#and yet because she was raised a bit pampered she feels the guilt and the desire to fix things. that she needs to do this

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Both Marnie and Leon have been put on a pedastal at a young age, and are expected to do great things for the place they call home and the people there, thus resulting them masking themselves- Leon with his Champion Leon persona, and Marnie not being able to express her emotions, despite feeling strongly, and yet she still feels like she needs to smile. In this essay I will- ( gets dragged away)

[jarofstyles]

Dirty Business II - Espresso

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, cheating, daddy kink

word count: 13k

Harry knew Y/N knew she was wearing down on him. Caroline has come in once more and Y/N has brought him his coffee and scone, it hadn’t been pretty. Y/N, to her credit, just gave a smile and said she knew what he liked and walked away. Caroline didn’t appreciate that and again accused him of doing shit with her. He told her she didn’t have to worry. He did feel a bit of guilt for kissing Y/N, but at the end of the day? It was going to happen and he knew he was going to. It wasn’t an excuse.... except, maybe it was. He thought about that damn kiss over and over again. It was heavenly. He wished for it again, wanted to taste her mouth and even further— but couldn't. 

Since then, she has been bothering him to break up with Caroline. Something he was going to do but... maybe after Paris. She was right. He needed someone to take care of Oliver if Niall couldn’t. When he went back to his office, Y/N followed. Standing behind his desk, his arms crossed and he looked at her with a raised brow. 

“Is this your doing?”

“What? You think I’d orchestrate this? You flatter me.” Y/N chuckled, walking over to stand in front of his desk. “Believe it or not, it was my father’s idea. Even down to me coming along. I have to give it to him. Said he didn’t trust anyone else with the job.” It was all true. Harry was going to be the next face of the company, he wanted new investors to trust that this company had a long and bright future. Y/N coming along was really for the show aspect, he knew his daughter was beautiful and would help schmooze anyone who wasn’t completely onboard if Harry didn’t already succeed. The two of them would turn up their charm and do the job well. “But yes, make sure you send that information over tonight.... I’ll text you a list of what to pack for the events, I’ll cover the suits and shirts, don’t worry.” Y/N smiled, already excited at seeing him in some nice higher quality pieces. He needed to look the part. Not that he didn’t already, but she wanted to pamper him.

“Jesus... okay. Fine.” He sighed, rubbing between his brows. God damn it. How was he going to survive this type of thing? When she would be in such close quarters that it would be impossible to escape? He was fucked. “Y/N, no funny business. Okay?” He opened his eyes to look at her. She looked like she was scheming. “I mean it, Y/N. Nothing is going to happen. We will be friendly, but nothing like what you’ve got running around in that mind.” He was trying to be serious but, he knew internally this may be his downfall. “Don’t look at me like that. I mean it.” She rolled her eyes. It wasn’t fair that she had such an influence over his body and his heart. It sucked because he had grown to actually like her. When she wasn’t having the bratty rich girl persona on, she was lovely to talk to.

Y/N raised her brows at him, he really thought that his statements were going to work this time. That this time she’d listen and really hold back, keep things professional when she didn’t have to. 

“You mean it huh?” She asked and moved from her place to walk so she was standing behind the desk with him. “If that’s what you have to do... what you have to say so that you feel guilt free, then fine.” Y/N spoke, using her hands to smooth over the lapels of his blazer. “Just going to go to Paris, take care of business and have fun. What’s so wrong about that? Loosen up.” She mumbled, leaning forward to press a few kisses down his jaw. When he let out a frustrated groan she pulled away, “You’re only making things harder for yourself by denying me, Harry, you know I’m never going to give up right?” Y/N looked up at him with mischievous eyes. “But you keep telling me what you need to feel better... it’s okay, but you don’t have to make it this hard for yourself.” She just wanted to kiss him again, so she was tired but of course was denied.

He placed his finger on her lips. The kisses on the jaw were enough to fuck with him. He hadn’t fucked Caroline for weeks now, the last time being after he kissed Y/N. He had to think about her to get hard, went especially hard because he was so frustrated and wished he was buried in her instead. Since then, he felt gross and stuck with his hand. It’s been a few weeks now and it was definitely hard. The finger thing backfired though, Y/N’s eyes lighting up and her hand grabbing his wrist, finger being sucked into her mouth. And it was hot. So fucking hot. Feeling her slick tongue run over and the suction of her mouth, he felt stuck.

Y/N smirked for herself, keeping eye contact as her mouth sucked at his finger. He really shouldn’t have done that, but he did. Harry had let her show him just how badly she’d wanted him yet again. She pulled off his finger and licked up the base of it before pulling him back into her mouth for a few more moments. She wanted to drive him crazy. Once he seemed to pull away she pouted, licking over her lips and giving him a small shy smile. 

“I want you.” She whispered quietly, “so bad..” The girl was whining, desperate for him but she’d never beg. She wasn’t one to beg, no, he’d have to give in. Y/N wasn’t going to leave until he told her to, which she assumed would be now. She’d just occupy the rest of her time planning their Parisian itinerary, packing, getting ready for their big trip. They had about three days till they left, three days for him to get his shit together and accept that he couldn’t deny her during this trip, absolutely not.

He cleared his throat, pulling his fingers away from her. Why had he let her do that? A bit of misstep. He wasn’t confident in this trip. She scared him. Y/N was dangerous for him and yet, he continued to allow her to get her way. 

“Christ.... just— go make some reservations to whatever you want to do in Paris. I’ve never been there, so I don’t mind doing whatever.” He muttered, walking towards the window to look out over the city. He knew in his deep gut that Y/N was wearing him down thin. She worked so hard and even told him she wasn’t giving up. So why did he want to fight so hard again? Oh right. His job. If she was this determined to get him... what would she do if he pissed her off? He was nervous over that and while he knew internally she wouldn’t ruin his life like that, the possibility still lingered.

“Have a good night, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hummed, making her way out of his office and back to grab her things in her father’s before heading out for the day. She would get cozy at home, book everything she needed to before their trip and relax with a bottle of wine. She was very excited. 

The next three days, Y/N has spent booking things. Their itinerary was set, booked in tables for restaurants, booked private tours for all the major attractions, and made some time in the schedule for them to explore all her favorite little corners of the city. Even the night life. She was so excited, mostly because she was going to spend time with Harry, but also that she would be alone in one of her favorite cities with Harry. She spent the last day getting her hair, nails, facial, and waxing done. Regular maintenance before any trip. She wanted to feel perfect to her standard. Y/N had sent over someone to tailor the suits she’d ordered for him in the office during the week, which were then delivered to his house with matching shirts and ties. Everything was packed and ready to go, the only thing left was to get on the plane.

It was a private plane. Y/N’s father owned a few but this one was apparently one of the best. He had arrived before Y/N, kind of shell shocked at just how his life was turning out. Never had he thought he’d be on a private plane to Paris. 

Harry decided that since it was a business trip that he should wear one of the suits Y/N picked out for him. He had taken off the jacket and hung up before he opened up his laptop. There was still work he wanted to do and he knew that Y/N would be distracting him. When she did arrive, he wasn’t surprised to see her looking as gorgeous as ever. She always did. He wanted to see her with no makeup though. Hair normal. No fancy outfits. Just... relaxed. That would be rather nice. She made a beeline for him, giving an actually rather nice hug. 

“Good evening.” He said, a bit surprised at her behavior. He thought perhaps she would sit in the chair across from him, but she lifted his laptop and let herself into the seat next to him.

There was no shame anymore. None. She was doing what her father said and taking what she wanted.

“Good evening.” Y/N smiled happily at him, “Are you excited?” She asked having her entire rich girl persona leave her in these moments. She didn’t have to act for anyone here, didn’t have to impress anyone here, that’s the only reason she even put on the act anyway. To impress people. Here, it was just her and Harry on a plane to France. Y/N had known the crew for years and she had befriended them all. Maybe Harry would be surprised, seeing her treat them as if they were friends rather than employees. Now that she had gotten time alone with him, she felt free to do and say as she pleased. Their only requirement on this trip was to go to these events and meetings but other than that? Absolutely nothing. Y/N would be getting to spend way more time with him that she’d had in the three weeks that she’s known him and that made her very excited. She could show him that she could be fun, that she was actually very laid back and affectionate. She was hoping he’d really get to know her. She buckled up in her seat, looking over at him to see him working on his laptop. Y/N would let him do his work, knowing at some point he’d get bored and have to talk to her. She was doing the same on her phone, sending emails and texts to whoever she needed.

He was pleasantly surprised. Normally when they were out in public, she had a certain tone to her voice. She had this... rich and squeaky voice, but alone, and apparently here, she was normal and sweet. It was odd to be around her like this, but it was nice. Again, it made it harder for him to keep her away. His heart turned to mush with her sweet behavior. She was relaxed and he could tell she liked being next to him. He knew that he had been a bit harsher with her lately but the girl didn’t give it a rest. He could feel her eyes on him after he heard her lock her phone. It lasted 5 minutes before he sighed, looking at her. 

“Have I got something’ on my face?” He asked. It was more a tease because she had been staring for a bit and didn’t have any shame in being caught. Y/N smiled at his comment, leaning in to kiss his cheek. 

“Mm, now you do.” She hummed, letting her hand move to gently rub off the lip stick she’d transferred on to his face. She was so fond of him, couldn’t stop herself from staring and talking to him. He just proved to be the most attractive man she’s ever met and she stood by that. From his voice, to the way he walked, to his stare. He was powerful and smart and everyone in the room knew it when he walked in. He is and will be extremely successful in the business and Y/N knew that all too well. She wanted him for herself because he deserved a wife like her, who was going to devote her time to worshiping him. Not some girl who would rely on him financially. She looked over at one of the flight attendants as she told Harry to put his laptop away for take off, offering the two something to drink at their request. 

“Wine?” Y/N raised her brow at him, “I stopped by the bakery on the way here too, got your favorite.”

His face softened. She always went out of her way to give him things. She learned things and didn’t forget. Y/N was sweet and he was so conflicted because it was so hard to keep his resolve when she showed how genuinely sweet the girl could be. 

“Wow... thanks. I’m good on the wine but, you didn’t have to.” She really didn’t have to but the fact she did made him happy. It meant a lot to him. He squeezed her hand as a thanks. Y/N seemed to appreciate that. “How did you even remember what my favorite things are? I didn’t even mention half of them more than once or even at all and you just get them for me?” He knew she must have been really observant, or a hacker.

“You’re very welcome.” She hummed, telling the flight attendant to make some coffee instead, looking back at Harry when he squeezed her hand. As a form of comfort, she began rubbing her thumb over his hand while the plane began to take off. “Dunno just... when you like someone, you just remember things.” Y/N shrugged, knowing she’s always been that way. “At least... I make an effort too, I don’t know.” She hoped that he didn’t find it weird, mostly because she herself wanted to be treated that way. She wished someone loved her the way she loved people. Once they were in the air the flight attendant brought their coffees, croissants and scones. 

“Help yourselves too! I definitely won’t be able to finish them all.” Y/N smiled back to them, watching as Harry went to reach for one of the scones. She was pleased knowing she’d done a good job.

“That was really kind of you.” He murmured when she sat back down next to him. “I haven’t been in this type of business world too long but I know a lot of people don’t do that stuff so you probably made their whole day.” He was impressed. It just made it more difficult to ignore her charm and allure. It was going to be hard this trip. Half of him was ready to give up now. Let her kiss him and have a romantic time in Paris. Y/N would be a good lover, he thinks. She was thoughtful and sweet and she could fucking kiss. He sat and watched her interact with the staff, her eyes always coming back to him. He was trying to be less obvious that he was looking at her but it was difficult not to. She was airy and bright like this. Much better than how she acted at the office or in the city. Was this the real her?

“I’ve known them a long time, they’re practically family to.” Y/N spoke, looking between him and the staff. Was it shocking to him that she could treat people well? Of course her father was ruthless, but she? She had a heart. It was a huge reason she would never really get into the business. That didn’t mean she could be ruthless because lord knows she could be. She had noticed Harry looking at her, giving him a smile whenever she did catch him. Of course she had been looking at him too, she really liked him. God, did she like him. Y/N has spent hours researching things he talked about, things he liked, just hoping she could get to know a little bit more of his mind. She just wanted him for herself, wanted that devotion. 

Y/N did eventually feel herself falling asleep, getting tired while listening to him type away at his computer. She didn’t really say much, simply rested her head on his shoulder and nuzzled against him. She’d been dreaming about doing this for weeks now and it was truly meeting up to her every expectation.

Harry told himself it would be a dick to move her. Realistically, he felt good when she decided to nuzzle against him. The fact she felt safe, even when he had been so distant and kind of cold to her, she didn’t stop. He wondered if this is how it would be if they were in a relationship. Would this be the side he sees? Sleepy Y/N with soft lips, resting against his body? The trust she had in him already to keep her safe was so astonishing He stared at her while she slept. When slight turbulence hit, he gently comforted her back to sleep when she whined. He already thought about her all the time. He wanted to know more of her likes but he had tried so hard to block it out. Maybe it would be fun, this trip.

They landed in Paris rather quickly, Y/N being thrilled at that. She thanked the crew for their work and told them to enjoy their week in France, making her way off of the plane down to the car that was there to meet them. Y/N could tell that Harry wasn’t used to this luxurious way of living but she was hoping he’d get more comfortable with it when being around her. 

“I think you’re going to love it here.” Y/N smiled, “the hotel is lovely as well. I’m so excited!” She giggled, taking hold of his hand again just because she wanted to be touching him. The drive into the city didn’t take too long, Y/N making herself familiar with the surroundings once again. The Ritz Carleton was marvelous, absolutely stunning. The decor on the inside made it look straight out of a royal palace and it’s why Y/N loved staying there so much. She liked feeling like a princess. Of course, her father had booked them a suite, to bed one bath. The room with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower and a terrace.

Harry felt like he was In some kind of storybook. There was no way this was real... right? He was in awe. Stepping into the hotel, he also felt severely out of place. Sure, Y/N has bought him designer shit but inside? He still wore primary tee shirts at home. 

“Well... shit.” He muttered, the doorman bringing their bags to each room. He told them to give Y/N the master bedroom and he would take the smaller of them both. It wasn’t like it mattered. They were both huge. “This place is like... one of those fake storybook places. I never knew hotels like this existed.” He muttered. On the kitchenette table— was 3 gift baskets, with fruit, one with wine and cheese, and the other with luxury soaps. He was indeed shocked at how much they went out of their way to spoil guests. How much was this place a night?

“Yeah? It’s part of the reason why I love coming here so much... it’s.. magical.” Y/N smiled, quickly going to take his hand and bring him to the terrace so he could see the view. She giggled a bit at his amusement. “That’s how you know you’re in Paris.” She cooed, “I’ll give you a moment... I’m going to go change.” With that, she was off to her bedroom, quickly taking her suitcase and unpacking everything into the closet as she usually did for a trip like this. She pulled out her pajamas, just a T—shirt and some cotton panties, and her toiletries, heading off to the bathroom to get all comfy cozy. Of course, she was a little nervous, seeing as Harry had never seen her not dolled up. She was confident in how she looked, but just a bit more shy about it. After an extensive skin care routine, Y/N had walked back into her room and put her clothes away, grabbed her phone and walked out into the living room area. “You hungry? room service here is delicious... and you didn’t eat lunch so we are pigging out.” She told him and finally looked up from her phone to find where in the room he was.

Harry has changed too, considering It was definitely too tiring to go out. He had put on sweatpants and a tee shirt that said ‘eat your honey’ with a little bee on it. His reading glasses to the side, he sat in the living area. Looking out, you could see lots of things. The buildings, the tower, the fireplace and TV. It was unreal. He had sent photos to his mum and sister as well as niall, which had all three of them freaking out over how incredible it was. He wasn’t expecting Y/N to come out with a fresh face though. He thinks that may be the moment he was fucked. Seeing her natural, bare, dressed down? His heart did a little thing. She was beautiful. Like— really fucking beautiful. Without makeup, without it all, she was stunning even more. He thought she looked good most of the time but now especially, he was in a bit of shock. How? He truly couldn’t get over it. 

“Uh... yeah? That's fine with me.” He blinked a few times and waited for her to come over with the menu. She sat close, heat from her body leaking into his as she leaned against him. First sign of weakness was that he didn’t read just— just felt her. He wasn’t sure she had shorts on underneath the large shirt. He didn’t want to know, actually.

Naturally, Y/N blushed when she noticed the look at Harry’s face. She didn’t want to know what he was thinking, surely he wouldn’t say anything if he thought she looked bad. Lord knows her exes had told her man times that she looked ill without makeup on. It was then that she started wearing makeup everyday. She wanted to feel close to Harry, happy that he didn’t shift when she leaned into him this time. 

“What are you in the mood for? If you want, we can get two mains to split and a few appetizers?” She explained, knowing this menu by heart. French cooking at it’s finest? She couldn’t wait to dig in. They had decided on what they wanted and Y/N went to order, in French of course. She ordered their dishes and a few bottles of wine, as well as some dessert. Harry would be eating like a king tonight, she would make sure of it. “Alright, should be here in about 25 minutes.” Y/N came to sit next to him, again moving so she was real close. She liked seeing him all dressed down, he looked very comfortable and it made her feel really domestic despite being in a place like this. “How are you feeling?”

He was rather enthused by watching her. She was interesting and he was kind of seeing her in a new light. She was polite to workers and kind to strangers, even with her prissy voice on. It seemed that out of New York, she felt happy. At home more around him than when they were actually at home. 

