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My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

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I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

—

Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

—

You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

—

The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

—

The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

—

Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

—

James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

—

A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

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Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

Devon Bostick (Rodrick Heffley)

❤️Exploring - Imagine messing about with Rodrick and exploring your sexualities (Drabble/Imagine)

Tom Holland

❤️Gym - imagine getting freaky when working out with Holland!Peter Parker

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Apple of My Eye

Harry Hook x Non-binary! Child of Snow White! Reader

Follows the Events of Descendants 1, Descendants 2, and Descendants 3

Prologue: Once Upon a Time

Chapter One: Be Our Guest

Chapter Two: Friend Like Me

Chapter Three: Something There

Chapter Four: Out There

Chapter Five: I see the Light

Chapter Six: I'm Wishing

Chapter Seven: I Wanna be like You

Chapter Eight: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Chapter Nine: Be Prepared

Chapter Ten: You'll be in My Heart

Chapter Eleven: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Chapter Twelve: Some Day My Prince will Come

Chapter Thirteen: Audrey Knows Best

To be continued...

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an eye for an eye — p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: revenge, angst, smut, fluff

synopsis: Sunghoon nurtured a profound animosity towards his childhood friend, Lee Heeseung, blaming him for his sister's death. To Sunghoon, his sister was the only person who had genuinely loved him, making Heeseung's perceived betrayal unforgivable. This deep resentment sparked an intense desire for revenge, driving Sunghoon to extreme measures to achieve it. But to what extent would he go to find satisfaction in his vengeance against Lee Heeseung? Would his plans unfold smoothly, or would everything take an unexpected turn, throwing his schemes into something he didn’t expect.

word count: 8.1k

warnings: smut MDNI! unprotected sex, fingering, fake marriage, kidnapping (kinda), possessive hoon, swearing, mentions of death, hoon has detachment issues, depression. (typographical errors)

an eye for an eye: part 2 - masterlist

Where are you going?” Sunghoon asked you as he entered your room. He saw your reflection from the mirror in front. There was a knot in his forehead as if knew something that displeased him.

You stopped combing your hair as you sigh. Last night was bad enough. You both were sharing the same room. You didn’t sleep well enough to the fear that he might creep up on you.

“I have a shop to run, Sunghoon. I have something to take care of at work.”

“There’s no need for that. I’ll hire someone to manage your business.”

You turned to look at him. “You don’t expect me to just be here all day.”

“Actually, I do.” He picked up an envelope that was laying on the side table. “You don’t need to work. I could provide you with everything.” You took a deep breath as if drawing upon a thousand reserves of patience.

“I need to bake, Sunghoon. I want to bake.”

“Well, if you miss doing that, just go to the kitchen. You have everything you need there. You could even bake with Aunt Chul’s help.”

“But—“

“It’s still a no, Y/n.” He already left the room before you could even say anything. You were left staring blankly at the closed door.

This can’t be happening! You quickly exited the room and looked for Sunghoon. As you decended the great staircase, you saw him entering the study room. Sitting on his swivel chair while looking so irritatingly handsome.

“Is this part of your revenge, Sunghoon? Taking my love for baking away from me?”

He gave you a deadpan look. “No.” Sunghoon answered then continued scanning the documents he was holding.

You sigh exasperatedly then sat on the chair in front of his table. You forcefully hit the table to get his attention. “Sunghoon, it wasn’t part of our agreement that I wouldn’t be allowed to enter my own shop.”

You explained, your voice filled with restraint. “I love my work. I love baking. I need to be there.”

Your husband leaned back on his chair, feeling your intense gaze piercing through him. “There’s a big chance you brother would come looking for you there. Which I don’t want to happen. So you’re not going anywhere.”

“But—” You were about to say something when your gaze shot to the door as it suddenly opened.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your brother Heeseung’s voice echoed inside Sunghoon’s room.

You quickly stood up from your seat and stared at your brother with wide eyes. You weren’t expecting him to barge in especially since you knew he wasn’t in korea.

“See for yourself, Lee.” Your husband responded with a blank face.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not talking to you.” Heeseung complained angrily and turned to you. “What is this? Why are you here Y/n? Why are you with him? Damn it!”

“I…” Your lips quivered. “We got married, Hee. Sunghoon and I got married.”

“No. You’ve got to be kidding me.” His brown furrowed. “What were you thinking, Y/n? Why did you marry him?! You didn’t even consult me about it, for Pete’s sake!” He was clearly stressed out.

“I-it was all so sudden. I wasn’t able to tell you because—”

“Did he threaten you? Hurt you?” He approached you and lifted up your chin to scan your face to see if you’re okay. Your brother looked really worried. Scared, even.

You heard Sunghoon chuckled sarcastically. “Hurt her? Oh, I’m not quite sure if I want to hear that from the person who did something more than that.”

Heeseung gave him a dark look. “You son of a—”

“Stop it, Hee!” You restrained him just as he was about to charge at Sunghoon. “Don’t hurt him. I’m married to him now and I love him.”

“Bullshit!” He shouted, causing you to step back at the intensity of his anger in his voice. Your brother looked furious and dangerous, as if he was ready to kill someone.

He grabbed your wrist and draggedyou towards the door. “I’m taking you home with me.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Sunghoon approached you both and grabbed your waist, forcefully pulling you away from your brother. You could feel his warm and hard body against yours.

“She’s my wife, Lee. And she’s staying here with me whether you like it or not.”

“Damn you.” Heeseung clenched his fist, fighting the urge to punch your husband.

“Please, Hee.” You pleaded. You believed that you were doing the right thing. You were doing this for the two most important people in your life. ‘I’m okay here. Don’t worry about me.”

Your brother pressed his lips firmly. “I promise to get you out of here, Y/n. And I’ll make sure that this bastard pays for this.” He assured you, looking at his childhood friend with a stern look.

“Oh?” Sunghoon smiled, but there was no trace of humor in his expression. “Please, go ahead. Entertain me.”

With heavy strides, her brother left the room ang slammed the door. You tried breaking free from Sunghoon once you were sure that your brother had left. But he refused to let you go. He tilted your chin up and looked straight into your eyes. His cold and dark eyes reminded her of danger, and your knees started to weaken.

“Did you see what happened? It would be a total chaos if you and your brother see each other. Especially since it happened in front of me.” He loosened his grip on you.

“So don’t get your hopes up, Y/n, because I assure you that nothing—no one—not even your brother, can separate us.”

If only they were a normal couple, in a way you would take his words a sweet promise.

“You’re stuck with me, forever.” He breathed.

And without any warning, he captured your lips, in a hot and mind-blowing kiss.

—

You’ve been in the bathtub for almost an hour now without having any intentions of getting up. Your mind seems to be drowning in deep thoughts about what happened earlier.

Seeing Sunghoon and you brother at each other’s throats was not a good sight. Hearing their heated conversation didn’t do your heart any good either. It’s like the two of them were about to fight in boxing arena earlier.

You sighed heavily and poked the rubber ducky in the tub. You immersed yourself even more until the water level reached your nose.

You have other concerns right now. The night came and you’re starting to freak out because you’re once again going to sleep in the same bed with ‘husband’.

You remembered him saying,

“You are mine, Y/n. Including your body.”

It’s true that money was the main reason why you two got married. But that doesn’t change the fact that you are legally married and he could do whatever he pleased to do to you.

You agreed to give yourself to him in exchange for the money that he would lend for your estate.

It’s just cliché if you think about it. The handsome and wealthy wanted wanted the woman in exchange for his help in saving their sinking business. But in the end, the man falls in-love with the woman because of her beauty and kindness. You giggled, finding the story a bit funny rather than romantic.

But deep inside, you knew that the story was way far from your story with Sunghoon. The reason why he wanted you was crystal clear.

He wanted revenge.

And you were happened to be the one he chose to get back at your brother. But you couldn’t bring yourself to deny the fact that you still loved him the same way you did back then.

“Y/n?” You flinched when you heard Sunghoon’s voice calling for you. “You’ve been there for over an hour already. Get out or I’ll break this goddamn door.”

Your eyes widened as you quickly stood up from the bathtub. “Wait!” You grabbed the towel and hurriedly dried your body.

Sunghoon started to count. Damn it, when did he get so impatient?

Panicking, you wrapped the towel at your slightly damped body and opened the door, slightly annoyed.

You were greeted by Sunghoon’s tall figure, and you felt yourself melting under the intensity of his gaze upon you.

Despite your height of five seven, you still felt small in comparison to his towering figure. He looked vey godly in his naturally pale skin, dark hair, and strong muscular body. He was staring down at you, his eyes dark and intense with lust.

You tightened your grip on the fabric that is barely covering your still wet body. You could feel the water dripping from your hair, down to your skin. It was quite strange that you didn’t feel any coldness. Sunghoon’s stare was scorching hot.

You absentmindedly licked you lower lip with your tongue. The man’s eyes turned black and desire heated your blood.

He moved closer, grabbing you by your waist and gave you a hot kiss; sucking not only your energy but also your soul. Your hand automatically went to his neck while the other tried to touch his hard chest; taking his warmth, feeling him, loving him.

“Y/n…” His voice was rough and growly. He held your waist and pressed both your bodies even closer together. You gasped when you felt his readiness. The peaks of your breasts instantly hardened and you felt hot liquid pooled in your core.

You tried to deepen the kiss. He suddenly lifted you up without ever breaking the kiss as he carried you towards the bed. He gently laid you down on the bed while you continued to share a passionate and sloppy kiss.

A protest escaped from your mouth when Sunghoon stopped kissing you. You focused your blurry eyes and found him slowly undressing himself in front of the bed.

He was seductively taking his clothes off, obviously teasing you. The desire in his eyes were evident. You felt that he could also see it in your eyes. You glanced down at him and you gulped. Could you even handle that? He was big, hard, and powerful.

You were scared, but you were also eager to have him inside you at the same time.

He joined you in the bed. He hovered above you ang captured your lips once again. Feeling lightheaded from the sensation you felt, you barely noticed as Sunghoon effortlessly removed the towel that was covering your heated body.

You gasped when you felt his big hands moulding your soft yet heavy breasts. His lips travelled down your neck and sucked on your sensitive skin.

“S-sunghoon—I…

” You involuntarily pulled at his hair as he lowered his mouth to your breasts. He took the pinkish tip and sucked on it like a baby. He mercilessly played with your nipple while all you could do was moan helplessly. It felt so good and you wanted more.

His lips went back to your mouth and sucked your tongue while his hands were roaming around your delicate curves. The warmth of his hands made your nerves sizzle. You could feel the blazing desire for each other consuming you, separating you from the real world.

Unable to resist, you also explored his body with your hands. You started touching his chest down to his delicious abs. You heard him hiss when you touched his raging manhood.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon cursed under his breath. He opened his eyes and saw you looking at him with lust in your eyes.

You wanted to pleasure him and make him go crazy, just as he did to you. You started to move your hand up and down his thick and swollen shaft. You could hear his heavy breathing and it encouraged you to continue what you were doing. You have never felt so powerful ang sexy in your whole existence.

“I won’t last long if you keep doing that. I may not be able to satisfy you, baby.” He said as you wrapped your Legs around his waist, forcefully pressing your bodies together. You moaned when you felt his huge manhood pressing on your lower abdomen. “Then, take me now.”

“You’re not ready yet..”

“Oh, but I am. I am all ready for you, Sunghoon.” You shamelessly answered. All you knew was that you wanted him to take you completely and repeatedly.

Sunghoon bit his bottom lip as his eyes blazed with desire for you. He rubbed his thick shaft on your wet and waiting core and you couldn’t help but to quiver at the contact.

“Please...” You whispered pleadingly.

Without a word, Sunghoon spread your thighs, exposing the most intimate part of your body to him. Your cheeks burn and you tried to hide your face into the pillow, but he didn’t allow it.

“Don’t, you’re beautiful.” He said, gently caressing your cheeks.

Sunghoon positioned himself between your legs as you readied yourself for your first intimate union. You looked at him with plead with a gasp leaving your lips in anticipation.

In one heavy thrust, he entered you. Sunghoon kissed you hard to contain your sobs and to help subside the pain. You could feel him throbbing inside you, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered on your lips.

