet in those photo's to her."

"Should I tell Charlie? I mean I was hoping to just talk to her at the wedding."

"Woah! What wedding?" Ozzie asked.

"Oh yeah um her and I are getting married."

"How long have you two been together." Bee interogated.

"...three days."

"Yeah if you're going to move this fast you need to tell Charlie." Belphy encouraged.

"Okay, could you guys stay with me while I call her?" The three agreed and He dialed Charlie's number. "Hey sweetheart!"

"Hi dad. Do you need something?" She sounded a bit strained like she was waiting for him to ask a favor. 

"Um look Charlie. I know that things have been hard for you recently. And with the extermination that just happened a month ago you've been especially stressed."

"Uh Yeah! hold that though dad." She muted her dad and motioned Vaggie over. "Dad's finally talking about the exterminations."

"that's great honey."

"Hey dad!" she unmuted him. "you were saying..."

"Things have been hard for you and I appreciate everything that you're trying to do for the people." He was trying to butter her up and slowly easy into the idea of him getting remarried. "And you know things have been hard since your mom left."

"Yeah." She waited with baited breath. 

"Charlie... I met someone! Someone who's been a real big help and joy to me the whole time she's been with me. And I think she could really help you too."

"Really?! That's great dad!"

"Oh! Yeah, would you be willing to come by tonight and meet her?!"

"Of course! I'll be over at 5!"

"Great! See you then!"

"Bye dad!" 

"Bye!"

"Vaggie! We finally have a benefactor for the hotel!" Charlie bounced

"She took that rather well." lucifer smiled worried how you'd react to the news of meeting his daughter.

Surprisingly you took it rather well. You got dolled up and sat in the living room. Lucifer had to attend to a mini meeting to reschedule their failed meeting from this morning.

"You must be Charlie." You smiled. "You look exactly like your father. Only taller."

"Oh, thank you. My dad actually gave me this old suit jacket." It was pink and she had black flared pants with pink rims on the bottom.

You laughed. "It's hard to imagine someone like Lucifer wearing pink."

"No offense but you look... strangely human."

"It's a... long story."

"Right, well we better get down to business. may I ask what made you think redemption is possible in the first place?"

"...excuse me?"

"Redemption! The thing the Happy Hotel is- will be know for."

"What's the happy hotel?"

"Didn't my dad tell you? Isn't that why your here?"

"No." 'frankly I wish it were.' "Tell me about it."

"What?"

"No offense but the Devil's daughter trying to redeem people is a new one. And trust me I've heard a lot of crazy things." 

"I want to redeem sinners so that they can go to heaven!" She bursts out all at once.

"How will you do that?"

"Well I've been workshopping a little ditty. Would you mind if i performed for you? I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through song!"

"Please by all means! The floor is yours."

*insert inside of every demon is a rainbow*

By the end she's huffing and you clapped loudly giving her a standing ovation. "That was amazing!"

"Sorry I'm late ladies!" Lucifer entered.

"Dad! Who is she?"

"You didn't tell her?" He looked at you

"She's your daughter. It's not my place to say."

"If she doesn't want to be a benefactor for the hotel why did you want us to meet."

"Hey I never said I don't want to!" You chirped in the background but it's drowned out.

"Benefactor... Charlie when I said I met someone I meant... I-I didn't mean... I'm going to marry her..."

"What?" Charlie's voice cracked. "But what about Mom!"

"What about Mom?"

"I think I should go." You tried to leave. 

"Stay." Lucifer Ordered.

"You said that you'd love her forever!"

"Yeah at the beginning of Hell! Charlie SHE left ME. What am I supposed to do? wait for her to come crawling back to me?" 

"It would be better than you running around with some floozy under your arm digging her way into your checkbook. Does she even love you?"

"She loves me very much!"

"I really feel like I this is a father daughter Moment."

"Stay!" Charlie ordered her horns Popping out as she uttered the word. "How long have you been together?"

"A while!"

"You literally said like two days ago a month was nothing in the face of eternity." You said and this was ignored. "So now you'll ignore me."

"Don't lie to me!"

"A few days."

"A few days?!"

"When you were younger you only took a few days to know you wanted to date Seviathan!"

"I was a teenager! And look how that relationship ended."

"Charlie I know what I'm doing. I really thought that'd You'd be more supportive of me and my decisions."

"I Really don't think I should be here."

"STAY!" They both shouted at you, their horns popping from their heads, and this time you sat. 

"You always told me that Mom was the only one for you and now you're throwing that away?"

"Charlie... I thought that out of everyone I know, you'd be the most mature about this. You know I love you but you're being a spoiled brat about this! I've given up so much for your happiness. I have mad sacrifice after sacrifice and all I'm asking for is for you to understand where I'm coming from. I'm Lonely Charlie."

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to this."

"Charlie stop! You're acting like a child!"

"Don't dad. Just don't." She left.

"Lucifer! I don't want to come between you and your daughter. I grew up on evil stepmom stories, I don't want to be like that."

"Just!- We will talk about this later." And he left you alone.

"Great! Now I have the Devil and his daughter angry at me and each other! Way to go me! And on top of all of that I still don't have anyway to get home! I'm going to DIE!" You screamed into a pillow.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

La Dolce Vita - John Shelby/Cosima Changretta (OFC).

Part two is here, besties! :) I hope you all enjoy it, as I am loving writing these two together. You'll notice too that I gave John a few less kids than we see in canon, just to make it a little easier on myself as the writer, lol!

Words - 4,218

Warnings - Each part will be adult only content, from swearing to eventual smut and violence. Minors DNI.

Part II - Purgatorio

Countryside living was something John had become accustomed to during his marriage to Esme, his beautiful country pile and vast grounds a much more desirable location than the smoggy suburbs of Small Heath. After her death, he had sold it, returning to the latter until he was married again.  

As predicted, Cosima detested living in a back-to-back. Her continued complaining as well as his desire for what he had come to enjoy was what led him to purchase another countryside property, choosing the small village of Wythall in Bromsgrove, buying a beautiful, spacious cottage for her to spruce up. It was far enough from Birmingham to leave his troubles within the swirling smog and looming viaducts, but near enough that he could be back on Watery Lane for his business endeavours in just over forty minutes by car.  

Married life was not ideal, being a person wed to someone he didn’t like, whose tempestuous nature often put him directly in her firing line. However, he could not discount her qualities. A spoiled princess with expensive tastes (the cottage renovation had cost him a fortune) she might have been, but god, she worked her fingers to the bone. 

“Oliver, Mary, Katie, Freddie, Seamus, come along! We’ll be late, get your skates on!” she called, hurrying back to the kitchen were five sandwiches lay on the chopping board, freshly baked bread with liberal fillings of egg and ham, Cosima cutting them into their required shapes. Squares for Oliver and Seamus, triangles for Katie and oblongs for Mary and Freddie. She knew well the likes and dislikes of her stepchildren.  

Wrapping each in baking parchment, she placed them into individual brown paper bags, an apple and a couple of custard creams put in too, five lunches folded neatly and handed to each child as they filed into the kitchen, smartly dressed in their immaculately pressed uniforms. “Give your father a kiss and let’s get moving, come on. We’ll miss the bell! Blinking hell, Seamus, look at your mouth. Toothpaste all over, come here!” 

His son’s mouth was wiped with her handkerchief, the boy squirming, Cosima bopping his little nose with her finger once done before she herded them through the kitchen. “Quickly, quickly, come on!” 

John couldn’t believe she was the same woman who had originally thrown a puce faced fit upon finding out she was to be stepmother to five children, with how well she’d taken to mothering his brood. For Cosima, she’d eventually seen the little ones as a blessing, something to take her mind off the fact that she detested being married to their father.  

Picking up her wicker basket, she followed them out the door without looking at John once, leaving him to sigh and return to the sitting room, drinking tea while reading the morning paper. With the addition of the wicker basket, this meant she would be stopping at the local village shop on her way back from the school, meaning he had roughly an hour before she would be through the door and ready to scrub the house from top to bottom.  

That was something else he couldn’t fault her for; she kept a beautiful home. John just preferred to be nowhere near her while she was going about it. She’d always find something to pick at him about, and he was tiring of it. He did try, to have something more resembling of an actual marriage rather than a setup of convenience with his beautiful young bride, but she shot him down at every step. Her contempt did nothing but continually fester, it seemed. She still couldn’t forgive him for the demise of her father and brother.  

Keeping an eye on the grandfather clock, he waited until fifty minutes had passed before whistling for Dot and Bo, his two faithful springer spaniel bitches. “Yeah, that’s right. We’re off to get a couple of grouse, maybe a pigeon or pheasant an’ all.”  

The dogs began to circle and yap excitedly as he pulled his shotgun from the cabinet, packing ammunition and draping the gun over his arm, heading into the kitchen and wrapping himself some cheese scones in a clean tea towel, placing those in his bag, too. If there was another thing his wife excelled at, it was all things culinary. He’d come directly in her vexed crosshairs upon eating his first meal prepared by her three months before, stating that he did not “eat wop food” as he’d coined her lasagne, without actually even trying it.  

As soon as he’d put a forkful into his mouth, he’d been a very, very rapid convert. It had been perhaps the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, Cosima standing with her arms folded, smirking at his swift change of heart over her food. He now looked forward to every meal she prepared for him with gusto, although couldn’t bear to sit in her company while eating it. He’d try and make conversation, and she’d sulk and pout. It was irksome to say the least.  

His leaving the house was timed impeccably, seeing Cosima walking back down the lane as he was heading out of the garden and into the few acres of lush, green fields that came with the cottage. She even got the money out of that, too, allowing local people to graze their horses upon it when resting their own pastures. While John and the dogs headed for the woods, Cosima let herself into the cottage, putting her apron on and beginning her housework.  

Once her beautiful home was sparkling – not that she allowed it to be any other way – she took the rugs out to beat the dust from them and then returned to the kitchen, making preparations for the children’s dinner. A local lady from the village was coming by to that evening to keep an eye on them while she and John headed back into Birmingham, the family gathering for Polly’s birthday meal at a restaurant upon Broad Street.  

Although she held her husband in a more or less permanent state of contempt, she did actually like Polly. She found her to be strong, intelligent, and once you got to know her, very loving towards her family. It had taken a while for her to thaw, but now the women did get along well. Certainly, Cosima had much more time for her than she did John or Tommy.  

Stirring the pasta sauce in a large pot upon the cast iron range, an original Victorian fixture of the cottage, Cosima sighed. She should be happy. She had literally everything she’d ever wanted, a beautiful home, huge garden, a couple of lovely dogs, a brood of children – and although not her own, they adored her as much as she did them – as well as a handsome, successful husband; whom she couldn’t stand.  

Well, that wasn’t strictly true. John was a nice man, he had a wicked sense of humour, he was a staunch provider, and he was so handsome she caught herself swooning over him all the time. She could see him trying hard to at least have some semblance of a meaningful connection with her, but she couldn’t help herself in shooting him down each and every time. Why?  

Guilt. 

He and his family were why two fifths of her immediate one no longer breathed, and she was to simply forget that and be content, happy in her new life with John? Her father would turn in his grave to know she had now acquired the surname of Shelby. He would be utterly livid. 

“But he isn’t here.” Her statement fell from her lips along with the little splashes of tears from her pretty eyes, eyes so blue that her beloved father had often joked that she couldn’t be his. “She’s the milkman’s, isn’t she?” he’d say in jest to her mother. Of course, she was his, though. A tear landed in the sauce she stirred, Cosima pulling her handkerchief from her dress sleeve and drying her eyes.  

The sound of barking became audible, the kitchen door opening, Dot and Bo being told to sit. “You got that towel, Cosima? I don’t want their muddy feet ruining your clean floor.” That was another thing about John, he was always appreciative of how immaculately she kept their home. Some men merely waved it away as a woman’s work and had no respect for such, but not him.  

“Hold on.” Moving to the cupboard under the sink, she pulled out one of the more raggedy tea towels she kept for the purpose of paw cleaning, handing it to him. 

He took it, a small frown creasing his handsome features. “You been crying?”  

Immediately, she straightened, sniffing as she held herself with her usual dignity. “Garlic, in the pasta sauce. It made my eyes water.” 

“Ah, right.” Moving back outside, he made sure each paw was clean and dry before letting the dogs in, removing his muddy boots and leaving them at the back door. Making his way in, he sniffed the air, half wishing that they were staying at home to eat whatever it was his wife had crafted, it smelled so good. “Let’s have a little try of that, give us a spoon.” 

“No, it isn’t ready yet,” she bustled, returning to the pot.  

He bit his tongue. “I got two pheasants, a grouse and a couple of pigeons. They’re in the outhouse hanging up. Just let me know when you wanna use ‘em and I’ll go pluck ‘em. I know you don’t like doing that.” 

“Okay. Oh, John? That floorboard by the front door has come up again. Can you go and fix it down? I left nails and a hammer on the phone table.” 

“Yeah, in a bit. Wanna have a tea and warm up a bit first.” 

She sighed, chewing her cheek. “No, now please. Before the kids come home. I don’t want them tripping on it while they’re playing.” 

“They ain’t coming home until gone three. Just give us half an hour, eh?” 

“Bloody get it done now, John! Before you forget!”  

Ahh, it had almost been quite civil for a moment. “Oi, watch your fucking tone, woman. I told you I’d get it done and I will. Fucking bad tempered mare.”  

“Stop calling me a mare!” 

“Well stop behaving like one in season then, and I might, eh?” he shook his head, chewing on his toothpick aggressively. “Always fucking blowing up at me for no fucking reason. Sort yourself out, for fucks sake!” 

“Fine!” she raged, flinging her arms in the air with her usual dramatic flair, “I’ll go and do it!” 

