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saeun · 1 year ago

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fuck my life; hold me tight. model!gojo satoru ⭒ fem-reader.

satoru came back after his two-week long trip for his modeling gigs. he's the same, but who's this ‘saori’ lady with a thorny stick up her ass? wc : 6.2k · usage of y/n.

+ love ‘su: thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat! 😝 i left this without the small font bc it's lowkey a lot tbh

one › who's this?

undoubtedly, today’s the most important. you��ve been impatiently crossing off the days on the calendar until satoru returns. familiar with your excitement, he called you prior to hold you back from coming to the airport. it was strange, but nevertheless you thought less of it.

with your day now free, you spent it preparing for satoru. his favorite dishes were made, charcuterie board prepared, and the series you both watched together can be resumed. every time the thought of seeing satoru with your eyes again comes about, you get goosebumps. it’s almost sickening how he’s plagued your mind, becoming the balance-shifting object for your moods.

your eyes shift to the clock, realizing that there’s only an hour until he walks through the door. 4:00 p.m it reads, you’ve yet to shower — let alone choose an outfit. some may say your actions are too much, but nothing is ever “too much” when it comes to satoru. have you lost your marbles? not all, but perhaps you’ve become slightly boy crazy (with justifying reasons!)

4:58 p.m: you’re anxiously switching between apps on your phone, trying your best to not stare at the clock on the top of the screen. it’s insanely tempting, but you won’t give in. there’s no better distraction than window shopping on websites for items you’ll never set free with your credit card.

the door slams open, and soon a cheerful voice follows. they both jerk you out of your trance, leaving you with the pair of a palpitating heart and widened eyes.

“BABY!” a disheveled satoru shouts, recklessly dropping his luggage at the front of the door.

he walk-runs past the furniture, dodging the table corners until he’s nearing the sofa you’re situated on.

“sa-SATORU?!” you’re shocked even though you expected his arrival.

you unconsciously stood up, abandoning your phone as you moved to him. satoru mirrors you, being the first of the two to engulf you into a heartfelt hug. he squeezes you hard, burying his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder. his hand cups the back of your head, pressing softly into your hair.

“i missed you,” he whispers, letting out a shaky breath. “it took an entire week to sleep properly without you.”

“you’re addicted,” you joked, lifting a hand to ruffle his already-ruffled hair.

“not funny.”

“okay, okay, sorry. i missed you too.” you pull away from satoru, smiling at his pouting expression.

your hands move to his shoulders, gripping his puffed jacket to pull them down. he helps you by moving his arms out of it. once it’s off, he rolls his shoulders back, rolling his neck around to stretch his muscles. he’s been cooped up in a sitting position for twelve hours; the last thing he needs are stiff muscles and a sore body.

content with the new, relaxed feeling, satoru looks around. everything’s the same, as expected. nothing changed other than the charcuterie board on the coffee table and the dishes on the dining table. immediately, he recognizes the food. how could he not? it’s the food he labeled as his favorite even when it wasn’t.

in multiple attempts to please your mother on the first meeting, he went along with her words.

the soap opera she’s caught up in? oh, he’s been watching it too!

short videos she found on social media that are painfully unfunny? actually, it’s hilarious!

the lunch she cooked? it’s now something he’s been craving for weeks.

the salad? to you, he hates greens since they’re ‘flavorless’. to your mother? golly! put more on his plate!

he spent the week at your parents’ gaslighting himself until it became the truth. he became a new man after the meeting. lemon water was his new go-to (influenced by your mother) and card games are his forte (influenced by your father).

ever since then the main dish your mother cooked up became his true favorite. maybe it’s because of the warmth that came with it, or maybe it’s because he’s still gaslighting himself. nonetheless, he’ll always eat it.

“did you make all this yourself?” he questions, stealing a bite before you could’ve plated his food.

“hands off,” you slapped his hand, “i didn’t, though. i asked my mother.”

“ah, my mother-in-law. i miss your parents, too. we should visit,” he suggests, rubbing his hand that you heartlessly slapped.

“mhm, soon,” you agreed, sliding his plate to him. “let’s sit and eat.”

──

the plates are cleared, the charcuterie board’s three-quarters finished, and you’re on the final episode of season one of the show. satoru’s head is on your lap, busying his hands by poking at your thigh’s skin. your hand’s following suit, busying itself by playing with his hair strands.

the show was long forgotten, being demoted to background noise the moment you asked satoru to tell you all about the trip. you’ve heard the details beforehand during your calls, but it’s different to hear it face-to-face.

you intently listened as he talked, giving him mhms and yeahs to let him know you’re listening.

“oh, and i met a new co-worker? friend? i dunno but we’re acquainted now,” he speaks, looking up to you.

“really? i’m glad. is he a model too?”

“yeah, but it’s a she.”

you paused for a second. a she? that’s new. you’re not the type to anger yourself over your boyfriend befriending the opposite gender, but you’d still like to see her.

“i’d like to meet her,” you said, looking down at him with a soft smile.

“are you free in two days? i have a meeting that day. she’ll probably be there — no chances though, i never asked about her schedule...” his voice trails off as he ponders, trying to remember if she mentioned anything about being in a meeting after the trip.

“of course i’m free. i took a sick leave on purpose for this week.”

satoru laughs at the new information. you took a sick leave just for him? at your position of head assistant? he’ll never find someone who loves him like you do.

— two days after : the meeting.

you’re walking hand-in-hand with satoru through the hallway. you’re a little — no, incredibly nervous. it’s your first time officially meeting satoru’s business buddies. they know of you, you know of them, but that’s about it.

you dressed yourself up professionally, trying to match the classy rich vibes. it’s times like these you appreciate satoru’s over-the-top, multiple-zeros gifts. you’ll have to remember to give him special thanks for this.

“okay, we’re here,” he says, knocking you out of the nervousness.

“if you start feeling uncomfortable, squeeze my hand, okay? i’ll take you out of there,” reassuring you, he gifts you a peck on your forehead, topping it off with his genuine smile that’s only for you.

his hand turns the door knob, walking in with his model smile as he greets the members. you’re tailing behind him, trying to hide. the sudden energy shift didn’t match yours, so your instinct to hide behind satoru kicked in. unluckily for you, your boyfriend was set to formally introduce you. he uses a hand to hold your wrist, pulling you to the side of him.

“you brought a plus one with you i see,” a guy notes the obvious, smiling at your shyness. he already has an idea of who you are.

his words catch the attention of others. within seconds every pair of eyes landed on you. unfamiliar with the amount of attention, you squeezed satoru’s hand, placing a fake smile to mask your uncomfort.

“nuh uh, get your own. that’s too much staring,” satoru complains, squeezing back your hand. he steps in front of you, leading you both to two reserved seats at the table.

“i’m assuming that lady must be the one you talked everyone’s ears off about,” a lady suggests this time, stretching out her arm to you as she’s on the opposite side, but directly in front of you.

you stretched your arm out to her, accepting her handshake.

“i’m (y/n), pleasure to meet you.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you too. call me mia,” she introduces herself, ignoring the heated glare of a man who doesn’t like sharing.

similarly, you’re ignoring the gut feeling of someone glaring through your soul. the situation feels similar to your teacher staring at you during an exam when you secretly have cheating materials with you.

the meeting continues on. you were introduced to everyone and met with questions. some complained about satoru to you, and others asked how you’re able to tolerate him. of course, satoru took offense. he flipped them off with the finger that has your matching rings on.

an hour later, you’re in the building’s cafeteria with satoru. it was okay; the atmosphere was friendly — minus that one person who glared at you. you don’t know who they are, nor what they look like as you avoided that corner. your social battery is drained, and you’re hungry for a light snack.

“baby, can you order for us? i gotta let it go. real bad,” satoru says, balling his fingers into a fist to hold back the feeling.

“uh, sure, but what do you mean let it go?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“piss, baby. piss. love you, bye!”

with that, satoru speeds off, almost colliding with another worker in the process.

gathering your order, you looked around for an unoccupied table to sit at. unfortunately, they’re all unoccupied. it’s a little awkward, but you’re left with no other option than to ask someone if satoru has his own office.

“ah, mia!” you called out, spotting her outside the smoking room.

“(y/n)! need anything before i smoke?” she smiles, pointing at the door.

“um, do you know if satoru has his own office?” contrary to your nervousness, your voice came out perfectly.

“take the elevator and press number ten. turn left and stop until you’re at the third room; that’s his office.”

“thanks much, mia!” you gave her a bright smile, turning around to find your new destination.

“no problem, (y/n),” she waves you off, entering the smoking room.

you followed mia’s directions, taking the elevator to floor ten and entering the third room on the left. it’s no doubt that the office is satoru’s. the pineapple-framed mirror confirmed it all. that mirror is the same mirror satoru try to convince you that it’s “in style”.

settling down in his office, you can finally be at rest. placing the food his desk, you plopped yourself down on his chair.

‘it’s comfortable, but surely it doesn’t take that long to pee,’ you think, suspecting that satoru may have gotten caught up in a conversation.

the door clicks, opening to reveal someone. your mind thought of satoru, but it was indeed not. it wasn’t even the right gender. a beautiful girl entered; her aura was a cool, mysterious, “i’m better than you” feel. confusion poured down on you. who is she and why is she here?

you don’t strike a conversation. instead, you simply watch her walk into the office until she’s in front of the desk.

“do you need some—”

“you must be gojo satoru’s bitch.”

“excuse me?” not only were you cut off, you were called a bitch. clearly, she’s not on friendly terms, and who does she think she is?

she looks down at you, placing a taunting smile on her lips. you don’t care since you’re the one on his chair, but who is she calling a bitch?!

“compared to satoru, you’re… low, to put it kindly!”

“okay, but who asked you that?” you questioned her, rolling your eyes.

if you were in a fantasy novel, she’d be the main villainess who’s engaged to the male lead for political reasons. you’re the female lead who’ll become victim to the villainess’ antics as the male lead, satoru, fell for you.

flustered at your sentence, she scoffs. compared to the shy persona you displayed at the meeting, you’re all bitchy now.

“i don’t need someone to ask me something in order to speak my mind.”

“oh my god. i didn’t ask you that, nor do i want your input.” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

“i don’t like you. you’re not good enough for satoru,” she voices her (unwanted) opinions, scanning you up and down.

“it’s gojo to you, missy. who’s the girlfriend here?” you noted her mistakes while making your position obvious.

she rolls her eyes, offended at being called ‘missy.’

“and it’s saori, not missy. get it right.”

“why must you disturb my tranquility with your nonsense ? please exit, missy.”

“i said it’s—”

“saori? why are you here?” satoru enters, removing his coat in the process.

“that’s what i asked her,” you said, looking at her up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“i wanted to meet your girl-friend, satoru!” suddenly her tone changed. the space she put between the word girlfriend didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

this is ridiculous.

he slowly nods, thinking that the deliberate pause between girlfriend might’ve been his imagination.

“oh, i was gonna introduce you guys. you beat me to it,” he pouts, walking over next to you to give you another kiss.

you smiled at satoru but smirked at saori.

irritated, she huffs, “i’ve seen enough, call me when you’re free from that, satoru.”

both of you watch her walk out in silence. satoru’s now confused.

“what’s that about?” he asks, scratching his head.

“is she the friend you talked about?” you answered his question with your question.

“yeah, but i don’t know why she has such an attitude all of a sudden. did her boyfriend argue with her?”

“pfft— she has a boyfriend?” you scoffed, learning that she’s not only the bitch, but potentially unloyal. why else would she bother you, who’s satoru’s girlfriend, if it wasn’t because she likes him?

he nods, shrugging off the curiosity to know what’s with her shift in behavior.

“whatever, let’s eat, baby.”

──

it’s way past your bedtime, and you’ve just arrived home. the day was eventful, minus the missy encounter, but nonetheless you had fun.

although you’re glad to be acquainted with satoru’s peers, you couldn’t shake off the suspicion that sao-whatever-her-name-is has been making advances to satoru while your presence was absent.

you can tell that satoru holds no affection to her, but you’re still worried. satoru’s loyal, yes, but he’s an oblivious idiot. if he nor you isn’t the one flirting, he wouldn’t notice anything. that’s why her behavior change whenever he’s around is seen as “friendly” and not “i want you so bad” to him.

you sighed, shaking your head to rid it of her. what’s important is that satoru isn’t interested in her. you can sleep with that comforting image in mind.

now that satoru’s home, you’ve been attached to each other like the north and south pole of two magnets. inseparable. it’s been like this for a week, but something changed.

two › is it just you or…?

the sao-still-don’t-remember-her-name missy has been ringing satoru’s phone down whether it’s by messages, voice messages, or calls. at this point, it’s annoying. satoru himself was one call away from blocking her, but he couldn’t.

aside from satoru himself, she’s the other key member in the new project. if he suddenly draws a line between them it can become what kills the project. thankfully, the conversations have been limited to work-related topics… or so you believe.

you’re on the sofa, indulging in a new show as you peeled an apple. the show’s plot became so intense that your eyes are glued to the television instead of the apple.

satoru jugs down the stairs, grabbing his car keys and running over behind you. he bends over to place a kiss on your cheek, notifying you that he’ll be meeting up with saori. not paying any mind to him, you bid him goodbye without thinking.

it’s only after he exits the door you register what he said. ‘meeting up with saori? that bitch? ew,’ you shuddered at the thought of her. she’s not scary, definitely not ugly, but sure as hell is a bitch. at least you remember her name now.

──

after that day, satoru’s free time has been occupied with her. you’re now sure it’s not “just work” that’s been going on. you trust satoru, but you don’t trust her.

there’s no reason for someone to meet up with their co-worker every day for work. work is never that interesting. it’s not like they’re in charge of the project either; the project is within the authority of mia and some other guy.

everything about the situation at hand has been bothering you. was she attached to satoru like this during the trip? were they always within arms length of each other? not even you were that clingy to satoru.

the idea to raise alarm bells to satoru crossed you, but the potential argument that may follow is what has you hesitating. you don’t want to suspect satoru’s friend, but her behavior needs to be discussed.

you waited until satoru’s home, showered, and comfortable in bed to bring forth the question. your palms are sweating, but it needs to be done.

“say satoru, can i ask you something?” you hesitated, looking at him.

“yeah, why not?” he replies, eyes stuck on his phone.

“what do you think of that girl?”

“who’s that— do you mean saori?” he laughs, “she’s cool, if i were to be honest. she’s fun to hang around with.”

“has it ever crossed your mind that she likes you?” you cold sweat, worried that he’ll take offense.

“who wouldn’t like me? i’m sexy,” he jokes, winking at you.

you playfully slap his chest. “i’m being serious here!”

“i don’t think she does— or at least i hope she doesn’t. i don’t want to be her boyfriend’s archenemy,” satoru truthfully responds, feeling his pores raise at the thought of a taken man’s enemy.

if you were to like another man satoru would honestly write a will and erase himself from history. so, it’s only natural that he hopes saori doesn’t become her boyfriend’s pain.

you hum, satisfied with his answer. it’s clear as day now. satoru doesn’t view her in any romantic way, but you know she has a thing or two for him.

not wanting to push your luck, you end it there. pulling satoru’s phone away to throw your body on his.

three › wicked witch of the west.

it’s almost as if the conversation with satoru triggered a chain reaction. for whatever the reason may be, you’ve now seen this woman more than your own parents. she invites herself over almost every day.

every time you open the door it’s her snobby face. it sickens you. you ordered a package recently and whenever someone knocks on the door, you think it’s the delivery guy, but nope! it’s the wicked witch of the west!

today it happened again. someone knocked, you opened, missy appears, satoru unwillingly follows her for the sake of the project, you’re left with murderous intent.

it’s time you talk about this with someone. that’s right, you’ve kept your worries inside you but this is just too much! there’s no reason for a taken lady to follow another man like she’s his shadow — far less for a taken man!

frustrated, you phoned your friend.

“hey, utahime.”

“(y/n), my baby! how are you?”

“i’m okay-ish, how about you?”

“i’m good, but what’s up?”

“well… can i come over? i’ll tell you there. i just need to get out.”

“of course you can! you were always here before that thing of a man took you over.”

“all right, i’ll be there in ten!”

──

utahime’s home always brought you comfort; it’s where you go when you needed to escape. due to her dislike for people outside her circle, not everyone knows of her address— especially not satoru.

she engulfed you in a hug the moment she opened the door. you can’t hide anything from utahime, she knew you were out of it from your face.

“i’ll put ramen on the stove, go make yourself comfortable,” she ordered, closing the door behind you.

you followed her words, throwing yourself face first on her sofa. you loudly groaned, annoyed at the idea of saori getting all touchy-touchy with your satoru.

“let’s talk about it,” utahime speaks, pausing the television before she sits on the floor next to you.

you lift your head to look at her, open your mouth, and close it back. ‘let’s not question it,’ you think, knowing that utahime prefers the floor at home ever since you knew her.

“so… there’s this girl named saori—”

“i knew i should’ve ran over satoru yesterday.”

“and then— wait— HUH???” you sputtered, shocked at utahime’s words.

“i saw him crossing the street by himself yesterday. it took a lot of convincing to not floor the gas pedal,” she sighed, knowing she missed the jackpot. “anyway, continue.”

your mouth hangs open for a few more seconds before you regain yourself.

“right… anyway. she’s satoru’s new co-worker and i don’t like her. on our first meeting she called me ‘satoru’s bitch’ and after that she’s been occupying his free time every-fucking-day. she has a BOYFRIEND! like damn bitch! move away from my boyfriend,” you dumped the information on utahime, shoving your head back into the cushion.

“my baby, just said the word,” utahime faces you, moving her hand to pat your back.

“for what?” your voice comes out muffled.

“to put a bounty on their heads.”

a groan leaves you. there’s no hope.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. we can devise a plan, however.”

your head perks up. your attention has been successfully gained. utahime stands up, a bright smile adorns her face. you have a major feeling that something mischievous is going to play out real, real soon. utahime never smiles so brightly unless she’s plotting something despicable.

you squint your eyes at her, watching her back as she walks to the kitchen.

“‘hime…”

“don’t worry; just trust me.”

6:43 p.m: you’re now being a sack of potatoes on utahime’s bed. the day flew by and you haven’t heard from satoru ever since he left. no way it won’t leave a sour taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t find the energy to care at this moment.

you're preoccupied on utahime’s laptop, carefully choosing the perfect inner-walls design for the house game you stumbled upon. interior design might just be your new job.

deep into the game, your phone rings. you groan in annoyance, picking your phone up to see who decided it’ll be a good time to bother you.

satoru is calling you.

clicking your tongue, you slid on the green button.

“satoru, what’s up?”

“babe, are you home?”

“i’m not, why?”

“whyyyyy? i brought food for you.”

“i’ll have it when i’m home. sorry i’m not there right now, satoru.”

“oh, i almost forgot. saori’s here too.”

“ew— i mean, okay. don’t let her near my stuff nor our room.”

“yeah, bye baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“that’s so disgusting. get out of my house,” utahime voices her feelings, screwing her face up at the sight of you being lovey-dovey with satoru.

you laughed at her, returning your attention to the game. utahime walks to her closet, choosing an outfit for the night. she’s fresh out of the shower, wet hair wrapped up in a towel. you can hear her grumbling something along the lines of “i hate couples” as she threw clothes on the floor to look for “that one black pajama shorts.”

once successful, utahime threw herself onto the bed. she took over your phone, going into your messages for her chat to send herself photos you’ve long forgotten to send. never will she ever ask you for photos after the hangout.

“by the way,” she says, “what did that man call for?”

you sigh, looking at her with a blank expression, “saori’s gonna be there.”

“does she even have her own life? that saowhore or whatever you said her name is.” utahime rolls her eyes, her mood immediately soured.

shrugging, you click your tongue, “it is what it is. this game is more important.”

──

it took not one, not two, not three, but five attempts to convince utahime to let you go home. she was completely against the idea of letting you drive home alone when it’s 10 p.m.

you would’ve given in if it wasn’t for the dreadful feeling that you need to be home. you basically sped through the roads, and most definitely ran a red light accidentally. nevertheless, you arrived safely.

suddenly, your heartbeat races. a heat creeps up the back of your head; you can feel a headache in the making. something’s telling you that you’ll need to confront a certain someone.

opening the door as quietly as you can, you stepped in, removing your shoes and tiptoeing inside.

maybe you should’ve let utahime go through with her plans.

the sight before you disgusts you as much as satoru disgusts utahime. why, just why, is this woman still here? is she crazy? why are her legs on satoru, and why is he allowing it?

“goodness, if i didn’t know better i’d ask you if you’re homeless,” you sarcastically spoke, taking the remote to turn the television off.

��get,” you took hold of one of her legs, shoving it off satoru. “off my fucking boyfriend.”

satoru watches, shocked at the scene. his eyes are unfocused; it’s evident that he zoned out a long time ago.

saori scoffs, moving her leg back on satoru’s lap. “why should i?”

you tilt your head, smiling angelically. the smile lasted milliseconds before it dropped. you’ve had quite enough and she’ll be subjected to your anger.

grabbing her arm, you roughly dragged her off the sofa. saori wasn’t one to accept such treatment. she retaliated, shuffling her arm around until she’s off your grip.

“are you fucking crazy?!” saori yelled, eyes wide with heavy breaths.

“not quite!” you pointed towards the door. “get out before i drag you myself.”

satoru’s silent. afraid of angering you, he stays put and watches from a distance.

“fuck off,” saori speaks, “satoru, text me when you’re off your dog collar.”

your anger reached its peak. grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be a mug, you threw it in her direction, aiming to miss her but hit close enough to her.

“ARE YOU INSANE!?” saori’s stumbles to the side, clenching her jaw, looking down at the broken pieces of the ceramic mug.

the scene alarms satoru, he decides to do something. standing up, he reaches for your wrist, pulling you to him.

“i think it’s time you leave, saori. i didn’t even know you were still here,” satoru’s voice is calm, but filled with authority. his words hold truth to them, he zoned out a while ago, unaware that saori’s still around.

clicking her tongue, her eyes twitch. she couldn’t muster up anything to say. being left with no choice but to listen to satoru, she saw herself out.

the quietness settles in. you were right about the headache, it’s definitely coming in.

“baby—”

“save it,” you stopped him, “but who the fuck is she to think i have you on a dog collar? i’ll put her on a collar.”

guilt settles in satoru, he shouldn’t have brought her in.

“i don’t why she said that. you don’t have me ‘on a dog collar’ i swear,” he rambles, placing a hand on his chest.

your gaze settled on satoru. you’re tired, a headache is there, and you probably went overboard. you’re not in the mood to hear him.

“satoru, i trust you. but i don’t trust her.”

“i’ll make her apologize.”

“ew, no.” you shivered at the thought of her apologizing. “i don’t want you near her anymore. her intentions are too fucking obvious.”

satoru physically hesitates. swallowing a gulp, his words come out quietly, “i can’t ignore her just like that..”

just as you were about to walk away, your head whipped to satoru as if you were slapped in that direction.

“what?”

“the project’s still ongoing, baby. i can’t ignore her just because you want me too.”

“fucking hell. kiss my ass, satoru. kiss her ass too while you’re at it,” you spat, flipping him off as you walked away.

if he can’t ignore her “just because you said so” then he can be ignored by you. maybe he did said something to make her think he’s on a dog collar.

you hear satoru calling for you, but you gave him no attention. you’ll deal with it tomorrow.

four › satoru’s new piercing idea: a bullet through his head.

satoru fucked up. he knows he fucked up. he should’ve said that after you calmed down. it couldn’t have gotten worse than this. the night flew by with you facing your back to him, the morning came with you acting as if he’s invisible.

sure, he fucked up, but at least reply to his good morning?!

he doesn’t know what to do. this is the first time you were angered to this point. usually, he’d be the one to better your mood, but he’s apart of the reason you’re as mad as you are.

your behavior went on for three days. far longer than satoru had anticipated. he’s given you your space, but now he can’t focus on his job.

his co-workers knew something was off with satoru. he’s not his usual self. they knew something happened the moment he declined a free meal. secretly, they gathered around, holding a confidential meeting to discuss satoru’s behavior.

everyone gave their opinions until an agreement was made: a couple’s argument had occurred.

evidence to support? satoru refrained from mentioning you, gave awkward answers when someone asked about you, and sulked when he looked at his lockscreen which was you.

saori, however, advanced her advancements to satoru. today was another day of her throwing her cleavage at him.

the photoshoot theme included two persons, but they weren’t meant to touch. they needed to act like enemies, but saori’s touching satoru as if he’s an all-you-can-touch event.

her hands slid down his chest, stopping at his abs. satoru doesn’t react— his eyes are empty, it’s clear that he wants the photoshoot to be over.

mia observed the two ever since the business trip, and she came to the conclusion that saori’s craving a place she was never meant to have.

“well aren’t you a little handsy, miss saori,” mia calls out, stopping the cameraman. “had i not known your boyfriend, i would've thought you were single.”

“who asked?” saori gives an attitude, but she moves her hand from satoru. the mention of her boyfriend bothered her.

the staff goes silent. a tension forms in the atmosphere. the calm before the storm, as they call it.

mia walks towards the two, placing a hand on saori’s shoulder when she nears her.

squeezing her shoulder, she leans down to saori’s level, “who’s the boss here? you’re chatty for a little girl who wants others’ belongings.” mia taunts, her voice cold.

saori gulps, slapping mia’s hand off her.

the action doesn’t bother mia in the slightest. instead, she leans to saori’s ears, whispering the unfortunate truth to her, “satoru will never want you, saori. remember that.”

straightening her posture, mia turns around to walk back to her designated position.

“back to work, everyone!”

with her order, everyone returns back to their previous doings. the tension is still heavy, and satoru’s still holds his empty gaze.

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a thirty-minute break was called. at this moment, to each their own. the staff scrambled around, but satoru stayed put.

“saori,” his voice drags, “let’s talk alone.”

her expression brightens, feeling the butterflies tingle in her stomach. but little does she know, satoru’s about to act out of the character she knows him to be.

“s-sure! let’s do it in your dressing room,” she suggests, pulling satoru there.

once they’re in, she locks the door behind them. satoru sighs at the sight, but he doesn’t say anything about it. there’s something else he came here for.

“saori, do you like me? romantically?” he asks, leaning on the wall with crossed arms.

“i do,” she boldly confirms.

“then stop. you’re getting in between my relationship with (y/n),” he glares at saori, deciding it’s time to draw the line.

“ha, you’re still on that leash i see,” she scoffs, walking towards satoru until they’re face-to-face. “i’m better, satoru. you should choose me.”

satoru unfolds his arms, using one to push her away.

“saori, i’ve thought of you as nothing but a co-worker, a friend. you cannot be (y/n). so please, stop.”

clenching her jaw, saori tugs at satoru’s shirt’s collar, “i don’t give a flying fuck! you should be mine.”

satoru feels disgusted, a chain of chills cover his body. has saori always been like this?

“you have a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake!” he slaps her hand away, moving towards the door.

before he unlocks the door, he stops, turning around to clarify something before he forgets to, “oh, and if anything, the truth is that i’m the one who placed a dog collar on myself. so watch your mouth.”

with that, he leaves her alone, walking to where mia’s positioned.

“mia,” he calls for her.

mia turns to him, eyes wide for a second before she returns to her usual expression.

“need something, lovesick boy?” she teases, raising her eyebrows at him.

“if saori isn’t withdrawn from this project, then i’ll withdraw myself,” he threatens, running a hand through his hair exposing his forehead.

‘i’m not sure if this is unexpected or expected,’ mia thinks, not surprised at satoru’s request. it was only a matter of time.

“i’ll withdraw her. she pissed me off, too,” giving satoru her answer she pauses, and then continues, “but you really need to learn how to tell apart platonic actions from romantic.”

satoru cringes at her words, “ugh, leave me alone. i’m leaving.”

“you’ll be penalized for leaving during working hours!”

“blah blah blah.”

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satoru’s destination was obvious. it’s your shared home. he would make his business to break the ice first.

messily unlocking the door, he kicks his shoes off, immediately looking for you. you’re not on the sofa, not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, where the fuck are you?!

checking off your usual spots, he’s left with one: the bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he peeks in, observing the room for you. once he found you, he tiptoed in.

your back was turned to the door. whether you were sleeping or not was the least of his problems. he’ll wake you up if he has to.

“baby,” he carefully speaks, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand on your blanketed figure.

you don’t answer him, but you do turn around to face him.

“i talked to saori. we won’t be in contact any time soon.”

“oh wow,” you said.

he clears his throat at your sarcasm, “ahem— anyway, i told her off, and asked for her to be removed from the project.”

“what made this sudden change? i thought you were glued to her.”

“she was glued to me!” he clarifies.

“tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.”

ignoring your snarky remarks, he continues, “i told her about the ‘dog collar’ comment. i even told her to watch her mouth. i’ll cut contact with her on my phone, too.”

“so she’s gone? completely?” you questioned, removing a hand from under the blanket.

“yeah, i received a divine revelation and came to my senses. really, i thought she saw me as platonic as i saw her. i swear!” he confirms his innocence, staring at you with sadden eyes.

“you’re still a bitch,” you said, “i almost allowed utahime to go through with her bounty plan.”

sitting up, you took one of satoru’s fingers in your hand, “i’m glad you did that, but i’m still mad. you made me want to tell you to go fuck her and done with it.”

satoru’s mouth hangs open at the newly gained information.

“i didn’t, as you can see. i still love you so such words would never be spoken.”

“‘still’ she said.”

“don’t push it.”

a laugh escapes him. not listening to your warning, he pulls you into a hug. this time, it was a hug of desperation and relief. his head’s buried in your neck, breathing in the body mist you always wear at home.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“dear god, fuck that bitch i hope she dies,” you comforted satoru, returning his hug and patting his back.

do you have an issue with satoru? no, but he did set you off when he refused to cut contact with her when you asked.

it took him quite some days to see the vision, and you’re glad he did.

hey guys 😣 if anyone’s confused about this part:

“what made this sudden change? i thought you were glued to her.”

“she was glued to me!” he clarifies.

“tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.”

it simply means “what’s the difference?”

when (y/n) said she thought satoru was glued to saori, satoru responded with “she’s glued to me!”

(y/n) says “tomato, tomahto. potato, potahto.” because it doesn’t matter how you pronounce it since it’s the same word. there’s no difference.

satoru was glued to saori and vice versa so what’s the difference fr

hope this helped 😜

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httpsleclerc · 1 year ago

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a villa in biot

summary: Charles and Gasly!reader are in love with the one thing they can't have - each other.

w/c : 1.6k

c/w : terrible ending? nothing, I dont think there actually is any

Charles wasn't quite sure when he had fallen in love with you - But he knew he shouldn't have. You were like a forbidden fruit for him, dangling in front of him, something he could touch, hold, smell, but never have for himself. It was cruel. It was so cruel that you just so happened to be his best friends younger sister, and his younger brothers best friend.

