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OBSESSED with the whole american x 141 man combo. smut ahead!
Not necessarily giving up your identity when you move out of the US, just wanting to explore different cultures and see new things. Then you meet one of the boys, maybe itâs Kyle or Johnny, and they introduce you to your actual, literal husband within a week of knowing you. And Simon Riley isnât a bad guy, they tell you, just a little rough around the edges. And youâre young, in a new country, you flew on a plane for the first time to get here and it didnât go down so you feel invincibleâ and you fuck Simon Riley.Â
The mask isnât even in the equation, he wonât wear it when heâs not on a mission or on base, and heâs got a scar on his cheek thatâs textured when you grab his face and kiss him. He tastes like bourbon. You taste like vodka and lime. He lays you down on your hotel mattress and spreads your legs and calls you love while heâs fucking you.Â
âFuck, lovie, like that. Take it like that.â you thought maybe the accent would make it too funny to be sexy but there might be something to be said about pavlovâs dog and the bell hereâŠ.Â
Heâs so big and so on top of you and heâs pushing your legs to your chest to pin you underneath him while he fucks you. You feel sorry for the other people on the floor the next morning but in moment all you can think is Simon, Simon, Simon and all you can do is beg him donât stop, donât stop, donât stopâÂ
Youâre so happy you got your IUD before you started traveling.Â
Simon says sometimes he thinks he did it in the wrong order. You fucked and then he took you out to dinner. You tell him sometimes you wish he would have let you ride him that night. He remedies your wishes immediately, all the time.Â
Did you know thereâs only one Taco Bell in all of England? You crave chalupaâs so intensely that you once rode a train for an hour and a bus for three just to have the worst Taco Bell of your life. Did you know that almost 50% of Americans own a gun or are proficient with one? Color 141 the most surprised theyâve ever been when you go to a gun range while theyâre stationed in Texas and Simon tries to teach you gun safety but you correct him the entire time.Â
âI used to go hunting with my dad, Si, I know this.â and then you have decently good grouping thatâs just a little to the left and Johnny tries to show you how itâs really done andâ misses entirely.Â
âIs that how itâs done, Johnny?â you taunt, smiling so cheekily that Simon canât keep his own smile off his face.Â
âListen up, bonnie, Iâve done more training-âÂ
âDoesnât seem like it to me.â you mumble. Simon swear he can see the steam coming out of Johnnyâs ears.Â
âLass, so help me God, if you donât-âÂ
âPoor baby, Johnny,â you frown, still taunting him, your hips sway as you walk up to him and take his face into your hands, âDid you get beat in a shooting contest by a civvie? Will you live to see another day?â You shake his head in your hands and Johnny goes red for a completely different reason than his pride and anger. Johnnyâs hands twitch, Simon can see him reaching for your sides as you release his face and step away from him. Soon, Simon wants to tell him, sheâs going to tell you soon.
#guuuuuyyyyyysssss please don't judge me for not knowing anything about the UK#I know i could have googled it but im just a little rat okay#I don't know anything#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader smut#ghost smut#ghost cod#ghost mw2#smut
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The Bolter
Sirius Black x fem!reader who meet again [5.5k words]
prompt: poly!wolfstar or just Sirius x reader in which they were friends with benefits but it was obvious they loved each other even though they acted like they werenât. Then, reader finds out shes pregnant and before telling them, they do something stupid. so reader runs away for a few months. When she comes back (only bc she had to for some reason) shes like 6-7 months pregnant
CW: secret pregnancy, angst, FWB to strangers to lovers, second chance fic, post war trauma, both Sirius and reader are meeesssssssssssyyyyy in this! I don't approve of what they've done but I understand it
âSoâŠsheâs coming back?â Sirius asked cautiously, focusing more on the condensation pooling on the coaster underneath his pint than the concerned gazes of his two best friends.Â
âWell, I donât know if sheâs coming back, but sheâll be here for Harryâs birthday.â James mollified, sharing a nervous look with Remus.
âRight.â Sirius murmured around a swallow; throat tight and dry though neither the pint nor the pitcher of water in front of him looked as though theyâd be able to help him with the matter.Â
âAre you going to be alright?â Remus queried, and Sirius offered him the most arrogant scoff he could muster; he missed by a long shot.
âOf course Iâm going to be alright.â He huffed. âWhy? Canât two friends see each other after five and a half months of silence?âÂ
âSirius-â James started, but Sirius carried on.Â
âSheâs the only one whoâs been silent, you know?â Though he knew that they did indeed both know. âIâve tried. Iâve tried reaching out.âÂ
âPads.â Remus offered consolingly, looking frustratingly like he was going to reach a hand out to Sirius as if he were some over tired toddler on the brink of a meltdown.
âStop, no I- Iâm fine, honest.â He insisted as he took a steadying breath. âI- you⊠talked to her, then?â
James and Remus shared another look before James allowed the segue.Â
âMostly by owl, but she has spoken on the phone with Lily a few times.âÂ
Sirius nodded as he considered this; considered the number of owls Sirius had sent that had gone unanswered - perhaps even unopened if the silence meant anything at all.
âSheâsâŠokay?âÂ
Remus let out a sigh as he shot Sirius a tight smile that looked more like a grimace. âSheâsâŠvague.â
âShe doesnât share a whole lot.â James agreed. âSays sheâs fine, things are good. Mostly asks aboutâŠall of us, Harry.âÂ
âSheâs still staying with that great aunt,â Remus added, âhelping her with the property.âÂ
âShe seeing anyone?â There was no point in pretending that wasnât the most pressing matter in Siriusâ mind; of course it was. And as angry and bitter as the idea made Sirius, it would have been his own fault, his own doing. He had no one to blame but himself.Â
And heâd have to live the rest of his life knowing he was the one who let you slip away - pushed you away - right into the arms of someone else.Â
âNot that sheâs mentioned.â Remus responded honestly; he couldnât say for sure that you werenât, but if you were, you clearly hadnât said anything about it.Â
âRight.â Sirius offered shortly.Â
âPads, IâŠwe would understand if it's too hard for you to see her. If you canât come-â
âDonât be daft.â Sirius scoffed deploringly. âIâm not going to miss my godsonâs birthday. If anyone should be missing it, it should be her; Iâve been here for the past four and a half months, sheâs the one who fucked off for good.â
âSirius-â
âI donât understand why you had to invite her!â Sirius shouted then, startling even himself when he realised how breathless he sounded all of a sudden.Â
James smiled at him sadly; Sirius wished heâd stop doing that. âWe wanted all of Harryâs uncles and his aunt to be there, SiriusâŠitâs important, yeah? WeâŠwe almost didnât get this chance.â
Sirius could feel a wicked migraine coming on; between talking about you, the close calls and the fact that the group of you were all alive following the war by nothing but chance, and the fact that the person Sirius was most angry with was himself, he downed the rest of his pint and flagged the server in favour of having to look at the pitiful gazes being shot at him by Remus and James.
Sirius couldnât tell if he was eager for Harryâs second birthday or dreading it. But like it or not, Sirius was going to be seeing you again.Â
It had felt like a good idea at the time.
It felt beyond foolish now, but it had felt like a good idea at the time.Â
*àłàŒ.àłàż
âSirius, we just won. We just won, why do you have to leave now?â You practically begged as you followed Sirius through his flat.Â
âBecause if I donât get out now, Iâm going to be stuck here for eternity.â He all but spat at you as he shoved articles of clothing into his duffle rather haphazardly. You felt like grabbing the bag from him and folding them properly if the act wouldnât leave you feeling like you were aiding and abetting his abandoning you.
âBut what about James? And Remus? What about Harry? You fought this war for them, and they for you - we just got them back!â
âAnd theyâll be here when Iâm ready to come home!â Sirius shouted; turning to look at you with wild, red rimmed eyes.Â
âWhat about me?â You asked quietly, hating how small you sounded.
âWhat about you?â He asked; face falling painfully neutral. If you didnât know better, you would have thought he was occluding.Â
âIâŠI donât know.â You started awkwardly, shrugging one shoulder. âI thoughtâŠmaybe weâd have a chance now. To try?.â
âY/N.â Sirius sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; entire being oozed exhaustion at having to have this conversation with you. âHave I not been entirely clear about what this was between us?âÂ
âRight.â You agreed quickly, biting roughly on your lip and looking anywhere but at him as he let his hand fall away from his face.Â
âItâsâŠitâs not you, doll-â but even your humourless scoff didnât derail him âIâm not the kind to settle down and be content I- I wouldnât be enough for you.â
âIâm not asking you for any more than what we have, Sirius-â
âYes you are.â
â-I just want you to stay.â
âThatâs too much for me.â He stated; his voice never raised though he may as well have screamed it at you. âI cannot sit here and play house, I cannot be that guy for you.â
âCannot or will not?â You asked quietly, regretting the question the second it came out of your mouth and he looked at you with nothing but pity in his eyes.Â
âY/NâŠâ
âIâm sorry I asked.â You let out with a chuckle as you harshly wiped tears from under your eyes.Â
âItâsâŠitâs not forever, yeah? I justâŠI canât see myself being happy hereâŠnot right now, at least; not for a while.âÂ
âWhere will you go?â Your voice grated painfully as it came out, but you tried to keep an air of nonchalance about you. You wouldnât look at him, but you could see his shoulders shrug helplessly.Â
âI donât knowâŠeverywhere. Anywhere.â
Anywhere was better than stuck here with you, apparently.Â
âI hope itâs nice, wherever it is.â You offered, and you found that you meant it. As much as it hurt to say, you really, really meant it. Sirius had been fighting and running his entire life, and he finally won. If he wanted to celebrate his victory by taking off to be that rich, vague uncle who popped by with lavish gifts every so often, who were you to deny him?Â
You loved him.
You were in love with him.
You loved him enough to let him go.Â
*àłàŒ.àłàż
He had sent James a postcard a few weeks later. Turns out he started in the South of France; his family had a home there that had been left untouched by the war, and Sirius was going to start by figuring out what to do with the property.Â
And you? Well, you found out you were pregnant.Â
You suppose it was a small mercy that Sirius wasnât here to know; youâre sure it would have hurt more hearing him tell you he was leaving if there were two of you he couldnât find it in him to love. You would have hated it even more if he felt trapped into staying with you just for this.
But all this meant was that you couldnât stay, either.Â
You supposed that was alright, though; the life you wanted to build here was with Sirius. You loved your friends, but you had a little one to think about now, too.Â
You made up a story about a great aunt needing help tending to her property and wishing to be closer to your relatives now that you could be, now that it was safe. No one questioned it, likely because Remus had done the same following the war; moving back home to help his dad and ailing mother tend the property in whatever ways he could.Â
You found yourself a little cottage, you wrote to the boys and had the occasional phone call with Lily, and you grew.
It had felt like a good idea at the time.Â
But now you were almost six months pregnant and returning home for the first time since you moved to celebrate your nephewâs birthday with all of your closest friends, the love of your life whose child you were carrying, and none of them knew.Â
You wondered if you should even go, but the thought of missing out on sweet Harryâs second birthday that the lot of you almost never got the chance to see made your throat constrict with tears you refused to shed since the war.Â
You wondered if you should tell everyone before you arrived, but the thought of them all discussing you and your pregnancy without you being there left you feeling small and ashamed.Â
You wondered if you should tell Sirius, but you looked over at the stack of unopened letters he had sent to you in the past four months - the first thin, perhaps a postcard, the second and third were thicker, the fourth was by far the thickest (like he had drafted an autobiography that he wanted you to proofread for him), the fifth was similar to the second, whilst the sixth (the last) couldnât be more than one page - and wondered how the hell youâd even start that conversation after all this time.
Hey, remember me? Yeah, the bird who caught feelings during our friends with benefits situation that we both agreed would remain platonic amidst a battle for survival and then begged you to stay with no success? Well, whilst youâve been off probably shagging every beautiful woman across the British Isles, Iâve been pregnant. Right, with your child. How was France, by the way?Â
You swallowed around your gag reflex and groaned at your image in the mirror. You put on a pair of gingham pants with the baggiest band-tee you could find, planned on sucking in the best you could if anyone (when everyone) insisted on a hug and hoped to every deity that they all just assumed youâd been eating really well since the end of the war.Â
You smoothed the fabric over your bump one last time before you left - looking at the proof that, if nothing else, you were protecting more than just yourself, and you let that be enough - before you grabbed Harryâs birthday present and called for Potter Manor, throwing a fistfull of floo powder into your fireplace and travelling by way of the flames.Â
You could hear Harry squealing in delight in one of the adjacent rooms as you stepped into the floo reception room at Potter Manor; a smile taking over your face uninhibitedly at the sounds of the people you loved more than life itself, happy and celebrating.
How could you have gone so long without this?Â
âY/N!â Lily shrieked as she made for you, and you sucked in before returning her hug. âMerlin, you're glowing! Whereâs your aunt's place again?âÂ
âErm. Killarney.â You offered; not entirely untrue - you did have an aunt in Killarney.Â
âWell,â she let out with a breath, eyes turning a touch glassy as they darted across your face, âit seems that Irish airâs been for you.âÂ
You smiled back at your friend before pulling her back in for another hug. âIâve missed you, Lils.â
âDonât let it go so long next time, yeah? We can come to you, too; Iâm teaching James how to be a muggle, and Harryâs only had the odd burst of accidental magic yet. We could play the part in front of your aunt.âÂ
âIâd love that, Lily.â You responded earnestly.Â
âY/N!â James hollered then before you were being bodily tackled by the former quidditch chaser, a brief flash of anxiety at his hold around your stomach abating only when he relinquished his hold on you. âWhere in the sodding hell have you been!?â
âKillarney.â Lily answered for you.Â
âI love Killarney!âÂ
âHave you ever been to Killarney, Prongs?â Remus asked then, appearing in the door as he leaned against the archway.Â
âNo! But I love it there! I just know it!âÂ
âHey Moony.â You greeted, quickly accepting his open arms and breathing him in.
âWeâve missed you.â He murmured into your hair, and you couldnât help the traitorous hitch in your heart that he mightâve meant-
âUncle Pafoo!â Harry squealed, suddenly standing right underneath you.Â
âThatâs right, Haz!â The voice that haunts your dreams called out. âAuntie is here!â
âHullo, Harry!â You cheered as you picked him up, sucking in before settling on your hip. âHappy birthday, little dude.âÂ
âAm two!â He announced as he held up four fingers.Â
âYou are two! Way to go!â You laughed. âIs everyone here?â You asked the room, shooting Sirius a tight smile so you couldnât be accused of hostility when your heart stuttered for an entirely different reason.Â
He looked tired - a bone deep tired that no amount of sleep could rectify - and the bags under his eyes seemed to be chronic. But he was still so beautiful; his hair had grown slightly longer since the last time youâd seen it, the last time youâd run your fingers through it, the last time youâd brought sheers to it, and he donned more than a few new tattoos if the few you could see were enough to go by.Â
You had to look away.
âRegâs going to be by after work; his part-time student called in sick so he needed to be there to close the shop himself. Thankfully, theyâre only open in the morning on Sundayâs.â Remus explained kindly.
âGood, itâll be nice to see him.â You offered, and the room fell slightly awkward.
âUncle Pafoo, aeroplane?â Harry asked then, and whatever exhaustion seemed to be plaguing Sirius vanished as he beamed at his godson.Â
âAbsolutely, little man!â He agreed, holding his arms out and taking Harryâs weight from you.
âDo you want something to drink, Y/N? Wine? Beer, Cider? Juice? Water?â James rapid fire, causing Lily to groan.Â
âWe just got her back, Potter. Do try to control yourself.âÂ
âWater would be great, Jamie. Thank you.â You laughed, following the group into the open concept kitchen-to-living room.Â
Save the fact that you and Sirius seemed to be doing acrobatics to avoid each other, you were almost stunned at how easy and natural being back here felt. Regulus returned and the two of you shared friendly jibes, Lily caught you up on all of the drama at the Ministry, James strong armed you into agreeing to join them for their next pub quiz night, and Remus said that your old professors all wished you well.Â
You loved your cottage - the home youâd built for yourself and your little one - but you found yourself feeling homesick for here, and you hadnât even left yet.
You were leaning on your elbows against the kitchen island, watching Sirius and Regulus pretend to be knights in shining armour as they fought off a fire breathing dragon (Harry) to save the princess (James) when Remus appeared beside you and mirrored your stance.Â
âItâs not the same without you, you know?â He murmured then.Â
âBut they seem to be alright.â You responded simply, and Remus allowed the two of you to fall into silence for a few beats.
âHow far along are you?âÂ
You stood up straight and turned to stare at him in horror, only to see him smiling kindly at you.Â
âHow do you-â
âLycanthropy - I could smell it on you.â He said with an embarrassed wrinkle of his nose. âI knew Lily was pregnant before she did.â
You shushed him and looked over your shoulder to ensure no one else could hear you.
âCome.â He said with a sigh, gently taking you by the elbow and ushering you out of the sliding doors to the back yard and closing it behind the two of you.Â
âRemus-â
âIs it his?â He cut you off; his face held no judgement though perhaps just a touch of concern. For you or his best friend/virtual brother-in-law, you werenât sure.
âYes.â You whispered, not bothering to clarify who he was talking about; you both knew.Â
Remus simply nodded as he looked you over. âIs that why you left?â
âHe left first.â You hissed petulantly.
âHe left you, but you left all of us.â Remus countered somewhat sternly. âBesides, I didnât ask about him; is this why you left?â
âYes.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause, Remus!â You shouted, tears flooding your vision as you turned to look at him. âBecause he didnât want to be here. He didnât want this, he didnât want me. I wasnât going to force him to come back just because⊠just because.âÂ
âDonât you think he should have been able to make that choice for himself?â Remus asked gently.
âHe chose! He did choose! He told me he couldnât play house, he told me he couldnât be this person for me. I loved him enough to accept that. I loved him enough to let him go.â
âLoved?â Remus asked with a tilt of his head. âPast tense?âÂ
âRemus.â You groaned. âPlease.â
âHe came back for you, you know.â Remus pointed out. âHe left you, you left us, but he came back for you.âÂ
âStop it.â
âItâs true, Y/N.â
âAnd so what if it is?â You nearly sobbed. âSo what if he did, Remus? What can I do? I canât go back in time and change my mind, I canât go back and fix this. He made choices, I made choices, and here we are.âÂ
Remus heaved a sigh and looked at you sadly. âI don't think either of you realise that your choices donât have to remain permanent; there can be an expiration date on them.âÂ
You were catching your breath from your mini temper tantrum when you heard the glass door slide open, both you and Remus turning to see Sirius standing there almost shy - far shier than youâd ever seen him before. Â
âJust talk to him? Okay? You..donât have to tell him now, justâŠtalk to him.â Remus whispered before heading towards the door, clapping Sirius on the back before disappearing back into the house.Â
âHey.â Sirius offered cautiously after a few beats of silence, coming to stand beside you as the two of you looked over the railing of the patio to the rest of the manor grounds.Â
âHey.â You returned dumbly, clearing your throat before continuing. âYouâŠyou look good, Sirius.â
Sirius scoffed, and you could feel your shoulder rising before you saw him smirk at you - if not somewhat sadly - cutting you a playful glare from the corner of his eye. âDid you take up lying there in Ireland?âÂ
You let out a breathy half-laugh. âIâm not lying.âÂ
âThen you need glasses. I look like shite.â
âYou look tired.â You amended.Â
âIâm exhausted.â He agreed, and the two of you lapsed into silence.Â
âYou look good, though.â He continued. âHealthy.â
You hummed in agreement. âFunny what not having to run on rations and broken hours of sleep on military cots does for a person.â
âWhy havenât I heard from you, Y/N?â He blurted then, turning his entire body to face you.Â
âSirius, I-â
âEveryone else has. Youâve spoken to Lily on the phone. James and Remus have gotten letters. Even Reg got a postcard for his birthday.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Was all you could manage to say.
âI wrote to you.â He continued. âLetters, a lot. Did you get them?â
You nodded your head yes shamefully.
âDid you read them?â
You felt your heart splinter at how hopeful and heartbroken he sounded over it. You felt like scum of the earth when you shook your head no, and he let out a sigh.
âI guess that makes me feel a little bit better, then.â He said as he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.Â
You found yourself taking a step away from him when you asked âwhy does that make you feel better?â
He let out a humourless laugh that forced smoke from his lips. âAt least now I know that my begging for a second chance, begging you to come home, professing my love for you isnât what kept you away.â
âSirius-â
âI messed up, Y/N.â He declared earnestly. âIâŠI was fucking scared, terrified. Iâd spent so much of my life living with one foot on the threshold of hell that after the war, I didnât know how to live amongst the undead.â
He took a moment to catch his breath as if heâd run all the way here just to tell you something. âAnd I ran. I bolted, IâŠâ
âYou left.â You finished for him.Â
âI left.â He agreed. âI⊠I didnât know, Y/N.â
âDidnât know what?â You asked as you choked back tears.
âDidnât know what I had, or what I wanted. Or that I had everything that I wanted.â
âAnd you do, now? You know what you want?â You asked, and a look of determination painted his features as he met your gaze head on.
âFor my entire life, I had never known what family meant, so I wasnât even aware that Iâd created my own with all of you until Iâd risked it all. I was so sure I didnât want to be like my parents that I never realised I may actuallyâŠwant to be a parent someday. I was so sure I didnât want to be my father that I never realised I actually did want to be a partner someday. I was so certain Iâd never know what true love felt like that I didnât even realise I had it right here all along with you.âÂ
âSirius-â
âI messed up. I left. But what I donât understand is why you did. Or why you stayed away.â He took a step towards you with his cigarette long forgotten in one of his hands, the ash threatening to burn his fingers before you plucked it and stubbed it out on the stone railing. He barely flinched. âWhyâd you go?â
âI didnât want to sit around and wait for you, Sirius. I- it hurt, I was hurt. And then-â
âIâm sorry.â He offered quickly, but you shook your head.
âIâm not telling you this for you to be sorry, I just-â
âI came back for you.â
âBut it wasnât just about me anymore, Sirius!â You shouted then, and you watched his brows furrow before his face fell in horror.Â
âYouâre seeing someone.â He asked, though he phrased it as more of a statement; like heâd been expecting it.
âIâm not seeing anyone, Sirius.â You sighed.
âThen whyâd you leave? Whyâd you stay away?â
âBecause Iâm pregnant.â You blurted, and Sirius fell silent. âIâm almost six months pregnant.â
âSix-â He started, eyes falling to your stomach still hidden behind the baggy article of clothing before you smoothed the fabric over your ever rounding bump. âSix months. SixâŠâ
You let him do the maths in the head as he stared hard at your stomach like he was sitting in divination and it was a crystal ball that might just give him the answers if only he stared at it long enough.
âItâs mine?â He finally concluded.
âYes.â You whispered.
âItâs mine. Youâre pregnant, itâs mine.â He murmured, before his eyes met yours again. âYouâre pregnant with my child?â
âRight.â You agreed, and he crumpled to a heap on the floor.Â
âSirius Orion Black,â Sirius heard Remus hiss, clearly hovering somewhere over him, âI swear to Godric if you do not wake up and eat some of this godsdamned vanilla cake you bought, your brother is going to skin you alive.âÂ
âItâs true.â James agreed from somewhere on Siriusâ other side. âHe actually ran to the store when he found out you bought vanilla because he knew Remus wouldnât eat any of it. Remus is going to get his chocolate cake, and youâre going to get egged.âÂ
âShut up.â Sirius hissed as he scrunched his eyes closed. âFuck.â
âHow do you feel, mate?â James asked rather jovially as he clapped him roughy on the shoulder.
âLike hell.â
âWhyâs that?â Remus joined in.
âBecause I was in the middle of a dream and you sods woke me up going on about cake.â He muttered as he opened his eyes, realising then that heâd been propped up on a number of cushions in one of Lily and Jamesâ spare rooms.
âSâhe awake?â Lily whispered, and Sirius craned his neck to see you and Lily poke your heads into the room.
âOh my gods.â Sirius breathed as he sat up, likely far too fast for someone who fell unconscious mere moments ago. âOh my gods, youâre actually here?âÂ
âDid you hit your head, mate?â James asked as he prodded at Siriusâ head, causing Sirius to swat his arms away as he shifted towards the edge of the bed.
âYouâre here.â He whispered as you slowly made your way into the room.
âIâm here.â You offered cautiously, eyes darting around at your oldest friends like there might be some secret threat lurking in the room.
âYouâre pregnantâŠâ He tried then, punching the air right out of Lily and James who both spun to stare at you in shock.
You smoothed the fabric of your shirt over your midsection again to expose a very obvious (now that everyone could actually see it) baby bump.Â
âOh my gods!â Lily and James chorused, causing Remus to snort.
âYou knew, didnât you!?â Lily accused Remus who held his hands up in surrender.Â
âOnly when she walked in, and not a second sooner.âÂ
âWith my child.â Sirius continued, and you nodded at him.Â
âY/N.â Lily winced. âYou-â
âYou sodding scared me!â You shrilled then, grabbing one of the throw pillows James had dumped onto the ground to make room for Sirius and swinging it at him.
âI scared you!?â Sirius shrieked right back, much to the delight of Harry who started banging on the throw pillow that had landed beside him.Â
âI thought I killed you!â
âOh, well Iâm terribly sorry that finding out the woman Iâve been in love with for years and pining hopelessly over for months - who was missing for all intents and purposes, may I remind you - is pregnant with my child happened to be a little shocking.â Sirius sneered sarcastically.Â
âWell I only went âmissingâ because the man Iâve been hopelessly in love with for years and pining hopelessly over for months took off an-â The abrupt end of your statement nearly gave the room whiplash as you cut yourself off mid sentence and stared at Sirius like youâd never seen him before.Â
âWhatâŠwhat just happened?â James whispered carefully.
âYears?â You whispered then, and Sirius hated every version of himself that deigned to let you go without knowing just how loved you were.
âProbably when we were still just cosmic dust.â Sirius smiled sadly. âIâm sorry I didnât always realise, Iâm sorry I didnât make sure that you knew.â
âI take it to guess there isnât an aunt in Killarney?â Lily offered then, smiling kindly at you when you turned your attention towards her.
âNo, I- I think there actually is an aunt in Killarney, I just donât live with her.â
âWhere do you live?â Sirius asked eagerly, wondering if you could hear it in his voice or even see on his face just how desperate he was to know everything about you.
âNear Tintagel.â You offered abashedly as Remus slapped his hand on his thigh.
âYou minx!â He scolded you. âYou lived basically across the channel from me this whole time!â
âI hope itâs nice, wherever it isâ You offered him then, smiling through your tears as Sirius swallowed around his bile threatening its way up his oesophagus.
âI hope itâs nice.â Sirius blurted suddenly, and Sirius thanked the heavens for Remus John Lupin who seemed to understand that the conversation delved beyond the need of an audience, scooping Harry up and closing the door behind Lily, James, and himself to give you two some privacy.Â
âItâs nice.â You offered wetly. âItâs quiet.â
Sirius hummed in acknowledgement. âIn Tintagel, near Merlinâs cave?â
You laughed, which saw Sirius smiling. âIâm not right in Tintagel, just outside. My neighbours are mostly sheep.âÂ
âDoes it have a picket fence?â
âTo keep the sheep out of my garden.â You nodded with a smile.
âFlowers; lots of them.â Sirius deduced, you nodded again though Sirius watched your smile falter.
âYouâd probably hate it.â
âAre you there?â He asked quickly.
âWell, usually, yes.â You offered, and Sirius shrugged easily.
âSounds as though it might be my favourite place in the world, then.âÂ
The next breath that left you shuddered on its way out, and Sirius finally stood and met you in the middle of the room; close enough to touch but not daring to. He hadnât earned that right yet.Â
âTake me with you?â He all but begged then, and your face crumpled in misery.
