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DAD'S BEST FRIENDâl.hs
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warnings: smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, making out, nicknames, age gap
genre: smut
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â heesung x reader ; Heeseung was your favorite person when you were a little girl, but after moving to a new country, you slowly started to forget him through the ages. Forget all his beautiful features, the memories you shared with him, and the song he sang to you the last night you saw him. Receiving little kisses and sleeping with him wasn't the same as you remembered either.
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When you were a little girl, your dad used to invite his best friend, Heeseung, over to your house every weekend, and you couldnât have been happier. You loved him because he was always kind, and he brought you small yet sweetest gifts like chocolate, a plushie, flowers, hair clips, and other cutesy things. You ran into his arms, he picked you up and gave you a little peck on the cheek.
Heeseung adored you and treated you like his own little girl. That's why he surprised you with something nice on weekends, and you slowly started to feel like he was your family member.
In the summer you went on a holiday together to the sea. You built sand castles and played together in the sea. He stayed by your side all day, read you a goodnight story, and even slept with you after dinner when your parents went out to have a romantic dinner together. You felt never-ending joy throughout the whole week but little did you know, that this was the last time you would spend this much time together and be this close to him.
After the trip, your parents announced that youâll be moving countries next month. Your little heart broke when you realized that you wonât see Heeseung anymore. You started crying.
âDad I donât want to go anywhere. I donât want to say goodbye to uncle Hee.â -You cried holding his legs.
âDarling, you will see Heeseung, you donât have to say goodbye foreverâ
âThatâs not true, please let me stay here with him â
And you were so right. After you had to say goodbye for almost 10 years, you slowly started to forget the hurtful, empty feeling that Heeseung left in your heart as you grew up. Furthermore, you made a lot of friends at the new place which also made you forget about the feeling of missing him. Searching him through the internet or asking his number from your parents was nowhere in your mind either.
This summer you went to work in a cafe. Today was a usual day, you did all your tasks at your workplace until your dad called you up at the end of your shift saying that youâll be going on a vacation 2 weeks later.
âHello darling, just wanted to let you know that weâre going on a trip soon. So buy yourself something if you want. Tell me how much money you need and Iâll send it to you.â -then he hung up on you.
âFine Dad, thank you for saying and listening to my answer as well.â
Right at that moment your phone started buzzing again.
âI forgot to mention that Heeseung will be joining us, he can finally take some weeks off of his companyâ
You froze at hearing Heeseungâs name. The last time you heard his name was the time when you said goodbye to him. It was around a decade ago. You remembered that moment so well. He gave small kisses on your head while you hugged him as tightly as youâve never before. Oh gosh, just forget it for now. A-and what about his company? He probably has a wife and kids for now too. It wonât be the same as it used to be â you thought.
However, the real question was how should you act? How should you greet him? Or worse how will you talk to him?
âAre you ready sweetheart?â -Your mother asked.
âNuhuhâ -you muttered under your breath- âYes I amâ - you screamed from your room.
âLet me take this from your handâ -Your dad said, putting your suitcase in the car.
You put up your headphones on your head and sit inside the car. The ride was quite long but you were busy guessing what will happen when you saw Heeseung. Will he treat you like a baby or will he remember you? How will you react after seeing him with his wife and children? Will you be alone for the whole trip? You didnât know the answers to your questions. Slowly you saw the airport sign which helped you come back to reality and realize that itâs time to face Heeseung.
You stepped out of the car, got your suitcase, put your headphones down onto your neck, and headed inside the building with your family.
In less than 5 minutes you heard your dadâs voice, greeting Heeseung.
âHeeseung, long time no see, itâs good to see you again.â
You stayed aback, and looked down, not ready to meet him. But as soon as your name was called you turned your head to the left and your gaze met with Heeseungâs immediately.
There was he, in black jeans with a white shirt, and black sunglasses at the top of his head letting you see his brown bambi eyes for the first time after a while.
âY/n come here, say hi to your uncle.â -He said sweetly.
You froze. Despite being the next to greet him you couldnât take a step further.
Heeseung saw your shocked reaction so he decided to come instead and quickly greeted you with a warm hug as always. But this time you didnât jump into his arms.
âHello sweetheart, did you miss me? I missed you so much, you know?â -You just stood there still not moving but then it felt right to hug him back slowly, your hands staying on his back. His perfume and warmth made goosebumps all over your skin so you decided to take a step back.
âDonât mind Y/n sheâs a bit quiet these days.â -your dad told Heeseung.
âAh, I understand. She grew up, Iâm no longer her favorite uncle Hee.â -He showed you a sad expression and turned his gaze back to your dad.
No longer your favorite? And what if heâs still your favorite? What if you still love him deep inside just as much as when you were little?
You felt a pang of guilt for your cold reaction. Despite the years apart, Heeseung's warmth hadn't changed. Later, you wanted to say something, to show him he still meant a lot to you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you offered a small smile, hoping it conveyed what you couldn't express aloud before.
As you boarded the plane together, you couldn't help but steal glances at Heeseung. His presence stirred up a mix of nostalgia and newfound curiosity. He looked almost the same like he didnât age at all but he was more handsome in your eyes. You didnât remember him looking like this but your relationship wonât be the same again, right?
Your parents sat at the first class (of course), Heeseung sat at the business class and here you were on the economy part stuffed between a lot of people. You were ready for the trip, feeling excited. You decided on sleeping after the plane took off, entering dreamland. After an hour you woke up and went to the washroom. It was locked. You waited for a few seconds then Heeseung stepped out of the cabin.
âOh, hey Y/n. Are you here in the business class too?â
âUhm, n-no. Iâm in the economy class.â
âWhy didnât you tell me? I have an empty seat beside me. Come and sit with me, okay?â -He gave you a heart-warming smile and stroked your arm softly.
âReally? I mean, thank you Heeseung.â -his touch sent a shiver down your spine while you tried to get out a word from your mouth.
âYeah, of course. By the way, there is no need to speak formally with me baby. Just call me Hee or anything you want as you did before.â
âOh, okay â -you blushed and looked down, couldnât look into his eyes- âThen Iâll go and look for you when Iâm done Heeâ -the word Hee felt weird trailing off your lips but you tried to adjust to it.
After getting your stuff, you moved to the business class and searched for Heeseung. When you found him you sat down and made yourself comfortable. You thought about watching a movie to pass the time somehow until suddenly you switched your plans. You hesitated about this move but slowly reached Heeseungâs side and touched his arm. He immediately turned his gaze to you and gave you a soft smile.
âDo you want to talk for a few minutes? We talked a long time ago.â -you whispered.
âOf course Y/n! As long as you want.â
âFirst of all, sorry for behaving like that before. I didnât mean to be rude or anything. I was shocked because it was the first time I saw you after 10 years.A-and..â -you stopped when he held your hand.
âYou donât have to say sorry Y/n. I fully get you. How about we make more memories this time to fill the gap of the past years? -your hands still in his.
The first few days were amazing. Every morning you did your morning routine, dressed up in a bikini and a dress on top of that. Some days you let your hair fall down onto your shoulders and the other days you braided it. You packed your camera, and favorite book in your bag then you heard a few knocks on your door. It was Heeseung.
He went out with you every day to buy breakfast and eat it next to the sea. Those croissants were your favorite next to the cappuccino. You explored the village together while taking photos non-stop, and talking about everything you missed out from each otherâs lives. After lunch, you bought some snacks and fruits to eat at the beach later. It made you feel nostalgic when you swam or jumped into the water together. Furthermore, sometimes you didnât even realize when Heeseung took photos of you or accidentally you held hands.
Tonight, you went to a restaurant that had the perfect view to the coast and the village. You both admired how it was lit up by the moonshine and the pretty lights which made the night more beautiful.
âDo you remember when we were together like this years ago? Your parents had dinner, while we ate hamburgers with fries and a milkshake.â -he smiled brightly.
âI remember it too wellâŠâ
âThen we walked back together to the hotel and I slept with you after reading some goodnight stories and even played the guitar for you to sleep well.â
âHonestly, I canât sleep well for years so I might ask you to sing something for me later.â
âOf course, princess but I have to ask you for something in return.â
âIt depends on what would you ask.â
âSleep with me.â -you choked on your drink.
âWhat?â
âJust like when you were younger. Nothing else just sleeping in the same bed. I miss that moment. That was the last vacation we spent together.â
You did what you've agreed on. Heeseung played the guitar for you while you entered dreamland.
A few hours later, in the middle of the night, you felt an arm around your waist. There was no need to check whoâs arm was that because you knew Heeseung stayed with you for the night.
âUncle Heeâ -you tried to turn around and face him which wasnât quite easy due to his strong grip.
âHm?â -he slowly opened his eyes.
âCan I be honest with you?â
âGo on babyâ
âDo you think this is wrong what weâre doing?â
âWhat do you think Y/n? Do you feel like this is wrong?â
âUhm I donât know actually. This feels so right but..â -you looked down, thinking about how to say out your feelings.
"But? Baby, donât think about anything right now just try to relax." -He gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek. "As you do that, Iâll make sure you donât overthink what feels wrong or right." -His voice lowered as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Your heart raced as Heeseung's lips finally met yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was everything you had dreamed of and more, a perfect blend of the familiar comfort he had always provided and the new, exciting feelings blossoming between you. As you melted into the kiss, you knew that there was no way back.
His large hands started caressing your body while he kissed your plump lips passionately. From the new sensual sensation, you couldnât hold back your moans which only made Heeseung want more from you.
Then, he moved to your neck peppering them with loads of wet kisses. Gently, he turned you to your back and pulled up your nightgown to reveal and let him kiss your soft bare skin. Goosebumps spread all over your skin from his touch and lips. âHeeseungâ -you breathed out his name. He just reacted with a smirk and then came up to your beautiful face to give you one last kiss before pulling down your pantie.
âAw baby, youâre so wet already. Youâre so cute.â -He whispered and gave a small kiss to your pussy.
You tried to relax as much as possible but it wasnât easy when Heeseungâs cock was buried deep inside your cunt and all you could think about is how he perfectly he stretched you out. Heeseung groaned at the feeling of how tight you were and squeezed around his length.
As he pounded into your sweet and sensitive pussy desperately, he reached your cervix making your eyes roll back in pleasure. Heeseung pulled you impossibly closer to his body by your waist and trusted you even deeper making you a moaning mess. You felt like youâd reach your orgasm anytime.
âFuck, look at you right now princess, youâre taking me so wellâ -He said between his deep thrust.
âHeeseung, I-Iâm gonna cum.â -You cried out, getting more closer and closer to it.
He grinned and slammed his hips into you harder and faster making clapping sounds of your skins smacking against each other.
âCum for me sweetheartâ -He said out of breath as he came at the same time as you right that moment. You clenched around his cock and he let his head fall back from satisfaction. His hot cum dripped down on your thighs which made you the happiest in that moment although you still trembled from the sensation. You were panting and mewing while Heeseung cleaned you up to pull you closer to him as fast as possible.
After that, he put the blanket on you, and gently pulled your fragile body into his arms. You kissed each other for a few more minutes until you started to feel sleepy and closed your eyes.
"Goodnight baby" -Heeseung whispered to your ear while looking at you finally drifting off to sleep.
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Last one I swear...What If 141...had an American girlfriend and they argued or had to teach them about some cultural differences? Football/soccer...currency...bathroom/loo, etc.
You said last one but we know that's not true. Don't blame you though. Keep them coming.
I love this idea. It's so cute! Translation mixup, confusion about slang, cultural differences, etc. Even though the Brits speak English, it's nothing like American English in a lot of respects, which is why I find this prompt so fun!
Wanted to make this quick and short. Presented in four drabbles. Enjoy!!
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Task Force 141 x Reader
Content & Warnings: brief swearing, brief mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 400
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
âThose are cookies, Kyle.â
âItâs a biscuit.â
âNo,â you say, shaking your head. âA biscuit is savory. Cookies are sweet.â
âYour biscuit is a scone.â
âOh my god,â you groan.
An old lady navigates around the two of you inside the grocery store. Her cart almost clips you.
Kyle glances down at the list in his hands. âWhat the fuck is an eggplant?â
âWe need it for dinner on Tuesday.â
âBut what is it?â
You point and Kyle follows. His arm drops to his side and he side-eyes you.
âThatâs an aubergine.â
âThatâs an aubergine,â you mimic as Kyle laughs.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
The front of the pub is painted all black with intricate gold lettering. A nearby streetlamp casts the front window in a warm glow.
âRemember what I told you?â asks Simon.
You both stare at the pub, neither moving to the door just yet.
âTell me again.â
Simon clears his throat. âIf Iâm buying a round, donât offer money for your portion. Order at the bar but donât linger. Know what you want. Respect closing time.â
He pauses and you see him turn in the reflection of the window.
âGot it?â he asks.
âGot it.â
âLetâs get bloody pissed then.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
âYouâve got this. Donât stress.â Johnny grasps your shoulders and squeezes. âItâll be fine.â
âWhat if I mess up. Make a fool of myself?â
âYou wonât,â he affirms.
âJohnny.â
He sighs and then cups the sides of your face. âYou donât have to say anything but three things.â You breathe deep, and Johnny goes in for a quick kiss. âWhat are they?â
âAye,â you say. âWhich means yes.â
âNaw,â and this is you emphasize with a terrible accent that makes Johnny wince, âis no.â
âWhat else?â
âItâs okay to use âfuckâ casually in a sentence.â
âThatâs my girl,â laughs Johnny.
John Price
âIf youâre coming to the game, youâre calling it by its proper name,â says John, pointing at you.
âWhat?â you ask with pretend aloofness. âSoccer?â
âFootball,â he growls with annoyance.
It irritates John when you call the sport by its American name. But you do it anyway just to tease him.
John holds up a jersey. âThis is important to me.â
âI know.â
âItâs a game with the boys.â
You pat his shoulder. âI know, John.â
He sighs. âWhat is it called?â
You remain quite and John arches an eyebrow.
