#event: 6k celebration

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DESFILABA EN MILÁN

Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Male Reader (6K Length)

Being the son of the president and owner of one of the most famous multinational companies in the entire world had an infinite number of advantages, but one stood out above the rest. The economic power you wielded was practically inexhaustible, which led you to a life of luxuries and whims, since you won the race against the rest of the sperm.

Living in a mansion, having a driver and bodyguard, attending private schools, and one of the best universities in the world, having a huge guaranteed job, and rubbing shoulders with some of the most important people on the planet. Although the latter was sometimes more of a drawback than an advantage, depending on how tedious the matter at hand was.

And that was what had brought you here, to Milan, Italy, in what was known as Milan Fashion Week, a show whose date was marked on the calendar of everyone who was interested in this whole panorama.

It's not that it was your first time attending an event of this caliber, but it was your first time dealing with something related to fashion, a topic that you hardly knew anything about and that didn't interest you too much, to be honest.

Why were you here then? Simple, because of one of your father's contacts. The world of business was not simply about making money with your company, offering a quality product, managing your employees and going home to sleep every night, no, it went much further.

Everyone should start from the bottom, and once you have managed to reach the top, the difficulty lies in staying up there, which is something that experts always say. And to achieve this objective, alliances are needed, partners if you prefer, in order to build a powerful and, at the same time, faithful network of contacts.

One of the most powerful designers at the show belonged to your father's network of contacts, and therefore also to yours and your company's. Attending this parade was nothing more than a business commitment to strengthen the relationship between you two.

However, the CEO of the company, that is, your father, was closing a deal with a new investor in the USA, and his busy schedule prevented him from traveling to Europe precisely at that time. And there is where you came in, your position as heir, your father's current right-hand man, and future president meant that these tasks fell on you.

You had to admit that you were a little nervous. The crowd of celebrities didn't surprise you, you had been to places like this before, but the fashion world used to bring together a lot of, no offense, snobs.

Since your childhood, you have dealt with thousands of these types of people. You were seasoned in a thousand battles against posh children of rich parents who believe they are the center of the universe, just because the guy they called dad once fucked their mother without wearing a condom in a gas station bathroom, and he ended up having success with some banal bullshit. Luckily, you hadn't turned out that stupid.

You witnessed the parade from the guest area between a young actor who was beginning to emerge in Hollywood and a Formula 1 driver. Experiencing this type of event from the inside perhaps would eliminate your prejudices and change your way of seeing them, nothing could be further from reality.

You still couldn't understand how there were people willing to not only wear such extravagant outfits and clothing, but also pay for them, a negligible sum of money for you, obviously, but it wasn't for 99% of the population.

Hours passed and the moon, along with a blanket of stars, beautifully illuminated the sky of the city, in accordance with the end of the event and the subsequent celebration, one of those famous after-parties that the great figures used to chat, get to know each other, and, of course, do some business.

However, that night, it wasn’t among your tasks to sign any new contracts with anyone there. Luckily for you, your father was lenient in this matter. Attending the event, interacting a little bit with acquaintances, and having the freedom to leave after completing said mission.

“I can’t believe my eyes. Look who is here, it's my good friend's little boy!” You caught a glimpse of a quirky guy, approaching you with his arms open.

There was the culprit of this little trip through the Italian country, your father's old partner, a man with long gray hair, about 60 years old, extremely thin and whose body was surrounded by who knows how many animal skins are in danger of extinction.

“It is a pleasure to see you again, sir.” You lied as he hugged you, patting your back. “I thank you for the invitation on behalf of my father, I am sure he would have loved to be able to attend.”

“Ah, that old father of yours, he continues to work too much, it's time for you to take over.”

“It is difficult, sir, we also want him to rest, but you know how stubborn he is.” At that moment, one of the waiters approached you with a tray full of champagne glasses, which you both took.

You continued talking for a while, mostly about your impressions of the show and the work you were involved in lately, taking advantage of the moment to introduce you to other designers and moguls and even some of the models who had paraded on the scenario.

“The last time I saw you, what were you, 16 years old? But look at you now, you are already a man, and you will carry on your shoulders the weight of a huge brand, it is a weight that is not inconsiderable at all. Have you not thought about having a good woman to help you?”

“I think I'm still young for that, sir, but it's certainly something I haven't considered at the moment.”

“There are countless women here and each one stands out in something: power, beauty, intelligence…I could introduce you to whoever you wanted.”

You were beginning to feel uncomfortable because of the direction the conversation was taking. Although it is true that your father gave you freedom on that topic, from time to time he had dropped a comment about it. Without a girlfriend and a large fortune, you were a good catch, of course, but also the perfect target for fortune hunters. However, that didn't stop you from having fun sometimes.

You scanned the place with your gaze, doing a quick sweep of the people that came into your visual range. You then stopped at a girl who stood out above the rest in your perception.

She had Asian features, a bright dark hair and was wearing a very elegant black dress that was tight to her body. Her face was simply beautiful, somewhat pale, but certainly beautiful, as if she were the human representation of a goddess, and her body had perfect proportions, highlighted perfectly by that small dress. She was chatting cheerfully with one of the models at the show, and her smile left you speechless.

The old man next to you also observed the girl since your gaze had been lost in her, and they didn’t have a plan to return to their initial position. He gave you a playful smile and placed a hand on your shoulder. That touch was enough to make you come back to earth.

“Be careful, kid, you know what they say, the devil wears Prada.”

The designer left you there confused with those words while he went to greet another of his guests, but your eyes were still focused on that young girl. You took a long drink of your champagne, finishing it instantly and leaving the glass on one of the nearby tables to begin walking determinedly in the direction of the girl.

Sadly for you, a third person blocked your way by putting an arm around your shoulders. You tried to free yourself from that grip until you realized who it was, one of your old university classmates, the son of a great businessman in the automotive world.

He spoke to you animatedly for a few minutes in which you didn’t pay him a single second of attention while your eyes tried not to lose sight of the figure of that girl, now hidden behind the body of your friend.

You wanted to interrupt him and say something, but you also didn't want to be disrespectful. That was your mistake, was what you thought when he dragged you from there to introduce you to another group of people while you watched how you were moving away from your goal.

Suddenly you found yourself caught up in a loop that lasted about a couple of hours, about meeting new personalities, stupid conversations about business that you would have participated in another time, but not right now when your head was in somewhere else.

You managed to get out of that group with the typical excuse of having to use the bathroom, and you dove into another amount of people trying to escape. You walked through the huge room where the party was taking place while your eyes moved restlessly from side to side.

After a few long minutes, your search was unsuccessful, and you sighed in defeat, thinking that perhaps that girl had already left the party. Your left hand grabbed a strand of hair from your bangs, twisting it angrily, while your right hand held the elbow of your other hand. If you had been alone, you would have let out a frustration yell.

It was then when you noticed how a hand gently touched your back, making you turn on your feet, coming face to face with the owner of your thoughts. You relaxed the expression on your face that could not hide its surprise at seeing her standing there looking at you with a smile, as if a halo of light illuminated only her, dazzling.

“I've been waiting for you all night.” She said this, making a small pout with her mouth. That completely unnerved you. The unknown girl made the first contact. Was she waiting for you?

"How is…"

“I noticed how you looked at me.” Shit, you had been so freaking obvious. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, thereby increasing the volume of her giggle.

“Yoo Jimin, but you can call me Karina.” She offered one of her hands to you, you shook it in greeting, indicating your name back.

Both of you started talking at that moment. You learned that she came from South Korea and that she was dedicated to music and entertainment, specifically being a K-pop idol in a group known as Aespa along with three other girls. You knew little about the subject, but if she was part of it, it was definitely something interesting to investigate in the future.

She told you that she assisted this event as an ambassador for the Prada brand, you smiled then remembering the old man's words, but you still had to decipher the second part.

“And will you stay for a long time in Italy?” You asked.

You were supposed to fly back home tomorrow, but your private plane could wait as long as necessary.

“Oh, well, the truth is that tomorrow I'm going back to Seoul.” It made you sad to know that, and it seems that she noticed it because she got a little closer to you to whisper something in your ear.

“But that doesn't stop us to make this night indelible.” The sensual tone of her voice combined with her perverted smile gave you the clue you needed, there was the devil.

The journey from the place of celebration to the place where you were staying seemed eternal. During the trip, you couldn't help but ogle Karina, you were so obvious that she could only laugh and say “cute”.

You gave her way to your suite, walking around it in amazement, as if she hadn't been in hundreds like that before. On one of the occasions when she turned around and faced you, you grabbed her hips, pulling her towards your body to kiss her passionately, something she responded immediately with the same intensity.

“You don't waste time, I like it.” She said playfully, giving you another kiss.

“It's not like I have much.” You replied by lowering your hands to her butt, massaging it a bit, making her sigh against your lips.

“We have the whole night, tiger, we are going to have a great time.” She commented, letting out a moan when she felt your lips attacking her neck. You gave her buttocks a squeeze, appreciating that you agreed with her statement.

You grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up pulling it over her head and leaving her in just underwear, and her hand quickly went to the bulge in your crotch caressing it over your pants.

“God, it looks so big, I can't wait to have it in my mouth.” A shiver ran through your body, forcing you to undress as fast as you were allowed, making Karina laugh loudly.

Now with both of you covered only by your underwear, her hands traveled to your chest, caressing it as she reached up to kiss your lips again. In response, your hands distributed slow and gentle caresses along her bare back, taking advantage of the situation to unhook her lace bra. Your torsos were separated enough for the garment to fall to the floor due to gravity.

She took your hand and led you to the bed, where you took her by the waist, causing you both to fall gently lying on the bed, with her under you, still enjoying your kisses.

One of your hands went up her body to her voluptuous breasts, grabbing and kneading one of them at the same time as your tongues surrounded each other inside your mouths.

You moved away from her lips, eager to taste her tits, introducing one into your mouth, savoring it for a long time while your hand caressed her other mound, even going so far as to lightly pinch her nipple.

“Beautiful…” You whispered, offering the same treatment to her other boob.

“Are you saying it to me or my tits?” She asked, pressing your head against her breasts even more.

"Both." She smiled at your answer and shifted on the bed, moving freely, walking on four over the sheets, watching you with a feline gaze that made you rev ​​up the speed.

She completely surrounded your body, being you now the one lying face up on the bed, opening your legs to allowing her to stand in the middle. She lay on top of you, with her face pressed against your crotch, raising her butt giving you an unbeatable view.

She stuck out her tongue to lick the huge bulge that was pushing the fabric of your boxers toward the ceiling, threatening to tear it if it wasn't quickly released. She continued kissing your abdomen, leaving a trail of kisses gradually rising to your chest at the same time that her hands were playing with your member, still inside its lair.

She was playing with you, it was obvious, and you needed her as soon as possible, impatient and anxious, but you refused to show weakness, if Karina wanted to play this game then you would both play.

She went back down to your bulge, there was a part of your gray boxers that had turned into a darker color as some drops of pre-cum had escaped from your tip as a result of Karina's constant teasing. Realizing this she smiled widely with malice knowing that she had won this first round.

She bit with her teeth the elastic of your boxers, pulling them down, lowering them until your hard and throbbing penis was finally free. Karina looked at your naked cock in amazement, bringing her face closer, beginning to spread small kisses along your length.

She rested her elbow on your thigh, measuring your penis with the length of her arm. “Holy fuck, it's so much bigger than I thought. I have never faced one like this” She admitted without stopping kissing it, sticking out her tongue to lick the entire surface, making it wet.

“Come on, I'm sure you could have any boy you wanted…” “You’re not wrong, that's why I have you.” She responded, winking at you.

Meanwhile, your brain was beginning to malfunction due to the pleasure that her lips and tongue were giving you down there. “In that case, be careful and don’t choke yourself.”

Your comment was clearly a joke, but Karina, who was now moving her closed hand around your penis up and down masturbating you, stared at you with a planning in her head.

“There is nothing I want more right now than to choke on this damn cock.” She said in a very hot tone increasing the pace of the handjob making you moan louder.

You swallowed, getting even more excited. You had been with other women before, but Karina gave you an unknown vibe until this moment. She was beautiful, she was sexy, and she was aware of it, and there is no animal more feared by men than a confident and self-assured woman.

A spit came out of the woman's mouth directly onto your cock, which was already completely wet and the movement of the female hand on it was beginning to cause watery sounds.

“I can't wait any longer.” Karina whispered to herself, leaning over your cock, surrounding your tip with her lips and putting as much as she could into her mouth.

She stayed like that for a few seconds adjusting to the size of your penis and proceeded to lower her head a little more until she managed to put the entirety of your dick in her mouth.

You clung tightly to the sheets when shocks of pleasure ran through your body as you noticed how you reached her throat in one go. “God, Karina, you're crazy.”

She would have answered you if her nose wasn't brushing against your lower abdomen at that moment. She was too busy cupping her cheeks to grant you as much pleasure as possible inside her mouth.

After a few seconds of holding her breath she released your member, completely covered in saliva now. Karina coughed a few times but quickly went back to engulfing your cock.

You could see how Karina's head went up and down on your cock in a frantic manner, driving you crazy. Your member did not stop throbbing in the intimacy of her mouth and several strings of saliva were coming out of the girl's mouth meanwhile she was sucking you, starting to make a mess on your lower zone.

You had enough time as spectator and decided to join the action by taking Karina's head in your hands, helping her swallow your cock deep in her throat, causing her to dig her nails into your thighs. You held her hair in one of your fists while she continued to sink again and again on your crotch without any type of modesty.

You removed your hands, and she got separated from you, breathing heavily, but instead of leaning back and walking away, she buried her head between your balls to lick and suck on them, taking them into her mouth.

Karina continued giving love to your balls while now her both hands were masturbating your long member at high speed with enveloping movements, twisting your penis with pleasure.

She switched from your balls to your cock again, sucking you harder than before, swallowing your penis as much as she could and moving her head more desperately, producing erotic sounds from the depths of her throat. 

She let out a large stream of saliva from her mouth against the lower part of your abdomen and your thighs, kneeling on the bed and taking her own tits in her hands, making them swing before your attentive gaze, some of the saliva falling on her breasts.

You sat up a little until you reached her and grabbed her breasts, with a movement of your hips you introduced your penis between them, bouncing your hips and masturbating yourself by using her tits.

This surprised her at first, but she quickly changed her expression to a one much more lustful, staring at you, biting her lower lip, and watching as you enjoyed the massage between her breasts.

Your cock covered on saliva was leaving her tits all sticky and messy, but favoring the sliding of your penis between them.

“Please don't cum yet, I need so much more from you.” Karina moaned, squeezing the sides of her breasts with her knuckles, thus imprisoning your cock, which made you moan.

You lowered your head to kiss her lips, and you placed your hands on her shoulders, starting to move your hips faster. In response, she stuck her tongue out to lick and caress the tip of your cock each time you passed through her breasts.

She held her tits tightly and moved them without mercy or compassion, now they were no longer two huge pieces of meat that shook roughly on your manhood as if they meant nothing more than that, with the only mission of offering you pleasure. “FUCK Karina! Stop or I’m going to explode!” You screamed in ecstasy of lust, doing your best to retain the liquid that was pooling at your tip and threatening to overflow.

She didn't let go of you immediately, no, that would have been too compassionate of her, she slowly reduced the pace making the last caresses feel excitingly deadly. Even so, the damage done to you was remarkable, because the tip of your penis covered in a whitish color was irrefutable proof. With a playful smile Karina bent down to lick your tip and with it those small drops of semen that were peeking out, licking her lips noticeably.

“It tastes so delicious, I can't wait to get the full load.”

You had managed to stabilize your breathing and your emotion just when she threw herself at you again, kissing your lips like a beast and your hands explored each other's body with total freedom, directing one of your hands to her panties to which she began to curve her body rubbing her crotch against your hand.

“I'm so wet.” She made a fake moan, trying to provoke you. “I'm pretty sure you could sink that whole cock into my pussy so easily right now.” Her eyes, her mouth and her entire body were breathing fire, and you weren't afraid of getting burned.

“And what are you supposed to be waiting for?” You played along, murmuring close to her ear as you pulled down her panties and she kicked in the air until she sent them flying away from the bed. “Help yourself.” You gave her another effusive kiss while holding your hard, erect member, offering her a clear sign.

Karina then sat on you, a few inches from your penis, in fact, it was now held upwards, resting on the girl's stomach, and you couldn't have a better view of her at that moment.

She licked the palm of her hand, then running it over your tip, rubbing it insistently in circular motions. One of your eyes closed trying to resist, you were trying to avoid having to beg her at all costs. You were lucky that she was madly horny and couldn't stay playing with you much longer.

She rose just enough to be able to insert the tip of your penis into the entrance to her pussy, slowly descending, allowing you full access to her interior in one go.

A long sigh left her mouth once her butt made contact with your thighs, staying still for a few seconds staring at the ceiling with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Your hands caressed her thighs, going up to her hips and abdomen, leaving one of your hands lightly pressed against her stomach.

She looked down to make direct eye contact with you while still smiling. Her hands handled yours on her stomach, moving it gently over it.

“I can feel you perfectly…you're so fucking big inside me.” She moaned, beginning to rock back and forth in small movements, without breaking your skin-to-skin contact.

Each time the distance was greater, leaning back and returning forward until it collided with the palm of your hand, a sensation so wonderful that you couldn't describe it in words.

“You're so tight, I could cum at any moment.”

At that moment, Karina's hips began to rise and fall on your cock, riding you and giving you the vision of how your cock entered and left her pussy, each time more abruptly.

“Sorry darling, I would love to have a creampie from you, but sadly today it will be impossible.” She said between moans as she continued bouncing over your dick.

You had to be careful then, you thought internally, letting yourself be carried away more and more by the pleasure, grabbing and squeezing Karina's tits in your hands that were bouncing in the air with ferocious movements.

She rode you harder and faster with each ride. Now placing her feet on the bed and squatting over you, your hands traveled to her ass, pushing yourself even further, making your cock enter even deeper inside her, stirring her insides and making her scream with pleasure.

She continued like this for a few more minutes until suddenly she opened her eyes and mouth wide, suppressing a moan, and made eye contact with you again, completely clouded by pleasure.

“I'm cumming.” She announced riding your cock now in a crazy way and as if those words had turned on a switch in you, you also responded, giving the best you had.

“Fuck yes, just like that make me cum please, please, please…” The way she begged you, her face twisted with pleasure, her body trembling on yours. If there was a paradise after death, it must be something like this.

“Shit shit shit shit!” She screamed, standing on the bed and making your penis come out of her pussy, rubbing her hand frantically against the folds of her pussy, letting out a powerful jet of fluids over the sheets and over part of your crotch and abdomen. You couldn't believe what you had just experienced, Karina had squirted directly on you.

She fell to her knees on the bed, exhausted, trembling, with her legs closed as well as her eyes, breathing heavily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm.

You approached her from behind, surrounding her body in a hug and placing a kiss on her shoulder. She turned to you, smiling with a tired expression.

“That was…”

“The hottest thing I've ever seen in my life.” You interrupted her. “We can rest if you need it.”

Karina glanced at you over her shoulder before leaning over the bed, resting her palms and knees on the sheets, bringing her butt closer to rub against your cock.

“You said it yourself before…we don't have much time.”

You automatically groped her buttocks, and in response, she moved her ass at a faster pace, as if it were a dance. You grabbed your cock and lined it up with her entrance, penetrating her again, making you both moan again.

Karina's twerking didn't stop, not even when your hands gripped her waist, turning your thrusts into much more carnal movements, and causing your own hips to crash hard against her ass every time you buried your cock deep inside her.

The movement of the girl's ass was simply hypnotic, it seemed that her entire body was a sensual spectacle, made by and for the enjoyment of the sexual act.

Her moans of pure pleasure and her desperate pleas asking you for more and more did nothing but heat up the atmosphere even more, and increase your body temperature along with your lust.

You raised one of your hands and let it fall on Karina's buttock in a loud spank to her ass. She let out a small squeal and turned her head to look at you, with lasciviousness in her eyes that you had never seen before.

“Use my body all you want, tonight I'm yours.”

Without a shred of self-control to stop you or make you think at all, you grabbed a handful of her hair in your hand, pulling it back, making her moan. Karina's body sat up until her back was pressed against your torso. With your other arm you totally surrounded her stomach while your hips did not reduce the pace of the thrusts.

One of her arms wrapped around your head as you began to kiss and lick her neck. Your hand let go of her hair and held one of her breasts tightly, pressing her closer to you to prevent her from falling forward but taking advantage of the moment to squeeze it between your fingers.

After a few minutes you released her from your grip, returning to the initial position, not lasting too long there as you immediately pressed one of your hands on her back, forcing her to lie completely face down on the bed.

Your hands tightly gripped the sheet on each side of her head, your thrusts were deeper, burying the entirety of your cock inside Karina, who for some time could not stop moaning uncontrollably.

She tried to silence her moans by biting the sheet, but you instantly leaned gently on her to bring your mouth to her ear and whisper.

“Don't even think about it.” You said, putting a hand on her neck and making her turn her head to remove the sheet from her mouth. “I want to hear you scream.” You whispered in her ear, giving her another spank on her ass.

Karina left that position and turned around on her back, opening her legs for you, while you looked at her with some confusion in your expression. You could see how some tears welled up in her eyes.

“Do you want me to scream?” With the help of her hands, she opened the folds of her pussy, showing you how it was completely wet and dripping. “Then fuck me properly!”

She did not show anger, but her voice and expression were completely authoritative. You smiled when you saw her in that state and bent down to reinsert your member into her pussy.

Despite all your attacks on her tonight, her pussy was still fucking tight, squeezing your hard cock to the point of satiety. That didn't stop you from continuing to pound into her as if it were the last thing you were going to do in this life.

You continued attacking her mercilessly, lowering your head to lick her breasts and then going up to kiss her lips, while your fingers pinched her nipples.

You grabbed the back of her neck as your cock ceaselessly disappeared inside her body, and she rolled her eyes due to the pleasure she was receiving.

“Fuck me please, fuck me please, FUCK ME!” She desperately demanded while you felt the walls of her pussy contract. 

You came out of her, replacing your cock with your fingers, rubbing her folds in the same way she had done some time ago, achieving the same result, another huge jet of fluids straight from her pussy.