âSirius, I donât want you to follow me because you have to, I-â
âI donât have to though, I know I donât; I know youâd never make me.â He assured you then, lifting a hand but pausing to wait for you to nod at him before he placed it on your upper arm. âThe letters, Y/N, I- Iâve been looking for you for months.â
A sob tore through you as you lowered your head, and Sirius allowed himself to catch it in his free hand.Â
âI donât want you to feel bad; Iâm not telling you so that you feel bad, love.â The endearment falling off his tongue so easily now that he had you in his arms. âBut I need you to know that I want you - any of you, all of you - and have for a very long time.âÂ
âItâs justâŠyou said-â and Sirius knew exactly what he said; he had played that conversation over and over and over in his mind until he found himself sick over it more than once. But we waited for you to tell him anyhow; heâd always wait for you. âYou couldnât settle down and be content, you couldnât play house; you werenât that kind of guy.âÂ
âI know, doll. I know.â He whispered. âIâŠI didnât think I was capable of it. I didnât think I deserved everything I wanted and I knew that you deserved better. That you deserve better.â
âBut?â
âBut Iâd be happy to spend the rest of my life trying to prove you otherwise; trying to give you everything you deserve.â
âSiriusâŠâ You sighed, and Sirius could see your walls cracking. âIâŠIâm-â
âTake me home? Please?â He begged then, words interrupted by a sob of his own. âTo Tintagel, to Killarney, to bloody fucking Azkaban or the bottom of the sodding ocean, I donât care where it is just as long as itâs with you, please. Please.â
Your hands landed on Siriusâ chest and he was sure you could feel his hummingbird heart beating under your fingertips. He only hoped you knew how it beat for you.Â
âPlease bring me home?â
James didnât know if he could consider this a success or not.Â
His motivation was not singular; it was a âhit two fairies with one gobstoneâ sort of scenario, so to speak. Was his son turning two? Indeed he was! Was James throwing a party for said sonâs birthday? Youâre damned right he was. But was it also a really good excuse to force two of his idiot best friends into the same room again? Absolutely.
Except James seems to have gotten slightly more than he bargained for; Sirius falling unconscious in his childhood backyard, you sobbing into Lilyâs shoulder out in the hallway as he and Remus tried to bring him back from the dead, Remus sneering at a slice of birthday cake like it personally offended him and Regulus threatening to defend his boyfriendâs honour, and - apparently - a new niece or nephew coming in the next three-ish months.Â
But when he looked over to see you and Sirius emerging from the spare room - both of your faces tear stained and puffy from the grief and torment you no doubt put yourselves through - hands intertwined between your bodies and your hand resting protectively over your growing bump, and a spark in Siriusâ eyes James had thought he lost in the war but now realised he only lost when he lost youâŠ
âŠyeah, James figured he could probably consider this a success.
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 5
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
âWhereâs Az?â Mor asked as Nesta and Cassian entered the dining room at the River House.
âBusy,â Cassian said with a shrug, as he pulled out the chair for his mate, greeting the rest of their family with a smile.Â
Mor cocked her head, a small frown appearing on her face. "Busy?" she repeated, a note of curiosity in her voice. "What's he up to?"
Busy. That had been Azrielâs answer to nearly everything after Koshei. Busy.
Even quieter than usual. Keeping away from all of themâŠand Cassian still heard that one sentence echo in his head. Better me than you. Like somehow Cassians life was worth more than Azrielâs.
Azriel was just being noble and self-sacrificing as usual, right? Cassian knew that his brother didn't really think that way, didn't really believe that his life was worth less than anyone else's. But still, the words haunted him. He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, somewhere, he had let Azriel down. That he hadn't been there when his brother had needed him the most.
Maybe he should have tried to talk to him...when it all went down⊠but then he hadn't realised what exactly was even going on, until Nesta had flatly laid it out for him one evening. Azriel had gotten over Mor only to fall in love with Elain...and that hadn't ended in his favour either.
Cassian grimaced just thinking about it. Azriel deserved to be happy. Azriel deserved a mate that loved him, a female that fucking adored himâŠand instead his brother had fallen not just for one, but two unavailable females.Â
And Azriel hadnât complained. Not once. He had never let it show.
He always kept his emotions hidden under that stoic mask of his, like he was afraid of letting anyone see how much he was hurting. Cassian knew that Azriel would never ask for help, that he would never admit that he needed someone to talk to. But that didn't mean that he didn't need it.Â
Cassian just wished that he could find a way to get Azriel to open up, to let him inâŠthat wouldnât involve beating him to a bloody pulp.Â
Azriel acted like everything was fine. Azriel acted like he didn't care. Cassian knew that it was a mask, knew that it wasn't the truth...but Azriel liked to pretend it was...and maybe it was better to let him pretend.Â
It wasn't like he was hurting anybody with it, right? He was doing his work just as well as he always did...and if he wanted to spend his free time reading Sellyn Drake books, maybe they should just let him do thatâŠmaybe it made him feel better.Â
"Maybe he's seeing his secret girlfriend," Cassian drawled.
Mor snorted at that suggestion. "Please," she said with a roll of her eyes. "As if Azriel would ever have time for a girlfriend, let alone a secret one."
"You would be surprised," Cassian muttered under his breath. Apparently Azriel had time for reading Sellyn Drake novels while locked into his room, after all.Â
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mor wondered. "He has been...distant lately," she said with a pout.
Cassian could only stare at her. Mor couldn't be serious right now, could she?
Of course, Azriel was distant to her. Mor had fucking broken his heart and trampled on it to top it off. And Cassian had helped her with through the years. He probably owed Azriel an apology for that as well.
And still, Azriel hadnât complained. Azriel hadnât called them out. Azriel had taken it silently. Had even congratulated Mor when her Mating Bond with Emerie had snapped. Had been painfully polite, making painfully sure that he didnât cross any lines, didnât make Emerie uncomfortable in any way.Â
"Just leave him be," Cassian said with a shrug. "He's reading Sellyn Drake novels, he'll be fine,â he waved her off.Â
Rhys nearly spit his wine over the table and instead started coughing violently. "Azriel is reading Sellyn Drake novels?!" he asked Cassian with an incredious stare.
"Apparently he has trust in Nesta's taste of literature," Cassian answered easily.
Mor raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sellyn Drake novels?" she repeated, eyeing Cassian like he had gone mad. "Since when does Azriel read those kinds of books? He's not exactly the...romantic type."
Or maybe there just never had been a single person that had appreciated that side of his brother. Who knew what Azriel actually was into.Â
Elain and Mor werenât similar in the slightest after all.Â
Cassian shrugged. "Maybe he's expanding his horizons," he said with a grin. "Or maybe he just wants to see what the fuss is all about. After all, Sellyn Drake is...surprisingly good. Or so I've heard, anyway." He gave a sidelong glance to Nesta, who simply rolled her eyes at him.
Still, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rhys play absentmindedly with the stem of the wine glass. There was something there...between Rhys and Azriel that Cassian couldn't quite put his finger on. Some kind of tension...some kind of...something.
But lately, it had seemed like that tension had only been getting worse. Like they were both holding something back, like they were both waiting for the other shoe to drop. Cassian couldn't help wondering what would happen when that tension finally snapped.
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"Winnowing or flying?" Azriel asked Sky as they stepped out into the icy early winter air.
"I...I can't...fly?" Sky answered haltingly, looking at him with these devastating blue eyes. They were beautiful. Not a light blue, not a teal, not bordering on violetâŠjust beautiful near cobalt blue. She probably would match his siphons, he reflected weakly.Â
"I'll fly, I'll carry you," he gave back with a chuckle. She stared at him like he was insane, her cheeks reddening.
"I...I...you...can...can't carry me. I am too...heavy," she mumbled. Now it was his turn to stare at her.
Azriel couldn't help but scoff at that. "Too heavy?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm an Illyrian warrior,â he told her drily. âI could carry a full-grown male into battle if I had to,and I have dragged full-grown males off the battlefieldâŠI can carry you.âÂ
Azriel couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Was she...was she seriously trying to tell him that she was too heavy for him to carry? She just so reached the middle of his chest! She definitely wasn't thin...her body was covered with soft flesh and lush curves, every inch of it soft and inviting...but even if she weighed twice her weight, he would easily be able to carry her. She would probably weigh next to nothing to him.
And yet, he could sense the insecurity in her voice, the way she didn't quite believe that he could carry her.
He stepped closer to her, placing his hand gently under her chin and tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "You are beautiful," he said softly, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "And I don't care how much you weigh, I can carry you. I want to carry you. Because you are mine and I will always protect you, no matter what."
Her breath hitched at that, and he could see the warmth spreading through her cheeks as her heart began to race. She looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes of hers, her lips parted slightly in surprise and wonder. "You...you really mean that?" she whispered, her voice soft and shaky. "You...you don't mind how big I am?"
Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, I don't mind," he said gently. "I think you are absolutely perfect just the way you are. And if I have to carry you to prove it, then that is what I will do." And without another word, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as easily.
She squeaked as they shot up in the sky and then she laughed, the sound bright and beautiful
They soared through the sky together, the wind blowing through their hair and clothes as they flew. The City of Starlight sprawled out beneath them, a beautiful tapestry of color and light. Azriel held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the sound of her heartbeat pulsing in rhythm with his own. He knew that he could never tire of this feeling, of having her in his arms like this.
Sky looked up at him with a smile, her eyes shining with happiness and excitement. "I love this," she breathed.
How very fitting it was for the female that called herself Sky to love flying.
"Good," Azriel said softly, his voice full of warmth. "Because we can do this anytime you want, sweetheart."
They soared higher and higher, until the city below them was nothing but a sparkling sea of lights. Azriel was in his element up here, his wings powerful and graceful as they sliced through the air. He could feel the wind whipping through his hair, the cold night air stinging his skin. But he didn't mind, not with her in his arms. In fact, he felt more alive than he had in months. Years, even.
He flew a loping circle over Velaris, towards the Lake House the shadows had purchased and he thanked them mentally for their foresight. He couldn't very well bring Sky home to the House of Wind...but here...he could take her. It was private and safe...and if the expression of her face was anything to go by, she loved it.
He angled his body towards the Lake House, gliding towards it with expert precision. As they approached, Azriel saw the soft glow of the lights in the windows, the gentle sway of the curtains in the breeze. The lake glittered in the moonlight, the surface of the water undisturbed and serene. It was the perfect place to bring her, a place that he felt she would love just as much as he did.
"You live here?" she wondered, wonder in her voice as she took in the sight.
Azriel felt a warm swell of pride in his chest as he landed smoothly on the deck of the house. "Yes," he said simply, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she marveled at the house. "I wanted a private place," he admitted. "Somewhere quiet and peaceful, where I could escape from the chaos of my life for a little while.I haven't been there long though, itâs still a work in progressâŠ" he warned her. More like 2 hours before he had met her. "But I love it."
He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he stepped back. "Come on," he said softly, holding out his hand to her. "Let me show you inside."
The shadows skittered inside as soon as he opened the door, like a bunch of little busybodies, rightening the curtains there, fluffing pillows on the couch...It seemed to amuse Sky though. "You must ne...never have to deal with a mes...messy kitchen," she teased him
Azriel chuckled at that. "No, the shadows don't like when things are out of place,â he admitted.
It wasn't a lie. But then he didn't like it either.Â
Like a moth pulled to the flame, Sky was pulled towards his bookcases, fingertips tripping over the spines as she hungrily read the titles.
Azriel suddenly hoped that the shadows had put something other than Sellyn Drake novels in the bookcase, because otherwise he was going to look like a fucking stalker.
He watched with a mix of amusement and apprehension as she examined the bookshelves, his heart pounding in his chest. *Please,* he silently pleaded to the shadows, *please tell me you didn't leave those Sellyn Drake novels on the shelf.* Because if she saw those, it would be disastrous.
The shadows seemed weirdly frozen in place.
"You read Sel...Sellyn Drake?" Sky asked him, sounding delighted and shocked at the same time.
Azriel groaned inwardly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "I...yes, I do," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I...There is...I...I need to tell you something."
"Te...Tell me som...something?" Sky asked, turning towards him, these big beautiful eyes staring at him.
"I...It wasn't a coincidence that I was in that bar tonight," he told her, watching as she stared at him. "The shadows told me to go."
"The...The shad...shadows?" she asked him, looking utterly shocked.
"I...I told them...a few weeks ago...to...find me somebody that....that I could love...somebody that I could make happy. A wife," Azriel admitted. "You were the one they picked."
She stared at him, her mouth falling open slightly. Azriel braced himself for her reaction, not sure what to expect. Would she be angry? Scandalized? Horrified that he had sent his shadows to find him a wife?
She stared at him wide-eyed. "You...You asâŠasked yoâŠyour sha..shadows to fiâŠfind you a wiâŠwife?!" she asked him, repeating his words back at him.
He could feel his cheeks reddening but nodded nonetheless. "...are you angry?" he asked her weakly.
Sky stared at him for a moment, but then she shook her head. "No, No...no, I'm not," she repeated again, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm...I'm flatâŠflattered, actually...Though...though I am cu..curious what itâŠwhat it was about me that...madeâŠmade them pick me," she admitted.
For the first time in his life, his shadows talked to somebody other than Azriel. *We thought you would treat Master like you treat your cat,* the shadows told her brightly.
She blinked at the bunch of shadows that had gathered in front of her.
"You...You...You want me to...treat Az..Azriel like...like a cat?" she asked them incrediously.
Azriel spluttered, his cheeks burning with mortification. He hadn't expected the shadows to be so blunt, and the idea of her treating him like a cat was...well, it was absurd, to say the least. He wanted her to be his mate, his equal, not to treat him as if he were some kind of pet.
"No, no," he quickly interjected, trying to salvage the situation. "They...they don't mean it like that, Sky. The shadows have their own...unique way of looking at things. Please just...just forget they ever said that."
Sky fixed him with a look. "What do you mean?" she asked the shadows.
*You love your cat,* the shadows said quickly. *You buy him ridiculous overpriced Tuna, and you let him sleep in your bed and you scratch him behind the ears. You even knitted him a sweater!*
Azriel winced, feeling his embarrassment and mortification rising even further.Â
"That...thats not important," he mumbled, feeling like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting from embarrassment. "The shadows...they have a habit of exaggerating things. Just...please, don't take them too seriously. I'm not expecting you to treat me like a cat, I swear."
Sky looked at him, then at the Shadows, then at Azriel again. She seemed to be lost in thought, clearly trying to decipher what the shadows meant.
"You..You want your masâŠmaster to be treâŠtreated...well?" Sky finally asked the shadows, her tone of voice serious. "You pickâŠpicked me because I...be..because I was nice to my cat?" she asked them curiously.
*You are so kind,* the shadows said softly. And so pretty. And we knew you would treat Master well and wouldn't judge him.*
Sky blushed at the compliment.
Azriel felt a sense of relief wash over him as the conversation shifted away from the whole "cat" thing. He had to admit, the shadows were right. Sky had been nothing but kind and considerate towards him since they met, and he was grateful for that. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.
"Look...I apologize for the shadows' behavior," he said to Sky, his voice soft. "They can be a bit...blunt, sometimes."
"IâŠI unâŠunderstand where they are comâŠcoming from," she said nearly thoughtfully. "They just...want to see you hapâŠhappy?" she said carefully and he nodded.
"Yes."
"Though theyâŠthey don't seem to have much of a sense of bounâŠboundaries," Sky said with a laugh. "You hid in my apartment didn't you?" she asked the shadows.
Azriel cringed as the shadows seemed to twirl in agreement. He had hoped that particular detail would have gone unnoticed, but he should have known better. Sky was too observant for her own good.
"Yes, they did," he admitted reluctantly. "I'm sorry about that. They...they have a tendency to go where they please."
Sky still mustered the shadows that were twitching in front of her
"IâŠI promâŠpromise to tâŠtreat your maâŠmaster well." Sky said seriously. "He's my mate."
Azriel felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The sound of that word coming from her lips made his knees weak.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them and taking her hands in his. "And I promise to treat you well too," he swore fervently.Â
"And I'llâŠIâll even knit him a sweaâŠsweater," Sky continued, looking at the shadows.. "IâŠI don't know if he likes TuâŠtuna, but I'llâŠbuy him some⊠sweets."
He couldnât help but laugh at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her that was almost overwhelming. "Sky," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "You don't have to do any of that for me. Just being with you is more than I could ever ask for.But...if you are willing to knit me a sweater, I surely won't say no to it," he added with a laugh. "And maybe you could try scratching me behind the ears too, just in case the shadows are right."
He meant it as a joke, but there was a part of him that was secretly delighted by the idea of her spoiling and doting on him. Maybe, just maybe, the shadows were onto something after all.
"And...who knows, maybe I'll develop a taste for Tuna," he added, grinning playfully. "As long as it's the fancy kind, that is."
He kissed her forehead gently, holding her close for a moment longer before finally pulling away. "But SkyâŠyou donât have to do all of thatâŠJust being with you is enough."
She smiled up at him, beautiful and blinding and he couldn't help but kiss her.
As his lips met hers, Azriel felt a wave of warmth and tenderness wash over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the shadows, not the world outside, nothing but her.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers as he caught his breath.Â
"YouâŠYou can absolutely sleep in my bed with me," she whispered. "Or I'll sleep in yours," she offered, a grin on her face... and that was all he needed to hear, as he picked her up again.
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How about Joshua with a s/o who always wears baggy clothes and doesnt feel attractive because she doesnt wear revealing ones ?
If u want to write it pls do it only if u are ok with it and feel inspired âĄâĄ
content: bf!joshua, established relationship, some talk about insecurities, fluff, etc.
wc: 605
a/n: so sorry i took so long to write this!!
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"hey, babe, have you seen my shirt? you know, the grey one with the loose neck? i thought i- oh."
"huh? what was that?", you asked as you took out an earbud, turning to look at the boy who'd been trying to call your attention.
chuckling, he rounded the kitchen island to reach your side, hands practically attaching to your waist like magnets as he aided you in removing the other earbud, placing both on the counter next to you.
"i was just wondering where my band tee went, but i think i have my answer," he chuckled, pressing a sweet peck to your temple.
"oh, fuck. sorry, josh. do you want it? i can go change," you went to disconnect from him, but he wasnt having it, instead nuzzling his head on your shoulder.
"hm. it smells of my cologne still," he said almost to himself, "you don't have to take it off. i like you in my clothes," he reassured.
you could only scoff.
"your clothes are baggy on me. just like all my other clothes. what difference does it really make?"
joshua shrugged, "just like knowing you're wearing something of mine. you're style's cute. you're cute."
"flattery will get you everywhere, hong," you laughed.
it was one of those nice, domestic moments that occurred every so often. you basked in it, enjoying it before the two of you went back to your regular days.
it wasn't until later that you started to think about what you'd said to joshua earlier.
you did have a tendency to wear baggier clothes. hell, there really was no difference between wearing something of his and a piece of your own. it was incredibly rare for you to show skin or any sort of silhouette, and those instances were really reserved for nights too warm to handle in which you had to opt for some shorts and a tank top.
but even then, you went for looser ensembles. clothes that showed your figure were never really your forte.
you couldn't help but wonder if this ever bothered josh. would he have preferred if your style varied more? what if he thought of you as a prude? maybe he-
"what's got you thinking so loud?", the boy in question interrupted your inner turmoil.
you hadn't realized as you sat in front of your vanity, face wash in hand and still unused, that you'd frozen in place as you thought. his presence in the restroom hadn't registered until he spoke.
"just, uh," you pondered as to whether or not to voice your concerns, but his compassionate smile reflecting on the mirror made you decide, "i was thinking that maybe you'd like it better if i dressed differently? you know, maybe show more skin?"
you voiced it as a question, insecurities building in you as you sought a direct expression of his preferences.
"are you kidding? i like how you dress. and it's not really something that bothers me. you're comfortable and you're beautiful. it's a win-win situation for me," he kind of chuckled as he spoke, finding your question very sudden and unnecessary.
"oh."
you felt a bit dumb now.
"has this been worrying you? you know i'm like obsessed with you, right? you could wear a trash bag and i'd still be as obsessed," he joked, closing in on you similarly to how he'd done earlier in the day.
he finished his statement with a kiss pressed to your lips, humming when you kissed back.
"this just gives me free reign of your closet. i hope you know that," you jested.
"baby, i'm rich. take whatever you want."
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen oneshot#svt reactions#seventeen reaction#joshua oneshot#joshua imagines#joshua x reader#joshua fanfic#joshua scenarios
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Rafe was so hot this season. Need more of him plsss Can you do Topper sister reader getting caught touching herself and then they start sexting and she ask him to fuck her? reader is 18, of course!
I have a few more Rafe requests in the work. Please keep them coming, I miss this man (and JJ!!)
Warnings: 18+, smut, brotherâs best friend, sexting, daddy kink, protected p + v,Â
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Rafe never bought your sweet and innocent bullshit you put up in front of people. He knew that under your appearance, under the preppy clothes, the big doe eyes and the angelic laugh, you were anything but innocent.Â
Him and Topper have been friends for over ten years, and have been hanging out almost everyday. He watched you grow two feet taller, and when your little girl body turned into a womanâs. He saw you. He studied you.Â
It wasnât until that afternoon the boys came back from the golf course that Rafe had his confirmation. Topper told him to use your bathroom since the main one was being reconstructed, thinking you werenât home, but when Rafe walked into your room, he saw you naked on your bed, humping your pillow. It wasnât just any pillow. It was the one with the face on it â a pillow pet, you had called it. The nose of the turtle was rubbing perfectly on your clit, drawing out the softest whimpers and mewls.Â
He watched for a few seconds in silence as you rocked down on the pillow back and forth, a smirk curling on his lips.Â
ââHaving fun here?ââ he said in a teasing tone, snapping you out of your bubble.
ââWhat the fuâââ You turned around, startled, and saw Rafe standing in your doorway. ââRafe! What are you doing in my room?ââÂ
ââJust needed the bathroom,ââ he explained. His eyes trailed down your body, seeing it for the first time. ââDidnât know you were busy.ââ
You threw a plushie at him, hitting him square in the chest. ââGet out!ââÂ
Rafe laughed and obeyed, closing the door behind him. ââIf you want to do some naughty things and not get caught, you should lock the door.ââÂ
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Since that afternoon, Rafe couldn't help but shift his eyes to you whenever you were around. Now that he knew what was underneath the skirts and girls tops, his imagination had free rein. He was careful, though, making sure your brother never caught on âTopper would kill him if he knew the things he was thinking about you. He made it crystal clear to Rafe and Kelce: you were off-limits.
You didnât care about your brotherâs rule though. Rafe was your brotherâs hot best friend. Every girl in Kildare was begging to get in his pants â and now you got it too. But it didnât cross your mind until the other day when he walked in your room. Maybe it was because youâd always known him, seen him as a kind of second big brother. But now? That image had changed, and there was no going back.
One evening, Rafe was hanging in his bedroom, ready to go out with nowhere to go since Kelce had bailed on him for a Tinder hook up. The asshole. Rafe was annoyed, but there was nothing he could say to make Kelce choose beers over sex. To be fair, He would choose sex too. Â
He had texted Topper, but he was at Ruthieâs, which meant Rafe was completely on his own tonight. Heâll probably smoke a bit of weed and watch some porn later, a cozy evening. But Wheezie was still home and Rafe promised her he had quit smoking.Â
As he waited, his phone buzzed on his bed where he left it. Rafe picked it up, confused when he had received a picture from an unknown number. It was a faceless girl in a delicate sheer pink cami, and her tits looked fantastic. He frowned as he typed âwhoâs that?â. Must be a mistake.
A reply came five seconds later.
You: You donât recognize my tits Rafey?
Instantly, he knew it was you. It was a nickname you gave him when you were younger. No one but you called him that â Rafey.Â
Rafe: How did you get my number?
You: Stole it from Topâs phone đ€
Rafe: Naughty girlÂ
You: Did you like it?
Rafe: Like what?
You: My pic! đž
You: [picture attached]
It wasnât the same picture. Not exactly. This time, your sheer cami was pulled up and your tits were completely out.Â
Rafe cursed and ran a hand through his hair. How did that happen? It was clear that you sent this picture with the intention of initiating something with him. But why was this happening now? What made you go and send him a picture of your tits tonight? You never flirted with him before, or showed signals that you were interested.Â
He reached down to rub himself over his pants as he typed a reply.Â
Rafe: Fuck those are nice đ„”Â
You: Theyâre coldâŠđ§âïž Can you come warm them up?Â
Rafe had to do a double take when he read your message to make sure he hadnât misread it. Can you come warm them up? It was right there on his phone screen. He looked down at his pants, tented and tight, and groaned. He wasn't sure if he should go through with this or not. Did he want to go to you? Absolutely. Should he break his best friendâs trust for a good fuck?Â
Rafe: As long as you warm me up too.Â
He sent a picture of his tented pants, which he was incredibly hard under.
You: Waiting for you đÂ
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When he arrived, Rafe turned off the truckâs headlights and made sure the neighbors didn't see him. The lady that lived in front of the Thornton house was a country club member and loved to spread gossip around. It wasnât unusual for him to be at the Thorntonâs, but Topperâs truck was not in the driveway.Â
The last thing he needed was her spying through her curtains.Â
You were sitting on your bed in a pair of panties your mom didnât know you owned and your pink cami, waiting for Rafe to show up. Tannyhill was seven minutes away, he shouldnât be long.
ââHi, Rafey,ââ you greeted with the most innocent smile and doe eyes.
Rafe shook his head, tsking. ââUh, uh. Donât play that game with me.ââÂ
Your lips curled into a smile. ''Took you long.''
He rolled his eyes. ââWhatâs the hurry? Are your parents coming home soon?ââÂ
You shook your head. ââIâm just so fucking horny.ââÂ
Rafe laughed out loud. He never heard you speak like that, so raunchy and bold.Â
You stood on your knees and lifted your cami off, leaving you topless. Your nipples were peaked and pretty, as if greeting Rafe. ''Are you gonna come and warm them up?''Â Â
No need to ask twice. Rafe pulled you onto his lap and put his large hands on you, groping and playing with your tits. His calloused fingers kneaded into the soft flesh expertly. He found your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, causing you to whimper at the sensation.Â
ââYou like when I give your tits attention, uh?ââ he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.
You nodded, shifting so your needy cunt would come in contact with Rafeâs rock hard erection. He noticed what you were trying to do, and a smirk played on his lips before he attached them to your neck.Â
ââCan't get enough?ââ Rafe asked between kisses. ââDidnât know you were such a needy little thing.ââ His hips rocked up into yours, grinding his thick cock against your clothed cunt.Â
The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making you whimper and cling to his shoulders. ââRafe.ââÂ
ââI'm going to fuck this sweet cunt until you can't walk straight,ââ he promised darkly, nipping over the sensitive spot where your pulse raced, making you gasp and arch into him.Â
Youâve thought a lot about Rafe touching you these past days. You knew from overheard conversations with the boys â and talks around the island â and that he was experienced, that he knew how to please a girl. He had a reputation. And goddamn he didnât disappoint.Â
One of his hands left your breasts to slide down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to rub over your folds...which were slick with arousal. Rafe groaned. ''Fuck, you're already soaked.'' He rubbed slow circles over your clit, feeling how swollen it had gotten. ''Did you grind on that turtle of yours before I arrived? Turtles are an endangered species or some shit, canât torture them like that.ââÂ
A laugh bubbled out. ââRafeâŠââÂ
ââWhat?ââÂ
ââDonât want you to make me laugh. Want you to fuck me,ââ you said, looking right into his blue eyes.Â
Rafe raised an eyebrow, holding your gaze. ââYou want my cock, babygirl? Want me to fill this pussy up real good?ââ His fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance before pushing inside.Â
Your walls clenched around him.Â
ââRafeâŠââ you whined again.Â
ââOkay, okay.ââ He kissed your jawline sweetly, then removed his hand from your panties and swiftly stripped them down your legs. ââMight keep these as a keepsake,ââ he joked, holding your lacy thong. Â
If you hadnât been so horny, you would have argued with him to get it back â you didnât have many and you really liked this pair â, but all you could think about was the beast in Rafeâs pants pounding into you and making you scream. He could get you on your fours like a dog or fold you like a little pretzel if he wished.Â
You just needed him.