You shook your head. You wanted to feel his possessiveness and carnal desire towards you. You wanted him fast and deep inside of you because if not, you would definitely go crazy. You lifted your hips, subtly deepening his conscience.

“Fuck!” He cursed hotly. He firmly gripped your waist, restraining you. “Don’t do that.”

“Please, Sunghoon. I want you.” Your incredibly gorgeous man inhaled sharply then kissed you hard on the mouth. His tongue toyed with yours, seeking for your sweet and wild taste. Your hands roamed around his body, from his perfect six-pack to his sexy ass.

Sunghoon started to move again and you eagerly met his long and deep thrust. You could feel him stretching you the walls of your insides. The pain was now replaced with pleasure. Cries and sobs filled the room. You could hear the sound of his flesh slamming against yours.

“Baby…” He was taking her ruthlessly. Rough and fast. You tried to match his pace and intensity.

You could feel him brutally sliding in and out of you, the pleasure made you shiver and you couldn’t help but to ask for more. You tightly wrapped your legs around his waist to allow him to penetrate deeper inside you. You wanted all of him, wanting to give him all of you in return.

“Sunghoon..” You could feel your release coming. You grabbed his neck and kissed him deeply. “I’m cumming!”

“Me too, baby.” He panted.

“Me too..” You clung into each other as if your lives depended on one another.

Together, you both reached the joy brought by your solitude. You were still experiencing minor shivers pleasure when Sunghoon kissed again, fully taking your breath away. You kissed him back and embraced him tightly.

You wondered if you could ever own him the same way he owned your—heart, body, and soul.

You woke up by the feeling of small kisses prepping against your back. You gasped when you felt Sunghoon suck your neck.

“Good morning,” He whispered into your ear. You turned to greet him back but he was fast to capture your lips. He tasted so good it was hard for you to suppress a moan. But before things could get any further, Sunghoon pulled away. That’s when you noticed that he was already showered, dressed, and he looked like a meal.

You bit your lip, staring at him.

“Good morning.” You blushingly greeted. He reached out and planted one last kiss on your forehead.

Sunghoon, what are we?

“I need to get out, I just have something to take care of. I’ll be back before dinner.” He stood away from the bed.

“See you later.”

Okay. I love you. But you didn’t say that and just nodded in response.

You got out of bed as soon as he left. Your face flashed as soon as you realized that you were naked. You grabbed the bathrobe and wore it, remembering the times you and Sunghoon shared sexual moments in the past night. Your body ached but it was nothing because your lovemaking last night was heavenly.

But before you could completely dwell in the memories, you headed towards the bathroom to soak in warm water.

After taking a bath, you went to the kitchen to see if Aunt Chul was there. And you immediately smiled upon seeing her.

“Oh, dear, you’re here! Looks like you slept well last night, huh?” She said with a hint of teasing. You wrinkled your nose and looked away with an embarrassed face.

“Are you up to something, Auntie?”

“Oh, it’s nothing much. I’m just making a list of groceries to buy. You should to the garden, Dear. Have your breakfast with Mr. Park there. I’ll bring the food for the both of you.”

You paused upon hearing what she said. “M-Mr. Park is here?”

“Yes, he arrived earlier this morning,” She said while inspecting the grocery list.

“He must have been eager to come home as soon as he found out about you and Sunghoon getting married. After all these years, who would’ve known that you two would really end up together, right?” She continued when you weren’t able to respond immediately.

“By the way, I heard from one of the helpers that your brother came here yesterday.” Her eyes settled on you softly. “It’s good that he and Sunghoon have reconciled. Thank you, Dear. You managed to bring them back together.” You smiled wryly.

You couldn’t say that there was a price to pay for your marriage to Sunghoon. That your brother and husband nearly killed each other when they met yesterday. Where were all the people here yesterday? It was impossible that no one heard the constant shouting. Or maybe they were just quiet and only talked amongst themselves when they’re alone.

“Oh, it was nothing.” You added despite the nervousness you felt.

“Then what are you still doing here, Dear? You should go ahead and meet with Mr. Park.” She nudges you.

“Don’t bother bringing the food there, Auntie. I’ll be back here shortly.” You said before turning away.

Your heart pounded faster. It’s natural to feel nervous, especially when facing your father-in-law, right? If Mr. Park’s late wife were still alive, your nervousness might be even more intense.

Like Sunghoon, his father exudes an authoritative aura. Dominant. Yes, you sometimes saw glimpses of him when you were children, but he would only stare at you with his gaze and turn away.

You swallowed hard when you saw him.

“Come here, child. Have a seat.” You moved closer and sat on the chair that is opposite to him. “Good day, Mr. Park.”

“Dad,” he corrected, causing you to blush. “Good day to you too, Dear. How are you?” Something about the old man had changed. He seemed more approachable now. He was easier to talk to and his once sharp eyes was now softer.

“I’m doing great, D-dad. How about you?”

“Well now that my son is married, I feel more at ease now.” He answered, smiling. “I was planning to matchmake Sunghoon with another woman, but it seems it was no longer necessary.”

You stomach knotted at the thought of Sunghoon marrying someone else.

“I’m so glad that he married you. He deserves to be happy after everything that he had been through.”

Your eyes softened at his words.

“Sohyun’s death really hit him hard.” You said with hint of sadness in your voice.

“Yes, but that’s just one part of the story.”

“What do you mean by that?” Confusion took over you.

Mr. Park sighed heavily.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” You hesitated but still nodded.

“You do know that Sunghoon is my illegitimate, right? It was a shock that he just suddenly appeared in our lives. We didn’t know what to do and what to feel about it. My wife, of course, hated him, and so did my parents. Even I wasn’t been a good father to him. Almost everyone knew that he was my illegitimate child, but you didn’t know that he wasn’t loved and accepted.”

You looked down in shocked, unable to look at you father-in-law in the eyes.

“I remembered, when he was a kid, he would just shut himself inside his room and wouldn’t talk to anybody. The only person who accepted and loved him was his sister, Sohyun. He changed because of her. That’s why losing her caused him so much pain.”

He took a deep breath as if drawing strength from it to continue.

“And when her sister died, he became even colder than before. And I wasn’t able to do anything for him.”

You just looked down. You didn’t know what to say. Now you understand why Sunghoon’s anger to your brother was so intense. Sohyun was Sunghoon’s salvation.

Yes, you know how painful it is to lose someone you love, but you weren’t able to consider how big of a loss his sister's absence would be for him. Especially since Sunghoon thinks that only his sister Sohyun was the only person who loved him.

You’re not denying that your brother had his faults in what happened, but it was all an accident.

You wanted to help Sunghoon. You wanted him to go back to the way he was, but how will you do that?

You can no longer bring back the one person that Sunhoon treasured the most.

Your hopes to bring back the man you love was slowly shattering to pieces. You knew you can’t heal the deep wound he had in his heart. You didn’t have that power. You would never have that power. Him seeing you would always make him remember the pain that he felt back then.

He could never move on with you around. He would never be happy.

Mr. Park took your hands and you looked at him. His eyes were read, and as if he were to close them, tears would fall from it.

“I don’t know why and how it happened, but I’m thankful that you met again and that my son and your brother finally reconciled. I saw life in his eyes earlier and I got the feeling that he was back once again to his old self. Thank you, Y/n.”

You felt a lump in your throat and you were having a hard time breathing. Your heart ached and your eyes hurt.

You wanted to shake your head and tell your father-in-law that his son still resents your brother. That he shouldn’t be grateful because you can’t help Sunghoon forget the painful past and his resentment towards your brother.

Memories flooded in your mind, memories you’d tried try to forget. Things that only you and your brother knew. Sunghoon is completely mistaken.

“Dear, are you okay?” The worried man tried to gently gain your attention. You swallowed to clear the lump in your throat. Your eyes were stinging but you put on a brave face.

“Oh, I’m fine, Dad. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, clearly not convinced.

“Yes. If you may excuse me.” He nodded. “Alright, dear. You go eat breakfast.” You smiled and turned away to walk towards the house.

It was a big mistake that you married Sunghoon. You weren’t sure where to begin to make things right.

Heeseung stared at him with narrowed eyes, scrutinizing him. Sunghoon handed him the check for the agreed-upon amount that you had with him.

“I don’t need your charity.” Heeseung said, looking at the check that was in Sunghoon’s hands with disdain. “You should leave before I hurt you.”

Sunghoon placed the check on the table and pushed it towards him.

“I don’t care if you accept this or not. I don’t care if you continue to suffer. But would you let your sister’s sacrifice go to waste just because of your worthless pride?”

“Damn you! I knew it! My sister wouldn’t dare to marry without a significant reason.” Sunghoon clenched his fist at what your brother told him. He hated Heeseung with a passion, but that seemed to intensify upon hearing what he said.

“So, that’s why she married you. You promised to give us money. I don’t need your money, Sunghoon. Give me back my sister!”

“Y/n is already married to me. And I’m not sorry to say this but I’m not returning her back to you.”

Heeseung stood up and went close to Sunghoon angrily.

“You piece of shit! And what are you planning to do? Take her away from me to completely hurt me? Don’t you dare lay a finger on her, she has nothing to do with the problem between us!”

“I know that. But I also know that keeping her away from you will make you suffer.” He laughed sarcastically.

“So what? You want me to die of sadness and guilt? It that what you want? Then let me tell you this, Sunghoon. You are just wasting your time because I already died a decade ago.” Heeseung took a deep breath.

“So please, If you’re just going to hurt my sister—”

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt her physically, Heeseung. I’ll just—you know? Make fer fall for me and make her my own personal slave.”

“You bastard…” Heeseung could barely speak out of anger.

“Ah, Heeseung. I’ve known that for a long time now.” Sunghoon laughed.

“My sister would never fall for someone like you. Your cheap trick won’t work on her. And before you even execute your plan, I’ll make sure that I’ve already taken her back from you.”

“Hmm… We’ll see.”

He turned away to leave. He had no intention of hurting you. He didn't want to make you fall in love with him and lead you on for nothing. But he needed to say those to infuriate your brother.

Sunghoon thought he would feel satisfied after what he’d done, but what he felt was far from satisfaction. This wasn't what he had expected. He felt defeated and sadder than before.

He got into the car and looked at the image of your house from a distance. The image of sweet little Y/n waving at him whenever it was time for him to go home appeared so vividly in his mind.

‘My sister would never fall for someone like you.’

The pain it caused shot straight to his heart. His lips formed into a thin line. Sunghoon felt the intense frustration and anger.

“Fuck!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel of his car and took a deep breath. He forced himself to calm down before starting the car and speeded away from the place.

—

Sunghoon caught a sight of you in front of the closet, organizing your clothes. You looked troubled that you didn’t even notice his presence. Your eyes were focused on the clothes you were holding but your mind seemed far away. Sunghoon came close to you. He hugged you from behind, seeking your heat and filling his lungs with your addicting scent.

The moment he felt your soft body, the anger inside him vanished. But in his surprise, you quickly broke free from his embrace and moved away. His gaze immediately sought your face, and he saw fear in your eyes. He felt a punch on his gut and heat spread in his body.

“Good evening. Have you eaten?” His voice was low and cold. He restrained himself from reaching out to hug you again.

You avoided his gaze and continues to focus on what you were doing. “Yeah, I already ate. I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to wait for you.”

He didn’t know why he saw fear in your eyes. He also had no idea why his wife was acting like this when they were just doing fine earlier this morning. But there’s on this he was sure of. He was hurt by you actions.

“I’m sorry for coming home late. I had to talk to the workers earlier about harvesting mangoes tomorrow.” He explained

When you met his gaze again, Sunghoon wished you hadn’t done that at all, because your lifeless eyes further convinced him that something is definitely wrong.

“Ah, I see. It’s better if you eat dinner so you can rest early,” you said as you closed the closet after you finished tidying up. You faced him.

“I’ll be at the library for a while.”

“I already gave the money to you brother.” He suddenly said, making you flinch. “We also talked earlier. More like argues and accused each other… But as you can see, I don’t have bruises, so I can say that we didn’t get physical.” He couldn’t focus on anything else as he was focused of trying to figure you out.

“I see,” You replied shortly. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone for now.” You turned away and Sunghoon couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your arm and forcibly turning you to face him.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” You avoided his eyes and it upset him even more.

