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Prometheus Chapter 5

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 5 - What Now?

Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4.2k

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Chapter 4

You didn’t go to Quantico today. Not that anyone would notice your absence besides Prentiss and that was fine by you. Let her stew while you figure out what you want. A difficult task since you had no idea what that was without someone telling you what to do. You rarely had the lead on your mission purpose. You could tell Brian what happened to gain some professional advice but decided it is best to keep it to yourself. Think things through for a bit before reaching out. And you were glad that the section chief didn’t contact you.

Not that you were expecting it. Prentiss wasn’t one to make amends so quickly, especially when she felt she was in the right. You respected her motivations for team preservation, but the woman went about it completely wrong.

You were not kind, either. But she provoked you, wouldn’t budge, and too fucking proud to admit she was wrong. You didn’t regret anything you said to her and probably continue being a petulant ass if she contacted you.

So here you were at the Botanical Gardens, sipping coffee from a to go cup you bought at the café, and casually stroll around the exhibits. The fragrance that you greedily inhaled was intoxicatingly calming. There was barely a sound, too, since it was a weekday and you were happy to learn from the cashier that there were no school trips planned for today. For a short time, you can pretend to have the place to yourself as you round the long rectangular pool in one of the exhibits far from the entrance.

Natural light filtered through glass ceiling, illuminating large trees hugged by well-manicured flowers. Wooden benches were tucked between large potted plants, the same ones that were placed around the pool, though on opposite ends were long planters with bright pink flowers that easily caught your eye.

You pause roughly a foot away from the pool and close your eyes, listening to the gentle laps of water hitting the edges. You could almost forget about yesterday’s argument. Eyes still close, you bring the lip of the cup to your mouth and take a healthy swallow while slipping a hand into your jean pocket …

… and felt your phone buzz.

You enjoy pretending nothing was wrong for a moment longer before opening your eyes and pulling the phone free from your back pocket. Should you take bets as to who was messaging you?

To your surprise, it was Rebecca. Did she know what happened?

You take another sip and unlock your phone to read the message,

Wilson sent 1043: Hey! Drinks this weekend?

So, she didn’t know.

Interesting.

A pang of guilt made your stomach ache thinking how the falling out with Prentiss would affect her if you didn’t go back to working with the BAU. The AG went to bat for the two of you when she didn’t have to.

Bailey would love it if you backed out and could resume causing trouble for the team. You couldn’t have that, but you equally couldn’t have Prentiss treating you like shit. Why you didn’t want to make any hasty decisions until you distance yourself further from the time of the fight and figure out what you wanted.

Whitlock sent 1055: Sure. Let me know when and where. Tara going to be there too?

Wilson sent 1057: Yep. We want to hear how things are going.

You sigh and look up at the large leaves hanging over your head.

Whitlock sent 1100: Sounds like a plan

No need to drop any major bombshells until you know what was going on.

Wilson sent 1101: 😊 Great!

And you have a couple of days to figure it out.

Today should have been a good day for the BAU. Tyler Green was apprehended before he could use the kill kit, but it was a clusterfuck of a joint task force with Domestic Terrorism. The BAU had gone after Green and Rossi had refused to call JJ and Luke back when ordered, which pissed Bailey off. But the deputy director had a sniper in place that he failed to mention to them. So, they were all in the wrong and kept secrets from one another since the two divisions didn’t trust either side. Everything settled into place with no casualties, but the fallout was intense.

Bailey’s press conference announced to Sicarius that they were on to him and right after it was over, fired Rossi as unit chief. He then ordered Prentiss to install a new team leader that would report directly to him. So of course, she said fuck that and would work two jobs. He wouldn’t approve of anyone currently on the team, and she wouldn’t approve of anyone else since Bailey would immediately try and manipulate the new member against them.

Emily would always protect her team.

Then a few hours ago, the case grew interesting as the team deduced that Green was Garcia’s informant. He never had any intention of setting off the bomb, already neutralizing the kill kit. The disgraced army veteran was attempting to lure Sicarius out by infiltrating his network so he could kill him for murdering his sister.

One saving grace for Emily is that everyone was on high alert today that no one questioned where you were. She didn’t offer any insight, either. Not that she had any.

You didn’t show up for work and she received no contact from you, nor anything from Langley. Not like she was going to poke that hornet’s nest. Until the issue of you and the contract came up, Emily had real work to do.

Which was a ton of it. More files and paperwork had exponentially piled up on her desk in a matter of hours. The long hours at work were about to double.

“Hey, Emily.”

She looks up with a tired smile towards Rossi as he approaches her desk. “Dave.”

“What a day, huh?” He sits down, folding his hands across his stomach.

Emily partly snorts as she leans back in her chair. “That’s being kind.”

His lips slightly turn upwards to acknowledge the severity of the unspoken truth of the BAU leadership shake up, but he was here for another reason. “You know, I was hoping to speak to Whitlock today.”

“Oh?” she gave away nothing but polite curiosity as to why Dave was interested in you.

“Wanted to finish our conversation from yesterday, but she never came in.” He studies Emily intently.

She doesn’t look away and says nothing to confirm or deny what he said.

“Her desk is clean,” he supplies after motioning over his shoulder towards the couch. “No Diet Coke bottles.”

Emily wouldn’t have guessed your soda addiction would end up being the clue to your absence.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” he presses.

She licks her lips, tapping pen in hand lightly on the desk as she struggles on how to begin.

Rossi chuckles at seeing her inwardly battle on what to say. “Wow. That bad?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “It was.”

“What was the argument about?”

Her face scrunches up as she takes a deep breath before explaining. “Not trusting her.”

His brows raise with admonishment.

“Oh, don’t do that. I have every right not to,” she argues firmly.

“On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that there’s absolutely nothing substantial on record about her.” She shakes her head with contempt. “You know she had legal trouble?” Rossi shakes his head that he didn’t. “That’s how she knows Wilson. Helped her out of it.”

He fans his hands out unconvinced. “And?”

“She admitted her file’s sealed and she did nothing wrong. That she made the right call in the field.”

“Every member of the BAU has been in trouble at some point or another in similar circumstances. Legal and otherwise,” he says with the tone of a wise, patient, parent. “And we��re not aware of any significant reprimand, otherwise why retain a high rank in the CIA.”

“Yes, but I know all of you. I don’t know her.”

“Hotch didn’t know you when you joined. Yet here you are.” He gestures around Hotch’s former office. “Section Chief.”

