#except that is quite a few things that need to go wrong before the deep trouble would actually hit

[varjopeura]

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[applejuicinator]

The LADS men and your jealousy.

TW: Angst that is very easily resolved, misunderstanding, Zayne fucking up just a teeny bit.Our baby is only human. Also my first fic in years so it’s probably garbage. Tumblr is now my fic dumping ground.

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Green isn’t your best colour

Whilst jealousy isn’t something completely unknown to you, the situation in front of you seemed to stir an unbridled fury deep within your gut.

❄️ Zayne ❄️

Your beautiful and caring partner in crime was a literal angel when it came to your needs, whims and wants. He had never given you any reason to doubt him or his faith in your relationship, it was something entirely foreign in your mind, as though your brain couldn’t even compute a possibility of him cheating.

But when you walked into his office, well into the night mind you, to see a beautiful young doctor shoulder to shoulder with your boyfriend as they sifted through papers… something horrible and cold came to rest on your shoulders.

You knew nothing had happened, even with the surprising contact Zayne was sharing with another person. He normally didn’t tolerate people in his presence for very long never mind them touching him. He looked up from the report in hand, a look of surprise skimmed his sculpted features, but the sparkle of joy in his expression was hard to miss.

The young woman next to him rolled her chair away from him slightly, as though she had been caught red handed. Zayne, you trusted with your whole heart, your entire physical and mental being.

But this woman, this gorgeous, tall modelesque doctor who tracked your partners movements subtly with her body, was a different story. She probably didn’t realise you saw through her easily, the nervous ramrod straight posture was evidence enough. You had spent years fighting wanderers, watching closely and intensely to shifts in the world around you meant you were very adept at picking up on the small things.

You walked over to his desk with a perfect practised grin, learned through your many undercover missions. Zayne’s small smile disappeared however when he noticed the stiffness to your lips, the unusual tightness in your gaze. He was attuned to your every emotion, knowing perfectly how you felt even if it was a quiet exhale. In fact he was oblivious to pretty much everything except you and his patients, so a hot woman trying to hit on him probably flew straight over his head. .

This was both a blessing and a curse.

“Darling I was just checking up on you before I headed home” He leant into your touch as you delicately kissed his cheek, cooing internally at the red tint to his ears.

Your gaze now shifted to the doctor next to him, who had rolled a few more inches away, papers clutched tightly between her fingers. She didn’t look at you though, instead focusing on the words in front of her, willing you out of existence.

“This is Lillian, a new junior doctor from Skyhaven” Zayne introduced you both matter of factly, unaware of the silent battle ensuing. Lillian smiled at you kindly but it didn’t quite reach her eyes which irritated you even more. If you’re going to be so clear with your fascination for someone else’s boyfriend at least have the decency to look a little shameful.

“I didn’t realise the time; I’ll finish looking through these reports with Lillian quickly. Do you want to wait for me?”

For some reason the way he said her name rubbed you the wrong way, as though they were old friends. His other colleagues simply received a title or their surname, but she had somehow received the privilege of being on first name basis.

Had Zayne ever witnessed you being outwardly jealous before? You think back through your loving five year relationship, filled with some ups and down like any other, but never had you experienced an intense pang of jealously like this. There were times when women had hit on him but… look at the man! He was ethereal, heaven sent. Zayne never spared them even a single glance, barely registering their existence. You were so confident in him that the jealousy never reached more than surface level.

But this felt different, she wasn’t just a random woman who blipped by. This was a woman who held his gaze even if it was just a professional one; he was aware of her.

It didn’t help that Zayne was one of the most beautiful and kind hearted people you had ever laid eyes on. It caused people to flock to him despite his icy atmosphere, because they knew he genuinely cared.

“Darling?” You’re startled from your thoughts by a gentle hand taking yours, Zayne fixing you with a concerned look. “Why don’t you head home without me?”

You subconsciously pulled your hand from his grip, the interaction leaving him more confused.

It was only reports, he was only looking through reports with a fellow colleague. Nothing more you told yourself. The thought of leaving him alone with this woman made your stomach church.

Just colleagues. Heck, even if they were friends, it’s not in your right to tell him who he can and can’t mingle with. You’re not so old fashioned that you don’t think that men and women can’t be friends.

But you could see the gleam in Lillian’s eyes, from the way she angled her whole body to hang on every word he said all the way to her tongue coming to nervously dampen her lips whenever he spoke.

You trusted Zayne. And you couldn’t really find any excuse to stay behind to wait for him.

“Yeah I think I’m just tired. Please don’t stay too late” you clipped, giving him a rushed goodbye kiss and hightailing it out of there without sparing Lillian a second glance. He’s just showing her the ropes whilst she gets used to Asko.

If Yvonne noticed your grimace as you hurried from the building, she doesn’t mention it.

However, you should have known things never go that smoothly.

Lillian continued to rear her ugly head for the next few weeks, subtly at first but then more and more you saw her almost glued to Zayne’s side whenever you visited. You were biting your tongue the whole time, wondering when and if you should even say something. After all they weren’t crossing any boundaries and Zayne was still enamoured with every breath you made.

You scoured forums and advice columns about what to do – how to handle jealousy. Nothing of note ever came back, mostly just people venting how they felt and never really any solutions. You felt too ashamed to talk to your friends; it was such a new feeling and what if they confirmed your fears that you were being vindictive? A horrible nasty woman green with envy.

So you bottled it all up and pushed your complaints into the pit of your stomach. Even when Zayne mentioned her in passing at home, even when he told you not to come give him lunch because he needed to show Lillian some things.

But things came to a head, all things snap and break under pressure eventually.

You blinked down at the Asko hospital official account on Linksta, the page opened to their most recent picture which was a glimpse of the ‘Esteemed Medicine Gala’ which aimed to give due credit to hardworking doctors and allowed them to share tips and stories. The picture was a snapshot of golden hues and ornate declarations, with a group of well dressed people gathered in the middle posing elegantly. There you could see Zayne’s solemn figure, his face impassive aside from the slight upturn of his lips in the ghost of a smile. Lillian, hair professionally tousled and dripping with decadent jewels stood beside him. She wasn’t touching him, in fact she was stood quite far from him but it made your blood boil nonetheless.

You had debated bringing this up with your boyfriend for the past week, ever since you had stumbled across it. This Gala was something you attended with him every year but the event was delayed and you had ended up being at a conference in Skyhaven when it was finally reorganised. Absolutely typical timing when your emotions were a fraught storm of unease and jealousy.

You very much know that a junior doctor like Lillian wasn’t privy to the gala, unless she had attended as a plus one. Zayne’s plus one.

He confirmed it when you first mentioned the photo, just in passing so it seemed casual enough. He was upset it wasn’t you beside him, he said as much, but that was it. And it felt like a punch to the gut. Why had he even brought her in the first place? Surely Zayne, who was incredibly emotionally intelligent under normal circumstances, must understand how bringing another woman to a public event like that would look to your significant other.

Or did he notice and he just… didn’t care? Had he grown tired of you? You were at war with yourself, with your own thoughts pushing you further and further into this spiral of negativity and suspicion.

What did ring true is that you couldn’t keep this to yourself anymore.

When Zayne entered through the door close to midnight to find you staring blankly at the tv which was off, he immediately knew something was wrong. He had noticed your shift in mood and demeanour for the past few weeks, but when questioned you had waved him off with it being due to the back and forth hunters conferences. With your new promotion at work… he believed it without question.

But this was new.

“Darling?” He questioned gently, he placed his keys in the entry way bowl, cringing as the metallic clinking echoed through the quiet apartment. You hummed to confirm you heard him but didn’t move to greet him, your eyes remained glued to the empty tv screen. Zayne came and sat beside you, he shrugged off his coat and laid it on the arm of the plush setae. The silence stretched on for a few moments before Zayne shuffled closer, resting his hand on your thigh in quiet comfort.

“What’s the matter? Has something happened?” Had it been work again? Were they pushing you above and beyond your boundaries, you often did overtime to help out others. Your caring nature was something he adored about you, but not when it came to the detriment of your health. He supposed you were both a pair of workaholics.

You bit your lip, inner turmoil obviously painting your features. Zayne waited patiently, calmly and lovingly as he always did.

“Something has been bothering me lately and it isn’t work” you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, his face beautifully bathed in the orange glow of the side table lamp. “I really don’t know how to even… say this” you inhaled, then exhaled.

“I’m uncomfortable with how close you’ve gotten to Lillian, and I probably should have told you earlier but I didn’t want to come off as possessive” You rambled, your voice hitched with nervousness but you kept your gaze trained on a spot in the corner above the cute potted plant he bought you recently. You couldn’t look at him. Your voice tapered off quietly, and when Zayne didn’t respond immediately you felt your hear beat stacatto, the thumping loud in your ears.

“My relationship with Lillian is entirely professional, I don’t believe I would even qualify us as friends” Zayne sounded confused, if you turned to look at him you bet he’d have that cute scrunch to his brow that always appeared when something baffled him. Which you did. Often.

His statement was composed and matter of fact, that should have made you feel better. But it didn’t. It was evident this man didn’t feel a shred of anything for the bright eyed, bushy tailed junior. But his statement was dismissive, even though you know he wasn’t trying to be. It sorta fucking hurt.

“I know I know, and I trust you wholeheartedly but there are just some things that don’t sit well with me” You expected Zayne to maybe ask what made you uncomfortable and how you could both try to come to a solution, or at least comfort you but instead your boyfriend did the opposite.

“She’s a fellow doctor, someone I have to work with for the care of my patients. I can’t just ignore her” Your head snapped to him so fast, as though it was on a swivel. First of all you hadn’t even suggested such a thing, second of all he didn’t even ask what was making you uncomfortable in the first place. You questioned yourself for a moment; intensely staring into his eyes. You pushed his hand off your thigh, jumping from the couch like a coiled up spring as unease jittered beneath your skin.

“I’m not asking you to ignore her Zayne!” His name left your mouth with more force than necessary. You two didn’t argue often, once in a blue moon and usually about smaller things like your similar habits of staying out at work late but this felt very different. You felt your hands shaking, you were angry, footfalls heavy as you paced in front of him.

“Well, what would you have me do?” Zayne’s voice was level just like normal but this aggravated you like nothing else. It made you feel as though you were blowing things out of proportion.

The two of you continued to swap passive arguments for what felt like hours but in reality was only minutes. Your pitch continued to get louder and louder, you weren’t aware you were shouting until Zayne told you that screeching wasn’t a way to get your point across.

Screeching? Screeching?

Your mouth snapped shut. You looked down at yourself, chest heaving with anger and anxiety, frustrated tears threatening to gush forth like a dam. The two of you stood apart from one another, the distance seemed like an unbridgeable gap. The man you loved more than anything stood the other side.

For Zayne’s part he didn’t really understand what was happening. He had told you that he didn’t even consider the woman a friend, which he didn’t, he couldn’t even remember her face once he stepped past the hospital threshold. Bubbling indigence spilled from him in waves. It felt as though you were questioning his motives, his love and loyalty to you. He gave all he had, everything was for you and you only.

“Zayne.” The cold frost that seeped from your tone made whatever he was about to say die on the tip of his tongue. The name you usually spoke so lovingly, dripped in honey and happiness, was instead replaced with cold venom. “I repeatedly walk in on you alone, with another woman late at night.” Zayne’s eyes widened slightly, as though he didn’t even realise.

You held up your hand, urging him to let you continue.

“Like you said, you’re both doctors and I understand that you can’t just ignore her. I wouldn’t ever ask you to. But the overtime you’re sharing with her, the missed lunches…” you tried to maintain composure, words coming out coherently to communicate your thoughts and feelings, he is right in the fact that raising your voice isn’t helping either of you.

You fought back tears instead, the reality of this argument stifling the atmosphere of your usually warm apartment and pressing down on your chest.

You know that if you started crying, Zayne would panic and fold immediately, his anger dissipating like a summer breeze in winter. But you didn’t want him to feel bad. You just wanted him to understand what was going through your mind. To work to a solution.

“And the final straw.” You looked him in the eyes, and hurt seemed to reflect back, it almost made you pause, give up on this whole tirade entirely. But this wasn’t something that could be buried deep in the recesses of your mind anymore. “You took her to the Esteemed Medicine Gala” You choked on the last word, your hands coming up to wipe at the stray few tears that slipped over your cheeks. You had tried, but saying it out loud that your boyfriend had gone to that gala without you, another woman grasping his arm, made bile rise in your throat.

“Just think how you would have felt if I had taken Xavier to the Hunters’ Ball. Of if you had even told me beforehand so it didn’t blindside me”

Zayne opened his mouth, but nothing seemed to come out. He looked panicked, a look that was rare on him.

You should have told him how you felt earlier, about how uncomfortable their closeness made you feel, Zayne isn’t a mind reader. You had become so accustomed to him putting your every need first, you relied on him unfairly, Zayne was only human.

And you expected so much from him, too much

At the same time, you were also only human. Someone flawed who loved the man in front of you so deeply it hurt.

“I don’t want to do this anymore” your words came out quietly, you had meant it in the way that you didn’t want to fight anymore but to Zayne, the words implicated something horrendous, something he couldn’t contemplate. You flinched as he grasped your hands, his palms which were normally cool and dry felt clammy with nerves.

“Please- I didn’t -…” Zayne stuttered, but words died when he saw your crumpled expression.

“Just forget… just forget I said anything” you mumbled lowly before hastily retreating to your bedroom, and once the door had clicked shut, everything hit you all at once. It started off as silent flow of billowy tears but it wasn’t long before you were hiccuping and groaning into your pillow. Your heart hurt.

Regret began to replace anger and sorrow.

It was pointless now, why had you even mentioned it. Was your trust in him so brittle? No wonder he looked so wounded, that beautiful face that gazed at you with adoration normally, looked so distraught.

He didn’t come after you either, you had truly fucked it.

You woke to a cold hand cupping your cheek, the touch so gentle and tender that it made your heart quiver. The grogginess made you slur as you reached out for his other hand to clasp within your own. The skin around your eyes itched from dry tears, you bet that they’d look like two baseballs stuck to your face at this moment in time.

“Whatsh the time” you shifted towards him, head resting beneath his chin as arms came to pull you in even closer to him.

“Early, go back to sleep and we’ll talk in the morning” His voice seemed far away and distorted, the throws of sleep and the comforting embrace lulling you back to deep needed slumber.

You blinked clearly as warm rays of sun filtered through the blinds you’d forgotten to shut. The memories of last night seemed to rush back to you like a hurtling freight train with no brakes.

You always said never to go to bed angry with each other. What a hypocrite.

Ugh.

You patted the bed beside you, wondering if you had imagined Zayne’s presence last night, but the tell tale twisted sheets were definitely him all over. The muffled sound of the tv playing reached your ears at the same time the earthy scent of roasting coffee graced your nostrils.

You sat up, the sheets pooling at your waist. You needed to apologise, at the very least for raising your voice at him. Shouting never solved anything.

At this point you just wanted to forget this ever happened, forget about Lillian and just fall into his embrace.

You left the warm bed and freshened up in the bathroom, splashing your face with some cold water and brushing your teeth to feel less like the living dead. Your reflection looked haggard, eyes bulging and red.

You headed to the living room with soft footfalls, the chill of the laminate raising goosebumps on the backs of your arms. And there he was, your ethereal boyfriend busying himself in the kitchen as the news channel garbled on about stocks and wanderers. He glanced over his shoulder at you, the skin around his eyes was blotchy and puffy.

“Sit down and I’ll bring you some coffee”

You swallowed the guilt and did as he said, nestling yourself in the confines of the blankets and pillows like you were in a cocoon. You felt a dip in the couch moments later as a steaming coffee made in your favourite plush mug was handed to you.

Your hands grasped the mug tightly, the nerves didn’t fade even with the kind gesture.

You didn’t want him to break up with you.

“Darling” Zayne spoke first, shattering the barrier. “Can you please look at me?”

You did as he said, shifting to face him. He looked tired, more haggard than when he’d worked a 24 hour shift. He put his coffee to the side, elegant fingers brushing against your knee featherlight. It was as if he was coaxing a small and frightened animal.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

“No Zayn-“ you began, placing your coffee cup next to his on the table. You needed to touch him, feel his warmth.

“Please let me continue” he moved closer, taking your face in his hands. You felt each ripple and ridge of his scarred palms against your cheek, even the subtle tremble to his hands. “I reflected on what you said, how my actions and attitude must have come across.” He held your face tighter.

“You came to me with legitimate concerns and I just brushed them aside without even thinking.” He inhaled shakily. “I love you so much, the world for me spins only because you’re by my side”

“Oh Zayne..” you sniffled, vision beginning to blur once again with tears.

“It is no excuse, however I only took Lillian at the directors request so she could network with other doctors. But I should have told you this, rather than just expecting you to be okay with it.” You knew there would be a story behind her attendance, but jealously picks at the threads, pulling at them until everything is coming apart.

“And the lunches and late nights… I’m such a fool.” He looked ashamed. “Even if I didn’t see it that way I should have realised that it wasn’t appropriate”

You placed your hands over his, exhaling a deep breath of relief that had been stewing for weeks.

“I love you, more than words can describe. More than I thought was possible” He repeated again.

Your heart clenched, the sincerity and adoration in his cadence made everything feel right.

“Will you forgive me? For being so so stupid”

You nodded as you flung your arms around his neck, nuzzling your cheek against his, his scent immediately calming your frayed nerves. Like a sailor coming home to dock.

He pulled you into his lap, grip ironclad as he nosed against your neck, peppering light kisses to the soft skin.

“I’m sorry too” he pulled back to look at you, confusion painting his features. “I should have told you earlier about my concerns and I should never ever have shouted at you.” Zayne shook his head, not dismissively, but in disagreement.

“Sweetheart, you were not in the wrong for sharing your concerns with me.”

“But I could have handled it better and for that I’m sorry.” Zayne didn’t think you needed to apologise at all. Your partner postponing lunch dates to spend time with another woman? What sort of fool was he. How could he have made you cry, the woman who loved him to his flawed core.

“I love you” You kissed him, his body slotting against yours like the perfect puzzle piece. You peppered his face in loving pecks, murmuring words of adoration in between each one. He received each touch, each statement happily, responding to every single one with his own declaration of love

You stayed glued to each other for a while, head resting on his shoulder. This closeness you both craved settled into pure bliss on a lazy Sunday morning. His rough hands brushed up your sides softly, the touch making your legs quiver. You huffed against his neck, the gasp and shiver not going unnoticed.

“Why don’t we go take a shower and I’ll show you how sorry I am…”

You looked up at him, pure reverence in his gaze as you brushed your thumb against his lips, a dark red flush blooming across his pale neck.

“I want a long, hard apology” You watched him shudder.

“Anything for you” He kissed you hard, grasping at you like you were his only reason for living.

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A good old short fic to get me back into writing, so please be aware that this won’t be a masterpiece. I’m probably going to place all the fics that don’t make it to AO3 on here.

Also I’m going to do one for each of the boys. I picked Zayne first for this because why not, and whilst I recognise he’s incredibly emotionally intelligent I think that sometimes he forgets to make his internal thoughts known. Do I think he’d be as oblivious as I portray him… probably not. He is a man infatuated after all.

This was way longer than I expected - also probably filled with errors and waffling. Feels nice to finally write again tho.

[littlelamy]

Rafe taking care of Reader who goes through a depressive episode. She’s feeling like she is a burden and feels like everyone would be happier with her gone. Maybe things are pretty new between them, only gone on a few dates so she obviously (like most) isn’t going to tell him anything and doesn’t think she matters to a guy she has gone on a few dates with anyway, so she just stops responding to his texts

a/n: thank you for requesting!⭐️ i hope i wrote it appropriately to what you requested 🙂💗part 2 is up!

the first time rafe noticed something was off, it was subtle—just a missed text here and there. maybe a delayed reply. nothing unusual at first. he probably told himself you were busy. everyone has those days where life gets hectic.

but when hours stretched into days and your replies went from short to nonexistent, he started to feel that quiet pull of worry.

“hey, you okay?” he texted the day before, after his third unanswered message.

you saw it pop up on your screen. his name glowed against the darkness of your room, and for a moment, your heart ached with the idea of answering. but then the thought crept in.

he’s just being polite.he barely knows you.he’s probably relieved you stopped answering anyway.

so you let the screen go dark.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. it wasn’t like you two were serious. you’d only gone on a handful of dates, and even though every moment with rafe had been sweet and effortless, there was no way someone like him could actually care.

you’d been wrong about people before.

the weight in your chest had only grown heavier over the past few weeks. even getting out of bed felt impossible some days, let alone pretending to be okay for someone like rafe cameron. so, you didn’t bother. you shut your phone off, buried it under a pillow, and let the world fade into static.

the knock at your door startled you.

at first, you thought it might’ve been a neighbor or a delivery driver, someone just passing through. but then it came again, louder this time, more deliberate.

“y/n?”

you froze, your breath catching as his voice carried through the door.

“it’s rafe.”

you stared at the door like it might open on its own. the last thing you wanted was to face him, especially like this. but hearing his voice made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“i, uh…” he hesitated, the sound of him shifting his weight audible through the thin walls. “i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

you stayed silent, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. but deep down, you knew rafe wasn’t the kind of guy to just walk away.

“you don’t have to let me in,” he added, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “just… let me know you’re alright.”

you clenched your fists, trying to will the lump in your throat away. how were you supposed to explain that you weren’t alright? that you hadn’t been alright in weeks?

the knock came again, gentler this time.