“Nothing, I’m just missing the bakery. I’m not comfortable with someone else managing it.” You removed his hand that was holding you. “Clean yourself up before you eat.”

You began to walk out of the room. All he could do was watch your retreating back.

He remembered Heeseung’s words that you could never love someone like him.

After a long time, Sunghoon felt scared. No matter what he says or how hard he tries to hide, the truth will still come for him and slap him hard in the face.

He didn’t just marry you for the sake of revenge. He didn’t simply want you. He needed you like air and sunshine. He loved you.

And the thought that you couldn't love a person like him was like poison, it was slowly killing him.

His sister Sohyun was making a flower necklace and little Sunghoon would just watch her. He was like a rabbit surrounded by colorful butterflies. It was quite fun to watch.

He turned away from his sister and looked around. They were under the biggest and oldest mango tree on the farm. The shade was refreshing. The leaves of the tree underneath were bright grees, and the sun was shining brightly.

He wasn’t used to such places. It’s like he wants to go back in his room and hide. But for some reason, Sunghoon felt safe.

“What are you thinking about, Hoonie?” His sister noticed that his thoughts had gone far once again.

“Are you thinking about locking yourself in your room again?”

He didn’t respond and she continued. “Didn’t I tell you that I’ll protect you from the bad people? You don’t need to be scared and hide away. I’m always here by your side, you know?”

He felt her smile even though he wasn’t looking at her. He acted as if no one was there and that he didn’t hear anything.

His sister chuckled.

“Don’t you know that there are scarier monsters in the dark, like in your room? They eat children who are always alone. So, if I were you, I would always stay outside and be in the light. If you don’t, the monsters will come and eat you alive. Do you want that to happen?”

No. He didn’t want that. He was afraid of monsters and didn’t want them to eat him.

“So, remember this, okay?” Even if I’m not by your side, all you need to do is find the light. And I promise you, you will be okay.”

He’ll be okay? Is it that why he feels safe when he’s here outside? Is it that why he feels relaxed while the fresh wind fills the bottom of the sun?

If that the case, maybe his sister is right. He shouldn’t stay in the dark and hide himself.

A small smile crept onto his lips. He glanced at his sister, but all the remained under the tree was the flowers she had been holding earlier.

Sunghoon woke up and realized that it was all just a dream. It was a scene years ago where he and his sister were still young.

Light. ‘Just find the light and you’ll be okay’.

Y/n….

He reached for the other side of the bed to pull you closer, but his hand found no body. He sprang up from the bed, his heart pounding when he saw that you weren’t there.

Exhausted, he had fallen asleep quickly last night and hadn’t noticed whether you laid beside him or not.

He usually woke early, but today you had beaten him to it. He was no longer accustomed to waking up without seeing your face first thing in the morning.

He hurriedly got up and checked the bathroom. You weren’t there. He went downstairs to see if you were in the living room, but you weren’t there either. You also weren’t in the dining room nor the kitchen when he checked.

‘My sister would never fall for someone like you.’

“Fuck!” He harshly ran his fingers through his hair. His body shook. He felt helpless. You couldn’t have left him.

No, not you. If you left—

“Sunghoon?” He felt disappointed when he heard Aunt Chul’s voice instead of yours. “What happened to you? Are you okay?”

“Have you seen Y/n?” Sunghoon asked, about to lose his mind. Confusion was evident on the older woman’s face.

“She’s at the garden, having coffee with your father.” Aunt Chul explained.

Sunghoon’s rapidly beating hard gradually slowed. His breathing turned to normal. He thanked the elderly woman and then left the kitchen. In less than a minute, he was already in the garden. The sunlight greeted him first before he saw a familiar figure.

You were really there…

You were standing in front of a bed of roses and glowing beautifully under the bright sun. He let out a deep breath before approaching you. He pulled your waist and planted a kiss on your temple, not minding his father who was sitting not far from you.

He gently moved away from you before intently looking at your face. ‘Good morning.”

“Ah… G-good morning.” Perhaps due to surprise, your tongue got all twisted. Your cheeks turned red.

His father cleared his throat. “Well, good morning to you, Sunghoon. You two go ahead and have breakfast; I’ll head up to my room,”

“Aren’t you going to join us for breakfast, Dad?” you asked quickly. The panic in your voice did not escape Sunghoon’s notice.

The old man smiled at you, which surprised Sunghoon. In all the years he had been with his father, it seemed like the first time he smiled like that in front of him. And when did you start calling his father ‘Dad’?

“I’m fine with coffee and the newspaper, Dear. Enjoy your breakfast.” he said before entering the mansion. Before you could follow the old man, Aunt Chul arrived with breakfast. Another helper following her, carrying drinks.

Aunt Chul set the breakfast of the glass table and tidied up Mr. Park’s coffee area. “There’s rice, meat, and some side dishes. There’s also fresh orange juice and hot coffee. Do you need anything else?”

“No, Auntie Chul. Thank you.” Sunghoon nodded to the woman. She smiled and left with the helper.

He returned his attention to you. “Are we just going to stare at each other? Come—” You stepped back, and his hand stopped in mid-air as he tried to hold you. His jaw clenched, and he lowered his hand.

“Let’s eat.”

As you both sat down to eat, you ate quietly. He glanced at you every no and then, you still looked seemingly lost in thought like last night. He wanted to press you to tell him what was bothering you. But he’s afraid you might get scared and would move away completely.

“When did you become so close with Dad?” Sunghoon asked. You stopped eating and looked at him.

“We’re not that close, we just had a chance to talk and chat yesterday.” Sunghoon nodded and drank some orange juice before responding.

“Really? Is my pathetic childhood part of that?” He joked. You didn't know about that part of his life, and it's unlikely that his father would tell you about it.

“Yes.” His eyes quickly focused on you.

“He told me everything. How he regrets not having done anything for you before. That he regretted being an awful father to you. He said he disappointed you because he wasn’t a good father.”

Sunghoon stared at you. “Oh, really?” He tightened his grip on the cutlery that he was holding.

“Yes, really. I know you have a lot of resentment towards your dad, and I don’t blame you for that. But I felt his pain when we talked yesterday. I saw how sorry he was. I think he’s ready to make it up to you.”

“I refuse to talk about this,” He insisted firmly, but you were being stubborn and continued.

“Forgive your father. You shouldn’t live with hatred in your heart, Sunghoon. Free yourself from anger. It wouldn’t help you at all. You’ll only hurt yourself in the end.”

“Are you saying this to make me forgive your brother too?” You looked at him surprised.

“W-what? No!”

“Then stop talking about this!” he snapped.” “My father never loved me. I was nobody to him. I don’t feel anything for him, so I don’t need to forgive him. ”

“But—”

“no more buts, Y/n,” he interrupted. “I still have a lot to do at the farm. Excuse me.” He stood up and walked back to the mansion without looking back.

“Damn it!” You sadly watched him walk away until he disappeared. It hurts you to see him like that.

Maybe you can’t bring him back to how he used to be, the cheerful man you knew when his sister was still alive. Sohyun was Sunghoon’s light and sunshine. You can’t replace the woman in his life.

But perhaps, if you could mend the relationship between the father and son, maybe it could lessen Sunghoon’s bitterness towards the world. That’s all you know how to do right now. There’s no way he could possibly want your love. And even if you gave it to him fully and completely, it wouldn’t be enough to erase what you’ve done.

Yes, what you’ve done.

You’ve been in your private kitchen for an hour now. This is where you experiment with new breads and cakes, and you bake here whenever you have free time. You’ve probably been kneading the bread dough for half an hour now, but because of the deep thoughts that has been bothering you, it made you ignore the tingling sensation in your arms. You were not sure how many days you’ve been like this, but you knew it started the day you talked with Mr. Parks.

You hoped the reconciling your husband and his father will benefit him. It might make him see and feel the love that was taken from him. That might not be a bad idea.

But there’s one thing you thought of that wasn’t good. For you, at least. You planned to distance yourself from Sunghoon once you reconciled him with his father. And from now on, you would make every effort to steer clear of him as much as you could. You would find a way to get your marriage annulled and let him have a happy life.

Even if leaving him would kill you, you needed to accept that you were just not meant to be together. Your lower lip trembled. It would be best to stop baking for now, especially since it’s already late at night. Besides, with how sad you were, the person who might eat the bread would go depressed.

But you didn’t want the prepared dough to go to waste, so you set it aside to let it expand and set the timer for fifteen minutes. You broke free from your train of thoughts when you heard someone knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Who you saw was the last person you expected to see, it was your brother. “Y/n.”

“Hee? What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” He looked haggard.

“Of course,” You quickly replied. You washed and wiped your hands, then took off your baking apron. You both exited the kitchen, and as you passed the baker, Uncle Yoo, you instructed him to take care of the bread you left in the kitchen.

“Is there a problem, Hee?” You asked as soon as you entered your small office. You both sat down on the couch near your desk.

“You don’t look well,” He remarked, ignoring your question.

“I can say the same for you.” You replied sharply.

He took a deep breath. “I talked to Sunghoon. I now understand why you got married to him.”

Your hand tightened on the fabric of your skirt. “I did that to help you.” And Sunghoon.

“I know. But because of that, you’ve been put in a difficult situation, and I’ll do my best to get you out of it.” He grasped your hands. “I’ll talk to my friends in the car racing industry. I’ll borrow money from them. We’ll return the check to Sunghoon and get you away from him as soon as possible.”

“Hee, I’m doing fine. You don’t have to do that.” You replied, but he didn’t seem to believe it. “Just use the money from Sunghoon. Besides, that was a payment, not a gift.” You insisted.

He shook his head.

“No, y/n. You don’t understand. When I talked to that bastard, he told me he’ll make you fall and will lead you to nothing.”

He breathed sharply. “I know you won’t give in to him, but I also know that guy won’t just give up so easily. So I want you to be more careful.” He tightened his grip on your hand and stared into your eyes.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You understood that your brother just wants to look out for you, but the warning came way too late. You have already fallen in love with Sunghoon a long time ago.

“Don’t worry about me.” You said. “I’ll be fine.”

He leaned back on the couch. “I can’t believe Sunghoon would do something like that just so he could get back at me.” Me too, I didn’t know he would do that. You thought sadly.

“Here.” Heeseung handed you your phone. “I’ve been coming back to your shop for days, but you weren’t here every time I tried to look for you. I couldn’t contact you since your phone was left at home. I didn’t want to call the mansion’s landline because I was worried it might cause more problems with your husband.” You sighed and took the phone.

“Actually, I just snuck out today. He didn’t allow me to come here because he knew we might see each other and he doesn’t want that.”

He gave a bitter smile. “Sunghoon wasn’t really joking about keeping us apart.” You also gave him a bitter smile. “Anyway, just call me if you need me.”

You nodded. “I will.”

You both sat there and talked for a few minutes before Heeseung said goodbye. You walked him outside to where his car was parked, and once he left, you turned back towards the shop.

But you hadn’t taken three steps when the door of a car opened, and to your surprise, your husband stepped out.

“That was Heeseung,” He said as he approached you, his eyes were hard and dark. You were speechless at the darkness on his expression.

“We’re going home.” He grabbed your arm forcefully.

“But my things—”

“I’ll send someone to collect your things tomorrow,” He snapped. Sunghoon seated you in the passenger seat before walking around to the driver’s side and getting into the car, slamming the door shut.

The drive back home was quiet. You could feel the tension in the air inside the car.

Once you arrived at the mansion, Sunghoon didn’t waste no time and immediately pulled you towards your shared bedroom. With every step closer to the room, you felt your heart beat faster and faster.

He locked the door as you entered the room.

“What did he say to you?” He asked demandingly. Unable to meet your husband’s gaze, you stared at the floor.

“H-he just asked how I was doing.”

“Asked how you were doing? You expect me to believe that?” He sarcastically chuckled. “He’s going to take you away from me, Y/n! He told me that. Now what? Were you two planning on how you’re going to escape me?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “No!” You firmly denied. “He really just wanted to know how I was—”

“No, Y/n!” He shouted. “I know damn well he plans on taking you away from me…” He was pale and his eyes were wide with… fear? There was no anger plastered on his face. Instead, he looked like a lost child.

“And no! I will not let him! You will not leave me! I will not allow you to do that!”

He took big steps towards you. He was staring at you, as if commanding you not to move an inch. He pulled you close by the waist.