âSoccer,â you answer, grinning.
âYouâre lucky youâre so damn cute.â
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Pairing: Lando Norris x bride! reader
summary: they are getting married and Y/N surprises Lando by having a nap scheduled into their wedding day đ€
Requested: yes anonymous
Warnings: Lando being horny and first time writing social media au.
You sat outside the balcony taking in the light breeze and sunny weather. On your lap lay your laptop, which overflowed with a million events for your perfect dream wedding.
Looking at all the events, you made space for an hour's nap. You knew that wasn't enough to keep you awake, so you could only count on coffee.
But nonetheless, you were looking forward to getting married to the love of your life Lando.
It was no secret you had both been head over heels for each other especially Lando.
You decide to go inside after looking at all the food you were to serve to the guests.
The apartment was open with a nice large kitchen and a big living room with a TV, covering the walls and shelves were some of Lando's achievements in F1.
You watch as Lando appears on the other side of the living room before giving you a hug.
"Hey, baby...were you working on the wedding?", Lando said before taking the laptop out of your hand and setting it on the table beside him.
"Just some final touches", you shrug before sitting on the couch.
"Can I see", Lando grinned taking the laptop already. You only nodded in response watching him open your laptop.
You watch his green eyes scan over the laptop in concentration, making sure to get every detail about the schedule.
"hmm...Baby what is this hour nap time", Lando pointed at the laptop in confusion.
"Oh Lan, you know how I love my sleep," You said laying down on his lap as he moved the laptop a little so it didn't hurt you.
"Yes baby", he smiled.
"Well, I needed my nap time," You said closing your eyes.
"During our wedding", Lando laughed at the schedule, which only made you annoyed.
You sat up quickly, "Yes Lando, I must have the nap time unless you want me to be cranky". You looked away mad at Lando laughing at you.
"Sorry for laughing, but now you are my baby", Lando smiled but it only confused you.
"What...What do you mean??", you said questioning his weird sentence.
"Because a baby needs nap time so I can call you baby wife", Lando laughed at your mad face.
"It's not funny", you said before grabbing the pillow from behind you and throwing it directly at Lando's face.
Only for him to throw it back at you and that's how the pillow fight started with you and Lando throwing pillows at each other before, breaking out in giggles with you both on the floor tired and a mess of pillows around you.
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yourusername: Stop calling me baby wife but I love you>3 Landonorris: Never, Love You tooâ€
Landonorris: you could beat me up and I'd thank you
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Landonorris: I thought we were friends
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User3: I don't want Lando, I want Y/N
User4: I want both
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Yourusername: love you too đ©·>3 Landonorris: what about me charlesleclerc: đ€đ€đ€
Kellypiquet: Looking so beautiful, P loved being the flower girl đ
Yourusername: thank you and P was so cute đ„°
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Landonorris: To my perfect wife, you make my life complete and put up with my bullshit and I cannot wait to love you forever and ever.
And Yes that's a picture of Y/N sleeping on our wedding day â€ïž
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Landonorris: Hehehehe
Mclaren: Congratulations and Lando leave Y/N alone
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Username6: Ms.Rabbit has fainted
Username7: Ms.Rabbit has fainted again.
Username8: LOVE THE DRESS
Username9: THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!
maxfewtrell: Congratulations Lando so happy to be your best man and prayers for Y/N for being able to deal with Lando.
Landonorris: What do you mean, I am an absolute angel đ Username10: LMAO Lando and Max
Charles_leclerc: Congrats Mr and Mrs Norris.
Yourusername: You were only invited because of Alex
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Username12: HOW DOES SHE LOOK SO PERFECT EVEN WHEN SLEEPING!!!
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Yourusername: đ
charlesleclerc: My eyes, keep it pg there are kids here
maxverstappen1: yeah you đ«”
Username13: how much alcohol was digested for Lando to act like that
danielriccardo: Lando always acts like an idiot Mclaren: I feel bad for Y/N Landonorris: WTF
Landonorris: My baby WIFE looks so hot, my god I want you right now!!
Landonorris: break me, use me, please
Oscarpiastri: Zac said you are banned from using social media
Landonorris: you looked so sexy, baby đ„Ž
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Username14: Lando is so funny
Username15: And the horniness continuous
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Yourusername: LUVE YOU TOO!!! đ©·
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Landonorris: Don't worry guys I got my phone back from Mclaren đ. If anyone was wondering Y/N is fine but she passed out in the middle of the road, way past my baby wife's bedtimeđŽ.
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Username16: Only Y/N would do this
Username17: She's love's her sleep Username16: probably more than Lando
maxverstappen1: I'm surprised Lando can carry Y/N
Landonorris: I am strong đȘ carlossaniz55: sure mate sure
Username18: seeing Lando being made fun of by Carlos and Max is hilarious.
Username19: Y/N passing out on the road was not on my F1 bingo
Username20: it was on mine
Yourusername: I told you to stop calling me baby wife
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Username21: giggling and kicking my feet seeing how cute they aređ
Username22: I am too single to be here
Landonorris: OH MY GOD
Landonorris: I want her to wrap her legs around my headđ«
Mclaren: LANDO, we have a meeting tomorrow about you getting PR trained!
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I love your work, and Iâve been creeping on your master list and itâs so good đâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâŠ pls do one with Azriel and AFAB reader who finds out first that theyâre true mates but says nothing at all, too scared that heâll reject her cause heâs in love with Elain and she witnesses the whole necklace gifting/almost kiss between them and runs away, tries to avoid both of them for days and gets sick or injured or something and thatâs when Az realizes it too and smut ensues đ«¶đâ€ïž
Since You Have A Lover
pairing : azriel x afab!reader
warnings: angst babe, torture too (oopsđđ€Ł), not proofread, swearing, probs typos, mild smut at the end, testing out the longer fics and then weâre gonna figure out if longer or shorter is better đ«Ł
thank you for the request bean! i switched it up a little to add some much needed angst but iâm so happy youâve been enjoying đđ
oh andâŠeducate a girl. wtf is afab?đ respectfully ofc
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Deep breaths and a lowered gaze is how you make it through family dinners as your stomach lurches uncomfortably.
The feeling never got easier, even after months of enduring the debilitating emotions that ensued from watching your mate love another.
Itâs instinctual to be jealousâto compare yourself to Elain when Azriel refused to tear his eyes away. He was supposed to be your equal and yet the longer dinner went on with overhearing their hushed conversation and not-so-sneaky touches under the table; you felt anything but suitable in comparison.
Drowning those thoughts is surprisingly easy, a plethora of wine bottles are scattered about the table and not a single person bats an eye when you snatch one up for yourself. Theyâre too caught up in each other to realize youâve slipped away; abandoning the suffocating love that permeated from every direction besides your own.
Fresh air helps a little, the stolen bottle of wine aiding in keeping you warm from the unforgiving nighttime chill. Eventually the cool bite doesnât send shivers down your spine and you barely even flinch when bare skin meets cold stone, your gaze dipping down to lively town below.
Time moves too quickly as the observer, seconds bleeding into minutes until hours have passed and the bottle has nothing left to offer. Thereâs a brief moment where your foggy brain contemplates the effort it would take to retrieve another when your solitude is broken.
Two bodies burst through the balcony doors on the furthest side, mostly concealed by trees and flowers but youâd recognize those wings anywhere. A hand smacks over your mouth to conceal any sound, body freezing in place as you witness Azriel press Elain into the wall, his hands cradling the sides of her face lovingly.
A part of you shatters when you catch that sparkle in his eye, the eagerness in his movement to have her closer until her cheeks go flush and thick lashes flutter closed in preparation for the sweet kiss Azriel is sure to grant her.
Youâre unable to stomach another moment and neither of them even flinch when you shuffle from your spot and make a bee-line for the exit. Tears cloud your vision, shoulders shaking and steps unsteady as you all but run through the halls, darting up the stairs and colliding right into another body. âOh,â The startled sound is all but whimpered out of you and red eyes and splotchy cheeks are the first thing Nesta sees as you look up. âGods, Iâm sorry.â You scramble to your feet, retrieving the book sheâd dropped in the collision. âIâm so sorry, I wasnât watching here I was going.â
âThatâs not like you.â
A weak smile quirks at the corner of your mouth, unbound hair in unruly strands down your shoulders. âIâm not quite myself at the moment.â
Nesta hums in response, slender arms crossing over her chest and the fabrics of her nightgown shifts with the motion. Her gaze is scrutinizing, picking apart the truth from the lies and youâre infinitely grateful that she doesnât call you out on your state of disarray. âWant me to walk you to your room?â
âNo.â You whisper, hastily wiping your cheeks and attempting to smooth down stray hairs and wrinkled silks. âNo, I think Iâm going to go for a walk instead. I could use the fresh air.â
âItâs three in the morning.â
Nesta's neck cranes, slowly turning on the balls of her feet as you swiftly slip past her and make way for your chambers. Perhaps, it's the defeated slump of your shoulders that catches Lady Death's attention; that emptiness in your eyes that couldn't even be filled by the overflowing tears that stained your cheeks.
She considers waking Cassian--he always was better equipped to handle the emotions of others but you're already gone, disappearing behind the door without even saying goodnight. Something about the interaction forces her to linger, smutty book long forgotten as she waits to see you creep out that same room ten minutes later.
You're dressed to better accommodate the weather now. Thick leathers insulating body heat while subconsciously providing much needed compression--the tight fabric mimics comfort in its attempt to hold together the broken bits of you shoved inside.
Nesta's lips part, a million possible words resting at the tip of her tongue but you're quick to intercept, tone numb and alarmingly empty. "Don't wait up."
--
Being alone was supposed to be relaxing.
Distracting, at the very least.
But, all you could feel was the cool prickle of awareness at the back of your neck the whole time you sat at the edge of the mountains that overlooked the Sidra. Each time you'd slow your breathing and attempt to regulate the unusual beat of your heart with the captivating view of Velaris at night. While most were inside, the homes that resided there were full of life; lights glowing golden through their windows, laughs ebbing through the woodwork and creating a sense of serenity that refuses to wash over you as well.
Eyes narrow, shoulders squaring and fingers twitch for the sharp daggers strapped to your thighs. The thick trees youâd come through seems far less attractive now, branches craning out like grabbing hands with gaps of murky darkness that resembled giant mouths waiting to swallow you up. âNesta?â
The chuckle that breaks through the clearing is anything but feminine. âNot quite.â
It happens too fast--the hand that smacks over your mouth to mute the startled scream that rips free. You push against the solid wall of a body stationed behind you, attempting to sway his stability in order to break free but a sharp sting in your neck renders you still.
The burn that follows is instant and before you can stop it, the unforgiving darkness becomes all you know.
--
The palpable tension at breakfast is suffocating.
Azriel's seething brood casts angsty shadows along his strong build, creating a visible wall between himself and his High Lord after the stern conversation he was forced into the night before. It runs on repeat in the shadow singers mind, the order given to back off on his affections towards the middle Archeron sister.
It seems cruel. A sick form of punishment that Azriel can't quite wrap his mind around because who was really in charge of the tragectory of his life? Azriel ? Or his High Lord?
The mere thought has his teeth grinding in silent contempt, his gaze flickering around the table before landing on the bare spot directly across from him. His brows furrow, confusion briefly sweeping away the rage as he considers the time--your usual schedule and the words leave his mouth before he can stop them. "Where is she?"
A brief pause, the casual conversation slowing to a halt until Azriel catches a glimpse of something on Nesta's face--a strain of guilt he'd seen a million times on a trillion different faces. "Left earlier this morning." Polished silverware scrapes at fine china, pushing aside food that her body refuses to indulge in. "Said she was going for a walk."
Discontentment settles into Azriel's bones--a feeling he struggles to understand and Nesta's answer only exasperates the unsteady sensation.
"In this weather?" Grey clouds are thick in the sky, shades of slate and granite completely masking the sun as relentless rains pour down from above. "When was this?"
"Around three."
Cassian swears lowly from beside his mate, a sturdy hand resting at her shoulders but the regret lacing his features speaks plenty about the decision to stay quiet for so long. It was too dangerous, especially after the last few meetings Rhys had with Kier in Hewn. Change took time and the Steward and his men were complaining about that change taking too long. Hateful words were thrown in the name of the people of Hewn City and how they had desires too; dreams of a better world for themselves and their children but the High Lordâs better judgement rose question to the other consequences that could arise from giving what they were asking for. "Ness that was nearly eight hours ago."
The screech of Azriel's chair draws attention, a sudden boost of fuel being injected in his veins. "Did she tell you where she was going exactly?"
Nestaâs tone turns into vitriol, a subconscious reaction to the guilt that gnawed at her bones for not seeking for you sooner after finding you in your state. The reminder of tears streaming down your face flashes behind her eyelids; the choppiness of your words through labored breathing. How desperately youâd attempted to wrangle it together just long enough to make it to your room and suddenly the eldest Archeron feels that familiar uselessness creep beneath her skin. âShe didnât leave me a map with a drawn out routeâshe just said she needed air.â
âWhile crying?â It wasnât intentional, Rhysand seeing the flash of memory that Nesta had unknowingly projected; her mental walls caving for just a fraction of a minute before the iron doors had regained their formidable security. âWhat happened?â
âI donât know,â Silverware clatters against the table, staining table linen in strawberry jam but no one seems to give a shit when the severity of the situation behinds to settle over the room. Nesta runs a hand against the material of her dress, smoothening out wrinkles and creases in order to avoid all of the eyes settling over her face. âI was just going to the library to read and we bumped into each other. She came from the balconyâI offered to walk her to her room but she justâŠâ A sigh pulls free, jaw setting tightly. âI let her go.â
âNesta.â Feyreâs slow shake of her head holds enough disappointment to have Nestaâs shoulders squaring on the defensive.