She remains unconvinced, face hardened with mistrust.

“Come on, Emily. Even you were given the opportunity to prove yourself. Why can’t you afford the same arm length courtesy?”

That is the question, isn’t it? Why doesn’t she like you besides the overall mistrust. Again, there were a lot of similarities to your careers that she should have some sympathy towards you and your situation. But it’s difficult to shake your reasoning for helping Wilson with this immense favor of the BAU budget resolution.

“It’s the stipend. Or the amount of the stipend that unburied us,” she admits carefully.

“Ah.” He smiles. “Too good to be true?”

“Yes,” she nods. “And why does she even has that much to use? Whatever happened was big and I don’t want that drama effecting the BAU.”

“Wow. Emily, with all due respect, that’s very hypocritical of you after what happened wi-“

“Don’t you dare.” She swivels the chair to face him fully. “Don’t you dare compare what happened with Doyle with her.”

“Why? Because you have nothing to compare the drama with?” He scoffs as she nods in affirmation. “Why does it matter?”

“Because Bailey’s still breathing down my neck trying to disband the unit and is clearly finding new creative ways to do it since the budget is no longer an issue.” She rests her head against the high back chair, staring at the ceiling.

Dave stiffens in the chair. “Emily, what exactly happened with you and Whitlock?”

She pensively pulls her lips together as she closes her eyes. “I may have admitted … that I only cared about her because of the money.”

Rossi could not help the surprise look on his face. “Emily, no …”

She sighs and opens her eyes, a hint of regret etching into her words. “I was angry after she joked about being the BAU sugar mama. Everything after that went to shit.”

He was starting to get tired of Emily speaking around what actually happened between the two of you. “What exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I have no idea if Whitlock is still on board.” She raises her hand futilely at her office door. “She left, probably for good. Which means our contract with her is null and void.”

“And the money we were hoping for …”

“… doesn’t come,” she finishes soberly.

“And you didn’t think to contact her to see where she stands in all of this?”

“Oh, it did cross my mind,” she answers ruefully. “I just haven’t. And to be fair, the shit we dealt with today made it a low priority.”

Rossi wasn’t sure how being in exorbitant debt would be a low priority if the expectant help wasn’t coming. “And now?”

She finally shifts her gaze towards Rossi, lost. “I don’t know.”

“Sure, you do,” he chides as he stands up. “You just need to apologize.”

You were glad that the sports bar, Buddy’s, was still around to enjoy the football preseason despite the Bears not playing tonight. You were a true fan of your hometown team. Thick and thin, you bitched and cheered after every play during a Bears game, loyally critical. Perhaps you should be a tad loyal to the Commanders since you lived in the D.C. area when off mission, but you honestly didn’t care. You were happy to enjoy any game that was playing on the screens over the bar counter.

Right now, the Giants were playing the Patriots in a close game as you sat at the bar nursing a Stella on draft with a bowl of gumbo. Brian still didn’t know of your indecision, though you did end up feeling a twinge of guilt after watching the shitshow of a press conference Bailey held earlier today.

He was such a fucking tool, broadcasting that the FBI was on to Sicarius and taking full credit of capturing the unsub in Allaband Park. There was no way that the operation was a success without the BAU there and even you knew that Prentiss was just in the background to show that everyone was playing nice.

You briefly wonder if you could have helped the team, or more accurately, would have been allowed to help the team today if her majesty could get over her mistrust of you.

At least Brian had texted to check on you after hearing of Green’s capture.

Dad sent 1534: You ok?

Whitlock sent 1603: Yeah I’m good

Dad sent 1632: Glad to hear it.

You made sure to allow enough reasonable time before responding to make it look like you were busy after the capture, and to answer truthfully without being specific.

“Oh, come on!” You gesture at the screen when a defensive lineman wasn’t covered and sacked the Giants quarterback.

You didn’t really care who wins but you would always call out stupid plays, and that was one major fuck up. As the Giants took a time out, you went back to your gumbo and felt the counter vibrate twice, indicating a message was received. You had missed who it was from and go to unlock the screen …

… and drop your spoon in the bowl in shock.

Overlord sent 1932: I’d like to meet up and discuss last night.

Never did it cross your mind to think that you’d get a text from Emily fucking Prentiss.

You’re motionless as you stare at the screen, hands resting on either side of your meal and the phone as you consider the offer. Let alone that there was an offer so soon. You pinch your brows before you pick up the phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

You write out several replies to get the smartass comments out of your system.

Fuck off

New phone, who dis?

Make sure when you come the pole’s dislodged from your ass

Now you wanna talk?

Oh I’m so relieved that the queen wishes to make time for her lowly servant

Are you drunk?

Each one was deleted, and Emily was probably wondering why it was taking so long for you to respond if she saw you were constantly typing a reply.

And what was going to be your real one?

You swallow down several gulps of beer, decision made.

Whitlock sent 1946: Sure. Come to Buddy’s. Know where it is?

You were tired of Prentiss having the home field advantage and if she really was earnest in wanting to speak, she would come to you.

Overlord sent 1949: I do not

Must not be her scene and thinking back to her office, there was no sports stuff displayed there, unlike the glimpses of Cubs gear in Rossi’s office when you walked by.

Whitlock sent 1950: I sent you the location

Overlord sent 1952: Got it. See you in about an hour

You fought the urge to send, ‘It’s a date!’, and simply set your phone aside. You were proud of yourself for behaving and flag the bartender over, immediately handing her your Platinum American Express card. “Start a tab, will ya?”

The blonde bartender that had been working your side of the bar counter took it with a smile. It accentuated her stud piercing above her lip. “Sure thing, sweetie.”

“Oh! And do me a favor?” Your eyes were alight with mischief that made the woman pause. “When you see a grumpy looking woman dressed like a Fed walk in, bring her a glass of your best red.”

It took Emily ten minutes to find a parking space, not expecting a sports bar to be this busy on a Thursday night. At least the five minute walk was pleasant with the light breeze and night clear enough of cloud cover to enjoy the bright crescent moon hovering in the sky. It was off center, reminding her of the Chesire Cat’s grin. Which then reminds her of you and your antics.

Ugh. Please don’t be an ass tonight.

As she enters, she immediately spots you, recognizing the suede jacket of yours hanging over the back of the bar stool to your left. She guesses it is to save a spot for her. As she approaches, she takes in your relaxed appearance, causally watching the game and sipping at the glass of beer you cradle with a hand on the counter. You had your hair pulled back in a loose braid that rested against a black tee and wore jeans that were fraying at the end that covered the top of brown work boots.