“i’m not leaving until i know you’re okay,” he said firmly, though there was no anger in his voice. only concern.

you sat frozen for what felt like forever, listening to the silence on the other side of the door. maybe he’d given up. maybe he was walking away right now, realizing this wasn’t worth his time.

but then your phone buzzed from where it lay buried under the pillow.

you hesitated before reaching for it, your hands trembling as you unlocked the screen.

rafe <3: hey, i’m outside your place. not trying to bother you, i just wanted to check in. if you need space, i get it. just let me know you’re alright, okay?

your chest ached as you read the words. there was nothing demanding about them, nothing that made you feel guilty or trapped. he wasn’t asking for anything except to know you were safe.

and that made it worse somehow.

because you weren’t.

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[ceoofglytchell]

So this is love (Part 2)

| Part 1 | Part 3 |

Summary: The court has thought that once you are with child, finally some peace and quiet will return to the Red Keep. They were wrong.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Twin Sister!Reader

Word count: 2789 words

Warnings: Incest, MDNI, Reader has Targaryen features, tooth rotting fluff, this is pure smut, humor, aegon and you being needy, idiots in love, suggestive themes, poor Aemond, pregnancy, piv sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), breeding kink, no mention of Y/N

Notes: You don’t have to have read the first part to understand this one. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy 💛

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"Aegon! Oh... darling," you moaned as your husband pressed you against the wooden tabletop of the table in the Small Council chamber and thrust into you over and over again. His movements were quick, desperate and it was clear that he really wanted to reach his climax.

His hand was placed on your stomach, which now had a barely noticeable bump. No one except you and your husband had noticed and it would be some time before your belly grew enough that you would have to wear larger dresses. You both couldn't wait. You had tried for six years and now the time had finally come.

Your hands were on the table in front of you and you tried to support yourself as best you could as your twin took you from behind like a wild animal.

You always knew that he could get wild during sex, but since you told him about the pregnancy, he couldn't stop touching you. Sometimes during breakfast he let his hand wander under your skirt and he played with your sensitive pearl with his fingers while you had to make small talk with your mother.

"I can't wait to see you grow," Aegon said suddenly. His voice was tense and his breath came in quick gasps as he moved his hips against yours over and over again.

His deep voice, your lustful moans, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the sound of your wetness was the only thing that could be heard in the council chamber.

"I want to see your belly swell, your curves soften-fuck!- I want to see your breasts fill with milk," he whispered and grabbed your hips so he could push his cock even deeper into your tight cunt.

His words made your cunt close even tighter around his shaft and you could feel a wave of ecstasy rolling towards you. It only took a little more, a few thrusts, and you would scream his name in pure bliss.

"You're going to let me taste you, aren't you?" he asked suddenly, reaching his hand to cup one of your round breasts, causing your eyes to roll back and you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, Aegon... I- I-"

"Cum for me, sister. Please, I need to see it," he replied without hesitation.

One last powerful thrust from him was enough for a loud moan to leave your throat and his name to come from your lips like a prayer as your body trembled and your vision went white for a moment.

Your climax hadn't quite subsided when your brother-husband pulled out of you, turned you around, and helped you sit on the edge of the table. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he was back between your thighs and entering you again.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and he leaned his forehead against yours as he finally filled you and a pleasant warmth immediately flooded through you.

The council chamber became quiet again and only your labored breathing could be heard as your foreheads leaned against each other and you held each other.

"I love you more than anything, my heart," your husband told you out of breath, whereupon you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love you too," you whispered, whereupon he placed his hand on your stomach again.

"I can hardly wait to meet him or her," he confessed with a smile playing around his lips.

"Me too, but now you should get dressed again, my darling," you giggled, whereupon he seemed to notice for the first time that he was still inside of you.

"I don't know, you're extremely comfortable."

With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you placed your hands flat on his chest and pushed him away, making him laugh. Despite everything, he put his cock back in his breeches and quickly tied them again before fixing his doublet again. You pulled your dress down properly and brushed your damp hair from your forehead.

At that very second, the doors opened and Queen Alicent Hightower and her sworn protector Ser Criston came running in. When she saw you two, she stopped and tilted her head to the side.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked you, whereupon Criston looked at the floor as if he already knew. Of course he knew. Everyone knew. You've been doing nothing else for six years.

"Oh, we- we were just preparing for the council meeting," Aegon answered her with a nod.

You, on the other hand, quickly looked away so that your mother wouldn't see the blush on your face or the grin on your face due to your twin brother's actions.

"Really? What did you discuss?" asked the queen, crossing her arms over her chest.

Even if you didn't look, you knew that Aegon was looking at her with wide eyes and opening and closing his mouth at least twice. You couldn't blame him. Politics had never been his thing and certainly not yours either. It was boring.

"We discussed the... the... um, darling, you do better," he finally said and turned you by the hip so that you had to look your mother in the eyes again.

"We discussed the line of succession," you finally answered with an almost mischievous smile on your lips.

Your mother blinked and Criston shook his head almost imperceptibly, but you knew that he was secretly amused. He loved you as if you were his own children.

You heard Aegon laugh as he took a few steps to the side and stood on the balcony to look out onto the streets of the city that he loved so much at night. He liked to visit the taverns of the city with you and sometimes even went to a brothel, but always together because you could live out yourselves even more there.

Gods, that one time you danced for him in one of those thin silk dresses… he still got hard just thinking about it.

You wouldn't go out together for nine months now because he wanted to protect the little life inside your belly, but you would certainly be able to live out yourselves within the walls of this castle. You had just done so.

"I hope you have come to a conclusion," Alicent said finally, clearing her throat.

Your grin grew. "I can assure you, mother, we have."

Alicent rolled her eyes.

Aegon put his arms around you from behind.

And you? You were just happy.

"Aegon! Aegon, please, I want you,” you pleaded as he was about to leave the chambers to take a ride around the city on Sunfyre.

It had been almost two months since you found out you were pregnant and since you had done it in the council chamber, which the entire court knew about by now.

Aegon had always been insatiable and could get laid any hour of the day—or rather, lay with you—but ever since you had become pregnant, you were the one who couldn't keep your hands off him anymore.

You had become as lustful as a whore from the Street of Silk, but he loved it.

“Can't you wait for me for an hour, sweet girl?” he asked you, putting his hands on your cheeks and holding you so you had to look into his eyes.

“Brother, please... I need you,” you replied, pouting.

Oh no. Not that pout.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," he said, trying to sound as serious as possible.

"Why?" you asked, blinking your eyelashes innocently.

Gods, you're going to be his death someday.

"Seven hells," he cursed, kissing you as if these were his last few minutes on earth.

You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers played with his shoulder-length hair and you instinctively pressed your body closer to him.

Aegon's hands wandered along your curves and he moaned, swearing you were already softening. You had always been beautiful in his eyes, but the mere thought of his heir growing inside you and your body soon adjusting to it drove him wild.

While he continued to kiss you, he just knew that he would not leave these chambers again that day and that you would probably stay awake half the night.

Over time, you became a little more civilized again, but Aegon was now so used to constantly losing himself in your warmth that he did not want to leave you alone for a second.

You were sitting in the library reading a book about pregnancy and the changes that would soon await you. Golden candlelight enveloped you as you sat in one of the many armchairs with an old tome on your lap.

You were so engrossed in the yellowed pages that you did not notice your husband approaching from behind.

Suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder and you yelped in surprise, whereupon a loud laugh sounded from behind you. You turned around and slammed the book against your brother's side, which made him laugh even harder.

"Aegon, you ass!" you called with an angry glint in your amethyst colored eyes.

"Apologies, darling. I just couldn't resist," he grinned and stood close to the chair you were sitting in and right between your legs.

"And here I thought you would treat me more gently now that I am carrying your child, brother."

Aegon cooed and stood even more clearly between your legs, which instinctively made you press back into the backrest of the chair and into the cushion that supported your lower back.

Your eyes were wide and the light from the candles reflected off of them in such a way that the prince wanted nothing more than to devour you whole. And that's exactly what he was going to do now.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of you, gathered your skirts in his hands and pushed them up with a jerk.

You let it happen and just buried one of your hands in his silver hair to hold onto him.

Aegon ran his hand over the soft material of your stockings until they ended at your knees. His hand slid over your silky skin to your warm thighs and what lay between them, in desperate need of him.

"Seven hells, you are dripping," Aegon grinned as he slid his finger through your wet slit. It always amused him to see how quickly he could prepare you for him. It stroked his ego.

"Shut up," you nagged, playfully tugging on his hair, causing him to let out a deep grunt. He liked it and you knew it.

"Good thing I haven't eaten anything tonight. I'm starving," your husband whispered before he leaned towards you without hesitation and ran his tongue through your dripping cunt. A groan escaped him and his fingers automatically dug deeper into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Your eyes closed and you buried your hand deeper into his hair, letting the feeling of his tongue intoxicate you.

"Gods, you taste heavenly," he moaned as he continued to feast on you as if you were the most delicious thing he had ever eaten.

You could feel your climax approaching more and more with every second that passed. It was like a wave, slowly rolling towards you on the horizon, ready to swallow you entirely. You loved the feeling.

His nose suddenly hit your pearl at such a perfect angle that you finally couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped loudly and with a broken cry of his name, your high crashed over you and your whole body shook as Aegon continued to slide his tongue through your slit, not wanting to let a drop go to waste.

Your breathing was heavy as you recovered from your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath you took. Your brother-husband pulled away from you and stood up again, using the sleeve of your dress to wipe your juices from his face. A teasing grin was on his lips. As always.

"Well, my heart, would you be so kind as to return the favor?" he grinned, whereupon your gaze instinctively wandered to his crotch, where you could see a very clear bulge. It was a miracle that he hadn't cum from your performance alone. In fact, it had happened a few times before. You never blamed him for it. No, you found it endearing in a way and it turned you on even more.

"Sit down," you said breathlessly and stood up on wobbly knees to make room for him. He could now make himself comfortable in the armchair while you took care of him.

Aegon dropped into the armchair with a satisfied sigh and immediately spread his legs so that you could sit between them. You quickly dropped down and began to undo the laces that held his breeches together at the top with nimble, practiced fingers.

Your beloved just closed his eyes and let one of his hands wander through the silky strands of your long silver hair. He loved the feeling of your hair in his hands. Even if you were just lying next to each other in bed, he would often just run his fingers through the strands or bury his nose in them. There was nothing about you that he didn't love.

You pulled his thick cock out of his pants and immediately licked your lips. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum. You loved having him in your mouth. Gods, how you loved tasting him and hearing the sounds he made when you took care of him.

You leaned towards him and began pressing small, feather-light kisses against his shaft. A gasp escaped your husband and you could feel his grip on your hair tightening.

No longer able to hold back, you closed your lips around the tip and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. He had to pull himself together at the sight so that he would not spill his seed onto your face immediately. He would much rather fill your womb again.

Slowly and carefully he began to move his hips against your face so that more of him would disappear inside the hot alcove of your mouth. He watched as you closed your eyes and one of your hands disappeared under the skirt of your dress.

An Insatiable little thing you were... You could never get enough of him.

A groan escaped him as you took him deeper into your mouth. By all the gods...

You were both so lost in your lust that you didn't hear the footsteps echoing on the library floor. A sharp gasp sounded and then a sound that was more like a groan.

"Seven hells, why can't you stop this?!" a deep voice suddenly cut through the silence.

Aegon immediately sat up straighter and you immediately stopped satisfying your brother with your mouth and turned around with wide eyes only to see that Aemond was standing not far from you and looking at you angrily.

Angry and disappointed.

"We... we," you began, but you couldn't find the right words.

"But, little brother, anyone else would have stayed quiet and enjoyed the show," said Aegon, putting his cock back in his pants, which unfortunately became soft once more.

Your brother rolled his one good eye and shook his head.

"This is a place of knowledge and you are tainting it with your... your depravity," replied Aemond through gritted teeth.

"Depravity?" asked Aegon. "Is a man not allowed to be loved by his wife?"

"But not here!"

Aegon was about to open his mouth again and make a witty comment when you suddenly stood up and brushed the dirt off your skirt that had stuck to the floor.

"If you'll excuse us, little brother, but we have something urgent to do now," you said, reaching for your twin's hand, which he immediately took, a teasing grin on his face.

Your little brother scoffed and shook his head again, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders.

"You are incorrigible," he said finally.

"Think of us every time you see that armchair, will you?" Aegon asked him as he too rose and slowly pulled you along toward the door so you could return to your chambers to continue where you left off.

"I think of you two even when I just see an open window," he grumbled, making you giggle.

"Wait until you have a wife. You'll want her to ride you like a-"

"Out!" hissed the youngest of the three of you, and you hurried out of the library laughing heartily, leaving Aemond with very red cheeks.

Oh, how he hated you two.

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The stalker

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. mentions of stalking/a stalker (if it makes you uncomfortable please don't read), implies that reader enjoys coffee (sorry if you're not a coffee enjoyer), slight sprinkle of angst, crack/fluff, proofread

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. for some reason this feels more like a filler than an actual eventful chapter. sigh i hope you guys enjoy this! I'm also writing a sahau headcanon :)

►— wordcount. 6.4k

✧ part one | ✧ part two | ✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five | ✧ part six | more tba.. NAVIGATION

recommended to listen to: snooze- sza

Having a stalker would be the last thing you could ever imagine having and experiencing.

You weren't exactly that good looking (in your opinion anyway), you were just average. You didn't have any powers or anything, so why would someone pick you out of billions of people to stalk?

The idea itself was baffling, it was even more chilling with the fact that you were quite literally talking and interacting with your stalker. It was utterly horrifying with the fact that he was so close to you, so close that he could snatch you if he wanted to—take you away.

As you lay still on your bed your mind was flooding with the images of the man, his black hoodie hiding his upper face, his twisted smile. You heaved a sigh before turning around, your face meeting with Ayato's.

He was gorgeous. He looked so heavenly and handsome that's for sure. The inner corner of your lips tug upwards as you examine his face, it seems as if his face immediately calmed you down. Your eyes soften as you continue to watch him, his chest heaving up and down gently.

But as the constant fear and unease had taken its toll on your mind, the thoughts of your stalker seemed to consume you despite how hard you tried to push them away.

The room was wrapped in an eerie blue hue, mirroring the turmoil within you. The morning light has yet pierced through the darkness, but the blue outside seemed to mock your unsettled state of mind. As you sat up in your bed, you heaved a great sigh before running your fingers through your tangled hair, groaning in frustration.

What was today going to be like? Could you really go back to work after being informed about the fact that you literally have a STALKER? Who in the right mind would go back to work after that?!

.... Except for you, we don't count you in. You desperately needed the money for college and couldn't just skip a day off of work because you felt unsafe, technically you can but what about the money? You needed it.

Your face was buried in the palms of your hands as you took a deep breath. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a soft groan followed by the sounds of the blanket rustling and a groan.

A soft, raspy yet sultry voice allures you, making your stomach flip.

"Already awake, darling? Isn't it a bit too—" Ayato yawned as his voice stretched, strands of hair softly drooped and covering half of his face even more. As you pulled away from your palms and stared at Ayato, seeing him looking drowsy and tired (yet so handsome) made you smile.

"A bit too early..." he continued, blinking groggily towards you. The corner of his lips tugged outwards as the realization dawned on him, he was sleeping beside you, a beauty, his creator. A red hue soon makes its way to his cheeks, you watch him curiously, his reaction is adorable (although you don't know why he is suddenly so red).

You shake your head, stretching your arms as a soft groan slips out of your mouth. "Not really, I... have to go to work." You replied, trying your best not to sound upset. But despite that Ayato could see right through you.

He knew there was something off but did not speak up with his thoughts, maybe he was wrong? After a few minutes, you both decide to get out of bed, careful not to wake up the rest.

The sounds of the tap running and stopping indicated that a few were awake, not only that but you could hear the sounds of sizzling, Thoma or Aether were already cooking breakfast. You were always so thankful for them, they made you breakfast, kept you company and were there when you needed them.

As you hopped off your bed you held onto Ayato's arm for support as you had slept in an awkward and weird position, applying pressure to your legs which eventually led to them being sore. Ayato enjoyed every second of your touch.

"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you? I wouldn't mind, really." Ayato offered, trying to convince you to let him carry you, obviously, you politely denied him. "There's no need, thank you though!"

After spending a couple of minutes brushing your teeth and washing your face with Ayato, you both went your own way with him going to the kitchen while you went back into your bedroom to wake up the rest of the men.

You were unsure why some were still sleeping in as they usually were awake before you, but it seemed like they were tired. "Good morning, wake up everybody!" You yelled, careful not to startle them too much. Collective groans could be heard followed by the rustles of bed sheets.

Aether turns on his back and lets out a sigh. "I'm awake.." He groans, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the mattress. He groggily blinks at you before giving you a small smile. He was so adorable. And his messy bed hair didn't help either.

Itto grumbled and hid under the sheets. "Five more minutes... I need to finish my dream.." He mumbled before snoring off. You sighed and shook your head before walking towards Itto and crouching to his figure. Could a dream really be that interesting?

After poking his head a few times to get him to wake up, Itto rolled on his back and let out a huff. "Why don't you just sleep in with me? Aren't you tired?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes.

You shake your head. "No, not really. Now get up" Itto reluctantly got up when you heard Wanderer scoff. "So lazy." Wanderer gives Itto one last glance before walking out of your room, probably heading to the bathroom.

Itto groans, his morning was already somewhat ruined. "Don't think too much about it." And with that, you left the room with Itto clinging onto your arm with no plan of letting go of you either.

It was funny as this buff and hunkier man was clinging onto YOUR much smaller arm.

You both make your way towards the living room and into the kitchen, the smell of warm bread fills your nose. Toast? You thought as you seated yourself down in front of the table.

Itto plants himself right beside you, reluctantly letting go of your arm. "Good morning Y/n, did you sleep well?" Tighnari asks, seating himself beside you as well. Tighnari set down a book alongside a cup of warm water.

You nod your head when you remember something.

"Oh, I slept well thank you. What about you though? I remember falling asleep beside you... oh, and I was touching something soft as well."

You notice how Tighnari seems flustered by your words as his ear twitched. He clears his throat softly before replying. "That's good to hear and I slept pretty well."

He left it at that, he replied to everything but your last sentence. You slowly nod your head—signifying for him to go on. Tighnari's cheeks reddened before speaking.

"You fell asleep while touching my ears. I assume they helped you fall asleep?" He teased, a small smirk appearing on his lips. You had a hunch that he already knew the answer.

You didn't want to lie of course, yes, you did sleep better while touching his ears but it was still a bit.. awkward to admit. But to your luck Thoma came over, holding a cup of warm, delicious-smelling coffee as well as a plate of cheese toast.

Something small and simple but delicious. You let out a soft and relieved sigh, Thoma was right on time—reliving you from the awkwardness of answering the very embarrassing question.

(It really wasn't that awkward but to you it was.)

He places the plate and cups down on the table before muttering a soft and gentle "Good morning". "Where did you learn to make this? It tastes amazing!" You beamed, taking a sip of the warm coffee. Thoma offers a tender smile as he seats himself down and replies.

"I watched a video about it on the TV, an.. ad I think it was? It was quite informative, really! Although the ingredients were a bit worrying. Should you really be drinking that so early in the morning?"

You could tell from his tone that he was worried and you could've sworn you felt a jab at your heart. You wave your hand, dismissing his comment. "Nah, it'll be okay."

"You'll be okay?" "Yeah, I will don't worry."

Thoma smiles uncertainly but nonetheless watches you eat your food, Tighnari goes back to reading his book about flowers and nature as Itto munches on his sandwich.

The sounds of a newslady could be heard from the living room, you occasionally glanced over to the boy and the TV, enjoying the beautiful sight of the men as they watched the news carefully and attentively.

After a couple of minutes, you finished your breakfast and got up from your seat, Tighnari and Itto had already gotten up first and were sitting on the couch along with the others—commenting alongside the news reporter.

You were used to this now. You made your way to the sink and carefully placed your dish in the sink before turning on the tap, soaking the dishes with water so that it would be easier to wash later on.

Normally you would wash your own dishes but felt unmotivated to do anything today, but alas you still had to go to work. Just the mere thought of returning to work and maybe even facing your regular customer you now know as your stalker.

Shuddering at the thought you slowly make your way to your coffee table and grab your bag as well as your house keys (not that you use it much nowadays), you really wanted to spend time with the men but of course, you had to go to work.

Albedo gives you a look as he watches you get your things, ready to leave to go to work. He, along with the others, knew something was up. You were slightly more timid, more than usual.

And also that message you had received? Oh yeah, they did not forget that message "Mark Holey" guy sent you last night. "Leaving already?" Albedo questions. You reply back, not looking at Albedo as you speak—too busy focusing on

"Yeah I have to help prepare some cakes today so I need to go there earlier. Stay safe okay? I'll be back at four (4) PM probably."

He only gives you a silent nod when you turn around and look at him. Noticing the look on his face you knew something was wrong. But you didn't want to pry, the same went for you.

Since last night after getting the message Albedo, Dainsleif and a couple more were suspicious and concerned. You had never mentioned a guy named "Mark" before, maybe he was your friend, but either way, they had never seen him pop up on your screen.

It wasn't like they could just tell you about it though, what if you thought they were weird for looking at your phone? Would you be mad at them for being so concerned over something so little? Their thoughts could never catch a break.

Gorou fought his urge to jump on you and tightly embrace you in his arms. But with a few quick and knowing looks thrown towards him, he knew better. As you slipped on your shoes in a hurry, Neuvillette got up from the couch and towards you, standing behind you awkwardly yet with such authority.

You finally put your foot on the ground after struggling to put on your shoes and as you turn around to bid the men farewell you almost get a heart attack.

"N-Neuvillette! You scared me.. again." You had jumped a little bit from the scare but you calmed down nonetheless. Neuvillette apologizes, looking at you like a kicked puppy. He looked as if he had done the worst crime in all history (to him it was).