âIâm not some evil bitch, I waited up!â She seethes, the beginnings of those silver flames lapping at the steely grey of her eyes but the fight within isnât truly directed towards Feyre or anyone else but herself. Because sheâd felt the exact moment that you walked from the doors and winnowed away, that sheâd made a grave mistake. Nestaâs shoulders sag, fingers bunching unforgivingly into the inky linen cloth until she felt the tips of her nails digging into the polished mahogany underneath. âI waited.â
Azrielâs already out of the room without a word.
He didnât have a right to shame her because Azriel had a feeling he knew what sent you running.
His teeth grind together when thinking back to the night before when he and Elain had scuffled off onto the balcony at the witching hour; hoping their sins would be shielded by the dark cast of night. Too caught up in one another to consider another already occupying the space.
And, no matter how many times Azriel brushed his fingertips over the soft curve of Elainâs cheeks or vyed for a fleeting touch when passing in the hallwaysâthe kiss he thought he wanted lacked the spark he was sure would flicker to life when lips grazed.
Heâd pulled away so abruptly, brows furrowing in a stark line discontentment that was visible to anyone with eyes and then he heard the broken whimper of a gasp.
Itâs been too easy to pass it off as Elain and far easier for him to forget about it altogether after Rhysand had found an embarrassed Elain rushing back to her room with flushed cheeks and an unsteady gait. Heâd never heard his brother shout so loud, the veins in his neck protruding as he ordered Azriel to never even look her way again. That if a quick fuck in the dead of the night was what he desired then Azriel should wander along the cobblestone streets of Velaris and find himself a suitable pleasure house and pay for it.
The words act as fuel, Azrielâs senses working on overdrive; shadows scrying for information faster than ever before until theyâd returned with something he could work with.
Dropped neatly in his palms were the cool steel of your twin blades that never left the secure holsters forever strapped to your thighs.
And they were soaked in your blood.
â
You recognized the suffocating dank smell that tended to fester when stuffed so far beneath the earthâthe perfect dungeon.
One youâd been in countless times before, wearing that shadowy mask of indifference when masquerading as the soulless monster that became necessary to survive while in Hewn City. It took decades of assistance by Azrielâs side; an apprentice of sorts when the bounds of your affections had just begun testing its limitsâwondering to see just how far youâd go just to be near him.
To get him to notice you. Your mate. Yours. Yours.
All of that seems so foolish now. Insignificant compared to the dire situation youâd found yourself entangled in.
Sharp twinges of pain throb up your neck, aches settling in from the uncomfortable position and itâs a strain when you shift in attempts to take in your surroundings. Fear lurches in your chest when your hands donât move, restrained by chains that had you hung up like a prized hog after a fresh hunt.
Not good. Not good. Not good. So, not good.
âI always did love that look.â Immediately your spine goes ramrod straight, fingers clenching into fists over the cool bite of the chains as that voice washed over you like a bucket of water. Refreshing on your own terms and a horrible wake up call when it wasnât. âWhen panic shifts into realizationâtruly a sight worth capturing. Especially when attached to such a delicate disposition.â
Delicate?
Youâd never once used that word in ordinance to yourself.
Hearing it now, under such circumstances makes your heart lurch, itâs beat untamed against your ribcage and it takes every bit of strength left to smooth that look of utter calm across your features. âCome a little closer, let me show you how sweet I can get.â
The underlying threat is easily palpable and Kier is wise not to follow the bait; aware of the wounded animals ability to put up a considerable fight and heâs too coward to brawl fairly. âAs tempting as that is, it wonât be me who plays with you tonight.â Your teeth bare into a snarl, pure promise rumbling from your chest and the sound encourages a chuckle from the male.
Heâs not close enough to injure; to swing the brunt of your weight around for a well-timed kick that you knew would disable long enough to figure a way out of these damn restraints. But even with the distance between you, the resemblance between this male and Mor was striking. Sheâd inherited the shape of his lips, even if the words she spoke were far sweeter than the shit spewed from her predecessor. More similarities are spotted during your scrutinizing evaluation of him; the line of his nose, the shade of his hair, the confident air that oozed from his formâno matter how misplaced it was.
âIâll kill anyone who dares lay a finger on me.â
âSo much fight in you,â Kier all but croons, his eyes raking across your body in a way that was less than savory. âI canât wait to see how long it lasts.â
Breathe.
Years of training beside the spymaster had prepared you for this very moment and itâs easier to drift back into the memory of just another session; before things had gotten so complicated and heâd just been a friend eager to teach if you were willing to learn. Countless times youâd been in a similar situationâyou, waking up tied up to some chair with ropes securing every possible joint in place and Azriel would leave you there as long as it took for you to figure your way out of it.
Allow the thrum of your heart be the beat that keeps you focused.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
Relax and take in your surroundings. Notice things no one else thinks is important because that could be the one thing that keeps you from an untimely death.
The cell wasnât very large, four stone walls covered in grime and mildew with just enough space for two grown men to fit semi-comfortably. No windows. One door with a thin slot at the top large enough for two eyes to peer inside. No fire. No light. No warmth. No breeze, just stale, dank air that tasted of iron when your breathed in too deep.
Just stay alive long enough to get help.
âWhat do you want from me?â
Kier inhales a greedy breath, his chest expanding in the ornate armor worn. It glistens even with no lightâproving that even with his privileged title, he was never the one who got his hands dirty. âMany things,â He finally confessed, the words airy and nonchalant. Heâs too cocky. Too comfortable. âBut first, I want you to tell me about the Cursebreakers sisters.â He dares a step closer, arms crossed casually behind his back as a dark look begins to worm its way into his eye. âI want you to tell me everything you know about the Made ones and the power they stole from the Cauldron.â
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
A smile works its way across his faceâone so familiar it taints good memories with its stain. âI hoped youâd say that.â Kier walks past, the smell of his cologne burning your nostrils and you couldnât imagine ever smelling tobacco and ash, bergamot and oakmoss without gagging ever again.
One knock on the thick steel door and slender male with hair like soot and eyes like a raven enters.
Your face remains a blank slate. Even as you take in the rubber material of his apron and the sturdy material of his leather boots. Well used gloves cover his hands and tucked under his left arm is a rawhide holder filled to the brim with all kinds of terrifying treats.
Breathe. Focus on your heart beat. Stay alive.
âWho are you?â
He takes his sweet time answering. Making a show of neatly setting down the holder and undoing the braided leather straps holding it in place. âYou can call me the Butcherâeveryone else does.â
âHow original.â A thick swallow to quell the nerves; to shove away the shake that threatened to disturb your carefully curated cadence. The chains rattle as you shift, the tips of your toes just barely skimming the cool ground beneath you but not quite enough to relieve your wrists of the burden of bearing the entirety of your weight. âWell, Butcherâcome make yourself useful and loosen my chains, will you? Itâs starting to chafe a bit.â
His head shakes in his denial, barely acknowledging the departing Steward and the heavy thud of the shutting doorâa lock sliding into place. âYou donât really want me to do that.â For donning such a threatening title, the Butcher is deceivingly soft-spoken. It sends your nerves into a fritz, triggering your fight or flight and for the first time since your eyes had opened and the darkness had waned; that delicately woven web of control slips from your grasp. âIf youâre as stubborn as I think you are,â The sharp ring of metal twangs through the air and in his grasp is a perfectly polished knife a little too curved to be considered a scalpel. âYouâll need something to hold onto. It helps with the painâŠfor a time.â
Breathe.
âThen letâs just get this over with, shall we?â
Butcher chuckles low under his breath, full lips concealed by an ever fuller beardâthe only thing about him that wasnât perfectly trim and proper. âNot a fan of foreplay?â
Fingers curl around the cool bite of thick chains, your chest rising and falling in a steady pattern as you began to dissociate. An attempt to keep your mind as protected as possible from whatever was to come. âIâm more of a rip-the-bandaid kind of girl.â
Death clings to the pristinely polished rubber of his apron, the creak of his gloves filling the space as worn fingers ready around the hilt of his weapon. âYou know,â Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Disappear off into that numb place deep, deep within your mind. Ignore the bite of the blade poking around already sensitive wounds. âUnder entirely different circumstances, I think I mightâve actually liked you.â
The switch flips so fastâtoo fast for you to catch but itâs impossible to miss the devastating burn that ripples through you as flesh is severed, muscle flayed and so, so much blood spilled.
Itâs hard to keep track of how much time passes down here without access to windows and youâre certain that itâs intentional, aiding in the psychological aspect of their torture.
Relax and take in your surroundings. Notice things no one else thinks is important because that could be the one thing that keeps you from an untimely death.
The masculine baritone of Azrielâs teachings repeated like a mantra in your mind until it becomes the only thing distracting you from the sound of your flesh tearing, your blood drip, drip, dripping a misshapen puddle beneath you.
You force yourself to keep conscious, mentally noting anything your eyes are able to latch onto. Insignificant things; ebony hair, umber skin, a brand burned into the middle of Butcherâs left wrist in a symbol half-obscured by his gloves.
Thereâs a block on your powers, not quite faebane in its most lethal dose but paired with the wards humming against the walls, you knew using magic wouldnât be an option for you. âTell me about the Made ones and I can stop.â
âI donât know anything.â
Just stay alive long enough to get help.
âYou live there with them,â Butcher goads, crooked teeth exposed when gritted into that grimace of a sneer. Leather creaks under the playful twist of his wrist, the sharpened blade carving at muscle and obliterating sinew until you swear it reaches bone. âYou share drink and food, you fight beside them in battle and you expect us to believe that secrets arenât shared as well?â Every breath is ragged, a sheen of sweat coating your skin and unruly hair sticks to the curve of your neck. âTell me what you know before I decide to get a little more creative in my methods.â
âEven if I did know anything, why the hell would I tell you? What would Hewn scum do with such knowledge?â
Your words have nicked a nerve, robbing the Butcher of that soft-spoken charm and replacing it with something more sinister. âYou say the same thing to that bastard Illyrian youâre always seen around?â
A brow quirks, furrowing ever so slightly as it became more and more apparent that this was more than some spur of the moment kidnapping. Their questions, the desire to keep you immobile and battered but not enough to render you unconsciousânot enough to be fatal. For whatever reason, they needed you alive and judging by the desperation that claws its way to the edges of Butchers voice, his curses and demands falling on deaf ears as your mind runs on overdrive to accumulate all the information you could before it was too late.
Each breath grows more labored, lashes fluttery and thick with exhaustion but just when it feel like too muchâwhen you feel like giving up and succumbing to the sweet oblivion.
The rake of talons brushes against your mental walls. A cautious prod, testing your durability and utter relief washes over you when that feline lilt floods your consciousness. âWeâre coming, just stay awake.â
The syllables barely reach your ears, sound faded by the obnoxious ringing that refused to subsideâa side affect from all the fucking screaming and shouting. Swears slurring together the longer you snapped at the male before you, knees jerking and wounds barking in agony when the heel of your foot smashes so hard into his nose, his skull caves in; limp body dropping to the floor with a thud.
Itâs all the strength you have in you and the death-grip you have around the chains is released all at once. Time moves in slow motion as you dangle there, vision darkening at the edges and that thrum of your heartbeat loud enough to distract you anymore. âRhys they wantâ they wantâŠâ
So much blood oozes from your wounds, drenching your leathers all the way through and you were definitely feeling the affects. Your vision blurs, lids going lazy with just enough time to hear that voiceâAzrielâs voice bellowing your name. âStay alive.â He mutters over and over and over when heâs finally reached you, adrenaline pumping so high that he breaks the chains from their bolt with nothing more than his bare hands. âDo you hear me? Donât you dare fucking die on me.â
You swear you try to obey the command, desiring nothing more than to keep Azriel's attention after finally being front and center in it. But it just felt so safe held in his grasp, tucked so close to his chest while he rids you of your restraints and applies pressure to gaping wounds.
All you wanted was one second. If you closed your eyes just for a second to gather your wits then you'd wake up and everything would be okay.
It sounds like a good idea-- so good that you allow the peace to wash over you like a cool tide washing over the shore in the early days of the burning summer; ignoring the desperate shouts from a vignette of voices that fades in the background like the haunting final notes of a song.
â
Confusion crashes at you in unforgiving waves, memories --or were they dreams?-- flash behind your lids with each blink. A dull throb pounds behind your lids, aggravating your mental shields to the point where you feel them wobble with each breath.
"You should stay still." Azriel's saying without giving you time to clear through the dense fog plaguing your mind. Instead, he busies his hands with fussing over your blankets, carefully tucking bare toes and pressing a five finger grip on your sternum when you attempt to rise from the soft cushion of a mattress that certainly did not belong to you. "It took Madja a while to get you all stitched up. Are you in pain? She left ointments and a few tinctures."
He's graceful enough not to mention the owlish blink of your eyes and their befuddled examination of his room until the crackly rasp of your voice cuts through the space; both of you refusing to address the elephant in the room. "My head hurts a little."
"Yeah," Shadows fuss with warm rags, sweeping it over your forehead and dabbing it along your cheeks while others occupy themselves with filling a glass of water to offer. "Rhys will be by later to apologize for that, I'm sure."
Your brows furrow deeply, nose scrunching when you sip your water. "Apologize for what?"
"You were in distress. We thought you were going to--" Azriel abruptly cuts himself off, fingers curling into fists at his sides. "Rhys went in your mind, said that before you'd gone unconscious that you were trying to tell him something that seemed urgent enough to bypass the usual request to wait for permission."
Your heart begins to pick up speed in your chest and suddenly the desire to rise from this bed and run away was becoming horribly intense. Legs shift under the weight of a duvet that didn't belong to you, attempting to hide the way your sore muscles sink into the overwhelming scent of night-chilled mist. "Okay...and what did he see?"
"He saw you get taken," Azriel turns his back to you, expertly avoiding your eyes but the nervous energy buzzing off his skin was unmistakable. "He watched them carve you up and torture you for information about Nesta and Elain." The stabilizing breath he takes shakes his shoulders, the strong line of muscle barely concealed by the tight stretch of his leathers--leathers still stained in the blood of those who'd spilled yours, no doubt. "Rhys said that you didn't say a word. You didn't give them a thing."