“You do that.” He moved to the kettle, filling it with water, intent on having his tea before he went and helped her with the task. He wouldn’t have forgotten either, but she couldn’t just let him be for five minutes while he had a drink and thawed out from the February chill, oh no. She had to pick at him.  

A few minutes passed, John letting the tea steep in the pot as he snacked on a slice of bread slathered in butter and Cosima’s homemade blackberry jam, the sounds of her swearing in Italian drifting through the house until suddenly, a yelp.  

“What the bloody hell’s she done,” he muttered, placing the bread down and moving to the hallway, finding her kneeling down, holding her thumb in a tight grasp. “You alright?” 

“No, I’m blinking not!” she cried through her tears, “I’ve hit my fucking thumb with the cursed, wretched hammer!” 

“Here, let me see.” Pulling her hand from her grasp, he examined it, the knuckle bright red. “At least you ain’t split the skin. Come on, let’s get it under the cold tap.” 

“No, I’m fine,” she snipped, pulling her hand away and attempting to grasp the hammer again. 

“Leave this, I’ll get it done. Come on.” 

“Fuck off, I’m alright!”  

Again, he bit his tongue. “It’s gonna swell unless you get it under the cold water.” 

“I said I’m fine!” 

Rolling his eyes, he pulled her up, her screaming protests falling on deaf ears as he lifted her with ease into his arms, carrying her through to the kitchen. She struggled, swore at him, batted at him with her hands, John tiring of it. “Oh, stop all this malarkey and just let me help ya!”  

He forced her hand beneath the tap, turning it on, holding it there while she winced and continued to cry. All he was trying to do was help her, and she couldn’t even let him do that. Finally, she relaxed a little, sniffing and wiping her tears, her thumb throbbing angrily. “Have I broken it?”  

“Give it a wiggle.” She did. “Did it feel like someone pushing a hot pin into it?” 

“No. It smarts, but it isn’t as bad as that.”  

“Then nah, ain’t broken, bab.” She went to move her hand, John gently directing it back under the stream of cold water. “Few more minutes, or it’ll blow up like a bloody golf ball.” 

“Then I’d look a right state, all teary with my golf ball thumb.”  

He chuckled, putting an arm around her on instinct. What was even more surprising? She leaned into his hug, allowing herself to be comforted by her husband. It was a first, a little thread of connection woven between the warring spouses, John turning the tap off after a few moments and reaching for the soft, white hand towel. “Come sit down and have a cuppa. I’ll go and finish the floorboard.”  

“No, it’s okay,” she protested, shaking her head. “I should think about getting ready, I have to do my hair and it takes forever.” 

“Sure? I’ll drop a nip of brandy in it for ya?” 

She pulled from him, whatever it was that had opened up closing again rapidly. “No, I’m fine.”  

For the sake of a quiet life, he left it, recognising that there had been a little progress there between them, if only very small. He went and finished fixing the floorboard, done within minutes and returning to drink his tea, his little brood coming crashing through the door half an hour later, the house once again full of noise.  

A few hours later and they were ready to leave, the children happily eating their spaghetti al Forno while Mrs. Baxter sat knitting, keeping a watchful eye upon them. Cosima was quiet all the way to town, John giving up in the end and letting the car be filled with nothing but the sound of their strained silence, glad to see his brothers and other family and friends once they arrived at the restaurant.  

His wife continued to be sullen throughout the meal, only really talking to Polly and Lizzie and even then, the women had to work hard to keep the conversation going with her. In the end, the former took it upon herself to pull the newest Shelby aside a little later that night, steering her over to the long, oak bar after she had returned from the ladies. 

“You’ve a face as long as Livery Street, madam,” Polly observed, passing her a gin cocktail. “What’s the matter? You can’t still hate our John, not after how good he’s been to you regardless of that contempt.” Her words were delivered with care, but they did not lack their usual bite. Polly would be protective of her nephews until she drew her last breath, no matter how much she genuinely did like Cosima.  

The young woman took a sip of her drink, placing the dainty glass down, accepting one of Polly’s clove cigarettes with thanks. They were a rare treat from her usual preferred brand of Park Drive, Cosima loving the warm, spicy scent of the burning clove, yet unable to smoke more than a couple at a time on account of how much they made her cough when she did. “I want to be happy with him, Pol. I honestly do, but I can’t get past it all.” 

She didn’t need to elaborate. “It’s been and gone, love. You feel guilty though, I see that.” This woman, god. She was so remarkably perceptive. “You have to move on with your life. If your brother and mother could, then there’s fuck all stopping you, is there?” 

“But my papa...”  

“Cosima, your father is gone, and you are still here,” Polly cut her up with, reaching to lightly grip her forearm. “We women, we suffer the collateral damage in the wars fought by our men, and your father was not blameless in his part. He was a gangster too, just as my boys are, just as your brother is. You know this world we live in, and living is what you have to do, sweetheart. If you keep on holding that burning contempt for John, I’ll tell you now, you’ll be the one who ends up scalded.”  

Her eyes were fixed upon her, unblinking, drawing on her cigarette before lifting her glass to her mouth. “Let it go. Set yourself free, for god’s sake. You have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about, you hear me?” 

She nodded. “I do. Easier said than done, though, it seems.” 

“Horse shit.” She slapped a gloved hand off the bar, shaking her head as she tutted. “Life is as hard as you make it for yourself, my girl. Stop punishing yourself because you think that’s what your father would do, should he still be alive.”  

Again, Cosima was startled by Polly’s intuitive assessment of the situation, straightening and knocking back the rest of her drink. “Thanks for the chat, Pol. I know you’re right, but...” 

“But you’re a typical hardheaded, fire blooded Italian. Listening to others don’t come easy to you, I know. Just know that if you made it easy on yourself, that man over there? He’d soon treasure you like you were the rarest jewel on earth.”  

Cosima got up, heading past the table and outside, finishing the cigarette and reaching into her little sequined bag to pull out her own gold case, lighting up one of her own. She felt agitated by Polly’s words, pacing up and down as the discomfort of being told what to do rolled through her ceaselessly. She knew why it annoyed her the most, though. Polly was right.  

Still, it was in Cosima’s nature to fight it at any given opportunity.  

“How’s ya thumb feeling now?” 

Turning, she looked into the radiant, cloudy blue eyes of her husband. All she wanted was to be alone with her thoughts for a little while, but no. “Stings a little, but it’s okay.” 

He nodded, taking a pull on his cigar. “And you? Thought we were actually starting to talk to each other kinda civilly earlier, then you went quiet on me.” 

Her stare was through narrowed eyes, the magma in her blood rising in heat. “Always my fault, isn’t it?” 

“That’s not what I said, Cosima.” 

“No, but you meant it, didn’t you?” 

For fucks sake. How much harder was this tempestuous madam going to make his life? “You need to stop putting words in me mouth, love. Getting right tired of it, I am.” 

Her beautiful lips were held in pout a little longer, drawing angrily upon her cigarette, not able to escape the intensity of her husband's stare as finally, she pushed her pride down. “I’m sorry.”  

“Well, look at that. Twice since we were married, you’ve said you were sorry. Some fellas make it to their diamond wedding anniversaries without hearing it once from the missus. Ain’t I lucky, eh?” His attempt of a joke fell flat, her face unmoving. God, she was whittling him down to his last nerve, and rapidly. “Ain't you ever heard of smiling, Cosima?" He charged her with, eyeing her defiantly. 

She pulled the white fox fur warming her pale curves tighter around herself, taking one last drag upon her cigarette before flicking it away. “If you give me something to smile about, I might.” 

Oh, he had his work cut out for him, John scratching his jaw. “I’ll stick my fucking face between your legs for about half an hour, then you’ll be grinning like a loon, you miserable cow.” he muttered, but not nearly quietly enough 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” 

“Nothing, bab,” he grinned, gritting his teeth behind that forced smile. “Nothing at-fucking-all.” Give her something to smile about? She had a nerve. He’d bought her a beautiful cottage, gave her fifty pounds a week to buy whatever she wanted for herself completely aside from the housekeeping money, and was working his arse off in an effort to be a good husband. He felt like telling Tommy where he could stick his Changretta truce. Nothing, it seemed, would make her warm to him.  

He headed back inside, leaving her standing there alone, lighting herself another cigarette as she pouted, but mainly at herself. She knew it had to stop, she had to cease being – as he had quite rightly coined her – a miserable cow. The guilt of it, though. Oh, the guilt.  

“Oi, love,” an approaching man called to her, flanked by two others, “how much for a bit of how’s your father, eh?” 

“I beg your fucking pardon?” she spat, her mouth dropping open.  

Looking her up and down, he smirked. “You’re a bird standing on a street corner with a low-cut dress on. Ain’t hard to see you’re touting for business, so how much?”  

“Wait there,” she gritted, lifting her chin defiantly. “Let me go and fetch my pimp.”  

Marching back into the restaurant, John thought she was coming to have a go at him all over again, taking in her thunderous expression. “John! There’s a man out there who just accused me of being a fucking prostitute!”  

Arriving with him at the bar, she drew stares from all around, the less coarse clientele tutting and muttering, Tommy touching a hand to her elbow. “Keep your voice down, love.” 

“I will bloody not!” 

John cut in, nodding to his brother. “Take us out to him.” Her heart all but stopped dead at seeing the look in his eyes, the immediate, highly angered state her words had caused to rise within him like a leviathan. He might’ve been annoyed with her, but still, one mention of her being spoken to disrespectfully and he fired into action. Taking her hand, he walked her from the restaurant, Tommy at her other side.  

“This your pimp, is it? Oh, two fellas, eh?” 

“Ar, lad. She must be good!” one of the other jokers with the man who had disrespected her offered, the three laughing.  

“Gonna be laughing on the other side of your face in a minute, mush. Now, which fucking one of you called my wife a whore?”  

“Me,” the central man spoke, stepping forward, “Cos’ she looks like a whore, don’t she?”  

John eyed him with cool defiance, lifting his chin while stepping closer, their noses almost touching. “Wanna know what you look like, mate?” 

“What?” 

“A man with a really fucking nice smile. A Small Heath smile, as I like to call ‘em.” Removing his cap, he swiftly headbutted the man before him, shattering his nose across his face before grabbing him, gripping his throat in a formidably tight grasp. Using the razorblades upon the peak of the trademark flat cap, he slashed open his face at the corners of his mouth, the skin tearing. “You’ll never fucking speak of my bloody wife like that again, you fucking hear me?” 

While he took care of him, Tommy laid punches upon the second and third, one of them breaking free and beginning to beat John across the back with his fists, Cosima setting her bag down in one of the flowerpots that flanked the restaurant entrance, removing a shoe.  

Charging with a wobbly gait, she hitched up her dress and jumped onto the man’s back, beating him in the face and head with the heel of her shoe, until he was bloody, the heel hitting his eyeball as she snarled. “Don’t you dare touch my fucking husband! Don’t you dare!” 

The men got out of there quickly once Cosima had neatly dismounted her target, John calling after them. “Next time, you lose your fucking tongue, ya cunt!” Breathless, he turned to his wife, raising an eyebrow. “Well, at least I managed to put a smile on someone’s face tonight, eh? Nice work with the shoe an’ all, by the way. Didn’t know you cared.” 

He turned to head back inside with Tommy, straightening themselves after the ruck, Cosima reaching for his shoulder, turning him. He was about to speak again, his words of further sarcastic retort blocked by her lips landing upon his, her arms tightening around his neck. 

Her kisses were blooms of roses growing through wildfire, soft yet burning, John clasping her dainty body to his as he felt his insides cinder upon her heat. He’d fantasised for months about how it would feel to kiss those plump, pink lips, desire running rampant through him. Pulling away, her cheeks flushed, pupils inking, John leaning in for more she happily gave.  

When they parted again, she smiled. Finally. All it took was a smidgen of violence.  

[coldfanbou]

MinaSaiyat IS Side Story: Girl's Day

A short side story about Jihyo and Dahyun spending some time together while OC was in japan with Mina

Stepping out into the sun, Jihyo made her way to the park. Dressed in a long skirt and white top, JIhyo would try to find a tree to wait under while Dahyun arrived. With you gone, the two women were going to spend some time together. They were used to hanging out, but now that they lived in two different places, it had become slightly more difficult to do so. Jihyo didn’t have to wait long; as she played a game on her phone, she noticed a person walk up to her. She couldn’t just pull her head away when she was so close to finishing the level, but the person’s head poked in front of the screen, taking her attention away. “Jihyo-unnie!” Forced to put her phone away, Jihyo stands up and hugs the younger woman. “It’s so nice to see you again!”

“It’s nice to see you too, Dahyun. Have you been doing well? A little lonely now that your step-brother is gone?”Jihyo teases the younger woman, nudging Dahyun's shoulder.

Dahyun smiles, her cheeks turning bright red. “It-I’m fine, Jihyo.” Dahyun shakes her head and looks at Jihyo again. “What did you have planned for today?”

“I thought it would be nice to go clothes shopping, maybe get some food after,” Jihyo replies.”Did you have something you wanted to do?”

“No, I wanted to know what you had planned, is all. Let’s go.” The women head off toward the mall, making small talk along the way. Store by store, they go through looking for something that they like, and occasionally find something, a shirt here, skirt there.

While they moved on to the next store, Jihyo stopped in place. She grabbed Dahyun’s shoulder. “Dahyun, let’s go in here next.” The younger woman turns her head to see a lingerie store.” Her face becomes red. “Don’t you think it would be nice to surprise him with a nice set of lingerie?”

“I’m not so sure about that, Jihyo,” Dahyun says hesitantly.