You didn't give her time to rest this time, as you grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, holding her body in your arms to lift her up and make her hug your body with you standing.

It seems that despite being tired, she anticipated your idea and surrounded your waist with her legs and your neck with her arms, also lifting her butt, allowing you to insert your penis into her more comfortably.

You grabbed her ass and started rocking her body upwards, making her bounce on your cock incredibly.  Your moans were silenced by your lips, devouring each other without mercy.

After a while you noticed how your legs were wobbly, your hands were clinging tightly to her butt and once again your penis seemed ready to unload everything you had inside.

“You're going to cum for me, right? I want your cum all over me” Karina smiled mockingly on your lips, caressing your hair and your cheeks, you could only nod your head.

“I need to make a mess in that pretty face you have.” She smiled widely.

You separated her from your body, being careful not to fall, and she quickly knelt in front of you, leaving her head at the height of your penis, which you were stroking violently while Karina waited for you on the floor, sticking out her tongue.

You finally released yourself and large streams of semen fell onto Karina's beautiful face, covering it almost entirely in a matter of seconds until you were completely empty.

“Fuck, you came so much.” Karina exclaimed, trying to clean the mess you had caused on her face with her hands, taking the opportunity to lick her fingers in the process.

On the other hand, you were exhausted, panting heavily trying to recover from the tremendous effort you had just made. Even so, you noticed some pressure on your member again, you looked down to discover Karina grabbing it with one hand.

“Let me help you.” She whispered, putting it back into her mouth and making movements with his tongue trying to collect as much of the fluid remains as possible, cleaning it.

“I'll be right back.” She said, standing up and walking past you towards the bathroom, earning a spank on her ass as a tip and turning to give you a satisfied smile before disappearing out the door.

You fell onto the bed, emitting a tired sigh, closing your eyes for a few moments, and seeking to rest your body. After a while you felt the bed move next to you, you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, seeing how Karina, also now lying next to you, was looking at you penetratingly.

She smiled at you and came close to your body. You put an arm around her shoulder, allowing her to lie on your chest, which she caressed with the palm of her hand. With your free hand, you lifted her chin towards your face to kiss her sweetly.

Karina circled your neck and settled into her position, making the kiss increasingly passionate and needy, to the point where she was practically lying on top of you again. You broke apart, panting and smiling at each other.

“Can't we stop the time?” You asked, making her giggle. She approached your lips again, this time kissing you very slowly.

“Thank you for tonight, I really needed something like that.” She let her head fall between the crook of your head and your shoulder, and you hugged her, pressing her body against yours.

“I guess it all ends here, right?” You asked, caressing her hair, and she turned to you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I'm sorry…but let's do this.” She said, getting out of bed and walking over to grab something from her bag, a cell phone, and walked back to you. “Give me your number, let's stay in touch, you know, in case we meet again.” She said, winking at you and handing you the device.

"I'd love to." A huge smile formed on your lips as you recorded your contact on Karina's agenda. Once you finished, she snatched the phone from you, throwing it somewhere nearby on the bed, and climbed on top of you, kissing you again desperately.

“There are still a couple of hours until my flight departure, I have to be at my hotel before my staff wakes up, or I will be in trouble.”

“It's more than enough for me.” You whispered before returning to devour each other with renewed energy, it seems that your dreamy night still had another chapter to be written.

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TAKE ME DOWN TO LIFT ME HIGH

Summary: In the grand city of Rome, you, a senator's daughter, are entangled in a world far removed from your aristocratic upbringing. Your chance encounter with General Marcus Acacius, a renowned gladiator and war hero, changes your life forever.

Paring: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, AU, PWP, Some Plot and more smut, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, Fingering, PIV, Unprotected Sex, Exhibition Kink, Age-Gap, Ancient Rome, Canon Violence, Gladiators, Blood, Gore, Politics, Sexism (it’s ancient rome, babe), Sneaking Around, Forbidden Love, Loss of Virginity, Boobs,

Word Count: 6k

A/N: The amount of research I had to do for this was insane. I was more obsessed with Greek Mythology than Roman so I needed a refresher. Hehe, there’s not a lotttt of drama, but it leans more into the smut side and just cheesy over all plot lol and a little fun ceremony in the end. Everyone say thank you to @wheresarizona for listening to me go feral over Marcus. Go send her some love cause she deserves it :>

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

Song: Selene by NIKI

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The return of General Marcus Acacius was an event of grand opulence. The streets of Rome were alive with screams and celebrations as he rode his golden chariot, smiling and waving at the throngs of admirers. It was as if the bloodshed and death that marked his victory were distant echoes, easily forgotten by the jubilant crowd.

"Long live General Marcus!" someone shouted.

"A true hero of Rome!" another voice rang out.

You weren't supposed to be in the crowd. Your place was at home, learning household chores such as cooking, cleaning, and weaving—the essential skills expected of a Roman matron. Yet, here you were, hidden beneath a hood, blending with the common folk as you watched the celebrated general parade down the street.

As the parade came to an end, you discreetly followed behind the procession, your eyes fixed on General Marcus Acacius. He was dressed in white and glittering gold, a stark contrast to his usual attire of blood-stained armor and weapons. Even though he was smiling and waving at the crowds, you could see the disdain in his eyes for such a grandiose display.

You had heard stories about him, rumors whispered amongst the noble families of Rome. They spoke of his ruthless acts on the battlefield, of his unwavering loyalty to Rome, and of his preferences. Yet here he was, parading through the streets in all his glory, hailed as a hero by everyone.

You couldn't help but feel drawn to him despite everything you had heard. There was something about him that intrigued you, something that made your heart race and your cheeks flush.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of General Marcus Acacius, wondering what kind of man he truly was beyond his reputation as a war hero.

As you stood there, trying to remain inconspicuous, your eyes met his. The connection was electric, almost as if the gods themselves had intervened. Marcus’s gaze was so intense that it seemed to pierce through the crowd and find you alone. He noted every feature of your face, his expression betraying a hint of fascination.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat and quickly looked away, breaking the eye contact. Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned and began to scurry home, the thrill of the encounter leaving you breathless.

Your pulse raced as you made your way through the bustling streets of Rome, trying to push aside the image of General Marcus Acacius's piercing gaze. You couldn't understand why you were so affected by a man you barely knew, but there was something about him that drew you in.

You managed to sneak back into your room, just barely slipping past the household guards. Being the daughter of a senator afforded you certain privileges, including an education that many girls your age could only dream of. Your studies typically included reading, writing, and arithmetic, equipping you with the skills necessary to manage a household and participate in society. You were also taught music, dancing, and literature, for understanding and appreciating poetry was considered a virtue for a Roman woman.

As you settled in your room, the memory of Marcus’s gaze lingered in your mind. The image of his rugged face, scarred from countless battles, and his piercing eyes was etched into your thoughts. There was something about him that was both terrifying and captivating.

A soft knock on your door interrupted your reverie. It was your handmaid, Lydia, her expression curious.

"Where have you been?" she asked, her voice low but firm.

You hesitated, then sighed. "I went to see the procession."

Lydia’s eyes widened. "The general’s return? You could have been caught!"

"I know," you admitted, "but I had to see him."

"Why? What could be so important?"

You bit your lip, unsure how to explain the inexplicable pull you felt towards the gladiator general. "I don't know, Lydia. It's just... when our eyes met, it felt like something changed."

Lydia shook her head, her expression a mix of worry and understanding. "You must be careful. The world outside is not as forgiving as the walls of this villa."

The days following the procession were filled with a whirlwind of emotions. You couldn't shake the image of Marcus from your mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his intense gaze, felt the inexplicable connection that had sparked between you.

The grand villa of your father was abuzz with preparations for the evening’s banquet. Slaves hurried to and fro, setting tables with fine silverware and arranging elaborate floral displays. The scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the delicate fragrance of flowers.

Tonight, your father, a respected senator, was hosting a dinner in honor of General Marcus Acacius. The entire house was a flurry of activity, with guests arriving in their finest attire, their laughter and chatter filling the atrium. You stood near the entrance, feeling the weight of your responsibilities as the senator’s daughter.

Your mother approached, adjusting the drape of your stola with a critical eye. “Remember, you must be on your best behavior tonight. This banquet is crucial for your father’s alliances.”

You nodded, though your mind was elsewhere. Ever since you had seen Marcus in the parade, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The memory of his piercing gaze had haunted you, and now he was here, in your home.

"Come," your father said, his hand on your back guiding you through the crowd. "I want you to meet someone."

You followed, your heart pounding in anticipation. As you approached, you saw him standing there, taller and more imposing than anyone else in the room. Marcus Acacius, the hero of Rome, the man who had invaded your thoughts and dreams.

"General Acacius," your father began, his voice carrying the weight of his status, "allow me to introduce my daughter."

Marcus turned, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. He bowed slightly, a gesture of respect, but his gaze remained unwavering. "My lady," he said, his voice like velvet, "it is an honor."

General Marcus was the most strikingly handsome man you had ever seen. His chiseled features were framed by dark brown eyes beneath thick, black eyebrows. His long, aquiline nose and firm mouth, accentuated by a sensuously full lower lip, completed the picture of rugged masculinity. He stood tall, towering over most men, with a lean, muscular body and broad, powerful shoulders.

His hair, a captivating mix of salt and pepper, was cut short and fell in loose curls around his head, with distinguished grey patches in his beard that added to his allure.

"The honor is mine, General," you replied, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay composed.

"Please, call me Marcus," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "We are, after all, in more intimate surroundings."

Your father chuckled, clearly pleased with Marcus's easy charm. "I will leave you two to get acquainted," he said, patting Marcus on the shoulder before moving away to mingle with other guests.

The moment your father left, the air between you and Marcus seemed to crackle with electricity. He took a step closer, the heat of his body radiating towards you. "I must confess," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "I have been looking forward to this moment."

You swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. "As have I," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

Marcus's eyes darkened with desire, and he reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your knees weaken. "You are even more captivating up close," he said, his voice husky. "I find myself drawn to you, like a moth to a flame."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as his hand slid up your arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you feel it too?" he whispered.

You nodded, unable to form a coherent response. The intensity of his presence was overwhelming, his scent, his warmth, the sheer power of his focus on you.

As Marcus's hand continued to caress your arm, you felt your heart race with a mixture of excitement and nerves. You had never been this close to him before, and the realization that he was interested in you sent a wave of exhilaration through your body.

His lips brushed against your earlobe, making you shiver. "I want to know everything about you," he murmured, his voice sending sparks down your spine. "Your hopes, your dreams, what makes you laugh and what makes you cry out for mercy."

You turned towards him, meeting his intense gaze. "I want to know about you too," you said, feeling bold in his presence.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned closer. "There is not much to tell," he said modestly, though the way his eyes roamed over your face suggested otherwise. "Just a soldier who has dedicated his life to serving Rome."

But there was something more behind those words, something hidden beneath the mask of duty and honor. You could sense it in the way he held himself, in the intensity of his gaze.

"I don't believe that," you said firmly. "There is so much more to a person than their profession."

Marcus's smile widened into a grin as he took another step closer to you. "You are wise beyond your years," he said appreciatively.

The room around you seemed to fade away as you became lost in each other's gaze. It was as if there was no one else in the world but the two of you.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke through the moment – someone had knocked over a vase nearby. The sound jolted both of you back to reality and Marcus stepped back slightly.

"I should go check on that," he said regretfully.

Marcus's lips lingered on your skin for a moment longer before pulling away to look into your eyes. "I promise, we will continue this conversation another time," he said softly.

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. You couldn't wait to spend more time with him and get to know him better.

As Marcus turned to leave, you couldn't help but watch him walk away, his confident stride and broad shoulders filling you with a sense of admiration. You sighed dreamily and turned back to the feast, only to be greeted by your handmaids with teasing grins.

"What was that all about?" one of them asked, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively.

You feel your cheeks heat up, trying to hide your excitement. "Nothing," you said coyly. "Just a conversation."

As the guests were seated in the triclinium, the air was filled with the sounds of conversation and the clinking of goblets. You found yourself seated across from Marcus, who looked imposing in his formal attire. His presence commanded the room, yet his eyes frequently strayed to you, a subtle intensity in his gaze.

The evening progressed with toasts to Marcus’s victories and speeches praising his valor. You tried to focus on the conversations around you, but your mind kept drifting to the man across the table. Finally, you could bear it no longer. Under the pretense of needing fresh air, you excused yourself and slipped out into the garden.

The cool night air was a welcome relief as you wandered through the manicured paths, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating your way. The garden was a haven of tranquility compared to the lively banquet inside. You found a secluded bench and sat down, letting out a sigh of relief. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of voices from the villa created a serene backdrop as you tried to gather your thoughts.

As you sat there, the faint sound of a conversation caught your attention. You turned your head slightly, realizing that a group of senators had gathered nearby, their voices low but urgent. You recognized the voices of some of the most influential men in Rome, including your father.

"I hear that Emperor Caracalla is eager to stage a grand spectacle," one senator said, his tone conspiratorial. "He wants to solidify his power and win the favor of the masses."

"Indeed," another replied. "I heard he plans to pit some of the finest gladiators against each other. And there are whispers that General Marcus Acacius himself might be forced to take part in the games."

You felt a pang of concern at the mention of Marcus's name. The thought of him in the Colosseum, fighting for his life, was almost too much to bear.

"Emperor Geta is not pleased with this idea," a third senator interjected. "He sees it as a waste of a valuable military asset. But Caracalla is determined. He believes a victory in the arena will elevate Marcus to legendary status, securing loyalty from the soldiers and the people alike."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you processed their words. The political machinations of Rome were ruthless, and it seemed that Marcus was caught in the middle of it all.

As the senators continued their discussion elsewhere, their voices drifting away back into the villa, you felt a presence behind you. You turned to see Marcus emerging from the shadows, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. He moved silently, his powerful form cutting through the darkness like a predator stalking its prey.

"My lady," he said softly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "It seems we both seek refuge in the quiet of the garden."

"Marcus," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and longing. "I overheard the senators. They plan to have you fight in the Colosseum."

His expression darkened, and he closed the distance between you in a few swift strides. "I know," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "The emperors play their games, and I am but a pawn. But tonight, I do not wish to think of such things."

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within you. "Tonight, I only want to think of you."

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a tantalizing softness. The kiss deepened, his hands roaming over your body, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. His touch was both possessive and gentle, his need for you evident in every caress.

"Marcus," you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair. "This is madness. If we are caught..."

"Let them find us," he murmured against your lips. "I would rather face the lions in the arena than be without you."

His words sent a thrill through you, and you responded with a fervor that matched his own. Your bodies pressed together, the heat of your passion driving away the cool night air. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other.

"Promise me," you whispered, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "Promise me you will come back to me, no matter what happens."

"I swear it," he said, his voice filled with determination. "No matter what the emperors or the gods throw at me, I will return to you."

With those words, he captured your lips again, sealing his promise with a kiss that left you breathless. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

His voice, a velvety whisper, sent a wave of desire flooding through you as he murmured, "I want you. Here. Now."

The moon was high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the garden, as Marcus pressed you against the wall. His hands roamed over your body, igniting fires with each touch. You could feel his desire for you, and it only fueled your own.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you up and pressed you against the garden walls. His body hovering over yours as he trailed kisses down your neck and along your collarbone. Every nerve in your body was on fire, and you couldn't contain the moan that escaped from your lips.

With a growl of need, Marcus captured your lips once again while his hands began to explore under your dress. The feeling of his warm skin against yours sent shivers down your spine as he traced patterns along your thighs.

"Marcus," you gasped between kisses. "We shouldn't-"

"Shhh," he whispered, gently sliding your white cotton robe off your shoulders. "I can't resist you any longer.”

Marcus unexpectedly reached out his large, rough hands and cupped each one of your breasts, weighing them in his palms. Your body jolted at the sudden touch, your skin tingling under his warm heat. You could feel the calluses on his fingers, hardened from years of wielding swords and other battle weapons, leaving tiny marks on your delicate skin like a trail of fire.

As he squeezed and rotated your breasts gently, desire surged through you, igniting a deep longing within. You wanted to surrender yourself completely to him, to offer up not just your body but your very being to his every whim. The sensation was so overwhelming that you yearned to throw your head back in abandonment and give in to the all-consuming pleasure he evoked.

The protests that had escaped your lips now transformed into guttural moans of pleasure as his skilled fingers worked their magic on your most sensitive spot. Every touch sent electric shocks through your body, making you shiver and writhe against the wall. As Marcus trailed his fingertips over every inch of your slick flesh, you felt yourself becoming more and more lost in the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each stroke, your body arched further off the wall, desperate for more of his touch. It was like a symphony of sensations, building and crescendoing until you were completely consumed by the intensity of it all.

He slid a finger between your legs and pushed it deep inside you. Pleasure shot through your body, causing you to arch and writhe as he expertly stroked your tight passage.

"My lady, you have an incredibly tight cunt," he grunted out, his voice strained and revealing his own growing arousal. His features twisted in pleasure and his eyes glinted with a primal lust.

He firmly grasped your aroused nub and slid another finger into your tight, welcoming entrance. "We have to be quiet or we'll risk getting caught," he whispered in your ear.

You nodded eagerly, pleading, "Yes, anything. Please."

As his skilled fingers gently rotated over your sensitive clit and his other digit pumped inside your wet, pulsing core, you couldn't help but surrender to the pleasure he was bestowing upon you. From the moment his eyes locked on yours, you knew you were his to be used however he pleased, your body a vessel for his insatiable desires. With each expert movement of his fingers, you felt yourself spiraling into a dizzying state of pure ecstasy, completely at his mercy. Your flesh responded eagerly to his touch, begging for more as he claimed you as his own.

The General's gentle touch on your skin was electrifying, bringing a growing pleasure to your body that felt almost overwhelming. You could feel yourself getting too hot, too tense, and you were afraid of releasing the intense climax that was building inside you with just a single touch. 

"Oh Goddess," you gasped, tilting your head back against his shoulder and shutting your eyes as your desire became sharper and more urgent.

A sharp cry escaped your lips as his long finger penetrated you, rotating and rubbing inside your core while his other fingers worked relentlessly on your sensitive clitoris. Your body squirmed against the intense pleasure, your hands grasping at his muscular arms to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming sensations. He chuckled softly as you began to move your hips in a circular motion, still continuing to bring you pleasure with his skilled touch for several minutes. Just as you were about to reach the edge of climax, he eased off slightly, keeping his movements quick and light.

But eventually, your body tensed up and convulsed, your movements erratic and desperate, your breaths coming in short gasps. As the tension in your loins grew tighter and tighter, you let out a high-pitched wail and reached the peak of ecstasy. Your walls pulsated around his probing finger, which was now coated in even more of your warm juices.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Marcus gently turned you to face him again. His white robe and short toga were cast aside, leaving him naked in front of you. He stood tall and proud, his lean and muscular frame on full display. But it was his erect penis that took your breath away. It was massive, thick and much longer than average, standing rigid and red above a nest of dark pubic hair.

His impressive and exposed physique took your breath away as you gazed upon it. "Oh, my Goddess!" you exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by his sheer size.

Without hesitation, Marcus reached out and grasped your thighs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned over your body, closed his fist around his member, and guided the tip towards your still-dripping entrance.

He managed to get the thick bulbous tip of his penis through your opening. You immediately felt stretched and full. You gave him a pouting look, your hips wriggling in an effort to accommodate him. “You big brute, you’re tearing me apart.”

He clenched his teeth, sweat starting to matt his silver and grey hair at his forehead. The pleasure of being inside such a tight flesh was almost dizzying, and he had to pull in all of his control to prevent himself from plunging completely inside of you. 

That would come later, he promised, once you had been well oiled by him. He pushed again and managed another inch, and slowly continued to advance his penis inside your channel. 

“You’re so tight,” his voice was harsh and strained, as if in pain. It wasn't too far from the truth; she felt tight around him, almost like a vice grip. But despite the discomfort, she was so warm and smooth inside.

With a groan, he slid the thick bulbous tip of his penis into your opening. A sharp pang of fullness shot through you as your body stretched to accommodate him. You gave him a pouting look, your hips wriggling and contorting in an effort to ease the pressure. "You big oaf," you playfully scolded, though there was a hint of pleasure in your voice.

He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he fought for control. The sensation of being inside such tight, warm flesh was almost overwhelming, and he had to take deep breaths to calm himself. He promised himself that he would give in completely once you were well-oiled by him.

He pushed with all his strength, feeling the resistance of your body as he slid deeper and deeper inside. The walls of your channel were smooth and slick, clenching around him like a vice. He couldn't hold back the grunt that escaped his clenched teeth, a mix of intense sensation coursing through his body. It was a pleasurable pain, like being held in a fierce embrace by someone who loved you too much - an exquisite torture that he never wanted to end. But with each slow and deliberate thrust, he knew that the pleasure would only intensify, building to a climax that would leave them both breathless.

Slowly but surely, Marcus eased his penis deeper into your body. With each inch of progress, you both felt the intensity of your connection grow stronger. Your entire body trembled with each thrust he made. When he was halfway inside you, Marcus used his fingers to stimulate your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your core throbbed with ecstasy as Marcus took advantage of your relaxed muscles and thrust deeply inside you until he was fully engulfed.

You and Marcus both groan at the same time. He quickly covers your mouth with his hand, gently hushing you. "Shh, my Carissima... I know it feels good, but we must be quiet. We can't risk your father catching us in this compromising position." The General continues to stimulate your sensitive spot, using his fingers to tease and moisten it further.

Your hips continued to rock and push against his manhood, your desire growing with each movement. You leaned back and moaned as General Marcus Acacius took full control of your body. He held onto your hips tightly as he thrust deep inside you, the pleasure intensifying for both of you. It was clear that neither of you was far from reaching the peak of ecstasy.

You let out moans and contorted your body as the large, broad, man moved back and forth between your legs. As your face twisted in pleasure and your head thrashed about, you experienced this unfamiliar sensation called sexual pleasure. Your climax came quickly and intensely, feeling like it lasted for several minutes. You threw your head back and let out a scream as the intense pleasure broke through between your thighs. A hot wave of pleasure spread throughout your body, causing your hips to writhe against Marcus'.