“Sunghoon…”

“I will not let you get away from me, Y/n. You will stay with me forever. Without warning, he leaned down to capture your lips. You closed your eyes, savoring the sweetness of your husband's kiss. You felt his need in the way he claimed your lips. You also felt the tenderness in his touch.

You gasped when you felt his hands cup your behind. And as you parted your lips, Sunghoon kissed you even more passionately. His tongue invaded your mouth, ravaging your sweet taste.

You felt your feet lift off the ground, and soon your back was on the soft mattress. His hard body pushed you down on the bed. Slightly tilting his face, he looked at you passionately. He leaned forward to kiss you again, more gently this time.

“You’re mine,” He whispered against your lips. You kissed him back eagerly. His lips trailed down to your neck, nibbling and licking your now flushed skin. His skilled hands crept inside your skirt.

A sexy moan escaped you mouth when his hand pushed your panties to one side and started to feel your hot and greedy wetness.

“Sunghoon!” You cried out as he pushed one finger deep inside you.

“I know, baby. You need me. I need you, too.” He removed your top and you felt your nippled harden. He took one erect tip into his mouth. You scratched his back in response to his action. You could only close your eyes and lose yourself in his lovemaking.

“Look at me, baby.” He demanded. You forcefully opened your eyes and looked at him. His hands moved faster and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Cum for me.”

You whimpered and exploded into a million pieces. Feeling weak, you closed your eyes but immediately opened them when you felt him moved away from you. Your lips parted as you watched him undress in front of you.

In just a few seconds, he was on top of you again, fully naked. He took your skirt and panties off and threw them somewhere in the room. You remembered your phone was in your skirt, but that didn't matter right now.

His swollen shaft entered you without ceremony. He lifted one of your legs and rested it on his broad shoulders. Rotating his lips, Sunghoon pumped in and out of you almost roughly. You through your hips at him, meeting his every thrust.

“Yes, yes, baby..” He panted. “Cum with me, cum with me.”

You convulsed as you came. He continued burying himself inside of you in deep strokes, groaning as he climaxed. You felt him spill his hot seed inside you.

He collapsed on top of you. He shifted slightly and lay on his side of the bed to avoid completely weighing you with his weight. You heard him utter an oath and it made you clamp around his cock one more time.

Sunghoon’s hand found its way to your breast, softly kneading it as he sought your lips once again.

You both stayed in that position, eyes closed and embracing each other. You could feel your hearts beating as one.

“Tell me you won’t leave me,” Sunghoon spoike softly but firmly. You epened your eyes and saw the evident worry in his.

“I…”

“Say it,” He said demandingly.

“I… I won’t leave you.”

“Good.” He buried his head into your neck and whispered,

“I won’t let you even if you try.”

[short-honey-badger]

Snapdragon 2

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

Summary: Time passes, and you become Mihawk's favorite canvas. But he still can't stand your damn friends.

Thank you to @sanjisleggy for the lovely idea of a Jealous Mihawk ❤️❤️

Part 1 -> HERE Minishot Masterlist

Mihawk hadn't expected you to become one of his favorite customers. Nor had he thought the two of you would grow close enough to end up dating. Shanks had made fun of him, grinning and crowing about how some sweet florist had finally made it through to his black heart. Dracule had promptly tossed the red head from his shop again, telling Shanks to come back when he didn't feel like causing a ruckus.

You'd come to him a few weeks after the first tattoo, another plastic sleeve in hand, but this time, it was a bright red spider lily that you asked him for. Mihawk had watched you shuck your jeans for the second time, exposing his work and your soft flesh to his golden gaze. He'd approached you carefully, reaching out to smooth his hand up from your knee, thumb pressing into your skin, and tracing just outside the ink he'd lain into you the last time.

You'd looked up at him with wide eyes, tongue flicking out to wet your lips. Mihawk wasn't sure who'd moved first, only that your lips were suddenly on his and his hand was in your hair, tilting your head back so that he could kiss you senseless. Instead of the tattoo, the two of you had gone out for coffee afterward, getting to know one another and finding that you had more in common with him than Mihawk would have thought.

Your right leg had become a beautiful canvas full of curling flowers and brilliant blooms that your friends awed over. You would blush and always made it known that it was Mihawk who did them for you.

Today was another such appointment, one that he's been anticipating for a while now. You'd given him creative freedom on this next one, and Mihawk was elated that you wanted something that was uniquely his decorating your body. But for some reason, you were running late, and Dracule expected he knew why.

Even from within his parlor, Mihawk had heard the loud arrival of your rowdy friends. Peeked out the front windows to see the usual group decend on your store, keeping you busy and away from him. He frowns and stands, disheartened that you seemed to have forgotten about your date with him.

Mihawk grabs his coat and shucks it on, and fixes his shirt before he makes the march across the street. He wasn't about to let them hoard you away from him, especially not this evening. The door chimes when he pushes it open, and he sneers at the loud cackling of one of your friends. He spots them easily enough in the back, eyes narrowing in displeasure when he sees one of them has their arm around your shoulders, holding you close and speaking loudly to one of your other friends.

It may be petty, but he doesn't like seeing how close they are to you. He should be the only one who can be so hands-on with you, be able to touch you with such familiarity. A feeling that he doesn't experience often threatens to choke him, but Mihawk isn't so paltry to not know that it's jealousy that he feels.

He stalks forward, coming to a stop on the other side of the counter and clearing his throat. The sudden sound has you whipping around, eyes wide and turning apologetic when you see that it is him. He softens at that, but the sting of envy lingers when your friend jostles you by the shoulders, stepping forward with a wide grin.

"You must be the guy that our girl has talked so much about," He says, and Mihawk doesn't fight the sneer that comes to his lips. He likes this one the least. You aren't theirs. You are his. He thinks hisses in his mind.

"I am, and _ is late for her appointment with me. I came to collect her," He drawls, and his hands tighten into fists inside his coat pockets when your friend just laughs obnoxiously.

"Collect her? Why don't you stay a while? You're always so cooped up in that building, all sad and dreary."

Mihawk's frown deepens, and he flicks his eyes down to you where you are subtly trying to extract yourself, quietly telling your friend to stop and that it wasn't any of his business what Mihawk wants to do. The artist appreciates your efforts, but your friends obviously don't since they all begin to whine. He has a hard time not rounding the counter and physically removing the younger man from you.

"No, thank you," Miahwk says, voice low and dangerous. He watches you finally shove your friend away and then begin to drive your friends to the door with an awkward laugh.

"That's enough, guys. He's right. I don't want to make him wait any longer," you say, and Dracule watches you toss them out and lock the shop doors behind them with a sigh. You look nervous when you turn around, bottom lip between your teeth, "I'm sorry, hun. I told them I was going to be busy this evening, but they stopped by anyway."

Mihawk says nothing. Instead, he stalks forward, hands coming up to grip your cheeks and drag you in for a harsh kiss, all tongue and teeth. He wants to make sure you forget all about your friends. The only thing that the artist wanted you to focus on was him.

"Don't let it happen again, flower. I don't like to be kept waiting," He murmurs quietly, and you nod absentmindedly, eyes glassy and distracted from his kiss. He smirks against your lips, taking them again in a quick embrace before he pulls away and fetches your jacket from behind the counter.

Mihawk meets your eyes when he comes back, tone full of promises, "Now come along, dear. There's a space that needs to be filled."

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍: Pegging w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: DON'T LOOK AT ME. do not. look at. me. LISTEN, someone had to do it even if it had to be me. i must admit i had fun writing this but ohmygod the shame i feel rn LMAOOO. i hope you all enjoy this cause i'm hiding myself under a rock forever.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

"There you go, Spence. Just relax for me." You cooed, your hands gripping at the lithe man's hips. Your thumbs dug into the dimples of his lowerback as you entered him, splitting him open slowly on your strap.

"Mhm!" His whimper was muffles by the bedsheets below, his burning red face hidden in bashfulness. "Who would have thought the big genius could fucked dumb?" You hummed condecendingly. "That's okay though, because you're my good boy, aren't you Spencie baby?" You asked. 

Your slowly moving hips froze when he didn't answer. You bent over his arched form, a hand decending from his hip to weave through the strands of his hair. You tugged on it. Hard. Hard enough to elicit a surprise yelp and lift his head off the bed.

His flushed face was now visible to you, his dark red cheeks being kissed by the cooling air from your ac.

"I asked you a question." Your breath hit the shell of his ear, your strap burying even deeper inside of him. He shivered at the mixture of pleasure and pain prickling deliciously at his nerves. "Don't make me take it back." You said sternly.

"Your good boy! I'm your good boy!" He rushed out, fingers clawing at the duvet under him. "I promise." He said breathlessly. You hummed, pressing more of your full, naked torso onto his back, your breasts resting on his back. The straps of the toy dug into your plush thighs, the rough material burning at your skin satisfyingly.

The close proximity had Spencer reeling, his subconscious falling deeper into a submissive headspace with every act of dominance.

"There you go," You said with a smirk. "I knew you could do it." You placed a hard kiss onto the underside of his jaw where his pulse point was before straightening your body.

Biting your lip in excitement, you pulled your hips back, allowing the toy to catch the man's rim before slamming into him, his ass jiggling a bit at the impact. The rough motion sent Spencer up the bed with a loud, embarrassing moan. 

"That feel good, babyboy? Hm?" You teased, thrusting again. This time, you barely exited him before fucking into him once more, the smack from where your hips met his resounding lewdly throughout the room. 

You knew you'd hit his prostate when a feral mewl rushed from between his lips. His body convulsed, but he still tried to answer you, forever trying to please you.

"S— so… so good." He managed to heave out. "That's it my good boy. C'mon I know you can take it." You praised, coaxing him back down onto your strap.

You kept a steady, fast pace that would occasionally fall out of rhythm with the desperate wiggle of Spencer trying to meet your thrusts on his own. 

An idea struck you, and you stopped moving, which elicited a mewl from the older. 

Settling back on your knees, the toy almost completely slipped out of him. "Sit up, sweetheart." And he did — albeit shakily — fully seating himself down on your lap.

"There," You breathed. "Am I deeper now honey?" Your hands stroked up his chest from behind, your fingers stopping to play with his sensitive nipple, squeezing and tugging them torturously.

"So deep, angel." He moaned, hips jutting out on their own accord. His cock stood tall, amassed to it's full hardness, red, and leaking precum. Your right hand remained on his chest while the other dipped below his waist to stroke his cock.

"Ah!" He cried, his own hand reaching for wrist as he held it on him.

"God, I'm gonna fuck you stupid, pretty boy." You whispered sensually in his near. You nibbled on his earlobe before gyrating your hips into him. Leaving his nipple and his dick, you grabbed both his hands and held them behind you, leaving him unable to squirm out of your grip.

He whined in displeasure at the the loss of friction.

"I wanna see you cum untouched baby, you think you can do that for me?" He nodded his head fastly. "I can." 

Rolling your hips, your cock kissed his prostate and sent him trembling and whining. You didn't relent with your strokes, milking him for all he's worth as you pushed him toward overstimulation.

"Fuck, _____." He moaned. You wished you had a camera to capture the genius of his FBI unit being dwindled down to a begging, brainless mess. Anyone listening in would have thought that you were watching porn.

It was getting harder to enter him, and you knew that meant he was about to cum.

"Cum, my sweet boy." 

You peppered sweet kisses onto the skin of his neck as he exploded, cum shooting out of him, getting some on the bed and painting the flat planes of his stomach.

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

A Bet & The Beach | Mr & Mrs Laufeyson AU | Loki x Reader

Thor encourages you and Loki to attend a party with the other Asgardians in New Asgard. Loki encourages you to ditch the party and have sex on the beach…in the winter.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, public sex, unprotected p in v, knife use to cut clothing, pet names. Reader has been drinking but this is 100% consensual.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Mr & Mrs Laufeyson Masterlist | Loki Masterlist

Loki caught your eye across the bar, amusingly disgruntled at the commotion around him, his long hair messy behind him and his sleeves rolled up to the elbows against the pressing heat of the small space. You flashed him a smile and inclined your head to the door of the pub.

In response Loki downed his drink and made his way across the room, dodging between guests.