“I’m okay. Probably gonna be a bit jet lagged but I’m excited to be here. S’beautiful.” And so was she. He couldn’t stop thinking and this was bad for him. He needed to relax. Calm himself down. Realize that it’s okay, it’s just Y/N and he shouldn’t... however that part of his brain was being squished little by little. “How about you? You seem excited.” She did. She was happy and he was wondering if part of it had to do with him being there with her. Or if maybe Paris is just her favorite place. He liked it quite a bit already. Y/N moved to push a few hairs away from his eyes, giving him a soft sweet smile. 

“Good...” She cooed, nodding her head. “Yeah, I’m... I’m really excited.” She didn’t want to be too obvious about it but he had read her quite well. It was clear that she thrived when she was on her own, when the expectations of her family weren’t on her. She was a powerful woman, everyone knew that, but she was sweet. She meant well. “Guess I just.. I like being away from everyone.” Y/N explained, “my parents and all the people I know in New York.” She wasn’t sure if it would make sense to him but she’d try her best to paint the picture for him. “Can be my own person here, don’t have to think about what I’m doing or breathing even... but it’s also nice just being here with you..” Y/N admitted, chuckling at the look on his face. “What? Are you really that surprised?” She really wasn’t sure how he didn’t get it yet. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you for you to believe me.” Y/N let her hand find its place in the curls on the back of his neck. “‘m not going to beg for you Harry, I don’t beg.” She told him, “people only ever get one chance with me... but you just... I actually like you, and you’re the one thing I can’t have.”

“Why?” He had to ask. It didn’t make much sense at all that she was so into him out of all people. Granted, he was flattered. Of course he was. But he just didn’t get it. “Why do you want me so badly? I just don’t understand the interest. You’re of a higher class, you’re beautiful, you’re educated. I went on a scholarship to Oxford, I wear primark— your worlds h&m or whatever, I eat McDonald’s and take away all the time and I live in a small apartment.” He furrowed his brow. “Why am I such a want for you? I don’t understand. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to pass any judgement in to you or anything but it’s just... hard to wrap my head around the fact that you’re so set on having me when there’s so many other men that could give you a much more comfortable life.”

It broke her heart to hear him talk like that. Not only did he think that she wouldn’t want him because of their different classes, but because he thought he couldn’t offer her the life that she wanted. As if he’d know that a comfortable life came with its own set of struggles, ones that people didn’t see as justifiable. Everyone thinks money can buy happiness. 

“Harry, I’d give up my whole life just to be happy and cared about.” She said softly, again seeing the look of confusion on his face. “Look, I get it. I’m this spoiled bratty little girl who has never had to work a day in her life. Yes I have everything I could ever want, could ever need— except for the one thing that money could never buy.” She looked away from him and began toying with the hem of her shirt. Y/N hated showing weakness but if it meant that he could understand where she was coming from she’d do anything. Including showing her hand a bit. “And I see someone like you.. someone who has ambition, who is stable and who shows so much potential both in his career and everywhere else. Someone who’s kind and someone who... who doesn’t particularly care who I am or what I have or what I can offer.... someone who is a genuinely good guy, not some hot shot who thinks because he can buy me an island I now bow down to him.” Y/N finally looked up at him. “Just want to know what it’s like to actually have someone care about you..”

“I’m.... i’m sorry.” He said after a few moments of silence. “That I assumed things of you, of what you want. That wasn’t fair of me.” He did feel guilty. What he saw was a girl who just wanted someone to care about her. Actually. Someone who would give her attention that wasn’t for money. The same way she must have been showing her affection with the gifts and things. He felt badly now for acting annoyed. “I really understand that. I can’t imagine how it is to grow up in that sort of environment. I’m lucky because my family was and is still close but... I do care about you, Y/N. More than I should. I’m sorry that I’ve been so hard on you.” He gently took her small hand and squeezed it. “I loved all your gifts. They aren’t necessary, but you put a lot of thought into them and every one, I’ve used. I have the tee shirt in my bag, that you got me. I don't want you to think that I didn’t like them.” He felt terribly guilty now that he could see some truth. At first he thought maybe she wanted him because he was new and interesting but she hadn’t lost interest.

“It’s okay... I sort of expected it, but I’m glad you let me explain.” Y/N offered a small smile as he squeezed her hand. “Cause I know I can be that girl... and I am to some extent, but at the end of the day that isn’t who I want to be and I want you to know that.” She wouldn’t be that bitchy girl her whole life, especially if she was dating Harry. Sure, she’d be that way around work and around places she knew people would be, but around him? Around his family and friends? She’d be the real her. “You did?” Her eyes lit up at the idea of it. She was really glad he had enjoyed her gifts, the records, the shirts, the candles, all of it. Y/N felt her stomach get all fuzzy, “I’m really glad you like them... I really just got stuff that made me think of you. There’s a bunch of stuff I’d like to get you, those suits being some of them.” She smiled brightly, “you looked really nice today by the way...” Y/N was really just a soft girl. Once she was comfortable and someone they really got to know her, she just wanted to love and be loved. She could go on for hours just listening to him talk about his life and his cat and all that good stuff. She just wanted a friend that was genuine, luckily Harry happened to be extremely attractive as well.

“I figured you’d pick out good ones. You have a good boutique so, I do trust you in fashion.” He smiled lightly. Y/N has gotten a good amount of things for him to wear here and he was just letting her dress him because in all honesty, he didn’t know the best thing to wear with what. Suits were easy but she hadn’t only gotten him suits. Shirts and pants and all that. “It must be hard to get up every day and put on and put together an outfit and match your makeup and all that. M’lucky with a suit. It’s easy to put on, but you manage to always look put together. It must be a bit exhausting.” Not that it wasn’t worth it but he was hoping to see more of the light makeup. None. “I like the no makeup thing. You’ve got long eyelashes though. My sister got extensions on them and she loves them— did you get those?” He was trying to show his interest because he still did feel badly. He had equal interest but had been hiding it every day and Y/N was being honest and open.

“Thank you... but no, it’s actually really fun.” Y/N felt herself smile at the thought of it actually. “The whole process of getting ready, from picking out the outfit to doing the makeup. It’s really fun. When I have nowhere to go on the weekends, I’ll stay in just like this and lounge all day.” She admitted, raising her brow as he went on to tell her about how he liked her with no makeup on. That was something she never thought she’d hear. Here she was sitting there all nervous because she would think he’d think of her differently now that he could see every freckle and dark circle on her face. Her face must have been beet red. “Don’t have to lie...” She chuckled, “But thank you... I didn’t really like the extensions cause I rub my eyes too much when I don’t wear makeup and they’d always fall off.” She explained, “I either like how I look with lots of makeup or with none at all... it's an internal thing.... but I’ve had too many exes tell me they think I look sick without makeup on, so it just always in the back of my head.” Y/N really had been through it in the past. She wasn’t one to wear it on her sleeve but she’d been cheated on and abused and manipulated so many times. It definitely had lasting effects on her. “I really do appreciate your compliments... I do. It’s hard for me to accept them but it means a lot to me.”

“The hell? They’re full of shit. I can admit I’ve seen some people who look like they could use some of that face stuff but you? No way in hell.” He scoffed. Exes. He wondered about those. What type of man did she date before? He was curious to know what happened in those relationships and why she thought he was lying about what he was saying. He wasn’t. “M’not lying. Your exes are pieces of shit if they genuinely told you that, and awful liars. You’re welcome though.” He shrugged. The food got there quickly after he said that, and was wheeled into the table area. He stood up and was astounded at just how much food there was. “This all looks really damn good.” He muttered to her. “Are those macrons?” 

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It was safe to say Y/N had a lot of thinking to do in bed today. She’d opened up a lot more than she had expected to Harry and now he knew a lot, enough to understand her more than he did and now things were noticeably different. Sure, he was still a little hesitant, but he seemed a lot more open to her kind gestures and her remarks, of course her kisses were still denied. Harry really was as calm and charming as she thought he was. He opened up a little bit more about the things they liked and they bonded over music. They both shared a love for Fleetwood Mac, the zombies, and other oldies that she felt many guys liked just to say they liked it. They had a similar sense of humor as well which helped, but of course it sucked because he technically still had a girlfriend. She wasn’t sure if he was going to break up with her or not, but surely their chemistry was undeniable. Y/N wouldn’t rest until he was hers, she didn’t care what he said, she’d have him by the end of this trip if not earlier. 

When she woke up in the morning, she went to the bathroom to freshen up, slipping on a robe for warmth and smiling when she noticed Harry sitting outside on the terrace with breakfast. It seemed like something out of a romance movie. 

“Bonjour..”

“Bonjour.” He greeted back. He wanted her to walk over and straddle his lap. Give him kisses and open up the robe so he could see underneath and touch and kiss on it. Maybe even slip out of his pants and have her sitting on him, make love to her on the balcony. He snapped out of it as her chair made a noise and she sat down. 

“I remembered your eggs Benedict and the mimosa. I also got the stuffed strawberry toast because you like strawberries a lot.” He cleared his throat. He was going to return the thoughtfulness she had shown him. She was so lovely and thought of things that would make him smile and now he was going to do the same and make her feel cared for. Even if it wasn’t necessarily romantically. His little mind dream before had been a clue though. He needed to break up with Caroline for real. He shouldn’t have daydreams of another woman on him, let alone the term making love come to his mind.

Y/N smiled brightly as she took a seat, admiring all the food before her. He really did this for her? Did he really go out of his way to make sure he ordered things she liked because he wanted to make it up to her? Y/N could jump him right now if he’d let her. 

“Harry... thank you.” She felt really warm inside. “This is really sweet.” Y/N got all blushy again and went to dig into her meal. “Did you get some sleep?” She hoped that the jet lag wasn’t too bad for him. Y/N was used to traveling so her body clock was all over the place. She slept when she was tired. “We have the day off so... we can get dressed and go out in the city and explore. I can take you to some of my favorite places.” 

It was a Sunday morning in Paris, the two could do absolutely anything they’d wanted. She decided they’d go for a walk down Champs Élysées, see the arch de triumph and end the night around the Eiffel Tower. They could take their time getting ready and going out, they didn’t have a schedule today so they were free to do as they pleased.

“Yeah, I did actually. I think the plane tired me out enough.” He had slept a good 4, 5 hours so he felt good enough. He woke up earlier than normal however he didn’t mind. He talked to his mum and ordered them a good breakfast. “We can do that, yeah. I’ve never been so, it’s a bit exciting.” He wasn’t nervous, oddly enough. It would be the both of them alone in a city but he was more excited. Y/N would know the good spots to hang around and that was exciting to him. Especially because she was truly excited to show him around. “Where were you thinking of going?” He questioned. He was hoping for a few shops so he could get his mother and sister something. Gemma had been to Paris once on a school trip but his mother had never. He was the first in his family to make decent money.

“Mm, well, I was thinking we could go walk in the area towards Champs Élysées... do some shopping? Get some food... just some exploring really. I’m saving all the actual touristy bits for later in the week. I’m sure the louvre is packed right now.” Y/N was glad to hear he got some rest, he looked really good. He sounded even better. She liked how deep his voice was usually, but it was particularly deep in the morning. She had no doubt that Harry would fall in love with Paris. All the little shops and boutiques, all the cute places to get coffee and sandwiches. She truly was over the moon about being here with him. Y/N took her time eating her breakfast, going through her emails on her phone for a bit before deciding it was time to get ready. “I’ll meet you in here when I’m ready.” Y/N cooed, “thank you again for ordering for me..” She smiled making her way to the bathroom to get herself all fresh and ready. He said he liked the way she looked with no makeup so she decided to leave her skin dewy and fresh, adding some winged eyeliner and mascara while doing the classic French thing of putting on a red lip. 

“Are you ready to go?”

Harry pulled on some silky soft shirt Y/N had gotten him. It was baby blue but he decided to not button it all the way, and a pair of skinny jeans with his worn boots. It was comfortable and he wanted it to be that way. It was warm so he decided to forgo the jacket, instead tucking his wallet and phone into his front pocket. He knew pickpockets were a thing so he wasn’t changing it in the back. The makeup she wore looked very good. Classic. Just... more natural except for the red lip but it brought out how beautiful they were. Soft as fuck, too. He remembered how good they felt. It was getting more and more difficult to keep himself in check. “Yes. You look lovely. I like that makeup.” He complimented, making sure he tucked a room key into his wallet as well.

“Thank you. That shirt looks really good on you.” She wasn’t used to all the compliments from him, but god was she thriving off of them. Y/N visibly brightened up at his words and smiled. She was eyeing him up properly. She could eat him up. All she wanted to do was lick right up his chest but that would be a bit much for the hour of the day it was. Maybe later. “We’re actually close by so we don’t have to take a car.” Y/N hummed, clicking the button on the elevator and waiting for it to arrive. She decided against heels today seeing as they’d be walking around and instead went for boots. It made Harry a bit taller instead of eye level with her, making her feel rather feminine. 

The two of them looked good together, it was quite obvious by the way that people looked at them as they walked by. It made Y/N feel all giddy inside to think that these people all thought they were together. Of course, that’s all she’d ever wanted. It was beautiful out. Harry couldn’t believe he was actually in Paris, walking around, staying in a 5 star hotel with the prettiest woman he had ever met. It felt unreal. Like it was all coming full circle and he was in awe. 

“Wow... it's so gorgeous out here.” He whispered to her as they walked towards wherever she was taking them first. He trusted her to show him a good time. If anything, he knew she would provide good company. “How many times have you been here?” He asked, gently grabbing her hand when she tripped slightly on a cracked brick. “Oop. Gotta watch. You’re a lot shorter without those heels on, but it’s a good thing you aren’t wearing them on the street.” He smiled.

“I reckon I’m better talking in them than I am in normal shoes now.” Y/N chuckled, allowing herself to slot her fingers with his. If he was already holding her hand, she didn’t want to let it go. “I wanna say... in the teens if not twenties now?” She had been to Paris many times. “I do the whole fashion thing and so does my mom so Paris is quite essential.” She loved it. It was a place where she could escape, a place where she could express herself and was always welcomed by people. Y/N led him inside a vintage store her friend owned, knowing Harry loved those types of things this was exactly where he was meant to be. 

“Y/N! si agréable de te voir.” Y/N! so nice to see you her friend Jacqueline cooed as she saw her. 

“Chéri, c'est bon d'être bacm.” Darling, it’s good to be back. It was then that Jacqueline noticed Harry, smiling at him and at Y/N. 

“C'est ton copain? c'est un si bel homme.” Is this your boyfriend? He’s so handsome She asked, to which Y/N nodded in agreement. 

He might as well be her boyfriend, Harry thought with a smirk. Y/N didn’t know he spoke pretty good French. But obviously, he felt... okay. He should call it out and tell her that he wasn’t her boyfriend, but he liked hearing that. The pride on her face when she said it too... it did strike him. She would be that proud to be with him? He walked around and found a few cool vintage tee shirts. Older bands and French tee shirts from the 80’s which he found fascinating. All of it was incredibly cool. An old pair of sunglasses as well, he picked up and fell in love with. They weren’t special, not at all, but something about them felt good. 

“Find anything?” She was sorting through the dresses and he could see some things on her arm. It felt oddly normal and domestic, the both of them shopping together. He was trying to relax and let the feeling soak into him that perhaps this was good. Maybe this was just what he needed to experience to see that maybe he could give it a shot. Of course this was Y/N’s ultimate fantasy, shopping in Paris with her hopefully soon to be boyfriend. She loved knowing he was around, that if she turned the corner he would be there and she could go up to him and lean up on him and kiss his shoulder or whatever she wanted. It made her feel all giddy inside. “Hmm?” She turned her head as he came up behind her, Y/N smiled at him and saw he had picked up a few things. “I really like the color of this..” She showed him the set, “I’ll have to do some sowing but... I’ll make it work. And I really like this.” She said, holding up the vintage corset that her friend had held in the back for her knowing she’d like it. “How about you?” Y/N asked, nodding at the things he had seemed to pick up. She thought the shirts were cute, the sunglasses even better. “Love that.” She smiled up at him, liking the dream boat shirt. “You definitely are a dream boat.”

Her compliments meant a lot to him. He knew that she meant them wholeheartedly. It felt good to be on here with her and comparing things they were picking up. Truly, it felt like a whole other level. He liked it a bit too much. 

“Thanks.” He laughed, placing the things back on his arm. He was done but he followed behind Y/N as she looked through the final few racks before they made their way to check out. He took out his wallet and paid, letting Y/N go after because she was talking to the owner. He could hear her talking about him again. How he was handsome and where she had found him.

It was nice to have someone be proud of being with him, even if they technically weren’t. He was feeling a bit of guilt for feeling this when he was technically still with Caroline but Y/N was just next level. Different. Something no one else could be. Y/N took Harry’s hand as they left the store, taking his hand comfortably again. 

“It’s cute in there, yeah? Got lots of little vintage shops all around here... but if you’re thinking about the nice stuff...” Y/N led him to turn left, the Champs Élysées. “The biggest shopping street in the entire world.” She said with a small smirk. There were hundreds of designers, hundreds of regular stores, brand names, boutiques. You name it. Y/N knew they’d definitely find something here for his sister and mum and Y/N absolutely wanted to help in any way she could. The women in his life deserved to be pampered and spoiled, especially his mother for raising a son like him.

“Hm. I’m not sure I’m at the pay grade to normally shop at any of those.” He admitted. He made good money, yes. But a splurge on clothes every week or spending ten grand on something yet wasn’t something he could fathom. He knew that he was getting a raise soon and potentially another promotion but it was still hard. Living in New York wasn’t cheap and a quarter of his paycheck went to rent, then some to bills and food and the rest he saved. He wanted to buy a home one day. “I’m happy to come in with you though.” He wasn’t against looking. “Maybe get one or two things but I’m not going crazy. I don’t care if you do, though.” He didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t shop. He wanted her to enjoy herself and he hoped that she would get whatever she wanted, if that’s what she chose.