“You could use it on him when he comes back, Dahyun. Can you imagine it? He walks in to see his beautiful step-sister ready for him. You know he wouldn’t be able to resist you.” Jihyo’s word work on Dahyun.

The younger woman blushes at the thought of being ravaged. “Maybe we should just take a look,” Dahyun says quietly. Jihyo is grinning from cheek to cheek as she pulls Dahyun along into the store. They look through all kinds of different sets, trying a few on. “Jihyo-unnie!” Dahyun yells from the changing room. Jihyo walks over to the changing room, hands full of different sets. 

“What do you need, Dahyun?”  

“Can you tell me if I look good?”

“Of course, let me step inside.” Jihyo waits for Dahyun to open the changing room door; she looks to the floor as she steps inside and closes the door behind her. When she finally turns her head to Dahyun, she can’t help but smile. “Ah! You look so sexy, Dahyun!” Jihyo scans Dahyun’s body, taking in the sight. The lingerie that Dahyun had chosen to try on was all white, melting in her pale skin. Her rosy nipples and pink cunt stood out, both of them free to be touched. Dahyun’s bra and panties avoided these areas, making them easily accessible. A garter belt and stocking added to the look; it was almost as if it was a bride on her wedding day. “He would love to see you in that Dahyun.”

“Do you think so?” 

“I know so,” Jihyo replies, giving Dahyun a thumbs up. “I’m going to try some on too. I’ll be in the next room over if you need me.” Jihyo leaves the room and heads over to change in one of the others. Now alone, Dahyun picks up her phone and snaps a few photos of herself. Each one shows off a different part of her body. The first is Dahyun leaning forward to show off her small cleavage while another has her turned around and showing off her ass. She debated for a moment whether to send them to you but decided against it in the end. She kept them on her phone for safekeeping. Jihyo, meanwhile, kept trying different lingerie on. One of them, similar to Dahyun’s, showed off her nipples and cunt. Jihyo shook her breasts back and forth, thinking of how much you would like it. She also tried on a sheer nightgown with the smallest panties she could find. It was barely visible from the right angles. A knock on the door spooks Jihyo. “Who is it.”

“It’s me, Jihyo-unnie. I’m done looking around.” 

“Ah, okay. Dahyun, tell me how I look.” Dahyun opens the door to Jihyo’s changing room just enough for her to peek through.

“Wow, You would really wear that for him?” Jihyo smirks at Dahyun’s question.

“Yep, I think he would really enjoy it. Alright, I think I’m done too.” They gather their things and head out of the changing area before being stopped by a worker. 

“Excuse me, did you try all of these on?” She says, pointing toward the sets. Jihyo and Dahyun nod their heads. “Unfortunately, we don’t allow that unless you bought them beforehand. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to buy them all.” The staff member points toward a sign beside the changing rooms sign that makes mention of their rule. “If something didn’t fit well though, like a pair of panties or bra, we do offer a new replacement to them.” Jihyo and Dahyun looked at each other, shocked, before heading over to the cash register to buy everything they had tried on. Jihyo felt her heart drop; she had tried on so many different kinds. Dahyun frowned; she hadn’t tried on that many, but it definitely made her budget a bit smaller.  

The women stepped out of the store feeling a little defeated. “How about we go to your place Dahyun? I don’t think I want to shop anymore.” Dahyun nods her head, and the two make their way to Mina’s apartment. Once they arrive, Dahyun drops everything in her room before returning to see Jihyo looking around. “This place is nice.”

“It is, but it’s also a little lonely with Oppa gone.”

“Finally admitting it?” Dahyun tilts her head to the side and falls onto the couch after hearing Jihyo’s response. “How…how did you end up falling in love with him?” Dahyun’s head shoots up, and she stares at a shy JIhyo who refuses to look her way. 

“Well, he’s always been there for me and Chaeyoung. How could I not love him? It’s just recently that I told him and…”

“Yeah, we know how that’s gone.” Jihyo chuckles.

“What about you, Jihyo-unnie? I’ve only heard the story from Oppa.”

“Whatever he’s told you is probably everything. I had a cheating husband who had us move away from my family to control me. It was only when I met him that I started to get that freedom back. He treated me really well and said all the right things. I don’t think I would be where I am without him, and I want to spend my life with him.” Jihyo glances at Dahyun, who’s staring back at her, and laughs. “It’s kind of funny having this conversation with someone else who feels the same way about him.”

“...yeah it is. I want to spend my life with Oppa too. I never thought I had a chance and was ready to support him on the side. I know that even now, our parents would never support us, but…” Jihyo sits beside Dahyun, putting her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder. 

“Look at you now, though, having sex with him and going out on dates. You’re enjoying your life with him, Dahyun. Don’t worry about those things too much.” Jihyo takes a deep breath, “Let’s both try our best, Dahyun.” Dahyun nods in agreement. The women sit in silence before Dahyun leaves to get water. Jihyo turns on the TV and finds something to put on to get rid of the previous atmosphere and enjoy the rest of the day together.

[scarabsinthestardust]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 9

MASTERLIST

This one is probably dumb, but for the love of all that is good and holy it needed to be done. We were due for a good dose of ass kicking at some point.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Language, socially drinking, toxic ex-girlfriend, physical violence, Kya's usual anxiety, and (something new!) we're toeing the line into some steamy, dom!Jake but nothing graphic. Let me know if I missed anything.

I knew sooner or later I would slip up and as Josh would say, my ‘crazy’ would show. How was I supposed to know when that would happen? Maybe it was an overreaction on my part. Maybe I could have controlled my own actions. But in my defense, I did say it would be ‘on sight.’ I must stay true to my word, right?

Josh and I stood at the bar, waiting to order everyone’s drinks. It gave me a chance to pester him about some recent developments. “So… you and Finn seem to be getting along pretty well.”

He tried to play it cool but was unable to hide the smile and the blush that crept along his cheeks. “What are you implying?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wondering when I should start shopping for wedding gifts.” I grinned smugly and turned to the bartender to order drinks.

“You know what? Maybe you should worry about your own wedding first.”

I scoffed and playfully bumped his shoulder. “Talk to your brother about that, Kiszka.”

“Pft. He’s a chickenshit.”

“And you’re not?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you ever gonna actually tell Finn that you like him and quit acting like a lovesick teenager?”

“You ever gonna mind your business?”

“Nope, never.” I stuck my tongue out at him as the bartender brought over the last of our order. We collected the glasses and began to head back to our table on the outdoor patio. “If it helps, he likes you, too.”

He didn’t answer, and I assumed he was all flustered now, but when I realized he’d also stopped walking, I turned to him. He was frozen, eyes narrowed and glued to something across the bar. I searched for what had him looking like he was ready to fight something; that’s when my eyes landed on her. She was tall, thin, had perfectly straight blonde hair, a way-too tight dress that left little to the imagination, and had her hand on my boyfriend’s arm. I saw him pull away as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

“Josh, who the fuck is that?”

“That’s Jenna. His ex.”

“The ex?”

He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Kya, I’m sure Jake’s already told her to fuck off. She just doesn’t listen well.” His eyes were pleading with me to believe him, and to trust Jake. Trusting Jake wasn’t the issue, but the audacity of this bitch to even show her face, to think she had any right to even speak to him after what she did, it had me seething.

Sam and Danny had run off somewhere, so Jake was alone with her. I kept my eyes on them as I walked back to the table, and I didn’t miss it when she ran her hand up to his shoulder before he shrugged her off and tried to put some distance between them.

I thought about being civil and handling it like a mature adult, but I’m nothing if not petty and passive aggressive. I didn’t give Jenna a chance to close the distance again, slipping myself into the gap between them and slamming the drinks onto the table with a jarring ‘bang.’ I smiled sweetly at Jake, blatantly ignoring the scoff that came from Jenna. “Hey, babe. Bar’s slammed tonight. They’re completely out of Crown Apple.” I pouted, sticking my bottom lip out.

“Excuse me, we were kind of in the middle of something.” Her voice from behind me made my eye twitch. Strike one.

Jake glared at her. “I think you should go, Jenna. We don’t have anything to talk about.” I was proud of him. I can only imagine how hard this was for him, to see her and to be in such close proximity to the girl who hurt him, who tried her best to destroy him. He could have completely shut down or given into her advances because it was easier than the impeding confrontation, but he didn’t. Josh hovered nearby, probably wanting to intervene but holding out, glaring daggers at the woman. She didn’t pay him any mind.

“We actually have a lot to talk about, Jakey.” He cringed as she reached around me and tried to touch his face. Strike two. He jerked away from her touch, and I made my first move. I turned slightly towards her and faked a clumsy fumble, spilling my drink all over the front of her dress, causing her to jump back with a yelp.

“Whoops.” Batting my eyelashes innocently, I brought my hand to my chest in mock concern. “I didn’t see you there.” I’m pretty sure I heard Josh snicker from behind me.

Jenna stood in disbelief, arms out, as she examined the damage to her clothing. She glared at me and stomped her foot like a child having a tantrum. “You bitch!”

“Maybe you should go get that taken care of. If you get it in the wash soon it might not stain.” I winked at her, not bothering to hide my snarky tone, before turning back to Jake. This only egged her on, but maybe that was the plan. I wanted to see how far I could push her.

Everything happened so fast after that. Jenna let out an angry noise, something between a cry and a yell, right as she grabbed my ponytail, yanking my head back. I vaguely remember hearing shouting from both boys and Jake standing abruptly, ready to intervene. But this was strike three, and he wouldn’t have the chance. My elbow connected with her rib cage, and she let go of my hair, before I locked my fist and slammed it into the side of her face. I rammed my weight into her, pushing her back and pinning her against the wall. I’m sure it didn’t feel good when I knocked the wind out of her. One hand gripped her wrist to help me keep control of the situation, and my free arm was folded in front of me, pressed against her throat. She was frozen in shock, her cheek already starting to redden, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy seeing the absolute fear in her eyes.

All the other patrons had gone silent to watch the show. I leaned in so she could feel my breath and I could make sure she got the message. “Just couldn’t keep your grubby fingers to yourself, huh?” I carefully applied a little more pressure on her neck, not enough to suffocate her, but plenty enough to scare her. “Stay away from my man. And if you ever put your hands on me or him again, I will break your fucking jaw and you’ll be drinking your meals from a plastic straw.”

Once I felt that she was sufficiently petrified, I let her loose and watched in satisfaction as she scampered away like a dog with its tail between its legs, heavy mascara running down her face. Some of the staff were approaching, and Josh suggested we make ourselves scarce before someone called the police. Jake didn’t speak and I started to wonder if I crossed the line.

After we put some distance between us and the bar, Josh bounced up to me excitedly. “Holy shit. That was fucking awesome! That bitch needed someone to put her in her place.” I grinned and rolled my eyes. He was in good spirits over the whole thing, but when I looked at Jake, he was silent, eyes fixed in front of him.

“Jake?” I made an attempt to touch his hand, but he pulled away from me.

“Jake,” Josh began, “don’t be mad at her. She-“

“Shut up, Josh.”

Josh’s eyes darted between us as he tried to figure out what to say. Jake was angry at me, and I didn’t see any reason to drag his twin into it as well. I shot Josh a reassuring smile to silently tell him it was fine. I wasn’t entirely sure, though. Josh bit his lip and hesitated, but he eventually gave in, asking Jake to call him later, before reluctantly leaving us to walk back to his car.

“Let’s go.” I hated how angry he sounded, and he still wouldn’t look at me. I thought carefully about what I wanted to say. Once Jenna pulled my hair, it was free game. I was well within my rights to defend myself. So why did I feel guilty? I thought back to our first fight. He must have thought I was a hypocrite, not letting him handle the situation from the get-go. Maybe if I had, the physical altercation could have been avoided.

The gravel crunched under my feet as we reached the car. He opened the passenger door and waited for me. “Jake, I’m sorry, can we-“

“Get in the fucking car, Kya.”

He had never spoken to me like that. His voice sounded so aggressive, and his tone cold. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and it was scaring me. I wasn’t scared of him, per se; I know he wouldn’t hurt me. I was afraid of losing him. Did he hate me for this? Did I just ruin an almost two-year relationship because I couldn’t just be normal?

I climbed in the passenger seat and pulled on the seatbelt, wincing when he slammed the door. He followed suit, starting the engine and peeling out of the parking lot. I waited until we were on the road to start running my mouth. He tried to interrupt me a few times, but I didn’t let him. I needed to get it all out.

“Listen, I know you’re pissed off at me. That’s fine. I crossed a line, and I shouldn’t have even gotten involved. I should have trusted you to handle it. Call me a fucking hypocrite, but it made me so mad seeing her touch you, acting like she had any right to do that after how she treated you. But she made her bed the second she put her fucking hands on me. And I will absolutely not apologize for defending myself. She’s lucky I didn’t knock her fucking teeth out,” I muttered, crossing my arms like a child who didn’t get their way. “I’m sorry, Jake. Would you please just say something? This silent treatment thing is not…” I trailed off when he put the car in park at a red light.

In the blink of an eye, Jake’s seatbelt was off, and he leaned into me, his hand planted firmly around my throat. The way he squeezed just right and breathed into my ear made me realize it wasn’t violence out of anger. This was blatantly sexual. My breath caught in my throat as he spoke. “For the love of God, Kya, if you don’t stop talking, I will not make it home. I will pull over and fuck you senseless, and I don’t give a shit if anyone sees.”

Oh.

Oh.

I had read him so very wrong. Me, who is typically great at reading people, had it wrong. He tricked me. He wasn’t angry. He was turned on, and he was having a hard time keeping it under control. My eyes shot down to his lap, where I could see now, he was straining against the fabric of his pants. I let out an uncontrollable giggle, but the look on his face shut me up, his grip never loosening from around my neck.