As your body trembled and released into an intense orgasm, you felt Marcus' muscles tighten beneath you. A deep, primal roar escaped his lips as he too reached the peak of his climax. The sound echoed through the gardens blending with the rhythmic pounding of your heart and breath. It was a moment of pure, raw passion that left you both gasping for air and tangled in each other's embrace.

As the intense pleasure slowly subsided, you became aware of the small droplets of blood trickling down your thighs and onto the grass. It was a sign that your virginity had been taken, marking the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

General Marcus Acacius carefully pulled out of you and helped you to sit up. You could see his concern in his eyes as he looked at the blood staining his robe on the ground and your thighs.

"Are you hurt, Carissima? I didn't mean to be so rough..." he asked, his voice filled with worry.

You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. "No… I'm fine," you managed to say.

He let out a sigh of relief and gently wiped away the blood with a nearby cloth. You winced slightly at the slight soreness between your legs but it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure you had just experienced.

Marcus held you close, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. "You were amazing, my love," he whispered in your ear.

A flood of emotions washed over you as you realized what had just happened between the two of you. You had shared an intimate moment with General Marcus Acacius, someone who was forbidden to you because of your status as a daughter of such nobility. And yet, in that moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of love and desire that consumed both of you.

Your mind was spinning, knowing all too well what would happen if anyone found out about your relationship with the General. Your father would surely punish both of you severely and possibly even sell one or both of you off.

Even with the knowledge of what had just happened, and what could, it was difficult for you to feel remorse or embarrassment. Instead, you felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment that you had never experienced before.

Marcus chuckled warmly and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. "You are truly something special, Carissima," he said with adoration in his eyes.

You blushed at his words, feeling a surge of happiness wash over you. Despite the risks and consequences, being with Marcus felt like the most natural thing in the world.

But as the reality of your situation sank in, a sense of worry crept into your mind. How would you continue this relationship without anyone finding out? How could you possibly be with Marcus when your father would never allow it? Or worse, your father having you marry someone else?

Marcus brushed his fingers against your cheek, and it felt like he could read your mind. "We will find a solution, my love. I promise I will marry you and make you my wife," he whispered to soothe your fears.

The weight of Marcus' words settled heavily in your heart. The thought of being married to the man you loved filled you with joy and hope, yet the reality of it all seemed impossible.

"How could we possibly make that happen?" you asked, your voice laced with worry.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt. How could someone as powerful and respected as General Marcus Acacius be able to marry someone like you? You were just a daughter of a nobleman, while he was one of the most influential men in the kingdom.

Marcus spoke with unwavering assurance, his gaze locked onto yours. As you looked back into his eyes, all your doubts and fears dissipated. You were certain that he would do anything to keep you safe and by his side. "We will find a way, my love. I will do whatever it takes to make you my wife."

"I believe in you," you said softly, placing a hand on his chest.

Marcus smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, his lips gentle and loving against yours. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away except for the two of you.

"But we must be careful," Marcus reminded you, his tone serious once again. "We cannot let anyone find out about us until the time is right."

You nodded in agreement, understanding the risks that came with your relationship.

"We must also gain your father's approval," Marcus continued. "It won't be easy, but I am determined to prove myself worthy of you and your family."

You couldn't help but admire Marcus' determination and love for you. Despite the challenges ahead, he was willing to do anything to be with you.

As the sun began to rise, you woke up in your room with a smile on your face. Today was the day that Marcus would finally meet with your father and ask for your hand in marriage. You could hardly believe the moment had arrived, the day you had dreamt of for so long.

Ever since he had first confessed his love for you, the two of you had been meeting in secret, stealing moments together whenever possible. The clandestine nature of your meetings had made your bond even stronger. The thought of being with Marcus made every challenge worth it.

You dressed carefully, choosing your finest gown, and adorned yourself with simple yet elegant jewelry. Your heart raced with anticipation as you made your way to the garden where the betrothal ceremony would take place. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves created a serene atmosphere.

In the garden, your father stood with Marcus, deep in conversation. The sight of them together filled you with a sense of pride and hope. Marcus, in his formal attire, looked every bit the honorable and powerful man that he was—a general respected by all of Rome.

Your father turned to you, his expression warm. "My dear daughter," he began, "today is a momentous day as the gods have blessed us. General Marcus Acacius has proven himself to be a man of honor and valor. It would be a great honor for our family to be united with his."

Marcus stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "It is my greatest wish to make you my wife," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise to honor and protect you for all the days of my life."

The betrothal ceremony commenced, a formal ritual between your two families. Your father and Marcus exchanged respectful bows, symbolizing the joining of your households. Gifts were presented, and the dowry was discussed and agreed upon. A scribe stood by, ready to document the agreement in a written contract.

Marcus then produced a small, ornate box and opened it to reveal a beautiful finger ring. "This ring," he said, "is a symbol of my commitment to you, a tradition that stretches back through the ages."

He took your hand gently and slid the ring onto your finger, his touch sending a thrill through you. The ring was exquisite, a delicate band adorned with intricate engravings that spoke of ancient craftsmanship. 

"You honor me with this gift, Marcus," you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion.

Marcus smiled, his eyes full of warmth. "The honor is mine, my love."

With the ring in place, you turned to the scribe, who handed you both the written agreement. You signed your name carefully, your hand steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within you. Marcus signed next, his signature bold and confident.

Finally, the moment came to seal the betrothal with a kiss. Marcus stepped closer, his gaze locked onto yours. He cupped your face in his hands and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, sweet kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that perfect moment.

As you pulled away, you saw the approval in your father's eyes and felt a rush of joy and relief. You were now betrothed to Marcus, the man you loved, and your future together was set.

"Let this day be the beginning of a lifetime of happiness," your father declared, his voice filled with emotion.

Marcus took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "Together, we will face whatever the future holds," he promised.

And with that, your hearts intertwined, you knew that your love would endure, growing stronger with each passing day. The journey ahead was full of promise, and with Marcus by your side, you felt ready to embrace it all.

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posted: october 25th 2024

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black cherry flavored wc: 9.2k [NSFW] synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

snippet: “you don’t mind if we all share you, right?” ghostface!txt

posted: october 31st 2024

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Marauders Era Masterlist

💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

࣪𖤐 regulus black

(3.8k) Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel (💌🪧: mutual pining, reg and reader in denial about their feelings are called out by friends)

⤷ (4.8k) Part 2, Still Just Totally the Fifth and Sixth Wheel, You Guys (💌🪧: the triple date to hogsmeade, more pining and denial ensues) ⤷ (6.8k) Part 3, Okay Fine Maybe We're In Love! (💌: the culmination of their feelings paired with an eventful quidditch match)

(2.6k) You occupy my every thought (💌📬: reader just gets regulus and he is flabbergasted, sunshine x grumpy dynamic)

(3k) Are you falling asleep on me? (💌: you would rather spend a late night studying in the library with regulus than be without him; he is enamoured with you for it)

(5.7k) Professional Meddlers (🪧: the girls play matchmakers with you and regulus, some hurt/comfort if you squint)

(6k) Come Running (📬: regulus is the last to find out his girlfriend is injured, feat. found family with your shared friends and madam pomfrey)

⤷ blurb about rosekiller's reaction

(5.5k) And what will come of us then? (📬📭: regulus finds reader sobbing with magical ink on her hands and is forced to confront himself)

(3k) on the tip of my tongue (💌: regulus says "i love you" for the first time and reflects on what love has been for him over the years)

cat!animagus!reader (aka the adventures of whiskers, feat. bsf!marauders)

⤷ (3k) Feline Touches (💌🪧: regulus knows exactly where to find you when you're hiding from the cold) ⤷ (2.4k) Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat (💌🪧: wolfstar neglect to wake you when you and reg fall asleep in cat form) ⤷ (2.4k) Padfoot vs. Whiskers (💌🪧: you and reg get revenge on sirius in cat form) ⤷ (1.7k) Where Padfoot Lays His Head (📬: whiskers comforts padfoot) ⤷ (1.3k) the furred shoulder (📬🪧: reader remains in animagus form when she has a petty fight with reg, he tries to get her back) ⤷ (1.8k) not sneeze proof (💌📬: reader keeps turning into whiskers when she sneezes)

drabbles:

(1.5k) let me see you (📜: reg is working on letting go and opening up to you; you're encouraging him)

(1.3k) he seeks a celebration (💌, suggestive, when slytherin wins the quidditch match, regulus just want to celebrate with you)

(1.3k) nothing matters but you (💌, cuddling the night before your birthday)

ִ ࣪𖤐 barty crouch jr

(4.2k) Toe The Line (💌: potentially suggestive, friends to lovers, confronting barty about his flirting with you)

(3.4k) Murder’s On the Wishlist (📬: you’re forced to go home for christmas, barty is your comfort)

(3.7k) steady me, guide me, love me (📬: when barty gets into another fight you have a serious talk)

(3.6k) You woke me up for this? (💌: barty is bored in the middle of the night, so of course he goes to you)

(2.3k) the blood means i love you (📜📬: reader accidentally makes barty bleed and he loves it, aftercare)

grumpy!reader universe

⤷ (2.4k) Aren't you just a sweetheart? (🪧: kinda sunshine/grumpy dynamic, bickering type of flirting) ⤷ (3.1k) and what about it? (🪧: your friends find out you and barty are dating) ⤷ (6k) this isn't fun anymore (📬: it gets serious and that scares you both) ⤷ (2.7k) an insufferable dance (🪧: set before they start dating, dance at hogsmeade) ⤷ (2k) sleepy midnight escapades (💌: an anxious remus goes looking for you at night when you miss curfew and finds you with barty)

𖤐 marauders

james fleamont potter

(3.7k) The Boy with the Glasses is Blind (💌📬: pining, james mistakenly thinks you're in love with your best friend barty)

remus lupin

(14.4k) It's Nice To Have A Friend (💌📬: childhood best friends to lovers, you are the only person remus is comfortable being physically affectionate with publically)

poly!marauders

(3.5k) What You Became (💌🪧: poly!marauders react when their clumsy girlfriend becomes a swan animagus)

platonic!bestfriend!marauders are heavily featured in animagus!reader x regulus black:

Feline Touches & Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat & Padfoot vs. Whiskers & Where Padfoot Lays His Head

𖤐 slytherin skittles

includes: barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, pandora

headcanons:

the holy bible of crescenthistory canon for the slytherin skittles (individually & together)

how would the skittles react to you walking into a party looking smashing? (suggestive)

barty as the best man at reg x reader’s wedding

[xosamioo]

“𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭”

grouping: dom! jay x Virgin jungwon x sub!

rating: 18+ explicit and mature content, smut and angst

wc: 6k

content warnings: NSFW under the influence mention of alcohol and swearing jungwon is a virgin

Summary: Jay and Jungwon attended “the sound of Prada” event in Seoul and are going back home after a night of drinking and having fun. They end up going in the same car alone and things got heated.

Author note: inspired by the recent jaywon moments at “the sound of Prada” event Enha attend and the song “Diet Pepsi” by the lovely Addison Rae

🔞 This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own risk.

Enhypen was at the “Sound of Prada” event, surrounded by other influential artists, the event pulsating with music and conversations intertwined. Live music filled the air celebrating music culture worldwide.

All of the members are drinking liquor. All except Jungwon who doesn't like alcohol and all of the members respect his choice. They all know that he doesn't like the burn, even though he is old enough to drink it. He was enjoying his night, he didn't need alcohol to do so. He was just observing and sometimes recording the musical performances. Jay was standing next to Jungwon and drinking his cocktail

Jay is a light drinker, he only drank if an event called for it or alone with his close peers. He could get tipsy sometimes and get a little carried away. He would joke and get a little flirty, he also has been known to get a bit handsy, especially with Jungwon. Jay glanced over at Jungwon who was just watching everything from the side observing and taking some videos and pictures. Jay smiled and then leaned closer towards him. "Having fun?" Jay asked Jungwon as he got close to his ear. Jungwon didn't flinch at all, having been used to Jay's proximity with him. "Yeah, I'm having a good time." He replied, not even turning to look at Jay.

Jay hummed in response, sipping his drink, his eyes trailing down Jungwon's body. They were both in Prada, well dressed for the event and they both looked good. Jay was particularly focused on Jungwon, he was wearing the most simple thing out of all of the members, but he still looked the best.

"You look good," Jay said, almost whispering in Jungwon's ear, making sure no one could hear him except Jungwon.

Jungwon was used to Jay's compliments. Jay often showered him with them. He got a lot of attention from the members, but he felt like he got a lot more compliments from Jay. "Thank you," Jungwon said, finally looking at him, still not phased by the proximity Jay had with him. Jay smiled at him, he always loved when Jungwon looked at him, their eyes meeting. Jay loved his big dark brown boba eyes, they were always so captivating for him. Jungwon's lips tugged into a small smile before turning away from Jay's gaze, looking back at the live performances.

Jay's eyes never left Jungwon. He watched him, studying every feature on his face and leaning closer to him to continue to talk to him. Jay was quiet for a few seconds, staring at Jungwon intensely before whispering in his ear again. "I can't keep my eyes off you." He confessed, only loud enough for Jungwon to hear him. He glanced down as Jay spoke to him listening to him and then turned his attention back to the music trying to distract himself as he softly rubbed the side of his neck and smiled and nervously chuckled at Jay's presence and flirted glancing at Jay for a second and looking back forward vibing to the music. Jay smiled seeing his slight reaction. Jay gently rested his hand on his shoulder for a second as he saw him rub his neck. He smiled and looked forward.

A few more hours passed and the event came to an end. The members had their fair share of drinks and fun chatting and all that stuff. It was time to go.

The whole group was getting ready to leave, getting picked up in different vehicles. Jay was supposed to ride in a different car, but he decided to go with Jungwon instead. Jay walked towards Jungwon, who was waving bye to fans and getting into the car. Jay followed him getting into the car with him and also waving fans off The driver began to drive in the direction of their dorm.

They both sat in silence, jay's eyes were slightly on Jungwon, the light from the outside streets illuminating his face. Jay felt tense, he was still tipsy from his drinks and was feeling slightly bold.

Jay scooted closer to Jungwon sitting next to him, now basically glued beside him. Jay always needed to be close to Jungwon. Jungwon didn't flinch, he just smiled slightly, used to Jay's touchy behavior when they were alone.

"I had a good time tonight," Jay said to Jungwon, his voice was a little on the slurred side, but he was still comprehendible. "Yeah, it was nice. I enjoyed it." Jungwon answered.

Jay couldn't keep his eyes off him, he watched him quietly and continued to look at his face. He was entranced by his features, the way the lights danced off his porcelain-like skin, his nose and cute chin, His recently dyed blonde hair, and His lips that he just longed to kiss.

Without thinking, Jay reached out to gently touch Jungwon’s cheek. He didn't say anything, just touched his skin, tracing it lightly with his fingertips, then his thumb rubbing his skin softly.

The action caught Jungwon slightly off guard, but at the same time, he was used to Jay being overly touchy with him. He didn't stop him, just let him touch his skin softly. Jay got bolder after Jungwon didn't reject his touch, and he continued to lightly caress his face. He let his fingers trace the outline of his cheek and jaw, then brushed his hair away from his face. The whole interaction was silent, just the two of them in their little bubble. Both of them were used to Jay being touchy, but somehow this time felt slightly different, more intimate.

After a few minutes of just quietly caressing Jungwon's skin, Jay finally spoke up. "You’re so beautiful." His voice was low and soft, and laced with drunkenness. Jung-won looked up at him, feeling a slight fluttering in his chest.

"Thank you," he mumbled out.

Jay smiled at him, still caressing his cheek with his fingers, his eyes not leaving his face. "I mean it. You're so pretty. You have no idea." Jungwon could feel his cheeks flushing slightly at Jay's words. He was used to his compliments, but he still got flustered at times. "You're tipsy." *he chuckled

Jay chuckled at jungwons words, not denying it. "Maybe a little."

He leaned a little closer to Jungwon, still caressing his face. "Doesn't make it less true though." Jungwon felt his heart racing a little, Jay was so close to him. He knew he wasn't the only person Jay was this touchy with, he often did this with the other members (minus the flirting) but somehow, this still felt more intimate than usual. Jay continued to rub his cheek gently, his eyes flickering between jungwons eyes and lips. He seemed a bit entranced with Jungwon's lips, his eyes lingering on them for a few seconds before snapping back to his eyes. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice a whisper. "You have nice lips, jungwon..." He continued to stare at his lips as he spoke, his eyes tracing the shape of them. jungwon's cheeks flushed, not expecting that to come out of Jay. "Thanks..." He said, feeling slightly flustered. He didn't know what to say, just sat there.

Jay was still staring at him, his hand moving from his cheek down to his chin, then his thumb started tracing his bottom lip, slowly and gently. Jungwon felt a shiver run down his spine as Jay's thumb moved across his lip. He tried to keep his composure, but he could feel his heart racing. "Jay hyung, what-what are you doing?" He asked quietly.

Jay didn't answer immediately, just continued to trace his lip before finally speaking. "I...I don't know."

His voice was soft and slightly slurred. "I just...I just really want to kiss you right now..." The confession shocked Jungwon, not expecting Jay to say something like that. he was used to his compliments and touchy behavior, but…..this was different. "Hyung- you're drunk and-" he started. Jay interrupted him. "I know I'm drunk...But I'm being serious right now. I, really, really want to kiss you."

He took his thumb away from his lip and moved closer to him. "Just one kiss...Please, just let me kiss you."

Jung-won didn't know what to say, he was shocked and flustered. Jay was acting like he had never acted before, so desperate to kiss him. "I-I don't- I don't know..."Jay noticed his hesitancy and moved even closer. "Please, just let me kiss you. I promise that there will be only one. Just one, I swear." Jungwon was conflicted, on one hand, he wanted to give in, but on the other hand, he was scared about what would happen if he did. he didn't want things to get weird or awkward. "But, we...we can't" he mumbled out, looking away from Jay's gaze. Jay moved forward even closer, his face inches away from jungwons. "Why not? No one's watching... we won't tell anyone."Jungwon felt like there was a battle inside of him, part of him wanted to give in, to let Jay kiss him like he wanted to, but the other part of him was terrified of the repercussions.

"I just...I don't know-" Jay cut him off, his voice desperate. "Please jungwon-y, just let me kiss you. I'm begging you. One kiss...Please..." jungwon could feel Jay's breath on his face, he was so close. He knew that he should push him away, tell him to stop, but he couldn't. Jay's gaze was so intense, and he was begging, pleading for just one kiss.

His resolve started to crumble, and he slowly nodded his head. Jay's eyes lit up as Jungwon nodded. He raised his hand to cup his face again, then leaned in closer, closing the gap between them. His lips gently grazed Jungwons for a moment before he fully pressed their lips together. Jungwon closed his eyes as Jay's lips touched his. It was a soft kiss, almost sweet, but he could still taste the alcohol on his lips. He felt a shiver run down his spine from the contact. He couldn't believe this was happening, Jay's lips on his. It was something he always secretly wanted but never allowed himself to hope for.

Jay deepened the kiss, his lips moving against jungwons softly. He couldn't believe this was happening, he was finally kissing the boy he'd been wanting for so long, and it was just as, if not more, perfect than he had imagined it. The kiss grew more passionate, their lips moving together heatedly. Jay's hand moved to the back of jungwons head, pulling him closer. Jung-won didn't resist as Jay pulled him closer, just melted into the kiss, his hands moving to grab onto Jay's shirt. He had never been kissed like this before, jay was so intense and the kiss was so hot. His own body was starting to heat up and his mind was all fuzzy. Jay's tongue started to slip into Jung's mouth, tangling with his own. Jungwon tasted the alcohol again, but it didn't matter.

Jungwon felt his breath hitch at the feeling of Jay's tongue in his mouth. His mind was a mess, a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. He never thought that this would happen and he gently pulled away He was flushed and panting lightly, trying to catch his breath.

"Jay hyung, we should-" Jay cut him off again, his voice low and pleading. "No, no, no, don't stop. I want more. I want you. Please.”jungwon could hear the desperation in Jay's voice, and it made his stomach flutter. "But- but we can't-"

He was trying to be logical, to think about the consequences, but it was getting harder and harder to say no to Jay. Jay pushed him up against the car seat door trapping him there. He pressed his body closer to his and leaned down to speak against his ear.

"Please, baby, just a little more..."

The pet name sent shivers down jungwons spine and made his heart beat faster. He couldn't resist any longer, he wanted this just as bad. He looked up at Jay, his boba eyes wide and glassy, his cheeks flushed. “I’ve never... I mean, I want to, but…”It's okay," Jay said, his voice low and soothing. He brushed some hair from jungwons face before cupping his cheek again. "I know you haven't, I'll be gentle. I just want to touch you, kiss you...Let me make you feel good." Jungwon felt the tension in his body melt away slightly. Jay's touch and words were working magic on him.

He still had doubts in the back of his mind, but the desire to feel more of Jay was taking over. he leaned into his hand and whispered, "Okay... I trust you."

Jay smiled at jungwons words and leaned down to press a soft kiss against his forehead. Good boy," he whispered, then moved his lips down to Jungwon's neck, peppering kisses down his skin.

Jungwon's breath hitched as he felt Jay's lips on his neck. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, giving Jay more access to his skin. His hands gripped onto jays shirt tighter, pulling him closer as he let out a soft moan. Jay smirked against his neck at the sound of his moan, his tongue darting out to lick and kiss the sensitive skin. He moved down to his collarbone, nipping and biting gently, wanting to leave marks but he knew he couldn’t. Jungwon's breathing was becoming uneven as Jay explored his neck and collarbone. He could feel his heart racing, and he felt a mix of pleasure and a little bit of nervousness. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Jay's hands started to roam down his body, tracing his sides and waist, before moving to the hem of his cardigan. "Can I take this off?" he whispered against his neck, his fingers playing with the fabric. Jung-won felt a shiver run down his spine at Jay's words. he knew where this was headed and he was both excited and scared at the same time. He nodded his head "Yes... yes, you can."Jay wasted no time and pulled jungwons sweater up and off, discarding it somewhere in the car.

"You're so beautiful..." he murmured.

He stared down at jungwons bare chest, tracing his fingers over his collarbones and soft skin. jungwon felt exposed without anything on even tho Jay had seen him a couple of times when changing also his members but this was different.