You had all grown up together, Charles and Pierre having done karting together for many years, you had been on family vacations together, he had watched you grow from a shy young girl, attached to her brother at the hip, to a confident young woman, who admittedly, was still attached to her brother at the hip. He found it unfair that you had to be Arthur's best friend and not his, maybe that would make his love for you more justifiable - but how could he tell his younger brother that he was truly, madly deeply in love with you?

To cut a long story short, he couldn't.

He didn't want to hurt you or Arthur, he didn't even know if your feelings were the same as his, and he couldn't face the embarrassment of it all if you didn't. So he had to try and move on. However, as hard as he tried, he couldn't. Everywhere he went, he was looking for you. He dated girls that looked like you, down to a t, but they didn't have your infectious laughter, so he looked for girls who shared your laughter, but they didn't look like you. It was impossible to find you in all of the girls he dated, so he eventually gave up, accepting that he could never have the one girl that he truly wanted, as much as it broke his heart to accept.

As it came time for your annual family vacation with the 3 Leclerc boys, you found yourself newly single, breaking things off with your boyfriend of 3 months due to the fact that he was nothing like how you thought he was - you thought he could fill the Charles shaped hole in your heart. You hated yourself for wanting him, he was your best friends older brother, and your older brothers best friend. As much as you wanted him, you remembered the promise you made to Pierre, that you would never go near any of the people he raced against, especially Charles.

You sighed as you sat on your suitcase, forcing it shut and having Arthur zip it shut for you, he shook his head as he grabbed your hand and helped you up onto your feet.

"How much did you pack, we're only going for 4 nights?" Arthur asked you with a chuckle, looking at your suitcase and then you as you shrugged with a grin.

"Just because you're a guy and can fit all of your things into your backpack, some of us are actually civilised," You jokingly critiqued your best friend, who feigned offence at your 'mean' comments. "And anyway, I wasn't sure on outfits so I had to take two options for at night, I'm probably gonna be in a bikini for most of the day anyway." You told him, acting as though your explanation was the most common knowledge thing on earth.

"I'm going to go out on a crazy whim and suggest that you haven't shown Pierre your choice of bikini's, because he was not happy when me and you went to Ibiza when we turned 18 and you were like, half naked," Arthur reminded you, your joint 18th birthday trip to Ibiza had been eventful, with Arthur getting so drunk he forget where your hotel was and you, even drunker, had to try and find him through his Snapchat location.

"You weren't complaining that week, Tutur," He shook his head at your comment and put your suitcase on it's wheels, saying that he would carry it down the stairs for you. You also knew that Charles wasn't complaining about your instagram pictures that week, since he was the first person to like every photoset that you posted.

Charles watched as you leaned against your brother, your face illuminated by the orangey-red glow of the fire burning in front of you, a half glass of the last of the limoncello in your hand, which Pierre took from you, despite your protests.

"It's late and you're already drunk, take it easy," He gently scolded you, since he understood that maybe you were drowning your sorrows following your recent break up. Pierre huffed as he stood up, placing the glass on the table beside him. Soon after, Pierre called it a night for himself, placing a kiss on the top of your head and jokingly telling you that he'd know if you drank the rest of the glass of limoncello - Lorenzo and Arthur followed soon after him, leaving only you and Charles in the living room of the Villa you had rented in Biot. Charles shifted to sit beside you, his heart racing as he realised just how close the two of you now were.

"How's your boyfriend?" Charles asked you, watching as you nervously fiddled with your hands and the ring on your finger, one that Pierre had bought you for your 21st birthday a couple of years ago.

"I broke up with him," You deadpanned to Charles, any semblance of a filter you had disappeared completely when you were drunk. You looked up at him, a flicker of desire burning in your eyes. "He wasn't who I thought he was. How's your girlfriend?" You asked him, noticing the way his eyes flicked away from yours.

"We broke up, same reason as you," He told you. The two of you sat in silence for a minute, you leaning into Charles' embrace as he put his arm around you. "Who did you think your boyfriend was?" Charles asked you, his voice dropping lower than you had ever heard it. You licked your lips, your breath shaky as you looked up at the Monegasque driver.

"I thought he was you, Charles," You admitted quietly, having no time to react before he leant into you, pressing his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. You leaned into his kiss, your hands snaking up to the back of his head, hands entangling through his brown hair. Then you suddenly sobered up. Oh God. You were kissing your best friends older brother. Your brothers best friend. Oh God.

Oh fuck. You abruptly pulled away, unable to look at the middle Leclerc sitting in front of you. "I um," You stuttered over your words, the words which you wanted to say but couldn't force out. "I should go to bed, goodnight Charles." You didn't mean to be so abrupt and harsh with him as you stood up, wobbling a little as you made your way into yours and Pierre's shared bedroom, your aforementioned older brother already asleep and hanging out of the single bed in the opposite corner of the bedroom.

You and Charles managed to get through the rest of the vacation without many hiccups, the other 3 boys on the trip putting your strange moods down to your respective recent breakups. Upon yours and Arthurs return to your shared apartment in Italy, you realised that you were lying through your teeth to your best friend, about how you had all but confessed to Charles how much you loved him, and your heat of the moment kiss with him.

And you almost forgot about what had happened in the villa in Biot.

Then he was at your apartment, his eyes rimmed red as if he had been crying, looking pitiful as he sat on the couch.

"Charles, what are you doing here?" You asked, dropping your bag beside the sofa and sitting beside him, unsure of what to do to try and comfort the older Monegasque. He sniffled as he shook his head, looking up at you as he stood up. "Charles?"

"What?"

"What is going on? Why are you here?" You stood up and faced him, looking up into his eyes as he looked down at you. "Tell me what is going on. Please." There was a tense silence as Charles looked away from you, shaking his head as he pulled back from you.

"I need to know, Y/N," He was almost pleading with you, but you didn't know what to tell him, you didn't know what he wanted from you, what he wanted to know. You shook your head with an exasperated sigh.

"You need to know what, Charles? I don't know what you want from me," You were growing increasingly frustrated. He grabbed your hands, and you locked eyes.

"I need to know. Do you love me?"

You went silent, it was like all the air had been sucked from your lungs, and your brain was no longer processing anything. What did you tell him? Would you be honest and admit your undying love for him? Or would you think of your friendship with Arthur, and your promise to Pierre?

...

"I love you, Charles."

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essentiallyleaf · 1 year ago

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day 20. cockwarming. with. jisoo.

1105 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, cockwarming, angst, i don’t even know anymore, possibly the coldest cockwarming fic to ever exist, so much angst and for what.

notes.

short and a little rushed. sounds just like every day of my life. exhaustedly, leaf.

You plop down on the bed, barely able to take your black dress pants off before the dizziness gets the best of you. Jisoo is there, laying still, facing away from you and towards the cloud-shielded moon outside of the open window, like she always is. You can’t really tell if she’s awake or not, and the alcohol certainly doesn’t help.

This must be what they mean when they talk about magnetic fields. We’re immersed in them all the time, but we can’t see it, something about a wavelength our eyes are not tuned to. It’s like even when it’s past your bedtime (which on a weekend night like tonight is at least three hours after your regular bedtime), the sky completely starless, when you zig-zag through the streets and keeping your balance requires a voluntary effort, when your white shirt has more than one almost fully dried Bordeaux stain on it, you don’t know why or how, but your red needle always points back home, back to her.

You always manage to find your way to your shared bed, well, shared right in this moment, but often, too often one could easily argue, the bed feels hollow and freezing as Jisoo’s in it alone. Maybe that’s why the first thing she does when you lie down on it, is take your strong arm and wrap it around her waist to hold her close and share some of your alcohol-boosted warmth, and keep her own arm over it as if to ask you to never let go, never leave her again. She’s awake. Your natural response is to use your other hand to brush her long, silky black hair and watch it flow through your fingers, but as she feels your breath caress her shoulders, she knows that you can’t promise much more than that.

This shouldn't work. Well, to be fair, it isn’t working. But throwing stuff away, whether it’s dropping old photos in the fireplace, or leaving an entire relationship behind you to possibly never see your special person again, that hurts. It’s not just about the value of it, no, if that was the case, if that thing you’re throwing away still brought value to you, then you wouldn't be getting rid of it, right? It’s about admitting that something went wrong along the road, that things didn’t work out, that a wrong turn was taken, and that maybe, you were the one who took it. So the only thing you can do is turn away, keep going down that road, and if you ever happen to look back in a moment of accidental lucidity, justify your own mistakes.

So Jisoo reaches back and starts rubbing the outer side of your naked thigh, slowly traveling up to your ass as you lay a trail of quick kisses on her shoulder. Once she starts fiddling with the hem of your boxers and pushing her own butt back towards you, you get the message. You take your underwear off and stroke your dick a couple times before her nightgown is hiked up and her cheeks fully envelop your length. Your pecks take a trip up to her neck while both of you start shifting your hips up and down, back and forth against one another’s, a couple of low moans leaving your mouth.

It was your fault, but what if it wasn’t? What if that girl, what was her name even, hadn’t asked you for a lighter? What if she hadn’t looked at you all night with those warm brown eyes, what if she hadn’t asked you for a ride home? Any of those would’ve fixed this. The nights of yelling at each other’s faces and the nights of dead silence, the feeling of unbridgeable distance even when holding hands, the cool air of beach days in the middle of August. Maybe invisible walls are the best solution in some cases, and fuck it if they break some people’s immersion, as long as you can see the sun rise in the distance, you can live with not being able to touch it.

Jisoo suddenly stops her motion just to raise her thigh a little, suggesting you to enter. You align yourself with her slit and penetrate her warmth, her slick coating easing you through her walls and quickly letting you bottom out inside her, but as soon as you try to retreat, she puts a hand on your hip, halting its movement. She just places her thigh back down and stays still for a few seconds. A few seconds that enclose some kind of understanding, or, a feeling of understanding, at the very least. Most of the times when you have a revelation, an epiphany, you have no idea what the fuck is being revealed to you, you only see the light bulb turn on. Your kisses get wetter and longer, traveling from her upper neck to her ear and to her jaw, your hand finds itself on her soft, perfectly sized mound. She starts contracting her abdominal muscles repeatedly and rhythmically, squeezing your shaft between her tight walls, your pelvis still fixed in its place. You see her skin glow more than usual under the faint moonlight, and you think you taste a little salt as your tongue brushes her cheek, which you can’t help but groan on every time Jisoo tenses around you.

Invisible walls are not meant to be broken. They’re meant to disengage, to discourage. What does it say about us when they manage to do what they’re meant to? Is it sad, disheartening? Does it speak about our sense of agency as a whole? What if you did something different, what if it was your fault? You can’t go back, so what can you do about it now? Another night of getting drunk, another night of having sex, in each other’s embrace but miles away.

Your hand feels up her thigh as hers reaches between your legs from the back and starts massaging your testicles. You can’t hold back anymore. Her abs contract once, twice. You stop counting, she feels too good. Your thigh wraps around hers as you cum inside, letting out multiple guttural moans right next to her ear. You drop load after load of white paint onto her walls and into her womb.

You think you hear a little sniffle. Again, the only response is to caress her hair and leave one long kiss on the back of her head. Not more. Sometimes we hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us. And if it’s true that opposites attract, then likes must also repel.

footnotes.

sorry if this is depressing. how can i help you get back to horny, the superior mood? lunatically, leaf.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Jungkook

+1 Chance | Short/Oneshot

In which some people get an extra life.

Tags/Warnings: pro Esports!Kook, Teenage crushes to ???, SFW, Short, Open ending, all around fluffy

Length: 2.2k Words

A/N: Yes I'm still writing on existing stuff dw. Just a random valentines day drabble. Not proofread.

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You met Jungkook in summer, many years ago, when the sun was hot and your friends turned out to be nothing but situationships.

You’d been seeing the hints of their friendship not being of honest nature for a while now- but as a young girl barely about to graduate a year later, you didn’t want to be alone during your allegedly best years of your life. So you ignored the warnings one after another, always found excuses as to why their behavior was totally justifiable and normal, even if deep down you knew that you were just trying to convince yourself of that.

And then, you met him- a guy showing you honest kindness for nothing asked in return.

It was hot, sun burning, and you’d tried to get out the pool- but your small strawberry floaty had kept slipping from underneath you, making it hard to find the strength to get out of the large pool in your ‘friend’s’ backyard by yourself- when suddenly, a hand had grabbed the red item to keep it still, so you could properly hold onto it for a moment.

“Here- let me help.” He’d said, black nail polish chipped. And you’d taken on the help, too tired to really care about the fact that your friend had told you to just ignore her brother’s ‘weirdo friends’- him clearly being one of them. “Want me to help you get out? The sun is pretty hot right now, you should get out soon.” He had worried a little, and you'd nodded, pushing yourself up on the ledge after having let go of the floaty, finally having been able to escape the pool with his help, as he made sure you wouldn’t slip or end up back inside because of your strength leaving you.

You weren’t sure back then where your friends even were at that point. But somehow, it was like a moment of realization- a clear sign you couldn’t ignore any longer. “your uh.. friends went to watch a movie upstairs now, in Kate’s room..” he says, watching you sit down in the shade, drying yourself with a towel you brought.

“..thanks.” you’d mumbled. “I.. Probably should go home now.” You’d shrugged, feeling ashamed and embarrassed to ever having trusted these people at all. All they did was use your kindness and clear need for just someone to talk to and befriend- and you’d willingly accepted that, blinded by the glimpses of happiness they’d made you feel every now and then.

They knew how to manipulate you- keep you happy and clingy enough with occasional treats never given too often.

“I mean.. I can drive you. It’s late.” Jungkook had offered you. “But we’re also missing a fourth player for mario-cart right now, down in Kate’s brother’s room.” He’d jokingly told you- something that had given you hope.

“..but won’t it be weird?” You’d worried. “They don’t know me.”

“Well, everyone’s a stranger when you first meet them.” Jungkook had laughed, as he gave you a towel from close by, both of you having slowly walked back into the house. “I’m Jungkook. Just in case you didn’t know. “ He’d introduced himself, smiling like he’s the sun itself.

And little did you know that on that day, as you gave him your name, you both also set the foundation for much more than just a friendship.

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“So you two have history?” Your friend asks, sitting across from you on your hotel room floor, both of you occupied with making sure your freshly applied nail polish dries well. You’re on a weekend trip for just the two of you, to take some time off the stressful life and to nourish your friendship a little.

“Not really.” You shrug. “I wouldn’t call it that. More so.. An awkward friendship when I was younger, before I moved away.” You answer, explaining your situation as to why Jeon Jungkook, one of the current top e-sports players had greeted you when you randomly ran into each other today in the hotel hallway.

“Oh, so he was the guy you had a crush on when you were younger?” She teases, never forgetting anything it seems like- not even a random confession during a childish game of never-have-I-ever. “I knew it. Damn, you were so close! Imagine your life if you’d bagged that guy.” She swoons, having made it known time and time again that she wouldn’t pass up any opportunity to ‘get her hands on those abs’ if she ever had the chance to do so. You know this is simply a joke, but still, her words do make you think.

How would your life have turned out if you got with him?

Would he have chosen to go against his parents’ advice to just keep his hobby as, well, a hobby, or would he have accepted their wishes to instead study something more steady, to earn a position in a stable company? You’ll never know- but despite that, its still interesting to just humor that idea for a moment.

“Hey, maybe there’s still tickets for the tournament!” Your friend chirps up, having noticed her nailpolish having dried by now, phone fetched and disconnected from the charger as she swipes and inputs her passcode to unlock it. “Or I’ll ask if we can have my brother’s tickets, since he didn’t go..” She mumbles, texting him most likely now.

“It’s.. I don’t know, we wanted to go out for dinner though.” You mumble, checking your polish for any imperfections. “You don’t even like gaming that much.” You also add, teasingly so. She rolls her eyes.

“Just cause I don’t play them, doesn’t mean I cant enjoy watching someone play them instead.” She argues. “Also, you can watch the game- I'll watch the pretty boy.” She winks, making you laugh with her, when she receives a text, phone falling out of her hand for a second before she can pick it up again. “Oh- he said we can have them!” She chirps up, clearly excited. “As far as I know they’re free seating- so if we’re early, we get to choose where we wanna sit and watch.” She explains, texting him some more while you contemplate.

This is dumb. He probably has a girlfriend, a life of his own, hell- you have a life of your own now, far away from him. There’s no reason for you to try and test your luck like this, but you’re also a fan of the game he’s competing at. So, maybe..

Yeah. You’re totally not doing it for him. You’re just going to watch the gameplay.

What’s the worst that can happen?

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It’s not even the next day yet, but you already see him again.

On your way down to the reception desk, mission clear in your head to muster up the courage to ask for another pillow instead of sleeping uncomfortably like this, you’ve barely exited your room when your eyes meet again in the hallway.

He says your name. His voice has gotten deeper after all those years, you notice. You nod, and he smiles, the turn of the corner of his mouth pulling your attention to the twin piercing he has placed there, silver rings piercing right through his skin. “It’s been a while.” He offers, hands in the pockets of his pants. He must’ve been out with his teammates, smell of faint cigarette smoke clinging to him as you walk a bit closer.

You nod. You feel awkward, all dressed down like this, having gotten reader for bed hours before, trying to find sleep without the extra comfort another pillow would bring you. “how are you?” He asks, and again, you nod.

You hate this. You’re still terrible at talking to people. “I’m good.. and you?” You answer, avoiding eye contact. Of course he’s obviously doing good- great even, about to bag thousands of prize money tomorrow when he’ll surely win the tournament.

“Good. Great even, now that I.. anyways, do.. What’re you doing here?” He wonders, clearly happy to initiate smalltalk. “vacation or work?”

“vacation. With.. a friend of mine.” You tell him, toes digging onto the fluffy slippers you brought on this trip for yourself. “like.. a girl’s weekend.” You explain, and he nods.

“Yeah.. guess you gotta leave the men at home sometimes to unwind.” He jokes.

“hmhm. Well, she had to- I don’t, you know, have anyone, so I’m flexible.” You tell him, and that seems to make his eyes sparkle almost like you’ve challenged him. Which you didn’t- so why does he look so energized now.

“Cool! I mean.. yeah.” He nods to himself, before he seems to realize something. “Oh hey, if I interrupted you or I’m holding you in a conversation, don’t mind me! You look like you were on your way somewhere-“ he starts, pointing down the gall to the elevator. “But uh.. if you wanna go down, there’s a bunch of drunks down in the lobby, just a warning.” He offers, making you deflate.

“Oh.” You hum, defeated. Well, maybe you cal roll up your sweater or something.

“If you.. I can go with you, if you’d like.” He offers. "I’m still pretty fit. Still boxing. So.. I can be your meat-shield basically.” He jokes, making you giggle, his eyes brightening up at the sound and sight.

“I.. that would be nice, actually.” You accept, and he happily walks next to you into the elevator at that, faint music drowning our the heavy buzzing of the mechanics.

“so uh.. how’s your family?” He wonders. “is your dad still making your mom’s life harder every day?” He jokes, but you shake your head, smiling fondly.

“No, they surprisingly settled these days. They’re.. on a trip themselves. For valentines day and all.” You explain, and Jungkook nods.

“romantic.” He teases, and you giggle, nodding along.

“they.. ask about you a lot. It’s kind of funny.” You tell him. “I can only ever tell them what I see online though.” You shrug.

“You.. know what I do?” he wonders, and your eyes widen as you look at him.

“are you kidding me? You’re the top player at my favorite game.” You say, making his expression moron into one of both wonder- and slightly bashful.

“I uh.. didn’t know. Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughs it off. “I.. have a tournament actually, tomorrow.”

“I know.” You nod, elevator doors opening. “I’ll be there. With my friend.” You say.

“Oh wow.” He chuckles. “I better win, in that case.” He.. flirts? As he walks towards the reception desk with you- drunk group of friends luckily only being loud, but not aggressive. “where will you sit?”

“its.. free seating, so I’m not sure.” You mumble, before you ask the lady at the desk for another pillow for your room number.

“I could probably reserve some good seats.” He says, and you smile.

“You really don’t have to.” You reassure him, when he suddenly asks the lady for something else as well- a flower from the last bouquet left over from the hotel’s valentines sale for the guests. She happily gives it to him, free of charge, before she tells you that housekeeping will bring you the pillow shortly, before she resumes her own work again, letting you and Jungkook walk back into the elevator.

You’re not sure what you think of this- but junkook has liked flowers back then, so why wouldn’t he still like flowers now. Or, maybe he’s staying here with his girlfriend, and he’s just wanting to gift her something on his way back to her- it’s valentines day, after all.

“I’ll.. can I have your number? To text you where you’ll sit tomorrow.” He asks, and you nod, walking into your room to fetch your phone, showing your number for him to type into his own, screen cracked a little in one corner. “awesome. Now then, the only thing I gotta do is..-“ he starts, slipping the phone in the pocket of his pants. “-ask you to be my valentine?” He wonders, holding the flower out to you. "Don’t have to say yes. I’m a big boy, I can take rejection.” He jokes.

“Can I.. ask why?” You wonder, and he grins, shrugging.

“I feel like, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.” He simply answers. “..giving me a second chance, to ask you out for real this time.”

“wait.. you mean-“ you stammer, and he nods.

“I had.. kind of a huge crush on you back then. And, seeing you again.. it all just.. flared up again. Exactly the same way.” He confesses. “I’m not.. asking for something big. Just one date- and we’ll go from there.” He asks, and you slowly take the flower from him, smile on your lips as you think about his words. Fate, huh? A universe’s second chance? What are the chances?

You decide you don’t care.

“okay.” You answer him,-

And his eyes sparkle brightly, while he smiles at you like you’re the sun.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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mikavlcs · 2 years ago

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Dog Days

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: The help you need to confess to your crush winds up coming from an incredibly unlikely (and furry) source.

Warnings: ooc!wednesday, hints of bad poetry lol, bad writing, this is another very unserious story

Word count: 3.3k

Notes: the poetry part of this request kicked my ass and you can tell LMFAO. sorry it took so long (and sorry it kinda sucks), but i hope you guys enjoy!

Masterlist | Bonus

Confessing your feelings to someone you like was one of the most profound plights a person could ever face, you’ve decided.

Because to you, right now, there was no greater challenge to overcome, no finer show of courage than to look her in the eye and profess the nebulous depths of your infatuation without keeling over midsentence.

And this anxiety would be easier to conquer if the girl you had caught feelings for was a normie, or really any other outcast housed within Nevermore’s four walls.

But your crush was Wednesday Addams, and that more than justified the intense fear that came with the possibility of confessing.

For the past semester, Wednesday had been assigned to sit at your table in Botany, meaning that you two were almost always lab and project partners in that class. Throughout that time, she wasn’t exactly nice to you, but you’ve yet to be on the receiving end of her notoriously colorful threats, so you figured that put you somewhere friend-adjacent on the small girl’s relationship scale.

That made trying to confess to her no easier, however. Because she could literally just kill you if she decided it wasn’t good enough. If she decided you weren’t good enough.

You hoped knew she wouldn’t considering your short but cordial history, but she technically could.

Now despite her reputation (and the previously outlined possibility of murder), Wednesday never scared you. She certainly tried. You’d lost count of how many grisly medieval torture facts she offered up while working together, but they never had the intended effect of instilling fear into you. Not even once. The absurdity of it made you laugh more often than not.

But, while she didn’t scare you, she did intimidate you. Even now, months and a fully developed crush later, she could render you speechless with a single look.

That immediately did away with the possibility of a verbal confession since you were sure your vocal cords would cease operation before you could even properly start, leaving you staring at her like an idiot. So you were left to figure out another way. And after days of careful deliberation, you decided upon the vessel with which you would confess your feelings.

A poem.

Yes, it was stupid and cliché, but it was something you were familiar with, and you figured Wednesday might have at least some appreciation for it considering she herself was an aspiring writer. But very soon, you came face to face with a problem.

Wednesday herself constantly strived for perfection in every facet of life, so you knew that if anyone were to attempt to court her, she would be expecting no less from them as well.

Everything about this poem—diction, rhythm, rhyme, form—had to be superlative, efficient while effectively flawless.

It needed to be perfect and you just…couldn’t get it there.

Attempt after attempt wound up in your garbage, the papers overflowing out of the small pail by your desk while your hope slowly diminished with each failure. After the 27th trashed page, you knew you needed to stop and recoup.

This approach obviously wasn’t working, so you had to find a different one and to do that, you needed incentive. You needed inspiration. You needed the creative ascension that came with reading good, fresh poetry.

The only issue was that all of your poetry collections were well-worn, memorized from cover to cover. Though you could never tire of them, you knew they wouldn’t provide the spark of creativity you needed.

So you took a trip to the small bookstore in Jericho since the school library had very little in the way of poetry and picked up a few that caught your eye.

You were on your way to catch the shuttle back when you heard it.

A high-pitched yip rose from the alley you had just walked past, making you pause. Curious (and without much else to do), you stepped back to peer into the alley, and you let out a gasp.

Just down the alleyway was a small puppy, covered head to toe in gorgeous gold fur. A golden retriever, your mind helpfully supplied. He didn’t notice you, entirely too preoccupied tearing up an old newspaper to care about your gawking, but you were entranced.

And without your usual forms of impulse control (your teachers and parents) there with you, your mind was made up in an instant.

A twenty-minute trip to the local pet store saw you ready to leave town a few hundred dollars lighter and many bags heavier. You got all the essentials—food, toys, a collar and a leash, a bed, bowls, and whatnot.

All that was left was getting the dog.

Quietly approaching, you set your bags down against the mouth of the alleyway and crept closer to the puppy, careful not to startle him as he stalked a bug of some sort. Once you were within a few feet, you crouched and tore open one of the treat bags you bought. The noise got the retriever’s attention, and he stopped his pursuit to watch you, intrigued.

A soft smile made its way onto your face while you fished a treat out and held it out. It took no time at all for the pup to curiously trot over. He sniffed it for a moment, thoroughly inspecting the cookie before devouring it and looking back up at you expectantly, tail wagging furiously in the air behind him.

With a laugh, you offered him another one, then another, and another. And just like that, a friendship was formed.

The driver barely gave you a second glance when you waltzed into the shuttle with your bags and the dog, just waited for you to be seated and pulled off onto the main road. Definitely not protocol, but you imagined he wasn’t being paid nearly enough to care.

When Nevermore’s castle-like features came into view ten minutes later, you realized with a jolt that there was one thing you hadn’t accounted for: actually trying to smuggle this puppy into the school.

Given that the shuttle was already parked, you had no time for strategy. As you stepped back onto campus, your only plan was to make a mad dash for your dorm. And, after tucking the puppy inside your shirt, that’s exactly what you did. Or tried to do. You only got halfway through your journey when Yoko intercepted you in one of the halls.

“Hey! I see someone went shopping today,” she commented, giving the plethora of bags you were holding a humorous look. “Preparing for a zombie outbreak or something?”

“Something like that,” you answered, taking a step around her, but she moved with you and started matching your hurried strides.

“So, you ready for that Vampire Anatomy test tomorrow? Personally, I think I’m gonna ace it,” she smiled, fangs flashing in the overhead light. You shot her a look, because, of course, a vampire would ace that test.

You opened your mouth, a scathing retort on the tip of your tongue, but the pup chose that moment to show his restlessness, flailing his little limbs violently under the fabric of your shirt.

“Uh,” Yoko slowed at your side, brows drawn above her sunglasses. She pointed at your stomach, where the puppy was violently squirming. “What’s going on there?”

You glanced away, mouth opening and closing. Hard as you tried to come up with a plausible excuse, none came, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m pregnant.”

Poor Yoko looked positively baffled. You ran before she could say anything else.

The sprint back to your dorm was blessedly uneventful, allowing you to stumble inside with minimal issue. Thankfully, your roommate was out, so you wouldn’t need to deal with any more questions for the time being. You set the puppy down on the floor, letting him explore his new surroundings while you set his things up.

Once his bed, bowls, and toys were in place, your attention turned to another pressing issue. The pup needed a name.

Dozens of names crossed your mind in the minutes that followed, but none of them fit the energetic boy in front of you. Pondering, you watched leisurely as the retriever dragged his new leash across the floor. The sunlight pouring through the window softly bounced off his golden fur while he pranced around your room, leash still securely in his mouth.

A metaphorical light bulb clicked on and in that moment, you gave him the most beautiful, poetic name your mind graced you with.

“Choklit!”

The puppy in question froze and looked up at you, short tail wagging dutifully. He was already giving you his best puppy dog eyes, but you knew better than to fall for them. You moved to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“We’ve talked about this. Edgar Allen Poe’s collected works are not a chew toy!” You moved the book away from him, held up a blue squeaky toy in its place. “This is what you play with, got it?”

He offered you a yip in response, tail wagging a mile a minute as you handed him the bone-shaped toy. “And remember, play lightly!” you tagged on as he tumbled off his bed.

Principal Weems hesitantly allowed you to keep the puppy on the agreement that your roommate agreed to him (which she did, ecstatically) and that he not be too loud in the room. By some miracle of god, you had been able to abide by that rule for the past two weeks.

Hopefully, your luck would persist.

With him placated, you turned back to the task at hand—finishing your poem. It was coming together, a solid vision of your end goal forming. And after another ten minutes of brainstorming the last line—a woefully overdramatic would you go on a date with me? that hopefully wouldn’t get you killed in your sleep—it was finished.

You pushed back against your desk and leaned your head against the back of your chair, taking a moment to rest. Then, sitting back up, you reread the poem carefully.

A wave of inadequacy crashed into you as you ran back through the words you just wrote. Something about it just wasn’t right, but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

Was the rhythm off? Were the rhymes varied enough? Outside of that, was your prose structured competently? Was the poem too much? Was it not enough? Five rereads only heeded more questions and no answers.

Frustrated, you balled the paper up and threw it behind you, already priming another paper to begin the poem anew.

The telltale pattering of paws reached your ears, turning to find Choklit nosing at the crumbled paper. With a sigh, you walked over and went to pick it up. “Sorry, bud, but my personal failures as a poet are not your toys.”

Choklit, thinking it was a game, quickly snatched the ball up in his mouth and bowed, sending light growls your way. Though you knew it wouldn’t help, you raised your hands in surrender and leaned back.

“I’m not trying to play. I just need that—” You tried to swipe it from his mouth, but he bounced backward and rushed toward the door.

At that exact moment, your roommate returned from choir practice, opening the door just in time for Choklit to run out with the paper in tow. You scrambled to your feet, edging past her into the mostly empty hallway.

“Sorry!” she yelled after you, to which you just waved.

“It’s fine! I got him,” you threw back at her just before you turned a corner in pursuit of the retriever.

You had to admit, the little guy was fast. Faster than you thought he would be (or maybe you just needed to exercise more…who knew). Bewildered students parted for you as you gave chase, giving them a quick thank you! as you kept your eyes on the golden blur ahead.

He toppled down another hallway, one you knew led to a dead end. You grinned and picked up the pace, intent on scooping him up, only to skid to a sudden stop after you turned the corner.