"That's good, right?" A pillow is fluffed behind you, shadows doting on every need. "Then, why do you sound so upset?"
"Why do I sound so upset?" Azriel cruelly mocks, his aurate gaze positively smoldering with rage when they land on you. "Because, you almost died! You almost died in my fucking arms before I ever got the chance toâ. What the hell were you thinking?"
The beating you'd endured does nothing to quell your fiery spirit, eyes lighting with life and lips running a mile a minuteâtoo fast for your logical brain to keep up with. "I was thinking that they wanted information on your precious, little girlfriend." You all but spit out, childishly pushing away the comfort the duvet from your legs as you attempt to shuffle from Azriel's bed without disturbing the tight wrap of your bandages. Why the hell were you in here anyway? "I was thinking that maybe, it'd be easier for them to fucking butcher me rather than watch what would happen to you if it were Elain there in my place."
Silence stretches along the hardwood floor, cloaking up the length of the walls and muting out the low crackle of the fireplace; its flame gentle and calm in the midst of an emotional storm. "I almost wish you would've let it be her." Azriel fills the void, finally mustering up the courage to face you. "I could've survived that and whatever consequences came along with it because my mate takes precedence above all."
Just like that, all the spitfire youâd prepared in retaliation absolutely dissipates after hearing those two words. âYour mate.â
Azriel doesnât confirm with words. Instead, he searches inside for the humming gold thread wrapped taut around his ribs, just above his heart and pulls. Fucking yanking at it with all his might and something sparkles in his eye when your body jerks in retaliation.
âYou know?â
âHow long have you known?â
Your heartbeat hammers against your ribcage, threatening to carve out a hole if thatâs what it took to get to its other half. âA while.â
âAnd youâve said nothing.â He says, tone sounding almost defeated. âWhy wouldnât you have said anything?â
âBecause, Az,â The shadows have seized their tireless caretaking, sliding back into place beside their master as you lose the ability to accept the tender affection. âYou wouldnât have chosen me. Not before Mor and certainly not before Elain.â Youâre quick to bristle over that part, not leaving any room for the spymaster to interrupt no matter how expressive his face became. âBesides, the bond is a choice not a burden and thatâs what it wouldâve been for you if I spoke up about it.â Pure determination is what allows you to bear the brunt of your weight , willing yourself to appear strong in the face of the male who could render you to cinders if he so pleased. âNow, if youâll excuse me, Iâd really like to shower the dungeon smell off of me.â
A childish whine of a noise is ripped from your throat when Azriel huffs out a breath, murmuring something about you being stubborn as hell before carefully picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. It's embarrassing, a furious blush burning at the apples of your cheeks as he starts the shower, adjusts the temperature and slowly sets you down. "Thank you for that but you don't have to do this. I can handle cleaning myself."
"You can barely stand on solid ground on your own."
"I'll manage."
"I know. What I'm saying is that you don't have to." You nearly faint on the spot when Azriel crouches down in front of you, his hands shaky but sure when unlatching the difficult ties of your fighting leathers. His teeth grit together when the fabric is loosened and carefully worked down your thighs, over your knees and tugged away from your ankles. "Just let me help."
Azriel is nothing short of respectful, you notice. He doesn't sneak salacious peeks at the endless expanse of bare skin that he exposes. Doesn't once mention the tremble of your breath or the way your fingers seem to bite into the flesh of his arms whenever a new article of clothing is removed and dropped to the floor. Even after he's eased you into the shower stream; standing before him, perfectly presented on a soaking wet platterâhe keeps his eyes trained on your face.
Shadows thicken over sensual bits, providing a shield between you and the male diligently applying soap to rag. Each drag of the slightly rough material against your skin releases a tension you hadnât noticed youâd been carrying and all you can do is watch as he rids your skin of the thick film left behind when magic was used to clear away muck.
Eons must past before words are spoken, a this time Azriel is more intentional when he chooses them--more intimate when he relays them. "I'd always hoped for a mate. Ever since I was a boy and my mother told me stories about two halves scouring the world to finally become whole again." You're malleable under his care, pliant when he lifts your arms to scrub underneath and damn-near boneless when he turns you with slippery hands to slowly work the knots from your back. "I had always hoped that one day, I too, would find my equal." Azriel clears his throat, returning back from whatever memory he'd been sucked into but the massage doesn't stop; it only drags lower. "Then so much time had passed and I started to wonder if I couldn't find them because I wasn't being forward enough but that only lead to misplaced affections and unfulfillment."
"Azriel, I'm not sure if I really understand--"
"I felt something for youâsomething stronger than friendship but I pushed it away. I ignored it and looked elsewhere because I can bare not being as close with Mor and itâs as easy as breathing to never see Elain again but losing youâruining the peace I feel when Iâm with you wouldâve broken me.â
Tears well in your eyes, a thickness welling in the back of your throat and your skin burns where his fingers touch, lingering near the dip of your back and just barely curling around the curve of your hips. âAz, you donât have to say any of this to make me feel better. I just wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy.â
âThen, please donât reject it.â His warmth ripples over every inch of you, your neck craning to make room for the forehead he helplessly drops in the crux of your shoulder. The perfect line of his nose drags along the curve of it, inhaling the soothing notes of your scent mixed with his body wash. âDonât reject meâthis is all Iâve ever wanted.â Finally his fingers curl around your hips, the grip gentle but oh, so claiming. âCanât you feel it? This rightness.â
Raw emotion swims in the amber tones of Azrielâs eyes when you turn in his arms; searching within those rich shades to find any detection of a lie.
Not one reaches your radar.
The line of your vision drops, creeping down his nose until it fixates on the plush pink of his lips. Instinct takes over, offering a gentle nudge until the space between two is eaten up and breath becomes shared as a line was about to be crossedâa prophecy fulfilled.
When Azrielâs lips finally brush against yours, itâs like a coil snaps, unleashing an animal he hadnât known existed. Sure, he had plenty of experience with childish crushes and boyish infatuation. But this, Cauldron, it nearly takes his breath away with its intensityâthe burning desire that rips through his veins like a forrest fire.
One kiss bleeds into two hands desperate to acquaint themselves with your body until all that mattered was you, your spymaster and the sentient shadows protectively surrounding you both. âAzriel,â You all but keen in his ear, chest heaving and hips rolling into the hardness of him pressed against you.
âMate.â
A whimper cuts through your throat, neck craning to make space for the perfect bruises he was sucking into the skin there. âI want you.â
âYou have me,â He promises over the frantic beat of your heart, tongue laving over the soft fat of your breasts. âEven when my bones are rotting in the dirt, Iâll belong to you. My mate. Mine.â
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eternal sunshine | charles leclerc
summary: you and charles decide to fake date to get back at your exes
fc: ariana grande
a/n: a bit late (mostly because i didnât had any time nor inspiration) but finally here it is, a fic about THE 2024 monaco grand prix winner
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Hold You Tight: Part 2
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not. Part 1 | Series Masterlist | Part 3
Chapter Summary: You're anxious before your date.
Chapter Word Count: Over 3.1k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, stalking, coercion, threats (not against reader), creepy and unhinged behavior, flashback, possessiveness, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You loved working at the flower shop. Putting together beautiful arrangements and bringing joy to others made you happy. But today, the morning after that stranger showed up in your home, you werenât fully alert as you went about your tasks. The air around you felt different, thicker. Flipping through the order book, you attempted to look busy instead of walking around in a haze.
Whenever you began to focus, your mind would drift back to Bucky Barnes and your upcoming date. You hadnât told Addison or anyone else about it because what could you tell them? How could you explain your situation?
You hadnât even slept in your own bed thanks to that man.
You werenât sure how long you stayed seated on the couch once Bucky left your place. Youâd have to move eventually, but you were replaying what happened in your head like a song on repeat and tried to make sense of it. A man broke into your home, but didnât steal anything. Held you in his lap, but didnât violate you.
No, that last part wasnât true. That was exactly what he did. He violated your safety. And demanded a date with you.
You jerked when your phone dinged, but your heart only pounded faster when you saw a message from a new contact.
Bucky.
âI wish I couldâve stayed the night, but Iâll dream about you and count down the minutes until our date. Donât forget about your gifts.â
He knew the date was on because how could you say no?
Your stomach dropped as you glanced down the hall. Wiping the remaining tears away, you got to your feet and cautiously made your way toward your bedroom. You werenât expecting anyone to be there, but who knew what he did while you were at work? And what if he came back?
Would you scream for help or call the police?
âJust go in,â you whispered.
Pushing the door open with a shaky hand and flipping on the light, everything looked normal as you looked around and approached the bed. Everything except the garment and gift bag in the middle of it. They taunted you, daring you to look inside. At the very least, to read the small card on top of the bag.
You caught a small whiff of the cologne he wore as you picked it up and read the single statement.
âThis is just the beginning, doll.â
The card slipped from your shaky hand. It wouldâve been romantic under normal circumstances. You looked inside the gift bag next, but it did nothing to calm your nerves. Not only was it your favorite perfume as he stated, but it was the largest size available.
You unzipped the garment bag after and gasped at the sight of the dress. It was from a designer you admired, but could never afford. Simple yet beautiful in design, you had to stop yourself from running your hand over the fabric. Yes, it was a beautiful dress and it was just the right size.
But it came with strings attached.
âHow?â
You half expected to see a blinking light when your eyes darted to the corners of your bedroom, but everything still looked ordinary. Nothing looked out of place. It didnât stop your skin from crawling at the thought of him watching you. Because how did he know your size and the kind of perfume you liked? That you liked having a glass of wine when you took a bath? The password to your phone?
How did he know anything about you?
That was perhaps one of the most terrifying aspects about your ordeal: He was clearly powerful and connected, yet you didnât know exactly what he was capable of or how far heâd go.
It took you a minute to type back a message to him. âThank you for the gifts.â
A response came back almost immediately. Was he waiting by his phone for you? âLike I said, itâs just the beginning. I have another gift waiting for you, but youâll have to wait until tomorrow for that one. Itâs a surprise.â
You suddenly didnât like surprises.
Could you accept gifts wrapped in pretty bows if it meant keeping those you cared about safe? Would you be a living doll to satisfy whatever craving he had that led him to you? At the very least, youâd have to play along for one night to try and get some answers.
âIâm sure itâll be a nice surprise. Good night.â You sent, hoping heâd get the hint and leave you be.
âSweet dreams.â
Grabbing a blanket, you made your way back to the living room and curled up in your oversized chair. There wouldnât be any sweet dreams. Not tonight. Not with the way your mind raced.
Because who the hell was Bucky Barnes and why did he want you?
The bell over the door rang, pulling you from your thoughts and reminding you that you had a job to do. You blinked as a tall man with golden hair and bright blue eyes walked in. A new customer from what you gathered, and an intimidating one at that. You didnât realize you were holding your breath until you exhaled once he smiled in your direction.
âHi,â you said, closing your book. âHow can I help you?â
âIâm here to get some flowers for my girl,â he replied, the deep timbre gentle yet commanding. âNo special occasion or anything. I just want to surprise her.â
A smile touched your lips. âThatâs one of the best reasons to get someone flowers,â you said. You liked to imagine your future husband would get you flowers just because he felt like it. âDoes she have a favorite?â
âTulips,â he answered without hesitation. âAny color as long as theyâre tulips.â
You stepped around the corner and led him to the premade arrangements. âWe have this multicolored bouquet that she may like. Brightens the room and has an uplifting aroma.â
The gentleman reached out to touch one of the petals before he nodded. âSheâll love them,â he said more to himself than to you.
He sounded like a man in love.
âIâm sure she will,â you agreed, carefully carrying it to the counter so you could ring it up. Your skin prickled when you felt his eyes on you, but you told yourself to relax. This guy wasnât like Bucky. You were paranoid after last night and he was likely watching just to make sure you didnât drop the bouquet. âWill this be all for you?â
âWhich one is your favorite?â
âMy favorite?â You repeated as he waited for your response. The question surprised you, but you nodded to one of the recent arrangements you made. âItâs hard to choose a favorite, but I like stargazer lilies.â
You sometimes brought arrangements home for yourself since you couldnât remember the last time anyone got you flowers.
âIâll take those, too,â he said, going to get the vase himself. âI really appreciate your help.â
âIt was nothing,â you smiled, ringing up the order. âAnd you made my job very easy, so thank you.â
âYour partner must feel very lucky to have you,â he said before you paused.
Biting your tongue, you stopped yourself from correcting him. You didnât have a partner. A possible stalker? Yes.
His brows furrowed as he quietly paid. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have assumed.â
You shook your head and put your best customer service smile back on your face. âNo apologies. I actually have a first date tonight. Maybe heâs the one,â you told him, the words tasting like ash in your mouth. âI hope your girl enjoys her flowers.â
He smiled back as he took the bouquets and receipt. âMe, too,â he said, something sparkling in his eye when he added, âGood luck on your date.â
The blonde left without another word, leaving you to grip the counter and wonder how the hell you were going to get through your evening.
You stood in front of your bedroom mirror hours later, admiring yourself in the dress. It fit you well. Beautifully, as much as you didnât want to admit it. You spritzed yourself with the perfume too. Might as well use it since Bucky was likely expecting it.
The scent shouldâve brought a smile to your face instead of tears to your eyes.
âHey! Still on for hanging out tomorrow?â Addison messaged you as you checked the time on your phone.
You blinked the tears away and realized you hadnât messaged her once today. You were afraid to. If you mentioned Bucky, it would tempt you to spill what happened since you hardly kept anything from your best friend. And if you told her what happenedâŠ
Bucky would know.
With a shudder, you messaged her back. âYep! See you then.â
The tension in your body skyrocketed when your doorbell rang at 7pm, right down to the second. âBe right there!â You called, shoving your phone in your clutch before you took one last look in the mirror. What did it matter if you looked good or not? It was a forced date.