You reached for his belt and worked to unbuckle it, but Rafe pushed you back and told you to bend over your vanity. His request surprised you, but you complied. The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver. You never tried that position before.Â
You could hear the sound of Rafe undressing â the rustling of fabric, the undoing of a zipper and the clinking of his belt buckle on the floor. You wanted to look at him â at his cock, more precisely â, but he was already behind you, a hand on your back, making you lean down lower, and nudged your legs further apart.Â
The air leaked out of your lungs in a squeaky rush when he pressed the tip, gently tearing through your tight walls. The sensation had you gripping the edge of your vanity.Â
ââYou okay, baby?ââ he asked with genuine concern in his voice.Â
You nodded. ââY-yeah.ââÂ
Once the first uncomfortable thrusts passed, you forgot about the initial pain and felt the pleasure flow through your body. Rafe gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft skin as he picked up pace. The vanity creaked, a rhythmic beat that matched your increasingly frantic movements.
Your tightness enveloped him like a vice as he pounded into you mercilessly. Christ, you felt incredible. Each deep stroke dragged a gasp from your lips, and he reveled in the sounds of pleasure you made.
''You feel so fucking good, baby,'' he grunted, gripping your hips and digging his fingers into your soft flesh. ''Is this what you wanted when you stole my number through Topper's phone? For me to fuck your tight cunt?''Â
Tears were pricking your eyes, your mouth hanging open while wanton sounds kept spilling out. ''Yes, Daddy!'' you uttered out.
The word slipped without noticing, sending a jolt straight to Rafeâs cock, making him throb inside you. ââThat's it, baby,ââ he growled, even more turned on. ââLet Daddy know how much you love being fucked.ââ
He pistoned into you harder, the force causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust. The obscene slapping of skin against skin echoed through the room, adding to the soundtrack of your other sounds. It looked like a scene straight from a spicy booktok romance.
Rafe brought a hand around your neck, forcing you to look up. âLook at yourself.â
You lifted your eyes to the reflection in the mirror. It was a view that was erotic. Seeing yourself nude and flushed along with him, and feeling it at the same time was nearly mesmerizing. The look on your face was hazy, strained, and blissful, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. You locked eyes with Rafe through the mirror, and he kissed below your ear.
Behind you, sweat was sticking to Rafeâs smooth chest, but he didn't slow down. He must have really good stamina. You locked eyes with him through the mirror, and he kissed below your ear.Â
ââAre we putting on a good show?ââ he asked, his voice hoarse and low. His words made your cunt clench around Rafe like a vice. He threw his head back with a groan, his whole body tightening. ''Fuck, you're gonna cut my blood flow if you keep squeezing me like that.''
You wanted to stop, but you couldnât. You had lost all control of your body, gasping and clenching and rutting hard against Rafe until you came with a drawn-out moan. You shivered through your orgasm and Rafe's steady thrusts.Â
When he started to shake, you swallowed hard and found your voice. ââCome on, Rafey. Fill me up. Cum deep in my pussy, Daddy!ââÂ
That pushed him over the edge, his whole body spasming, cock forced all the way in and filling up the condom. Your chest heaving, trying to catch a breath as he rode out the high, grunts and groans leaving his lips.Â
You've never heard anything sexier.Â
When he was finished, Rafe pulled out and stepped back, leaving alone on your wobbly legs. You started to lose balance, and quickly grabbed the vanity's edge.
ââShit, you good?ââ Rafe asked, his tone hovering between concern and smug satisfaction.
You gave a small nod. You just needed to sit.Â
His eyes scanned slowly down your body. ''Fucked you that good, uh?'' he said with a smirk, teasing.Â
You shot him a playful glare, going to sit on your bed. ââFuck you, Cameron.ââÂ
Rafe laughed as he removed and tossed the condom in your trash. ââJust did, Princess.ââÂ
God. Could he be more exasperating?
He checked on the way back, reading something that made him frown. ââEh, I gotta go.ââ
ââNow?! We just fucked.ââÂ
Although this was a casual fuck and that itâs usually how it ends, you didnât want him to leave right after. You didnât expect him to cuddle, but you had hoped he would stay a little. To talk or watch something on Netflix.Â
Rafe dressed quickly, explaining that Wheezie needed to drive her to her friendâs house because Roseâs car was not starting.Â
Before exiting your room, he called your name. ââYou sound so pretty when you cum.''
Your cheeks flushed and you hid your face with a pillow. ''Rafe...''Â
The corners of his lips curved into a smug smile. He wasnât done. ââOh, and I liked when you called me Daddy. It's hot.''
â
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secret admirer part twenty-five
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That morningâŠ
Eddie it really sucks that youâre the only you other than the fact that two eddies would be amazing on itâs own, i realized that you donât know how it feels to have your attention itâs so intense dude youâre so intense in the best way, of course i can only hope that i get to experience that feeling more in the future maybe in the present, too p.s. i got your book again yesterday, hereâs hoping second timeâs the charm -H
Yesterday, Eddie thinks, he should have been more present and paid attention to what Hâs note said. Heâd sort of gone into tunnel vision when heâd been - however jokingly - accused of not understanding one of his books. It kind of made him wish for the first time that he could talk back. Heâd contemplated just walking up to Hagan during lunch, but decided not to. He wouldnât want to make anyone suspicious of the guy, no matter how much of an asshole he tends to be to everyone else. Eddie just isnât that kind of person.Â
The audacity of a jock whoâs admitted to only reading books for school - and for Eddie - to allege that Eddie needs to read a book more than once in order to understand it.Â
Has he read all of his favorite books more than once? Yes, but thatâs only because theyâre his favorites!
And does he notice something new nearly every reread? Also yes, but he chooses to believe thatâs what Tolkien intended. Itâs like a scavenger hunt of foreshadowing and little things to get excited about even when you know the ending.Â
Anyway, Eddie is decidedly less preoccupied today and heâs been wondering what book H is reading.
His curiosity leads him to venture into the schoolâs library before he heads to the lunchroom.Â
He tries to recall which books heâd checked out the last couple of months. Once heâs compiled his mental list, he tracks them down one by one. Eddie checks the card thatâs in a pocket inside the front cover of each book on the off chance that Haganâs name is logged on any of them - itâs not.Â
Eddie does find it interesting, though, to see a pattern in a few of the names he does see. Those that pop up multiple times are mostly people he recognizes from Hellfire.
He slowly eliminates each book until heâs left with one thatâs not on the shelf. The Return of The King. The last book in the The Lord of the Rings series.Â
Most staff - like the students - at Hawkins High arenât very happy when they see Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson approaching them. The school librarian isnât one of them, though. Eddieâs been traipsing through this library for the better part of four years.Â
Before heâd procured his prickly personality and style as a defense mechanism to the hostile environment of high school in rural Indiana, Eddie found shelter among the creaky furniture, shelves lined with books, and Ms. Hewitt.
Sheâs seen his sorry face more times than you can count and has always greeted him with a smile. Today is no different.Â
He asks her about The Return of the King.
âSomeone beat yaâ to it. Nice young man, he was.â
And while Eddie wouldnât necessarily refer to Tommy Hagan as nice, he would for H.Â
Eddie thanks and bids her farewell and then heâs off to lunch.Â
Heâs still having trouble conflating Hagan and his better half as the same person.Â
So, H read the last book of an already complicated series without any backstory. No wonder he was so fucking confused. Eddie laughs to himself just imagining it. Against his better judgment, heâs hopelessly endeared.Â
Heâs late to lunch, but itâs not as if he was planning on paying for what the school thinks passes for food, anyway.Â
When he takes his seat at the head of the table, Jeff places an apple from his homemade meal in front of him without even looking his way or pausing his debate with Gareth (the freshman whoâd flipped Eddieâs world upside down by unknowingly revealing Hâs identity as the one and only Tommy fucking Hagan).
Eddie absentmindedly munches on the fruit as he takes up his usual lunchtime hobby of gazing at a certain jockâs table. He finds it sort of odd when Harrington - Steve - forces Hagan to play musical chairs or some shit, but Eddieâs not intrigued enough to care, really. He does catch sight of Haganâs red face and clenched jaw, though. If he didnât know any better, heâd think the guy was pissed.Â
The change of seats provides Eddie with something more worthwhile to look at, so heâs not complaining. Steve seems in high spirits, and Eddie feels his own mood brighten in return.
When their shared elective comes along, Eddie finds himself jittery as he awaits the boyâs arrival. It makes him feel sort of silly, but not enough to lessen the excitement when Steve finally arrives.
The jock takes his seat between Eddie and Carol and turns to greet the latter.
âCarol, Robin.â
âSteve,â the girls say simultaneously without looking in his direction at all. Eddie doesnât pretend to know whatâs going on there, and he honestly doesnât want to.
Steve then turns to his left to face Eddie, and the last thing he needs is to be limited to the same dry conversation - if you could even call it that - so he cuts him off once he starts.
âEd-â
âSteven Harold Harrington III. How now?â Eddie has never been the best at English accents, but he figures it gets the point across just fine.
Steveâs face splits into a grin before he forces his expression into a stoic one. He continues to adopt the most heinous English accent Eddie has ever heard - including his own. âThatâs His Majesty Steven Harold Harrington III to you, Edwin,â he says snottily.
Eddie canât help but break into his own grin. Never mind the fact that Eddieâs name isnât fucking Edwin, but Edward. Few people embrace his antics, let alone engage in them.Â
Eddie is so gone on this boy. He was kidding himself thinking he could stay away.Â
Steve Harrington might just be the end of him.
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"pilates princess" a changbin oneshot by @cosmicalily
author's note: i was talking to @thevampywolf this morning about how there's a proper lack of changbin fluff fics on tumblr atm and i decided to make it my mission of the day to change that! i absolutely love binnie, he's the silliest, sweetest guy and i was thinking of how to blend his gym obsession with his adorable personality, and a (very much so in love) pilates princess was born!!
Seo Changbin did not have time for girls.
According to his roommate, Han Jisung, his one and only true love was the gym, where he spent almost every spare second of his day. His diet consisted of protein powder, chicken breasts, green smoothies and instant ramen. He only drank cold brews with absolutely no sugar, because he couldnât stand sweet things.Â
He was pretty quiet and some would say intimidating. Didnât say a lot, didnât do a lot.
But now, watching you, he felt something different. He felt strange. He felt soft.
Changbin looked over at you curiously from the bench press, pausing to catch his breath for a moment as you stretched your body like a cat, toes pointed, shoulders straight.
Dressed in a pale pink sports bra with a matching long-sleeved ballet wrap and black leggings, to say you looked a little out of place in a predominantly male gym was an understatement. Your hair was pulled back with a ribbon, a sticker-decorated drink bottle by the side of your mat and an iced milky-green drink beside it.
You breathed slowly, stretching your arms forward and touching your toes before sitting straight, cocking your head at your one-man audience.
âWhy are you watching me?â you wrinkled your nose in disgust, self-consciously placing a hand over your chest. âIâm here for the exact same reason as you, itâs not my fault the girlsâ dorms donât have a gym.â
Changbin flushed. âIâm sorry. It probably seemed creepy, fuck, itâs not, I promise. Iâm just . . . curious. What were you doing? Iâve never seen anyone exercise like that. Everyone who comes in either beats the shit out of the boxing bag or lifts.â
âPilates,â you smiled, looking less uncomfortable. âI got my instructing licence a bit ago, but the place I teach at is only open in the mornings. So if Iâve had an early class or lecture and want to work out in the afternoon, I have to come here. Trust me, I wouldnât be here voluntarily. You guys are gross.â
He pouted. âIâm not. Iâm cute.âÂ
âYeah, sure you are, princess,â you chuckled, taking a sip from the green drink. You noticed him looking at it. âItâs matcha, do you want some?â
âFuck no, my friend said that tastes like grass,â Changbin shook his head furiously.
You laughed at him, inching the cup closer to him. âCâmon, try a sip. Youâll like this one, itâs sweet. I always get vanilla in it since I canât stand bitter drinks.â
He very cautiously leaned forward, looking at you carefully in case you recoiled when he pressed his lips on the straw. You didnât, seeming less and less shy by the second, watching him eagerly as he swallowed.
â...and the verdict is?â you prompted.
âWhere can I get my own?â
Jisung looked around Changbinâs room in shock, eyes comically wide as he took in his surroundings. Sure, it had been a week while heâd been staying with his parents, but surely Changbinâs life hadnât changed so . . . drastically? Or had he somehow been invaded by some kind of pink fairy?
A pale pink sports bra lay strewn on Changbinâs bed, accompanied by a pair of soft grey flared leggings and a drink bottle. There was a handbag too, with ribbons and cute fluffy keychains, all belongings that most certainly were not his. But there were slightly more permanent looking changes, too. A pink MyMelody sticker on Changbinâs previously pristine laptop. A little beaded bow charm on his duffle bag. Two polaroids pinned above his bed; one of a girl making a kissy face, another of her with Changbin, pinching his cheek as he beamed at her adoringly.
Did Seo Changbin have a girlfriend?
And why wasnât she a black-donning, gym obsessed weirdo like he was?
âOh hi, Ji, youâre back!â Changbin smiled wide, something that Jisung swore he had never seen in all his time being his roommate. Or at least, not for a very long time. But Changbin had a whole different air about him; his body, although still buff, didnât seem as tense as it usually was. His brow wasnât furrowed and there was colour in his cheeks. And, for the love of God, had he blow dried his hair?
Jisung smiled back. âHey, Bin. What are you drinking? New protein powder?â
âItâs a vanilla matcha, you should try it,â he handed it to Jisung, who took a tentative sip then stared, open-mouthed in shock.
âThatâs . . . sweet.â
âNo shit,â Changbin laughed at him, thumping his friend on the back. âItâs good, right? Y/N introduced me to them.â
Jisung handed it back, still suspicious that the real Seo Changbin had been abducted and that the man in front of him was a secret twin. âOh, nice. Is that her stuff in your room?â
âSure is,â a sweet voice chuckled from behind Changbin. A petite girl flew through the door, wrapping her arms tight around Changbinâs waist. âIâm Y/N, Jisung. Itâs nice to finally meet you! Binnieâs told me so much about you two.â
Jisung raised an eyebrow. âAnd youâre . . . ?â
âSheâs my girlfriend,â Changbin said proudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âYeah, but heâs the babygirl. Everyone knows that,â you rolled your eyes playfully. âHeâs a pilates princess now, Jisung, Iâve converted him. Surprised he wasnât doing it earlier; itâs very him, you know.â
Jisung blinked slowly, taking in the sight in front of him.
âSeo Changbin? A princess?â he mumbled.
âSure I am,â Changbin shrugged, and Jisung promptly fainted in shock.
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MASTERLIST | Basketball Player!Rafe & Model!Female Reader
*This is during the seventh chapter + if you see mistakes then don't mind em, i'll fix it tomorrow.*
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coupleofnews Rafe Cameron Engaged to Model Y/N Y/L/N: A Surprise Announcement
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username01 YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME???
username02 I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD CHEER CRY BC MY MAN IS OFFICIALLY TAKEN
username03 IM CONVULSING ON THE FLOOR AS WE FUCKING SPEAK
username04 @/username03 SAME BFF SAME
sza Congratulations to the cutest đ©·đ I wish you two the best. It's so good to see such a powerful, beautiful, talented and sweet WOC cuff a white man. Rooting for y'all đ§žđ«ą
username05 @/sza MOM GET OUT OF IG AND RELEASE THAT ALBUM
username06 anybody think it's weird đ€Ż
username07 @/username06 No your right. It's too soon. I'm sure she forced him
coupleofnews @/username07 You're** if you wanna drag someone at least do it right
username08 it's not even be a month since they've been tgt and they alr getting married?? bitch me too
username09 i know damn well they've been tgt for a while
username10 @/username09 exactly đ cause ain't no way YN would get married so easily
username11 does YN and Rafe know this?
coupleofnews @/username11 Your ass is about to know something else
username12 @/coupleofnews PLEASE đ COP don't play abt her infos
yn_updates coupleofnews js know that if ure lying ... đȘ
coupleofnews @/yn_updates NO HO IM SO SERIOUS ABOUT THIS!!!!
username13 @/coupleofnews how did you even get that info
coupleofnews @/username13 Someone in YN's entourage said it to me
username14 @/coupleofnews W H A T
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username01 MAMA U SO FCKING FINE
username02 face so crazy i might switch lanes
username03 how are you pretty funny kind and perfect
username04 aren't you at a event rn
ynmodelz @/username04 ... okay stalker âïž
username05 the way she's bagging every pretty white men on this earth
username06 @/username05 rafe, elordi, mescal, chalamet and that one sexy ex
aishapatel girl kissing right now in my bed
username07 @/aishapatel AISHA YN REVIVAL OMG LIFE IS SO GOOD
ynmodelz @/aishapatel breakup with your husband first âčïž
jjmaybank @/ynmodelz every time i catch on instagram you're gay-ing
username04 IM BACK AND YOURE GETTING MARRIED?????
username08 I NEVER DOUBTED U YN!!! I KNEW U COULD CUFF RAFE UP
username09 u must be a magician of some kind to cuff RAFE CAMERON
arianagrande congrats to you lovie âïžđâš
sza So happy for you! Wishing you the best
kiaracarrera face card so insane i want you right now
bellahadid Ohmygod YN â€ïž I miss you and congrats on the engagement â€ïž
username10 @/bellahadid missing the days where yn and bella would vlog their day before a runway đ
username11 she must have forced him. why did he pick a brown girl
username12 @/username11 He wanted to be woke for sure
username13 @/username11 how could he pick her when chiara is right in front of him
aishapatel @/username13 so pathetic i started laughing at yall
tyla Invite me to the wedding please sister đ€
username14 every time i see her she's getting skinnier and smaller
username15 GIRL UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE WHAT I HEARD
username15 SOMEONE SNITCHED ON U
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username01 NOBODY LOVES THEM LIKE I DO
username02 the first pic represents them so well
username03 @/username02 i love how she's always rolling her eyes at him
username02 @/username03 and he eats that shit up for breakfast
username04 the way he kept his hands on her ALL NIGHT is pretty insane
username05 i love when pretty people are in relationships
username06 Im so obsessed with them
username07 HE MET AISHA!!! OH ITS SO SERIOUS YALL! THEYRE HAVING BABIES
username08 @/username07 what do u mean?
username09 @/username08 Aisha used to meet YN's bfs all the time until she stopped.... it's been years and now she's meeting him.
username10 @/username08 she also said on live that she wasn't going to meet and be friendly w any of them if she didn't see a future between yn and the person
username11 he's a bad boyfriend. he's not checking on her
username02 @/username11 huh?
username11 @/username02 she's clearly suffering and he's not doing anything
topper YN Cameron... I can't believe it đł
username12 NOW WHO SNITCHED
username13 @/username12 what if i said chiara?
username14 @/username13 but how would she even know
username07 @/username14 she's white and pretty... that tells you everything
username15 and i just know she makes him giggle and kick his feet
username16 and I just know YN sends him 1000 memes
username09 and I just know they make playlist and pinterest boards about themselves (YN's idea)
username17 and i js know that when they argue they use Aisha to communicate "Rafe asking if you're okay"
username18 oh and i know she stops him from doing smth stupid every time with a "babe, no" and then he pouts đ„șđ„ș
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Hi all, it's been a minute... Work has been really rough. I promise I haven't disappeared again. Here's this.
Where is each brother + Dateables favorite place to... connect with Mc.
Gn!Mc, Smut warning, bad grammar, take a shot every time breeding is mentioned, food porn for Beel.
Why am I at work for 12 hours???
Thank you, Beyonce, for providing me with this phone to write. She's my ghost writer if anyone asks. If her lawyers ask, this is a joke.
Lucifer ă His study
âWith under the desk support from Mc all his stress is magically gone.
âNo one bothers him when he's in his study, meaning hours... and I mean hours could go past and no one would question why he's in there so long.
âWould test Mc's limits, having them cock warm him as he finishes his last bit of work. Don't think that Mc is the only one being teased. Lucifer has always been able to focus on one thing at a time but with Mc there? Forget it. 'How would Mc look bent over there, How about on my desk, or right in front of the door for his brother's to hear MC is all his for the night'
âMc giving him head while he's trying to have an important conference call.
âHaving Mc lay on the couch exposing their filled holes threatening to drip out while he finishes his work.
âHe has some things in his office for Mc like a designated drawer for Mc that only Mc and Lucifer can access like rope, towels, a change of underwear, some toys for Mc to use while Lucifer is busy.
Mammon ăHis car
âTwo things that he loves.
âHis favorite thing is to recieve head while driving. He enjoys edging and pushing himself as far as possible until he has to pull over. He wants to pull over because he wants to be milked until he's weak.
â He would want to drive while pounding into Mc.He would never be able to drive without Mc again without having to pull over and masturbate to the idea of Mc being there.
âMammon likes to convince Mc to go run an errand with him just for them to both to come back disheveled. Mammon doesn't want anyone to see Mc in that way and doesn't want anyone to hear them so he'll find a few places.
âOnce Mc did a nude photo shoot in Mammons car and those photos will always remain in his empty wallet.
âMammon hates messes in his car but he so his seats have waterproof covers for certain reasons...
Levi ăAnywhere with water
âListen water can make you feel weightless. Since water is his strong suit he knows how to control water and make sure Mc doesn't drown.
âBeach trips normally involve Mc and Levi leaving for a swim and not coming back for hours. Mc would think the sand would get everywhere but devildoms sand is so much different.
âLevi loves sneaking into the shower while Mc is showering. Sometimes, he just loves to watch Mc. He especially gets turned on if Mc doesn't notice he's there watching. He slowly strips as he walks into the shower with Mc, only startling them for a second. He loves taking the shower head and putting it on sensitive places of Mc's increasing water pressure the more sensitive Mc got.
â He loves "accidentally" spilling water on Mc while gaming together.
Satan ă Library
âKnowledge is power and just when he think he's read every book. There's a new series he can read. Once he met Mc it was a bit difficult to focus on both reading and Mc. He soon realized he can have it both.
âHaving Mc read to him while he fucks them. He would stop everytime Mc would stop. He just loved felling Mc tense as he stopped.
âAnother fun thing to him is that Mc would have to keep quiet since they were in a public place. The rush he got thinking of someone walking in on him having his cock rammed into the beloved Mc.
âHe keeps a list of books to the said that he thinks would sound a lot better with Mc's breathy moans. He also finds it as great stress relief. They would sneak into the library after hours so Mc could make as much noise as possible.
âSometimes when they're reading together Satan makes Mc wear a vibrating toy and silently turns it on and off when he pleases.
Asmo ăHis bedroom
âAsmo is an expert when it comes to connecting. His room has all the necessities. Sound proofing, toys, ropes, leashes, wax, towels, everything. He could give Mc a facial mask after giving them facial.
âTheres a mirror on the ceiling that is right above the bed, mirrors everywhere. If Mc was having a low confidence day he would cover up the mirrors or fuck Mc in front of them in every position to show them how hot they truly are.
âAsmo room also has a camera that follows sound so he can record whenever they are fucking but of course that involves being loud enough.
âSometimes Asmo will indulge in black coffee because he doesn't want to loose energy or stamina. He wants Mc to do so many things and make sure that Mc's mind is just full of how good they feel and how horny they are.
Beel ă Kitchen or bedroom
âDuh
âFood play. He loves nyotaimori/ namtaimori; Body sushi, Human tray. He loves to layout his favorite foods on Mc, keeping them as protected as possible. He also would love to fuck Mc with a certain things then eat them. Ie: Cucumber. He wants to see how much of the thick cucumber Mc could take, licking the cucumber in-between tries. Then proceeding to eat it after.
âHis fantasy would involve him coming down for a midnight snack and Mc is there surrounded by his favorite food. Mc being just as hungry for Beel as he is for them.
âEver since the few nights Mc slept on Beels bed. He's been hungry. Their smell is permanently embedded into the bed. He would want to fuck Mc in that bed. He would give Mc a lot of oral. Making sure to taste every drop of them.
âHe would to fill up Mc with his load to make sure Mc is as full as he is.Though he's very considerate Mc should expect a bit of soreness next day.
Belphie ă Attic
âA place to be by himself in a cozy bed Mc riding him as he's slowly woken up.
âThe attic is a quiet place. He normally dreams the most about Mc in this room. If anyone tries to interrupt their time together Belphie will quickly cum inside Mc and plug their hole with their underwear. He likes to see them squirm around at the discomfort of the underwear getting soaked with Belphie's juices.
âHe likes waking up Mc with him about to cum on their face. He also loves sleepy horny sex where they can't even tell what's where.
âBelphie is extremely possessive so everything is on his stuff. It's not because he's lazy It's because their sent keeps him calm and makes him want- actually NEED them.
âHe once used bedsheets to tie up Mc to the bed to overstimulate and exhaust them.
Solomon ă Anywhere and everywhere
âMc's room, his room, over here, over there, everywhere. Solomon is proud he scored the hottest human out there. He will fuck Mc when he wants wherever he wants. The idea of someone walking in on them makes him fuck Mcâs throat harder.
âOne of his favorite places is the empty classroom right next to an active classroom.
âHe admits to watching Mc change in their bedroom from an enchanted mirror he gifted them.
âHe loves to tease Mc while they are out. Together they can make a single trip turn into an 8 hour errands day. Once he had Mc pinned in an alleyway while feeling them up and giving them aggressive hickies. He walked away as if nothing happened and Mc weak knees would struggle to carry themselves.Mc would get so desprate that they would drag Solomon to another alleyway and they would be at it for at least an hour.
Diavoloă The balcony of the Castle or even hidden rooms
âHe loves to show what he can offer Mc besides he massive cock. Of course he's anxious to rule devildom but he will do what needs to be done. Mc grounds him. What he doesn't tell Mc is that it's practically impossible to see that balcony. He would never jeopardize Mc or anyone's respect. The balcony gives him time to think a time to feel and reflect. Making Mc feels good makes him feel good.
âHe loves exposing Mc's gaping hole towards the balcony. It shows everyone that only he can fill that hole.
âDiavolo is constantly hiding from Barbatos and he loves to drag Mc with him. Sometimes Diavolo forgets what rooms are in this huge castle so it's an adventure with Mc. Small rooms where Mc can barely move due to being pinned by Diavolo. He loves the rush of hiding and trying to be as quickly as possible. He wants to please every part of Mc.
âHe loves when Barbatos finds themsawsee and he awkwardly leaves while Diavolo continues.
Barbatos ă Mc's room
âHe wants Mc to be as comfortable as they can be. He enjoys giving Mc massages. Waiting on Mc hand and foot. He wants Mc as comfortable as possible.
âHe's more of a pleasure dom than anything. He gets off by just seeing Mc sprawled out on the bed shaking from pleasure. He could simply cum to the thought of it. It's private and quiet. He doesn't have to worry about anyone else except Mc. After he Mc into mush he'll be in the kitchen cooking them their favorite meal. Just to give them enough energy for a round two. He would snap photos of the exhausted Mc to keep for later just to stare.
âMc's room is also good for Barbatos because Diavolo won't bother him as much. Barbatos only uses his demon form when he wants to fill all of Mcs holes.
âAny messes made in the room he'll clean it up. Since he knows he'll be cleaning anything that happens to get dirty. He's into a lot of WAM (wet and messy) Mainly with saliva, cum, sweat. The more the better it shows him he's doing a good job at pleasing Mc.
Simeon ă Mcâs bedroom
âHe wants Mc to be comfortable. He's never really felt as calm and confident ever since meeting Mc. When Mc looks like they are calm it calms him. Simeon feels safe to sort of lose control. He's a tease outside of the bedroom but now he can actually act out everything he wants to do. By everything, he means everything. Everyday he thinks of a new way He could fuck Mc or even have Mc fuck him.