Jay's eyes roamed over his body, taking in the sight of him in awe. "God, you're so pretty..." He leaned down and started to kiss and nip at his chest, his lips and tongue exploring his upper body. Jungwon's breath hitched as Jay started to kiss his chest. He could feel Jay's hands roaming over his body too, touching and caressing his skin gently, sending tingles all over. he couldn't help but let out soft moans, arching up into Jay's touch. Jay moved up to whisper against his ear. "You look so good like this, moaning and shaking for me."

Jay's lips moved down to his stomach, kissing and biting at the soft skin there. He could feel jungwons breathing speed up and feel his body move under his touch, and it only fueled his hunger for more. jungwon's mind was fuzzy with pleasure, Jay's words and touch driving him crazy. He could feel tingles shoot through his body as Jay's mouth moved across his skin. He grabbed onto Jay's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he let out more soft whimpers.

Hyung…..need you Jay felt a wave of arousal shoot through him as Jungwon whimpered and grabbed onto his hair.

"I know baby, I know you need me," he mumbled against his skin. "And I need you too. I want you so bad."He continued to kiss and bite down his stomach, moving lower as he reached the edge of his pants. jungwon's hips bucked up involuntarily at Jay's touch. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and the needy sensation growing stronger. "Please hyung...need you now...please...." He panted out.

Jay groaned at the sound of jungwons begging and pleading. He was getting hard just from seeing and hearing him like this. "I know…Be patient" he said softly, his hands moving to unbutton his jeans. Jung-won whimpered and squirmed on the seat, his body aching for more contact. Jay's hands felt so good on his body, and he couldn’t wait to feel even more of them. He bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction. Jay smirked at his needy behavior, He slowly pulled off jungwons pants and underwear, leaving him completely bare for him. Jay drank in the sight of him, the flush on his face, the needy look in his eyes, and the way his chest rose and fell all together. Jung-won felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he lay there completely naked, his body feeling exposed. But the way Jay was looking at him, looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world, made him want more. He reached out for Jay, his hands grasping at the air, silently begging him to come closer. Jay leaned down closer, his lips hovering over his. "So gorgeous.." He whispered, his voice low and rough. He was consumed with the desire to touch him, taste him. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby... I promise." jungwon whined at his words, his body feeding even more on edge. He needed more, he needed Jay's hands all over him.

“you….still have clothes on…”

Jay felt a pang of heat at the sound of jungwons needy whines. "I know baby, I know...I'll take them off. I just wanna look at you a little more." He murmured against his lips. He leaned back just enough to pull the black cardigan he had on over his head, discarding it somewhere in the car before moving down to unbuckle his pants. Jung-won watched as Jay got rid of the rest of his clothes, revealing his toned body. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip as he saw the muscles and the way Jay's body moved. Jay chuckled as he saw Jungwon bite his lip, he knew what that meant even with his slurred mind. He discarded his belt and lowered his pants and underwear in one go Jungwon's eyes widened as he saw Jay completely naked. His angry aching red cock sprung out against his stomach.

Jung-won felt nervous and scared a the sight. “hyung…….how…...is it…”

Jay looked down and smiled at his reaction, he knew he wasn't small, he could tell that it was probably bigger than Jungwons. Jung-won looked up at him, both scared and eager. He wanted to feel it against him, inside of him...he could feel himself getting even more desperate for him, his mind hazy in pleasure as he stared at the man on top of him. he didn't know what it would feel like but all he know is that he wanted it.

Jung-won stared at it, feeling both intimidated and excited. “it’s….bigger than I thought…” Jay chuckled and leaned down, his lips moving to his ear. “You’re adorable, baby.” he nipped at his earlobe before whispering, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. I’ll go slow…I promise.”jungwons body tingled as he felt jays lips on his ear, his words making him shiver. He trusted Jay and knew he would be gentle like he promised, so he nodded shyly. “Okay….I’m ready hyung…” Jay looked down at him, seeing the trust and desire in his eyes, and he felt a wave of anticipation wash over him the way Jungwon laid beneath him completely bare for him it was missing from his drunken mind. He leaned down and kissed him, slow and gentle, trying to convey all his feelings through it. Then he pulled away and flipped Jungwon so he was laying on his stomach against the car seat his ass facing up at him. Jungwon's face was flushed with embarrassment at being in such a vulnerable position, but he trusted Jay enough to let him take control. He closed his eyes and waited, his heart racing in anticipation. Jay took a moment to admire Jungwon, the sight of his arching back and perfect curves, but the urge to touch him, taste him, was too strong. He put one hand on his hip, gripping him firmly as he leaned down to press a kiss onto his spine jungwon body responded immediately to Jay's touch, arching up into it by instinct. He gasped and felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt Jay's warm lips against his skin again. Jay leaned down and whispered into Jungwon's ear, his voice low and rough. “Gotta be quiet, baby. Can’t let the driver hear us.”

He moved his free hand up to cover jungwons mouth as he kissed and bit at his shoulder. Jung-won nodded and tried to muffle his moans he could feel Jay pressed against his ass. Jay groaned at the feel of Jungwon underneath him, he could feel his heat and the way he was squirming. He wanted to just press right in but he had to be gentle and go slow, like he promised. Jay uncovered Jungwon's mouth reaching it out to his mouth “Spit” Jay said jungwon obeyed, and he collected some saliva in his mouth before spitting it in Jay's hand. Jay used the saliva to moisten his fingers, rubbing them together before he moved his hand down and slid a finger inside him slowly.

Jung-won gasped at the feeling, the intrusion was unexpected and unfamiliar. He felt a stinging sensation but it wasn’t so bad. He gripped the

seat beneath him, his body tensing up slightly. “Hyung….” He mumbled, his voice slightly strained. “It’s…it’s weird..”

Jay slowed down, not wanting to hurt him. “I know baby, I know it’s weird. Just relax, it’ll feel good soon.” He added another finger as he started to move them slowly. Jung-won gasped at the feeling of the second finger. It started to feel better tried to relax His body was adjusting to the feeling, the stinging slowly fading away and getting replaced by strange but pleasant sensations.

He could feel Jay stretching him out and he leaned back his head, his body responding to the movement. “Ah…..hyung…..” he mumbled, his voice getting more strained. “Feels…..good…..” Jay smirked at his words, he could tell that Jungwon was starting to feel good, which was exactly what he wanted. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good.” He whispered, moving

his fingers in a slow rhythm. jungwons was gripping the seat beneath him as the fingers inside him started to get faster. He was getting used to the feeling and started to feel the need for more. He lifted his head and looked back at Jay, his eyes pleading. “Hyung…need more…please…” Jay groaned and his eyes darkened at jungwongs plea. “Patience baby, I know you need more but I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, but he could feel his patience wearing thin. He removed his fingers, earning a whine from Jungwon. He leaned down to give him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear. “Shhh….be patient, I’m gonna give you what you want.” Jungwon lay there, his body feeling empty without Jay's fingers. He whimpered softly and felt desperate for more, but he tried his best to stay patient like Jay told him to do.

Jay reached over to grab his jacket, rummaging through the pocket before pulling out a small packet His mind was getting fuzzy again but he tried to think as clearly as he could for jungwons sake even tho he just had to take him right there and then without any prepping but he had to be gentle. He tore the packet with his teeth, taking out the small square piece of rubber. He took a moment to look at Jungwon, seeing his body twitching and waiting for him. He felt a pang of lust go through him but took a deep breath to steady himself. “You ready, baby?”jungwon was panting and felt desperate. He wanted more, he needed more. "Yes, yes, I’m ready, hyung, please... I need you."

“Okay…just relax, okay?” Jay said, his words a little slurred but still firm.

He put the condom on, his breath hitching as he did so. He looked down at Jungwon again, his eyes dark and filled with need. “I’m gonna go slow, okay?”

He aligned himself with Jungwons entrance, one hand on his hip to keep him steady, his body tense with anticipation. Jungwon's body was trembling. He could feel jays body pressed against his, the blunt head of his cock at his entrance. Jay covered Jungwon mouth one’s again and He wanted to make sure that Jungwon was comfortable before moving any further.

He tightened his grip on his hip, trying to keep him still He slowly pushed in a little, just the tip, watching Jungwons face for any sign of pain or discomfort. Jungwons body tensed, the pressure and burning sensation familiar but more intense than the fingers, and he whined into Jay's mouth Jay stopped moving, giving him time to adjust to the feeling. His body was shaking with the effort to hold back, he wanted to just push in all the way but he knew that he had to be careful and gentle especially with it being jungwons first time. "You okay, baby?" He asked, his voice slightly strained. Jung-won nodded against the hand covering his mouth, his breath coming in quick gasps. The burning sensation was still there, and he felt like he was being stretched too wide. He whined again and mumbled, “Hurts a little, hyung..” I know baby, I know. Just keep breathing, okay? Deep breaths,” Jay said, rubbing his hip reassuringly. He could feel jungwons body clenching around him, and he knew it would hurt a little before it. “You’re doing so good, baby. I promise it’ll get better soon.”

Jung-won tried to relax and breathe as Jay told him to do, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand on his hip and the sound of his voice. “Okay. I’m okay…” he mumbled after a minute, the pain and burning sensations slowly subsiding. “That’s it,” Jay murmured. “You’re doing so good for me, baby” He started to move again, slowly pushing in a little bit further, watching closely to see how Jungwon was reacting. Jungwon gasped as he felt Jay pushing in deeper, the pain was slowly turning into something else, something good. “Ah…..hyung….” He moaned against his hand “You’re doing so well, baby” Jay murmured again, his voice low and rough. He kept moving slowly, sinking in slowly, inch by inch.

“God…you’re so tight…..” he groaned,

the feeling making him light-headed, the alcohol and the heat of the moment making him dizzy. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” He leaned down and whispered in his ear, his lips brushing against it “You’re doing so good for me.”

Jungwon could feel his body stretching around Jay, the pain and burning sensation were almost gone now and only pleasure and need were left. He gripped the seat below him, his breath coming out of his. “Hyung…please…more…” He pleaded against his hand. Jay felt Jungwons plea and felt the last bit of his restraint snap.

“Okay, baby…I’ll give you more.”

He pulled out and pushed in a bit harder this time, watching Jungwon face for

His reaction. “Ah…ah!” Jungwon gasped loudly against Jay’s hand, the feeling was overwhelming and he felt a burst of pleasure in his stomach. “hyung…feels so good. “Yeah?” Jay's voice was low and rough, he could feel Jungwon clenching around him and it was driving him crazy, starting to move faster now, the alcohol making him dizzy and his mind was only filled with thoughts of Jungwon and how he looked and sounded under him. Jay knew he probably wouldn’t last long, he was drunk and over-sensitive “You feel so good around me, baby,” Jay said, his breathing getting quicker and voice getting lower. “So tight and hot”

He gripped his hip tighter as he moved faster inside him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so well” Jay praised him, feeling Jungwon’s body squeezing him tighter, his words making me feel hotter. “I’m so close..” "Me too…hyung…I’m so close, please…”Jungwon whined, his body shaking from the pleasure. He was gripping the seat below him so hard, that his body felt like it was on fire, he was close but he just needed a little more push

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you” Jay whispered, shifting his hand from jungwons mouth to his hips. He held him in place as he started pumping into him harder and faster “Ah- ah” jungwons moan was getting louder, he was sure that the driver would be able to hear him but he didn’t care anymore, he needed more, he needed to come “I’m close, I’m so close..Ah, hyung..”jungwon whimpered, his body on fire and his mind clouded over by Jay and pleasure. Jay felt his orgasm approaching, he shifted to hold Jungwon's hips with one hand while the other went to his hair, pulling him up against his chest so he could whisper in his ear “cum for me baby, come on” he whispered, his lips brushing against his ear jungwons body was shaking, the feeling of Jay so close to his ear and the way he was holding his neck made him even more sensitive “ah, hyung..” He whimpered his body on the edge.. “shit-” jays voice was shaky as he was getting close too. He moved his hands back to jungwons hip, using the other one to hold his hair again, tugging it so his neck was arched back against his shoulder. “So- fucking good” he groaned, moving his hips faster, needing to see him reach his release

"Ja- Hyung...I'm...I'm... ah" Jungwon couldn't hold back anymore He came, crying out jays name as his body shook and he clutched the seat jay watched him come undone, he felt jung-won clamp down on him and he found his release grunting loudly, pumping a few more times before he spilled into the condom. He slumped back onto the seat, pulling Jungwon down with him and letting go of his hair to wrap his arms around him, holding him “You did good baby, you did good” he said in between breaths, still dizzy but feeling a lot better now. He pressed a kiss onto jungwons shoulder, his hands gently rubbing his sides jungwons body was still trembling and his breathing was shaky, he leaned back against Jay, feeling spent and satisfied.

he mumbled sleepily “Can’t feel my legs”

jays chest rumbled with a soft laugh “You’re gonna feel like that for few minutes, don’t worry” He nuzzled his face into Jungwon's neck, still holding him tightly against his chest

The car seemed to have slowed down slightly, and Jungwon knew that they were getting close to their dorm soon.

“we’re getting close,” Jay said as if reading his mind, his voice low and rough. “We gotta clean up and put our clothes on” Jungwon groaned but he knew he was right. He tried to get up but his legs felt too shaky and weak. “I can’t stand up” he mumbled jay chuckled again and tightened his arms around him, keeping him from getting up. “I’ll help you.”He gently maneuvered him so he was facing him. He looked down and saw the mess they had made with the condom and the way his shirt was all crumpled. He reached down and fixed up his clothes before looking back up at his face jungwon was looking up at him, a tired expression on his face but a soft smile on his lips. “you look messed up, hyung” he mumbled, reaching up to fix his hair jay smiled back at him and ruffled his hair. “Look who’s talking” he teased. “You look like a mess”

“yeah…who’s fault is that?” jungwon said, his voice sarcastic. Jay rolled his eyes and pinched his sides, “I think you liked it”“Ow..don’t pinch me” Jungwon pouted, shifting away from jays fingers

“Sorry, sorry,” Jay said softly but there was still a teasing smile on his face

the car was getting closer to their destination and the two of them were still sitting on the back seat, both of their hair messy and kinda clothes rumpled. It wasn’t so obvious that they had been doing something thin. Jay looked out the window and saw the dorms come into view. “hyung”…..jungwon spoke up gently Jay turned to look at him. “mhmm?” will things change between us?…. I don’t want it to be akwa-”

Jay moved closer shaking his head. “nothing will change between us, I promise” he said, his voice serious. “You’re still my lifeline. my baby”

“I’m still your baby?” Jungwon asked teasingly, the corners of his lips curving into a smile showing his dimples. Jay smiled back and pinched his cheek “Yeah, you’re still my baby,” he said in a mock tone before he lowered his voice

“𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄”

Actual Moments from the “sound of Prada” event Jaywon attended that inspired a few scenes: Jaywon moments Twitter link

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You ached, putting it lightly. Months of running from virtually every government on the planet didn’t exactly give you the luxury of relaxing or unwinding after a long day. The rooms you stayed in never had baths to soak in or even a comfy mattress to sink into so when Steve announced that the motel you were going to had not only a jacuzzi but also king sized beds, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. 

“I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the floor, gorgeous, cause I will be spread eagle on that bed.” Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you climbed the cement steps up to the second floor. 

“Don’t worry about me birdie, that hot tub is calling my name.” You moaned, giving the man a light shove.

“We leave at sunup, don’t get too comfortable.” Steve’s voice broke the little bubble of happiness around the two of you. You looked back at the man, his brow was furrowed, the muscles in his jaw clenching. It wasn’t hard to see that he was different now; gone was the hopeful and starry eyed golden boy, instead you were left with a man who was only trying to survive in the face of complete betrayal of everything he held dear. Throw in a beard and a whole new uniform, Captain America was no more.

“C’mon Steve, we can afford a couple days of rest. We’re all exhausted.” Natasha laid a hand on his arm. “Besides, I think we all need to have a proper shower and do laundry.” You smiled gratefully at her as Steve sighed.

“Alright, just don’t draw too much attention to yourselves. Nat, how about you room with Sam?” 

“It’s my turn to get Y/L/N.” Sam stopped in front of the door to his room, shooting a puzzled look at you. Nat matched his expression but still stepped forward to take your spot next to the man. 

“We both know you’re gonna fall asleep immediately, just like Nat, and if Y/N is going down to the pool, someone needs to stay up to make sure she’s ok.” Steve shoved the key in the door, not bothering to even look in your direction. You met Sam’s gaze but he could only shrug at you as Nat wiggled her eyebrows.

Of course the woman knew about your crush on the ex-Captain, given that it was the one reason you had yet to room with him despite the rotating roommates you agreed to when you went on the run. Your stomach rolled as you tried to come up with any excuse to not walk in that room and have to face the reality of sharing a bed with the man who’s responsible for the mass ruining of your panties. 

The light in the room clicked on just as the door next to yours snapped shut. “Fuck me.” You hiked your duffle bag higher on your shoulder, took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Steve had already dropped his bag on the side of the bed closest to the door and shed the heavy jacket that shielded his toned physique from the world. He barely glanced at you as you entered but you knew his guard was still up, you doubted it had ever come down since what happened at the airport.

“You don’t have to wait up for me. No one else is staying here, the front desk guy said so himself.” You unzipped your bag. 

“It’s my job to look after you.” He retorted. You huffed and started pulling out your clothes in search of the singular bikini you had managed to obtain in your ‘travels’.

“Really? What’s your 401k look like?” Even without seeing it, you knew he was rolling his eyes at you. “Dammit.” You hissed as your fingers brushed the bottom of the bag, no trace of the thin material in sight. 

Steve turned from the desk where he had laid out a map of the area and raised an eyebrow at you. “I lost my swimsuit,” Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, “No hot tub for me I guess.” 

You shoved the empty bag and pile of clothes onto the floor before flopping down onto the bed. “This sucks.”

The desk chair creaked. “Just go in your underwear.”

Your head turned against the sheets, the thick cotton of the duvet brushing against your cheek. Steve was leaned forward, elbows planted firmly on his knees. Dark blue eyes stared right through you and suddenly, you couldn’t remember why you were upset. “Um, yeah I guess. But I don’t have any extra bras at the moment though.” You gestured to your discarded clothes.

Steve’s lip quirked up briefly before settling back into his now usual stern expression. “I’ll wash your stuff for you in the morning.” 

“Since when do you offer to do other people’s laundry?” Your hands slid up to rest beneath your head.

“I’ve been pushing all of you too hard. Maybe I want to start making it up to you.” He leaned back in the chair, the sheer mass of his seeming to grow as he rolled his broad shoulders. Unable to help yourself, you let your eyes trace the sharp muscles of his arms. It had been a long time since he was this relaxed in front of you.

“So maybe there is a bit of America’s Golden Boy still left in there.” He rolled his eyes and turned back to the desk.

“Go, before I change my mind.” You slinked off the bed with a smile. 

“Don’t wait up.” You cooed as the motel door shut behind you.

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The silence was a welcome friend. No cars or sirens, just the soft bubbling of the jets and your own happy groans as your body finally unwound. Steam billowed up from the water, disappearing into the night sky, brushing against the stars. The heat bled into your bones and it was all you could do to not melt.

You felt like you could wash away everything from this past year. 

You sank deeper into the water, the gentle ripples now brushed your neck, making you hum in satisfaction.

“Y/N, I was thinking that maybe I could grab some takeout from that 24 hour restaurant we passed a little while back, you hungry?” You lazily looked back over your shoulder just as Steve slipped past the high fence that enclosed the space. You watched as his gaze travelled from your body over to the pile of clothes on the deck, your panties and bra prominently displayed on top.

“Sure, I could eat.” You shrugged, swallowing down a smile at his now blank expression. Steve was frozen in place as the realisation dawned on him.

“Doll.” A shiver ran through you, that was definitely very new. A sudden confidence filled your veins as you watched his Adam's apple bob.

“Steven.” You turned around so that you were now kneeling on the bench, the water now barely covering your breasts. Blue eyes slowly trailed down from your face, following the droplets of water that clung to your skin. “Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I’m craving take out.”

The water lapped at your stomach as you sat up. Steve’s eyes immediately darted to your face as a deep blush crawled up his neck. “Doll, what is your underwear doing on the deck?” 

“I think that’s quite obvious Cap.” The muscles in his jaw rolled as his expression grew darker. Heat curled in your stomach. “I didn’t want to get them wet. Well, more wet than they already were.”

“It’s dangerous to be out here alone like this.” He took a tentative step towards you, the lock on the gate clicking shut. 

“Well then, it’s a good thing I have you here to protect me.” You sank back into the water, moving backwards until you could sit on the other side, giving yourself the perfect view of the super soldier. His jacket dropped first, then the ratty baseball cap that covered his darker hair. You bit your lip as his t-shirt followed.

There was a spattering of light hair across his chest, getting thicker and darker along his torso, until it disappeared beneath his pants. His hands interrupted your view but you wouldn’t complain, not when they were undoing his belt. You fought a moan as the button popped open and his fly was slowly drawn down. 

“You gonna join me Cap? The water is just perfect.” The dark material of his jeans slid down and you wondered if Commando was a better fitting title for the man. 

Steve smirked as he stepped into the tub. “I have to look out for you don’t I?” His hands grabbed at your wide hips and tugged you against his body effortlessly. “It is my job.”

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Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 9

Summary ''Apple tarts and tiramisu'': Lucy just moved to Barcelona, you offer to teach her Spanish. Reader gets into a relationship with Lucy Bronze who she met while she served her an apple tart.

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Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 9

October and November had been good months. You had took up going to the gym quite seriously and with yfs/n as your self-claimed coach, you were actually starting to get lean, you never had been really chubby but you just didn’t have any muscle, but right now your muscles were getting way more definition and you scolded yourself for not excepting your best friends advise earlier.

The coffee shop and bakery had had more customers and your mother had even been in the newspaper with her pastries.

Lucy had had her birthday just before her family had come and you had spent a lovely day and a half together at a beach house just outside Barcelona with Narla. It had been a tight schedule so unfortunately you had not been able to plan it as a surprise and Lucy had insisted on paying when you were booking but in the end you had persuaded her by saying that it would be her present.