You exhaled as you opened the door and froze when you saw Bucky standing on the other side. You foolishly thought he wouldnât show, but luck wasnât on your side. The sharp, dark suit he wore and air of confidence he carried had your heart pounding in your chest. The glove covering his left hand somehow worked with the suit.
âFuck,â he breathed, his gaze sweeping over you. Why did he look at you like you were something to be desired? âYou are so beautiful.â
Butterflies filled your stomach despite your fear. If only he had approached you and asked you out like a normal guy. âThanks,â you whispered, locking the door once you were in the hall.
Did he have your spare key or did he find a way to get a copy?
âI wore this suit to match your dress,â he said, giving you an expectant look.
The guy was actually fishing for a compliment. âAnd you look very handsome,â you said, a smile lighting up his face.
âThanks.â He held his arm out, satisfaction filling his eyes when you took it. âIâm glad you said âyesâ to this date.â
âIâm sure you wouldâve found a way to convince me if I didnât,â you told him, reminding yourself that accepting this kept your loved ones safe and sound.
âI would have,â he agreed, keeping you close as he led you outside to where a luxury car was waiting. The car likely cost more than what you made in a year. âBut you saved me the trouble by agreeing like the good, smart girl I know you are.â
You didnât thank him for the âcomplimentâ.
Bucky didnât wait for the driver to open the door, grabbing the handle and helping you inside himself. You slid across the seat and tried to keep your dress from riding up as he got in beside you. He didnât allow you any breathing room as the glass partition went up and the car took off. You were alone with him.
He could do whatever he wanted.
âYou can sit in my lap if youâd like,â he said to break the silence. âItâs nice and comfortable.â
âNo thanks,â you said, glancing ahead at the glass when he took your hand. Youâd been in his lap the night before and that was more than enough. âDoesnât seem safe.â
âYou can sit here after dinner then,â he suggested, smirking when you glanced out of the corner of your eye.
Your stomach turned at that. He mentioned it took everything in him not to drag you to bed. You believed him. How long would he hold out before he tried to make a move?
âSorry I didnât text you today. I didnât want to bother or overwhelm you while you were working,â he continued, kissing each of your knuckles as you stared straight ahead again. âAt least not right away.â
âHow considerate of you,â you muttered.
He chuckled and pressed another kiss to your hand before he held it in his lap. You stiffened and for a moment you thought heâd put your palm to his crotch. You werenât sure what to expect from him.
âLook. I want tonight to be good for both of us. Iâm sure you have a lot of questions and Iâll do my best to give you answers,â he said, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear as he addressed the elephant in the room. âI know a lot about you, but I imagine you donât know much about me.â
âNo, I donât,â you admitted. As tempted as you were to look up his name, you refrained and couldnât put your finger on why. âIf I ask you questions, will you lie to me?â
âI have no reason to lie.â He brought a gloved hand to your cheek and forced you to meet his gaze. Even in the dark of the car, you could see the want in his eyes. âI want you to trust me.â
Trust the man with zero respect for boundaries? Could you do that? âAddisonâs bachelorette party was a month ago. Was that really the first time you saw me?â
âIt was. Everything changed when I saw you,â he replied, moving his hand from your face down to your neck. Like he just had to touch you. âThough it didnât take a month to track you down, it did give me time to do my research and find out everything I could about you. Where you live, where you work, your interests, your routine. I like to be thorough.â
You turned your head away when it began to spin, trying to understand how he sounded so casual in his admittance to stalking you. You also couldnât keep looking into those blue eyes. They would drown you.
What you wanted to ask was if he was watching you in your home. But trapped in that small space with him, what if his answer freaked you out more? He said he wouldnât hurt you, but would he keep that promise?
The question that came out instead was, âAnd you just decided during that time that you wanted me?â
Your eyes shut as his lips touched your ear. âI wanted you the moment I saw you,â he whispered, making you shiver at the feel of his breath. âAnd the more I learned about you, the more you pulled me in. Iâm just a moth drawn to your flame. And youâre exactly who I want by my side.â
His words washed over you, wearing you down like a stone sinking in the water. It was too much. Too intense. âWhere are we going?â
âMmm. Our date.â You exhaled when his fingers brushed along your arm. âI thought about renting out a restaurant or taking you away to an island for our first date. Something intimate and private. Then I thought, whatâs more intimate and private than my penthouse?â
âYour penthouse?â You asked, opening your eyes.
âYeah, my home,â he smiled, either not noticing or caring when your eyes rounded. âItâs the best spot in town, of course. Canât beat the view. And we donât need any eavesdroppers now, do we?â
Your heart sank as you reached for your phone. People would at least be able to see you in a public place, but his home? That was like going into the heart of a lionâs den. It would be so easy to message Addison or Dana and ask for some sort of help without giving too many details. You could-
Bucky took the phone from your hand and tucked it in his jacket pocket. âYou wonât need that tonight,â he stated, something in his calm tone telling you not to argue. âI have a chef preparing dinner and a dessert and I selected a nice bottle of wine for us to share. I also want to give you a tour after the meal since itâs going to be your home sooner or later.â
You choked on your next breath. âItâs what?â
âWeâre here,â he smiled, terror gripping you when the car stopped in an underground parking garage. âYou can ask me more questions inside.â
âBucky, did you say this is going to be my home?â You pressed as he helped you out, having to rush to keep up with him as he pulled you to an elevator.
You hoped that wasnât the gift he wanted to surprise you with tonight.
âNot right away, but yes. My place is a bit safer than yours and itâs close to my club and your shop. A win-win,â he said, scanning a key card before the doors opened. âDonât look so surprised. Most couples live together.â
You refrained from telling him that you werenât a couple. âI think thatâs moving a bit too fast,â you said, your voice cracking as he pulled you inside, keeping you right beside him even though there was plenty of space to be apart. âThis is only our first date,â you added, not wanting to upset him.
âThatâs why I said it wouldnât be right away,â he teased, pressing the button for the top floor as his other hand rubbed your hip. âBut soon.â
You kept your breathing under control as the elevator climbed higher. The man had your future mapped out and you had only known him for a day. Was this some sick, elaborate game that he was playing to scare the hell out of you? Or had he convinced himself that this was romantic?
âI hope you like it,â he said softly as you stepped out together and walked toward a man who stood by the door. He was just as large as Bucky, but didnât dare make eye contact with you as he opened the door and let you in.
The spacious entrance opened up to a large living space with high ceilings and marble floors. It was admittedly gorgeous and you hadnât seen the rest of the place yet. But that wasnât what caught your attention. It was the flowers in the middle of the table a few feet in front of you.
The coy smile on Buckyâs face made your blood freeze when you faced him. âThose are your favorite, arenât they?â He asked.
They werenât just your favorite flowers.
It was the same arrangement of stargazer lilies you sold to the blonde gentleman earlier today.
âI told you, doll. I know everything about you,â he began as the clutch fell from your hand and the door shut with a heavy thud. âAnd I have eyes and ears everywhere.â
Zero chill, lovelies. What's the surprise he has for you? How will this date go? And did you like the appearance from the man in the shop? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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His Winter Flower
Modern Beauty and the Beast AU Winter soldier x f reader
Long awaited, I hope you all enjoy it as well.
Word count: 8.9k
Warnings: 18 + Angst, injuries, Fluff, All the sweet smut, Bucky is a sweetheart
"ĐŸŃŃĐ°ĐČĐ°ŃŃŃŃ ĐČĐœĐžĐ·Ń" [Stay down] The soldier ordered, holding his gun to the targets forehead, his metal finger twitching against the trigger while the man cowered in front of him.
"Please" The man tried to plead but it was no use. He knew his fate was sealed the second he heard the thud of the boots entering his home. The whirring of metal. The ghost people spoke of but never saw until it was too late.
"ŃĐžŃĐžĐœĐ°" [Silence] The soldiers rough voice growled behind the mask that covered his face. He pressed the barrel further into the man's head, freezing when he heard the soft patter of footsteps nearing the office he had broken into.
"Papa?" A soft voice called, the scent of roses and vanilla accompanying it, "Papa, where are y-
You gasped as you entered your father's study, your heart dropping to your stomach seeing him kneeling on the floor with his hands tied while the soldier towered above him.
So the rumors were true.
The silver of his arm was illuminated in the moonlight, the rest of him covered in Kevlar and black leather. Weapons were strapped to every bit of his body but the only one that worried you now was the one that was about to take your father's life.
"Don't hurt him!" It was a futile attempt to save your father, you knew this enough. The Winter Soldier didn't spare anyone, in fact for the longest time you wondered if he was nothing more than an urban legend. No one had actually seen him. Those that did didn't live to speak the tale. The soldier grunted in response, hardly sparing you a glance as he stared at the man before him.
A professor. A brilliant man. One who was quietly working with a group of researchers aiming to destroy the the longtime work of Arnim Zola from so many years ago. No more serums. No more soldiers.
Hydra wouldn't have that.
Not when those very serums created their best asset, the Winter Soldier himself.
"ĐĐœ ĐŒĐŸŃ ĐŒĐžŃŃĐžŃ" [He is my mission] Was the only response you were given. You didn't understand the words he said but it didn't matter; it was quite clear. He didn't intend on sparing the professor.
"Darling, please go, it's okay" Your father shook his head, ready to accept the consequences of his choices. He hoped to aid in the movement of making the world safer and if this was his end, he was prepared to meet it. Tears welled in his eyes with a sad smile on his face, "It'll be alright, go, hurry-
"No, please!" You pleaded with the soldier once again, all you could see were his blue eyes, void of emotion, cold and icy. "If-if you kill him, someone will take his place and then another. My father will no longer help with the government if you spare him and take me. Please just take me instead, it will put an end to all this. Please"
If you kill him, someone will take his place
The words rang through the soldiers mind.
It shouldn't be a problem. He'd killed plenty of people before but...
Then it would be another mission to carry.
And then another.
Another.
The innocent man trapped in his brain screamed to stop. A voice long forgotten, begging him to reconsider. To fight against the words that were causing him to do this. The solider flinched, fighting within himself, contemplating his next actions. The mission was to ensure Arnim Zola's work wouldn't be eradicated. The girl was offering herself to ensure the same work wouldn't continue. He wouldn't have more blood on his hands if he allowed the professor to live.
He shouldn't have cared but a part of him did.
He didn't want to kill another innocent man.
He never wanted to kill anyone.
Your father let out a sigh of relief feeling the weight of the gun pull away, only to have his greatest fear come alive; losing you.
"NO, darling you don't know what you're doing, I'll be fine-
It was too late. The soldier cut through the ropes that bound your father's wrists, taking you instead. Before your father could reach for you, the soldier grabbed and hauled you over his shoulder and strode away, ignoring the plea of the professor to spare his only daughter.
His mind was made up.
She was not his mission but now he had a new one.
If he killed the man, another would take his place.
He was risking repercussions listening to the trapped soul only his mind could hear.
He shouldn't have listened to her words.
He shouldn't have let the professor go.
Yet he agreed.
The gait of the soldier lulled you into a dreamless sleep; exhaustion consumed you as he wandered through a thicket of trees and into the woods far from home. You hadn't spoken a word nor let out a cry as he carried you off, after all, you agreed to be his prisoner as long as you father lived.
-
He brought you to a place he knew no one would find.
A place no one else knew of.
A place that was now his own.
He was once sent to take the life of a wealthy aristocrat, a man who had no one to leave his estate to. The place was deep in a forest, away from most of humanity; even when Hydra had sent him to finish the man, they were unable to give him a location. The soldier had located the target himself only to find the man had already passed from old age.
No questions were asked.
The mission was considered complete.
The body was disposed of and for quite some time, the soldier thought nothing of the castle like place that no one else knew of. It was a secret only he knew and he soon found himself seeking its solitude. A resting place between missions. A place to patch up. A place to hide when his mind was too loud, trying to escape from clutches he didn't understand.
It was the closest place he had to freedom.
The soldier pushed through the heavy wooden doors, entering the dark oak foyer. He stilled, torn between taking you down to the cellar or taking you to the rooms up in the master wing.
How could he chain something so soft.
How could he imprison something so delicate.
His feet began to move towards the large staircase before his mind could process anything, shifting to carry you in his arms as he made his way up to the west wing. He set you down gently onto the large bed with the soft sheets, careful not to stir you. He stared at your sleeping form, unmoving from his place as you softly snored, the choices of his actions beginning to plague his mind.
What was he to do with you now. Why hadn't he gotten rid of you.
He knew the rules; once his job was done, he was to return to the base but he hadn't completed the mission. He had been away for weeks and the longer he was away, the louder the screaming was. The voice of a young sergeant who fought bravely in the war. The pleading young man, scared like a child, trapped in the body of a killing machine. The cries of a little boy trying so hard to runaway from monsters that haunted him every single night. All trapped and begging to escape.
He'd let the professor live.
It was wrong of him.
He disobeyed his orders.
Or perhaps it was the right thing to do.
Though the soldier had been brainwashed, there were times he found himself caught in-between a state of control and chaos. His duties were to Hydra. He knew this was wrong. You shouldn't be here. His task was to continue their vision. He was their asset. He belonged to them.
His tourmiol continued. Why did he spare the professor. Why did he bring the girl and set her down on the softest bed out of all the rooms when he should have chained her in a cell. Exhaustion began to weigh on him but he didn't close his eyes. He didn't allow sleep to consume him. The soldier remained in place even as the sun rose. He watched as you stirred, soft sunlight streaming through the curtains, falling onto your face.
-
You blinked, rubbing sleep from your eyes, a fearful gasp escaping your lips when you saw him sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. A thousand thoughts began to run through your mind at once as you sat up, a part of you surprised to find your hands and legs free from binds. You were atop a plush mattress on a large bed, the room itself surprisingly warm and quaint. Had you not been in a state of terror, you would have taken some time to appreciate the olive green walls and fine paintings that decorated the space as well as the well kept antique furniture.
"Please don't hurt me" You whispered, still disoriented from the night before.
"Ń ĐœĐ” бŃĐŽŃ" [I won't] He replied, aware you didn't understand him. His lips twitched, all the words of English he wanted to speak dying in his mouth. His mind wouldn't allow it.