âMc's room feels familiar enough for the both of them. Of course it's a bit difficult when the brothers are home but that's when Simeon implements the quiet game. He slams himself into Mc and see how long it takes for Mc to almost give out.
âHe loves texting Mc to meet him in their room. He's just so excited to be able to show Mc he's not just an Angel. He can make Mc feel things that they have yet to feel.
âThey barely use the bed. Simeon likes to make sure there's a different position everytime. His mind is corrupted by how many positions or how many times can he make Mc cum that night.
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Set up by a baby-orc (Orcâs POV)
A/N: Hi there lovelies, I thought it would be really cute to see what he was thinking in this scene, so here we have it. (Part 1 here)
Orc!reader (POV) x fem!human || sfw, meet-cute, soulmates
When your big sister asked you to pick up her kid, you were more than happy to do so. You were the cool uncle and you had to maintain that status or your brother Inar would take that place, and you loved that big stupid dude, but you werenât against dirty play to be the cool uncle. Like showing up to the daycare and taking him to get ice cream. Even if your sister would hate you later for it.
You could sense your nephew inside, the line joining you wasnât as strong as the one linking you with your brothers and sisters, but it was enough to feel his happiness and alert him you were already there.
Your special hearing could pick up his fast steps as you heard a sweet voice asked: "Who?" He appeared through the door with a human woman and your breath got caught in your throat. She was the most beautiful woman youâd ever seen, her wide hips and voluptuous figure making your dick twitch in the most uncomfortable moment.
"My uncle!" Your favorite baby orc exclaimed, pointing across the patio directly at you.
If you thought she was beautiful before it was nothing like what you felt when she looked up and your eyes met. She looked amazed at you as she gaped in the tiniest way, making you gape back at her. And then it clicked, she was her. Your mate. The one youâve been waiting forever to meet. She was your fucking mate and you were gaping at her like a stupid orc.
She walked to you moving her hips, your nephew next to her talking excitedly about something you didnât comprehend. When she was standing right in front of you, you took a deep breath, her scent hitting you like a tidal wave. She smelled perfect, like the forest in the spring and your favorite food at the same time. She smelled so perfect you couldnât stop breathing in and out almost driving yourself to hyperventilation.
She looked down at your nephew, and you snapped out of your stupor.
âI told you she was human! Look! Look! Her skin is not green!â Your nephew sounded so excited you smiled down at him, his words making you blush as she giggled. Your heart skipped a beat, her laugh was the most amazing sound youâd ever heard.
âI can see that,â you said in a choked voice, almost too low. She squirmed in the tiniest way, but you were hyper-aware of every breath she took, every tiny movement of her delicious body. Your eyes were fixated on her as your brain filled with adoration and desperation. It was so intense it took your breath away.
Your nephew couldnât catch the tension in the air as he kept talking. âIsnât she pretty? She doesnât have tusks like me!â He said it like it was such a weird thing that you had to bite down on your lip not to laugh. He was so freaking cute.
âYours will grow eventually, though,â you explained, kneeling on the floor in front of him, you still towered over him but his little green face was closer to him when you said it. You looked at her and realized you were still a bit taller than her, even on your knees, and you couldnât avoid realizing how hard it would be to fit inside of her⊠But somewhat you knew she would take you better than any other creature on earth.
âThey will?!â Your nephew sounded so shocked by that information that you cursed internally because he should know that. Baby orcs should have that kind of information, fuck.
âYes, hon, yours will grow until they are as big as your uncleâs,â she explained, touching his head affectionately and making your insides go all gooey with appreciation.
She shivered almost imperceptibly, but you saw. You couldnât avoid staring at her frame in front of you, your insides turning and moving, asking you to get closer, to touch her, to claim her. But you couldnât. She was humans and humans didnât have the mating instincts orcs had. You would have to woo her first, explain everything and made sure she understood what it meant completely.
She looked around uncomfortably and you regretted being such a creep that couldnât stop staring at her. âI should go back to the kids,â she let out, looking at you and rapidly to the ground.
âYeah. Yes. I guess so.â He said as she walked a few steps backwards. But you couldnât let her go just like that, so your impulsive side won and you said: âIâll be seeing you again⊠thatâs a promise,â you knew you did good when you saw a big smile breaking in her gorgeous face. She didnât turn back, but you didnât care, her smile would keep you content for days.
You stared at her until she was at the door of the school, and when she turned around and her eyes caught you, your smile was so big she blushed and ran inside, making you chuckle as you took your nephew to the car, already planning how to woo her completely.
Youâd see her soon enough.
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đà§âïœĄË when rafe sees a precious little doll on the side of the road with a broke-down car, how can he resist out of the kindness of his heart offering her a ride? just a ride home, that's all...
or how trailerpark!angel!reader and rafe met!
warnings: use of the nickname pet & little one, reader! is eighteen-nineteen! bit of perv!rafe, barely proofread!
a/n: first time writing a rafe fic/blurb! im so excited, also this is based on this ask and thank you so much for sending something I really appreciated it and I hope u like it mwah! I would say you two meet in like early season 2 (right before the cross storyline) also for the format slight ib to others on here esp @rafesangelita (sorry for the tag!)
this was based off of this ask! which tysm i literally love requests and rafe and trailerpark!angel!reader is my new obsession <3
a small, meaningless kick was made to the tire while you huffed and groaned, putting two hands over your frustrated features as all you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
âpiece of shit,â you mumbled under your breath, kicking the tire once more, but immediately a whimper fell from your lips. the pain shot from your toe up to your spine. making you sniffle and tip-toe in pain. in your denim ruffle skirt, white socks, and pink converse, you sat down on the asphalt, on the side of the road, leaning against the side of your broken-down car.
she wasnât the best car, but she surely got you around most of the time. most of the time. it was a little volkswagen beetle, light pink in color, covered in so many stickers some wondered if it was passing inspection. it wasn't.
sitting with your head against the car for what felt like hours (it was maybe ten minutes), but spending even that on the side of a main road in kildare island was torture. especially with the beating sun late august provided.
rafe was speeding down the road on the way to play golf and get drunk with topper and kelce. âah shit, i donât know, man.â he said into his phone, holding it up with one hand; his voice gruff and confident, topper on the other line. âyou really think i wonât kick your ass today huh?â a smirk grew on his already smug expression.
letting out a short chuckle at toppers response, nothing anybody ever said meant more than a laugh to him. or that's what it used to be like anyway, his act wasn't together if anything, it was worse than it'd ever been. his father condemning him to disingenuous "discipline" to forget about the possible death of his golden daughter.
"the fuck?" he mutters into the mic, his voice laced with confusion. as he sees up ahead on the road, a pink car broken down, with the most precious thing sitting against it. a pout on the angels soft lips and the most defeated look in her eye. aw, you just fell right into my lap, didn't you? little angel.
your eyes glued on the pavement, your entertainment of watching a little ladybug try to make it to safety in the distance, was shortly interrupted.
a nice black truck coming into view it came to such a short stop it almost took your breath away, the breaks slightly screeching at the haste. a tire replaced the spot the ladybug once was.
you stood brushing the dirt and gravel off the backsides of your pale thighs, left bare by the short fabric of your skirt.
the man stepped out of the truck. he was tall, and the sleeves of his polo looked like they were about to burst at the seams, not able to contain the biceps beneath. his features strong and statue-like, his deep sea eyes hidden behind the curtain bangs that hung over his forehead. a grin that seemed too genuine, too good to be true.
you removed your heart-shaped sunglasses, placing them on top of your head to see him more clearly. your possible savior, but he was anything but.
he stepped a bit closer, seeing the state of her already pretty beaten car, "having some car trouble?" rafe asked as if he wasn't stating the obvious.
you pretended he wasn't either as you nodded, the frown only slight now but still on your lips as your eyes remained looking up into his.
"aw.. poor thing we can't have that, what happened?" his voice, a mockery of sympathy. as he inspected the piece of shit car she loved so much. his care coming from a place of ownership, of burning ache or want.
still, in slight shock, you hadn't answered him, following behind him as he reopened the hood like he owned the car. not even realizing you'd been rude and not replied till he spoke again. "little one, i can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." a heady mix of gentle and firm that made your mouth go dry and your head dizzy.
"oh- it's been on her last limb for like ever, i guess she finally called it quits... right on my way home." you said with a little sad laugh that rafe wanted to bottle the sound of and listen to on repeat. "and I really need to get home," you added fiddling with your fingers in front of you.
a sweet girl all out of options, rafe was so glad he was here to provide her with his help. "tell you what, I'll take you home and come back and fix this thing up for you, huh?" he offered, there goes his saturday plans he presumed. it'd be worth it. he told himself he'd make it worth it, with those shy eyes and the expression you carried like a lost puppy. you'd owe him he'd make sure to get something in return.
just like he figured, you shook your head. never wanting to accept such a grand favor. "I can't ask you to do that, I mean, I don't even know your name." nerves, curiosity, and a glint of something else tinged in your voice, so many wonders in that head as soon as his truck came to a stop for you. why? the only question running through your mind.
"It's rafe, can I help you out now?" his genuine grin turned almost smug at his own remark, brushing that bangs out his face, the effort pointless as they immediately fell back again.
you paused. picking at the already chipped white nail polish on your sore fingertips, a larger-rougher hand covered your own, stopping your movements with that firm gentleness he carried around her. you looked up at him, he was so much closer. the scent of some cologne that probably could pay your rent, and a tinge of smokey wood filled your senses.
"pet?" he questioned with an expecting tilt of his head, calling you that like it was the most natural thing in the world.
your body and mouth responding before giving another second for your brain or anxiety to think it over, you nodded. "can you please give me a ride home?" you hesitantly asked, it felt weird. getting help, and even asking for it felt foreign, he offered it so graciously like it was nothing.
looking down upon her, his grin turned genuine once again, his eyes seemed almost proud it was a soothing balm to her nervous heart. a rosy hue to her cheeks as his palm covered the side of her neck, making a few pats to the flesh before leading her to his truck.
you'd owe him. something he was sure you were ready for.
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Casually Cruel
Chapter 1: Cruel for the Sake of Cruelty
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: set in WandaVision 1.09. After Agatha's defeat, you beg Wanda not to brainwash her.
You'd told her that this was a horrible idea, but Agatha, ever stubborn, refused to listen, and now you were going to lose her, and you were too frightened to even cry about it.
"It'll be fine," she'd assured you, and, like a fool, you'd believed her.
Or rather indulged her for the bad feeling you'd had about this had never waned, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, or pretended to do so.
The Avenger, Wanda Maximoff, had created a hex of some sort that was insanely powerful. More powerful than anything you'd ever witnessed, and you've been dating Agatha Harkness for two centuries. More powerful than her.
It had, of course, gotten Agatha's attention.
She wanted this power.
And what she wanted, she got. She took.
She was going to do this with or without you, so you decided to come along, just in case. The entire plan reeked of danger, of tragedy; you weren't going to leave her alone if something were to go wrong. You were nowhere near her power level â no one was, or so you'd thought until now â but two witches were better than one.
Taking over some poor guy's house and mind-controlling him wasn't your idea of fun, even if he did have a hilarious name, but what was even less fun was the role Agatha had chosen for you as the two of you had blended into Wanda's weird sitcom universe.
The bratty, mouthy daughter.
"Absolutely not," was the first thing that had come out of your mouth, but she was adamant that that was how things had to be. Since she was fulfilling the nosy neighbor archetype, there wasn't much else to work with. Your choices were to either be her fake daughter or to not leave the house until this whole charade was over.
So, fake daughter, you were.
It took some time for you to pick up on the era-appropriate slang (so many years had passed since; you barely even remembered what you ate for dinner last night, let alone terminology from decades ago), but Agatha was a good teacher. She made sure your act was almost as perfect as hers.
You hated every moment of it, but getting to insult her while you were in character made up for it. You'd found Agnes telling you, in retort to your rudeness, that you're not too old to bend across her knee particularly amusing. That was the highlight of every day here, actually.
Though, usually, it was Agatha bent across your knee instead of the other way around. A barking dog who liked to get bit.
She ended up getting bit for real.
You'd tried to change her mind, tried to convince her it wasn't worth it, hell, had even offered sex in exchange for getting the hell out of here, but she was dead set on getting whatever power it was that Wanda Maximoff had.
Chaos magic, it had turned out.
Wanda Maximoff was the Scarlet Witch.
Agatha was so fucked.
You'd stayed out of the fight. Agatha had assured you she could handle it. All you had ro do was watch and admire her handiwork.
Instead, you almost ended up weeping.
Almost for you didn't dare let any tears fall lest you crumble to pieces right then and there.
Agatha was close to victory, but Wanda had outsmarted her. She had gotten the upper hand and had turned the tables, sucking Agatha dry of all the power she'd amassed over the centuries.
"Good girl," Agatha said as Wanda lowered her to the ground, near where you were standing.
On her knees, she looked pitiful, like a wounded puppy. All you wanted to do was scoop her up and hold her and never let her go. Never let anyone lay a hand on her again.
Yes, she had started the fight, and yes, she hadn't listened to you, but you couldn't be mad at her. Not for long. Not when she was so vulnerable, barely a step above a normal human.
It wasn't right.
It wasn't fair.
You supposed something like this was bound to happen eventually. She was bound to come across one who would wipe the floor with her and make her their bitch. You just didn't think it would happen now.
"So, what now?" Agatha asked, feigning nonchalance. Trying â and failing, desperately so â to put on as brave a face as she could, when you knew for a fact she was a mess on the inside. A mess you'd already started making plans to take care of. "You just gonna lock me up somewhere?"
Over your dead body.
"No. Not somewhere," Wanda said, disgustingly pleased with herself. "Here."
Agatha was confused, as were you. "Here?"
"Mmhmm. I'll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor."
Blood ran cold in your veins. She couldn't possibly be saying what you thought she was saying. She wouldn't do that. She couldn't.
She was a hero.
Heroes didn't kick people while they were down.
Heroes weren't cruel.
Agatha was mortified. "No. Please."
Your heart broke at how small, how utterly helpless she was. The Agatha you knew didn't beg. She didn't plead. She wasn't terrified to the bone.
She wasn't powerless.
"I'm sorry," Wanda said, even though she was clearly not.
Agatha called her out on it. "No, you're not. You're cruel."
Wanda ignored her, smirk proudly plastered over her mouth.
And people thought Agatha was a monster.
Unable to watch any further, swallowing the fear, the utmost despair that coiled inside you, you stepped in front of Agatha before Wanda could reach her. Your arms spread wide, covering her. Shielding her. Protecting her, if only momentarily.
"Wanda, please," you said, voice cracking.
Wanda didn't care. "Get out of my way."
A brave tear escaped down your cheek. "Please, don't do this. She's all I have."
"She should have thought of that before she tried to kill me," Wanda said coldly.
"Yes, she should have. She shouldn't have attacked you." She should have fucking listened to you. "That doesn't make doing this to her right."
As an alleged hero, she should know that.
There was defeating an enemy, and then there was torture.
Heroes didn't do that.
Not even you and Agatha did that.
Wanda scowled. "Doesn't it?"
So much for the esteemed hero.
Your eyes pricked with newly blooming tears. Your heart quickened. "Please. I promise you, she won't bother you again. I'll make sure of it."
"What makes you think your promises mean anything to me?"
"They may mean nothing to you, butâŠ" They meant everything to you. To Agatha. "I love her too much to lose her. She knows that. And she knows what's at stake now."
Wanda pondered on it for a moment. "Am I supposed to forget what she did to me?"
You did worse, you thought, but didn't dare say it out loud. She'd enslaved an entire town. Made them live through her nightmares. Stole their children away from them.
Nothing Agatha did to her could compare to the trauma she's inflicted on these people.
"No. You have every right to hate her," you said. "Please, just⊠don't take her from me. Please."
"You could keep her company here, if you want," Wanda said, threat clear in her voice.
She could brainwash you and Agatha together.
A chill shot through you, straight to the bone. "I've done nothing to you."
"You came here with her." Okay. Fair point. "If you want to stay with her," Wanda continued, "I can arrange that. It's your choice."
"Is that something you want your kids to see? Their mother torturing people?" you asked. Two could play this game.
"Leave my children out of this!" Wanda snapped.
You'd hit a nerve.
"You're involving them by doing this in front of them."
She looked back at her boys, huddled at their father's side.
"You tortured this entire town, and now you want to torture Agatha," you kept on, having gathered your last remnants of courage. Of hope that the woman you loved could still be saved. "With the town, at least it wasn't on purpose." Not from the beginning, anyway. "But doing it to her? That is on purpose."
Wanda turned back to you. Red rimmed her eyes, the same shade as her outfit. Tears threatening to break free.
"No child should see their mother do that," you told her.
Silence befell you as Wanda stared, first at you and then at the ground, lost in thought. Going through your words one by one. Trying to think back a suitable retort, but none were coming to mind.
She knew you were right.
God, you hoped she knew you were right.
You'd promised Agatha, a long time ago, that you would always have her back, and you intended to make good on it. You wouldn't let the Scarlet Witch lay another finger on her â not without a fight.
If she killed you, so be it.
At the very least, Agatha would know you were telling the truth. She would know that you weren't one of the people who would stab her in the back while promising her loyalty.
She would know that she was right to trust you.
Finally, without meeting your gaze, after what seemed like forever, Wanda said, "Get her out of my face."
You gasped. "You mean�"
"Get her out of here." She looked at Agatha cowering behind you, face contorted with venom. "I better not see you again. You know what's coming if I do."
A relief like you'd never felt before lifted off your shoulders. You were weightless, lighter than a feather.
Wanda was letting Agatha go. The woman you loved was going to be okay.
You'd managed to keep your word.
You didn't let her down.
Not wanting to waste another second, worried that Wanda was going to change her mind, you reached out for Agatha's hand and pulled her to her feet. Your arms were around her before she managed to steady herself, your magic sparkling, blooming from your fingertips. With a swift thought of, Up, you leapt up into the air.
Agatha held on to you like she never had before. For safety. For dear life. Her heart running marathons against your chest.
"It's okay," you told her as you flew higher, higher, higher, as far away as you could from this awful place. From the woman who'd almost taken her from you. "I got you. You're safe."
A circle opened up in the hex, a farewell gift from Wanda for the two of you. The final get-the-fuck-out.
You happily obliged. No hesitation, no looking back.
You never wanted to see her or Westview again.
"Y/NâŠ" Agatha said weakly. Meekly. So unlike her.
A wordless thank you.
It broke your heart.
"I love you. I hope you know that." You nuzzled the crook of her neck. Kissed her hair. "I'd do anything for you."
Even confront an unhinged witch with power alike that of a deity.
Agatha's grip on you tightened. I know, the gesture said. Me, too.
Though, going forwards, it was going to be up to you to make sure the two of you were safe. Until she got at least a tiny fraction of her power back.
You hoped you were up to the challenge.
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whoops my hand slipped and I banged out 1800 words of fix-it fic in like an hour. btw i think the Abby connection is dumb but I'm making it work.
Three years after reconciling with Buck, newly engaged to him, Tommy gets a phone call from a certain former dispatcher...who's just seen some interesting news via a Facebook Relationship Status post.
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(also on AO3)
To say that the phone call blindsided him would have been the understatement of the century.
He was just sitting at home watching the game, having a beer, minding his own business. Evan was on shift â must be a busy one, heâd only gotten two text messages all evening, one bitching about not having had time to eat dinner and the other about idiots who texted while driving.
His phone rang. Unknown number. Normally he wouldnât have picked up, but with all the wedding preparations, a lot of vendors were calling. It was a little late to be making business calls, just after 8 pm, but heâd quickly learned that business norms meant little in the wedding planning business. âHello?â
âTommy?â
âYes?â A womanâs voice. Familiar, but he couldnât place it.
Pause âYouâre marrying Buck??â A slightly hysterical note of disbelief entered the womanâs voice as she said the name.
And all at once, he knew who it was. Shit fuck motherfucker why didnât we get ahead of this one.
âAbby. UmâŠâ
âEvan Buckley? My ex-fiancĂ© and my ex-boyfriend are marrying each other?â
âSmall world, huh?â he said, going for levity.
âBuckâs not even gay!â
âNo, heâs not. Heâs bisexual.â
âIâmâŠokay. Iâm sorry, itâs justâŠthis is a lot of information to get all at once.â
âHow did you even find out? Donât you live in Phoenix?â
âBuck posted one of those relationship status things on Facebook.â
âOh. I barely use Facebook.â
âMe either, but Buck does, and I hadnât been on there in awhile, but I logged on and that was like the third post I saw!â
Tommy remembered the day Buck had made the post. They hadnât really put their relationship on social media much - Buck posted photos of them on Instagram sometimes - and he hadnât done one of those stupid relationship status things for them until they got engaged. Theyâd trawled their phones for the right pic, eventually settling on one taken at a 118 barbecue of them together, smiling, arms slung around waists. He hadnât said so, but heâd gotten a little emotional over what Evan wrote on the post:
Evan Buckley is engaged to Tommy Kinard.
âItâs been a long road, but we made it. Canât wait to spend the rest of my life with this man. Heâs the best person Iâve ever known. I love you!â
âWellâŠIâm sorry that was an unpleasant surprise for you,â Tommy said, carefully.
She sighed. âI donât know that it wasâŠunpleasant. But a surprise, for sure. How do you even know Buck? How did you meet?â
âWeâre both firefighters, itâs not that surprising that we could have met, is it?â
âNo, I guess not.â
âAnd he was at my old firehouse. The one you refused to ever come to. But I guess you went when you were with him, didnât you?â
âYou never wanted me to meet your friends. I guess I found out why when you broke off our engagement.â
âIâm sorry, Abby. I know I said it then, but Iâll say it again now. I lied to myself, I lied to a lot of people. It took me almost trapping you in my lie, when you did not deserve that, to break me out of it.â
âI forgave you ages ago. We donât have to go over all that again.â
âI met EvanâŠI guess itâs four years ago? We started dating not long after. I, umâŠwas the first man he dated. I guess I made him realize some things about himself.â
âJust transforming lives everywhere you go, huh?â she said, a teasing note entering her voice. Tommy was happy to hear it.
âYeah, well, I almost screwed it up. I broke up with him six months later. He was diving in headfirst, too fast, just all in and wanting to move in with me.â
âThat sounds just like Buck.â
âI panicked and ended it before I could get in any deeper with him.â
âIt was too late, wasnât it?â
âYeah. I was already in love with him.â
âHeâs easy to love. Too easy,â she said, quietly. âBut you got back together, obviously.â
âTook a little while. Almost a year. I dated a few guys, he dated a few people, but nothing stuck for either of us - I know now itâs because we were still hung up on each other. We have a friend in common and weâd hear about each other through himâŠbut I didnât really see him until we ended up on a major incident call together. I sustained a minor injury - just a scrape, really - and Hen from his house patched me up. I was sitting there on the ambulance deck, more or less left to myself, and he came waltzing up with that eyebrow raised like he knew all my secrets.â Abby chuckled, like she knew the exact expression he was describing. âHe just said, are you done being fucking stupid yet?â
âAnd you were.â
âYep. I was. He took me home that night and weâve barely been apart since. Got engaged a year later.â
âYou sound happy.â
âI am. Iâm ecstatic. I canât believe I got a second chance with him. I kicked myself for ending it like that, I donât know what came over me.â
âI do. You thought you werenât enough for him to want to keep you.â
He nodded. âYeah.â
âThatâs dumb.â
âThatâs what he says.â
They sat there not speaking for what felt like a long time.
âWellâŠâ Abby said. âI feel like I just unloaded on you out of the blue.â
âYou kinda did,â he said, smiling.
âMaybe I shouldnât have called.â
âIâm glad you did. You knowâŠEvan and I didnât realize we had you in common until our six month anniversary dinner. In fact, it was that revelation that sort of started us on the way to breaking up for awhile. But thatâs been so long now and it hasnât come up in a few years. I almost forgot about it.â
âGee, thanks,â she said, her grin audible. âIâm glad youâre both happy. I have a lot of regret over Buck, how I left things with him. I assume heâs told you.â
âHe has. If it helps, he doesnât have any bad feelings towards you.â
âIt does help. Thank you for that.â She sighed. âIâll let you go. I just saw that Facebook post and spiralled a little bit.â
âUnderstandable.â
âPlease tell Buck I say hello. And I wish you both so much happiness, Tommy.â
âThank you. And I will.â
She hung up. Tommy stared at the phone for a moment, then opened his text message thread with Evan.
Youâre not gonna believe what just happened.
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When Evan got home at 7 am, they had their usual two hours to share breakfast and maybe a quick fuck before Tommy had to be on shift himself. They tried to sync their schedules so their off days coincided, but it didnât always work.
âHoly shit, why didnât we get ahead of that one?â Evan said as he burst in the door, not even bothering with âhello.â His shoes and duffel went flying and he bustled into the kitchen where Tommy was mixing the pancake batter.
âYeah, I had the same thought,â he said, leaning over to kiss him hello.
Evan went to the coffee pot. âI didnât even think about it, that she might see.â
âNeither did I.â
âHowâd she sound?â
âReally surprised at first. Incredulous, even? Like in the what-are-the-odds way.â
âKinda like when I found out weâd both dated her.â
âYeah, but youâre my himbo now,â Tommy said, smirking. âNo, she was just shocked. I gave her the quick rundown, and she ended up congratulating us.â
âDid you tell her itâs her fault we broke up for a year?â Evan said, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
âI think the proper person to bear the fault is me.â
âAnd also me. Who asks someone to move in after six months? Before even saying âI love you?â And when you had a house!â
âI say we blame Josh. He got you all juiced up with that damn Glee speech.â After theyâd reconciled, Evan had given him chapter and verse on his mind-boggling thought processes on that last fateful day.
âHe got me feeling guilty, is what he did. That I judged you for lying to Abby. Overcorrecting is one of my special gifts.â
âYes, it is.â
âWell, while Iâm overcorrectingâŠwhy donât we invite her?â
Tommy looked up. âTo our wedding?â
âSure, why not? She can flip a coin whose side she sits on,â Evan said, grinning like the mischievous imp that he was.
âEvan, darling, love of my life, we are not inviting our ex to our wedding.â
He scrunched up his face. âEw. âOurâ ex? Makes it sound like we were in a throuple.â
âEw, indeed.â
He cocked his head. âI dunno, though. The thoughtâs kinda sexy.â
âNot to me! No vaginas anywhere near my bedroom. Kinsey 6, remember?â
âOf course, my apologies.â
Tommy looked at his innocent wide-eyed face for a few beats. âYouâre still thinking about it, arenât you?â
âCan I help it if the thought of two people I have found intensely attractive doing sexy things is appealing?â
âCan I help it if the thought of Chris Hemsworth going down on you has gotten me through some lonely nights?â
âOkay, I get the point. Shutting up now.âÂ
Tommy put a plate of pancakes in front of him. âYour shift okay?â
âFine. Busy. Iâm a bit wired. Do we have time for me to bounce on your dick for a bit before you have to head out?â
âFor that, Iâll make time.â He sat down at the table at Evanâs side with his own pancakes. Evan slid a hand over and squeezed his thigh.
âMissed you, though,â he said, chewing.
âI always miss you when youâre on shift,â Tommy said.