Before she even had a chance to greet you, a glass of red wine appears on the counter next to you. She catches the bartender and you sharing a knowing look before she disappears to take care of someone else.

“Hey, Prentiss.” You turn to remove your jacket and place it back where it belongs behind you.

Emily shrugs her long coat off and hangs it over the back of the chair. You couldn’t help but notice how out of place she looks. It wasn’t the clothes, no. There were a lot of suits that end up relaxing at a sports bar - throwing back some beer and cocktails as they yell at the screens in joy or contempt. It was why the beer and cocktails menu were long and the wine list short. And it was why Prentiss got a basic cabernet sauvignon while you got many drafts on tap to choose much to your delight.

She sits beside you and gestures to the drink. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” Your face scrunches together in repentance. “Consider it an apology for basically calling you a functional alcoholic.”

You take a sip of your beer while watching highlights from the game. The Giants had won by a field goal.

Prentiss nods as she takes a sip from her glass. She makes a light face of approval at the taste of the wine. “Ironic offering this to the maybe functional alcoholic.”

“Touche.”

You both grow silent, Prentiss trying to recover from the peace offering she was drinking and the fact you apologized first. It was commendable to be the bigger person when Emily was in the wrong.

“Do you normally come to places like this?” she asks carefully, seeing where you two stand right now in this conversation.

“Nah. Just didn’t want to be at the apartment doing the same thing.” And you didn’t need to cook, which was a bonus.

“You like,” she gestures to the screen and awkwardly asks, “football?”

You found it cute she was trying.

“I’m not a die hard fanatic, but I enjoy the game a lot.” You finally turn to look at her. “I take it you’re not a fan.”

She shakes her head no and meets your gaze. “I am not.”

“Of all sports, right?”

“That would be right.”

You both stare at one another for a few moments before you shift in your chair to lean against the counter, resting your elbow on top to prop up your head. “If it helps to shake off some of my mystique, I’m a Bears fan. You probably don’t understand how sad that it is, but it is. My team sucks but I’ll always root for them.”

That jibe made Emily relax, even making the curves of her mouth turn upwards just enough to realize what you were getting at. “So, you’re saying you’re loyal?”

You nod. “I am. To those who treat me right.”

Emily takes a long sip of her wine to marinate on the accusation she deserves. You wait her out, watching Emily pay attention to commentary and statistics she doesn’t give a shit about on the screens across from you.

“I shouldn’t have referred to you as a means to an end.” Her hands rest on the base of the wine glass, steadying the drink as much as her own words. “It’s difficult for me to …”

You watch as she chews over what to say.

“… for me to trust you.”

You inwardly sigh and drop the arm holding your head up. Your body went on the defense, as did your tone. “Yes, we’ve been through this …”

“It’s not without reason,” she supplies quickly, but not rudely, as she cuts you off.

“I agree. But you dehumanized me,” you reply bitterly. “I was basically your money whore.”

“I didn’t …” But Emily pauses, realizing the joke you made was not your usual smartass retort, but a self-deprecating comment of how hurt you were.

She remembers you saying that you hide your trauma with humor, and what you just said admitted to a painful past of being underappreciated or undeserving.

“Stop profiling me, Prentiss,” you warn, eyes pleading.

She backs down and nods. “I’m sorry. It’s defensive most of the time in situations like this.”

“Okay, that I can understand. Social shit isn’t my forte either. Especially through all the bullshit we’ve been through.” You hold up your hands on the immediate defense as Prentiss starts to look suspicious. “And I mean generally. I’m not talking about any specifics. But people like us, with the shit we’ve done and lived through, have intense self defense mechanisms and shitty coping skills that we see everything’s a threat until we get to understand one another.”

“Ah,” she slowly nods. “Yes. That’s very true.” Then she narrows her eyes at you. “Why couldn’t you be this reasonable last night?”

“Why did you have to be a bitch?” you counter.

“Fair point,” she chuckles and looks aggrieve. “I was painfully informed I was as such earlier today.”

“Hence the text?”

“Mhm.”

“Well … good.” You down more of your drink as Prentiss does with hers, both avoiding the unspoken question - were you staying with the BAU?

Though as you watch the section chief, you see a shift in her facial features. A harden look as she comes to a decision inside her head.

“How about we start over.”

“Like, how?” you found this perplexing.

“Like this.” She turns on the stool and holds a hand out before you. “Hi, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding yesterday. I’m Section Chief Emily Prentiss.”

Your eyes go wide and look down at the olive branch. You could hear Brian’s voice reminding you that you never quit on anyone and why you shouldn’t start now.

So, you take Emily’s hand and squeeze it. “Special Agent Y/N Whitlock. Nice to meet ya.”

She lightly smiles before releasing your hand, but she starts to dread the roguish look you're directing towards her. “What?” she questions slowly, draping her arm over the back of the bar stool.

“Nothing bad, I promise.” Your smile disarms her as you notice she was genuinely concerned this would degrade into another misunderstanding. “I know you don’t know me, and I can’t say much, but to start this partnership off better, how about you get to ask me one question, and I promise to answer it to the best of my ability without joking around.”

Her lower lip protrudes with consideration. “All right.” She takes a hefty swallow of wine and sets it down to look you directly in the eyes. “How did you join the CIA?”

“Fuck,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I can’t say.”

You watch as the tiny bit of the wall Emily had taken down starts to build right back up. The shift in her brown eyes makes you feel miserable. “Wait!” you urge. “Please. I really can’t say, and that’s the truth. But I can offer something related to it.”

Emily becomes intrigued. “Go on.”

“Brian Korogoth recruited me.”

“Brian … Korogoth?” she repeats back for clarification.

“Yes.”

“The current Director of the CIA?” she stabs the counter with her index finger for emphasis.

“Yep.”

“That Brian Korogoth?” Emily needs to ask it again to make sure she was hearing this right.

“To be fair, he wasn’t that when I met him, but … yes.”

It took a few minutes for Emily to digest this new information. She had briefly worked with Korogoth when she was in JTF-12 before the Doyle case. He was an intelligent and calculating man. A natural leader. He liaised between JTF-12 and Interpol to track down members of the Armed Islamic Group* in Great Britain when a string of car bombings had occurred.

“Wow. Okay then.” She blinks a few times in realization and feels a newfound respect for the woman before her.

