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#childhood (-ish) friends to lovers to enemies (but still lovers)#the trope of all gime#bread.png#doctor who#thoschei#x-men#cherik#all four of these mfs are driving me INSANE!!!!!!!!#thoschei is so cherik coded... cherik is so thoschei coded...#can anyone hear me#does anyone ubderstand me
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the alchemy
Mob!Bucky x ReaderÂ
Run-through: About a decade ago you left your home and ran away, looking for a fresh start after having had your heart broken by the boy you loved. Now youâre back and turns out Bucky Barnes â the same man who once broke your heart â is adamant on tormenting you some more. But why? Why does he want you back at all cost when he was the one who once pushed you away and crushed your heart like it meant nothing to him? What secrets has he been keeping for almost a decade? Most importantly, what truly happened that night he broke your heart?Â
Themes: forced marriage/marriage of convenience, angst, mob!bucky, metal arm, fluff, smut, possessive!bucky, childhood friends-to-enemies-to-lovers trope, bratty!reader, mentions of violence, explicit language, slow burn-ish, HEAÂ
a/n: new mob!bucky pics droppedâ
âI do.â You said in a sombre voice, with blood dripping from the cut on your lip as you sealed your fate and married your worst enemy.Â
Buckyâs face was bleeding too, your nails had done some damage earlier when you both got into a physical altercation like wild animals. You nearly smirked when you realised he looked worse than you did.Â
Then again you both looked like you went through hell as you stood here, at this makeshift altar, in the middle of what used to be the foyer of your fatherâs mansion before Bucky and his men shot at it until it was nothing but rubble, broken glass, and cracked marble.Â
Messy hair. Cuts and bruises all over your bodies. Dishevelled clothes. Your white jumpsuit had your own bloodstains on it, and his all black suit was torn in certain places. But he looked every bit the man they say he is. Dangerous. Cold, dark presence. The large bruise on his jaw was beginning to get darker now, thanks to the many punches from you. His near shoulder length hair was surprisingly looking neat. It pissed you off.Â
You looked like a mess too. And for a brief second, as his blue eyes looked down at your throat, you knew he could see a matching bruise forming around your neck from when heâd pinned you down to the floor earlier with that damned metal arm.Â
No one was dead, none of your people and none of his. Thankfully. But right now, as you married the man standing in front of you, you felt dead inside.Â
âYou may now kiss the bride.â Was all you heard and you remained still as Bucky grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him.Â
You resisted for a moment, but then he pulled you harder until your chests collided and you had no choice but to remain pressed against him. âIâm tired of these games, princess.â He hissed in a lowered voice, looking down at you with his merciless blue eyes.Â
You stared back at him with equal contempt. âYouâre gonna regret this, Barnes.â You sneered, in a hushed voice. Not that the injured family members and men surrounding you â both his men and your fatherâs guards who stood and watched the show in disbelief and shock would mind the disrespect for each other in both your tones â but you didnât want to add to the ridiculousness of this situation.Â
âOh?â He taunted with a faint smirk. Only then did you notice the small cut on his upper lip. It brought you a little solace. âYouâre my wife now, you will do as I say.âÂ
The bitterness in your tone matched his as you said, âWeâll see about that, husband.âÂ
You could tell heâd accepted the unspoken challenge, and he would do anything to win. After all, everything was a game to Bucky Barnes. He didnât care who he used, who he manipulated, or who he tossed aside. He paraded around like he owned this world and everything and everyone in it.Â
Bucky scoffed then leaned in to kiss you, hard. It wasnât a loving kiss in any way. It was possessive though. Like he was putting on a show for whoever was watching, making sure everyone in this dilapidated room understood that you were his now.Â
You kissed him back, angrily. You despised him. Your entire family did. But they couldnât save you this time. Buckyâs attack was unexpected. Your guards were unprepared. You were the last line of defence and this⊠union was necessary. You had to offer something, anything. Otherwise Bucky and his guys threatened to burn down your half of the city and turned it to ash immediately.Â
But it wasnât always like this. Your families used to be allies. You actually grew up with Bucky, he tolerated you enough back then and you had always had a crush on him.Â
Then that night happened almost a decade agoâŠÂ
It was your twentieth birthday party, and your father made an announcement which you were not ready for.Â
He announced to the ballroom filled with important people that you were to marry Bucky, and that both families were beyond happy to transform their friendship into something more solid through this alliance.Â
You remained frozen in place for long minutes after that announcement was made, even though your heart raced like never before. No one had told you about this, but judging by the way your family hugged and congratulated Buckyâs family you understood that this was all planned.Â
You kept that smile on your face though, as people walked over to congratulate you. You looked around and tried to find Bucky in the crowd to see if he knew about this but he was nowhere to be found.Â
You were certain he was here just a moment ago, leaning against one of the pillars and brooding as always. And heâd just disappeared.Â
The announcement made your heart flutter incessantly. After all, youâd always had a huge crush on Bucky. How could you not? He was the boy you grew up around, he had pretty eyes and nice hair. Sure he was broody and rarely ever smiled but you liked how it suited his bad boy personality. And your young heart was weak for the handsome boy with tattoos and blue eyes.Â
After people were done congratulating you, you discretely walked out of the party and decided to look around and try to find Bucky. You hated how giddy you were. Sure, Bucky was broody and rarely ever laughed. He spent his entire time glaring at you then getting jealous when you talked to other guys. But you had liked him since forever.Â
You looked all over your fatherâs mansion. Bucky was nowhere to be found indoors. So⊠maybe the pool area outside? You started walking in that direction, feeling like a princess in your white ball gown as you walked down an empty hallway, a faint smile on your face as you looked for the man you were meant to marry soon.Â
Maybe Bucky knew about this announcement. Maybe he was okay with it. Maybe this would be your fairytale in real life, you thought. Maybe youâd melt his frozen heart and everything would be perfect. Maybe he liked you back all along and you just never knew!Â
â...marry her?âÂ
Your smile vanished as you stopped right before you stepped outside onto the patio. Was that Buckyâs voice? Was he talking to someone? You quietly stepped closer, hiding behind the plants as you tried your hardest to listen to what he was saying.Â
You could see him, standing on the black tiles by the pool. He had his back to you, and he held a phone to his ear. His broad shoulders and lean waist accentuated by how well that black suit moulded to his muscular body. You watched as he ran his fingers through his short black hair in frustration.Â
Who was he talking to?Â
âNo!â He barked at the phone. âDid you not listen to what I just said? I donât want to do this!â He yelled, not bothering that anyone around might hear him. âI tried to talk them out of it! This is so fucking stupid!âÂ
You blinked in surprise, unable to process what you were hearing.Â
âI donât care what I have to do, but I will not marry her.â He said with enough venomous certitude that a silent tear fell down your face.Â
All your previous delusions turned to nothing but heavy disappointment. It made you feel stupid. This gown felt stupid. The diamonds around your neck, around your wrists and in your hair felt stupid. How stupid of you to think this was all going to end well? How stupid of you to think your childhood crush actually meant something? How stupid of you to think that there was a chance he liked you back? Of course he didnât. He wouldnât have ignored you for years if he did.Â
You couldnât stop the sudden sob that escaped your mouth. Afraid that he might have heard, you took a few steps back and hid behind a nearby, tall potted shrub.Â
Things were quiet for a moment or two. You heard him whispering so quietly you couldnât make out what he said. Your face burned in embarrassment at the thought of him finding you here. You already felt stupid and childish, you didnât want to get caught eavesdropping in this situation.Â
But then he resumed talking on the phone. You couldnât risk moving to look at him so you remained hiding, and listened. Your heart broke with each word that left his mouth.Â
âAnd sheâs so blind she doesnât even see it.â He hissed, louder this time. âI barely tolerate her. Her whiny, and bratty attitude. I mean sheâs a grown woman and still acts like sheâs daddyâs little princess.â He scoffed. âYou shouldâve seen her today, she looks like a kidâs toy with that ridiculous dress on.âÂ
More tears streamed down your face as you heard nothing but distaste and irritation in his voice. This was the boy you had a hopeless crush on? This is what he thought of you?Â
You didnât need to hear more. This was more than enough to completely break you so you turned around and quietly walked back down the same hallway. You wiped your tears, and put a fake smile on as you went back to your party. This time with a plan in your head.Â
You endured the party with a heavy heart. Faked some more smiles until it ended. You didnât see Bucky again for the rest of the night, which was good. By the early hours of the morning, everyone had left. You wandered around that empty ballroom like a ghost that night. For hours. Thinking, plotting. It was clear Bucky didnât want this. And now neither did you. But your families had announced it. So what exactly could you do?Â
By the time the sun rose, you had already written a note to your father and left it on his desk. By the time the sky brightened, your bags were packed and you were already driving out of the mansion grounds. And you knew that by the time your father would go into his office and find that note, you would already be on a plane, on your way out of here.Â
You didnât give too many details in the note. You simply said that you were leaving, not knowing when or if youâd be back.Â
Truth was, you had no solid plans. All you knew was that you needed to get away from home.Â
You didnât know that when youâd return home â almost a decade later, so much would have changed.Â
Your father was angry. Livid actually, that youâd been away for years without contact. You briefly explained why you needed to leave. And how youâd been able to make a name for yourself elsewhere. But after he was done berating you for what you did when you were twenty and stupid, he filled you in on all that youâd missed in the past decade almost.Â
Some important points were: your family and Bucky were no longer allies, but were now each othersâ worst rivals but no one knew that. The city was now secretly divided â your family ruled and controlled one side, and Bucky ruled the other.Â
âItâs just him now?â You had asked, and your father nodded.Â
âA lot happened after you left, actuallyââ
A loud noise cut him off. Rounds of bullets shot at the windows of the house, from all sides it seemed. And it was pure chaos. You could hear your guards fighting back, but even by just hearing the commotion you could tell you were severely outnumbered.Â
But whoever it was, they werenât shooting at anyone, just at windows â making enough noise to get your attention and to get you to come outside.Â
You marched out of the room despite your father ordering you not to. And you were halfway down the grand stairs when he walked in and spotted you immediately with a smug look on his face.Â
Bucky. Walked in like he owned the place. He stopped in the middle of the foyer, which was now ruined. Bits and pieces of concrete and glass all over the marble floor. Flower pots destroyed, the gilded mirror in pieces as well. He made a mess of the home you grew up in and you almost shot him right in the heart there and then.Â
Here was the man who once broke your heart after making you think for years that maybe you had a chance.Â
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â You hissed. You could hear your father coming to a stop on the landing several steps behind you. He was unprepared. You were armed with only one handgun tucked into your pocket. Your guards were outnumbered. This was a shitshow.Â
The guards â his and yours â stopped firing and now just stood all over the place on high alert. And you knew, deep down in your gut you just knew something which you werenât ready for was about to happen.Â
âI see youâre finally home, princess.â Bucky just gave you a cold smile and shoved his hands in his pockets. The action drew your attention to one specific thing. The metal arm. You frowned at it in confusion, but didnât react.Â
But that word⊠âprincessâ brought back memories which chased you out of this place. And it only fueled your anger.Â
âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
He lifted his nose slightly in the air, like the arrogant prick he had always been. âIâm here to collect what I was promised.â His voice was strong and confident. âA bride. Now you have a choice, princess. Either we do this in peace and no one gets hurt, orâŠâÂ
He didnât even have to finish his sentence because on cue, one of his guards sneakily appeared on the landing behind you, holding a gun to your fatherâs head. You froze for a moment. The look on your fatherâs face made everything so serious all of a sudden. You had to be extra careful here.Â
âYou wouldnât.âÂ
He scoffed, âWouldnât I?âÂ
You argued, âItâs been almost a decade.âÂ
âI donât care. We were supposed to marry each otherâ,âÂ
You cut him off, âYes, and you didnât want that, did you? I heard you on the phone that night.â You finally confessed. âBy the pool. I remember every single word that came out of your fucking mouth. So donât come here acting like youâre entitled toâ,âÂ
âYou think you know everything, donât you?â He smirked, shaking his head. âIs that why you ran away? And didnât come home for a decade? Because you spied on me that night and didnât like what you heard?âÂ
That did it. One moment you were standing on the stairs, afraid that your father might get hurt and the next you had your gun out and shot right at his metal arm, knowing it wouldnât hurt him but it would make him lower his guard for just a second.Â
And that one second was enough to jump him and punch him right in the jaw. Fuck, it hurt but it also felt so damn good. All those years youâd been away, you were also training in your free time. And you knew you were good at combat.Â
But so was he. A few punches in and he managed to throw you down on the floor and pin you to the ground with that same metal hand around your throat, keeping you in place. You didnât know why his guards just stood and did nothing, as though they had been ordered not to shoot at anyone here.Â
But you werenât under any such orders, so you managed to land another punch to his jaw before he yelled, âEnough!â Right in your face. âStop this shit, or I swear toâ,âÂ
You cut him off by punching him again, trying to get free the moment you felt his metal hand get loose around your throat. He growled in annoyance and tightened his grip.Â
âYouâre like a wild fucking animal. Stop!âÂ
You gritted your teeth at the insult and scratched his face exactly like how a wild animal would. You tried everything, tried to punch him again, tried to scratch down his neck and arms which only tore his shirt instead of his skin. You went for yet another punch and only then did you feel another pair of arms â one of his guards â pulling your hands away from his face. You thrashed and tried your hardest to break free but you couldnât and ended up biting your own lip rather badly in the process.Â
âI fucking hate you, Bucky Barnes!â You hissed, defeated, and now with a bleeding, throbbing cut on your lip which matched his.Â
Bucky kept his hand around your neck as he leaned in menacingly and whispered, âHate me all you want, princess. But you will marry me. Right here. Right now.âÂ
And thatâs how you found yourself kissing your husband, in the foyer of your fatherâs ruined mansion. With your helpless father, and the many guards as witnesses.Â
You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and angrier than earlier. Jaws clenched, you were ready to tackle him to the ground again, maybe actually shoot him with your gun this time, but he spoke before you could say anything.Â
âLetâs go.â He spoke, and like the loyal followers that they were, all of his guards silently walked out of your house. And Bucky grabbed your hand firmly in his and began pulling you out of the house as well.Â
You resisted again. âWait! You brute!â You pulled your hand away from his and ran back up the stairs to your father. âI ruined everything, Iâm sorry.âÂ
He just hugged you and told you to be careful and be smart. And that he forgives you. You promised youâd come to see him soon. And then you left, refusing to take Buckyâs hand again as you walked out of your fatherâs house.Â
You needed to think. You couldnât fight him right now. Besides, itâs not like you married him legally. All Bucky wanted was to make a scene and you let him. For now. Youâd need some time to come up with a plan and decide what needed to be done. But for nowâŠÂ
âIf youâre thinking about running away and disappearing for a decade again, you better stop. Youâre not getting away this time. You hear me?â Bucky spoke, sitting next to you in the backseat of his car as the driver drove to his side of the city, to his house surely. That authoritative tone of his made you want to scratch his face again.Â
âYou seem to be under the impression that youâre in control here, Barnes. Just know, I could still shoot you right now if I wanted to.â You didnât look at him, you looked out the window. At the city that had changed in your absence.Â
âOuch.â He faked his surprise. Then proceeded to put his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest, leaning down he whispered into your ear, âThatâs not a nice way of treating your new husband, now is it?âÂ
You gave him a fake smile, ignoring the way your brain thought he smelled delicious, and reached into your pocket to pull out your handgun. Placing the cold barrel right under his chin you said, âTry me, husband.âÂ
The driver cleared his throat in nervousness and you didnât want to traumatise the man so you pulled your gun away but left it in Buckyâs line of sight. He pulled away then, pulling his hand away from your shoulders but placed his metal hand on your thigh. A possessive move.Â
Yet that didnât bother as much. But the metal hand? Where did that come from? What happened while you were gone?Â
He answered your questions voluntarily. âGot caught in a crossfire. I got shot too many times, the arm was beyond saving. So I had the metal arm made. Itâs a very intricate technology, but it works just fine.â He said, flexing the hand on your skin.Â
You didnât miss the hidden sexual connotation in that last part of his sentence. And you certainly couldnât ignore the way your body responded to the cold, metal touch. It looked⊠badass. Not that you would ever tell him.Â
You tried to look out the window again, but his touch on your thigh was more distracting than you wanted it to be. It was all you could focus on. Just to stop thinking about it you said, âI donât have any of my things.âÂ
âItâs all been taken care of. Donât worry.â He answered, looking down at his phone. Acting like he didnât know his hand on your thigh was messing you up.Â
Still you frowned at his answer, âWhat do you mean itâs been taken care of?â Then you paused and thought about it for a moment, âDid youââ You sighed, âYou knew I was coming, didnât you? Did you have people spying on me?âÂ
He shrugged, âYou thought I would let my betrothed be out there in the world without keeping an eye on her?â He scoffed, looking up from his phone for a brief moment, âOf course I did. I know everything about you. I even know all about that secret, women-only army you created.â He added, âI was half expecting them to pop out of nowhere earlier at your fatherâs house.âÂ
You were in disbelief. This whole time you thought youâd hid well. But no.Â
âWhere are they anyway? Your girls?â He asked, and for once it didnât sound like a taunt. It sounded like he was genuinely curious.Â
âProbably out hunting and beheading men who think they can get away with forcing women into marrying them by threatening to kill their fathers.â You gave him another one of your fake smiles, âIâve trained them well.âÂ
Bucky smiled back. âWell good. When they get here to try and free you, we could unite our forces. Weâll be untouchable then, you and I. I have the money and you have an army.â He winked. âUltimate power couple.âÂ
âYou wonât get away with this, Barnes.âÂ
He looked out of the window and said, âI just came to collect what was promised to be mine that night.âÂ
You argued, bitterly, âOh we both know what happened that night.âÂ
âI do.â He said, âBut do you? Do you really?âÂ
You remained quiet for a moment. This was the second time he questioned your knowledge of what truly happened that night. As if you hadnât heard him loud and clear on that phone call.Â
âYouâ,âÂ
He cut you off and looked out the window as he said, âWeâre home.âÂ
It had been a long day. And you were running out of energy so instead of arguing some more, you just followed him out of the car and remained stunned for a moment as you looked at his house. It wasnât his family home. This one seemed new.Â
It was just as large as your fatherâs mansion, just a lot more contemporary compared to the more Georgian architecture-inspired one you grew up in.Â
Buckyâs house sat on a sprawling green and pristine property. It was a perfect blend of sleek architecture and a glass house, which allowed the right amount of privacy but also allowed glimpses of the warm, farmhouse inspired interior. Even from outside you could tell it was homey and bright inside.Â
Before you could get a word out, you felt his hands on you again. You tensed up and almost hit him again in defence but before you could, Bucky was carrying you bridal style â literally â and marching towards the large doors of his ridiculously pretty home.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You questioned, squirming just a little in the intimate embrace.Â
âTraditions,â He said, looking down at you, âCanât have you trip at the doorstep and risk bringing bad luck into our marriage.âÂ
You frowned at him, reluctantly wrapping your arms around his neck for support. âYou say âour marriageâ like itâs gonna be a real thing. It wonât, Barnes. Iâll be out of here before youâ,âÂ
He used you to push open the door and the warm interior of the home shut you up. For some reason you never imagined someone like Bucky would live in a house that actually looked like a home. You pictured him living in some villainâs lair.Â
But this was⊠beautiful.Â
You squirmed into his arms until he finally set you down carefully. You stood there for a minute, in the foyer, just looking around. Then you couldnât help but say, âIt would be a real pain if someone just started shooting at the windows of your house like a madman, wouldnât it?â You waved your gun in front of his face.Â
âIâll send people over tomorrow morning to fix your fatherâs house.âÂ
âYou donât even sound apologetic.â You scoffed.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at him. âWas it necessary? To shoot at my house like that? You couldnât just, I donât know, ring the doorbell to get me to come outside? You absolutely had to be a child?âÂ
He smirked then said, âFirst of all, that isnât your house anymore. This is where you live now, and you will call this your home. Second of all, why blame me when you acted just as childish when you decided to run away all those years ago? Third of all, I did it because, well, I do like some drama.âÂ
You couldnât not believe him. âYou amaze me with your stupidity, Barnes.âÂ
âYou amaze me with your bratty attitude, Mrs. Barnes.âÂ
You stepped closer to him, slow and in a threatening manner. âDonât call me that.âÂ
âDonât call me that.âÂ
You sighed, âYou know youâre still that little boy who used to bully everyone when we played as kids.âÂ
He clarified, âNo, I bullied you because you were annoying. Everyone else was fine.âÂ
âI hate you.â You said with enough hostility you hoped it would shut him up.Â
It didnât. âWell, see.â He took your hand in his and said slowly as if talking you down, âThatâs something weâll work on together as a couple.âÂ
You pulled your hand away and were so tempted to justâÂ
âCome,â he said, âIâll show you where our room is.â You began protesting immediately but he cut you off by saying, âStop being fucking difficult. Weâre married now, act like it.âÂ
âI want a separate room!âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âIâm not sleeping with you!âÂ
âThen donât. But you will sleep in my bed. Like my wife should.âÂ
âYouâre a fucking animal!â You tried tugging your hand free from his grasp.Â
Bucky had had enough. So he pinned you to the nearest surface, which happened to be the closed door of his bedroom. He grabbed both your wrists in his metal hand and pinned them above your head. His face was just inches away from yours, and he stared deep into your eyes.Â
Your mind immediately went to that harsh kiss youâd shared earlier. And you hated how your body squirmed just as the thought of it. You refused to think about it any more, but his mouth was just so, so close. The cut on his lip, the slight stubble on his cheek and around his mouth, the texture of his skin, you were picking up on details youâd missed.Â
Bucky spoke in a calm, deep voice which sent shivers down your spine. âLetâs be adults here, okay? You stop acting like a brat, and Iâll stop treating you like one.â He said, pressing his chest into yours. âItâs been a long day, and I know youâre running out of energy as well so stop resisting me. If I was an animal, I wouldâve dragged you to bed right now and wouldâve made you mine in every sense of the word.â He whispered, his voice cold and dangerous. âBut Iâm not. So you will walk into this room, and head straight for a warm shower and after youâre done weâre gonna clean these wounds. Am I clear?âÂ
You nodded quickly, like an idiot entranced by his gorgeous voice.Â
âUse your words, princess. Am I clear?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âGood. Letâs go.âÂ
âÂ
You leaned against the counter, wrapped in a fluffy robe and another towel wrapped around your wet hair, and Bucky was cleaning the cut on your lip.Â
His wounds were all cleaned. It looked like he had used a different shower while you were in here. His long hair was damp and tied into a small bun, with strands of his dark hair falling on either side of his face. He had changed into a tight black t-shirt and PJ trousers. It was frustrating to look at him. Because he looked so damn good.Â
Last time youâd seen him was when he was a twenty year old boy. Heâd changed since. He seemed taller somehow. Or maybe it was just the muscles making him look bigger.Â
You couldnât look away from the metal arm. And the intricate details on it.Â
âAre you hurt anywhere else?â He asked, throwing the used cotton balls and napkins in the trash can.Â
You didnât miss the way he was being gentle all of a sudden. Calm voice, calm movement. Very different from the man whoâd forced you to marry him just hours ago.Â
âNo.â You answered, turning around to look in the mirror. The bruise on your neck was very much visible now. You didnât notice Bucky approaching you again, you didnât notice how close he got, not until he reached out and touched your neck with his warm fingers.Â
And for the first time, he sounded genuine when he said, âIâm sorry. About that.âÂ
You met his eyes through the mirror and remained quiet for a moment. For a brief moment you thought back to that night. What if you hadnât heard him on the phone? What if you had married him back then? Would this be a normal, daily thing? Sharing a bathroom, a bed?Â
âI punched you. Multiple times. This makes us equal.âÂ
Bucky scoffed, then nodded. Then said, âCome to bed when youâre done.â And left you alone in the bathroom.Â
Shit. You stared at yourself in the mirror. What a day. All you wanted was to pay your father a visit and maybe spend some days at home and then fly back to where you came from. Having your fatherâs house be attacked, getting married, and having to share a bedroom with the man who once broke your heart⊠yeah, all that wasnât in the plan.Â
You changed into some comfy PJs Bucky had brought you earlier and walked out into the bedroom. You found Bucky on his phone again, standing by the foot of the bed.Â
âWhich side do you sleep on?â He asked, not looking up from his phone.Â
âUh, right.â You answered, because for some reason now he felt the need to ask for your opinion.Â
Bucky didnât say a word as he moved to the left side of the bed and peeled back the covers before getting in. Like this was just another day. Like this was normal. You awkwardly walked to your side of the bed and just stood there for a moment.Â
âJust get in bed. I wonât touch you.âÂ
He didnât even look at you as he spoke and, well, the lack of attention from him bothered you. Oh what the hell. You pulled the covers and got under them. You curled onto your side, with your back facing him.Â
Soon, you heard him click something and all the lights turned off. You sensed movement behind you but that was it. He didnât touch you. In fact, there was so much distance between you two that your back felt cold. And now that annoyed you as well.Â
You couldnât sleep.Â
An hour went by, you still couldnât sleep.Â
Another hour went by, and now youâd begun tossing and turning so much that you heard Bucky groaning.Â
âWill you stop that?âÂ
âI canât sleep.â You mumbled.