Evan looked up at that, meeting his eyes. âTommy, sometimes I miss you when you get up to get a beer.â
The simplicity, the sincerity of it made his chest tighten a little. He leaned forward, put his fingers under Evanâs chin and pulled him into a soft kiss, just like the first time. âI love you,â he whispered.Â
âI love you, too.â
âAnd we are not inviting my ex-fiancee who is also your ex-girlfriend to our wedding.â
Evan grinned. âDeal.â
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wahhh i know i've chosen the worst time to finally read this because you're on semi-hiatus but better late than never right? it was so wonderful to see the first post you made about this wip grow into such a story-rich fic where the love and care and effort you put into it is palpable. i knew from the first paragraph i was NOT going to leave my commentary in the tags because i was going to have too much to say
"Would you beg for him to spare your life like others did? Or would you sit in complete shock, words lodged deep inside your throat?"
just fyi i saved these questions for later because i had an inkling they'd come back around in some way
"He had no knowledge about flowers but he always thought white chrysanthemums meant death, specifically a symbol of mourning, and griefâa flower fit for oneâs grave yet you displayed them in a vase to bring life into your room."
this was so interesting to me! because i had the exact same thought when i read that part too!! i love how chrysanthemums play such different roles for each of them. for the reader, theyâre something beautiful, a way to brighten up a space, but in chrolloâs world, theyâre a reminder of death, a memento mori. itâs such a clever contrast that tells us so much about how differently they view life and loss.
i also feel this gnawing sense of dread every time chrollo notes the reader's routine. heâs carefully weaving her into his own life, his own routine. like i know it's part of his job but whether he admits it or not, sheâs become a part of his life tooâand thatâs terrifying because what will this all lead to?
"Surprisingly, Euan acknowledged Chrollo with a dip of his chin; you mirrored your dateâs action, and only then did the assassin respond in the same way."
not chrollo only responding when reader does it sjdhfjkshfkdgdhgkhg
"Albeit subtle, Chrollo sensed it was thereâas though a foreign seed had been planted in his chest waiting for it to grow, and destroy him from inside out. Whether it produced the fruit of anger, revenge or some other emotion in the dictionary, he couldnât tell, all he knew was it took root inside his heart."
this right here was just so wellwritten!!! the slow growth of something he doesnât understand, so strong it could destroy him. almost like he is being infested. i had to take a moment absorb this
"If anything, it was akin to a bird suddenly losing the ability to fly when flying was the only thing it knew."
LAWDDDD ANOTHER PERFECT LINE. mf is so disoriented by his feelings
"By no means was he insecure about those scars, in fact, he proudly wore them like a badge, to serve as a reminder that the rest of the world wasnât his friend"
i enjoyed this small glimpse into his psyche. it really goes to show the world hasn't been kind to him, as opposed to reader's life where (iâm assuming) most things are handed to her on a silver platter
âWhatâWhat about Mr. Euan?â- okay, i have to be honest, i was so wrapped up in the chemistry between reader and chrollo that i totally forgot about euan until he was mentioned again here LOLLLLL. i mean, how could i not? you have- "That was the last thing he said before he found himself sitting on the edge of your bed, kissing you like he loved you. Did he? Large hands cupped your jaw, eagerly pulling you closer to his face. Even though Chrollo didnât bare his heart, the zeal behind his kisses revealed the truth hidden in his chest."- right before this and iâm supposed to remember there's another man in the picture? IMPOSSIBLEEEEEEEEEEE
"If Chrollo was to put it in words, the aroma smelled of sweet death, and it reminded him of the church back in Meteor City."
oh i have a feeling where this might be heading, i KNOW foreshadowing when i see it. i immediately felt a sense of foreboding, as if this aroma tied to death is a sign of what's to come...
so i had to stop myself from listing every line i loved otherwise, this wouldâve turned into an essay (it kind of already is. FUCK). i have so much to say! first of all, iâm sorry if iâm reading too deeply into things, but i adored everything about this. youâre so insanely talented. itâs inspiring, honestly. iâm completely obsessed with the flower motifs woven throughout. even the smaller details, like âbloom in his chest,â make such an impact.
one thing that stands out is how chrolloâs whole worldview shifts after meeting her. everything he once knew seems to invert, like his reality is cracking open in her presence. are the wealthy inherently corrupt? is she a target or a lover? was this gun going to protect or kill her? are the chrysanthemums symbols of life or death? the fact that everything he thought he believed begins to lose meaning as he gets closer to her is so UGHHH idek the word... just GOOD. GREAT. itâs as if sheâs the one force that makes him question his place, his values, and even his own motives. the internal conflict is so beautifully done.
when i read âdevotionâ in the title i assumed it would focus on her commitment. maybe that sheâd sacrifice too much of herself and end up suffering as a result (i mean i suppose that's true) but then, as the story unfolded, it hit me: it was the cost of chrolloâs devotion all along. he finally committed, and the price was her life!!!!!!!!! the way this realisation crept up, only to hit in full force, was just chefâs kiss. the symbolism, the tragedy of it all, the way she gave life and meaning to chrysanthemums only to lose her own life
coming back to the line i saved earlier: âWould you beg for him to spare your life like others did? Or would you sit in complete shock, words lodged deep inside your throat?â it was so worth it to keep this question in mind because when she ended up pleading his name during the love-making scene, the contrast was đĄ !!!!!!!! who wouldâve thought that sheâd be pleading not for her life but in a moment of intimacy?
honestly, this whole piece kept me on my toes and left me a mess by the end. you portrayed chrollo so nuanced and iâm sure any chrollo truther would appreciate that. thank you for sharing this beast with us!! i loved it
THE COST OF DEVOTION | chrollo lucilfer x f!reader
synopsis: When Chrollo Lucilfer is assigned to go undercover, and kill a billionaireâs daughter, he finds himself breaking the most sacred rule of the underworldâthat there should be no feelings involved. The consequences of his actions backs Chrollo into a corner where he has to choose between fulfilling the job or following his heart at a risky price.
18+ MDNI; undercover assassin!chrollo, bodyguard!chrollo, billionaireâs daughter!reader, loosely follows some canon events (chrolloâs past), reader is referred to as âmissâ, DARK CONTENT, DARK ROMANCE, heavy angst, hurt/no comfort (no happy ending), explicit smut, SLOW BURN, major character death, touches on arranged marriage, cheating, killing, money laundering, human trafficking, kidnapping, sacrilege & blood (briefly), gun use, chrollo struggles with feelings, chrollo has scars, OCs mentioned, not beta read.
word count: 18.6k
notes: divider: cafekitsune. ITS HERE !! thank u to @ljubimaya & @avatarofstars for supporting me throughout the writing process and for being such amazing friends :3 this is different from my usual fics + super self indulgent so enjoy. feedbacks & thoughts are much appreciated ><
Loud music, enough to make oneâs chest thump, annoying bright strobe lights, and the sea of intoxicated bodies that passionately danced with one another without a care in the world, Chrollo wanted out. He observed the luxury club with a subtle scowl, gaze sharp enough to tear oneâs throat as he watched the spoiled, and rich carelessly sway to the beat of the musicâyou were one of them.
A privileged affluent businessmanâs daughter who didnât know how to handle oneâs wealth so she resorts to spending nights swiping her card for overpriced drinks, and whatever expensive shit the club had to offer.
Meanwhile, the lower class had to work themselves to near death to be able to provide for their families. One, two, three jobs just to make ends meetâjust to pay rent, just to bring food to the table even if it meant working for the underworld.
That was where Chrollo fell into the spectrum; fortunate enough to live but unfortunate enough to live a cruel life in an equally cruel world. He grew up learning how to steal, fight, and kill while you grew up having maids cook every meal, a solid roof over your head, and generational wealth to spend.
It made Chrollo sick to his stomach how wealthy kids like you could just take, take, and take yet had the audacity to complain about their lives as if society didnât favour them at all. He could go on, and on about this whole ordeal but at the end of the day, no one would even bat an eye, plus, he had a job to doâtechnically, two jobs.
At the heart of the sweaty, inebriated club, you stood there beneath the neon strobe lights, it bounced off the strands of your hair like a colourful aura mirroring your careless joy. Body perfectly swaying to the beat of the music, a half-full glass of a sweet cocktail, and a blissful expression on your face; maybe if the circumstances were different Chrollo would have smiled at your blithe spirit but it wasnât.
Your eyesâa drunken hazeâfound his own to which you immediately acknowledged with a cheery wave of your free hand.
It only took a split second for Chrollo to mask the obvious scowl on his face with a sickly saccharine smileâone that made his gut twist with disgustâhe returned the gesture with a dip of his chin paired with raising a glass of water in the air as if to make a toast. Chrolloâs expression fell the minute you turned away, unceremoniously slouching back into the leathered booth youâve booked beforehand, he let out a deep sigh, and rubbed at his temples.
Two weeks
It had only been two weeks since your fatherâChrolloâs employerâhired him as your personal bodyguard, and as expected, extensive pre-screening was a must before one could securely acquire said role which Chrollo found extremely bothersome despite its lack of difficulty. Though this wasnât a rare occurrence, it only made sense for the rich to hire a skilled bodyguard to protect oneself from unknown dangers.
Obviously, he didnât apply to be your personal bodyguard for sincere reasonsâfar from it, actually; Chrollo was here for a task that would land him his heftiest pay yet, even just thinking about made his head spin with immeasurable happiness already but Chrollo figured heâd bask in filthy money after completing the job. He always did.
If anything, this should be a walk in the park for him considering there was nothing more satisfying than seeing the demise of a wealthy brat. But for now, heâd take it slow, and earn your trust âtil the right time comes; where his mask falls, and true motives come to light.
Where the last thing the assassin would receive from you was a look of pure horror much like his previous targets. Would you beg for him to spare your life like others did? Or would you sit in complete shock, words lodged deep inside your throat?
These thoughts immediately dissipated at the call of his name; a few feet away, you stumbled your way towards the booth, the highball glass tucked in your hand was now empty with only half melted ice cubes remaining. Chrollo stood up, wrapping a firm arm around your back, helping you regain balance before guiding you to the leathered seat, the fabric cool against your feverish skin.
âShould I call the chauffeur, miss?â Chrollo feigned worry. His stature loomed over your sitting figure, back lit with red neon strobe lights, giving him a deep crimson glow. You stared at him longer than necessary before responding with a small nod; the wild atmosphere, paired with your spinning vision seemed like a good enough hint to head home, and retire for the night.
At your agreement, Chrollo let out a big mental sigh of reliefâhe may be an adept assassin but sitting idly for hours while watching his asset drink the night away exhausted his patience more than one could imagine.
The ride back to the estate was all a drunken haze for you, though, you recalled a brief exchange of words between Chrollo, and your chauffeur as the latter helped you inside the vehicle before, they seemed to get along swimmingly despite the former only being a new addition to your personal staff. Albeit, that description might be a bit too generous, maybe it was just your drunk self thinking but nonetheless, you appreciated the courteous manner between the two.Â
âLukas?â
You called out to the chauffeur, he donned a formal attire just like Chrolloâa black tailored suitâhe was an old-timer who had been your fatherâs previous chauffeur before you were born. It was safe to say youâve learned a lot from him growing up, and maybe even served more as a father figure than your biological one.
âYes, miss?â Lukas glanced briefly at the rear-view mirror. âChrollo . . Heâs nice, isnât he?â
The older man could only chuckle in response, letting your words soak into the darkness of the vehicle before nodding, âHeâs a promising young lad.â He glanced at the mirror once again, this time letting his gaze linger on you, headlights from the vehicle Chrollo drove behind poured into the backseat, and illuminated your face; Lukas didnât know if it was due to your drunken state or from pure sincerity but the subtle smile on your face somewhat warmed his heart.
He took a mental note that you seemed to be quite fond of your new bodyguard.
After safely reaching the estate, and escorting you inside, Chrollo made his way to the staff house. Walking past the wooden double doors, he was stopped in his tracks by a familiar voice, âOff to bed, Chrollo?â It was Lukas, your chauffeur; he sat on one of the crimson couches, one hand nursing a cup of hot coffee.
Chrollo stared at the old manâs face behind the wisps of steam from the drink, the latter donned a rather pleased look on his face, he thought nothing of it, and nodded, âAnd yourself?â
Lukas returned the nod, âA little later for me.â
Silence occupied the living room for a moment. Chrollo couldâve left the conversation at that but instead, he stood there, feet rooted on the wooden floor, sensing that Lukas had more to say but was debating on it.
Seeing as he didnât want to waste any more time, Chrollo spoke up âIs there something else youâd like to say?â His voice cut through the quiet atmosphere, he had now angled his body towards the older man. Lukas set the mug atop the coffee table before giving him his full attention, âThe young miss seems to have taken a liking to you.â
Chrollo didnât know how to react to thatâeven if he did, he wouldnât have let on.
At his silence, Lukas invited himself to speak further, âAt times, she can be quite a handful . . but hearing her speak positively of you warms my heart. What Iâm trying to say is, please take good care of the young miss, it means a lot for her to say such things about you.â
Trust? Good.
Chrolloâs rosy lips stretched into a genuine smile, âI will. Thank you.â And with that, he excused himself before heading to his room, the soles of his obsidian shoes produced no noise with each step. He wasnât happy because you seemed to like him, no, Chrollo was happy because you trusted him so easilyâprobably the biggest mistake youâve made.
Though, nothing would really change if you didnât trust him, either way, youâd meet your demise no matter what.
As the new week rolled around, it was no surprise that Chrollo had already memorised your weekly routineâwithout a doubt, you spent days in the office but he had noted other destinations you frequented.
On Mondays, you visited a cosy flower boutique in the morning, owned by a lovely old florist whoâs cheeks were as pink as the camellias neatly displayed on the counter next to her. You only bought one type of flowerâwhite chrysanthemums, a dozen, to be exact; they were carefully wrapped in a simple brown paper, and topped off with an ivory satin ribbon.
On the way back to the car, Chrollo wondered why you chose these specific flowers, and upon asking, you simply replied with:
âWhite chrysanthemums symbolise devoted love, and loyaltyâsomething we need more of in this world, donât you think?âÂ
How ironic. He had no knowledge about flowers but he always thought white chrysanthemums meant death, specifically a symbol of mourning, and griefâa flower fit for oneâs grave yet you displayed them in a vase to bring life into your room.
If you were being completely honest, chrysanthemums didnât hold any significance in your life; one day you decided to visit the flower boutique run by the old lady, and she had told you all about the flower. Oddly enough, you started to grow fond of it.
Chrysanthemums were awfully common in his hometownâMeteor Cityâand not in a good way; inhabited by untraceable outcasts, it was the perfect hunting ground for illegal activities such as human trafficking, as well as an endless source of disposable hitmen, and assassins like Chrollo himself.
Due to mass abductions, and murders of the people, chrysanthemums were laid out at the church for each victim; he could clearly remember walking down the aisle, a smell so sweet, and minty filled the thick atmosphere. For an aroma so pleasant, who wouldâve thought it was associated with such sorrow?
On Tuesdays, you attended your private pilates lesson at 8 AM on the dot which lasted a little under an hour. As usual, Chrollo stayed idly by the entrance of the studio, just at the foyer as the muffled voice of your instructor seeped from under the closed door; this was usually paired with brunch at a local cafĂ© after, as per your words, âa much needed caffeine breakâ whatever that meant. He couldnât care less, he was too busy assessing the layout of the building for an escape route, and potential threats as though he wasnât the biggest threat here.
The window seat offered a clear view of the street outside, vehicles driving by, people in their own little world as they headed to their destination; not to mention the ample morning sunlight that poured in, allowing you to study Chrolloâs reflection from the glass.
He stood behind you with his back facing the window, scanning the entire cafĂ©; you watched as his head slowly moved from left to right, then right to left, giving you a peek of his side profile. Your eyes traced every dip, and curve of Chrolloâs face, from the slope of his nose, all the way to the sharpness of his jawline. It was odd how this manâwho barely talked to you unless necessaryâhad piqued your interest. In what way? That was something you were still trying to figure out.
How Chrollo carried himself with silent confidence stood out from the rest of your security team; sure, he was vigilant of his surroundings but each action he displayed was calculated, and cleanâtoo clean. Youâve also noticed how his steps were much lighter than everyone elseâs, it made almost no sound as though he was actively stalking a prey. And for a brief moment, you wondered who that prey was.
On Wednesdays, you were present at your fatherâs company for the whole day. Though, the scowl on your face clearly screamed your opposition; it wasnât a secret to anyone how uninterested you were in all the business talkâin fact, if anyone were to ask about it, you could probably go on, and on about how boring, and tedious it was, conversely, if asked what you wanted to do in life, youâd probably have a hard time answering.
Alas, as the sole heir, the company automatically fell to your hands whether you liked it or not. Wednesdays were always a drag, having to make acquaintances with investors, and show face during monotonous meetings that rarely concerned youâyouâd rather spend time elsewhere.
On Thursdays, you were also at the company but for a different reason. Chrollo only knew you reported straight to your fatherâs office, and he was often ordered to wait at the ground floor. The meeting with your father always took approximately two hours, and each time, you came out looking like someone had pressed all your buttons.
Though today, for the sake of Chrolloâs own selfish curiosity, seeing as the hallway was deserted, he lingered outside the office for a bit but all he really got was pure silenceâeither you, and your father conversed in a hushed voice or the walls were soundproof. Whatever the case was, Chrollo didnât bother sticking around but he was quickly stopped in his tracks as voices from inside were suddenly raisedâyours first, followed by your father.
Looking back at the office door, Chrollo heard you shout in opposition, it seemed like the conversation had somewhat turned into a heated argument. Nonetheless, he continued down the hallwayâit was none of Chrolloâs business, after all.
âNo! Iâve already told you, Iâm not doing that!â Loud voice sliced through the growing tension inside the room. The older maleâwho sat behind his deskâleaned back into the seat, leather groaning beneath his weight as he rubbed his temples at your stubbornness, clearly displeased with how much you were blowing everything out of proportion. You stayed rooted in your spot, just standing a metre away from your father.
âLook, darling, Iâve already agreedââ âAgreed without my consent.â Raising your hands in defeat, you paced around the room, each heavy step muffled by the crimson carpet beneath your soles. âIâm the one getting married to someone I havenât met! I never even wanted to be in an arranged marriage just because of whatâa stupid business partnership?!â
This was the first time youâve raised your voice at your father; all the years under his care, and guidance, you gladly accepted what was left upon your hands. Continuing the legacy of your fatherâs company? Sure, no problem, you could deal the burden on your shoulders but marrying a complete stranger?
That was more than crossing a mere boundary.
Your father was a skilled business man, and you never doubted that onceâhe was excellent at negotiating, and closing deals so for him to stoop as low as agreeing with an arranged marriage for the sake of his company, it baffled you, a lot. What more could he possibly want?
âIâm done with this conversation.â
Letting out a breath youâve been holding, you turned around, and headed for the door but before reaching the silver handle, your father spoke up from behind, âNext week. Youâre attending the corporate event with Euan. Thatâs final.â All you could do was nod.
Chrollo spotted your rather distressed figure exit the elevator, and head for the car park, not so much sparing a glance as you passed him; nonetheless, he quietly trailed you, steely gaze observing your figure up, and downâshoulders tight, and fists clenched at your side.
You felt defeated.
The thought of spending the rest of your life with a man you didnât genuinely love, was that really your so-called future? A bond made for the sole purpose of expanding business?
Stepping into the underground car park, you stopped in your tracks, the automatic glass door silently humming as it closed behind you. Naturally, Chrollo did the same but didnât dare speak up. Click clack. Two clicks from the soles of your shoes as you turned to face your bodyguard with a deflated expression, he could only raise a brow in surprise before you sat on your haunches, and buried your face inside the hearts of your palms.
Oh.
One, two, three secondsâit took Chrollo exactly three seconds to register the sight before him, and he didnât know what to do; awkwardness settled in the air between the two of you as you sobbed into your hands. He moved closerâtaking a few cautious steps as though he walked on eggshellsâand squatted down to your level, âMiss?â He called out, his dulcet voice drowned by your soft whimpers, every muscle in Chrolloâs body was stiff, movements unsure.
What was he supposed to do? Reach out, and stroke your hair? Pull you close against his chest? Chrollo was more than sure that doing so was completely unprofessional on his end. So, he was reduced to sitting next to you, silently watching your shoulders shake with each muffled sob until you finally decided to lift your head, âI apologise for acting this way. Iâm certain you probably donât care butââ
Correct. Chrollo did not care.
âMy father has been pushing me in an arranged marriage. I kept saying ânoâ until he went behind my back, and agreed to it. I found out today and I justâI lost it. The benefits of what comes after marriage are endless for the company; more investors, more money, more security but is that really worth sacrificing my shot at finding the one I truly love?â
Saying the words aloud made it sound so silly. Finding your one true love, how naĂŻve, that only happened in childrenâs fairy tales.
Upon learning the reason for your upset, Chrollo could only nod, he wasnât the type to console anyone, let alone his employerâs daughter. The last time he could remember doing so was almost a decade, and a half ago during the time his dear friendâSarasaâwent missing.
It was a rainy day in Meteor City, Chrollo remembered hugging his friends tightly, reassuring them that everything was going to be alright even though uncertainty gnawed at his skin.Â
He was innocent, and didnât know better then.
But the incident with Sarasa was what fuelled his pure hatred for the wealthy. Chrollo was only a kid, full of limitless joy, and hope despite growing up in poverty. It was during the height of abductions in Meteor City, and that was when he learned that not even his friends were immune from illegal activities after seeing it with his own eyes.
It was broad daylight, and Sarasa had been forced into a car by two large menâas if one wasnât enough to take a helpless little girl. The worst part was, Chrollo could only stand, and watch as his friend got taken away with nothing but helpless tears in his eyes, and a blazing anger that burned a thousand suns.
He could still recall the way his nails dug into the hearts of his palms, the temporary pain it felt. The incident haunted his coming days, hearing Sarasaâs screams at night, and how she begged for the men to spare her life.
Chrollo overheard from the Elders that the ones behind illegal abductions were the wealthy, and that night, he made a promise to avenge Sarasaâeven if it meant taking lives. It was clear the rich were parasites of the world, greedy for money, and power, leaving none behind for the unfortunate.Â
Chrollo couldnât bring himself to understand your situation, and emotionsâhe didnât have to but some odd part made him want to.
From Fridays to Sundays, you usually spent the time out with friends but as the days came, you remained cooped up inside your room, and only came out unless necessary. The thought of isolating yourself somewhat ate away at Chrollo, despite not being able to fully grasp your situation, he figured it must have been a breaking point for you, and deep down, for some weird reason, he was worried.
This was the first time youâve shown him an emotion other than happinessâwhich he presumed was most likely out of professionalismâso seeing your distressed state had him rather curious.
Stationed just outside the doors to your room, Chrollo couldnât do anything to quench the sparked interest inside himâguarding the entrance of your room was all there was to do which ended up with him drowning in his thoughts while standing idly. Even though Chrollo didnât understand your sentiment, he knew no one should marry a stranger for the sake of business.
Though, Chrollo didnât have much time to ponder about your situation as his replacement came walking up the stairs meaning it was the end of his shift for the day. He entertained a brief exchange with his co-worker before heading out.
Walking down the stone path that led to the deserted flower garden, Chrollo dug into the inside pocket of his blazer, and took out a burner phone. As the assassin dialled a number, he was greeted with a view of endless greenery decorated with bright hues from a variety of flowers; the floral aroma wrapped around his body like a fluffy blanket. Somehow, the sweet scent reminded Chrollo of you.
The cheap phone rang once, twice âtil a familiar voice spilled through its speakers, âIâm guessing youâre here to update me?â The male on the other side of the call questioned. Chrollo agreed, and the line went silent, urging him to give the details.
As he gave a thorough update, Chrollo mindlessly walked down the stone path, various colours making its way to his line of vision. Though, a particular flower caught his eyeâa sea of yellow as bright as the morning rays decorated several bushes on the ground. While speaking into the phone, Chrollo squatted down to its level, and examined the delicate flower, Birdâs foot trefoil, the small ivory signage before it read.
Two months, that was the amount of time given to complete the job. It was reasonable enough with the amount of security you were surrounded with, and even though Chrollo was the only bodyguard you took whenever you left the house, Lukas remained by your side as wellâhe made sure not to underestimate the old timer.
Chrollo had never heard of this man before but from what he knew, he seemed to be about the same age. Why the man was seeking out revenge by targeting your life was also something that remained a mysteryâafter all, Chrollo was only there to kill, details werenât necessary when it came to an assassin.
ââM not gonna tell you how to do your job but remember, time is ticking, and Iâm spending a whole lot of money on this, yeah?â
Voicing his agreement before ending the call, he took one last look at the flower, and stood up, heading for the staff house.
It was about time Chrollo hunted for his prey.
With the new week, everyone prepared for the corporate event in a few hoursâeven Chrollo himself, as well as the rest of the security team was busy scouting the venue, and looking for any potential threats around, and inside the building.
Tonight, he donned a sleek, all black look which was slightly different from the usual white button down, and black suit he wore.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, employees, and important investors began pouring in the building; the inside boasted a formal theme with a lavish teardrop crystal chandelier that mimicked the shine of a thousand diamonds, round tables were draped in ivory cloths which housed a bunch of butterfly pea flowers encased in sleek ceramic vases.
Silence was replaced with melodic laughter, and casual conversations between acquaintances, and co-workers as the vast room was slowly filled with more people.
Having arrived at the venue earlier, Chrollo stood by the entrance, waiting for your arrival. As the familiar vehicle rolled around, Lukas exited the vehicle, and opened the rear passenger door.
Expecting you to come out of the vehicle, Chrollo was caught slightly off-guard when a stranger clad in a navy blue tuxedo did so insteadâhe donned obsidian strands that carefully framed his handsome face, and piercing honeyed eyes that was sure to make any woman swoon.
The assassin watched as he turned to face the vehicle, and held out a hand to you. Taking up on the polite offer, you held his hand, and gracefully stepped out of the vehicle. And there you were, in all your serene beauty, skin glowing beneath the warm streetlights that made Chrollo inhale a sharp breath for some odd reason.
âThank you, Euan.â You gave him a smile that didnât quite reach your eyes.
Euan? Chrollo thought.
With how he lovingly kissed the back of your hand, and from the way you forced a smile, it wasnât hard to piece together that this was the man you were forced to marry. Somehow, Chrollo felt a tinge of annoyance spark within the depths of his chestâmaybe because he was aware of the whole arranged marriage situation or maybe because he was yet in the presence of another stuck up, pompous spoiled person.Â
Euan interlaced his fingers with yours before heading towards the entrance, Chrollo didnât miss the way the diamond ring on your finger twinkled like stars in the night sky. Surprisingly, Euan acknowledged Chrollo with a dip of his chin; you mirrored your dateâs action, and only then did the assassin respond in the same way.
The event was boring as one would have expected, your fatherâthe CEOâmostly talked about the companyâs milestones up on the podium, he held a champagne flute in one hand filled with golden liquid while entertaining the room with uneventful accomplishments. Though, what you didnât expect tonight was for your father to openly reveal your arranged marriage with Euan in front of your subordinates, and investors,
âItâs my pleasure to announce that the COO of D&Jâmy daughterâis soon to be wed with Mr. Euan Heston from Heston Enterprises.â
As endless applause, and supportive smiles filled the venue, you sat frozen on your seat, unable to muster even the tiniest smile. From the corner of your vision, you could see Euan bashfully nodding his head, and shaking hands with those in neighbouring tables as they congratulated him. You stared at your father in complete disdain which only prompted a forced smile from him.
Unbelievable.
A shaky breath escaped your lips before swallowing the raging emotions, pushing them down, down, down to the depths of your core, and as though a switch inside you was flipped, a smile stretched across your face, throwing out thank youâs to those who offered their support.
With the end of the CEOâs speech, and certain formalities, all thatâs left was to mix, and mingle with everyone else whichâthankfullyâEuan did while you quietly sneaked away to the open bar. Although, visibly drowning yourself in more champagne only invited more guests to come, and gush about the weighted ring on your finger, not to mention how openly they adored Euan.
Hearing such high praise thrown his way, you caught yourself staring at your soon-to-be husband; you watched as he gracefully waltzed from table to table, engaging in polite conversations with not only the important people in the room but also with your subordinates.
Euan was well-mannered, kind, and respectfulâhe was everything your father wanted as your husband but he wasnât made for you, and deep down, you knew that.