"I apologize... I just wanted to say goodbye and to stay safe." He sounded so sad it made you feel so guilty, you offered him a tender smile before responding. "No need to apologize it's fine! And that's very sweet of you, thank you! I'll be on my way then?"

Neuvillette only silently nods as you twist the doorknob—opening it just enough where you slip through but all of a sudden you feel a warm hand gently resting on your shoulder.

Turning around you were met with Neuvillette once again. "Something wrong?" You asked, brows furrowing as you waited for his reply. Neuvillette's mouth opens slightly, words just about to slip right through but he quickly closes it, his eyes darting away for a brief moment before his gaze sets right back at you.

"Is.. Is there really no way for you to bring us there with you? Can we really not come with you?" His eyes bore into yours, waiting to get an answer out of you. You sigh as your gaze wanders off behind Neuvillette and onto your living room where the rest of the men sit on the ground and couch.

Some were reading books – Al-Haitham, Albedo, Tighnari and Ayato –watching the TV or tampering with your broken gadgets – Albedo, Kaveh, Heizou and Lyney – (such as your poor broken iPad that your younger sister broke in a fit of anger.)

While most were watching you and when your eyes met theirs one at a time a smirk grew on their face. They were all quite a handful, it would look suspicious if you, all of a sudden, bought all 24 men into your pastry shop.

Who wouldn't freak out at the sight of 24 men trailing behind one singular person?!

"Maybe soon, but not right now for sure." Your eyes met up with his once again his deep blue eyes still staring at yours. God that man could maintain eye contact.

And as you two just stood there, not saying a word to each other, the more you noticed how close Neuvillette was getting and before you knew it Neuvillette was leaning down towards you, his face just inches apart from yours.

It was as if he was just about to kiss you, and the thought of him going to kiss you was.. unfathomable. Fathom the Unfathomable am I right?

An awkward silence ensues before Neuvillette sighs, closing his eyes shut before pulling and backing away. You thanked the Lord mentally before letting out a shaky breath. What was that all about?

As the men all waved and sent you goodbye, you waved goodbye yourself before closing the door shut, you were gone now.

"Something is definitely wrong," Albedo speaks up, putting his book down carefully on a table. "Yeah! Whoever is making Our Grace like this will pay!" Itto yelled. Dainsleif cradles his head in his palms as he shakes his head in disappointment.

"The goon's getting too passionate now," Dainsleif mumbled to himself, unbeknownst to him a couple others heard him and they wholeheartedly agreed.

Wanderer shushed Itto but despite that, he agreed with him as well. Whoever was making you feel this way would surely pay. "I thought we wouldn't call Y/n 'Your Grace' anymore?" Al-Haitham spoke, not looking up from his book.

"Oops?" Itto sheepishly smiled at Al-Haitham (who wasn't even looking at him). "Either way, I'm sure if something was troubling them, they would tell us." Al-Haitham continued.

Everybody knew they weren't so close to you, but they felt like they were slowly building their trust in you. Plus, they would never lie to you or do anything to upset you. As a matter of fact they would rather die than upset you in any way.

Even so, they only hoped you could and would confide in them.

Hours passed since you left, they all busied themselves with their own thing. Tighnari and Albedo were exchanging sketching tips and doing sketching challenges, Thoma was resting in your bed as he was tired from doing a "Just Dance" exercise with Itto, Kaeya and Childe.

(You introduced them to Just Dance for funsies, they were intrigued by the songs/lyrics and the dance moves. Some did NOT like to dance and therefore did not do it but when you gave them those darn puppy dog eyes.. they couldn't resist.)

The Fatui were again admiring the view from your window, watching the people doing their own thing. The people's lives here weren't so different from their world but still, it was their creator's world and they were intrigued.

Ayato, Aether and Wriothesley were sitting side by side on chairs as they skimmed through your laptop. You had given them your permission to go on your laptop to do whatever. And they happily accepted with the one condition that they wouldn't go on a site called "Tumblr".

Aether was still learning how to use your laptop and type, they scrolled through Google, typing random words—Dogs, Cats, Pencil, Man, Woman, you name it. While they were looking at cute puppies, Wriothelsye pointed out how there was a tab named "Genshin Impact archon memes".

"Genshin? Isn't that the uh, game-world thing we're from?" He mused, "Click on it." and Aether did so, upon clicking the tab they were brought upon many images of the Archons.

Zhongli, Furina, Raiden Shogun, Venti and Nahida. There were so many images, it was a funny sight. Why was Zhongli pole dancing....? Safe to say they were slightly traumatized. Zhongli himself was embarrassed yet concerned when Aether called him over to see him "bussing it down", as the title said.

In the end, Zhongli forbids them from looking at any other memes. They would just find another way to entertain themselves before you came back home.

"Ugh when will Y/n come back I miss them..." Lyney whined, tapping his finger on the couch in boredom as he lay there, his eyes focused on the door—hoping that he would see the door unlock and that you would be there. But of course, that wouldn't happen.

"Eh I don't know but they said around four to five, am I right, Neuvillette?" Heizou turns to face Neuvillette who is sipping a cup of cold water. "Mhm, you're right."

It was silent from then on as everybody did their own thing when Aether was suddenly reminded of something out of the blue. "Hey guys.. remember that text message thing Y/n got last night?"

A few looked his way in confusion while some hummed in agreement. "What message?" "The one Y/n got last night..? The name was uh.. Marcus Hole?"

"It was 'Mark Holey', Aether." Dainsleif sighed. "Close enough," Aether mumbled back, slightly embarrassed. "But either way, what do you mean? What message did Y/n receive? I wasn't awake." Cyno chimed in, confused.

They spent the next hour or so discussing the mysterious message, making up excuses and ideas of what it meant.

"I don't know that message gave me the creeps." Cyno shudders, "I mean like who sends out a message like that? Weirdo." He continued, and the others agreed. Who on earth just sends out a message like that?

"Maybe Y/n has a secret admirer..?!" Itto suddenly gasps dramatically and loudly, almost giving Kaveh a heart attack.

"Oh please, if anyone was their secret admirer it would be us—" Lyney cuts himself off as he realizes what he said, not only that but all of the stares he was getting (they knew what he said was true).

Lyney cleared his throat. ".. Uh I mean like.. you know?" he tried his best to cover up his words but to no avail. No one commented on what he said, they all did not want to admit to having a crush on you.

If they did outright admit it, wouldn't the others find them a creep? Would you find them to be creepy..?

And that is why they opt to be quiet and only hope to win your heart through actions.

Needless to say, they spent the next hour or so discussing the strange message and what it could've meant.. but on the other hand you... were struggling in the store.

Days would pass when you went to work and returned home, utterly stressed and frustrated. One thing the men all noticed was how happy and content you were before leaving for work, and how less talkative and timid you were coming back home.

It looked as though something had a toll on your health and it pained them to see you like that, they all agreed that they should not pry in case it was sensitive for you but even so, they couldn't help but worry and make sure you were alright there and then.

You lay on your bed, just lying there with a heavy heart and mind. Neuvillette sat on the edge of the bed and watched you silently, although your eyes were covered by your arm you could sense his stare.

"Everything okay, Nevy?" You had all grown accustomed to giving each other nicknames now, by far the stupidest (and cutest, you deny it though) is "Snookums" Can you guess who? Childe.

"I should be the one asking you that," Neuvillette chuckles as he turns to face you, slowly and gently moving your arm away from your face. You cast him a curious look, wondering what he knew and what he didn't.

You knew you were bad at covering up your feelings and lying but was it really that bad? "What do you mean? I'm fine if anything" You huffed, sitting up on your bed.

Neuvillette hummed, observing your face and body language, you were definitely not fine. "Don't give me that look Nevy, I swear I'm fine."

You swear? Should you really be swearing something like that..? You were not fine at all and you knew it.

"Okay fine, something did happen—well, IS happening but it's a very small matter so there's no need for you to worry."

Seconds passed with Neuvillette continuing to stare at you, but the more time passed the more he noticed how uncomfortable you got, obviously you did not want to speak about what was going on.

Neuvillette finally let out a sigh, breaking the silence. "I won't pry, Y/N. But if you ever need anything or advice I'm here, we're here." He hinted that you could talk to anyone you like (ahem the 24 men) not just him.

You were thankful for his kindness but this was your business, you didn't want to drag them into your business. "Could you leave me alone just for a bit? I'm sorry..." Neuvillette dismissed your apology and instead apologized for his behaviour.

"No, it's okay. If anything I apologize for making you uncomfortable. If you need me I'll be in the living room alright? Got to make sure those boys aren't causing a ruckus now."

His words made you smile as you nodded your head, thanking him for leaving you alone. When the door closes shut you flop down back onto your bed, finally letting your tears run freely down your cheeks.

All of your bottled-up feelings came pouring out, and you couldn't help but restrain your sobs. The taste of salt lingered on your lips, you clutched your chest, fingers digging into the fabric. Everything was all too much and you didn't know what to do, what could you do?

As each day passed you were vigilant when heading out, always looking past your shoulders just incase something were to happen. You wouldn't feel a looming presence or anything but the image of a man in a black hoodie with his face covered coming from behind and attacking you was more than enough to keep you on guard.

Your imagination was wild indeed, you thought of many things that could happen to you, maybe he would come up from behind and place a handkerchief over your mouth that was doused in some sleeping drug?!

Maybe he would follow you home and break in through your window..? That couldn't be possible anyway, you had 28 men in your house, and there was no way he would break in unnoticed.

Currently, you were seated down on a chair, swirling a silver spoon in your cup, the darkly coloured brown blending in nicely with the lighter colours, it was a pretty sight, and along with the warm aroma... It was as if the smell itself could take everything off your mind.

Sighing you looked out the window, enjoying the bright and sunny view, totally contrasting the vibe and light in the room you were in. "Mind if I sit here?"

A soft familiar voice drags you out of your thoughts as you look up, it is the woman from before. You hadn't seen her since the day she informed you about your stalker. "Huh? Oh, yeah of course!" You watch as she sets her bag down beside her chair as she sits herself down.

"What were you looking at? And why aren't you working?" She asked, cocking her head in confusion, a sigh escapes your lips before answering. "Enjoying the view I suppose, and I'm just taking a break.. oh! I haven't seen you for a bit.. how are you?"

Thanks to you, you both managed to have a pretty nice conversation, talking about your hobbies and interests and so on, you both exchanged names as well, learning that her name was Elisa.

Just as your laughter died down Elisa cleared her throat before looking around cautiously, her actions caught your attention as you too, scanned the room. "Uh what are you—" "Just checking for someone, hey, you... have you tried to get help yet? I mean the whole stalker ordeal."

Her voice was barely above a whisper but you somehow managed to hear her clearly, your eyes widened at her words. "Well... I.." You groaned, clearly frustrated.

"I tried to get the police on it but they said I didn't have any evidence and therefore couldn't file a report or something, I'm not used to dealing with these kinds of things so maybe I'm doing something wrong.."

Elisa attentively listened to your words, humming as you spoke. "I see.. what about we exchange contact, I'll help you!" Elisa grinned, your eyes widened from shock, was she really willing to help you out?

"Wait—really? Are you sure?" Still a bit shocked you narrow your eyes at her, you didn't want her caught up in your mess. "Mhm, positive. Besides, my father's the Chief!" Elisa really was an angel.

You grab out your phone before switching the phone with Elisa to exchange contact. As you typed in your number Elisa spoke up, "You haven't unlocked your phone yet." Looking up you see your phone in your face with just the lock screen on. "Oh, sorry!"

Grabbing your phone you unlocked your phone before passing it back to Elisa, you were done with your number so you set her phone down on the table, waiting for her to be done. As Elisa punched her number she couldn't help but remember your lock screen.

Speaking of phones, you really ought to buy a phone or something sooner or later to contact them in case something happens.. and vice versa.

Finally, Elisa was done as she gave your phone back before taking hers. "Your lock screen," She began, you pouted in confusion. "My.. lock screen?" Elisa nods, "who are they? They're quite handsome.." You perk up as she mentions them.

You begin to explain how they were your "friends" and when you took that picture.

"I remember the day I took this, I think this was.. a couple of days ago? I wanted to try out that "finger heart" trend on TikTok with all of them! Of course, normally it's just with two but since I wanted to include them all I just concluded for me to do the heart with him,"

You point at Al-haitham, a soft fond smile spreads across your lips remembering how he begrudgingly agreed to make a finger heart with you.

"And the rest would just make a heart with their hands!" You chirped, putting your phone back in your pocket. Elisa nods her head, a faint yet noticeable blush tinting her cheeks. "I see..."

Elisa sits there across from you, contemplating something all the while you begin to hum a soft tone and sip your drink. You both stayed silent (not that you minded), doing your own thing. Elisa occasionally glanced up at you, watching your every move and your face.

If, in the end, she helps you get that stalker in jail and lock him up.. would you help her hook her up with one of them? Just the thought itself makes her feel all giddy.

After an hour you decide to pack up your things and clock off, you were more than happy with the fact that your new friend, Elisa, would help you catch your stalker but you couldn't get your hopes up too high just yet.

You waved goodbye to Elisa and the owner before opening the door, the wind chimes tinkling with the wind. "Hey—Wait up!" Turning around you could see Elisa running towards you, her tote bag hanging on her shoulder as she rushed towards you.

"How about I walk you home? You must not feel safe nowadays.." She stated, scanning your face in the hopes of finding her answer quickly. "I guess so, thank you once again." A faint smile appears on your lips before turning around and holding the door open for her.

The walk back home was peaceful, you felt quite safe around Elisa. Besides, no person who would want to attack someone would do it out in broad daylight.. especially not when they had another person with them.

You made little talk during the walk back, opting to stay a bit quieter as you noticed how Elisa seemed to really be thinking hard. Maybe she was planning to catch the man? Either way, you shouldn't disturb her.

Finally, you reach your home, walking up to the front door you fumble for the keys in your bag. After finding it you slid it into the keyhole before turning it followed by the sound of a "click!".

You were finally home.

Turning around you waved goodbye to Elisa with a smile. "See you soon!" Elisa waved back and eye your home, so this is where you lived. It was a modest and simple.

Stepping into your home you closed the door behind you and locked it before placing your bag down and hurriedly kicking off your shoes, "I'm home!" You yelled out, taking off your jacket and placing it over a chair.

The sounds of people scurrying could be heard, and that's when you spotted Aether speed walking towards you, the others surrounding him running after him (more like you) was a funny sight and before you knew it Aether was embracing you lovingly in his arms.

"I missed you so much Y/N!" Aether blurts out, his cheek pressed against yours. "We, We missed you too Y/N" Diluc clears his throat, clearly not liking how Aether was hogging you all up.

As a bicker between the boys ensues with the attempt of Scaramouche trying to pry Aether and Heizou off of you, a small snicker escapes your lips. The scene itself was hilarious but this was what you really needed after a long day.

Scara, Heizou and Aether stopped fighting and turned to face you along with the rest of the men, some of the others were in your bedroom (they knew you were here but stayed in your room knowing you'd come in and greet them sooner or later).

"I missed you guys too." A small smile breaks outs as you pat Aether's head. With no delay, they began to fight once again, why? Apparently, you had given Childe the look that Itto saw.

Despite all the ruckus they caused (not that you're complaining but sometimes it gets out of hand, but you have the help of the others!), you still loved them regardless and enjoyed their presence.

The weekend soon came over (thank the Lord) and you could finally relax. Currently you were sitting on the floor with your back pressed up against the couch, Kaeya laid on your lap, his head resting on your thighs and boy was he in heaven.

It was as if your thighs and his head were meant to be... the perfect combo. Baizhu sat next to you, sipping on a juice box (he had grown quite fond of them) while watching the TV.

Wriothesley was sitting by your other side, chatting with Cyno, Venti and Kazuha. Yes, it was an odd sight to see them all interacting when they were all different from one another but it was cute at the same time, they were all talking about their experiences back in Teyvat.

(Cough cough Y/N please come back to Teyvat cough cough)

All the while Thoma along with Ayato were making lunch in the kitchen, it was always either Thoma, Aether or Ayato cooking but it wasn't like you were complaining.

Not only that but you were dead set on learning to bake with them, so now you had something to be looking forward to next week where you would begin your baking lessons.

As you sit there watching the TV with the men and stuffing your mouth with chips you suddenly feel a buzz next to your leg. Looking down you notice your phone screen lighting up from a text sent to you by... Elisa?

You picked up your phone and began to type back.

El: Y/N! you on? i got some really good news!

Y/N: i'm on! and really? you gotta tell me asap

You see the small chat bubble of Elisa typing, you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach as you watch her type until she sends her message.

El: we caught the guy :) long story short when i went back home i talked to my father about it and just by a chance he said that there were multiple other reports of people reporting a strange man following them and other coincidences and all...

El: my father began to search for the man on his own and guess what! he saw the same exact described man just walking around the park looking super suspicious.. i mean how stupid can a man be!! 😭

A grin spreads on your cheeks as you let out a sigh of relief, thank God... you were expecting this case to be dragged on for a bit as you've seen from the movies but ultimately it wasn't and for the better too!

After sending a message back to her, you couldn't stop yourself from profusely thanking her and her help to which she said it was no problem.

It felt as if a large boulder was lifted from your shoulders as your shoulders dropped. "Oh finally.." You muttered to yourself, closing your phone shut and placing it back down.

"Everything alright?" Kaeya questioned as he stared at your phone and back at you. "You seem quite happy." Looking down at Kaeya you smiled and nodded your head.

"Mhm, I'm really happy right now, it's nothing much don't worry." Kaeya doesn't respond but rather turns around before wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling his face in your stomach.

You were used to his affection, this was nothing compared to the other things he does. Sigh.

This whole ordeal didn't feel real, you were thankful it was over, yes, but it felt so.. quick. You were feeling uneasy and on edge for weeks but then in a day it just ends?

It didn't feel real, but it was, and you were more than happy. As you were thinking about everything you were dragged out of your thoughts by Cyno's voice.

"Hey Y/N! Want to hear some new jokes I made up just right now?" Cyno's eyes glisten with anticipation as he watches you. "Hmmm, sure why not?" The smile on your face didn't waver as you noticed how giddy Cyno looked, adorable.

Before you knew it you were laughing and tearing up how stupid yet funny Cyno's jokes were, the jokes themselves weren't so.. funny but the way he delivered them sure did something to you.

Cyno stared at you in awe as you clutched your stomach from laughter, wiping away your tears. "W—wait say t-that again! Say it again!" You cried, unable to hold back your laughter.

"Say no more!"

And in the end, you were literally sprawled out on the floor, trying your best to catch a breath. After a couple of minutes you spot Diluc right above you, Diluc crouched down and eyed you.

"Time to get up now, it's not the best to stay down on the dirty floor." You groaned at his words and closed your eyes, you felt fine and it was quite relaxing anyway.

Despite your protests to stay down and relax Diluc repositioned himself and scooped you up like it was nothing in bridal style. Not that you were complaining though.

"How come redhead can carry Y/N but we don't?" Heizou whispered to Aether. "I don't know.. because you don't... try?" "True that.. wait redhead?"

Next thing you know you were resting on Diluc's thighs (a coincidence for Kaeya to be on your thighs and now you're on Diluc's..) and staring at the men (Cyno, Itto, Wriothesley.. managed to pull him in somehow, and Thoma) below you play UNO.

"Hmmm.." You softly hummed to yourself, trying to brainstorm some ideas on what to do tomorrow as it was still the weekend, maybe shopping? No, too boring. Maybe a park...?

A park seemed like a good idea, there was a lot of space and the one you were thinking of going to wasn't too crowded and barely any people went there unless to walk their dogs.

While in your thought you felt Diluc tap your shoulder. "Thinking of something?" He asked, eyes meeting yours. You sigh and turn so that your back is on his thighs. "Yeah, what do you think of going out somewhere tomorrow? Just a park, you know."

"A park, you say?" Diluc repeated as he gave it some thought, it didn't sound too bad, besides, they've been in your house for wayyyy too long.

So why not?

"Of course, I'm sure the rest would be relieved to finally go outside and play around." Diluc held a smile as his eyes waved to the men beside him and around the living room. "I hope it goes well" You mumbled.

"I'm sure it will."

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☆ sunghoon x reader ; It was August 31st, and you were heading back home tomorrow because of school. Unfortunately, sleep didn't come easily. Your mind kept replaying all the memories you had with Sunghoon this summer, except for one. The one you'll be making tonight with the help of his camera. “Fly through the deep night to you. In the thick darkness, I will hold you again”

After all that time at university, you were finally ready to travel somewhere. Somewhere you could unwind and leave all your stress from the past few months behind. You considered traveling to a new city or even a country, which seemed like a great idea. However, you didn't have anyone to travel with because your friends had other commitments during the summer. That's when you saw your grandparents coming in sight. You don't get to see them often since they live far away, but you figured it was time for a visit. After all, you went to Hawaii when you were just 10 years old. You really missed your grandparents, but video calling was a great way to keep in touch with them.

That night, you discussed the idea with your parents and purchased the tickets for yourself. In less than a week, you had packed everything you needed into two suitcases and one bag. You brought at least five bikinis and planned to buy more when you got to your destination. You pictured yourself going to the beach every day, making new friends, learning new dances, putting flowers in your hair, drinking coconut water, and doing other fun things. This was all you could think about while you were on the plane.

When you arrived, you first met your grandmother and then your grandfather, who walked behind your grandmother with a beautiful flower lei. They were more than happy to meet you. You received many compliments and hugs from them, which made you happier than ever.