âDonât make it my problem. Stop moving.âÂ
âWow. Some husband you are.âÂ
Silence. Then you felt your body sliding across the bed as Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his warm chest.Â
âWhat theâ,âÂ
âShh.â He cut you off, his warm breath tickling your cheek as he spooned you from behind. âItâs cold. We could both use the warmth. Now go to sleep.âÂ
You scoffed, but didnât move. âYour fancy house doesnât have a thermostat? Fix the temperature.âÂ
âI like this better.âÂ
âI better not find your hands wandering.âÂ
You moved around for a bit, finding a comfortable spot. Then you moved some more and Bucky tightened his arm around you and whispered into your ear, âStop wiggling against my cock. I understand itâs our wedding night and all but Iâm too tired to do anything.âÂ
Your face burned in embarrassment. You tried to put some distance between your bodies, even though you liked his body heat, but thankfully Bucky pulled you right back.Â
âDid I say you can move?â He chided.Â
âWhat now, I need your permission to get comfortable in bed?âÂ
âBrat.âÂ
âAsshole.âÂ
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You didnât know when you fell asleep at night. But the heat from Buckyâs chest definitely helped. It mustâve been that. And in the middle of the night, you mustâve searched for more heat. That was probably the only reason why you woke up and found yourself sprawled all over him, face into the crook of his neck and both your hands under his shirt, legs tangled with his.Â
âYou call me an animal. But look at you. Touching me while I was sleeping.â He mumbled. âShameless.âÂ
You pulled away so fast, but then regretted it. Because now you missed his warmth. You shivered even under the covers. âWould it kill you to keep your damn house a little warmer?âÂ
He just yawned and got out of bed. âGet ready.â He said, âWe might have a guest coming over. And you have to be a good little wife and play host.âÂ
âFuck you.âÂ
âOh you will.â He teased, âSoon.â Then he winked and walked out of the room.Â
Well, he at least was giving you some privacy and let you have this bathroom all to yourself. Screw his and his mind games. First he barges into your house, forces you to marry him, then cuddles you to sleep.Â
You caught yourself frowning multiple times while you showered, did some skin care, and found the closet on the other side of the room. You werenât even surprised when you found a whole section filled with all you could need. All the shoes seemed like they would fit you, all the outfits as well.Â
Nothing fazed you anymore. Not even the fact that your new husband might be a bit of a stalker. How else would he know your underwear size!? And there were drawers full of them.Â
You tried not to worry too much as you got dressed. You were gonna get out of here soon anyway.Â
Once dressed and ready for the day, you got downstairs and immediately heard Buckyâs voice, along with another voice. They were laughing over something. You found out where they were and approached the high-ceilinged, charming, farmhouse-inspired kitchen which blended with a spacious, cosy dining area.Â
The other man had his back to you, but you knew that voice. Even though you hadnât heard it in years.Â
âSam?â You couldnât help but call out, lingering by the large doorway. Bucky remained leaning against the kitchen counter with a coffee mug in his hand, while Sam got up from where he sat at the breakfast counter.Â
He turned around and his familiar, warm brown eyes met yours. He gave you a comforting smile. You, Sam, and Bucky all grew up together, along with some other kids from families similar to yours. And Sam had always been a sweetheart. Youâd missed him.Â
So you didnât even hesitate to walk right into his arms once he opened them, wanting a hug. You squeezed him tight and said, âI thought Iâd never see you again, Sammy!âÂ
Sam hugged you back just as tight, âI canât believe I havenât seen you in almost a decade.â He pulled away to look down at you before giving you a loud kiss on the cheek. Safe to say, he was just as handsome as he was when you left this place. âHow have you been?âÂ
You looked over Samâs broad shoulder and found a broody Bucky. âIâve been better.âÂ
Sam got really serious, and was about to say something but Buckyâs voice rumbled from behind. âThatâs enough hugging and smooching. Sam, stop touching my wife.âÂ
âOoh, your wife.â Sam teased, before letting go of you and letting you walk out of his arms. âFirst of all, why didnât you tell me you two were planning to get married this whole time?â He asked Bucky in an accusatory tone. âMy childhood friends got married and I wasnât even invited.âÂ
Sam sat back down at the breakfast counter, so he didnât see the questioning stare you sent Bucky. So Sam wasnât aware of the circumstances under which you got married? Of course he didnât. Nobody knew, and Bucky wasnât about to tell anyoneÂ
âIt all happened so quickly, Sam.â You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as you said, âBucky was⊠impatient. Even my father didnât have time to prepare much. It all just, you know, happened.â You spoke as you helped yourself to some breakfast, taking a seat at the table where you could see both men well.Â
You didnât miss the way Buckyâs jaws kept clenching and unclenching as you tiptoed the line between telling the truth and lying to Sam.Â
âYeah,â Sam agreed, âI know how impatient he can be.â He glared at Bucky, who shook his head in disbelief.Â
âI take it you two work together now?â You only asked because you remember how the parents would always talk about how wonderful it would be if these two boys worked together. Apparently they made a great team back then.Â
âWe do.â Bucky answered, placing his mug down before turning around and began chopping some things.Â
âYou see,â Sam began explaining in a playful tone. âAfter everything happened, Bucky was all along. Poor little princeling with no guidance and a kingdom to run.â You saw Bucky shaking his head at Samâs words. Sam continued, âSo I knew I had to step in and become his mentor. He wouldnât have survived without me.âÂ
You made a mental note to ask about what âeverythingâ he was referring to, but couldnât help but smile at the camaraderie between them, despite it all. Sam had always been a good company. He was the sun rays filtering through dark clouds, and Bucky was the dark, gloomy day who needed the sunâs brightness.Â
âWouldnât have survived.â Bucky muttered, mocking his friend. âYou helped me train sometimes. You introduced me to people. Thatâs about it.â He clarified, bringing over a bowl of chopped fruit over to you and pushed it towards you without a word said.Â
You liked fruits for breakfast. And you assumed he remembered. But he did it all too casually. As if he did it every day. You didnât want to cause a scene so you accepted the bowl quietly.Â
âThatâs about it?â Sam shook his head, then turned to you. âI took care of him like a parentâ,â
âNo you didnât. YouââÂ
ââand this is how he treats me. I shouldâve let you bleed out from that bullet wound that one time. Maybe you wouldnât be here disrespecting me then.âÂ
You chuckled, clearly on Samâs team. Bucky didnât like that. âWhat about my wife then? Who would be taking care of her?âÂ
âI would.â Sam answered without missing a beat. âWe all know if not you then I was gonna marry her.â He turned to you, knowing damn well he was gonna get a reaction out of Bucky any time now. Sam lived to mess with Bucky after all. He always did, ever since you were all kids. âWouldnât you have married me if Bucky had died?â He asked you with that mischievous smile on his face.Â
âIâ,âÂ
âYou answer that and youâll never see Sam again.â Bucky said, narrowing his eyes at you, before you couldnât get a word out of your mouth.Â
Sam smirked triumphantly.Â
You rolled your eyes at Bucky and looked right at Sam and said, âI wouldâve married you in a heartbeat, Sammy.âÂ
Sam went to grab your hand, surely to bring it up to his lips for a kiss, but Bucky threw a napkin right at him before he could.Â
âYou touch my wife again and I swearâ,âÂ
âMust you always threaten people?â You asked, glaring at Bucky.Â
He glared back. And opened his mouth to say something but Sam cut him off. âHey, hey, kids. No fighting.â He quickly changed the topic, âNow, since you have gotten married and no one was there, how about a party? To announce it to everyone? We could invite the whole city.âÂ
Party. Yeah right. The last time you attended an extravagant party you had your heart broken. Not just broken, but stepped onto and crushed to a pulp.Â
You went to say no, âMaybe we shouldnâtâ,âÂ
But Bucky declared, âAbsolutely we should. After all, we waited almost a decade to marry each other.â He looked right at you as he said that. âItâs time everyone knows youâre finally mine.âÂ
âPerfect!â Sam began planning immediately. He had always been the life of all parties, and he loved them.Â
While you occasionally answered his questions, you didnât stop glaring at your husband while you finished your breakfast. There was something he was hiding. You were certain of it. But what?Â
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A couple days later, it was finally the night of the party.Â
The past few days had been more or less similar. Youâd always wake up sprawled all over Buckyâs chest, and he always made a teasing comment about it. Youâd have breakfast in silence, after which heâd disappear and then heâd come home in the evenings. You never talked while having dinner.Â
The one time you did talk, it didnât end well.Â
You brought it up at dinner. âI tried to go out today. Your people followed me into the city.âÂ
âOur people.â He corrected. Bucky didnât find anything wrong with that apparently because he simply said, âAnd theyâre your security detail. Theyâve been ordered to follow you.âÂ
âSo I donât escape?âÂ
âSo youâre always safe.âÂ
âOh come on. You canât keep me here forever.âÂ
He shrugged, âYouâre not being kept. This is your home, weâre married. This is where you live now.âÂ
You stood up from the table.You didnât care that the housekeepers youâd been recently introduced to could hear. âAnd who are you to make that decision for me?â You asked, in a surprisingly calm tone.Â
He replied in a similar tone. âYour husband.âÂ
You sighed, trying your hardest to keep it all contained. âI have a life, you know? A totally separate life Iâve been living since I left this place. I have to get back to it at some point. You proved your point. Now let me go.âÂ
He ignored all of that. âIâm working on transferring all your businesses and staff here.â He announced. âIâm buying a brand new building in the city, you can have it and set it up however you want. The only thing I canât find is your secret army of highly trained soldiers.âÂ
âYouâll never find my girls.âÂ
âWhyâs that?âÂ
âTheyâre trained to outrun men like you. All men, in fact.â You added, âI made sure of that. I made sure theyâd never be used and moved around like pieces on a chessboard then discarded by people like you.âÂ
âSounds like you speak from experience.âÂ
âFuck you, Barnes.â You spat before walking away.Â
You made sure to sleep on the very edge of the gigantic bed that night, as far away from him as possible. But in the morning, you still woke up snuggled into his chest, on his side of the bed, like youâd been trying to burrow under his skin seeking warmth at night.Â
You didnât speak after that. You made sure to ignore him. Each time you left the house, to go see your father or to just roam around the city youâd missed so much, youâd look in the rear view mirror and find big, bulky SUVs following you around.Â
And here you were now, after days of silent treatment, you stood in front of the large mirror in the closet of your bedroom and watched your reflection. Of course the bastard had chosen an extravagant evening gown for you to wear which looked eerily similar to the one you wore that night for your birthday almost ten years ago.Â
Except this one was much more elegant. And looked a lot like a wedding dress. With its simple square neckline, thin straps, fitted bodice and a majestic skirt. All white and sparkly. The last time you felt like a princess, the night ended terribly. So this time you were afraid to even let yourself appreciate the beautiful woman in the mirror who stared back at you.Â
You kept fidgeting, with the skirt of the dress, watching it swish around. You didnât notice Bucky approaching you from behind. Not until he stood right behind you, his chest brushing against your slight exposed back.Â
He looked⊠unreal in his all black suit. Shiny black tie and a small shiny pin. His hair was perfect as always, and his all black outfit really made his eyes seem bluer than ever. Or maybe it was the lights in this closet that did it. But it made you notice the lines by his eyes, which gave away just how much time had gone by.Â
He was still that bad boy with tattoos whom you had a crush on, who made your race whenever he looked at you. Except now he was older, meaner. And your husband. Whom you hated.Â
Did you?Â
You tensed up when he placed a hand on your waist, right where the bodice and skirt were sewn together. You met his eyes through the mirror, but said nothing. You had no mean words to throw at him this time and neither did he.Â
âYou look beautiful.â He said, leaning in just a little to rest his cheek against your temple.Â
You froze at the soft touch which drove you insane. You must be ovulating, you thought, because there was no way that mere touch was making your heart race like this for no other reason. You began breathing faster, thatâs how fast your heart was racing.Â
You almost leaned into his touch, ready to forget it all just for one moment of warmth. Of peace and quiet. Just one moment to appreciate that you looked beautiful and you had your husbandâs attention and all was well. To appreciate that you two look great together. To stop fighting this weird alchemy between you two which kept drawing you to one another no matter what. But then you remembered.Â
âDo I?â You asked, keeping your voice steady. âYou sure I donât look like a kidâs toy with this ridiculous dress on?âÂ
He remembered too, judging by the look on his face. He looked surprised, then briefly apologetic before settling on a familiar, broody frown. âWhat did I say about being a brat?âÂ
âIâll stop being a brat when you stop being an asshole.â You scoffed. âYou always were so⊠careless. With people. With everything. Always thinking you were above everyone else, ever since we were just kids.â You added, âI hate you.âÂ
He smirked, then grabbed your elbow and turned you around so he could look at you, or glare at you with his ocean blue eyes. âYou didnât hate me back then, did you?â He pushed you against the closest surface, which happened to be a wooden dresser. âYou craved my attention back then. You used to find excuses to hold my hand when we were little. When we got older you used to hate it when I looked at other girls at school. Now look at you. Youâre in my house, you sleep in my bed.â He leaned in, whispering in your ear, âYouâre my wife. Then why do you keep resisting me, hmm?âÂ
âI was stupid back then. Wasted so much time trying to get your attention, and all I ever was to you was a whiny, brattyâ,â You cut yourself off with a surprised gasp as you watched Bucky lower to his knees in front of you, his hands lifting the skirt of your dress. He was rough with it, crumpling it in his strong fists. âWhat are you doing?â You asked, shocked and surprised but not making a move to get away. âYouâ youâre ruining my dress.âÂ
He looked up at you, bunching some of the fabric near your waist and holding the front part of your dress up, pinning the bunched up skirt at your abdomen. As if he wanted toâÂ
Your entire face burned when you realised just how close and intimate this was.Â
âI bought this dress. Iâll ruin it if I want to.â He spoke in that arrogant tone you werenât sure you entirely hated at this moment. âYouâre lucky Iâm not tearing it off of you.âÂ
âAnd youâre lucky Iâm notâ,âÂ
He cut you off by leaning in and kissing your inner thigh. Just like that. As if you werenât on the verge of arguing just now. You were still processing that soft kiss he left on your thigh, and he was already moving to spread your legs apart as he slowly looked up, waiting to see if youâd tell him to stop or push him away.Â
You didnât.Â
His eyes remained focused on your face as his hand reached out and he ran his metal knuckles between your legs, along your wet folds through your thin underwear, making you shudder at his mere touch. You flinched at the cold, but didnât pull away.Â
âYouâre dripping.â He commented, slowly sliding down your underwear. âDoes arguing with me turn you on, baby? Is that why you do it all the time?â He smirked, finally throwing your underwear to the side.Â
You glared at him, opening your mouth to argue yet again but you ended up just letting out a soft moan as you felt his metal fingertips gently trail up and down your legs. He chuckled at how sensitive and responsive you were. Bucky placed a kiss on your inner thigh again and you gasped.
âLooks like you havenât been taken care of in a while.â He said, moving his fingers over your clit, circling it slowly. âHave you?â He sounded like he was accusing you.