From the corner of the room, Chrollo watched it all unfold. From the way you stiffened beneath everyoneâs stares as your father revealed the marriage, all the way to your gaze finding Euan amongst the crowd. He felt weird.
Albeit subtle, Chrollo sensed it was thereâas though a foreign seed had been planted in his chest waiting for it to grow, and destroy him from inside out. Whether it produced the fruit of anger, revenge or some other emotion in the dictionary, he couldnât tell, all he knew was it took root inside his heart.
As Chrollo got lost in his thoughts for a bit, he was greeted with an empty barstool that was previously occupied by you; he scanned the vast room, stone cold eyes darting from left to right, and right to left trying to catch a glimpse of your familiar figure.
Slight panic didnât settle in until Chrollo realised that you were nowhere to be seenâthe feeling began to gnaw at his very bones as the attempts of finding your whereabouts led to a dead end, he even went as far as asking a woman standing just outside the bathroom if sheâs seen you walk in but only shook her head.
Wide, panicked steps, Chrollo unceremoniously crossed the room in search of you while almost bumping into several guests in a nervous haze; he muttered out whispered apologies, gaze remaining ahead. His heart thumped loudly against his ears, serving as a mere distraction to throw off his already breaking composure.
God, your father would absolutely kill him if he were to find out that heâd lost sight of you.
But Chrollo wasnât scared of that, not even an ounce of fear in his body at the thought of your fatherâs wrath, instead, he worried for your safety; the more minutes passed without a trace of you, the more frustration consumed every fibre of him.
The only option left was to check the balcony.
With a bated breath, he opened the sliding door, a gentle, cool breeze of the night greeted him like a welcome hug. His gaze scanned the open area whichâthankfullyâlanded on your familiar figure, you stood there, leaning against the metal railing while looking up at the obsidian skies.
Relief briefly washed over Chrollo as he let out a sigh but this feeling was soon replaced with red, hot anger.
He stalked over to where you stood, each step heavy with annoyance, âWhere have you been? I was looking all over for you! Donât run off like that.â
The ever calm, and collected bodyguard coming for your neck with such ferocity caught you off guard, not to mention the obvious bite in his tone. With furrowed brows, you turned to face Chrollo, a look of disbelief painted on your face. The audacity of this man. Who the hell was he to boss you around as though you were his subordinate?
âThatâs âmissâ for youââ You crossed your arms, head slightly tilted upwards as you looked down at him from your nose.
âAnd relax, Chrollo. Iâm not harmed. I donât see what the fuss is about.â You were absolutely right, and Chrollo hated that you were because he didnât know where else to channel his anger, if anything, your words doused the flame inside his chest with gasoline, allowing it to expand, and burn an azure fire.
Despite his better judgement, Chrollo let it consume him, âRelax? Iâm your bodyguard, itâs my duty to keep you safe, and out of danger! What if something happens to you, and Iâm not around, hm?â
Chrollo felt the foreign seed inside his chest grow into uncertaintyâan odd feeling heâs never felt before. Speaking out like this, and losing his cool over a situation was out of character for him but somehow, he couldnât bring himself to stop, as though words willingly flew out of his throat, and out into the open.
âExactly, youâre only a bodyguard. You have no right to act this way towards me. Have you forgotten Iâm not your equal?â You retorted, dishing out the same amount of ferocity he had given you.
Initially, you were going to let the whole thing slide, it was understandable where Chrollo was coming fromâhe was only doing his jobâbut it pissed you off seeing as how he had the audacity to act like that.
You looked up at the taller man, gaze not backing down from his steely ones; it took him a couple of seconds to hold your stare before breaking it, and looking off to the dark horizon. Though, you swore you saw his eyes subtly dip down for a split second before doing soâyou werenât too sure, maybe it was the darkness playing tricks.
You were right. Chrollo was only a bodyguard, so did he cross the line? The unclear answer made him all the more furious but for now, heâd have to settle for the explanation that heâs your bodyguard, and he has the right to worry about your safety. Even if Chrollo himself didnât entirely believe this reason.
âYouâre right. I apologise for crossing any boundaries, miss.â
Chrollo stationed himself near the sliding door, offering you space to enjoy the quiet night in peace. Now, you felt kind of bad for raising your voice at him when he clearly showed nothing but concern; you chalked it up to the stress your father weighed upon you tonightâthe decision to tell everyone about the marriage, Euan being your date for tonight, the engagement ring that wrapped around your finger.
It was clear that Chrollo was still bothered about the whole thing, you could see it from the way his jaw tightened, and the subtle crease between his brows. Whatever. Youâll deal with it later.
A petty argument. That was it. But why did it have Chrollo all worked up? Why was he extremely bothered about it? Hell, where was that useless fiancĂ© of yours, and why wasnât he looking after you? Questions swirled in his mind, chaotic, and uncertainânow, Chrollo was really wondering why he was acting this way. In his twenty-six years of living, never had he felt this feeling before, it stemmed from his chest, blooming across his body, and consuming him in an unpleasant, foreign way.
The feeling stayed rooted inside even until reaching the estate where he stood guarding the door to your room.
Chrollo rubbed his forefinger, and thumb together while staring at the marbled tiles beneath his feet, it was past midnight now, and the only sound heard was the thumping of his own heartâthe rhythmic beat that somewhat got louder with each passing minute.
He was soon reeled back into reality at the sound of the door opening behind him. Stepping out of your room, Chrollo watched as the darkness unclasped your body from its confines; he quickly averted his gaze at your vulnerable stateâclad in a flimsy ivory nightgown that stopped just below the knees with satin ribbon straps comfortably sitting on your shoulders. He felt it was rather inappropriate seeing you in such an attire.
âAhem. Anything you need, miss?â Chrollo coughed into his fist, staring at the darkness behind you instead of holding the gaze thrown his way.
Letting out a sigh, you replied, âI think I need to clear my head a bit . . Care to join me for a night drive? That way youâll know my whereabouts.â The end of your sentence had a tinge of bitterness laced with it but Chrollo shrugged it off, itâd be no use trying to pick up where the two of you left off earlier.
âI take it as a yes, then? Meet me at the garage.â With that, you walked down the stairs, the thin fabric of your nightgown swaying with each step taken.
Chrollo quickly headed to the staff house to grab the keys to his assigned vehicle. Making his way to the door, he immediately stopped in his tracks as a sudden idea popped into mindâthe gun hidden beneath his pillows.
Chrollo stared at his bed before swiftly lifting the ivory pillow, revealing a pistol given to him upon acquiring the bodyguard role. Without a word, he tucked it inside the holster beneath the obsidian blazer he donned, and walked out of the bedroom, heading for the garage.
Disappearing into the night, an odd feeling engulfed Chrolloâhe wondered whether the gun on his hip portrayed him as your bodyguard or as your assassin.
Something he has never thought about before because it had always been the latter, regardless of the situation. Nonetheless, the weapon felt awfully heavy hanging onto himâas though it was a great burden that took an even greater effort to get rid of.
The drive was awkward, and there was no set destination; the only instruction you gave Chrollo was to keep driving, and he did, without questions asked. The only sound that filled the vehicle was the low humming of the engine which lulled you further into your thoughts, warm streetlights would illuminate the inside which allowed Chrollo to sneak brief glances at you through the rearview mirror. He didnât want to pry but it was clear you were overwhelmed with a lot of things.
âIâm sorry.â
The apology caught Chrollo off guard, stone cold gaze looking through the mirror to meet your own for a split second. âMiss?â He furrowed his brows. âFor earlier. I said some harsh words as well, and you were only doing your job. So, I apologise.â Now, it was your turn to steal glances through the rearview mirror. Chrolloâs expression remained unchangedâmost likely trying to find an appropriate answer.Â
He shook his head, fully aware you peered at him through the mirror, âItâs no big deal . . It wasnât my place to raise my voice. As you said earlier, Iâm just a bodyguard.â Chrolloâs eyes remained on the road ahead, enveloped by the night, he didnât know why it suddenly became hard to glance through the mirrorâmaybe it was the unmistakable knowledge that youâd be staring straight back.
Was he nervous?
Impossible. There was no such emotion in his dictionary.
âItâs justâthe whole announcing the marriage with Euan in front of all the guests stressed me out. The marriage is set in stone without my permission, and I just feel so helpless . .â You watched the outside view go by, dull colours of the night blending into a blurry haze.
âI know the arrangement has benefits. I know that.â It was directed more to yourself than Chrollo, as though some part of you agreed with the marriage.
âEuan is . . Heâs sweetâa kind soul but I cannot see myself loving him, spending the rest of my life with him.â The assassin gripped the wheel a little tighter at the mention of your fiancĂ©. âI donât think anyone should ever go through that.â He cleared his throat, stealing another glance at you.
âYou mentioned a while agoââ Chrollo spoke up, deciding to deviate the topic from Euan. âThat the marriage would benefit the company âmore securityâ . .â He trailed off, realising how heâs prying but you didnât seem to mind with how openly you replied.
âLong story short, my father had a very close friendâMr. Driscollâin the industry. It was later revealed that he was involved in money laundering so most of his assets came from illegal dealings. My father played a significant role in his arrestâbasically, Driscoll was stupid enough to tell my father of his underground ties, urging him to do it as well. But my father had tipped the police instead. Naturally, his son, Ciaran Driscollâwhoâs now the CEO of the companyâsaw us in a bad light, and it wonât take long until he makes my father pay for the damages done.â
âThe arranged marriage with Euan would obviously combine our security team with theirs which would decrease the chances of Ciaran, and any other dangers from getting near my father, and I.â
Yet Chrollo was hereâan assassin tasked to kill youâwho easily took on the role of your personal bodyguard.
How ironic.
You really did need that extra security from the Hestons.
âCiaran Driscoll?â Chrollo muttered the name under his breath which you quickly caught onto. âYeah. Ciaran Driscoll from Driscoll Pharmaceuticals, you know him?â He wouldnât necessarily say he knew him but Chrollo was awfully familiar with the nameâfamiliar enough to conclude that Ciaran was the one who hired him to kill you.
Despite meeting at a deserted location back thenânowhere near that gave any hints of Ciaranâs real identityâone of his subordinates had addressed him by his last name which Chrollo immediately picked up.
The pieces fit flawlessly. It made sense for Ciaran to get revenge for Mr. Driscollâs arrest by targeting what your father held most dear in his lifeâyou. And for that to happen, Chrollo was the middle man, the one to fuel the chaos between two families.
If he got the job done.
âNo.â Chrollo lied. âJust thought the last name rang a bell.â
âUnderstandable, theyâre a household name. Well, it used to be.â
Short silence filled the vehicle yet again, both left to their own thoughts before you spoke up, albeit, it was more of thinking aloud, âI truly donât know what I want in life.â Odd. Chrollo always thought that if one was wealthy, theyâd be able to wish for anything, and everything yet somehow, even with all the gold in your hands, you were still lost.
Chrollo pitied you, and he didnât know what to make of it.
Hell, he didnât even know whether it was appropriate to reply. What did he know? He was someone born into poverty who didnât have the luxury to question himself about what he wanted in life, just having to see another was already a blessing itself. Well, it wasnât like the outcasts of society were given a choice on how to lead oneâs life anyway.
The car fell in another silence but this time it was much longer, long enough for Chrollo to glance at the rearview mirror to see your eyes closed, and head leaning against the window, the rhythmic rise, and fall of your chest indicating the slumber you were in.
It was almost laughable how Chrollo was able to prove his theory rightâthat the rich were greedy for an even greater amount of money, the obvious example was the ex-CEO of Driscoll Pharmaceuticals, Ciaranâs father.
Chrolloâs grip on the wheel tightened, leather burning against his palms at the mere thought of dirty business. Illegal dealings. It was possible he had a hand in Sarasa's kidnapping. Mr. Driscoll didnât belong in jail, no, he belonged before the barrel of Chrolloâs gun.
Taking another glance at your sleeping form, Chrollo quietly pulled over to the side of the road, putting the car in park before twisting his torso to face you. Warm streetlights casted a gentle glow upon your features, piercing grey eyes carefully tracing each one as though you were a divine creatureâotherworldly, and beautiful.
You looked so peaceful, and undisturbed. Vulnerable.
While his eyes remained on you, Chrollo slowly slid a hand inside his blazer, reaching for the gun affixed by his hip.
The assassin pulled it out, pointing the barrel to your head, the weapon cool against the warmth of his hand. In, and out, he drew steady breaths, forefinger hovering over the triggerâone pull, and itâd be over.
The problem was, Chrollo couldnât do it.
He has pulled the trigger countless times as though it was second nature, so why couldnât he do it now? He couldnât even bring himself to let his digit touch it.
As you stirred in your sleep, Chrollo swiftly tucked the gun back in his holster, and faced forward. Shaky, uneven breaths slipped past his parted lips, the sound of his heartbeat clouding his senses.
Hands balling into fists, he wondered what had gotten into him, mind racing with a million thoughts as he drowned in pure uncertainty. Chrollo stared at his handsâthe same hands that have spilled blood countless times, the same hands that killed without a second thought, the same hands that were tasked to murder you.
Yet here he was, unable to do so as if it were his first time.
âChrollo?â You mumbled aloud. As you peeled your eyes open, you tried to register your surroundings. âWhy did we stop? Is there something wrong?â
He cleared his throat, taking a quick glance through the rearview mirror before shaking his head, âNo, miss. I just had to take a quick call, my apologies.â With that, Chrollo pulled away from the side of the road, taking you back to the estate.
The ride home was silent. Fortunately for Chrollo, this gave him the opportunity to calm his thoughts, and steady his growing breaths.
Obviously this has never happened before, especially while out on a mission; it made sense for the assassin to lose his cool a bit after hesitating. If anything, it was akin to a bird suddenly losing the ability to fly when flying was the only thing it knew. To make things worse, Chrollo had just broken the unspoken rule of the underworldâto never hesitate.
To the underworld, hesitating meant fragility, and fragility meant that the enemy had the upper hand. He was confused, and conflicted, more so upset at himself for being such a cowardâwhy was he a coward?
After returning to the estate, you softly called out to Chrollo who was heading to the staff house, âDo you want to come inside?â All it took was that foreign look in your face for him to fully understand what you meant.
He didnât have to assume anythingâyouâve never looked at Chrollo with such a burning gaze, full of intent, and vulnerability. God, it was a brazen move to do so but you wished he agreed. All you needed was a little company at the moment.
Something in the air shifted. Maybe it was because you were both stripped of your layers, baring your defenceless forms out in the open. Maybe it was the way Chrolloâs rational thinking became compromised on the way home. Or maybe it was how you oddly felt comfortable around his presence, as though he was a lifelong friend.
Nonetheless, Chrollo found himself inside your bedroom, and as expected, it was grand, spacious, fit for a billionaireâs daughter. Sweet aroma of fresh chrysanthemumâs filled the air but it was nothing like he had remembered back in Meteor City which was laced with grief, and sorrow. Instead, it enveloped Chrollo in a warm welcoming hug, he could finally understand your interpretation of chrysanthemumsâdevoted love, and loyalty.
Moonlight spilled from the windows, illuminating the side of Chrolloâs face. He was just standing there yet he mirrored the divinity of an angel as soft shadows contoured his handsome face, dark eyes gleaming beneath the dulcet glow; youâve never been able to decipher the emotions behind his gaze but tonight was different, his stare was soft mixed with hint of uncertainty; Chrollo wore his heart on his sleeves.
âHelp me escape even for a little while.âÂ
Like the obedient bodyguard he was, he nodded. Chrollo took one step closer, reaching out a hand to gently undo one of the satin ribbon straps. The flimsy fabric gracefully slid off your right shoulder, just enough to expose your pert nipple. It hardened beneath the cool evening air which had Chrollo swallowing thickly, Adamâs apple bobbing with pure excitement, and hunger; oh, how he couldnât wait to put his lips on your skin, and devour you.
Wasting no time to undo the other ribbon strap, your nightgown instantly fell to the carpeted floors, the fabric pooling around your feet, leaving you almost completely bare in front of Chrollo.
Your skin grew feverish beneath his observant stare as he traced every dip, and curve, dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. After a heartbeat or two, Chrolloâs lips were on your skin, palms finding home just above your waist; he placed gentle kisses down the side of your neck as though on a mission to mark you, pulling dainty gasps in the process.
You tasted absolutely divineâlike a hopeful prayer between his lips, and he craved for more. Soft smacks slowly filled your ears as he praised you with kisses. Down, down, down Chrolloâs lips went before stopping at the junction of your neck, he gave the sensitive skin an experimental lick to which you responded with a heated gasp of his name.
Tilting your head to the side allowed more freedom for Chrollo to explore; hands coming up to tangle with his raven strands, and tug at it urged him to mark your skin with hues of dark purple, and red.
And he did. Gentle, wet kisses turned into rough, electric ones as Chrollo used both teeth, and tongue to nip, and suck at your skin.
âChrolloâ!âÂ
The assassin could only grunt in response as he carved himself onto your skin like knife on woodâover, and over again âtil it left a lasting mark. And when you stare at these sinful hues in the mirror, youâd be reminded of the feel of his lips, how his kisses turned your legs into a wobbly mess, and mind into a lustful haze.
Embarrassing, warm wetness pooled on the fabric of your panties as Chrollo neared your breasts, you watched with a bated breath, and keen eyes as he wrapped his lips around a moundâthe sinful sight of Chrollo trying to take in as much of it as he could had your legs buckling, you were sure to have met the floor if it werenât for his firm hold.
You let out a soft moan at the feel of his hot tongue swirling around your nipple, teeth gently grazing the sensitive spot which sent lightning down the length of your spine.
Eager hands tugged at the roots of his obsidian strands, nails raking across his scalp; it was beyond lewd how you readily pushed your bare body into Chrolloâs faceâa man youâve only known for less than a month yet here he was, wicked lips made of fire against your naked skin that melted like ice.
A large hand snaked its way up your front, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and pausing just beneath the other breast before cupping it whollyâthe heart of his palm rubbing against your sensitive nipple as he massaged, and toyed with the fat.
Without an ounce of shame left in inside you, you wantonly moaned his name at the feel of his lips, and hand making love to your chest, it had Chrollo twitching in his slacks but he paid no mind to it because tonight was about ravishing your body until no one else could compareânot even Euan Heston.
Chrollo didnât know what this meant for the both of you after but that was okay because once the night ends, your body would crave for none but him, and only him.
Chrollo let go of your swollen, wet breast with a soft pop, he looked up through his lashes before licking his lips, as though he just devoured the tastiest meal of his life.
Working his way down your torso, he placed chaste kisses down the valley of your breasts, steadily sinking to his knees as he descended further, each passing second growing closer to your heatâwhere you needed him the most.
Before Chrollo could kiss the intimate spot just below your belly button, you cupped his face, making him look up at you with slight confusion,
âOn the bed . .â
Three words was all he needed to understand before standing to his full height, âJump.â Chrollo ordered. You didnât need to be told twice before doing so, arms, and legs wrapping around him while he supported your weight.
As Chrollo sauntered to the bed, you used the time to eagerly explore the spot beneath his ear, using teeth, and tongue to suck at it which pulled a few soft sighs from him. His intoxicating scent filled your senses, the sweet minty aroma from chrysanthemums mixed with his musky perfume had you groaning into his skin.
He shuddered at the feeling, the tips of his fingers digging further into the fat of your ass.
Gently laying you down on the pillows beneath, he stared at the serene beauty before him, steely eyes drinking in your nakedness. Chrolloâs stare felt like you stood directly under the blazing sun on a summer day, igniting your skin to the core without anywhere to take cover but you liked it, you liked the feeling of his hungry stare, how he looked at you like fresh meat on a silver platterâa predator, and his prey.
As if to put on a show, Chrollo hastily shrugged off his blazer, mindlessly throwing it on the floor, leaving him with a white button down. He caught a glimpse of your lust-clouded gaze staring at the gun affixed to his hip to which he immediately removed by unclasping the holster.
The weapon landed on the floor with a heavy thud, you paid no mind to it but for Chrollo, it served as a harsh reminder of his real motive, and everything that would happen tonight was nothing but an insignificant moment in his life.
At least that's what he convinced himself this was.
The mattress groaned beneath Chrolloâs weight as he dipped down, wasting no time to connect his lips on your bare skin, and picking up where he left offâright below your belly button.
He kissed at it before wickedly pulling the waistband of your panties using his lips, and letting go of it to snap against your skin. A small gasp escaped your lips at the feel of the slight burning sensation which had you aching for more; it also didnât help how his hot breath ghosted over the most intimate part of your body.
Though, before you could open your mouth, and beg, Chrollo hooked a forefinger around the waistband, and swiftly tugged it down the length of your legs, wet cunt squeezing at nothing as the cool air embraced its heat. Â
Chrollo took his time to enjoy the bare sight before him by placing open-mouthed kisses dangerously near your sopping cuntâon your inner thighs, below your belly button, and the spot just above your clit. It had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, fingers digging into the sheets beneath; what a wicked, wicked man, he hasnât even properly touched you yet here you were, legs shaking from all the teasing.
Pride bloomed across his chest at the sight of youâthe fucked out expression you donned, the heavy rise, and fall of your chest, and the dainty whimpers that filled the air.
Hooking his hands behind your knees, Chrollo gently pushed them towards your chest âtil you were folded in half, glistening cunt deliciously exposed for him to devour.
A wanton moan slipped past your lips as Chrollo traced his tongue around the outside of your clit before laying the wet muscle flat against it. He expertly rubbed at the sensitive nub, lewd sounds mixed with your shameless moans engulfed his ears, encouraging him to further stimulate the spot.
Your hips bucked against his face, hands flying down to his hair as the electric sensation returned to your body, sending massive jolts of lightning down the curve of your spine.
âChrollo, right there! Yesâhaah!â You gasped as he switched to the tip of his tongue to lick at your clit.Â
Chrollo placed his thumb, and forefinger on either side of your clit for better access before moving his tongue side-to-side, across the area beneath the clitoral hood, resulting in a broader stimulation that had you stiffening with pure pleasure.
Looking down at the sinful view between your legs, you let out a loud moan as Chrollo met your eyes through his hooded ones. Without a doubt, ecstasy slowly consumed both his body, and mind with how he subtly rocked his hips against the mattressâcock aching for any kind of contact but Chrollo had to focus more on holding your hips down while you unceremoniously thrashed around, trying to slow your impending orgasm.
As Chrollo continued his torture, it didnât take long for you to let pleasure consume your body as a whole, and cum on his tongue.
He drank in your pleasured stateâlips parted, brows furrowed, and back arched off the mattress; the orgasm that hit you was intense, as though your whole body has been electrified, and the only way to respond was by moaning his name like a sacred prayer in hopes you keep you grounded to reality.
Relishing the taste of your essence on his tongue, he closed his eyes, humming against your sensitive nub in complete satisfaction which had your legs shaking, and hands attempting to push his head away. He gave a few more gentle licks before pulling away, revealing his chin completely drenched in your filthy arousalâChrollo paid no mind, simply bringing a hand up to his face to wipe at it.
You watched through a lustful haze as Chrollo finally worked on his shirt, each button undone growing closer, and closer to exposing the entirety of his torso.
As he shrugged the fabric off, you couldnât help but reach out to touch his bare skinâit was pale, fascinatingly chiselled, and scarred; Chrolloâs torso was decorated with a few raised, discoloured patches here, and there indicating the rough past he had. He stared as you traced a scar with your forefingerâa ghostly touch that brought a shudder down his spineâbut before you could move onto the next one, Chrollo gently grabbed your wrist, and brought it up to his face, placing a chaste kiss on the heart of your palm.
By no means was he insecure about those scars, in fact, he proudly wore them like a badge, to serve as a reminder that the rest of the world wasnât his friend.
Youâd be lying to yourself if you said your heart didnât skip a beat or two.
The kiss from Chrollo was differentâdifferent from the one Euan had given you during the company event. Yes, the latter was full of sincerity but it didnât bring warmth to your face like Chrolloâs one had.
Or maybe it was just because of how lost you were in pure lust, unable to decipher even the simplest feelings.
âTonight is all about you.â
Chrollo shouldnât be doing this, it goes against his beliefs, and goalsâagainst the very reason why he turned into the person who he was right now.
Mingling with the wealthy, even going to an extent as to have sex with you, if his younger self saw him right now, he wouldnât be able to believe it.
But what was it about you that had Chrollo rewriting his rules? Why was he so willing to throw away the deep rooted anger inside his heart to pleasure you?
Moreso, what did he gain from all this?ânot money, not power, definitely not the justice he sought.
Nonetheless, Chrollo threw those thoughts in the moonlit windowâheâd grab them again later at the crack of dawn while guilt eats him alive. Slowly, he dipped his hands below his torso, fumbling with the zipper of his slacks; Chrollo felt your heated stare on his crotch, how your short breaths quickened as he tantalisingly pulled the metal zip down, the sound echoed along with your breathing, allowing Chrollo to bask in your desperation.
You thanked the stars above as he bared himself without anymore teasing, articles of clothing that once hugged his body were now strewn across the floor of your room like unmended pieces of oneself.
Moonlight surrounded Chrollo like a serene aura, an angelic-like glow that had his skin radiating beneath the celestial gleam, turning his hair into the colour of the first starlight. It was hard to focus on his heavenly appearance when sin was right between his legs.
âDo you want me to stop?âÂ
No, god, no, just the thought of Chrollo completely leaving you high, and dry brought tears to your eyes. Shaking your head vigorously, he crawled atop your lust-fuelled body before placing a chaste kiss on your temple then onto your nose, trailing further down âtil he reached the valley of your breasts. You let out a shudder as Chrollo lapped his way down, not forgetting to tease at your pebbled nipples by giving them a light nip.
âChrollo, please . .â For once, this was different from what was usually thrown his wayâmost people begged for their lives as they stared down the barrel of his gun with pure horror in their eyes, lips disturbingly quivering as they pleaded during their last moments.
Wasting no time, Chrollo met your gaze once more, his face mere centimetres from yours. You gasped as his cockhead gently prodded at your entrance as he reached down between your bodies, he rubbed it a few more times, the sinful contact earning low grunts, and moans from both of you.
Chrollo connected his forehead with yours, damp obsidian hair ghosting over your warmed cheeks, holding it in a gentle caress
Letting out a shaky breath, his cock slowly pushed your folds apart as he inched in. Immediately, your legs curled around the dip of his bare waist, interlocking behind his lower back; your hasty movement jolted Chrollo forward which forced his cock further into the plush of your velvety walls.
He sighed, cursing the eye rolling pleasure sent his body into a pathetic tremble. Though, you were no better, clenching around Chrollo every time he pushed deeperânot only did it test his sanity but it also tested his patience.
He reminded himself a million times that simply fucking you like a mere cocksleeve was not his intention for tonight. Or ever. Rich or not, you were still a woman after all, one deserving of nothing but genuine pleasure.
As Chrollo bottomed out, he held your starry gaze, watching as your eyes glistened with tearsâwhether it was from the bliss his cock had you under or from sadness, he had no idea.
You felt so full, as though the gaping void inside you had been magically sealedâhis cock sat there unmoving yet it hit all the right spots, the ones that had you trembling a little harder, and moaning a little louder.
Hot breaths mingled as the two of you let out heavy pants, he stilled inside your wet cunt, allowing both himself, and you to adjust to the feeling, âYouâre so tightâfuck.â You gave your hips an experimental rut at his words which pulled a long hiss from him, brows furrowing together.
After a heartbeat or two, Chrollo slowly pulled out, the languid drag of his cock against the plush of your walls had you whining in the shape of his name. It went straight to his cock, twitching at the pornographic sound you let outâif you noticed, you didnât let on, you were too focused on the way he moved inside you.
With only the tip remaining, Chrollo pushed his hips using the same pace; all the way until he disappeared in your folds once again, heavy balls kissing the skin of your ass.