Because there Choklit was, sniffing around at familiar black boots while pale hands smoothed out the paper the puppy dropped before her. You were frozen, trying to figure out whether this was real or some terrible lucid dream.

Wednesday’s cold timbre inadvertently answered your question.

“I didn’t think they allowed dogs on campus,” the girl remarked, giving the puppy at her feet an inquisitive look. Your response came without thinking.

“You live with a werewolf, don’t you?” Your eyes widened. The comment was meant as a joke but could easily be interpreted as an insult. And knowing how close the two had gotten over the past few months, the last thing you wanted to do was accidentally mock Enid.

You watched Wednesday closely, but the only physical response you received was the slightest raise of her brows.

“That was almost funny.” Her words were delivered with her trademark deadpan stare, but you could hear the slightest hint of humor threaded into her neutral tone. Looking for attention, Choklit stood on his hind legs and pawed at Wednesday’s shin, giving her a clear view of the tag on his collar. The disapproval in her voice was clear as day. “You named it…Choklit?”

You gave a half-hearted shrug, pulling out a grin full of confidence you absolutely did not feel. “Can’t be a literary genius all the time.”

“I’m sure,” she retorted sarcastically, holding your unsure gaze for another moment before turning back to the paper in her hand. You followed her eyes and stepped forward with a grimace.

“Sorry, that’s… you weren’t supposed to see that.” You tried to take the paper, but Wednesday stepped back, moving the paper out of your reach.

“It’s addressed to me.”

“That it is,” you conceded with a sigh, “but it was never intended to actually be delivered to you.”

Wednesday hummed. “Well, it seems your dog disagrees.” With that, she turned her attention to the poem. You were tempted to try and take it again, but you liked having your hand attached to your body, so you resisted.

Impatiently, you waited as her eyes ran along the lines slowly, your anxiousness building with every passing moment of excruciating silence until finally, she met your gaze once more.

“A few things to note,” she began, tone much too studious for the occasion. “I applaud the fact that you made the decision not to write a sonnet. They’re easily the most overblown, abominable form of poetry and I would have had to burn this if it was.”

She gave you a small nod. “Now, I will say that I’m a bit disappointed. This certainly could have been written in perfect rhyme rather than end rhyme, but since you said this wasn’t your final draft, I’m willing to give you a pass for this oversight. Mostly. And while AABB isn’t the most complex rhyme scheme, it’s just tolerable enough here to not detract from the poem as a whole.”

You gaped. She was making the same type of comments that your teachers would when they graded your assignments. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was reading off the notes from a book report and not talking about a literal love confession.

The ridiculousness of the situation pulled a wry laugh from your throat, but you were quickly silenced with a harsh glare. Once you quieted, she continued, “The biggest problem I see is that this poem is lacking in length, having only a measly 12 lines. A few more couplets would have made this feel more complete.”

“Now onto the poem itself. Though your vernacular pales in comparison to mine, I will admit that your vocabulary is surprisingly expansive considering what you named your pet.” She sent Choklit a pointed look. “Furthermore, I appreciate the use of alliteration in lines like ‘A mind molded by misery and mischief’ and ‘Down into the dark depths of a dreadfully early grave’ but feel it could’ve been utilized more throughout. The mixture of masculine and feminine rhyme is interesting, though choosing one could have aided with overall cohesion.”

You just stood and stared, silently taking in her thoughts and critiques because it was all you could do. She paused, folded the paper neatly in her hand, but still didn’t give it back to you.

“In conclusion, parts of this are noticeably undercooked, but the simple act of reading it doesn’t make me want to purge my insides. I acknowledge the effort you put forth to tailor this poem to me and my interests and will admit that being described as ‘the purest of darkness personified’ is almost flattering.”

A nervous chuckle escaped before you could quell it, but this time she allowed it, her stare remaining blank. You cleared your throat, injected some joviality into your tone. “Great, so uh…do I get an A+?”

“B-, actually,” she amended, running over the folded page with her eyes. “Maybe even a C+.”

At that point, you swore you could feel the humiliation seeping into the very essence of your being. But you were determined not to let it show, to preserve what tiny amount of dignity you had left.

“Okay, well, I’m just gonna take that back and then go vanish off the face of the Earth so we never have to see each other again.” You gave her a pained smile and reached for the paper, only for her to snatch it out of your reach with a glare.

She glanced down to Choklit, who was seemingly enjoying the drama as his eyes ping-ponged between you two, then to the paper again. Another long moment passed before she looked back at you.

“I never said no.”

You blinked a few times, confused. “What?”

“The proposition outlined at the end of the poem,” she clarified, “I never said no.”

“You…” you began to repeat but trailed off as the realization of what she was implying really began to sink in. “Wait, I—you…you can’t possibly mean…”

Growing visibly impatient, Wednesday cut off your verbal meltdown. “Meet me outside the school gates after light’s out this Saturday. I get to pick the activity.”

The unsettling smile she gave you felt like a bad omen, but you couldn’t care less, still fighting off the incredulity clouding your mind. You opened your mouth to respond but when no words came, you settled for a hurried nod.

“Good,” Wednesday peered out the window momentarily. “Now, I must be going. Eugene is expecting me. I will see you Saturday and if you’re late then you’ll be the next autopsy I perform.”

Carefully, she stepped around your puppy and walked off without another word, leaving you to ponder what the hell just happened.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to no one in particular. Again, louder this time, “Oh my god!” At the sound of your excitement, Choklit came scampering over and you bent down to meet him. He stood on his hind legs, bracing his front paws on your knee. “Did you hear that, boy? The poem actually worked!”

He gave you a yip in return, tiny tail a blur behind him. You rubbed your hand along his back, chuckling at the fervent licks your hands received in return.

Only after a student skirted past you both did you realize that you were still in the middle of a hall. You promptly scooped Choklit up with both hands and cradled him by your chest, looking down at him as you began your way back to your dorm.

“Come on, let’s go get some treats. I owe you big time, buddy.”

#you guys would not BELIEVE the amount of googling i did for this fic lmao #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega #i have a newfound respect for poets #because even writing up a trash mock poem for this fic was HARD #listen if you see any incorrectly used terms please look away

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heavens-secret · 3 months ago

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🌹 IN DEFENSE OF TAI: A NOVEL🍷

So listen I get it, there’s the writing style to consider and the repetition of the detached, seemingly lifeless man in power being recycled that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. I fully understand the people saying they want more passion from him, and I hope to see it fully awakened as we go further along. He’s seemingly got the same stoic facecard no matter what context, which can get frustrating because we want a certain degree of vulnerability from our LIs.

But to play devil’s advocate on the subject that is Tai, let me paint this portrait of how I hope to see his character being developed. Because I can’t help but think about the glimpse into that psychotic family we’ve been given in Episode 9 & feel that up to this point, Tai’s mannerisms and general demeanor actually make so much fucking sense.

Like Tiss, he’s essentially been primed for war from an early age. He was primed to rule, to make difficult decisions, to represent his house with pride, and to never show weakness. And yes, he’s undoubtedly enjoyed a certain degree of privilege due to his status. But while his sisters get to explore their interests and amuse themselves in court playing with people like their puppets, he’s tasked with the ultimate responsibility of a society’s future as the family heir. A task I don’t think he takes lightly, given how well read he is and how involved he is in political affairs. And unless there’s some mentor we haven’t learned about yet, Foelh seems to have been his only role model to imitate when it comes to being a man and being a leader. Imagine having that dude as a father figure. Whatever we’ve seen of Foelh so far, I assure you he’s a thousandfold worse. It sort of reminds me of learning about Lucifer’s background & how Satan raised him. There are more parallels to him and Satan than you’d originally think. Both are self-serving, sadistic narcissists with little empathy for others’ suffering. They make decisions not based on what’s best for the people or what is just, but based on what strengthens their authority or feeds their ego. Not to mention both would be willing give up their only son to a win a political chess match if it came down to it. When Tai was briefing him on the murder of the princess and told him he was prioritizing minimizing bloodshed over interrogating everyone, Foelh literally said that he would have executed him were it not for the fact that he was his only son. With a parental figure like that, it often feels like you’re walking on eggshells & consistently made to feel like you’re never good enough. It doesn’t necessarily justify the problematic aspects of their personality down the line, but it humanizes them and puts a lot of their actions in context. It’s also fertile ground for solid character development. Because imagine the sort of coping mechanisms you’d have to adapt to be molded by a sadist while enduring life-lasting fractures to your body and/or soul. Repression would be chief among them. And then imagine meeting someone who challenges everything you’ve ever known and done, who forces you to start feeling again.

It’s honestly nothing short of a miracle that compared to Foelh, Tai has been nothing but respectful towards Tiss up to this point. He doesn’t have an interest in blind subservience or abusing his power for an ego trip like his father does. His calm and reserved nature makes him a lot more open minded & reasonable. On the Falcon path, he likes her challenging him on matters others wouldn’t speak up about & even respects her more for it. These are all qualities that will help him create impactful change when the time comes for him to reign. It feels like she’s awakening sides to him that have long remained dormant, like she’s a literal breath of fresh air after he’s gotten so used to holding his breath entirely. At the same time, however, he knows how dangerous a personality like that is and worries for her. She was always under threat of death but I think he feels guilt and anger at himself that he’s put her in actual tangible danger, like he slipped up somewhere leading to Foelh using her as a manipulation tactic. Maybe he is remaining reserved because that is the best way to keep her safe, because showing passion will only prove that she is a point of vulnerability for Tai. And the more their feelings grow, the truer that becomes. And that will certainly lead to her death, unless Foelh is killed first. Tiss is feeling like a pawn right now, but I’m telling ya’ll she’s gonna checkmate the King.

#this is some Game of Thrones shit fr #but yeah that’s my rant #v rambles #in defense of Tai #RC Tai #RC TTS #even if that’s not the route they go with him #maybe I’ll do some fanfiction #and just to clarify this is not an anti-Sha’arnez post #I adore them both #I’m just a sucker for the potential here

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thebestofoneshots · 2 years ago

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode (backstory)

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.7 K Warnings: none Prompt: Of the unopened letters and your first day at Hogwarts. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Rainy days and Mondays

July 10th, 1974

Dear Sirius,

My mom gave me your address. She feels really bad about the whole situation, but that does not justify her actions. She and Dad were awful by keeping their mouths shut, awful, and I’m terribly sorry about it. If only they’d said something, maybe then they would’ve changed the outcome of the situation.

I tried asking her to write a letter to your parents, with the truth behind the trip, you know, that it was MY IDEA, but she refused to do it. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to help you avoid the wrath of your parents. Our families are a bunch of cowards.

Thanks for the necklace, It’s beautiful. I put it on when I got home, it’s got a strange weight to it, but I like it, it reminds me of you. I’m writing a copy of the instructions of you know what on a letter and I’ll send it to you once we’re back in school. I’m really upset our trip was cut short. It would’ve been nice to stay in the moment a bit longer. Anyway, I really wish you’re well. Hope to hear from you soon.

Love,

(Y/N)

July 15th, 1974

Dear Sirius,

I hope my letter finds you alright. I’m writing again since perhaps my last letter got lost in flight, my owl Reese can be very clumsy sometimes.

I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I’m sorry for having the idea to go to Xplore (not for what happened inside the park, but yes what happened after), I’m sorry your parents found out, and I’m sorry we trusted Regulus to have our backs. I’m sorry my parents were cowards and didn’t back me up when I said the truth. And I’m really sorry for whatever your parents do to you.

It was really fun spending our break together. I get the chances of it ever happening again are zero, but it’s nice thinking we got to meet.

Also, I wanted to thank you for the necklace. I've been wearing it every day since I returned home, I really enjoy having it around my neck, it reminds me of our adventure.

Hope to hear back from you soon,

(Y/N)

July 25th, 1974

Dear Sirius Black,

I’d like to be able to assume my letter was lost in the mail again, but since the lack of response from the previous two, I can only imagine you have decided to ignore my letters.

Which, to be honest, I don’t understand. YOU were the one that decided to take the blame for yourself. If you HAD backed me up, and told your parents it had been me, then you wouldn’t have gotten in so much trouble.

Last night I received a letter from Regulus, I did not care to read it and threw it straight to the fire. I do not want to hear his apologies, mom told me it was him that spilled the soup. Traitor, like you’d call Slytherins in the past. I guess once a snake, always a snake.

I don’t want to sound like I’m begging, but please talk to me, if anything just tell me you’re alright. I just want to know you’re ok.

(Y/N)

August 3rd, 1974

Sirius,

This is the last letter I write. I’m sorry for bothering you with my insistence, I will not write any more letters. I’m sorry we met, and I’m sorry I caused you so much pain that you decided to completely cut me out of your life, or whatever, I don’t even know what happened.

I really thought we could stay friends, even after everything that happened. But I guess we can’t always get what we hope for. Either way, a promise is a promise, and I will send you the instructions for you know what once we’re back in school. I don’t want your parents to accidentally find them by opening your mail.

I really hope you’re alright.

Goodbye Sirius,

(Y/N)

After writing that letter you cried like a baby and considered burning it instead of sending it several times. But you knew writing more letters was useless –and that it would be worse if you went on without any closure– still waiting for an answer from him that you would never receive. So you tied the letter to Reese and sent him off. Once the school year started, and after you made a copy for yourself, you bent the old piece of parchment and put it inside an envelope alongside a note.

August 14th, 1974

Sirius Black Dear James Potter,

This is something I promised to give Sirius. He is currently very angry at me and will ignore all my attempts to contact him. But this contains something that will be very useful for him, I know he really wanted it. So I appeal to you instead, his best friend, to knock some sense into him.

Please receive this letter and give him the parchment. He’ll recognize it. If you must, lie to him, tell him you found it in a restricted area of the school library or whatever (Hogwarts has one of those too, right?).

Yours truly,

Someone who disappointed your best friend. -and was disappointed by him too.

You closed the envelope, waving your wand with a small spell to make sure it was properly sealed and wrote in thick black ink:

TO: James Potter

Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

2 years later

September 1976

You walked to Kings Cross with your cart in between your hands. Your dad had left you just outside the station. The idea of moving to a new country had been fascinating in theory, but once you arrived there, alone and with no one to talk to, you’d felt incredibly lonely.

Your mom told you about your dad getting the position in the British ministry on your last day of school, you didn’t even have enough time to say goodbye to all of your friends before going back home to find all your stuff had already been neatly packed in boxes.

Just two days after that you were in London, lonely as ever. You spend your entire break exploring the muggle part of the city. The muggle museums were pretty interesting, but you felt alone non the less. You kept in touch with your friends through owl mail but it wasn’t the same as being able to actually hang out with someone.

In the middle of the summer break, your mom took you to Diagon Alley, and nothing made you feel more isolated than Hogwarts students hugging their peers as they saw each other for the first time in a while. The only thing that somewhat cheered you up was the stunning Dark Nimbus your dad had bought as an apology for making the move so sudden. They did care about you, a lot, they just had different priorities than yours.

As you walked through the large corridors of the station you spotted a couple of younger kids walking beside their mother, while carrying trunks similar to your own, one of them had a huge cage with an owl in it, which was a dead giveaway that they were actually wizards, even in their attempts at a muggle outfits.

You discreetly followed behind them and saw them walk in right through a wall in between platforms nine and ten. You imitated them shortly after and found yourself in a very wizarding-looking space. A huge scarlet train with the words “Hogwarts Express” painted gold on its side pumped smoke through its chimney. As you stared at it, someone bumped against you from behind and pushed you forward a bit.

“I’m sorry,” He said, turning towards you apologetically “I didn’t see you there.”

You looked at the boy, he was tall and lean and had a fair share of scars all over his body. Made you think of a pirate from those spicy romance novels your mom had on her bookshelves.

“No problem,” You answered honestly.

He then gave you a strange look, he was wondering whether he’d seen you before and was about to ask you about it when a girl called for him from the far distance “Remus! We’ve got to go, we gotta care for the first years!”.

“Coming!” He shouted back at her and turned to look at you one last time before giving you an apologetic smile and leaving.

You stared at him for a minute, Remus, the girl said. The name was oddly familiar but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Perhaps it was the name of a book character you read a while ago or something.

Then you continued to push your bags to the baggage administration system, keeping with you only a small trunk with your uniform.

As you walked inside the train you realised most of the carts were full, and sighted when you realised how awkward it would be to invade some already-made friend group by showing up uninvited, even if the curiosity of meeting the new kid was in your favour.

You decided to open one of the doors where you’d seen kids that looked about your age walk in earlier but regretted it the moment the door was fully opened.

Most of them had given you scornful looks. Especially an unhinged-looking boy, but that wasn’t even the worst part. Right there, in the middle of all of them was Regulus Black. The traitor, Regulus Black.

He stood up the moment he saw you, letting some candy fall from his lap as he stared at you in disbelief. “What are you…? How–“

You took a deep breath and decided the world had been a better place when you didn’t even remember his existence. So you simply closed the door and left to find a different place.

As you continued walking through the train you saw many groups of people hanging out in the different sections of it. Laughing students that talked to their friends, a small little brunette girl, who must have been a first year since she was crying about missing his parents while another girl, that looked just like her but older, comforted her. There was no one else in their cart so you gently knocked on the door.

The two girls turned towards you and the smallest quickly wiped the tears from her face. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” you said as you closed the door behind you “I’m trying to disappear before someone I really don’t want to see finds me.” You sat down in front of them “I cried too when my parents first put me on a carriage to school.”

“I wasn’t crying,” the little girl said defensively.

“A carriage?” Asked the older girl, clearly curious now that she started paying attention to you “You weren’t at Hogwarts,” she said as she took your appearance in.

You denied with your head “I’m a transfer student, this will be my first year here,” you said and then turned to the smaller girl “like yours.”

“Does that mean she doesn’t have a house?” The smallest girl asked as she looked up at her sister “But she’s old.”

“Old?” You asked, diverted.

The little girl covered her mouth “I didn’t mean…”

“It’s all right, I was just teasing. But I’m not that old either. Only 16.”

“Oh, like Marlene,” she said pointing at her sister “maybe your guys will end up taking classes together.”

“Year 6?” Marlene asked you.

You nodded and held your hand towards her “ (Y/N)(Y/LN).”

“Marlene McKinnon,” she said while shaking your hands, she was strong and had slightly rough palms, which indicated she flew a lot “And this rude little girl is my baby sis, Margo.”

“Nice to meet you.” You said with a smile.

“I’m not rude,” mumbled Margo as she crossed her arms and started munching on some candy Marlene had handed over to her.

“You fly a lot?” You asked, when she looked puzzled you showed her your palms “I felt the broom marks when we shook hands, I have them too.”

She smiled and nodded, “I’m on my house’s quidditch team, I’m the best beater they have,” she said with a smile and then whispered, “Just don’t let the other guy know.”

At that, the two of you laughed, at that moment you figured perhaps life at Hogwarts wouldn’t be so bad, as long as you got to meet more people like Marlene. You talked about quidditch for most of the trip back, she told you about the new broom her parents had bought her last year and you told her about your new Dark Nimbus, which she made you promise you’ll let her take a ride on. Margo seemed rather bored with your conversation and grabbed a book from her backpack, something about care for magical creatures.

Once the train was close to the destination a tall brunette boy knocked on your doors “Are you (Y/N)(Y/LN)?” You nodded to answer and he smiled “Great! My name is Alexander Wood, Head Boy in Hufflepuff, I was asked by Professor McGonagall to escort you to Dumbledore’s office as soon as the train arrived.”

“Oh, all right,” you said as you stood up and grabbed your small trunk, “Hope to see you around,” you said to Marlene with a quick wave before following behind Alexander.

“You can call me Alex,” he said as he continued walking towards the doors “Professor McGonagall said it was immensely important you arrived before everyone else, apparently they want to get you sorted before the feast,” he explained.

“Sorted?” You asked confused.

“Into your Hogwarts house,” he explained “There’s four of them, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor-“

“-and Slytherin.” You concluded.

“Yes! Exactly!” he said without noticing the bitter tone which you had used to say the latter “you’ve done your research.”

“More like I met someone once,” you said as you continued to follow him. “There’s a sorting cap, right?”

“Sorting hat,” he corrected. “Don’t dare call him a cap, or he’ll be offended.”

“The hat?! He’s sentient…”

“Very much so,” he said with a nod “and very touchy too.”

“How do you know in which house he’ll sort you?”

“You don’t,” he said as the two of you stood next to the doors “Sometimes you get sorted the same way as your parents, kind of like a family line sort of thing, other times, like in my case, your family gets sorted into all different kinds of houses, my mom’s a Gryffindor, dad’s a Ravenclaw and my sister was a Slytherin. But then again, your parents didn’t attend Hogwarts, did they?”

You responded by shaking your head “Mom studied in Ilvermorny, Dad in Beauxbatons.”

He nodded, and then the train came to a halt, you grabbed the railing to stop yourself from crashing against him and then the door opened swiftly right in front of you. He quickly got down and motioned for you to follow. On the train, everyone else was starting to grab their things to prepare to get off. You followed behind him towards a couple of carriages without any horses.

You got in and then started to move towards the castle at a relatively fast pace. "Do you normally take new students to the director's office?" You asked Alex.

He shook his head "We don’t get many new students unless they’re first years, and their sorting is public."

"Why won’t mine be?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"Haven’t a clue," he said honestly and pulled a transparent bag from his robe "You want some?" He asked as he offered the bag to you.

"Are those Fizzing Whizbees?" You asked as you grabbed one of them, he nodded "They’re my favourites!"

"Mine too!" He said with a smile before popping one into his mouth.

Soon enough the two of you were already entering the huge castle. As you looked around he drove you towards the famous moving staircases. You had heard of them in some of your history classes, but you never expected you’d see them in person, they were as magnificent as the books described.

"Come on, they won’t wait for you to stop admiring them before they change," he said motioning for you to follow, "you’ll have plenty of time to look at them later on."

You nodded and followed right behind him. Soon enough you were just outside of an office, a giant golden eagle stood there. A very elegant-looking lady in a green gown walked from the hall towards you "Thank you very much, Alex, for bringing (Y/N) here, I’ll take it from here, you should go to the banquet, help the first years that get sorted into your house." Alex nodded and left, then the lady turned towards you "My name is Minerva McGonagall," you said, you were surprised, up until then you had thought the professor McGonagall they kept referring to was a man. "Follow me please."

You nodded and followed her, as she stood right in front of the eagle it started twirling and unveiling a set of stairs. The two of you walked up the staircase and you found yourselves in front of a large office, filled with magical gadgets, and astronomy tools. An old wizard with a very large white beard stood in the centre "This must be (Y/N)," he said.

"Nice to meet you, sir," you said to the old man.

He smiled kindly "My name is Albus Dumbledore, you may call me Professor Dumbledore, I am the director of Hogwarts." You nodded in response "We brought you here to sort you, after talking about it we decided it would be a lot easier to sort you here instead of the banquet hall, we thought you could perhaps feel uncomfortable being the only 16-year-old student being sorted along the first years."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," you responded.

"And we also wanted you to have enough time to get your uniforms ready before walking to your classes tomorrow." Then he motioned for you to sit on a chair in the middle of the room. Professor McGonagall picked a hat from a pillow and placed it over your head.

"Interesting…" you heard the hat speak, in a rather low tone. Your breath hitched "You’re old to be sorted… it won’t be easy to decide where you’ll fit in best."

"It’s… speaking to me…" you said as you looked at McGonagall.

"It does that often, just let him ramble."

You took a deep breath and continued to listen "ambitious, clever, brave." He said "Many qualities from many houses in one person…"

"Ambitious no…" you whispered back "Not cunning, not a traitor."

"You’ve got preferences," He responded to your words "You don’t want to be a Slytherin."

"I’m no snake." You responded.

"Slytherin are not all traitors, besides, other houses can harbour them too."

"I… I don’t want to see him every day." You admitted, thinking of Regulus.

"There might be things you don’t know about him… or the other boy."

"I just–" you started.

"–Gryffindor!" The hat roared before you even had time to elaborate.

Professor McGonagall smiled as Dumbledore told her "She’s one of yours."

She walked towards you, took the hat off your head and set it on the pillow again "I had a good feeling about you," she said with a smile.

"Nimbletwist," called the old man, soon enough a house elf appeared, "Please take (Y/N)’s robes to the laundry elves, that way they’ll have her house colours before her classes in the morning." The house elf nodded.

"Please follow us," said McGonagall as they guided you out of the office and towards the great hall. In the middle of the way, the same boy you’d seen on the platform walked towards her.

"I was told you were looking for me or Lily, she stayed with the first years, and sent me here."

She nodded "This is (Y/N), she’s new, the hat just sorted her in Gryffindor, and she’s in your year. I was hoping you could introduce her to your classmates and keep her out of trouble until the end of the day." The last remark seemed to be directed towards him specifically.

Remus, as you remembered, just gave her a flashy smile and nodded "I’m always out of trouble." He responded before turning towards you and offering his hand "Remus Lupin, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you." You shook his hand and smiled back. McGonagall and Dumbledore were gone in an instant, and you were left alone with yet a new Hogwarts student.

"I saw you at the station."

"You ran into me at the station," you corrected teasingly.

"You’re right," he said with an apologetic smile "I wasn’t looking where I was going."

"It’s ok, I can tell you’ve got very many responsibilities around here."

"I’m a prefect, that’s why I’ve been so busy today," He explained and changed the subject "I didn’t see you on the train."

"I stayed in a cart most of the way there, met a girl called Marlene, she’s lovely."

"You met Marlene?" He asked, surprised. "She’s also in Gryffindor."

“Our year too, right?” He nodded in response. “Where are we going?” You asked as you walked alongside him.

“Great hall, I just need to meet with some of my friends first.” You nodded and followed him all the way to a hallway, two boys waited there for him.

“Moony!” Said the tallest of the two as soon as he saw Remus, he was wearing a pair of round spectacles and had relatively long messy hair “Took you long enough.”

“And you brought company,” said the blond boy, he’d been the first one of the two to notice you.

“Yeah, guys this is (Y/N), she just transferred here, McGonagall asked me to take her to the great hall and introduce her to everyone.”

You waved awkwardly from behind Remus and the shorter boy walked towards you “Peter Pettigrew, nice to meet you.”

“(Y/N) (Y/LN),” you responded with a smile as he shook your hand.

“Hold up,” said Remus turning towards you “Your last name’s (Y/LN)? Same (Y/N) (Y/LN) Pads couldn’t shut up about on 5th year?”

Pads? You wondered in your head as the only boy who hadn’t introduced himself spoke “She fits the description,” he said as he looked at you with curiosity “Hair, eyes, complexion, has to be her.”

“Do you by chance speak Spanish and French too?” Peter asked.

Still slightly confused, you nodded. “It is her! Pas will go crazy when we tell him,” said Remus with a smile.

“Right, I was forgetting,” said the boy with messy hair “I’m James Potter, nice to meet you,” he said with a flashy smile as he offered his hand for you to shake.

You took his hand, and that’s when it downed you. These boys, they were all Sirius’ friends. “It’s nice to finally meet you, James,” you told him with a smile.

“Finally?” He asked, confused.

You quickly remembered the letter you sent him hadn’t been signed with your name and decided perhaps it would be better to leave things as they were “Ah… Sirius told me a lot about you.”

“He’ll be thrilled when he sees you,” said Peter excitedly, to that you wondered which kind of thrilled? “That may not be today tho, if he’s in position.”

You shrugged “In position?”

James smiled mischievously and handed you a small umbrella “Can you take care of this for me? Until we see each other again?”

You grabbed the umbrella and nodded. He winked at you and turned to Remus who spoke to them “So, everything’s ready right?”

“Yes, Pads’ll do the heavy magic, we just need to make sure the lasting jinxes are not countered too fast,” responded James.

“Fantastic!”

“Off to your prefect duties then,” Said Peter almost shoo-ing Remus “You have to be in position, too.”

Remus nodded and turned around to walk to the other side, turning back to you shortly “Come on,” he motioned for you to follow “I gotta introduce you to some more people,” he said with a smile.

When you arrived at the great hall it was almost already full of people. You saw Regulus staring at you from a table with kids all wearing green, he looked like he wanted to approach you but when Remus guided you to the Gryffindor table he sat back down “Hey everyone!” He said with a smile “This is (Y/N), she’s new.”

Marlene smiled and waved towards you “Here, sit with us.” She said as she and the red hair girl that had called Remus at the station both opened some space for you.

“Mind taking care of her while I focus on some other prefect duties?” He said looking at the redhead.

“Of course,” she said with a smile and turned towards you “Lily Evans,” she then pointed at a girl, “You’ve met Marlene, yeah?” She asked to which you nodded, “this is Mary,” she said pointing at a girl with the most beautiful curls you’d seen in your life. “That over there is Tom”, she said pointing at a boy with brown hair “And that’s Beth,” she said pointing at another redhead. She continued naming other students and then she started talking to you about the teachers, who all sat on a table right in front of the four tables with students that wore different coloured robes.

“Do we always sit colour coded?” You asked as you stared at the other tables.

“Oh… yeah, we sit at our house’s table at meal times.”

“So houses don’t really mix?”

“On classes we do.”

“But never on meal times?” She shook her head “So you only make friends in your house.”

“Not at all, I used to have a Slytherin friend, but sometimes the values of the people in their houses can become stronger than their original self.”

“I’m sorry,” you said when you noticed that the falling out had clearly hurt her.

“Don’t be,” she said with a smile, slightly forced. “But you can make friends with other houses, it’s just a bit harder to get close to them.” She explained and then her face lit up with an idea, “You know, Remus and I, we started a study group last year, you could join us if you wanted to, that way you could meet more people.”

“That’d be lovely, thank you Lily,” you told her with a smile.

By then the sorting ceremony had ended and Dumbledore stood up from his seat in the centre of the teacher’s table.

“Hogwarts has always been a place of wonder, where magic comes alive and friendships are forged. Whether you are starting your magical journey,” he said glancing towards the first years “or returning to continue your studies, this is a place where dreams are nurtured and knowledge is expanded. We know we’re living in dark ages, the magical community is filled with hate and discrimination at the moment, but the school will not tolerate any instances of said hate or discrimination to be brought inside these walls. We are all witches and wizards, our precedence does not change that fact. We must remember the core values that make Hogwarts shine. Respect, compassion, and loyalty shall be the guiding principles that shape our interactions. We are a community, a single organism, and we must understand that an organism at war with itself is doomed.”

“Embrace the thrill of discovering new spells, uncovering ancient mysteries, and weaving your own story in the tapestry of magic, but remember to be kind, and loving towards your fellow classmates.” He paused and clapped his hands with a smile “May your time at Hogwarts be filled with magical moments, lifelong friendships, and unforgettable experiences. I have no doubt that each and every one of you holds within you great potential, waiting to be unlocked. Welcome to Hogwarts!”

At that moment plates started appearing right in the middle of all the tables and students started to indulge in them. It was truly a feast. “Is Muggle-born prejudice as bad in the UK as the media claims?” You asked Lily who cringed slightly.