âNo.â You hissed, angry at how much you didnât mind his touch. âYou barged in and married me before I could go out and find someone who mightâ,âÂ
âI tolerate you talking to and about Sam because heâs our friend.â He cut you off. âBut if I hear you talking about any other man, I promise I will be committing unnecessary crimes and itâll all be on you.â He paused, glaring at you. âYou hear me?âÂ
You nodded. Fuck he looked good from up here.Â
He held your stare as he leaned in and placed his mouth to your core, giving your clit a firm such before his warm tongue slipped past your folds and teased your dripping hole. One hand holding part of your dress up while the metal one worked in tandem with his tongue, circling your throbbing clit and parting your wet folds with ease.Â
âShouldâve known youâd taste like fucking heaven,â He whispered, almost to himself.Â
You couldnât hold the moans and whimpers in, feeling his stubble rubbing against your soft skin, craving more of it. You couldnât help but slide hesitant fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. âPlease, moreâŠâ You whined.Â
That made him wild. And he ate you out relentlessly, taking his time and learning what worked for you and what didnât, until your legs were shaking and your moans were louder.Â
He slid his fingers, just a knuckle deep inside you and watched how much you loved that. âThat feels good, doesnât it, baby?âÂ
You only whimpered in response.Â
When he was certain you were right on the edge, hips moving in a frantic way which made you grind against his fingers and tongue, only then did he pull away and let go of your dress before standing back up to face you with a condescending smirk.Â
âYou think itâs that easy?â He spoke, but you focused more on the wetness coating his lips rather than his words.Â
You blinked a couple of times to break out of whatever spell heâd just put you under using that damned mouth and fingers of his. Heâd⊠heâd dared bring you right to the edge. But hadnât let you come.Â
You were breathing heavily, feeling hot and tingly all over.Â
He chuckled, enjoying the speechlessness which was rare when it came to you. âIf you want more, then behave tonight. Be good and tell everyone how in love we are and all the nice things, and I promise Iâll take care of you later tonight. Okay?â
You knew what he was doing. He wanted you to tell as many people as possible because the more people knew, the harder it would be for you to sneak out of this place again.Â
He didnât even wait for a response. He just licked his lips clean, shamelessly holding your stare while he did. Then turned to the mirror and fixed his suit before bending down to pick up your discarded underwear. You looked away, embarrassed but waiting for him to hand it to you.Â
Except he didnât. He pocketed it like it was nothing and said, âCome on, our guests are waiting.â Then he walked out of the room like nothing happened. Like he hadnât made you almost lose your mind just minutes ago. Like he didnât have his tongue and fingers inside you. Like he hadnât gotten so close to making you come.Â
Like your heart wasnât still racing even after heâd left the room.Â
Eventually, you calmed down. Fixed your makeup, hair and dress again before heading towards the temporary, clear outdoor party tent Sam had people install in Buckyâs huge backyard. The closer you got, the more it looked straight out of a fairytale. Given the clear walls, you could see the golden lights and decor inside.Â
The chandeliers, the floral arrangements, the tables and the dance floor where people danced with their partners.Â
Speaking of partners, there by the entrance stood a tall, dark figure. Your husband.Â
âTook you a while.â He muttered once you got close enough to him.Â
You stopped by his side and sighed. Then answered in a monotone voice, trying to hide how bothered you were. âWell, some conceited asshole left me to deal with a mess he made so thereâs that.âÂ
Bucky snickered. âDonât act so indifferent. You were dripping all over my tongue and hand just minutes ago.âÂ
âKeep your voice down.â You hissed.Â
âNothing to be ashamed of. Itâs not taboo for a husband to take care of his wife, you know?â He sounded just as annoying as you expected he would.Â
You looked down and noticed he had his elbow extended out for you to take. You took it and spoke once you two began walking into the venue. âIf you think you are getting anywhere near me to take care of me again, husband, you are dead fucking wrong.â You put a fake smile on as people began noticing your arrival and flocked to you.Â
Bucky whispered one last thing into your ear before he left you in the care of the excited, curious, and loud group of ladies coming your way, âOh youâll beg me to touch you soon enough, wife.âÂ
Then he was gone again. Leaving you right on that edge again.Â
Damn him!Â
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You had to give it to Sam, he knew how to organise a party. The decor, the food, the music, the performances, all of it was perfect.Â
He even re-introduced to all the people you might have forgotten while you were gone. And naturally everyone had questions. You repeated the same answers to them all. The same lies.Â
Where were you this whole time? You wanted to do your own thing, and make your own name so you decided to get away from home.Â
Why did you leave right after it was announced that you were to marry Bucky Barnes? Oh your father never said when you were to marry him. He just said you would. Besides, both you and Bucky were too young to marry back then.Â
Did Bucky know you were going to be gone? Of course he did! You two were childhood sweethearts after all. Yes, you did keep in touch this whole time and only fell more and more in love. Yes, distance does make the heart grow fonder and all.Â
Why did the wedding happen so suddenly and in secret? After almost a decade of being far apart from each other, you two could no longer wait anymore. So you eloped the day you came back.Â
There are rumours that your father and Bucky have some kind of tension going on between them, is any of it true? That was the one question you didnât feel too confident about. Because your father never ended up telling you why that was. How did the rivalry start? You lied and said, itâs just because you eloped. Your father wanted to be involved but you were too in love to think straight. So now your father was giving your poor husband a hard time for stealing his little girl.Â
As you paraded around and met everyone, you could feel Buckyâs eyes on you at all times. You didnât have to look to know. You could feel the burning sensation along your back and you just knew he was watching you.Â
And he watched all night. Up until the moment people began leaving and you had no choice but to find him again, not knowing what else to do.Â
âYou lie very well.â He commented, holding his elbow out for you to take again.Â
You did. And also leaned into him a little because you had been standing for too many hours. You decided to ignore the hostility for just a minute. âYes, Iâm a natural.âÂ
âEveryone bought your bullshit about how we are childhood sweethearts turned lovers.â He whispered, turning his head to face you.Â
âWell, you did say to make it believable.âÂ
âOh it is.â He boasted, âEspecially since youâve been looking at me like that the whole night.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, âHow?âÂ
âWith longing, and desire. Youâre all hot and bothered. You crave my tongue back on that throbbing little clit, donât you?âÂ
âYouâre delusional, Barnes.âÂ
âAnd youâre dripping wet for me, Mrs. Barnes.âÂ
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The party ended, and after Sam left you and Bucky made your way back inside the house. Sam, being the angel that he was, had made sure a clean up crew would be here early the next morning so you had nothing to worry about.Â
Not that it should bother you whether or not Buckyâs house is tidy.Â
You had a faint smile on your face as you went about your nighttime routine. Shower, skin care, a quick snack in the kitchen. And while you were downstairs, searching the pantry for something sweet, you saw Bucky near the thermostat.Â
The pantry hid you well, so Bucky didnât see you. But you watched him mess with the temperature. You squinted and realised he was lowering it. The damned bastard was making it colder! No wonder you were freezing each night and woke up each morning snuggled up to him, basking in his warmth.Â
This asshole.Â
You remained in hiding until Bucky left, and this time as you made your way upstairs you vowed you wouldnât reach for his warmth. No matter how cold it got. And he wouldnât get to use you as a personal heated blanket either. Let him freeze.Â
You barely lasted thirty minutes under the covers.Â
And he was quiet and didnât move so you thought he was asleep already as you carefully scooted a little bit closer, trying to feel where he was in the dark. If only this bed wasnât so damn big. You patted around, trying not to move to much as youâÂ
âI can hear you, you know? If you want to cuddle, just say it.âÂ
You stopped moving immediately. âShut up.â You muttered, frowning at him even though he couldnât see it. You could see his faint silhouette in the dark, so you knew when he turned on his side to face you.Â
âWhat is it, wife? You need some warmth on this cold, cold night?â He asked in that mocking tone of his.Â
âNo.â You answered, lying. Because yes you did.Â
He muttered âstubborn bratâ under his breath and then grabbed you and pulled you close until your back was completely pressed against his chest. His warm, comfy chest. You bit back a sigh of relief once you felt his body heating wrapping you in a cocoon.Â
âI saw you messing with the thermostat.â You admitted.Â
âOh?â
âYes. You make it cold on purpose.âÂ
âOh no.â He mocked. â Why didnât you fix it then?â He asked, and it hit you how childish this was. He leaned in just enough so that his lips brushed against your cheek when he spoke. âCould it be that you like cuddling with me?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
He scoffed, finally wrapping his arms around you, but you hissed upon feeling his metal arm on your body. Â
âItâs cold.âÂ
âWarm it up for me then.âÂ
âWhatââÂ
You stopped talking the moment Bucky grabbed one of your legs and hooked it on top of his, spreading your legs to make room for his hand as you both remained on your sides, with him spooning you from behind.Â
His metal hand found itself sliding into your shorts, past your underwear and he cupped you with such confidence and authority that you couldnât help leaning into and grinding into his touch. His other hand slid under your pillow and down so he could grab and give your breast a firm squeeze.Â
Fuck. His hands felt like they were touching you everywhere.Â
âI told you Iâd take care of you if you behaved.â He whispered into your ear. âTime for a little reward, wife.âÂ
He slid two fingers inside you, you gasped at the feeling of him being knuckles deep inside you. You whined as he stretched you a little, moving his fingers around until your hips were moving on their own, trying to get him to move some more.Â
He chuckled. âThat feels good?â He murmured into your ear.Â
His voice, his warmth, the softness of his embrace, the unhurried way his fingers were moving in and out of you, sliding over your clit and stroking your walls like he had all the time in the world.Â
Your hands wrapped around his metal wrist, keeping his hand in place as you rode his fingers the way you wanted. Hips moving forward and causing his fingers to slide in and out, while you moaned and whimpered.Â
His lips brushed against your cheek over and over again as he whispered against your skin, âSee how nice it is when you behave? Hmm? You can have me whenever you want, baby. Just be good for me, and Iâll do anything for you.âÂ
The animosity between you was forgotten at this moment. Here, in this dark room the past didnât matter for a few minutes. Nothing mattered, just that you wanted something and he was giving it to you.Â
His thumb caressed your clit, teasing it a little more until you cried out, âBucky, pleaseâŠâÂ
He froze. You did too. Then he chuckled and said, âSo all is takes is a little finger fucking and now you have manners and you call me by my name?â He sounded just as annoyingly playful as you knew he would.Â
âOh fuck you!â You spat, then immediately let out a loud moan as he sped up and really fucked you with his fingers until you were a whimpering mess. âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâÂ
âWhat did I say, huh?â He hissed. âKeep acting like a fucking brat and youâll be treated like one.â He kept his fingers moving in and out of you. âI planned on really taking care of you tonight, but you know what? This is all youâre gonna get.âÂ
Your moans and whimpers got louder and louder until you began clenching around his fingers, coming undone with a loud cry of his name. Body shaking and your hips grinding down on his hand as you savoured the last moments of your orgasm before he pulled out and pulled away from you.Â
You thought heâd go right back to sleep but then you felt him get out of bed. âWhere are youâ,âÂ
âIâll fix the temperature.â He mumbled, sounding annoyed. Rightfully so. âGo to sleep.âÂ
And that was the last you heard or saw of him until the morning because you passed out right after. You didnât even know if he returned to bed or not. Not that you cared much.Â
Right?Â
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Things changed after that night.Â
A lot changed actually. Bucky had, miraculously, managed to uproot ten years of your life from elsewhere and planted it right here in the city. He took you to the building heâd been getting ready for you and it sure was something. You didnât know what you expected but a brand new skyscraper was not what you had in mind.Â
The day he handed over papers and keys and gave you a tour of the huge building was the first time you felt a shift in this⊠bond you shared with him.Â
âThank you.â You simply said as you both stepped into the shiny elevator so he could take you all the up to the top floor, to show you to your new office.Â
Bucky slid his hands in his pockets and turned to face you. âYou think being nice equals sexual favours from me, wife?âÂ
You couldâve told him to shut it. Or told him to go get fucked. But he was trying to be good to you, wasnât he? Even after all he did, he wanted you next to him for some unknown reason and frankly you were tired of resisting. Your entire life was here now anyway. It wouldnât hurt to⊠try. Would it?Â
So instead you answered with, âDoesnât it?âÂ
Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, searching for the catch. He didnât find any so he said, âWeâll see about that.âÂ
And that night he followed you into the shower and kissed you hard under the falling water. âI see you behaved yourself today.â He whispered against your mouth.Â
You pulled him closer by grabbing his neck and said, âDo I get a reward then?âÂ
He didnât say anything, just kissed you hard again and walked the two of you backwards until your back collided with the cold clear glass of the shower cubicle. Then he pulled away, looked down into your eyes. His own filled with lust and hunger as he asked, âYouâre gonna let me fuck you?âÂ
You nodded quickly before saying, âYes. Please.âÂ
He didnât waste a single moment. He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it to his hip, spreading you open. He kissed you senseless again while he pushed inside of you. You moaned into the kiss as he filled you up, his cock stretching you out, making you whine and whimper as he slow fucked you.Â
âFuckâŠâ He breathily moaned against your open mouth while he moved against you. Pushing deeper, in and out of you until your moans and whimpers got louder and louder. The sound of the water falling from the shower drowned out most of it, so he fucked you until you moaned loud enough that he could hear you over the falling water.Â
âPlease,â You cried out. Weeks of frustration wanting to be let out. âPlease, BuckâŠâ Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, and you held on while he fucked you.Â
Bucky almost froze again at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips. But he maintained his composure and sped up into you, feeling your walls clenching around him, gripping his cock.Â
âYouâve been good today,â He said, noticing the way you clenched around him hard at the sound of praise. âYou didnât talk back, not once. Is it because you wanted this cock, baby?âÂ
You whined in response. Feeling his damp skin rubbing against yours, and for a brief moment you wanted to live in this moment forever.Â
âOh, poor baby.â He gave you a messy, heated kiss then said, âItâs all yours, you know? You just have to ask nicely. And you can have it whenever you want.âÂ
âPleaseâŠâ You begged again, your pride nowhere in sight. âPlease, Bucky.âÂ
âCome for me, babyâŠâ He breathed against your skin. His hands held you in place as he pounded into you. âCome for me.âÂ
You did, moaning so loud it was all he heard as he came right after you.Â
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It became a daily thing over the next few weeks. Youâd seek Bucky out at random times during the day or more often right when heâd get into bed at night.Â
âWere you good today, wife?â He asked, his hands already moving all over you trying to undress you as fast as he could.Â
âYes,â You breathed into his ear, your hands touching him all over his tattooed chest. âI even made you breakfast, remember?âÂ
âThose burnt pancakes count?âÂ
You shut him up by kissing him, pulling him down onto the bed and straddling him, then proceeded to ride him until you were both moaning and spent, too tired to move.Â
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Things got⊠playful.Â
Oftentimes youâd catch yourself wondering why you werenât actively working to get out of here. But your whole life was here now. Work, your family, and your husband. You didnât hate Bucky as much as you thought you would. Just a few months ago you wanted to kill him on sight but nowâŠÂ
âI saw the new building you work at. He bought you that?â Your father asked one morning when you went over to join him for breakfast.Â
You cleared your throat and answered, âHe did. He moved everything here. My businesses, my staff, all of it.âÂ
âAnd the girls?â He asked, referring to the infamous, feared, and fierce army you had raised and trained over the last ten years.Â
âMy girls are free to go wherever they want to.â You let pride fill you as you thought of them. âBesides, they donât have to be here for me to know I can always count on them. Theyâre just a phone call away.â You explained. âPlus they have work to do. People to save, women to recruit. You know, the usual.âÂ
âIâm proud of you, you know?âÂ
You smiled at your father. Then a few moments passed and you couldnât help but ask, âWhat happened after I left? Where is the rest of Buckyâs family?âÂ
Your father looked surprised. âHe didnât tell you?âÂ
âTell me what?âÂ
Your father shook his head. âIt doesnât matter now. Theyâre all gone anyway. Plus the boy, he⊠he treats you right, doesnât he?âÂ
You nodded. Then left it at that. You wanted a peaceful morning with your father, you didnât want to ruin it by insisting he tell you about whatever it was that he wanted to keep in the past.Â
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But it bothered you, knowing that something happened while you were gone that you knew nothing about and everyone refused to tell you about it.Â
All except one man. Your beloved friend, Sam.Â
He showed up one morning, demanding to see Bucky.Â
âHe said he has an important phone call to attend to. With someone named Steve. Heâs been outside for over an hour now,â You explained to Sam, who stood at the foyer looking disappointed, âIt looks like heâll be out for quite some time.âÂ
Sam frowned, and sighed. âHe said to come over for a round of golf.â He sounded like heâd been betrayed. âEver since he started doing business and being friendly with that Steve guy,â Sam complained, âThat bitch has been trying to steal my best friend.âÂ
You chuckled and grabbed his hand to lead him further into the house. âIâm sorry my husband ruined your playdate, Sammy. But you can hang out with me.âÂ
Sam reluctantly agreed only after you promised to make him blueberry muffins. He liked those ever since you were kids.Â
He agreed to help, and you both had a nice, comfortable conversation going while you worked. You caught yourself shaking your head a few times thinking about how just a few months ago if someone had told you youâd be in Buckyâs kitchen making muffins you wouldnât believe it.Â
But here you were now.Â
Then Sam casually said, âIâm glad you two worked it out, you know? Youâre so perfect for each other. Even back when we were kids, remember how everyone used to tease you two and say you would surely marry one another?â He laughed. âI mean after he told me all about how you heard him on the phone with me by the pool, I was worried you might never clear up the misunderstanding.â He chuckled, keeping his eyes down as he lined the muffin tin so didnât see the way you froze. Sam continued, âI thought thatâs why you left when I heard about your sudden disappearance. Butââ
You cut him off, heart racing as memories of that night came flooding back in. âSam⊠what do you mean on the phone with you?âÂ
Sam looked up, frowning. âThat night of your twentieth birthday. Remember how you found Bucky by the pool? He was on the phone with me that night. He was so angry when he told me what his family was planning to do to yours, how they were going toâ,â Sam cut himself off as the realisation set in. âDid he not tell you the truth?âÂ
Your heart pounded. Something was wrong.Â
âTell me what truth?âÂ
Samâs eyes softened. âOh, I shouldnât be the one toâ,â
âSammy, please.â You begged in a whisper. âEven my father refuses to tell me anything. I have the right to know. What happened?âÂ
Sam tried his hardest to make sense as he told you everything in a rush. âLook, something went wrong back then. Buckyâs family began siding with the rivals and they were trying to take your father down. They tricked your dad into thinking that getting you and Bucky married would be a good idea and well, your father chose to believe his friends so he made that announcement at the party.â Sam sighed, âBut Buckyâs family were planning something really bad. They were going to use the wedding as an excuse to gather all your family in one place and⊠end all of you. Just so theyâd be able to expand their territory. Bucky found out about this plan and he was pissed. So that night, he called me. To vent.âÂ