“You are on vacation though, can spoil yourself a little bit.” She hummed, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles as she pulled him into the Gucci store. Lots of things here reminded her of him, particularly the rings. She knew he wore lots of them and well, she felt like he needed a few proper ones. A few hundred dollars for a ring? Wasn’t too bad at all. She could buy him a couple if he wanted, Y/N waited to see where he went first before she made any choices. Maybe he’d go there on his own? She looked around the store but ultimately she did love their jewelry and handbags. So, she decided she really wanted to get this blue velvet and floral embroidered bag, looking at the rings in the case to see if she spotted anything she liked for herself and for Harry.

Harry hummed as he looked around, though he was certainly keeping an eye on Y/N. He felt a protectiveness over her growing. Making sure she was okay, happy where she was. She was glowing now that she seemed to be in her prime. Fashion really was right for her. He approached as she looked at the ring case, looking over her shoulder. A hand was placed on her back as he leaned over. 

“Which are we looking at?” He murmured, a bit close to her ear. He wanted to see but also... kind of wanted to see what her reaction would be with him being this close. The rings were cool. Eccentric. He loved them, actually. There was one with a lion holding a gem between its teeth, another just really flashy ruby one he liked so much. He wasn’t sure which one Y/N would like for sure but the pearl looking one and the band with flowers looked like it would be her type. He was happy to feel Y/N melt into his touch, her breath hitching at his hot breath so close to her ear. 

“I like a few... that one in particular.” Y/N pointed to the one with the flowers on the band. “Excuse me, could I see this in a size 16? Thank you.” She watched as he went to get it out for her. “And, the lion for him, please.” Y/N didn’t know what size he was in rings but she would surely find out now. “It reminds me of you..” She mumbled, trying on the ring for herself and nodded and decided to get it. There were a few more rings she had asked for him to try on deciding she’d get him the two he liked best. She didn’t care what he said, he was going to get those rings regardless. “What are you thinking?” Y/N cooed, desperately wanting to kiss on him at that moment. She could see he clearly liked the lion and the one with the ruby, “I’ll get them for you.” Y/N didn’t wait for him to answer, she just told the man helping them that she wanted those three rings and the bag. She cupped Harry’s cheeks in her hands, “just let me do this for you? Please?” She whispered, wishing she could kiss his nose but the red lipstick was really holding her back from that.

He felt his breathing catch. He was going to tell her no, that it was fine but she had to go and grab his face with her warm hands and lean up to look up at him. He felt her little thumb rub over his cheekbone and he could have sworn right there that she was a witch. She was enchanting. Tempting. Every nerve in his body felt sensitive just looking at her. His eyes scanned her face, feeling warmth in his tummy going up to his chest. How? She was putting spells on him and he felt the want for her rising as the day went on but she was so sweet. So giving to him. 

“Y/N... are you sure?” In other days he might have removed her hands but didn’t. He liked how they felt. She responded well to his crowding of her, and liked to be close to him for sure. He was becomming whipped as fuck.Y/N noticed how he softened right then and there, smiling gently at him.

“Yes. I’m positive. You deserve some more rings on your fingers, to add depth to your handshake.... and other things.” Y/N smirked, already thinking about him spanking her ass with his ring clad hand. She would lose her mind like that. She moved her hands down to his chest and eventually let go, very happy to be treating him to something nice. He certainly deserved it. They were having such a nice day, Y/N had forgotten all about her family back home and all about the fact that he had a girlfriend. The only thing on her mind was him. 

This could very well be their future, traveling around together and shopping and exploring. Spending time together with no worries. All he had to do was be hers. The company would be in his hands, it would likely be in his hands even if she wasn’t involved. 

Once they’d wrapped up at the Gucci store, Y/N felt like they were on a whole new level. With each passing moment she felt closer to him, each store they stepped in a new level up. By the time they got back to the hotel room, stuffed from dinner, she still didn’t want to leave his side. 

It didn’t take much convincing, after they both changed she called him into the living room to drink some wine and snack on the fruit and cheese the hotel had left for them. Harry was feeling like he was going to lose it. He didn’t know how he had been able to stay away but now that he was actually in close quarters with her, experiencing her sweetness and her touches and there were no expectations? He could find himself a bit mad. How was he going to stop? He wasn’t. See— he realized when they’d gotten back that he was being an idiot. Though he was nervous about his job, Y/N wasn’t the type to do that for vengeance. He would never cheat on her. He was so into her. Sexually, personality, emotionally. She had her fist on his heart. She wouldn’t be hurt by him and there was no way to predict the future. 

He had changed, coming into the little kitchenette to grab the wine Y/N had poured. However, he could see her from behind, reaching up into an ornate cabinet above the counter and a flash of lace under the big tee shirt seemed to make his brain short circuit. That was it. He had it. 

Fuck it all.

He approached from behind, pressing himself against her. His hand grabbed the glass but he didn’t move, taking a deep breath as he grabbed the counter. 

“You... know what you’re going to me.” He muttered into her ear. She had gasped when he had come closer but especially now, she seemed spooked at how he had grabbed her. Hands going for her waist.

Y/N has backed off significantly today. She wanted to see how the two of them would work when she wasn’t being super pushy and when he actually let go a little bit and provided that banter. She couldn’t have been happier with the result, she felt a lot closer to Harry, felt like she knew him a lot better and of course he now knew her for who she really was. What she wasn’t expecting was this. She wasn’t sure what she did this time but it clearly seemed to get under his skin. 

“Wasn’t...” She breathed out, leaning back into him a little bit and even more when she felt his hands on her waist. She turned her head so they were nearly touching lips and looked up at his eyes to see what was going on. His pupils were dilated behind belief and seeing him like that sent tingles throughout her body. She turned so she was facing him, hand moving up his chest. “What’s gotten you so worked up?” She asked, genuinely curious because lord knows she tried every trick in the book and it never worked before.

“You weren’t flirting. You weren’t touching me and I... fucking missed it.” He kept her backed into the counter so she couldn’t escape— even though he had a feeling she wouldn’t want to. He was going crazy. “I wanted it so fucking bad. I wanted you to kiss on me and touch me and I wanted you to say cute and dirty shit... fuck, it’s so bad because I shouldn’t, but you’re always there in my head and you’re never leaving.” He hissed, feeling himself getting worked up. “Can’t get hard without thinking about you— you know what I had to do, Y/N? I had to imagine you to get off when fucking my girlfriend. The only reason I even tried to fuck was to try and forget you and I couldn’t.” He could see she was shocked by that. “Flounce around in your pretty little outfits and are so sweet to me? Getting me gifts and noticing shit about me and it’s just... amazing. You’re so... amazing and it makes me insane.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “This is what you wanted? Isn’t it? Wanted me to go crazy over you?” He spoke against her skin, biting down a little bit.

Was Y/N dreaming? A few days ago he was doing his hardest to get her to stay away from him, convincing his girlfriend nothing was going on between them, and now here he was pressing her against the counter. Her eyes were blown wide, listening to him intently and watching his stare grow more and more intense. Y/N was already pooling I’m her panties just having him be so dominant, but him saying he couldn’t get hard unless he was thinking about her made her knees buckle. Her poor man, she’d be more than willing to help him. All she wanted was to treat him like a king. Just as she went to speak he started kissing at her neck, her head falling back to give him more space. 

“F—fuck, Harry..” She breathed, nails digging into the skin of his arm. “Should have just listened to me then.” Y/N remarked, “you could have had me bent over your desk everyday for weeks... was ready for you and you made me wait— you drove me crazy.”

“Maybe I should have.” He muttered. “I’ve been going out of my mind trying to be a nice guy. Trying to worry about other shit but you’d come flouncing in and lean over the desk with these tits out with a scone in hand.” He groaned. “Two weaknesses already, and you knew it.” He had been fucked after that kiss. Now he had gone and given in and it felt good to be telling her that he was going mad. Mad for her. He needed this. Needed her. “I’ve needed you, Y/N. Been so stubborn in not letting myself have you but you’re so perfect, baby. So, so perfect. I can tell that other men have treated you like shit and I can’t... fathom hurting you.” Another kiss to her neck before he went closer to her jaw. “I should have listened to you but I need to have you. I’ve been insane. I need it so badly.” His hand came up and collared her throat. Harry took a breath before he pulled her hair back from her face. “What can we do, hm? Can I make love to you, precious? Or do you want to fuck?” He didn’t care which one. He just knew he needed to have her. Soft or rough, he was a mess.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, eyes fluttering shut at his words. She was floating, she swore it. She had full on dreams about this, about him caving in and finally giving into her and she was starting to think he’d never come around. A whimper left her as he collared her throat, lips parting to answer him. 

“Fuck— please, touch me... all over, want you everywhere, please.” She was begging, something she never did, but she really wanted this. Y/N wanted a passionate fuck, wanted to feel him deep, wanted to know what it was like to be loved up on by him. “Make love to me, Harry, please—“ 

Things started moving a lot quicker then. The wine was forgotten about, Y/N didn’t even realize Harry  had picked her up until suddenly they were moving into his bedroom. Her hand cupped his cheek, leaning in to finally kiss him the way she had been wanting to. He didn’t reject her this time, didn’t shove a finger in her mouth, he let her kiss him like she was searching for her last breath. Harry didn’t know where his mouth started and hers began but he knew he was loving it. She was perfect. Literal perfection for him. She was beautiful and witty, smart and driven, smelled so good and tasted sweet. He was a goner but this especially, solidified it all. His hand grabbed at her shirt to pull it over her head, needy to get to more skin. His mouth immediately began to kiss all over her; laying her down in her bed and pressing her into it as he finally found himself at her tits.

“So beautiful, baby. So perfect.” He nearly moaned as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, suckling a bit to get her worked up. It was satisfying his own needs and wants but Y/N was just as happy to have him doing this. His own shirt was tossed down to the ground and he could feel her clawing after her shoulders but he didn’t care.

“Harry...” She breathed out, a moan following shortly after. It felt amazing. To finally have him like this, it was overwhelming. Y/N’s whole body was reacting to every little touch, cheeks and chest already flushed with arousal. She had imagined this many times, not just having sex with Harry but having sex with a good man. Nothing turned a woman on more than feeling appreciated and properly loved on and that’s exactly what he was doing. She was unwinding with every kiss and suckle, “feels so good...” She whimpered, knowing he hadn’t even done anything yet. “I want you so bad— Harry.” The girl was already a mess, clawing at his shoulders and tugging at his hair. Once they got going she surely wouldn’t be able to stop. She’d be on his cock like crazy, he’d be begging her to stop, Y/N would worship this man.

“Gonna have me, baby. Don’t worry.” He wasn’t worried. Y/N was going to be writhing one pleasure. He didn’t have much patience for foreplay— that would be later. He had been holding this back for weeks now and needed to be inside of her pussy more than anything. “M’so sorry, baby. I’ll lick you out later I just... need to be inside of you so badly. So bad.” He promised, shoving his pants down off the bed as he settled between her thighs, rubbing the tip through her slit. “Fuck... so messy. Got so wet for me, baby. Can’t believe it.” He was shocked and pleased by it, his cock sliding through the folds easily. She was a mess still, breathing heavily as she whined. He wasn’t going to tease her too much though, because he couldn’t stand it either. His cock slid in and that was when he knew he never wanted another pussy again. Because in his 28 years, he had never felt something as tight, as wet, as hot as her cunt wrapped around him. Slowly sinking in, he let his mouth hover over hers. Both of them were nearly speechless with relief, her hands gripping him tight. When he got a bit deeper, he knew he had to be stretching. “M’sorry baby... know it hurts a little.” He whispered when she whined, squirming a bit. “Almost all the way. Gonna go slow right now. Your pussy’s so small.” He rubbed his nose against hers before kissing her again.

The second she felt his hard cock slide against her she knew she was gone for him. Y/N was a whining mess just from feeling how big he was, she knew she’d feel him for days after. It had been a while since she’s had anyone touch her like this and lord knows he’s the biggest she’d ever had. Y/N couldn’t even bring herself to speak, it was that good. Feeling herself stretch around him, feeling how well he was hitting all the right spots. She felt all floaty all over again. 

“O—Okay daddy—“

Everyone knew Y/N had daddy issues, she had mommy issues as well, so a daddy kink was expected. She hadn’t expected to bust it out so quickly with Harry but he felt so warm and nurturing, felt like she could trust him with her body and her heart. He emulated the word fully in her mind. Harry’s body shuddered, both at the name she said and the tightness. He was going to take care of her. He could see she was vulnerable and open with him, trusting him with everything. Her body, her heart, everything. He would take care of it. Of her. 

“Gonna break up with her for good.” He whispered into her ear. “Cause I need you. I need you so much, Y/N.” He couldn’t say love yet. This was still growing but he could see it heading that route if they were going to continue. Each thrust was heavenly. Once he had gotten all the way in, he was thrusting deep and slow. Getting to places he was sure no one else had, based off of her gasps and moans and how she would shake when he got particularly deep. “You’re so good. So beautiful, Y/N. Feel so fucking good around me.” He purred, hands holding the pillows above them as he got what he needed. “Been a temptress. Should have taken it when you offered first... but now, M’gonna keep taking it. You want me?”

Y/N has never felt like this before. He really meant it when he said he’d make love to her. He slipped so effortlessly inside of her and told her how beautiful she was, how he was going to break up with his girlfriend, how he needed her. The girl had never felt so appreciated in her life. She was used to rough dirty sex, was used to being called a whore and a slut, the sweetest name she’d been called during sex was baby. This? This felt so real and genuine. He was calling her by her name. Between that and the incredible angles he was hitting? Y/N felt like there was nothing better. Tears began to prick at her eyes, her stomach tightening as her orgasm approached.

“I want you so bad, daddy! I—I need you. Please— don’t ever stop!” Y/N was pleading, moaning loudly at the overwhelming pleasure he was causing her. It was true when they said sex was mostly a psychological thing. It was all about the headspace and how someone made you feel. Anyone could do those actions, but it’s the intent. It’s about the bond.

“Don’t wanna stop, baby. Promise.” He was kissing her cheeks as a few tears  slipped down her cheek. It was emotional. For sure they’d been tiptoeing for weeks now— he has anyways, and there was an obvious mutual attraction and he had been so nervous over it. Now that he was getting to have her the way they’ve both needed after, it was a huge relief. “My beautiful girl... feel so good. Never had anything like this before.” He whispered, keeping the pace slower and deep, her legs wrapped around his waist and getting him as deep as possible. It was truly a passionate affair and he knew that he was lucky to have this. To have her. Always her. “Gonna be mine, sweet girl? Be daddy’s girl?” He was speaking deep and low, knowing it was getting to her just as it was getting to him. “Be my baby? I want to keep you.” He promised. “Want you to be mine and this pussy, this mouth, every bit.” He nipped her bottom lip lovingly.

“Yeah, mhm, yeah..” Her moans were extremely erotic. “Yours— I’m yours, daddy, I’m all yours.” Y/N has no problem giving her all to him. She’d spent so long pining over him, getting to know him and flirting with him, hoping that he would see just how good they could be. For weeks she’d just wanted a smile from him, even maybe a hug. This? This was more than she could have asked for. She didn’t expect this when her father told her about this trip. At most she thought they’d be having hot needy primal sex, not deep passionate and emotional sex. It was incredible, definitely something she’d never experienced before. “I’m so close— I’m gonna cum for you, please let me cum for you daddy. Wanna make a mess all over your cock!” Y/N could feel herself getting closer to the edge, every thrust he gave pushing her even closer. Looking into his eyes was even more erotic, his eyes blown. Of course she wanted to keep kissing him but she wanted to be looking at him when she came.

“Yeah.. want you to. M’so close, angel. Gonna cum in you, yeah? Gonna make a mess inside of you and you’re gonna be mine. All mine.” He promised, going a little harder, a little faster. He could see what thrusts and angles drove her crazy. What she liked. Sure, sex was going to be hot and crazy later but Y/N deserves someone to make love to her and make her feel appreciated and cared for. Things Harry felt towards her. “Please cum for me, angel.” He cooed, smoothing hair out of her face as he got closer, his own cock twitching in need.

Y/N kept her eyes on him as she came, her voice getting caught in her throat. She has never felt so good before, the waves of pleasure spread through her and ultimately when it all settled down she wasn’t left feeling drained. Harry has made her feel so incredibly cared for, it felt like he loved her, but she knew that it could only get better. 

“Cum for me, daddy... make me feel so good, I wanna feel you fill me.” Y/N was speaking in a soft and gentle tone, combing through his hair and kissing at his jaw and neck as he thrusted into her at that quicker pace. It was perfect, seeing him and hearing him in that blissful state. Y/N would never let this man go. He was absolutely perfect. Her lips found his in a passionate kiss, slow and steady, but deep nonetheless. Y/N felt the urge to say that she loved him but that would be pushing it. She’d simply never felt like that before. Tears still trickled down her cheeks, small sniffles coming from her when she pulled away for air.

Harry came probably harder than he ever had. It just felt so good. So tight. Y/N, her words, her cunt, her mouth. The moment, too. All of it called to a deeper part of him he hadn’t truly experienced before and he loved it. Curses left him after he came, ribbons off cum pumping into her body. His legs shook as he filled her, kissing deeply as he did so. It was the best moment, he thinks. Sex hadn’t ever been this good. He’d had plenty of mundane sex, an orgasm being nice but this was the shit he understood. He got why people loved it. 