On the ride home, you rolled down the car windows and put your hands out to feel the air hit your fingers and blow your hair. The first surprise to you was the house where your grandparents parked. You didn't understand where you were. You remembered that there was a normal, cute white house with a balcony and a garden in the back, but this house was almost the opposite. At the entrance, it was kind of the same, but there were trees in front of it, so you couldn't see much from the house. When you walked in, you were shocked. The house was huge! Everything was much bigger than before, there was even a pool in the backyard, not to mention the ocean view right behind it. Your bedroom also had a window overlooking the ocean, so you could admire it every time you were there. Your grandmother bought you some bikinis, straw hats and dresses. They were so pretty and you couldn't wait to wear them while you stayed here.

The other day, just before you sat down to eat, a sudden ringing of the bell interrupted you as you were putting the food on the table. Your grandmother went to see who it was, and you continued your task.

"Grandma, who was that?" -when you looked up, she wasn't alone; a boy was standing next to her.

Your eyes widened for a moment at how handsome he was. Jet black hair and deep brown eyes. He was quite tall and slim, yet muscular. You didn't want to be weird, so you looked away. You assumed he was just some neighbor's son asking for something, but your grandmother proved you wrong.

"Y/n do you remember Sunghoon?" -she asked in a soft voice.

"Uhmm, yeah? The boy who was my best friend when I was little, right?"

"Yes, oh you remember. That's good to hear, Y/n" -she became so happy.

"But why are you asking me this now, when we have a guest? What's up with him? Is he doing well?" -you put the silverware next to the plates.

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Come on Grandma, I haven't seen him for ages and I don't even know where he lives anymore. How could I ask him anything?" -A long silence remained between the two of you, and you realized that you could be so stupid to say such things when Park Sunghoon himself stood right in front of you.

"Oh..." -all words stuck in your mouth.

"It's good to see you again Y/n! I missed you a lot!" -he stepped forward and gave you a big hug.

"Oh...Sunghoon...yeah it's nice to see you too!" -you hugged him back, still processing who you had just met.

Sunghoon was your best friend. Or is he still yours? You were not sure.

He, you and your 3 other friends formed a group of friends when you were little. There was nothing to do in the summer and your parents always worked, so you came here every summer and met these amazing people. Unfortunately, your friends moved to another country and you lost touch because you were little, but Sunghoon stayed and the last summer you were here in Hawaii, it was just the two of you, just like now.

He didn't stay for lunch, even though your grandmother tried to convince him, but it might be a good choice. It would be a lot for you at first. Still, you were so curious about Sunghoon. What happened to him over the years, how is he doing, does he have a girlfriend, what's up with his family and things like that. Wait, why did you care if he had a girlfriend?! Anyway, you went out to think about your feelings, accompanied by a tasty strawberry mocktail. You sat there for hours until you fell asleep and the only thing on your mind was Sunghoon.

The next day, you woke up in your room. Out of nowhere, you got up and went to your window to look at the sea, just in time for the sunrise. You were amazed by the beautiful sight when someone came into your sight. You immediately recognized that it was him, Sunghoon. He was sitting on the sand watching the sunrise just like you. Thinking that there was no reason to wait any longer, you wanted to talk to him and decided to go outside. You changed into your white bikini and wore a long white dress over it. You brushed your hair and did your morning routine in the bathroom. Then, as quietly as possible, you went out of the house and looked for Sunghoon. He was still sitting on the sand, wearing a white t-shirt and black pants. He was so good-looking you forgot that and also how much you loved him. You pushed your thoughts away and sat down next to him. He looked at you and smiled softly, then turned his gaze back to the sky.

After a few minutes, he finally began to talk to you. The two of you forgot about time and sat there until lunch. That day, he had lunch with you and was still talking about what had happened in the past years. You couldn't even remember the last time you felt this happy and free, but you knew that this feeling was everything to you and you didn't want it to end.

2 days later, Sunghoon asked you to go swimming in the late afternoon and you agreed. It was so much fun, you joked a lot and dived into the water where you saw beautiful fish and plants. As time passed, you felt more and more attracted to him. Sometimes you went out for dinner, coffee, and there were nights when you went out dancing hula and other dances. Some days you went swimming in the morning and some days you went swimming at night. You felt that Sunghoon must feel the same way because he showed you signs. Every other day, he would bring you a flower to put in your hair, making you blush every time. He took care of you and always brought happiness and a smile to your face.

One night when you went swimming, the two of you became closer. He kissed you for the first time. To be honest, you have been waiting for this moment since you were little and it finally happened. Sunghoon admitted that he felt the same and was ready to take steps towards you, but you stopped to come here. Yes, it was painful for both of you to bury your feelings in your hearts. But it was over and you were free to live your love lives this time. Your grandparents were incredibly happy for you both. They always knew how much you loved each other from the beginning, and they often invited him over for dinner, a day at the pool, or just to be with you. After a month, Sunghoon started sneaking into your room and spending the night with you. Those nights were your favorite because the way he made you feel had the power to make the whole world stand still for you.

All the love you had for each other, you couldn't describe what it did to your heart. And now it was the opposite of what you felt all these months. You just cried at the dinner table and felt that your heart was breaking because you knew that tomorrow morning Sunghoon wouldn't hold you in his arms, you wouldn't go swimming anymore, you wouldn't watch the sunrise anymore, you wouldn't see the lust in his eyes for you, you wouldn't be able to kiss his red lips anymore. At least for a year. It can be easy for someone, but not for you, you hated the idea of spending the days apart and you weren't ready for tomorrow.

Your grandparents tried to comfort you, but the tears didn't stop pouring from your eyes. The best idea was to go to sleep, but the moment you saw your suitcases ready to travel back to your hometown, it started again. Slowly you lay down on your bed and stared at the ceiling for hours because sleep didn't come easily. To be honest, you didn't even want to sleep because tomorrow would come faster and you didn't want that.

Before midnight, you heard your window open. It was Sunghoon.

"My love" - he said

"Sunghoon, what are you doing here?" -you ran to him and hugged him as tightly as ever.

"I know we talked about meeting tomorrow before you go back, but I couldn't be without you tonight Y/n" -he kissed your cheek.

"Do you know how much I cried today? I can't lose you Sunghoon" -tears started to form in your eyes for the nth time tonight.

"Baby, don't cry. It will only get worse. Look, I brought a camera for tonight."

"A camera?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about making a recording tonight. How do you feel about that?"

"How could we forget? That is a perfect idea baby. Let's do it." -you kissed him.

The next second, he put the camera down and started recording while you closed your door.

You kissed Sunghoon hungrily and he returned the kiss. You sucked on his tongue while his hands roamed all over your hot body. Goose bumps formed on your skin as his hands passed over every part of you. Soft moans left your mouth between wet kisses. He moved his left hand under your thigh and lifted your leg a little. You knew what he was going to do so you jumped and crossed your legs on his waist. He moved over to your bed and gently laid you down on the mattress. His kisses went from your lips to your jaw to your neck. You felt a little pain, but it was a good kind of pain. You assumed he was marking you and it made you feel even more lustful. His fangs would certainly leave deeper marks on you, but in no time his fingers traced the inside of your thigh. Sunghoon touched the hem of your dress and pulled your nightgown all the way up over your head. Revealing your already hardened nipples, he only reacted with a smile. He went back to your lower part, surprising you with his finger pressing against your clit over the fabric. "You're already so wet, baby. Let me make you feel better." He gave you a kiss on the lips before pulling off your white panties, which were a little stuck to your folds from the wetness. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispered before kissing your pussy as he grabbed your waist to keep you still. You felt his tongue doing all the tricks down there, making you tremble and scream inside for his touch. You closed your eyes and soon you felt Sunghoon put two fingers inside your pussy. Slowly he moves them in and out, making you see just starting from this. He watched your every move, all the sounds you made and he couldn't wait to hear your screams. To kiss you while you moan so loudly from the pleasure he gives to you. Sunghoon couldn't wait any longer and stripped off all his clothes. He positioned himself at your entrance and kissed you deeply the moment he pushed himself inside you.

Your folds take him so well that you have to cry out from pleasure. Making Sunghoon's wishes come true. "Don't hold back your beautiful voices Y/n" and right after that you let out a loud moan, hoping that your grandparents are asleep and don't hear anything from your room. Sunghoon just pushed himself deeper and deeper into you with a grin on his bitten lips.

"Sunghoon...mhhm"

"Tell me baby what you want"

"Please..." -you couldn't form a word anymore, just mewing nonstop.

The sounds of your skin, the kisses, the shallow breathing heightened all your senses. You buried your head in the pillows and felt like you were going to cum any second.

"Ahh.. Y/n. You feel so good." -He rolled back his eyes.

A few more thrusts and you came at the same time. His release filled you completely and as he pulled down he was covered with your white release as well. Sunghoon's muscles flexed and he collapsed next to you, sweat dripping from his face. Loud breaths filled the heated room and you could feel the cold night wind on your naked bodies. But it didn't matter, because after you had cleaned up, you were safe and sound in your lover's arms. You felt his breath on your shoulder and his heartbeat on your body. You didn't want this to be over, so you looked at Sunghoon for a few minutes after he fell asleep, capturing this moment in your mind forever.

You woke up early since it was time to go to the airport. Sunghoon was still in your bed but he was up as well. You went down to have a quick breakfast which your grandma made for you, and after he noticed Sunghoon he made another serving for him as well. Your suitcases were in the car and it was time to go. Still, you and Sunghoon were sitting on the sofa, watching the ocean view while making out.

As slowly as possible, you reached the car and Sunghoon gave you a gift bag which he insisted you open when you arrived home.

“My one and only love, please don’t cry too much. I’ll wait for you as much as it takes. I would wait for you until the end of the time because my heart belongs to you forever. Please smile a lot and call me everytime you want, I’ll be here for you Y/n! I’ll love you until the day that I die. Even after that I’ll love you. Here’s a flower for today as well” -he put the pink hibiscus in your hair. The same one he gave to you the first time- “You are the most beautiful human being in my eyes, take care, until we meet again.” -he held your hands and kissed you deeply.

“Sunghoon…” -you touched the flower and started to cry- “Thank you so much for everything, I’ll be back before you know it because life without you will be misery. I love you with all my heart until the end of time. I’ll always love you Park Sunghoon” -you pulled him in for another kiss and then waved him goodbye from the car. The two of you held back your tears but after you drove away you both broke down. You cried as much as you could until you got on your plane and he went back to work.

After a long flight and car ride, you were finally in your room. You put the flower from your hair into a glass box and then checked your messages. Of course, Sunghoon had already sent a lot of messages, but your eyes stayed on the video notification. You knew what was in the video and you couldn't wait to watch it. Before you opened it, you remembered what Sunghoon asked you to do. Open the gift.

Fighting back tears, you opened it. There was a T-shirt sprayed with his perfume, a white plush bunny, and a letter. You didn't hesitate to open it, only to find a ticket from Hawaii to your city with Park Sunghoon's name on it.

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moodboard by @chennqingg divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: swear words, Merle being Merle, a few suggestive comments (Merle), slight fluff, thirst!!!

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a/n: This is one of my favourite chapters. I hope you like it as much as I do. 🤗

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Eleven 》 《 Chapter Thirteen 》

Chapter Twelve...

...in which you make a life-changing decision and hope it takes you down the right path...

You'll stumble over this song while reading. It has just a small appearance, but I love it. It fits so well in my head.

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Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm right Tell me if you need a loving hand To help you fall asleep tonight Tell me if I know Tell me if I do Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to

'Cold Coffee' by Ed Sheeran

You couldn't believe you were doing this.

That one voice in your head screamed at you; asking if you were a few screws short of hardware store. It sounded suspiciously like Tess. And you knew it. You had been asking yourself that question ever since you sat in that damn car and headed for Georgia.

Was it really the right thing to do? Giving Daryl another chance and hoping to not get burnt a second time? You didn't know - but apparently your heart did.

Deep down you knew that the burning fire which Daryl had lit inside you had been never extinguished. Reduced to a flicker and a mere tea light candle flame, but never extinguished. You tried to... God knew you tried, but in vain. Your feelings were still there. Neatly tucked away for quite some time; buried deep, but definitely there. You couldn't deny that.

You just hoped that listening to your heart again wouldn't leave you bleeding a second time.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to get those nagging thoughts out of your head and instead fully concentrate on the traffic - which was the better option anyway.

You turned the radio louder and checked Google Maps on your phone once again; making sure that you were still driving on the correct route. Luckily, you were and did not miss a turn or something, while sunken in thoughts.

Taking another deep breath, you wiggled your cold fingertips around in the fingerless gloves you wore, in order to keep them from freezing. It hat gotten cold outside; a thin layer of snow covering the ground. No wonder... It was December; Christmas in two weeks. And unfortunately was your sweet, little car a bit older and therefore the heater slower and not as good as it used to be. It wasn't much of a problem for you, though. You wore a warm winter jacket, some thick sweatpants and a beanie. Coldness couldn't kick your butt - except your fingertips. It was one of these moments where you regretted buying fingerless gloves...

Concentrating on taking the right turn and lane, you switched from route 75 to route 475. About two more hours to go...

About three-quarters on your way from one Gainesville to the other, you made a quick food and gas stop; refilling your stomach and the car's tank. You were still slurping on your strawberry milkshake when you pulled back on the freeway; continuing your journey. Traffic was surprisingly pleasant and not too stressful. Probably because you decided to not drive straight through Atlanta and to rather avoid the state capital of Georgia. About an hour later, you finally reached your destination... Gainesville - a city you had never been to before. Therefore, you pulled your car on a small parking lot and decided to check out where you had to drive to from this point.

Of course, you had absolutely no idea where Daryl exactly lived - only that he was from Gainesville. So, where to start? Well... You and Daryl hadn't talked much about his origin; let alone his past - which was totally cool with you, but he did mention that he worked at his brother's workshop. That's where you started. Within seconds gave you Google Maps your new destination, and so you got on your way; hoping that it was the right workshop and that you'd find Daryl there...

Daryl wiped his nose with the back of his hand after getting back on his feet. The biker had just retied his boots and was now redoing the buttons on his blue overall again, after exchanging the dark blue shirt he had worn underneath with a warm sweater. It had gotten fucking cold within the last days. The snow falling gently from the sky outside was the proof.

Once finished, he checked if the portable radiator was still plucked in and working. Without that damn old thing, he would've likely frozen to the concrete floor already... All of the guys working here had one, luckily. It was the least Merle could provide for them in the winter. After all, had his big brother complained about the coldness as well.

Readjusting the fabric around his thighs of the overall he wore, Daryl squatted down and sat his ass on the creeper, before laying down and rolling back underneath the truck he was working on. During spring and summer, motorcycles were the only 'patients' being tend to in the workshop, but in fall and winter it were cars, too. Mostly trucks, though. The 'heavier' stuff.

'California Love' by 2Pac, Roger and Dr.Dre had just started to blare from the speakers through the workshop, when footsteps approached the biker. "Daryl." His brother's voice urged to his ears and he felt Merle's boot tapping his knee. "Whatcha want?" He asked; slightly muffled by the flashlight he was holding between his lips. "Got a visitor, baby brother. If you'd see what I see, ya would've moved yer ass already out there," Merle chuckled; voice dripping with suggestiveness.

Daryl rolled his eyes and moved to roll out from under the truck; fully expecting to see Leah or any other girl who had once warmed his bed, but he had certainly not expected to witness what his eyes saw... You.

There you stood - truthfully stood, beside Merle; hands stuffed in the pockets of your puffy, slighty too big winter jacket, baggy sweatpants, boots and a beanie - ever so softly smiling down at him. The flashlight fell from between his lips as his jaw dropped in sheer disbelief. He had to check twice to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't, was he? Or did Merle mix some other stuff as well in the cigarettes he rolled this mor-

"Hey, Daryl."

Your voice... Oh God's your voice... It would've brought him down to his knees, if he hadn't been on the floor already. All his body was able to do was staring for a good minute; trying to get a grip - until Merle's laugh brought him back down to earth with a jolt. "Did ya turn into a fucking fish now, Darlina? Get yer shit together, c'mon. I bet your sweetheart ain't got time all day for ya."

Daryl blinked and hastily got to his feet; clearing his throat.

Merle was right... He had to get his shit together, goddamn.

"Hey, Y/N," he jutted his chin into your direction and leaned casually against the truck; definitely trying to play it cool in front of his brother. You could tell how nervous he really was. You had seen it almost three months ago before. Internally, he was shitting his pants. You couldn't help yourself but to feel a little sorry for him and honestly? It was kinda cute.

Not that you would've minded anyways. You were quite a bit distracted by his undoubtedly hot look. Why did a fucking overall look that good on him? It truly wasn't fair.

You swallowed and redirected your eyes up to his; giving him another soft smile. "Can we, uh, can we talk?" The biker quickly nodded, "O-Of course we can talk." and immediately went to grab the familiar red rug from his back pocket to wipe his hands, before he turned to the older Dixon. "Merle, get lost, will ya?" Merle gave him a dirty smile, "Whatever ya say, baby brother." and started to walk away. "But no fuckin' in the car - unless I can join." "Shuddup, Merle!" You watched the two brothers bickering; smiling but also blushing. Merle was very... blunt and bold and had certainly no brain to mouth filter.

"Sorry 'bout that," Daryl instantly apologised and redirected your attention on him. "Merle's a goddamn jerk." "But he's your brother," you said with a small smile; knowing very well how big siblings could be. But after all, none less loved. "Yeah..." Daryl just said; his eyes trained on you as if he was still trying to grasp that you were here - something you couldn't and definitely wouldn't blame him for. Not after the brush-off you gave him three months back.

Still a bit overwhelmed yourself of seeing him again after quite some time, you stayed silent for a few moments yourself, before you spoke up - but the words you had formed in your head weren't the ones that left your lips... "Aren't you freezing in that flimsy thing?" Of course, you referred to the overall. Internally squeezing your eyes shut, you scolded yourself for starting this important conversation so... dumbly and random. Apparently was the primal part of you brain still in control and busy with ogling and drooling over the man in front of you.

Gods, like a schoolgirl... Are you done now, Y/N?

"Nah, I, uh, 'm wearin' a warm sweater underneath, so... 'S fine," Daryl shrugged and looked down himself; handling your weird question like a pro. You nodded, "Good. I was just wondering..." and tried to turn the tide; steering this conversation into the direction you wanted it to be.

Clearing your throat, you took a step closer.

"Daryl, I... I've been thinking a lot... About this. About us... About everything that happened..." He swallowed hard. "I listened to my heart, tried to figure out what it wants and... I... It wants me to give you a second chance. It wasn't an easy decision - given the circumstances and I thoroughly hope that I'm not going to regret it."

Daryl's eyes widened at your words; heart hammering quickly against his ribcage. He could hardly believe his luck. You were here - and you had just granted him a second chance. "Ya really wanna...?" You nodded; biting your lip. "Just don't make me regret it, please." The biker vehemently shook his head. "Won't, I promise. I mean it. I do. I love ya." You nodded. "I know. You told me so, but... You gotta proof it. You have to earn my trust. I can't just give it away freely. Not again. Not after what happened." Daryl understood. Hell, of course he did.

"Anything, Y/N. Jus' tell me whatcha have in mind." You took a deep breath. "A fresh start. We do this properly this time. Get to know each other better, go on dates... You know what I'm talking about." Daryl nodded; chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. "Two weeks. I promised my family to be home by Christmas, but until then, I am all yours. We should make the most out of those two weeks. You should, Dar. Show me that this is what you truly want and that I'm not just for your pleasure."

The last sentence nagged at his heart, because he knew now that you were anything but that. And damnit, he certainly wanted to make the most out of the time you gifted him to spent with you. He fully intended on showing you - even if it meant for him to leave his comfort zone and jump over his shadow. Daryl couldn't let go of you again. It would entirely break him.

"I promise, Y/N. Yer all I want, 'n 'm gonna show ya." You gave him a sweet, honest smile, "I'll see you around then." and turned to walk away - but Daryl stopped you after a few moments. "Whatcha say if I take ya out for dinner tonight? That too, uh, bold?" "No. Dinner sounds just fine. At seven?" Daryl nodded. "Gonna pick ya up, a'right? Where ya stayin' anyway?" "Uh, in that motel close to the medical centre." The biker nodded once again. "Yeah, I know what ya mean. Know where tha' is." "Perfect." You gave him another soft smile. "See you later then." "Yeah, see ya."

He watched you walk away and out of the workshop. Once thing was certain... Daryl definitely needed a moment to process and realise what just happened.

Grabbing your purse from the bedside table and sliding it in the pocket of your fluffy winter jacket, you walked over to the door of your motel room and got inside your shoes. After a deep breath and a last look in the mirror, you left the room; locking it behind you.

A cocktail of emotions was flowing through your veins. Nervosity, excitement, uncertainty, anticipation and even some fear. Everything seemed so... familiar and yet so strange. You still hoped that you gave the scar on your heart enough time to heal and that the stitches wouldn't get ripped open again - but when you stepped out of the building and saw Daryl standing there; leaning against a - presumably his truck, your heart skipped a beat - and the positivity suddenly outweighed the negativity.

The biker straightened once he saw you; shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his - wait a second... Did your eyes betray you? You blinked; had to look twice. No... They didn't. It was real. He truly wore black slacks, boots, a blue woollen, cosy looking sweater and - suspenders.

Your jaw dropped. You had never see him wear something 'fancy' like that.

"Daryl?" He gave you a small, nervous smile. "Hey." You blinked again; clearly surprised and mind-blown. "That truly you?" You asked in (positive) disbelief; giving him a once-over. The man across from you blushed hard. Even the tips of his ears glowed red. "T-Too much?" He looked down himself; completely uncertain and clearly insecure. "'M lookin' like a damn idiot, right?" Daryl muttered under his breath and ducked his head.

You immediately shook your head. "No! No, you don't! It's just..." You bit your lip, "Different..." and added quickly: "But I like it, Dar! I really do. You look super cute. A real cutie patootie."