You felt your eyes begin to water.Â
Sam continued. âBut then you found him. I remember him whispering to me that you were doing a terrible job at hiding behind a plant or some shit. Then your huge gown gave away your hiding spot. But given you were listening, Bucky decided heâd get you annoyed enough to have you at least try to call off the wedding which would buy us some time to figure out what to do. Thatâs when he began saying those things about you. Trying his hardest to sound like he truly did not want to marry you.â Sam sighed, âI mean there might have been a better way of doing it rather than fake dialogues on a phone call, but we were twenty year old boys. We didnât know better. We didnât know youâd write that note and just disappear.âÂ
What the actual fuck.Â
âSamâŠâ You whispered in disbelief.Â
He shook his head. âPlease tell me you didnât truly believe all that. He lied when he said those things that night, you know? Bucky liked you ever since we were kids. You don't remember how he used to get mad at me whenever I was around you for too long? How he always ignored your hiding spots when we played just so youâd win at hide-and-seek? You donât remember how he used to bully your stupid boyfriends as we got a older?âÂ
You couldnât believe any of this. But Sam would never lie to you.Â
âWait,â Sam put the pieces together. âSo you didnât know about any of this?âÂ
You closed your eyes and sighed, âI didnât. I heard all the things he said that night and⊠I had spent my entire life loving him and I thoughtâŠâ You sighed. âI was young and stupid and heartbroken so I just left.â Then you explained. âI got back recently, Bucky made this whole show of raining down bullets at my fatherâs house and, well, we kinda got married that same day, in my fatherâs destroyed foyer.âÂ
âYou didnât talk to each other this whole time?â Sam was in disbelief. âOh for fuckâs sake. And I thought Bucky just never mentioned you while youâve been gone because⊠well, heâs not exactly good at the whole heart to heart thing. Heâs Bucky.âÂ
Your surprise morphed into anger really quickly. âI need to find my husband.â You said, quickly walking out of the kitchen.Â
Sam yelled behind you, âI'm gonna take this muffin batter and go before he shoots me after he finds out I told you all this!âÂ
You just yelled back, âBye Sammy, I love youâ
Samâs voice sounded distant as he yelled back, âDonât let him hear you!âÂ
You ran out to the back, where Bucky said he would be. And you found him by the pool. Again. The sight of him standing there gave you dĂ©jĂ -vu. Except he wasnât your twenty-year old crush, in a black suit, arguing with who turned out to be Sam, on the night of your birthday anymore.Â
He was older now, your husband, wearing dark trousers and a loose white-button up shirt, standing by the pool with the sun setting behind him. You stood on the patio, for a second more, admiring him. The metal hand casually shoved in his pocket and his heavily tattooed arm held a phone to his ear.Â
You called out, no longer containing your anger. âYou absolute piece of shit!âÂ
Bucky looked towards you and just frowned, before rolling his eyes. Then said on the phone, âHang on a minute, Steve. My wifeâs angry at me again.â He lowered the phone to his chest and whispered to you, âWhat is it this time?âÂ
âHow long were you going to keep the truth from me?â You accused him. âWhy didnât you just tell me?âÂ
He raised the phone to his ear again and said, âIâll call you later Steve, something came up.â Then he hung up, tossed his phone onto one of the lounge chairs before turning to face you again. âDonât get madââ
âStop telling me what to do!âÂ
He sighed. âDid Sam tell you anything? I saw his car coming in earlier.âÂ
You hissed, âOh leave him alone! Heâs a good man who doesnât lie to me!âÂ
Bucky shook his head, understanding that you knew all about what heâd been hiding, and too calmly said, âThey were gonna kill you. All of you. Not just your family members, but the guards, the family friends, the members of your family who arenât even in this life â all of you. I had to do something. My folks were wrong, I couldnât let innocent people die just because my family got too power hungry.âÂ
You took a step forward, âWhy didnât you tell me before I left? I wouldâve talked to someone.âÂ
âWe barely even talked to each other as we got older. I thought you wouldnât believe me.âÂ
âBut you couldâve at least tried to say something!âÂ
He was quiet for a moment. Then said, âI came to see you the next day.â He confessed. âThe morning after the party. But your father had found your note and youâd already left. You never mentioned exactly why you left in the note, so I let him think it was because of me.â He explained, âSince there would be no wedding I didnât have to worry anymore. But the threat remained. So I goaded your father into a fight. He took the bait and tried to shoot at me. He missed, of course. But enough people heard about it so he ended up declaring war against my family.âÂ
He paused. You listened quietly.Â
âNo one knew it was all because of me. But at least from then on, your father was more cautious. And he began hating my folks. And they couldnât keep pretending to be his friend for much longer either. All the truth began spilling out. Soon the city was divided and the attacks began. Allies became enemies, just like that.âÂ
You were quiet. Processing everything. All of that shit happened and you were not aware.Â
For some reason, you asked, âDuring those attacks⊠Is that when you lost your arm?â
You only realised youâd been stepping closer and closer to him when he raised said metal arm and touched your cheek gently. He smiled and said, âNo, baby. That was a different time.âÂ
You had a tear sliding down your face. He wiped it away. âWhat happened then?â You asked.Â
âMy folks didnât stand a chance. Your father was not only angry and betrayed, but he was also sad that he lost you because of them, or me.â Bucky explained. âIt got⊠really bad. Your father lost a lot of his guys. Then he got angrier. So he stopped responding to the petty attacks and came after my folks directly.âÂ
âHe killed them?â They were his friends once.Â
Bucky said, âHe still doesnât know I helped him all the way until the end.âÂ
âBut he spared you.âÂ
Bucky smirked. âHe just could never catch me.âÂ
âBut your familyâŠâ Bucky went against his own you realised.Â
âThey were bad people. Not just because of what they planned to do to you butâŠâ He sighed. âThey were doing bad things in the background. Dealing in substances, and people.â He spared you the gory details.Â
But you understood. Â
âWhy didnât you tell me all this that day we got married?âÂ
âYou wouldnât have believed me. You had just spent ten years hating me.â He shrugged. âBut hey, it kept you safe.âÂ
You stepped closer to him, feeling tired with all that you felt inside you. âSo you never meant the things you said that night?âÂ
Bucky pulled you close, cupping your face in his hands. âI have loved you my entire life. I never stopped.âÂ
You sniffled, looking up into his pretty eyes. âWe lost so much time. I spent years hating you for nothing.â It hurt thinking about it.Â
He smiled at you, âI shouldâve thought it through better. But I was young and rash, and my family threatened to kill the girl I loved. I thought I was doing the right thing by pushing you away.â He sighed. âI just didnât think I was going to lose you for almost a decade. I was always aware of where you were and what you did in life in those years. I was so proud of everything you did, the name you made for yourself. But I couldnât reach you. You were angry and you hated me. So I waited. And then you came back and⊠I needed you with me. Iâm sorry, I couldnât wait any longer.âÂ
You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as you let the tears fall quietly.Â
âShh,â He whispered, running a comforting hand down your back. âItâs okay now, Iâm here. Weâre okay.âÂ
âIâve been mean to you.â You whispered. âIâm sorry.âÂ
He chuckled quietly, âAnd I shot at your fatherâs house. Weâre equal.âÂ
âI⊠I love you too, you know?â You sniffled.Â
Bucky pulled away so he could look down at your teary face. âSorry to say this, wife, but this isnât half as romantic as the first time you told me you loved me.âÂ
You frowned. âWhat?â Did you talk in your sleep? Oh no. Did you? âWhen did I say it?âÂ
âWe were seven, playing in the hedge maze in your fatherâs backyard.â He smiled, thinking about that day. âHe had just had a new water fountain placed in there, and you wanted to show it to me. You must have thought it was pretty and that I needed to see it too. Then you dragged me all the way there and told me you loved me.â He smirked, âSeven-year old you would be disappointed in you right now.âÂ
A chuckle escaped your lips at the faded memory. âI wish we could go back in time.âÂ
âWell, we canât. But we can have the rest of our lives together.âÂ
You sniffled again, wiped your tears. Then nodded, and leaned in for a kiss. Deepening it the moment he kissed you back. Your fingers found their way into his longish hair and you gently tugged at his roots.Â
He smiled into the kiss when you whispered against his lips, âI like you with long hair.âÂ
âI see youâre being nice again,â He murmured in between kisses, âDoes my wife need something?âÂ
You giggled this time. âI want you, Buck. Just you.âÂ
âYou have me.â He said. âAlways.â
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The enemies to lovers in me wants me to make an enemies to lovers AU of payneland, but they wouldnât be enemies to begin with if they just fucking talked to each other. (Charles doesnât like Edwin cause he looks stand off-ish/know-it-all â maybe he did something accidentally condescending â and Edwin doesnât like Charles cause Charles doesnât like him.)
Edwin gets bullied or insulted or something for being gay and of course Charles canât have that, then Edwin helps patch him up because at the end of the day heâs kind to a fault, and now theyâre both confused. Edwin stubbornly refuses to do anything about it because obviously Charles still doesnât like him he just hates homophobia more. Duh.
And Charles has to consult with his friends (Niko and Crystal) about this guy heâs been borderline fueding with, but also he patched him up??? Niko, upon hearing Edwinâs name, immediately goes, âEdwin? As in Edwin Payne?! Oh my god! I havenât seen him in years!!â Turns out Edwin is her childhood friend or something and Oh Noâąïž, Charles has been fighting his close friendsâ childhood friend! Over an assumption!!
Next time he sees Edwin he cringes because. Well. Itâs just kinda awkward now. But Edwin doesn't really pick up on this and holds his usual cold, distant, haughty attitude; and gets taken off guard when Charles is like, âUm. I think we got off on the wring foot. My bad.â Insert slowburn, Charles falls first Edwin falls harder. (Yes, Charles is actively flirting with Edwin.)
#tetris belies itâs wisdom upon thee#DBDA#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#payneland
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Summer House
Coming sometime in 2024
Explicit đ NO minors allowed
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Series tags: is it even going to be a series? Who knows đ€·đ»ââïž | childhood friends to enemies(ish) to lovers | virgin!Reader | college AU | infidelity | summer romance angst | probably will be a very open ending, you've been warned | no physical descriptions of Reader
I tried to fight it, I really did. I was convinced that I didn't have the time or the headspace to start a fic, and I still am not entirely convinced otherwise, but this idea just won't leave me alone.
It's literally been a year since I teased this fic (I've already written a soulmates AU of it before the fic was even written lmao), and it has pivoted, so it's not exactly the same idea as it was when I first conceived it. It's 'edgier' than my other fics, we're going full in messy with this one besties (inspired by none other than my love @imaswellkid).
I can't promise when this will be written, and I don't know what form it will take or how long it will be, but I've scribbled down dialogue and scenes and they're just playing and replaying behind my eyelids when I try to go to sleep. I'm itching to get it down on metaphorical paper.
For now, a roughly edited sneak peek:
You should know better. You know you shouldnât. Not when itâs your first time, not when his girlfriend is asleep in his bed two floors above, not to mention the rest of the guys - what they would say, what they would do if they ever find out -
But itâs Frankie. Your Frankie. Not that it matters heâs not actually yours. Not when heâs staring down at you the way he is right now, teeth catching his full bottom lip, sleep-tousled curls brushing those eyes youâd know anywhere.
#summer house series#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie morales x you#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x f!reader#frankie morales x fem!reader#frankie morales smut#frankie morales imagine#frankie catfish morales#francisco morales
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BLIND DATE â JAMIE TARTT
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pairing: jamie tartt x reader
description: you and jamie never saw eye to eye. when keeley offers to set you up on a blind date and itâs him that turns up, youâre irritated. but youâre soon to find out that maybe sheâs right⊠maybe he has changed.
warnings: enemies to lovers if you squint bc thereâs not much angsty content itâs more implied, swearing, alcohol consumption, fluff at the end because thatâs my mf baby
authorâs note: i live and breathe enemies to lovers jamie tartt content so this is sooo self indulgent and fluffy ish at the end.
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âYou have got to be fuckinâ kidding me?â
Youâd already been reluctant when Keeley Jones begged you to let her set you up with someone she knew.
Your best friend had been going on at you about needing to âget yourself out thereâ for ages now â and the only reason you had given in to her request was so that sheâd back off a bit.
But now, as the one and only Jamie fucking Tartt approached your table, your dress felt especially clingy and your palms felt especially sweaty.
âY/N,â Jamie smirked, having always enjoyed getting under your skin, âYou look fucking stunninâ, and really fucking happy to see me.â
You rolled your eyes as he sat down, âWhy the hell would Keeley set me up with you of all people?â
Jamie pushed his hair out of his face, and you couldnât help but take his whole look in as he removed his jacket and adjusted his shirt.
Okay, he may have been a massive prick â but not even you could deny that he wasnât exactly a chore to look at. Just a chore to listen to.
âSee, Y/N, I hear ya voice complaining,â he quipped, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm as his other hand waved over a waiter, âBut youâre still checking me out. Like what you see, eh?â
Before you had a chance to snap back at the walking irritant in front of you, the waiter was at your table taking your drinks orders.
A large glass of wine to cool your nerves would do nicely was what you had decided before heâd arrived â but now a bottle seemed more appropriate.
Of course, when you asked for this Jamie just smiled smugly, âYeah, you know what? Me ân the lady will share. Bring us your most expensive bottle of Pinot Grigio, yeah?â
You tried not to cringe at his mispronunciation.
You sighed, sipping at the table water youâd already been brought as the waiter nodded and rushed away.
âNow where were we, love?â
âYou were being arrogant, I was still trying to figure out how Iâve ended up sat opposite you⊠Just like old times.â
Jamie scoffed, âOh no, I was simply observinâ that you checked me out. Donât worry, love, I was checking you out too. Like I said, youâre stunninâ.â
You hated that he could so obviously see his words had affected you â a crimson blush immediately staining your cheeks as he quirked his eyebrow in acknowledgement.
âI can think that youâre attractive and still think youâre a prick, Jamie,â you shrugged, a small smile on your lips as he screwed up his face, âI do have eyes.â
He licked his lips, âSee, makinâ progress already. Never admitted you fancy me before, but if it helps, love, I fancy you too.â
You scoffed again, âI said youâre attractive, not that I fancy you.â
âSame thing,â he shrugged, leaning further forward, âLook, I know you think Iâm a twat, but Iâve been working on how not to be.â
You looked at him for a moment, not sure what to make of his words.
Heâd always been an egotistical arse, always convinced he was Godâs gift to earth, and his shameless flirting whilst also being an arsehole had always just grated on you.
Youâd had some semblance of a crush on him once, almost admiring his confidence (and of course how gorgeous he was) but his attitude had led you to a prickling disdain for the man instead.
He knew he got under your skin, so he would flirt outrageously and nitpick at things you did and said to piss you off and rile you up.
Keeley had insisted he took the whole childhood âif theyâre mean to you they like youâ bollocks all too seriously, but youâd brushed that off considering the fact that he was still very much lapping up any and all female attention he received elsewhere.
Given that you only attended events as Keeleyâs friend, it hadnât been hard to avoid him since â deciding that it wasnât worth letting him get to you.
âSo Keeleyâs been saying,â you narrowed your eyes, âI know you flirt with, like, anything that breathes, but Iâm surprised youâre not more disappointed by her decision to set us up.â
It was Jamieâs turn to scoff now, his eyes never leaving yours as you felt suddenly shy under his close watch.
âShe didnât set us up, I asked her to.â
You furrowed your brows, confused as to why the fuck heâd do that. Sure, heâd flirted with you before but you were certain it was just to piss you off.
âWhat?â
âI knew you didnât like me, âcos you only know the old Jamie Tartt,â he pouted, and you fought the urge to chuckle, âSo I asked her to pretend it was just some mate of hers she wanted to send you on a blind date with. Just to see if youâd give me a chance, ya know?â
You were almost touched by his words, but still remained wary about his intentions, âWhyâ what made you that determined for a date with me?â
He laughed, a big loud laugh that drew the attention of many surrounding tables.
The waiter returned now, interrupting you again.
He poured you both a glass of wine and placed down the wine cooler as you and Jamie thanked him whilst never looking away from each other.
âFor the third time tonight, youâre fuckinâ stunning Y/N. And I like that you never took my shit back then. Just figured it was time to try me luck and see if yaâd change your mind about me,â if you didnât know him better, youâd think he was nervous, ââS why Keeleyâs been talkinâ me up to you so much. Sheâs known Iâve had a thing for you for, like, ages.â
You were gobsmacked â not only by his confession, but the sincerity his voice held.
âWhyâve you not reached out sooner, then? I havenât seen you in months, not since the last charity gala,â you bit your lip.
You remembered that night very well, given that youâd almost shared a drunken kiss with him until you came to your senses and left the party.
He only smirked again, âYou remember the exact last time we saw each other, huh?â
âJamieâŠâ
âAlright, alright,â he raised his hands in defeat, âI was gutted you didnât kiss me at that party, even though itâs fair that you didnât. Keeley told me you deserved better than how Iâd been treating you, but that she knew if I got me shit together weâd make a good couple. So I waited âtil me shit was, well, together. And now here we are. With my shit sorta together.â
You were almost speechless, âJamieâ thatâs, well, thatâs actually really sweet.â
He rolled his eyes with a smile, âGlad ya think so, love. Been hard as fuck and Iâve almost called you a fuck load of times, too, but Keeley and Roy have been really good with helping and that.â
Now you were really surprised, âRoyâs been helping you work on yourself? Fuckinâ hell, things must have changed since I last saw you!â
Jamie laughed, pursing his lips as he shrugged and let out a breathy sigh, âHe wonât admit it but weâre, like, friends now. Donât tell him I said that though. Heâd go fuckinâ mental.â
âOh I know,â you chuckled, âBut I hope youâve been doing this for yourself as well, not just trying to change to make other people happy.
The smile on his face spread warmth through your chest, and you could feel the walls youâd built up to protect yourself from Jamieâs old self beginning to crumble.
Your face was lit with a smile now, a wide and sincere smile that you could tell boosted his confidence about this whole elaborate plan.
âNah, itâs been good,â he nodded, âAnd youâve never smiled at me like that, not even when we first met and you were trying to be nice before I fucked things by being all Jamie Tartt. So Iâd say itâs, like, more than worth it, to be fair.â
Your smile only widened at that, and his matched it almost exactly.
âI donât even know what to say at this point, but Iâd be lying if I said Iâm not actually glad Iâm here now,â you bit your lip, maintaining steady eye contact with him and placing your hand on the table.
He was quick to place his own hand atop yours, ââM really glad to hear it, Y/N. Can we treat this like a fresh start or whatever? Like a real blind date? Want to show you Iâve changed properly, that Iâm a new Jamie.â
You giggled, poking your thumb out to rub the back of his hand with it, âSure. Iâm Y/N Y/L/N, and itâs nice to meet you. Sorry if this is forward but you look really good tonight, stranger.â
He beamed like a proud child at those words, âJamie Tartt. You look fuckinâ phenomenal, Y/N. Since weâve like, never met, this might be weird,â you rolled your eyes with a laugh at how seriously he was taking the starting over thing, âBut I hope this ainât our only date.â
âPlay your cards right, Jamie Tartt, and it wonât be,â you smiled, standing up and leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheekbone.
âBecause, and I canât believe Iâm saying this, I hope it isnât either.â
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eeeee i hope you enjoyed that, i love jamie tartt a ridiculous amount so couldnât help myself ! hereâs my masterlist if you want to read more of my jamie fics or any of my other stuff!
also kinda feeling a part two where youâre secretly dating and turn up to a richmond squad event with him? let me know if u would like that!!!