“I should have probably led with that when we first met to save us from all the bullshit between us, huh?” you say, as if reading her thoughts.

She laughs, an honest laugh, that echoes quite lovely over the din of patrons. “Probably, yes.”

You hold up your glass and offer Prentiss a bright smile. “To starting over?”

Emily didn’t hesitate in reaching for her wine glass to clink it against your drink. “To starting over.”

*Also known as the GIA

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Trust and Love - Chapter 10: Celebrating

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“I convinced them to get us a hotel room tonight and we’d fly to our next location tomorrow.” Ricky told me as he led us out of the elevator and down to a hotel room.

“Why?” I asked. Ricky turned to face me, stopping us in the middle of the hall and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Baby, I intend to celebrate our engagement. However, I refuse to do it in the back of a stinky bus filled with idiots.” Ricky grinned playfully.

“Awe but those idiots are your best friends and boyfriend.” I giggled.

“Yes however I don’t want them hearing me fuck you. Those sounds are for me and Vinny alone.” He turned to continue down the hall until we reached room 1043. He opened the door and held it for a second. “Plus, do you think Vinny wouldn’t be part of this celebration?” He pushed it open to reveal our dorky drummer standing there with a sheepish smile.

“Vinny!” I threw myself into his arms and he spun me around.

“Hey, mama.” He murmured.

“I thought you went on the bus.” I said, pulling back to look at him.

“I did. They just dropped me off here right before you guys got here.” He admitted. I swatted his chest making him laugh.

“Don’t forget, you are Mrs. Olson-Mauro now. You deserve to celebrate with him too.” Ricky reminded me. I found my eyes looking back to the rings that sat on my finger and smiled. I pulled Vinny into a sweet kiss as his arms tightened around my waist and lifted me a little.

“I love you.” I whispered. Vin bumped our noses together and smiled.

“I love you too mama.” He murmured. “Now put on your comfiest clothes because I am running out to get us Chinese food and then we are going to have a chill evening before properly celebrating.” He kissed me once more and then grabbed the key card as he exited the room. I went over to my bag that Ricky was digging through and before I could choose my clothes he handed me a pair of his favorite sweats and Vinny’s shirt.

“Wha-“

“Put them on. He said get comfy.” Ricky teased.

“I have my own clothes.” I protested.

“Yes but you love wearing our clothes.” I couldn’t deny that fact and took the clothes with a fake pout. I stripped out of my shirt and skinny jeans before pulling on the softer oversized ones. Ricky scooped me up and tossed me into the middle of the bed, crawling up into my lap and laying on my stomach. “I love you Olive. I am so lucky to spend the rest of my life with you and Vin.”

“I am too. We have been through so much together. In the last month alone too. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with any other idiots.” Ricky pouted.

“I’m not an idiot.” He complained.

“Yes you are. You threw yourself in front of me at the mall despite not knowing me just because some guy was being an asshole.” I giggled.

“He hit you. I wasn’t about to let that slide.” He grumbled. “Plus, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I couldn’t not protect you.”

“I appreciate it. And I’m so glad you did.” I murmured, running my hands through his wild hair.

“Are you really ok? After what happened last month?” He asked, scooting further up onto my chest.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rick.” I said after a pause.

“You’re lying.” He said finally sitting up and moving next to me.

“I need to be fine. You’ve already put up with enough bullshit for me.” I shrugged. He took my hands in his and forced me to face him.

“Baby. You are allowed to not be fine because of this. He had a gun to your head. I am your fiancé. Putting up with the bullshit is literally in the job description. I signed up for this.” I shook my head but when a gentle hand took my chin and forced my eyes to meet his, the dams broke. “Are you really ok?” I collapsed into a pile of tears in his lap and shook my head.

“Baby girl, you promised you would tell us.” Ricky scolded with no real disappointment in his voice.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I cried. “I just wanted to be able to handle this shit on my own for once. I feel so pathetic that I have just expected you and Vinny to handle everything for me and I needed to be ok.”

“Baby,” He murmured, the disappointment finally revealing itself. “We chose to be with you, knowing what we were getting into. We chose to propose to you knowing your past. You have never once expected us to handle everything, we just do because that is what you do for people you love. We wanted to help you because you are the most important person in our lives and we want the best for you. I don’t even think we are as important to each other as you are to us.” He snickered. He settled himself against the headboard and pulled me up so I was tucked into his chest.

“Do you really mean it? I’m not just a burden?”

“We would not have proposed spending the rest of our lives together if you were.” He whispered, kissing the top of my head. We laid there in silence for another half hour until Vinny returned with food. I was drifting in and out of sleep on Ricks chest so he shushed the drummer when he returned.

“Her eyes are red. Why are her eyes red?” He asked.

“She finally broke down.” Was all Ricky offered.

“Wait, because of last month?” The guitarist nodded.

“She was in her words ‘handling it on her own.” He said quietly. I felt the bed dip and a gentle hand card through my hair.

“Mama, can you wake up for me sunshine?” Vinny asked. I blinked open my eyes and rolled around to look up at Vinny. “I know Ricky has probably already given you this talk but you aren’t alone baby. We are here to help by choice. So don’t hide these things from us. Ok?” I nodded and sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly.

“I’m sorry Vin. I promise to try to do better.” I giggled. He nodded and pulled away to give me a bruising kiss.

“Good. That’s all I can ask. Now let’s eat. Ok?” Ricky got up and got the food off the desk, bringing it back to us and settling us into a pile of limbs. We laid there watching Riddick until we were done eating and once we were Vinny set our food in the fridge. He climbed back onto the bed and crawled over me, bringing our lips into a soft kiss. “Hi Mrs. Olson-Mauro.” He murmured. I melted every single time I heard that name and let out a little squeak covering my face with my hands. “Don’t go getting shy on us now baby. Let us see those pretty blue eyes.” I opened my eyes and blinked up at him through my fingers.

“Come on baby girl. Don’t hide from us.” Ricky teased me, grabbing my wrists and pulling them down. He leaned over to kiss me while his hands slid down my side and unlaced the string to the sweatpants. He pushed them down my legs and past my bum allowing Vinny to pull them the rest of the way off.

“No fair. If I lose an article of clothing, then you both do too.” I complained. Ricky and Vinny looked at each other and smirked.