“Worse,” responded Mary instead “Some pure-blood kids’ parents are death eaters,” she explained “They follow in their parents' steps and spread hate among the school. Last year a muggle-born boy was tortured so badly he ended up in St. Mungo’s, they never discovered who had done it.” She explained.

“We always make sure to walk in groups,” Marlene explained “That way no one's ever completely alone, you don’t want to become a target of their hate.”

“But she’s a (Y/LN)? Your family’s pure blood right?” Asked Beth from the other side “I read about the history of Pure Blood wizards for a project last year,” she explained when everyone gave her a look.

“Uhh.. yeah.” You said with an awkward smile, remembering how your parents had made such an effort to hide your non-wizarding great-grandmother origins from all the records.

“Still, she’s new, we’re better off if we stick to each other.”

You nodded “You girls know best,” you said with a smile and looked around, you wondered what would happen when you eventually saw Sirius. Would he even want to speak to you? He ignored your letters so I’d seem he wouldn’t, and you had gotten over him, or you hope you had, it’d been over two years.

By then you looked around. Wondering where Remus and the boys he’d introduced you to had gone too, maybe they were going to skip dinner together or something. And then you felt it, a small drop of water falling on top of your right hand as you were taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

You stared at it for a second before looking up and feeling another one fall right on your cheek. On the ceiling, the clouds were quickly turning grey, and more droplets of rain started to fall. Eventually, you heard the rumbling of some far-away thunder and saw some of the clouds shine with lighting. In the span of a minute, rain started pouring. Some students got under the tables, others walked in panic towards the doors of the hall.

You took out the umbrella James had given you and opened it, covering yourself and Lily under it.

“Why do you have an umbrella?” She asked you, suspicion evident on her face.

“I… came from Wales, before taking the Hogwarts Express,” you lied “You know how it’s always pouring there.”

She nodded and huddled closer to you, and the two of you both stood in front of the table as you saw the rest of the chaos ensue. Some teachers were trying to use a spell to avoid getting wet but it did not seem to be working. McGonagall was desperately trying to stop the rain while Dumbledore stood there with somewhat of a diverted smile. He stood up and with a wave of his wand said “Finite Incantatem.” The rain stopped, you pulled the umbrella down and shook it to get rid of the small droplets still coating it, but only minutes later it started pouring again, even stronger this time.

Dumbledore seemed puzzled, but that satisfied smile wasn’t gone, almost as if he was proud of the elaborate spell his students had created.

Lily looked around suspiciously “I knew they were up to something. That’s why James didn’t even try to sit with me on the train!”

“James Potter?” You asked.

“You’ve met him?” She asked, puzzled.

“Remus introduced me to him and Peter before bringing me here,” you explained.

“Did they look suspicious?” She asked.

“I… wouldn’t know.” You responded. While you were pretty sure it had been them who caused the ruckus you were going through at the moment, you didn’t know how close Lily was to them, and you didn’t want to give her more reasons to think it had been them, which she already did. Who knows? She could’ve been the kinda person who would tell a teacher. And you certainly did not need to add any more reasons for Sirius to intensify his animosity towards you any further.

“Witches and Wizards, this marks the end of our feast, please retire to your dorms,” Dumbledore’s voice boomed through the hall when he placed his wand on his throat to amplify it.

Seraphina Nightshade, who Lily had identified as the head of Hufflepuff, walked towards her table "Alex, find the other prefects and take the first years to their dorms."

Alex nodded and went off to tell the rest. "I have to go find the first years,” Lily told you urgently. You nodded and walked alongside her.

Out of nowhere, Remus caught up with the two of you "Hey again," he said with that dashing smile of his. Lily gave him a look and continued calling the first years. Once outside of the great hall, you closed the umbrella, bending it back to its small state while Lily and Remus made sure all the first years were ready. The Gryffindor head boy, Teddy Hawthorn, had given the prefects the new password to enter their house common room and sent them all but Remus and Lily, who would take the first years, to find the rest of the Gryffindors. Lily was at the front, guiding everyone while Remus and you stayed at the back, making sure none of the new kids were left behind.

"I get it this isn’t what normal dinners look like?" You said, motioning to the chaos all around you.

He laughed, "Let’s say it’s a bit of a special one."

As the entire group approached the grand staircases, you spotted Marlene and Mary, who walked along a couple of stairs above you. They were soaked, like most people around you, leaving the stairs very wet behind them.

"Mind your step," Lily told everyone from the top of her stairs "The stairs are quite slippery, we don’t want anyone to trip."

Just as she said that a small girl that walked just in front of you tripped, her ring falling back a couple of steps. Remus quickly held her up, but the moment she realised her ring was gone she panicked. "It’s a family heirloom!” She said distressed.

"It’s ok, I’ll get it," you told her as you walked back to find it.

"(Y/N) wait!” You heard Remus warn but it was too late, the stairs were already moving. Remus jumped before the gap between the stairs was too big but by the time Lily saw what was happening it was too late. It would be impossible for you and Remus to catch up with them unless the stairs aligned themselves again.

"It’s ok," Remus shouted at Lily, who stood a couple of metres away "We’ll catch up with you in the tower.”

She nodded and motioned for the children to follow her, but the little girl was still distressed looking towards you. You finally found the ring between a crevice and showed it to her. She seemed relieved, you then made a small spell and the ring started levitating, sooner than later it was swiftly landing on her palm.

"Thank you," she said before running behind Lily and the rest of the first years.

"That was really nice,” Remus said as he saw the little girl go "and reckless, you could’ve gotten lost"

You turned towards him "and here I thought recklessness was a particular Gryffindor trait."

He laughed lightly as he shook his head "Come on, we should arrive at the dorm room before curfew."

You nodded and followed behind him to another set of stairs, eventually, you found yourselves in front of a dead end. The stairs had also changed on Remus’ planned path “damn it,” he whispered under his breath.

"Plan B is not gonna work, aye?" You asked, leaning against a wall.

He exhaled, "You don’t seem particularly preoccupied by being lost and not getting to the common room on time."

"I’m new, I got lost, they’re not gonna punish me."You shrugged “Besides, it’s not as if I had planned the entire prank that got us here in the first place," you said that last bit with a knowing smile.

"Are you trying to imply something?”

"Me? Whatever could I be implying?" You responded innocently “So… what’s plan C?”

“There’s a way to get there. But you mustn’t tell anyone about it.” You nodded and he guided you through a door a couple of steps behind, then he turned towards you again “Would you allow me to blindfold you?”

You raised your eyebrows at that, with a little smile on your face “Buy me dinner first?”

“Not like that!” He responded, surprised. “We’re gonna take a shortcut, it’s a secret passage.”

“Mm… and if I know where it is, it won’t be so much of a secret…”

“So…?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course you’re not gonna blindfold me Remus!” You retorted “A girl’s gotta know how to sneak around the castle too.” He stared at you for a second, as if trying to decide whether to trust you with the location of his secret passage. “Hey, if it makes you feel better, I solemnly swear I’m telling no one about your passage.” That line convinced him on the spot, but you didn’t know it yet, so you kept talking, presenting your hand in front of him, with your smallest finger raised and an innocent smile “Pinky promise?”

He laughed at that. “This isn’t the Japanese Mafia,” he nodded towards your finger.

“Why? You wouldn’t want to cut it off?” You said as you raised your finger to look at it up close, then swiftly brought it back down and turned to look at him “Anyway… Am I gonna have to excuse myself for getting lost, or are we going to take your secret passage?”

He smiled at that, he kind of started to understand why Sirius was absolutely obsessed with you when he came back from that summer in 5th year. “All right, let’s go.” You smiled at that and followed behind him. He took you all the way to the end of the hallway where a giant painting stood. Besides it, a shield with two swords crossed in the middle, like a coat of arms.

“Sneaking about again, Mr. Lupin?” Asked the old wizard staring at us from the painting “And you bring company,” he added suggestively.

“Not today Oliver,” Remus complained as he pressed a button on the hilt of one of the swords, causing the shield to separate from the wall, opening a relatively small hole.

“That’s the secret passage?” You asked, looking at the dark passageway that seemed to extend from the other side of the window-like hole.

Remus nodded “Is either that or we go wait until the stairs decide to change for us.”

“Fine then,” You said as you climbed through the wall and pulled your wand from your pocket, whispering “Lumos.” Remus was just behind you and once he was inside, the shield closed the hole in the wall.

“So…” you said, scooting out of the way to let him take the lead “Which way to go?”

“It’s easy, we’ll have to go up some stairs tho,” he explained before he started walking, with his wand raised high to show you the way. He took a couple of lefts and then you went up a rather long spiral staircase. “We’re almost there,” he said. “We need to get out of this passage and take another one before we get there.”

“Do I have to swear I won’t tell anyone again?” You teased, he gave you a look and then shook his head with a small smile forming on his lips. “Just wanted to make sure.”

By then you had reached a dead end, he whispered something onto the wall and it moved, letting the two of you out. But just as you got out of the passage and onto the hall, you crashed into something. But there was nothing really there. Until there was. Somehow you had stepped on Jame’s cloak and it had slipped off of him and Peter.

You were very surprised when you saw them appear out of nowhere until you noticed the cloak on the floor. Picking it up, giving it a look and handing it over to the two of them. James took it. “You’ve got an invisibility cloak?! Where did you get it? I’ve been trying to get my hands on one for ages, but the spells on them are rarely any good, I’ve never seen one as good as yours.”

“Uh… it’s a family heirloom…”

“Oh, you’re so lucky!” You said and then, you realised how the rain prank had lasted so long “It all makes sense now! That’s how you managed to counter Dumbledore’s spell. You were close to him! You used your cloak to hide from the people and did a close-range counter spell, Dumbledore’s magic didn’t even reach all the way to your spell caster.”

“You told her it was US?!” Peter asked Remus, looking completely betrayed.

“Remus? No! I assumed it was you when James’ umbrella became useful!” You told them, and then looked at Peter “You confirmed my theory now, tho.”

James punched him lightly on the arm in reproach “Ouch.” Peter complained and rubbed his arm as Remus walked closer to you.

“You cannot tell anyone about it,” he said seriously.

“Why would I? It was a great prank! You could’ve added chaos by having toads raining too but I guess the spell would’ve been a bit more complicated.”

“That would’ve actually been great!” Peter agreed, forgetting all together he had been the one to out them.

Then you heard steps from the end of the hallway “Someone’s coming,” you warned.

“Quick, let’s get out of here.” Said James as he pulled a tapestry from the side and motioned for you to get in.

Once deep in the small aisle, you decided to ask the question you’d been thinking about since Remus guided you through the first passage “So… How do you guys know so many ways to sneak about? Are you in some kind of secret club?”

“We’re making a map, so we explore the castle a lot,” Peter said casually which earned him another punch, this time from Remus.

“Might as well tell the new girl all of our secrets, right mate?” James complained.

“I guess I’m trustworthy like that.” You said with a smile, even if the dark passage wouldn’t really let any of them see “Besides, it was you who gave me the umbrella.”

“Yeah James, you gave the girl the umbrella,” Peter retorted.

“I was trying to be nice,” he explained, “she’s new.”

“It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone, about your prank, or about the fact that I was sneaking about with the… What? Hogwarts gang of pranksters?”

“That’s a terrible name for a gang,” Remus said.

“Says the guy with MOONY as a nickname.”

“I swear she’s been here for like 3 hours and she picked up on half the things we’ve done,” James said, pinching his nose.

“Also Sirius mentioned his friends and he liked making pranks in the school at some point,” you said remembering how he’d told you about a particular prank a few days before you sneaked onto the zip line park “When we were on talking terms.”

“On talking terms?” Asked Peter, but by then you had already arrived at the end of the hallway and Remus got ahead of him, shushing him before looking around and motioning for the three of you to follow behind.

“Mystic whispers,” he said to the portrait of a fat lady who opened up to let the three of you into the Gryffindor common room.

Regulus’ letter,

Burned by (Y/N) without opening.

July 23th, 1974 Dear (Y/N), I know you may not want to hear a word from me, but beseech of you to do so, for it is imperative that you lend me your ear. First and foremost, it was never my intention for my progenitors to discover our clandestine affair. I had resolved to provide a cloak of secrecy to shield you and Sirius from their prying eyes. However, an owl arrived to my father, telling him his offspring had been seen in a witchcraft emporium within the city limits, it enraged him. With righteous indignation, my father directed his scrutiny towards me, inquiring as to your whereabouts. I resorted to our story, how you’d gone to a broomstick race with Sirius, as we had plotted. Yet, to my great chagrin, he had already acquired knowledge of the falsehood, detecting the mendacity inherent in my words. Compelled against my volition, I found myself partaking of a draught, undoubtedly Veritaserum, rendering me incapable of withholding the truth. At that moment, the weight of guilt settled upon my conscience, eclipsing any previous instances of remorse in my life. Providentially, I managed to refrain from implicating your involvement, particularly as the collective assumption posited the culpability of dear Sirius. Despite your impassioned plea, reverberating across the wooden deck, beseeching their cognizance of your agency, I, alas, found myself bereft of the fortitude to voice your pivotal role. The notion of subjecting you, dear (Y/N), to the punitive machinations my progenitors habitually employ proved an insurmountable ordeal. I could not bear the prospect of witnessing my parents inflict their customary retributions upon your personage. I know their punishments. I do not want you to know them too. Perchance I observed my mother consigning some of your letters to Sirius to the scorching fire, ensuring that he refrained from indulging in the forbidden act of writing you back. They harbour an unwavering resolve to preclude him from "exerting undue influence" upon your vulnerable disposition. "For as long as you dwell within this house, the act of inscribing correspondence to her shall be verboten," Mother uttered with resolute conviction. Devoid of alternative recourse, Sirius succumbed, he was forced, a spell was cast on him. Ah, Mother, she can be wicked if you do not abide by her volition. I beseech your clemency, dear (Y/N), for the manifold grievances that have befallen us. I fervently pray that you shall not harbour enmity towards Sirius and myself, for the prospect of such estrangement would be anathema to my very soul. I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and the finest of health. With utmost sincerity, Regulus Arcturus Black

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Joyride

Loris x Fem!Reader

Reader goes clubbing with her friends. Guess who she sees at the club???

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Please be kind! I'm so nervous about posting this! Tell me if it's good or bad lmao

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Disclaimers:

Please properly discuss with your partner or whoever you end up being intimate with about protection and what you’re comfortable with!

Also, stay safe and hydrated when you go out clubbing!

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Joyride

“Okay, look up.” Jana instructed. You did so as she gently tugged down your lower eyelid, coloring your waterline.

“This feels like this is in my asshole.” You cringed, trying your hardest not to blink as she finished.

“I promise you, it doesn’t.” She said before letting go. “Now go ahead and blink for me.”

You groaned, doing a couple of blinks before she did the other eye.

“Can confirm.” Ulu added as she continued to fry her hair with her crimper.

“Ow!” Toni grunted as she tripped trying to pull up her stockings.

“Okay. ” Jana tilted your head back. “Now the other.” She pulled your other eyelid down. “How about we go over the plan again? We all are….?”

“Wanting my guts rearranged.” You answered without a beat.

“Searching for some good choice vagina.” Ulu responded.

“Hoping to find my soulmate……or a sugar mama or daddy.” Toni sighed.

Jana stopped for a moment, blinking. “I was gonna say have some fun, but since we’re getting specific here, not having to pay for any of my drinks tonight.” She finally finished up and handed you her mirror. “Whatchu think?” She started to clean up her work station.

You had to give it to her, as much as you persisted that tightlining wouldn’t make much of a difference, she ended up being right. It really was the finishing touch to your makeup.

“Can you let me be right for once?” You pouted, batting your pretty eyes.

“Crazy how listening to a makeup artist actually pays off.” She scoffed.

“It’ll pay off if it schedules my dick appointment.” You smirked up at her.

“So the goal is to leave with someone by the end of the night?” Jana clarified.

“Yes!” You lifted yourself off the floor and went to look through Ulu’s perfume collection. “I think it’s what I deserve.”

You were finally ready to have fun again after a long six months of recovery from your former situationship. Long story short, he wasn’t willing to commit to you. As much as it hurt, that was the end of that. It was time to have fun again.

“Grab the purple one.” Ulu offered.

The problem was that there were five purple colored bottles.

“Uhhhh.” You looked around, hesitating. “Which purple?”

“Dark purple.” She turned off her crimper before unplugging it. She still was not specific enough since there were three dark purple bottles.

“Which one!?” You playfully shrieked, ready just to grab a random one.

“The orchid one!” She mocked you with a smile.

You giggled, picking it up and giving yourself a few good spritz. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

“Because it’s funny.” She winked.

Smiling as you rolled your eyes you went up to the body length mirror, checking over yourself one last time before heading out.

You were wearing a low cut black halter top with some black dress pants and paired it with some black booties. Was it original? No. Was it classy? Maybe? Was it comfortable? Yes. Besides, you knew no one was really going to be paying attention to your outfit. They were going to be paying attention to you.

“Well, since you’re not coming home tonight, you’re not allowed to get drunk.” Toni reminded you. “So I’ll be your gal pal tonight.” She signed the word ‘babe’ to you.

“You just want to be nosy and judge all the guys I’m gonna be scoping out for.” You called her out, scrunching your nose at her.

“Because I’m one of three of your wing women.” She scrunched her nose back as she justified herself, zipping up her boots.

“Okay! Group picture!” Jana called out, setting up the timer.

The four of you started checking one another, making sure everything looked good.

“Do my edges look even?” Jana asked Toni.

“As even as my titties.” She replied. “Did you borrow my gel?”

“Yeah, you were right. They’re not gonna move.”

“Do you think my earrings look good with my outfit?” Ulu asked you.

“Uhhhh.” Ulu had multiple piercings on both of ears.

“The beaded ones.” She clarified.

“Yes!” You answered. “Your mom made these, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed proudly.

“Hurry! Five seconds!” Jana alerted everyone.

Everyone quickly rushed in front of the camera, making sure to pose tightly together before the camera flashed. After many poses and pictures, Toni pointed to her wrist.

“My bracelet is turned on!” Toni started.

“Samesies!” Ulu seconded.

“Got it!” Jana joined.

“Ready!” You finished, turning on your emergency bracelet.

The bracelet was designed and made by Toni. Its sole purpose was to notify other synced up bracelets when in trouble. When switched to SOS it would send the other bracelets the coordinates of the person’s location and a quick voice recording for confirmation.

It was still in the testing stage but if proved to be successful Toni was going to launch it. One day it’ll be available to hundreds of people who want to go out and have fun safely at a cheap price. She made all of you so proud.

“Alright! Let’s move it!” Jana called out at the doorway.

You all then headed out the door, into the night, making way for the club.

As you all were waiting in line to enter “Dominari” Toni linked her arm with yours, leaning in.

“Keep an eye out for anyone that looks like they got money but also have a soul.” She whispered.

“I thought you were also looking for your soulmate?” You asked.

“Which is why I said that they have to look like they have a soul. Besides, can they not be both my money giver and my soulmate?” She inquired.

“Any icks to look out for?” You asked, avoiding answering her question.

“They need to have most of their teeth.” She replied plainly.

“Most?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “What kind of people have you been messing around with?”

“People with most of their teeth.” She explained. “I have standards, you know. There is a bar and it has been set.”

“Hey,” Jana leaned in between the two of you whispering. “Just got word that there’s a few pit fighters in tonight. So if that’s something either of you are looking for, keep an eye out.”

“I don’t go to those.” You admitted, the line started to move up.

“Just be on the lookout for people that are well built.” Ulu hissed. “But more importantly, keep an out for the Vi. She’s one of the best in the ring right now.”

“Why? Also, since when have you been going to pit fights?” You turned back to look at her.

She didn’t have a chance to answer since the bouncer let the four of you in.

A chill went over you as you walked inside, the music pounding, the lights flashing, and all the people crowding around the dance floor. It all flooded your senses, reassuring you that you did deserve to have fun.

“Before we split, let's do a quick shot and dance!” Jana suggested over the loud music.

You all agreed, heading over to the bar.

Ulu and Jana ordered since they had the best social skills while you and Toni waited, patiently, watching everyone dance. Your eyes searching the crowd for anyone that resonated with you. They were all just a blur of faces under the strobe lights.

Most of your past flames were found in a cafe, or in a bookstore. It wasn’t until recently that you were picking up guys from clubs/bars. Either way, it didn’t matter in the end where you found those guys. They were all shit, anyway. Treated you like shit. Made you feel like shit. It was all shit. Because your taste in men was shit.

Jana nudged you, “Are you okay!?” She yelled over the music.

You nodded your head.

“I know you’re eager to move on, but don’t get your hopes up if you don’t find someone tonight!”

You smiled, lightly headbutting her with an ‘okay, thank you’.

Even though your taste in men was shit, that didn’t mean the night was gonna be. You were here to have fun. So you weren’t going to take anything too seriously….at least try not to take anything so seriously. Cause if you didn’t find anyone, at least you looked hot and felt like it. You would be damned if you allowed another man to make you feel otherwise.

A chill ran up your spine, bringing you back to your surroundings. That’s when the bartender brought out the shots.

“A shot for good luck!” Ulu called out, giving out the drinks.

The four of you clinked your glasses before downing it. The warmth of the drink went down your throat, but only warmed you up temporarily.

“Alright ladies!” Ulu shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Toni to spin you around, the air giving you goosebumps. “Let’s fucking goooo!” She sang out, making you squeal with laughter as she led you out into the dancefloor.

The four of you danced together, hyping each other up, making sure not to let any creeps or hecklers interrupt your girl time. You truly loved these girls, they were more than just your friends, they were your sisters. They made you aware that you were in the ‘best years of your life’. However, you also knew that as long as you had them, you would always be living the best years of your life.

You all were having the time of your lives to the point where you almost forgot your personal mission: finding someone to bang.

When it was time to split you made sure to stick closely to Toni. Ulu and Jana stayed behind, they continued to dance, vibing with a few people on the dancefloor.

Both you and Toni moved across the dancefloor, but continued to dance. You even invited a few other ladies, who just simply wanted to dance, tag along with the two of you. Just girls being girls. All of you being dancing queens.

Eventually, you would have thought that with all the dancing you would be a little hot, but in fact you were still feeling a little chilly. Even when you pulled out your best ‘nasty’ moves, you were still cold.

“You good!?” Toni asked, hands holding yours as the two of you vibed with the music.

“Yeah, just a little cold!” You replied.

She giggled, gesturing down with her eyes. “Yeah, I could tell!”

Your eyes followed hers as you discovered your nipples being very visible through your top.

“Gods!” You hugged your boobs. “I’m surprised I haven’t poked anyone’s eyes out!” You both laughed.

“Wanna go get a drink!?” She offered, gesturing to the bar with her head.

“Yeah!” Just as you glanced at the bar, that's when someone caught your eyes.

You did a double take at a man that you could have sworn you made up in your mind. After a few blinks, you confirmed this man was indeed real. You stopped Toni from walking over to the bar.

“Oh, oh, OH!” You gasped, taking him in.

He was leaning on the bar, chatting with what looked like a friend. Urgently, you tugged on Toni’s arm, grabbing her attention from all the commotion on the dancefloor to the bar.

“What?” She shouted as she signed over the loud music, looking around frantically, trying to find where your eyes were glued.

You turned her head in the direction of the man you were eyeing, carefully watching her expression. She then scrunched her nose.

“No, I like my guys more pathetic looking. You know, the ones with the wet dog eyes.” She politely explained.

You couldn’t help but laugh before telling her, “Not for you!”

“Ohhhh!” She then looked over at him again. “Oooooh, yeah, this is right up your alley. Although,” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “This is the type you fantasize about, but never actually go after.”

She didn’t have to call you out like that, but she was right. This man was tall, muscular, a little older looking, and looked like he knew how to make a woman cum.

“I like to give chances.” You tried to explain.

“You don’t need to do charity.” She bumped her hip into yours. “Go after what you want!”

You continued to watch him. You watched how he and his friend-you were hoping she was just his friend, were talking to one another at the bar. Neither making their way to the dance floor.

“Go talk to him!” Toni nudged you with her elbow.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s too early?” Maybe it was still too soon to be approaching anyone.

“But what if it becomes too late?” She replied.

She had a point. He was not ugly by any means. Sooner or later someone would be taking the bait and trying their luck.

“What if he rambles? Mansplains about shit I don’t care about?” You started to doubt outloud.

“Then just tune him out, that’s what I do.” Toni laughed off.

“You shut off your hearing aids, that’s not the same thing!” You laughed.

She then nudged you again in his direction.

“What if they’re together!?” You finally asked.

She gave you a look that you could only describe as ‘bitch, no’. She gave you one final nudge. “Go for it, babe! I’ll keep an eye out!”

“Thank you!” You signed to her.

Funny enough, as you were making your way over, the guy you were eyeing walked off but his companion did not. So you made your way over to her, hopeful to get some answers and reassurances.

You parked yourself right beside the woman that was wearing more black than you. She didn’t even acknowledge you, only drinking from her cup. You figured she wasn’t going to look at you, so you had to start.

“Hey pretty I-”

“Not interested.” She immediately interrupted.

“Huh?”

“I’m not here to flirt or mess around.” She clarified.

“Oh, that’s not why I came over-” You tried to clarify.

“I don’t want to sign any autographs either.” She scoffed with irritation.

“What?” You blinked even more confused now. “That’s not why I’m here.”

She finally looked over at you, making you feel very small as she eyed you up and down.

“Then what the fuck do you want?” She demanded.

“I wanted to make sure that the guy that was just here wasn’t your man.” You nervously admitted to her.

“Loris?” She cringed. “He’s a friend. Also, not my type.”

“Gotcha.” You chuckled with relief. So, that was his name. “I just wanted to make sure.” You explained.

“You’re good. He’ll be back in a sec.”

“Cool, okay. Well, can you at least give me something to work with?” You started.

She then mean mugged you. “Like what?”

“Like what’s your name? Is Loris even willing to talk?”

“Vi.” Oh. She’s the pit fighter Ulu mentioned.

You then introduced yourself. She only drank from her cup, not really acknowledging you.

“Sure, he’ll talk with you.” She bitterly stated.

Maybe it was because you didn’t have anyone else there to back you up or reassure you, but you were beginning to have doubts. Maybe it was best if you took your ass right back to the dancefloor?

“I’m not stepping on any toes, am I?” You wanted to make sure you weren’t crossing any lines or disrupting anything in motion.

“No. Relax. I’m not a bitch, okay?” She replied calmly.

“I don’t think you are,” You started, “But I don’t know you or what you’re about.” You admitted with a shrug. “So help me out here.”

The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. With a big sigh, and roll of her eyes, she gave in.

“Alright, fair enough. What do you want to know?” You couldn’t help but smile with relief.

“He’s not currently with anyone, right?” You just wanted to be sure.

She didn’t even hesitate. “No. Next?”

Good start.

“Please tell me he isn’t an insufferable know it all, that's gonna be teaching me stuff I don’t want to know about.” You began with a wince.

For some reason, men loved to ‘teach’ you things you didn’t need to know or already had knowledge about. It’s not like you didn’t love to learn because you did. Learning is fun. It’s just that particularly with men, they had a tendency to think you had never experienced anything ever before. So when you tried to explain to them otherwise they always told you in some way or in another that you were wrong and that they were right.

“No. Loris is more of a listener.”

Nice.

You managed to ask a couple of more questions before she started to get irritated again.

“Look, I get that you’re nervous and all but what was your game plan if I didn’t know jackshit about him?”

You blinked, shrugging.

“Maybe just wing it? Or maybe crack a couple of jokes and hope for the best?” You sheepishly admitted.

“Wait a min-oh no!” It suddenly hit you. “Am I doing the most!?” You started to panic.

“Yes! Gods, can you just-” She then flagged down the bartender, ordering a couple of shots. “Quit looking like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re gonna jump into the ceiling like a damn cat.”

“Oh don’t say that.” You groaned.

You weren’t sure why, but without fail, you had earned plenty of nicknames that were ‘cat’ influenced. You didn’t even look like a cat!

“Your eyes are practically the size of saucers. Did you take anything before coming here?” She asked in both irritation while laughing.

“No!” You sighed with the shake of your head. “Why is it always cats?”

“What’s wrong with that? Cats can be….cute, I guess?” She offered.

“Yeah but I always get the weirdest nicknames. Not the cute ones.”

“Like?” She asked as the bartender came back with a couple of shots.

You tipped the bartender, making sure he walked away before answering.

“Pocket Pussy.” You stated.

She was about to finish her own drink but choked when you said that, spitting it up.

“Oh shit!” You got on your tiptoes, grabbing a couple of napkins nearby and started to clean her up.

That was bad timing on your part.

“I’m so sorry!” You hurried, wanting to avoid confrontation.

She then started laughing, letting you help her.

“What the fuck!?” She said in between coughs. “Who calls you that!?!”

“My neighbor.” You started to explain. “She’s a big time cat lady and has at least seven cats.”

To be fair, this particular neighbor wasn’t difficult, or a bad neighbor. Sure, every once in awhile one of her cats would slip into your apartment but other than that she was cool. She honestly was kind of kooky while also elegant. She uses pet names for everyone, and for whatever reason, her pet name for you is ‘pocket pussy’.

When she finally got back her bearings she slid one of the shots over to you.

“What’s crazy is that even though she’s a cat lady, she’s not even old! I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid fifties.”

“Look, will you please shut up for a second and take this shot to chill the fuck out?”

“Sure okay!” You then downed it, taking a few seconds to breathe. “Do I seem chill now?”

She took her shot, rolling her eyes at you before swallowing.

“Sure.”

That’s when you heard someone yell your name. You glanced around, wondering if it was one of the girls or if you were just hearing things. But when you heard it again you knew it wasn’t the alcohol getting to you. That’s when you saw a familiar face in the crowd.

In all her glory, there she was wearing a royal green sparkly jumpsuit, silver platforms and curls for days. She was being followed around by a bunch of people, leading them up the stairs to the second level of the club. She called out your name again, giving you a miss congeniality wave, now drawing Vi’s attention.

“Who the hell is that?” She grumbled, making eye contact with possibly the bartender and signalling him to come back over.

“Hello, my Pocket Pussy!” She called out with a smile. You awkwardly waved back at her.

“My neighbor.” Not even trying to hide the cringe in your tone.

“Your neigh-wait-you weren’t kidding?!” She looked back at where your neighbor was and then back to you.

“You thought I was kidding!?” You shrieked in disbelief.

“I thought you were trying to be cute and quirky.” She admitted with a shrug.

“If I was trying to be cute and quirky I wouldn’t have told you that one of my nicknames is Pocket Pussy!” Your voice cracked. “I would have told you a less vulgar one, like ‘Toe Beans’....or ‘Loaf’.”

She snorted, shaking her head as her eyes glanced up behind you.

“What?” You turned your head, expecting to see the bartender but instead found the man of the hour….standing right behind you.