But of course that wasn't just it, you had bought some presents and your parents had also written a card for her which you had taken with you and of course your mother had baked a cake which you took with you.

The trip had been amazing.

The meeting with Lucy's family went perfectly, you got complimented on your English and you actually got along really well with everyone.

Lucy hadn't like it when you and Jorge, Lucy's brother, had been a team together in a game. Lucy's father and she were a team and Jorge's wife and Lucy's mother were a team. The children were already in bed but it got louder and louder as the game went on, when Jorge and you celebrated that you almost won with a certain set Lucy said so loudly ´´no´´ ´´not at all´´ ´´just wait´´ that her nephew came in with his cuddly toy to ask what was going on.

The group had laughed and Jorge had taken him on his lap: "You can watch how aunt y/n and I are going to beat up aunt Lucy."

One evening during their stay you had a dinner at your parents’ with the whole group. Your father had talked to Joaquin the whole evening, which went surprisingly well, he spoke in Spanish and Lucy's father in Portuguese.

Diane and Jorge's wife had been in the kitchen with your mother the whole time, helping her with the food, and they had given her so many compliments that you were sure your mother would love to have them visit more often.

Dessert had been tiramisu, of course, and you and Lucy had told the story of your meeting together and your first date.

Now it was December, just before everyone went to their families for Christmas, Lucy's club wanted to celebrate it together.

You had seen her teammates a few times now, after matches you had attended and once when you went with her when she had a media event at the club after which you were going to eat at friends of yours, so it had been more efficient to come along right away.

Mapi and Ingrid had once visited the coffee shop with Lucy.

Mariona, or Mario, as Lucy calls her, had once eaten at your house. Mariona had a girlfriend in England, Lucy had told her and when he was in Spain 'Mario' had invited you to eat at her house.

There had also once been a dinner at Paños' house, her name was Sandra but Lucy called her Paños. It had been very nice and Paños' girlfriend was there too.

The one you saw most often was Kiera, she was super nice, when you had dropped off the dog with Lucy on a Monday a few weeks back, she had invited you two in and for tea with her and her girlfriend, Laura.

Everyone you had properly met had been nothing but nice to you, but you still felt a bit nervous to formally meet the whole team.

The dinner was planned to be in the Barca complex itself and all the players and staff were invited with their partners.

Lucy had texted you if you were ready a while ago, even though you hadn’t been completely ready you had said you were, as you knew it always took her some time to get to your house when she came with her car. It was way quicker to walk the distance between your apartments then to drive, but as you two had to go somewhere, there was no other option then to go by car.

You had gone for an elegant black dress and wore tights underneath that were a bit thicker then the ones you wore teaching. When you were standing outside with your coat and your bag ready for Lucy you were happy with your choice because it was very chilly.

You were just about to call her when you saw her black car turn the corner.

She stopped and when you wanted to walk to the car to open the door but she shook her head no and she got out to quickly open the door for you.

Lucy had been doing this the whole time, you had been together for three months now, but it seemed like you were falling more and more in love.

''good evening beautiful'' Lucy said as she held the door open for you.

Lucy was wearing black suit pants with a crisp white blouse, it was wrinkle-free, probably because it was a new one, cause you were sure Lucy had never heard of properly ironed.

You gave her a kiss ‘’you look hot’’ you said as you climbed in the car.

‘’you look cold’’ she chuckled before closing your door.

When she sat back in the car you replied ‘’it is cold, I can’t grasp the fact you’re walking here in a blouse’’.

‘’my jacket hangs in the back, can’t have it wrinkled’’ she looked at you ‘’you know I’m part English right, I don’t like the cold, but I can deal with it’’.

‘’since when are you so concerned about wrinkles’’ you laugh ‘’you don’t even own an iron’’.

‘’it’s a special occasion’’.

‘’pre-Christmas dinner?’’.

‘’yeah, and everyone meeting you, I cant look like a potato bag, people wouldn’t understand how I bagged you’’ she grinned.

‘’bagged me’’ you reply repeating her words slowly.

‘’well, yeah, uhm you know, got you to date me’’

‘’oh!’’ you chuckle, you knew what she had meant ‘’I know, I just thought it was the other way around, I bagged you’’.

Lucy looked away from the road a second to look at you with disbelieve.

‘’I offered you Spanish lessons’’ you refreshed her memory.

‘’I took your phone number to actually set it up and changed it to a dinner’’.

You sighed not knowing how to fire back.

Lucy put her hand on your thigh and rubbed her thumb along the covered skin ‘’it’s okay baby’’ you could hear in her voice she was grinning ‘’you’re my little princess’’.

‘’I said I love you first’’ you pouted.

‘’on accident’’ Lucy laughed.

‘’yeah but after that I said it again because you wanted me to say it first’’.

‘’because I asked you to be my girlfriend that night and I was a bit nervous’’.  ‘’I bagged you and I’m the one punching’’ Lucy stated as if that was the end of it.

You frowned ‘’punching?’’ ‘’what is with your weird English, I get bagged but what do you mean with punching’’.

Lucy chuckled and caressed your knee ‘’just agree bub, it’s true anyways’’.

‘’no’’ you said as you grabbed Lucy’s phone and searched it up in Google

In relationships, “punching” describes someone dating out of their league. The phrase is most commonly used in the UK but has recently been picked up more widely thanks to reality TV.

‘’what the- Luce, you can’t possibly say I’m out of your league’’ you chuckled ‘’or you mean I’m punching’’.

''I don't know, every time I blink you look better and better, I just get wrinkles''.

''good thing I have a thing for old people'' you chuckle, knowing Lucy hates to get called old.

You watch her face as you see her jaw drop and she huffed out some air ‘’you can’t say that’’.

‘’you asked for it gr-’’ you grinned widely at her knowing she doesn’t like the name that will follow next.

She looked at you ‘’don’t you dare!’’ she said as she squeezed your leg.  

‘’what?’’ you chuckled ‘’don’t worry, you’re the hottest granny I know’’.

‘’oh y/n you’re in deep shit’’.

‘’don’t beat me up because you’re punching’’ you chuckled at your pun.

She shook her head suppressing a laugh.

‘’come on Luce, you are hot, sexy, smart, the best footballer, ofcourse they understand you can get every girl, even though I don’t agree that I’m hotter then you, but there are literally maybe a hundred hot as fuck woman who would want to ‘get bagged’ by the Lucy Bronze’’ you say rubbing her leg ‘’why the insecurity all of a sudden?’’.

Lucy swallowed ‘’I don’t know, I have never introduced someone to the team’’.

‘’I’m nervous too, but it’ll be allright, right?’’.

Lucy sat a bit straighter up and took you hand from her leg to hold it ‘’god I’m an idiot, I haven’t even asked you how you feel’’.

‘’yeah well, I know a few people a little bit, but I don’t know most.. and meeting new people is always a bit.. nerve wracking.. especially your partner's colleagues’’.

''they'll love you'' ''and you look so beautiful baby'' Lucy said as she caressed your fingers with her thumb.

‘’will you stay by my side?’’ you ask carefully.

‘’ofcourse’’ Lucy nodded abundantly ‘’I’ll introduce you to everyone’’.

Lucy brought your hand to her mouth and pressed a few kisses to it ‘’and thank you for coming with me, I love you’’.

‘’I love you too Luce’’ you said as you leaned over to kiss her jaw ‘’I’ll always come with you’’.

You walked into the dining hall on Lucy's arm. Lucy had a hard time finding a spot for the car because she wanted to park near the door for you, every spot there was already taken, but in the end it worked out and the two of you hadn´t parked too far away.

First there would be a reception with drinks, but in about fifty minutes the food would already be served. A lot of people were there already, since the reception actually lasted two hours, but Lucy had said that Alexia had told her that the first hour was more something for the staff and was often a bit boring.

Speaking of Alexia, she came in with you and Lucy at the same time. You had greated Alexia and Olga, her girlfriend and the four of you were now doing a round of greeting Lucy and Alexia's teammates and Lucy introduced you to a few staff members too, like a physio guy that she had mentioned a few times at home.

After a while of sipping drinks and small talk someone, the head of Barcelona Femení, as Lucy filled you in, clinged a glass with his ring and announced that dinner would be served soon and asked everyone to start taking a seat at the long dinner table.

Alexia came up to Lucy and you heard her quietly ask if the two of you could join them because Olga wanted to sit next to you because she had learned you were a teacher too.

Lucy nudged you with her to follow Alexia and softly said to you that Alexia's girlfriend was interested to be friends with you.

Now you were seated next to Olga and Lucy, opposite was a woman who called herself Patri and next to her was Pina, a woman who was also on the team but Lucy had told you they were dating but keeping it quite low-key.

You had learned there were quite a few couples on the team, some were very open about it, like Mapi and Ingrid, who had visited the shop and you had followed them on social media after, seeing the had a few posts posing together. Other couples were only obvious if you knew, like Caroline and Marta or like the couple infront of you, Patri and Pina. But you knew as no other that the Spanish could be very touchy with eachother, so if you hadn't been told about the couples you would've probably never thought anything special about their interactions.

It is actually pretty fun at your section of the table, funny stories are shared, jokes are made but eventually the conversation inevitably turns to football. At that moment Olga and you start talking about teaching, you learn that she is a primary school teacher and you explain that you were an English teacher at a secondary school but since you stopped doing that you teach different ages English as a side job next to working at your moms coffee shop.

The topic went from teaching to dating an athlete, and just when Olga offered to exchange numbers to contact eachother to sit together in the stands next game, the table got louder.

''I just want to show her around''. Lucy said while laughing hard.

''Sure'' Pina laughed.

''I am going to show Pina the lockers too after dinner'' Patri chuckled.

''She already knows the way'' Alexia tuned in. ''I showed Olga around here too when we started dating''.

''Yeah'' Pina chuckled ''and it took multiple times appearently, i have seen you take her-

''Pina!''. Alexia scolded ''tanca la puta boca''. (shut the fuck up)

''Ale'' Olga said with wide eyes as she slapt her girlfriends arm.

''She was saying crazy stuff babe'' Alexia offered as she shot a murdering glance across the room ''algunes persones volen córrer moltes voltes després de les vacances de Nadal'' (some people want to run a lot of laps after Cristmas break).

''No-'' Pina said ''i'm sorry capi, we were joking''.

''What would y/n think of us right now, hm? pensa en el nostre nou convidats i sigues respectuós amb la Lucía i amb ella''. (think about our new guests and be respectful to Lucia and her).

You chuckled as the pair across from you got scolded.

Lucy tapped your leg ''What did she say?'' she whispered.

You whisper back ''Ale says Pina and Patri are going to run laps if they keep disrespecting people''.

Lucy chuckled.

''Anyways'' Ale says ''Olga and i will go with you Luce and y/n''.

''We want to come too''. Pina pouted.

''Bé'' (fine) Alexia shrugged.

''Nah Pin''. Patri said ''they're boring thirty year-olds, let's annoy Vicky and Salma after this''.

''No way y/n is 30'', Pina said ''quants anys tens?''. (how old are you anyways?)

''I'm 25'' you reply in English ''Sé que estic sortint amb un dinosaure, oi?'' you added in quick Catalan, chuckling. (i know im dating a dinosaur right?).

''Did you just call me a dinosaur?!''. Lucy said laughingly but offended.

''Uh nooo'' you say innocently ''i said i'm not a dinosaur''. you couldn't surpress your smile.

''Ale?''. Lucy tried as she leaned on the table to get Alexia's attention ''what did she say?''.

''No Lucia,'' Alexia chuckled ''i'm not getting inbetween you two, this is motivation for your language lessons''.

At the mean time Patri and Pina were laughing their heads off opposite of you and Olga was also quietly chuckling.

''Mkay'' Lucy sighed ''you are lucky you're cute'', she said while squeezing your thigh.

You looked away from smiling at Lucy to face the two women who were now making gagging noices.

''So down bad'' Pina chuckled, making Patri laugh even harder.

/Ding-ding-ding/ the offical took the floor again and announced that they had the fun idea to change seats again for dessert to have a chance talk to some other people.

Lucy pulled you along to Oshoala, Ingrid, Mapi, Cata and Frido.

''Heyy'' Mapi said as she took a chair out for you ''pastrie girl and her worshipper''.

You chuckled but Lucy didn't laugh as she got back with a chair ''shut it xerrameca''. (blabbermouth).

''Ey Catalan!''. you laugh.

''What she meant is -hi y/n-'', Ingrid corrected her girlfriend ''and hi Lucy''.

Oshoala chuckled ''No Maria is right, Lucy is so down bad for you, i assume you are the girl she sends all those selfies to hm?''. She said as she stuck out her hand ''hi, i'm Asisat''.

You stuck out your own hand to shake it ''i'm y/n''. but Oshoala didn't shake your hand, instead she brought it to her mouth to kiss the back of your hand.

''Allright Oshoala that's enough'' Lucy grumbled in a lightharded way.

Mapi sighed ''you have to start hitting on girls that are not taken'' she said as she rubbed ingrids thigh.

''Ah Maria, she's just being nice''. Ingrid chuckled.

''No!'' Lucy and Mapi said at same time, making you chuckle aswell.

''Yeah i'm just being nice'' Oshoala chuckled cheeckily.

''We have to find you a girlfriend then'' you said tapping Oshoala's shoulder.

Oshoala grinned ''yeah, do you have any pretty friends?''.

''No sadly all of them are taken or straight'' you chuckled ''don't you have like fans or something?''.

''Nahhh'' Oshoala laughed ''you can't date fans''.

You looked at Lucy who was nodding in agreement ''it's a bit weird'' she offered as she looked at your curious face.

''Why?''. you asked ''is that why there is so much dating within the team'' you grinned ''or is that because you guys have such difficult schedules''.

''Both'' Cata and Frido said, breaking the silence they had kept until now.

''I can't understand-'' you stopped yourself ''uhm''. and got quiet.

''Go on'' Mapi chuckled ''we can handle it, Oshoala has the biggest ego but she'll manage, what did you want to say?''.

''We love when people are honest to us'' Cata added.

Frido laughed ''did you want to make fun of us?''.

''No, no, god no, i was just thinking, like, everyone is just a person right, only difference is you guys are good at playing football, and that became your job, but everyone has something like that, like a talent''.

''I can see why you love her'' Ingrid said, turning to Lucy.

You turned to Lucy aswell and saw her looking at you smiling, you blushed a little ''sorry, maybe i should be more like'' you turned back again and mimicked a fan girl ''omg! im at the table with Asisat Oshoala''. choosing her name after Mapi had joked she had the biggest ego.

''See i kinda like that'' Oshoala grinned, deserving a slap from Lucy.

''I advise you to never fuck a fan'' Mapi grinned.

-Sorry- you mouthed to Lucy who looked at you with narrowed eyes.

At that Lucy smiled again.

''But why Maria?'' Cata asked ''i haven't heared that story''.

After Ingrid had shrugged Mapi enlightend the table with her detailed story.

..

A couple of very funny story's and one dessert later everyone scattered back to the section of the hall that the evening had started.

Everyone went around sipping drinks and changing conversation partners, and the two of you went around the room without Lucy ever leaving your side.

After about an hour Olga and Alexia joined you again.

''Ready for that tour'', Alexia asked Lucy.

Lucy looked at you, ´´ýeah ofcourse, excited to see where you guys work´´, you smile.

''It's nothing special'', Olga whispered to you as the two of you followed your girlfriends, ''just nod and be excited at every little thing, oh and definitly ask about the gym machines''.

You chuckled ''is Alexia just as gym-obsessed as Lucy is?''.

''I don't know how obsessed Lucia is with it, but Ale lives and breathes the gym'', Olga chuckled.

Lucy turned around ''what are you guys chatting about?'', she asked with a curious smile, making Alexia turn around too.

''Y/n says you like the gym as much as Ale does, or actually, we couldn't really come to an agreement because we don't know how much you guys-

''I squat way more'', Alexia scolds.

Lucy rolled her eyes, ''i bench twice as much as you''.

''i- Alexia thought about a comeback.

''leave it Ale, don't embarrass yourself'', Lucy grinned.

Alexia frowned and looked at Olga, then at you, before looking back at Lucy ''lets start our tour at the gym then''.

''This is how you do that'' Olga whispered, ''you're about to experience the best private show ever''. and quickly hopped to catch up with her girlfriend.

Lucy grinned as she swatted an arm around you when you had catched up with her, ''Don't make fun of Ale too hard later, i'm about to emberrass her big time''.

''Hm i don't know'', you tease, squeezing her bicep, ''she looks pretty strong too, and Olga said she's in the gym a lot''.

''Oh yeah'' Lucy grumbled, ''why don't you go touch her biceps then, if they're so much better''.

You kissed her neck softly before whispering in her ear, ''i said pretty strong, not as strong as you Luce, you're the strongest''. After one more peck you said, ''no bicep could beat yours''.

''Lucia!'', Alexia called out, ''stop drooling and get over here''.

Lucy grinned, keeping the same slow pace to walk down to the backdoor.

''Your not scared, are you?'', Alexia prevoked, ''feble'' (weakling).

Lucy narrowed her eyes, ''what did she call me''.

''She called you weak'' you chuckled, farely enjoying this theater.

The four of you ended up in the other building, now standing in a hall with various gym equipement. Conveniently enough Alexia had a master key to the complex, being the Captain she could enter all the Barca buildings. You had praised her how cool it was after the woman had mentioned it for the third time, which resulted in a laugh and a wink from Olga.

Olga and you now shared an inside joke about how easily the athletes could get riled up by a few strategic comments, or on the other hand completely blossom, with just a few praises.

Alexia and Lucy put some weights on a iron bar, ''you first'', Alexia commanded, ''we'll up the weight until one fails''.

''We're benching after this'', Lucy said without leaving room for discussion.

Alexia sighed ''okay, sí''. ''but pushups after''.

''Fair'', Lucy shrugged, ''three competitions so no chance of a draw''.

''I don't care, 1-0, 2-0 or 3-0, it's never a un empat'' (a draw) Alexia grinned, ''you just gave me more to beat you in''.

''Yeah keep talking big Putellas, or maybe let's see what those chicken arms are worth first''.

''Ohhh Bronze! just so you know, if you're not tall enough to reach the bar, the point also goes to me''.

''You're the same heigth as me!''.

Alexia chuckled, ''oh no, i am 173 and you are 171''.

''Oh so you're obsessed with me?'', Lucy grinned, ''want me to write you an autograph?''.

Alexia grinned back ''I might give you mine when i've beat you'', she turned around to look at you ''and ofcourse y/n will get one too''.

Lucy put her hand over Alexia's eyes and turned her to the bench, ''you wanted me to go first hm? watch me ace this than''.

You couldn't decide if it looked more hot or more rediculous, the dressed up women glistening with sweat as they riled eachother up and had kept upping the weights again and again, even making you fear for their backs at one point.

Alexia had won the squatting, Lucy the benching, now it was time for some push-ups.

Lucy was a sight, she had thrown her jacket on one of the weight racks at the moment they had entered this room but after one set of squatting she had also rolled up her sleeves. When they had moved on to benching she had undone the top 2 buttons of her blouse, giving you a perfect view of her necklaces on her clammy skin.

Just like you, Olga was also eating this show up, her eyes hadn't left her girlfriend once.

You got pulled from your thoughts as you heared her whisper something to you ''tindré un bon sexe aquesta nit''. (i'm going to have such good sex tonight).

With a couple of blinks you looked up at her, sceptical if you had heared her right.

''I like it the most when they lose a game'', Olga confided to you quietly, ''but never tell Ale''.

You chuckled but attention got pulled away by grunts you knew all to well.

''47-48-49, babe you're looking right, 50,51'' Lucy grunted.

''Ofcourse, you're doing so good'' you swooned ''let's go Bronzey''.

''Yeah Bronzey'' Alexia mocked, ''go on until you get tired, are your arms tired?''.

''67-68-69''. with that Lucy sat up, ''that's a good number to stop on, i want to leave some energy in my arms and ofcourse give you atleast a little chance to beat me'', with that last she slapped Alexia's shoulder, ''your turn beanstalk''.

''the what?''.

Lucy grinned, ''don't worry about it, get on the floor''.

''beanstack?'', Alexia muttered as she got on the floor.

You can't help but comment, ''she called you tall''.

Alexia looked up and grinned, ''ah, ofcourse, thank you Lucía, now count for me''.

''No'' Lucy frowned ''i counted myself!''.

''We never said you had too'', Alexia looked at Olga ''you count for me babe?''.

''Ofcourse'' Olga purred, ''should i start at 70 and count down''.

''hm'', Alexia said as her grin grew impossibly bigger, ''yeah start at 71 for me guapa''.

At 36 she started shaking, you couldn't countain your chuckling when she almost couldn't push herself up anymore at 31 and slapped your hand infront of your mouth.

Lucy shot a smug wink at you. ''Struggeling Putellas?''.

''N-n-no'' She groaned, ''30 to go''.

''You can stop to safe your arms'', Olga offered as she eyed her trembling girlfriend.

''keep c-counting babe'' Alexia said, barely getting the words out.

After one more push-up she collapsed on the ground.

''Ayyeee'', Lucy screetched ''kiss for the winning lady?'' she asked looking at you.

''Ofcourse'' you grinned, being weirdly proud at your girlfriend, and walked towards her.

''and another reward later'' you whispered quietly in her ear before kissing her.

..

''Fuck'' you moaned as Lucy pinned you against the mattress.

She hummed as she littered your neck and chest with kisses and tender bites.

''I was rewarding you right'' you said, chuckling when she reached a ticklish spot.

She sat up, her hips straddling yours, ''oh but this is a reward'' she groaned, reaching down to massage your boobs.

Your hands closed around her wrists, trying to keep her hands on you.

Gently she started rocking against you, you saw her brows furrow lightly as she grinded down, positioning herself exactly against your clit.

''Get my panties off'', you sigh desperatly, wanting to feel all of her against you, ''and yours too''.

She quickly helped you out of them and then shuffled her own briefs clumsily down her legs, before throwing them besides the bed and climbing back on top of you.

You cup the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss.

Softly she took your bottom lip in between her teeth and getly tugged on it before releasing it and going in for the kiss.

During the slow make out she tentatively started moving her hips again.

When a small moan of yours escaped in to her mouth she pulled back to look at you, ''does this feel good?'' she carefully asked.