“I think that can be arranged mama. As long as I can get between those long, beautiful legs of yours.” Vinny growled. I immediately sank further into the bed and nodded. Both the boys sat up and removed their shirts before Ricky went back to assaulting my mouth and Vinny started dragging my lingerie down my legs. Once they were tossed to the floor he placed a kiss to the inside of my ankle and started kissing up my leg until he reached my thigh. I whined into Rickys mouth as Vinny sucked bruise after bruise into my milky skin. “That is a work of art.” He grinned when he finally let up. Ricky pulled away and grinned so I looked down to see that the drummer had sucked hickies into my leg in the shape of a v.

“Mm. When you’re done I just might have to do the same to her other leg.” Ricky hummed.

“Let me finish my meal and then she’s all yours.” Vinny murmured. He placed a kiss to his art and then moved up to nose at my entrance before placing a filthy kiss to my pussy. As he dove deeper into me Ricky started placing kisses to my neck, sucking bruises into it as his hands trailed up my side and shoved my shirt over my head.

“Not fair.” I moaned.

“You can wait. We are worshiping you right now.” Ricky murmured against my throat. He kissed down my chest and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it until it was sore. The combination of Vinny between my legs and Ricky on my chest made me whine from the pleasure. Vinny growled against my clit sending vibrations up my spine.

“Vin-“ I gasped. “Too much.” I begged.

“I’ll finish my meal thank you.” He growled. He worked a finger into me as his tongue returned to devouring me. I cried as they continued their assault, Ricky moving to give my other nipple attention. I made a futile attempt to push Vinny away but he wrapped his arms around my legs and held them still as he gained determination, sucking on my clit and making the coil in my belly snap. I crashed into my climax before I could give warning, whimpering as the tongue worked me though my spasming. Vinny pulled away with a satisfied smirk and came up to my side to give me a lazy kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. Ricky gave one last suck to my nipple before kissing down to my thigh and sucking an R into the other side.

“Ricky, Vin, please. I need one of you inside of me.” I pleaded. Ricky pulled away from my leg and gave a satisfied nod at his work and came back up.

“I think you have earned it.” Ricky whispered. “Who would you like to celebrate with first baby girl?”

“Ricky please.” I spoke. He reached down and opened his jeans, pushing them from his legs. Once he was naked he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

“I’m going to take good care of you baby girl. Lift up for me.” I did as instructed and he lined himself up before pulling me down onto him as Vinny discarded his clothes. “You always feel so delicious around me baby.” He groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. I rose up again and slid back down onto him slowly. “That’s it baby. Keep going.” I got a steady rhythm of riding him as he dug his nails into my back, lifting me and lowering me at the pace he wanted.

“You look so pretty riding him baby.” Vinny murmured, settling next to us stroking himself to the sight of me bouncing. “God, what if we both took you at the same time? Think you could handle that? Rocking back and forth between us?” He asked, sliding his hand down my back and brushing over my ass. I tensed up and squirmed.

“I’ve never done that before.” I huffed as Rick stilled inside of me.

“I promise you, it will feel amazing. Do you trust me?” Vinny purred. I nodded, unable to formulate a response as Rick sucked more bruises into my pulse point.

“God, you’ll feel even tighter than you already do.” Rick groaned. I heard the familiar sound of a bottle being popped open and then fingers brushing along the cleft of my ass to spread lube. As his finger pressed past my cheeks, I flinched again.

“If you want to wait until later baby we can.” Vinny assured me softly.

“No! No, I- I want this. I’m just scared.”

“Baby girl, do you know how fucking sexy you look, hair all wild like this?” Ricky rumbled, lifting his head from my shoulder. “You have always been a ray of sunshine but right now you look like a supernova.” As he spoke nonsense to me Vinny attempted to work his finger into me again to no avail.

“I’m sorry.” I whined. “I want this, I do.” I muttered, disappointed in myself.

“What about this?” Vinny went to his jeans and pulled out his vape pen from his pocket. “It might loosen you up. It’s delta.” I shrugged, willing to try anything. He came over and held it to my lips, allowing me to take a hit off of it. Rick rolled our hips a little to distract me once more and Vin pulled his pen away, setting it on the nightstand. He massaged my lower back as Rick rocked us together for a few minutes until I could feel the affects of the vape setting in. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it down again. “You sure?” He asked.

“Yes. I want this.” I promised him. He pressed between my cheeks and while I still flinched it wasn’t quite as harshly. “Keep going. Please.” He found my entrance and eased his finger inside of me much slower than if he was playing with my clit, making sure that he wasn’t hurting me at all. Once I felt his knuckles pressed against my ass he paused to give me time to adjust.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” Ricky murmured, his gravely voice making me relax further into him.

“Strange. But not bad.” I confirmed. Vinny pressed a kiss to my temple as he pulled his finger out and eased it back into me just as slowly. The more he did it the easer the slide was until I nodded. “I think I can take another.”

"Good job baby girl. You are doing so well.' Ricky distracted me once more. "You were made for us. Made to take us. And you feel so amazing. Do you like being out good girl?"

"Yes." I whispered as Vinny slowly edged a second finger in by his first.

"You look so pretty and pliant mama. Does this still feel good?" Vinny checked. I nodded and he shifted to be right behind me so I could lean my back against his chest. "Ok Mama. Let me know if it gets too much. He kissed the back of his head and him and Rick drew out of me before easing back in.

"Fuck Vin. I don't know how much longer I can last." Ricky mumbled.

"Be good. I want to get at least one more finger in her before I try this. I don't want her to be ill prepared for her first time. Trust me. I don't think any of us will last long once I'm inside her." Vinny admitted, scissoring his fingers to work me open even further. I was in the same position as Rick, too much more and I felt like I was going to explode. "I'm going to add a third finger, ok Mama?

"Please." I whined. He nodded and kissed along the line of bruises Ricky had left on my neck as he added the third finger. It slid home surprisingly easy making him grin against my skin.

"Looks like you fully relaxed for me mama." He moved his fingers at a steady pace for a few minutes before fully pulling them away, making me whimper in complaint. "One second mama." He murmured. "Are you two ready?" Ricky and I nodded and I heard the bottle of lube again. "Ok Mama. Take a deep breath for me." I did as instructed and felt the blunt head of his member pressing against my ass. "Let it out slowly baby." I started releasing my breath as he pressed into me. I let out little cries at the stretch, but I had placed a hand on Vinny’s hip preventing him from pulling away. "Mama, we can stop."

"No. I'm fine. It feels good." I managed. "Just a little burn." Vinny moved his hands to my sides and started rocking me on Ricky's member giving the distraction I needed to press a little further into me. Once he was about halfway I let out a bigger cry making him pause. Ricky pulled me into a kiss.