“Think you can do this one thing, and just fucking behave for one car ride?”

The light turned green, and I nodded, letting out a breathy moan, and feeling the all-too-familiar warmth between my own legs. He removed his hand long enough to put his seatbelt back on and the car in drive, then planted it on my thigh. For privacy’s sake, I figured it was best to wait until we got home to push his buttons.

By the time we returned home, it was nearly impossible to fight off the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me. “So which part of all that turned you on so much?”

He all but growled as he led me inside and straight to the bedroom. “Clothes off. Now.”

I smirked and followed his instructions, my previous anxieties dissipated, and very excited about where this would lead. I never got tired of seeing this side of him. But no matter how dominant or how rough he got, I knew I was safe with him, and he always made sure I was taken care of.

It was sure to be a fun night.

~

When I woke up, I groaned at the ache all over my body. Jake opened one sleepy eye and smiled at me.

“M’ sore.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, still smiling. He was not sorry.

“I want a hot shower.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him, making it clear where he wanted me to stay. “Later.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue with him. I strained to reach over for my phone on the bedside table. I only wanted to check the time, but my eyes widened at the fourteen unread text messages. “What the hell?”

Josh K. – 1:21 AM

Everything okay?

What happened?

Kya?

Jake’s not answering me.

I’m worried.

No, seriously, I’m really worried.

KYA???????

ARE YOU ALIVE

DID JAKE KILL YOU

DID YOU KILL JAKE

WHAT HAPPENED

Please for the love of god just tell me you guys are okay.

I am freaking out right now

SOMEONE JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME FOR FUCKS SAKE

He must have fallen asleep eventually, the last message sent around 4:30 AM. I laughed, a little closer to a small cackle.

“What is it?”

I showed Jake my phone. “Your brother thinks you murdered me.”

He closed his eyes and chuckled. “I’m pretty sure it’s more likely to be the other way around.”

I put on my best sweet and innocent voice. “I would never.” I kissed him on the nose before sending a text back to Josh. I assumed he would still be asleep, but he proved me wrong.

We’re okay, Josh. Great, actually. Sorry for not answering and worrying you. We were busy ; )

Josh K. – 9:04 AM

THANK GOD.

Wait

GROSS. ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING. SEXUAL DEVIANTS.

I simply giggled at his overdramatic response, before tossing my phone back on the table and snuggling back up with Jake. The shower could wait.

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[raindancer2004]

The Other Swan

Word Count: 4,410 Demetri x OC Swan. Final Part. Warnings: Fluff,

Danni excelled at being a mother to Nicolai, her maternal instincts stronger and running deeper than she ever thought possible, but then everything vampires feel is on a much deeper level compared to their human counterparts. Danni would bake cakes and cookies with Nicolai, something that he loved as he got to eat their creations. Demetri would often watch his mate and son baking together, painting together and playing games together. Danni even taught him how play the different card and board games that she played as a child so he could join in with them. Nicolai liked to call this family game time and Demetri couldn’t help smiling as he got to experience the family life he never thought he would once he became immortal.

Caius and Athenodora were pleased to hear that Danni and Demetri agreed to nurture both his human and vampire sides as this meant he got to experience the best of both worlds. Athenodora offered to bake with Nicolai one cloudy Wednesday afternoon “Can you bake Nana?” “Not really sweetie but I can read and therefore can follow the recipes from your cookbooks” She replied smiling down at him “Ok, we’ll start with a simple Chocolate cake recipe” Nicolai responded with a smile of his own as he took his Nana’s hand and walked beside her to the kitchen.

Caius decided to see how his wife and grandson were getting on in the kitchen and walked in to find her blue dress covered in flour and a streak of flour on her cheek. Nicolai had some chocolate around his lips but they both looked happy as they decorated the cake. Caius chuckled low to himself but due to their vampire hearing Athenodora and Nicolai heard him and looked up. “Look Grandpa, we’re nearly finished with our cake” “I can see, it looks delicious” He replied “It’s a shame Nana and I can’t help you eat it” “I’ve told him he has to share the cake with the new Secretary Lori especially as we have some Chocolate chunk cookies in the oven” “Sounds like a good idea darling” Caius replied smiling and Nicolai nodded in agreement.

Around the end of July Aro received a wedding invitation from Alice Cullen announcing that Bella Swan and Edward Cullen were to be married on August 13th although Caius was not happy to hear the news as he knew this was the Cullen’s way of delaying Bella’s transformation further by having a wedding first. Aro on the other hand was excited to hear of the nuptials even if this was the Cullen’s way of announcing that Bella was to become one of them. “I’m going to guess that Danni hasn’t received an invitation or even been notified of the upcoming wedding” Marcus mused aloud “Seeing as they cut her out of their lives months ago, I doubt it” Caius replied “I think we should be the ones tell her” Aro said and his brothers nodded in agreement “I agree. I won’t have secrets kept from her” Caius replied, his protectiveness coming to the surface, knowing that the news would likely upset her.  “Can I be there when you tell her please?” Demetri asked as he and Felix were the only other vampires in the room “Of course my dear boy” Marcus replied “Thank you master. This news is likely to upset her, especially after being cut out of her family’s lives” Demetri replied.

Danni was quiet over the next few days and everyone knew why and didn’t question her about it, they just let her be. Danni kept Nicolai close during these few days too, choosing to spend time with him alone. During one their shopping trips, Nicolai finds a ‘World’s Best Daddy’ mug “Mummy can I get this for Daddy please?” He asked pointing to the mug. Danni smiled before answering “Of course you can sweetie, He’ll love it” “Thank you Mummy” Nicolai replied and hugged her legs.

Later that night after his shift ended, Demetri returned to his room and saw Danni and Nicolai waiting for him, a blue and silver gift bag sitting on the coffee table. “Hello mi amore…” He kissed Danni’s cheek “…Hi buddy” He kissed his son’s hair before taking a seat beside them on the sofa. “Hi Daddy, this is for you” Nicolai said with a big grin on his face, pointing to the gift bag. “Hi babe” Danni replied smiling as Demetri reached over and opened the gift bag to reveal the mug inside. Danni and Nicolai watched as a big smile appeared on Demetri’s face, his eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears “Thank you so much buddy. I love it and you very much” He lifted his son onto his lap and hugged him close, placing a kiss on his hair.

Danni and Demetri started making plans for their wedding as Danni wanted a Winter wedding at the castle. Aro offered to officiate at the ceremony and Danni and Demetri agreed, both surprised and pleased that he wanted to participate in their wedding this way. “It would be an honour Aro, thank you” Danni said as Caius rolled his eyes dramatically from his throne, Demetri tried not to laugh at Caius’ reaction.

Heidi, Chelsea, Jane were asked to be Danni’s Bridesmaids, Gianna taking on the role of Maid of Honour. Felix was chosen as Best Man with Alec and Santiago being groomsmen and Nicolai was given the role of Ring Bearer, something he was very excited about.

Danni asked Caius to accompany her on a walk of the North facing garden and he agreed as he enjoyed spending time with his adopted daughter. They took a seat on the bench in front of the fountain and Danni took an unneeded breath before speaking. “Caius, I have something important I would like to ask you…” Caius took her hand in his and nodded for her to continue “…I wondered if you would give me away at the wedding?” Caius’ face lit up “Of course I would my child. I’m honoured that you asked” He wrapped his arms around her in hug “Thank you, not just for agreeing to give me away but for making me feel like part of the family” “You are most welcome Danni. As far as I am concerned you are my daughter and I would do anything and everything to ensure you are happy and safe always” He pulled her in for another hug, Danni resting her head on his shoulder, feeling tears fill her eyes that will go unshed.

Athenodora told Demetri that she and Caius would pay for Danni’s bridal gown along with the Bridesmaid and Maid of Honour dresses. “You don’t need to do that Mi’ lady” He replied “I know we don’t have to but we want to. As you know we see Danni as our daughter and this is our gift to you both” Demetri nodded “Thank you very much for your offer. It’s greatly appreciated” “You are most welcome my dear” She replied before giving him a quick hug. Demetri has always been Athenodora’s favourite guard and she was very happy he would become her official son-in-law soon.

Danni and Demetri had decided on a Red and White colour scheme for their Winter wedding, deciding on having Poinsettias as the centre pieces as they are a Winter flower. Red and White Roses would make up the bridal bouquets.

Caius had the guards freshen up the ballroom’s décor as it was looking a little dull after years of not being used. The cream-coloured walls looked bright and fresh against the polished real wood flooring once finished.

Marcus arranged for ‘Midnight Fangs’ a vampire quartet to play at the wedding, having had them perform at the castle during previous balls and galas.

If only they knew that all of these plans were going to be put on hold…

It is early December when Irina enters Castillo Volterra and makes her way to the throne room. Santiago opens the doors and she enters, Demetri and Felix walking towards her, curious as to what she wants. “What a pleasant surprise” Aro says as Irina enters the throne room, Marcus looks fed up and closed his book softly. “What do you want?” Caius asks sounding a little irritated turning around to face her “Hmm” She pauses a moment before replying “I have to report a crime…the Cullens…they have done something…terrible.” A smirk appears on Caius’ face and Aro closes his book and flashes over to Irina “Allow me my dear” Aro says taking her hand in his and looking at her thoughts and memories regarding the Cullen’s ‘crime’ “Oh my” He says once he’s finished. “Brother what have they have done now?” Caius asks as he walks towards them “It would appear dear brother they have created an immortal child” Aro replies “WHAT?!!” Caius shouts “ARE YOU SURE?” “Irina saw the child herself, she was jumping in the air catching snowflakes” Aro replied “Then we send the guards now! They can destroy the child and the Cullens” Caius responds “No brother. I think we will take our time, gather some witnesses and pay them a visit ourselves along with the guards” Aro replies calmly, despite the anger simmering inside. “A public trial?” Caius smirks “Yes brother. A public trial…this way we can be sure that our kind are reminded that creating immortal children is still illegal” Aro replies “Thank you for letting us know my dear” Marcus said smiling “Santiago please show Irina to one of our guest rooms” Marcus says looking at the guard “Yes master” Santiago bows his head and leads her to a guest room on the second floor.

Later that day Aro calls Danni to the throne room and asks the guards to leave except for Demetri. “Thank you for coming Danni…we have something we need to discuss with you” Aro starts “Ok. Have I done something wrong?” She asks looking between the Kings and Demetri “No, Danni you have done nothing wrong” Aro replies with a warm smile and Danni instantly relaxes “However, someone you know well has done something wrong, illegal even…” He pauses for a moment “…It would seem that the Cullens have created an immortal child…” “You have to got to be kidding me? Like seriously? What the hell?” Danni cuts Aro off. The Kings and Demetri cannot help laughing a little at her reaction. “Well I hope you plan to deal with them accordingly Caius” She adds looking at him “Yes child we do. There will be a public trial in Forks with witnesses” He replies and she nods “You don’t object to that?” Marcus asks curiously “No, I don’t. Caius gave me a history lesson once whilst Demi was away and informed me of your laws and how you dealt with the immortal children problem when it arose centuries ago” “But Bella’s your sister” Marcus adds, his head tilted to the side slightly “Don’t remind me!...” Danni bites back and Demetri intertwined his fingers with hers, squeezing them gently “…She left me here nine months ago and hasn’t looked back, remember” The Kings all nod at her, sympathy shining in their ruby eyes at the memory of that day.

A moment of silence passed before Danni spoke again “Can I ask how you know about this?” “We had a visitor this afternoon and she told us about the child. In fact, the child was seen with your sister” Aro replied “Bella may not have been aware of immortal children and the law surrounding them but Carlisle would have known and I’m sure Edward would also have been aware. They have broken a law and need to face the consequences and let’s face it you’ve been lenient in the past with Bella and Edward and look how they’ve repaid you” She responds back “That was not the reaction I was expecting from you my dear but I will say I am impressed with the way you have handled the news” Aro tells her honestly “Thank you Aro. I do, however, have a request…regarding the trial and any subsequent punishment” “We’re listening my dear” Caius replies this time and steps closer to her “I do not want Demetri to have any involvement in the punishment of the Cullens, especially Bella and Edward. I am not sure if you are aware but last summer Edward and his brothers killed a vampire who tried to kill Bella and as a result the vampire’s mate sought revenge…she even tried to kill Bella. This took place after Edward left her…before we came here…” She paused to see the Kings reactions, they nodded for her to continue “…As selfish as this may seem I am asking that Demetri is not involved as I do not want any of the Cullens to come after me or him as revenge. I do not want to be looking over my shoulder or worrying about him when he is on missions, more than I do already. Also, I do not want our son to grow up with only one parent” She added looking up at Demetri to see that he was looking down at her lovingly. “I think we can all agree with that request my dear, after all you haven’t asked for anything since you arrived and you understand the situation we are in and have handled it better than we expected. I also have no desire to risk anything happening to my grandson or his parents” Caius answered her “Thank you Caius” She replied and gave him a quick hug “Yes thank you master for agreeing to Danni’s request” “You are both welcome. We do, however, ask that you both accompany us when we go to Forks” He replies “Of course master” Demetri replies and Danni nods in agreement.