It was nice that Thor was embracing his new Midgardian life, but a birthday party in his cramped little pub on the wharf wasn't Loki's idea of a good time even if his brother seemed to be having the time of his life.

As Loki stepped through the door into the cold air he felt your hand around his arm pulling him away from the glow of the windows towards the shadows.

"Hi, Loki," you cooed, rubbing up against him like a cat searching for warmth, your arms working their way around his waist and under his jacket, "you not cold?" You asked, your frozen fingers pressing into his back.

Loki laughed sharply, he was always a little cold, it was mostly refreshing to be outside, "no, not really. Are you?" He looked down at your cheek pressed into his shirt already knowing the answer from the way you snuggled into him.

"Hmm yeah freezing, Lokes" your answer was muffled by his firm chest and the slight slur from the recent round of shots in the bar.

"Why did you come out here then?"

"Missed you, you looked like you needed a break as well," you were right and the knowledge that you knew him so well made the heat rise back to his cheeks. Drinking and eating he could do, dancing he enjoyed. But not with that many people all crushed together in such a small space, it was claustrophobic and the distinct lack of your company had put a dampner on the entire thing.

"You're a clever one, aren't you, Darling?" You preened under his praise and nodded.

"I try."

"I've got an idea too, to warm you up, if you like?" He offered stepping further away from the pub while trying to keep you wrapped in his arms.

"Yeah? A nice hot bath?"

He did enjoy taking long, hot baths with you, taking it in turns to soap each other and luxuriating in the feel of your body pressed against his. But that wasn't what he'd been planning.

"Not quite...I thought we could go to the beach... everyone's at the pub. I could warm you up-" his lips stretch into a smirk as you looked up at him, his eyes twinkling with mischeif.

"Mr Laufeyson are you suggesting we have sex on the beach?!" You asked, a hint if laughter in your question and your own eyes now alight with the idea.

"Yes." He squeezed his arm around you and placed a chaste kiss to your lips, tempting and teasing.

"We'll get caught!" You giggled, but your hands were already running up and down his sides, tugging at his shirt and betraying your interest.

"I'm not hearing 'no'," he smirked again and you melted against him. You'd do pretty much anything he asked and he knew it, that was the dangerous part, you enjoyed the chaos as much as he did. "Okay, what if I magic us some sort of protection?"

You pulled away from his strong arms and walked down the stone steps, Loki stepped ahead, holding his hand out to steady you as you decended onto the deserted beach.

"You promise?" You asked, pouting with the pretence of nerves.

"I promise, Mrs Laufeyson, I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, would I?" You frowned. He would embarrass the two of you though, if it he thought it was funny enough, "besides, I want you all to myself." He growled, scooping you up bridal style to carry you across the sand, the water lapped gently in the dark, and the waning crescent moon gave only enough light to pick out his sharp features.

When you reached the corner of the harbour wall, suitably shrouded in darkness and lust, Loki adjusted his hold, wrapping your legs around his waist instead and backing you up until you were caged between the cold stone behind and his hot, hard, body to your front.

"You look beautiful tonight, wasted on these mortals," he growled, kissing your neck until you were squirming in his grasp.

"Lo, I'm mortal," you gasped, his hand squeezing your thigh harder and you groaned, rolling your hips to meet his.

He snaked a hand between you, resting your weight against the wall, to push your skirt up.

"Why are you wearing tights!" He complained, his way bared by the sensible but very irritating tights you'd worn against the cold air.

"It's 5 degrees!" Before you could protest further Loki had conjured a short dagger, the blade of his knife nicking the seam at your thigh and ripping a hole through your tights and the gusset of your underwear. "Loki!"

He only grinned back, the dagger vanishing again as quickly as it appeared. "I'll fix them...although I don't think you're that upset," he slid two long digits inside of you, already wet and desperate from his earlier show of strength and the excitement that at any moment someone could leave the pub and find you both here.

"I'm still cold," you nipped at the exposed skin above his shirt collar, laving your tongue over the teeth marks, "I think I need more to warm me up."

"Of course, my Darling, anything for you." Loki gave you one last cheeky smile before lowering you down, filling you in one move and pressing his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

"Shhh, Darling." He soothed, kissing across your cheek to your ear, "anyone could hear you."

Just the thought made you moan again so you dropped your head to his shoulder, sucking a bruising kiss into his skin and muffling your noises.

Loki's thrusts were erratic but you didn't mind. Seeing him in his Midgardian clothes, more relaxed than his formal Adgardian attire but still smart, had you dying to be alone together since the moment he finished getting dressed. It was thrilling to see the strong outline of his shoulders, the lean lines of his arms and legs instead of keeping them buried under his silly cape and you relished in the feel of his body so close to yours.

Together you chased your release, stumbling against the rocks in your haste before Loki gave in and fell to the sand, covering your body with his.

"I love you, my Darling," he huffed feeling you clench around him, "come for me."

Your breath misted between you with one last silent cry and Loki followed you, the feeling of you squeezing and milking him too much to resist.

"I love you too, Lokes." You whispered while you tried to catch your breath.

It only took you both a few minutes to straighten your clothes and sidle back into the little pub, Loki kept an arm wrapped around you, protecting you from the continued press of bodies against the bar.

"Have fun, brother? Little Sister?" Thor's voice boomed from beside you, heat rose on the back of your neck but Loki seemed to preen under the attention.

"Very much so," Loki answered, arms round your waist trapping you against the bar and nipping at the shell of your ear, "how could I not!" He grinned.

Thor clapped him on the back before spinning to shout at Korg and Brunhilde on the other side of the room.

"You owe me €20!"

"They did not!" The brunette shouted back, barely looking up from her card game.

"They did! I told you so!" Thor left you both at the bar laughing into your own drinks.

[cecexwrites]

Decendants Masterlist

Name: Adalie Le Bete Fic: Wasting Time With Rabbits, Ruthless Ship: Kniles Knave FC: Florence Hunt The Jewel of Auradon, Princess Adalie is a beloved figure to the people of Auradon. But not everything is as it seems beneath her sweet as candy exterior lies a schemer

Name: Aleksander Westergaard Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Galston Legume FC: Danny Griffin After the joining of Auradon and the gathering of the villains, The Westergaard family were chosen as the guardians, mostly because of their loyalty and their numbers. Aleks is of the latest generation learning to defend the crown from magic and evil.

Name: Bellamy Le Bete Fic: Tale As Old As Time Ship: Hook FC: TBD

Name: Blake Le Bete Fic: Young, Royal, Misfit Ship: TBD FC: Louis Partridge

Name: Cassim Ababwa Fic: Young, Royal, Misfit Ship: TBD FC: Rish Shah

Name: Cedrick Facilier Fic: Wasting Time With Rabbits Ship: TBD FC: Luka Sabbat

Name: Chandler Charming Fic: Young, Royal, Misfit Ship: TBD FC: Sophie Thatcher

Name: Chasen Charming Fic: Set it Off Ship: TBD FC: Tom Blythe

Chesney Charming Fic: Unexpectedly Ship: Harry Hook & Jay FC: Angourie Rice

Cloe Charming Fic: In Deeper Waters Ship: Harry Hook FC: Emily Alyn Lind

Darling Pan Fic: Once Upon a Dream Ship: Ben Le Bete FC: Millie Bobbie Brown

Galston Legume Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Alex Westergaard FC: Kaia Gerber

Gigi Gothel Fic: Truly Wicked Ship: Ben Le Bete & Harry Hook FC: Olivia Rodrigo

Henry Hook Fic: Young/Royal/Misfit Ship: TBD FC: Felix Mallard

Ismene Frollo Fic: Neon Gods Ship: Ben Le Bete FC: Alba Baptista

Kniles Knave Fic: Ruthless Ship: Adalie Le Bete FC: Benjamin Wadsworth

Kristofer Bjorgman Fic: Ruthless Ship: TBD FC: Calahan Skogman

Mollie Mim Fic: Young/Royal/Misfit Ship: TBD FC: Maia Reficco

Oonagh the Orange Fairy Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Redacted FC: Lily Cole

Quinn Queen Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Harry Hook FC: Rachel Zegler

Raisel Fitzherbert Fic: Frying Pans & Wicked Plans Ship: TBD FC: Madelyn Cline

Scarlett Edon Fic: Red Riding Hood Ship: Chad Charming FC: Maia Mitchell

Sterling Charming-White Fic: Young/Royal/Misfit Ship: TBD FC: Jay Aubrey

Sugar La Bouff Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Winter White FC: Madison Beer

Suli Octavius Fic: Ruthless Ship: TBD FC: Amandla Stenberg

Vasilia Westergaard Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Redacted FC: Gwendoline Christie

Name: Victor Santorini Fic: Ruthless Ship: TBD FC: Jack Wolff

Winter White Fic: Wasting Time with Rabbits Ship: Sugar La Bouff FC: Matt Cornett

[melit0n]

Sleep Token analysis.

A couple of people were struggling to find some of my older analysis posts, so, here is a masterlist!

Euclid (TMBTE) - whole song analysis

Part one -> Title and meaning

Part two -> Line by line analysis part one

Part three -> Line by line analysis part two

Part four -> Musical/instrumental notes

Part five -> The Night in Sleep Token

Part six -> Conclusion

SFX in Sleep Token - all albums

Part one -> One, Two, TWTYW and Jaws

Part two -> Sundowning and TPWBYT

Part three -> TMBTE

Small lyric analysis

Euclid -> Five whole minutes

Distraction -> It's too late for me

Calcutta -> Whole again, for just a moment

Blood Sport -> Choke up chunks of my own sin

Jaws -> Show me where the delicate stops

Give -> Give in again

Acensionism -> Lipstick, chemstrails

Jericho -> Enough to make the dead switch graves

Higher -> I look for scarlet and you look for ultraviolet

Higher -> I am a danger

Telomeres -> Let the tides carry you back to me

Telomeres -> Into safety and silence

Euclid -> A parallel I would lay my life on

Miscellaneous

Levitate -> A warm hug

Teeth Of God -> Om nom nom

Vessel in the Metal Hammer mag -> Vessel Christ anyone?

Missing Limbs -> Oddly comforting

Fall for Me -> Lonely and unanswered

TOG graphic novel -> The moon and the tides

Decending -> I asked, and you answered

[kaylinlmfao]

Welcome

My name is Kaylin, I'm 19, and I'm in love with Ethan Landry. I love to read, write, and bake. I'm bisexual and single.

This is pretty much just my rules and fandoms. My masterlists for different fandom's will be on this page. This is mostly a smut blog. Minors DNI. If anyone needs someone to vent to, message me. I'm here.

I only write fem or gender neutral reader

Fandoms and people I write for (starred and bold is the main fandom I am in at the moment but you can still request others!)

Masterlist in progress I promise

*Scream - Ethan (fucking love of my life I love you so much ill write anything for him I swear), Tara, Sam, Mindy, Anika, Chad, Quinn, Kirby, Sidney, Dewey, Gale, Billy, Mickey, Stu, Tatum, Amber, Jill, request others

Outer Banks - JJ, Kiara, Sarah, Topper, John B, Pope, Rafe, Ward, request others

Shameless - Lip, Fiona, Carl, Debbie, Ian, Mickey, Mandy, Veronica, Kevin, request others

The Hunger Games - Young Snow (fucking loml number 2 fr), Katniss, Gale, Johanna, Finnick, Peeta, Haymitch, request others

The Turning - Miles

The Goldfinch - Theo, Boris, request others

Ginny and Georgia - Maxine (fem reader only), Georgia, Zion, Paul, Ginny, Abby, Marcus, Norah, Brodie, Hunter, Press, request others

IT 2017 - Eddie, Richie, Bev, Bill, Stan, Mike, Ben, request others

MCU - Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Val, Agatha, Scarlet Witch, request others (I'm a little hazy on the boys)

The Umbrella Academy - Five (loml number 3)

Decendants - Mal, Ben, Evie, Audrey, Uma, Harry, request others

Teen Wolf - Stiles, Void Stiles, Theo, Scott, Liam, Lydia, Malia, Brett, Kira, Allison, Kate, request others

Harry Potter - Anyone just request

Celebrities - Billie Eilish, Finn Wolfhard, Sadie Sink, Millie Bobby Brown, Jenna Ortega, Sturniolo Triplets, Maya Hawk, Ethan Hawk, Elizabeth Olsen, Dylan O'Brien, Thomas Brodie Sangster, Holland Roden, Eminem, request others

American Horror Story: Tate Langdon, request others

Do Revenge - Max, Eleanor, Drea, Tara, Russ, request others

I'm open to writing anyone and anything from these fandoms but you can also request things from other fandoms not listed above. I may have to watch the show or scenes before writing, but I will complete all requests, questions, imagines, oneshots, drabbles, and series based off of your request. Just request it, let me know what you want, and I'll do it

What I will write

Smut. This will mostly be a smut blog so please, minors DNI

Romantic/Platonic Headcannons

NSFW/SFW Headcannons

Yandere (my fave thing to write)

Angst

If whatever you're thinking of isn't on the list, that's ok. I don't have any hard no's so just request and I'll decide if I'm comfy writing it. Thanks. Feel free to request if you have an idea that you'd like to see be written! Also, if you'd like, you can message me for whatever! :)

[sour-leminies]

Helloo! Can you do a James Hook x reader in which the reader is like Kitty Cheshire (From Ever After High) But a more nicer person who’s bestfriends with Bridget since they’re both from Wonderland and Ella.. Hook and her meets at the Life is Sweeter scene and maybee you can think of the rest! Thank you!!