“Shhh, sweetheart. Why are you crying?” He questioned, not knowing if it was emotions or he had done something. He kept himself calm though, holding her face and wiping away the tears as they came. “Don’t need to cry. Was so good, wasn’t it?”

“Cause I—it felt so good.” Y/N whimpered out, smiling a bit as he went to hold her face. “So, so good.” She nuzzled against his hand, turning her head to press a long slow kiss to the palm of his hand. She sniffled, blinking away her tears so she could look at him. “Happy tears...” She told him, leaning up to press more kisses to his beautiful mouth. “Wanted you for such a long time and—“ Y/N let out a shaky breath, “made me feel so beautiful and loved...” She tested up again but closed her eyes before she could start crying. “Never... never felt like that before, felt so nice.” She told him, feeling herself start to calm down. Y/N was certainly sleeping in his bed tonight and they were going to sleep in tomorrow morning. They had time before his meeting at 5.

“Good.” His body felt fuzzy and warm and light and he was happy. Really happy for the first time in a long time. Y/N had the power and he had waited too long. He should have given in earlier. “That’s how I always want you to feel with me.” He gently shifted so he was on his side, laying next to her so she could curl up against him. “It felt so good to me too. Like... the best ever, if m’being honest.” He helped her dry her cheeks, feeling her lay her face on his chest. “You are so beautiful and so wanted. I know I did a shit job of showing that to you before but I decided that I’m gonna keep it going and make sure you know how much I care.” He took her little hand and held it in his, bringing her knuckles up and kissing each one. “You’re safe with me. M’not gonna hurt you. I’ll take care of you whenever you need me, yeah?” He wanted her to know and be aware she could come to him with anything. Maybe it was quick. It was. But he couldn’t help it.

Being around Harry has proven to bring Y/N comfort. Even resting her head against his chest and listening to his heart beat grounded her far more than she expected, he was becoming her safe space and safe haven. She wouldn’t let anyone ruin that for her. 

“You sure about that?” She asked, knowing full well that if he meant whenever he’d really never be alone anymore. It was only the second day of their vacation and they already cracked, the positive was that they had five more days together. She would take advantage of her time for sure. “Meant what I said, I really am all yours.” Her fingers traced over his tattoos. “I want to do all that I can to make you happy and give you the life you deserve... I know you’re worried about getting the job but I’m gonna let you in on a secret. My dad, he wants to retire within the next few years.. he’s looking for someone to inherit the company, it’s going to be you. He was already thinking of you before we met, but now? The job is yours.”

“You think so?” He questioned. His heart filled with hope. He could get Y/N and he could get the fucking company? That was the ultimate dream. Having someone like her at his side would be the most incredible thing. “That would be amazing. Having you... the job.” He whispered. “All I want. And Oliver, too.” He chuckled. “Still have to meet him. He’s going to love you. You’ll be the best of friends.” There was no doubt about that in his mind. “When I wake up, want you right next to me. Yeah? No wandering around.” He didn’t want to wake up and panic. Thinking it was all a dream. “The first time I wake up next to you is going to be amazing.”

“He’s been trying to set me up with one of these interns for years... none of them were nearly as good at their job as you and none of them came close to you looks wise..” She felt a smile coming on her face. “I knew the second I saw you.. you were going to be mine.” It had been a dream come true for her to actually find a decent guy, not even decent but perfect. “Like an angel sent from heaven you were.” The mention of the cat got her all excited. “Oliver!” She giggled, “I can’t wait to meet him... I’m gonna come over when we get back yeah? Want to see your place.” Y/N said with a happy smile, she knew for sure it would be extremely cozy and comfortable, not like her place... her place felt like a damn museum. She nuzzled her face into his neck, wrapping her whole body around his. She would be more than happy to wake up in bed with him next to her. She didn’t want this to ever go away, not anymore. Now that she had him she’d never let him go, she didn’t care who stopped her.

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[roguestarsailor]

After SJM Live suggesting that Feyre might be pregnant in ACOSF, I can't help but feel uncomfortable and bit angry about this.

I loved following Feyre’s journey. From her beef with her family to going into the woods and being this amazing survivor to handling all that was thrown to her UTM and then healing over ACOMAF and then handling the war that was in ACOWAR. But some point in ACOWAR I started reluctantly rooting for her and in ACOFAS I really didn't want to root for her anymore.

I think one of the reasons why I'm mad about Feyre on the surface level is that she is done. Having a child generally means settling down and feels definitively over. I am not mad Feyre’s story is over but rather she thinks all she has left to do is to pop out babies. in ACOMAF, Feyre dreamed about being able to paint and to open her own studio and eventually teach. She accomplishes that in ACOFAS. But it feels like there aren't smaller problems associate with that? She became High Lady, yet we see her do paper work but never the leg work required to handle the massive size of the Night Court.

Lets backtrack for a bit.

Feyre grew up having to survive. She had to fight for her survival as well as her family. She spent years being the sole provider. 

From the start, she doesn't know the true story of what is plaguing the Fae lands. Spring Court however became her sanctuary. She had the time, space and resources to just paint. There were times when her life was in danger but to some degree she sought out that danger. The Suriel, Rhys at Calamai, going UTM. She was happy when she was with Tamlin.

After UTM, this was the biggest shift in her character. She felt broken and she recognized how terrible her actions were. She felt guilt and regret. She no longer wanted to paint and again, sought out something to do. She wanted Tamlin to tell her what was happening post-Amarantha. She still felt anxious and carried around her knife. She felt restless. We hate Tamlin here because he was dismissive and not recognizing what Feyre needed. Again, she is trying to be active participant in Spring Court; she isn't the type of person to sit by and relax.

“I was not the human girl who needed coddling and pampering, who wanted luxury and easiness. I didn’t know how to go back to craving those things. To be docile.” (ACOMAF, pg122)

While w Rhys and IC, she recognized that she will always have to fight. Feyre can't be what Tamlin wanted! Tamlin wanted someone who wanted to just paint and garden and be homey. Wanted someone who embodies peace and gentleness (honestly a bit like Elain but I won't go there). Right then and there, Feyre realized how wrong Tamlin was for her. She won't sit by and relax and be gentle. She's hard, she's rough and she's scarred! She was the first of her sisters to fight. She survived so much and endured so much! 

“[Realizing what it meant if she went back to Spring Court after Rhys + Mor took her out after Tamlin locked her up] Bring me back to silence, and those sentries, and a life of doing nothing but dressing and dining and planning parties” (pg 127)

She wants to be apart of the planning and the scheme and just in general know what's going on in the Fae lands. Tamlin doesn't let her do much other than love a life of peace (aka paint). Remember the part when she says I can't believe I let Tamlin believe that Spring Court was all there was to see?? Yeah that was such a punching fist in the air moment! Tamlin was stifling her! With Rhys, she was able to go to significantly more places, learn more about the politics of Prythian, practice her power freely and unrestricted! she was doing sooo damn well in ACOMAF!  

“But the sprawl of the city...worse, the vast expanse of dark beyond -- the sea...maybe I remained a human fool to feel that way, but I had no realized the size of the world. The size of Prythian, if a city this large could remain hidden from Amarantha, from the other courts” (pg 155)

“I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet...I’m thinking that...I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that--maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who--what I am now.” (pg 156)

When she is healed up, mated and has her fighting spirit back, she goes into Spring Court to be a spy and see what's up. She's active again. She's choosing to fight there so her found family in Night Court has a chance. She plays the part and survives. And she further survives as she makes her way back to Night Court w Lucien. She's a survivor through and through. She even said that what bonded Rhys and her was their endurance -- they will endure what is to come.

Settling down and being a mom doesn't feel like Feyre. She is only 21 years old! She hasn't seen the world. We, the audience, got a chance to see the world when Feyre was finally freed from Tamlin’s clutches! ACOFAS made it feel like Feyre is satisfied w her life where she spends a few months accomplishing her goals and thinks having babies is the next best thing. I understand and love Feysand but having babies so soon is not it. She’s a fighter through and through. I get wanting her to have a place to build her home and raise a family is cute and such a lovely bow on top of all that she’s been through but it's not Feyre's character. She's gritty and rough and is restless. She cannot be satisfied so fast?? Or am I wrong to see that???

Even Miryam and Drakon with their legendary romance, they aren’t settling down and popping babies. They spent their time hiding and prepping for the next war because they know that their work isn’t done. They also know they have centuries of life left! To believe that Feyre’s end game is just having babies?? No! Besides that Night Court was spearheading the war effort for Hybern in the beginning so they aren’t the type to sit back and chill (not to mention literally the wealth of drama that is coming from what to do with Hybern’s lands, to Human and Fae integration, to Illyria rebellions, internal court drama, etcetc).

I’m not saying having babies/being a mom is a bad thing. I just dont think its Feyre’s character and I would be disappointed if that was what her character arc turned out to be. I understand that the ACOFAS was suppose to be a ode to how Feyre is the opposite of how she started out but we’ve spent this entire series telling us Feyre is forged by the unluckiest circumstances and growing and healing despite that. To have her revert to a homemaker (her 3 houses), to reduce to stories of her having (low key cringe) sex with Rhys, to spend her days spending money and living in the epitome of luxury when she found that stifling in the beginning is character assassination. 

I hope we don’t have to hear about Feyre getting pregnant anytime soon and I would be deeply sadden if thats the path SJM takes her. She has so many centuries of life and adventures. Why is she reduced to living in Velaris and think thats the best life she can have is having babies? I want her High Lady title to have impact and not just because she’s mated to Rhysand. I want her to explore the intricacies of the Prythian and beyond. I wish ACOFAS showed her going in that direction but it didn’t and it makes me deeply sad. So I hope in ACOSF we don’t hear about Feyre and her sweet little life (but I might be wrong there).

[katymacsupernatural]

Married to the Job

Dean Winchester x Reader

1750 Words

Written For: BTZ Bingo, @spndarkbingo, @spngenrebingo

Squares Filled: Married to the job(BTZ), Character Death (Dark), Flannel (Genre)

Summary: Instead of celebrating your anniversary, Dean insists on taking a job. A job that results in heartbreak

Warnings: All the angst!! Character death

“Damn it, Dean,” you cursed, slamming your coffee cup on the table, wincing as the scalding liquid sloshed over the Eeyore cup you cherished. But it didn’t deter the frustration you were feeling.

Dean stood at the door, his arms crossed, his mouth in a tight line promising the fact that he had already made up his mind. You wanted to hurl your coffee cup at him, but you didn’t want to lose your favorite coffee cup. Instead, you stood up and poured your coffee and your breakfast in the trash. You were no longer hungry. Not after the bombshell that Dean had just dropped.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. “Dean, why? You knew that today was our anniversary. You promised me. No research, no hunting. Just you, and me and a trip to that nice little resort a couple of hours away.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Things happen. Jobs show up when we least expect them. What do you want me to do? Say sorry, I’m not going to come save your lives because I need to go pamper myself.”

You rolled your eyes before pushing past Dean. “Once again, you’re missing the point. I don’t begrudge your saving lives. I just wish you weren’t so married to the job. That you would remember you married me. And sometimes, you have to work on that marriage as well.”

You turned down the hallway to see Sam standing there, his mouth hanging wide open. You smiled sadly as you passed him, not letting the first tear drop until you were alone. Dean’s bag was already packed and on the bed. Your bag was packed, but not for a hunting trip. It had your seldom used one piece swimsuit. A simple black one that Dean always said he loved seeing you wear.

You had also planned on surprising Dean with your new set of lingerie. Lacy and red, you had been hesitant to buy it, but you wanted something special for your anniversary. But now it didn't matter.

Angrily wiping the tear away, you yanked the items out of your duffel bag, throwing them in a heap on the chair before shoving in some flannel and Jeans. An extra shirt or two along with your holy water and angel blade.

"Here, I can take that," Dean spoke up from the doorway, no sign of regret in his eyes. You wouldn't have minded the change of plans if he had pleaded with you. But he had already made up his mind, without consulting you at all.

You threw your bag at him before storming past. Sitting down in the backseat of the Impala, you slid on your headphones. You were determined to stay mad at Dean for ruining such an important weekend for the two of you.

It wasn't like you asked for much. Your wedding had been a simple affair, officiated by Cas, attended by Sam, Jody, Donna and your hunter friend Slyvia. No honeymoon, no fancy night at a hotel. Just back to work with the promise you would do something nice later.

For your Birthday Dean had taken on a hunt in South Dakota with Jody, leaving you alone in the Bunker to drink an entire bottle of wine on your own.

It wasn't that you expected him to give up hunting. You had just hoped that he could pull away just a little bit to give your marriage the support you so desperately needed.

You stayed silent the entire trip, falling asleep somewhere in Colorado. Sam had kept glancing back at you while Dean had acted as if nothing was wrong. As if you weren't spending your anniversary on the road once again.

Instead of a night spent in a cozy little cabin, you were currently laying on a lumpy old mattress, the broken TV taunting you in the corner. Both Sam and Dean had gone to talk to the witnesses, while you had opted to stay behind, lounging in bed, wearing one of Dean’s old flannels.

“Broken heart?” a man’s voice spoke from the bathroom. This tall man ducked as he stepped through the doorframe, his shoulders brushing the trim. He had sandy blonde hair, a strong jaw and long legs that rivaled Sam’s. But it was the black eyes that had you reaching under your pillow for the blade you always kept there. “Oh, I don’t think so sweetheart.”

With a snap of his fingers, your blade flew away, landing in his hand. “Who the hell are you?”

He sighed, placing the blade in his pocket. “I do suppose you don’t recognize me. Not in this sweet little get-up. Isn’t this meat suit handsome? I’m going to try to hold onto this one. But the name’s Agarus. Ring any bells?”

Of course, it rang bells. He had been one of the Demons going through a small town a couple of years ago, killing anyone they could get their hands on. It had been one of the more horrifying hunts you had ever been on. You had been able to trap and kill one Demon, but he had vanished.

“I can see it has,” he answered gleefully. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. To finally get revenge for the death of my dear friend. I set this trap, hoping that it would bring the Winchesters and Dean’s girl here, and it worked exactly as I had hoped.”

“So what? Now you’re going to kill me? All that’s going to do is set Dean Winchester on your tail until you die a slow, painful death.”

“I would like to think I’m smarter than that,” he seemed offended. With another snap of his fingers, he had you transported across the room and slammed into the wall so hard your teeth knocked together.

“How original,” You taunted. “Yet another power happy male Demon slamming people into the wall. Do you guys have any imagination at all?”

Your words dug deep, his smile turning into a snarl as he squeezed his hand into a fist. Immediately your insides turned to fire, trying to burn you from the inside out. Clenching your teeth together, you fought hard not to scream, a moan the only satisfaction he would receive.

“I should have realized that anyone who would marry Dean Winchester would have to be tough skinned,” he growled, watching with glee as you squirmed under his torture. “It will be my pleasure to make you scream.”

“If anyone makes Y/N scream, it will be me,” Dean’s voice was low as he stepped into the room. “And it won’t be from torture.”

“Kinky,” the Demon chuckled. “But I think I have the upper hand.”

You could see that Dean was by himself. But it was hard concentrating on anything else when it felt like lava was flowing through your veins. “Let her go now,” Dean insisted, pulling out the Angel blade he always carried. The Demon just shrugged at the threat, tightening his hand until blood slipped from your lips and you cried out. “Damn it, leave her alone!”

The Demon, you couldn’t remember his name, shook his head. “You took everything from me. I had a great life. I was topside with my best friend. We could kill whatever we wanted. We took whatever meat suit looked good. It was perfect and then you had to come along and take her away.”

You could Dean was as confused as you were. You had taken out so many Demons that it was hard to remember a specific one. “See? You don’t even remember her! She was the one wearing the gym teacher’s outfit. Who had a habit of taking out annoying students.”

“Oh,” Dean finally remembered. “And you were the sheriff, covering it all up, weren’t you? But you got away before we could kill you.”

“Exactly. So I could wait and plan my revenge. Let you find out what it’s like to live without the one that matters to you most. And do you know what I find hilarious?”

“What?” Dean’s jaw was clenched tight, his knuckles white as he squeezed the angel blade.

“This is so fitting! Because I know today is your anniversary. And you were stupid enough to come on this hunt instead of lavishing attention on the one you love. If I had known my time was limited with Crocell, I would have spent every minute of it with her.”

“How did you know it was our anniversary?” Dean asked, his eyes glancing over at you, concern and guilt filling the green pools.

Agarus rolled his eyes. “It was an easy knucklehead. Even Demons can use the internet, and I do have my sources. So instead of spending the day showing Y/N how much you love her, now you get to say goodbye.”

Dean’s eyes widened, and he charged, raising the Angel blade high and slashing it down. But Agarus was too speedy and he slammed Dean into the wall, the blade slipping from his hand. Tears rolled down your cheek, your entire body in agony. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Dean whispered. “I should have listened to you.”

It took a moment for you to realize the pain was gone. The Demon’s hold on you had vanished as well, and you took a step forward when Argus grabbed your arm. He had Dean’s blade in his hand and with a gleeful chuckle, he slid it home between your ribs.

“No!” Dean screamed, struggling against the Demon’s hold, watching as blood blossomed on your borrowed flannel. The once gray and black flannel now had a deep red spot as you slid down to the ground.

“Let’s see how you handle this one,” Agarus laughed before his eyes went wide. Sam was standing behind him, his Demon blade buried deep in his side. His eyes flashed orange before Sam threw him off to the side.

“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed, falling to his knees beside you, his hand hovering over the gaping wound in your chest. Blood was quickly pooling around you, taking all of your strength with it. “Damn it, I should have listened to you.”