The following day Irina was in the library reading along with Alec when Danni entered with Nicolai “What the...?” Irina says shocked when she notices the little boy who resembles Demetri but who clearly has a heartbeat “Irina this Danni, Demetri’s mate and their son Nicolai” Alec introduces them “It’s nice to meet you Irina” Danni smiles at her “Nice to meet you too” Irina replies “Nicolai…he has a-a heartbeat…but how?” Irina asks “I’m half-human, half-vampire” He replies “I had him whilst I was still human, Demetri changed me after he was born…about six months ago” Danni adds “But he-he looks like...” Irina trails off “His vampire side means he grows faster than his human counterparts and is quite smart for his age too” Danni tells her as she takes a seat on the sofa opposite her and Nicolai sits beside his mum. “I didn’t know that vampires could have children” Irina says looking at the boy “Neither did we. It was a surprise to us all to discover that male vampires can father children with human females” Alec responds. “I’m gifted too like mummy and daddy” Nicolai says proudly “Really? May I ask what your gift is Nicolai?” Irina asks, curiosity shining in her amber coloured eyes “I’m a shield like mummy and I am able to track people like daddy, but only those with shields. I fill in the gaps of daddy’s gift” He replies proudly “Wow” Irina breathed out, “I can’t believe how much he looks like Demetri” Irina says looking between Nicolai and Danni “I know, me too. He’s a mini version of his dad” Danni replies and Nicolai just smiles back at Irina.

A few days later Nicolai and Irina were walking in the South facing garden when he stopped walking and gently tugged on her hand to get her attention. “Irina, can I ask why you have amber coloured eyes seeing as you are a vampire?” Nicolai asked curiosity shining in his blue eyes “I have amber eyes because I am a vegetarian vampire…” “What’s a vegetarian vampire?” He asked, cutting her off “A vegetarian vampire survives on animal blood instead of human blood” She responded and watched as Nicolai tried to process this information and knew he would have more questions for her. “What animals do you eat and how do you find them?” “Where I live in Alaska, there is a very big forest surrounding our house and my family and I hunt the animals there. In the forest there are different animals, Bears, Moose, Wolves and Caribou to name a few” “Oh, that’s different. Why don’t you hunt humans like other vampires?” “My family and I used to hunt humans but after many years we decided to try surviving on animal blood and found that we could survive that way, although there are not many vegetarian vampires” “You are the first vegetarian vampire I have met” He said with a smile “You are the first vampire / human hybrid that I’ve met” She replied with a smile of her own. They resumed their walk around the garden and continued to talk about different topics. Irina was surprised at how ‘grown-up’ Nicolai was and sounded despite how young he was.

Whilst the Kings and the four Elite guards were away from the castle to gather some witnesses of their own for the upcoming Cullen trial, Danni found that Nicolai’s shielding ability had developed. “Look Mummy…” Danni looked up from her book to see a faint shimmering glow circling her son, giving him the appearance of being inside a protective bubble. Danni smiled, feeling proud of her son and his growing ability. “That’s amazing sweetie” She praised him and he smiled back at her. She wondered if she could get her shield do the same or something similar at the very least. ‘It’d be nice to be able to protect the ones I love, as well as myself’ She thought to herself and decided to ask Santiago and Heidi for their help in Demetri’s absence.

Danni and Nicolai met with Santiago and Heidi the following morning in the south-facing garden as they had agreed to help them develop their shielding abilities. Nicolai asked to train with Santiago as he knew that Demetri had trained Santiago when he joined the guard and still spars with him regularly. Danni and Heidi worked together to see how her shield worked and if she could shield someone other than herself.

With a lot of hard work, Danni was able to shield multiple people as she had practised constantly, pushing her shield to its max. Her shield looked different to her son’s as hers looked almost like it was an extension of her, a faint shimmering was the only hint that her shield was in use to protect the ones she loved.

Upon Demetri’s return to the castle Danni and Nicolai updated him on the development of their gifts. Nicolai was able to shield not only himself but one other person easily. “I hope I can shield more people when I’m older” He said looking up at his dad “You’re doing just fine as you are buddy” Demetri replied proudly, as he looked down at his son as they both stood inside Nicolai’s ‘protective bubble.’

Caius, Aro and Marcus stood watching Danni and Nicolai with proud smiles on their faces. “At least we can keep Edward from reading our thoughts now” Caius said proudly and nudged Aro slightly “Yes, and it’ll be a good surprise for the damned law breaker too” Aro replied with a smile.

December 31st – Confrontation –

Once it had been declared that Renesmee was not an immortal child, Irina was ripped apart and burned for providing a false allegation against the Cullens. “That’s a shame mummy, I liked her” Nicolai said low so only his parents heard him and she nodded in response.

Alice and Jasper made their way back to the Cullens and their witnesses but before anyone could leave Vladimir shouts out “TRAITOR” and looks directly at Danni “Excuse me?” She asks “You are on the wrong side my dear, should you not be over here supporting your sister?” He replies “Supporting my sister, why would I want to do that after what she and her precious Edward did?” “You mean have a child together?” Stefan replies “No. I’m talking about the fact that they left me in Volterra nine months ago and haven’t been in touch since. In fact, I received one letter from Esme telling me that once Edward and Bella landed back here, they told my dad I had died in an accident and that a memorial was held for me. Edward made that decision on the flight back from Volterra thus, ensuring I could never come home to see my dad, never have the chance to introduce him to my mate. They took away my chance to say goodbye” She replied and noticed the shocked looks on the faces of the Cullen’s witnesses “Oh…you all look surprised. Did they not tell you that part? Did they also tell you that they never invited me to their wedding? I only found out about the wedding from Aro after they sent an invitation to him to let him know it was taking place. It was their way of announcing Bella’s transformation.” She added and Demetri squeezed her hand gently. Caius moved closer to Danni, a scowl settling on his face.

“I notice you have a child of your own” Tanya says looking at Nicolai “Yes, I do. My son was born six months ago and my fiancée changed me after he was delivered, we didn’t want to risk another pregnancy as there was no guarantee I would handle another one so well” She responded and noticed Carlisle looked a little confused. “Danni drank human blood regularly once we discovered she was pregnant, this allowed her to meet the baby’s needs and she was able to keep certain foods down too” Caius advised him proudly and Carlisle nodded, clearly impressed as it sounded like Danni had an easier pregnancy than her sister.

“Why did you not tell me I had a nephew?” Bella asked “Why would I? You cut me out of your life, cut me out of my own family. I have a new family now and I couldn’t be happier” Danni replies smiling.

“You have a chance to reconnect with one another, especially as you both have children now” Esme replies softly “Esme as much as I like you and Carlisle, we’re all aware that if it wasn’t for this ‘situation’ we wouldn’t even be talking. I mean none of you got in touch to advise me of the wedding or that my niece was born three months ago” Danni replied. “You can’t take the high ground Danni, your mate would have killed us if there had been a fight today” Edward called out “That is where you are wrong Eddie. The Kings agreed to my request of keeping Demetri out of any executions involving you Cullens as I didn’t want any of you coming after me or my mate as revenge. I protected my family unlike you. I mean look what happened after you killed James, his mate went after Bella to avenge him and you weren’t even here to protect her. So, I have every reason to take the high ground as you put it as I have done nothing to any of you” She replied. Edward went to speak but Caius cut him off “I would consider your next words to Danni very carefully Cullen or you’ll find yourself joining Irina in becoming a pile of ash” “Why do you care what he says to her?” Bella asked “I care because Danni is my daughter and no one, and I do mean no one will disrespect a member of my family” Caius replies and Demetri smirks at the Cullens as surprise registers on their faces.

“What?…how…?” Bella struggled to speak, too shocked at Caius’ news. “My wife and I always wanted to have a daughter and once we met and got to know Danni, things fell into place and we came to care for her as though she was our daughter…” Caius spoke looking directly at Bella “And I came to care about Caius and Dora as my parents in return” Danni finished Caius’ sentence with a warm smile. Everyone watched as Athenodora stepped forward and slipped her hand into her husband’s as she spoke “We were there for Danni when she needed love and support as she navigated her way through a new relationship, whilst she settled into her new life and her new home...” Bella looked as though she wanted to say something but Athenodora didn’t give her chance. “…You abandoned your sister without a second thought when she needed you, needed your support to navigate her way through a new relationship, a relationship with a vampire no less and everything that came with that, seeing as you had experience with this but you chose Edward instead.” Danni nodded and felt so loved in that moment hearing her adoptive parents speak this way about her.

“Just so we are clear Bella, you will not be receiving an invitation to our wedding as it’s for our family and friends only” Demetri adds and Danni nods in agreement before adding “We had to postpone our special day because of you and your ‘antics.’”

Silence filled the air as no one spoke, as they tried to process everything they’ve just heard. “Danni and the Volturi are telling the truth about everything…” Maggie says looking around at the Cullen’s witnesses “…And Bella and Edward haven’t even bothered to apologise or make amends for their actions” Maggie continued, distaste clear in her voice.

“Our apologies Danni for calling you a traitor. It appears we were not told the truth regarding yours and Demetri’s situation” Vladimir called out and she and Demetri nodded. “That’s quite alright. I don’t blame Demetri for keeping me by his side that day. If I’m being honest, I’m glad he did as our relationship developed naturally and I got to have a son with the man I love. I am looking forward to spending an eternity with my family and that doesn’t include any of you” She replied looking at Bella and the Cullens, before turning to face her mate. “Let’s go home mi amore” Demetri smiled down at her and looked at Marcus who just smiled and nodded. The Cullens and their witnesses watched as Demetri and Danni left the field with their son and didn’t look back.

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Thurs 1st August

2.39am and I am wide awake bc my mother in law is being a total nightmare. She's been mostly great all through wedding planning, they are doing us a huge favour by looking after Maggie so we didn't have to put her in kennels. But now they've suddenly decided they really wanted to stay at the hotel, which we said 8 months ago when we asked them to have Maggie that we didn't want her staying there, bc she would be stuck in the room all day, and if a cleaner went in she would be territorial of the room so she'd probably have to be muzzled, and we would be so stressed about making sure people were going to check on her etc. They said this was all fine, they were planning to go home on the night anyway, no problem. But now because there are empty rooms they are having a fit that they can't stay. I get that that's frustrating but we would be so uncomfortable with Maggie being in a hotel full of 60+ people, she'd be so so stressed and it would not be fair to her.

So his mam has then been telling us we shouldn't be paying for empty rooms, but it was in the contract we signed 18 months ago that any empty rooms still need paid for because they're all booked out for our guests, which is fair and from what I can tell is standard for any wedding venue so we would be in the same situation literally wherever we had the wedding. We've explained that to her several times over the past few months and she would not take no for an answer bc she's used to kicking up such a fuss that people just give in to her.

So she had been having this discussion AGAIN with Matt yesterday, and she said she was 'going for a walk near there anyway so she would pop in to talk about it' and he told her not to, because there is nothing to discuss, everything is under control and nothing needs changed. The venue then emailed us saying she had been in wanting to discuss the rooms and thank god the wedding coordinators weren't there to discuss with her. So they emailed us saying rooms can be made up at the last minute if anyone else decides to stay etc as I think they assumed that was maybe what she wanted. Matt sent her their email and said Idk what you wanted to discuss but there's the reply, and she replied 'they said the wedding coordinator would call me and I told them not to tell you!'

Obviously Matt's reply was of course they told us, it is actually our wedding. Then she starts saying how upset she is that she's being left out of the wedding and feels like she doesn't know what's going on. But we've TOLD HER every single update, we talk wedding planning every time we see her, I've offered to take her dress shopping multiple times and she didn't want to go with me, I asked her to send photos of her mam for a memory table and she just never did, we asked her to make our cake, she is a witness to our marriage and will be on the fucking certificate. What else did she want?! She's been just as involved as, if not more than, anyone else. We said from the very start we wanted to do it all ourselves and that's what we've done but we've kept them in the loop the whole time. I genuinely don't know what else we ahould have done. I'm at my fucking wit's end with her I am so stressed and it's literally all because of his family being dicks. My face is breaking out, stress eczema is coming out, I can't eat or sleep. I had a bag of crisps and 4 squares of chocolate for dinner then went to bed and lay awake. His one brother and his wife who we get on really well with have been so supportive bc they've already been through this. Like we were so worried about my family behaving themselves but they're all actually being really chill about everything. We really didn't think his would be such a nightmare

But on the bright side, my sister in law (the one married to the nice brother) helped me make these lovely glasses for everyone having hair and makeup done and it took us 4 hours and we just ranted about this stupid fucking family the whole time and it was v v cathartic

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Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 4

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Gold's pov

The party was getting crazy. The dancing, singing, and the loud music, it got crowded fast. I kept bumping into people while trying to get to the table "sorry, sorry,oh sorry" I kept apologizing. I kept going until I was shoved but got caught by someone, I looked up to see that it was the blue dog "nice to see you again groovy person you good, you seem a bit out of it" he said as he helped me stand up "oh I'm so sorry, sir" I apologize and looked down in shame "woah chill down, accident happen and sir, HA! Just Barnaby baby is fine" he said be for taking his hat off to bow down in a joking way "hehe, thank you Barnaby for catching me" I said "any time, oh your hair, it's becoming undone, probably from all the fun and dancing huh" he pointed out "what!?" I said as I chucked my hair and it was, my silver hair clip was missing "oh, dear" I grabbed my hair to keep it pulled back "I'm so sorry to ask but where is the exit" I asked since I couldn't see where it was "right over there" he pointed "take a breather, you look like you need it" he said "thank you" I said as I tried to rush out unknown to me that I dropped something important

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Wally's pov

I was trying to get to the table hoping to see my love to give them the gift I got them but no, only Barnaby "hey there little buddy" he said "hello Barnaby, have you seen my beloved" I asked "them? Oh yeah they headed towards the town, the poor thing looked like they needed some air" he said a bit worried "oh, thank you Barnaby I'll be off then" "wait!" He said holding me back "they dropped this" he handed me a hair clip that looked like a beetle "thank you again" I said as I rushed off after them and made it into town

"Darling, where are you?" I looked around for my beloved after we got separated during the dance

"If you ask me, I think your date-friend is a bit too quiet" the worm called Home said suspiciously "they're not my date-friend they're my partner" I corrected Home as I showed off my ring "I'll keep an eye out for them" Home said before popping out my eye that I caught.