Smile

Paring: James Hook x Cheshire Cat Daughter F!Reader.

Summary: Growing up you were always told to put a smile on your face. It’s your motto, your mask. It first instinct to smile through anything. Though when a certain pirate says you should smile, every bone in you wants to defy him. However this always makes him more curious.

Warnings: None I can think of but lmk otherwise!

Taglist: Just comment and ask!

A/N: Ahhh, this was such a good idea — more thoughts on writing this at the end!

I smiled brightly at the sight of Bridget started to sing. She was working with the red haired girl beside her — making flamingo cupcakes.

She turned around offering me one before starting to sing — her voice kind and gentle. I grabbed one off the tray, biting into the delicious treat.

“It’s not really a secret recipe.”

I walked beside her, smiling as I sing out with her. “A little butter, flour, sugar, and a lot of positivity.”

We started to walk around the campus, people grabbing cupcakes as they were walking past. Part of them turning pink, Bridget’s color.

“Honestly, it always works for me.”

I smiled as she started to get more into the song. I held out my tray full of sweet treats as well, watching as they quickly started to fly off and into people’s mouths.

Me and Bridget smiled at each other before singing together, “cause the sun shines a little more brightly.”

“When you take things a little more lightly.” People around us also started to get into the vibe, dancing with us. Having fun.

I squealed as someone lifted me off the ground and spun me around.

As we walked up to Aladdin and Jasmine I couldn’t help but cringe at their pda. This school was full of it — but they tended to take it up a notch.

I fall into routine with the others, dancing in sync making sure to not fall. I handed Bridget the cupcakes again as it started to settle down.

“So your friends with everyone?” Red ask, making me wince. “Gosh no,” Bridget spoke. “My only friends are Ella and Y/N.” She said her time full of hope as she went on. “But with time and more delightful treats — they will be.”

I smiled at the two new girl, smiling widely despite the akward situation. Though my attention was stolen as a bunch of Vk’s made their way into the court yard.

I watched intrigued as they moved out the way — showing the captain. James Hook.

“Look for a hand, find a golden hook.” I crossed my arms, he had a nice voice. However the vibe I got from him rubbed me wrong in every direction. Which was weird cause normal I was fine with everyone.

“Captain of the seas I got ‘em all shook.” I watched as the rest of their group introduce themselves. Setting it up for Uliana — Ursula little sister to make her way. The Queen of bullies.

“Say Uliana and watch them flee!”

I looked over to their confused faces as Bridget informed them. “She’s Ursula’s baby sister.” Uliana rolled her eyes, while the Vk’s started to walk into us.

I watched as the pirate started to take a few steps towards me. Thankfully we all pushed back. “The sun sines a little more brightly.”

Hook and the rest off them pushed back as well. Though I felt my breath hitch at how close he got. “The darkness is a little enticing.”

Circling each other — we started to dance again. Though as I went to spin, a hook grabbed onto my wrist.

Getting pulled back I bump into the chest of the man responsible. I pulled my hand back away from him — though he used in hand to grab it again.

Before he could say anything I gave him a sarcastic smile. Disappearing leaving only my smile for a second.

I reappeared beside Ella — and continued to dance.

Once everyone was calmed down I made my way closer to Bridget, watching as Uliana took one of her cupcakes. “Thanks.” Though I could tell she was not being sincere.

Bridge started to be polite but she cut her off. “For all of them!” Grabbing the tray. Ella was the first to jump to Bridge’s defense. “Give that back to her.”

My smile dropped as they started to make fun of both Ella and Bridget. I looked down to the person beside me. I grabbed his tourney stick and pointed it a Uliana.

“Listen her sea freak. You’re going to give them back.” I could hear one of the new girls, Chloe I think list off the rules.

A hook pushed away a stick before Hook walked into my personal space. “Easy there lassie. Don’t know where you come from.” He took another step closer, and this time I could practically feel his breath on my face. “Don’t know where you come from, but her we fight after school.”

He pushed some of my hair out my face. “Meet me them.” I grabbed onto his hook for a hand. I took the gum out my mouth, pressing it to the sharp point. “You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

I pushed him back, causing him to smile. Though I wasn’t expecting him to lift the sharp hook to his mouth. Biting off the gum from it.

I glared at the pirate, as Red pushed in front of me treating the sea witch. “I only wanted the feathers.” She threw the tray onto the ground, causing a few people to jump. Rude.

Uliana was about to take a bit of all the feather — but kind Bridget was nice enough to warn her. “You really shouldn’t, that’s way too many.”

Not heading her warning Uliana placed them into her mouth — eating them. The sea witch started to brag about her self, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the flamingo screech she did.

“What was that?!” She looked around — trying to find what was responsible. I crossed my arms once again. Watching as she slowly started to turn pink, into a flamingo.

“You alright Uli? You’re looking a little pink.” I turned my heated glare back to his stupid face.

“No really?” I asked him, no duh genius. You would think a sea witch would know what too many feather would do.

“Easy there kitty. Don’t go starting fights.” He turned his full attention onto me instead of his boss. While everyone else watched as Uliana turn pink all over.

I couldn’t help but scoff. “You started the fight.” I look past him to see a flamingo Uliana glaring a Bridget and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I push past Hook and started to push Bridget to run. “Bridge go. Go!” Bridget, Ella, and me all rushed to run away and Uliana started to chase the three of us.

We almost made it into the dormitory when Maleficent and Hook blocked the door way.

“Hello again lassie.”

“How did you?” I started to question trailing off as I pointed to the court yard than to here. “I know my way around.” Is all he told me before the two of them started to chase us.

Running to the next door, Hades and Morgie blocked us next. We ran over to the fountain and once Ella pulled Bridget away I pushed the sea witch into it.

“She warned you.” I spoke to her, but she couldn’t hear me since she was underwater. Grabbing Bridget and Ella we all ran past the other kids. Making our escape.

⎈

I sighed as I collapse onto my bed. Luckily, I had a dorm to myself. Where I could finally drop the smile and relax.

I rested my eyes, finding myself comfortable before a knock on the door made me reopen them.

For a second I thought I just let them think I’m not home. I teleported in here anyway, it’s not like they say me come in.

Another pound at the door made a groan free from my body and I pulled myself up off my comfie mattress.

Yanking the door open I spoke before I even saw them, “yes?” Aggravation laced in my tone.

“Well aren’t you a nice kitty?” The teasing voice was one all to familiar.

“Hook.” He smiled before forcing himself in. “I was wondering when you were going to get home.”

“What?” Confusion made me furrow my brows, the hell was he talking about? “Worry not about that. I’ve come to properly introduce myself.” He grabbed one of my magazines ripping out the hot guy.

“Hey!” I snatched the paper from him trying to piece it together.

“I’m James hook. Captain. Villian. Charming, dashing, skilled fighter, amazing—.“ I cut him off before he can continue. “Alright that’s enough. What do you want?”

My arms cross and I lean against my table. “A smile for starters.” I felt my lips, only to realize I wasn’t smiling. There’s never been a time where I wasn’t at least smirking in front of people.

I try to find my smile — except I can’t find nor force it this time.

“What do you want? Hurry up.”

“Uliana is not a fan of you or your pink friend.” I kept my gaze on him as he strolled around my room. “Maybe you’d like to make a deal.”

“My protection, for your powers.” I tilted my head confused. “What do you need my powers for?”

He walked over to me, invading my personal space once again. “Well I hear sneak kitty is the best thief.”

“I’m not stealing anything for you.” I said simply. He gave a low up, bringing his hook up to push back my hair. “How about a date then?” I felt the air leave my body. Heat rushing back and all over.

I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door, “no way, not until wonderland makes sense.” I was about to shut the door but his hand stopped it.

“Can I get one conversation at least? Tomorrow at the enchanted lake. Noon. And if you don’t show up I won’t stop trying.” He walked away causing me to roll my eyes. Pirates and their determination.

⎈

I had spent the day contemplating on weather or not I should go. I eventually decided to do so. I’m just curious.

Opening my door, I was surprised to find the pirate I was supposed to see at the lake at my door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to walk with you, wouldn’t want someone to take advantage of you.” In a place full of royals and goody kids?

And villian kids.

Right. Rebels too. Deciding to just go with him, we walked quietly to the lake. Well I was quiet, and he kept talking and talking.

By the time we had gotten to the refreshing water cliff I had found myself started to enjoy his voice.

“So what now?” I asked once we had passed the bridge. “Well, now we cool off.” I looked at him confused before he shrugged off his jacket.

My eyes widened and I grabbed his hands, stoping him from continuing to unbutton his shirt. “What are you doing?!”

“Going swimming? You alright kitty cat?” His accent was very noticeable as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.

My mouth wet dry at the sight of him throwing it onto the ground with his jacket. His tan skin looked delectable, and I for some reason felt a desire to rub my hand down the slope of his abs.

“I’ll uh, I’ll wait here for you.”

He tiled his head, looking me up and down. Studying me. He gave a low hum before walking to the edge of the cliff.

“Sure you don’t want to jump with me.”

“I’m sure.” A part of me wanted to give the reason; I can’t swim, but a bigger part of me knew his kindness now was an act. He was still a bully.

He took a step off, falling with a smile. I leaned over the edge, watching as he splashed into the water.

I sat down, letting my feet dangle as I watched him swim around. Laughing when stubbed his toe against a rock.

I walked down the cliff meeting him as he walked out the water. “You’re soaking wet.”

His smirk widened as he shook his hair — getting the water out. Like a cat. I snaked his shoulder when he got sprinkles onto me.

“Watch it.”

“I’ll make sure of it, kitty cat.”

We sat on the shore, I made sure to not let the water touch my feet while Hook didn’t mind it. Classic pirate.

I laughed as he told the story of Hades throwing a fit when Uliana took Maleficent away from him for an hour.

“That’s nice.” I squint my eyes curiously. “Your smile. Your real smile, not that forced one.”

“I—“ I honestly didn’t know what to say. I just came up blank. “Thank you.” It was the safest option. The only thing I could really think of.

“Perhaps I should walk you to your dorm now.” I nodded quietly, just as quiet as we walked back. It wasn’t awkward either, it was comfortable.

⎈

I walked up to Bridget smiling, “How are you, your highness?”

“Ugh Y/N I told you not to call me that.” I laughed at her rolling her eyes, before linking arms with her. “Should we go dress shopping today? I asked.

“Omg, yes! But I hear there’s someone waiting in the court yard for you. Wanting to ask a very specific question.” She smiled knowing, and I know what her tone was hinting at.

“Someone’s trying to ask me to castlecoming?” I hated that the first person to cross my mind was a certain devious pirate.

We walked out the doors, and I lost my breath at how many people were out here.

Standing on a table with a sign saying ‘Castlecoming? Yes or no?’ Was Peter Pan. One of the royal popular boys only rivaled by Charming.

I looked around, Bridget had dropped my arm. Everyone was staring — expecting. Everyone was staring demanding. I knew the look all to well.

Always put on a smile

Papa’s voice waved through my mind at the same time I locked eyes with Hook. He was out here as well. Only a few Vk’s were out and about.