A little part of you shriveled up and died. How long had he been there? Also why was he so big? He was probably the biggest man you ever went after. How the fuck did you not hear him come up behind you?

“Making friends?” He asked the pit fighter next to you.

“Yeah, right.” She got off her chair, patting you roughly on the shoulder almost making you keel over. “Good luck.” She made her way onto the dancefloor, leaving you alone with him.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Hi!” You nervously began, mind racing, heart pounding. He casually nodded at you, taking a sip from the drink in his hand before setting it back down.

“She’s real sweet.” You gestured to where Vi had been.

“Sweet?” He raised a brow, eyes looking over you.

“Okay,” You sighed, “Not exactly sweet, but she is nice for helping me out.” You admitted, fully taking him in. “Got a name, big guy?” You smiled up at him, batting your eyes.

He smiled back at you, so bright you almost averted your eyes in shyness. The warmth radiating off of him was crazy, shining on you like a beacon of hope and safety. You didn’t feel so cold anymore.

After introductions the two of you started to talk.

You had learned that he was from Bilgewater, basically grew up on the water and had eventually made his way over to Zaun. He made sure to ask about you, not wanting to go on and on about himself. Not once did he make you think he wasn’t paying attention and he had no problem asking for clarification if there was something he wasn’t sure about.

As the two of you talked you noticed how good his eye contact was. How his eyes looked at you and was watching your body language, almost like he was trained to do so. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable though. If anything, it kind of comforted you in a way. He was actually listening to you, engaging in conversation, not trying to talk over you, and wasn’t staring at your titties. The bar of expectations was literally in hell.

“Take a shot with me!” You suggested, looking for the bartender, who was currently tending to someone else.

Loris leaned into you, “I got it.” Gently patting your hand. When the bartender came he ordered for the two of you. “And a water for her.”

“Oh?” You smirked up at him. “Such a gentleman.”

“You’re a lightweight honey, you need to stay hydrated.”

You playfully gasped.

“I am not a lightweight!” He raised an eyebrow, not saying anything. “Okay! Maybe I am but I did eat a whole meal before coming here!” You said defensively.

“Still need to drink water in between drinks.”

“He’s right.” The bartender slid the drinks over. “Also makes my job a little easier.”

“Then I’ll make sure to drink my water…..after I take this shot.” You got on your tiptoes, reaching for your shot and water, pulling it towards you.

“Cheers!” You clinked your glasses together, some of the whiskey leaking from the sides since it was filled to the brim. You watched as he downed it like water. As you were trying to catch up with him someone backed into you, causing you to spill some of it on you.

“Hey, watch it!” Loris called out to whoever bumped into you as he protectively wrapped an arm around you.

It was running off your chin, passed your neck and down your chest.

Getting on your tiptoes again you reached for a napkin, feeling the liquid slip under your top, into your cleavage. You felt his eyes on you, watching you clean yourself up. You would be lying if you said you didn’t purposely put on a show, pulling down your top, revealing just a little more skin as you dabbed yourself dry.

Because he was so big his arm easily went around you, his hand, his huge fucking hand, comfortably on the bar, gripping the edge. He asked you if you were okay, eyes still watching you.

“It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy.” You giggled, still dabbing.

“I’ll try to remember that.” He replied, arm still around you.

“You should.” You crumpled up the napkin, tossing it on the bar as you looked up at him. “It might be useful later.” You winked with an innocent smile.

The second those words left your mouth you felt so powerful, holy shit.

His wide eyes and slack jaw quickly changed to a smirk. His hand let go of the edge, slowly sliding its way up your arm. His gentle touch warmed you up as he very slowly dragged his hand across the middle of your back, through your hair. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned on the bar.

Gods, you wanted, needed him to touch you again.

“Drink your water.”

“Let’s go dance!” You tugged on his arm.

“You go on, I’ll watch your water.” He gestured to your glass.

You grabbed your cup, finishing it before slamming it back down. “Now come on!” You grabbed his forearm, ready to pull.

“Now who’s gonna watch my drink?” He joked with a chuckle.

Not wanting to push him and also saving yourself from any possible ‘icks’, since he may be a horrible dancer, you gave in.

“Fine! Stay here then. But I need a kiss for good luck!” You got on your tiptoes, tapping on your cheek as you presented it for him.

He chuckled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the apple of your cheek. Your heart picked up as your face felt warm. He actually did it.

“Don’t go anywhere!” You called out to him before making your way over to Toni.

“Toni!!!” You squealed as you made your way towards her.

“I’ve been watching! You’re doing the thing, babe!” She squealed, the two of you grabbed each other's hands and started dancing.

“After this song, let's go to the restroom! I gotta break the seal.” She mentioned.

As the two of you continued to dance to the song a few guys started making their way towards you both, dancing and smirking. As they inched closer both you and Toni gave each other the ‘look’. Ew, no. Let’s move somewhere else.

The two of you moved away, trying to be casual about it but one of them made his way behind you. Toni quickly spun you away, ignoring him as he tried to talk. But he just all together stopped dancing and leaned in to say something to you, asking what to call you. You shook your head, telling him ‘no thank you’ and pulled Toni to the restroom since he ruined the song.

You waved at Loris, mouthing ‘restroom’ as you linked arms with Toni. He gave you a nod as he watched the two of you walk inside.

“That pissed me off.” Toni admitted, the two of you headed toward the stalls.

She made her way inside one while you held the door closed as she did her business.

“What did he even say?” She asked.

“I don’t even know, I think he was asking for my name.” You rolled your eyes.

“He clearly saw us moving away-him and his friends! And he still tried.” The toilet flushed.

You then switched places with her, needing to relieve yourself too.

“I know! Men can be the worst sometimes.” You complained.

“Speaking of men, how’s that big strong man you’ve been chit chatting with?”

“Oh! He’s sooo easy to talk to!” You finished up, the two of you walking to the sinks.

She started to take off a couple of her ‘cheap’ rings as she beckoned for you to continue. “What’s his name? And easy to talk to, huh?”

“His name is Loris. And yes! He actually listens to what I’m saying and knows how to keep the conversation flowing!” You gushed, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling as you both washed your hands.

“He’s really sweet too! He made me drink water before getting back out on the dance floor.”

“Awww, that’s cute! So whatchu thinking? You two leaving together???” She fixed and pinched her false lashes.

“We may…” You couldn’t stop smiling.

A girl passing by tapped you on the shoulder, “Hey cutie! Can you tell that I’m wearing a pad?” She asked before turning around to let you look. Not an outline in sight.

No! You’re good.” You reassured her.

“Perfect. Thanks sweetie!” She went on her way.

“Well, let me know if and when you think you’re gonna head out.” The two of you walked out, eyeing the bar. You saw Vi had returned, talking to Loris.

“Oh, hey, that’s the pitfight-”

“Shit, I forgot my rings!” Toni blurted. “Be back in like two seconds!” You giggled as she ran back inside.

You were about to go back in to follow when someone suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Hey, I never got that name, hot stuff.” You turned and saw the guy from earlier, holding your arm. The fucking audacity.

“No, thank you!” You pulled your arm back.

“Well, can I buy you and your friend a drink?” His friends were off to the side, creepily watching with gross smiles.

“No! Bye!” Your frustration started to turn into anger. Why couldn’t he just fuck off?

Wanting to just get away you turned, about to run in the restroom when he grabbed your arm again. He scratches you with his nails, getting some of your hair caught in his hold. The anger you had then turned into panic as you looked back at him.

“Hey! Why don’t-” He didn’t have time to finish, Loris grabbed his wrist, making him let go of you with a shriek.

You hugged your arm to your chest, heart racing, processing that he let go and Loris was there.

“She said no.” Loris growled down at him, his grip visibly tightening.

The color in whatever the fuck his name’s face paled, he glanced over to where his friends were but they pretended to be looking somewhere else. His eyes then glanced over at you, brows furrowing.

“Don’t look at her!” He lifted his arm up, pulling him up to his tiptoes. “Look at me!” You could see the tendons in Loris’ neck start to flex.

“Found them!” Toni came back, stopping when she realized something was going on. “Wha…?” She breathed out.

Loris stared down at the guy, who looked like he was about to piss himself, before finally letting him go with a shove. The loser turned red, quickly making his way back to his friends who were trying to leave the scene.

“Wh-what happened!?” Toni hugged you, eyeing your arm.

“Nothing, I’m okay!” You quickly reassured her with a shaky voice, trying your best to smile. She could tell that you were freaked out so she had Loris walk with the two of you back to the bar.

“Fucking creep.” She cursed with the shake of her head.

Loris pulled out a chair for you, right next to Vi, asking the bartender for some water. Toni helped you up since the chair was a little high and suddenly gasped.

“You’re swelling up!” Alerting everyone else.

Sure enough, thanks to your sensitive skin, the scratches were welling up quickly. When you tried to cover it up your skin burned.

“I’m fine!” Embarrassment laced in your words..

“Here, let me see.” Vi calmly offered next to Toni.

You could feel Loris staring at you the entire time as Vi and Toni looked over your arm. When the bartender came back with the water you heard Loris ask for some ice.

“You guys, I’m okay!” You tried to reassure everyone. “Relax! Someone please get me a shot.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

You noticed Vi looking up at Loris, the two of them staring at one another, having a silent conversation. Vi then leaned over the bar, speaking to the bartender, not letting you hear what they were saying.

‘Do you want to go home?’ Toni signed to you. You quickly shook your head, signing back ‘I’m good, don’t worry’. She didn’t seem convinced, eyeing up at Loris who had his hands protectively on the back of your chair.

“If you want to leave I can walk you both home.” He gently offered.

You then sat up straight, putting on your serious face.

“I came here to drink, dance, and have fun.” You huffed. “And I don’t plan on letting some asshole ruin that for me!” The bartender came back, sliding over waters and ice.

“Be back.” Vi quickly left, making Loris do a double take.

“Hold on, honey.” He gently tapped your chair before going after Vi.

“What’s going on?” Toni asked as you both watched them disappear into the crowd.

“Company policy.” The bartender replied, handing you some ice wrapped in a cold rag. “Anything else? It’s on the house.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice.

“A shot of whiskey please!” You ordered.

“Make that two, please!” Toni added.

“Okay, but that was hot.” Toni admitted as you both waited for Vi and Loris to come back.

“See! I told you he’s sweet.” You beamed.

Her smile faded, brows pinched together with worry as she placed her hand over yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyes watched as you held the rag on your arm.

That’s when the shots came in. Perfect timing.

“Yes! Now shut up and drink with me!” You handed her the glass before clinking it together.

“Cheers, babe!” She shouted before downing it.

You mirrored her, wanting to keep the fun going.

“We should have gotten a chaser!” She stuck out her tongue, cringing.

Loris and Vi appeared in the crowd again, heading towards the two of you.

“What do you think they did?” She leaned into you.

Your eyes quickly went over the two of them, both seemed to be fine, not scuffed up, no blood on either of them. Although the look on Loris’ face told you he was still upset.

“I’d rather not.” You admitted as they returned.

“How’s your arm?” Vi asked, signalling the bartender to fill up her empty cup.

You reached for Loris, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned into him. You still felt icky about the whole thing so you needed some sort of security blanket to calm your nerves. So of course you grabbed Loris. His hand held your shoulder, thumb rubbing into your skin, not shying away or embarrassed to comfort you.

“Can’t even feel it.” That was a lie, it felt spicy still, but you weren’t a baby.

“Oh, this is Toni!” You started introductions. “Toni this is Loris and Vi.”

“One hell of a way to meet someone.” Toni joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Someone shouted for Toni, stealing away her attention. The people she was dancing with earlier beckoned for her to return to the dance floor.

Before she could even tell them ‘no’ you cut her off.

“Toni, go dance!” You encouraged her.

“But, what about-”

“I’m literally fine!” You reassured her with a smile.

You knew she would be unsure but you were fine. You signed ‘go dance’ while gesturing to the crowd of people.

She then looked up at Loris. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“You have my word.” He promised, gently squeezing your upper arm and your heart.

“I’ll be back after a few songs! Don’t go to the restroom without me!” She called out, rushing back to dance.

“Wouldn’t you rather go out there and join her?” He asked, thumb still rubbing into your skin.

“Nah, I’d rather stay here with you.” You beamed up at him.

“You guys are gonna make me puke.” Vi groaned, swishing her drink with irritation before taking a swig.

“Sorry!” You blurted out to her. “But also,” You glanced up at him before looking back at her, “You knew what I was about.”

She pointed at you, about to say something but then folded her finger back into her hand, head nodding and then shaking with irritation.

“Fine. Still gross.” She grumbled, taking a swig of her drink. “Just know that the first time I met this guy he was asleep on the side of the road.”

“Huh?” You cocked your head in confusion as he pulled you closer, tighter, against him.

“Kidding!” She quickly added. “Just giving you a hard time, Loris.”

He signaled for the bartender, ordering water for her.

“Loosen up! You got the girl, right?….” She stopped, chugging the rest of her drink.

Ignoring her comment he leaned down into your ear, “You okay?”

You looked up, nodding your head while smiling to reassure him.

“I’m okay! Everything’s okay!” You said a little too eagerly.

You could tell on his face that he didn’t really believe you, but he didn’t push it.

After some playful flirting and lots of chatting, a body came flying toward you, arms wrapping around you into a crushing embrace.

“BAAAAAAAAAABE!” Toni shouted over the music.

“Guess what!” She pulled back, grinning ear to ear.

“What?” You giggled as she began to sway you to the music.

“Ulu just got us an invite to the second level!”

“She what!?” You weren’t sure if she was kidding or not.

“Your friends here can join in but we gotta go!” She offered, giving them both a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yes! Now come on, I’ll be waiting for you by the stairs.” She then took off.

“You guys wanna come?” You asked the two of them.

“I’ll pass.” Vi started gruffly. “Second level is loaded with other pit fighters and I’m not in the mood to hang around a bunch of sore losers.”

Damn.

“What about you?” You asked Loris.

His eyes then went over to Vi. The two of them stared at each other, having another silent conversation.

“Vi.” He stated.

“Don’t.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I’m not going up there.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“I won’t cause any trouble!” She grumbled, before she started chugging her drink.

You didn’t know Vi well enough but you figured she had a history of stirring up trouble in public places. Especially with the way she was downing whatever was in her cup.

“Go have fun.” Her tone sounded bitter.

The bartender came over, checking in, giving Loris the chance to pay for all the drinks the two of you ordered.

“You sure you won’t come?” You offered her one last time.

“I’m fine. Go.” She waved you off.

A little bummed out but you didn’t want to nag her. She clearly made up her mind and you weren’t gonna change it. You quickly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for your help, pretty!” You thanked her, genuinely meaning it.

“Whatever.” She brushed off, cheeks blushing. “Fuck off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up at Loris. “Come on, big guy.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your fun.”

“You won’t! Besides, I’m not letting you get away that easily.” You hugged his arm, batting your lashes with an innocent smile. “Pleeeease!”

He smiled.

“Alright, but you still need to drink water.” He gave in. “Any other requests?” He offered.

An idea popped into your head.

“Yes! You have to hold onto this for me, okay?”

You put your hand in your pocket, pretending to feel around before pulling it out closed in a fist.

“Here, hold this and don’t let go of it.” You offered your hand to him.

He stuck his hand out, palm up, waiting for you to drop whatever you were holding. You couldn’t help but smile, placing your hand in his, lacing your fingers in between his with a giggle. Deep from his diaphragm a laugh rumbled through him as he realized your trick.

You hopped off the chair, giggling, proud of yourself.

“Oh my fucking gods-GO you two!” Vi groaned in irritation.

The two of you were laughing, squeezing between the crowds of people, holding hands, heading towards the stairs and meeting up with Toni.

The second level was no joke. The ground level was fun. There were strobe lights, glow and the dark paint splatters along the walls and floor, tables and chairs, the bar, and standard club bathroom with writing all over the walls of people’s plugs, signatures, and genitalia doodles.

But the second level?

Well lit, three bars, shiny clean decors along the floors and walls, it was simply better. The dance floor was smaller but it was on polished tile that was basically reflective. Just the idea of going to the restroom was kind of exciting since you figured it would be much cleaner. Hell, it even smelled better on the second level. This was indeed a treat compared to some other places you had gone to before.

You wondered what exactly Ulu did, or more like who did she talk to, to be able to get herself invited up top along with the rest of the girls.

A flash of sparkly green pulled your attention from across the room. She gave you a cheshire like smile, holding up a glass as she winked at you. Even with plenty of people around her she always knew how to make you feel important and seen. That’s when it dawned on you.

You giggled, blowing her a kiss.

“Who’s that?” Loris asked.

“My neighbor.”

Her eyes went over you then to the man you were clinging on. She gave you a nod of approval, mouthing the words ‘have fun’ with a grin. You replied back with a ‘thank you’, before turning away.

Your eyes then found your girlies, which, both of them were preoccupied at the moment. Ulu was all over a ‘muscle mommy’, most likely a pitfighter and another person who got her an invite up top. Meanwhile Jana was sitting at a booth, a few people surrounding her as she talked up a story of some sort, all of their attention on her.

You pulled on Loris, telling him about your besties and giving him mini descriptions that way he wasn’t left in the dark.

“Did I interrupt ‘girl night’?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No! You didn’t interrupt anything! If anything you were a part of the plan.” You explained.

“You planned for me?”

“Well-” Someone accidentally shoulder checked you.

“Oh, pardon me!” They apologized before going on their way.

Loris then looked over you, his eyebrows furrowed as he spun you around for him.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled in confusion.

“I’m looking for the sign on you that says ‘I want everyone around me to test my boundaries.’” He stated, making you full on laugh at how serious he sounded.

“Accidents happen!” You pulled him with you to one of the three bars, feeling the buzz die down.

At the bar there were several people that were wearing designer stuff. They even were wearing real jewelry, making you feel a little underdressed in your outfit. Damn, even the people that surrounded you were simply in another tax bracket.

But of course, Vi was right. There were lots of rough and tough athletic folks hanging around. Many of them were hanging around the bar.

“What do you want? I’m buying.” You offered Loris with a smile.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Folding your free arm over the bar you leaned against it, still holding his hand.

“I know, I want to.” You replied.

Jana made her way over to you as you had just received your drinks.

“Hey, how have things been going?” She nudged you with her hip.

Toni probably didn’t tell her or Ulu what had happened, so you wouldn’t either.

“What do you think?” You gave Loris his drink, smiling so hard as her jaw dropped.

“You mean to tell me you FINALLY went after your type?” She smiled, introducing herself to Loris as she shook his hand.

“Mhm.” You winced as you mixed your fruity drink.

“Type?” He echoed, eyeing you with a smile.

“Yeah, the kind that she’s too scared to go aft-”

“Hey! Jana! Why don’t you grab Ulu and Toni for a quick dance!?” You quickly intervened.

She smirked at you with a shake of her head before she went to go grab the girls.

“Maybe there is a sign on me.” You mumbled, sipping your drink through the straw.

“Your friends seem to care a lot about you.” He reassured you. “You got a lot of those?”

“Friends? Fuck no. These girls are my LIFE.” You explained. “I would not still be here without them.”

“Then know they mean well.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him, with irritation but also admiration since he was right. He was right but you were allowed to be annoyed with your friends.

Jana, Ulu, and Toni rushed over, pulling you to the dance floor as you gave Loris your drink.

“Be back!” You told him.

After lots of dancing you made your way back to Loris who had situated himself in a booth. He handed you your drink as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, stirring your mixed drink with the straw. He wrapped his arm around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t slip off since your feet were dangling.

“Here, try some.” You offered it to him.

He took it, drinking directly from the cup, grimacing. “That’s really sweet.” He gave it back to you.

“Don’t like sweet stuff?”

“Just you.” He replied, not missing a beat, pinching your chin.

You smiled, feeling giggly and pretty.

“Keep talking like that and you're gonna get kissed.” You warned playfully.

“Is that a promise?” He chuckled, eyes still on you as he leaned back into the booth.

“It is.” Your hand finding his chest, making its way up to his face.

“Then you’re the sweetest.” His knuckles grazing your cheek. “Too sweet to be here.” He swallowed, eyes looking you up and down.

“Be careful.” He warned.

“Me?” You questioned, slowly leaning in.

“Mhm, I’ve got more of a bitterness to me.” He explained as you placed your drink on the table, reaching up and brushing back some of his hair.

“I’d beg to differ, you’ve been VERY sweet to me the whole night.” You smirked, inching closer.

He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, his pupils were getting bigger.

“Only for you.”

Gods, the chokehold this man had on you.

“Well, lucky for you, I only like my drinks sweet. But when it comes to men…?” You leaned further in, mouths just an inch apart, you could feel his breath on you. “Let’s just say I prefer them to be savory……especially when they’re willing to come to my aid.”

He leaned in, finally kissing you. His lips were just as soft as his kiss, surprising you. It was comforting. Almost like a reassurance that all the shit you endured was worth it.

He pulled away but wrapped his hand around the base of your neck, snaking its way up to cup the back of your head. This allowed you to rest your forehead against his with shaky breaths. There was a quick peck or two before one of ‘your songs’ came on. Reminding you that you were still in public.

Ulu called your name, shouting that your song was on, making you and Loris laugh, pulling away. She was giggling as her and her girl were comparing their hand sizes, being all cute together.

“Want to go dance?” You asked him since your song was playing.

“You go, I’ll watch.”

You scrunch your nose at him. “Then I’ll dance right here.”

You slipped off his lap, grounding yourself in between his legs as you grabbed your fruity drink. You leaned a little forward, making sure to move your hips and ass to the beat of the song, to give him a show.

He had one hand on your waist while the other was cradling your free hand, keeping you steady as you danced to the beat. You definitely had his attention because you could practically feel his eyes burn a hole into you. Feeling good you continued to sip your drink as you danced.

Feeling brave, with liquid courage of course, you backed up into him, leaned forward with a grip on his knee and started to grind onto his lap. You felt him stiffen up, his hold on your waist tighten as you worked. With your free hand you guided his hand just below your titty, making sure it pressed snuggly against you.

Peering over your shoulder as you moved against him you saw what a mess he was. His jaw was clenched, nostrils slightly flared, taking deep breaths as he stared at your body, his eyes engulfing you and you hypnotized him.

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was tension, maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was the way his hands were caressing your skin, maybe it was scenery, or maybe it was everything but you felt like the hottest woman in the world. Especially with the way he was looking at you. You might as well have been.

“Enjoying the show?” You winked at him.

“Drink your water.” He insisted, snapping back to reality, taking whatever was leftover of your mixed drink and handing you your water.

Your song ended, and there was nothing else to do except sit back on his lap and drink your water like he had told you to.

“Yes sir.” You sighed with the roll of your eyes.

His eyes widened as he threw back the rest of your mixed drink, meeting your gaze as you drank your water.

“Hey, hi, nice to meet you. I gotta pee!” Ulu rushed out as she came over, grabbing your hand and pulling you off his lap. “Toni, I'm taking her!” Ulu shouted, saving her from any future panic.

Quickly putting your water down, you let Ulu guide you to the restroom, eyes still on Loris. There was a stir in your lower stomach.

You folded her skirt over your arm as you leaned against the stall door, not having to keep it closed since it did have a functional lock, but there for emotional support. The restroom was indeed fancy and it did smell amazing. What an upgrade.

“Loris, the guy I’m with, he’s friends with Vi.” You said over your shoulder, through the crack of the stall.

“Yeah! I heard through the grapevine that she’s ‘emotionally unstable and unavailable’.”

“That just sounds like your type.” You admitted with a scoff.

Ulu had a history of getting with girls that were…..hard to get, and once she got them they didn’t want to commit.

“That’s what I said!” She flushed the toilet, hand popping out from under the stall, wanting her skirt. You gave it back to her with a chuckle.

“But no, she really isn’t looking for anything so I won’t bother. Besides,” She opened the stall, switching with you. “Lelani over there is lovely!”

You got to business as she started tapping along the stall wall, humming happily.

“Loris cannot keep his eyes off of you!” She sang, you could practically hear her smile.

“You think so?” You finished your business with a flush.

“Absolutely!” You opened the stall, meeting Ulu’s gaze. “Not like he’s undressing you with his eyes, but more like he’s admiring you.”

The two of you went over to the sinks, washing your hands and refreshing your appearances.

“Admiring me like…I’m a work of art?” You chuckled.

“Like you’re the artist.”

Damn.

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

“Exactly. So don’t think too much about it. Just enjoy it!” She encouraged.

After the bathroom break you were soon back in Loris’ lap.

“Missed me?” You smiled up at him.

He mirrored your smile as he looked at you. He reached down, gently holding your jaw as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip with his other hand on your back for support. He nodded with a hum before pulling you in for a kiss.

As he leaned back into the booth you moved, climbing further up his lap, sliding your hands over his solid chest. His hand stayed on your back, while yours cradled his face, fingers brushing over his facial hair. Your lips met over and over again. Gentle. Always gentle, but at this point you wanted more than that.

“Do you wanna get going?” You asked in between kisses. The sensation you were getting in your stomach and in between your legs was practically begging you to leave.

He let out a breathy laugh through his crooked smile, giving you a couple more kisses before he helped you off his lap.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He responded.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I just want to let my girlfriends know.”

Luckily they were at one of the bars, laughing about something as you rushed over to them.

“Well, well, well.” Toni smirked. “Look who decided to pull herself off her big tough man.” She teased.

“You two have been attached at the hip!” Jana added. “You about to head out?”

You nodded, your smile almost splitting your face.

“Ooooooooh!” They synced in excitement.

Ulu pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

“Be smart! Don’t do anything I would.” She laughed.

You then went to Jana, she held your face in her hands, blotting your t-zone with a napkin before pulling you into a hug.

“Stay hydrated, okay?” You nodded your head, the two of you kissed each other’s cheeks.

Toni then held your hands.

“Remember to keep your bracelet on, okay? If anything feels wrong or weird just switch it to SOS. Got it, babe?” She held your gaze, making sure you were listening.

“Yes ma’am.” You replied as the two of you hugged, swaying to the music.

As you pulled away you couldn’t help but smile.

“You guys have fun and be safe too! I love you all!” You waved at them.

They hyped you up as you walked back over to Loris, giggling over their support.

The two of you walked down the stairs, heading to the nearest exit.

“Do you wanna say bye to Vi?” You asked him, eyeing her.

She was still at the bar, still sitting by herself, but no longer drinking.

He stared at her, not saying anything but his face told you enough. Vi was clearly going through something but you didn’t want to intrude. You just hoped that she would get better with time.

"You think she's gonna be okay?" You craned your head, clinging to his firm forearm against your chest.

"She didn't feel like drinking herself stupid tonight. Besides, I pity the one who decides to pick a fight with her." He admitted with a shake of his head, still looking back at her.

He looked …..concerned, but there was something else there, something much more....heavy. You looked down at your connected limbs. Maybe he wasn't ready.

"If you'd rather stay, I can respect that." You offered, about to let go of him.

"No," He lifted your chin and your gaze back up to him. "She's fine. I'm not her escort."

His reassurance gave you a boost, teasing the sensation in between your legs.

"Then can you be mine tonight?" You bit your lip as you tugged him down, getting on your tiptoes.

He chuckled with a smirk before bending down and planting a couple of kisses on your lips. The smell of whiskey on his breath further exciting you. He rose to his towering stature and wrapped his arm over your shoulders before pulling you along, leaving the club.

You heard your name being called out from the second level, grabbing your attention. The girls were waving bye to you over the railing. You gave one more look back to them before sending them air kisses and waves.

‘Get that dick, babe!’ Toni signed with a grin.

You laughed before turning away.

The walk to his place wasn’t long, but it wasn’t as quick as you would have liked.

"Hmm, I can't tell if this is a new place or if you hardly live here." You teased him.

"Both." He admitted, leading you into the kitchenette.

"A busy man?" You hopped up on the counter, watching him get you some water.

"You could say that." He handed you a glass. "What about you? You live a busy life?"

You drank the entire glass before answering.

"Have to, gotta keep up with the times." You placed the glass down, scooting it away as you reached for him.

His eyes then went to your arm, eyebrows furrowing and a frown forming. The scratches were still visible but the swelling went down.

“He better hope I never run into him.” His tone low and deep. “If I see him again I’m gonna rip his arm off.” His hand gently cradled your arm, thumb lightly running over the scratches.

Trying to move on you pulled him closer to you, allowing him to cage you in as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He leaned down, kissing your temple before dragging his lips down, scraping you with his facial hair. “I’m sorry, honey. I should have been paying attention and got to you faster.” He apologized.

You hugged him, exhaling. “You got to me in time.” You reassured him. “Thank you for that.”

In all honesty you didn’t know what you were gonna do if he hadn’t intervened.

It wasn’t like you were in an alley, out on the sidewalk on your way home because you always carried something on you. But you were in a nightclub where no weapons were permitted inside. Getting kicked out or possibly banned for flipping out on a guy didn’t help either.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute. Hugging, processing. He then tucked some of your hair behind your ear, whispering "What was it you were looking for tonight?"

Before you could even answer he pressed his lips behind your ear, at the start of your neck.

"So-some fun." You tried to get out.

He dragged his lips lower, humming for you to go on.

"Needing sah-some relief." You added.

He started to suck. You sighed, closing your eyes.

"Hoping to meet a guy who'll let me finish." You shakily admitted.

He stopped, "That hard to come by?"

"Ye-yeah." You opened your eyes, mind clearing up as you realized what you had just said.

He didn't respond.

Embarrassment started to take over, making you wonder if you should have said something else. Maybe something less personal. Was that too personal? Maybe too honest? A little too real?

He then pulled you onto him, hands supporting your thighs as he hoisted you up, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you off with ease.

He took you into his bedroom, turning on the light before setting you down in the middle of his bed with a flop. He caged you in again, hovering over you with his eyes dead set on you.

"Let's fix that." He said gruffly, leaning down and kissing you again.

As the two of you pulled away, you tried to focus.

“Before we start, are you clean?” You knew that you were technically supposed to ask that earlier but better late than never.

“Yeah, I got checked recently. You?”

You nodded your head in agreement.

“Do you want me to grab some condoms?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got the implant.” You then guided his hand to your arm, feeling for the ridge on your inner bicep.

“Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know, alright?”

You quickly agreed, laying down, you reached up and held his strong jawline. You pulled him in, nibbling on his bottom lip, hoping he would go a little more rough.

He then pulled away.

"Let's have a safe word, okay?" You dumbly nodded your head, mind very fuzzy as his hand slid up your thigh. "You with me?" He asked.

"Sorry! Yeah, let's have a safe word." You agreed, feeling silly.

"What do you want it to be, honey?" His voice gruff with want.

"Oh uh,” Your mind started racing, “ How about 'halt'?"

"Halt?" He repeated.

"Yeah, that's something I usually wouldn't say. Especially now." You explained with haste. "Sound good?"

"Hm, yeah. It sounds good." He agreed.

"Good." You then pulled him back against your lips, making him chuckle.