"Darling?" I looked around "there they go, there they go,! They're-they're getting away!" Home cried as I saw something white go past the skeleton horse statue. I put back in my eye as I rush to follow

After a while I lost track of them again until a shop owner pointed me toward their direction "thank you" I said before following "dear, where are you?" I called out near some coffins until I saw a spider "hello there Miss Widow how are you?" I asked her "oh I'm doing just wonderful! This person wearing a wedding dress complimented my weds now I'm inspired to make a new one" she said "oh how lovely by any chance you saw where they were going" I asked "yeah, they went a little more that way" she nudged her head as I thanked her and walking off

"Dearest, darling" I shouted before seeing another corpse sweeping "excuse me sir have you seen my partner" I asked "the breather?" He asked as I nodded "yeah they went that way, they're a nice one, they helped me when my head fell off" he said as I walked away. With all the compliments my partner was getting I feel even more in love 'they're just so sweet, the sweetest!' that thought made me more excited to find them as I skipped off until and stopped at a ledge seeing them walk up the stairs

I rushed up the stairs to join them, noticing them in trouble, with their veil off trying to fix their hair "hello dear" I said quietly giving off my presence softly as they lifted their head up "oh, hello" they said shyly "isn't the view beautiful? It takes my breath away, well, it would if I had any" I said jokingly as I saw them giggle before looking at the view "isn't it romantic?" I said placing the present down and sat next to them being careful of their vail "why keep your hair up?" I asked as they kept struggling to keep their hair back "my Aunt wants me to look perfect and that my hair was a distraction..." They said sadly "but I would like to see! I'm sure you look wonderful" I said curious "but... but it'll look improper" they said "it looks like it hurts from how tight it is" I finally blurted out stunning them "I-i... okay" they finally agreed letting it flow out as it naturally curled "oh my!" I said placing my hand over my mouth from shock "I guess my Aunt was right, it is bad" they said with a sadden smile "OH! no,no,no, your hair is, oh gosh, wait give me a sec-" I grabbed their vail and placed it on them "there... wait one more thing" I said as I grabbed out the beetle and clipped it in "there the gold beetle really compliments you" I said "oh, gosh I didn't realize that I dropped it!" they touched the clip in disbelief "I was right, you look wonderful" I said seeing them blush a bit.

"I-I'm sorry for what had happened to you and for everything but I must get home soon" they said looking down again "but this is your home" I said trying to convince them "but I don't even know your name and you don't even know mine" they said instantly "well that's a great way to start a marriage" Home said in my head "shh, shut up" I said realizing I said that out loud look at them as they gave me a wide eye stare, I giggled out of embarrassment "it's Wally Darling" I answered "Wally" they said 'gosh I feel like if my heart could beat it would burst' "now what is your name darling" I said "oh... It's Gold... Gold Treasure" they answered 'even their name is unique' I snapped out of my thoughts realizing I forgot some thing as I grabbed the gift

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Gold's pov

"it's a wedding present" Wally said giving me the present topped with a bow, the box was light but something was moving and clanking inside. I was shaking, wondering what was in it "thank you" I said to Wally when he lifted the lid showing a skeletal cat as it jump out as I dropped the box. It landed on my lap looking up at me I then looked at it's pink collar, checking out their name tag I realized who it was "Rascal?" it meowed "RASCAL!" I cheered as Rascal rubbed his head on my face "my cat, Rascal!" I was happy to see my childhood friend again

Rascal walked off my lap to Wally's as he pat him causing Rascal to purr "oh, what a cutie" Wally said "even without fur he is still so cute" I said remembering the yellow and green fur Rascal used to have "Aunt never liked Rascal, she never approved anything" I said "do you think she would approve of me?" Wally asked "you're the luckiest that you won't have to meet her but..." I stumbled off "maybe you should meet Papa... since we are... well married I do think you should meet him 'and it gives me the chance to talk to a friend' "... we should go see them" I said "oh, what a fantastic idea! Where are they buried?" Wally asked excitedly making me realize that my biological parents were buried back at my old town and that Papa lived in the living world as I tried to think of a response Wally could seem to read me "what? What is it?" He asked "well... they are not here, at least..." I stopped from continuing "where are they?" He asked as I pointed up to let him know "oh, they're still alive" he said "I'm afraid so" I answered

It was until Rascal meowed at Wally getting his attention "what is it Rascal?" Wally asked my cat as Rascal meowed again "oh, no, we couldn't possibly" Wally said only to be cut off by Rascal's meow "oh, well, if you put it like that" Wally said

"What did he say?" I asked Wally

"Frank Frankly"

"Frank Frankly... are you there" Wally shouted as he took me through an ancient looking library with books and papers scattered everywhere "hello, is anyone home... hello?" Wally kept searching for Frank 'wait I know that name" I thought to myself before nearly tripping over a book. Seeing how messy the room was, I didn't want to step on any books or paper that might be important so I start to pick up a few and placed them on a stack when some crows start to fly past me making me close my eye for a second, when I opened them I saw another corpse with grey skin, black hair, purple suit, glasses, and his left arm and side rib cage had decayed.

"There you are!" Wally exclaimed cheerfully running to Frank "oh, my dear boy, there 'you' are" Frank said annoyed "I've brought my partner, Gold" Wally said happily showing me off to Frank who took a look at me shocked before spinning his head around really fast "WHAT!PARTNER!" He said before stopping his head with his hands before taking a closer look at me "and you're alive! how are you here?" He said as he grabbed my face to inspect it "this is remarkable!" He said as I looked at him 'wait now I remember' "um exhausted me Mr. Frank but is Frankly your surname by chance?" I questioned when he let go of my face "yes... it is, how did you know that?" He asked looking at me suspiciously "so you are Eddie's husband! Your Frank Dear!" I said excited "wait! My husband, how is he? is he okay!?" Frank said as he grabbed my shoulder a bit rough "um Frank be careful of them, they're fragile" Wally said worried "Eddie is alright, he's been with me whole life, he always told stories about you and him" I said as Frank hands loosen their grip letting me take them off my shoulders before gently holding them both in my hands "he would tell me how much you made him happy and how much he missed you, he loved you so much Mr. Dear" I said when Frank gave me a sad smile when I released his hands "thank you" he said before turning to Wally "now what do you need" he asked Wally

"We need to go up, upstairs? To visit the land of the living" Wally explained "land of the living? Oh, my dear boy" Frank said looking down pinching his nose "please Frank" Wally begged "now, why go up there, when people are dying to get down here" Frank said sarcastically "please Mr. Dear it would mean so much to us" I said making him soften a bit "I don't know, it's just not natural" he replied

"Please, Frank surely there must be something you can do" Wally begged again before Frank gave in "okay fine, let me see what I can do, where did I put that book? I left it somewhere" he began looking everywhere for a certain book "left it here somewhere" Frank started to through books around looking while me and Wally catched them and placed them on different bookshelf "oh! There's the one!" Frank held a large maroon book before coming back to us and started to search though it "ah there's the one, I have it, a Ukrainian haunting spell, just the thing for these quick trips" Frank explained "so glad you thought of this" Wally joyfully whispered as I nodded

"Now, then where were we?" Frank asked

"The Ukrainian haunting spell" Wally replied

"Ah, here we have it, ready?" Frank asked as we both nodded "just remember, when you want to come back say 'hopscotch'" he explained

"Hopscotch?" Wally asked

"Yes, and Gold" he looked at me "yes?" I asked "please call me Frank and tell Eddie... I love him too" he said giving me a smile as he cracked an egg on me taking us back into the living realm

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??? pov

I was working on one of my projects when Poppy came in "oh hello Poppy what brings you by?" I asked "oh dearie I have such news, Wally has finally gotten married" she said with excitement "really? Wally finally got married?" I was shocked no I have never really talked with the others only customers that come in but Poppy along with Sally have been my top costumers and close friends, letting me know all the gossip that's happening around so I know who Wally was and how he dies even if I've never met him "thats wonderful who are they?" I asked "you won't believe this but they're a breather!" She said shocking me "a breather!?, wow that's new" I said focusing on my project "yes dearie and looking at them reminded me of something" she said "what was it?" I asked trying to get the stitches straight "they wore what sounded like the wedding dress you made dearie" she exclaimed

I stood up straight 'my dress!?' "what did it look like?!" I said frantic but trying to stay calm "oh, it was white, light blue ribbon around the waist, it has sleeve with pearls on top along with the top part of the dress, they were beautiful" she said joyously I quickly turned to her to ask her something serious "did they have a white choker with ruffles and a blue gem?" I asked "but of course" she said as I realized what this meant 'no one knows about the chokers, no one knows except... damn it! those two of course they stoop that low!' I slapped my head "oh dearie are you alright" Poppy asked "yes... I am" I said trying to go back to my work "no you aren't dear, something is up in that head of yours" Poppy said as she walked closer to me "they're your younger sibling, the one you were forced to leave behind isn't it" Poppy placed her wing on my shoulder as I stopped working placing the needle down "where are they?" I asked wanting to reunite with them "from what Sally told me, the couple left to the living realm" Poppy said as we walked towards the shop's door "oh... hey Poppy" I said "yes dearie?" She said "please let me know if they come back please, I would love to see them again, more then anything" I said giving Poppy a hugs

"Of course... Jewel" with that she was gone

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Chapter 5

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[nothingwronghere]

Dresses

Elim was only a little confused when the Major and Doctor Bashir entered his tailor shop together. They rarely visited and he wondered what brought them here. He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Garak! We have a problem.” The doctor’s smile suggested that it wasn’t truly a problem. The Major’s sigh in answer was very interesting, though.

“How may I help you, my dear doctor?”

The Major looked around the shop with a frown while the doctor explained their ‘problem’. “You have probably heard that Jadzia is going to marry.” Elim had heard. Everybody had heard. “Well, the ceremony is going to be very Klingon style. But somehow, Jadzia is fascinated by the human tradition of bridesmaids. And as addition to the Klingon ceremony, she wants bridesmaids.”

The Major snorted quietly and mumbled something too low for Elim to understand.

Elim had no idea what bridesmaids were, but he supposed he didn’t need to know to understand the problem at hand. So he remained silent and waited for the doctor to continue.

“Bridesmaids usually wear dresses. And therefore Jadzia wants us to wear dresses.”

“She wants to torture us!” The Major interjected. “She knows we can’t refuse her because it is her wedding, and she does it to make us feel miserable!”

Dresses. That was what this was about. If the Major was right or not with her assumption didn’t matter to Elim, it wasn’t any of his business if Lieutenant Commander Dax wanted to make the Major feel miserable. “So far I don’t see a problem. You need dresses?”

The doctor looked at the Major, definitely less bothered than her by the peculiar wish of Lieutenant Commander Dax. “Yes, dresses. For Kira and me.”

An interesting concept from earth to have bridesmaids (whatever that meant) who needed to wear dresses. “What did Lieutenant Commander Dax specify regarding the dresses?”

Two set of eyes stared at Elim. He sighed. “Is it supposed to be a human style dress? How long should it be? Which colour? What fabricate? Flowing or tight fitting? Simple or eye-catching? Should it match the Klingon theme of the wedding?”

Two set of eyes blinked. Then the Major answered slowly: “She said something about light colours. Pastels. And not too revealing.”

“Actually, she said you are pretty and she wants to see you in a dress for once, just to find out if it makes you prettier. And she said light colours would complement your skin tone but that she doesn’t want to have you half naked on her wedding because that might make Worf uncomfortable.”

The Major raised her brows. “She said that to both of us, actually. She called you pretty all the same.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Grinning, the doctor turned back to Elim. “You see, we don’t have much restrictions. Or rather you don’t have. I guess Jadzia’s goal is to make us both prettier, I’m sure you can achieve that.”

Elim could totally do that. Lieutenant Commander Dax was right in her assessment with the light colours and with Worf’s discomfort. He’d take both into account. Not having any restrictions didn’t make this job any easier, but Elim would start simple. “Take a look around at the dresses I have. If you find one you like, put it on. It will probably not fit, but it will be a good start to find out what sort of dress suits you and what style you like.” He didn’t bother to ask them what kind of dress they preferred, Elim was sure neither of them had worn a dress fitting for a wedding during their lives.

The two rummaged through the shop. Elim let them explore on their own but kept an eye on them. He had an idea what kind of dress would suit them, a dress that would fit both and make them both prettier. Not that he cared about the Major being pretty but to be offered the chance to put the doctor into a dress made his fingers itch to start sewing.

The Major vanished into a changing cubicle first, the doctor followed. Elim knew that the dresses they had chosen were nice, but not fitting for them. He was right.

He repressed a smile, barely, when the Major left the cabin and stepped in front of a mirror. She looked like a cardassian vegetable. Which wasn’t flattering. At all. The doctor didn’t fare much better. The dress he had chosen was too narrow on the top and too wide around the hips and nothing Elim could do would make it better.

The two frowned at themselves, then at each other. They were hopeless.

He grabbed a dress for the Major. “Major, may I suggest you try this one?”

Still frowning, she looked at Elim, then at the dress. “The colour is hideous.”

“Well, colour is easily changed. If you please?” He held it out and after a second of hesitation, she took it.

Doctor Bashir watched the Major as she stepped into the changing cubicle. Then he turned towards Elim. Who ignored him while he pulled another dress from a rack in his shop. It was green, not the best colour for the doctor, but it had the right shape. “Technically it is not a dress, because it consists of three parts, but I’m sure Lieutenant Commander Dax won’t hold it against you should you wear this.”