I felt like i couldn’t breath as I forced my smile.

Your real smile, not that forced one.

I gave everyone what they wanted, I said yes.

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I didn’t see Hook the next two days. I hated that it got to me, I barely knew him. I had just met him for the white rabbit sake.

However every second that I didn’t see him, felt like a cruel laugh. One wrapped in a British accent.

The hours ticked and ticked and before I knew it Peter was knocking on Bridget’s door. I had gotten ready with Ella and Bridge but I would be arriving with Peter.

The carriage ride was quiet, and I had attempted conversation, but Peter in nice words was dry. I blended into the backround as Peter chatted and laughed with his friends.

Once they and all gotten to absorbed into each other I had made my way across and over to the drink stand.

“All alone kitty cat?” His voice wrapped around me, and it felt warm. “Hook.” I clipped my voice, not wanting to show how much I had actually missed his presence.

“Miss me?” Yes. “No.” I had only met this man recently, and yet he had such an effect on me. Like he was the moon while I was a star. Blindingly in awe of him.

“I missed you.” I searched his eyes for the lie, but instead found honesty. “I will say I’m upset you came with Peter Pan.”

“Are you angry at me?” My eyes pleaded for him to say no. “Not with you.”

He brushed my hair out my eye with his hook, taking a step into me. Leaning close to my ear, I could feel his breath fanning across my skin , leaving a burning fire.

“Rest assured kitty cat you may have came with him, but you will be leaving with me.”

I was sure I looked like a fish out of water with the way my face burned and the way my mouth wide open.

“Now,” he offered his hand, “will you dance with me?” I didn’t say anything, but I just took his hand. Letting him lead me out onto the floor.

“Is this a bad time to say I don’t know how to dance.” I whispered, kicking myself for being to wrapped up in him and not being focused.

“Don’t worry,” she placed my hand on his shoulder, the other in his good hand — all while his hook rested on my hip. “Just follow my lead.”

The music started, he took steps and I followed him. Every twirl I laughed, and every dip I smiled.

By the time struck midnight, I had left with Hook. Forgetting all about Peter Pan.

Walking across the bridge we were quiet until I spoke up. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t mean to.” He kept quiet, I had walked in front of him — the moon light lighting my way.

“And I know how much you dislike Peter Pan, so I’m sorry that it was him—“ my hand was yanked back and before I knew it Hook had trapped my lips with his own. Taking my words away.

For the first time, I finally felt relief. I stepped into him as he placed his hook on my waist. His hand getting trapped and tangled in my hair as he pried open my lips.

He was so consuming, his lips demanded the attention he thought he deserved.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting my up slightly, as wind started to blow.

Not to sound to on the nose, but it honestly felt like a fairy tail.

⎈

“Thank you for walking me home.” I shrugged off his jacket, handing it back to him. “Nothing to mention.”

He grabbed it from me, his gaze on mine. Searching. I went to walk into my room but his voice stopped me.

“Keep it.” Handing me his jacket he continued on. “You can give it back to me on our first date.”

“I dont remember asking for a date.”

He smiled and kissed my cheek. “That’s because I’m asking you.” Not demanding, but asking.

“I’d love to go out with you Hook.” He wrapped his arms around me and twisted the door nob. “James will do.”

I walked into my room, turning to shut the door. Right before it closed I whispered out, “goodnight James.”

“Good night Y/N.” He had waited until I was fully safe inside.

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A/N: Ahhhh, I loved this idea. I can’t help but feel like this was rushed but I hope you enjoyed. James Hook is my soul mate trust 🤞

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○ moira karp - some king of hate

○ velma - mystery inc

○ laurel - bit

○ carolyn - dark shadows

○ elvira - elvira

○ sara - the craft

○ bonnie - the craft

》 ships: laurel x izzy; velma x daphne; tara x amber; tara x mindy; sara x nancy; carolyn x wlw

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○ deet - dark crystal

○ sara - labyrinth

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○ toothless - how to train your dragon

》 ships: sir didymous x the bog of unbearable stench; jareth x hoggle

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》 ships: becca x chloe; megan x graham

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》 ships: mal x evie; jane x evie; jane x wlw; merida x elsa

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○ dorcas - chilling adventures of sabrina

○ theo - chilling adventures of sabrina

○ madame satan - chilling adventures of sabrina

○ scarlett winslow - american horror stories

》 ships: charlie x the dnd faerie; cas x dean; robin x nancy; max x el; max x lucas; wednesday x enid; wednesday x lydia deetz; buffy x willow; willow x tara; buffy x faith; lauren x bo; kenzi x bo; evony x bo; evony x lauren; madame satan x zelda; theo x robin; scarlett x maya; scarlett x ruby

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○ ashildr/me - doctor who

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○ ruby - once upon a time

○ merida - once upon a time

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○ bloom - winx

○ terra - winx

○ musa - winx

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○ creepy connie - jessie

○ lilly - hannah montanna

○ luz - owl house

○ alex - wizards of waverly place

○ stevie - wizards of waverly place

○ juliette - wizards of waverly place

○ maddie - liv and maddie

》 ships: lilly x hannah; luz x amity; alex x stevie; alex x harper; juliette x alex; juliette x harper; maddie x willow

TV — NICKELODEON

○ cat valentine - victorious

》 ships: cat x jade; cat x freddie; cat x sam

COMICS - DC

○ kara zorel - supergirl

○ posion ivy - harley quinn

○ nia nal - supergirl

○ alex danvers - supergirl

○ lena luthor - supergirl

》 ships: nia x brainy; kara x lena; ivy × harley; nia x kara; alex x kelly; alex x lena

COMICS — MARVEL

○ nebula - guardians of the galaxy

○ squirrel girl - squirrel girl

○ rocket raccoon - guardians of the galaxy

○ yelena - hawkeye

○ kitty pryde - xmen

○ mystique - xmen

○ kurt - xmen

○ toad - xmen

》 ships: yelena x kate; kitty x rouge

BOOKS — GREEK MYTH

○ thalia - percy jackson

○ annabeth - percy jackson

○ bianca di angelo - percy jackson

○ athena - percy jackson/myth

○ artemis - percy jackson/myth

》 ships: annabeth x percy; thalia x annabeth; bianca x wlw

GAMES — ASSASSIN'S CREED

○ ciara - valhalla

○ evior (fem) - valhalla

○ randvi - valhalla

○ tracer - overwatch

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I Didn't Know You Were Keeping Count - Part IV: Lark, continued

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Happy Friday! Please enjoy the aftermath of open mic night and Leara's continuously unraveling mental state. I do appreciate all the feedback I've recieved on this story. It's a difficult story to write: on the one hand, I'm building toward a satisfying ending where Bishop gets his comeuppance and Leara comes into her own as Dragonborn, but on the other, taking Leara through the dark valley before we get to the other side is hard. Next chapter she really does pass through the dark as she decends into Blackreach on the hunt for the Elder Scroll, with no one but Bishop for company. Certainly nothing will go wrong, right?

Thank you, @ravenmind2001, for your feedback! ✨

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Content Warnings: Attempted sexual coercion and assault

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“I was going to bring you a lovely bone,” Leara whispered, stroking Karnwyr’s ears. “But I was getting overwhelmed, and Bishop wasn’t playing nice with people. It was . . . not a good evening.” 

Karnwyr wagged his tail, lazily thumping it against her legs. Leara pressed a kiss to his soft head. Lifting his head, Karnwyr licked her chin, as if to say, “It’s okay.” This only drew a sigh from the tired Dragonborn. She resumed scratching the wolf. 

“I saw Ulfric Stormcloak,” she continued. “I haven’t seen him since that night – I can’t really count that dragon attack in Helgen, can I?” Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them on the sleeve of her nightgown, sniffing. “I was so scared, am scared, that he’ll discover who I am, what I was. What I did. That he’ll kill me.” More tears sprang up. She draped her arm over her face, chest heaving. Karnwyr whined. “He was so nice, though. He saved me from Alec’s ridiculous dinner invitation. I wanted to eat with Ulfric, I did – after what I did to him, now I want to know him, too. Isn’t that sick?”

Karnwyr laid his head across her shoulder. Leara dropped her arm from her face to wrap it around the wolf’s shoulders. “Sometimes I don’t know myself. Blade, Thalmor, Dragonborn. That’s some kind of unholy trinity. They all contradict each other horribly.” Her chest hurt. “I think I’m a monster.”

(*)(*)(*)

The door to her room opened. Air caught in her throat. 

“Get down from there, you rascal!” came Bishop’s voice.

She was thankful for the dark. She didn’t want him to see her tears.

“Down, you,” Bishop’s voice was closer. With a grunt, Karnwyr lumbered off the bed. 

At the same time, Leara sat up. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.

“You don’t wanna spend the night alone, do you?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed. He reeked of mead. 

Was that too much to ask for anymore, a night alone? “Why?"

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, husky. His hand was on her knee. “You’ve seen me looking at you, and what’s more I’ve seen you stealing glances at me! I’m not going to sit here and play your games. You can’t lie to yourself, and neither can I."

What in the ever-loving name of Akatosh? “You’re delusional,” she said, drawing her leg from under his hand to fold against her chest; she wrapped her arms around her knees. “I keep looking at you because you keep talking to me.” Like an over insistent child with none of the redeeming cuteness. 

Bishop laughed. “You are funny. And despite – or perhaps because of your sharp tongue, I find you quite irresistible.”

Fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. She didn’t need a light to feel his close presence. Why was he doing this, tonight of all nights when her head and heart were already in a dizzying whirlwind? Why did he have to intrude with his own wild emotions when hers were still in turmoil? “I’m not in the mood, Bishop,” she murmured. Nor would she be, she decided. Ever.

He hummed, his hand trailing up her shin and around the hem of her nightgown, the blanket having fallen away when she drew her feet up. “I really do want to see what’s under your clothes.” He toyed with her hem. “What sweet, tempting surprises you hold. I want to rip it off you. Has anyone else ever wanted to do that to you, sweet lady?’

Anxiety and tension lined her lungs, weighing them down like lead so she couldn’t breathe. It was only by the breath of Kynareth that she was able to draw air in. It cut through her throat, flowing in a stagnant stream. Her hand shot out, gripping Bishop’s fingers on her skin in a vice grip. She dragged them away from her and the next breath came easier. “That’s none of your business,” she hissed.

He jerked his hand from hers with a growl. “All right, enough toying around! I want to claim you as my own! I want you to be mine and mine alone! If I see someone else so much as look at you wrong—"

Rage and fire consumed her, flaring through her veins. “Get out, Bishop. Now!”

“I want you—”

“What I want is for you to go sleep off this bloody stupor, because you must be roaring drunk if you’re trying to proposition me!” Leara was on her feet. Grabbing the protesting idiot by the arm, she hauled him from her room and slammed the door in his face. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, quit playing hard to get!” he cried through the barrier.

Leara wedged a chair under the doorhandle. Then she pushed her nightstand and the trunk at the end of the bed against the door for good measure. 

Bishop knocked on the door.

Leara fell back into the bed, her head pounding as new tears welled under her cinched eyelids. One after another escaped down her cheeks until she was crying, a silent stream in the dark. With a grunt, Karnwyr leapt back on the bed. He licked her tears. Hiccupping, Leara wrapped her arms around the wolf and buried her face in his fur. 

And that was how she fell asleep.

(*)(*)(*)

·•★•·

A knock on the door woke her.

Bleary eyed, Leara lifted her head from her pillow – Karnwyr’s shoulder. Carefully, so as not to wake the slumbering wolf, she pulled her arm from under his ribs and crawled to the end of the bed. It didn’t occur to her until she was in front of the door that it could be Bishop, back for round two. What time was it, anyway?

“Hello?” she called out, wiping the sleep and tearstains from her face. 

“It’s Elda,” the tinny voice of the inn’s proprietor came through the door. “I have a letter for you.”

In a mad scramble, Leara cleared the furniture away from the door. She snatched a spare blanket from the wardrobe, wrapping it around her shoulders, before opening the door. 

Elda stared at her.  

“Good morning,” Leara greeted, leaning into the door. “You said I have a letter?”

The innkeeper held up a light vellum envelope. “Jarl’s man dropped if off not ten minutes ago,” she said, handing it over.