"You are doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you." He whispered.

"Here mama." I pulled away from Ricky to see Vinny holding his vape up to my mouth again. "You are doing amazing. You just need that last little push." I wrapped my lips around it and looked at Vin through hooded eyes as I took a hit. "Fuck Liv. Going to kill me with looks like that." He huffed. Ricky pulled my face back to his and he started kissing me again, dancing our tongues together as Vinny massaged my hips and pressed in a little to test my reaction. When I didn't immediately cry out, he continued his torturous pace. After a few minutes I felt his hips meet my ass. "You did it Mama. You took all of me." He whispered, kissing my temple. "I'll move in a second. I just want to give you time to adjust."

"I love you I love you." I rambled.

"We love you too, baby girl. You are so fucking perfect for us." Ricky stroked my cheek with the back of his finger. "you're our good girl."

"I love you, Mrs Olson-Mauro." Vinny growled in my ear. I experimentally rocked off of Ricky and onto Vinny and when I didn't feel any pain I nodded. "Good mama?"

"So good." I huffed with a smile. Vinny pulled out a little and when I offered no protest again he pushed back into me. Ricky did the same, holding me to his chest as he started moving again.

"Look at how well she's taking us. It's like she's made to be used by us." Ricky teased. He and Vinny found a pace that worked together and had me as a moaning whimpering mess in minutes.

"Fuck, I can feel Rick moving inside of you.” Vinny groaned. Ricky dropped his head to my right shoulder and Vinny dropped his on my left. “God sunshine. You are- fuck. You are so unbelievably perfect for us.”

“I can’t- I’m so close.” I sobbed after a few minutes. In that moment, being sandwiched between them, I could feel the full extent of their love for me. These men had been through so much, done so much for me and they were here. They were mine and I couldn’t stop the tears that fell out of happiness.

“I am too baby.�� Vin moaned in my ear.

“Come for us baby. Come for Vinny and I.” That was the final push I needed to crash into my climax. My boys followed quickly after shuddering against my body and filling me with their release. “Fuck baby girl.” Ricky gasped. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Shit Mama. Think we can do that again?” Vin smirked.

“Give-give me some time.” I chuckled.

“We need to get you showered and then we are all going to bed.” Ricky murmured. Vinny was the first to pull out of me, Ricky staying still until he had so that I wasn’t too overstimulated. I then lifted off of Ricky and went to step off the bed only to practically fall on my ass. Luckily Vinny caught me but my legs were jelly and would not hold me up.

“Careful mama, I got you.” Vinny laughed. I pouted as he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. Ricky trailed after us and turned on the shower so it was nice and warm. Once we stepped in Vinny set me back on my feet and kept an arm around me so I wouldn’t fall again. They lathered me in soap and very gently took their time washing my body. I flinched when Vinny started running the soft cloth over my bum. “I’m sorry. I have to clean you up down there.” He said apologetically.

“Its ok.” I yawned.

“Someone’s about to fall asleep on us.” Ricky mused, finishing washing my hair. Vinny rinsed my body and turned off the water as Ricky grabbed the fluffiest towel and wrapped it around me. He dried off and picked me back up as Vinny finished drying himself and took me back to the bedroom. We all settled into bed and they curled around me as I drifted in and out.

“I love you two.” I whispered.

“Good. Because we love you too baby girl.” Ricky returned, kissing the top of my head.

“We will love you forever, Mrs. Olson-Mauro.”

#vinny mauro fanfic #ricky olson fanfic #trust and love

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 months ago

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every cat has its day

by pomeloquat Scenes from the life of feline hybrid Bruce and his kittens (large canine hybrid children). Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne, Justice League & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Hybrids, Cat/Human Hybrids, Catboys & Catgirls, Cat Bruce Wayne, Canine/Human Hybrids, Family Fluff, Pack Family, Light-Hearted, Animal Transformation, Fox Dick Grayson, Wolf Jason Todd, Bat-eared Fox Cassandra Cain, Fennec Fox Damian Wayne, Dogboys & Doggirls, Platonic Cuddling, Background Relationships, Ficlet Collection, Domestic Batfamily (DCU) via https://ift.tt/ZoGphUv

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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sterek-ao3feed · 4 months ago

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And Everything is More Real than Life

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57623731

by NieR

His name is being called again, however, and the rest of the theater is piling in, so Derek does as he's bid, handing it back to its owner with a bright smile on his face. The guy is no older than a college student, with short brown hair sticking in a mussed approximation of an attempt at tidiness and large, deep brown eyes—they sort of remind him of the color of whiskey, and moles that decorate his skin like a piece of fine artwork. He has met his soulmate—Derek Hale is certain of that one fact; the triskelion above his heart had become clear with vibrant and sharp lines that declared him a Bonded Match.

Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Actor Derek Hale, Pre-Slash, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Not Beta Read, Some Fans Are Crazy, College Student Stiles Stilinski

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57623731

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

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Saint of the Day – 24 September – Saint Isarnus (Died 1043) Abbot of of Saint-Victor near Toulouse, Reformer, Apostle of the destitute and deprived. Born in Marseilles, Provence (in modern France) and died there on 24 September in 1043 of natural causes. Also known as – Isarnus of Marseilles, Isarn, Isarnus of Toulouse, Isarno of… Ysarn of… Little is known of the life of Saint Isarnus, Abbot of Saint Victor Monastery in Marseilles. We do not know the date of his birth but the date of his death has been handed down to us. Originally from Toulouse, he was educated by the Canons of Saint Anthony of Pamiers. He received the monastic Habit, during his stay in Agde, from the hands of Stephen II, the Bishop of the City. His appointment as the Abbot of the Monastery of Saint-Victor is singular. Upon the death of Abbot Geoffrey, in 1021, the Monks were unable to reach an agreement on the appointment of a successor. During the Chapter meetings, Abbot du Montmajour, the acting President of the Assembly, asked the youngest of the Oblates to propose a name. The Oblate named Isarnus, who immediately received the Abbey blessing.