You tried reaching up for him, tried speaking to tell him that it was alright, you forgave him. The words refused to leave your lips as blood trickled down your chin before your head tilted to the side, leaving Dean in a tidal wave of agony and regret.

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[elfyourmother]

By a campfire. Longing.

“Is aught amiss, my friend?”

“Hmm?”

“You seem so melancholy, of a moment.”

Gisele glanced across the merrily crackling flames to meet Aymeric’s narrowed gaze; his brow was furrowed with that all too familiar tension she had come to know of late, and at this she felt yet another pang of guilt in her belly, for causing it. But there was naught but tenderness to be found in his silvery blue eyes. She could not bear it, the weight of his concern, and glanced away, staring instead at the dancing flames.

“It matters not,” she said. “We must needs consider our course with Hraesvelgr. Begging his aid against his own blood will be no small feat.”

“It matters to me,” Aymeric said softly. “What troubles you so?”

Gisele turned her gaze from the fire pit to behold their little camp; Alphinaud lay slumbering soundly as the dead upon his bedroll on the other side, the chocobos tethered to a nearby oak to drink their fill from the bubbling mountain stream. It was a peaceful scene, quiet and serene, which belied the purpose of their journey. Peaceful, and yet…so much had changed, since the first. If only she had known what might transpire in the aftermath of such an enchanted eve. The calm before the proverbial storm, she supposed it was. How bitter it tasted.

“This place is filled with memory,” she murmured quietly, staring into the flames. She glanced back to Aymeric. “Did you wonder why Alphi knew where we could rest for the night?”

Aymeric nodded. “I confess, I did…but, like as not, I attributed his familiarity with the terrain to the previous journey you had taken through Dravania.”

“Indeed. We made camp in this very glade the night before our audience with Hraesvelgr, awaiting the change of the winds,” Gisele explained. Her hand reached up to grasp the ever present amethyst pendant around her neck; she clutched it tightly. “Estinien taught Alphi how to make a proper fire, you see; there, in that pit. Ysayle made us a rustic stew, and we talked for ages, the four of us. We were the strangest of fellowships, of a surety: a pampered Sharlayan lordling, Ishgard’s greatest enemy and her mightiest champion by turns, and I, a twice-born sorceress from another world entire. But we had grown to be kin of a sort nonetheless, along our journey through the wilds.”

“It sounds wonderful,” Aymeric said, a bit wistfully; the curve of his generous mouth curled into a smile that set Gisele’s heart to racing. “I only wish I had been there for it.”

She raised her arm, gracefully sweeping it before her to gesture in the distance. “Do you see that old woodcutter’s trail, through the camphorwood trees?” she asked.

“Aye.”

Gisele smiled. “When our supper was finished, Estinien went off that way to brood by his lonesome,” she said.

“As is his wont,” Aymeric chuckled.

“I went after him; I could not bear to see him suffer. He laid his soul bare to me, and made love to me there, for the first time. I still remember him laying in the grass, gazing up at the stars,” Gisele said softly. She shut her eyes against the power of that memory; the pang which gripped her heart, and the tears which welled up from deep within. “Oh, Aymeric…it was the first time I had ever seen Estinien truly at peace. He was so beautiful it made my heart ache, and I knew then I never wanted to be without him, that I wanted to make him feel that way the rest of our lives. Truly...that was one of the happiest nights of my life, not merely for that, but all of it. And now…now my Ysayle lies in hospice, her body broken and tattered--all for me. And my beloved Estinien is made a prisoner in his own flesh, suffering a slave to that hateful shade, all because I was fool enough not to run that foul, stupid bloody Eye with my blade when I had the chance. And Ishgard, this fair city which has been my home and my sanctuary when I had none, teeters upon the brink of annihilation.”

Aymeric’s eyes grew wide, his lips parting as though he intended to speak; but then he paused a moment, lowering his eyes with a deeper furrow of his brow. He lifted his gaze back to her, and rose to his feet, striding to where she sat, and he sunk down in the grass beside her.

“Look at me,” he said.

“I cannot!” Gisele wailed, burying her face in her hands. She could not bear the weight of his regard, not now, not ever, not with the pain she had caused him. “It was my doing, it was all my doing!”

“Gisele.”

“Forgive me, Aymeric…”

“Dearest lady, I implore you: please look at me.”

She did at last, with eyes streaming a river of tears.

“This was not your doing,” Aymeric said, and firmly. “I do not fault you for it, and you have naught for which to atone. You are blameless; Nidhogg, and Nidhogg alone is to blame for what has befallen Estinien.”

“What if we can’t save him?” Gisele asked, her voice terribly small and distant, her lower lip quivering.

Aymeric took her hands into his own; they were trembling, and beaded with sweat despite the slight chill of the mountain air. “You saved Haurchefant from a Primal’s blow, and Mistress Dangoulain from the hail of a Garlean dreadnought’s fire. If aught of our mutual ill-fated love remains within Nidhogg’s clutches, then I am certain you shall save him too.”

“Such faith you place in me, ser knight,” Gisele said, trembling in his grasp. “What if I should fail?”

“I believe in you,” Aymeric began, “with all my heart. Come what may, we shall see this through together—not merely because I swore a sacred oath to defend Ishgard, though I honor it well. But because there is no other place I would rather be than defending her at your side. And your love shall prove not only Estinien’s salvation, but that of us all. This, I also believe with all my heart.”

Aymeric lifted his hands from Gisele’s, then, and with aching tenderness slowly brushed her tear stained lashes, catching the unshed droplets upon his fingers. Her very breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding in her ears, at the brush of his fingertips along her cheeks, as he wiped away the salt stained remnants; again, when he leaned forward, and found her mouth with his own. She should have been startled by it, but she was not; instead, she marveled at the softness of his lips…they were achingly soft, as a woman’s, tasting of sweet wine and unspeakable yearning by turns. She parted them with her tongue, and it seemed to burst a dam within him, for Aymeric’s breath grew hot and heavy then, and he wrapped his arms about her tightly, rocking against her; he tilted her head back, and plunged his tongue down her throat, and it was all Gisele could do to cling to him, melting in his arms and swept away in the force of his passion. His lids grew heavy as his breath, and shut at last; betimes, he caught her bottom lip within his teeth, biting down softly.

It lasted at once forever, and altogether not long enough.

“Aymeric…” Gisele panted, gasping for air.

“Pray, forgive me such boldness, my lady,” Aymeric said, his olive skin flushed and gleaming golden in the light of the fire. “I…do not know what came over me. It was untoward, and impolitic, and—”

Gisele leaned forward, pressing her body tightly against his, and silenced him with her tongue, tracing it over his own with gentle strokes.

“And magnificent,” Gisele breathed against his mouth, so close was she even after pulling away for air, and raked her fingers through his soft, raven curls. She never could have dreamed he was so soft, of a surety, not in all the myriad dreams she’d had of a moment such as this. Mayhap she might have. “There is naught to forgive, ser knight. If I did not want it, I would not have permitted it.”

“Then glad am I for it,” Aymeric said, lightly brushing a stray silvery curl from her brow, to tuck it behind her pointed ear. “As I am for you. The Fury blessed me beyond all manner of counting, the day I met you at Camp Dragonhead.” Passing strange it was that none of the shame she once felt for feeling this way, about him, was anywhere to be found. He’d shattered all of it—the guilt, the endless self-recriminations--with a single kiss.

And it was right. It felt right.

“You remind me who I am, Aymeric de Borel,” Gisele said, smiling. “Mayhap it is I who is truly blessed, this night.”

Aymeric pressed his lips against hers a final time, and soundly. “Come, let us rest. I would speak with Hraesvelgr at first light, that we not chance a change in the winds.”

Gisele rose with him then, her slender fingers entwined with his, and she permitted him to lead her to his bedroll. As he sank down upon it, Gisele glanced over to Alphinaud’s, and sighed; she loved him dearly, for he was a brother to her, but for once she cursed the lad’s presence, for it stood between her and what she truly wanted. Still, it all seemed a fever dream as such, and one Gisele feared she might wake from at any moment.

Not the least of which when Aymeric lifted the blanket, beckoning to her with a silent invitation in his half-lidded eyes.

“Against the cold,” he said softly, tugging the fleece meaningfully.

Gisele smiled, and sank down upon his bedroll, nestling with her back against him, basking in the heat of his taut and trembling body; it burned hot as the fire before them. His heart pounded a staccato rhythm against her ear, to match that of her own. And though her blood ran hot as always, her mild fit of pique melted before such warmth, as he half sprawled across her back, the weight of his body as soothing as the blanket he pulled over them both, his arm draped over her waist, holding her tightly against him. She rested her own arm against his, gently stroking it through the finely spun linen of his bedshirt. It was enough; it was more than enough, to simply feel the strength of his arms around her, his breath upon her ear.

Such was love.

“Sleep, my angel,” Aymeric whispered tenderly into her ear, gently pressing his lips against the point, and her temple. “Sleep.”

And Gisele did.

[goldenreign]

@godbanes said: 38, 40, 52, 59 // character development prompts.

38. What bad habits do they have?

Compulsive lying is probably one of the worst habits Cleo picks up, and it’s one she won’t ever be able to fully abandon. Across many of her verses, she develops this negative habit. It becomes a self-preservation instinct for her. Cleo was not raised with any experience in self-defense and battle, so her best method of keeping herself and her loved ones alive is to avoid a fight altogether. Seeing all of the people who had claimed to be loyal to her father, loyal to Auranos, just accept Gaius Damora on the throne and her own plight with the forced engagement to Magnus --- seeing the hope in their eyes at the prospect of the union shatters that part of her that used to trust so easily. Her deceptive habit ultimately stems from this broken capacity for trust. In her quest to reclaim her throne, Cleo lies, and lies, and lies. She lies to people she considers her allies, and refuses to admit to a lie unless someone else’s life is threatened. The lies hide her intentions, her actions, and sometimes crucial pieces of information even from people she has asked to trust her. People who are suspicious of her, like Magnus, would be wise to completely disregard any direct answer she gives and to simply observe her actions/movements before making an accusation. Even then, she is not going to admit to lying unless she has no other choice or someone else’s life is on the line, though.

The sad part about her habit is that the lying becomes such a second nature to her that she eventually has issues being honest even with those closest to her. In ruling Mytica together with Magnus, she has to break herself from the instinct to just handle something privately without telling him or to cover things up from other important people. Even with Nic, her closest friend, she can be seen struggling to tell the truth in regards to her relationship with Magnus. The hurt that she inflicts on the people closest to her with the lack of trust is something she regrets deeply, but even then she will always be a more guarded and deceitful person than she was before her kingdom was conquered. 

40. What is their obsession? 

This is a fascinating question! I’m going to say power. Before her whole family dies, it’s probably just herself/her own vapid interests like fashion, parties, etc. However, once she inherits the rightful throne of Auranos, she becomes very single-mindedly obsessed with reclaiming that throne. She seeks the Kindred for the power they can offer her to take her kingdom back. She befriends Lucia on false pretenses for power and influence && to be closer to the search for the Kindred. She grasps for and uses whatever bit of power she can wield in a situation, and does revel in her own power a bit when she notices her effect on others. I.e. Jonas pins her to the wall and she flirts her way out of the situation, and is rather satisfied with herself for manipulating him in that way. Yes, I would say Cleo is obsessed with power, especially in regards to her own purpose of revenge against Gaius Damora / whoever else may have wronged her in various verses.

52. What is your character’s worst flaw?

Lmao where do I start? Let’s drag Cleiona Bellos today.

I would say her worst flaw is how she emotionally manipulates people with little to no regret and will still play the victim card. Let’s look at Cleo through the eyes of Lys, who can’t stand the Golden Princess and her influence on Jonas. Lys accuses Cleo of living a pampered life ( which she definitely has up until the last like... month or two ) and says she has no concept of suffering. Cleiona then launches into a rant about how her entire family and the man she loved is dead and how she’s just trying to make it through each day. Lys is silent and walks away, but Jonas’ dialogue reveals how Cleo’s words struck a chord in him and he sees Cleo differently than before despite still acting surly to her. Lys, however, is not so moved by Cleo’s speech, because Lys can see how Cleo is constantly manipulating others ( especially Jonas ) through playing on their emotions. Cleo expresses frustration with Lys because she seems to not have changed her mind even after her little speech about her family. 

I mentioned above that Cleo also befriends Lucia on false pretenses. We do see Cleo have a moment of guilt when they are together because she has found that she actually quite likes Lucia, but she brushes past it by reminding herself that Lucia is a Damora and therefore her enemy. She also has a few moments where she feels guilty about hurting Magnus and deceiving him, but pep talks herself in the mirror to remind herself that he is her enemy and she needs to dismiss ever moment of kindness he’s ever shown her. Anyways, she talks herself back into feeling okay with emotionally manipulating them to mitigate her guilt. And yet, will turn around and be upset that Lucia attacks her && that Magnus doesn’t trust her sometimes. 

59. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up?

“ I will be strong. ” This is from her sister’s last words to her. She repeats it often and holds to the memory of Emilia’s encouragement to her.

I don’t have an exact phrase, but Cleiona knows several curse words/phrases that she has picked up from her time interloping through Paelsia and Limeros as a “ peasant. ” When she’s frustrated or angry she throws them out and it’s likely that those who do not know her well are rather stunned, because she exudes a picture of the perfect princess but can curse like a sailor when she’s pissed.

“ Goddess, save me... ” This is just something that anyone raised in Mytica might utter, but Cleo was never really one to intone either of the goddesses prior to her kingdom being overtaken. It became more natural when she felt she had nowhere else to turn to and now it’s something she might say when she’s grown weary of a conversation or situation.

[seasonofthegeek]

To Save and To Sacrifice, Part 2

This is dedicated to the lovely @dreamwreaver to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY month, friend! I wish you all the best things in the world! 

Parts 1, 2:

“I’ve decided to go out,” Nathalie announced as soon as she saw Gabriel raise his mug for a sip of morning coffee. She caught the widening of his eyes and the slight shake of the cup before he hid it all behind a pleasantly blank gaze. She expected the look; it was his default when he was trying to figure her out. She’d begun enjoying finding ways to cause him to produce that expression daily when she could. It alleviated the boredom at times and she couldn’t deny the slight thrill it gave her.

“Out?”

“Yes. I’d like to go choose my new bed in person. I’ve picked a few options I like but I want to get a feel for them. I’ll need a new mattress too, of course, so I’ll do that while I’m out. Perhaps I’ll shop for bedding as well to be efficient. I want to support the local economy, after all.” She speared a chunk of pineapple onto her fork and took a bite. It was juicy and just the right amount of sweet. The fruit here was always wonderful.

“Nathalie, there is no reason for you to go out for those things. I can have them all brought here.”

“I’m aware of that but I don’t think it’s a productive use of anyone’s time or energy. Bed frames aren’t small, mattresses either. And perhaps I’ll see something more fitting while I’m out. My suite is beautiful but it would be nice to make it more mine.”

“Yes, but—”

She raised an eyebrow. “I am allowed to leave the castle, aren’t I?”

Gabriel cleared his throat and nodded. He finally lowered his mug back to the table. “Of course, but it would be best if you stayed here, at least for the time being.”

“And why is that?”

“For your safety.”

“I’m plenty capable of taking care of myself.” Nathalie felt herself bristle. “If you’ll remember, Gabriel, I took care of myself and my people for over a decade before you came along.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“And I didn’t agree to this union so I could be treated like a kept woman.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed to it either if I thought you had.”

Something about his tone paused her anger and Nathalie studied him. “There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“Do you really want to know?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Do you really not know me well enough yet?”

He reluctantly nodded. “There have been reports of hostility among some in the lower class and I’m not sure it would be wise for you to be out among the masses right now.”

“That’s very diplomatic but I’d rather know the details.”

Gabriel’s expression soured. “While the merger has been successful for the most part, some of our…less fortunate citizens are finding the influx of more people into already crowded areas not ideal.”

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about the situation?”

“Because I’m taking care of it.”

Her anger flared back up like a familiar warmth and she wrapped herself in it as she pushed back from the table and stood. “I agreed to this for my people. If there is a problem with them, I should’ve been the first to know and I should have a say in it.”

“They’re our people now and these things happen. I have experience with it and thought it best to handle it as quietly as possible while you’re still settling in.”

“I don’t need to be coddled,” she spat. “And what experience could you have with it?”

Gabriel eyed her curiously. “And here I thought you’d done your research on me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head. “Nevermind. I will see what can be done about scouting the areas you would like to visit for possible threats and then we can revisit the issue.”

“Or I could simply walk out the front door now,” Nathalie countered. “I have no issue with taking guards with me. I’ve been in a leadership role for most of my life, and I know what dangers that can entail. I won’t be held here indefinitely though so you can show your power.”

“That isn’t what this is about.” Gabriel stood halfway between the table and large dining room entryway. “Please just let me have the day to get a report in on the situation.”

“I think you’ve left me out of more than enough. I’ll be taking care of it from here.” Nathalie stormed past him and was slightly relieved when he didn’t reach out to stop her when she was within arm’s length. She let her indignation take her all the way up to her suite before it left her in a hollow rush.

She felt foolish for not realizing there were issues with her people but on the other hand, she was angry Gabriel hadn’t told her about any of it. She’d trusted he would, and she had a right to know. She sat down heavily on the fainting couch and ran her hand along the thick, expensive fabric covering it. Perhaps she’d gotten too accustomed to the nicer things in her time in the Agreste castle and forgotten how hard it could be for those with less. She wanted to argue with herself, but she had given into the pampering without too much thought after things seemed to be going so well. She needed to remind herself of who she was and why she’d entered into this marriage in the first place.