It wasn't required for this mission.
You stayed frozen in place while he said nothing else, walking off and closing the door behind him. Tears welled in your eyes as dread began to set in. This was your life now. He could kill you at any moment without warning. In fact, you didn't understand why he hadn't. From the rumours, you knew the soldier never took prisoners. You didn't know why you were spared; the only sliver of joy you had was that your father was alive. You thought about your him as you gathered yourself out of bed, deciding to make the best of your circumstances with the faintest hope that one day you'd be reunited with him again.
You inspected the room the soldier had put you in. There was a vanity across the bed. A walk in closet that only contained a few old sheets. You gasped as you entered the en suite bathroom, white marble tiles covering the floor, a large clawfoot tub, brass and gold accents decorated the handles of the cupboards.
The room was enchanting.
After splashing some water onto your face, you crept into the hallway, padding down to the staircase, surprised again at the beauty of the place. High ceilings. Dark wood. Crystal albeit dusty chandeliers. French doors. Original paintings. It was the type of place you'd imagine when you read fairytales. It would have been the type of place you'd dream to live in; one you'd only imagine in your wildest fantasies where the princess finds her prince. Such stories were only found in books.
You quietly explored the main floor of the mansion and avoiding the rooms which were locked shut. You didn't dare touch a thing, quickly retreating back to your room once you'd seen everything, familiarizing yourself with it's layout. The kitchen. A study. A living room. The hauntinly beautiful hallways. A door to the grounds in the back. You hadn't seen the soldier which both relieved and scared you.
Where did he disappear to?
That night, there was a knock at your door and when you opened it, a plate of warm food was left on a tray. Boiled carrots. Potatoes. A dinner roll. You hadn't even heard his footsteps down the hall. As you peered out of your room, it was empty without the slightest hint that anyone had been there seconds ago.
Where had he gone?
You hadn't realized how hungry you were until you took the first bite, scarfing down the rest in haste, placing the tray back in the hall. The next day was the same. You woke up to find a simple spread of breakfast outside of your room; toast and jam.
The soldier was a man of his word; if you were to be his captive, he had to keep you alive.
At least until he knew what to do with you...
Days had passed and you'd managed to avoid him, keeping to yourself and staying out of his way but you weren't able to avoid him forever.
-
The soldier had already heard you coming, pausing his cleaning as he waited for you to enter. The sight of your trembling form evoked something inside him.
You were scared. He didn't like it.
His mask remained on his face while his blue eyes peered at you, waiting for you to speak.
"I-I need clothes" Your voice was hardly a whisper, body shaking as you approached him, finding him in the study room, parts of his gun in hand. There was nothing wrong with the simple cotton dress you had on though it certainly wasn't comfortable to sleep in every night and you weren't able to wash and it dry within the same day. You needed at least one other set of something to wear. "Please"
He nodded without a word, resuming his cleaning while you retreated to your room. His brows furrowed as he thought about what you'd need. Perhaps it would be easier to return you and finish off the professor or get rid of you both-
No.
No.
He didn't want more blood on his hands.
The foods he stole were already a risk....where would he go for clothes?
-
The next morning, you found a fresh set of clothes left beside your tray of breakfast. You lifted the pile and brought it to your room, munching on the toast that had come with honey instead of jam for a change.
There was a red Henley and some sweatpants. A black t shirt and joggers. A few other basics for you to wear comfortably around the house. You couldn't help but giggle at the very large leather jacket he'd also left in case you felt cold even though there were already plenty of warm blankets. They were very clearly his own clothes but they were all washed and perfectly clean. You couldn't expect him to go shopping for you.
You threw off your dress, taking a long bath before drying off and slipping on the Henley and sweats. They were warm and soft, fitting loosely on your smaller frame, his soft scent of something distinctly him clinging onto the material. It was strange that it didn't bother you. Quite the opposite. It was pleasant, almost comforting.
You wondered about the man behind the mask and who he was. Such a dangerous man who was giving you the clothes off his back, feeding you and keeping you alive even though he'd killed hundreds of others. He was dangerous and yet he looked at you with such softness, you couldn't understand how he'd be capable of hurting anyone.
What was his story?
He hadn't chained you to the bed.
He hadn't locked you in your room.
You were free to go about where you liked.
Surely he wasn't all evil?
As you grew more accustomed to your living arrangement, you decided to inspect more of the kitchen. You hadn't been told you couldn't cook; even if the soldier didn't kill you, boredom eventually would. You needed something to pass the time and he had disappeared yet again.
You opened the fridge and pantries surprised to find a few fruits and vegetables stocked up. An untouched sack of flour and bag of sugar sat at the bottom of the shelves. Who knew the winter soldier enjoyed plums so much? There were a few pots and pans as well as basic kitchen utensils. You didn't need much to make a simple meal, careful not to make a mess as you began to peel some carrots.
-
The soldier blinked as he entered the house, the smell of food wafting throughout, a smell he hadn't come across in a long time.
Home.
There was a pot of stew left on the stove along with a pie left to cool on the counter. His eyes widened at the way his stomach grumbled; it had been years since he'd truly felt hunger. He ate for sustenance. Raw, uncooked, at most boiled food to keep him going. When he was with Hydra, he was fed with a tube.
Just basic nutrients to keep him alive.
He hadn't had a home cooked meal in years.
-
You woke up the next morning to find a pastry at your door instead of toast. When you wandered into the kitchen, you smiled at the tiny crumbs left pie tin and the now empty pot of stew. There were also newly stocked ingredients waiting for you; berries, potatoes, somehow even a whole chicken. You got to work, deciding to try something new each time; each night a warm meal awaited the soldier along with something sweet at the end.
He continued to bring you breakfast but there were only so many different pastries and cakes he could nick, besides they didn't compare to yours.
It wasn't enough. The soldier frowned at the strange feelings he had within himself.
He wanted to do something for you.
He wasn't sure what. He smuggled a handful of cookies you'd baked that morning into his room before removing his mask and savoring each once. He didn't leave a crumb behind, licking the remnants of chocolate off his lips while his mind wandered. You didn't have to cook for him. In fact you had every right to try and escape from him but you never did. He recalled the number of bookshelves that lined your home, after all he'd taken note of every detail as part of his mission.
You liked to read.
-
You sat up when you heard a knock at your door, the soldier waiting on the other side. He looked at you with a softness you hadn't seen previously, turning around and walking down the hall, hoping you'd follow him.
You stayed a few feet behind, trailing after him as he led you to the living room, leading you to the large bookshelf. He wordlessly stood by it, the strange sensation of nervousness and anxiety bubbling within him when you looked at what he wanted to show you.
Would you like it? You looked so unsure, scared. Perhaps you wanted to be free, you wanted to leave, you-
"M-May I?"
He blinked hearing your voice, nodding, watching your eyes light up as you scanned the various book titles. Gasps of joy and little squeals of delight escaped your lips as you came across stories you adored.
That wasn't the only thing that made his heart beat faster. Seeing you in his clothes stirred something in him. You were dressed in his red Henley, the hem reaching mid thigh. He was pulled away from admiring you as you squeaked, seeing one of your favorite books from when you were a little girl, a first edition no less.
"How did you get all these" You were in absolute awe, lost in your own world while he pondered how he came to own such treasures. Perhaps he was always a soldier gone rogue. His missions came with a side of thievery when he'd see something that would catch his eye. Something that would spark a memory of sorts, such as an old book he'd seen as he passed an vintage bookstore. Soon, the shelves of the mansion were filled with books and trinkets he'd collected. A part of his brain would nearly break itself to try and connect to the things he'd collect, only for the memories to fail to fall into place.
His mind felt like a pile of shreds from different cloths; pieces that would never fit together again. His little treasures were the closest he'd ever get to remembering, a few sparks from the past that would forever be disconnected.
-
Ever since the soldier had shown you the shelves of books, you'd left your room more often, spending more time reading after cooking. In a strange way you also began to trust the very masked man who had taken you away. You didn't worry about him hurting you. You no longer worried about running into him. He hardly spoke, nothing more than a few words of Russian. He hadn't demanded you stay locked in your room, so why did you?
You picked up one of your favorite books, deciding to read outside in the garden, in need of some fresh air. You hadn't taken much time to look at the outside of the house, pausing as you opened the doors that entered the grounds. It was strangely beautiful, especially considering the assassin who resided in it. For such a dark soul, nature still continued to flourish around it. Tall, overgrown hedge fences surrounded the backyard while weeping willows and bushes of flowers shaded the stone paths that led to a fountain in the very center. You found a comfortable spot under the tree, settling onto the cool grass, the scent of spring calming you as you turned to the first page.
-
The soldier trudged through the doorway, surprised at the way his appetite had grown since you'd started cooking. His body which was used to sustaining itself on the bare minimum now rumbled through the day. He'd find his mind wandering to your pies and craving the comfort of the soup you'd make. The food was set in the kitchen but you were nowhere to be found. He walked past your room, knocking on the door, only to be met with silence.
Where did you go? Did you run away?
He knew something was wrong when he felt his heart sink because he couldn't find you. He couldn't remember the last time his heart felt anything other than emptiness. It was more than just you escaping.
He was worried about you.
He took longer strides as he searched for you with purpose, fingers already itching to reach towards his gun, deciding to first check the grounds in the back. His heart settled when he saw the doors to the garden left ajar, finding you nestled in the shade, curled up in the grass with a book.
You were safe. You hadn't run away.
Again he was left stunned and unable to move. You were the final piece in the puzzle of the garden; you fit there like the perfect flower. He'd seen the garden 100 times before and it had never looked so beautiful.
Not until now.
Roses and daisies grew in abundance but you were the prettiest thing there. You were meant to be there; a soft, delicate, flower.
"ŃĐČĐ”ŃĐŸĐș"
You set down the book you were reading, looking up to see the soldier peering down at you. You hadn't heard him coming as he appeared before you with the silence of a ghost.
"ŃĐČĐ”ŃĐŸĐș" He repeated, gazing at you before looking towards a daisy. He kneeled, plucking one and handing it to you, "ŃĐČĐ”ŃĐŸĐș. ĐŒŃĐłĐșĐžĐč, ĐșĐ°Đș ŃŃ" [Flower. Soft, like you]. You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked at you intently, blinking with an innocence you hadn't seen before. He looked almost...shy?
"Thank you" You whispered, stroking the petal of the flower he gave you. You didn't understand why you longed for him to stay as he went back inside, your curiosity about him growing with each passing day.
It went on like this.
Most days, you would spend your time exploring the trinkets the soldier collected, staying out of his way while he disappeared into the forest to do things you didn't pry into. Each night you knew he would return, hearing the heavy creak of the doors open during the darkest hours. You'd hear the quiet sound of clinking cutlery and then the soft sound of his bedroom door shut.
Except tonight.
You set down your book hearing the sound of heavy boots dragging down the hall, quite different from the silence the soldier usually moved with. A sense of dread washed over you as you debated on staying put, something telling you to lock the door, hide, something-
"What do we have here" The click of your door opening sent shivers down your spine, your blood running cold as a man strode in, a metal mask covering his face showing nothing but his eyes. You wanted to scream but your voice was stuck in your throat, you felt safe with the soldier, this man was not the same, he lunged towards you, knife in hand, the blade swiping towards your neck, "The soldiers little pet"-
"DON'T TOUCH HER" A growl shook the window as you hugged your knees to yourself waiting for the knife to plunge but it never came. You gasped as the man was ripped away, the flash of silver gleaming as the soldier grabbed him and hauled him away, shutting the door behind him.
"You're weak. You were supposed to kill him"
"So this is what's been keeping you"
"Kill her and come back to us. That's an order"
"Rumlow-
"Kill her. They're nothing more than collateral damage, end them, Đ¶Đ”Đ»Đ°ĐœĐžĐ”-
You didn't dare move, tears spilling down your cheeks as you heard the sounds of a struggle growing further and further away, eventually melting into silence.
He saved you.
You heard him return, still frozen in fear but the sound of a pained whimper pulled you out of bed. You peered into the hall, eyes widening in horror seeing a trail of blood staining the floors leading to his room, streaks of crimson smeared onto the wall. You didn't think twice as you dashed out of your room to his, your body moving faster than your mind could comprehend as you let yourself in.
Your heart continued to race seeing the blood lead to the washroom where he stood with a needle in hand, beginning to sew a gash on his side across his ribs. His bloodied tactical gear was thrown on the floor though his mask still remained hoping to silence himself as he attempted to take care of himself.
He hissed in pain, piercing his skin while his head began to spin, multiple wounds needing attention, the blood loss starting to take its toll.
"Let me" you hesitated to touch him, going against your better judgement when you wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand away. The soldier shook his head, fighting the way his body craved for something more gentle, more caring, more loving than the jagged and painful stitches he was giving himself.
"I won't hurt you, soldat" you looked in his eyes with such sincerity, for a moment he thought he'd ask you to be his girl.
Such a doll...
One he'd take dancing...
Call you darlin' with that Brooklyn drawl...
He blinked at the fleeting memory, a whimper escaping his lips when you dabbed his gash with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. You blew across the cut to soothe the pain before taking the needle and carefully stitching him up with a feather light touch.
"There" You whispered after taking care of the awful injuries that littered his body, leading out of the bathroom to lie down so he could rest. You didn't dare ask what had happened as you looked around the room; though there was a large bed with the softest sheets and finest materials but the makeshift pallet on the floor was clearly where he chose to sleep at night. He collapsed from exhaustion, falling into a deep sleep while you remained by his side.
You watched the rise and fall of his chest, occasionally glancing over the dressings you'd put to see if blood had seeped through. You couldn't bring yourself to leave him alone, only getting up to see if you could find a sheet to drape cover yourself with in the cold room. As you removed the blanket that covered the bed, something caught your eye in the mostly untouched room.