#ted lasso#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt fluff#soft jamie tartt#ted lasso imagines#ted lasso imagine
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ONLY FOOLS FALL FOR YOU. ( alhaitham x reader )
â°â†some feelings came to haunt you after ten years since the last time you saw him.
pairings â alhaitham x fem!reader.
warnings â rivals / enemies to lover ish, slow burn, reader and alhaitham are in their middle twenties, reader has a pyro vision and is also a dancer and actress, reader is also the daughter of a genshin character, angst and a bit of fluff (happy ending of course but they're idiots in love).
word count â 8.1k
notes â june is back with another long fic for genshin! this one was supposed to be posted ages ago but i only had the time to do it now. i hope you guys will enjoy! reblogs and feedbacks are appreacited <3
lesser lord kusanali was a forbidden matter in your house, but you were sure she was the one who pushed you to be what you were today.Â
being the daughter of the newest sage in sumeru had its perks, but you hated it. you hated the expectations everyone put on yourself, of how you should follow in your fatherâs footsteps and join the akademiya â everyone was sure you already had your vacancy there, with how important your father became in such a few moments after his promotion as a sage. but you never cared for scholar subjects, not in the way your two childhood friends did.Â
alhaitham and kaveh had different interests, but they could enroll in the akademiya with no problem, because their line of study was actually respected by the sages and other scholars. yours, on the other hand, was looked down on and made fun of by every single one of your fatherâs, and him too, friends. as much as you tried not to look crestfallen when you heard them talking about the performers of the grand bazaar, alhaithamâs hand always managed to find yours when he was present in such gatherings â and you hoped that, when he wasnât around, nobody would notice the change in your behavior.Â
the arts were what called you: music, dancing, acting.
you could see yourself becoming a performer at the grand bazaar, dancing and acting for the honor of the dendro archon. the applause and excited screams of the audience were what you wanted to pursue, and not false wishes and the quietness of the akademiya. you thrived when alhaitham and kaveh, albeit forced by you, watched your makeshift plays about the archons and the dances you created in your head. you were aware they pitied you â kaveh with his dreams of being an architect and alhaithamâs love for all kinds of knowledge were much more suitable for sumeru city than your passions for the arts.Â
thatâs why you never expected them to support you in your decision of going against your fatherâs wishes to join the akademiya, and running away to the grand bazaar to join a theater troupe at the age of fifteen, inspired by a dream you had with the archon of your nation.Â
it has been almost ten years, but you still remembered your fatherâs harsh words as if it had happened just yesterday â of how much of a disappointment you were for the family, how he would be able to explain to his peers and your future master that you decided to throw away the bright future it has been given to you, how ungrateful you were and how other people wished they were on your shoes. your mother remained quiet the whole time, but you never expected her support, too. she always agreed with everything your father used to say, almost brainwashed by the luxuries he displayed in front of her. in a way, she was, and the disappointed looks on their faces werenât hurtful or a surprise for you.Â
although, what hurt the most was alhaithamâs reaction.Â
you had feelings from him ever since you knew what romantic love was, but they could never blossom into something more now, that you planned to run away from your home and probably never see your friends and family again.Â
kaveh was aware of this too, being your confidant and best friend, trying to persuade you to not give up on everything â alhaitham and the akademiya, but you couldnât pretend happiness in doing something you hated just because of feelings you didnât even know if it was reciprocated. if alhaitham really liked you, he would respect your wishes and want your happiness before anything else.
it seemed like he didnât, having the same reaction as your father â but his words were the ones who brought you to tears, his voice harsher and colder than youâve ever heard growing up at his side, breaking your heart and cutting your skin like the blade he used to train. you almost gave up on your convictions and stayed in your home and went to the akademiya like your father wished, just to see him looking down at you with anything but the hatred dancing in his eyes.Â
but you could not. not when lesser lord kusanali appeared to you in a dream, only to tell you to follow your dreams. you could not turn your back against your god and not do what she wished â she was the god of wisdom, and you trusted her judgment.Â
and thatâs why you turned your back to him, running away from your feelings for him and burying them in the deepest part of your heart. though, from time to time, you wondered what happened to him â did he and kaveh become scholars and follow their dreams just like yourself? how was the akademiya treating them? were they happy? had alhaitham found someone he loved more than his books?Â
you knew such an answer would break your heart even more, but the agony of not knowing was much more worse.Â
the grand bazaar welcomed you as if you were a lost daughter returning home after many years, and the zubayr theater became your new family. you were finally at the place you were destined to be, doing what you loved â captivating the audience with your movements and expression, bringing the toughest of men to his knees in broken sobs by your performances. the stage for you was like the library to the scholars of the akademiya, and you learned more and more every day you performed.Â
you weren't alone there, having the company of nilou, your fellow dancer and actress who shared the same passion for the arts and love for the dendro archon, and, despite the age difference between the both of you, you two become fast friends â more than friends you came to notice one day, because the younger girl became like a little sister to you in just a few months of knowing each other. and you couldnât be happier by following the words of lesser lord kusanali, thanking her every day for whispering her wisdom for you in your dreams.Â
your days were spent rehearsing and performing, sometimes helping the merchants in the grand bazaar and planning more and more plays with your peers of the zubayr theater. it was like an act of resistance, almost, the performances you did â the people of sumeru were fond of the troupeâs plays, especially the children, and seeing the disapproval looks of the scholars were your fuel to not stop.Â
it was supposed to be one of those days for you. a dance performance was scheduled in the treasures street, always buzzing with people due to its stalls and merchants, but today was different â you received the intel that a bunch of scholars would be wandering the area, probably for a case study of whatever the akademiya was planning. it was the perfect opportunity to show those arrogant scholars at least a glimpse of the wonders of the performing arts, and you couldnât help but dress like greater lord rukkhadevata was described in the records you remembered reading as a child, just to spite the scholars even more.
probably for a case study of whatever the akademiya was planning. it was the perfect opportunity to show those arrogant scholars at least a glimpse of the wonders of the performing arts, and you couldnât help but dress like greater lord rukkhadevata was described in the records you remembered reading as a child, just to spite the scholars even more.Â
you winked at your musician, a teenage boy who held the same spite for the akademiya you did, starting your movements as soon as the sounds of the flute reached your ears. the flowing white sleeves and your long white and green skirt created a beautiful sight alongside the choreography nilou helped you to come up with, and the crowdâs cheers and boos didnât reach your ears. whenever you were dancing, the outside world was shut down, your senses completely enveloped by the surrounding music. you moved as if you were made of water, a delicacy never seen before in the way your body spins.Â
your eyes were kept close, as you didnât wish for an unpleasant view to take your focus away. performing in the open was more difficult than in the grand bazaar â people there, at least, were also enjoyers of the arts. however, you couldnât just ignore the call to show more people how the arts were a form of wisdom, too.Â
the music ended, as well as your dance, and you bowed gracefully while opening your eyes to scan the crowd, the boos louder than anything else. but what was supposed to be a swift escape from the scholars and a few guards your vision managed to spot, was cut by a strong hold in your arm, dragging you away from your makeshift stage. too shocked to do anything else, you let yourself be pulled away from the crowd of scholars, their screams now louder that you were in the middle of them.
âtake away this scum from our city, scribe!âÂ
your eyes, that were cast down to your feet, widened at such words. scribe was the title your father had before he became a sage, and, even though it didnât make sense being him the one who was dragging you, your heart still raced with fear. though, when you had enough courage to look properly at your captor when you were a few meters away from the scholars, it was someone who you never thought of seeing again.Â
those blue eyes, shining with the same rage it shone years ago, still haunted your dreams whenever you closed your eyes.Â
âlet go of me, alhaitham!â you managed to say, besides the lump in your throat.Â
it was strange to see him, almost ten years after you left your house. alhaitham changed, of course â he was taller and more muscular, and his face was more sharp than it was before, now the face of an adult rather than a teenagerâs one. his hair remained the same almost, only a bit shorter, but his eyes were still the ones you remembered from your childhood. you never forgot the exact shade of blue of them, of how the colors merged to create his pupils. they were mesmerizing, but it seemed that they would never look down at you with love on them once more.
âwhat were you thinking, y/n?â his voice was quiet but demanding, yet he didn't lose his composure, acting as if the rage in his words was nothing. âdancing in front of a crowd of people who hate the arts?â his grip on your arm tightened, and you couldn't find the same comfort you did as a teenager in his presence.Â
you were angry, far angrier than you originally thought you would be if you saw him again, and sad â even though your heart still beat only for him. âi would have escaped, scribe. like i always did.â venom laced his new title, something so familiar yet foreign. it didn't suit him. he wasn't supposed to follow in your father's footsteps, as if he had replaced his own daughter with her friend. âi had a plan that was ruined by you.â
if the bitterness in your voice affected him, he didn't let it show on his face â but his grip around your arms softened, and you took that as your cue to get away from his touch. his presence alone was too intoxicating, clouding your senses and messing with your better judgment.Â
little did you know, but you had the same effect on him.Â
his closed fists weren't because of his rage, but from his urge to hold you between his arms once more â to feel your skin against his fingertips, to run his fingers in your hair and kiss your forehead, to hold you against his chest and tell you how many nights he was kept awake thinking about you. alhaitham was a coward and he was aware of it, knowing you were residing at the grand bazaar and not setting foot in the place, afraid of seeing you in the arms of another with no thought of yours being about him, like all of his were about you.Â
âand what were you going to do? run away from all those scholars who were clearly offended by your choice of clothing?â he barked back, watching your eyes roll and your arms crossing on your chest. you were beautiful, wearing what the scholars believed were greater lord rukkhadevata's clothes back when she was alive. the color complimented your skin, and the flowing sleeves and skirts made your movements more graceful than alhaitham remembered them to be.
you scoffed. he was just like all the scholars you grew up to hate, arrogant and too confident in his abilities, and it hurt your heart to reach such a conclusion â that your first love was an akademiya scum. âi will not tell you.â you turned your back to him, starting to walk back to where you were, hoping that alhaitham would leave you alone to return home. but, the heavy sounds of his boots were your clue that he wouldn't leave you to your own company. âjust let me return home.â you voice was quiet and full of hurt, small, just like alhaitham remembered it to be when your father would scold you.Â
and he hated the fact that he was the one making you feel like that.Â
however, he couldn't say sorry and leave you alone â he finally saw you after years of earning for such a meeting to happen and, even though he'd never admit that, he wanted to spend more time with you and know everything that happened in the years you were apart. he could always rely on the akasha to know such information, but things appearing on his mind would never have the same effect as hearing your voice. âyou're defenseless. if your father knows that i didn't protect you, i'm a dead man by tomorrow morning.â
his words took you by surprise. âhe made you promise this years ago. i'm sure that now he will be delighted if something happens to me.â you bit the inside of your cheeks to prevent the tears in your lashes from falling down, your head turned to the side so he couldn't see them. talking about your father was still a delicate subject for you â as much as you wanted to hate him for all the wrongs he said for you when you were fifteen, the loving and caring father that he was until that day arrived still plagued your thoughts.Â
alhaitham shrugged. âi donât care about him, i care about the promise i made, and i will not go back on my word.â you didnât notice when you both stopped walking, but the gloved hand on your face, wiping the tears away while obligating you to look directly at his eyes, made your body be plagued by shivers and your cheeks to flush in a bright red color.Â
he was the same alhaitham of your memories, wasn't he? the caring and kind, sometimes a bit too blunt, boy that you met alongside kaveh when you two were exploring the forest â his eyes were still the same, and even though they were now with different emotions than in the last time you saw them, his words still had the same painful effect they did once. did he still think that of you? that you were useless and a fool, that you had thrown away the brightest of futures to a life that wasn't worth it. your brows furrowed, and you got away from his grasp, missing the way his eyes shone with hurt at your rejection of his affection.Â
but he would fight for you and he would gain your trust again, and alhaitham didn't care for the time this would take. he just wanted you back where you belonged â between his arms and in his life.Â
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he stayed true to his word, even if you didn't know about them. all you knew was that he became a constant presence in all your performances, whenever they would be. he was the first person you saw when you opened your eyes after dancing in the honor of the dendro archon, the first person that congratulated you or the person who led you to safety when you decided to perform in front of scholars.Â
it was annoying, at the beginning. alhaitham always had a critic to say, either being something about the music or the lighting â or even your partners in the performance, especially if they were men, saying that they didn't let you shine like he knew you could alone â but you knew that was his way of complimenting you. he has always been like that, too logical to know how to say a kind word instead of what you should do to make your performance better in the next time. it was almost endearing how he noticed the small details about your dance, like the way your hands moved or the sound your bracelets made when you clapped your hands.Â
you both were from different worlds, but different worlds that completed each other in ways you never thought it would. the arts and the runes were almost like oil and water, but you and alhaitham made them mix it perfectly.
he also always made sure he was the one who left you at your room's door, perhaps to know that you were indeed safe, and you made the mistake of asking alhaitham if he wanted to come inside the third time he did that.Â
it was already late in the night when your performance ended, that time at the the neighborhood with nilou, and you tried to argue with him that you didn't need his protection â everyone in the neighborhood knew who you are, and you knew how to fight and knew how to use your pyro vision to burn those who tried to harass you. and as much as he knew that, being the first victim of your vision, he still wanted you at his side. the question left your lips before you could think of it, the gossip that such an action would bring in the inn and in the grand bazaar long gone in your head. just like he wanted to make sure of your safety, you also wanted to make sure of his, too.Â
you only had one bed, of course, you room enough only to fit one person living there. and as much as he tried to argue with you to let him sleep on the floor, you almost tied his wrists to your bed frame so he could sleep there, knowing that he wasnât someone who slept much due to the nature of his job in the akademiya. but it seemed that your warmth was enough to make the akademiya's scribe to give up â you both fell asleep with a pillow between your bodies, but you woke up with his strong arms caging you to his chest and his face nuzzled in your neck.Â
you didnât dare to move, of course. you couldnât know how alhaithamâs reaction to such an outcome would be, and the shallow breaths leaving his nostrils were proof enough that he was indeed awake, probably enjoying the few minutes of peace you and your house were granting him. you just nuzzled back on him, hearing him sighing and a pair of lips ghosting your cheek before his warmth left your bed. you only opened your eyes when you heard him moving around your small home. a few words were shared before he left to do his job, a small sandwich in his hands and the promise of seeing you again â though it took one week before that, in a setting that you wished was just a nightmare.Â
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zubayr theater had a performance scheduled in the grand bazaar, something that was proposed by you and nilou to bring attention to the place and help the merchants â every time a performance was announced in the city, all the eyes were directed to where it would be. children and women were always more open to the job you and your peers did, always enchanted by the dance moves and theatrics your troupe had to offer, while men and members of the akademiya always looked down with frowns whenever they attended one. you were still warming nilou to the fact that whenever the akademiya members didnât like it, it meant you were in the right way.Â
though, however, you never expected to see your father in the crowd.Â
alhaitham stood proud at his side, though you could see that he was rather uncomfortable â in the short months you spent in his company again since you ran away, you learned what his lack of expression meant. it was just a mask you knew he developed in the years of studying in the akademiya, meant to deceive his peers into thinking that he was above them all, but you could see just by the way his eyes flicked to your form now and then that he wished he was anywhere but near your father. you didnât know what prompted him to feel such discomfort, wondering if your father was now something more than just a sage in the akademiya, but you knew that you would never know.
you didnât want to know.Â
you just trying to ignore his presence in the crowd, his clothes as a sage almost in discrepancy inside the grand bazaar, focusing on the character you needed to portray â as always, the role of greater lord rukkhadevata belonged to you, while nilou was the goddess of flowers. it was a play about the birth of lesser lord kusanali, something that had always been wrapped in mystery to the common folk, and a great source for writers to romanticize and actors to give life to their plays. you were glad you were able to raise curiosity in the hearts of people about the birth of their god, though many of them were still disappointed with the new dendro archonâs lack of great doings.Â
the performance ended with a round of applause by those who enjoyed it, and some looks of disapproval by those who did not. your eyes scanned the crowd until they found alhaithamâs, but the familiar soft and warm gaze he gave you whenever you ended a play wasnât there â instead, you were met with cold and calculating eyes, and you didnât know if he was behaving like that because of your fatherâs presence or if he finally was persuaded into seeing that you both were from different worlds and how bad it was.Â
you tried not to be disappointed, nor make the pain in your heart be known by your colleagues, brushing nilouâs worried words with anxiousness â you gave a quick explanation about your father being in the crowd, and she seemed to buy it being the reason for the sadness in your eyes.Â
after speaking with a few of your admirers, you excused yourself, feigning a bit of tiredness due to the preparations for the performance, smiling at the sight of the merchantâs tents filled with people â they werenât many, but it was more than you were used to seeing every day. it was such small actions that made everything worthy of it, from running away from the safety of your family and the future your father chose for you to joining a theater troupe and changing your life in a way you only used to dream about, because you were sure you would never be able to help people if you were in the akademiya.Â
you sighed, hearing rushed voices near your home. you didnât want to spy on them, but as you recognized the voices to belong to your father and alhaitham, your curiosity took the best of you, hiding between a tree and some brushes.Â
âi hope you are pleased with my job, grand sage.âÂ
that piqued your interest, hearing alhaitham calling your father by such a title, though your heart fell to your stomach. as much as you wanted to stay there and listen, something inside you told you to just run away and be ignorant â after all, ignorance was a blessing â because if you stayed, you would be heartbroken.Â
the voice inside you proved to be right, alongside your fatherâs words.
âi am, indeed, pleased with your job, scribe alhaitham.â azarâs voice was just exactly how you remember it to be when you were growing up, authoritative and unkind. âit is good to get data about those performancers.â they werenât so close but not too far, and you feared that if you did any abrupt movement your hiding spot would be found â but your fists clenched anyway, anger boiling in your blood by hearing such words. âespecially my daughter. i do not want her to disturb any of the students with her foolish ideals. now, because of your help, we can stop her whenever she tries anything.âÂ
you tried not to let the tears that were pooling in your eyes to fall and give them the joy of making you cry after such knowledge, but the sadness inside you was stronger than any other resolution you had. alhaitham was just using you? all the time you two spent together, laughing and rebuilding your friendship, all the soft glances during late nights when he had accompanied you home, and hands brushing your cheek whenever he put a strand behind your ear while whispering goodnight â everything was just a lie for him? just a way for him to gather information about you and your peers to put on that damned akasha, for azar and the other sages to use against you and the other artists?Â
and you had fallen for it like a puppy.Â
you thought your childhood crush was something reciprocated, you really did, opening yourself to him like you did to no other man in your life.Â
âi just did it to protect you.âÂ
his voice took you from your thoughts, your fists still clenched and your nails now draining blood from your palms. how could he? how could he lie so bluntly to you, feigning concern about you? âdonât try to excuse yourself, scribe.â you turned around to meet his eyes, finding them not like you thought they would be â emotionless and even with a bit of mockery shining on them, but they were hurt.Â
because alhaitham never saw you looking so hurt and angry, not at himself.Â
âi do not want to see you ever again.âÂ
you left him in the middle of the street with those words, his eyes following your shaking form until you were inside the safety of your house. alhaitham knew that you wouldnât take his actions well, but he hoped you would never find out what he was doing â because he was, indeed, protecting you. if you did another performance near the akademiya, or near students that would report back to the sages, you would be exiled to the desert just like an insane scholar, and he wouldnât be able to do anything to save you from such a horrible fate.Â
he sighed, starting to walk back in the familiar way to the akademiya, his heart the heaviest since you left him when you were teenagers.Â
maybe he just needed to give you some time for yourself, while he pondered what he could do to make you forgive him.Â
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one month.Â
one month since you last saw alhaitham, and you wished you could say that his actions made you hate him â but it didnât.Â
it took you a few days to be able to dance and act again, though your eyes always scanned the crowd in search of him. he was never there, and as much as you were the one who said you didnât want to see him again, you were disappointed. if he did have feelings for you, would he really give up on you like that? it was beyond frustrating what you were feeling, because you couldnât understand him or his actions â he really thought you would be fine with him using you to gather information for the akademiya, even if it was to protect yourself from the archonsâ know what?Â
and now he just gave up. why wasn't he fighting for you?Â
or maybe you were wrong, again. maybe he didnât have feelings for you like you thought he did, and he was really just using you and all the little signals were just a play. if that was the truth, he was a better actor than most people you knew â better than yourself. you would never be able to pretend to have feelings for someone if it wasnât in a play and you werenât a character.Â
as much as you tried to not let your feelings interfere with your everyday life, almost everyone in the grand bazaar noticed that something was wrong. nilou was the first one, the first to notice how puffy and red your eyes were from crying the whole night after the incident with your father and him. though you didn't have the courage to tell her what happened â after all, the dreamy eyes she had whenever you and alhaitham were around, perhaps imagining having a lover like him, didn't pass unnoticed by you â she still knew something happened between the two of you, always offering her support when you needed it. the others were mostly like her, though not as close to you to express their worry verbally.Â
you lived your life the same it was before you met alhaitham after all those years, though it was harder now. before, his rejection to your young love was just a ghost, something that you would never know â now, however, it was a tangible thing, a bitter taste in your mouth whenever you still searched for his presence in your crowds.Â
you would never learn that oil and water would never mix perfectly, just like you would never learn you and alhaitham would never have meant to be.Â
that was what kept your shattered heart together, the glue holding all the pieces as thin as the air, and such a fact you came to know when kaveh visited you on a rainy day. you weren't expecting his visit, of course, the day uneventful due to the weather. you were teaching a bunch of little girls some of your favorite dance moves after they came to you when you spotted a tuft of blonde hair adorned with a blue feather and a pair of red eyes that you would always remember as warm.Â
though kaveh's reappearance didn't shake you up like alhaitham's, his words were far more worrisome.
after a long awaited shared hug between two old friends and some pleasantries coming from both of your mouths, kaveh broke the news, his red eyes shining with a worry you never saw before in them â in fact, you did, on the day you ran away from your father. âi know something happened between you and alhaitham.â he started, his hands on your shoulders holding you at your place.