With new purpose, she went to her closet and dug out the old trunk she’d brought with her in the move. Gabriel had taken it upon himself to have many new dresses and outfits created especially for her and she’d packed away her old things for a time when she needed them. That time was now.

She dressed as casually as she could in jeans and a large sweatshirt and pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail. She cleaned the makeup from her face and traded the delicate frames she’d been wearing for an older pair of sturdy glasses. She took in a deep breath and felt calm. This was the Nathalie who’d worked alongside her people to build homes for those in need. This was the woman who brought her citizens into her humble castle when there was no heat in too many homes and shared her food and blankets with any who were in need. Guilt trickled in between the memories and she pushed it all away.

She had a mission.

___

“I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”

At the sound of the voice, Nathalie jumped a little from her hiding place in the back of the large garage where she’d ducked behind a car while a guard moved through his route. Adrien grinned at her from behind another car across the way and she took in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, a far cry from the suits she’d seen him in more often around the castle.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She stood and tried to regain her composure, but it was a lost cause. The knowing glint in Adrien’s eyes told her the prince was more than she’d given him credit for.

“Same thing as you, I’d guess.” He stood and stretched, and she saw a length of looped black rope dangle from a beltloop at the back of his pants. “Escaping for a bit.”

“I’m not escaping.”

“Sure, neither am I.” Adrien grinned again and pulled a dark hood up over his head from beneath the collar of the jacket. “And I didn’t see you and you didn’t see me.”

Nathalie shifted her weight. Technically, she was his stepmother now but seeing as how the young man was in his early twenties, she felt she had little responsibility in the matter. “That seems fair enough.”

His grin faded slightly. “Is this just for the night or more?”

“I heard things aren’t going well with some people in the poorer district. I want to check in.”

“That’s good.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is it?”

He shrugged. “Tensions are high. I’ve been doing what I can but I’m not always out there. It’d be nice to have more authority in the matter and Father tends to work his way from the top down so it can be slow.”

“What do you mean, doing what you can?”

His smile widened back to its original width and he tugged the hood a little lower so his eyes were cast in shadow. “You’ll want to get out of here within the next few minutes. Arthur will be back through to do a second check soon since he heard something. He always does.” He gave her a small wave and jogged to the exit of the garage.

Nathalie watched Adrien duck into a dark corner and after a few seconds, he appeared again and guided a beaten motorcycle to the small door instead of opening the hangar. He wasted one more smile on her before exiting through the door and the low rumble of the bike could be heard in the distance soon after.

She hadn’t thought about transportation, but she would do what she could once she was off the grounds. Perhaps she could ask the prince where she might find a motorcycle like his. It’d been far too long since she’d ridden one. ___

Gabriel watched the security feed of Nathalie sneaking out of the garage after Adrien and couldn’t decide if he felt more proud or irritated. He knew she was a strong and capable woman and that had been what called him to her, but she was being reckless and he couldn’t have that. He’d lost too much already.

If he’d known for sure that she’d gone with Adrien, he would’ve felt a little more at ease, but his son left the grounds before she had. The prince had no idea his father knew of his nightly activities, but Gabriel had seen first-hand what his son had been getting up to and felt it was okay to allow it for the time. Young love made fools of everyone after all. He’d grow out of his childish games eventually.

With a reluctant sigh, Gabriel went to his closet to dress for the occasion. He’d hidden himself in public more than a few times, but he wanted his identity to be even more secret tonight. He wouldn’t intervene unless he needed to, but he wouldn’t let anything happen to Nathalie. Of that much he was certain.

Buy me a cherry coke?

[hobiwonder]

daddies’ little princess~

Pairing: grizzly bear Namjoon, polar bear Yoongi, panda Hoseok, puppy taehyung x reader

Genre: flufffffff. hybrid au. daddy!bts. little!reader. human reader

Words: 3k 

Warnings: slight swearing. implication of sex. nothing else.

Summary: yoongi yelled at you and now you’re hiding in the closet.

a/n: i combined two ideas from you guys so thank you for that. sorry it took longer bc... it ended up being longer lmao. also writing daddy and littles is new to me and just whole fluff is new to me so i’ll appreciate feedback. :) enjoy my little bubs. 

(imagine yoongi there lmao i couldn’t find a gif for all of them)

“y/n?” a light knock outside the closet door that you promptly ignore.

“taehyung?” the puppy hybrid looks over to your pouting face before snuggling in closer to you in the decent sized closet, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glare at the closet door and the line of light that you can see from the slit where the two doors meet to close.

“d-do you think we should l-let them in?”

“no!” your response is instant and biting as the puppy jumps in surprise at your tone before nuzzling even closer to you. But it seems that your angry response had been a tad bit too loud because you can hear another set of footsteps approaching near the closet while the grizzly bear – Namjoon – sighs at your bratty tone. Refusing to get out of the closet.

“y/n? honey? It’s joonie. Baby can you please open the closet door for us?”

Taehyung is pulling back his face that had been buried in your neck, arms holding you tightly around the waist as he cuddled your rigid body to try and calm you down after your spat with Yoongi – the grumpy polar bear hybrid about wanting to get some writing done as a lyricist but you had wanted to colour in the new book he’d gotten you, with taehyung. Instead, after your endless jumps and hops around him trying to coax him to just spend time with you and the puppy – he’d snapped and told you to stop being a brat and listen to him for once.

And being the more sensitive out of all of your boyfriends, your eyes had started to produce tears on their own accord and before you could humiliate yourself even further, you’d taken taehyung’s hand and ran out of his room to the master bedroom closet, locking yourself in with taehyung. The puppy had just held you and started cuddling you as soon as you’d plopped on the floor with a scowl on your face, an angry pout on your lips to keep the tears at bay because of Yoongi snapping at you.

That had been 20 minutes ago until Yoongi had finally found out where you’d been hiding – mostly because of how loudly you’d been telling taehyung that you hated Yoongi! You hated him you hated him you hated him! He loved work more than you! All the while the obedient and docile puppy had just rubbed soothing circles on your back with one hand while the other wiped away the one or two lone angry tears that fell from your eyes. Taehyung was a big cuddler and took the opportunity whenever he saw one. But most of all, he was the other pea to your pod. He was your favourite because he played with you, he loved cuddles as much – some would argue more, and that person would probably be himself – and was an all around soulmate. At least one of them. Because who knew you’d get three more. Two of which were standing outside the closet, pleading with you to get out.

“no! no one likes me so im not coming out!” you were nearly shouting and it only made the puppy hold you tighter, hoping to calm you down.

“that’s not true baby. Yoongi was tired. He’s sorry for upsetting you.” You scoff at Namjoon’s attempt to apologise on behalf of his friend. Of course he would.

“you’re a liar. He hates me!” the tremble in your voice towards the end was evident. Saying the words out loud – that he hated you – really made it real and it dawned on you how foreign the word hate sounded when it came to him. He was sometimes the most affectionate towards everyone and it was hard to say that he hated you.

“y/n? princess? I don’t hate you my love. I was just very tired and I snapped. I’m so very sorry,” the dull ‘thud’ of a head being pressed against the door tells you that he’s leaning against it now. And through the small slit of light, you can just about make out that Namjoon is standing with one hand on his hips while the other is out of your sight.

You were mad, obviously, but moreover; you’d gotten your period today. And of course, the pms was at its worst on the first day as even a slightly raised voice made you want to sob. Thus, you were also sad. The stupid little voices telling you that your daddies didn’t love you.

“y/n?” you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you look over to the side at taehyung’s inquisitive, slightly nervous face – he was sometimes scared by your outbursts since he was still a puppy. “he means it.” He’s nodding at you, as if to say that ‘look, I believe him too.’

It doesn’t make you less angry, but it does make you less sad. Knowing that it was probably your hormones making you think bad thoughts. And suddenly, you were feeling lethargic, falling back in to taehyung’s soft body as he holds you even closer, placing small kisses on your cheeks. “do you want me to open the door now?”

Bringing your hands up to your face as you make little fists, rubbing at your damp eyes to make the annoying tears go away! – you nod slowly. Your tummy was hurting and the anger was wearing off – slowly but surely. And with one kick, taehyung had opened one side of the closet door as Yoongi and Namjoon rush forwards.

“Oh goodness. My baby.” Namjoon is cooing at you when you make a beeline for him instead of Yoongi when he tries to hold you first. But of course, you were still grumpy and went straight for the fluffy grizzly bear hybrid, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he picks you up – slightly swaying on the spot while rubbing your back. Your face is buried in his neck and you know he’s walking you to the living room. The puppy had instead latched on to Yoongi, arms around his waist as he walked with him, following Namjoon out to the main area.

“Bro this is insane. Half time and not one goal-” the panda hybrid’s voice is loud and he’s sitting on the massive couch facing the tv – until he looks behind him, “woah woah woah. What’s happening here.”

“Just a small fight. Nothing much,” Namjoon is nonchalantly shaking his head at Hoseok who’s now stood up from his seat to walk over to Namjoon who had placed you on the kitchen counter. But of course – you’re not in the mood to let this go just yet.

“it wasn’t a small fight!” your lips are trembling when you’ve finally pulled your face from namjoon’s neck which was now slightly damp from your silent tears, “Yoongi daddy hates me.”

All of the men in the room had listened to you in silence until the sob that had broken out from you towards the end while you’d pointed at Yoongi. Simultaneous voices of ‘oh baby’ ‘that’s not true darling’ had rung about around you as tae squeezed his way between you and Namjoon, hugging your stomach to comfort your tiny sobs. All the while, Yoongi stays behind, watching the other hybrids comfort your obviously sour mood.

“he doesn’t hate you y/n. I can guarantee that okay my love?” Hoseok has both his hands around your face that’s swollen with the amount of crying you’d been doing, wiping away each tear that falls before kissing your forehead. And guess what? It makes you cry harder.

“oh god, did I do something?” Hoseok is sounding worried as he pulls back, glaring slightly at the puppy who had – once again – wedged his way in between you and Hoseok and was now hugging you tightly and you returned the embrace. But ever the most caring leader, Namjoon comes to the rescue again from behind the kitchen counter where he’d put a pot on the stove.

“it’s fine. She’s just upset. Let her cry it out,” he nods at Hoseok who now looks less worried than before. In all this ruckus, everyone had but forgotten Yoongi’s slowly retrieving figure- before Namjoon stops him.

“hyung, don’t take it to heart okay? She’s just upset. She knows you love her,” Namjoon is placing a hand on yoongi’s, squeezing tight as he brings him closer – the worry and guilt written all over yoongi’s face.

“yeah but does she?” Namjoon pulls Yoongi in an all out hug now, not missing the scoff from the elder at the affection.

“of course she does you silly bear. Taehyung just told me she got her period today as well. And you know how she gets.” And it’s all finally making sense as yoongi’s mouth turns in to an ‘o’ as everything clicks. Of course he shouldn’t have snapped at you and he has apologised profusely for it. But he’d never gotten this type of reaction before from you. But knowing that you were just not feeling well had him feeling slighter better and worse at the same time. For upsetting you when you were probably having period cramps like you usually did and needed more pampering and caring than usual.

“ah… okay. Should I get the usual then?” Namjoon just smiles at Yoongi knowingly and pats him on the shoulder encouragingly.

“yeah. But don’t count on her to jump on you straight away. You know how stubborn our princess is.” Namjoon’s chuckle maybe teasing but it was definitely true. But still. He loved his little princess.

“that she is.” And then Yoongi is off to the master bedroom to get your favourite stuffie, your snow white binky and your favourite blankie to get ready to make it up to you.

Your tears have now turned in to mellow sniffles while the three men try and cheer you up. Taehyung had still been firmly attached to you until Hoseok had told the puppy to go and set up totoro on the big screen for you while Namjoon finished up with your favourite hot chocolate.

“does it hurt a lot in your tummy?” Hoseok is softly rubbing your stomach while you nod your head animatedly, the pout permanently stuck on your face.

“aw my sweet sweet girl. Let’s get you some Panadol okay?” when hosoek turns away to grab the medicine from the drawer next to the TV, you’re hiccupping again before whimpering – not wanting him to walk away while your arms had stuck out in grabby hands until he’d rushed back to where you sat on the counter top, cuddling you close to his chest. The panda’s fresh, earthy scent always put you at ease and you refused to let him go. So he had to pick you up again, much like how Namjoon had to earlier when he’d picked you off the closet floor, and takes you to the living room before setting you down on the couch.

Hoseok swears he’s turned his back only for a second to grab some of the painkillers and yet – there the puppy was, cuddling you to death. He rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on his face when taehyung is nuzzling your tummy making the cutest – and your first laugh since The Incident – laugh escape your pretty lips.

“Alrighty! A hot cup of yummy cocoa coming right up ma’am.” You’re smiling softly up at Namjoon as he sets it down in front of you and hands you a glass of water first so you can take the meds.

When Yoongi has returned with all the essentials for a y/n care package, he finds Namjoon placing a soft kiss on your lips before he hands you the hot chocolate mug before taking the puppy and having a seat on one side of the massive couch. Yoongi remembers the day all five of you had gone shopping to find the biggest and comfiest couch you could – just to do exactly what you were all about to do today which was watch your favourite movie. Though he’s sighing – remembering that you being this mad at him never being a part of the plan.

He must have been loud because your head had turned towards where he stood and instantly – your eyes were on the blankie that he was holding. But you were in no mood to ask him for it. Not yet at least. So once again, you’re holding on to Hoseok tight when sits down – pulling you on his lap to cuddle you close to his chest.

“Hyung, come on. The movie is starting.” Namjoon is encouragingly smiling at him and Yoongi can’t help his pride as he walks forward to the couch, taking a seat besides Hoseok. Wanting to see if you’d move away from his lap – and also because that was the only seat left.

But instead of you moving away, you’re completely ignoring him, cuddling in to Hoseok as the movie starts. Not even twenty minutes later in the movie, you’re cuddling further into Hoseok, placing kisses on his neck while he chuckles and playfully tells you to pay attention to the movie in a whisper. Yoongi can’t quite make it out but one thing is for sure. Your mood had changed and you were no longer sad. At least it didn’t look like it. Taehyung has firmly taking a place on Namjoon’s lap, cuddling the grizzly bear while laughing the cutest laughs at each funny part.

“what? You want your blankie? Then go and take it from daddy Yoongi.” Hoseok is slightly louder this time as he tilts his head to the side to tell you to go to Yoongi but you’re being stubborn – like always. Hiding your face in hoseok’s chest again before he pries it away once more after you’d mumbled something that Yoongi couldn’t quite make out.

“no baby. I’m not going to ask him for you. You need to make up with him okay?” you’re pouting and slightly glaring at Hoseok for making you do this, “y/n. don’t make daddy upset.” This time however though, he’s referring to himself. Sighing – exaggeratedly of course – you nod and agree to go to Yoongi. But not before Hoseok has placed a deep open mouth kiss on your lips – tugging a tiny moan out of your mouth before he turns you around to face Yoongi.

Hoping that you’d finally relent, Yoongi is opening his arms towards you, waiting patiently for you to stop glaring at him. And just a few seconds later, your face is softening and you’re almost lunging at Yoongi that he’s pushed back slightly on the couch.

“Oh my sweet darling. I’m so so sorry. Daddy is so sorry.” You’ve buried your face in his chest while he’s whispering the words to you – sweet kisses being placed in your hair. And while you’re both lost in your moment – the rest of the hybrids watch, finally feeling at ease that their princess is no longer upset.

“you were a meany to me daddy.” Yoongi is wrapping you in the blankie while you ramble and vent away at how much he upset you. And when a lone tear escapes your eyes again; his hear clenches.

“I didn’t mean it bug. You’re my love, my biggest priority and daddy will never upset you like that again okay?”

The hesitation is only there for a second before you’re tilting your head back a little to look at him in his beautiful face, “daddy promise?” your voice is so small, the pout still endearingly on your cherub face that Yoongi can’t help but hold the back of your head with one hand – bring yours closer to his until your foreheads rested together before replying.

“daddy promise.” And just like that, the smile that lights up his entire fucking world is back on your face and he feels the weight being lifted off his chest.

“d-daddy…. Can I..” you trail off while Yoongi pays utter attention to what you want to say.

“yes princess? What does baby want?” shyly, your gaze slips to his lips before you look at him in the eyes again.

“i-I wanna…wanna kiss.” He’s trying to hide a smile as he nods, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips, holding your face gently in his hands but it seems that you have other plans.

“m-more.” You’re dazedly murmuring as he’s tried to pull away before pulling him back in before kissing Yoongi deeply. And he figures, after the day you’d had  and how he’d treated you – he could kiss you for a while. So he slips his hands further in your hair, pulling your face even closer as he slips his tongue in your mouth while you let out the sweetest little whimper. And that’s how you spend the next 3 minutes or so. Deeply kissing each other, tongues tangling, little moans escaping your pretty lips – until you start to get handsy and Namjoon reminds Yoongi that you’re on your period.

“princess, daddy can’t right now you know that.” His light scolding has you pulling back with a grumble but your mind is so pleasantly hazy that you don’t care much. Snuggling in to Yoongi while you stretch your legs over Hoseok who instantly starts massaging your feet.

“give her her binky and her stuffie hyung.” Namjoon gestures behind Yoongi where he’d set the stuff on the coffee table.

He slips the binky in your mouth as you instantly latch on, hugging your stuffy tight before settling in to watch the rest of the movie. And that’s how you spend the rest of the night. All of you snuggled on one couch, cuddling each other – especially you – until you’re peacefully asleep between the 3 men – taehyung was now occupying hoseok’s lap while Yoongi shifted you to Namjoon sometime towards the end of the movie when his legs started to fall asleep.