The doctor went to change as well, but after a few minutes called. “Garak? I could use some help here. I’m really not sure how this is supposed to be worn. I can’t...” He trailed off and Elim entered the cubicle. He tried not to look at all the exposed skin (which took a lot of effort) but instead focussed on the dress. He tugged on the cloth until every part was where it was supposed to be, then he laced the corset.

“Julian?” The Major was obviously already finished, having achieved putting the dress on without help.

“Almost done. I guess. This isn’t easy, and if we take a dress like this one we’ll need help getting dressed.”

Elim left the changing cubicle and checked the Major out. The colour of the dress wasn’t too bad, now that she wore it. It almost fit her and she was pretty. She appeared to be less displeased than with the first dress. Of course, Garak had chosen this one and he had a good eye for style and the matching of a dress to a person.

She looked up, and her eyes widened as she saw the doctor leave the cubicle right behind Elim. “Oh wow, you are beautiful!”

Elim hadn’t really looked until now, but when he turned around, his breath caught. The Major was right, the doctor was amazingly beautiful. Stunning. The corset accentuated his slim figure, with a hint of a dip around his waist. The flair of the skirt was subtle, the shoulders were completely covered with almost no cleavage. The whole dress was relatively tight, except for the skirt that ended above his ankles, and the arms that flared a little wider towards the wrists.

Doctor Bashir appeared to be taller and slimmer, in an elegant way.

Staring at himself in the mirror, the doctor tugged on the corset and the sleeves. “Are you sure? It is very tight. I suppose it isn’t designed to be comfortable.”

Elim cleared his throat. “If I may offer my opinion, you are rather dashing in the dress. And I’m sure it will suit the Major equally well.” Then he stepped forward and tugged on the cloth. It wasn’t necessary, but he used it as excuse to touch the doctor. “I would make it a bit wider here, the skirt should be shorter but you’ll need appropriate shoos. I will fit the corset to your body, then it will be easier to breathe. Though it is supposed to be tight. It is a human custom to wear corsets, it was very in fashion several hundred years ago.”

“I am aware. But women were not supposed to move much while wearing them. They were only supposed to look pretty.” With another look in the mirror, the doctor smiled at Elim, who was standing right behind him. “I guess I won’t have to move around much during Jadzia’s wedding and it is a nice dress. Kira, you should try it on as well.”

Two seconds after the doctor had disappeared in the cubicle, he called Elim again. “Can you please undress me?”

Undress. Elim blinked at the closed curtain. Undress Doctor Bashir.

He had said it casually, meant it casually, but Elim’s mind jumped to very not casual thoughts. He cleared his throat and forced himself to step forward. “Of course, my dear.”

There was nothing casual about undressing the doctor. Elim’s fingers kept brushing against his skin, warm and soft and as soon as the laces were loose enough, the doctor took a deep breath which he released with a sigh. The sound fluttered through Elim’s body in a very not-casual way.

Since Elim had stopped moving, the doctor assumed he was finished and turned. The changing cubicle wasn’t very big and suddenly they stood almost chest against chest. The doctor half dressed, the corset already sliding from his waist.

The doctor’s breath caught when his eyes connected with Elim’s, their gazes colliding and holding. They stood, both frozen to the spot, staring, and Elim’s heart was racing. The doctor was too tempting and Elim leaned closer. Just a bit, towards the warmth he was emanating. But they were already standing too close and now, if he shifted just a tiny bit, he would be able to touch the doctor. Their whole upper bodies would be touching and from there it would be just another inch to steal a kiss. A brushing of lips, to find out how it would feel to kiss this pretty human being.

Elim’s mind shut down, the proximity of Doctor Bashir clouding his senses until he, he of all people, forgot where he was and what he had been doing. Well, not completely, there had been undressing a moment ago.

A very not-casual encounter.

The doctor blinked, breaking the eye contact for a split second, but that split second was enough for Elim to realize what he was about to do. He stumbled backwards out of the cubicle and as soon as he was out of it, couldn’t see the doctor anymore, he closed his eyes. He willed his body to calm down, willed his mind to focus on something, anything that wasn’t Doctor Bashir.

When he opened his eyes, he found the Major staring at him, eyebrows raised. “I think, since Garak will sew our dresses, it should be him who helps us dress for Jadzia’s wedding.”

Elim opened his mouth to object, but the doctor was faster. His head poked out of the cubicle. “A wonderful idea! He can make sure it is a perfect fit.”

Internally, Elim groaned but of course he didn’t show his distress. Instead he smiled. “I would be my pleasure.” It would, that wasn’t even a lie.

Everything about this encounter would be a pleasure. Making a dress for the doctor, seeing him in that dress and then helping him into and out of that dress. It would be a delight, though it would test Elim’s self-control. His fingers still tingled from where he had brushed against the doctor’s skin and his body was still thrumming from the closeness. His heart was beating heavily from the exhilarating feeling of being inches from kissing the doctor. And not once had the doctor moved away from Elim.

Elim was used to such tests of self-control, and though this one would be the toughest of them all, it would be all right. And definitely worth it.

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Silly Songs With Killian - a CS Modern AU One-shot

You can blame @sotangledupinit for this silly, but sweet, little story! She posted a prompt on Discord which caused my muse to jump to attention, and I wrote it in two days. If you're not familiar with the Veggie Tales videos, you'll still be able to enjoy this, but do yourself a favor and check out the songs on Spotify here. You don't have to be a kid to enjoy them and I guarantee they'll make you laugh!

Special thanks to Kit for making young Henry look even younger for the pic set, Mary for being my beta, and Krystal for being a second set of eyes for the Silly Songs lyrics and also for the pic set I created. It pays to have wonderful fandom friends!

Summary: After a frustrating and exhausting day, Emma Cassidy is relieved when her little boy, Henry, is entertained by a gorgeous musician at a restaurant, giving her a chance to sit back, relax, and enjoy the music (and the view!) It gets even better when the singer, Killian, sings some of Henry’s favorite Silly Songs from his favorite videos, Veggie Tales. 

Rating: T

Words: 3946

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

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It’s been one hell of a day. It wasn’t supposed to be this exhausting, but of course my ex, Neal, had to complicate things.

I was looking forward to going wedding dress shopping with my future sister-in-law Mary Margaret and her other bridesmaids, sipping champagne and giving my input on each of the possibilities. It was going to be so much fun.

And then...remember the saying that was popular many years ago - shit happens? Well, Neal can be used interchangeably with shit - they’re one and the same.

It was his scheduled weekend with our three-year-old, Henry, which was one reason why Mary Margaret chose this day. Then on Friday, almost an hour after Neal was supposed to pick Henry up at my apartment, he sent me a text: Something came up. Can’t make it this weekend. Tell Henry I’m sorry.

Apparently he turned off his phone after sending it, because he didn’t answer any of my increasingly volatile texts - eighteen of them, to be exact - or phone calls. I had to sit Henry in front of the television so I could go into my bedroom to leave some choice words on Neal’s voicemail.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for my sweet little boy) Henry is used to being let down by his father. In the eighteen months since we called it quits, Neal has skipped out on more weekend visits than he’s kept. I guess being a lying piece of shit takes up way too much of his time and he can’t spare any for his son.

Also unfortunately, all of the people who usually babysit for Henry were unable to watch him. Most of them were included in the shopping trip, my brother David was busy because he was painting the living room of the house he and his fiancée just bought, and Ruby’s Granny was off bowhunting with her new beau. (Bowhunting with her beau has been a running joke ever since she left a week ago.)

So instead of enjoying a carefree day of shopping with Mary Margaret, Belle, Ruby and Elsa, I had to keep an active, inquisitive toddler entertained in one bridal shop after another. We were all relieved when he finally fell asleep in the third shop, until the manager woke him up by screeching about how he was going to drool on the green velvet upholstery. That cost her any business she might have had from us (though in all honesty, her gowns were all hideous and looked like something only the Wicked Witch of the West might wear.)

Eventually, Mary Margaret said ‘yes to the dress’ in the fifth shop late in the afternoon, then we all decided to get an early dinner at a nearby restaurant that serves kids’ meals and has outdoor seating. If Henry has to spend one more minute inside today, I think he might have a complete meltdown.

After placing my order and getting Henry situated with the provided coloring sheet and obligatory four crayons, I hear someone speaking into a microphone and look over to see a guy standing on a small stage with a guitar. A very, VERY attractive guy.

“Good evening, everyone,” he says, and my jaw drops at the sound of his British accent. “My name is Killian and I hope you enjoy the music tonight. I do take requests. Feel free to sing along or dance in this nice, open area in front of me.”

“Oh, wow!” Belle gasps. “He’s very handsome, isn’t he, Emma?”

My jaw snaps shut and I turn to look at her. Seeing her sly smile, I teasingly say, “Why are you asking me? We all have eyes, you know.”

“Yes, but we all have significant others, too,” Ruby adds, which is completely unnecessary but, sadly, also completely true.

While my self pity begins to set in, the guy - Killian - strums his guitar and launches into the Eagles classic “Take it Easy”. Henry, who by this point has scribbled all over the coloring sheet, somehow managed to break his crayon into at least four pieces and, judging by the color of his teeth, took a bite of it as well, looks up with bright eyes. Since I allowed him to kneel on a chair instead of trying to strap him into a booster seat, he takes advantage of it and hops down.

Before I can chase after him, he makes a beeline for the open space in front of the admittedly gorgeous singer and begins jumping around in what passes for a three-year-old’s version of dancing. I sigh and start to get up, but Mary Margaret stops me with a hand on my arm. “Let him go. He’s been very good all day and deserves to burn off some energy. Besides, he’s only a few feet away and we can see him clearly from here.”

It doesn’t take much convincing for me to heed her advice. If someone else can entertain Henry for a while, I’m not going to complain.

When the song comes to an end, Killian acknowledges the smattering of applause and plays the extremely recognizable first chords of “All Right Now”. Henry doesn’t miss a beat, throwing himself around like a rag doll while all of us at our table, as well as most of the other diners, laugh delightedly at his exuberance.

By the time Killian is in the middle of his third song, “Old Time Rock and Roll”, our food arrives and I face the dreaded task of dragging my son back to the table to eat. I nibble at my fish and chips until the song ends, then dash to the makeshift dance floor to cajole Henry. When he shows the expected resistance, Killian chuckles and helpfully says, “Go with your mum, lad. I’ll play a slow song that’s not as much fun for dancing.”

True to his word, he croons the song “Everything I Do, I Do It For You” as Henry acquiesces and comes back to his seat to shove French fries into his mouth as fast as possible. It might not be a good song for Henry’s style of dancing, but Killian’s smooth voice singing the beautiful lyrics is sending pleasant chills down my spine.

Another song with a slow tempo follows, during which my little man polishes off his fries. But when Killian starts “Footloose”, all bets are off and Henry is back on the dance floor with a chicken nugget squeezed into both of his chubby fists.

After we finish our meals, Belle, Ruby and Elsa leave to spend the rest of the evening with their boyfriends. Mary Margaret lingers, telling me she’ll stay to keep me company, because she’d rather not have to help David clean up his painting mess. We don’t want to take up a table, so we move to some empty seats along the edge of the patio from where we can still see my little dancing king.

“You’d think his battery would run down soon,” Mary Margaret comments.

“Are you serious? That kid is like the Energizer bunny, plus he’s been cooped up in stuffy dress shops all day. My money is on the singer wearing out before Henry.”

She’s uncharacteristically quiet for several minutes. When she finally speaks, she says quietly, “He really is very handsome and seems like a nice guy.”

Her statement is out of left field and I’m confused. “Who?”

“The singer - Killian,” she clarifies.

I narrow my eyes at her. “What’s your point?”

“No point. I was just making a comment,” she shrugs, all innocence.

I don’t believe her. Mary Margaret is the queen of set-ups and wears the crown proudly. She introduced Belle to Will, Ruby to Jefferson and Elsa, well, she introduced Elsa to Victor, but that didn’t work out very well. Elsa met Graham on her own.

“I’m not looking for someone to date, Mary Margaret. I’m still dealing with my idiot ex and trying to concentrate on raising my son not to follow in his father’s footsteps.”

“I understand, but…”

And it’s at this point I resign myself to the fact she’s going to spout some argument that’s going to weaken my resolve not to date.

“If Henry had a really good male role model in his life, it would help you in raising him to be a gentleman.”

“Seems to me David does a pretty good job of that, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I know,” she sighs, “but between working, getting the house ready and planning the wedding, his time with Henry is very limited.”

“The house will be ready before you get married and the wedding is in less than five months. After the honeymoon, he’ll have more time.”

“Oh, but then we’ll have children of our own, and you know how much time that takes.”

“Is this your way of telling me you’re pregnant, Mary Margaret?”

‘’What?” she gasps. “No! I’m just saying…”

“I know what you’re saying and I hear you. If the right guy comes along, I wouldn’t be opposed to dating him, but I’m not gonna try to force something to happen.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a date for the wedding, though?” she presses.

“Henry will be my date. He’ll be very dapper in his little tux.”

“But…”

“No buts, Mary Margaret. I don’t want to be set up with someone just so I don’t look pathetic at your wedding.”

We both fall silent as we watch Henry continue to dance in front of the bemused musician. Glancing at the time on my phone, I realize he’s been at it for well over an hour and isn’t showing any signs of slowing down. It’s beginning to get dark and I know I’ll have to wrangle him into the car before too much longer for his bath and bedtime.

I feel a little sorry for Killian, though. Nobody else has taken him up on his offer to dance, despite his repeated invitations. In fact, most of the diners aren’t paying attention to him at all. I hate to take his number one fan home, especially when I’m able to sit back and relax while listening to some seriously good music.