He pressed further into you, both his mouth and his lower half. The stir that was in between your legs was forming into an ache. A deep ache. His large hand began to trail upward, to the top of your pants-why did you wear pants???

That's when the undressing started.

Shoes were quickly kicked off, allowing the two of you to move up the bed. You reached down to the bottom of his white button-up and started to pull it up, needing to feel his skin. He whispered a quick 'hold on' in between kisses before pulling it off. Your eyes and hands wandered over his toned middle, tracing his happy trail down to his belt buckle. Just as you were about to unfasten his belt, his large hand gently covered both of yours, stopping you.

"Before we get to that, there's something I have to take care of first." He then slid you up the bed, hands now unbuttoning your pants.

Your heart picked up as you quickly slipped your top off, tossing it aimlessly. He pulled off your pants with an ease that made you wonder if he was even nervous.

He lowered himself, his hands slowly finding themselves behind your knees, spreading them to make room for his large frame. His mouth then found your inner thigh. You leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, heart racing as you were processing everything with deep slow breaths.

You actually pulled it off. You're at his place, in his bedroom, on his bed, with his mouth making its way up your thigh.

One of his hands trailed up your stomach, his warm palm snaking past your breasts to your neck which found its way to your jaw, pulling your attention onto him.

"I want you to look at me, okay? Don't take your eyes away."

You pulled his pillows behind you, sitting up on your elbows.

"You want to show off?" You anxiously rasped.

"I want you to look at me while you fall apart."

He then lightly bit your inner thigh, forcing a squeal out of you. The bastard then smirked as he did it again, higher. Your hands gripped his sheets, watching him make his way up to your-

"How much do you care about this?" He asked, finger lightly tugging the side of your panties.

"Not much." You replied.

He suddenly ripped it off, stealing your breath as the cool air hit your cunt.

He flung the shreds of what were your undies off the bed before he continued his playful biting in the crevice of your thigh and pelvis. He slowly spread your lips with his thumbs, jolting your senses. He hovered over your cunt, his breath tickling you as he gave you a long slow lick.

Fuck.

Your breathing picked up as he kept his mouth on you, tongue finding your clit that made your hips jerk. One of your hands slid down, combing your fingers through his hair, happily humming as he ate.

His lips went back to your clit as he moved his fingers over the rest of your slick. He released your clit with a 'pop' as he looked up at you.

"Tell me," He gave a couple of licks, "What made you want to talk to me?"

"You're asking me that, now?" You whined as he nibbled on your lips.

He hummed, waiting for you to answer.

"It was stuffy, but it was cold tonight." You started, he returned to your clit, finger slowly circling your hole.

"I-I thought that the alcohol and dancing would ha-have me sweating, but I was still cold." The tip of his finger teased your entrance, making you slightly tighten in anticipation.

"Ah…all the people I danced with were cold."

He then slipped his finger in, your fingers starting to grip his hair as you let out a shaky breath.

"You caught m-my eye because you're so…so fucking hot, I just didn't eh-expect you to be so warm."

He curled his finger up, rubbing that spot that always had you curling your toes.

"Talking to you, having your arm wrapped around me kept me warm. So warm." You slurred out.

He started to suck again, rubbing your spot as he moved his fingers in and out.

You started to rock against him, making the wet grow, gods, you knew you were going to make a mess.

You couldn't help it, you closed your eyes as his pace picked up. The squelching started to get louder just like the squeaking of his bed frame. You could feel your slick dripping out. You were making a mess-he had you making a mess.

“And….ha, you saved me from some asshole who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” You hurried. “I was scared and you came and saved me. How, how could I not be drawn to you?” You were almost out of breath.

You were getting close.

He stopped sucking but continued to finger you. "Tell me what you want." He gruffed.

You bit your lip, still rocking your hips to meet his movements.

He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. His lips and jaw were wet with your mess, and his breathing had become ragged.

"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." He repeated with authority.

Fuck. What woman wrote him because men like him only exist in fiction.

"I want to cum." You answered.

"Tell me that I can." He licked your mess off his lips. "Tell me that I can make you cum." There was urgency, not just in his voice, but in your hips, his movements, in the air.

"Make me cum." You commanded.

He held your gaze as he dove back down, adding another finger inside, making the stretch add more fuel to the fire.

"Ah!" You let out over the squelches, over the sound of his knuckles slapping against the meat of your ass as he roughly fingered you.

Your grip on his hair tightened, just like your cunt did. His groans rumbled through your skin, and all that was left was for you to snap.

It washed over you just like whiskey.

Your vision darkened for a few seconds, your knees shook as your lips quivered over his digits, heart raced in your chest and ears as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck.

His eyes rolled back as he pulled out, pushing his hands behind your knees so he could drink all the wet you created. He wasn't quiet about it either, he slurped with ragged breaths, almost sounding desperate as he cleaned you.

“Oh fuck….” You gasped as he finished, letting go of your legs.

You pulled him up to your mouth, savoring the taste of yourself along with how soft he kissed you. Even though you were still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to get back to business, especially since you wanted to see what he was packing.

Your hand trailed down his chest and back down to his belt buckle.

"Can I suck you off?" You asked in between kisses.

He hummed in approval, "After I make you come again." He replied.

"You can,” You sat up on your knees, grabbing his middle and pushing him down to where you were lying. You straddled him, finally unbuckling his belt with eager hands. “Later.”

The bulge in his pants was quite obvious....and large. Cupping your hand over it, you wanted to see how big you were working with.... your heart nearly stopped when you realized your hand couldn't even hide his bulge.

"You alright?" He asked with a smug smirk.

"My....my eyes might be bigger than my stomach..." You swallowed.

"Stomach?" He repeated.

Unzipping his pants, you tugged them off with his help, watching his long thick member slap up against his tight stomach, revealing you meant what you said.

"Ye-yeah." You swallowed again. "That's exactly where you're gonna be."

He was indeed the biggest man you ever approached because there was nothing small about him.

Taking him in your hand, at least what you could fit in your hand, you could feel his pulse throbbing. Lowering yourself down onto your elbows, you slowly pulled back his skin, revealing his rosy-colored head.

Slowly pumping him, a bead of wet appeared at the slit. You gave his head a playful lick, collecting the pearl of precum on your tongue. The slightly salty taste had you back for seconds, earning you some groans from the man before you.

You kissed him along his shaft, dragging your lips and tongue down as you cupped his balls, his brown hair that crowded around the base brushing against your hands. Stroking him, you made sure to keep eye contact with him just like he did with you. Batting your eyelashes, hoping that your eyeliner still looked good.

His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek just under your eye. His mouth was agape, eyes never leaving yours as his chest heaved up and down.

You placed kisses wherever you could, his base, inner hairy thighs, shaft, and then back up to his head. You started to take him in your mouth, hoping you could manage to fit him in without getting lockjaw. Sucking his head had him squirming, making you giggle. You swirl your tongue all around, making sure to focus on that little area just underneath.

His hand slid the back of your head, cupping you while tangling his fingers into your hair. You then took him further in before you started to bob, stroking him with one hand while you continued to massage his balls.

Watching him fall apart underneath you was getting to be too much, that deep ache returned.

The greediness started to grow in your stomach, having you bring him further and further into your mouth and soon throat. You started to gag at the pressure, making the ache even more prominent. That saltiness returned. It almost made you want to let go of him to start playing with yourself, as the ache started to hurt.

You let up trying to catch your breath while strings of drool still connected the two of you. His eyes were still on yours and the look he was giving you felt purely carnal.

This didn't stop your stroking, which you were now doing with both of your hands. The pulse was getting stronger now, along with the grip he had on the bed sheets. His jaw was clenched shut now, still breathing hard, with heavily lidded eyes. Your grip slightly tightened, earning a pleasing hiss.

Feeling gutsy, you asked the question that had been plaguing your mind.

"What made you want to take me home?" You rasped.

He struggled, swallowing as he carefully thought about his answer.

“You made Vi laugh.”

“I-what!?” You pulled away, blinking with confusion.

He quickly sat up on his forearms, realizing what he just said.

“I was watching the two of you for a little bit. I saw how you made her spit out her drink.” A small smile formed on his face.

“She’s been going through…a lot and it’s getting harder and harder to help her.” His eyes were elsewhere, his face and member softened as he thought.

“She’s got a good heart and a good head on her shoulders. And she’s strong. So strong, but everyone has a breaking point.” He sighed. “She didn’t deserve that. No one like her deserves that kind of heartbreak.”

He paused, still gathering his thoughts. Obviously there was a lot you didn’t know and there was probably a lot more you would never know, but right now you didn’t need all the answers. You just needed to listen.

“You’ve been the only person, other than me, to make her laugh.” He admitted.

“She might seem rough around the edges, but I promise she’s someone that once you get to know, care about, she would do anything for you. She’s just that kind of person.”

Another pause.

“And those kinds of people deserve the best…they deserve the whole world.” He slowly shook his head. “I just wish she would see that.”

He then looked back up at you.

“So when you, this beautiful thing I had seen out on the dance floor, make your way over to Vi, making her laugh so hard that she spit out her drink…..it pulled me in.”

You straightened up, folding your legs underneath you.

“You’re lucky that you’re so handsome,” You started with a smirk.

“Saying another woman’s name while in the middle of sex is usually a turn off and is a sign to leave, but….” His eyes were filled with worry, making you smile. “That was very sweet, what you said.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Vi is very lucky to have someone like you in her life. Someone that actually cares.” That’s when you got that pang deep in your chest. That uncomfortable ache that you tried so very hard to work on.

Jealousy.

All the guys you messed around with, actually gave a shot, were nowhere near as emotionally intelligent as Loris. Or honest. You were convenient for them and so that’s just what you were. Convenience. The closest you got was ‘sweet’ or ‘nice’ or ‘pretty’. But that was it.

You’d hope that maybe Loris saw something in you. Something other than just convenient.

“You….alright?” He reached up, cupping your face.

Nodding your head, you crawled your way up to him, face to face.

“I’m gonna need you to shut up now, okay?” You reached your hands out, combing your fingers through his facial hair as you grabbed ahold of his face. “Can’t have my seat talking.”

As sweet as that moment was, you needed him to focus back on you and the situation you two were in.

He then quickly lied down while pulling you over his face, making you giggle from his sudden eagerness. His hands wrapped around your thighs as you adjusted your knees and feet snuggly in between him and the bed. Your hands planted against the mattress as you looked down at him.

“If you need a break to breathe just tap me three times.” You instructed as you hovered over him.

“Break? Honey, if I suffocate to death just know I did so happily.” He joked before pulling you down onto him.

“OH!” You gasped as he picked up where he left off.

His tongue dove itself into you, feeling around before going back to your clit. He went back to sucking it, making you whine with want. He then let go of your clit, eyes still on you.

“Use me.” He muffled against you, the vibrations tickling you.

Nodding dumbly you did so, grabbing a hold of his hair as you started to rock your hips, clit brushing his nose while he tongue pushed itself in.

“No, no. Go back to sucking.” You instructed, doing your best to balance as you repositioned.

He did as was told. He sucked your clit, eyes now closed.

“Now stick your fingers back-OH!” He was way ahead of you, sliding his hand back up and slipping a couple of his digits into you at your request.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped as he played with your g-spot.

Your vision was starting to blur as the pleasure started to build up again. The delicious feeling of this man eating you like his life depended on it was starting to be too much. The pressure was building up until it didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“OH!” You cried as you came. “Fuck!”

You rocked against him, biting your lip as you rode the waves out, trying to recollect yourself as the stars in your eyes started to fade. He moaned, gathering everything you released and swallowing it with pride.

You leaned forward, on your hands again, giving him room to breathe as you tried to remember your name.

“You okay?” He asked from below.

“Yeah, just catching my breath.” You answered with a lazy nod.

“Good.”

After a few more seconds of coming back down you did just that, making your way back down to his lap as you lied against him. You found his mouth, kissing him while his hands ran up and down your body.

The two of you kissed for a few minutes.

“Let me look at you.” He whispered, holding your face in his hands. His eyes scanned over you, analyzing what felt like every inch of your face.

There was something much more intimate about this, than him pleasuring you. It was hard to explain, but him looking at you, being naked with you and choosing to admire you as he held your face in his hands was raw, gentle, and almost…..loving.

“You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You pulled away, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide as you smiled. You smiled so hard that your cheeks started to hurt as your heart raced.

It had been a while since you felt special.

“Don’t tease-”

“I’m not.” He interjected without hesitation. “You are.” He then brought his hands up to your face again, “Please let me look at you.”

You complied, not saying anything. His eyes went over you again, as if studying.

“Regardless of what you think, you are the loveliest woman I’ve come across.” He admitted, a small smile forming.

You just nodded your head, not saying anything. It felt like he was telling the truth and even if he wasn’t, if he was just trying to make you feel better about yourself, you would play pretend. That was something you had gotten good at, especially in situations like this.

Leaning in you kissed him again before pushing yourself up and making your way back to his lap.

You grabbed his cock, giving him a few pumps as your other hand cupped his balls. It got hard again, firming in your hand as it grew, precum leaking as you gave him a few playful licks. Making eye contact with him, motioning for him to scoot down as you straddled him.

Balancing yourself with one hand on his chest, you reached down, lining him up with you. Letting go when his head found your entrance, you lowered yourself only for him to slip away. You scoffed, trying to reach back down, almost slipping off him with a little squeal.

“Here.” He chuckled as he pulled you back on, grabbing himself and realigning his tip to your opening.

“I can do it myself.” You huffed with a pout.

He chuckled again, reaching up to hold your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip as his eyes went over your face.

“I know you can, baby.”

Slowly lowering yourself down with his help, he was able to push in. The stretch of his head made you squeeze your eyes shut, jaw drop open with a gasp. Even though you were still very wet it was still jarring. There was a warmness as you continued to make your way down, earning a hiss from the man underneath you.

Once you bottomed out, you tried to catch your breath.

“Gods.” You panted.

His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your skin as the two of you adjusted to the new sensation.

“Don’t start moving just yet.” He admitted shakily. “It may be over before it starts.” He chuckled.

You shook your head. “Don’t worry….I need a minute.” You agreed.

After about a minute of the two of you still adjusting and processing, you were still in disbelief.

“You’re….definitely…the biggest….” You didn’t have to finish, he was already laughing. Not chuckling, full on laughing.

His eyes squinted as his downturned lips were fully up and pulled back by his smile. He looked beautiful. When he finally collected himself, you suddenly felt….shy? As if you hadn’t been fooling around with him the entire night. Like you didn’t pull the sweetest, biggest, handsomest man from the club and have him all over you.

“Hey,” He squeezed your hips, grabbing your attention. “You still with me?”

You then clenched around him, making him jolt from the sudden pressure. He blinked as his grip tightened on you, making you smirk.

“Yeah,” You readjusted your legs around him. “Keep up, okay?” You smirked.

His eyes darkened, that carnal look returning. He then swatted your bottom, earning him an airy gasp.

If he wanted to play like that then who were you to deny him?

Lifting yourself about halfway you dropped yourself back down, feeling him get even harder.

“Fuck….” He muttered with gritted teeth.

Leaning back on your hands you slowly started to rock your hips around while moving up and down, the girth of his dick rubbing all the good spots in you while the head kissed your cervix.

His hands moved up as you worked, finding your breasts and giving them a squeeze.

This made you stop for a moment, pussy tightening at his touch as you bit your lip. This didn’t go unnoticed, of course he was going to find your weakness. He gave them another squeeze while rubbing his thumbs over your perked nipples. Your hips started going faster as a moan escaped you.

He scoffed.

“Earlier, when you spilled some of your shot on you…” He continued to play with your nipples as you tried your best to keep your pace.

“I wanted to clean it myself.” He admitted.

This made you reach down and start rubbing your wet swollen clit.

“I saw you looking down my top.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt another orgasm approaching.

“You should have cleaned me….I would have let you!” You dropped down, he bottomed out again, earning a moan from you both.

“You would have let me pull down your top, and lick it off in front of everyone?” He teased, tugging on your nipples. You nodded your head, rubbing harder, getting close.

“I wanted you to touch me so bad.” You started to move faster, “I wanted you to….OH!” It washed over you, making your legs shake as you let out a high pitched moan.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted.

Suddenly sitting up, picking you up by under your arms, allowing the mess you just made to slip out. He held you up so he could suck on your nipples as the aftershocks washed over you. You cradled his head, fingers in his hair again as he tugged on your nipples with his teeth.

“Fuck!” You whined, wanting more, squeezing on nothing.

“If you keep making noises like that I’m gonna finish.” He gruffed as he covered your chest in bites and kisses.

“I want you to.”

He stopped, eyes meeting yours as he slowly moved you back down. “You want me to cum?”

“Yes,” You rasped, eyes not leaving his. “In me.”

That carnal look returned but then shifted to something else. You didn’t know how to explain it but it stirred your stomach. He just kept still, staring at you with a clenched jaw.

“You want me to fill you up?” His voice was a little shaky at the end.

“I want you to have your way with me.” You mewed as you reached down, realigning yourself before grabbing his balls and slowly massaging them.

“Empty yourself in me. Show me how much you want me. Make an imprint in me so my body won’t forget you.”

You’re not entirely sure where the confidence came from. You’ve never said anything like that to anyone before, but that’s how you felt. You wanted to be nasty. You wanted to be carnal.

“What’s our safeword?” Eyes dark and voice low.

You blinked, trying to remember.

“Uh, halt.” When it came to mind.

“One more time.” He growled.

You swallowed, a dark excitement tickling your stomach.

“Halt.” You repeated more firmly.

His crooked smile made another appearance. “Try to remember that if it gets too much.” He slowly pushed himself in, making you gasp. “Cause I’m not stopping.” He bottomed out. “Even if I end up in your stomach.”

He didn’t give you time to respond, he lifted you up and slammed you back down, making you eat your words.

He lifted you up about halfway and then slammed you back down again, your vision blurring as your toes started to curl and mouth drop open. There was no air. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he did it again and again.

His pace started to quicken, getting harder as the squelching started getting louder. You clawed onto him as best as you could as he pounded into you, his hips slapping up against your ass, his thick pulsing cock rubbing against your g spot while slamming into your cervix.

You came undone again, stealing the breath from you as your eyes rolled back.

“Loris!” You struggled out.

Holy fuck where had he been all your life?

“Fucking hell…” He hissed with gritted teeth, his end approaching.

Quickly coming back to reality you focused on him. Your mouth was soon on his thick neck, teeth sinking in as you sucked, hoping you would leave a mark there. You hoped you would see it tomorrow.

He grunted your name, hips starting to get sloppy, the wet you had made was getting everywhere, mixing in with his sweat and yours. The both of you making a bigger mess.

It was hard to think, the main thing on your mind was just ‘yes, yes, yes, please yes’. The hot coil in your lower stomach was tightening again, reminding you that you still needed him. He was practically in your stomach, mixing your guts, giving you everything you wanted. Everything you deserved.

You loved it.

You knew he was just about to come. It was written over his face as he tried his best to hold on a little longer. You wouldn’t do that to him though, he deserved to finish.

Leaning into his ear you whispered, “Let me have it. Give it to me.”

“Gods!” He grunted, his trembling hips slowing down, as he finished.

The warmness filled you, making you moan with satisfaction.

That hot coil in you was still tightening up, getting ready for another release. You rocked your hips, tiredly rocking, still wanting more. One more. Just one last one. Please, gods.

He sat up, pushing the back of your knees toward your chest as he pulled out, cock dripping wet, climbing over you before hooking your legs over his shoulders, sliding himself back in with a groan.

“AH!” You cried out as he was now fucking you at a new angle.

He was moving very sloppily, greedily. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed off the walls.

One of his hands snaked down in between the two of you, squeezing his way to feel for your clit. The other hand grabbed your ankle, bringing it up to his lips, lightly kissing and then nibbling it as he worked. With each thrust he had you rambling nonsense. Getting closer and closer to the finish line.

“Ohh FUCK!” You were hysterical, tears streaming from your eyes.

“Almost there.” He grunted, fingers roughly rubbing your clit.

“Please! Give it to me, baby!” You begged, earning some curses from him while he brought you to the end of the line.

It washed over you, one last time, your hips were twitching, pussy quivering around him, vision fading as you went limp. Pure fucking ecstasy. A few more thrusts and soon he was over the edge too. Filling you with more of his mess, overflowing and seeping from the sides.

Gently letting your legs slide off his shoulders and down his arms he cradled your face, eyes looking over you with concern.

“Are you alright? That wasn’t too much, was it?” He rasped, touching your heart again.

“I’m okay.” You tiredly giggled. “It was perfect.” Reaching your hand up, you gently tugged on his single lock with a smile that he quickly mirrored.

The two of you then looked down, staring at what still connected you both. He then slowly pulled out, a puff of air allowed everything that had been created to come spilling out onto his sheets.

“Mmm, look at that.” He hummed, reaching down and gently spreading you open, making you moan since you were sensitive. His eyes met with yours again.

“What was it you said earlier? ‘It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy’?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, something like that.” You giggled.

He leaned down to kiss your temple before pushing himself off the bed, heading off to the bathroom.

“Hold tight, I’ll get you something.”

You heard the sink running so you took the time to push out any more air that may or may not have sounded like a fart. Trying to save yourself from any potential embarrassment. Sitting up on your elbows, you gazed down at the aftermath.

Sure enough there was a sticky mess that was painted all over the inside of your thighs and a stained patch underneath your butt. It glistened, making you feel satisfied….and also proud. You were, in fact, the artist.

He came back with a washcloth, walking over to you.

He propped his knee up, leaning over as he widened the spread of your legs. You shivered, the ghost of an ache flashed but when he brought the damp cloth down to your most private area it quickly went away. A whimper slipped out, as he applied gentle pressure as he cleaned you up.

His eyes met yours, an apology already forming.

“I’m okay!” You reassured him with a breathy laugh. “Just sensitive.”

He leaned in, cupping the side of your face and gave you a couple of soft kisses. He continued to wipe you down as best as he could. Not allowing you to help him because he insisted that the mess was ‘his fault’ so he would clean it. You weren’t gonna argue with him.

“I’ll get you some water, okay?” He whispered as he finished up.

You couldn’t help but scoff, a grin on your face.

“You and your water.” You teased playfully.

He left the bedroom, busying himself in his kitchenette to get you some more water.

After he came back and rehydrated you, you handed him the empty glass.

“Thank you. Now it’s my turn to go get cleaned up. Properly.” You clarified, sitting yourself up as he placed the glass on the nightstand.

“You got it?”

“Yeah,” You stiffly stretched your legs. “The bathroom is literally right there.” You scoffed.

When you went to stand up, there was nothing to stand up on, at least, that’s what your body thought. Your dumbass fell, catching yourself just barely on your hands and knees, laughter radiating from you.

“Are you alright???” Loris laughed as he quickly rushed over to you.

“I’m okay! Be careful where you swing that thing!” You laughed, using your arm to block from his limp dick as he helped you up.

“I guess my legs are still trying to wake up.” You muttered as he walked with you to his bathroom.

You leaned against his door frame, shooing him away, reassuring him that you were fine. He closed the door for you, allowing you some privacy.

His bathroom was surprisingly clean. It didn’t smell weird, there were no mysterious stains on the walls, and he had soap…..the bar of expectations was literally in hell.

You relieved yourself, making sure you pushed out the rest of the mess he put in you. Washing your hands you couldn’t help but stare at your reflection.

Your makeup was still holding up but it needed to come off before you went to sleep. That is…if you were sleeping over.

The whole night, well, most of the night was great. You were starting to wonder if it was going too well? What if that was all there was? What if he was about to reveal his actual self and tell you to get the fuck out? What if he starts acting weird? You then looked down at your wrist, staring at your bracelet.

Would you need to flip the switch?

Flashes of everything that had happened throughout the night came back. Even though you didn’t know Loris, you felt like you knew enough. There was something that was telling you to trust him. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t just switch up on you. Especially after everything you went through at the club.

So many thoughts were going through your head but you took a deep breath. The only way you were gonna find out was walking back out there.

After you washed your face you came out of the bathroom.

“Here.” He tossed you one of his shirts.

He turned to pull on his boxers and you stood there like an idiot, staring down at his shirt, heart feeling funny. That weirdly intimate feeling came again. It was a simple gesture but it was still sweet.

“Am I….?” You started to feel silly.

“Hm?” He asked.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You almost whispered.

“Yeah, of course. Or did you want me to take you home?” He looked over his shoulder to you.

“Oh no, I’d rather spend the night.” You happily admitted.

He smiled, picking up his discarded clothes and moving them over to a chair before turning off the light.

Pulling on his shirt you climbed in his bed, slipping under the covers as he followed, situating himself beside you. He pulled you snuggly against him before sighing with content. Your head resting on his chest as you stared up at him in the darkness.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to stay?” You whispered, needing some reassurance.

“Yes, I want you here.” He kissed the top of your head.

You couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes.

“Can I ask you something?” He muttered in the darkness.

“What?”

“Why does your neighbor call you ‘Pocket Pussy’?”

You groaned over his laughter.

#loris x reader #loris arcane #fem!reader #smut #arcane #arcane fanfic #loris arcane fanfic

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 2 months ago

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"I GOT YOU, SWEETHEART"

I wrote another smut fic with Tangerine ☺

I hope you like it! 🍊😌👍

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Tangerine was there again.

Your father had gone on a business trip, from which he wouldn't be back for a couple of weeks, so he had asked his best friend to take care of you while he was gone.

You didn't need a babysitter, but when the man showed up at your door, it was impossible for you to refuse.

You didn't know what it was that captivated you first about him, whether it was his huge, beautiful blue eyes that watched you intently, his imposing height, or the mustache that rested on his upper lip, giving him an even more masculine appearance than he already had.

So the days passed, and with each one you felt like you couldn't take your eyes off him.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it, that man was too handsome for his own good.

Of course you wouldn't admit anything you were thinking in front of him. That day it was unbearably hot, so you went down to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.

You walked past the garage, where you heard several metallic noises. Intrigued, you walked over to it and poked your head through the gap in the door.

You almost choked on your own saliva at the sight before you. The dark-haired man had decided that today was the perfect day to work out, so he was lying on the exercise bench, lifting weights.

He was wearing a white tank top, which didn't help matters any.

You knew you should leave, but for some reason you didn't.

You just watched the way his muscles contracted and relaxed every time he lifted the weights, sweat running down them. The gold chain around his neck jingled with each movement.

Then, unintentionally, the tip of your shoe collided with the door. You froze, praying that he hadn't heard it, but of course he did.

He stopped his movements and slowly stood up from the bench, resting his hands on his knees at the same time, making the veins in his arms tense.

You tried not to look at them too much, but he caught you red-handed.

-What’s wrong, honey? -he asked, his hoarse voice at the name making your toes curl inside the slippers you were wearing- Can I help you with something?

-God, why does everything he says have to sound so sexual?-you thought, before clearing your throat to answer him-

-No, I was just… w-passing by – you murmured making him smile- -We both know that's not true – he whispered softly – I've caught you watching me several times, darling – he explained-

-It's not true – you repeated, he stared at you-

-Your eyes say otherwise, and the way you're looking at my muscles doesn't help me change my mind – he said making you blush- My God, you're adorable – he laughed- every time you walk past the garage I see you poke your head in – he said- don't try to deny it, you always have a good excuse to justify it: going for food, picking up the dishes and so on – he explained- but the way you look at me gives you away, honey

-I don't know what you're talking about – you defended yourself-

-You're seducing me little by little, and you're not even realizing it – he laughed tilting his head for a moment, before focusing on you again- every time you come in here you're Those damn short shorts,” he growled, making you shiver from head to toe, “and you made sure to lean down far enough on purpose for him to look at you,” he whispered, “I may be bad at relationships, but I’m not immune to lust,” he said, looking for you with his eyes, “Princess, I know what that expression means,” he whispered, getting up from the bench and slowly approaching you.

You tried not to stare at his chest, since it was the only thing left at eye level with you. You swallowed nervously at the feeling of him being so close. His hoarse voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Look at me,” he ordered slowly, and you obeyed, meeting his powerful blue eyes again. “Do you see how small you are compared to me?” -He whispered having to lower his head to look at you, you nodded slowly- okay, just keep looking at me, baby- he whispered gently- your eyes are telling me to fuck you- he said making you tremble under his gaze- Is that what you want?- he asked- You want your father's best friend to wrap you in his arms and take care of you, right?

You nodded again unable to say a word. He slid his strong hands down your back, before resting them on the small of your waist to bring you a little closer to him.

-You are my little girl now- he declared- and you will do exactly what I tell you. Have I made myself clear, princess? If so, I want you to nod like the good girl I know you are," he asked, and you nodded. "Good," he murmured in satisfaction. "So good for daddy." He laughed. "Turn around and place your hands on the bench."

You did so, you felt his powerful presence behind you and you wondered what his next move would be. You bit your lower lip when you felt his long fingers tighten pulling the elastic of the garment.

-These pants… -he murmured- this ass… -he added letting out a hoarse laugh- you really know how to seduce a man, don't you, honey? -he questioned between laughs- and now you're seducing your father's best friend -he whispered in your ear- you are a very, very bad girl

You felt his hand slip under the white top you were wearing to hold your breasts. His long fingers covered it completely in just a few seconds, enough for you to be a mess of moans when he squeezed your nipples with his thumbs.

-My God, so sensitive -he said while leaving kisses on your neck from behind before making you turn to rest his lips on yours-

He covered your mouth with delicacy and intensity in equal parts, until he separated in search of air and you took advantage to do the same.

-What does my little girl want from daddy? Mhmm? -he questioned, staring at you-

-Please… -you begged, making him smile-

-Use your words, darling –he ordered authoritatively-

-I want… I need… -you swallowed hard- I need your fingers inside me –you confessed, he smiled-

-How do you ask? –he scolded you, pinching your hip for a moment-

-Please –you gasped, feeling his fingers slip into your pants-

-See, princess? It wasn't that hard –he whispered as he slid them inside you-

A broken moan came out from between your lips, noticing how his fingers masterfully brushed your clitoris.

-Good girl –he murmured, stimulating you with his fingers- look how wet you are for me, fuck –he growled- oh baby, you needed this desperately, didn't you? I'm sorry you had to wait so long, you're clenching against my fingers, princess. Do you want daddy to continue? Do you want daddy to make his little girl cum?

-Yes! Please Tan, fuck me – you squealed holding onto his shoulders-

-Cum sweetheart, I got you – he whispered – be a good girl for daddy

That's what you did, you held onto his shoulders tightly as he held you against his chest, wondering how something you felt was wrong could feel so good

#aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train #tangerine smut #writters on tumblr #writterscommunity #my story #byvoice

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the-mandawhor1an · 9 months ago

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Europa (Frankie Morales x afab!Reader)

ausa est quoque regia virgo nescia, quem premeret, tergo considere tauri, cum deus a terra siccoque a litore sensim falsa pedum primis vestigia ponit in undis;

the regal maiden even dared to climb atop the bull's back unaware of who she mounted, the god first from land and then from shore set treacherous footsteps toward the waves, then he goes further and carries his prize across the wide ocean

Summary: One of your friend’s bachelorette trip takes a sudden turn when a stranger makes advances at you. Prepare to be swept off your feet like in the old tales of the ancient world.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! No one has a name but Frankie; Slightly dubcon; abduction but make it sexy; the cap stays on; non-explicit descriptions of sexual acts (it’s Frankie, you know what he’s known for); oral (f recieving); fingering; overstim; piv (be responsible and use protection!)