âkavehâŠâ you tried, not wanting to hear anything about him. what was kaveh going to say to you? that he was miserable and not himself, because of something he did? it wasnât fair to you.Â
he sighed, already in tune with your mannerisms again â you always said you two were platonic soulmates, knowing everything about each other from the top to bottom, being able to communicate with just your eyes. âiâm not here to play his advocate, far from it. i do not know what happened, as he did not tell me, but,â his grip on your shoulders tightened a bit, as if he was trying to prepare you for what was coming. âhe was assigned a mission by the sages almost a month ago. a very dangerous one that i was against him going, you see, but the whole situation with you probably made him more prone to accept it. andâŠâÂ
â...and?â you heart was beating fast inside your rib cage, faster than you ever remembered it beating. a lot of scenarios were playing in your head, and all of them were worse than the other.Â
âand he was severely injured.â the world around you was spinning, as if the air wasnât enough to make the blood go to your lungs, making everything dizzy â but you could see the worry on his face. as much as kaveh pretended to hate alhaitham, you knew that deep down he cared about him, and vice-versa. âhe is alright now, y/n, heâs being treated in the akademiyaâs infirmary now.â you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding, tears now glossing kavehâs handsome features.Â
âwhy are you telling me this?â such a question was eating you alive. you knew kavehâs nature wasnât a cruel one, but what he wanted to achieve with giving you this acknowledgement?Â
âyouâre still so impatient.â he chuckled, though it wasnât filled with mirth like you remembered it to be. âalhaitham was probably going through some fever illusions and he⊠he kept calling in your name. in a pained way, saying that he couldnât die before seeing you again.â you heart skipped a beat at your friendâs confession, even more tears glossing your vision now. alhaitham didnât have this right, the right to break your heart and transform into dust and then made it whole again.Â
you felt kavehâs soft fingers caressing your cheeks, wiping the tears away, the beating of your heart more erratic than ever. âcan i see him?â the question left your lips before you could think twice, the idea of him dying hurting more than your broken heart.Â
kaveh laughed. âi was going to ask you that.âÂ
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in the way to the akademiya, kaveh told you what happened.Â
he narrated how he noticed something was off with alhaitham a day when he came back unexpectedly earlier to their house. he was used to finding his roommate with a permanent scowl on his face, but he seemed defeated â his scowl wasnât the arrogant one that alhaitham always displayed on his face, but something akin to sadness and frustration. kaveh didnât dare to ask what happened, already knowing what his friend was going to say, so he left the matter behind, deeming it to be problems in his job. during the week, alhaitham closed himself off in the house of daena, as if the books could cure whatever was making him so strange, until he came back home one day, gathering his essential things in a small bag and leaving for a confidential mission for the grand sage.Â
kaveh only heard about alhaitham again two days ago, when he returned to their home bloodied and weak, and he took him to the infirmary â his wounds were more severely than kaveh thought they were, and while he was in the room to watch the amurta students taking care of him, he heard him muttering your name.Â
ây/n⊠i canât die⊠her⊠love⊠sorry⊠y/nâŠâ those were the words kaveh told you alhaitham had whispered while he was in agony, probably delirious from either pain or fever. your heart broke even more knowing about this, your feet almost running straight to the infirmary, even though you didnât know the way there â it wasnât easy to sneak you in the akademiya, but the raining day meant that a lot of scholars werenât lurking around, ready to see one of them with a performer from the grand bazaar, and you managed to infiltrate the place where all wisdom was created.Â
kaveh led you to alhaithamâs room, in a wing full of patients who were labeled as having delicate cases, and you wondered what was the mission alhaitham agreed to go. did he went on it because he wanted, or because he was pressured to go? or he used this opportunity to forget about you, risking his life in the process? you couldnât bear the idea of being the reason why he accepted such a dangerous mission and risked his life for nothing.Â
but alhaitham was stubborn, and even if you asked, he would never tell you.Â
parting ways with kaveh with a hug, you slowly entered the room your childhood friend was being treated in, careful to not make so much noise and awake him â kaveh told you he had been unconscious since he arrived, but you didnât want to disturb him. what if he hated you now? what if he saw you as the culprit of the state he was in, and now was the one who didnât want to see you? though his feverish words said otherwise, you were still nervous, like you felt whenever you were about to start a performance.Â
the room was beautiful, just like everything in the akademiya, with a big window that you thought was supposed to make sunlight fill the room, and some medical instruments around it. but it was plain too, with white and green walls and a bed and some nightstand and a loveseat near the bed, probably for a companion.Â
you made your way to the bed, your steps as light as a feather falling in the ground, afraid that you could awaken him and disturb his recovery. you just wanted to see him, see if he was well, and then leave â you didnât know how your reaction would be if you saw him with open eyes, probably too overwhelming to see who just got away from lady deathâs grasp.
alhiatham looked peaceful, you noticed as soon as you sat on the bed.Â
he had no frown adorning his features, and he looked much more healthy than you thought he would â he wasnât pale and his skin was glowing, even if his face had some small bruises which were decorating his handsome face with a tint of purple. he looked so young, just like the boy you had fallen in love while growing up, and it hurt. it hurt to see him like this and to think what your relationship became just because of the prejudice of your father and the scholars.Â
you wanted nothing more than to caress his face and kiss his pain away and, before you could think straight, your fingers were already ghosting his cheekbones, going down to his lips and his bruises, feeling his warm skin underneath your fingertips and sighing contently feeling his breath tickling your skin. it was good to know that he was alive and well, and after making sure of that, you retracted your hand back to rest in your lap and knew you were ready to go back to the grand bazaar â would he come after you after his recovery? would he tell you what he was whispering in his agony?Â
though, before you could leave his bed and the room, alhaithamâs hand grabbed yours, making a surprised gasp to leave your lips.Â
âdonât goâŠâ his voice was rough and raw, strange on his body after two days of not using it. âi do not know if this is a fever dream or not,â he opened his eyes, blinking it to make sure you werenât a hallucination. âbut donât leave me again, y/n.âÂ
you smiled, a few tears going down on your cheeks. âi promise, alhaitham.â the hand that wasnât intertwined with his cupped his cheek, and you leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. âgo back to sleep, alright? i will be here when you wake up again.âÂ
he nodded, like a small child, closing his eyes again.Â
â
alhaitham knew people from sumeru couldnât dream, but why did your lips on his forehead felt so real?Â
he groaned, the pain on his chest more than just a physical pain. it hurt to know that his brain and heart craved your presence so much that he dreamed about you â was the dendro archon giving him a bit of solace before he came to face the consequences of his actions? he knew he wasnât supposed to fight a machine monster all by himself, even though he was strong enough to do so, but such a mechanical being wasnât like the ones he faced before, and he needed to get that capsule of divine knowledge back.Â
alhaitham thought that perhaps he could redeem himself in your eyes, if he managed to help sumeru and its people somehow.
he got the capsule back, but almost lost himself to it. he didnât understand how he managed to arrive at his house before collapsing in pain and loss of blood, the journey home being filled with fever dreams of you and what couldâve happened between you both if he was more open about his feelings, if he wasnât a coward and had fought for you.Â
but now the past was in the past, and alhaitham couldnât do anything to change. he could only bask in what his imagination could give him â the softness of your fingers on his face, the sweetest kiss of your lips and its warmth on his skin, the honey laced promise you made him. it would hurt more than any of his bruises the fact that he would wake up alone in such a cold room, with you being so far away from him.Â
though the sound of footsteps gave him the idea he wasnât alone. âclose the curtains, kaveh, for the archonâs sake.â he muttered, turning around to not be graced with the sun rays on his face.Â
the sound of a feminine giggle made him furrow his eyebrows, a sound so sweet that he was sure he was still in a fever dream â the last time he heard your giggles was a day before you discovered what he was doing, laughing at his complaints about kaveh. your smile and your laugh were his fuel to keep fighting that mechanical being, the idea of seeing you happy again enough for him to keep going.Â
âif you want me to call kaveh, just say it.â you voice was laced with mirth, and a bit of concern, totally different from the cold and filled with rage tone you used the last time alhaitham saw you. it was almost comforting the way you seemed more at ease at his presence, though he knew he owed you an apology.Â
he scoffed. ânever.â he turned around once again, opening his eyes to find you sitting on the love seat near his bed. âhi.â he whispered while he watched you walking towards him, all the words dying on his throat at the sight of you.Â
it was funny how he always had a witty remark to anything said to him, but never to you. your presence made his brain foggy and disoriented, all his thoughts revolving around you. he was just a useless star that couldnât help but be attracted and circle around you, the sun, that gave warmth to everyone else.Â
âhi.â you whispered back, your hands fumbling in your lap, as if you didnât know what to do with them. âhow are you feeling?â your voice had a tenderness that alhaitham knew he didnât deserve coming from you. heâd never deserve your love or your kindness, something so pure and beautiful, even though you might think otherwise.Â
he tried to chuckle, trying to ease the worry in your brow. âiâve seen better days.â as much as he wanted to ask why and how you were there, alhaitham wasnât brave enough to break the blissful bubble you both were in. he was afraid that his words would turn a switch inside you, that you would graze your eyes upon him with the same rage it was filled in the last time he saw you, that your fists would shake and your lip tremble with unshed tears â the love struck and kind look your eyes had was so much better than the fresh of you in his mind.
âi can imagine.â tentatively, you cupped his bruised cheek, fingers gently caressing his skin. he leaned into your touch, a relieved sigh leaving his lips at your display of affection â he was undeserving yes, but alhaitham was selfish and arrogant, and he would never back away from it. yet, the shadow of what happened and the questions from both of your hearts hovered above your forms. âiâŠâ you seemed braver than him, trying to get the acknowledged that would soothe or break your heart even more, but alhaitham couldnât let you be the one to start â he cut you by trying to get up, indulging your smaller hand on his, the bandages preventing your skin to touch, much to his chagrin.Â
âlet me speak first, y/n. i was the one at fault in the first place.â he watched as you nodded, body coming closer to him, your smell clouding his senses and the only thought in his head was kissing your lips until they were red and raw, seeing you beneath him with red cheeks and disheveled hair. âi know you do not believe me, but i was protecting you when giving information about your troupe to your father.â at the mention of the grand sage, your face became sour â though now more hurt than angered, and alhaitham knew such a change of feeling was good. âyou were going to be exiled to the desert, my love.â the term of endearment didnât go unnoticed by you, your cheeks becoming hot at the possessive form before it.Â
you were his.Â
âi was desperate. i had only found you after being an incognito in my life for almost ten years.â his grip on your hand tightened, and alhaitham sighed. âiâm not asking you to forgive me so easily, but do not look at me with that rage again.â he pleaded, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing your knuckles, his warm lips caressing your skin as if he was worshiping a goddess. âmy heart is yours to do whatever you want, and i will endure it, but donât deny me seeing the love in your eyes be corrupted by such a horrible feeling.âÂ
alhaitham closed his eyes, taking your hand to rest over his chest, ready for your rejection.Â
âwhy did you accept this mission?â your voice was quiet, and your words totally different from what his mind told him what they were going to be. âi thought⊠i thought you had only used me, alhaitham.â your reveal wasnât a total surprise for him, because he knew his actions were misleading.Â
âi guess i just wanted to forget what i made you feel.â he admitted, arms coming to wrap around you and bring your body to rest on his chest. it hurt, because his wounds were still fresh, but that was where you belonged. you fitted perfectly between his arms, your face hid in the warmth of his neck and his head resting above yours, your bodies almost melting into each other and becoming one.Â
his arms tightened around your form when he felt your body shake and his neck wet by your tears. he didnât try to pry, though his heart ached with your quiet sobs, but he knew you would talk when you were ready â the only thing he could offer now was physical comfort, and even though alhaitham thought he was the worst person to give any kind of comfort, but it was you. you always made his best traits to shine, and the worst ones to become less bad.
after some time, your sobs quieted down and your body stopped to shake, and your voice filled his ears. âyou really hurt me, alhaitham.â you were using a scolding tone, as if he had done something bad but something redeemable. âiâve been in love with you since we were children, and you doing thatâŠâÂ
âyou were in love with me since we were children?â his shocked voice made you giggle, your body adjusting so you were straddling him, hands cupping his cheeks and noses touching. alhaithamâs cheek were tinted with red, a sight that you never saw before but something so mesmerizing that you wanted it belonged to eternity â his eyes were lidded, pupils wide with a mix of love and lust, his hand gripping your hips to bring you even closer to you.Â
another giggle left your lips when he kissed a spot near your lips. âfor being the akademiyaâs scribe, youâre a bit stupid, my beloved.â you managed to say before his lips were attacking yours, in a kiss that â even though it was delayed for ten years â was the testimony of his endless love for you.Â
#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham fluff#alhaitham angst#alhaitham#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin angst#genshin fluff
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Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more Omegaverse fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**
Face Your Fears || @sadaveniren || 92.2k Omegaverse, Baker Harry, Famous/Non Famous, Misunderstandings, KidFic, Mpreg, Slowburn, Angst
Violent Delights || @ohpleaselarry || 76k Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Regency, Prince Louis, Prince Harry, Rapunzel-Esque
The Cottage || @holdingontochaos || 70.6k ** Omegaverse, Strangers to Lovers, Small Towns, Artist Louis, Farmer Harry, Sick Louis, Touch Deprivation, Neighbours, Soulmate AU
Seeing Blind || zedi || 46.7k Omegaverse, Rut Bar, Blind Louis, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry
picking up the pieces || @falsegoodnight || 37.6k Omegaverse, Childhood Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Fake Relationship, High School Reunions
Follow Your Arrow || @ladyaj-13 || 36.2k Omegaverse, Pack Dynamics, Canon Divergent, Touch Deprivation
Sometimes You Just Know || @2tiedships2 || 33.8k Omegaverse, Soulmates, Exes to Lovers, Nesting
Blush || @dip-lou-in-honey || 33.4k Historical AU, Omegaverse, Period Typical Sexism
Leave Your Mark On Me || @kingsofeverything || 32k Omegaverse, Restaurant AU, Fake Bonds, Enemies to Friends to Lovers
An Alpha For Christmas || IceQueenRia || 28.1k Christmas, A/B/O, Fake Relationship, Neighbour AU
never been a fan of change, but we're still the same || @onlythebravest || 27.1k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, College AU, Hurt/Comfort, Drops, Nesting
only guilty of loving you || sweetrevenge || 22.1k Omegaverse, Scents, Youâve Got Mail AU
Pretty in Pink || lovelarry10 || 18.8k Omegaverse, Alpha Harry. Omega Louis, Feminine Harry, Friends to Lovers
Empty Nest || @littleroverlouis || 16.4k Omegaverse, Mpreg, Nesting, Established Relationship, Fluff
Prince Harry and the Expert in Motorcycle Maintenance || @juliusschmidt || 15.9k Omegaverse, Crack, Royalty, Cinderella Story
balance between you and me || @beckydoesthings || 15.2k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Businessmen, Courting Rituals
The Checkout || @silverstuff50 || 12.2k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Awkward Flirting, Fluff
Smells Like Omega Spirit || @lululawrence || 11.7k Omegaverse, Misunderstandings, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Scene Neutralizers
you're the one that I'm dreamin' of (you're the one that I love) || @suckerforhome || 11.7k ** Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Dynamics, Famous/Non Famous, Musician Harry, Make Up Artist Louis, Exes to Lovers (ish)
Stumbling Into Your Arms ABO verse || @sunshineandthemoonlight || 11.3k - 2 parts Omegaverse, College AU, Train AU, Fluff
Where Do We Go Now || @jaerie || 10.6k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, College Au, Roommates to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Human World
Enter the Rose Garden || @angelichl || 10.3k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, Soft Heat, Pining
Half a World Away || @silverstuff50 || 9.8k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Enemies/Friends to Lovers, Heat, Hiking
14 Days of Valentineâs || @stylesthebrave || 9.3k Omegaverse, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Established Relationship, Courting
a body wishes to be held & held || turnyourankle || 9.1k Omegaverse, Coworkers to Lovers, Pining, Heat/Rut
The Coach Tommo Universe || @enchantedlandcoffee || 8.8k Omegaverse, Kid Fic, Fluff and Smut, Bakery Owner Harry
Iâd Walk Through Fire For You (Just Let Me Adore You) || @neondiamond || 8.3k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, Firefighter Louis
There With Open Arms || @cupcakentea || 7.6k Omegaverse, Beta Louis, Omega Harry, Dropping
Dance With Your demons || @pocketsunshineharry || 6.7k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort
Almost Misheard || @tommokat || 6.5k Omegaverse, Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers
Everything I need, I get from you || @lunarheslwt || 6.4k Omegaverse, Anxious Harry, Established Relationship, Valentine's Day
Something Blue & Someone New || @littleroverlouis || 6.1k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Courting, Neighbor AU
Take My Hand, Dumbass || @londonfoginacup || 5.9k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Roommates AU, College AU, Enemies to Lovers
Perfect, For Now || @parmahamlarrie || 4.9k Omegaverse, Neighbor AU, New Towns, Touch Starvation, Misunderstandings
Open Up Your Honey Pot || @polaroidlouis || 4.8k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Frat Boy Louis, Service Top Louis
In an octopus's garden with you || louisismycat || 4.6k ** Omegaverse, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Established Relationship, Autistic Harry, Fluff & Comfort
Feel the Heat Through Your Phone || @larry-hiatus || 4.3k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Phone Sex, Heat
The Cat that Got the Cream || @suesheroll || 4.2k Omegaverse, Virgin Harry, Friends to Lovers
Wanna Make Your Body Numb || @letthemusicmoveyou28 || 3.8k Omegaverse, Dom/Sub, Club Owner Louis, Established Relationship
Wordplay 2023: there his charming nest doth lay || @bottomhaztoplou || 3.8k ** Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Nesting, Domestic Fluff
I need you right now, baby (wonât you come home?) || @non-binharry || 3.3k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Heist, Humor
No (Birth) Control || @haztobegood || 2.8k Omegaverse, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Plot
and it was love at first blush || @bottomhaztoplou || 2.4k Omegaverse, Historical AU, Ballroom Dancing, Courtship, Courting Rituals
Simply the Nest (Better Than All The Rest) || @homosociallyyours || 2.2k Omegaverse, Strangers to Lovers, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Nesting
listen to me, butterfly || wherewestwood || 2.1k Omegaverse, Established Relationship, Canon, Nesting
I Trust You || @neondiamond || 1.8k Established Relationship, Omegaverse, Ace Harry, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis
Iâve secretly always wanted to be yours (and for you to be mine) || @bottomhaztoplou || 1.6k Omegaverse, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Heat/Rut, Older Louis, High School AU
#tracksintheam#trackinghappily#trackinghome#1dsource#fic rec#fic rec list#larry fic rec#my fic rec lists#omegaverse
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ć§ć§äœ ć„œïŒI was trying to find a new c-drama to start and your blog was the first place I looked at for inspiration! Are you watching any new dramas jie jie? Do you have any recommendations?
i've got like 4 cdramas open in tabs đ
are you the one (amnesiac heroine + fake marriage + enemies to lovers) - i started this before all these new shows dropped and am enjoying it for now! i've only just reached the part where she regains her memory so am not sure how the plot is going to hold up, BUT the bits before were cute. nice easy watch, maybe a 7/10 for now.
dawn amidst hidden clouds (childhood sweethearts + amnesiac-ish heroine (do y'all see a pattern) + æç¶äčä»äžć
±æŽć€©-related misunderstanding + jianghu physician/dali-si chief crime solving combo) - i decided i wasn't getting enough chang huasen content in are you the one so i went and fixed that by starting this short drama. plot-wise probably nothing new, but i found these two to be super cute together! also a nice, light watch. chang huasen is very pretty in this. 8/10.
fangs of fortune (big bad demon redemption arc + super cute group of demon hunters + found family vibes) - most of my mutuals are !!! over this but it's a bit darker than all the other shows i'm watching so i think it's taking me a bit longer to get into it?? it's a guo jingming drama and the AESTHETICS are mmmm good. cgi is good. costume department went All Out for this. chen duling is very pretty in this. hou minghao is good in this. soft 7/10 (remember i'm only like 4 eps into this!!!!).
love game in eastern fantasy (transmigration + demon hunting + enemies to friends to lovers) - this is perhaps my favourite out of everything i'm watching!! also a v pretty drama, but it's a different aesthetic to fangs of fortune. this is the kind of drama that's so fun to watch? yu shuxin and ding yuxi's chemistry is *chef's kiss* in this. (side bar: i haven't actually liked anything dyx has been in since tiger and rose, but this is good!) yu shuxin is super pretty in this. cgi also good. 9/10 so far.
all of these are still airing btw!!