You could feel the entirety of his lengthâevery dip, and curve which had your legs shaking, and toes curling a little harder. Chrolloâs cock was slightly curved upward which allowed an easy reach to your sweet spot, and with every languid thrust he gave you, his cockhead kissed it repeatedly.
Hands that were pinned to the pillows were released as Chrollo brought a hand to caress your cheek while the other supported his weight. You leaned into his fiery touch, as if doing so was going to ground you from cloud nine.Â
Setting a deep, slow pace, Chrolloâs face remained a breath away from yoursâhe kept eye contact, nothing but an endless pit of alluring onyx that pulled you further into the ocean of bliss. Every languid stroke pulled oxygen from your lungs, it had you desperately gasping for air, one which only Chrollo could quench by whispering sweet nothings mere inches from your parted lips.
Mixed with breathless sighs of pleasure was the soft creaking of the bed frame which sung in unison beneath the weight of your rocking bodies. The air grew impossibly thick, and hot allowing the sheets to stick uncomfortably to your bare back but you didnât care, not when Chrollo fucked you into the mattress as if the sun was going to burn out tomorrow.
You pulled him closer, arms instinctively wrapping around his torso to decorate his back with crimson streaks.
The sharp sting of your nails fuelled Chrolloâs driveâhe picked up the pace but remained bottoming out with every powerful thrust, causing your body to jolt in response.
You clung to him tighter, legs painfully locked behind his back as he did his best to move in, and out of your sopping cunt. You were close, and despite Chrollo taking you for the first time, he knewâhe could feel your body stiffen with each passing second, the way your greedy cunt grew impossibly tighter, making it hard for him move, and not to mention your broken cries of his name so close to his ears that those were all he could hear.
âIâm so nearâgod, please donât stop, Chrolloâ!â You sounded so vulnerable, so bare it made his cock twitch.
Greed consuming his pleasured state, Chrollo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, deftly snaking it between the mattress, and your back. He pulled you closer, the weight of your limp torso straining against his curled limb while the other supported his own body.
Chrollo cradled your head with his palm, pushing your face closer to his âtil the tip of his nose brushed your own. Oh, how tempted he was to kiss the very lips that cried out his name as if he were your saving graceâan angel with his hand stretched out to you.
Barely a whisper above the heavy breaths you exchanged, your name smoothly rolled off his tongue. It was the first time Chrollo did so, and god how addictive it sounded; you shuddered at it, his dulcet voice engulfing the entirety of your being right down to your very core.
âYouâve been so good, are you going to cum? To let go, for me?â
With the minute space left between the two of you, you vigorously nodded your head, too fucked to care about the desperation that seeped from your skin like sweat. Chrollo moaned at your wordless response, fingers slightly curling at the back of your head, his nails dragging across your scalp,
âHaahâ! Thatâs right, give in to it.â
And you did.
With a final drive of his hips, you came undoneâthe pressure thatâs been slowly building up finally bursting inside you.
A broken moan escaped your lips, body arching closer to his as you let your orgasm take you beyond cloud nine.
As if you werenât already breathless from panting like a whore, Chrollo greedily pressed his lips against your quivering ones to capture them in a passionate kiss.
His lips were soft, and sensual, like it was sculpted by the goddess of love herself. He greedily drank in every moan, and whimper you had to offer, claiming them as his own prized possession to keep. Chrolloâs pace faltered at the feel of your cum coating his cock in a warm embraceâa feeling heâs been deprived off, a feeling he didnât know he needed.
Pulling away from the kiss, he spoke, breathless, âIâm closeâfuck. Where do yââ âInside.â Chrollo swallowed thickly with your legs tightening around him. It dizzied him, the thought of you so willing to let your insides be marked by him without a second thought.
A small gasp escaped you as he gently set you down onto the mattress, his cockhead brushing your sensitive spot. With his orgasm near, Chrollo dropped his body on top of your own, torsos flush against each other as he trapped you with his weight.
With his own pleasure in mind, Chrollo gave short, hasty thrusts, desperately rutting his hips to chase the growing bliss. The only option for you was to lay there, and moan his name from overstimulation; with his weight on yours, you couldnât squirm your way out of the immense pleasure.
âIâm hereângh! âM close.â Chrollo whispered into your ear, a hint of apology laced his tone, most likely from how overstimulated you were.
After a few more desperate thrusts, he stilled, sheathing his cock all the way inside your cunt, you felt him twitch before releasing his load with a low moan.Â
Feeling his hot cum paint your walls white, you mirrored the sound he made. Loud, wet squelches filled the room as Chrollo rode out his high, effectively fucking his cum deeper.
The two of you stayed still for a moment, letting your bodies bathe in serene moonlight. You laid beneath him, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat pound away against his ribcage, it effectively lulled you to the borders of sleep, your heavy eyelids slowly closing in exhaustion.
Though, before you could fully close them, Chrollo rolled off your body with a soft grunt, his cock slipping out in the process. The loss of contact had you clenching around nothing at the feel of his cum slowly seeping out of your cunt. Before you could speak up, Chrollo beat you to it,
âI should go.â He cleared his throat, voice low, a hint of sadness laced in his tone. Though, you didnât catch on. Chrollo quietly gathered his clothes, putting them on layer by layer until he was fully clothed. An indiscernible emotion washed over you as he made his way to the door, each quiet step taken tugging at an invisible string tangled in your heart. Oddly enough, it stung.
âYeah . .â You nodded in a daze.
The lack of response from your end tore at Chrolloâs insidesâit made sense, after all, he was nothing but a quick fuck, what did he expect? For you to convince him to stay the night? That was beyond delusional.
As Chrollo reached for the handle, you called his name out of instinct. His heart skipped a beat. âYes, miss . . ?â He spoke your title in a small voice, unsure which name was appropriate in this situation.
âThank you.â
That was all you could muster. What else was there anyway? Chrollo wasnât a person you were supposed to be sleeping with in the first place, nor was he your lover who you could be intimate with after sex.
He was nothing but a bodyguard, and will remain your bodyguard. Whatever happened in this room was to be forgotten.
The sound of the door clicking reached your ears, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. His scent lingered in the air, becoming one with the sweet aroma of chrysanthemums.
Within the next coming days, you were right, and wrong. Right because in the face of others, the professional relationship between you, and Chrollo remainedâa bodyguard, and his principal.
Wrong because stupidly enough, the both of you had not forgotten what happened a couple of nights back. The days were filled with stolen glances, and stuttering heartbeats, you couldnât stand by idly while your heart yearned for your bodyguard.
At first, you convinced yourself that this feeling was purely lust-driven, it was only natural to seek out Chrolloâs presence after a night with him.
You believed it for a week.
One whole week until you felt your heart clenching at the sight of your bodyguard exchanging a conversation with one of the maids. Chrollo was all smiles, the kind that reached his eyes; the maid wasnât any better, an obvious blush extending from her cheeks to her ears said it all.
He never smiled at you like that.
Why was he treating youâhis bossâany different? Chrollo was always nonchalant with you, barely any words spoken yet here he was animatedly cracking jokes left, and right like he had some kind of alter ego. It pissed you off.
More so, being angry at the fact that Chrollo treated you differently upset you even more. At best, this was a trivial matter, something you shouldnât even think about.Â
But you couldnât let go of it, not when he gazed at you the same way he had done so that night.
Within the next week, youâd realise that merely having Chrollo by your side wasnât enough.
On Monday, you did your best to converse with him while buying chrysanthemums at the boutique, even going as far as giving him a flower from your bouquet, hoping that heâd think of you whenever he looked at it.
On Wednesday, instead of asking your personal assistant to grab your lunch, you took Chrollo instead, and headed out the office which gave you more alone time with him.Â
And by Friday, you couldnât take it anymore. You called Chrollo into your bedroom late at night after finding the courage to do so. Naturally, he stood inside as if he didnât have you filling the room with your own moans two weeks ago.
The familiar sweet scent of chrysanthemums filled his lungs, taking him back to the pleasure-filled night with you. Chrollo pushed the thought down, deeming it extremely inappropriate, especially being alone with you like this, again.
He swallowed as you pat the empty spot next to you, your vulnerable state beckoning him to devour you. Who was he to deny himself of acting on his predatory instincts?Â
âThis is . . rather unprofessional, miss.â
That was the last thing he said before he found himself sitting on the edge of your bed, kissing you like he loved you. Did he? Large hands cupped your jaw, eagerly pulling you closer to his face. Even though Chrollo didnât bare his heart, the zeal behind his kisses revealed the truth hidden in his chest.
Both lips fell into a unison, slotting into each other like they were made for one another. Before getting carried away, Chrollo pulled back, brows lifting in amusement as he watched the way your face leaned in, searching for his lips.
âWhatâWhat about Mr. Euan?â He asked, breathless, onyx strands dishevelled, courtesy of your wandering hands.Â
You both knew you didnât have feelings for Euan but saying it aloud wasnât going to change the fact that a ring sat on your finger, it was far more complicated than that.
Lowering your gaze, you shrugged. Guilt picked at your skin, the thought of disrespecting Euan had you freezing in place. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât be prying.â Chrollo whispered, hot breath fanning across your face. He tucked a strand behind your ear before sliding his digit down to your chin, lifting your face.
âKiss me?â
You didnât have to be told twice.
What the two of you had wasnât exactly a relationshipâbeyond a professional relationship but less than a romantic one. But Chrollo cared for you all the same, even if it meant watching in the sidelines as Euan made his polite advancesâkiss on your cheek, a hand on the small of your back, his fingers tucking stray hairs aside, Chrollo endured it all. Whether or not it affected him, he didnât let on.
Instead, he returned affection tenfold in comparison to what Euan gave you. Your room had turned into a rendezvousâevery night, behind its closed doors, Chrollo took you in his arms, and whisked you away from reality, from all the inhibitions you felt. And amidst all the meaningful conversations, the shared pleasure, the tears shed, a bond deeper than one could comprehend blossomed within these walls.
Chrollo became a rock you could lean onâa significant person you could be vulnerable with, and bare your heart on the table, unguarded. He listened to your problems, and silly thoughts with open arms, and ears, stroking your hair beneath the moonlight as the two of you lay underneath the ivory sheets.
With you, he was a completely different person, a person who he deserved to become. One that could relate to the little joys in lifeâwhether it be chasing sunsets, dipping salty fries in vanilla ice cream or looking up at the night sky without any remorse in one's heart.
With you, Chrollo had a fleeting glimpse of the life he was robbed of because all he knew was how to survive for another dayâhow to kill swiftly, and effectively.
And heâd be reminded of all these when returned to his own quarters in the dead of the night. That the sole purpose of his arrangement in this estate was to take you outânot to nurture a bond with you, not to have sex with you, not to listen to all your thoughts, no. Chrollo was here as your assassin.
To hold you so gently in his hands knowing they would be the same ones covered in your blood. It was almost laughable, it surprised Chrollo how heâa person conditioned to destroyâwas able to touch you with the utmost gentleness as if heâs never once tasted violence on his tongue.
Clearly, you both felt something for one another but acting on it was easier said than doneânot to mention how this mission wasnât supposed to end up like this, all tangled up in a web known as you.Â
Did Chrollo love you? Truth be told, he didnât know. He never had the privilege of experiencing what romantic love was. Wanting to be by your side was the only thing he was certain of.
Lying in bed, Chrollo looked over at his nightstand, it housed a singular piece of chrysanthemum soaked in a glass of waterâone that you had given him earlier this week. Now, his room smelled just like yours, the flowerâs sweet aroma lingering in the air.
It helped Chrollo sleep a little better; smelling its familiar scent tricked his mind into thinking he slept in your presence.
A little over a week.
That was how much time Chrollo had left to get the job done assigned by Ciaran. It wasnât long, and he knew he had to make the decision soon but not before taking a gamble.
As Saturday arrived, you stuck to your routine as usual, the only difference was, the late night was spent driving around with Chrollo.
The atmosphere inside the vehicle grew thicker by the minute, he could tell something weighed your mind from the way you pursed your lips, and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. But of course, the ever polite man he was, he waited âtil you opened up to himâChrollo knew you like the back of his hand, whenever things bothered you to an extent, it didnât take long for you to break.
âCan I tell you something?â You murmured above the hum of the engine. Staring to the side, you watched as Chrollo wordlessly nodded his head, stealing a brief glance your way before focusing on the wheel. He took notice of how you sat on the front passenger seat instead of your usual spot.
Looking out the window, you spoke up, âI . . donât know how to deal with all this.â Chrollo remained silent, urging you to continue. âIâm going to be married to a man I donât love, and Iâll be running a company I donât want. And us. I want you, Chrollo, I really do but I . .â
Chrolloâs grip tightened around the wheel.
âWhy donât we just run away, and leave all this behind? We can build a new life together andââÂ
âIs that what you want? To run away with me?â Chrollo cut you off. Coming to a full stop at the red lights, he turned to you, the seriousness in his expression made you somewhat nervous.
Would it be foolish of him to comfort you with words he partially meant?âwords that would only hurt you in the end?
âI can give you that.â
At this point, Chrollo was lying to himself. To be so brazen, and accept running away with you knowing well enough his neck was chained to the undergroundâloyal to his roots.
Weighing the options, it was crystal clear that the odds were against the both of you. Of course, you didnât know that, you had absolutely no idea Chrollo had underground ties nor was he assigned to kill you by none other than Ciaran.
Considering the latterâs involvement in underground business, you wouldnât be the only one with a target on their back; it only made sense for Ciaran to put a hit on Chrollo as well for disobeying his orders if he were to consider running away. It would elicit a whole lot of enemies, and he couldnât put you in a situation where he was willing to risk you dying in someone elseâs hands.Â
Living a life hiding from dangers of the worldâthatâs what you would have to go through if you, and Chrollo were to run away. Did you really deserve to live that way? Did you deserve to live in the conditions Chrollo tried to run away from?
The answer was more than obvious.
Obviously, a life with Euan benefitted you moreâyouâd have more stability, and security. Who was he to take away all those things from you?
Having never tasted something as sweet as this feeling with you, Chrollo found himself holding tighter rather than letting go, he fed on greed, and delusion.Â
Truth be told, it tore him apart. A part of him cursed, and yelled at him for being so naĂŻve, and easily moved by a woman he had only known for a month and a halfânot to mention how he despised your kind.
The other part urged him to reach for the unthinkable, and build a new life he deserved, with you. Chrollo was ready to lay his weapon down if it meant being by your side âtil the end of time.
Maybe in another life.
He knew he had to make a decision. Soon. Ciaran had been making calls to his burner more often than not, and he could sense the formerâs patience growing thinner, and thinner as each day turned into night.
Whatever Chrolloâs decision was, he just hoped youâd still love him all the sameâforgive him.
There was one crucial piece of information Chrollo had remembered. On Sundays, you dismissed all security staff that accompanied you, including the chauffeur, Lukas. This meant that for one day, you were completely unguarded, and alone.
Chrollo was unaware of the reason but it was obvious you wanted to experience a sense of independence one way or another.
Nonetheless, he managed to keep an eye on you by using an ample amount of distanceâit was a piece of cake, after all, he tracked his targets in stealth mode for a living; akin to a predator sizing up its prey before sinking its canines.
Sundays werenât particularly eventful, you spent the day alone running around swiping your credit card left, and right until it made you feel a tad better. So when Chrollo had âaccidentallyâ bumped into you at the parking lot, hidden from public cameras, he was aware of how effortless it was to whisk you away from the public.
âChrollo? What brings you here?â
The bodyguard was dressed in his usual attire, a white button down neatly tucked beneath his black slacks, and this time, he didnât wear a blazer.
âI figured youâd be here, miss. Something came up at the estateâyouâre needed back home.â A lie.
Chrollo observed as the sparkle in your eyes drained at his words, genuine concern rolling in like grey clouds looming above on a stormy night. His heart clenched. Not in a good way. âDonât worry, no one is hurt.â With his reassurance, your shoulders dropped with ease, the breath youâve been holding slipped past your lips in a relieved sigh.
It pained the assassin how trusting you were, how easily one could play you into the palm of their hand the same way he did right now. Why?âwhy didnât you question how effortlessly Chrollo pinpointed your exact location? The city was expansive, no normal person would be able to trace your steps unless they followed right from when you left the estate.
The vehicle was quiet, leaving room for Chrollo to notice the faint scent of chrysanthemums insideâit was your personal car, not the one Lukas used to drive you around hence the flowery aroma.
For some odd reason, the smell no longer comforted him the same way it did whenever he frequented your room. It made him nauseous. If Chrollo was to put it in words, the aroma smelled of sweet death, and it reminded him of the church back in Meteor City.
Consumed by concern, and lost in your own thoughts, you paid no attention to your surroundings outside, how it grew less, and less familiar with each kilometre driven by your bodyguard. You also didnât notice Chrollo repeatedly stealing glances through the rearview mirror every now, and then, missing the way his steely gaze housed a hint of nervousnessâan emotion he didnât normally harbour.
Though, as you finally came to, you gazed out the window, eyes carefully scanning the fleeting hues outside as the car drove by. Soft colours of pinks, and oranges seeped through the glass which casted an ethereal glow inside, it hinted at the setting sun, and the darkness that loomed just around the corner. As your brain registered the foreign roads, confusion settled in,Â
âAre we taking a detour, Chrollo?â
He wordlessly nodded. You mirrored his action in acknowledgement but the feeling of unease was oddly difficult to dismiss, especially with how deserted these roads were. The streets were decorated with construction sites, abandoned buildings, and old houses that were decorated with wooden planks to seal off windows, and entrances.
A weird feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. You caught the way Chrolloâs stone cold gaze locked with yours for a split second but didnât dare speak up.
Just as your heart started to race, the vehicle came to a halt, Chrollo had parked in front of an abandoned buildingâan old church, based on its architecture. Its unmistakable pointed roof aiming at the skies above, and stained glass windows marked with angels, and other holy beings said it all.
The building was surrounded by overgrown greenery, and wrecked furniture dumped on the side which hinted at years of apparent neglect. Its dressed stone walls were the epitome of sacrilege itself, littered with colourful vandalism from top to bottom; even just seeing it with your own eyes felt like a grave sin. A forbidden image.
âWhatââ âGet out.â Chrollo cut you off. For a tone so cold you couldâve swore a subtle shudder ran down the length of your spine. His stare met your own through the mirror for a second time and your heart sank all the way down to your stomach at how serious he was, dread slowly engulfing your body. What the hell was happening!? Why was Chrollo acting strangely?
âNo.â
Chrollo turned to face you, still wearing that stoic expression. You felt small under his gaze, it almost felt predatoryânoânot almost, it did; you didnât want to admit but you caught a glimpse of the way his eyes sparkled with sharp, murderous intent.
Swallowing thickly, you crossed your arms, trying to appear nonchalant, albeit, it was more for yourself than for the man before you.
âNot until I get an answer. You mentioned something had come up at the estate, so why arenât weââ âI lied.â
Before you could question his motives, Chrollo swiftly got out, the resounding thud as he shut the door closed had your body flinching a bit. You watched as he rounded the car, and made his way just before your door.
Opening it, a hand reached in for your wrist; gentle fingers curled around your skin as if you were a delicate flowerâa daring contrast from the way his piercing gaze stabbed shards of unease throughout your body.
You pulled away, easily slipping off Chrolloâs placid grasp before helping yourself out of the vehicle. His hand curled into a loose fist as he watched you exit the car with an evident scowl on your face; funnily enough, Chrollo had the audacity to feel upset at the rejection. Never once have you denied his touch.
Crossing the narrow clearing that led to the unsealed church entrance, chunks of loose stone, and dirt moved beneath your steps; you stared at your feet as they navigated through the unstable terrain.
It was odd. Calm, and composed were the last two things you should be feeling in this situation, given the sudden shift in Chrolloâs demeanour, you were supposed to be fearing for your life right this instance despite your blindness to the hidden danger that lay ahead.
Chrollo . . He would never do that to you, right? Upon taking the job, he swore to protect you. But your better judgement screamed at all the glaring crimson coloured flagsâan abandoned church in a deserted neighbourhood? It was the perfect set up for heinous crimes.
Out of instinct, you scanned the layout of the building from where you stood, if it came down to it, there was only one viable escape route which was through the main entrance of the church, the one Chrollo pulled open.
By now, the sun had fully disappeared below the horizon, and the colourful remnants the burning star left in its wake slowly faded into deep hues of night azure. Strangely, this end of the town harboured harsher winds with a freezing bite that had you rubbing your arms over the sleeves of your top.
A heavy groan sounded from the mahogany doors, it cut through the windâs endless howl as it danced with the leaves, and through the sharp branches, interlocking trees in a soft sway.
A chill ran down your spine at the loudness of it. The doors parted revealing a view youâd expect in an old abandoned churchâdisorganised pews to create a spacing in the middle, antique chandeliers affixed to the high ceiling covered in thick layers of dust and cobwebs, and trash scattered across its marbled floors; by the state of the inside, squatters most likely frequented the building due to its unsealed entrance.
The inside was dimly lit from street lights outside, it poured through the stained glass windows which allowed a deep scarlet glow to illuminate the building. Chrollo stepped inside, the soles of his obsidian dress shoes quietly clicked with every calculated step further into the church.
Foolishly enough, you followed as though a crimson string bound yourself to hisâhe was acting strangely, and the most appropriate approach as of now was to question his behaviour, and the bizarreness of the situation. Walking away would only prove useless with how far he has driven, and he had your car keys; at best, you could only cooperate.
âChrollo, will you please tell me whatâs going on?â You navigated inside the old building, the scent of mildew, and rotten wood lingered in the damp air, it captured your senses in a tight hold.
Ruby bounced off Chrolloâs inky strands as he stood at the heart of the church, right beneath the stained windows with divine beings. It turned his pale skin into an angry red, and you wondered if thatâs what he felt right this very moment, clearly you werenât far off with how he pierced your soul earlier.
He turned to face you, âIâm doing this for your sake.â For the first time today, emotion seeped through the cracks of his nonchalance.Â
Chrollo looked almost sad, you werenât entirely sure given the lack of lighting but the unmistakable glint behind those obsidian eyes was anything but foreign. For a split second, it was the same Chrollo that spent countless nights in your bedroom; not as your bodyguard, not as anyone else but simply as Chrolloâyour Chrollo.
âFor my sake? What the hell are you talking about, Chrollo?â Like the vermillion glow that bounced off your skin as you stepped closer, anger slowly bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Chrollo was nothing but cryptic with his responses, and you couldnât wrap your head around any of them! He had always been a straightforward person, sometimes blunt, so why was he holding back now?
Standing beneath the scarlet light softly illuminated your features, Chrollo thought you looked exquisite bathed in the brilliance of red. Even with a tinge of doubt, and anger in your eyes, you were filled with love the same way the colour kissed every part of your skin.
âAn escape from all this . . Thatâs what you want, right?â With his right hand, Chrollo reached inside his pocket, it took you a few seconds to identify the item in his handâa gun.
With the way itâs unmistakable silver glistened beneath the dim lighting, you could tell it was a weapon of his own; not the ones registered under your fatherâs name. You stiffened, and your body ran cold, gaze met with the barrel of his gun.
âChrollo?â Barely a whisper, you called out his name above the thick atmosphere, each second spent inside it had you desperately gasping for air; whether it be from nervousness or confusion, you didnât care to find out.
He swallowed thickly, fingers curling tighter around the handle of his gun, trying to ignore the way your desperate plea violently struck a chord in his heart.
âChrollo please put the gun down! Youâre out of your mind!â Panic surged from head to toe, it came in vicious waves, scratching, and gnawing at your bare skin like a vehement beast. Chrollo tried to ignore the apparent tremble in your voice, he couldnât afford to mess this up.
âYes, I want to escapeâwith you. Why are you doing this to me, Chrollo? Why do you want me dead?!â
The third time his name rolled off your tongue, he was ready to throw the gun across the room, and cradle you in his arms while whispering apologetic nothings in your ear.
But he didnât.
Chrollo stayed rooted in his spot, gun aimed at you, âRemember Ciaran Driscoll?ââ You furrowed your brows. Ciaran? âHe paid me to kill you.â A shaky breath, that was all you could muster, your mind was too busy trying to piece everything together.
Ciaran. Chrollo. Kill. Your blood ran cold.
But Chrollo didnât give you time to breathe, steady clicks of his shoes echoed throughout the church as he paced back, and forth, âI was elated when I agreed to his proposal. Why? Because a pompous soul dying by my hands is what Iâm made forââ He was calm, and collected, a faint smile displayed on his face as he slowly walked towards you. âDid you know what your people did? To my home? To my friend?â Stopping just before you, Chrollo leaned in, obsidian gaze piercing right through you.
âA lot of you treated Meteor City like some kind of hunting ground at your disposal. As ifâas if its inhabitants were nothing but mere animals. For what? The sake of illegal dealings? For more money? Power?â
Chrollo caressed the side of your face with the back of his left handâthe other remained motionless by his sideâhis ghostly touch trembled against your skin, afraid that if he pressed down any further, youâd crack.
The situation baffled you. Not only was Chrollo blaming you for the atrocities caused by other people, you still couldnât wrap your mind around the fact that he was in cahoots with Ciaran Driscoll to orchestrate your demise.
Is that why Chrollo applied to become your bodyguard? To get close before finally killing you off? You felt another wave of dread wash over you. Everything felt numb, your limbs, your torso, your heart.
Shaking your head, you finally broke the silence with a trembling voice, tears threatening to spill out, âIâm not involved in any of those, Chrollo. Do you even hear yourself right now?â
He did. God. He fucking did and he felt absolutely foolish for blaming you. After you had bared your soul to him every night, Chrollo stopped seeing you in the same light as he did before. Yes, his deep-rooted disdain never left but that didnât mean he wasnât capable of loving you; it was a battle between desire and duty, and he already knew the victor.
The determination in your eyes, you were set on running away from the current life you had, and as tempting as that was, he didnât have the courage to lead you into a new life full of nothing but danger.
Chrollo would rather have you dying by his own bloodied handsâfor him to live each day filled with regretâthan have someone else basking in the glory of killing you. At least that way, heâd be tainted by you.
âYouâre all the same. Ciaranâs father is proof enough! You said it yourself that he was involved in illegal businessââ
âSo those nights we spent together . . were they just all part of the act? You never cared for me.â Chrollo barely caught the last part of your sentence as you muttered it under your breath; he watched as your gaze lowered, a wave of sadness engulfing you for a split second before finding his eyes once again. This time, you wore a glare.
You straightened up, âTell me, Chrollo. Was it all just an act? A show you put on just to get close to me?â Questions lingered in the air the same way dust did, it sat heavy on Chrolloâs shoulders but he remained stubbornâsilent. Would his answer change the circumstances? No.
After all, nothing good came out of trivial matters. At his stillness, you grabbed his right hand, trembling fingers curling around the shaft of his wrist as you brought it up to your face, pressing the barrel of his gun to your forehead. It felt icy against your feverish skin, like the kiss of a grim reaper.
Ever so slightly, Chrolloâs brows rose in shock, breath hitching at your brazenness. âDid you ever love me?â A broken whisper spoken into the crimson-lit night, so dainty, so weak yet it pierced his heart without a second thought. It left a gaping hole, as ugly as sin, and no amount of repentance could heal.
Love. How would one define love? Was it the act of sacrificing someone dear to oneself? Chrollo didnât know. But more importantly, how did you define love?
âDid you?â
Digging deeper into the subject would only lead to the grave of his heart but Chrollo couldnât care less, it was already six feet under since the day he sought revenge for his friend.
With a heavy sigh, your eyes finally softened, âOf course. I still do.â You felt his hand twitch in your hold, as if he briefly tried to pull the gun away.
Glimmering like the first starlight were tears staining your cheeks, one by one they fell down as a surge of emotions drowned your body; your brows were furrowed yet your eyes looked at Chrollo like he held the cosmos in his hands.
Is this what was meant when they said love and anger were painted in the same shade of red?