A/N: This is my part for the Pedro Pantheon event hosted by @beskarandblasters – Kel has since left Tumblr but I finally found inspiration to write this, so I’m still publishing it. My ‘prompt’ was Frankie as Zeus and I relatively quickly settled on the abduction of Europa. (The other idea was maybe writing about Hermes’s parents but that would be another Maia, haha) Idk, it felt like a nice story to ‘modernize’ and put Frankie in there. I’ve not specified if he actually is the god Zeus, but it can be interpreted, I guess.

It’s my first time actually narrating sex, so be gentle in your criticism. It’s not proper smut, because I still struggle with being super explicit. Feels vulgar and every fiber of my being hates being vulgar. (more power to you if you can write that shit because you can bet your butts love reading it)

The jetski… I guess I have to blame YSD by @swiftispunk for that one

The Latin part on top is from Ovid’s Metamorphoses. The translation is not completely mine, unfortunately my Latin is close to nonexistent these days.

divider made by @saradika-graphics

and the biggest smooches to @janaispunk for beta'ing for me 💜💜💜💜

It's days like this that make you appreciate not having any ties that weigh you down. Sure, being single can be lonely, but at least you don't have to justify going on a 3 day Bachelorette trip with your friends to anyone. And you'll be the only one who doesn't have to worry about falling for a stranger at the beach.

The four of you, all dressed in light, flowy dresses to cover your bikinis, arrive at the beach. The white sand is warm underneath your feet, sinking in with every step towards the beach bar. The air is fresh and filled with laughter as you approach the bar, the blue of the ocean slowly merging with the changing sky. Sundown is approaching, although you’ll probably have an hour or so of sunlight left. The bride to be orders the first round of drinks, colorful cocktails. The others talk about their relationships, what their partners are doing while you are out here in literal paradise. You drown out most of the noise, not wanting their discussion to ruin your mood, not interfering with their dialogue either. Part of you can't help feeling jealous, but the thought doesn't linger for too long, as a good looking stranger appears.

He wears a light shirt and cream colored shorts, the only unusual sight is the navy blue cap that hides most of his what you assume to be dark brown hair. He is very tan, his skin speckled with freckles. A smile is plastered on his lips and you can't help but feel a little flustered when his brown eyes meet yours for a moment. He is gorgeous, like the gods had sculpted him with the utmost care to not make a single flaw. His eyes are dark, his nose prominent and his lips look plump and soft. His beard is well groomed, although one spot on his jawline is missing hair. Weirdly enough, the bald spot almost looks like a heart.

“Looks like you’re having fun here, ladies. Any chance I can join?” he asks as he leans on the bar with one arm, facing your group. It should be obvious with your friend in all white, but she is willing to let the stranger in on the secret.

“I’m getting married soon and I wanted to take a little trip with my friends.” She raises her hand to present her engagement ring, a relatively big diamond that sparkles in the slowly setting sun.

“Oh, congratulations,” he replies with a genuine smile. “I hope he knows he’s a lucky guy.” His gaze wanders between all of the women, finally resting on you for just a moment too long to be accidental. “And your partners are fine with you girls going out for multiple days?” Again, his gaze is fixed on the bride, who gives off group leader vibes right now. And that’s when a mischievous grin forms on a few faces and suddenly all of them look at you.

“Some of us didn’t need to talk to anyone about leaving for a few days,” your best friend says, giving the man incentive to flirt with you rather than her. You dart her a disapproving look, but now the handsome stranger fixates his attention to you. So much so that he actually switches his place to be closer to you.

“Nice friends you got there, huh? I’m Frankie,” he takes a sip of his drink. His smile sure is contagious, having you practically beaming at him when you state your name.

“They are the best. I was the first to start the ‘single forever’ jokes, I don’t mind the teasing,” you explain and take a sip of your cocktail. “What about you? You’re at the beach all by yourself.” He chuckles, a deep rumble that you can barely pick up audibly, but you feel the vibrations.

“Waiting for my next victim, possibly.” You furrow your brows the same moment when he lifts his hands apologetically. “Sorry, it’s a joke. I live in the area and I just enjoy being here, especially around sunset. Maybe it’s a little rude of me to just approach a group of women clearly enjoying their time but I couldn’t help it.” His index circles the rim of his drink. It almost seems like he is in deep thought, or perhaps just nervous?

You smile. Part of you wants to think he is nervous because of you. His interest in you is obvious. “How long have you been single?”

“It’s been a while. I mean, I sometimes miss it, but … I enjoy not having to justify anything. I’m independent and I guess that’s what’s off-putting to so many men in the first place.” You shrug, it’s not like you miss your ex or anything. Sometimes it’s lonelier, yes, but, over all? You’re happy.

“Sounds more like you’ve met the wrong men. If you ask me, that is.” Frankie takes another sip and mirrors your shrug. As much as you don’t want to agree, it does sound like he’s on to something there.

“You’re probably right,” you finally confess with a sigh. Your friends never complain about their partners either, so maybe you’re just unlucky with your choice of men.

“The sun is setting,” the bride interferes, just as you're about to ask Frankie if he'd be the right kind of man. You shoot him an apologetic look as the girls detach from the bar to head down to the shore. He smiles back at you and nods. You feel his gaze linger on you once again as you tread towards where the waves softly caress the light sand rhythmically. The setting sun paints the sky in the most beautiful shades of pink and orange and shifts to purple where it reflects on the water. It really feels like you’re in paradise, an otherworldly escape to mark the beginning of a new chapter in your friend’s life.

“Thank you for taking us here,” you start, resting one hand on her shoulder. The others join in until all of you are intertwined.

“Of course,” she replies. ”All of you have been in my life for years. I wanted to make sure you know that I appreciate it. And I love y'all. So much. I know times were tough sometimes, and they might be when I turn into bridezilla,” she laughs, “but I know you'll always be there for me. All of you are my best friends and the best bridesmaids I could ever wish for.” A quiet sob escapes her lips as the whole group envelops her in a big hug. You exchange ‘I love you's and stay like this for a good minute.

As the sun draws closer to the horizon, the saturation of the scenery changes drastically. You never thought you’d see a sunset like this ever, but here you are.

“All that’s left is for our nun to find a man now,” Bestie intercepts, poking your side with her index. With your middle finger raised, you stick your tongue out towards her. “Frankie looked interested,” she adds. Of course she eavesdropped on your little conversation. Despite what you had told yourself before this trip, you can’t help it – you think about his soft smile, how his cheeks show a little shadow where dimples form.

Your gaze scans over the horizon. Birds fly high in the sky and far in the distance are little spots moving on the water. You assume these to be boats, maybe even yachts, when a noise draws closer. At first it is low, almost like a mosquito whirr, just deeper, but as it gets louder you can identify it as an engine. A white jet ski appears in your peripheral. “Well, speak of the devil,” you hum as you recognize that same navy blue cap.

“The beach is so large and yet you decide to come back and interrupt us once again,” you roll your eyes at him, a sheepish smile plastered on his face. How could anyone be mad at him? Somehow, he is like personified sunshine. Just… making you smile even if you didn’t want to.

“I’m really sorry. But I have my reasons. No one this pretty should shed tears on one of the most beautiful beaches on this planet. It destroys the magic.” He grins as he dismounts from the jet ski. With an outstretched hand, he offers the girls to take little spins.

No one accepts the offer at first. That is until your best friend sits on the machine and draws small circles on the water, revving the engine whenever the back of the jet ski is pointed away from the group. The water that gets kicked up paints a rainbow against the colorful sky. Frankie stands beside you, taking the sight in just like you are.

“Looks fun, huh?” he leans over and asks. You nod, but don’t turn your head away from the water.

“It does.”

“You should try it.”

“I can’t. I’m … I’ve never been on one.”

“It’s not that hard. Wouldn’t say like riding a bike but you’ll get used to it quickly.” Now you turn your head and watch him bite his lower lip, practically gnawing on it until he realizes you’re looking at him. “If you want to, you can hop on while I drive you around.”

Originally you want to decline the offer, but you’ve never been one to make the best choices. “Alright. But don’t rev the engine like that. I will jump off,” you finally say with a nod towards your best friend, who has the time of her life. Something in the pit of your stomach warns you to be careful, but those warm, deep brown puppy eyes make you forget any walls you had put up.

It's your turn and despite his offer, you sit in front. Frankie has no issue practically welding himself to your back to be able to touch the handlebar. The girls cheer from the shore as the engine starts and you slowly glide over the water. Maybe you should worry about not wearing a life jacket, but then again, you are in shallow water.

Right?

You're distracted by the sensation of him pressing into you, your back melting into his chest. The water is nice and just the right temperature, not too cold on your skin whenever a few drops land there after a turn. “See, it's not that bad,” Frankie hums from behind you, taking one of his hands from the handle to glide over your thigh. A shiver goes down your spine and you inhale audibly.

As you turn back, a grin is plastered on his lips. You mirror the expression. “You were right. Not bad at all.” Your gaze lingers on his lips. He's so close, all you'd have to do is lean in and…

“You want to go a little faster?” he asks, interrupting the mental image that had just formed in your mind. Soft lips on yours, his scruff scratching your skin gently. Burying your fingers in his hair. Fuck. Part of you wants to go all the way with him.

With a nod you give him permission, holding onto the handle as well, just to make sure you won't fall off. Frankie shows you how to steer and accelerate, allowing you to try for yourself. His arms wrap around you while you take a few turns. It might be your mind playing tricks on you but you're almost certain he is grinding into you. Plus, you can't deny that you enjoy the sensation.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” he whispers in your ear and leans down, placing a kiss on your shoulder. A little groan escapes him as he once again rolls his hips against your butt.

“Frankie,” you hiss, but as one of his palms brushes over your thigh again, you turn silent.

“Let's get out of the water, huh?” The purr in his words drives you mad, an ache forms in your core.

Fueled by your reaction, Frankie continues to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. Completely distracted by the sensation of his lips on your skin, you don’t pay much attention to where you are going.

It is, in fact, your friends’ voices calling your name that pull you back to reality, barely louder than a whisper over the roar of the engine underneath you. You turn your head, the shore behind you is so far away you can barely make out your friends in the distance. Not only that, the distance is increasing. You face Frankie as best as you can without completely letting go of the handle.

“Frankie, what the actual fuck? This isn’t funny!” you scream at him. A normal conversation was off the table the moment he decided to take you out on the open ocean. The jet ski slows, the engine’s roar dying down to a low hum as you glide over the water with the leftover momentum.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. His eyes avoid your death-stare, but as you try and dismount from the machine, he wraps both arms around your torso, effectively locking you into place. “Hey, relax. If you jump off you’re out in the open. Shore’s too far away for you to swim. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“That’s very comforting while you’re pressing me into your chest.” You try to push away from him, to no avail. “Just take me back. Please.”

“Can I show you something first?”

Part of you wants to spit a ‘Fuck no’ into his stupid, pretty face but it’s like you’ve suddenly forgotten how to say no. Something in the softness of his gaze convinces you to at least try. If he wanted to hurt you, he would just do it, right?

Right?

“You better make this worth the almost-heart attack I just had,�� you finally grumble, your face turned forward. He places more kisses on your neck as the journey continues.

A short travel later, you end up on another beach. The sand looks cleaner than the beach next to the bar, and it is suspiciously quiet. The sun has set, only the orange tint on the horizon remains. Frankie is not even an after thought as you walk over the beach towards the forest that presumably separates you from civilization.

There, in the shade of large palm trees, you find a small hut. Fairy lights are attached to the roof, giving off soft, colorful light, inviting you to come closer. The door is open, so you set one foot inside. “Hello?” you call out and wait for an answer. Carefully you walk inside further and look around.

The inside is dimly lit, warm yellow lightbulbs create an overly cozy atmosphere. The hut barely has more than a bed, a small bathroom and a tiny cooking corner. It shows no signs of any recent tenants, the bed looks freshly made, though. You see no phone to maybe figure out how to get back.

You’ve wasted all your time being in awe of the little getaway house, as now Frankie appears in the doorway again. “I’m sorry for scaring you,” he apologizes. You scoff and cross your arms in front of your chest. That’s not enough. You shake your head. “You’ve abducted me, Frankie. What the actual fuck, are you going to murder me now?”

Frankie tries to come closer, but you take a step back. He looks heartbroken at the realization that you are, in fact, scared of him. A little.

“I don’t want to do anything,” he again pleads. A hand reaches out to you, touches your arm and you let it happen. “I will not hurt you. I might be an idiot but I’m not an asshole. I wanted to be alone with you and thought the jet ski would impress you.”

“And what an idiot you are. A normal person would just ask to be alone with someone, not kidnap them.” And he knows you’re right. Although the jet ski left an impression. It’s hard to deny that.

“Would you have abandoned your friends for a stranger?”

“Well, you’ll never find out.”

He sighs in defeat. You let your guard down, even as he draws in closer until you’re standing chest to chest. Slowly you start to believe him not wanting to hurt you. “Do you want me to take you back?” he asks. His eyes are darting between your eyes and your lips. Your heart rate picks up. The sensation of his lips on your skin still drives you wild.

“Yes, please.” You look up to him, into the chocolatey brown eyes of his. His lips curl up into a smile as a thought seems to materialize.

“What?”

“It’s such a shame.”

“What is?”

Now both of his hands are on your arms, the top of his fingers barely graze over your skin and cause goosebumps to form. “You have such beautiful eyes. It is a shame that all they’re full of right now is the anger you feel for me. It’s a shame that your soft and warm skin is covered in goosebumps due to my touch. And the biggest shame of all is that your lips quiver with rage when all I want to do is kiss them to show you how sorry I am.”

That hits you like lightning.

Your eyes widen but before you can properly react to anything he said, you feel the same soft lips you had felt on your neck, now on your own lips. He’s soft and careful at first, but as soon as your arms wrap around him, any regards are thrown out the window. A soft, breathy moan escapes your lips as he pulls you in closer, allowing you to feel the muscles underneath his shirt.

“Allow me to make it up to you, beautiful,” he purrs against your lips. How could anyone resist?

How can you?

Instead of an answer, you catch his lips once again. Frankie takes that as a clear yes and pushes you into the wall behind you. Now that you're pinned, he lifts one of your legs by the knee. The kisses turn more heated as he grinds his pelvis into yours.

The softest little curses escape his lips whenever they let go of yours. He's rock hard when he grinds against you. Fuck. The feeling drives you insane, even though you're still separated by various layers of fabric. Your body may not show it externally, but you feel the heat traveling to your core. Every little whine and moan that echoes in your ears makes your muscles contract, practically screaming for relief. It would pull you to your knees if you weren't pinned to the wall.

Does he know what he does to you? How badly you suddenly crave him?

Something sparkles in his eyes as they meet yours. His pupils are blown out, nothing more than pure darkness. And still there is this sparkle.

Some time later you find yourself on the bed. The mattress is so soft it practically envelops you in a hug, as if you are embedded in a cloud. Your dress and bikini have long been discarded when Frankie kissed nearly every inch of the skin he exposed. Right now you should feel vulnerable, naked in a stranger's bed, but you don't.

Perhaps you're incapable to see the situation for what it could have been, because the same man that took you here is currently deeply immersed in between your legs. How can you think straight when his grip is unmoving around your hips and he drinks you up like a man close to death from dehydration. The moans that vibrate against your core send shivers through your entire body. He ravishes in the sweetness of you, undeniably turned on by the noises he elicits from you.

One thing bothers you, though. When you look down, hoping to meet his eyes, all you see is the visor of his cap. It is downright rude of him to obstruct your view like this. As you reach out to take the cap off of him, he protests with a low growl and pulls away. Again, the vibrations of his voice on your skin make you writhe, but he holds you where you are. “Frankie,” you whine. With a sigh he adjusts the cap so you can see his face, smiling at you softly. His skin glistens in the low, warm light. Without breaking eye contact, he dives back in, but this time a finger joins in in hopes to coax more noises out of you. He cocks an eyebrow when you moan softly. His eyes are completely dark with lust when he dares to try a second finger.

It is too much.

Your head falls back and your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you feel pleasure take over and you revel in pure ecstasy. There’s only one word on your tongue, his name over and over, like a prayer. You ride out the waves of your high as best as you can, but Frankie continues to touch you, feel you, taste you, and it is too much to handle. Before you can feel another orgasm build up, you grab hold of the arm that still pins you to the bed.

“Frankie, please. That’s enough,” you plead with him. You look down to see him watching you intently. With one last kiss to your inner thigh, he lets go of you and crawls upward until he’s eye to eye. Half of his face sparkles, but now that little spark in his eyes is missing and the warmth has returned. The cap gets pulled down into its correct position and he plants soft kisses on your cheek.

“If you want me to do something else, you’ll have to tell me.” He continues to pepper kisses all over your face. He lowers his body onto yours, allowing you to feel his weight and also how painfully hard he still is, turned on by your pleasure. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he purrs into your ear.

“Fuck, Frankie, fuck me,” you gasp.

And fuck you he does. Hours upon hours you two are one. Sometimes it’s you on top, but most of the time he hovers over you, relentlessly snapping into you while his lips capture yours. He whispers the filthiest things into your ears to drive you mad. “You feel so fucking good.” “You’re all mine.” “Just look at how beautiful you are when I fuck you.” “You’re so gorgeous when you cum, fuck.”

When he is finally done, the sun is about to rise. The sky is changing colors once again when he plops down on the bed beside you. Both of you are spent, out of breath and sweaty, but nonetheless he pulls you into his chest and places soft kisses on your forehead. “Fuck,” he whispers and you can’t help it, you chuckle. “Would you have come with me if I asked you?” he wonders. As if that is of any importance now.

“I don’t know,” you reply and kiss his jaw, specifically the little patch that looks like a heart. “All I know is that you won’t have to abduct me next time.”

Gently, he catches your lips with his and kisses you again. “Next time?” There is hope in his voice and his eyes once again remind you of a puppy all of a sudden.

“Stop pretending you don’t know that I enjoyed that,” you reply. Now it’s you who kisses him and places one hand on the back of his head.

“Me too,” he whispers in return.

“Where even are we?” you ask and turn around to look outside of the little hut, press your back and butt into him. The beach is close by and besides you and Frankie there was no sign of life all night long. “Doesn’t have a name… yet,” he says with a shrug. So this is his island but it doesn’t have a name?

“It doesn’t have a name? Why not?”

“Haven’t found one I liked.” Kisses are planted along your shoulder and neck. “Your name would be quite fitting, I think,” he adds. Either it’s the kisses or the night you two shared, but you like the idea.

“Can’t deny that it sounded good when you said it over and over again.” Now you shrug and turn your head to look at him again.

“Guess it’s official then,” he finally says with a wink.

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seramilla · 10 months ago

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Days before chaggie wedding and Vaggie is terrified, wondering if she deserves all of this

Vaggie stands before the full-length mirror in Charlie's room at the rebuilt hotel. It's not as big or fancy as the one she'd used at the bridal gallery all those weeks prior, but it gives her a good full-body view of the wedding gown she'd ordered. It had been delivered via courier earlier that day. The one she'd tried on in the gallery had been a little big on her, especially in the bust and height departments.

This one, however, had been specifically tailored to her measurements. She twirls, looking at the way the bright crimson of the skirt sways and flows following her movements. The delicate black bodice feels much more flexible and comfortable than she'd thought it would. Every aspect of the dress accentuates her every curve and feature superbly. She couldn't have asked for a better fit for her big day.

Why, then, does her heart race with unexplainable fear and dread every time she looks at herself? She's just stood there in front of the mirror for a good 30 minutes, observing and over-analyzing her reflection, as if trying to find some flaw in the design. But she can't. Everything about it is perfect. So why? What is there to be afraid of? Why is her heart currently a jackhammer in her chest?

She hears a knock at the door. Short and brusque, like a long-lost friend is paying her a quick visit. She yells out "Yeah?" to whoever is knocking. When Charlie responds, "It's me, Vaggie! You okay in there? It's almost time for dinner!" Vaggie flails her arms in the air, panicky and flighty, as she rushes toward the door before Charlie can open it.

"Don't come in!" Vaggie shouts, nearly tripping over her train as she scrambles toward the door, throwing her body against the hard wood surface, as if that could possibly keep Charlie out if she really wanted in. "I'm trying on the dress! The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding, remember?!"

Vaggie can hear Charlie giggling from the other side. "I'm not really the groom, though. Even though I guess I will be wearing a tux."

"I just..." Vaggie searches her brain for a reasonable answer to justify her discretion. "I want it...to be a surprise! Yeah! It'll be more special that way!"

She can practically hear Charlie beaming through the door. "I guess...are you sure you don't want to show me, though? Just a peek? I am a little overeager to see you in it. I'm sorry if that's weird."

Vaggie smiles. It's just like Charlie to see any normal act of romance as some sort of rebellion or something. "I don't really buy into the superstitious aspect of it...I just...I do think it would be more special if we waited, you know?"

"Fair enough," Charlie responds, though Vaggie can still hear the obvious disappointment in her voice, even through the barrier of the door. "Are you sure you're okay, though? You've been in there an awfully long time. Does it fit okay?"

Vaggie looks down at herself, without the superimposed image from the mirror. She's looking at herself; her real self. Honestly, everything is about as perfect as it gets. She might need to have the skirt taken up a little bit, so she doesn't almost trip over it again. She thinks there's a short joke hidden in there somewhere...but otherwise, the garment couldn't be more ideal if she'd conjured it up straight from her own imagination.

"I might have some adjustments made on the skirt," she tells Charlie. "But I don't think it's a big deal."

"That's wonderful!" Vaggie can practically hear Charlie's clapping hands through the door. "I'm so excited, Vaggie! I can't believe in just a few days you're going to be my wife! And I'm going to be yours! It's such a strange feeling! But I'm happy!"

"Me too, hon! You go on back downstairs, yeah? I'll catch up in a minute."

"Sounds good, baby!" All disappointment has left Charlie's voice at not being able to see the dress at this point. She sounds like she's gotten all the pep back in her step, and she shouts a final "I love you!" before heading back down for dinner with the others.

Vaggie sighs. She turns her back to the thick wooden door, and slides down its cold, hard surface, until she's on the floor with her skirt bunched up comically all around her. She crosses her arms over her knees, and leans forward, her head falling into the space between her arms.

How can she possibly tell Charlie what's on her mind now? Her girlfriend had been so enthusiastic about their big day. So excited! How can she possibly ruin all that, by voicing all the fears and worry that have been coursing through her brain like a virus? How the closer the wedding gets, the more scared she's becoming?

The nightmares are back. Roaring back into her consciousness in full force while she's asleep. Sometimes she and Charlie are standing at the altar, and Charlie is about to say, "I do!" But then Adam or Lute, or sometimes even herself, will fly into the chapel, dressed in Exterminator garb, and throw Charlie off the side of that building again. Reminiscent of that time when her dad, not Vaggie, had to catch her from the crumbling hotel.

She hadn't been there to save Charlie. Honestly, she hadn't even been able to save herself. She'd ended up in the hospital for several days, and then Carmilla...

None of that is what she's really worried about, though. All it boils down to is that she's marrying the future queen of Hell. Her, a lowly Exterminator. No, not even that. A cast-out Exterminator, who hadn't even been good enough to do her job correctly. She's going to be the queen-consort for the most powerful person in Hell someday. That fact alone makes her question her self-worth...makes her weak in the knees. Makes her feel like crying.

She's not worth it. She doesn't deserve all this luxury. All this pomp and circumstance. All this importance. Charlie doesn't know who she's tying herself down to. What if their marriage ends up like Lucifer's? What if it's fun for a while, but when the honeymoon phase is over, and she sees Vaggie for who she really is. What if Charlie leaves her like Lilith left Lucifer?

Vaggie buries her head in her knees. She tries not to cry. Tries not to get her salty tears on the dress, but she's only mildly successful. The wedding is in a few days. All of Hell will be in attendance, and maybe even some of Heaven.

And she's never felt so lacking in confidence as she does right now. She doesn't know what to do. Or who to call.

Or maybe she does. Hadn't she...been married before?

Vaggie decides what she needs is perspective. That's what mothers are best at, right? She can't believe she's about to do this. But if not her, then who? If not now, when? The wedding is in a matter of days, damn it! There's not enough time left to question her life choices.

Vaggie picks up her phone, and dials Carmilla's number. She waits patiently for the phone to finish ringing, and when Carmilla doesn't pick up, she leaves a voicemail. Carmilla always gets back to her within 10 minutes, these days. So she waits, still on the floor at the foot of the door, head in her arms. Waiting for a call from her mother to provide a little much-needed perspective.

That still sounds so weird to say.

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luvinescent · 1 year ago

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Mismatched Hearts

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Robb have been friends since childhood; the two harboring feelings for one another without the others’ knowledge. When Robb’s mother makes the choice to meddle in his love life by constructing an engagement between the two—Robb is left with guilt at the belief that he has trapped her in an unwanted marriage with him because of his status. Neither one choosing to confess their feelings or address the situation; they do more harm than good towards their friendship and future marriage.

Warnings: uuuh idk none ig fluff + angst

Word count: 3643

Part 1/2

Small and delicate, innocent, and almost ignorant of its surroundings. It stood there, soaking up the little warmth that the small sunbeams the late morning had provided the woods. It stood up on its hind legs, rubbing its face with its white paws. The wee creature was oblivious to the flimsy and slow steps that were approaching from behind. The figure made sure to stay hidden, concentrating on the task at hand. Raising their bow, they stood still with one eye closed as they pulled back the bowstring, walking one step closer and ready to let go—

A mixture of a gasp followed by a grunt had came instead as the girl found herself on the ground; having rolled her ankle funny. The arrow had been let go, but it had flown in the opposite direction and the loud commotion had alerted the creature and made it run away. The girl stood up to her knees, a pout present on her face as she had failed her task. ”Nooooooo,” she extended her frustration, already gearing up to roll her eyes as she heard the laugh she knew very well coming from behind.

“I may be wrong my lady, but I believe you were supposed to shoot the arrow towards the rabbit. Not trip and startle it”. Robb could not contain his laughter at the sight of his long-time best friend still moping on the ground. Huffing, she rose up to her full height, giving him a death stare “I almost had it!” she justified “My foot was the problem this time!”, now referring to her other failed attempts.

Robb smiled, showing off his perfect teeth as he took the bow from Y/N. Surveying it, he turned his back to her and headed in the direction that would lead them back to the courtyard. “I will admit, you have improved. Who knows, maybe your next target can be a wild boar” he teased the girl.

Jogging up, she playfully slapped him on his back “Don’t be mean”. Standing in front of him now, she returns the equal amount of mockery “You haven’t even killed a boar yet”. Rubbing the area she had slapped, Robb pinches Y/N nose—a playful habit he has kept with her since their childhood, “But I have shot many rabbits. And birds. And deers. Would you like a list of my numbers in comparison to your zero?”. Rolling her eyes, she pretended to look away from him in anger, but she couldn’t stop the smile that crept on her face. Robb stood silently, watching her with awe as she stood under some sunlight. Unbeknownst to her, but visible to him, it illuminated her features clearly; to Robb, she was truly a beautiful woman now and no longer the little girl he had grown up with.

Y/N was taken by surprise (and even Robb was stunned at his actions) when she felt him place his hand upon her face to force her to look back at him. He spoke with a gentle voice, “I only joke. You have improved greatly in the short amount since you picked up that bow”. It was only recently that Y/N had finally convinced her parents to allow her to practice archery. They did not see it as something a lady needed to be doing, but she had been begging for years and they grew tired of it and caved in. Robb was the first person she went to ask for lessons, and Robb was also the first person who had gifted her first bow. Y/N looked up at him, staring into his eyes that she loved very much. But she was never good when it came to her own feelings. And she was never good when it came to moments like this. Looking away quickly and pushing his hand away, she hid her demeanor behind a smirk “You are growing soft on me now, are you Stark?’.

Shaking his head, he laughed as he followed her trudge back to the courtyard, “No, my lady. Not growing. I’ve always had a soft spot for you”.

Loud howling can be heard throughout the courtyard. Many of the servants and Winterfell folks turned in the direction of who was responsible for such attention, but not Jon Snow. From his peripheral vision, he could see Robb and Y/N clearly racing one another, laughing at something said by either one. Finally looking up, he was met with the two-standing right in front of him, out of breath and grinning. “Jon!” Y/N exclaimed “You must settle this debate; cats are better than dogs, right?”. Jon raised an eyebrow, looking to Robb who seemed eager to hear what he had to say “…I don’t believe I have much say in such a matter my lady….”. Y/N lifted her arms in frustration, turning to Robb and poking his chest “You Starks just have a bias towards dogs because of your dire wolves”.

Jon and Robb both shared a chuckle. “I’d be careful with those words, my lady. Greywind or Ghost might hear your favoritism towards kitties and eat you whole in betrayal”, Jon jested. Y/N pulled a face at the thought of her furry friends doing such a thing, “Please. Those two adore me”. Jon looked up to Robb who was staring at you in some trance.

Someone else clearly adores you too, he thought to himself at the sight of his brother.

Sighing loudly, Y/N uttered with dismay “I guess dogs win this round”. Robb glanced between her and his brother, scratching at his neck as his voice trailed off “I guess cats are pretty cool….”. Both Y/N and Jon turned to look at Robb, one with content and the other with surprise.

“Really?” she asked gleefully.

“Really?” Jon asked judgingly.

Robb gave a glare towards his brother, changing his expression once he looked at Y/N “Yeah. Greywind is cool but I guess cats are cooler-“he cleared his throat, obvious to Jon but not Y/N that he was forcing those words out.

Smiling, she clapped her hands together “Welp, that settles it. Another debate that I won”. Turning to Robb, she placed her hand upon his forearm “I must head home now before my father goes crazy. I’ll see you tomorrow”. Walking away, she waved to the two, delivering a “Later Snow!” as her figure disappeared in the distance.

Jon stared at his brother with a look of disrelish, “Gods. You are one lovesick fool. She’s got you wrapped around her pretty finger”. Robb returned his comment with a shove, “Oh, shut it. I just find enjoyment in seeing her happy”. His brother raised an eyebrow at him, “That exactly what someone in love would say”. Robb shook his head and was getting ready to walk away when the next question asked caught him off guard,

“Why not tell her how you feel?”

Robb spun back to face Jon, a clear look of surprise on his face. “How I feel?”. Jon nodded, taking a step towards him, “Tell me brother, what is it exactly that you feel?”