"Cute?" He grumbled and immediately tried to regain his composure to play it cool; lifting his head again. He scoffed. "Ain't cute. 'M a real t-" "A real tough biker boy, I know..." You started to smile. "But not right now. Right now, you're the cutest guy I have ever seen."

Daryl just stared at you for a moment, before a shy smile crept its way on his face. "Well, uh... In that case..." He looked down himself once again. "'M glad ya like it."

Silence settled over the both of you, since you had just answered him with another smile. Before said silence could get awkward, Daryl stepped in and gestured to his truck. "Shall we?" You nodded. "Please. It's getting cold out here. How the hell aren't you freezing?" The biker shrugged his shoulders and went to open the passenger door of the vehicle for you - all gentlemen-like and shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Guess 'm just used to the cold. 'Sides, I mostly wear a few layers underneath." "Valid point." You sat inside. "Thanks." The man gave you a nod and closed the door, before he rounded the car and sat in the driver's seat; starting the engine.

"Thought you only drive bikes?" You asked him after he had pulled off on the road. "Yeah, well, nah. Drivin' a bike in the snow's unfortunately not quite workin' out, so I have to settle on this one fer the winter season." You smiled; admiring the interior of the truck. "I like it." "Yeah?" "Uh.Huh. Suits you." Daryl didn't say anything, but the small twitch of the corners of his mouth was answer enough.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sat in the not too fancy, but definitely cosy restaurant; food and drinks ordered. You would've lied if you said that it wasn't awkward at first; the conversations kinda weird and uncomfortable, but once both - you and Daryl had 'warmed up' to each other again, it was pleasant and familiar.

"So yer studying in Florida now?" "Uh.Huh," you mumbled from behind your hand and swallowed down the remaining food in your mouth, before you continued to speak. "Yes. I kind of always had that dream to study agricultural economics. I grew up with it, so... Animals and farming always were and forever will be a part of my life. Had to earn enough money to study first, though." Daryl nodded. "'S why ya were workin' at yer uncle's - right? - ranch." You took a sip of your cola. "Exactly." The man sitting across from you gave you a smile. "'S amazin', really. 'M, uh, happy for ya tha' you could follow yer dream." You reciprocated his smile and watched him take a bite out of his burger. "Thanks."

After your first proper date with Daryl, you laid in the not super comfortable bed of the motel; staring at the ceiling.

You wouldn't say it was the best date you ever had, but it was definitely a good start in the new beginning. It really felt like everything was put back to zero and you both got to know each other anew again.

It felt like a step in the (hopefully) right direction.

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Ties That Bind - Chapter 1

Pairing: Aaron Pierre and OC, Jade Laurent

Warnings: Minors DNI. Language.

Summary: One night stand gone wrong.

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Chapter 1: Surprise

Her whole world boiled down to a tiny pink plus sign. Jade Laurent stared at the pregnancy test her in her hand, feeling like everything was collapsing around her. She couldn't be pregnant. Not now. Not like this. She leaned heavily against her bathroom counter, running a hand through her thick hair. 

"Fuck."

Her cell phone vibrated on the counter and she sighed when she saw that it was her father, the absolute last person she wanted to talk to right now. She grabbed the phone and muted the call. Jade took a look at herself in the mirror, trying her hardest not to freak out. Thanks to her career as an ad executive, she made great money and could afford to give a baby everything it would ever need or want. But she didn't want to do this alone... that had never been her plan. But clearly plans were out the window now. She'd been told at 25 that she would most likely never conceive naturally. So she'd frozen some of her eggs in the hopes that one day, she'd meet the right man and they'd be able to try artificial insemination. But this baby, the result of a one night stand with a devastatingly beautiful man, was nothing less than a miracle. Jade sighed, covering her face with her hands. They hadn't exchanged numbers at any time before or after their night of passion, so she'd have to reach out to the friend who'd invited her to the party where she'd met him. 

"Jade? Josh is asking for you."

Jade wiped her damp cheek and tucked the test away in her purse. She'd deal with this later. The face that stared back at her in the mirror looked shaken, not the confident Jade she was used to seeing. Her deep brown skin lacked its usual glow.

"I'll be right out, Chloe!"

She schooled her face and ran her fingers through her dark hair, fluffing the soft curls to perfection. Time to get back to boss mode. Her face was almost doll like and the makeup she wore delicately emphasized her best feature, her big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes. She blotted her lips one quick time and stepped out of her private bathroom, smiling when she saw her assistant Chloe waiting to accompany her. 

"Everything ok?"

"I'm fine. Still fighting that cold, that's all."

Chloe handed Jade her MacBook and the two women headed towards the conference room. This was going to be their second pitch meeting for a new fitness supplement product. They'd finalized everything except their celebrity endorsements. The ad agency she worked for recently partnered with DC Comics, so Jade was expecting a handful of actors for the commercial and accompanying ad campaign. She pasted a smile on her face as she made her way into the conference room, greeting a few of her coworkers as she slid into an empty seat.

Honestly, she zoned the majority of the meeting out, offering input only when it was directly asked of her. Her mind was on a million other things, most importantly, the baby in her belly. Jade cleared her throat when they began going over the men they wanted for the ad campaign. She felt the breath leave her body when HIS face appeared on the large screen in front of her. They'd chosen a still from Rebel Ridge and his blue-green gaze seemed to stripped her bare through the screen. She hadn't been prepared for the reminder of just how incredibly beautiful the father of her child was. Aaron Pierre, or just Aaron as he'd introduced himself to her that night, seemed to stare into her soul from the screen and she cleared her throat, glancing away. 

"This guy is my pick. I mean just look at him. Women love him. And men hate him because they want to be him. If he weren't an actor, I could totally see him being a male model. People would eat up anything he sold," Josh said, a smirk on his face when he saw quite a few people in the room nodding in agreement. 

"I think it's between him and Jason Ritter. Ritter does have a more mainstream appeal."

Josh scoffed as he glanced over at one of his co-workers.

"What? Because he's white? He's no more mainstream that Aaron. Trust me, I've done my research on this guy. He went viral because of a damn dance down a hallway. This is the guy. Bring them both in for a screen test, but I guarantee that the bosses are going to want to go with this guy. Jade, what do you think?"

Jade cleared her throat as she found the attention on her again.

"I agree with Josh. I read over this guy's background and he's one of the top guys as far as who people are talking about right now. Rebel Ridge really put him on the map, especially with the female demographic. Considering this supplement is marketed to both men and women, I think he's our best bet. But by all means, bring them both in for screen tests and we can let the bosses decide. I can reach out and see if we can get them in here next week."

"Sounds great."

The meeting ended and Jade headed back to her office with Chloe at her side.

"Those two are hooooooot. Can I please come to the shoot?"

Jade chuckled as she glanced over at the younger woman. Honestly, she couldn't blame her one bit. Both men were deliciously attractive. 

"Of course you can come, Chloe. We're gonna need the help. Just don't drool where anyone can see you," she said with a soft laugh. "Can you take care of sending out the screen test info to their people?"

"You got it. When do you want them here?"

"If possible, I'd like to see if they're available at the end of next week. I want to get the ball rolling on this as soon as possible."

Chloe nodded as she quickly took notes.

"Crew?"

"I'll call Javi and see if he's free for the test shoots. He knows how I work."

"Which guy do you want for the campaign?"

Jade pursed her lips as she thought about what she was going to say, not wanting Chloe to look too far into her answer.

"Jason seems like a sweetheart and all, but... you know I like them big. Plus there's that accent. I'd buy anything that man tried to sell me. My vote is for Aaron."

Chloe snickered as she glanced over at her boss.

"I agree. Something about those eyes of his. He looks like... like a real man, you know?"

"Oh, I know. Trust me. I'm going to go grab a coffee. You want anything?"

"Umm... one of those cookie things please?"

"Ok, I'll be right back," she said as she handed her laptop to Chloe.

Jade was in desperate need of some fresh air. She took a deep breath as she pushed the building's heavy glass doors open and stepped out into the sunlight. Her mind was moving in a million directions all at once, still struggling to process the news of her pregnancy. She still had no idea how she was going to tell Aaron. What if he didn't want a baby? What if he asked her to get an abortion? She didn't even know if he lived in Los Angeles. Jade was more than open to co-parenting this baby, but what happened if he lived eight hours away? Or across the country. She pulled the heavy Starbucks door open and headed inside, ordering her usual latte and her assistant's cookie. As she waited for her drink, her mind drifted back to that incredible night. Mind blowing didn't even begin to describe how good in bed the man was. He was an astonishingly giving lover, making her orgasm over and over before he was even completely naked. And once she'd managed to get him stripped out of the expensive suit he'd been wearing, his body had become her own private playground. He was just so damn big, muscle on muscle, and strong enough to do whatever he'd wanted to do to her. After they'd made love, he didn't leave. He held her in his arms, cradling her close as they fell asleep together. Jade had never felt safer or more content than she had that night in his arms. 

And she'd left him before sunrise. 

Snuck out like she was ashamed of the incredible passion she'd shared with a man she'd only known for a few hours. 

Jade shook her head as she thought about the cowardly way she'd ended their one night stand. True be told, she was more than a little ashamed. He hadn't even had to work every hard to get into her panties. For a woman like Jade, one who prided herself on being a little hard to get for the average man, it was a bit of a blow to her ego the way she'd so easily succumbed to the handsome Brit. She'd tried to rationalize with herself that she deserved to cut loose sometimes. It had been forever since she'd had sex before him. And hell, she'd never had sex that good in her entire life. She hadn't even left the man her number. He had no way to contact her, even if he'd wanted to. Maybe this pregnancy was a punishment for the way she'd treated him after. Jade already knew that when she first reached out to him, there was a good chance that he would't be too receptive to anything she had to say. But she also knew that she had to swallow her pride and call him. He deserved to know about his child. She headed back up to the office with coffee and treats in tow. Once she made it back upstairs, Chloe greeted her with the news that she'd booked both test shoots for the following Thursday. That gave her less than a week to gather the nerve to come face to face with Aaron Pierre. 

-

It was the day of the test shoots and Jade couldn't shake the nausea that had been in the pit of her belly all damn day. It was going to the first time she was seeing Aaron in almost two months and she was absolutely terrified. Both actors were due to arrive shortly and Jade was trying desperately to quell the terror in her belly. She was wearing her favorite peach colored shirt and a skirt that clung nicely to her softly rounded hips. After checking to make sure that her makeup was perfect, she took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. It was just her luck that he was standing out in the hallway, waiting to go into the small studio space. He hadn't seen her just yet and she took a moment to just drink his broad shouldered form in. Aaron Pierre was a truly incredible specimen. He had to be at least a solid 225 and was the kind of man who would always made her feel incredibly safe. He must have sensed her behind him and turned to face her. Jade's breath quickened and she felt her nipples peak. Damn... the father of her child was one beautiful man. His skin was the richest shade of caramel brown and all she could focus on was the memory of the way his sweat tasted on her tongue. Goddamn hormones!

"Jade."

Damn. Even the way he said her name was sexy.

"Aaron... it's good to see you."

"Is it?"

Jade frowned, glancing away. She deserved that one. 

"I had that coming."

"I heard you recommended me for this."

She glanced back up at him, nodding slowly.

"I did. Thought you'd be great for our campaign."

"That the only reason?" 

His green eyes held her captive, a mix of anger and passion swirling in their depths. Seeing her again did something to him, set him off kilter in a way he wasn't used to. As he glared down at her, the scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla, bergamot and amber, drifted up to him. Images of her writhing beneath him, her fiery dark eyes meeting his as she took every fat inch of him inside her came to mind and he could feel his traitorous dick swelling in his pants. Aaron vividly remembered every single moment of their night together and it often replayed like the world's cruelest sex tape in his mind.

"No. That wasn't the only reason. I needed to see you again."

"Oh, so you can leave me alone in a hotel room again?"

"Aaron... I'm sorry," she whispered, glancing around before looking up at him. "I've never-"

"You know what? Save it. Spare me the 'never done the one night stand' line."

"I'm not lying," she hissed.

His dark eyes narrowed on her gorgeous face before he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I hope it was worth it, Jade. Cause no one is ever going to fuck you like I did."

The words hit her like a blow to the gut and she watched as he turned on his heel and stalked back towards set. Jade glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to their interaction. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to mentally prepared to deal with this shoot. Today was going to be a hell of a day. She took a couple of deep, calming breaths before steeling herself. As she stepped on set, her eyes were immediately drawn to where Aaron was standing on his mark. He was talking with her camera guy, Javi, about what they were going to shoot next. The whole purpose of test shoots like this was to see how someone looked on camera and to see if their charisma translated through the screen. She focused her eyes on the monitors, noticing right away how good he looked on camera. Too damn good. Her eyes eagerly drink in his tall, broad shouldered form. Her teeth worried her lush bottom lip as she remembered the way his full lips kissed over every part of her body, those massive hands of his holding her down and making her take all of him. 

"Fuck..."

"What'd you say, Jade?"

Jade cleared her throat, glancing over at her assistant.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"That is one fine ass man."

Jade snickered softly when she looked over and saw the look on Chloe's face.

"And he looks great on camera. I know they're gonna want to go with him."

Both women focused their attention on Aaron as they ran through a few more poses. Jade tucked a thick chunk of dark hair behind her ear as she walked closer to the action. She fanned herself with the folded script that she had in her hand, suddenly feeling the heat from all of the lights on set. Aaron glanced up, making eye contact with her and holding the stare. Those incredible eyes of his held her captive and she was frozen in place. The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk as he let his eyes drift down to her breasts before back up to meet her gaze. The man knew exactly what he was doing to her. She looked away, blinking rapidly as she felt a bout of dizziness overwhelm her. Panic gripped her body in a cold fist and she raised her gaze back to Aaron's, seeing the way his cocky smirk quickly changed into a look of worry. Him rushing towards her was the last thing she saw before everything went black.

Seeing Jade go from rosy cheeked and turned on to watching her body sway unsteadily had Aaron's heart clenching in his chest. He made it to her just in time to keep her head from hitting the hard floor and he cradled her limp body in his arms. Aaron quickly checked her pulse, relieved to find it strong and steady. The young woman he'd seen standing at Jade's side knelt next to them, panic written all over her face. 

"Oh my god! Is she ok?"

"She didn't hit her head and her pulse is strong. Has she ever fainted before?" Aaron asked.

"Not that I know of," Chloe murmured, biting her bottom lip. "Jade doesn't get sick...We should take her to the hospital. But she'll kill me if I cause a scene with an ambulance and it turns out that she's fine."

"My truck's out back. I can drive her."

Chloe glanced up at the handsome Brit for a moment before giving him a quick nod. Better safe than sorry. 

"Let's go."

Jade's head lolled against his powerful chest as he carried her slight body out to his truck. As much as his ego was bruised after she'd abandoned him in his hotel room, that didn't mean a thing to his traitorous heart. He gently laid her in the backseat, resting her head against Chloe's lap. Her assistant gently brushed her hair out of her face, letting Aaron know that their relationship went a bit deeper than just work. After programming the nearest hospital into the SUV's GPS, they were on their way to the emergency room. He glanced in the rearview mirror, frowning when he noticed that Jade hadn't stirred at all and her beautiful dark skin looked clammy. They pulled up to the emergency entrance of the hospital and Aaron carefully gathered the unconscious woman in his arms, her head heavy on his chest as he carried her inside. 

"She collapsed a few minutes ago," he said urgently to the nurse who rushed over to them.

"Does she have a history of fainting?"

"No," Chloe said with a shake of her head. "But she did get sick at work a few days ago."

The nurse nodded, motioning for Aaron and Chloe to follow her. They were led to a curtained off area and Aaron gently laid Jade's limp body on the bed. He held her hand in his, his forehead creased with worry. Her color was slowly coming back, but she hadn't stirred much since she'd fainted. A doctor walked in, immediately going to prop her legs up and check her blood pressure.

"How long ago did she faint?" The doctor asked, his gaze flicking between Aaron and Chloe.

"Maybe 5 minutes or so. Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"That's what we're working on," he murmured, asking a nurse to set her up with an IV.

Jade stirred, a little frown appearing between her dark eyebrows. She groaned softly before her eyes fluttered, wincing against the harsh florescent lights.

"Where am I?"

"You're at Cedars-Sinai, Miss. Can you tell me how you're feeling?"

Her eyes flicked down to her hand, which was still being held tight in Aaron's big paw. She met his worried gaze before looking away.

"I-I... I feel a little woozy."

"Alright. I'm going to run some tests on you and we're gonna get you right as rain."

Jade nodded and she swallowed softly. The doctor quickly drew her blood, leaving her along in the observation room with Aaron and Chloe. When they ran blood tests on her, they'd discover her pregnancy. She needed Aaron to hear it from her before he overheard it from them. 

"Um... Chloe, can we have a minute alone please?"

"Of course," Chloe murmured. "I'll be outside. I'll cancel your 3 o'clock."

Aaron's cat-like green eyes met hers, his stare a bit unnerving. 

"I need to talk to you."

Jade braced herself against the bed, trying to push herself into a sitting position. Aaron tucked a pillow behind her before dragging a small chair over and cramming his big body into it. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his massive thighs as he looked over at her. 

"Are you sick?" He asked softly. "Is that why you left the way you did?"

"I left because I was ashamed," she murmured, her dark eyes focused on the pulse in his throat. "I really never have done anything like that before. I...I was scared you'd think less of me in the morning. I thought I'd save myself the embarrassment and just leave before you could kick me out of your room."

"Jade, I don't think any less of you because of what we both chose to do that night."

"You don't?" she whispered before meeting his gaze again. 

"Of course not. You're a beautiful woman... I had to shoot my shot with you. I was more than ready to earn you."

She scoffed softly.

"Looks like you don't have to worry about that. Didn't make you work hard to get me at all."

Aaron shook his head as he reached out, taking her small hand in his. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her satin soft skin.

"Stop that. Let me earn you this time. Let me do what I'd planned to do that morning. I wanted to take you out to breakfast... get to know the pretty girl with the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen."

"Aaron..."

"Why are you so hesitant?"

"Because... there's something I need to tell you. I didn't- I never thought something like this could happen to me. I was told a long time ago that it would be damn near impossible."

"Jade-"

"I'm pregnant. It's yours."

Jade felt all the air go out of her body with a big whoosh. Her eyes flicked to his face, immediately clocking the shock etched into his handsome features. His big hand tightened on hers and his green gaze dropped to her belly.

"I found out last week. I didn't know how to contact you and then you just fell into my lap like this. I swear... Aaron, I didn't think this was possible for me."

"What do you mean "didn't think this was possible?""

"I was told that a natural pregnancy wasn't in the cards for me. I guess you've got magical sperm or something." She let out a small, slightly hysterical laugh. Her heart felt like it was about to pound out of her chest.

Aaron reached out, gently cradling her cheek with his free hand and Jade couldn't help the way her eyes closed and she tilted her face into his touch. There was something so calming, so grounding about his touch.

"So... what do you want to do, Jade?"

"What do you mean "what do I wanna do"? This is the both of us."

"This isn't how I expected to be welcoming my first child. But... we did this together. If you wanna do this, I'm going to do it with you."

"How do you know I'm gonna be a good mom?"

"How do either of us know what kind of parents we're gonna be? All we can do is learn together. I meant what I said, Jade. If you want to have this baby... I take care of my responsibilities. I'll be here for you, however you need."

When her teary gaze met his, something tugged at his heart and the instinct to protect her was overwhelming. Aaron stood, gently pulling her into his arms. He softly stroked her hair, murmuring to her when she began to sob, her entire body shaking as she cried. His fingertips gently rubbed her scalp, his large hand cradling the back of her head.

"I-I'm so scared, Aaron."

"Shhh... It's ok, sweetheart. It's gonna be ok. You're not alone."

Aaron was quickly realizing that her tears were like kryptonite to him. Hearing the news that he was going to be a father was like a gut punch to him. It had felt like all the air was taken out of the room in that moment and all he could think about was her, big and pregnant with his baby in her belly. That thought unleashed something in him, something dark and fiery. She was pregnant. With his baby. Their baby. He was going to be a dad... Timing wise, this was absolutely the worst time in his career for something like this to be happening. His film Mufasa had just premiered and his PR team had been carefully crafting his image, hoping to set him up as one of Hollywood's next top leading men. For the sake of optics, it was best he appear to be a carefree bachelor. But this baby would be here in less than a year. Everything would change. Everything would HAVE to change. His parents had raised him to be a man who took care of his responsibilities and he wasn't about to disappoint them now. And she didn't get into this situation by herself. He wasn't about to let her deal with the consequences alone. Her sobs quieted down into soft sniffles. She sighed when Aaron pressed a tender kiss to her temple before pulling back to get a look at her.

"Do you want to keep the baby?"

Her eyes searched his face for a moment before nodding mutely.

"I've always wanted to be a mom. I feel... I feel like this baby is a blessing. I mean, I'm on birth control. We used condoms. And despite all that, it still happened... You really wanna be there?"

"I do. And I meant what I said earlier. I would love the opportunity to get to know you, to earn you. I guess now we just just have an added incentive, huh?"

"We definitely do..."

The way he gently cradled her face in his massive hands made her feel like a princess. Her long dark lashes fluttered shut when he leaned and and pressed his lips against hers. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest as he kissed her like she was something precious, his tongue tracing along the seam of her lips, asking to be let inside. Her moans went straight to his dick and he grunted against her full lips. Jade was hands down the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and now he was irrevocably tied to her for the rest of his life. It was a heady sensation. A knock at the door had them breaking apart. Aaron retained his hold on her small hand as the doctor entered the room.

"So we got the results of your tests back and... Ms. Laurent, are you aware that you're pregnant?"

Jade's eyes flicked over to Aaron and he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"I just found out last week."

"Is everything ok with the baby?" Aaron asked.

The doctor nodded, his eyes back down on her paperwork.