“love you daddy” your sleepy murmur doesn’t go unnoticed when you’re being carried to bed.

“we love you too our little bunny.”

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ABIONA AU - Before Abiona Interlude Part 3: Jealousy is a Disease

Pairing: T’ Challa x Black!Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count:  2893

Link to ABIONA by @writingmarvellousimagines

Link to Face claims (2)

Part: (1) (2) (3) (I1) (I2) (4)

Jealousy is a Disease

It was Saturday, which meant that Alix was home from work. She lived for Saturdays because she would take the morning to sleep in as late as she felt like it. At 7 months, baby was very active and still having football matches in the middle of the night. Add that to the general discomfort of being an expectant mother, Alix’s night were not rejuvenating. Since her little breakdown and her midnight cravings increased, T’Challa had started to spend the nights with Alix, generally being up when she was. He hardly complained and still got up early to do his royal duties. Just like on this specific Saturday, Alix reached out behind her and felt nothing. She went into her guestroom, which was at one point T’Challa’s room but now basically his study because he was only ever in there to work. There he was, but he wasn’t working like she had expected to see… He was laughing on the phone, not his kimoyo beads, his phone. Whoever it was not, wasn't in Wakanda, but they sure had him rolling with laughter at 11AM in the morning.

Alix came in looking suspiciously. T'Challa's back was to her, but as he turned and saw Alix he quickly ended the call.

“Oh my Bast, Tina, you are so funny, but I unfortunately have to go. ” Alix raised her eyebrows and wonder what was unfortunate about ending a call with Tina.

She liked Tina. She was one the single moms in her lamaze class. Ever since she started bringing T'Challa with her, Tina and few other moms, some even married, had decided to befriend him. Every session, T'Challa was the star. They were all touchy, clung to every word he uttered and laughed at everyone of his terrible jokes. It was ridiculous and took away from her time with T'Challa. He was her partner after all, but as of recently, he had turned into the volunteer partner for all the other mom’s in the class. She didn’t know how it started but everytime she saw him hold another mom’s hand, her heartburn made a fiery return and she didn’t like it. Tina, specifically, had been benefiting the most. She now got a ride home from them every once in a while. Again, she liked Tina, and no pregnant woman should have to take the bus if she didn’t have to. However, after watching T’Challa play good Samaritan for an hour and a half, she thought she deserved some alone time.  Tina was starting to infiltrate every aspect of her life and Alix wasn’t having it.

“What did Tina want,” she said with her hands holding her side.

“Good morning to you too? How did you sleep? I slept pretty well except for when you kicked me but as the mother of my child I will forgive you. Did I tell you how beautiful you look when you wake up, ” T’challa said with a humorous smile as he pulled Alix in between his legs as he kissed her belly.

“Yeah, yeah, morning to you to, what did Tina want?”

“If you must know we were just having a casual conversation, nothing special,” he explained while pulling her into his lap. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. Yet, she was still staring at him suspiciously.

“Then what was so funny?”

“Oh Tina...she was telling me” He struggled to finish the sentence as he laughed. “ ...about... I can’t do it justice.” Alix rolled her eyes and got off his lap and headed to the kitchen as T’Challa tried to get his laughter back under control. She had had enough. She didn’t need this in the morning and she had a child to feed.

The rest of the day passed just the way Alix expected. It was the new normal that she liked but would never admit to. T’Challa always provided her with his undivided attention, from them going grocery shopping, to running more errands. Even going to the mall to try on some maternity clothes. He did have the Doras there, but he never allowed them too close so she wouldn’t feel crowded or draw attention to them. There was a slight difference this Saturday. Every time she turned to look at him, he was on his phone, texting no one else but Tina. Alix was going to lose it. Even when they went to this adorable boutique, and Alix tried on this gorgeous white sweater dress. She exited the dressing room hoping to get T’Challa’s opinion only to find him typing. Though he looked up as soon as she got out only to praise her, she was still ready to throw that phone out the window.

She was in a bit of a mood when they got home. T’Challa refused to ask because frankly the mood swings were becoming a bit much for him and she had been like this since she got up. He liked his Saturdays with Alix and he did not want it to go sour. It was the only time she ever let him pamper her. It allowed him to feel like an actual couple without her getting all caught in the emotions of it and ruining the perfectly good moment. So if she was a bit grumpy, he definitely was not going push it. After putting everything  away they both collapsed on the couch. Alix turned on the TV so they could continue binge watching reruns of the The Fresh Prince. Alix slowly but surely inched closer to T’challa. He noticed but made no comment. It was Saturday after all. Very soon, she was nestled into his arms and willfully accepting the kisses he was leaving on her head and shoulder.

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads went off, signalling he had a call from Shuri. He got up to take the call into his study, leaving his phone on the table. As he placed it Alix’s eyes followed the phone’s placement. She heard the door of the study close and immediately reached for the phone. Of course, a password was needed. It really could be anything. She tried his birthday, no luck, Shuri’s, no luck. She didn’t know Ramonda’s but she didn’t think it would be that. She was running out of chances before the phone would be disabled. On a whim she tried hers and the app screen appeared. Alix rolled her eyes at his corniness while trying not to smile. She went into his contacts and deleted Tina’s number as well as that of all the other moms in Lamaze. She was going to do the dads as well but she didn’t want to be too obvious. She went to his messages and saw the thread between him and Tina. 

She started to feel guilty. Here he was trying to prove his trust and she was getting worked up over a woman who was just being friendly. Or so she hoped. Tina was quite beautiful. She had shown the group pictures of herself before pregnancy but it was like the pregnancy glow really worked in her favour and amplified what was already present. Meanwhile, Alix was not even sure if she had ever even had a glow. The only thing she could contest to was her feet were swelling and her nose was spreading. It was a weak moment, yes, but she didn’t read the messages and put the phone down. She continued to stare at it only to pick it up again and delete the messages. She comforted herself by knowing she didn’t read them. She closed the message app and finally looked at T’Challa’s background. It was one of the pictures she sent when he was in Wakanda for the beginning of the week. She remembered taking that because she, for some reason really missed him and couldn’t explain why. Her curiosity grew so she went to his photo gallery and was shocked how many pictures he had of her and her bump, the baby's ultrasounds over time, and even recordings of their heartbeats. She always wondered why he would ask for a recording every week like it had changed. The nurses now had it prepared before he asked.

Everything was categorised and chronological in true T’Challa fashion. She smiled as she went through them when T'challa entered the room and peaked over the couch only to find Alix going through his photos.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” Alix jumped a little. “I see you are enjoying my photo album. Why are you on my phone anyways?”

She felt embarrassed for getting caught but continued on to lie anyways. “I had to call my mom and your phone was already there so I did that. Your password is quite predictable by the way. ”

“I have nothing to hide, so it is okay if you can figure it out. How did a call lead you to my pictures?” Alix felt the guilt rising again.

“I, um, I saw I was your background and wanted to see the others,” she said looking away from him. “It is strange how many you have. You are a bit stalkerish, aren’t you?”

T'Challa responded. "Don't act like you were not just grinning like a schoolgirl going over my beautifully curated albums."

"Beautifully curated is a stretch,” she said.

"You were still giddy with joy though, " he replied as he went around to rejoin her on the couch.

They went back to watching television when T’challa picked up his phone for the third time in 20 minutes.

He finally spoke. “I know that western technology does not hold to Wakandan but this is ridiculous at this point. All of the mom’s numbers from Lamaze have disappeared including my thread with Tina. I knew I should have added it to my kimoyo contact list.” Alix began to fidget in his arms. T’Challa looked down at her with concern.

“Are you alright?”

“Yup  just a little hot is all.”

“If you say so. I am sure Tina gave me her Instagram, not completely sure why but I will message her from there.”

Alix sat up suddenly and stared at T’Challa in what  can only be described as a strange mixture of emotions. Of course, Tina would give him any possible way to take her time from him.

“I am going to take a nap.”

“Alix,it is 5PM.”

“I don’t care!”

T'Challa watched her disappear without saying a word. He was not ready to deal with whatever that was and he needed Tina to resend him the nursery room patterns she got from pinterest.

After thirty minutes, T’Challa stood outside the bedroom mentally giving himself a pep talk to whatever Alix would say. He promised himself he would start to learn to deal with her mood swings rather than hiding until the storm settled. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Alix” 

“What!?!”

“Um  I was only wondering if you are hungry. Would that make you feel better” She wouldn’t look at him but spoke. “Possibly. Is there anyway you could make some form of pasta. I am craving a creamy meal.”

“Only if you help me.”

“Fine.” She put her hands out for him to help her up.

They started making dinner together, joking around and talking as they normally do. T’Challa was busy hoping that Saturdays would come quicker so she could always be this happy. Suddenly, his phone rang and it was an unknown number.

As he went to pick it up Alix knew exactly who could be disturbing their time. Tina. She liked Tina, but this was really becoming ridiculous.

“Hello Tina. Thank goodness you called. My phone has been acting up and deleted your contact info. Luckily, you gave me you instagram,” he began to chuckle. A chuckle that grew to a full laugh.

Alix was growing irritated. Thirty minutes go by and T’Challa sees that Alix had been glaring at him and banging pots since he got on the phone. For thirty minutes, she had to listen to them obnoxiously laugh about nothing. Again. She likes Tina, but she was one to be very touchy with T’Challa and make comments about how handsome he is. As if she didn’t know, she wasn’t pregnant because he was ugly.

“Alix, do you need something? You are making so much noise.”

“I need you to get off the phone so we can eat. Baby is hungry!”

“Alright alright.” He went back to his phone call. “Tina, let us talk later, please. HA HA HA. Of course. Thank you again.”

He stared at Alix as she took her plate to the table and angrily began to eat. It suddenly clicked. He had given Apple a bad review when it was someone else who tampered with his phone. He checked his call log and found no call to Estelle was made. He laughed to himself knowing he was going to enjoy this conversation.

He smugly looked at Alix as they ate and said, “I think I figured out how to retrieve all those numbers I lost, ” just to see her squirm. “They must have gotten lost when you had to make that dire phone call to your mom with my phone.” 

“What is the point you are making, T’Challa,” Alix said defensively as she puts down her fork. 

“ No point made. Just observations. ”

“Great. So let me eat.”

“Yes, your jealousy is usually calmer when fed.” Alix immediately looked up and responded.

“I am not jealous, especially of Tina!”

“No one said her name or who it could be,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. He was really enjoying himself at this point as Alix was just staring daggers at him.

“Do not worry. This man only has eyes for the mother of his child. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He doesn’t think she has looked any more gorgeous than she has carrying their child.” Alix smiled at the table as he continued. 

“And if she had let her jealousy be put aside, she wouldn’t have ruined the surprise bassinet she had been dying to get that he had spent the whole day trying to get for her. Tina knew a place that still had it available.”

Alix took a  minute to soak up his cuteness. She was grinning really hard. Of course, he was being so sweet. He always found a way to outdo himself.

“Thank you, T’Challa. And no one said anything about jealousy. Tina gossips a lot and I know you don’t always appreciate that so I was trying to help you.”

“Yes  I did notice that about her, but our business was purely informational. By the way, did you know Antoinette and her husband are on their 6th? I do not know why they are in the class. Tina says it is the only alone time they get, ” he said shaking his head. 

Alix laughed because as much as T’Challa said he doesn’t like gossip he enjoyed all tea that is spilled all the time. “I know they definitely look like they need it with 5 children and another on the way. It could never be me. ”

“Yes, 6 is far too many. An even 4 would be more suitable.”

“I hope you are not planning the other three with me because this shop is closed and the IUD is going back as the baby goes out.”

“It didn’t stop me before.”

Alix flicked her napkin at him as they both laughed.

“All I am saying is this little one is going to need a playmate.”

“T’Challa  I cannot have this conversation right now. I am trying to keep this baby fed right now and healthy for the next two months okay.”

“That is fair.” They went back to eating when T'Challa finally said,  “ How about three?”

“They only need one playmate. We both only had one.”

“But more would be better.”

“Well, lucky for you, you haven’t married yet, maybe there is another poor soul you would like to impregnate, ” She said with a smile as T’challa frowned.

“You are so funny, especially since you were the one doing all that conniving and squirming over Tina. I wouldn’t want this poor soul to have to deal with you, knowing she carries my child.”

“You are so full of it,” she said  squinting with a half angry face

“Oh  I know. As are you, that is why we are so compatible,” he smiled at her pouting face knowing he had won.

As they washed the dishes, T’Challa was dying of laughter over Alix. She felt proud that she was the one making him laugh so hard. T’Challa was just so happy he got to enjoy another Saturday.  He wished it continued just so Alix would always be at this level of comfortability.

“Hey, can you use the photo of me by the window as your background. I like that one more, and my bump is more prominent in it.”

“Of course.

She smiled and headed to the bathroom leaving T’Challa to his thoughts as he dried the dishes. His heart felt full today. Everyday, he thought he could not love a person anymore than he had the previous day, only to be proven wrong by how much space in his heart Alix had managed to take while creating more. He did not mind being wrong.

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this is actually my first time making a request so i dont know if im doing this right LOL but can i request a scenario where bakugou’s gf and his mom are out just hanging out and bonding ? like they go have lunch together , go to the nail salon , or whatever you can think of and just chat about life , bakugou , and suchy such

kjhkjdf this is So Fucking Cute I loved writing it so tysm! I hope this is alright, i feel like it kinda got off track jhgjd

“Oh hey your mom texted me..” You muttered, hanging upside down off the end of Katsuki’s bed while scrolling through your phone. For once, you didn’t procrastinate on a writing assignment that class 1-A had received, but you decided to just hang around in Bakugou’s room while he worked on his own paper at his desk. He grumbled out a quiet “Hm.”, obviously not really paying attention to what you were saying and instead focusing on the task at hand. You rolled your eyes at his dismissive attitude, but continued on anyways with a smile on your face.

“I was telling her about how you ate shit yesterday on our way to school. She told me to tell you that you’re a loser.”

You smirked upon seeing him flinch and his furiously typing fingers hault for a moment. He thought his mom was a pain in the ass, but when he finally introduced you to her a few months prior, he had no idea as to what sort of monster he was creating with the two of you combined. His mother absolutely adored you and you thought she was incredibly unique and independent. Whenever you were over for dinner or something, it was an endless loop of his mom whacking him on the back of the head and telling him to treat you better after making some snarky comment towards you. Then when he retaliated, you’d get on him about respecting his mother and blah blah blah. Your strong personality was part of the reason he had fallen for you, but sometimes it was hard to handle. Then again, he knew he wasn’t always exactly pleasant, so he was okay with dealing with your sassiness here and there.

“Well tell her I couldn’t give any less fucks about what she’s got to say.” He spoke through gritted teeth before slowly getting back into his writing.

“Damn that’s all you got? Laaame.~” You teased, though you did send his message just because you knew his mom would think that comeback was just as sad as you did. You loved your little firecracker, but he was just so fun to tease sometimes and you were more than a little bored. You could very well spend your entire afternoon bothering your boyfriend, but you figured by the end of the day, one of you would end up whacking the other if you did that. After a few minutes of silence between the two of you, you sat up from your strange position and stretched your arms above your head before scooching off of Katsuki’s bed and making your way over to him before leaning over and resting your chin atop his head.

“Does your mom like cafe’s?” You questioned, never moving from your spot.

Bakugou raised a brow and moved his head out from under you before swiveling around in his chair so he could face you.

“The hell you need to know that for?”

“Well I was going to ask if she’d like to go out to lunch. I haven’t really seen her much since we were transferred over to the dorms..” You hummed, your thoughts trailing off a bit. Maybe it was a bit strange to casually hang out with an adult, but she was such a great woman and you really did enjoy her company.

Katsuki shrugged and turned back in his seat, having to find his focus yet again. “Yeah she’d probably say yes, though don’t expect that hag to pamper you or anythin’.” He’d never say it, but he was slightly jealous that you wanted to hang out with her when you could hang out with him, but he was busy so it wasn’t like there was much he could do about it anyways. You nodded and messaged Mitsuki, asking her the same thing you had just asked Katsuki. To your delight, she agreed to meeting up with you at a little dessert cafe that was halfway between her home and the dorms. With a smile on your face, you gave Katsuki a quick kiss on the cheek and a cheery goodbye before heading back to your room to grab your purse and heading out to meet up with Mitsuki.

When Mitsuki saw you approach her, she couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side a bit in confusion before letting out a laugh. “Look at you, it’s only been a few months and you already look so different!” She exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug to which you happily accepted while letting out a chuckle of your own.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“That depends, that idiot Katsuki hasn’t been changing you too much has he?” She asked while pushing open the door to the cafe and allowing you in first. She knew her son was a bit..abrasive, and even though you had a bit of an attitude on your own, she’d hate to see you become as aggressive and angry as that boy always is.

“Pfft,  nah, I can handle him just fine without having to stoop to his level.” You joked, already making your way to the front counter to wait for some assistance.

Mitsuki smiled and shook her head, her eyes scanning the menu items listed on the wall ahead of the two of you. “How is he anyways. You’d think that little shit would at least call his mother on the weekends.”

“He’s good, he-” You stopped, trying to think of the best way to word things. “He’s doing a bit better.”

Katsuki wasn’t perfect, both you and Mitsuki knew that, but he’d been struggling with fighting his inner battles a lot more than usual lately. To the untrained eye it was hard to tell, it just seemed like he was just as grumpy as usual, but if you caught him at the right time you could see emotions swimming in his eyes other than anger. Regret, guilt, confusion, it was all there, just not very easy to see. But he was getting better, and it seemed like he was starting to figure himself out a bit more. Hearing your words was enough to settle Mitsuki’s worries though. She was a bit different from most, but she was still a mother and Katsuki was still her son.