In his line of work, Chrollo has never seen anything as haunting as your gaze. It was natural for his targets to look up at him in complete horror, tears welled up in their eyes as they begged him to spare their lives but youâyour eyes were full of nothing but love, and adoration despite his gun pointed at you. That look alone was enough to torment his coming days.
âDo you, Chrollo? Do you love me?â His chest tightened at the hopeful glint in your eye. Nothing good ever came out of trivial matters because at the end of the day, Chrollo was nothing but a man chained to his sinful revengeâblindly devoted to the hatred planted in his heart, and it came with a great price.
A sudden wave of red washed over his body, resulting in an ear splitting bang that resounded within the churchâs bricked walls. Chrollo flinched at the soundâheâs never done that beforeâfollowed by a heavy thud against the marbled floors. It took the assassin one, two, three seconds to register the situation, the violent sensation of the gunâs recoil still fresh on his trembling hand.
The faint scent of iron hung in the air.
Chrollo looked down at the grisly sight before him, gun in his hand weighing heavy before it finally slipped from his absent grip. The weapon fell beside his right foot.
For the first time, Chrollo Lucilferâthe bringer of deathâweeped, and mourned the demise of his target. He wailed into the darkness as warm crimson slowly pooled around your head, it resembled a faux halo, a tainted fallen angel.
Broken sobs, and ugly cries filled the damp buildingâthis was the first in a long time that he had heard the sounds of his own grief. Guilt, and sorrow consumed Chrollo the same way the shadows of the night did but no amount of tears would bring you back to life, no amount of whispered I love youâs would reciprocate his words, no amount of cracks in his heart would turn back time.
You were dead, and it was all because of the man you loved so blindly. âTil your dying breath, you were shielded from the secrets of his true identity, and feelings, ones he swore he would take to the very grave he dug.
Chrollo fell to his knees, his fingers dug into his palms hard enough to draw blood. The vile pungence of your blood suffocated his senses, despite something so familiar to him, Chrollo heaved and curled over himself, quivering like an autumn leaf in the windâhe looked pathetic; hot tears and snot covered his reddened face as he cried out into darkness.
Every bit of air left his lungs and each breath felt like a chase he couldnât win. Truth be told, he didnât have the courage to reach out to your body, no, he didnât feel like he deserved to do so.
To taint you more than he already had. So, Chrollo didnât, instead, he weeped until the moon decorated the obsidian skies, until his tears tried, until your body ran cold, and every bit of colour you wore was gone.Â
And when the assassin finally pieced himself together, he did three things.
One, let Ciaran Driscoll know that the job had been done using a burner phone.
Two, with the same device, Chrollo called the police, brazenly letting them know he murdered someone, and the exact location of the crime scene.
Three, he covered your car in flames, and fed the burner phone into it; he watched as bright hues of oranges and yellows devoured the vehicle before doing what he did best: disappearing into the night, and becoming one with the shadows to never be found again.
The night before, he had quietly handed in his resignation to Lukas who gave him an appreciative pat on the back, the old timer parted with words that Chrollo knew would remain ingrained in his mind, âIâm quite sure the young miss appreciated your service. Thank you for taking care of her.âÂ
His heart shouldnât have clenched at that but it did, and painfully so.
The coming days blended into nights with Chrollo sitting inside his hideoutâa dingy, rundown motel with paper thin walls that housed interesting individuals. Completely unaware of the time, his only company was the ticking ivory wall clock above the cramped dining space.
The hefty payment from Ciaran lay untouched on the bed, concealed within a briefcase. He didnât eat nor drink, not even having the energy to step outside for occasional sunlight, and every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the look you gave him during your final moments, he remembered the metallic tang in the air.
The old chunky television situated atop a rusty console table was what kept Chrolloâs sanity intact.
Day to night, it blasted morning, afternoon, and evening newsâto the point of fellow motel goers knocking at his door to complain about the noiseâjust to keep up with information about you. As much as Chrollo yearned to bask in the memory of you, seeing your face plastered on television followed by a variety of words such as ârest in peaceâ, âmurderedâ, âassassinatedâ, and âdeadâ didnât help his mind at all.
At least what kept him entertained were the updates on potential suspects that may be tied to the crime scene; the murder weapon was an unregistered gun loaded with an unregistered bullet, and the footprints left at the scene had no unique tread.
So at best, there were no concrete leads in the case.
Not that it mattered to Chrollo.
Atop the cheap wooden table on which he sat were two things, the murder weapon and a singular stem of a white chrysanthemum. The one you had given him from your bouquet. Chrollo let the flower sit there for days on end until its ivory petals shrivelled into a brown hueâits sweet aroma turning pungent.
Until it withered.Â
Until the scent of death choked him the same way his cries did that nightâa mockery of what was lost, of what he willingly destroyed.
One month. It took Chrollo a month to finally step into the day, and out of the drab motel room. Brightness engulfed his vision, the sunâs afternoon rays shone as brightly as ever, enveloping him in a warm, gentle hug as if to welcome him back to reality.
He was certain he didnât deserve kindness from this world, not even the permission to step foot in the very earth that held your body dearly in its grasp as though you were its prized possession.
Oddly enough, Chrollo found himself standing before a familiar flower boutique. With his gaze locked onto the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked around the inside, as if doing so was going to have you magically pop out of nowhere, and buy a dozen of white chrysanthemums like before.
But you didnât.
Pulled from his thoughts, a recognizable voice filled his ears, it was the owner, âAre you here to buy flowers for a lover, perhaps? I can recommend a fewââ She stopped halfway through her sentence, realising the familiar face that stood before her. Chrollo watched as her face morphed into a sad smile, the cheery glint in her eyes disappearing beneath the thickness of her lashes,
âIf Iâm not mistaken, youâre her bodyguard, right?â He inhaled a sharp breath at the mention of you, heart violently thumping against the confines of his chest. Chrollo could only nod, anything more than that would have him breaking.
The old lady reached out her plump hand, and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, âIâm so sorry for your loss. She was lovelyââ
Donât say that. Donât say it to me like Iâm not the cause of her death. Donât say it to me like I should be mourning for someone who died by my hands.
Chrollo gritted his teeth, jaw clenching at the sympathy thrown his way. He felt sick and disgusted with himselfâas if he were a vile being trapped beneath human skin. All of a sudden the sun rays that gently enveloped his body didnât feel like a warm hug anymore, sharp, hot prickles spread throughout his clothed skin, leaving a painful itch.
ââand the only customer who bought chrysanthemums frequently. Others usually bought the flowers once or twice for funerals and death anniversaries; she was the only one who truly saw chrysanthemums in a different light.â
A symbol of devoted love and loyalty, thatâs how you saw them.
How ironic that the flowers you once adored would be laid upon your grave, holding a completely different message; mourning and grief. That didnât sit well with Chrollo, you loved white chrysanthemums but not for that reason.
âApologies, I ramble too much.â The owner let out a polite chuckle before continuing. âWell, can I at least interest you in some flowers? What would it be for you?â
âCan I get a dozen of those?â Chrollo pointed at the lively bunch soaked in water, situated just beside the boutiqueâs entrance. Following his finger, she looked behind her and smiled, âRight away.â
Its petals resembled rays of the first sunshine, the golden hue it wore promised eternal warmth even after death.
As day turned into night with the crescent moon high above the obsidian skies, Chrollo made his way to your perpetual resting placeâit didnât take much effort to do some digging around to find out where your body had been buried.
The chilly wind howled as it danced with the dark, trees and leaves swaying to accompany it with a silent song. He walked down the moonlit path of the cemetery, land that outstretched before him was decorated with tombstones, and in his left hand was the bouquet he bought earlier.
Moonlight shone over your grave as if the moon herself knew the secrets shared between you and Chrollo on cloudless nights. Bouquets of white chrysanthemums decorated the space around your grave, candles that were once lit rested atop the marbled tombstone that housed your full name.
Oddly enough, this felt like dĂ©jĂ vu. Maybe it was due to the fact that you and Chrollo rendezvoused in your room the same way he visited your graveâunder a lonely moonlit night where soft whispers, and beating hearts were heard.
Bending down, Chrollo lightly caressed your carved name, cleaning out stray pieces of grass and dirt blown by the wind. He gently placed the bouquet amongst the sea of white, its colourful hue greedily taking all the limelight from the sombre flowers,
âI know these arenât your favourite but I figured youâd like them too . .â He paused for a moment, foolishly waiting for you to reply.
â. . Yellow chrysanthemums just like the white ones butââ Who was he kidding? Chrollo felt stupid. Talking to your grave as if you were aliveâas if he wasnât the one who brought you to your demise.
The audacity he had.
Truth be told, every fibre inside his body screamed at him to turn back, and never show his disgusting self but Chrollo was as greedy as the darkness that drank the moonlight each night.
He envied the ground like sin, how held you in its arms, cradling your rotting body in its eternal embrace. It should be him. Now, heâd have to remember you longer than he had known you.
Instead, Chrollo was six feet aboveâalive; tied to, and haunted by the shackles of foolish regret. The memory of that night replayed in his mind over and over again like a cursed broken record, the disgusting thump as your lifeless body hit the floor, blood pooling around your head.
Most nights heâd find himself calling your name in his sleepâhe always dreamt of the same dream: you, running away from him in a field of flowers, no matter how hard he worked his legs, he never seemed to reach your body.Â
Chrollo sat before your grave and sobbed, letting creatures of the night feel his vulnerability; as the wind howled, the breeze carried the sounds of his cries to the trees, where it promised him to keep it a secretâa story only reserved for the dead.
Hot tears rolled down his frost-bitten cheeks, pooling on the tip of his chin before it fell on the damp grass beneath.
In antique texts, yellow chrysanthemums represented oneâs heart left to desolation. Neglected love. It was only befitting for he has killed the very person who grew to love his blood-stained soul because in the end, he was nothing but a man only adept at destroying.
He let out shaky exhale, and whispered into the night the answer you sought,Â
âI love you.â
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~ Summery: They both could not truly understand if this was the reality they were gifted, or elaborate hells that they were still stuck within. But through late night reassurances before their final fight, they both find themselves grounded in a crazed reality that could only be blissful as long as they are with one another.
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Cw: Smut, just pure lovemaking smut, overstimulation AN: So... this is my first smut posting here so... well enjoy. Im def not nervous. Huge massive shoutout to @enterthedreams for the beta!!! Honestly youre my favorite person.
Something about the sound of his steady heartbeat harmonizing with the calm breathing that caressed her damp, flushed face, was nothing short of bliss. The couch had been abandoned at some point during their second round. Now they were just content to lay on the floor, surrounded by blankets and candles bathing them both in a romantic glow. Between that and the reflective veins of the aquarium above, Avantika could not help but think this all looked to be the most ethereal dream.Â
To see Lucanis like this, to even hear him like this, made him more godlike than any of the Evanuris could think to achieve. Lucanis must have noticed the silent adoration that Rook was giving him. A brow arched as he reached to move some hair that remained stuck to her skin away. His hand did not immediately retreat, taking a moment to trace the outline of her cheekbone. It followed down until the tip of his finger was resting at the bottom of her chin. Without even a silent command, Rook leaned in to have her lips grace his own â a kiss of gentle tenderness and love. âWhat has your mind distracted, mi diosa?â The look of concern on Lucanisâs features immediately tugged at her heart, wanting to eradicate any kind of emotion that was not happiness in this moment, in this little world they had created.Â
Concern was for what would take place in the morning, not now. Not here. âWould you believe me if I said you?â The smile that she gave him was one filled with dimples on her cheeks and teeth.Â
Lucanisâ own reflected straight back, a smile that would tear down the heavens. It was a privilege to Rook that she had been gifted his smile. His trust and comfort. That kind of smile could only be reciprocated with another kiss, moving from his lips to the bags under his eyes. For the first time, Avantika felt the exhaustion in those beautiful eyes was warranted. They both had given up on sleep a long while ago.Â
Lucanis was right.Â
How on earth could either sleep when the other was like this? âI could only hope it is good. I know it has been a while so my skills might take some ti â â Before Lucanis could even finish the sentence, Avantika was quick to cut him off. âOh, shut your fucking mouth.âÂ
She all but pounced on his broad chest, attacking his face with her lips while tenderly pecking and nipping as his own laughter filled the room. Strong arms wrapped around the woman as he took her in a roll, accepting this defeat as he got Rook on her back. The sight of him above her, eyes filled with nothing but love looking into her own almost brought her to tears. But in this light, the reflections of water mixed with the flickering candlelight, she could not help but have her eyes drawn to that silver puckered skin on his chest. Which only brought her eyes to all the others that littered his body. It came with the job, the scars.Â
Lucanis probably noticed at some point with all the clothes flying off that Rook had her own. Some Crows â usually Viago â would tell anyone that scars meant a sloppy job. Crows were meant to be clean. Quick in and out performances. From what Avantika could assume, neither her nor Lucanis were exactly fitting that description.Â
Catching the direction of her eyes, a small smirk grew. He raised himself into a seated position on her lap as Avantika rested upon her shoulders. âMy cousin gave me that one, funnily enough.â Lucanis shrugged, the pad of his thumb tracing over the two inch long pinkish line. âWe were sparring in the garden, and snuck a couple of Caterinaâs knives. You know how it goes, stupid kids playing with knives.â âSo what youâre saying is that he beat you?â It took everything in Avantika not to let out a little snicker. âWhat?! No! I beat him and he gave me this because he is a sore loser!â Lucanis placed his hand over his heart in mock offence. But the flint in his eyes gave away that jovial mischief. âI killed a god, Rook! You think my cousin is going to best me?â âOkay, okay!â Rook lifted her hands in surrender, seating herself up more so that they were both level with each other. Lucanis made sure not to keep his whole weight on her legs or hips. âI'm just saying it only took until the second chance and â â âAnd I did not have a demon, nor a woman like you, distracting my thoughts then, pequeña cuervo.â Lucanisâs voice dipped to a playful low growl, taking her face in his hands as he traced the tip of his nose against hers. âI'd say that is unfair.âÂ
For as much as this man tried to play that intimidation game, they both knew with Avantika, he could only be this soft man. âAh yes. My fault, I see your game, Dellamorte.â Avantika playfully pushed the man away, moving to stand with the destination of nowhere in mind. âI see how it is.âÂ
The arm that wrapped around her waist was expected, Avantika letting Lucanis pull her back as he assaulted her neck with kisses.Â
âForgive me diosa, I mean it as the greatest compliment.â His nose buried in the thick wild mass of her hair as he took a deep breath of her scent.Â
Rook felt him rock their bodies back and forth, his bare chest pressed against her bare back as his face travelled from her neck to the line of her shoulders. Avantika had learnt much from this night. Like how this man could spend literal hours just memorizing every dip and valley of her body. How there was not an inch of skin he would leave unappreciated, unadorned with his branding lips and igniting breath. How Lucanis could be so determined to find every spot that made Avantika shudder, whimper, bite her lip to suppress that moan he was chasing.Â
Maybe it was for the thrill of the sexual experience. That carnal desire both had suppressed for however long in their lives, let it be their choice or otherwise. Â
It was so much more than just a simple desire. It was reassurance, to make sure that what they were tasting, kissing, loving, was real and tangible. That what they were trusting with their most vulnerable hearts was real, that the safety and love they both wanted to shelter them was truly existing.Â
So the lingering touches, whether it be to explore a desire or just for the comfort of feeling they were there, helped the both of them. When Lucanis kissed from one shoulder blade to another, humming happily to himself as he felt the trail he left behind bloom in blush, she smiled, nuzzling into the skin. âAnd the others? Were those Illario too, or do you just have that many sore losers you fight?â Rook could not help but giggle at the small bite Lucanis left in warning following a growl.Â
She turned around in his arms. Now Avantika sat in his lap with both legs on either side. Leaning back, she could hear that stifled whimper Lucanis gave, not wanting her too far away from his adoring touch and gaze. Her fingers went to his lips, playfully hushing him. Those wide brown eyes looked to her with deepest reverence, his lips automatically capturing the pads of her fingertips between his lips and his beard tickled the skin he kissed softly. Finally breaking her focus away from that beautiful face, her amber eyes fell back to those scars decorating his body. Some were jagged, rough, and others seemed so precise and delicate. It truly was a strange kind of tapestry of his life he bore. Where some were faded, only a ghost of a story lingering, others seemed quite new, possibly no less than a year old. That thought made Avantika swallow the sudden lump in her throat as Lucanis reached to gently brush her cheek. Rookâs eyes flickered back to him.Â
A silent question being asked as her hand fell away from his face, instead ghosting over the scar they both had just focused on. Compared to the others, it was rather tame. Of course, if touching such wounds was far too fast, too personal for Lucanis to deal with right now, Avantika would stop immediately. But with a shivering breath, goosebumps appearing on his skin, he nodded. His right hand took hers softly, directing her to another, far more jagged scar over his right bicep. Her touch was featherlight. As if Lucanis would just shatter like glass if she applied any more pressure. Whether it was her touch, or his scar being touched specifically, Lucanis let out a shudder, his breath hitching in his throat as Avantika slowly traced over every curve. His hand fell away, letting Avantika fully explore the canvas of this man.Â
âAmbushed on a job.â For how jovial he sounded, Lucanis's voice was almost breathless. âNot that the target had any backup, but the attic I chose to enter seemed to have a hermit also residing there. Maybe I deserved it for disturbing the peace of his sleep.âÂ
When he finished speaking, a few deep breaths followed. Avantikaâs hand traced over the valley of his chest, finding a scar just on his shoulder. This one was much different â not a stab or a cut, but instead a burn just slightly smaller than her palm. âA couple years ago, one of my targets really didnât want to go down without some sort of blaze of glory.â Something in Lucanisâs voice became quieter, more wistful as Avantikaâs finger traced small circles within the taut skin. âBurnt their entire estate to the ground. Still managed to get him, but I didnât really consider the falling debris.âÂ
âViago had told me about that incident.â Avantika could not help but snicker and flick the nose of the man whose expression went from light to deadpan. âSaid that is the reason if you take a contract, make sure you case the home for the smell of oil.âÂ
But hearing the woman laugh, he could not stop the smile reappearing. Seeing the smile too, Rook nuzzled her nose to the corner of his lips, eliciting another low chuckle from the Crow as she continued her discoveries. That finger of hers trailed from the shoulder down his arm, asking about every little story Lucanis could remember. Some were from little accidents; falling from roofs, lost drunken bets, Illario being the cousin that he is.Â
Others, she could feel his body stiffen at the stories, some much harder to stir in his memory than others. For those particular reflections, Avantikaâs hand would reassuringly stroke Lucanisâs hair, not wanting such memories to take over his heart and mind from the small bubbled world they had created. There came a point where Avantika stopped asking. Where both of their voices just somehow drifted away as she traced over the scars over and over.Â
Then she felt, to herself at least, her touches were not enough. That just a lingering touch could not help heal the wounds of memories left behind. She may not be able to heal them completely, but the least she could do was make sure he was never alone in facing the dark. At this point, Avantika had homed herself behind Lucanis, the manâs back to her chest. When her finger disappeared, and for a moment there was just the ambient air around them, a soft and fleeting whimper escaped Lucanis, having grown so accustomed to her adoring touches. But what was once just the feeling of a featherlight finger became replaced with the burning warms of Rookâs lips, capturing the puckered flesh of the healed wound between her lips.Â
Where Lucanis had just let out near breathless whimpers before, this touch had made those sounds change to something far deeper, more guttural. The sound sent shivers and pleasured waves through Avantikaâs body, only able to take that as the go ahead to keep moving forward.Â
For the next blissful eternity, Avantika worshipped every scar, every physical remnant of a memory on Lucanisâs body. Her lips, tongue, even teeth did everything they could to kiss away whatever metaphorical demons lingered within them. It did not take long for Lucanis to lose whatever sliver of control he had over himself in this moment, his body shuddering every time her lips graced another scar.Â
Bit back moans became guttural growls and whined pleading, words incomprehensible. But, slowly, so agonizingly slowly, Avantika made her way around the manâs body. From his back, down the length of his arms. Even his hands and fingers did not escape her worship, those small worn knicks and weathered callouses receiving nothing but love from her mouth and breath. By the time Avantika returned to straddling Lucanisâs hips, he had become a shivering, opened mouth mess. Gasping open-mouthed breaths, skin fire-hot and oversensitive. Avantika could only assume not once had this man ever felt this kind of care, this kind of much deserved appreciation given to his body. If together meant forever showing this man the love and adoration he deserved to feel for the rest of his life, Avantika would willingly take it.Â
For the next million lifetimes over. Her lips finally broke away from her journey. Then Lucanisâs arms shot up to hold her own, white knuckled like she was the only lifeline he could cling to. For a moment, Avantika saw the panic in his eyes â one that the two seemed to share. The panic that this was not real, that the two were in some elaborate and cruel dream. His mind still in the Ossuary partly, this being some new method of torture concocted by Calivan.Â
To her, this could have been another visage in the Fade. Solas being cruelly sympathetic and letting her live out the rest of existence in the Fade in some warped, tortured dream. But as his breath once again caressed her face, his heartbeat thrumming in his chest, Avantika knew that this was true.Â
This was real.Â
This was their eternity, together. And if she had to prove that, by the gods she would. Before he could speak of their worries, her hand found his lips again. Lucanisâs eyes rolled to the back of his head at the contact, his breath shuddering. Rook kept her own mouth nearly a breath away from his, drinking in every gasp and moan that he fed her with. His arousal was already quite prevalent against her thigh, exhausted and oversensitive from the prior adorations of the night, but still somehow more.Â
For a long moment, Avantika just kept herself still, falling into the abyss that was his gaze. A stare filled with love and pure bliss at what was being held in his arms. Letting her hand slowly slip away again, she silently allowed Lucanis to help lift her waist, their faces not breaking the miniscule distance from each other. Both wanted to drink this in, drink each other in. To witness their eyes, their breaths, their very beings connecting as one. And so it did.Â
Slowly, he sheathed himself within her warm walls once more. The overstimulation of the night prevented him from fully entering completely, letting out a long whine at the surge of overwhelming pleasure that shot through him. Avantika could not blame him, her own mewl following as her sex automatically tightened as much as it could from the entrance.Â
Both were well spent, well satisfied, but this coupling was far more than just sex, just chasing pleasure. This was the two solidifying themselves in reality, within each other. Drinking in her moans, Lucanis canted his hips upward, sharply letting the rest of himself become engulfed. The cry that ripped through his throat was quickly devoured by Avantikaâs kiss. Not a kiss of precision, but one full of teeth and tongue â one that just needed to devour him completely.Â
He groaned into her mouth, his own kiss sloppily reciprocating as the two began to move together as one. Both of their hips rolled simultaneously as they cried out in a frenzied ecstasy. Rook finding all the scars again to drag her nails along, eliciting the most erotic and passionate cries from the Crow beneath her. That is when the first tear fell from Avantikaâs face.Â
She did not know what exactly made her cry through all this. The immense pleasure he was giving her with every stuttering thrust, the wailing cries and whimpers they both fed each other, or just the knowledge that he was here with her.Â
That all of this was real. That their love was real.Â
So when the tear fell to his cheek, he immediately latched his lips to her face, kissing away every exhausted tear she produced as his own materialized. Neither knew how long they rocked with each other, neither really seemed to care. Avantika had let herself go, losing count on how many times Lucanis had made her unravel into jaded oblivion. He had come with her, his seed filling her core and overflowing, dripping like the tears on her cheeks, thighs slick with the physical representation of Lucanisâs adoration. It could have been an hour, to them they did not care if it was days spent like this either. But pulling away one more time, collapsing on their side to the floor as their legs were wrapped in a tangled heap, Lucanis kissed the remaining tears away, Avantika following suit. âDiosa mĂa, mi vida, mi corazĂłn y mi ser son sĂłlo tuyos. Te amo, mi pequeño cuervo.â Lucanis followed his words with a long, lingering kiss, one that carried the love of his words. Avantika could not help but let out a choked sob at the beauty of his words. A language she had to learn, that she thanked every god above she kept remembrance of. With her own reciprocating kiss, capturing his lower lip between her teeth, she looked up into his eyes, her hand wiping away the remaining tears staining his cheek.
âLucanis⊠You're really here, we are really here. My love for you, truly, is here.â
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mi diosa - my goddess pequeña cuervo - little crow Diosa mĂa, mi vida, mi corazĂłn y mi ser son sĂłlo tuyos. Te amo, mi pequeño cuervo - My goddess, my life, my heart and my being are yours alone. I love you, my little crow.
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percy's new obsession | percy jackson
አpercy jackson x argentine! reader አwarnings: percy lifts reader on his shoulder, sex implications? (i am freaky lately!) አwc: 596 a pedido de mi nueva bestie <3
âI had breakfast at the new cafĂ© today! I wanted to try the chocolate cake,â they were both on the sofa, and even though he had been paying attention to her at first, he had tuned out when an action movie came on TV. âbut they said there wasnât any, so I had the⊠em...âÂ
He tilted his head a little when the sound of her voice stopped, a smile forming as he watched her squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of the word she needed.Â
And then, she spoke to herself. âAy, ÂżcĂłmo se llama?â
So, here's the thing; Percy heard her speak Spanish before, but only a handful of times and with simple words like si, no and hola.Â
But he had never, ever heard a complete sentence. It might sound dramatic, but when the words left the girlâs mouth, something inside Percy shifted. The simple fact of listening to her speak literally another language made something in his perception of her change, like suddenly she was a fucking goddes or a divine creature.
And what struck him the most was her accent. Her voice had somehow shifted, turning a bit lower and richer. He had never heard that accent before, and within seconds, it was already his favorite.
He had no idea what she had said, but his cheeks flushed as if she had said the sexiest and most lustful thing in the world.Â
âAlmond cake, eso! SĂ, it was very good!â He just nodded, still a bit dazed. âOh, and the filling! It was dulce de leche and-â
âOh my god, stopâ Percy put a hand on her cheeks and turned her head towards him, causing her to stop mid-sentence and look at him confused. She found Percy staring at her almost with lust, his eyes wide and his jaw slightly dropped. âYouâre gonna be the death of me.âÂ
âEh?â She looked honestly confused, and he stared at her with obvious intent.Â
âYour accent! How come you never speak Spanish?âÂ
âCause you donât understand it?â I mean, she has a point.Â
But who even cared? He would learn Spanish if it meant listening to her accent every day.Â
Oh God, just imagining it excited him.Â
"Never speak English again, English is banned in this house." His voice was frantic, almost as if he were pleading for his life. He seemed ready to drop to his knees in front of her and beg. "Please, speak Spanish from now on."
âOh my God, I-â she looked taken aback, but she gathered herself and, with a playful smile, she told him. âDale, si vos querĂ©s, yo hablo asĂ. No hay drama.â
He left out a small scream, and if he hadnât rushed toward her to bury his face in her stomach and clutch her legs tightly, she would have seen his eyes roll back and hear him groan.
He was torn between wanting to keep listening to her voice and knowing he shouldnât tempt himself any more.
Meanwhile, she could barely contain her laughter, gently tugging at her boyfriendâs hair (I swear she was trying to kill him!) and thinking about how this would benefit her.
âÂżQuerĂ©s ver algo en la tele?â
âSure.â She looked at Percy in surprise, thinking that he had understood what she meant.Â
Clearly, he hadnât, because before she could blink, he sprang to his feet and tossed her onto his shoulder. The sudden movement made her gasp, and she couldnât stop herself from giggling when he kissed her thigh, which was right beside his face.
âÂĄBajame, boludo!âÂ
While walking toward the bedroom with the girl on his shoulder, Percy found himself wondering what he was going to do now.
Dam, the hottest person alive was completely his.
hello hello! hoy me siento mĂĄs patriota que nunca!! i want to apologize cause lately evertything i write feels kind of sexual HAHAHAHAHA me sale asĂ porque es fin de semana no me juzgen!
#fanfic#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson#pjo x reader#percy jackson x you#percy jackson x reader#my writing#percy jackson imagines
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