"Fainting isn't uncommon in early pregnancy. All your bloodwork came back just fine. You are dehydrated though, so I'm going to have you finish off this IV and then I'll get you a script for prenatal vitamins. You should make an appointment with your OB-GYN as soon as possible just to know exactly how far along you are. Congratulations... gonna be a beautiful baby."

Aaron took note of the way her pretty brown skin flushed and had to agree with the doctor. Their baby was going to be absolutely perfect.

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Gator Tillman x fem!reader Gator takes you in the shitty bathroom at your shitty job. wc: 3k Part 2: The Refill a/n: hello i am back missed y'all sm<3 lmk if i missed a tag.

contains: mean gator, power play, harassment, name-calling, bathroom sex, p in v, creampie, slight dubcon if you squint?, rough sex

The bar wasn’t known for its quality, to say the least. And nor were you its finest waitress. But the alcohol was cheap, which attracted even cheaper people, and things conveniently managed to slip under the radar around here. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but you needed it to get by, and that’s all that mattered. 

Which, of course, had all come crashing down today. Your boss had pulled you aside before your shift, saying tonight was going to be your last shift. Something about not working hard enough, receiving ‘one too many complaints’ from one of the regulars. When you asked who it was, all he said was that it was one of the cops that frequented the bar.

You knew exactly who your boss was talking about, and it angered you like you couldn’t believe. 

Truth be told, you couldn’t give a shit, and there was no denying that. It was a shitty fucking job at a shitty bar. You earned just enough to pool together your hourly minimum wage and the crappy tips to be able to afford rent. But it was a job, it was something at least. Now you had nothing, and it was all thanks to that stupid deputy who found amusement in your misery.

It was another long, dreadful night. You had grown accustomed to the loud music and dim lights by now; this job had been your routine for months. Still, your feet were aching and your head was starting to pound, and your shift was nowhere over tonight. At least it’d be your last. Except, that meant you had nowhere else to turn, and even landing this shitty job had taken you so long. Still, you had to suck it up for the next few hours.

The bar wasn’t slow, but it was a Thursday night. Not exactly packed either, which meant less tips. You wished your boss had at least given you till the end of the week, but there was nothing you could do. He’d already hired someone new, she was replacing you tomorrow.

You had heard him and his friends enter before you even turned, they somehow had managed to be louder and more infuriating than the shitty bar music. They were rowdy, loud, messy, and the worst kind of table you’d want on a night like this. Or any night, really. But tonight specifically. You didn’t want to see him, the reason you had gotten fired. 

Gator Tillman was, of course, leading the pack of cops, with his stupid deputy vest and cargo pants as he strutted into the bar with confidence. His hair was slicked back, albeit starting to come undone. They must’ve just gotten off work. 

Unfortunately for you, Gator and his group of dumbfucks were regulars, often making your already-excruciating shifts more miserable. Often claiming you’d got their order wrong, whistling at you like a dog or yelling at you to catch your attention, bumping into you and spilling drinks on the floor which they’d relish in watching you mop up. It was worse when the bar was packed; full of drunk sweaty men who didn’t take kindly to the floor being sticky.

And Gator was, of course, the worst of them all. You’d never hated someone more. Even the sleazy customers who’d grab at your ass or hit on you were manageable; you knew how to handle them. But there was no handling Gator. He was, quite literally, the law. It was his way, or you were getting no tip (not that he was very generous), or a drink spilled on your clothes or shoes.

With a deep breath in, you approached the table, hoping tonight would have semblance of normalcy - whatever normal was with him.

He was the first to notice you, his signature smirk plastered on his face when you approached. “There she is,” Gator drawled, as if he was excited to see you. Excited to ruin your night probably. Well, the joke was on him. Tonight couldn’t get any worse. He seemed to notice the fatigue in your stance, reaching out and tugging on your half apron harshly. “This new?”

You tried to step away, but his grip only tightened, as if he had anticipated your move. 

“What can I get you guys?” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral. Subtly, you glanced down at your outfit. You were wearing a white t-shirt and a little red skirt, nothing too special. But you were irritated, how did he know it was new?

“The usual, a round of beers for everyone,” Gator replied, his fingers still digging into your skirt. “I like this on ya, sugar. Though I gotta say, it does make you look a little slutty. Or d’you like that? Is it gettin’ ya a lot of tips?” 

You wanted to yell at him, call him names. Your patience tonight was already at an all-time low, and it didn’t help that his friends were cocksuckers who loved giggling at every single thing Gator did to piss you off or rile you up. But you held it in; you didn’t want to cause a scene and your shift to end early. You couldn’t afford to miss out on any cash now; even the minimum wage you received hourly at this stupid fucking job. 

With a tight-lipped smile, you turned away. You guessed that was a mistake, because his hand dug down into your tights, causing it to tear with a loud rip. You glanced down in disbelief.

“Oops,” he said smugly while his friends laughed loudly, causing your cheeks to burn. “Butterfingers.” 

Maybe it was the fact that you had just been fired tonight, or maybe it was that you were tired of Gator’s antics, but your eyes stung with tears. Before he or his dumbass friends could notice and give you shit for it, you turned away quickly, walking to the bar. 

You returned with their drinks, sliding over the glasses of beer. In the corner of your eye, you could tell Gator was watching you closely, but you pretended not to notice. God, you wanted tonight to be over. 

With another forced smile, you had started to turn away. But Gator wouldn’t make your life that easy. Swiftly, he lifted his beer and splashed onto your chest and down your skirt, the cold liquid making you flinch. Your ears were starting to ring, overwhelmed by the sounds of his friends laughing like he was the funniest man ever; their leering eyes on you as your white shirt clung against your bra, the beer seeping into the fabric.

“Oh, clumsy,” said one of Gator’s friends with a sneer. “Givin’ us a real nice view though.”

Frustration bubbling up, you turned to look at him, your lips parted to cuss at him. “You fucking asshole,” you snapped before you could help yourself, stepping back. That caused a low whistle from someone in the group. You’d surprised even yourself. “You’re so-”

Gator blinked up at you with a scarily blank expression, as if challenging you to say anything else. The clench of his jaw shut you up, and you walked away to grab a rag. 

After you were done with cleaning up the table and floor, Gator and his friends watching with amusement, you had finally managed to enter the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

Your cheeks were burning with humiliation and you were almost trembling with anger. You didn’t know why; you were used to Gator being an asshole. It was nothing new. 

Dabbing at your skirt with wet tissues, you knew it was a lost cause. You were going to have to endure being sticky and stinking of beer for the rest of the night. 

You glanced up when the door swung open hard, hitting against the wall with a loud thump. In strided Gator. 

“You’ve got a mouth on ya tonight, huh?” he asked, watching you continue to dab at your soaked skirt. “What, you think you can swear at me-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Gator blinked, momentarily surprised. He was closer now, leaning against the sink beside you. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this; fiery and snappy. For the sake of your job, you’d mostly managed to keep your mouth shut and endure his stupid little games. But now, you couldn’t give less of a fuck. You wanted to offend him, make him feel as angry as you were.

To your surprise, however, Gator was suddenly grinning, as if he found all of this very amusing.

“Ah, look who’s finally snapped,” he smirked. “There’s that bitchy attitude.”

You turned back to your skirt. You snatched your hand away when he tried taking the tissues from you. “Fuck off, Gator. I’m not in the mood.” 

“Jesus, what crawled up your ass?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowed. “Just tryin’ to help your sweet little ass clean up, it’s a sexy fuckin’ skirt.” 

Before you could register what you were doing, your palm made contact with his cheek, the loud smack echoing through the walls of the bathroom. He let out a soft grunt, clearly caught-off guard. “Fuck you.”

He didn’t move. His jaw clenched as he towered over you, taking a step closer. “Try that again and see where it’ll land you.”

“This is all your fault!” you snapped. “Because of you, I’m getting fired, and you always have to be a fuckin’ asshole-”

“Whoa, hey, whoa,” he smirked. “It’s not my fault you’re a shitty waitress. Y’know, maybe if you flashed a smile once in a while, you wouldn’t be getting fired.”

You knew that was partially true, but you were too blinded by rage to even care. 

“Fuck off, Gator, I know it was you who complained to my boss.”

“Look, it ain’t my-” He shot you a confused look, pausing. “What the fuck are you even talkin’ about?”

“Stop fuckin’ lying, I know it was you. My boss told me it was one of the cops.” You lifted your arm again to slap him, but he was faster. 

Gator grabbed your wrist before it could reach his face, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Now,” he said lowly, his eyes darkened, “normally, I might’ve felt sympathy for a hot thing like you gettin’ fired, but you’re pissing me off.”

You squirmed, trying to lift your leg to knee him, but he was quick to push you back.

“You’re really askin’ for it, huh?” he grunted, all the amusement from before vanished now. He took another step closer.

Blinking up at him, you scoffed. “What are you going to do? You’ve already snitched to my boss like a little bitch-”

He swiftly turned you and slammed you against the nearest wall, causing your chest to squish up uncomfortably against the cool tiles.

“I warned ya,” he snarled in your ear, causing a shiver down your spine. “Don’t say I didn’t. And for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t me.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of this. As much as the Gator infuriated you, made your shitty job even shittier, you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards him. You hated it. 

You swallowed thickly as his large, calloused hand drifted up your skirt, ripping your already-ruined tights even more.

“Gator-” you said, voice slightly shaky.

With haste, he tugged the tights down so it pooled around your shoes. His hand was back up your skirt, squeezing the supple flesh of your ass. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your panties, causing a soft noise to leave your mouth. 

You could feel the heat growing between your legs, clit starting to pulse. A small part of you wanted to push him off, but really, you didn’t. Now that he had started, you didn’t want him to stop, and you hated yourself for it.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck as he tugged your panties off. “Been wantin’ to do this for a while. What a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

“Wait, hold on,” you started as he started tugging your panties off down to join your tights, his fingers dipping between your slick wet folds, drawing out a moan from your lips. “You’re- you can’t be serious-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Gator groaned, biting at your neck as his fingers circled your swollen, pulsing clit, making you whimper. Then he pulled his hand back. 

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his belt unbuckling, groaning when you felt his hard, leaking cock press up against your ass. You glanced back, heart pounding and eyelids heavy with pleasure, licking your lips. You knew he had to be big, but the sight of his large cock pressed up against your ass made you moan loudly. 

“What a pretty fuckin’ sound,” he said as he pressed his leaking tip up against your folds. “You want it, huh? You try to act so uninterested, yet here you are…” 

“Fuck you,” you breathed, your palm grasping at the tiles on the bathroom wall. Your voice had no real conviction in it, and it seemed like he knew.

His free hand tugged at your hair harshly, tilting your head back. “You’re such a fuckin’ bitch, don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

Gator let out a soft groan as he pushed his thick cock inside you, pain and pleasure swirling together, causing your eyelids to flutter. He kept his grip tight on your hair, the feeling of his cock burying  himself so deep you were sure you could feel him in your stomach was making it hard to care about how much you hated him. 

You pushed your hips back to meet his, causing a moan to leave his mouth. You hated how it made your stomach flutter, his breaths hot in your ear, gripping your hip tightly it was starting to hurt. His grip on your hair loosened, just slightly enough to let you press your forehead against the wall.

“Oh, God,” you whined as he started fucking into you, giving you almost no time to adjust to his length.

“What a cockslut,” he said lowly. “What if someone walked in right now? Saw you taking my cock raw and deep like this? What would you say? I bet you’d want me to keep goin’ like the slut you are, huh? Not such a bitch now that I’m fuckin’ you?”

“God, shut the fuck up,” you managed to say through rapid breaths, each thrust causing your breasts to press up against wall uncomfortably. You whimpered when he shifted behind you, slamming into a new angle that made your eyes roll back. “You- you want this just as fucking bad-”

He laughed, breathlessly, like he was struggling to keep his composure. “Don’t flatter yourself, darlin’...” he said, which was a lot less convincing than he intended, because he whined as soon as you thrust back against him. 

Gator’s whine sent your stomach swirling with pleasure, your clit throbbing at the sound. As defiant as you tried you sound, however, you found yourself glancing back at the door, like you had just realized the possibility of someone walking in. 

“Aw, you worried?” he crooned, not slowing down his movements, each thrust more aggressive than the last. “Worried someone’s gonna see you takin’ it so good for me?”

He glanced down at you, and it felt like your eyes meeting for the first time, properly. His eyes were heavy and slightly glassy. The intensity of his gaze made your cheeks flush, and you turned back to face the wall.

It was pathetic, how you were starting to drool, clenching around his cock tightly, biting your lip to stop yourself from making a sound, but it was useless. His fingers were starting to bruise your hips by how firmly he was keeping you in place. The sloppy, wet sounds of skin against skin echoed through the bathroom, along with your moans.

Gator released your hair, moving his hand to your mouth as he felt you clenching around him tightly. “Mhm, shut up,” he grunted, as if he wasn’t just moaning a second ago. “God, you’re takin’ it so well. Should’ve just done this a long time ago.”

“Gator,” you whimpered against his hand, tears forming in your eyes.

It was embarrassing how loudly you cried into his large hand as you climaxed, white hot pleasure surging through your body as your thighs trembled. Your fingers were gripping at the wall helplessly, trying to stay upright. 

Hot spurts of cum coated your walls as Gator let out a soft groan, his breaths heavy as he came inside you with no warning. He bit at the crook of your neck as he rode out his orgasm, his thrusts sloppy until he finally came to a stop.

Breaths heavy, you stayed leaning against the wall as he pulled out. You could hear the sound of his belt being buckled. Cheeks flushed and eyes barely open, you turned your head to watch him fix himself back up.

“You better take a fuckin’ pill, you hear me?” he said harshly as he zipped his trousers on. You couldn’t help but notice the slight flush on cheeks, despite how neutral his expression was. Like he wasn’t just moaning and whining in your ear. You almost wanted to laugh in his face, but you couldn’t, too spent from your climax. 

Then, without another word, he left the bathroom. Leaving you there standing, his cum still dripping out of you, your skirt still stained with beer.

Somehow, you had gone home that night with a generous tip from Gator’s table. They were gone before you’d even managed to clean yourself up and leave the bathroom.

And two days later, to your surprise, your boss had called you up, practically begging you to come back and work for the bar again. You noticed that one of Gator’s cop buddies had black eye and cut lip, avoiding eye contact when they showed up at the bar again - this time, to your surprise, without Gator.

You knew what this meant, though. It meant you owed him.

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Could we get some angst like where fem!reader and dallas get into an argument and/or go on a break but they can’t stand being away from each other and do the whole confession and kiss in the rain cliche?

Mwah mwah chefs kiss love this i dont know how to cw so uhh fem reader?? use of nickname doll??? fight??? idk bro

It was raining. Hard. The soft pitter-patter of the droplets on the window reminds you of reality everytime you start drifting away.

“I don’t understand, who do you take me for?! An idiot?!” You seethed, knuckles turning white from clenching them too hard. “No, you’re not an idiot, you’re a bitch, that’s what you are.” Dally says pointing at you. He was equally as mad, although maybe for a less justified reason. You had seen him hanging around some red-head. It started as a simple question, but one thing led to another and now it was a full blown argument. “You don’t let me have any fun! No parties, no chicks, nuthin’!” He angrily stated. “We’re in a relationship, Dal! There is no chicks! No parties! Oh my God! Can you use your brain for like a minute and think about how I feel!” You say, putting your face in your hands. Dallas gives you a look before shaking his head. 

“That’s it, we’re done.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cancer stick and a lighter. “Good riddance, toxic asshole” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaves.

You replay the fight in your mind, turning it over like a coin in your hand. Was I in the wrong? You think to yourself. Hell no. You affirmed yourself, if Dallas didn’t show up with an apology, you didn’t need it anyways. There’s a sharp crack against your window that startles you out of your self assurance. Another crack makes you look up. On the third crack you catch what it is. A pebble being thrown at the window. You look down at your lawn trying to catch a glimpse of who would be stupid enough to throw pebbles at your window during a storm. Dallas. Of course. Dallas was stupid enough. You quickly open the window, forcing it open quickly. A pebble wizzes by your face and you shoot Dally an unimpressed look. “What do you want, Dallas,” You say. Please, don’t stand in the rain, you’ll catch a cold. Your mind betrays you, you still care about him. “Let’s talk.” He say, voice slightly shaking, although you don’t know if its because of the cold or because he hasn’t seen you in forever. “You’re not stepping foot into my house while you're soaking wet.” His lips quirk up at that, there’s the girl he knows. “Would you like to come down then?” You make a show of mulling it over, although you already know the answer. The jacket is already in your hand by the time you're down the stairs and reaching for your keys. You quickly slip it on and rush out of the house. The rain soaks you before you’ve even reached Dal, the wind picking up speed and the rain turning into heavier droplets. He stands taller than you, by quite a bit actually, but his shoulders sag when you reach him. There’s a few seconds of silence, except for the torrent of rain that was battering both you and him. “I miss you.” He says, quietly. “That’s sweet.” There was a pause before Dally took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I messed up big time.” “You seem to do that a lot” You interject. He gives you a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I do. But I’m so sorry, really. It’s kind of hard adjusting to a ‘relationship’. I just thought that I could get a head start if..” his voice goes quiet, “if you ever decided to leave me like Sylvia. I thought I could prove I was a tuff guy. I’m not tuff, not really. Especially when it comes to you. I really hate that I’m turning soft or whatever..” He looked up at you, his usually harsh eyes were unexpectedly innocent. “Dallas, you can’t keep thinking that I’m going to morph into Sylvia. I’m not Sylvia, you’ve got to understand, you can’t keep letting this front our relationship.” You hugged your jacket tighter around you. “You’re right, you're not Sylvia, you’re so much more, so much better than she will ever be.” and before you could react his hands moved to your face and he pulled you in. The kiss was, dare I say, “magical”, resparking feelings that you had tried to put out for the whole time Dally was missing from your life. You pulled away quickly. “Please, doll, I’m so sorry for everything, I’m ready to be a better boyfriend, don’t pull away from me.” He nearly sobs. You roll your eyes and take your keys from out of your jacket pocket. “As much as I love the ‘kiss in the rain’ cliche, it’s fucking cold out here Dal,” you smile at him, taking his hand. He wraps his arm around your neck pulling you in again. His hand slips into yours and you realize how warm it is in his arms.

[gamerbearmira]

Hiii, I just wanted to say congratulations for graduating! Secondly, this au came to me while remembering a movie called "The golden compass"

So, how about twin souls au?

I don't have very much ideas for this au except maybe they end up separated?

Let's start off with the first "twins". Dolores and Isabela were born in the same month, so they have twin souls. They don't know what the other is thinking but they DO know when's something wrong.

In this au, twin souls are extremely rare and when they do exist it's quite obvious. Dolores and Isabela share partial heterochromia of deep purple and red.

Luisa and Antonio are soul twins too (Luisa had to learn that much later though for obvious reasons lol). So, they have central heterochromia of navy blue (??) and deep orange.

Camilo and Mirabel are the same but it's complete heterochromia of orange (or light yellow???) and teal.

Twin souls usually feel the emotions the other is feeling. The gifts aren't in this au but if they were, Dolores would feel Isabela's stress from her expectations, Isabela would feel Dolores' anxiousness and sensor y overload.

Luisa would feel random feelings of innocent giddiness and joy when Antonio was a baby. Those joint emotions haven't really left. If the gifts were in this au Antonio would feel Luisa's mental and physical stress.

In this au, it's kind of like a Rapunzel situation but a lot more wholesome-ish (and no glowing hair). The children are forbidden from going outside but only for their safety. Contact lenses would help the children are also too powerful.

Dolores and Isabela were born to parents (and grandparents) who weren't born as twin souls nor have magical powers. So, they are still learning how their powers work

Twin souls are usually given joint abilities, so Dolores and Isabela have the same gifts. But Isa has mastered the plant gift a little bit better than Dolo.

It's the same for the younger members too.

Luisa and Antonio still have their gifts, but they also share them. Luisa has a better hang on her strength than Tonito, and Tonito can talk to animals a little better than she can.

P.S Mirabel has the gift of emotional healing through self-made objects. Camilo can still shapeshift, and he has her gift to, but she has a better hang of it then him, it's the same vice versa.

There are no ceremonies in this au, all grandkids are just born with the abilities. Their magic isn't limited either I'm just trying to figure out how.

The grandkids parents and grandparents do try to give them the best life they can in-doors. But they already know they can't keep this up for long. Two of the oldest children are 21 for God sake...

But, NO child in the family has a good control on their powers whatsoever.

Mira and Cami at, but they barely have a good hang on their powers. Both 'twins' glow when their happy and randomly shapeshift. It's not as frequent as it was in their younger years, but it still happens.

Neither of the older twins have can control their hearing or plant powers (Lil whimsy tidbit, Isa and Dolo can hear things from the physical and Spiritual world. So, they can on occasion hear ghosts or fairies chittering about in the garden. So...you already know how annoying that gets.)

The only exceptions are Antonio and Luisa at this point. Luisa can control her strength when she's calm and she can resist the urge to talk to animals for the sake of going outside.

Antonio is still trying to control his strength, but he can avoid touching things if needs or wants to go outside. It's the same for the animal thing except neither 'twin' wants to go outside when the others can't without being reassured (over and over again) that it's okay.

To outsiders, most people think the only children in the madrigal home are Luisa and Antonio. Some villagers remember the mothers being pregnant a few times before and a few years after Luisa was born but chalked it up to the babies before and after her not making it (except Antonio.)

They do end up separated (by like, government people) but I'm not sure how yet.

Lots of people know that you can use a twin soul against the other. Think of how the witch threatens Hansel that if he doesn't eat, she'll hurt his sister. That sort of thing.