Robb observed Jon closely, his questions processing in his mind. Robb wanted to keep his mouth shut, but some force had opened it up for him “She is my best friend. She is someone who I feel complete happiness with. I can be a room with hundreds of people and her eyes are the only ones I seek out. She’s a beauty that I can’t even explain-“

“Yeah, I think I get it now” Jon said raising a hand to stop Robbs rambling or else the two would probably be out there till night. “So, why not tell her?”

Robb let out a laugh, no humor present at all. “Because, like I said, she’s my best friend. I don’t know if she feels the same, and I don’t want to ruin the one thing that brings bliss into my life”. Jon gawked at his brothers words; he must be stupid and blind to not see Y/N obvious return of feelings. “Robb,” he started with “she likes yo—the girl loves you equally. Just tell he-“.

Jon was taken off guard by the shove he received by his brother, “Don’t pity me and don’t feed me delusional lies”. With that, Robb walked away towards the innermost part of the castle. Jon grumbled in frustration, chasing after his brother who was in clear turmoil, “Robb! Robb! Wait up!”.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, Lady Catelyn had came down in search of Robb. While she did find Robb and her husbands bastard son, she also had found herself with new information regarding her son. Frowning at her sons’ troubles, she had a sense of mother-mode turned on within her. She stood still, wanting to help her son but not knowing how.

It was then that a solution came to her.

Smiling, she turned to one of her trusted lady servants and gave order, “Send message to House Y/L/N. Tell them that I have some important matters to discuss”. The servant scurried away with her orders and Lady Catelyn felt a sense of pride develop within her. Robb was going to be overjoyed with the news she would deliver to him soon.

Catelyn had ushered in her son into his father’s solar. Now standing in front of both his parents, Robb was confused about the urgency until his mother had spoken up and spilled everything. Catelyn expected Robb to be ecstatic and celebrate at the news, but was clearly taken back at the anger that fell upon his face.

“You did what?!”

Eddard was equally and even more taken back by the outburst. Confusion overtook his mind as he turned to his wife, “This feels as though he was not informed on any of this. I thought you said the boy was aware of the plans?”. Robb spoke up before his mother could answer his question “This is the first time I am hearing about an engagement; especially my own. What gave you the idea to make such a decision without my sentiment on the matter?!”

Catelyn raised both hands in the air, one towards her husband and towards her son as she tried to clear Eddards confusion and Robbs furry. “Calm down! You do not speak to me in such a way!” she pointed a finger, “No, he did not know. This was supposed to be a surprise—a good surprise! I thought you’d be happy; you are to marry the girl you love”. Shaking his head, Robb gave his mother a look of shock, asking what she meant by her statement.

Clearing her throat and standing up straight, Catelyn looked off to the side sheepishly “I overheard your conversation with Snow. I thought that as your mother, I would lend a hand and help you get the girl”. Robb looked like he was ready to burst out in curses and Eddard saw to himself to finally step in as man of his household. “That is enough Robb”.

Giving his wife a side glance, he turned back to his first son , “I am sorry your mother went behind your back and did such a thing. I would have intervened quicker had I not been lied to about your knowledge on the matter. But you are at the age where you need to get married. What better match than with the girl that you and this family have known for years. Her father has already agreed to it-“

Robb interrupted his father’s deliverance and spoke loudly “Of course her father agreed! We’re Starks! He practically couldn’t say no in the first place!”.

Eddard gave his son a stern look that made Robb surrender and look away. “I said that is enough!”, Eddard declared harshly “You are to marry the Y/L/N girl and that is final!”. Robb marched out of the room in displeasure; the emotion not towards Y/N— that can never be a thing. He was angry at himself because now she is forced to wed him due to his status as future Lord of Winterfell. His friendship with her and his last name has essentially trapped her.

Simultaneously, a similar affair was taking place in the household of Y/L/N’s. Rising from her chair, Y/N expressed in distress “Marriage?!”. Both her mother and father looked at one another dumbfounded. Surveying her daughter, Lady Y/L/N raised her glass of wine to her mouth, “Darling, I figured that you knew something like this would come. Your brother and sister were of your age when they got married”. Shaking her head vigorously, Y/N was quick to defend herself “Yes, but they knew their partners beforehand! They were not thrown of news of an established engagement to someone they did not know of on a random morning!”. Her father poured himself another glass of wine as he gave his daughter a bemused look, “Who says you don’t already know them? From what I understand, you and that Stark boy have been friends since you stood up to my knee in height”.

Y/N groaned in annoyance “That’s not the point! How could you agree-“, cutting herself off, she whipped her head towards her parents so fast it gave her whiplash. She ignored the pain as her heart swelled up in nerves instead, “…. Stark? Did you say Stark?”. Nodding his head, her father answered her question “Yes. The Stark boy—Ed’s eldest son, Robb. I believe he’d make a fine husband for you” cocking his eyebrow, he continued “His mother gave the proposal at just the perfect time. Your mother and I were just about set on making arrangements between you and one of Lord Frey’s sons”.

Y/N was quick to take note of her possible alterative future and was irked at the thought of her parents sending her off to the Riverlands. But she had more consuming thoughts in her mind at the time. Sitting back down in her chair shrinkingly, she looked up at both her parents “… And you are sure it is Robb I am betrothed to?”

Her mother gave her a funny look and nodded her head slowly “Yes?... Unless you had another Stark boy in mind? The only two other sons I can think of aren’t even close to your age, but maybe we can try to settle an agree-“. Y/N was quick to cut her mother off, horrified and blushing deeply “No! Robb is who I want—I mean, not “want” in a literal sense. I mean, he is a good husband candidate. He comes from a good family, and he is kind, handsome, funny…”. Y/N trailed off her words as she realized she wasn’t doing a good job at acting nonchalant. Her mother grinned, taking her daughters hand in her own and chuckling softly “I take it that you fancy both the betrothal and Robb as well?”. Y/N looked away, turning her eyes downward towards the ground, not answering her mother and blushing even more.

Her father’s laughter broke the silence in the room, “Would you look at that Y/M/N? The girls gone as quiet as a mouse and as red as a tomato!”. Y/N face burnt up even more as her father continued laughing and her mother uttered something along the lines of “You were never good at hiding your feelings” and “It was obvious to everyone since you two were young”. Standing up sharply, Y/N treaded out the room hastily. Her stomach was in shambles at the idea of her now taking on a new chapter in her life. She would soon gain the title of a wife and Lady of Winterfell. While it was nerve wrecking and frightening scenario; even she could not stop the smile that was forming on her face. She was to share her new life with Robb.

Three days later, Robb stood in the castle yard; along with him was Jon and Theon Greyjoy, ward of Eddard Stark. He was practicing his archery, completely silent and obviously deep in thought. Jon gave Theon a pointed look when he snickered at Robb’s dismay. The news of his betrothal to Lady Y/N had been shared and was now known by everyone in Winterfell, as well as other noble houses across Westeros. Theon was the first to speak up, “Trouble in paradise?” he chuckled to himself “You’re not even married yet and you’re already in martial distress”. Jon shoved Theon back as Robb whipped around, his weapon held tightly in his hands. “He’s just being an idiot,” his brother tried covering for Theon “calm down. Is everything truly okay Robb?”

Robb was about throw a crass remark when Theon let out a low whistle, “Would you look who it is. Your pretty bride to be is here”. And he was right because from a short distance was Y/N walking towards the trio, an obvious shy smile present on her face. Once stood in front of them, she greeted them individually. “Snow. Greyjoy.”, looking towards Robb, she cleared her throat and tried her best to hold her composure, “Robb”. The first two acknowledged her presence, while Robb stood still and gave no word as he stared. Theon, being the mischief maker he is, was quick to ignore the tension and address a certain matter, “Congratulations on your engagement, my lady. You must be so excited”. Jon cringed internally at the look Robb had given to Theon. Fortunately, Y/N had not seen the interaction and smiled bashfully at the question, “Yes, uh, thank you. It is still something I am trying to comprehend…”. Turning her attention to Robb, she fulfilled the reason of why she came over here in the first place. “Can I talk to you?”.

Robb did not have time to answer as Theon grabbed Snow by the neck, forcing him to walk a couple steps away, “Come on Snow. Let’s give these two lovebirds some space”.

Once the two were out of earshot, Y/N gazed up at Robb and softly spoke “Hi...”. Robb returned her greeting with a silent “Hey…”. Y/N clasped her hands together as she fumbled with her fingers, “So…we are to be married”. Robb did not say anything but simply nodded at her statement. Taking a deep breath, she carried on “It is a bit anxious making, is it not?”. Robb once again did not say a word, choosing to nod once more. Before he could open his mouth to voice his mind, Y/N gave a look of surprise. “Oh! I almost forgot”.

Unfolding a handkerchief that Robb took notice she had the entire time, Y/N raised it up with both hands to present to him. “I made you this”. Carefully, Robb took the cloth from her hands and was instantly filled with deep affection once he noticed the stitching. Y/N grinned proudly as he examined his gift, “It’s your house’s sigil. I must say, stitching a dire wolf was hard labor—I almost went mad and cried out in frustration multiple times”, she laughed earnestly, “But, I think I did a pretty good job. Do you not agree?”.

Waiting for a yes or no, Y/N was taken back by Robbs whisper of “...You didn’t have to”. She was quick to shake her head and correct him, “But I wanted to”, now nodding her head instead. Robb felt sick and angry at her words; words he believed were lies. He wished for such thoughts to go away, so that he could truly indulge in the warm-heartedness that was her and her gift. But insecurity had struck him.

She probably feels obligated to do such things. He thought to himself. My mother probably even asked her to do this.

Robb crumbled up the cloth and placed it back in Y/N hand, “No, you did not have to. I never asked you to do this and I don’t need it”. With that, he turned his back and stormed away. If Robb had stayed just a second longer, he would have noticed the heartbroken look that fell upon her face. Theon was quick to follow after the future lord of Winterfell, casting a quick glance at the down casted girl as he passed her. Jon walked up slowly towards her; afraid that she might just break down right there in the middle of the yard.

“Are you okay?”, he asks with genuine concern. Y/N cleared her face and put on a fake smile, “Uh, yeah. I am okay. Is there something going on with him?” she questioned. Robb has never spoken or acted that way towards her. Jon responded to her question with honesty, placing a hand upon her shoulder “He hasn’t been so happy these last few days. I believe the engagement is just a lot for him to take it”. While Jons reasoning did make sense, Y/N owns insecurities had started to form in her head.

If he hasn’t been happy since the engagement was announced, then he’s not happy with it all.

She cursed herself internally; how foolish of her to have thought of only her own fantasies coming true and not considering the other possibilities. Robb did not want to marry her.

Choking back tears, she nodded her head and looked away “Yeah. Yeah. You are probably right,” she said falsely. Holding up the handkerchief, she placed it into Jons hands, “You can have this. I don’t have much need for it”. Noticing the sigil, Jon winced slightly, “… I’m not a Stark-“

“Then burn it! I don’t care, just take it away from me!”. Y/N had finally broken down as tears started to fall from her eyes. She quickly turned away and scurried off as she tried not to bring any attention towards herself.

Jon could only stare in sorrow at his friends suffering and his brothers as well. He wished he could intervene somehow, but this was something that Robb and Y/N needed to work out on their own.

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higherhell · 12 days ago

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Status update here we gooo Officially back from my holiday in Ireland now...slowly trying to bounce back from exhaustion (that 9 hour flight + 2 hour flight took it out of me. plus overnight severe storms in the days following?? evil) and readjust to not being in the same space as my bro all the time (google how do I hug someone 3000+ miles away reddit) and it's always a bit of a mood drop coming back but could be worse. Looking forward to getting back to the grindstone on my game project, hopefully being a bit more active on here and such. I have some crafts I want to do lined up as well (guess who finally found a couple prayer/saint bracelets for cheap enough that I could justify the gamble to see if I could pop the images off the beads...my bandman prayer bracelet ambitions get ever closer to fruition...) More detailed rambling about the past two months under the cut, will delete later you know the drill

So my dear brother and a mutual friend came here in February and we went around doing tourist things as one does, seeing sights, hitting up cool thrift stores, mallgothing to fulfill childhood dreams.

(Meet me on the Big Chessboard if you want an asskicking)

I found this Hide Qposket in a secondhand shop and it felt miraculous, not the kind of thing I expect to find out here at all. On a second visit to the same shop later I found a tiny lowpoly Sephiroth which ended up accompanying me the rest of the trip. (We let him get run over at a Circle K gas station by accident later but it's okay you can barely see a difference. He took it like a champ.)

We also found out just in time that there was a David Lynch tribute Goth Prom going on and got to go which was fantastic!!

They were playing Twin Peaks episodes on TVs around the venue walls and I saw the Georgia coffee ads go by at one point. 10/10 experience.

[Now serious bit here, move ahead to the next brackets if you want to skip. drugs and alcohol CW]

Some of you may remember months ago there was some serious stuff going on with another person in my household struggling with addiction and the pressure leading to me being in increasingly bad shape for a while, and regrettably that situation reared its head again while my guests were here. On Valentines Day no less. (the last time things got that bad was Thanksgiving, what is it about holidays?? We don't even particularly celebrate those ones in my house.) Long story short, this time multiple windows ended up busted, there was fighting, he was trying to bust into the house and we were trying to stop him, he was threatening to burn it down, police got called again. Scary as hell. Deeply embarrassed and dismayed to have had something like that happen while I was meant to be hosting guests here but I don't know what I would've done without them either. Miraculously we did still manage to enjoy the remainder of their visit after that incident. (suppose it was good to have a distraction from what had happened) If anything like it happens again the consequences will be steep and I think he's actually committed to not letting it happen again this time. Hope so.

[Serious bit ends here]

So after February wrapped up I accompanied my bro on his way back to Ireland and spent March there with him. Got to check out the ruins of a castle and abbey, a beach, a cemetery, a cave, a wildlife park, see several plays (and participate in one by helping with props and cleanup) and eat a lot of great food.

Little Sephiroth at the Tesco was a big hit on twitter. I might have to make a dedicated post later of just cemetery pics because I took so many, it was gorgeous and huge.

Also learned to use chopsticks and play Hanafuda KoiKoi. Surely natural things to do on holiday to Ireland. Did all my daily drawing in a sketchbook since I didn't have PC access so now I feel like a fish out of water opening CSP back up. lol Due to the frankly absurd generosity of a friend I might actually end up going back again in the summer? I can't say I wouldn't like to. I miss it already. I feel like my health improves across the board while I'm over every time... idk what we're putting in the food back here in the US but my gut health improves tenfold in Ireland and then drops back the minute I return to American soil... OTL Plus I can actually easily walk places over there. Imagine that. I'm going to miss walking around the corner to a market and grabbing lunch with pocket change. Anyway...that's about it for now I suppose. I'll undoubtedly remember something I forgot later. Hope you all have been well in my absence and hope to have more art to share soon. <3

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Me to the group chat: Do you want a directors cut for Hero of Hyrule?

Chat: YES

So uh, okay, here you go.

Note this contains excerpts from the original fic which is horror I guess? It gets dark, it gets gory. You have been warned.

That being said I'm really pleased with how it turned out and so give it a look if you enjoy hurting the dowfall boys.

So this starts later than Hyrule’s, with Legend running into the room. He’s magic sensitive but in a different way to Hyrule. With Hyrule the off feeling is internal, with Legend he can sense it in the surroundings.

It’s familiar but only in an instinctual way until later when it clicks.

The pace is frantic, basically the whole fic. Sentences are short and choppy or have lots of commas when they’re longer.

Legend stumbles over raised stone, tripping and recovering and going faster. Searching for a cell, or a seal, or some power hungry villain, and Hyrule, Hyrule. Something is wrong. He hits stone again, taller this time, running straight into it. A block of some kind rather than a wall, and he scrambles to reach on top of it.

Hyrule, Hyrule is a recurring mantra, as is something being wrong as he can’t articulate what it is yet.

Skip had a comment while betaing about linking back to previous experience and expectations, there’s some of that in a few places. Also the altar is tall and I had to recalibrate what I saw in my head a couple of times lol.

Hyrule! Hyrule! He’s alive. See, see? He could survive that. He must have healed or it wasn’t so bad or there was a fairy or—

[]

“I think I’m dead,” Hyrule voices Legend’s worst fear.

Except he’s not! Clearly he’s not! He’s just confused or in shock because he’s here and talking and, “Wh—no. No. Hyrule, I’m holding your hand, you’re alive, stay with me, okay?”

He knows deep down he shouldn’t be alive and instead of celebrating that he is, he’s trying to justify it to himself.

“But the blood,” the boy whispers back, and Legend can’t see it but he can smell it, sweat and fear and the metallic reek of warm blood and carved flesh, like a butchered animal.

This is just me making it worse lol. Also the hunted animal motif with the downfall boys.

“What wakes?”

“I’m sorry,” the boy pulls away.

He cannot bear it.

I low-key love that little bit.

“Sorry for what?” his hands search desperately, trying to find Hyrule again, to know this isn’t some terrifying dream.

Dream motifs for Legend~

“You know it,” Hyrule says, so gently, so kindly, and a hand in the dark cups Legend’s cheek, sticky with blood, “You know it, don’t you? You saw that wound. Nothing could survive that.”

“You’re not a thing,” Legend objects to the wrong thing, but it’s the only thing he trusts to be true. Is this real? If he plays the song will he wake up? What has been lost? The dark magic lies over them, smothering, sickening. Hyrule cannot be dead, Hyrule could not have survived.

[]

He is a nightmare.

Dreams again. Because he knows there was something untrue about Hyrule surviving from the start.

The grip on Legend’s face tightens, digging in nails behind his jaw and he’s dragged forward against the altar as Hyrule jerks back.

Me with my hand on my jaw figuring out how tightly you could hold someone like that.

“No, No, you’re not dead, I’m touching you, you have a pulse—” he murmurs, blinking away tears as he shifts his fingers on Hyrule’s wrist to feel it better. He’s alive, he’s alive. There was, there was a fairy or something and he survived and—

Still frantic

And then just after this he gets his confirmation Hyrule had indeed died.

There’s tear tracks down his cheeks, outlining the contours of his bloody face with that death pale skin beneath.

I added tear tracks because I am mean. They weren’t in the original, but Hyrule couldn’t see them on himself.

Legend gives a choked whimper of loss, of despair. He died… he died afraid and alone. Legend failed the most important task he’s ever been given.

They ripped him open to die in the dark, they ripped him open and still his heart beats. They are gone, some fled, some dead by their swords, and a true Curse remains.

It—this not-Hyrule—looks pleased, puffing itself up at his horror.

So, this is all Legend POV, and you can tell who/what he thinks is in Hyrule by the pronoun he uses. ‘It’ is when he doesn’t know, ‘he’ for Hyrule, and ‘He’ (proper noun) for Ganon.

Also Skip, ‘where are they’? lol, so there’s a throwaway line saying they ran off.

So we’ve come from frantic to gutted.

“I—” Legend knows he’s right, he saved Warriors in the moment, an instinct to prevent the immediate death. Had they known, Wars would have chosen Hyrule, had he known… His eyes flick back to those twin tear stains, and some selfish, shameful little corner of his mind whispers he would have too.

He did not, and Hyrule is dead, and the world will never be right again. He will carry him forever with his other mistakes and failures and ghosts.

Nyastri while betaing ‘More guilt?’ Me ‘Okay, bet’

Also, contrast between the Wars part, Legend shoots straight to guilt and despair and ‘it’s happened again’

It looks at him with some fondly cruel expression, its grip still unyielding. A Monster. Dead eyes watch his as it keeps his chin up and reaches back inside Hyrule’s chest to the shattered bone and viscera and twitching organs within.

No, no, no, no—

He sobs in horror and it hushes him like a child, reaching forward to smear the gore over his face like a twisted, doting comfort, tracing his tears.

He’s shaking so badly.

“Smell it.”

Legend just sobs again and tries to twist out of that grip, to pull away, but the corpse’s grip is too strong, too tight. The pin pricks of his nails and the smear of flesh burn with that corrupt, rotting magic, he breathes it into his blood and flesh and bones, into his mind and soul. It will not let him go. He feels like that little rabbit boy again, with an adult’s too rough grip on him, walking him to his death. It watches him like a predator.

There’s a whole bunch of throwbacks to Legend’s early quests. Also dark magic being semi toxic/corruptive and what starts just as smothering in the atmosphere is not seeping into him. Also, also we are Keepin’ It Weird between the downfall boys.

Warriors takes a step closer to them, bringing up his sword ready to plunge it into Hyrule’s chest. Legend whimpers in spite of himself.

Don’t hurt Hyrule.

So it was interesting having just the dialogue and actions and then having to figure out the thought process, and this was one of the more interesting ones. What did that little whimper mean? Was it fear, despair, was he just making a noise?

And I thought it was him not wanting to see Hyrule hurt more. Hyrule being dead hasn’t internalised yet.

“Oh, were you trying to say something?” Hyrule-not-Hyrule asks in his best ‘visiting a Princess’ voice “Go on. You can do it.”

He manages a little shake of his head, he doesn’t dare open his mouth, not with the hand pressed so tightly against it. Not with the blood, there’s so much blood, he can’t breathe without smelling it. Settling in his lungs like the guilt and loss in his gut.

The smile Hyrule gives him sets the rabbit in him to freeze in fear. He should not have drawn its attention back to him.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” a voice that sounds like his playful, teasing little brother insists and it scoops more blood from its chest and rubs it into Legend’s face.

Its smile shows bloody teeth.

I love scary, chipper Hyrule. So condescending and infantasing. Hyrule is ‘dead’, but it’s Legend it’s breaking. There’s a line in King of Hyrule here about him thinking the blood around his mouth suits him which is so delightful.

Suddenly fingers are forcing their way past his lips, gripping his jaw and wedging between his teeth. They’re cold and dead in his mouth, firmly and confidently pressing his jaws open and tongue down. He tastes the blood on its hands, the magic in it claws and coils around his own.

He’s shaking, weak and panicked and terrified, and it crams the palmful of gore into his mouth, patting its fingers over his tongue before removing the other hand and forcing his mouth shut. He’s screaming behind his teeth, gagging and choking and he has to get it out, has to get it out. It’s all he can taste, all he can smell, Hyrule’s corpse is all he can see. The magic of it tears at him as it sinks in, burning like acid, carelessly picking away at his weave of his soul. Hyrule’s magic all twisted and shattered and broken so it cuts, and another, horribly, terrifyingly familiar.

So this is probably one of, if not the, last paragraph I wrote because it’s The Worst Thing that happens to Leggy. And then Skip told me (rightly) ‘make it worse’ so I did lol. Also a little further on Skip had the comment of ‘what’s holding him there aside from just grabbing him’ and all the dark magic stuff and its effect on Legend got dialled up. Hyrule’s full on manhandling him. This is such a quick scene in both Hyrule and Wars’ POVs, but it’s actually fairly long in Legend’s, being forced to swallow that was horrific.

We’re past the guilt phase and just into kind of paralysed and breaking.

“You have to,” Hyrule’s voice says with monstrous kindness, “You don’t want me to put more in there, do you?”

The Hyrule POV is ‘says kindly’ but ya know

It clamps his nose shut and he can’t breathe, can’t look away, he gags, then forces himself to swallow obediently, something hard scrapes all the way down. The toxic rot of it settling inside of him, seeping through him from the inside out.

Yeah, this is the worst in Legend’s POV for obvious reasons. Also Legend shaking, being able to look away, and can’t stop tasting blood recurs a lot. That’s what he’s noticing.

There’s spots in his vision and distantly he hears someone call it a monster, insist it’s not Hyrule.

Legend whines a high pitched, broken sound, terrified to open his mouth again.

Every version interprets this differently. For Hyrule it’s agreement, for Wars it’s grief, for Legend he’s just making noise, it’s just kind of ‘upset’.

“You can taste it, right? You can tell?”

He can. That familiar wrongness, the part of him that isn’t tranced like a pinned rabbit screams in the back of his mind.

This is when Legend places consciously who it is.

Hyrule, oh Hyrule.

We’re back to that. It’s all about Hyrule.

“He was being overly simplistic. It wasn’t a curse. It was a soul. But it’s gone now. It has woken.”

Legend jerks in its grip and it laughs at him, Hyrule’s joyful chime all twisted and stuttering.

This is when Legend actually starts to react the the knowledge and unfreeze.

“Yes, brave one,” it, He, croons at him, His grip unyielding “that’s what the ashes were for. Except I didn’t have enough of a body yet to really inhabit, so I borrowed this one. Oh, he bled so nicely for me. It was beautiful.”

Panic now, panic because he knows, he knows this magic, he knows those intonations spoken with Hyrule’s tongue.

He’s here, He’s here and He killed Hyrule, and He has him.

Ganon.

First instance of ‘He’ for Ganon. And an old, old nightmare manifesting.

“Didn’t even have to tie him down,” He says gleefully. “He only woke up once during the whole thing, and I guess he figured you’d left him for dead, because he just laid back down. Placid as a lamb, that one, in the end,” the corpse’s thumb strokes his cheek, “So easy, when he realised he couldn’t do anything to stop what had already been started…”

Rulie. Rulie. Was he scared? Did he die this afraid? He should have been there, he should have saved him, how could he let him die alone? He was supposed to be his big brother. They tore him open and let a monster crawl into his corpse.

Wars POV, he went to anger and ‘Hyrule wouldn’t take it lying down’ etc. Legend is just despair and guilt.

‘Tore him open’ recurs in a couple of different ways. This is my favourite.

Legend thrashes, tears at Hyrule’s (he’s dead, but they’re his, they’re his) wrists with his nails. Ganon will kill them all, he’ll lose them all. This is what he’s for, what he’s always been for. He’s supposed to fight Him. He can’t do it, he needs to get away.

So, when I write Legend I tend to have him believe he is necessary, he doesn’t have to like it but his reason for being, the only reason he was born at all, is because the hero was needed for Hyrule. Ganon is here? This is your purpose, get to the killing, Hero boy. He doesn’t consider the others for a moment. But he is so afraid and broken right now.

Also the stealing/violation of Ganon using Hyrule’s body

Abruptly He lets him go, that unyielding grip from his face and jaw vanishing in an instant as Ganon leaps from the altar and lands with a sickening crunch of bone. Legend drops like his strings have been cut and retches up blood and bile and everything else in his stomach. Then again, and again. He curls up on himself, shaking, he’s going to shake himself apart. His stomach twists and he gags again, he can still smell the blood, he can still taste the blood. He will never be free of it.

Finally gets to spew! Yay! More shaking.

He has to get up. His streaming eyes crack open.

The others are yelling, scared and desperate. The others!

lol, remember them? Legend doesn’t notice anything that’s not right in front of him for this whole thing. There’s a line where Wars tells Ganon to kill Legend, and Legend doesn’t notice it at all. He misses most of that conversation while throwing up.

Legend uncurls and staggers up on to his knees, spitting out blood and bile and gore, gagging and retching again, only to realise those dead eyes are back on him and He looks so pleased.

Legend freezes, a rabbit caught in a spotlight. He’s coming for him again, bearing those bloodstained teeth in delight.

Okay, dick move by Wars siccing him back on Legend though. I mean, it worked, but still!

It’s hurting him, it’s hurting Hyrule (Hyrule’s dead), it has to stop, he can’t let it keep hurting him. Defiling his corpse. Stop smiling at him like Rule. Stop laughing like that boy when he’s all torn to pieces.

The blade presses into his neck.

He has to, he has to—

Continuing on this being Legend’s purpose, and struggling to internalise Hyrule being dead. He hasn’t had time to process anything at all. Also, you’ve got one of the emotional turning points on this line.

It strokes his cheek and Hyrule’s face looks at him with such fondness. With that same otherworldly adoration and possessiveness he only catches glimpses of in rare moments when magic is thick in the air and the day is dying.

Everything Legend has ever loved, has loved him so much in return.

I maintain this, for better or worse, beings, especially powerful non-human ones, adore Legend.

The corpse’s hand cradles Legend’s cheek, just like Hyrule did on the worst nights, like he did after the worst hurts. Something in him breaks. In spite of himself he leans into it, it feels familiar. He doesn’t care. He misses Hyrule, he wants him back so badly.

Something kinda breaks. He’s not thinking about it, he just wants comfort and what does it matter if it’s false?

“See?” Warriors asks, and Legend closes his eyes as Hyrule snarls. A stupid, foolish thing, but just for a moment he can pretend, he can feel it’s his brother beside him still.

“I don’t think he’s really dead. You’re not acting like… you’re evil, sure, but Ganon has always been more concerned with taking over the world than with… destroying us personally,” Wars argues. White noise.

“I’m not—”

Hyrule, Hyrule, oh Hyrule…

Hyrule, Hyrule again, and he starts to believe he might actually be in there and it’s not just make believe.

“Or not destroying us,” Warriors says, “Look at the way you’re holding him.”

The fingers twitch against his cheek, he’s pulled a little closer.

“I don’t— I SHOULD KILL YOU.”

“But you won’t,” Legend rasps, opening his eyes.

Hyrule loves him.

Hyrule wouldn’t hurt him.

Hyrule would never let Ganon have him.

We’ll see how he feels after King part 3 but it’s what Legend believes in the moment.

“YOU CAN’T,” Hyrule roars, “HE IS MINE.”

Hyrule POV: ‘Hyrule’s body’ says this Legend POV: ‘Hyrule’ says it Warriors POV: ‘Ganon’ says it Contrast between their thoughts on it.

“There you are,” his Hyrule. That beautiful, bright, fae-kissed boy. He rests his hand on the one cupping his cheek.

Gotta keep it a little weird between the downfall boys. He’s pulling himself back together. Also I write out of order, so part of the editing was making sure the emotional progression was coherent lol.

He knows what he has to do, the very purpose for which he was born into this world.

Again, Legend and the point of his existence, saving Hyrule, killing Ganon.

He forces himself to his feet, tangling his fingers with Hyrule’s, head and jaw still aching from the creature’s hold, throat burning and stomach roiling. He can still feel the fingers on his tongue, the flesh caught in his teeth. He lifts his bloody, gore and tear stained face and raises his chin to the monster who hurt his Hyrule.

He will kill it as many times as it takes.

Welcome back to the fucking hero of Legend.

He doesn’t need to say the words, he never needed to say the words, the Triforce burns into your soul, picks it apart and unravels it to reflect what it finds there.

There's a bit of ‘they’re not so different’ contract between the overwhelming negative feeling dark magic before and the overwhelming Triforce now. It could absolutely destroy him, but Legend just surrenders to it. It’s familiar.

he wishes Hyrule would see, and those dead eyes turn to him.

Triforce grants this little desire too

Light overtakes him.

Hyrule’s outro fades to darkness, Legend’s fades to light.

Then everything fades.

The last line is the same in both.

Woo, that’s a lot of words. Hope you enjoy, this was a fun fic to write. I don’t usually go all out on the visceral-ness of it, but I had a blast. Thanks again @rebornofstars and @nyastri

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