(i also do want to start the story of pearl girl because ahhhhh that liu yuning/zhao lusi combo is making my hao du/le yan feels come back, but i just don't have the time sldkjfdkgfd will probably do this once i've knocked 2 of the above dramas out)
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frostbite â pt. 10
pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader
content ; childhood friends to ârivalsâ to lovers, slowburn-ish
cw ; none. idiots in love
notes ; ITS YEARNING HOURS BAYBEE âŒïž for the first time ever, a bit of childeâs POV, wowie zowie!! also a bit of a cheesy chapter LMFAO, itâs just these two dinguses âreachingâ the realization that they want each other so bad, it makes them look stupid.
also a smidgen hint at the end towards the next phase of this dumpster fire of a fic >:3
ok and finally- i know i already made a post abt it but like. would u guys still love me if i posted a luke castellan fic? itâs SO self indulgent bc iâm brain rotting from the percy jackson show so idk yet :>
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old wooden planks creak with each step childe takes.
heâd long lost the count of the days heâd spent in this peculiar inazuman domainâ the mystic omnyou chamber, his companions called it. though what a fascinating domain it was, ever-changing and ever-puzzling but most of all, ever-deploying more enemies for him to fight his way through. he feels like only now he truly knows what teucer mustâve felt like in front of all those mr. cyclopses all those months ago.
he felt as though he was given a little too much breathing room by the motherland, still being stationed in liyue with you whoever knows how long his mission was finished, so it was no less than perfect to hear the news of scaramoucheâs disappearance from inazuma after taking the gnosis for himself. as much as he disliked to have to leave you in northland bank with the promise of the two of returning together still at hand, he dully needed to take up on his responsibilities as one of her majestyâs harbingers.
still, he could fair by through the remembrance of you and his love for combat.
itâs amusing how freshly burned into his mind the memory of your time together at dottoreâs lab was, even when he was half-conscious and at his physically weakest. how you soothed away his wounds with the cool breeze of your cryo powers, how you kept him company while he recovered, how you called him a pret-
âpsstâ youâre doing that thing again.â
âh-huh..?â
the harbinger is snapped from his daydreaming by paimon naggingly whispering to him. as childe finds himself back in reality, he registers the sight of the traveler, xinyan and shiki taishou walking ahead distractedly through the narrow dusty hallways of the domain, while paimon had fallen back alongside him.
âare you back now? ok good.â the travel guide snides, hands sassily placed at her hips.
childe chuckles sheepishly. âi-iâm sorry, paimon, but iâm not quite sure what youâre talking about.â
âoh, come on, itâs so obvious! the entire time weâve been here, youâve been doing this thing where you either doze off thinking about y/n! yâknow as someone so passionate about fighting, you really need to get your head in the game right now.â
he feigns an offended scoff. âthat is entirely untrue, comrade. my focus is solely on figuring out this domainâs mysteries and defeating its monsters.â
thereâs a brief pause, where childe thoroughly reevaluates what paimon just said.
âwait, how did you know i was thinking about y/n? i-if i were dozing off and possibly thinking about them!â
she scoffs. âpuh-lease, youâve been babbling about them since we got here! almost everything youâve said has somehow trailed off into y/n, so much so that even shiki taishou is caught up on whatâs happened with you two!â
paimon was someone known to be a bit eccentric and overreactive at certain moments, but she also had her moments of being very bluntly honest in other situations. this was one of them. the harbinger deliberates for a moment, out of all the time heâs spent venturing this domain with the paper doll, just how much information had he unwillingly retained about you.
suddenly, a moment of clarity washes over childe and he vividly recalls all the moments during his venture in the domain where heâs talked about you. saying things such as âi wonder how y/n is doing right nowâŠâ, or âhah, y/nâs cryo attacks would demolish these enemies.â or even âoh! that reminds of this one time, when y/n and i were kidsâŠâ. lest we mention the multiple times heâs said âi canât wait to return to inazuma with y/n and show them this.â whenever heâd been exploring the electro landâs scenic locations.
poor shiki taishou.
but then again, is it truly his fault that the mystic omnyou chamber had so many moments and details that were so clearly reminiscent of you? o-or maybe⊠maybe this was just a domain and everything reminded him of you regardless. but thatâs the more unlikely possibility.
he curses scaramouche in his mind for a brief moment. it was all because he decided to go rogue that childe had to leave so abruptlyâ just when heâd made amends with you, just when the two of you were restoring your friendship. just when youâd started to flash him that devastating smile of yours again, instead of the standoffish snarl youâd presented during his mission in liyue. gods, he could feel his heart pang against his chest. surely it was just the adrenaline of battle, though. even if the group hadnât faced enemies in more than ten minutes by now.
an even further tucked part of childeâs mind curses paimon next, for pointing out how much he speaks of you, because now he truly cannot stop. he looks ahead towards the end of the corridor and he canât see whatâs next, canât see the next tatami matted arena where heâll face a new wave of enemies, something he thinks he wantsâ no, all he sees is you.
itâs like your face is burned into his retinas, your fond laughter burned into brain and the warm feeling of when he slept against your shoulder burned into his skin.
childe doesnât doesnât fight as well as before in the next battle, heâs sloppy and distracted. after the arena is cleared, heâs left with a scratch across his bicepâ which, thankfully, the domain grants a healing sigil to mend.
but itâll never cure him like you do, never soothe the very core of his being like your powers do and itâll never look at him the same way you did, caring and attentive.
he remembers how he felt lookup up at you thenâ like you were the stars in the night sky. he needed to get this mission over with as soon as possible.
â
you could almost hear your motherâs nagging tone telling you to not play with your food. as delicious as liyuean cuisine was, youâd lost your appetite halfway through your meal- as well as interest in the tale the restaurantâs storyteller was telling.
itâd been probably the dullest week youâve had in a while, no new assignments from the motherland, no events happening in the city and⊠admittedly, no childe.
you canât find the effort to lie to yourself and say itâs fine that heâs gone, that itâs for the tsaritsaâs noble causeâ you donât care about it. scaramouche could screw off with the gnosis and live his life, as far as you were concerned. in fact, youâd say he deserves it, given all heâs gone through with the doctor, even if he could be an astronomical asshole at timesâ well most of the times.
and now you canât decide who to blame for childeâs absence, the balladeer or the tsaritsa. either way, itâs affected you more than youâd ever admit out loud. itâs been such a monotone week not just because of the distinct lack of anything to do in liyue lately, but also because of a distinct lack of⊠someone to worry about. yeah, thatâs what it was, just an unusual sense of calm and nothing to stress over, thatâs allâ
âeven in all my years, iâve rarely seen someone stare at an unfinished bowl of dragon beard noodles with such intensity.â
a rumbling, baritone voice quips jokingly from across your small table and youâre startled away from your thoughts. looking up, the comment is revealed to come from mr. zhongli, the consultant from wansheâ oh, who were you kidding, the now former geo archon.
you hadnât formerly spoken to him since the mission to take, well, his gnosis. after the situation with osial was diffusd, you beared witness to an unsettlingly diplomatic exchange between mr. zhongli and the fair lady, where he gave away the very culmination of his divinity like it was spare change. of course, youâve spotted him countless times around the harborâ merely enjoy the little things the city had to offer. you canât truly fault him for making the decision that he did, six thousand years is, unspokenly, too much time to not peruse the fruits of his labor from up close.
âa-ah, mr. zhongli! itâs been so long since we last spoke.â you scramble to politely greet zhongli and briefly wonder if you should stand up to bow to him, which he seems to notice.
âmy apologies for startling you, doctorâ may i?â he gestures to the seat in front of you and you nod.
âyes, it has been some time. i recall you being there for the completion of my contract with the fair lady, but the last time the two of us had the opportunity to meet casually was the very same night we first met.â
you nod curtlyâ youâre tense, you donât know why. you know heâs not an archon anymore, you were there to see it, but perhaps the real weight of being in the presence of someone so powerful, not just an archon but the oldest of the original seven, seems to have only settled in now. you feel almost as choked as when in the presence of the tsaritsa, which you know all the same that you shouldnât be. zhongli chuckles amusedly.
âi ask you to treat me as though you wouldâve that night in liuli pavilion, like any other acquaintance. chatting with a mere consultant of a funeral parlor requires no formalities. nowâ have you been well, doctor?â
you can still only bring yourself to nod wordlessly in response, thereâs no need for zhongli to know how royally miserable youâve been lately.
âand.. may i ask why you held such a glare towards your meal? is it not your liking?â
âoh, no the noodles are just fine, amazing even! i was just⊠contemplating wether to finish it or not.â
great cover.
âhm,â zhongli hums with playful suspicion. âwhile a reasonable topic of contemplation, it did very much seem as though you were rather staring through the bowl, as though there is something on your mind. i would not mind hearing what is it that vexes you, doctorâ if youâre comfortable to share, of course.â
yeah there was no fooling a, again, six thousand year old divine being with a half-assed excuse like yours. you sigh.
âwellâ yes, you caught me. the last few days have been, uh⊠less than peachy for me.â
âwhat exactly is it troubles you these days?â
âi wouldnât say itâs trouble but, there hasnât been much to do at northland bank lately. and childe has been out on a mission for some time nowâ b-but itâs mainly the lack of assignments!â you stammer.
âis that so? i did hear of childeâs sudden departure for inazuma but it is curious that youâre being kept stationed here with essentially nothing to do. but, if i mayâ has childe been absent for as long as youâve felt dull at work or would you say there is no relation?â
already at so few words out of sheer nervousness, zhongli managed still to render you completely and utterly speechless. what are you even supposed to respond to this?
âi-i uhm, i⊠alright, i wonât even try.â you sigh in defeat and zhongli looks coyly pleased. he patiently awaits for you to gather your thoughts and actually say more than two stammered sentences.
âi truly canât tell what it is. i feel like iâm supposed to be worrying for himâ as if heâll get injured again or injure someone else o-or even worse, do something stupid but thereâs just.. nothing! itâs like iâm so used to being aware of his presence and now thereâs nothing and itâs- itâs frustrating.â
âyou miss him.â
you pause. do you miss him? no, it canât be so simpleâ you have a medical degree, it is most certainly improbable that youâve been trying your brain over just missing childe. well, sure it was great that the two of you were starting to make amends and stopped being so on-edge around each other but⊠thereâs no objective reason for you to miss him.
right?
âi would not say i even near the level of an expert on matters concerning relationships between people, but iâve seen a lot in my time. enough to tell you with confidence that itâs most likely you just.. miss him, doctor. and that it is okay to feel this way. the two of you do not stand at odds anymore, you never haveâ it is reasonable for you to be affected by his absence.â
you furrow your eyebrows. âhow do you know if⊠childe and i stand at odds, mr. zhongli.â
âwell, i have witnessed it. both directly and indirectlyâ the tension and misunderstanding between the two of you during our meeting at liuli pavilion was quite evident and iâve heard of how you opposed him in battle at the golden house. but that is all it has ever been, misunderstandings and disagreements, but youâve never truly disliked each other.â
âh-how do you know-â
âhe speaks quite highly of you, doctor.â
âwh-what?â
âchilde has only ever spoken highly of youâ i recall mentioning that had been looking forward to meeting you in person during our dinner, it is all because of how grand his description of you was. plus, during our eventual meetups, youâre mentioned at least once every time. and you, as weâve discussed, do seem to hold some care towards him, to the extent that you first concern is his health.â
your heart aches and you hate it. itâs a terrible, void sensation that frustrates you to no end. why? why did childe have to make it so difficult for you? why canât you ever feel simple feelings when it came to him? why couldnât you ever just feel one way towards him with no smaller part of your brain saying something else? even worse, why couldnât your brain ever think about anything elseâ literally anything, instead of just constantly orbiting around the mixed emotions you felt when it came to childe?
you just constantly, restlessly and unendingly seem to care about him.
âyou know what, mr. zhongli, i think yââ
âah, there you are, sergeant!â
a less familiar voice calls out from behind you and you turn around with a bit of surpriseâ itâs a man clad in fatui uniform, who you recognize as mikhail, one of the officers stationed at northland bank. heâs not exactly someone you interact much with, just a mere coworker you greet every other morning, so youâre perplexed as to why heâs seeking you outside the bank.
âmikhail, what is the occasion?â you ask, briefly eyeing zhongli to find that he remains with a neutral expression awaiting the exchange.
âi am deeply sorry for interrupting your lunch, sergeant, but ekaterina urged for me to find you as soon as i could. a letter has come in from lord dottore for you specificallyâ she says it is of utmost importance.â
â
the wharf is unusually crowded today.
an untimely flux of either tourists or returning immigrant citizens, perhaps it is an important time of year in another nationâ although, childe could truly care less at the moment. heâs doing his best to politely push his way through the sea of people leaving their respective ships while almost unconsciously seeking you out within it. he knows you wouldnât be here, as his return to liyue was unannounced, but his eyes fly to latch onto your likeness anyway.
childe ends up finding you right in the center of the harborâs main street, practically right below the catwalks that lead to the bank. youâre slowly pacing back and forth, a piece of paper clutched in your hands and a vacant expression on your faceâ childe canât find himself to clutch to those details right now, he just needs to get to your side. he makes large, determined steps towards you, big grin invading his features, and while heâs still approaching you, you spot him and your eyes widen even more. once childe is a mere two steps away from you, he stops.
ây/n! oh, itâs so good to see you!â he heaves out gladly.
âajaxââ you reply in a quiet voice and his heart swells at the use of his real name. he truly canât contain himself anymore and tackles you into a tight hug, one so strong that stumble back a bit.
his arms snake tightly from under your arms to above your shoulders and his head lowers from being against your own to reaching your shoulder bladeâ it is as close as he physically get to you, while trying to be respectful of your space, of course. youâre still in shock for maybe five seconds of the hug, but eventually you just let yourself slowly wrap around him and squeeze ever so slightly. both of you have your eyes closed to sink into the moment.
the hug is long, maybe twenty seconds so, and as childe becomes satisfied with its duration and pulls away, he remains with his hands to your elbows in a gentle hold. he sighs with said satisfaction and beams towards you.
âi have so much to tell you about inazuma! unfortunately, i couldnât find scaramouche there but i managed to see so many beautiful places, so many amazing experie- wait.. whatâs wrong?â
the harbinger pauses mid sentence when he notices the numbness in your expression and his bright grin falls into a concerned frownâ you feel like the most terrible person for making him lose such excitement. your mouth opens and closes as you find what to say, but you eventually whisper it out.
âajax, i-i⊠i have to go to sumeru.â
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So this is love.
a/n: to feed my now crippling addiction to bts (min yoongi) and the romantic in meâ bsd tropes inspired by bts lyrics that make me cry like a child
schedule: every 1-3 days since i still have classes and work till late spring-ish. stories may be added
#ranpo edogawa - childhood lover
âYou make me so angry and mad for no reason
I'm serious but you make me into a loser who picks fights with you
Why do I care so much about you?
You're making a big boy act like a little kidâ âBoyz In Luv
#junâichiro tanizaki - love at first sight
âFrom the moment I met you, my life was all you
Youâre the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries, oh yeah
One after another, everything is special
The things youâre interested in, the way you walk or talk, and every little trivial habit of yoursâ âBoy With Luv
#nikolai gogol - lovers to enemies
âLove you so bad, love you so bad
Mold a pretty lie for you
Love itâs so mad, love itâs so mad
Trying to erase myself and make me your dollâ âFAKE LOVE
#saigiku jouno - waiting for you to come back
âAmong the days that feel the same
I feel happiest when I meet you
Among the different everyday lives
You're the most special person to meâ âTelepathy
#osamu dazai - not meant to be
âLet's not look at each other who will get off first
Letâs not drag things out
Let's follow our hearts
Let's put an end to this
A repeated seesaw game
Let's stop it nowâ âTrivia: Seesaw
#sigma - first love
âYour countless words that comforted meâ
Thatâs what made me
Yes, you are my youth, and the spring days too
Iâm grateful, my friend
My pride, my heaven, and my loveâ âFor Youth
#arthur rimbaud - in another life
"My heart is running on time, alone on the Snowpiercer
I want to go to the other side of Earth, holding your hand, put an end to winter
How much should my longings fall like snow
Before the days of spring return, friend?â âSpring Day
#chuuya nakahara - devoted
âMy blood, sweat, and tears
My body, mind, and soul
I know well they're all yoursâ âBlood, Sweat & Tears
#fyodor dostoevsky - soulmates
âFrom the day of the universe's creation and beyond
Through the infinite centuries and beyond
In the previous life
Maybe the next too
We're eternally togetherâ âDNA
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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU â TEASER
READ HERE!
in which...
you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow heâs always around, and he canât see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isnât so bad after all.
pairing â heeseung x fem!reader
genre â one sided enemies to lovers, highschool au, he falls first she falls harder, oblivious x obvious, tutor x tutoree (kind of), childhood friends (ish because the whole one sided enemies thing) to lovers, long fic
wordcount â teaser is 1005! fic est. 9k-13k words (hopefully not too ambitious)
warnings â profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), miscommunication, parties/underage drinking, name calling (bitch, whore, stuff like that), food
featuring â lia of itzy, miyeon of g-idle, hyung line of enhypen (sorry maknaes too many people), ocs : sooyun + teachers
disclaimer â i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.
release date â hopefully by mid march?
taglist â open! send an ask or comment to be added!
yenqa â watched the movie on the plane and i was kind of obsessed⊠but this does not follow the movie plot, i just thought the title fit
YOU WATCH AS THE SNOW FALLS SLOWLY TO THE GROUND
A blanket of white has got you and the guests at your house locked in for the night. You werenât very happy with these strangers staying at your house for the nightâIn fact, you had just been completely shut down by your dad when you asked him to kick them out. It was obvious why he did that, but this definitely had to be your least favorite christmas out of the eight you had been through.
You snap out of your thoughts, continuing to eat whatever you had left on your plate, hesitating when you saw the amount of vegetables still left.
âMom! Iâm full.â You try to hide your plate from her, showing her instead a pout with a hand on your stomach.Â
It didnât workâobviously, so you were stuck at the table, a frown on your face as you forced in the greens. Across from you, a boy your age, who didnât seem to mind, he almost looked like he was enjoying it.
Thatâs impossible though, no one likes vegetables. Maybe he was doing it so Santa would get him an extra special gift?
You grumble when he finishes his place, showcasing his plate that had been licked clean to his mom. He stared at you for a second looking down at yourâfull plate then looking back at his mom, she said âGreat job Heeseung!â. He returns his plate to the table with a smile.Â
Stabbing your fork back into your food, you stuff it into your face, hoping that you would enjoy it as much as Heeseung did. Again, it didnât work, and the bitter taste returned to your mouth.
After what felt like hours of groaning and complaining, you had taken the last bite of your food, a proud smirk on your face when you made eye contact with the boy from earlier, who only smiled at you in return.Â
Throwing away your plastic plate, you realized that now it was present time, and Santa just had to reward you for your good deeds.
Rushing over to the tree, you spot everyone gathered around the area, opening their presents. You run to your present, recognizing the wrapping paper from last year. Looking at your mom for approval, she nods and you tear apart the paper, lifting up the box inside.
You squeal when you see the picture, you had been begging your mom for weeks for a Lego set, specifically if it was minecraft themed. And Santa had gotten you just that. You hug the box, squeezing it. You exclaim a loud âThank you Santa!â before running up to your room to assemble the build.
Reading the directions, you start the house, quickly getting confused on how it isnât looking like how it does in the picture.Â
âI think thatâs the wrong piece.â A voice says, you whip your head around to see the same boy who sat across from you.
âWho are you?â Your eyebrows furrow at the sight, confused on why those were the first words he said instead of âHi!â or something.