''mhm'' you said, closing your eyes to focus even better on the way your bodies were melting together.

''Good'' she said as she kept looking at your face while gently steering your limbs in a little more open position.

Your eyes shot open again when you could feel even more of her, hear even more of her.

''Still good?''.

You groan as she kept rutting against you, or rather, along you.

Her face was adorable, holding so much concentration as she moved in a way that make the both of you feel amazing.

''Fuck'', she breathes out ''i'm going to cum like this'' she said as she increased her pace.

You reach up to touch her breasts, stimulating her nipples. ''You feel so good Luce, keep going''.

She groaned.

''Come against me''.

Another groan.

''You looked so hot beating her in the gym, you're so fucking strong''.

Lucy's head dropped in her neck, her chin pointing to the ceiling.

''I couldn't take my eyes off of you''.

''Lifting weights in your blouse''.

''You're so sexy''.

With that Lucy came, she panted hard as she rode herself through her high against you, slowely coming to a stop and plopping on the bed, laying besides you.

''Fuck'', she gasped as her chest was heaving up and down, ''you didn't-

''Sshh'' you chuckled, ''that was amazing''.

After a few minutes of stroking eachothers skin, Lucy seemed to have come back down to the here and now and started kissing you again.

It started fairly soft and slow, but her intentions quickly revealed as she worked her way down your body sloppily.

You moaned hard as she flattened her tongue to your core.

She looked up at you from between your legs, a sight you loved to see.

She stared intensely at you while she was working her mouth and brought two fingers up, gently pushing them inside you.

When your jaw slacked and your eyes rolled she knew she found the right spot, your head dropped on the pillow as you felt your orgasm approaching again.

It didn't take long for you to come undone.

When she helped you through it, you felt in complete ecstasy.

Only when it became too much did you gently push her away.

You smiled at her when she crawled on top of you to reach for a kiss.

With two hands you reached up to frame her face, she kissed the palm of one of your hands and you felt the clammy skin of her chin.

''Was that first thing we did okay?'', she asked hesitantly.

You looked at her slightly confused, ''yeah it felt really good, we should do that more often'' you say, petting her face.

''But you didn't-

You chuckled, making her frown.

''what?''.

''Oh Luce'', you laugh ''is this the first time that happened to you or something?''.

''maybe, i just..

''it felt really good'', you say ''and it was our first time doing that Luce''.

''i came too fast''.

''i take that as a compliment actually'' you chuckled, ''and it was your reward after all'' you say, moving your hands from her face to her shoulders to end at her biceps.

''Hmmm'' Lucy groaned, ''i guess it was'' she said as leaned in to kiss you.

...

It was a couple of days later, the Christmas days had been spent with the Bronze's family visiting Barcelona.

Your family's had meet up again and there had been eaten a lot of good food.

Lucy had opened up her apartment for her family again, just like last time, only this time her nephew did spent a night sleeping over at yours.

It had been really cute seeing Lucy with the kids, although she was a bit of a rough wrestler with them, she was always gentle.

Now it was time for your annual new years trip. You had the tradition to spent Christmas with the family and new years with the friends.

Often years it had just been celebrated at the friend with the biggest house, but in recent years it had grown out to a 3-day trip in a rented air-bnb.

As soon as Lucy had heared about it she'd agreed to come, excited to join your friends along your side, knowing you had never had a new years kiss before.

''but what are the vibesss'', Lucy whined, hovering over her empty suitcase.

You were at her place, your suitcase was packed and ready, laying in the trunk of your car.

Right now you were helping Lucy pack, you were at Lucy's to sleep there and the next morning you'd drop off Narla at Keira's, who just got back from England, and then the two of you had a 3 hour drive to the rented property.

A few friends had already arrived today, inspecting the place and setting everything up.

They'd sent pictures, it was a cute house, pretty big, enough rooms for everyone.

Everyone of the friendgroup had a partner now, even your bestfriend, yfs/n, she had started dating a guy recently, you thought he was nice but you didn't really have a connection with the man. Lucy on the other hand, she had spent hours talking with him at the dinners either your bestfriend or you had hosted. It worked out perfectly for double dates, you had yfs/n and Lucy could talk to Marc.

''Why are you so hessitant'' you chuckled rubbing her back, ''booze and games, the vibes are booze and games i think, and sweaters, pack enough clothes because it is cold''.

''How is the sleeping situation?'' Lucy asked as she turned around and pulled you against her, ''d'we get any privacy?''.

You grinned ''it's just 3 days, everyone sleeps next to eachother in one long dormitory'' ''oh, did i mention bunkbeds''.

Lucy groaned, ''why do i love you so much that i do this happily for you''.

You bursted out in laughing ''no we have our own rooms with regular double beds, every couple has an own room, that's why we have to drive a bit further this year, Ale searched the best house''.

''Hmm'' Lucy hummed kissing your neck ''great''.

''We have to pack your bag Luce'' you groan as she licks along your sensitive skin.

''Our last private night'' she said inbetween kisses, ''might aswell make the best of it''.

''I just told you we have our own room'', you chuckled.

She slightly pulled away from you and you saw a dumb smile on her face ''i don't know, if the walls are thin i ain't doing anything'', she grinned ''you have a hard time keeping quiet sometimes''.

''I'm sure you can think of a way to keep me quiet'' you say while a small blush crept on you cheeks.

''No way'', ''what if yfs/n is in the room next to us''.

You shrugged ''it's not like she wouldn't- you stopped yourself, ''yeah we'll manage not doing anything for three days right'' you hurried to say.

''What?'' Lucy said chuckling

''Nothing'' you say, trying to distract her with a kiss.

''No i'm thinking you we're about to say she already knows what you sound like''.

Your eyes screwed shut and you quickly shook your head, ''No, ew''.

''Well go on then'', she urged.

''It's just that we tell eachother everything'' you say carefully, ''i was going to say, it's not like she wouldn't know the cause of what she'd hear'' you blushed furiously.

Lucy cringed a bit but chuckled ''are you sharing our private life with her?''.

''Sorry'' you say grimacing, ''it was just our habit and-

''For me it's Jordan'' Lucy stated, making you look up.

You looked at her questioning.

''-the person i overshare with'' Lucy chuckled, ''ofcourse you have someone you share everything with, it's good, i just- '', she chuckled, ''maybe i should've known about it sooner''.

''Why?''.

''Cus it's a bit akward isn't it?'' Lucy smiled, ''does she tell you about Marc and her too?''.

''yes'' you say scruncing your nose.

[theminecraftbee]

hi its aussie anon again! uh due to needing sleep i was unfortunately not conscious for quite a bit of the stream today. i do plan on binging a vod or supercut or smth, but what did i miss? thanks <3

sure, i can do my best!

joe hills starts streaming early and is the only pov that never stops the entire day, and is the last to finish streaming as well. he starts by logging in on hermitcraft and also hanging out with the in-person hermits, as well as showing us that they're setting up for hot ones.

people start streaming. most of them log onto hermitcraft, where they reveal a two hour donation incentive where, if you donate 50, they'll put your name on a sign on the server, and if you donate 200, that sign will be glowing and you'll have the whole sign for yourself. between that and a generous donor matching donations, the hermits basically IMMEDIATELY smash past 500k, and almost all the way to 600k. the hermits then scramble to keep up with the signs.

hot ones starts! zedaph, tango, impulse, skizz, grian, jimmy, and iskall are the starting contestants, and i recommend impulse, skizz, iskall, jimmy if he was streaming, or tango as povs for this if you want to see the whole thing. later, pearl tags in for grian and joe tags in for jimmy, both of whom end up giving up early. they are both impressively impervious to the spices, which is very funny as especially zedaph and iskall start dying on the spot.

the hermits get past 650k and all get new nerf guns, these ones like, the terrifying automatic rifle nerf guns you were jealous of the one kid that had, and start an all-out war. someone brings up that the event as a whole (not just the hermits but the entire LAN event) is about to hit one million, so zedaph suits up in "protective gear" and the hermits all murder him in a firing squad in celebration. joe's pov is really good for this (he gave us two angles!), as is scar's or tango's i think.

the hermits go back to placing signs, and scar reads donos and hypes up the auction items. scar's stream is probably best for the end of the auction, and he gives a really sweet and heartfelt speech after the end of it. the auction ends on a bang!

the hermits split off to now all play the zedlypmics! i can't tell you much of what happened for this, this is when i left to go take a walk/do pokemon go community day since i recently got back into that/feed my dog/prepare to road trip tomorrow. however it was the zedlympics, i'm sure it was fun! basically everyone joined in on that one.

finally, joe specifically split off at the very end to play some live physical tcg with pearl (and also hit each other with zedaph's milky boppers from yesterday). after a single game they both admit joe is exhausted, and joe ends the stream, sending us to raid one of his favorite pinball streamers who had, i kid you not, four viewers before the ~6k of us showed up. manu was stunned, and i hope everyone who stuck around enjoys that!

and in the end, we raised well over 800k for gamer's outreach, which is a WILD ACHIEVEMENT!

and... yep, that's the highlights! hopefully that gives you an idea of who you should and shouldn't watch! meanwhile, from yesterday, iskall has already put up a video from his pov of guess the build and bingo on his second channel, so i'd go ahead and suspect iskall's going to continue to put highlights there, for anyone waiting for highlights!

[mikelogan]

TJ MIKELOGAN’S HALLOWEEN 2023 EVENT ↳ Day 10: Favorite horror director(s)

MIKELOGAN’s 6K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION || GET TO KNOW ME MEME FAVORITE DIRECTORS [2/5]

directed by Mike Flanagan

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[gulliblelemon]

gulliblelemon's fics

I thought I should probably have a place where I put all of my fics together and update as I go. I don't want to put this as my pinned post - I like having my fic recs there! But I'll link to this so hopefully it's not too hard to find. I've tried to be accurate with my genre tags, but it's well-known that my angst barometer is broken. If you think I've got any wrong, let me know!

If you're after a particular vibe I've also done separate posts for genre here: angsty, hurt/comfort, fluffy, pining, long fics, short fics

Please Try Again Later (canon-div, T, 32k) - angst, hurt/comfort What would have happened if Simon was around when Wille got the call about Erik.

Happy 18th, Crown Prince Wilhelm (post-canon-div, G, 4.3k) - fluff Canon divergence from end of s2. Outsider's POV of Wille's 18th birthday celebrations if he hadn't stepped down.

What Would I Do Without You? (AU series, T, 37k) - fluff, angst, hurt/comfort How things might have gone differently if Wille and Felice were already best friends before Hillerska. Starts with some (very) fluffy one shots, gets angstier.

i want it to be easier (canon, T, 1.4k) - pining Missing moment with Simon, Rosh and Ayub from s2e5 after "Did he just say he'd give up the crown for you?"

See You (Soon) (AU, T, 18k) - fluff, pining Wille didn't go to Hillerska but sees Simon at the jubilee. And does everything in his power to see him again. And again.

The Umbrella (AU, T, 35k) - pining A University AU in which Simon and Wilhelm meet by accident. They continue to bump into each other until they start to form a tentative friendship.

Making Music (AU, M, 15k) - fluff, pining A non-royal AU where both Simon and Wilhelm are on a three week intensive music course in the old Hillerska building.

Where We Left Off (AU, T, 84k) - angst, pining, hurt/comfort Simon meets Wilhelm by accident in the wake of Erik's sudden death. This story follows their lives through the years, and through more of their accidental and on-purpose meetings.

The Last Slice (post-canon, T, 2.9k) - fluff(?) Wille is invited to play video games with The Gang. He has a few things he needs to say.

Unconventional (canon-div, T, 1.8k) - fluff Canon divergence where Wille doesn't step down, a moment where he makes a decision about his future with Simon.

Controversial Clothing Opinions (post-canon, T, 1.3k) - fluff What does Wille think of the infamous plaid pants?

It's Just Us Now (canon, T, 1.8k) - fluff, light angst Wille's internal monologue during movie night s1e2.

Thirteen (AU, T, 4.1k) - fluff Wilhelm is not enjoying his thirteenth birthday. That is until a beautiful boy stumbles across him and invites him to join him and his friends having fun in the palace grounds.

Paper Frogs and Fairy Tales (AU, T, 21k) - fluff, pining Simon works in a bookshop. Wilhelm shows up for a royal book event. Neither of them are particularly pleased with this set up... at first.

Why'd You Invite Me In The Middle Of The Night? (AU, T, 11k) - angst, pining Wilhelm and Simon were best friends at school, until Wilhelm pushed Simon away and stopped speaking to him. Years later, Simon receives a text from Wille inviting him to his wedding.

I'll Wash, You Dry (post-canon, T, 1.1k) - hurt/comfort Simon and Sara have a moment to talk about forgiveness and the future.

Purple (post-canon, G, 1k) - fluff Simon asks why Wille chose purple for his nails. A small post canon conversation, and then a peek into the future.

In The Crowd (AU, T, 7.6k) - fluff Ex-Crown Prince Wilhelm enjoys open mic nights at small, unassuming bars. Simon is an aspiring musician trying his hand at performing.

Intoxicating (post-canon, G, 300) - fluff Simon likes how Wille smells

Dear Diary (canon, T, 1.4k) - fluff Two entries from Simon's diary, one during s1e5, one post canon.

Multicoloured Snapshots (AU, T, 6k) - fluff, pining Linda is getting remarried. Simon approves of her husband-to-be but the wedding preparations he's gotten roped into are a huge hassle. At least the photographer is cute...

Worth The Wait (AU, T, 16k) - angst, pining What would happen if Wille arrived at Hillerska already in a relationship. The story of Wille and Simon (and Felice's) friendship over the years as they grow closer and ignore the obvious.

Future Favourite Regret (AU, T, 12k) - fluff, pining Simon spots Wille across a crowded room. After spending a night together, they go their separate ways. But apparently the universe thinks they're not done yet.

Anywhere With You (AU, M, 57k) - fluff, angst, hurt/comfort When Simon lands a singing job on a luxury cruise liner, he expects to work for a few months and head back home. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love.

Simon Eriksson Is Not Sick (post-canon, G, 1.3k) - fluff, hurt/comfort Simon Eriksson is not sick. Except he is. Luckily he has the best boyfriend in the world.

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Black Dog Neighbour

Hi everyone ! Today, we’re answering a request made for my 6k followers event by @nobodyshomearchive : “hi hello lovely xxi have been hooked to your blog lately, and to say that is an understatement in all honesty. congratulations on 6k followers <33 so for your celebration can i get an enemies to lovers (ouh massive surprise 👀) with sirius black (preferably post azkaban but it's okay if you don't want to!) cause i'm literally so head over heels for that man. and i'm loving your something good series :) again, congrats and feel free to ignore the request if you don't feel like writing it/it doesn't hit your creative spot.

have a great day/night hun <;3”

Thank you so much for your request, and I hope you like this! I didn’t do post-azkaban Sirius, because he doesn’t exist in my brain. I have been in denial for so long, the Potters are living their best lives, didn’t you know?!

Anyway, still went for post-Hogwarts and post-war Sirius, simply didn’t include anything referencing to Azkaban or… anything canon compliant, to be fair. But as per usual for me when it comes to this character…

Hope you like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: A small warning for an ex being an arse and showing up drunk on your doorstep (there’s nothing violent, but you do physically push him away, so heads up on that, just in case). But the rest’s cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!

Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. He’s insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that he’s a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. Probably…

Word count: 4592

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Sirius fucking Black.

Your neighbour, aka worst enemy, aka the person you despise the most on earth.

He is loud. He is annoyingly pretty. He is getting on your fucking nerves... again!

Of course, it is Friday night, which means that his stupid friends are over for a “boys’ night”. What a scam…

In consequence, you are currently casting sound-proofing spells all over your walls in an attempt to shush their idiotic laughs. And especially Sirius’s; his unmistakable bark-like laughter, loud and boisterous and absolutely prone to draw a grin from your face even if you don’t mean to. By Agrippa’s hat, you will soon either cut his throat or call for an auror. Or maybe you could burst into his apartment and shout into his face just so he can see how bloody annoying that is. Or kissing him to shut him up sounds like a plan, too…

You shake your head, grinning at your own genius idea. Sirius and his friends are being rudely loud again, when you have already told them a thousand times – which is to say every Friday for the last six months, since Sirius moved in the apartment next to yours – that the walls in this old building of Diagon Alley are too thin, that you can hear everything going on in Sirius’s apartment despite sound-proofing spells… and that they need to keep it down past 11pm because you have work the next day. The absolute dread of working in retails does not, by any means, spare the Wizards and Witches of this world…

You look through your apartment for the object that would make the most noise. You give a few items a try, but settle for the good old pan and spoon. Ha, what precious allies these two are, never failing you.

You add a little spell to amplify sounds – just for good measure – find some earplugs, and then proceed to bang the shit out of that pan, right by your common wall with Sirius’s apartment.

It goes on for five full minutes before you manage to catch the quietened sound of something against your door…

And sure enough, when you stop and take your earplugs out, someone is banging at your door.

“Y/N!” a voice that you easily recognize shouts. “STOP THIS FUCKING NOISE!”

You open the door wide, and have to bend to the side to avoid Sirius’s fist as it misses the door.

“Merlin! Sorry! You’re okay? I didn’t touch you, right?” Sirius asks with anger instantly replaced with worry.

“I have amazing reflexes.”

And anger is back into his dark grey eyes again...

“What the fuck are you doing in there?! Are you mental?!”

“I don’t know, Sirius. I didn’t notice anything over the cacophony of your friends shouting into my ears all night!”

His jaw clenches, and you hate yourself for noticing the trembling of the muscle there, and finding it terribly attractive…

“And you had to make all this ruckus instead of simply walking three meters to my door and nicely ask us to shut our mouths because…?”

“Because I’ve asked you dozens of times, this has been going on for fucking months, Sirius!”

He rolls his eyes, and Merlin do you want to punch him straight across the jaw… his very sharp, very pretty jaw…

“We’re just having a nice evening…”

“And I am trying to sleep!”

“It’s barely midnight!”

“I work tomorrow, you asshole!”

“Ermm… guys?”

“WHAT?!” you both exclaim, turning to face a shy-looking Remus.

“Sorry about the noise, Y/N. We’ll be more careful next time. We’ll leave for the evening.”

“You don’t have to leave…” Sirius complains, but James is already walking out, helping a drunk Peter to cross the corridor.

“It’s late, anyway. Lily’s gonna worry, I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago,” James argues, and Sirius has to yield.

“Alright, see you on Sunday, then!” he shoots his friends a grin, and the group waves at you.

You rudely ignore them, crossing your arms before your chest. And as Sirius turns back to you, his frown is icy and he quickly matches your stance.

“You’re such a pain in my ass, Y/N…”

“And you’re a jerk.”

“Asshole.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Oh, you talk plenty enough for both of us. And loudly so!”

Before he can reply, you’ve stepped back into your apartment and slammed the door.

You hear him pestering after you for a moment, then nothing, and finally a door slamming.

Well, that went well…

You are in trouble.

Big… huge trouble.

Your ex has just stepped into your shop, and you don’t know how to react.

You didn’t break up in a horrendous way, on the contrary! He wanted the two of you to remain friends, and you simply didn’t, worried that you wouldn’t be able to get over each other if you stayed in touch. And by the look he gave you as he stepped inside your shop ten minutes ago, and the many glances he’s thrown at you since, you’re pretty sure that you were right about this.

It's not like your relationship was terrible, by any means. Josh was nice, reliable, but also… not for you. You didn’t have much in common, at the end of the day, and if his personality and looks were nice, it was hard to build a lasting relationship on… nothing. It was for the best that you called it quits.

And as if your day needed any darkening, Sirius Black chooses this very moment to step into your shop. You don’t wait for him to aim for the counter to take out a large pouch in which you have gathered all the ingredients for his friend’s monthly brew. He smiles at the sight, moves towards you. And you hate yourself for the leap your heart makes as he comes closer.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi.”

It’s the first time you speak to each other since the ‘spoon and pan incident’, and you both hesitate. How are you supposed to act now? Apologise for being petty and kind of a dick? Ask for his apology for being a dick? Act like nothing happened?

“Thanks for Remus’s stuff,” Sirius says, voice quieter than usual, gentle, asking for a truce.

Outside, it’s snowing, winter claiming the streets of London, and there are little snowflakes caught in Sirius’s hair. It looks lovely.

All of a sudden, you’re longing for some eggnog, and some pumpkin pie.

His fingers are cold when they meet yours, tips brushing over your knuckles as he picks up the bag, and you hate your own heart for stammering.

“No problem. You know the drill,” you tentatively smile, while Sirius hands you some silvery Sickles.

“I would also need pearl dust, please. Here’s the amount.”

He hands you a parchment with quantities written on it, four small packages to be prepared separately.

“How many hearts do you intend to break with so many love potions?” you joke, turning around to get to work.

The brass scale is set on a small table, pushed right against the wall, behind the counter. It is an easy task for a professional like you, measuring quickly while Sirius laughs.

“No one, thankfully,” he replied.

“Oh… some Amortentia, perhaps? Trying to figure out who your crush likes?”

“No… nothing like that. It’s the properties for invisibility that I’m looking for.”

“If you plan on breaking into Gringotts, I don’t want to know.”

Again, a loud laugh. And you wish you could hold back your smile, but you can’t, the sound is too infectious for that.

You’ve forgotten that your ex is here, you’re reminded of his presence only when you turn back towards Sirius and he’s standing right behind your tall neighbour, a bag of potion ingredients in his hands.

You avert your eyes, and Sirius frowns at the sight. He glances over his shoulder, spots your ex, but says nothing. You only notice how he tightens his hold on the pouch.

“Pearl dust’s quite expensive,” you tell him, handing him the phials, before announcing the price.

“That’s alright.”

He hands you the galleons, takes the vials, but doesn’t step away just yet.

“You… you’re okay?” he asks, and you’re not sure what to do with his expression. It’s somewhere between annoyance and genuine concern.

“Yeah, sure.”

He nods, like he’s disappointed. He’s not bringing up The Incident, and so you won’t either.

“Right, good day.”

He turns in a hurry, not waiting for your answer, but you notice the way he throws a look back before stepping out into the street, snow falling over his dark coat and dark hair again. You hate how your eyes linger on his frame until he’s out of sight, walking down the busy street, but you can’t help it…

“Hello, Y/N.”