“Well, I’m glad he has someone there to take care of him when he can’t come crying to mommy.” She said, knowing well that he’d never do such a thing anyways. “So at least let me pay for you lunch hun, as a thank you.” She said, stepping up next to you once you finished ordering and as you were about to pull out your own wallet.

“Oh no, that’s okay I ca-”

“Add a small coffee and a blueberry danish to that order, please.” She spoke over you, handing over her card to the cashier before you had the chance to say anything else.

“You may not recognize it at times, but that boy needs you much more than you think.” She said, her tone coming across as both serious and soft, but she meant every word. If he was getting better, she knew you had something to do with it, but she also knew Katsuki would never come out and say so, so she decided to say it for him. You smiled softly and nodded, your face becoming a bit warm in response to her kind words. “So please continue to deal with him, if you can.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of letting him go.”

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                              𝕋 ℍ 𝔼  𝕄 𝔸 𝔾 𝕀 ℂ  𝕊 ℍ 𝕆 ℙ                                                  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈

welcome to 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝔸𝔾𝕀ℂ 𝕊ℍ𝕆ℙ  !! you have found yourself in 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈. this is where you will learn all about our first 𝒯𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸 heroes, villains, heroes-in-training, and civilians alike !! of course, if you have any questions about something that we forgot to cover here, feel free to ask !! all questions ( and non-questions ) are more than welcome !!

𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝒶𝓈 𝐻 𝒪 𝒩 𝐸 𝒴

honey was raised in the down-and-out streets of espilon city.

their father was a villain, their mother simply lived to raised them to be the best person they could be.

however, their mother passed away when honey was four, right before their quirk came to light.

with no mother in the picture to convince him otherwise, honey’s father saw them as nothing more than an object ( a doll, if you will ). his plan was to raise honey as a villain and no more than that.

however, when honey’s quirk came to light when he was four-years-old, their father was less than pleased with the result.

honey’s quirk is DOLLIFICATION, meaning that they have the ability to turn living beings to dolls - i.e. take away their consciousness and turn their physical being to that of a doll, as well.

the quirk alone was referred to as dainty, weak, fragile, soft by not only honey’s own father, but their father’s cohorts, as well.

then, as if their quirk, itself, wasn’t bad enough for them, it was revealed that the quirk came with a bit of a price.

the more honey uses his quirk ( i.e. the more people they dollify ), the more they slowly turn into a doll, themself.

of course, this displeased their father even more. such a powerful villain refused to have a doll for a child.

still, considering there was nothing to be done of it, his father decided that, since honey’s quirk, itself, was foolish and nothing to be proud of, they must use the quirk in such a way that would make them worthy to be his child.

thus, honey, in all his tenderhearted glory, became a villain.

honey was born with the visuals of a doll. however, due to being forced to use his quirk so much over the years, his visuals have only become even more doll-like and now he, almost entirely, looks like a porcelain.

again, due to being forced to use his quirk so much over the years, they have become incredibly fragile physically ( they have always been fragile emotionally, truly ) and, thus, cannot take part in much, if any, physical combat.

when they get injured, instead of their skin tearing, their skin cracks and their bones are easily shattered.

important note: their right eye is LILAC and their left eye is GOLD.

they are, quite literally, as compliant and submissive as a doll. they tend to go along with most things without any questions and, when being spoken to, they tend to just nod and blink emptily, ready to comply.

whether them being so compliant is their father’s doing, considering he practically programmed them to be this way, or its their quirk slowly dollifying them, no one is quite sure ( though a bit of both would make perfect sense ).

on a softer note, they adore people playing with their hair and holding their hands !!

on a less soft note, HERE’S A CONCEPT: a dumb, submissive baby boy with the power to, essentially, take away peoples’ lives ?? one could literally put them on strings and use them as a weapon and they would be none the wiser, so ?? some villains out there probably strive to do exactly that with them, because they literally no longer obtain the ability to oppose or fight back.

𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐋 𝒶𝓈 𝐻 𝐸 𝒜 𝒱 𝐸 𝒩

definitely doesn’t have as elaborate a backstory as honey does, but here we go, nonetheless !!

born in the city of epsilon to two incredibly well-known superheroes, heaven was raised in some of the wealthiest streets of the city !!

he lived the spoiled brat life. what he wanted, he got. what he didn’t want, he got. what he didn’t even know existed, he got. basically, he owned one of everything, no matter what those things were.

despite being pampered to no end, however, heaven is not close to his parents at all.

due to being such well-known and popular superheroes within the city, they were constantly too busy to actually raise heaven, themselves. thus, heaven was raised by numerous nannies.

his nannies never stayed for more than a few weeks, though, due to the trouble that he would get himself into while under their watch ( especially once his quirk came to light ).

heaven’s quirk is BOUNDARY MANIPULATION, meaning that he has the ability to create, shape, destroy, and manipulate boundaries, whether they be physical, material, spiritual, existential, pataphysical, conceptual, metaphysical, and so on.

considering his quirk and how, basically, limitless it is, one can only imagine the trouble that heaven could have caused for his nannies within the all-too-expensive penthouse that he had the honour of calling his home.

truthfully, it should have been obvious that heaven was getting into such trouble and causing such antics because he was trying to get his parents’ attention, yet no one ever brought that to his parents’ attention.

thus, heaven grew up as a bit of a troubled kid, despite being given everything he could ever possibly want or need.

due to this, he had a bit of a vendetta against superheroes, because he figured that they were all just as neglectful ( ?? ) as his own parents were.

with this, he began failing in all of his hero-training classes, seeing as he cared very little about becoming a hero.

around this time ( about middle school age ), he started fighting, using it as an ( unhealthy ) way to let his anger out.

his teachers took note of this and had him talk to his counselor who, to both his dismay and his luck, insist that he pick his grades up and continue on with his hero-training.

“ if you hate today’s heroes so much, why don’t you show them what heroes should be like ?? “ --- his counselor, the words that changed his life.

so, he did exactly that. he picked his grades up and has maintained a perfect gpa ( or the equivalent of ) ever since.

this doesn’t mean that he no longer gets into trouble or causes antics anymore, though. no, he still does all of those things, oftentimes nearly killing himself in the midst of them. but he still does them, because he wouldn’t really be himself if he didn’t.

and, of course, he is still entirely resentful and bitter toward his parents, but he is even more determined to show them up, to prove to them that you can be a hero and a human being at the same time.

on a lighter note, he’s a little shit, so do with that what you will !!

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐄 𝒶𝓈 𝒫 𝐻 𝒪 𝐸 𝒩 𝐼 𝒳

born into an unlikely ( and unknown ) family of villains, phoenix was raised in a mansion just outside of epsilon city.

her parents were some of the most successful villains within the city of epsilon, and yet, nobody knows that they were ever villains at all.

the two pose as the ceo of one of the city’s biggest, most well-known companies and a male model ( yes, her father poses as the model !! ), and they have never even been so much as suspected as possible villains.

phoenix, too, lived the spoiled brat life.  what she wanted, she got. what she didn’t want, he got. what she didn’t even know existed, she got. basically, she owned one of everything, no matter what those things were.

her parents were actually incredibly involved in her life, truly. they spent time with her every day, doing their best to make every moment special and exciting. they truly seemed like wonderful, dedicated parents.

of course, she also knows, all too well, that her parents are the villains that they are and that villainy is how and why she has lived in luxury all her life. she knew that the only reason they bothered to spend time with her was to try and distract her from their villainy.

it didn’t work, though, and, knowing that her life is the result of villainy, phoenix lived her entire life, ashamed and full of guilt.

thus, when she was about five and her quirk finally came to light ( no pun intended ), she began to use it to help other citizens within the city.

phoenix’s quirk is SHADOW MANIPULATION, meaning that she has the ability to create, shape, animate, destroy, and manipulate darkness & shadows.

so, she used her quirk solely to help those who needed it within the city, yet she never had so much as a thought that becoming a hero was a potential pathway for her.

it wasn’t until she was fourteen, when she saved a child from a villain and was, then, referred to as “ the shadow hero “ by him, that she even considered training to be a hero.

her parents heard of the good deeds that she began doing around the city and they gave her a choice: be a hero or be their daughter.

of course, it was a painful decision to make, because phoenix loved her parents, even despite their immoral and corrupt ways. they raised her and loved her all her life.

in the end, though, she chose to be a hero. she chose that she did not want to be as immoral and corrupt as they were. she did not want to live a guilt-ridden life any longer. she wanted to do good and only good.

so, she began attending hero school at around age fourteen and has been attending it ever since.

she is still somewhat resentful and hurt over the fact that she was disowned by her parents, but she knows that she made the right choice.

due to this, though, she tends to be reserved and reticent about most things, including her hero training, and, thus, tends to need a bit of a push in order to finally work up the courage to do certain things.

on a lighter note: her shadow essentially acts as a mix between peter pan’s shadow & johnny 13′s shadow from danny phantom !! it’s sort of like a friend or a pet !!

she and her own shadow like to play with other people’s shadows, as well. so, she will definitely temporarily take people’s shadows and, knowing her, she probably forgets to ask first, so ... missing shadows being a reoccurring theme on campus ?? absolutely !! 

so, do not be alarmed if you suddenly have no shadow !! just check with phoenix and she will be happy to return it to you, as well as offer a sincere apology !!

and on a depressing, finishing note: these shadows are most definitely her only friends and family ( even if other people see her as a friend, she is most certainly afraid to call them a friend in fear of being abandoned or disowned again ), so ... do with that what you will, as well !!

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OKAY finally after a million years i have some worship kink gabe that i owed to this anon here! this piece also contains guilt tripping, as it is a direct continuation of this piece here

word count is just under 2k!

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Ever since Gabriel’s return from his mission and subsequent hospital stay, he spent every moment he possibly could with you, and then some. The time he was supposed to be using to recuperate from his botched mission was often spent in your room, coddling you and caring for you to make up for all the time he was gone. His chest tightened every time he thought about how you were locked up, helpless, and all alone. Having found you disoriented and rapidly nearing the throes of starvation fucked him up bad, and his guilt was eating him alive. The only thing that soothed him was being with you and indulging in every single one of your desires.

Thankfully, leaving was no longer one of those things. When he returned, you were far more affectionate than you’d ever been in the past and he absolutely treasured that behavior. You were opening up to him, and he wanted you to know you were nothing less than loved.

With some time before he was scheduled to give a mission briefing to some recruits, Gabriel stole away to your room. It didn’t take long for you to shed your clothes and for him to crawl under your sheets to give you some much needed worship.

“So beautiful… so soft,” he murmured, his fingers gliding over your thighs with reverence. You were riding him, something that didn’t happen often when you were still unwilling, so he savored every sight and touch. He caught your lips with his and pulled you down on him with his one good arm, hips grinding up fiercely to compensate. “I love you so much, sweetheart... You’re my everything.”

“Gabe,” you cried softly, wiggling needily until he got the hint to bring his fingers to your swollen clit. You threw your head back at the contact and rode him with more urgency, carefully balancing your hands on his shoulders so as not to disturb the arm still in a sling. Your fingernails carved crescent shapes into his flesh, a pleasant pain he was proud to bear.

“Come on,” he panted, “cum for me.”

You whimpered and ground down hard against his fingers to get the last push you needed to find your release. Gabriel grunted as you subsequently tightened around him and brought him over the edge as well. With a harsh thrust, he sheathed himself within you as deep as he could to spray your insides white.

Immediately, you draped yourself on him and wrapped your jelly-like arms around his neck. He kissed your shoulder, relishing in the simple intimacy of feeling your hot, sweat-slick body against his. “You good?”

“Yes,” you nodded, fingers idly stroking up and down his bicep. You looked down at his slinged arm and asked, “Is your arm okay?”

“It’s fine. I should be out of this thing soon,” he replied, straightening up in such a way that shifted you away from him. You sat up, and he grunted softly at the reminder that he was still snugly situated inside of you. Gently, he started to guide you off of his lap. “I’ll talk to Angela after I give a mission briefing. And then I’ll be right back here with you.”

You slid off of him compliantly and watched in perfect, obedient silence as he started to get dressed. He’d only managed to pull his pants on when you suddenly asked, “You’re leaving?”

Your question gave him pause, and he slowly resumed getting dressed while keeping his eyes on you. “Yeah. I just have a quick meeting with some agents. Shouldn’t take me longer than an hour or so.”

Gabriel stopped what he was doing to focus on you only when he saw how pensive you looked. Your lips were pursed tightly, like they were holding back something you were dying to say. Finally, you murmured, “You said that before too… That you wouldn’t be gone for too long. But then you…”

You didn’t need to finish that sentence. Gabriel knew. Your words were like a punch to the gut and they evoked such a visceral reaction from him that he was surprised he didn’t break down right then and there. He certainly got close, however, as his heart dropped to his feet and he immediately sat back down across from you. Lowering his trembling hand over yours, he tried to communicate his guilt to you with watering eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He sucked in a breath to try to calm himself down, and you slowly intertwined your fingers with his. He looked down at your joined hands and then back up at your face.

“I’ll stay,” he decided, broken voice not at all reflective of the resolve in his choice. “Jack can brief the agents for me. I just want to stay here with you.”

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Gabriel increased his efforts to devote his time to you, and it was during that period that he picked up on all the minute changes in your behavior. For the most part, you were perfect. You didn’t fight him anymore, you wanted him to be with you. But he wasn’t so blind with love for you that he’d ignore some of the more problematic differences. You were starting to want more of him than he could give at a time. Though he held you above all else, he still had an organization to run. These days, he was spending more time doting on you than doing his actual job.

However, this wasn’t the main issue for Gabriel. He would give up anything for you. What he took issue with was the fact that you would guilt him and rip his heart out every time you wanted something. Not that you were wrong to do so; Gabriel had yet to forgive himself for leaving you on your own for so long. But your guilt-tripping on top of his own self-hatred was starting to tear him apart.

His life was becoming more stressful, and you weren’t the only cause. The only reason he’d been so easily ambushed on his last mission was because of an accident caused by a genetic modification procedure he’d recently undergone, courtesy of one Dr. O’Deorain. She’d promised heightened stealth and strength, but she hadn’t disclosed the numerous drawbacks that came with it. Now, Gabriel had to deal with keeping his monstrous tendencies a secret while also running an organization and pampering you with more than he could give.

Adapting to his body’s new features hadn’t exactly been pleasant. In fact, he felt a great deal of pain whenever he had to force the smoke to fade, to force his body to resemble a human one. These days, he felt more monster than man, and you were the last person he wanted to know about it.

He’d done a fairly good job at hiding that anything was amiss, considering the sheer amount of time he spent with you. Keeping up appearances for your sake was difficult, but he tried to tell himself you were worth it  – the keyword being ‘tried’. Your new attitude was starting to test his patience.

Everything was fine now, with Gabriel sitting back against the headboard of your bed and you in his lap, eager and affectionate. You kissed along his jawline and nuzzled your smooth cheek against his beard. Your bare front was pressed flush against his clothed chest as your hand found its way between his thighs. He groaned softly into your ear when he felt you gently cup his cock, urging it to stand with short strokes.

Your sexual appetite was extraordinary lately. Normally Gabriel could keep up (and normally he’d be delighted), but it was difficult to exert that kind of energy on top of the egregious amount he needed just to retain his normal appearance on a daily basis. Gingerly taking hold of your arm and pulling you off, he murmured, “Princess, not today, I… I’m not feeling well.”

You stared at him, face impassive. “What’s wrong? Is your arm still bothering you?”

He glanced at his arm, which had been out of its sling for quite some time already. He’d continually used it as an excuse whenever he really needed you to back off, and he knew it wouldn’t last him forever. Now that the time had come, he didn’t know what to say. “No, it’s just… I’m tired, babe. Please, let’s just sit together.”

You huffed, throwing your ass down on his lap with just enough force to shock the nerves in his groin and pull a grunt from his throat. Gabriel’s lips tightened into a thin line as you cupped your hands behind his neck. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just sit there.”

You went for his crotch again, deft but impatient fingers groping him through his pants as your lips crashed against his. He moaned into your mouth when your hands slipped beneath his waistband and continued stroking him there. Back when you were cold and standoffish, he would have worshipped this behavior. Now, as he pulled your hands off of him a bit more firmly, he was realizing it was possible to have too much of a good thing. “I’m serious. Not tonight.”

You didn’t fight off his hands, but the furrow of your brows betrayed your indignation. “Why? Is it me? Do you not love me anymore?”

Gabriel cupped your cheeks, doing his best to handle you gently. It was a difficult thing to do when his frustration and his pain seemed to be growing in proportion with one another. Sweat beaded at his temples as he attempted to keep the bursts of smoke beneath his skin. “Of course I still do. You’re my everything, but I just–”

“So why?” you demanded as your hands shot up to his wrists. “I’m not asking for a lot. You just have to fuck me. I think that’s the least you could do after abandoning me–”

Both of you were shocked when Gabriel raised his hand to slap you. Your head snapped to the side as your blood burned beneath the cheek he’d struck. Dazed, you caught a glimpse of your captor’s face before you were suddenly gathered up in his arms, face buried in his chest. Gabriel’s embrace was genuine as he pet your hair and shamefully whispered, “God, I’m so sorry, sweetheart… I don’t know what came over me.”

You blinked, unsure what to make of your situation. Considering your recent behavior, you would have just taken that move as another incident to guilt him over, but something stopped you. Trembling, you wrapped your arms around him. “N… No, it’s okay…”

Something suddenly reminded you to fear Gabriel. You convinced yourself that it was just a result of being struck by him, but another part of you couldn’t shake the blood red pupils and black sclera that you swore you saw.