(via Saint of the Day – 24 September – Saint Isarnus (Died 1043) Abbot – AnaStpaul)

#saints #france #anastpaul #catholic #roman catholic #christianity

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Random Grishaverse Ship Stats on AO3 because my brain and eyes got tired from reading Chaucer:

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I. Publication/Release Dates

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Shadow and Bone: 5 June 2012

Siege and Storm: 4 June 2013

Ruin and Rising: 17 June 2014

Six of Crows: 29 September 2015

Crooked Kingdom: 20 September 2016

The Other duology series: 2019 & 2021

Shadow and Bone Season 1: 23 April 2021

Shadow and Bone Season 2: 16 March 2023

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II. Canon Ships

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Kaz/Inej: 5011

1st: 29 December 2015

Latest: 21 August 2024

Alina/Darkling: 4665

1st: 9 August 2013

Latest: 21 August 2024

Jesper/Wylan: 4570

1st: 24 November 2015

Latest: 21 August 2024

Nina/Matthias: 2078

1st: 29 December 2015

Latest: 21 August 2024

Nikolai/Zoya: 1043

1st: 14 February 2016

Latest: 21 August 2024

Alina/Mal: 852

1st: 29 November 2013

Latest: 20 August 2024

Fedyor/Ivan: 553

1st: 24 April 2021

Latest: 19 August 2024

Genya/David: 518

1st: 22 October 2014

Latest: 21 August 2024

Tamar/Nadia: 187

1st: 25 September 2014

Latest: 18 August 2024

Nina/Hanne: 98

Adrik/Leoni: 46

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III. Popular Not-Canon Ships

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Kaz/Jesper: 402

1st: 19 August 2016

Latest: 17 August 2024

Alina/Nikolai: 383

1st: 21 July 2014

Latest: 19 August 2024

Nina/Inej: 189

1st: 24 February 2016

Latest: 29 July 2024

Alina/Zoya: 165

1st: 25 September 2014

Latest: 16 August 2024

Alina/Genya: 149

1st: 20 September 2017

Latest: 14 August 2024

Mal/Nikolai: 79

1st: 8 April 2020

Latest: 14 August 2024

Darkling/Kaz: 43 (why did I think there were more?)

1st: 19 April 2021

Latest: 17 August 2024

Inej/Alina: 31

1st: 16 July 2021

Latest: It’s mine! Did NOT realize that - unintentional.

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Kaz/Wylan: 114

1st: 25 April 2021

Latest: 17 August 2024

Jesper/Inej: 69

1st: 16 June 2018

Kuwei/Jesper: 62

1st: 30 Jan. 2017

Latest: 12 August 2024

Kaz/Matthias: 62

1st: 19 April 2017

Latest: 14 August 2024

Kaz/Nina: 46

1st: 28 April 2017

Latest: 30 July 2024

Wylan/Matthias: 30

1st: 4 July 2021

Latest: 25 July 2024

Matthias/Alina: 27

1st: 1 July 2021

Latest: 30 June 2024

Matthias/Inej: 19

1st: 28 August 2019

Latest: 25 July 2024

Tolya/Inej: 11

1st: 19 March 2023

Latest: 29 April 2024

Kaz/Alina: 9 (again, thought there were more of these for some reason)

1st: 26 April 2021

Latest: 27 January 2024

Tolya/Alina: 9

1st: 13 January 2022

Latest: 21 August 2024

Nina/Alina: 7

1st: 9 May of 2021

Latest: 26 March 2023

Zoya/Inej: 5

1st: 18 May 2021

Latest: 4 June 2024

Zoya/Kaz: 5

1st: 18 October 2021

Harshaw & Oncat: 4 (We’re all so lucky, I originally searched with a slash…luckily nothing popped up. But they’re so close buddies that they made this list. Harshaw is an Inferni from the original trilogy and Oncat is his cat)

Jesper/Alina: 2

Alina/Tamar: 2

Jesper/Jordie: 1

Wylan/Alina: 0

Tamar/Inej: 0

Wylan/David: 0

BUT I ended up finding an interesting fic in the process. I read the first chapter, it’s titled “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Republican National Convention” I don’t know it’s one hell of a title given 2024.

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*I didn’t realize until later Darkling/Alina may not be considered a “canon” ship, but they perform so well I’m not changing it 😊

*I haven’t read the latest duology so that’s why I didn’t do much for Adrik/Leoni and Nina/Hanne. The only reason I know about Zoya/Nikolai is YouTube and its popularity for only having two books setup.

*There’s only 8 fics with “Harij Ghafa” or “Inej Ghafa’s Brother” —I want to know more about this dude! I have so many headcanons and stories bouncing around my head…another time, another time.

*I broke the pattern a bit at the end

*Also, anyone who has read The Wraithling and Her Saints — my sporadic updates tag is living up to its name 😊. This fic I’m messing with the magic system, world building, history, family lineage, and personalities (?) of what feels like everything. It’s so fun, but I’ve just got to be in a very certain mindset and vibe to write it. I’m trying to make it a longer Inej/Alina fic as those are normally shorter.

*Suggestions: Comment below any ships or just platonic pairings you’d love to see more of! I actually have a Jesper & Alina story in mind, will it ever be written? Who knows. But I’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts!

*Stats as of 20 August 2024 and 21 August 2024

#fanfiction #grishaverse #shadow and bone #the grisha trilogy #six of crows #ship stats #ao3

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ao3feed-zukka · 7 months ago

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Swords? Knives? Sharp objects? Never seen them

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/wjMqKmA by SprainMain Nobody talks about the time Sokka had facial hair. The gang are stuck moving non stop for a while so when they finally set up camp they decide to take a quick spa day (by spa day just means quick hair cuts, fixing hair, baths if they can and for sokka shaving) only thing is he can't find any sharp objects to shave with. Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Aang (Avatar), The Gaang (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Additional Tags: Gay Zuko (Avatar), Oblivious Sokka (Avatar), Precious Aang (Avatar), Toph Beifong & Zuko Friendship, Facial Hair, Nobody talks about sokka with facial hair Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/wjMqKmA

#IFTTT #zukka #sokka #zuko #avatar: the last airbender #atla #ao3 feed

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ao3feed-ds9 · 21 days ago

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Heavy Petting

https://ift.tt/V5DAYFB by ChaoticDax2024 “What did you call me?” Garak said, putting his eating utensils down. “Oh…um,” a flush was spreading across Julian’s face, to Garak’s delight. “Darling…it’s a pet name, or a term of endearment,” the young man said, suddenly shy. Garak smiled a slow smile. .... Garak and Bashir choose pet names for each other. Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sex, Hand Jobs, Flirting, Canon Compliant, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Cardassian Culture (Star Trek), Cardassian Anatomy (Star Trek), Also pretty mushy, why are they like this?, Morning Sex, Teasing, Blushing, Julian flips the script