Leara turned it over in her hands. ‘To the Dragonborn’ was scrawled in sloping jagged letters on one side; on the other was a wax seal, deep blue and imprinted with the Bear sigil. “Did he say what it’s for?” she asked, her mind sprinting in a dozen directions: a dragon sighting or giant attack, to the Civil War, or . . . dinner. She dismissed that idea almost before it formed. This letter bore the Jarl’s seal; it must be official business. 

“No, just to make sure I got it to you myself,” Elda said. “Is it about . . . the dragons?”

“I’m sure,” Leara said, lowering the letter. Elda seemed almost disappointed, as if she’d expected Leara to open the letter and share its contents with her. Leara quirked an eyebrow at the woman.

“Breakfast is in ten minutes,” Elda said, coloring. 

“Thank you,” Leara called after her as the woman hurried down the hall. Leara snorted, closing the door. Letter in hand, she paced back toward the bed.

Karnwyr blinked a lazy eye up at her.

“He sent me a letter,” she told the wolf, absently giving his ears a good scratch before returning to the letter. Karnwyr yawned. “You’re right, I think it’s probably a bounty or something for the war or—” she slipped her finger un the lip, her nail cutting into the wax. 

The door opened and Leara whirled around, clutching the blanket tighter around her chest. 

Bishop looked like something spat out of Oblivion: his hair was tussled more than usual and his eyes bloodshot. His face was pinched into a wince. Hungover, but probably stone cold sober, too. He blinked at her, “Why are there two of you?”

“You’re hungover,” Leara said, slow and deliberate. “Do you remember anything from last night?” Because she did. All too well.

Bishop pressed a hand to his forehead, his mouth pulled down in a grimace. Not a damn thing once we left the palace. Still remember that bard’s shrieking, though.”

“That’s a shame,” Leara said, relief easing her shoulders. He didn’t remember visiting her. Thank the Nine. She gave him a sly smile, “You were so drunk when we got back here that you sang a love ballad to the barmaid. You got down on your knees to propose at one point, but passed out before you could.” 

“I – what?” He squinted at her, shaking his head in vague denial. “You’re screwing with me.”

“You make it easy, pulling stunts like that.” 

Bishop only groaned. 

Leara smothered a laugh as she went about the room, gathering her things. It wasn’t revenge if he did this to himself, was it? Jokes at his expense were, he decided. She also decided that she didn’t care. “Breakfast is in a few minutes,” she told him, her back to him as she laid her armor out on the bed. “You should get your things together. We’ll be leaving soon.”

“Taskmaster.”

He left, shutting the door behind him, and Leara pulled her nightgown over her. “He’s such an idiot,” she told Karnwyr as she pulled her leggings on.

Karnwyr woofed in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to dress. The silver placed settled into place like a second, much harder skin. Her blue silk and chiffon dress hung on the wardrobe door, a bittersweet reminder of the night before. Sighing, she took it down and wrapped it in its parcel. In minutes, her bag was packed, and the room set back to rights.

Exiting, she found Bishop leaning against the wall across from her room, his knapsack slung over one shoulder. “Can’t say I didn’t miss that armor last night.”

“I can,” Leara rolled her eyes.

·•★•·

Leara ran her fingers over the soft leather. The hood was dyed a deep cerulean only a few shades darker than her eyes, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to the color. Lined with white rabbit fur, there was a dark blue cowl sewn into the neck with silver stitching. It was beautiful. And out of her price range, even after selling the dragonscales.

She set the hood back on the top tier of the display table with a pang of longing and picked up a different one from the neighboring table. This one was a dull brown, its stitching plain, and the attached cowl a thick grey. Serviceable and utilitarian. She stole another glance at the blue hood, displayed with other high-end crafted items. By the time she could afford an artisan piece like that, that hood would be long since sold.

“Are you done yet, or are you going to spend another half hour on the same two hoods?”

“No, I’m coming.” Plain hood in hand, Leara made her way to the counter, Bishop’s exasperated eye roll not lost on her. She set the hood on counter alongside the insulated under clothes and small sewing kit. “This is everything,” she told the clerk. The young Breton nodded and began tallying her total.

“What’s the thread and needle for?” Bishop asked as Leara began to count out the correct number of septims. “Are you going to darn my socks?”

“Darn them yourself,” Leara sneered as she packed her purchases into her bag. “This is in case someone rips you a new one and I have to stuff your guts back inside you and sew you together.”

Behind the counter, the clerk snorted. Bishop scowled at her, and the girl’s ears turned red. He faced Leara, who made no effort to hide the amusement on her pale golden face. “Laugh now, sweetness, but we’ll see whose getting stuffed later.”

“No one, if you miss another rabbit and we have to go hungry again,” she wagged her fingers at him, dancing around his innuendo. “Now, quit scaring the shop girl.”

Outside the shop, the air was clear and bracing, humming with the bustle of the market stalls and the ringing of hammers from the blacksmith’s quarters. As they walked, Leara pulled the hood over her head, her hair pinned in preparation of such a purchase. Fixing the cowl in place over her nose, the chill in her skin retreated.

“You look like one of those Thieves Guild rats,” Bishop said.

“Maybe, but I’m warmer than you.”

Bishop twirled a finger at the sky around them. “You think this is cold? Summer in Windhelm is nothing, ladyship. Try hunting along the Sea of Ghosts during the dead of winter. If that doesn’t freeze your blood, nothing will.” 

“I’ll take your word for it,” Leara said as they left the market and started down the main street toward the gate. 

They were passing the inn when a voice cried out Leara’s name. Or rather, title. Dragonborn.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Bishop groaned.

Alec hurried across the street, clutching his plumed hat to his had as he dodged pedestrians and the occasional wagon in his mad dash to reach Leara’s side. She was thankful for the cowl, then: it hid her downturned mouth from the sycophantic bard. “Alec.”

“Good morning, my goddess! So lovely to see you again!” His eyes darted to the open gates several yards behind Leara. “Are you leaving? So soon?”

“Yes, I have a great deal of work to take care of,” she explained. “Thank you for inviting me to your performance, but I need to get back you there. Dragons to subdue, you know.”

The bard looked ready to swoon over her. “You flatter me beyond words, my lady!” He winked at her – again. He needed to see a temple healer for that. “Though I will try! If you would permit me, I would travel with you, devoting myself to writing the song of your legend! The memories we could make together would charm your heart!”

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” said Bishop. “The only thing she’ll remember of you this morning is the sight of you retreating as we leave.”

She resisted the urge to pinch her nose and smack her forehead. “Boys—"

“Think of what we could accomplish if we travelled together!” Alec cried, beseeching. “Let me join you, and your name will be sung from every rooftop in Skyrim until the end of time.”

“So, we’re playing the ignoring game now?” Bishop shouldered passed Leara and jabbed his finger at Alec’s face. “Let me tell you something, bard: only a savage wolf can truly appreciate a woman like her.”

Karnwyr whined. He was clearly just as embarrassed as Leara.

Alec tried to bat the ranger’s hand away. Failing that, he sidestepped Bishop to meet Leara’s eyes again. “So, you like wild and free men, my lady? Oh, I can show you a wild and free man right here. We could live and love together. Free.”

The only freedom Leara wanted was an escape from this measuring contest. 

“Wild? Free? Pfft!” Bishop was pure contempt. “What are you going to do if you get attacked by a dragon? Pull out your lute and bore it to sleep?”

“That’s enough, both of you,” Leara said, stepping between the two idiots. They were attracting stares. Again. If Bishop wanted to protect her from the Thalmor, as he kept claiming, then he was doing a rotten job at it! They couldn’t go anywhere without him drawing attention to them. “Let’s go,” she told him. Bishop nodded.

“Leaving so soon?” Alec laughed. His laugh lines were just as stiff as every other facial expression he tried to make. It Occurred to Leara then why that was: at some point, he’d had a face sculptor take scalpel and spell to his face and the results were anything but natural. “We’re just having some fun. We wouldn’t want the savage to get jealous now, would we, my lady?”

“Goodbye, Alec,” was all she said as she made her way toward the gate, Karnwyr at her heels. Bishop let loose a loud laugh at whatever botched facial expression Alec must have made at Leara’s abrupt dismissal. 

“We will meet again, my beautiful muse!” the bard called after her. “This will not be the last you see if Alec, Prince of Song!”

“We’ll see about that,” Bishop scoffed under his breath.

Leara only shook her head.

·•★•·

Green and gold auroras chased each other across the star-studded sky as they made their camp below a cliff face, hidden from the road. The night air was bitter, stirred by only the occasional gust, allowing Leara to light a fire with a small flame spell. The closer they travelled to the Sea of Ghosts, the worse the winds would get and the more difficult it would be to maintain a fire without shelter. She was thankful for her hood and the ear protection. There was more than one horror story of an elf who lost an ear to frostbite, and Skyrim’s biting cold was blistering enough to bring those tales to life.

On the other side of the fire, Bishop was fletching arrows. In the shadow play of the firelight, she half imagined him watching her. Every time she stole a peek to see, his eyes were focused on trimming the feathers of shaving the shaft of his arrows. Near the fire, Karnwyr was curled in a ball, faint snores blowing from his nose.

In the quiet of the boreal lights, Leara’s mind wandered back to the letter from Ulfric. Whatever its contents, she hoped they weren’t too pressing that the Jarl would be offended at her not answering while still in the city. Divines, what if they were a court summons? 

Rummaging through her bag, Leara’s heartbeat quickened. She took out her clothes and journals, but she didn’t see the letter. Soon the entire contents of her bag were strewn across her bedroll, no letter to be found. Delphine’s note from Ustengrav, a handful of bounties she carried out Balgruuf the Greater in Whiterun, her map, and some other papers, but no letter seal with blue wax and the Bear of Eastmarch. It was gone. 

“What are you doing now?” Bishop demanded as Leara frantically stacked everything to the side and pulled back the cover of her bedroll. “Don’t tell me you’ve got snow madness.”

“I can’t fin it!” 

“Can’t find what?”

“The letter!” Leara cried, searching through her belt. Disturbed from his sleep, Karnwyr looked up at her.

Bishop sighed, “You’ll have to be more specific, darling. Use you’re words. You’re normally so good with those.”

“I received a letter from the Jarl of Windhelm this morning,” she said, flipping through the journals to see if the letter was stuck between the pages. “And now I can’t find it! I haven’t read it, so I don’t know how important it was!”

“Is that it?” Bishop scoffed. He pointed his whittling knife at her. “It ever occur to you that it was a gimmick to get you into his war effort?”

“Regardless, I can’t leave a Jarl unanswered1” she snapped.

“Woah there, sweetness! I’m not the bad guy here! Don’t bite my head off!” Bishop set his fetching down. “What are you going to do, really? Go back to Windhelm, march up to his throne, and say, ‘oh, I’m sorry, sir! I got your letter, but I lost it without bothering to read it!’ Like that would go over well!”

Leara sank down on her disheveled bedroll, surrounded by all her worldly possessions. “Maybe I left it at the inn.”

“Then it’s been trashed,” Bishop said. “Look, it’s gone and there’s no way it’s coming back. Forget about it! You don’t want to get mixed up with a man like Ulfric Stormcloak.” Scowling, Bishop spit off to the side. “He’ll use you and then get you killed. Damned fool that I am, I’d try to protect you and get gutted in the process. It’d be suicide.”

Shoulders sagging, Leara didn’t respond as she repacked her bag. Bishop was probably right. Ulfric would likely be the death of her, one way or another. A pang of regret shot through her at the thought.

“I’m going to bed,” she whispered. Bishop shrugged in answer. Karnwyr snored.

Burrowing into her bedroll, familiar discomfort from her armor cradled her. Her hip pinched, but she ignored it, thoughts far away in a dungeon where she watches a young man shatter, his storm blue eyes caught in a whirl of lightning his screams like thunder bouncing off the walls. Leara slept fitfully that night. 

Miles behind on the road, the Jarl’s letter fluttered down the embankment of the White River, pushed along by a slight night wind from the place a ranger tossed it while his lady was distracted speaking with a lying cat man. The wind pushed it on to a piece of river ice, and left it balanced precariously on the edge. In the rush of the river, the ice bumped into another sheet, and the letter slipped into the water, lost in the current.