“I’m going to take a little break and then I’ll be back,” Killian announces, lifting the guitar strap over his head.

“Well, I guess that’s my cue to take Henry home,” I say to Mary Margaret.

“I suppose so,” she agrees. “Let me say goodbye to him and then I have to be on my way, too. According to his text, David is anxious for me to see how the living room turned out.”

We both stand up and move toward the stage, but I stop in my tracks. Killian is squatting down in front of Henry, listening to him with a huge smile on his face. I don’t know what Henry is saying, and I’m not sure Killian will be able to understand it anyway. Henry has an extensive vocabulary for a three-year-old, but I listen to him with ‘mom ears’, which means I can actually decipher what he’s trying to say.

When we reach them, Killian looks up at us and whatever I was going to say flies right out of my head. From a distance, the man is handsome. Close up, he’s nothing short of breathtaking. Carefully trimmed scruff covers a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, his cheekbones would put every male model to shame, and his dark hair is swept back from his forehead with a few rogue strands hanging down enticingly. Even his slightly pointed ears are adorable.

But it’s his eyes that shut down the functioning part of my brain. To say they are blue is like saying the sun is a tad bit warm, and the way the waning light catches them makes them shine like sapphires. I’m aware that my mouth is hanging open like a fish on dry land, but I can’t seem to make it form actual words.

“Hello, Killian. We’ve been thoroughly enjoying your music tonight, even if we haven’t been showing it as much as this little guy.”

Thank God for the natural chattiness of Mary Margaret.

Killian reaches out to ruffle Henry’s sweaty hair, then stands up. “I’m very happy to hear that,” he says in that beautiful, lilting accent. “I was just telling young Henry here that I’ll play some special songs for him after the break.”

I finally find my tongue. “Oh, but I was coming to tell Henry it’s time to go home.”

My little con artist turns his baby browns on me. “Please, Mommy. I be a good boy, I pwomise.”

That’s just great. Now if I take him home, I’ll have to forfeit my Mom of the Year award.

Mary Margaret laughs. “Well, Henry and Emma may be able to stay, but I really have to go.”

Why did she emphasize my name so much? As if I don’t already know.

She hugs Henry and me, tells Killian goodbye, and winks at me as she passes by. Even without trying to set me up, she’s setting me up.

I look back at Killian, who finishes chugging a bottle of water and grins at me. Reaching out to take my hand, he shakes it and says, “It’s nice to meet you, Emma, and little Henry.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Killian. Thanks for entertaining my son tonight.”

“It’s been my pleasure. I love how uninhibited kids are, and how joyful.”

“Well, his day certainly didn’t start out joyfully at all.” I shouldn’t have said it, but I’m still boiling about what Neal did to his own son, especially when this stranger seems so happy to spend time with him.

“No?” Killian questions. “May I ask what happened?”

I glance down at Henry, not wanting to bash his no-good father in front of him. He’s happily lining up little stones he collected along the edge of the patio, oblivious to the conversation going on above him.

“He was supposed to be with his dad this weekend, but he canceled. Again. So Henry was stuck shopping for wedding dresses with us all day.”

“I see.” He ponders for a second. “Would that wedding dress be for the lovely lass who just left…or someone else?”

“Yeah, it’s for Mary Margaret. She’s engaged to my brother.”

“I’m very glad I was able to make Henry’s day better, because his dancing did the same for me.” We watch Henry play, babbling to himself. “He seems like a happy little lad,” Killian observes.

“I do my best, but as a single mom, I make a lot of mistakes.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Love. All parents make mistakes. It’s a good thing kids have perfect aunts and uncles,” he says with a smirk.

“So, are you an imperfect father or a perfect uncle?” Am I really flirting with him right now?

“I have two nieces, so that would make me the latter.”

“Do you get to see them very often?”

“Aye, they live just a few miles from me, so I spoil them as often as possible. They’re my brother Liam’s girls.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re originally from the U.S., if you don’t mind me saying.”

He chuckles again, rubbing his finger behind his right ear. “We were born in England and lived there until I was fourteen, then my father took a job here so we moved across the pond.”

“That explains the accent.”

He nods and checks his watch, blowing out a breath. “I should probably get back to my set. Will you allow young Henry to stay for a few more songs?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Sure. What’s another fifteen minutes in the grand scheme of things?”

A genuine smile splits his face. “Excellent! I think he’ll particularly like the next three or four songs I play.” He looks around and grabs a nearby chair from an empty table, setting it down beside me. “Won’t you please have a seat, Emma?”

“Such a gentleman,” I say, sinking onto the offered chair.

“Oh, I’m always a gentleman.”

Somehow I don’t mind him flirting with me.

He steps back on the stage, slips his guitar into place, and positions himself in front of the microphone. After giving me a wink, he announces in an overly accented, squeaky voice, “And now it’s time for Silly Songs with Killian. The part of the show where Killian comes out and sings…a silly song.”

I burst out laughing at the very familiar words. Henry is addicted to Veggie Tales, the wacky shows featuring talking fruits and vegetables. I love them because they teach good moral values; he loves them because they’re hilarious. His favorite part of every video is Silly Songs with Larry the Cucumber, which we watch over and over and over again. Apparently he conveyed this obsession to Killian.

Killian closes his eyes, somberly strums his guitar, and sings, “Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where, oh wherrrrrrrre…is my hairbrush?”

Henry is jumping up and down like a kangaroo on a pogo stick, shouting, “Mommy! Mommy! It’s the Lawwy song! Keeyin is singin’ the Lawwy song!”

Wiping tears of laughter from my eyes, I look around at the half-dozen people at the tables, who are looking at the musician like he’s lost his damn mind. Bunch of sticks in the mud. Lighten up.

But Killian isn’t bothered by their response, or lack thereof. He smoothly transitions to another of Henry’s favorite silly songs. “Oh, everybody’s got a water buffalo. Yours is fast, but mine is slow. Oh, where’d we get them, I don’t know. But everybody’s got a water buffalo, oooooo.”

Henry is beside himself with excitement. He’s running around in a circle, waving his arms in the air in his best impression of a rabid chimpanzee.

Killian moves on to sing a few lines of “I Love My Lips” (I can’t help thinking I’m quite fond of them, too), followed by “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything”.

By this time, the diners have relaxed, laughing and clapping along with the crazy tunes. Meanwhile, my son has finally worn himself out, collapsing in a small heap in front of the stage, looking up at Killian adoringly.

“...and we’ve never been to Boston in the falllllll,” Killian concludes with a flourish and takes a deep, dramatic bow.

I dig into my purse and pull out a twenty dollar bill. I always try to watch my budget, but I’ll skip getting a chocolate caramel latte for a few days to compensate. It’s worth it for what Killian did for Henry tonight.

Walking up to the stage, I drop the bill into the tip jar, smiling up at the singer. He’s between songs, so I say, “Thank you so much, Killian. You’re my hero for entertaining Henry tonight. It was great and he loved it, didn’t you, kid?”

Henry jumps to his feet. “I weally did, Keeyin! I love Lawwy songs!”

“What do you tell him?” I prompt.

“Thank you, Keeyin,” he says obediently.

“You’re very welcome, lad. I play here again in three weeks. Perhaps you can stop in and see me again?” He’s talking to Henry, but he’s looking at me.

“Can we, Mommy?” Henry pleads.

I know we probably can’t. This restaurant is all the way across the city from where we live, plus it’s pretty expensive. Mary Margaret footed the bill today, but twelve bucks for a kid’s meal is a little steep and I won’t pay it. I don’t want to say any of this though, because my tired son is walking a thin line between lingering happiness and an emotional collapse. So I use the parental standard, “We’ll see.”

Taking Henry’s hand, I say, “Thanks, again, Killian. Have a good evening.”

Something that looks like slight panic flashes through those gorgeous eyes of his and he speaks into the microphone, “I’ll be back in five, folks.” He slides his guitar around to his back and steps off the stage, placing himself directly in front of me. “Emma, if I may be so bold, and if you’re not already dating someone, would you consider going out with me?”

“Wh-what?” Apparently, getting asked out by the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on renders me a bit stupid.

He lightly wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls me further toward the side of the patio for some privacy. “Even though we just met, I would really like to get to know you better.”

“But…but you don’t even know my last name.”

“What is it?”

“Cassidy.”

“Mine is Jones, so now we know each other a little better already.”

I stare at him, trying to think of a single reason why I should say no to him. “I…we…um…Henry and I, we…uh…we come as a packaged set.” That’s the way, Emma. Use your kid to try to scare him off. And you did it so gracefully, too.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m really quite fond of your son. That’s not a deal breaker,” he states firmly. He still hasn’t let go of my wrist and now he’s rubbing his thumb over it. I find I don’t mind at all.

“I…”

“Mommy, potty!” Henry announces.

Oh, geez. Killian has to get back to his set and Henry has to pee. I’m running out of time.

Dropping Henry’s hand, I rummage through my purse, trying to find a pen. “Got a piece of paper?” I ask, mid-rummage.

Killian dashes to his guitar case and pulls out a piece of sheet music, returning with it just as I locate the elusive pen. He plants his foot on a chair and slaps the paper down on his knee so I can scribble my number on it.

When I finish, I lift Henry into my arms and take off to find a bathroom. Before disappearing inside the restaurant, I glance back at Killian. He’s still standing where I left him, a broad smile on his face as he grips the paper in his hand. Raising my free hand, I give him a little wave and he returns it.

After I’ve had time to think about it, I might regret giving him my number. Right now I just have to keep my kid from peeing down the front of my dress.

*********

A year ago, Killian Jones was my hero for giving me a chance to relax while he entertained my son. Five months later, he was once again my hero by being my date to Mary Margaret and David’s wedding. Today, he’s still my hero because he’s continuously proving that not all men are incomparable asses.

On the contrary, he’s everything I dreamed a man should be, once upon a time. Killian Jones is talented, intelligent, funny, considerate, masculine, caring, loving, passionate, and a great conversationalist, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous (if I didn’t mention that, it would be a crime.) He’s the total package and I’m head-over-heels in love with him.

Oh, and he’s a fantastic role model for my little boy. I usually hate to admit when Mary Margaret is right, but in this case, she was unequivocally correct. He and Henry absolutely adore each other and it makes my heart so happy. They do everything together - read books, play Star Wars with lightsabers, build block towers, climb trees, ride bikes, you name it.

And Henry loves singing silly songs with his soon-to-be stepfather. What more could a mother want for her son? Except, perhaps, a sibling.

Killian and I are working on that…and thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

*********

Thank you for reading. I hope it brightened your day!

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Lando wedding dress shopping with max and Charles Drabble?

this is from a while ago when I asked for little drabble ideas :) you can always send me more, it might just take me a while to answer them!

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They hadn’t meant for it to be such a huge ordeal. They had just walked by the store, and Max had said „Oh, this one is pretty!“ and Charles had said „You should try it on!“ and Lando had said „No!“, and now he was standing there, arms out, covered in ivory colored, rhinestone-covered silk.

„It’s very princess-like,“ the sale assistant went on, „Very luxurious. The silk is imported from Italy, and the stones are genuine Swarovski crystals-“

Charles, who had his head cocked critically, interrupted her. „Could you get us a belt or something? I don’t like how the waistline looks.“

The assistant’s face soured ever so slightly. „Of course, one moment.“

The second she was gone, Max asked, „How do you feel in this?“

„I feel like a creme puff!“ Lando burst out. He knew he sounded whiney, but he couldn’t help it. Just being in this much fabric was overwhelming.

„Bursting with Carlos’ creme,“ Charles smirked. Lando rolled his eyes at him. „Ha-ha.“

„It looked much nicer in the window,“ Max admitted, sounding disappointed.

„It’s the-,“ Charles was interrupted by his phone starting to vibrate. „Ah! Nico!“ He took the FaceTime call, immediately pointing the camera at Lando. „What do you think of this? In your professional opinion.“

Lando awkwardly waved at the camera with an un-enthusiastic „Hi Nico…“

„Absolutely not,“ Nico’s tinny voice immediately sounded from the phone’s speaker, „Terrible. Get it off now. You need something way more sleek, you look like a four year old’s birthday cake!“

„I hate it,“ Lando admitted, „But I have no idea what I want!“

„Clearly not this,“ Charles said, walking around Lando to show Nico the back of the dress.

„Are those Swarovski crystals?“ Nico sounded genuinely offended.

„…I don’t think they’re that awful,“ Max mumbled, crossing his arms.

„It’s hideous,“ Nico said.

The assistant chose that exact moment to come back with an equally sparkly belt, her face souring even more. „Ah, is that the bride’s mother on the phone?“

Charles managed to terminate the call right before Nico started using offensive language.

„You know what,“ he told the assistant, pointedly dropping his phone into his purse, „I don’t think this is what we are looking for. Thank you so much for your time though.“

Lando couldn’t wait to get out of this mountain of fabric.

Once they were out of the shop, he felt like he could breathe again. „That was terrible.“

„I really didn’t think it was that bad!“ Max argued.

„It could have looked cute on someone else,“ Charles agreed, looping his arm through Max’s comfortingly, „Someone with more curves, maybe.“

„Yeah…,“ Lando said slowly, finally picking up on why Max was so disappointed, „…it just didn’t feel very me.“

„Hmm, yeah,“ Max agreed, a little more satisfied now.

Charles’ phone kept going off in his purse nonstop. He fished it out, looking at the screen with his nose scrunched up.

„Nico is demanding you come by his atelier,“ he told Lando, „He has four different designs done already.“

Lando inhaled deeply. „…can we get ice cream first? I need sugar to prepare myself for that.“