#Star Trek #DS9 #Deep Space Nine #Star Trek DS9 #ao3feed #fanfic

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onepiecebdays · 1 month ago

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october 25th - guernika

debut chapter: 705

recent chapter: 1043

age at death: 42

affiliation: CP0

bounty: none

#guernika #one piece #october

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firstprince-ao3feed · 2 months ago

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all because i liked a boy

by toadsdrool day one: SECRETS Pop Stars Henry Fox and Alex Claremont Diaz, better known by his stage name Lometa Brightside, are head to head in the charts. Will they compete until they knock the other out, or will they band together and shake the music industry by storm? finished to be updated weekly :) Words: 1043, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Post-Break Up, Alternate Universe - Pop Stars, Alex Claremont-Diaz is Not First Son of the United States, Alex Claremont-Diaz is Obsessed with Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Genderfluid Character, They/Them Pronouns for Alex Claremont-Diaz via https://ift.tt/bL5VBDp

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #toadsdrool

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bts-0t-7 · 1 year ago

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Philosophy of Love

Pair: Namjoon x F Reader

Summary: You find a profound connection in the presence of Kim Namjoon. Through shared moments of intellectual curiosity and mutual appreciation for the power of words, you embark on a journey of exploration and self-discovery, united together by the wanderlust of the minds.

Genre: Fluff, Namjoon bookstore ownerxreader, a bit of suggestive theme but nothing like the devil’s tango😇

Chapter Warnings: None

WC: 1043

It was a normal rainy afternoon, everybody on the streets finding solace in the sheltered stores. The rain pounded heavily against the shop roof, signages swinging dangerously in the wind. You kept your umbrella and walked into the store. Wood, scented candles, and dim lighting gave off a homey yet exciting feel. You looked out the window, knowing that the rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.

As you walked deeper into the bookstore, you observe the many books lined up on the shelves, each one of them whispering stories and knowledge waiting to be discovered. The store was so full that there were books piled up on the floor. Normally, you would be ticked off by having such valuable items being so casually strewn. But surprisingly this time, you weren’t.

The books were placed in an organized and artistic manner that you didn’t mind. They were in some cases, ensuring that nobody would kick them down. Couches with fluffy pillows and coffee tables with more books caught your attention.

Is this a library? Didn’t seem like it. Perhaps it was a library-bookstore. The thought itself was quite laughable.

Your fingers skimmed the spine of the books on the shelves, letting them guide you through. Lost in the world of literary treasures, you found yourself drawn to the philosophy section. As you pursued one of the titles, a voice, rich with warmth and intellect, reached your ears.

“You have good taste in books.” The voice said.

You turned around to see a tall man, adorning a pair of spectacles.

“Hello,” The man stuck out his hand. “I’m Namjoon. Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

You took his hand in yours and shook it. The size difference was hilarious. The entire of his hand engulfed yours, leaving nearly none of yours in sight. You knew if he wanted to, he could crush you in a minute.

A blush crept up your cheeks as you replied, “Ah, I’m Y/N. I’ve never come in here before. Just avoiding the storm today. I usually buy coffee from the opposite but you guys are not open then.”

Namjoon pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. “Oh, then you must be the pretty lady Mikaela keeps talking about. She won’t keep it down every time.” He laughed, sounding so baritone and soothing. “How’d you know this is my shop?”

Oh, you hadn’t.

“Well, you just confirmed my suspicions, no?” You replied to him with a smirk, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Namjoon bellowed out. “Well, yeah.” He turned to the book you picked out. “Like philosophy?”

“I’ve always been fascinated by the power of words and the wisdom they hold.”

Namjoon’s eyes sparkled with understanding. “I feel the same way. Words have the ability to shape our thoughts and emotions, going beyond time and space. It is like a never-ending journey.”

At that moment, you knew you found a new friend. The connection between the both of you was built by the shared appreciation for the beauty and depth of language. A bond that went beyond mere attraction, rooted in the desire to understand and be understood.

As days turned to weeks, you found yourself going over every few days, engrossed in conversations with Namjoon that spanned various topics. From philosophy, arts, and science to engineering and business, to everything and anything. Each discussion felt like you had plummeted into a whole new world, wandering through the vast landscapes of knowledge and imagination.

When Namjoon talks, you listen, absorbing all the information he provides you with. And when you talk, Namjoon listens, eyes shining with curiosity and intellect. He encouraged your thoughts, offering insights that expanded your understanding. In his presence, you feel a sense of intellectual stimulation and a deeper desire to delve deeper into the mysteries of the world.

Soon, the both of you started spending late nights under the glow of the moonlight, books safely tucked away. Lost to conversations that danced between the tangible and abstract, the boundaries of time seemed to blur as the both of you explored the realms of existence - pondering on the complexities of life and the universe.

It was in these little moments that you discovered a profound connection - missing puzzle pieces finally coming together. It was a journey of self-discovery guided by Namjoon’s wisdom and introspection.

One evening, as the both of you sat under the stars that painted the night sky, Namjoon turned to you, voice filled with sincerity. “Your thirst for knowledge and understanding inspires me to always be the best version of myself. You never fail to amaze and you have never given up even when times got tough.”

You blushed as your heart filled with affection as you replied, “And you, Namjoon, have a way to light up even in the darkest times. Your wisdom has opened my eyes to so many new perspectives and allowed me to be more like myself.”

Namjoon’s hand reached out, shakily cupping your cheek. “Wandering the word and seeking knowledge and truth would mean nothing without you. If you would let me, let’s find solace and inspiration in each other.”

With a light smile on your face, you leaned into his touch, feeling a profound sense of belonging. In Namjoon’s embrace, you discover a love that fits right into the puzzles of you and him. It was more than conventional romance - it was a piece that sparks intellectual growth and mutual respect.

As the night deepened, you found yourself entwined in each other’s arms, the world around faded into insignificance. In the quiet embrace, you felt a unity of minds and souls - the pens of thoughts and emotions finally writing down the story of a lifetime.

With every beat of your heart, you know that your connection with Namjoon will be a never-ending exploration - a journey of shared wisdom, endless conversations, and the unwavering pursuit of knowledge.

In his presence, you have finally found a partner who understood the wanderlust of your mind - a companion who embraced the beauty of words and their profound meanings.

As you lay intertwined with Namjoon, you revelled in the joy of finding a love that spreads beyond the boundaries of time and space - a love that would forever wander the realms of intellectual curiosity and heartfelt understanding.

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