So basically, if you have the right resources and advantage, you can use twin souls for things. But I'll think of the rest later!

THANK YOUUU YIPPEEEEE

And I have never seen The Golden Compass BUT YOU GOT MY ATTENTION REGARDLESS 🗣🗣🗣

I mess with the idea HEAVYYYYY especially then sharing gifts, that's such a cool concept tbh. I also like how the others don't have gifts, so the grandkids are essentially just clueless 😭😭 even with Luisa and Antonio going out, it's probably not really any safer despite their abilities.

ALSO EVIL GOVERNMENT PEOPLE WHATTTT...I mean. Not me, you know 🙏🙏 but like honestly I'm not surprised. It always happens like that in the movies and books 😭😭

Crazy how well hidden they are though. Like to the point that Luisa and Antonio are thought to be the only children??? CRAZY WORK

I can't wait to see what else there is <333 have some poor drawings that took me honestly too long. I haven't drawn either my finger in a minute 💀💀

[666writingcafe]

New Voice Messages (Part Three)

Lucifer

"Hey. I know it's late and you're probably asleep, so you don't have to respond to this right away. I should be asleep, but I keep tossing and turning whenever I try, so I gave up on that hours ago. I'm currently sitting on the rooftop, looking up at the night sky. Well, and recording this message, but that's self-explanatory, I feel. *sighs* Don't mind my rambling. I'm both incredibly tired and slightly tipsy. I finally got around to trying the bottle of Demonus that Diavolo gave us as a housewarming gift, and it's pretty decent. I had a couple glasses of it before coming up here, thinking that it'd help put me to sleep. Obviously, it hasn't, but it was worth trying, I suppose. I at least feel like I can respond to your note without choking on my words or banging my head in frustration. *briefly pauses* Given the way you signed off on it, I'm going to assume that you trust me enough to not abuse your old name. That's also why I'm outside. Less likely to be overheard using it by my brothers. If that's okay with you. If it's not, feel free to tell me off for it the next time we meet. So, MC. *pauses again before lightly singing MC's name* Have I ever told you it's a pretty name? Saying it is comforting somehow. *clears his throat* Sorry. Like I said, I'm a bit drunk."

"Feeling more in control now. Might still ramble a bit, but hopefully not as much as before. *takes a deep breath* The first time I read your note, I ended up crying. Not because you said something wrong, but because it was...sweet? Is that the word I'm looking for? *briefly pauses as a gust of wind gets picked up on the mic* It'll have to do for now, I guess. Anyway...it's interesting how you and Diavolo said more or less the same thing, and yet I'm more inclined to listen to you than I am to him. Perhaps it's the difference in tone? I could definitely tell that he was getting frustrated with me towards the end of our phone call. I know there's a part of him that sees me as a really shiny toy, one that he's quite territorial over. If I were to leave his side, he'd throw a massive fit, I'd imagine, and he might start a war over it. Which is silly. I'm not worth fighting over. *pauses* And yet everyone seems to for some reason. It's like I cause people to lose their minds. I don't know if it's due to the amount of titles and prestige I've had or my physical appearance or something else entirely, but they seem to all go into hysteria after spending any significant amount of time with me. Except for you, MC. You don't care about Lucifer Morningstar, former Lightbringer, Avatar of Pride, yadda yadda yadda. You simply see me as me, if that makes sense. You want to make sure that I'm okay, and you don't expect anything in return. It's a way of repaying back the kindness bestowed upon you in your situation, I suppose. And it'd be cruel of me to ignore all of that and still plunge to my death. So I'm staying. *pauses* You're right. This does feel weird. You better make good on your promise, MC, or I may end up changing my mind again. *chuckles* Don't take that last part too seriously. I'm merely messing with you a bit."

"You know, I wonder what my brothers are thinking about this...offer being made to us. I already know Mammon and Beel would stay, and Belphie's going to do whatever Beel does, but I'm not sure about Levi and Asmo. I mean, you were there when Asmo was yelling at me about leaving the Celestial Realm. Do you think he's eagerly packing his bags as we speak, or--"

A Few Hours Later

"Sorry about the abrupt ending of my last message. Mammon caught me on the rooftop. We ended up talking for a while. *pauses* The two of us have an interesting relationship. Kinda similar to the one I have with Satan. Mammon's sort of my brother and sort of my son, except he didn't spring out of me like Satan did. He's the first angel I felt the need to protect. Everyone else was prepared to throw him away, even though he was merely a child. I couldn't sit back and let them treat him like that, especially not after I held him in my arms as he was crying. He was around the Chihuahua's age when that happened. *clears his throat* I apologize. I know you don't like me calling Luke a chihuahua. I really am trying not to. *pauses* So yeah. Satan's technically the third oldest, since he came into existence in my mind shortly after I took Mammon under my wing. Levi came into the picture when Mammon was a teenager, and the others when he was just becoming a fully-grown angel. *pauses again* It was actually Mammon that insisted that we take care of them, and he was so earnest about it that I couldn't say no. I mean, the fact that he was willing to do for others what I've done for him...I was quite proud of him. Still am, even though he insists on putting on a persona these days. I know deep down, he still cares about everyone. *pauses yet again* Is it weird that I feel comfortable sharing all of this with you, MC? It might be the alcohol still affecting me, but somehow I don't think it is. I...I think I've come to trust you. Completely. I haven't even gotten there with Diavolo yet, and I've known him a lot longer. *chuckles* You truly are special, little lamb. *silence* Shit. That wasn't supposed to be said out loud. I better go before I start calling you more silly nicknames. Good night, MC."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr, @tenkobitch, @interconnectedmatrix

[a-spes]

T H E B L O O D O N M Y H A N D S - One shot.

Words count - 3,2k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, angst / comfort, a form of self-harm, mentions of death and blood.

Summary - When you kill someone on duty for the first time, Natasha is the one being here to stop you from falling.

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You haven’t been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent for long, barely more than three years. It may seem long for some people but, in that kind of job, it is not. Although your training ended up a long time ago, your teammates are still calling you a Rookie because even after years of duty, you still have a lot of things to learn, some the hard way.

You guess this nickname will stick with you until a new recruit joins the agency. It has been three years that no one passed the entrance exam so you are still seen as the newest addition which pisses you off sometimes. It is frustrating to not be taking seriously just because you are a bit less experienced than your teammates, some of them only been on the agency for one more year than you but are acting cocky with it.

However, despite your teammates’ attitude, you are convinced you are right where you are supposed to be : even if some days are rough, you love this job. Honestly, you never planned to join the agency but now you are here, you don’t want to leave.

You have always dreamed about becoming a police officer, not some kind of governmental spy. You ended up here thanks to a bit of fate and, mostly, thanks to the help of one of your professors. At the police academy, you were doing great, you were among the best of your promotion, that is why Mr. Andrews suggested you to take the entrance exam for the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Before that day, you had never heard about the agency, but you still decided to give it a try, it was the least you could do to thanks him for everything he did.

Surprisingly, you succeed the exam and earned a place at the academy, alongside with two of your classmates. You weren’t sure it was what you wanted to do, but it was probably your only chance to give it a try so you went to the academy, thinking you could always leave if it doesn’t suit you. Yet, it has been the best decision you made.

Surely, you doubted it sometimes, thinking about quitting because the training was so hard, both physically and mentally, that you thought you couldn’t take it anymore. But you stayed, not being alone helped you a lot so, even if you doubted a lot your decision, you never regretted it.

Until today.

One day was enough to change everything. The first rule in the job is that you know nothing. Every mission is different, every mission could go wrong at any moment, it is impossible to be prepared to what it could bring to you. After three years of duty, you tend to forget about that rule. Up to now, everything went smooth, except for a few injuries you got, you were lucky.

It was supposed to be a routine mission, not much different than the previous ones. Your team was supposed to take back some important documents, so you needed to infiltrate the hotel the guys who stole it were staying.

“I get it”, you whisper in the communication device.

But when you are about to leave the room, you hear the voices of two persons. You don’t have much time, so you decide to quickly hide under the bed, you wish there was a better place but all you can do is waiting here, praying they won’t notice your presence. However, it seems fate is not on your side tonight.

After maybe ten minutes of waiting that felt like an eternity, you eventually feel someone pulling you from under the bed by grabbing your legs. You may be a qualified agent, but they are way more experienced than you are. You were listening to their conversation but yet, you couldn’t have guessed they knew you were here the whole time. Racing heart and irregular breath are the signs of panic, but you can’t let those take the control of your body, fear is a synonym to death. Take a deep breath, think and attack before they can.

It is quite easy to escape the man’s grasp because he wasn’t expecting you to be so fast. But the man wasn’t the problem, it was the woman with him. She was aiming that gun at you while you were fighting with her mate, not shooting yet because she could’ve killed him instead, but as soon as you stand up, she doesn’t hesitate anymore.

It was a reflex.

She missed the first bullet because of the circumstances, because she couldn’t clearly target you so the bullet passed closed enough. Except she doesn’t look like someone that misses an easy shot and you don’t look like someone who wants to die so you shoot first.

It was a reflex.

It is the first you kill someone on duty. Three years of duty during whose you ensured that you wouldn’t kill anyone. You get them out of the way, you hurt them, sometimes you knock them out like you just did with that guy but you never took a life. But tonight you did, for the first time. Tonight, you didn’t aim for that woman’s leg but for her chest, right where her heart is, she died almost on the spot. It feels awful.

On the way back to the base, you are silent. Your teammates don’t even notice how quiet you are tonight. The two sitting on the front of the car are talking, the last one is humming some music. The mood is light because the mission was a success: you did bring back those documents. So why aren’t you joyful? You don’t know, but tonight you don’t feel like joking, laughing and jumping around as you usually would.

Tonight, you won’t celebrate with your mates because there is nothing to celebrate. A woman died. It doesn’t matter which side she was on or if she was aiming that gun at your head because you shoot and it makes you no better than the people you despise. When you joined the Academy, it was to save civilians, to make something good about your life, you wanted to feel useful and make a difference. So from the moment you became an agent, you avoid killing people. A part of you knew that, one day, wouldn’t let you choose but you didn’t think much about it; if after three years you didn’t kill anyone, it’ll may stay that way until you end your career.

Oh, how naive you were.

Maybe you are too gentle for that world. Your mates kill people and you never saw them hesitating, so what’s wrong with you? Can’t your mind just shut up? It is not that a big deal, is it? It is supposed to be your job, you did what you had to, right? So why does it still feel wrong?

You are a person that easily slip on other people’s shoes. Those people called villains are nothing more than people that got lost at a moment in their lives, people that were failed by the system or made a wrong choice, does it mean they deserve to die? Some of them, maybe, but definitely not that woman. She was barely older than you are, she had a whole life to live but she will never get you because of you, because you decided she didn’t deserve to live.

It is something your superiors often blame you for: your inability to shot when it is needed. It is not because it led to failed mission, but because it caused you a lot of injuries that could have been avoid. They never understood why you were so reluctant to do so, sometimes they are angry, sometimes just disappointed. But tonight you eventually did exactly what they are expecting from you. That’s what you are repeating to yourself but it doesn’t make you feel any better, if you hate the idea of disappointing Agent Romanoff, your superior, you probably hate your actual situation even more.

This moment is playing again and again on your mind, making you oblivious of your surrounding. The sound of her body falling is covering your mates’ voices. The way her chest raised one last time before she stopped moving, the way her eyes were wide open and the blood. Everywhere. On the ground, on her suit, on your hands. A bit of your own, but mostly of her, who knew a body contains so much blood? Not you.

When you are finally back at the compound, the redhead is here. Even if you are not a trainee anymore, you are still a rookie until they decide otherwise and she will probably be your mentor for a few more years. And being your mentor means that wherever you are, she is. Today was your first mission alone. Well, you weren’t really alone, you had your usual team by your side but she wasn’t here. At first, she didn’t want to let you go, wherever she is, you are, but she let herself be convinced. This mission couldn’t wait more, neither could the emergency call she got.

The mission was easier than some you did by the past, she knows you are capable but still, she can’t get over that strange feeling, being scared for you security. She knows she can trust you but can she really trusts your mates? She is stressing over the fact that, for the first time, she isn’t here to protect you.

She is now regretting her choice, it was irresponsible from her to agree to such a demand. She has no idea what exactly happened during the mission but she heard that things didn’t go as smoothly as they were supposed too. She is pacing back and forth on the garage, waiting for your team to come back. She tried to get more information from Fury, but he doesn’t know much more than what he already told her.

A few hours later, the team is eventually back. When her eyes catch you, she is relieved: you seem fine. Her relief only lasts a moment as she quickly notices something is off with your attitude. You ignored her, didn’t even looked for her as you would usually do.

“What happened?” she asks to one of the agents that was on the mission. She grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her, she is taking the whole situation seriously.

“She fired”, he replies, shrugging.

The man doesn’t really understand why it is such a big deal to you, after three years, you should be used to that kind of things happening in a mission. However, Natasha immediately understood.

She rushes to find you but it is already too late. She can’t find you on the locker room, neither she can on your dorm or on the common areas. It is on the shared bathroom that she eventually finds you. She can’t help but being worried. She was really young when she killed for the first time, but she still remembers how it feels, years don’t take away the guilt and the disgust. The difference is that she never got a chance to think too much about it, she was raised to kill, it felt almost normal after a while, she got used to that feeling You, however, are not of that kind. It doesn’t matter how skilled you are: you are not a murder.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning when she saw you here.

Scrubbing. That is what you are doing and the only thing left in your mind, you are just obsessed with the idea of cleaning your hands. So you are scrubbing. You are scrubbing until the water turns clear but it doesn’t, it stays red and bloody. It seems there is always more blood on your hands.

You are so focused that you didn’t even hear the woman coming in. Your ears are ringing and your vision is blurry because of the tears in your eyes, the only thing you can see clearly is the blood, all this red. You are using a nail brush in hope it would help you get it of the dirt? but it doesn’t. It just hurts.

A pain that you ignore.

A pain that you feel like you deserved it, like it is the only way to get those memories out of your mind, even if it is just for a moment, you are glad to be able to focus on something.

However, Natasha is not. As soon as she realizes what you are doing, she steps in. She turns the water off, wrapping her hands around yours to make you stop, as her attempts to talk to you failed. She slowly takes the soap and the brush from your hands, putting it on the sink.

For a few minutes, you remain silent. You don’t even dare to look at her in the eyes, how could you? The guilt and the shame make you avoid her gaze, a part of you being scared about what she could say or think. Maybe she sees you exactly as you do right now: pathetic and horrible.

“Let’s clean those wounds”, she eventually says in a quiet voice that surprises you because you thought she would be angry and yell at you. Or maybe it is what you wished she would do. It is easier to hate yourself when people do too.

But she doesn’t.

On the contrary, she is sweet and caring, an attitude that is rarely hers, Agent Romanoff not being someone showing that she cares the usual way. She is usually demanding with the people she cares for but she understands that tonight you don’t need that. Right now, what you need is someone by your side, someone to guide you through that situation.

So she makes you sit on a stool. You don’t protest, there is something good in not having to think about what to do next. She comes back with a few seconds later with medical kit. She sits in front of you and, in silence, she starts to take care of your hands. You scrubbed them for so long and with so much pressure that the blood at the end wasn’t the woman’s anymore. It was yours because the brush scratched your hands.

“Here we are”, she says once she is done. She cleaned your wounds with alcohol and then applied bandages on your hands. She seems to want to add something, but she hesitates. “Do you want to talk about it?” she eventually asks.

You shake your head, no. You don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to hear about it, you don’t even want to think about what happened today. If it was possible, you would like to erase this day from your mind or turn back in time so you can change the outcome, but you can’t.

Natasha sighs but she doesn’t push, she knows it is not the solution. Instead, she guides you to her quarters.

“It is not my room”, you remark when you get here. It is a one person room, one of the privileges of being a superior.

“No, it’s not”, she acknowledges, “but I am not leaving your side.”

“You don’t need to do that, I am gonna be fine”, but she doesn’t let you go. As you try to leave the room, she firmly hold you by the arm. You staying here wasn’t a question, not even an invitation, it was more of an order.

“No, you are not. And after what happened I don’t trust you, at least not tonight”, she tells you and she is not joking at all. She has that serious expression and you know she won’t take no as an answer. You want to be alone, but deep down you are relieved you won’t spend the night alone.

She helps you take off your suit. She then helps you to put on some of her clothes, a short and a t-shirt, so you are ready to go to sleep. It is already late, midnight was long gone. She guides you to the bed, it is a bit small but it is just for one night and you don’t seem to protest, you just let her guide you, your mind being far away.

The two of you are leaning in the bed in silence. Her chest pressing against your back, her head near to yours. She is holding you firmly, as if she was scared you could run away. You stay in that position for a moment before your voice breaks the silence.

“I- I don’t even know her name, I barely saw her face and-” you eventually say, feeling the need to let a bit of what is in your mind out. You are exhausted, but you can’t even close your eyes to try to sleep, those memories and thoughts keeping you wide awake.

“it’s okay”, she whispers in your ear. She is not sleeping either, too worried about you for that. She already knows that she is going to stay awake the whole night to keep an eye on the woman she is holding in her arms.

“No!” you yell. You can’t stand how calm she is. “No it’s not, how could it be okay? I killed her. I killed a woman and I don’t even know who she was.”

“It happens, sometimes, you have no choice”, she continues to talk in a quiet voice, soothing you by stroking your hair. She knows nothing she could say right now would make it easier. You need time and support, all she can do is being here and let you know she is.

“I do, I should’ve aimed for her limb or…”, you start, but you can’t even finish your sentence. You feel your throat tighten, your voice broke on the last few words.

“You did exactly what you had to. You did exactly what you had to stay alive. I know it is hard but you will get through it, okay? And I am gonna be here, with you, the whole time”, she whispers again in your ear, her voice calming a bit the storm in you.

This is how you eventually fell asleep. In the comfort of the arms of that woman, with a feeling of security. The way her hand is brushing your hair calming your mind until Morpheus accepts you in his realm. The words she is whispering in your ears are helping to ease the guilt and the hate. However, Natasha won’t sleep. She is going to stay awake the whole night just so she can be here if you wake up needing her, no matter what time of the night it is, she wants to make sure you are not alone because it is the worst in situations like this.

[acey-wacey]

OMG congrats on the milestone!!!!!!

So excited you're back too, missed seeing you on my feed!

For the event, if it's not too much trouble, could I get

Hyacinth with Either Ace or Trey? Don't stress if you got nothing for it, and feel free to ignore if you need to!

CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!

Thank you for participating, lovely! I'm actually so thrilled to be back too! I forgot how much I loved writing and hopefully I'll be here for a little longer before my fall semester starts and I get swamped.

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Pairing - Trey Clover x Reader

Prompt - Arranged Marriage

"Alright, Y/N, you can do this."

You whispered a pep talk to yourself as you rolled up your sleeves. You looked up at the stone wall before you and gulped at its imposing height. It was 8, maybe 10 feet, which wouldn't have been that bad if you weren't in a dress. There were many things that could go wrong. You could lose your footing and fall to injury if not your death and if you were caught trying to sneak out, you would likely be punished harshly.

"Certain doom, marriage to a stranger," you weighed the two options in your head. At least if you died, you would be free of the dreaded prince you were meant to wed. "Definitely certain doom."

It wasn't as though you had anything in particular against the Prince of Clubs. Very few of his subjects had anything bad to say about him, except that he was a notorious flirt. You didn't really remember what his name was nor had you ever seen what he looked like so he was a complete stranger.

He wasn't the exact problem, it was the principle of it all. Your parents had practically sold you to the Club Kingdom, knowing you would never find a match better than a prince. Your mother was a countess of Hearts, high enough on the hierarchy to be rich but not enough to really be important. You had no idea how she had bullied the poor Prince of Clubs into actually accepting your hand. No matter how comfortable your life was going to be in the Club Kingdom, you refused to be a bargaining chip for your parent's power and wealth.

You hiked up your skirt and set your foot on the first foothold you could find. Luckily, the stones of the wall stuck out in some places so it wasn't too difficult to gain your footing. You huffed with newfound confidence and continued up the wall, grasping at the harsh stone. You were definitely going to have blisters after this.

About halfway up, you realized you had run out of footholds. The closest one was closer to your head than your feet and you didn't know whether to risk it.

"Giving up isn't an option," you thought with determination as you braced yourself. You swung your leg up and exclaimed in joy when it caught the high brick.

It didn't take long for your excitement to wear off once you realized you were quite stuck. You groaned and tried to pull yourself up by the leg but you couldn't seem to get enough leverage.

"Son of a-!"

"Hello, my lady."

A deep voice from behind you made you freeze in your tracks.

"Are you in need of assistance?"

You huffed and tried to pull yourself up once more, your leg beginning to lose feeling as the blood rushed from it. When you failed, you slumped back to your very uncomfortable resting position.

"No, sir, thank you!" you called, praying that the person was not a guard who would take you to the prince.

"Are you sure?" the voice asked. "You appear to be in quite the pickle."

You tried to look back at the man who had walked in on your escape attempt, but you could move very far without losing your grip.

"If you're really asking, I am a bit stuck."

"I can see that." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well?" you called expectantly. "Are you going to offer your assistance or just stand there gawking? I wonder how you can call yourself a gentleman!"

The man laughed and you heard him step closer.

"I would never want my status as a gentleman to be in question. How many I help, my lady?"

You shifted around, suddenly aware of the fact that your dress had ridden up around your thigh where your foot hung helplessly from the stone in the wall.

"Perhaps if you gave me a boost, I could make it over the wall," you deliberated, gauging how much farther you needed to climb. "Yes, one last push should do it. Climbing down the other way should be much easier. If you grab me by the waist and lift me up, I should be able to make it."