A wooden box, carefully tucked away in the furthest corner of the room. There wasn't any dust on it, compared to the other pieces of furniture that were never used. It was something he very clearly wanted to keep a secret. His other treasures that were out in the open on the shelf were different from this.
Even the soldier had secrets.
Your curiosity got the best of you as you made your way to the corner, lifting the box as silently as you could so you didn't wake him, inspecting its contents.
Newspaper articles, some decades old.
Old photographs.
One of a young man.
The eyes.
Those blue eyes you'd become so familiar with.
James Buchanan Barnes.
A brave soldier who fought in the war. A young man, no, a boy, drafted to war, his life ripped away from him, leaving him for dead in an icy forest. You blinked back tears at the innocence the young Sergeants eyes held, bright and heroic, hoping to help in a fight that wasn't his. Scribbles on scrap pieces of paper read "I am James Buchanan Barnes" repeatedly.
Your could feel your heart break into tiny little fragments as you pieced together what happened to the boy from Brooklyn, he had his whole life ahead of him but-
A pained scream tore from his lungs, his eyes squeezed shut as you knelt by his side again, brows furrowed together. You looked over his injuries, everything was still in place but he sounded like he was being tortured. He tossed around, his screams melting into sobs, pleading for someone to stop.
"James?" You hesitated to use his real name, your hushed voice made him flinch in his sleep but it wasn't enough to pull him as he begged for the painto end. He didn't want to lose his memories again. He wanted to remember. Please?
"You're alright James" You cooed softly, running your fingers through his locks while tears continued to stream down his face, lost in a nightmare. "You're not alone"
You were careful not to scared him awake, your gentle ministrations soothing him, his cries coming to a stop. You wiped away the remnants of tears that fell against his cheek, some slipping beneath the mask he refused to remove. You didn't have in you to take it off, not without asking him first. His soft snores filled the room once again as the sun began to rise.
-
He stirred feeling a strange warmth surrounding his body blinking in confusion when he found soft sheets draped over him. The usual sting he'd feel after stitching himself up was nearly non existent. He ran his fingers along the gash, the neat little sutures still in place, covered with a bandage to protect the area. Bits and pieces of the night came to him in waves.
Running into his captors. Evading them. Escaping. The bloodshed. The weapons. The injuries. The pain.
However, there was also softness. Such tenderness. The touch of an angel he'd only be able to imagine in his wildest dreams that would never come true. Not for someone like him. Such sweetness. God, he'd missed it. He missed what such love and care felt like. It was so foreign to him. He was so used to the cold. Razor sharp, jagged edges. He'd forgotten so many things but the longer he kept to himself, the more that came back to him.
You called him by his name. He was sure of it. In the muddled fog of nightmares, he was sure he heard an angel call.
He knew he was in no condition to move or get you breakfast but the delicious smell of your cooking wafted through the halls letting him know it was okay for him to rest. He closed his eyes, flinching at the few prickles of pain he felt in his head.
You were there.
You'd take care of him.
He couldn't remember everything just yet but surely the puzzle pieces would fall into place soon.
-
"NO" The sound of the soldiers pained cry made you drop the book you were reading in your room, running off to find him. He'd fallen asleep after eating what you made for him that evening; you were sure he was getting better. He knelt on the floor, sweat covering his body as he gripped his hair, pulling from the roots. He felt another sharp piercing pain in his head, fleeting memories of things he didn't understand all flooding back at once.
You rushed to his side, taking his hands into yours to keep him from hurting himself. His eyes shot up, tears threatening to spill over, all the things he thought were lost forever coming back together.
He was a Sergeant.
A soldier.
A young man.
One who loved to go dancing.
One who wanted to help others.
Hydra turned him into a beast but you brought him back.
There was always something about you.
His sweet flower.
He relaxed feeling your soft fingers trace against his palms in hopes of grounding him, giving both his flesh and metal hands equal affection. He gently pulled his right hand away to remove the mask, letting you see all of him.
"Soldat?" You whispered, hesitantly brining your hand up to his scruffy cheek. He pressed his hand against yours, leaning into the warmth of your touch, he never wanted it to end.
"ŃĐČĐ”ŃĐŸĐș" [flower] he whispered back, your eyes widening hearing the precious name he had just for you, "It's me, flower"
"James?" You knew it was no longer the soldier speaking, this was the little boy from Brooklyn, his piercing blue eyes now full of warmth and light.
"Your father, I have to take you home, flower I'm so sorry-" dread began to consume him as he realized how long he'd taken you for, trading one life for another, how could he-
"James, breathe" You held his face in your hands, wiping away the tears that began to fall, your hand coming down the rest against his erratic heart, "It wasn't your fault, I-I read what happened to you, you were taken, it was never you, you're a good person" You soothed his aching heart but it didn't ease how heavy it felt. Every part of him wanted to beg for you to run away, so far away from him so you could be home again yet his arms moved on their own, wrapping you up and holding you close, you fit so perfectly with him.
"I'm still a broken man, ŃĐČĐ”ŃĐŸĐș" Bucky whispered with a sad smile, holding you with such care as you curled up in his lap. "I don't think I deserve to hold something as sweet as you"
"You're not broken, you deserve this and more" You cooed, inhaling his soft scent, your nose brushing against the column of his neck.
"You took care of me, flower" Bucky held you tighter, hiding his face into the crook of your neck, feeling safe for the first time in years, home had never felt closer.
"And you took care of me" Your fingers moved to card through his hair, pulling his face away so he'd look at you.
"I took you with me, doll" He couldn't shake the fact that he'd taken you from your father, first intending to kill him and then taking you in his place. "I didn't give you a choice, you should be home" The guilt ate him from the inside, if he'd been himself, he would have never-
"And you still protected me with your life" You whispered, your forehead resting against his.
"And I always will" Bucky promised, his lips brushing against yours. He meant it from the bottom of his soul, he'd always protect you no matter where you were. It didn't matter that he didn't want you to leave, that he wished you could stay, he knew you belonged elsewhere. He'd still always make sure you were safe. Exhaustion began to pull at him, his eyes growing heavy as his body continued to fight what Hydra wanted him to do and the man he really was.
"Sleep, Jamie" You pulled him down to lay on your chest, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead and for the first time in years, he slept soundly without a nightmare.
Over the next few days, you continued to nurse the soldier back to health, hushing him each time he plead for you to go, insisting he'd be okay to manage on his own.
"My body will heal, I promise, you don't have to do all this for me, let me take you home-
"Once you're all better. I'll write to him so he knows I'm safe" You pressed a finger to his pink lips before going back to tucking him in bed. It was true that the cuts had all cleared up exceptionally quicker than normal but you could see the mental exhaustion that plagued him each day.
He found a way to get in touch with your father without alerting anyone in Hydra from finding him and while your father graciously forgave him with understanding, nothing felt easier. He promised to return you home as soon as it was safe but the longer he spent with you, the more he selfishly wished for it to last forever. He promised your father he'd take care of you in every way possible but he knew it was truly you taking care of him.
He'd sleep soundly when you were near, falling asleep quickly when you'd read to him, sometimes softly playing with his hair so he'd relax. The few times he'd been alone, the awful memories would come flooding back leaving him confused and disoriented. It broke your heart hearing him cry, the soldier who was nothing but a killing machine truly an innocent man on the inside, a prisoner of his own mind.
You'd comfort him every single time, every moment more intimate than the next. It started with your soothing voice, sitting by his bed where you'd call his name, your fingers caressing the scruff of his beard, wiping away his tears. Then the nights came where you crawled into bed with him, helping him fall asleep with his head on your lap only to wake up with your limbs tangled together.
Then he started to hold you before he was asleep. He held you tightly while telling you stories about things he could remember. Things that made him smile. That his nickname was Bucky. You would do the same. You told him about all the things your father taught you. He'd start to kiss you goodnight. Innocently with a peck to the top of your head.
Sometimes your cheek.
He so badly wanted to kiss your lips, stopping himself when he felt his stomach stir, especially when your sweet doe eyes looked up at him. When he cuddled you, his arms would wrap around your body, his hands finding their way to the hem of the Henley you wore. His henley. His fingers would slip up to feel your skin, knowing such an angel was real grounded him. You'd do the same, tracing over his scars, neither of you openly talking about the growing tension between you both each day.
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"Will you read to me?" Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some honey into the tea you were making. You giggled at his needy cuddles, his much larger form practically engulfing you from behind. "Please"
"Who'd have thought such a strong, scary soldier would want bedtime stories" you cooed, letting him carry you away to his room, making a stop at the bookshelf first to pick out a new story.
He settled against the headboard with you tucked in his lap, relaxing at you made yourself comfy between his thighs. Your words had an affect on him he couldn't describe, no longer paying attention to what you were saying and instead watching the movement of your lips. Your eyes darting across the pages. Your body pressed against his.
The butterflies started again.
His stomach stirred.
He tried to adjust himself, pulling you into a hug to calm himself down, ignoring the way he wished he could have more.
"You alright, Jamie?" you asked, feeling his squirming, his eyes growing wide as if he'd been caught red handed. He shook his head, insisting you continue reading, God he didn't know what to do with himself.
He fidgeted again, this time trying to keep you off the tightness growing more and more, you made it so difficult for him-
"Are you sure you're okay bub?"
"I don't remember much but-I-I know I want you closer, flower" His voice was shy, his adams apple nervously bobbing in his neck as he shifted, unable to hide the hardness between his legs. His mind was a mess, fragments of love and intimacy struggling to piece themselves together yet he knew enough to want to hold you close.
He wanted to feel your soft skin on his.
He wanted to kiss you in places that would make your cheeks warm.
Where you'd want to cover yourself but let him have you, just him.
He wanted to feel your hands touch him everywhere. He wouldn't flinch at your delicate ministrations, he'd give all of himself to you. He'd trust you in his most vulnerable state, feeling things he hadn't for years, so heavy between his legs.
"How much closer, Jamie" you couldn't meet his eyes, gripping onto his t-shirt instead, setting the book on the nightstand, now all your attention on him.
"You know, angel" He let his nose bury into your hair, the blush on his cheeks travelling to his neck. He couldn't bring himself to actually say what he wanted, hesitantly moving his hands to your hips instead, slipping up your shirt to hold your waist. "Can-can I kiss you?"
He could hardly recognize himself, nervous beyond comprehension, his heart racing when you nodded, cupping his cheek to look at you. He leaned down to press his lips to yours.
"More" You let your body melt into his, his tongue lacing with yours, deepening the kiss. He didn't pull away until he desperately needed air, no longer able to contain his arousal.
"M'sorry angel, s'been so long, my body's not the same-
"Don't. Don't you dare, I adore you just like this Sergeant" He sucked in a breath as you toyed with the hem of his shirt, nodding after a moment letting you take it off. You kissed every scar on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder where metal met flesh, "You're the most handsome, beautiful man," You kissed his neck making him hiss, your tummy jumping at the feeling of his erection now pressed right against you, "You deserve all of this"
"Can I see you, please?" He undressed you with such care as if he was unwrapping the most precious present, first laying you down before slipping your top off. You wordlessly undressed each other until there was nothing left to take off going right back to wrapping your body with his.
"You're the softest thing I've ever touched" He whispered, loving how you felt, your thigh hitched over his hip, your breasts pressed against his bare chest, your soft tummy against the hard planes of his abs, your hands rubbing up and down his spine, oh God your silky most sacred parts absolutely soaking his length. His body moved on its own, rutting up to chase more, his cock slotting so perfectly with his flushed tip rubbing against your clit.
The desperate moan he let out made you gush, seeing how lost he was in chasing how good you felt with the stutter of his hips.
"M'so hard" He whined, hugging you tightly, "Please angel, do something" It was the most delicious torture. You pulled away from his hold wanting to give him every bit of loving he deserved, giving his body the pleasure it had been deprived of. You shuffled to kneel between his legs, his eyes growing wide, your face so dangerously close to where he was achingly hard. There was no way, you weren't going to- your lips pressed a gently kiss to his frenulum and the tears started, you wouldn't give him more than this-
"Baby, oh God, no, no, I can't angel, oh God-OHH" He cried, his body splayed wide for you, bach arching off the bed as you took his swollen cockhead into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his circles, licking every bit of his essence that dripped out. Your face was between his legs, his cock was in your mouth, you were suckling off his most sensitive parts, how could he not spread his thighs apart further for you. He'd never been so open or vulnerable, letting you play and toy with his cock, his tears soaking the pillow at his balls started to pull towards his body, it couldn't be over so soon-
"Sweet baby, please, please-" He pulled you off his cock, bringing you up to smash his lips against yours, his thick length slapping against his tummy. He could have sworn he was close to cumming just tasting himself on your tongue. "Can-please I want to-" He scrambled to lay you against the pillows as you squeaked at the way he manhandled you in desperation, "please"
He was between your thighs, sighing with heart eyes as he carefully spread your folds with his fingers, taking his time smearing around your slick, your throbbing clit begging for his mouth. He latched on like a baby, nursing with the most needy gurgles, your gasp melting into a moan making his eyes roll back.
He couldn't believe he had his mouth on his pretty angel, his tongue toying with the precious parts between her legs, letting him taste her, drinking up her nectar, feeding him in the best way possible.
"I-oh-slow down baby, please, M'gonna- You gasped, feeling surges of pleasure already pulsing as he flicked his tongue with precision, his arms wrapping around your thighs, tossing them over his wide shoulders.
"Mph, cum" he whined before diving in for more, greedily humping and grinding against the mattress, how was he supposed to last like this.
"Want-want to feel you, please" You begged, needing him inside you, giving you something thick and hard to cum on. He didn't waste a second, shakily clambering back on top of you, nervously positioning himself at your entrance.
"You sure, sweet girl? I-it's been so long"
"I trust you" You pulled him down to kiss his reddened nose making him blush, letting out the breath he was holding as he started to push. You both moaned together as he buried himself all the way, stilling once he was flush against you, his orgasm already so close to shooting at the base of his cock.