âMy nameâs HeeseungâUm, my mom told me to come upstairs and said we should be friends. Do you want to be friends?âÂ
You huff, âIâm Y/n. Also no, I donât want to be friends, youâre mean.â You force your legos together, frustrated already with the pieces. You continue to reread the directions, pushingâwhat you think areâthe exact legos to the board. But it doesnât seem like itâll fit. Maybe if you push it harder?
âOhâokay.â You jump slightly, too focused to realize how he's been watching you for the past few minutes. âDo you need some help?â
Yes, you need help. But did you want to accept his help? Â . This was your christmas gift from Santa, you shouldnât have to share.
Glancing at the picture then to the building that had looked like an abstract rendition of it, you let out a sigh. I mean, it wouldnât hurt, right? âYeah, I guess.â
He takes a seat on the carpet next to you, focusing hard on the directions before breaking off the wrong pieces, reassembling it so youâll be on the right track.
âDoes this go here, do you think?â âNo, it goes here.â That was a summary of what the conversation was between you, and somehow you were always the one asking the question. Sighing, you lean back, taking a short stretch break before starting again.
Youâre shocked at his speed and efficiency, it almost seems like heâs always a step ahead of you. Geez does this guy ever slow down?Â
The roles are quickly switched as you are sitting watching him instead. Rummaging through each box only for his eyes to lighten up one he finds the right one. You watch him for a while, getting a break that you very much needed.
You hope that he waits for you to finish it, or that he doesnât completely do it all by himself because again, itâs your Christmas gift, and he wouldnât do that, right?
Not right, because apparently heâs a machineâhe finishes the build. He stands up, pushes his stupid glasses up also and smiles at you, heading to the door. You think heâs going to say something else like âSorry for taking away your present!â instead, he thanks you for sharing and happily skipping away.Â
Heeseung. Even his name infuriates you. He was very unpredictable and you hated that. Why did he just do that? Heâs so rude. People donât make senseâespecially boys, they have cooties.
Your head was filled with calling him the rudest things you could think ofâYou even said a few curse words.
Though later you realized that you probably would never see him again, you were ecstatic, so ecstatic you had disassembled your legos just to rebuild it, to completely forget about your bad experience with the boy.Â
Only two weeks later were you disappointed to see that same boy, sitting across from you during dinner once again.
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Gone (end) - jjk
Summary: You and your childhood best friend, Jungkook, have grown apart over the years, although you still have the same overbearing fun-loving bestie, Aria, that really wants her best friends talking again, something neither of you really want to be apart of until Aria goes missing, and the only other person that could help you find her is the one you've spent years avoiding.
Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Best friends to enemies (ish?) to lovers, High School AU, eventual smut, slow burn
Warnings: Time skip, descriptions on how everyone's dealing with trauma, way too much fucking fluff, obscenely fluffy smut, protected sex (bc that's cool), slight dirty talk, lots of eye contact, very vanilla, sappy ass ending :)
Word Count: 1.7K
Previous
Six Months Later
You pulled your keys out of your pocket as you walked down the long hallway leading to your apartment, twirling the keyring between your fingers before you picked the right key out of the lineup and slid it into the lock. The inside of your apartment was still pretty empty, a small sofa, coffee table and TV sitting in the living room, no decorations in the living room or the small kitchen; just unpacked boxes covering various surfaces.Â
You smiled thoughtfully to yourself; happy to finally be moving into the next chapter of your life. âJungkook!â you called out, but you were only met with silence. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, a slight pang of anxiety coursing through you as you slipped your shoes off and set your bag down on the floor.Â
âJungkook?â You walked carefully through your house, moving silently as you made your way back to the bedroom, and then the bathroom; Jungkook being nowhere in sight. The slight pang of anxiety grew exponentially as you ran around your new home looking everywhere for him. Suddenly, while searching the hallway closet, you heard the unmistakable sound of your front door opening.Â
You stepped back into the living room right as the front door closed softly, Jungkook closing it as quietly as possible after seeing your shoes and bag sitting on the ground. Your anxieties faded as you watched him try to slowly turn around, his eyes meeting yours as a guilty look spread over his red face. âWhy are you wearing gym clothes?â You questioned, a new concern taking over you.Â
âYou know, funny story-â You groaned lightly as you started walking toward him. âI didnât think you were supposed to be home for another twenty minutes?â He questioned you, arms suddenly crossed and hip cocked out as he looked you up and down; as if you were the one being sneaky.Â
âYou just got shot, Jungkook, youâre not supposed to be doing any strenuous activities for at least another month, youâre going to hurt yourself-âÂ
âNo strenuous activities? Then what do you consider sex-âÂ
âThatâs different and you know it,â Your face suddenly started heating up, but you pulled him down to hug you before he could notice. He chuckled into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you, melting into each other as you did every time you saw each other. âYou smell, go take a shower; Ariaâs coming over for dinner, sheâll be here in an hour,â He scoffed, feigning hurt before he pulled away from the hug, his hand meeting your jaw to guide you lips to his.Â
âYou love it,â He smirked as you broke apart before he kissed your forehead and ran back to the bathroom.Â
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âSo, naturally, when a bunch of drunk people are in charge of the bonfire, it got way too big, and thanks to the dry season it started spreading-â
âThatâs how bonfireâs are supposed to be,â Jungkook nods in agreeance, his movement nonchalant as if this was the most expected turn this story couldâve taken.Â
âI donât think thatâs the right takeaway from this story-âÂ
âSo, obviously, the cops get called because it spread into the neighbors yard, and none of us had any hope of being able to put it out; someone threw vodka on it trying to put it out, but instead the lost their eyebrows-âÂ
âYou know if nothing else, I thought what happened would make you want to sit still for five minutes and just enjoy the smaller things in life, but nope. Youâre still fucking insane, Ari,â You spoke and she giggled, bringing the glass she was drinking from up to her lips to take a drink.Â
âAnd I wouldnât have it any differently,â She smiled again before she continued telling her story, mostly to Jungkook, who seemed much more interested in her antics than you did.Â
Aria was much more affected by what happened than she ever let on, but you were glad she still acted like her. Sheâd been through so much throughout her life that sheâd mastered the art of acting like nothing happened. It may not be the healthiest coping skill, but it works for her.Â
She speaks to a therapist twice a week; you all do. Some days she struggles more than others, but some days, sheâs somehow still miraculously as upbeat and outgoing as she always has been.Â
Jungkookâs changed, his anxiety high anytime youâre out in public or thereâs an unexplained noise. Heâs even more protective of Aria and you now, if thatâs even possible. He all-but begged Aria to move into your guest room when we signed the lease, but sheâs always been independent.Â
And you somehow were still holding up better than the others. You were anxious, sure, but you had always been, so thereâs not much of a change there. Authority figures are more intimidating, loud noises startling and a general dislike of burning buildings, but aside from that, everything was normal. Jungkook was normal. Aria was normal. You were normal.Â
âWhy donât you let that sit until tomorrow?â Jungkookâs voice was low as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the space right below your ear softly. Aria had just left - Insisting that she shouldnât keep her dog waiting any longer.Â
âIf you plan on scrubbing the dishes clean when you wake up, then sure,â You smiled, leaning into his embrace as you pulled your hands out of the sink and dried them off before putting the towel back down on the counter and turning around, wrapping your arms around Jungkookâs neck.Â
âIâd love to,â He grinned, his warm eyes looking down at you lovingly, an odd sense of calm surrounding you. He leaned down and kissed you, the same gentle kiss from back in the hotel room. You deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to you as you tangled your fingers in his smooth locks. He hummed into you before he picked you up, hooking his hands under your thighs and pulling them to wrap around his waist, his lips not leaving yours.Â
âJungkook, youâre going to hurt yourself-â You attempted to wiggle from his grasp, but he only held onto you tighter.Â
âThe more you fight me the longer itâs going to take me to walk us to our room, but Iâm not putting you down,â He smirked at you, standing in the middle of the kitchen holding you like he had all the time in the world. To be fair he did, jobless prick-Â
You groaned but stopped moving, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist before he started back down the hall. He kicked the door closed behind him, his lips back on your before you even made it back to the bedroom, and gently put you down on the bed before he crawled on top of you. You wrapped yourselves around each other, his arms both under you to hold you closer to him.Â
The feeling whenever you were with him was almost indescribable. All your worries and anxieties just seemed to melt away and the only thing that mattered anymore was him. His touch was so gentle and so warm it spread throughout your entire body; every look he gave you melted you into the overwhelming feeling of safety and comfort.Â
And while he melted you, you melted him; the blush that always crept across your face after you caught him staring, the way your hands were always so soft and gentle with him. He was addicted to you, the way you say his name and hold his hands; your incessant nagging about his safety and the sarcastic comments heâd once loathed were now almost poetic to him.Â
When it was just the two of you, you were all that mattered.Â
His lips grazed gently down your neck, his fingertips ghosting over your ribs as if they were still broken as your hands traveled up his shirt, his warm skin begging to be pressed against you. Your shirts were both gone in an instant, his mouth coming back down to meet your chest as he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the floor with your shirts.Â
Jungkook pulled himself away from your chest and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, his nose brushing against yours and his loving eyes darted between yours. âI love you,â His voice was small and vulnerable; a side of him only you saw. You kissed him softly, bringing your eyes back to his as you parted.Â
âI love you too,â He smiled, almost giddy before he kissed you again, gently for a moment before they grew needier, wanting more and more from each other. One of his hands unbuttoned your ants as the other pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer - one of the few things thatâs already put away.Â
Needy kisses turned desperate and seconds later he was sliding into you, groaning gently as he rested his forehead on yours. You hummed out a moan as your hands held his face, his cock fully pushed into you before he gently starts rocking into you. âYouâre perfect,â He mumbled into your lips, his hands running softly along your stomach and hips.Â
You moaned out as his finger landed on your clit, his thrusts speeding up as his face gets buried in your neck, sloppy wet kisses left along your collarbone. You pulled his hair lightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together to pull him further into you.Â
âJungkook,â You moaned out, the bed creaking from under you from the power of his thrusts. âIâm gonna-âÂ
âFuck baby, please cum for me,â He kissed you hungrily, his fingers and hips moving faster against you until you unfold around him, holding onto him tightly as you repeatedly call out his name. He follows you, your pussy clenching around him sending him into his own orgasm. He stilled inside of you, resting his weight on you as he kisses you softly. âAre you okay?â he asks as he lifts his head up to look at the ribs that healed months ago.Â
âIâm great, Kook,â You giggle, bringing his attention back up to you. âAre you?â You ask softly, eyes wide as you search him for any signs of discomfort.Â
âOf course,â He kisses you softly, rolling off of you and pulling you onto his chest as he lets out a slight groan of satisfaction. âIâm always okay when Iâm with you.âÂ
It turns out you were right all those years ago on the playground.Â
Itâs just you against the world.
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Note: AAHHHH IT'S FINALLY THE END!
I'm so sorry that that took me literally forever to finish, I just didn't really want to say goodbye, you know?
I hope you enjoyed the ending, and thank you so much for sticking with me the whole way through. This story is my baby, and I honestly can't wait to keep working on it.
I love you <3
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Oh. That's not that bad, I guess.
*is strangely ramming into random walls*
â @dazaii-osamuu
Dazai? What're you doing?
#ooc: if we consider everything....#ehat if some of his family is actually still alive somewhere#yokosuka? tokyo? idk he gives off the vibes ofn gifted child from a pretty wealthy-ish family#< random guessinf#//#childhood friends to enemies to lovers#omg we've cracked the code /j#(also what dazai said here is what actually happened to me when i was a kid)#(take it as you will but thank god i look like a guy /silly)#<- prev tags#omg yes#rich family vibes#// we cracked the code fr#(oh yikes)#(that's good at least)
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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/silvantransthranduiltrash/752978436591583232/ok-bc-ariagreenleaf-inspired-me-over-on-the?source=share
Part 2:
we left off at Thranduil and Miriel's childhood. both of them show an exceptional prowes to magic and strength, it's obvious to see for anyone that know what to look for that they aren't normal elves. but bc they are not only the first elflings to have ever been born (as opposed to awakening at the lake) but also the first elf/ainur combo, no one really knows what tf is going on at any given time, and they all just write it off as just smth elflings do.
also, i hc that, in this au, most of oropher's ainur power was cut off by Mairon and Melkor when Oropher betrayed them, so while he is still tecknically an ainur, he doesn't have near the power of one, and comes across as a particluarly strong and magically gifted elf.
n e way, one day teen-Thranduil is off on his own, and he comes across a Dragon (capital letter needed), and not the weird corrupt knock offs that Melkor created, no a proper Dragon. Dragons are someone of a mix between an ainur and an elf, power wise. Eru created them as a sort of unpredictable variable that'll keep ME from going to far into the dirt. most ainur don't like Dragons bc the ainur have no influence over them. furthermore, Dragons are arguable the most prideful creatures in all of arda, so they won't listen to anyone or anything (Eru created them specifically with the idea of being overwhelmingly prideful for the sole purpose of "no one can get them to bend a knee, not even a vala"). also, they can shape shift.
did i forget to mention Thranduil is trans in this au (like my other au?) yes? well, now you know!
anyway, Thranduil and the Dragon, Ingen, meet and they weirdly hit it off? instance sexual attraction, iykwim. the relationship is kind weird, bc it's also a bit of enemies/rivals to lovers, but they still aren't lovers, they just weirdly respect each other and find each other attractive, but by god does Ingen piss Thranduil off on a good day. interesting relationship.
and so, Thranduil falls pregnant with Ingwe and Lasgen (he's 38 btw, so about 16-ish in elven years. between there having never been any elflings before him and Miriel, thus there being nothing to compare them too, and the elves having no real understanding of when one becomes an adult or how age works, and with Thranduil and Miriel being half ainur, everything's a little up in the air and confusing)
Oropher and Cloudryad are like "jfc" but also, they can't judge bc they didn't know what they were doing either, the twin's conception is a result of hate-fucking, and Cloudryad was technically only 10 yo when she had the twins bc, while she spawned at the lake fully grown, she's only been alive for 10 years. like i said, confusing times.
Miriel is extatic at being an aunty (though she is somewhat pissed at ingen for taking advantage of her brother (i need to clarify that the Ingwen-thranduil relationship was consensual on both fronts, minus the whole age thing).
so, Ingwe and Lasgen are born and they are definitely their parent's kids alright, even though Ingen barely ever shows himself. thranduil is pretty much a single parent, and that's how he likes it.
and of course, Miriel and Thranduil also get stuck with babysitting duty for Cloudryad's sister Elya, and her friend Mori, mothers of Elwe, olwe, and finwe respectivly. the twins don't really have a problem with it, tbh, but it does mean that the -we's all get semi-raised by half ainur/half elves, with the benefit of having part ainu/part elf/part dragon playmates. needless to say, shit gets weird, and they certainly have an unconventional/chaotic childhood that makes them significantly stronger than most of their elven peers.
and of course, Melkor and Mairon hear about their greatgrandbbies, and there's an uptick of attacks on the family bc GREATGRANDBBIES. they also try to hunt down Ingen bc HOW DARE HE-. once again, i don't know if M&M are trying to get to Ingwe and Lasgen bc they want their ggb or bc they want to kill them.
end of part 2
now onto part 3
#oropher son of mairon#lord of the rings#lotr#lotr elves#the hobbit#silmarillion#legolas#thranduil#tolkien#oropher#miriel therinde#ingwe#shamelessly pushing my âmiriel and thranduil are twins agendaâ
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idk i feel like weâve already talked about this (we did!! itâs here!! by the lovely @mac-lilly) but a sweet home alabama-ish juke au. yknow. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers again
mostly for this scene:
ânice dress,â he shouts over the rain and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. âwhereâs your husband?â he barely throws a glance at her, his eyes quickly averting back to his task at hand â burying the rods deeper i to the sand.
julie is drenched from head to toe, her wedding dress ruined, her hair a nightmare â her make up is probably leaking all over her face, and her feet are aching. but as she gets ready to give him her answer, she canât help but smile â a genuine one.
âiâm looking at him,â she says simply.
luke stops moving, his back to her as his arms hang on either side of the metal rod he was now gripping with a little more force than necessary.
for a moment neither of them say anything, with only the sound of nature roaring around them.
it represented them well â the pouring rain, the crashing waves; the thunderous clouds and blinding lightning: it was a lot, all-encompassing and overwhelming.
their love was a force of nature, and they both knew it.
luke slowly turns around, hands dropping to his sides.
âwhat are you talking about?â his eyes scan the darkened area behind her, trying to spot the blond head he knows will inevitably pop up. âwhereâs nick?â he finally asks when he fails to see him.
âheâs not here, luke,â she says, taking a step towards him. lukeâs eyes are back on her, as he watches her warily. what was she up to? torturing him until the last minute?
âhe left for new york an hour ago.â
just hearing the name of the city that had become julieâs new home reminds luke why he had tried so hard to guard his heart.
he nods brusquely at julie, walking past her as he shouts over his shoulder.
âyou should hurry and catch up to him â wouldnât want to miss your wedding night.â he grimaces as the words leave his mouth, instantly regretting it.
he sounded petty. and he also definitely didnât want to picture julie on her wedding night with someoneâŠ..that wasnât him.
luke stops to pick up his equipment off the ground, shaking his head as he digs around in the sand to make sure he doesnât leave anything behind.
âiâm not joining him.â
luke stops moving, his fingers freezing mid-search as her words slowly sink in.
she couldnât-
she didnât-
âwe didnât get married, luke.â
her words hit him like a bag of bricks, dropping everything he had picked up as he slowly straightens up, his back still to her.
he takes in a deep breath- and another, eyes closed and fists clenched as he tries to squash down the hope that stubbornly started rising up in his chest.
âwhy not?â
âapparently,â she starts, her voice slowly getting closer. ââŠweâre still married.â
lukeâs eyes snap open at her statement, swirling around to find her standing only a few feet away.
âstill married? but i signed the papers, just like you asked me to.â
âyeah well turns outâŠi kinda forgot to.â she shrugs, shoulders moving up and down as a small smile makes its way on her face.
âforgot?â he asks incredulously. âforgot?â
luke groans as he rakes his fingers through his hair, letting out a humourless laugh.
âjulie,â he says, eyes on hers. âwhat do you want?â
âyou,â she answers simply. âyou were my first kiss,â she continues, taking a step closer. âand i want you to be the last.â
that throws him off for a second, recalling a time when they were kids and julie had told him the exact same thing.
they were older now- things were differentâŠright?
luke just shakes his head to clear it, and asks again.
âno i mean- what do you want to be married to me for anyway? wasnât nick what you were always looking for?â
julie shakes her head as her smile turns blinding, taking a step towards him, and then another, until she was crowding him, standing in his space.
âso i can kiss you whenever i want.â
she grabs his drench collar, and pulls, until he was only inches away.
âand no luke, it was always you.â
#technical word who lol#basically heâs prepping stuff to let the lightning make pretty glass with the sand#abyWAY#HAPPY JUKE JEUDI!#AGAIN#this is what happens when i watch snippets of movies while eating dinner#jatp#juke#julie and the phantoms#my fics#i guess#this was so rushed and i just cba but i wanted to convey how well the au could work with tweaks#like maybe julie went to new york cause she wanted to work enough to support jatp or sunset curve ? but luke felt he was only ever holding#her back#maybe he went up to new york a few times and just felt way too out of place compared to LA#but he never told her#and never called her back or replird to her messages#so julie just thought he was done with her and so stayed heartbroken in new york#and then blah blah blah stuff happen blah#anyway
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Interested in that wlw dream inspired fic đ
i had a dream the other night where a queen and like a rouge maybe (still not entirely sure what they were) were childhood friends, but then one day the rouge thinks itâs funny to prank the queen and steal the kingdoms magic jewel and hide it somewhere else, just to freak the queen out a little, except she ends up accidentally getting rid of all the jewels magic somehow. she has to then run away from the guard but ultimately gets caught and thrown in the dungeon anyway. the queen comes to see her and asks why she did it, and i have some very rough dialogue written for it, but she does escape and basically goes on the run while trying to figure out how to bring back the jewels magic.
it would be friends to enemies(ish) to lovers and i may change it so that the queen goes with cause itâs her âresponsibility to the kingdomâ and also cause she doesnât entirely trust the rouge anymore. its a very rough idea and thatâs what the first chapter would be most likely but i really like the idea and wanna flush it out more in the future.
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