"You must forgive me my questioning, but might I ask why you are attempting to climb the palace walls?" the man said, now directly behind you. "Perhaps I should be worried. You are not a prisoner, are you?"

"I will be if I do not make it out of here before the wedding," you called down, getting quite frustrated with this inquisitive stranger. "Will you not help me? My leg is getting quite exhausted and I would hate to fall from this height.

"Is there any particular reason you must leave before the prince's wedding? Do you hold disdain for him?"

You scoffed at that.

"Do I?! I've never met the man and yet my entire life will be lost to the most insufferable and determined flirt in all of Wonderland!"

"Is that what they say about him?" the man laughed out loud and you briefly wondered what his smile looked like.

"It matters not what they say, only what he is," you huffed, growing more irritated by the second. "My waist, if you please."

You heard a soft chuckle before you felt strong hands grasp your waist and lift you up, freeing your leg from its perch. You were so thrilled to be free you almost didn't notice you were being pulled back down.

"Hey, hey, hey!" you yelled as you were set back to your feet, not without quite a bit of kicking and squirming on your part. "I told you to lift me over!"

You whirled around and were immediately met by the brightest hazel eyes you had ever seen. You gasped at the closeness of the man, though it shouldn't have surprised you, considering he just practically picked you up.

Your mental picture of what the mysterious stranger looked like did not do him justice. He was taller than you expected, with dark green hair and a gentle smirk on his face. You were so encapsulated by your savior(?) that it took you about 10 seconds of staring to notice the club painted on his cheek. You were filled with momentary anxiety, assuming he was a courtier of Clubs. Hopefully, if he was close to the king and queen, his good nature so far was an indication that he wouldn't call the guards on you.

"You refuse to help a lady in distress, good sir?" you straightened defiantly, refusing to let your moment of weakness and the man's closeness incapacitate you. "Though you would save her from a lifetime of misery?"

"Come now, misery is a bit harsh," he smiled with insufferable knowing, like you were missing a joke. "I'm only a prince, not a dragon."

"Yes, well, you-"

You stopped short. He was... the prince? Your eyes widened and you dropped to your knees as you realized all the things you had said about him.

"Please forgive me, your highness," you stuttered, keeping your eyes glued to the dirt as your feet. The best case scenario at this point was not being executed. After all, the Queen of Hearts was so fond of her guillotine, perhaps the Queen of Clubs had her own special device for taking care of rule-breakers. "I know my impertinence cannot be forgiven, but I only ask that you punish only me and not my family. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

A hand grabbed yours, lifting your gaze to the man, no, the prince, in front of you. Despite all your expectations, he was smiling.

"Apparently, being married to me is punishment enough," he laughed exasperatedly. He pulled you to your feet and bowed curtly. "Hello, Y/N. I'm Trey."

"Forgive me, your highness-"

"Trey," he said, his eyes sincere.

"Prince Trey-"

"Just Trey," he interrupted again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it ever so slightly. "If we are to be married, we may as well be on a first name basis."

"Sorry, your- Trey." You had expected his name to feel odd in your mouth but it didn't feel that way. It suited him much more than any honorific you could think of. "So... you will not punish me?"

"If you will not rest until I do, then I sentence you to dinner," he smiled, a glimmer of mischief hidden in the gold of his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Dinner?"

"With me," he finished, amused at your shocked expression. "You see, I would like to get to know you before I share the rest of my life with you. That is where most people start with these sorts of things."

You were stunned silent by how nonchalantly he spoke, almost as if he really were just a lowly courtier attempting to court the countess' daughter.

"I-" you could barely bring yourself to speak. Trey raised his eyebrow in amusement which only flustered you more. "I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Dinner would be an acceptable punishment."

Trey smiled and offered his arm to you. You took it hesitantly, still stiff as he walked you back to the palace you had just been so desperate to escape.

"Do people really say I'm an insufferable and determined flirt?"

[sapphic-circles]

In the Savage Night (Chapter 20)

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“I feel silly.”

Galinda sat on the pile of shavings in the barn, dressed in a threadbare pink nightgown that, judging by the size of it, was probably from quite a few years ago. She’d been sitting very still and concentrating very hard for what Elphaba would estimate to be about an hour, but all Galinda had turned was red in the face.

“You could take a break,” Elphaba suggested. She sat by the door at Galinda’s request, but she longed to be closer. Galinda was getting frustrated, anyway, and that probably wouldn’t help matters.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Galinda said. “I’m trying to put myself in the mindset of the Wolf, but nothing’s happening. I don’t know how anyone could do this without, you know…getting really angry.”

Elphaba thought for a moment. “Well, how do you switch from Wolf to Human?”

Galinda shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “It kind of just happens. But I do want to change back, so maybe that’s it. Maybe my body knows that deep down, even if I’m trying to, I don’t want to transform.” She sighed. “I’m not sure I can convince myself I want it.”

Elphaba got up from her spot by the door to sit beside Galinda instead, knowing it would be at least a few minutes before she really started trying again. “Is there anything you like about it?” Elphaba asked. “I know it’s stressful for you, but, I don’t know…maybe you like having a tail, or being able to hear better than you usually can?”

Galinda hummed. “I do like my sense of smell,” she said. “Sometimes it’s not fun if there’s anything gross nearby, but I can smell things like leaves and river water. That can be nice.”

“There you go.” Elphaba nudged her shoulder and smiled. “What else?”

Galinda’s dimple appeared as she smiled back and kept thinking. “Running,” she said eventually. “Not so much when I’m running from something, but there were a couple times when this was new that I got out of my room on a full moon. I don’t even like running usually, but with four legs, it’s…fun.”

“I can only imagine,” Elphaba said. “So…what would need to happen for you to actually want to transform? I don’t mean trying to trick yourself into thinking you do; I mean, what would your ideal experience as a Wolf be?”

Galinda laughed self-consciously. “I don’t know,” she said. “I guess…I wouldn’t want to be alone. But I’d also need to feel certain that I wouldn’t hurt whoever I’m with, or I’d be stressed out the whole time. I just want it to feel normal, like I’m just the same as I always am except how I look. I want to be able to just walk around without anyone thinking I’m dangerous.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “That might be easier if I weren’t actually dangerous.”

Elphaba hummed. “Well,” she said, “that might not be possible right now, but…” She took Galinda’s hand. “I can promise I will treat you just the same. I have complete faith in you, Galinda. You just need to find it in yourself, too.”

Galinda took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’m going to try again, and this time…” She hesitated. “This time, I want you to stay here right next to me. I won’t hurt you.”

She spoke with a firm resolve, but her hand shook in Elphaba’s grasp, betraying her nerves. Elphaba brought that trembling hand to her lips and pressed a warm kiss to Galinda’s knuckles. “You won’t hurt me,” she repeated calmly. “And I can still get to the door either way. You can do this, Galinda.”

Galinda squeezed Elphaba’s hand tight and closed her eyes. “I can do this,” she repeated under her breath.

Elphaba waited patiently, willing to sit still and watch the little signs of Galinda’s focus all night if she needed to. It was a steady thing: Galinda’s brows drawn together, her breath slow and even. Elphaba didn’t know how long it went on, nor did she care, before Galinda’s breath hitched just slightly and signaled some sort of change.

Elphaba didn’t move or make a sound. She didn’t want to break Galinda out of her concentration, but she still felt her friend anchored in her hand as something in her body shifted and pushed a heavy gasp out of her.

Galinda opened her eyes and trained them on Elphaba, who nodded encouragingly despite the pang in her chest knowing Galinda was already in pain. She reached up to cup the blonde’s cheek, and Galinda leaned into her palm as she sucked in another sharp breath with the sound of popping in her back—her shoulder blade, Elphaba realized, shifting under her skin toward its new position.

“Help me—“ Galinda gasped again. “Help me get my—my gown off. Please.”

“Right.” Elphaba reached down to shimmy the bottom of Galinda’s nightgown out from under her hips, then pulled it up as far as she could get it. She kept her eyes firmly averted from her friend’s chest, focusing instead on her face, and said, “Are you able to lift your arms for me?”

Galinda nodded and haltingly did as Elphaba asked, though she couldn’t move her arms as well as she normally could. Her elbows seemed drawn down to her sides, and it looked even more painful for Galinda to push them up enough to wriggle the clothing off and over her head.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“Are you okay?” Elphaba asked. “This is all normal, right?”

Galinda nodded, even though her muscles tensed and teeth clenched as another wave of pain rippled through her. She trembled as her body changed, slowly, agonizingly: her feet and forearms lengthening, her face screwed up in discomfort as her snout emerged and her ears shifted toward the top of her head.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet,” Elphaba said. She didn’t want to get in the way, didn’t want to overwhelm Galinda further, but she couldn’t help it—she laid her hand on Galinda’s shoulder where it framed her chest now, and rubbed her thumb soothingly back and forth over it as coarse wheaten fur sprouted from the skin there.

Galinda let out a noise like a whimper, half Human and half Wolf, and Elphaba’s heart ached for her friend. The process was as ugly as it was fascinating, but only because it incited such pain. Every part of Galinda was beautiful, including the in-between parts, but Elphaba wished she could do something to ease the suffering running through the frame of Galinda’s shifting body.

But eventually, finally, the cracking and creaking and whimpering ended, and Galinda collapsed into the shavings, panting and exhausted. Elphaba crept toward her face and hesitantly laid a hand against a furry cheek.

“Galinda?” she said softly, willing her friend to look at her. She’d keep her promise and leave the barn if she needed to, but she hoped she would still see her friend behind those big, dark eyes.

And when those eyes opened to look at her, Elphaba could see clearly the spark of Galinda’s spirit within them. Elphaba let out a breathy laugh and kissed Galinda’s soft forehead. “You did it,” she said. “Galinda, you did it!”

The Wolf lifted her head and seemed to smile as she affectionately butted the side of her face against Elphaba’s.

“Do you feel all right?” Elphaba asked. She wrapped an arm under Galinda’s neck to hug her gently. “I know it must still hurt, but is everything where it’s supposed to be?”

Galinda let out a chuffing sound and nodded, brushing the soft fur of her face against Elphaba’s skin.

“Good,” Elphaba chuckled. She held Galinda’s face between her hands and smiled. “Would you look at that?” she said. “It’s just you. Nothing scary at all.”

Galinda’s tail gave a low wag against the shavings, stirring them into the air, and she stuck just the tip of her tongue out to lick Elphaba’s cheek.

Elphaba laughed and ruffled Galinda’s fur. “All right,” she said. “Do you think you’ll have an easier time sleeping like this? Or do you want to change back?”

Galinda sighed and paused as if in thought, then shifted in the bedding to get more comfortable. She pointed with her nose at her side and looked back at Elphaba, her eyes somehow conveying even more pleading than usual.

“You don’t have to look at me like that,” Elphaba teased. “I couldn’t say no to you even if I wanted to.” She retrieved her blanket from the opposite wall and laid it across the shavings at Galinda’s side, then settled down to lean against the soft mound of her ribcage. Galinda’s heart drummed a slow, steady rhythm beneath Elphaba’s ear, so powerful that she could feel it against her skin like this. As much trouble as she’d had sleeping last night, she doubted she’d stay awake for long with such a soothing sound in the background of her consciousness.

Elphaba’s mind did wander, though, as she waited for sleep to take her. It wandered back to the note Fiyero had left on Galinda’s bedside table, which she’d pretended she hadn’t noticed. But the words on the paper echoed in her memory as she tried to puzzle out what it meant.

Because it seemed obvious to Elphaba, but that didn’t mean her interpretation was true. Wasn’t it more likely that she was reading into it, knowing how recently her affections for Galinda had been fully realized? Of course, if she was desperate, she could believe that Fiyero meant to push the two of them together romantically—but Oz, would it not be presumptuous and rather conceited of her to think that way?

After all, Galinda was Fiyero’s beloved, and Fiyero was hers. Why would he even be receptive to this, let alone encourage it? And it would mean Galinda not only felt something for her in return, but that Fiyero knew about it. He’d left the note for her, not for Elphaba.

So, of course he only meant to give them privacy as friends, or perhaps roommates. They lived together and he didn’t, so he probably didn’t want to overstay his welcome. It seemed so obvious and innocent after thinking about it for a moment rather than relying on her heart to inform her impressions.

It didn’t matter, truly. She hadn’t been meant to see it in the first place, and she should really just pretend she never had. Speculation would do nothing for her, and what Galinda needed right now was a friend, anyway. Maybe not a friend who thought a little too much about how beautiful she was, but one who would simply be there for her, which Elphaba hoped she was doing a good enough job of.

Galinda did seem to be feeling a bit better today. Aside from the unfortunate fluke in the sorcery seminar, she’d been in relatively good spirits—and had managed to transform of her own volition. There wasn’t much they could discuss now, seeing as Galinda couldn’t talk, but Elphaba hoped her friend felt as proud of herself as she did.

And in the morning, when Elphaba woke to Galinda’s own waking movements after what was finally a long, restful night for the both of them, her chest swelled with the fondness that seemed to be smothering her more with every passing day.

Galinda stretched her forelegs and let out a high-pitched, squeaky yawn, which Elphaba couldn’t help but laugh at. Galinda groaned and playfully nudged Elphaba’s shoulder, nearly threatening to topple her over into the shavings.

“All right, all right, I’m sorry,” Elphaba chuckled. “You slept well, my sweet?”

Galinda heaved a blissful sigh and lay on her side to stretch out completely, which Elphaba understood to mean Yes, and I’m still comfy.

“I’m glad,” Elphaba said. “But we do have to be getting back if we want time for breakfast before class.”

Galinda groaned in response, but she hauled herself to her feet to shake the shavings out of her fur before beginning the transformation back.

Elphaba hadn’t thought it would be any different the other way around, but it seemed much easier and much faster for Galinda to return to her Human form. It still looked painful, and it elicited a few yelps and whines before it was finished, but within just a minute or two the last of the changes were complete. Galinda’s familiar figure crouched on the floor, her hair hanging in a tousled curtain over her chest as she paused to catch her breath.

“Here,” Elphaba said, scooping Galinda’s nightgown up from where she’d folded it and set it aside. She turned her back to allow her friend to dress and only turned back around when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Elphaba’s breath caught when she found Galinda absolutely beaming at her, eyes bright with excitement and exuding the most radiant joy Elphaba had seen on her since they met. She froze, stuck staring at the human sunbeam in front of her, until Galinda squealed and threw her arms around Elphaba’s neck.

“Elphie!” Galinda chirped. “That was amazing. I did it; I did it on purpose, and I didn’t feel scared or angry or…and I just felt like me. The whole time!”

Elphaba hugged Galinda back, warm fuzzies spreading through her core at the contact. “You were amazing,” she said. “I knew you could do it. And just imagine how much better you’ll feel with more practice?”

Galinda giggled and nuzzled into Elphaba’s neck. “I’m not a lost cause,” she breathed. “I might have a real future.”

“Of course you have a future,” Elphaba said, her arms tightening subconsciously around Galinda before he pulling back to look her in the eye. “You’re perfect, Galinda. Regardless of what you’ve gone through. You’ve already proven how strong you are; this is just more of the same.”

“It’s you, you know.”

Elphaba’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“It’s you.” Galinda picked a wood shaving out of Elphaba’s braids and smiled as she smoothed them back behind her shoulders. “I was never this brave before I met you. And I’ve never—never felt calm like I did last night as a Wolf. And you stopped my transformation the other night. It’s you, Elphie; I don’t know how, but you just…you make everything better.”

Elphaba’s heart felt like it might come screeching to a stop at any moment. Galinda’s hands lingered on her shoulders, her eyes stared deep into Elphaba’s, and her mirthful smile had faded into something softer, something almost reverent in the way her brow turned up toward the middle.

It took a few heartbeats before Elphaba remembered she needed to form words, and she just barely managed to say, “All I want is to make things better for you.”

Galinda stared at her for a moment longer, wide eyes brimming with emotion. “Well, you do a very good job,” she said. She paused, then swallowed and let her hands fall from Elphaba’s shoulders. “Would you—would you mind grabbing my crutch for me?”

Elphaba’s eyes widened as she realized Galinda had been standing with her weight on one foot. “Oh,” she said, “of course. Sorry.” She turned hastily toward the wall the crutch leaned on and returned with it as quickly as she could. Galinda took it and leaned on it with a relieved sigh.

“Thanks, Elphie,” she said. “Sorry for leaning on you like that.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Elphaba said. But she felt weak in the wake of Galinda’s touch, her heart fluttering like a schoolgirl’s.

It’s not like that, Elphaba reminded herself. Great Oz, when did she become like this? She may have had a short-lived crush or two before she’d grown up, but she hadn’t even realized it was possible to feel so smitten for somebody, and so quickly.

It overwhelmed her so completely that she wasn’t even sure she could keep it to herself anymore, and as she absentmindedly trailed beside Galinda back to the campus proper, she decided she did have to talk about it with somebody—before she ended up spilling her heart out to Galinda herself.

[weissmotherfuckerschnee]

Rose-Queendom part 4!

Weiss woke up and found herself lying on the floor, surrounded by a forest similar to the emerald forest.

Getting up and dusting herself off, Weiss noticed that instead of her school uniform or her usual combat outfit, she was wearing formal lightblue suit pants, flats (she didn't really need heels anymore since her growth spourt) a white dress shirt and a lightblue jacket, but not like a suit, it reminded her more of what a prince or knight would be wearing in a fairytail or movie. She even had Myrthenaster at her side.

For a moment she was confused by the new cloths, before remembering that Shion said her appearance would be like Ruby saw her.

Blushing and smiling at the thought of Ruby seeing her like this, she was even more determined to save the love of her life.

Looking around, she noticed a castle in the distance. Since she had nowhere else to go, and didn't see anything else but forest, she decided to go in that direction.

While walking towards the castle, she noticed a lot of things.

For example, there was absolutely no wildlife. Well it was a dream, but still....

After walking for a while the bright sunny sky turned dark and gloomy.

Soon the forest plants turned to thorny tendrils. And before she knew it she had to fight through them, because they blocked her way with no way around.

It's like they were protecting the castle and what or who was inside. Her gut told her that she was on the right way. Good thing she had Myrthenaster with her.

After what felt like hours of her fighting through the foliage, she finally reached the other side.

Her clothes got torn and she had quite a few scratches on her arms and face, but she was finally at the castle walls.

She placed a door for safety and decided to give Shion a call to update them about the situation.

After reporting what she has senn so far, her clothing, the thorny vines, the castle. It all reminded Weiss of a fairytail setting, but a bit more dark. She was only really surprised by the gloomy atmosphere.

Shion told her to be carefull, since they don't know what will expect them. Weiss was still in Ruby's subconscious, and since she was emotional vunerable enough for the grimm to take root, everything was possible.

Weiss understood what Shion was telling her, but a part of her didn't want to believe that she hadn't noticed that something was wrong.

Looking back on it, Weiss had just been so happy to see her again, but also nervous about what she was planning to do that she just ignored the fact that Ruby had been a bit distant since she returned.

But this could also have been because she was gone for over a month, and had just been exhausted....

Shaking her head and taking a deep breath Weiss let go of these thought for now.

She couldn't be negative right now! She had to find Ruby and wake her up.

After hanging up, Weiss started looking for a way into the castle.

It didn't take her long to find the gate, leading to the castlegrounds. It was a huge wooden gate, guarded by several Soldiers.

Since these were the first people Weiss has met in there, she decided to hide for a moment and to observe them.

The Soldiers wore a red suit of armore, covering them from head to toe and were armed with swords or bows. There was nothing especially remarkable about them, except that all of them wore Ruby's Rose emblem on ther chest.

After counting up to 6 guard infront of the gate and on top of the guards tower, Weiss decided for a plan of action.

Since Ruby also seemed to see her as some kind of knight or prince, Weiss decided to try her luck and just walk up to them and demand entrance.

In the best case, she will just be let through. In the worst case she had to fight her way in.

As soon as she walked up to them, she knew that she wasn't welcome.

The guards all immediately became allert and drew their weapons. The one in charge was the one who aproached her first.

The hostility in his eyes was shocking "you've really got guts to show your face here after what you have done." The men started to surround her.

"If you think we'd let you anywhere near our queen, you are mistaken..... Schnee."

He basically spat her name, like it tasted foul in his mouth.

Since she wasn't one to be easily intimidated, Weiss got into fighting position, placind her hand on Myrthenasters hilt. "I don't know what you are accusing me off. I have nothing but the best intentions. I just seek out to have an audience by the queen"

Since this was all Happening in Ruby's subconscious, she had to play along to find her partner. She had no doubts that Ruby was the Queen of this castle.

She only had a few seconds to react and block the incomming attack off one of the guards.

All at once they started attavking her

It wasn't an easy fight, beeing outmatched 6 to 1, but she managed to keep the upper hand.

It only took minutes for it to become a 1 on 1 fight with the one in charge. "YOU CLAIM TO HAVE THE BEST INTENTIONS?! WHERE WERE THESE SO CALLED INTENTIONS WHEN YOU STABBED OUR QUEEN?!! SHE TRUSTED YOU AS HER PERSONAL GUARD!" The men kept yelling at her while fighting.

Weiss barely managed to keep the upper hand, her mind thrown off by what he was saying. She attacked Ruby? She would never do such a thing! This must all be a big missunderstanding!

"I'd never hurt her! She is the love of my life and whoever claims I commited such an atrocious crime, will get to know me!"

Ehat Weiss didn't see coming was that tje gate opened and more guards came rushing out.

She knew she wouldn't last long against all of them. She had to retreat.

Fortunately her semblence seemed to work in this realm and she managed to escape to the door she set up earlier.

Her mind was still racing after hearing these accusations. She'll have to get to the botzom of these before returning.

Looking back to the castle Weiss swore to come and save Ruby. "Please hold on Ruby. I'll come back to save you" with that she left the world in Ruby's mind.