You’re brought back to Earth as your ex speaks, and you turn to him, your smile turning from genuine to polite.

“Hi, Josh.”

“How are you?”

“Good! Do you need anything else?” you ask, pointing at the ingredients he’s put on the counter.

“Huh… no, nothing else.”

“That makes two Galleons, 5 Sickles and 3 Knuts, please.”

He hands you some money, and you hand him his change. You see him hesitating, before diving.

“Look, I… I came here hoping to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about what happened, and… Look, I know I could have done better when it came to us. And I thought… perhaps… if you were willing to give me another chance…”

“Josh…”

“Just… hear me out...”

“No. I’m sorry, but no. We… we were not compatible, that’s all. I like you, you’re nice, but… It won’t work between us.”

Slowly, he nodded, apparently defeated. And when another client cleared their throat behind him, he finally left.

What a mess of a morning…

It is Friday night, and the Marauders are keeping it down. You are surprised by it, but you can only praise these men for being, for once, well-behaved. 11:30, as you slip under the covers, ready for some well-deserved rest before waking up too early to open the shop in the morning. You are ready to fall into Morpheus’s arms and abandon yourself to slumber when someone knocks on your door.

You ignore the sound for a while, but it starts again, and again…

And you thought Sirius was making some efforts. You were ready to commit murder…

You stand up, grab a bathrobe and walk to the door, ready to throw hands with Sirius at this point. Only… only, when you actually open the door, it’s not Sirius who’s facing your wrath.

It’s Josh.

“What… What are you doing here?” you ask, too stunned to think about being polite. “It’s almost midnight.”

But then he looks up at you, and you notice at once that he’s been drinking. His eyes are glimmering, he sways slightly before finding back his balance…

“Josh…”

“Y/N, I… I know that now is not the time, but… please, give me another chance. Please…”

“Josh, we’ve talked about this. Us… it’s over. We’re not getting back together. I’m sorry.”

“But I can try and be better. I’ll be better, let me show you.”

You push him off when he staggers forward, trying to hold you.

“Josh! Stop it!” you raise your voice, trying to get him to let go.

“Please…”

“I said no! Get off!”

He’s finally letting go, but doesn’t take a step back. Instead, he leans against your doorframe, not stepping inside, but making it impossible for you to simply go back in and close the door.

“Josh! Go away! I’m sorry, but this is over between us. You have to leave me alone!”

“But I don’t want to! Y/N!”

“Hey!”

You’re both distracted by the new voice that comes shouting through the corridor. Sirius is standing before his front door, wearing a Queen t-shirt and some dark sweatpants, in what you guess his is nightly outfit. Still, when he comes nearer, hair tied in a bun, glowering, he looks intimidating, tattoos all over his arms on full display, traces of ink peeking above the collar of his t-shirt.

You think for a second that he’s going to make a scene because of how noisy you are right now, not ironic at all given his habits of messing your sleeping schedule, and you’re ready to get angry at him, because this truly is the last thing you need tonight, when…

“You leave her the fuck alone!”

You’re too stunned to react when Sirius comes to stand right by your side.

“She told you to fuck off, so you fuck off!”

“Who the fuck are you?” Josh replied, words a little slurred.

“Her boyfriend,” Sirius lies, but it works wonders, as Josh becomes suddenly very pale. “Now, you fuck off, or I’ll throw you out of the building.”

“You? With him?” Josh asks as he turns to you, and you feel pity for the pain in his eyes, but you don’t regret leaving him.

“Yeah. He’s my boyfriend. Now, please, Josh… leave me alone.”

But he shakes his head.

“I can’t. I can’t. I still love you…”

Sirius looks at you, but you shake your head.

“You have to leave me alone and move on.”

“No… I… I’ll come back later…”

Sirius notices your worry, it almost looks like fear, and he doesn’t hesitate when he grabs Josh by the collar.

“You listen to me now, dickhead,” Sirius growls, it’s almost animalistic, and you’re frozen by this threatening tone of his. “If you set a foot in this building again, if you go see her at her shop, if you so much as breathe in her direction or step in the street she’s in, I will come for you, and I will make sure you can never bother her again. Do you get that?”

“You’re bluffing.”

Sirius grins, something twisted and terribly dark, and even you shiver when he speaks again, voice low and terrible.

“I fought for the Order during the war. I’m a Black. Trust me, you don’t want to fuck with me.”

Slowly, Josh nods, struggling to swallow.

“So… will you leave her alone?”

Again, Josh nods.

“Good boy. Now get the fuck out of here.”

He’s barely released Josh that he’s sprinting down the stairs, stumbling and catching himself against the wall, before disappearing.

But you don’t see that. You’re staring at Sirius, and seem unable to look away.

“You’re alright?”

You’re startled by the softness Sirius’s voice is now wearing, such a stark contrast with the threatening tone he wore a minute ago.

“Y/N? You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“What? No… no, I’m fine! He just… showed up and I couldn’t get rid of him.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as he gets closer.

“You’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just… a little shaken, I think.”

Slowly, Sirius nods.

“Hey, no need to worry, okay? I’ll keep an eye out tonight. He won’t bother you again. And if he does, in the coming days or weeks, and I’m not around, then you come and tell me. I’ll give him a good fright, and he’ll leave you alone.”

“Thanks but… why would you do that for me? You hate me.”

Sirius chuckles at that, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying, but I don’t hate you.”

“Oh…”

His touch is infinitely gentle when he rests his hand on your arm.

“You can go back to sleep. Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again tonight. I promise.”

Slowly, you nod, a little too stunned to complain or argue or discuss what has just happened. Instead, you walk back to your apartment, lock the door, and go back to bed, thinking about the way Sirius’s hands looked gentle without his rings…

You’re in a hurry this morning. Your brain has not finished to process everything that has happened last night, but this will have to wait. You must rush to the shop, and you can’t find your bloody wand…

Ha! There! What is it doing under the couch? Never mind, you need to hurry, and you need to hurry now!

Only, when you open the front door, you almost trip onto a large black door sleeping on your threshold. A huge black dog, as a matter of fact.

“What in Merlin’s beard…?!”

His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he looks up at you with dark grey eyes that remind you of someone…

But it’s impossible, of course. That must be his dog, though. Since when does Sirius has a dog though?!

The animal slowly stands, a real giant, all dark fur and intimidating growls, until he’s shaken some sleep off its frame, and then he looks up at you, as if expecting a command.

“Hi,” you say, feeling foolish, but finding nothing better to say.

The dog merely comes closer, slowly, ears down in submission, as if he’s worried to scare you away. You hold out your hand, and he hurries to rub his snout into it, licking your fingers.

You giggle at the sensation.

“You look intimidating, but you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

He barks in agreement, and you give him scratches as a reward.

“Who do you belong to, huh? Are you Sirius’s dog?”

The dog merely licks your fingers again.

“You look the part, at least. You fit the motorcycle-and-leather-jackets aesthetic.”

A few scratches more, and you finally remember that you are running late…

“Shoot!”

You lock the door, hurry towards the stairs. But you stop the dog when he tries to follow.

“No, no, no! I’m going to work, you stay here. I’m sure Sirius will be back soon. You stay here.”

The dog blinks, but sits anyway, letting you go.

For the whole trip to the store, you wonder who this dog belongs to, and who would let him sleep outside like this. If he really did belong to Sirius, he would hear about this…

Your day is a weird one.

After arriving almost late, but not quite, you spend your morning being busy and running around the store looking for the right ingredients for various potions and clients. And yet, several times during your shift, you feel someone looking at you.

The first time, it’s Sirius, who’s squinting on the other side of the glass door. He looks away the second your eyes land on him, and you’re almost certain that he blushes, although you didn’t think it to be possible to make Sirius Black blush.

The second time, it’s the black dog again, who remains sitting by the door under the falling snow for about ten minutes before leaving.

The third time, it’s the dog again, you see him being petted by a customer as she walks out of the shop.

But if the dog belongs to Sirius, then you guess that he’s been around several times throughout the day, which seems odd. Also, you want to chastise him for leaving the animal alone in the cold for extended periods of time throughout the day. Is he heartless?!

So, as you go home that night, you leave your coat in your apartment before heading to Sirius’s.

He answers on the second knock.

“Oh! Hi, Y/N!” he grins a welcome at you. “Need anything?”

“Yeah… I wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute.”

He merely nods, moving to let you inside.

You’ve been here a couple of times before, but you still appreciate the warm atmosphere of the large space that forms his living room. A huge Gryffindor flag is hung across the wall on the right, while windows let you see falling snow over the roofs of Diagon Alley on the opposite side of the room. A large chimney surrounded by comfortable armchairs and sofas, along with a soft red carpet seem to call for you.

“So? What can I do for you, Y/N?”

You turn to him again while he points at the sofa, silently inviting you to sit, but you remain standing. You cross your arms, and he frowns at the sight.

“Where’s your dog?”

Your tone is sharper now, and his frown only deepens, brows knitted together.

“My what?”

“Your dog. Huge. Black. Looks like he could bite my throat off.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“Really? He’s been following me around all day. He was on my threshold this morning…”

“…Y/N…” he tries to interrupt you, but you don’t let him.

“No! Listen… Thank you for what you did last night. I was really… Thank you. Josh wouldn’t leave and you were most definitely helpful. But let’s be clear, I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself! I don’t need your protection or anything, got it?”

You wonder why he’s smiling now, but he is all the same.

“Got it. Was just trying to be helpful.”

“You were.”

“Good.”

“Good. But your good action doesn’t mean that I’m going to accept any harm coming to this cute dog of yours!”

“I thought he wanted to bite your throat off.”

“He looked like he could. He was pretty sweet, though.”

“Hmmm…”

“Anyway… what’s wrong with you!? Leaving him outside all night and then in the street while it was snowing!?”

“Y/N, relax. I don’t have a dog, let me explain.”

“Then whose dog is it? Cause we have to find his owner, I’m going to throw hands!”

Sirius laughs, his usual, bark-like laugh, and your puzzled by the sound. It resembles a bark even more than usual.

Sirius heaves a sigh, shakes his head, apparently hesitating, but eventually, he takes a step closer.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Why?”

“Because if you do, I might be arrested.”

Your eyes grow round.

Oh dear… the…

“…Potion. The potion! You’ve done something illegal with it!”

Sirius laughs again.

“The pearl dust you mean? It’s just a trick for my godson, for Christmas. How do you think the presents get under the tree without anyone carrying them in? The fellow is a rascal, standing watch all night to catch Santa red-handed. We need to get more and more creative each year. No, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.”

“Oh… but then… what are you talking about?”

“Do you promise that you won’t tell?”

“Have you killed someone?”

“Of course not!”

“I don’t know, you were pretty… scary last night.”

“Did I scare you?”

“No… but Josh was ready to faint.”

He laughs again at that.

“I haven’t harmed anyone.”

“Okay… then, I promise.”

Sirius hesitates some more, before warning you not to freak out. You don’t have time to question him though, he’s already transforming into…

“… the black dog!”

You gasp at the sight, but you don’t back away when Sirius approaches under his animagus form. Instead, you reach out for him, giving him a few scratches between his ears, making him wiggle his tail happily.

“Oh wow… you’re an animagus! This is beautiful…”

He laughs as he changes back into human, the sound still somewhere close to a growl.

“Am I a good boy, then?” he teases, making you laugh. “No need to call for the animal welfare…”

“But… what were you doing around the shop today? And last night? Did you sleep on the porch?”

Sirius averts his eyes, and you have to double-check, but you’re certain that he is blushing right now.

“Ha, that… I didn’t mean to look like a creep or anything. But I… I was worried your ex would come back. Just wanted to check on you, ‘s all. I didn’t follow you around or anything! I just… went to check that you were alright at the shop a few times.”

“Why?”

He looks up at you with a slight frown, as if it is obvious, as if you’re stupid for not guessing.

“Because… I was worried about you.”

“About me?”

“Is it so surprising?”

“You hate me.”

“Again, I don’t hate you. You’re simply annoying the shit out of me. I like it, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

You blink, trying to make sense of all this, and Sirius looks at you with amusement.

“Is that why you were quiet last night? To not bother me?”

“Oh, the boys weren’t here. Busy week. We’ll be back at being insufferable next Friday.”

You roll your eyes at that, but Sirius laughs.

“I’m joking! I understand, okay? We’re too loud. We’ll keep it down from now on.”

“Right, okay…”

He bit his lip, ran a hand through his hair, in what you guess is shyness. God, you would have never thought to use this adjective to describe him. His rings catch the warm light of the fire burning in the hearth as he moves his fingers through his hair.

“Look, I… I’m sorry for the other night. Actually… for all the other nights. We’ll be more careful next time,” he says, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You never thought you would hear an apology from him, even less so an earnest one, and yet…

“Thank you, Sirius. I’m sorry, too. It was petty and uncalled for.”

“No, you… you were right.”

He heaves a frustrated sigh, runs a hand through his long dark curls again, rebel strands falling before his eyes. You hold tightly onto the sleeve of your hoodie, refraining the sudden urge to push the curls away from his face, brush them behind his ear…

“Look, I… I don’t want us to be on bad terms,” Sirius goes on. “Could I make up for being a dickhead by buying you some fancy Christmas drink? My treat. As a token of good faith and a sign for peace in our building?”

He offers you his open palm, and you shake hands with a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Deal.”

“Any afternoon free this week?”

“Wednesday?”

“Then, I’ll buy you the fanciest cocoa I can find. And even some pumpkin pie, if you’re nice.”

“Sounds good.”

You’re reluctant to pull away but have to let go of his hand.

“Actually… scratch that,” Sirius shakes his head. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your eyes grow round.

“A date? With you?”

“Yeah. On Wednesday?”

“But… with you?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You really think I play bodyguard for just anybody?”

You laugh at that, you can’t help it, even if you’re still quite stunned by the whole situation.

You weight your options, but then you look at him again, and the answer you want to give is obvious, even if he gets on your nerves all the bloody time…

“Okay. A date. On Wednesday.”

He grins, bright and infectious.

“Great! Awesome!”

“Great.”

“Great.”

You remain staring at each other for a moment, both of you trying to hide your excitement, until you finally clear your throat.

“I should…” you begin, pointing at the door.

“Sure… busy day?”

“You can’t imagine.”

“Hmm…”

You hurry towards the door, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness.

“See you on Wednesday then!” he calls after you as you reach for your own door.

“Sure! But it better be the best hot chocolate I’ve drunk, or I’ll ask for a refund!”

He laughs, and when you turn one last time towards him, Sirius is leaning against his doorframe, staring at you with a grin on his lips and mischief painted all over his features. He winks, and your heart skips several beats.

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t regret this.”

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A GUIDE TO ASSASSINATING THE CHIEF JUSTICE

⤷ taglist - @lemeowade @sako-mii @moonlybxbe @oni-girx

⤷ word count - 6k

STEP 1 : GATHERING INFORMATION AND PRE-BALL PREPARATIONS

Discussions about the annual ball were raging in the Fontainian streets this time of the year just like the year before it and all the other years before it. It was no surprise since The yearly “Opulent Dreams” masquerade ball was an event to be celebrated in Fontaine.

Once, every year lavish preparations were made in Fontaine, the meticulous planning would start months in advance as the finest event coordinators from all over Teyvat worked tirelessly to create this dazzling event that was talked about throughout the nation. 

Elaborate decorations were carefully chosen, adorning every corner of the venue with cascading floral arrangements, crystal chandeliers, and extravagant draperies. The ballroom itself was transformed into a fairy tale setting, with an enchanting ambiance which transported guests to a realm of unmatched beauty. Intricate table settings were meticulously crafted, showcasing the finest porcelain, silverware, and crystal glassware. Every citizen of Fontaine was to be invited so invitation wasn’t a problem. 

However, the most important part of the plan was to get close to the Iudex. Any person who was close to you would simply just assume that the reason you were so obsessed with the Chief Justice was because you were one of his many admirers but they couldn’t be more far away from the truth.

Yes, you might’ve been a bit obsessed but it wasn’t because you were oh so hopelessly in love with him, oh no no. You wanted revenge. Cold, Ruthless, and Bitter Revenge. And you were going to get it, on the night of the ball. After all, it was a perfect opportunity. You spent a complete year researching and analyzing every little bit of information about the Chief Justice so when the time came you could’ve struck without a flaw and made sure he wouldn’t live to see the light of the next day.

You made sure to remember his every day routine, the day he stayed in his office working, how long he stayed in and all the days he had his court duties to handle. You even knew when he would go to meet the Melusines and about his favorite things and things he hated.

Honestly speaking, You weren’t the type of person who knew anything about killing someone - of course you weren’t, you could barely hurt a fly without getting sad over the life you took but last year things changed…Things changed drastically for you when your own brother was put on a fake trial and falsely accused for treason, the biggest crime that can be committed by someone. Accusations were made that he sold important information to the Fatui since he worked in the Maison Gestion. Hence, his only suitable punishment according to the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale was a death penalty.

You tried to do everything to prove his innocence, to prove that your brother was just another working class citizen who loved his nation more than anything but alas, the people who were actually behind the leaking of information staged him being guilty too well to the point that no matter what you did, what evidence you could presented, it was no use. At last, your brother was executed publicly, as to provide a spectacle of what could happen to those who dare betray their nation - forever tarnishing his own reputation and your family name. 

You were well aware that the final decision was made by the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, and it heavily relied on the evidence provided. However, you were also aware that Neuvillette could’ve stopped the execution if he wanted to. You knew that he was aware that your brother was not the real criminal behind this, yet he didn’t utter a word. On the day of his execution, he didn’t even bother showing up. Was this how little someone’s life was worth to him? Was this how insignificant it was to him? It seemed that way and this….this enraged you.

Sure, there were many other things that were even worse than this. You had no family left, no proper house to live in and people hated you and your dead family. They refused to even sell you food or give you jobs. Simply put, your life was a huge mess, and yes, things were terrible. But the one and only person responsible for this was the reputable Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette. And sure, if, let’s say, you did get caught (chances of which were higher than you would have liked them to be) then your life would be over. It wouldn't be a big deal though right? Considering how it was already down in the depths of hell. So despite every last bit of your better judgment that was telling you not to do this, you did what you had to. You started getting ready for the ball. 

STEP 2 : SUCCESSFULLY ENTER THE BALL AND BLEND IN

You were finally at the venue as you saw the entire venue filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, chandeliers cascaded their radiant light across the big hall. The setting was nothing short of magical. People were coming in and the air was filled with an electrifying excitement as guests clad in exquisite gowns, dashing suits and their elegant and glamorous masks were making their way through the hallway, down the stairs to the enchanting ballroom.

The ballroom, with its high arched ceilings and intricately carved marble pillars, was a sight to behold. Golden accents adorned every corner, exuding an aura of royalty and grandeur. A magnificent crystal chandelier, dazzling with countless glass prisms, took center stage, casting shimmering reflections on the marble floors below. 

It was easy to lose yourself in the midst of this dazzling party yet you knew…you knew how all this worked better than anyone else, you knew how all these people and their beliefs in this hollow system of justice were like. You knew what you had to do tonight, you were aware what was at stake and maybe if you can’t do it tonight then you won’t get a chance like this anyways. 

So you made a grand entrance, donning a breathtaking dress that perfectly matched the appeal of your captivating mask. Your mask, The central focus of your overall appearance was silver in color, with delicate filigree patterns that cascade along the edges and pearls adorned the surface making it even prettier. You made sure that your face wasn’t recognizable with the mask, an important detail that shouldn’t be overlooked. As soon as you tried to blend in with other masked figures, you began the next step of your plan.

STEP 3 : LOCATE THE CHIEF JUSTICE

You moved across the ballroom swiftly with only one motive in your mind. So what if everyone was wearing masks, makeup or completely different outfits - surely it can’t be that difficult to find him right?....right??? Wrong. You spent about an hour looking like a lost child going through the swaying bodies just to find him but somehow, it seemed like luck just wasn’t on your side tonight. Surely how hard would it be to find the most notable man in the entire nation in an important event such as this one? You knew the answer now, very hard. Yet another half an hour passed  and your luck was just as terrible as it was before. It felt as if you were in a maze of people - each turn making you feel as if you were back at the same masks.

Just as you admitted defeat, finally taking a seat near the bar lowering your head in defeat - you smelled a strong scent of fresh rain mixed with….lumidouce bells??? You can’t help but look up as you look at the snow-white hair with ocean blue highlights passing by you. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe anymore, your vision going dizzy, the room was closing in on you - there was no mistaking it. It was him. The man who single-handedly destroyed your entire life.

STEP 4 : K͚͍̯ͯͩͨͧ̉̈̑͛͂͜͜I̧̫͚̗̯͈̮̿ͤͣͦḼ̲̀L̶̶̷̡̛͇͎̪̠̙͖̦̖͈̠̻͚̺͈̋̆͛̽ͯ̔̒ͣ̈͒͋̆̊̌̾̂ͤ͘͠ H̟̏͢I̥̣͗̆̾ͥ͢M̴̸̢̢̛̦̹̲̲̭̝̭̰̲̘͈̲͔̂ͫ̀ͧ̈́͌ͯ͌ͤͮ͊͛ͨ͛͒̌ͮ̌́ͨ̉̃͟͜͢͠͡͝ͅ  APPROACH HIM calmly…

You took deep breaths and calmed yourself down, it wasn’t the time to lose yourself like this. You were just about to go and stop the man but he somehow came and stood beside you, asking the bartender for water. Huh… It had been a year, a year since you saw him like this. You couldn’t help but notice his mask that seemed to fit his face way too perfectly - The soft blue frame of the mask highlighted his mysterious eyes, and its intricate design added an elegant touch to his presence. Silver accents caught the light, while delicate crystals and sequins glistened, mirroring the sparkle in his eyes. 

“Apologies but you seemed to be staring at me. Is something the matter?” His voice caught you completely off guard. It seemed softer than the harsh and cold voice you’ve heard him use and it startled you for sure. Your mouth dried up and the words seemed to just die down in your throat, not coming out. Seeing him this close to you made you want to reach out for your dagger and-

“Excuse me?” 

You looked up to him, his eyes scanning your demeanor. Shit, you let yourself slip- 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice your mask. It looks quite exquisite and the design and colors compliment you very well Monsieur Neuvillette.” You put on your best facade, your sincerest smile and talked to him.

“Ah, it seems this mask isn’t doing a very good job at concealing my identity.”

“It seems not.” You give him a small smile. He turned to walk away after the small talk. But you HAD TO STOP HIM, YOU COULDN’T AFFORD LOSING A GOLDEN CHANCE LIKE THIS.

“Wait!” You called out to him amidst your internal conflict, still not sure what to do. “Hm?” He turned back to look at you. You had to think of something quick, you had to make him stay, you had to- “Do you have a partner?” You blabbered out…without thinking. 

“Pardon?” He tilted his head in confusion, not sure what you meant exactly.

“I mean as in, someone to dance with at the midnight ball. I don’t see a partner by your side-” You said peeking over his shoulder now, to look for his imaginary partner. He seemed to take a moment to look at you again and replied “I do not.” 

“Seems like a coincidence really, I don’t have a partner as well.” You sighed dramatically. 

“Is that so?” He enquired.

“Yes, indeed. And I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind obviously, would you like to be my partner for the night?” As soon as those words left your mouth, you saw the look on his face trying to register what you just said. Part of you knew what you asked was stupid, there was no way whatsoever that he would agree to this whole ordeal.

He didn’t have any friends or any people close to him, you knew that by now and he seemed to avoid forming such relations and connections with people at all times so if you really had to make him stay with you till after midnight to find the perfect chance you had no other option but to convince him.

“I appreciate your kind offer but I don’t think I need a partner.” Just as you expected.

“Aw but monsieur neuvillette, don’t you think it’ll be quite awkward and out of place for someone as important as you to not partake in such a significant event for all of fontaine? Look, even the hydro archon has a partner.” You point towards the raised seating in the ballroom where the hydro archon was sitting and talking enthusiastically with some blonde traveler. 

You watch as Neuvillette's expressions seem to change a bit as he takes time to scan across the ballroom, seeing almost everyone in pairs. “I’ll have to apologize in advance however for my rusty dance expertise, it’s been quite long since I’ve had the chance to do this.” He gave you a soft and sweet smile as he extended his hand for you to take. Without realizing your mouth unconsciously twitched up into a small smile as you took up his hand. You couldn’t help but smile even widely realizing you were only hours away from seeing his lifeless body. 

STEP 5 : S̹̤̣͂T̴̰̲͈̀̔͐̇̈́̽Ḁ̵̡̲̤̪͖̾͊̓̋̊͘͢B̨̛̺̘̮̘̓̋ͩ̅ͥ̇͑ͤ͒͟ Ḥ̡̨̜͈̥͎̦̙̱̞̒͌ͨ͌ͯ̅̈ͪ̔̇̾͗ͦ̂͘͞Ị̵̧̨̨̛̗͈͈̝̘͇̼̟̭̣̮͉ͧͦ̽̌͐͒͛ͣ͊ͨ̀ͮ̑͛̑̕͢͞͞ͅM̛̰̹̩̎̾̅̔͘͞͡  MAKE HIM TRUST YOU

It felt as if the more and more time you spent beside him only fueled the growth of a festering node of hatred within you. It seemed to take root deep inside you, which only made you think of how good it would feel when you’ll finally be done with it. 

“Excuse me???” his voice seemed to break you out of your little psychopath circle. “You seemed to be in deep thought.” 

“I’m sorry I was just a little distracted.” You flashed him your very best smile. It was now time to get the final plan in motion…it was going to be hard, to make him trust you. After all he wasn’t the type of person to even engage in small talk as to what you observed so you had to take a different route. “Monsieur Neuvillette, I think we should get something to drink first. I was feeling parched already.” You sighed, making him reconsider. 

“You’re right. I forgot you were sitting at the bar. It was hasty of me to take you away like that.” He spoke leading you back to the bar. Such an exhibitionist.

As you reached the bar, you looked at him waiting for you to order whatever beverage you were going to. This was the first make or break.

“Good evening, Can I get some fresh spring water?” You inquired with the bartender who looked at you like you just asked him for something so baffling, he had to take a moment to take it in. “You are aware this is a bar right?”

“Uh…Yes-”

“The Lady simply asked for some spring water.” He came and stood beside you, looking directly at the bartender. “I-Iudex..” It was as if the words got stuck in the bartender’s throat. “Yes? Is there a problem?” 

“Absolutely not, Spring water coming right up.”

“Very well and make it two.”

“Right away sir.” the bartender said as he shuffled back nervously through the backdoor. 

Neuvillette turned to look at you, his eyes now carrying this new kind of glimmer in them. “You…enjoy spring water?”

“I do! But obviously, It’s a shame I can’t have Mondstat’s water right now.”

“Mondstat’s water?” You knew it now, it felt as clear as day. He was testing the grounds with you. Merely trying his luck as to if what he thought about you was actually true or just a wrong hunch.

"Yes!" It was your time to shine now, to show off all the knowledge you could've gathered. "You see, water from different places has completely flavors to the discerning palate. Mondstadt's water is crisp and pure, while water from Liyue has an enduring aftertaste. In Inazuma, the water possesses a depth of flavor unlike any other. Sumeru's water, meanwhile, has a rich and complex flavor profile, but it must be savored patiently to fully appreciate it."

You saw the look in his face after you were done talking. It seemed similar to a child's face when first stepped into a candy shop. Full of wonder and amusement, not exactly sure of its next move.

"You're aware of water's flavors..."

"Why, of course." You give him a knowing smile "Water is important to life, one can survive without food but never without water. There's nothing as pure and refreshing as water." You were proud of yourself to say the least, you were pretty sure you had his interest in completely now and there was absolutely nothing that could sto-

You looked at him in the middle of mentally applauding yourself only to see him carefully examining you. The astonishment and wonder were long gone, leaving a third emotion which you were having a hard time figuring out. What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? What's with his face...

"I see.." was all he managed to say. What was with that dry response? I thought I gave a perfect answer to that.

You couldn't help but be intimidated by the way he looked at you. It felt as if his whole 'Chief Justice' demeanor was back and he was no longer the sweet Neuvillette you were talking to just a few moments ago.

As you were in the middle of retracing back everything you said to him, the life in his eyes seemed to return. He went from having a serious and stoic face to a look of amusement once again, but...there was definitely something completely different and something completely wrong.

"What I meant to say was, It's truly remarkable how you can distinguish between the different flavors of water like that based on their place of origin. I don't think I come across individuals such as yourself this easily." Weird. "If I may inquire, how exactly can you differentiate those flavors like that?"

You were done. You prepared everything yet you didn't know what or how to reply to this. You had no response that could make you sound sane enough because let's be honest, which sane person can tell apart different flavors of water? IT'S WATER. But it's okay, you just had to come up with something. Maybe you could've just told him 'Oh, you know. I stalked you RELIGIOUSLY for the past year. Nothing out of the ordinary.' Just a plain and honest reply. After all, what could've gone wro-

"Y/N?" his voice was heavy like anchors tied to your feet, dragging you down to the depths of hell where you belonged for all this deranged behavior. "I-"

"Hear ye, Hear ye. My beloved citizens." The Hydro Archon's voice rang through the entire ballroom as everything came to halt and everyone quieted down. Thank the archons.

"It is now time to begin The Midnight Masquerade Waltz." She threw her hands open in a way to invite everyone to participate as the entire ballroom burst into a fit of loud cheer and applaud. The lights dimmed down to match the atmosphere as the music started playing indicating the official beginning of the dance.

For now, you were thankful to have avoided the conversation. You figured your answer was too specific and too close to what Neuvillette himself has said in the past and there really was no explaining how you managed to say the exact words as he did.

Your attention was shifted from the people around you to Neuvillette as he held out his hand in front of you while bowing a bit and keeping his other hand on his chest as a gesture of courtesy.

You really shouldn't be surprised after all you have awaited this moment for weeks without end, perfecting your waltzing skills for when the time comes yet when here is the moment in front of you - The Chief Justice of Fontaine BOWING in front of YOU. Somehow it was more nerve wrecking than anything you've ever done.

You couldn't really tell if it was because of the shift in his demeanor after possibly suspecting you of stalking him or was it the weird thing in the atmosphere or was it because of something else but you suddenly felt dizzy, and now that you were here steps away from executing your plan your nervous system wasn't really helping you.

Not taking another moment of his, you gently placed your hand in his as the notes of a coherent ballroom music started playing and both of you got instinctively close to each.

As you exchanged a glance, your left hand reached out to his shoulder while his right hand slid down gently to your back. You wouldn't say you don't have the experience of such close proximity but something about being so close to him, something about his scent that reminded you of the sea on a moonlit night, it was distracting you. But this was a plan and you needed to stay focused. Either way, let the waltzing commence.

STEP 6 : DISTRACT HIM not the other way around

Despite your outfit, you could feel the warmth of his hands seeping in through your clothes and directly to the sensitive skin of your back. It almost made you jolt, but you couldn't afford any distractions. Of course not.

You saw the look in his eyes and you weren't sure if it was the lightning but it got a shade darker, was this even humanly possible? All of this was ridiculous, the way he kept his hands on you and his fingers intertwined with yours. All of this was sending little electric sparks straight to your spine and to be honest, you. hated. every. second. of. it.

How dare this man you hated so passionately make you feel something other than hatred? How absolutely dare he guide YOU so easily across the ballroom floor. You didn't even notice but while you were busy justifying your hatred for this man, your feet glided across the floor and both of your bodies were so perfectly synchronized with each other that a lot of people around you stopped to look at you two.

'Monsieur Neuvillette has a partner?'

'Are you looking at both of them dancing together? Of course he had a partner, that's why he ignored everyone else.'

'Who's that person he's dancing with?'

'You can tell by the way they danced together that there is something between them'

'They look so in love with each other. It feels so refreshing seeing him like this.'

'Quick! Take a picture!'

What the hell was wrong with everyone and their baseless assumptions. Your eyes darted to every person who commented, glaring at them.

"Y/N" his voice went low as he whispered in your ear. "You need to focus on the dance dear." His voice so low and sultry sent shivers to your entire body, what even....There's no way HE gets to tell you what to do, there's no way you'll listen to what this man tells you and there's absolutely no way he gets away with calling you that...vile and disgusting thing he just said.

You will make him pay, killing him wasn't enough anymore you wanted him to-

"What did I say about focusing?" his hands from your back dropped to your waist. You were trying to maintain a safe distance from him, sure you were planning to get close to him as a way for your revenge but this-

"Y/N." His voice ringed bringing your attention back to him as His hands slid around from your waist, his fingers digging deeper in your skin pulling you closer to him. It was as if being this close, your senses stopped working. His scent was overwhelming you to the point where it made you sick. Was it that bad? No, definitely not because it was bad it was just because it was just so….

NO! Now’s not the time or place to think about this. You slapped yourself mentally, if you had to carry out your plan you had to stop behaving like this teenager who hadn’t been flirted with before and step up your game. So what if he was the all knowing and scary chief justice? You took your sweet time preparing for this exact moment and you’re gonna let yourself be swayed by him. 

“Iudex.” It was said in the same tone as he said your name in. A sweet smile adorned your face, concealing the strategic thoughts within. This was your moment to make him regret.

As the sound progressed through the ballroom, you looked around to see the ballroom filling up - almost everyone dancing. Great, no prying eyes and a perfect cover for you to carry forward.

His smirk was replaced with a rather amusing expression seeing your actions, as if deciphering your moves.

As both of your feet glided gracefully across the ballroom floor, you finally looked at him - your eyes meeting his gaze, fixated solely on you, delivering a self-assured grin. ‘What a show-off’ you huffed internally. 

While locking eyes with him, both of your feet moving on their own as if acquiring a mind of their own - The surroundings blurring into insignificance, leaving only his eyes and his presence. The tension became so thick, it felt as if you might just choke on it. Your breaths became deeper and deeper unintentionally as you felt his gaze traced an intimate path from your eyes to your lips, then leisurely down to your neck and collarbone, before sensually returning to your eyes.

This…can’t be happening. You were sure you were imaging this and let’s say even if you were, you had to take advantage of this. If he wanted to get a piece of you, you had the perfect idea. 

All logic abandoned you as your focus narrowed to the singular goal of captivating him and guiding him toward the balcony. If he wanted you then you shall simply get what he desired. 

Your tongue slid gently over your bottom lip, still maintaining eye contact with Neuvillette as you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips once again and seizing the opportunity, you bit it with your bottom teeth, a slow, deliberate gulp accentuating the act. Moving your hand on from his shoulder you dragged your finger gently and sensually to his neck, placing your hands on the exposed skin of his neck. As you looked back at his eyes, you could see the slight amusement in his eyes following your bold actions. 

Just as you felt like you finally gave him a taste of his own medicine, his fingers which were intertwined with yours let it go to hold your wrists - his index finger delicately slid across the soft skin of your inner wrist, gently drawing little circles that made you almost lose your balance. 

It was clear that in this ballroom where everyone was celebrating amongst each other in one corner, in the other corner the dance of conflicting emotions was unfolding between both of you. Your eyes were flashing with a mixture of disdain and frustration, reluctantly following along to the dance as Neuvillette led you on. 

Rusted skills, my foot.

As the melody of the waltz further enveloped the room, Neuvillette led you into an intricate sequence. With a commanding yet graceful movement, he sent you spinning away. In that moment, as you rolled back toward him, the distance closing to a mere inch, a fusion of breaths made it seem as if you shared a single heartbeat. Your eyes locking in once again in a silent battle.

Hatred sparking beneath the surface of your sweet facade, but the undeniable tension crackled in the charged air. The dance became not only a regular waltz but a dance of contradictions—of push and pull, of disdain and desire. Every step and turn spoke volumes about this complicated connection between the two of you, as the music seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.  

Sensing the undeniable and unbelievably thick tension, Neuvillette took one last deep breath, his eyes closing momentarily as if coming up with a decision. When he reopened them, a determined glint shimmered in the depths of his eyes. 

Without a word, he extended his hand towards you, a silent invitation that spoke volumes. You hesitated for a moment but as your fingers met his in a gentle but firm clasp, an unspoken agreement passed between you two. 

Neuvillette, still holding your hand, led you through the ballroom. The swirl of the dance floor gradually faded as you both navigated through the crowd, his touch kindly leading you out and away from the eyes of anyone.

The doors to the balcony awaited, a gateway to a private moment away from the watchful eyes of the ballroom. As you stepped onto the balcony, the beauty of Fontaine's seas unfolded before you, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the waves.

The air outside was a mix of salty sea breeze and the lingering tension that had accompanied you from the dance floor. Neuvillette's gaze, now looking at the vast expanse of water, seemed to carry the weight of numerous unspoken thoughts. The balcony, overlooking Fontaine's majestic waters, became a stage for a different kind of dance – a dance guided by the rhythmic movement of the sea under the moonlit night.

STEP 7 - KILL HIM...or not

“Monsieur Neuvillette-” 

“I apologize for being hasty like this. This isn't something I usually do but..” His eyes shifted from the sea to meet your eyes. The moonlit night charging the air with something unexplainable. 

In that pause, a soft breeze swept across the balcony, ruffling both of your hair.  Neuvillette seemed captivated by the subtle change in the atmosphere, and before either of you could fully comprehend, you found yourselves in a collision course.

A playful glint danced in Neuvillette's eyes as he grinned at you subtly. In a surprising twist, he spun you around, you figures moving in a dance that defied the orchestrated rhythm of the ballroom. The balcony, which was now a stage for your impromptu performance, witnessed a moment filled with conflicting emotions and uninhibited impulsiveness.

Being in the flow of the dance, Neuvillette subtly guided you towards the balcony railing. The sea breeze whispered conspiracies, and in an unexpected turn, he gently trapped you between his frame and the sturdy brick railing.

 A charged silence hung in the air as your heart almost beat out of your chest when he leaned down towards you, using his one hand to tilt your face - he gently placed a kiss on your neck, shortly trailing a sensual path along it.

For a moment, you had the luxury of forgetting about everything - your brother, your family, the pain, the suffering, the revenge. For that moment, all you could think of was the velvety sensation of his lips on you, delicately tracing and savoring the skin of your neck, then moving down to your collarbone. His hand on your cheek, relishing in it's softness. 

But how could fate ever be that kind to you? How could you ever have the pleasure of savoring something like this before the weight of the situation would finally crash down on you like a ton of bricks? Fate was cruel. And you had no choice but to obey.

With complicated emotions swirling inside you and your hands shaky, you took out the concealed dagger and positioned it - hovering over his back. 

You closed your eyes for a second and took a shaky breath, building up the courage to do what you had to. What if you just spare his life? What if none of which you had planned has to happen? What if you could just stay here, enjoying this and see where it leads?

Allowing yourself to dwell in these thoughts, the faces of you brother and your parents loomed all around you reminding you of the direness of your actions.

It's okay, this would be over in a second. Just a second. So you swing the blade down in full force when- 

It stops mid air. Opening your eyes, you no longer feel his touch on you as he's simply standing towering in front of you. 

It was as if with a swift and almost uncanny awareness, he halts your motion, catching you completely off guard. 

Neuvillette, turning to face you with an intensity in his gaze, conveys a silent message that he's not as oblivious as you thought of him to be. Of course, he wasn't. You were simply too distracted to notice this the entire night.

You were frozen in place, overcome with a sense of being caught in the act, feeling like a deer who has run right in front of its predator - your heart was pounding in terror. His eyes pierce through the mask of your intentions, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable which you despised.

“Well, well. What do we have here?" His eyes held a glint of mockery as he continued. "Were you attempting to add a touch of drama to our little soirée? Trying to stab me in the back? I thought we were saving the drama for the masquerade. Or is this your unique way of expressing affection for me?” His voice was filled with a mocking tone that danced on the edge of amusement.

His gaze lingered on you, the glint in his eyes both challenging and taunting. "Color me intrigued," he added, his voice now a low murmur of amusement. It was as if he found the entire affair not only unexpected but also oddly entertaining.

In the heartbeat following your failed attempt and Neuvillette’s words of mockery, adrenaline surged through your veins, a pulsating rhythm of fear and determination. 

Seizing the unexpected surge of strength, you swiftly maneuvered Neuvillette, turning him around until his back was pressed against the balcony railing. 

With a quick motion, you grabbed the knife tightly in position again, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. 

Rage filling your veins once again, you swung the blade full force at him - landing a slash on his arm. Neuvillette, momentarily stunned by you, registered your attack, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of surprise and realization.

Before he could react, driven by a surge of desperate resolve, you exerted force against him - propelling him over the balcony railing. 

His eyes widened in sudden realization as events unfolded. In a final, desperate attempt to steady himself, his hand shot out towards you, aiming for support. However, all it managed to catch was your mask, causing it to slip away from your face.

The raging waters below awaited him, a fitting abyss for the chief justice who harbored no sympathy whatsoever for any human. 

You witnessed a final glance in his eyes, a moment of recognition as he looked at the person behind the mask and a sense of peace washing over him, accepting his inevitable fate.

The night swallowed his form as he descended into the water, leaving you alone on the balcony, the sound of the turbulent sea below, you stood in the haunting aftermath of your desperate act. 

As the adrenaline subsided, the weight of what you had just done began to settle on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. The reality of your actions bore down on you, and a profound sense of guilt crept into the corners of your conscience as you stared into the raging sea beneath where the last traces of the Chief Justice was gone as well.

The moon, a silent witness to your choices, cast an eerie glow on the scene. The sea, once a backdrop to your vendetta, now mirrored the  turmoil of emotions within you. Your trembling hands, once fueled by determination, now betrayed the uncertainty that gripped you.

The weight of guilt anchored you to the balcony, and as the waves crashed against the rocks below, each echo seemed to amplify the consequences of your irreversible decision.

 The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant sounds of the sea, a haunting reminder of the depths into which you had cast the chief justice.

Despite accomplishing the culmination of your year-long vendetta, ending his life, there was no comfort to be found. Instead of the anticipated relief, a heavy burden settled deep within you, intensifying the weight of remorse. Far from feeling better, you found yourself engulfed in a sense of emptiness, as if the act had only added to the darkness that now resided within. The hollowness of your victory became painfully apparent, leaving you with an indescribable ache that overshadowed any satisfaction you had hoped to gain.

You couldn't help but entertain a wistful wish. Perhaps, in a different time and under alternate circumstances, your paths might have crossed with a different script. Under different stars and in a gentler dance of fate, the unexplainable thing between you two might have unfolded in a way that didn't demand such drastic choices.

A reality where you didn't have the blood of the Chief Justice on your hands.

Maybe you would've liked him then.

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Three wonderful fanfic recs! In celebration of me finally getting an ao3 account after all these years.

1. Castle Audios - NSFW Ranger/Sugar

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57519460?view_adult=true

Sugar and Spice

This is a hookup Ranger/Sugar fic that has wonderful switchy vibes. Although no references to Ranger’s longing for Claire, this fic includes many wonderful topics such as biting (from both parties), wonderful characterisation, a little Evie at the beginning, and a over 6k word count!

2. Redacted Audio - NSFW David/Angel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42756180?view_adult=true

Claws Like Thorns, Teeth Like Yours

This is a very fun almost 9k word count fic centred around David’s nail kink and Angel teasing him about it. It explores a different dynamic than shown in their videos where Angel has more of the dominant role over David. In this fic, David describes Angel as ‘the little devil on his shoulder’ and that kind of sums up the vibe of Angel in this one.

Overall, this fic includes very immersive dialogue, well constructed characterisation, and subby David! What’s not to love?

3. Redacted Audio - SFW Darlin’ and Huxley

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40717818?view_adult=true

Into The Ground

Huxley is camping out in a forest, Darlin’ is running away from Quinn who’s trying to hunt them down. In an interesting turn of events the two protect each other throughout the day and night.

The combination of the different worlds is quite a fun dynamic to see. Darlin calls Huxley a snack, Huxley states that he is, in fact, a whole meal. Their dynamic is really comforting.

I think it’s a great fic, however, Darlin’ is called Darlin’ by David (in his guest appearance) which is a bit icky for some.

But if you look past that, the fic is a really good hurt/comfort, injury, strangers to friends, Quinn angst story. I’d say it’s worth a read.