"Hng, I needed this angel" He didn't move and you didn't need him to, just the feeling of him stretching and filling you fulfilling something you couldn't describe. You loved the feeling of you both being connected in the most intimate way, joined as one, it felt so right like he was finally where he was meant to be. Like he'd found his everything.
Your thighs moved to hug his waist, your arms around his shoulders. He drew his hips back and thrusted forward gentle, the gasp escaping your lips urging him to keep going. He started to move at a steady pace, bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning them against the bed.
"I love you-even if I have no right, I love you so much" Bucky lost himself to you, his hips moving at a slow grind, letting every inch of his cock fill and caress your walls, "You showed me love when I least deserved it"
"Fuck, I love you too!" You cried out, the curls at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, sending you higher and higher. "Oh, James!"
"My God, the way you say my name when m'inside you, say it again baby, please" He started to move faster on his own accord, primal urges starting to take over as he began to chase his pleasure and yours.
"Please, James, feels-feels so good"
"Gonna make me cum so hard, the things y'do to me baby, drives me crazy, wanna be like this for the rest of my life, making love to you and nothing else, swear this is all I want"
"James, gonna-gonna cum"
"Cum with me angel, all over my cock baby, cum on it, wanna feel it, please give it to me, I need it. Need your sweet cream all over me, fuck-yeah-jus like that-" You clenched around his cunt, his name dripping from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you. That was all it took as he tucked his face right against your neck, holding you tight as he trembled, it was so much,
"M'cumming!!" His sob was muffled as his cock throbbed, warm streams of his cum pumping you full, his ass stuttering with each jerk of his hips. "So-so much for you, s'all for you angel"
Bucky made love to you everywhere, not one place left without him taking you apart to his heart's content, including the garden. The story you were reading was long forgotten as he took you under the shade of the tree, the long wispy branches of the willow tree hiding you from the rest of the world.
The summer sun cocooned you in a blanket of warmth as clothes were all tossed aside leaving you both bare on the sheet you'd spread on the grass, the sounds of the breeze, the rustle of the bushes and your moans blending in so perfectly with his rhythmic thrusts.
"Beautiful" he whispered against your cheek, pulling away so he could look at every bit of you, "So beautiful for me like this"
"Jamie, stop" You grew bashful, you knew no one could see you in your secluded spot so deep in the forest but you still felt so vulnerable, spread out naked with just his body covering you, shamelessly taking his cock while the afternoon sun hung in the sky.
"S'just us baby, just you and me, don't worry" He purred, bringing your arms up, holding your wrists in his metal arm while his flesh hand came down to caress your face. "We're not doing anything wrong darling, m'showing you how much I love you, how good you make me feel, yeah?"
"Yeaah" Your voice melted into a breathy whine as he started to move with more purpose, his warm breath fanning against your face.
"Lookit how pretty you are sweet girl, my pretty flower, you were meant to be here baby, feels so right, just like this"
Out of all the stories and poetry you'd read to him, this was what Bucky saw as true art. He'd seen the finest paintings around the world in the richest houses, guarded by the highest security. He'd seen nature's most incredible wonders with the tallest trees, the sweetest flora and nothing, absolutely nothing, would top how gorgeous you were, bare, on the grass, him filling you up, it was euproic.
The image was etched in his brain, he'd treasure it forever. Your shy moans. The clench of your cunt. The way he filled you up and kept his cock in you even after it was soft. The way you cuddled and kissed in a post sex haze, listening to the sounds of the forest. He could have cried at the way you fell asleep in his arms, so trusting for him to keep you safe.
This was all he needed.
He took care of you, keeping you protected while he did his best to eradicate Hydra with you to patch him up each time he came home. As soon as it was safe, he took you right home and under the care of your father, he healed from the words that held him captive.
It didn't take long for your home to be filled with the sounds of tiny feet mixed with the sounds of science experiments gone wrong; your little babies, their daddy and their papa getting up to mischief at all hours.
"Careful, flower" Bucky shook his head, running towards you as you waddled into the living room with an expression of concern on your face, cocking an eyebrow when you saw your son looking up at you with bug eyed goggles matching his papa.
Bucky came to steady you, his hands coming to wrap around your growing belly while your father and son continued to tinker away at a new creation.
"How are my princesses" He cooed while you huffed, still wondering what they were doing.
"We're both wondering what you're going here James"
"Papa's building me a rocket-
"A bicycle! Just a bicycle darling, go sit, son why don't you take her for a walk" You father ushered you and Bucky out, sending a wink to his grandson.
"A bicycle my foot" You shook your head while Bucky took you to the kitchen, setting a pot of water, ready to dote on you as usual.
"He gets that side of him from you, love" Bucky chuckled, coming down to kiss your belly, resting his head there. "Just wait until she's here too"
"You're a menace, Sergeant"
"You married me, darling" Bucky pouted making you giggle, cupping his face to kiss his jutting lips.
"and I love every bit of you"
"I love you more, pretty girl"
You would always be his flower.
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Bloodied Bonds
A/N: This was...fun. I wanted to fit it all into one part but it was getting too long sooooo yeah.....have fun :)
Summary: When hanahaki disease festers in your lungs, how will your family help you while you hide it from your mate?
Pairing: Azriel x Reader, Rhysand x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Elain slander, dying
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There they were again.
Azriel smiled at Elain with those eyesâŠthose eyes. And in your soul you felt the bond writhe with pain and clench in your chest. You remained still as you immediately brought your eyes to look at the ground beneath you. This hurt. This really hurt. A part of you wanted to deny it, wanted to believe that Azriel would remain faithful to you always, that he would stay true to the mating bond, something he desperately used to want before we got together.
Now, you were not so sure.
âSweetheartâŠ,â Cassian said from behind me, startling. He knew what you was seeing, saw it in his own brotherâs eyes. Azriel may have always been a mystery to everyone else outside the inner circle, but his eyes â his beautiful hazel eyes â showed you everything you needed to know.
âIâm fine,â You waved Cassian off, bringing down shields on the bond, shutting out his emotions, the pain from it, and shutting yourself in as a stray tear slipped down your face, âIâm really fine,â You repeated.
Truth to be told, Cassian did not know what to say to you. After you had defended Azriel since you were kids, brought him to you and Rhysandâs mother, convinced her to take him in. Cassian did not know what could come over Azriel to internally betray you in this way. However as you began coughing Cassian was alarmed when you raced towards the kitchen sink and coughed out flower petals, one after another.
âWhat the hell-â He started, moving to pull back your hair as he observed what you had coughed out. Blood and petals coated the sink and as you choked them out one by one, slowly calming down, you waved your hand magicking it away. And it was then it hit him.
You were dying.
âExplain. Now.â He demanded. Looking away you mumbled.
âA few weeks ago after I first realised he loved her, I started coughing up flowers and my tears, my tears turned a gold colour. I asked Madja what was wrong. Itâs a soul disease called hanahaki, caused by the betrayal of the heart and unrequited love. The tears were caused by the same thing, a unique symptom that is because of my magic due to being the High Lordâs sister. She said the flowers in my lungs will continue to grow until it suffocates me and I die. The star tears are just a symptom that causes physical pain, she doesnât know if there will be any repercussions from it,â Thatâs all you managed to ramble out before you doubled over and heaved again, blood dripping out of your gaping mouth as you choked and coughed on the flower petals making their way up your throat.
Cassian was at a loss of words, on one hand he wanted to be angry, angry at you for keeping this from him, for not telling him sooner so he could beat the crap out of Azriel. On the other hand he wasâŠdevastated. You had always been like a sister to him, since he first met you as a kindred and fierce spirit when you were seven years old. The three of them had been twenty and Cassian had fell to his knees before the little girl with such a bright spirit, who dared to scream in Devlonâs face when he said females belonged in the kitchen.
Cassian had sworn to protect you.
And now, against a disease he felt helpless.
âIs there a cure?â He asked.
âMadja said there were two ways, either Azriel proves that he still loves me, which we both know wonât happen when he wonât stay away from Elain for more than a few hours, or I could have the flowers cut from their roots and removed, itâs a risky procedure and even successful all my feelings towards Azriel will be removed entirely, given the mating bond, she thinks it will be stripped from my soul. IâŠ.I wanted to wait.â
âSo you either have your emotions robbed from you, make Azriel realise heâs an idiot, or die?â
You nod.
âTell Azriel,â âI canât!â You hissed, âWe both know I canât. He loves her, Cassian, I can feel it, I can see it, everytime he looks at her itâs like sheâs the one who hung the stars and moon while when he looks at me that light dies!â You bang your fist on the table.
You point to where Azriel and Elain was far out in the gardens. His shadows no where to be seen, both blissfully unaware of what was going on inside with you and Cassian.
âHe acts like sheâs the one who went through countless of interrogation, of torture, when she got captured by enemies. He acts like she was the one who protected Velaris with Rhysand when she went under the mountain to be taken advantage of, when Amarantha held me down and tried to force answers out of me,â You let out another pained cry as you slid to the ground, âI have done everything for him, been through hell and back with him. And even after everything he still wants her, still wants to be with her, still doesnât want me.â
Cassian brought you closer to him as he sat next to you and let you cry on his shoulder.
You cried and cried, and cried until there was nothing left. Cried until you couldnât cry.
And when you finally fell asleep from exhaustion, Cassian glanced out the house to the gardens where his brother trailed Elain, and Cassian made a decision.
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âYou told my brother!?â You shrieked. Rhysand and Cassian was now sitting around you in Rhysâs study.
âYou told Cassian before me?â Rhysand shot back. You rolled your eyes as you scoffed, âOh please I didnât tell him anything I was throwing up flowers in front of him, not much I could do except explain.â
Shaking his head, Rhys sighed as he glanced at Cassian and they both shared a look. Narrowing your eyes, the tendrils in your mind crept towards your brother and the general, and surprise coated your face when you realised they had shut you out.
âLet me remind you what I do is my choice.â
âNot when your life is at stake,â Rhysand retorted.
So he had decided something against your will already. Of course, your brother who wanted to help everyone, your brother who thought you were his responsibility, his burden to bear. Your brother who claimed to value your opinion oh so much but then never, not once, ever considered how you feel in anything that had to do with you.
âHe doesnât care. I havenât even been actively hiding it from him, itâs just that heâs never around to notice,â You said bitterly, âDid you know he missed my birthday? You all did. Because usually heâs the one going around reminding everyone the week before. Did you know our anniversary passed and I had waited for him all day just to realise he was with her?â Stray tears slipped down your cheeks as you tried to hold them back.
Crying meant that you were weak.
And you hated being weak.
That was when Cassian spoke, âHave Madja remove the flowers.â
Rhysand shot a look at him.
âShe wonât survive otherwise. Even as we discuss this now she is running out of time, Rhys. Azrielâs infatuation with Elain is unforgivable and at least this way we can save her. Their relationship might never be the same but if Azriel is truly in love with Elain as she feels, then it is possible this way everyone wins.â
âI donât want the male who almost killed my sister in my court,â Rhys bit out.
âConvincing Azriel that what he is doing is wrong will take too long. Maybe we should have interfered when it first started but now itâs too late. We can still save her, really save her. Not their relationship but at least sheâll live,â âAnd live with a bond that will eventually diminish into nothing?â âMaybe itâs better that way.â
Glancing between Cassian and your brother, your own inner turmoil seemed to be playing out in front of you as they discussed everything that you had not been able to come to terms with yourself. A part of you could still hardly believe that Azriel would do something like this, hurt you in this way when he himself swore that he would be loyal for eternity.
Mates.
A sacred connection that determined your equal, your partner in everything.
But your parents were mates tooâŠand that did not work out well. So maybe it was time for you to let your mate go.
However, as you opened your mouth to agree with Cassian, to agree that maybe the best option would be to remove the flowers directly, the consequences of your feelings being stolen be damned, a cough climbed up your throat.
And as you coughed out bloody petals onto Rhysandâs office floorâŠ.everything went dark.
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It had all happened quickly, too quickly for Rhysandâs liking.
One moment he was debating with Cassian how they would save his sisterâs life, the next moment as she was about to say something and he watched in horror as blood came out instead of words. Her eyes drooped and he raced to catch her from hitting her head on the hard wooden floors, and as his ears started ringing, holding his sisterâs lifeless body in his arms, as he watched golden tears stream out of her eyes, he noticed there was someone screaming.
And it was not until his throat hurt, until his own throat burned, that he realised he was the one screaming, crying out loud for his sister whoâs body seemed as lifeless as the one he had lost all those years ago.
âGet Madja!â He roared at Cassian, âGet her NOW!â
Less that a minute went by when Morrigan and Feyre came into the room, Feyre let out a horrified gasp as Mor took in the scene, freezing as she realised her cousin, her best friend, her only companion during the times after Eris and Keir, was in Rhysandâs arms, still and lifeless even as blood trickled out of her mouth and gold spilled form her closed eyelids.
Madja came shortly after, and Y/Nâs body was moved to a different room for Madja to work, Cassian explaining what happened and the illness in Y/Nâs body that was causing this. Morrigan took a few steps back, before she crashed into the wall of the hallway and let out her own sob.
And for the first time after Rhysand and Y/N had returned from the mountain, Morrigan wept.
Two days passed, and Y/N did not wake.
Madja estimated that they would have to make a decision within the week whether they would tell Azriel, or cut the flowers out.
And in those two days Azriel did not come.
It was only after Rhysand had asked him to meet, told him about Y/N did Azriel finally realised he had not seen his mate in days. That he had not even spent more than fifteen minutes with her in the past few months.
It was only after Rhysand said that Y/N was dying, did Azriel reach down the now cold and empty bond, and realise he had shut her out. And when he let his walls down, experienced the agony, the pain, the grief she felt even in her unconscious state, did Azriel regret.
âWhy didnât she tell meâŠâ Azriel whispered.
âBecause she heard you when I told you to stay away from Elain. I looked into her mind and I realised the day her disease started she went to find you, and you had been in my office, yelling at me that the cauldron had made a mistake, that you wanted Elain,â Rhysand laughed coldly. Even Rhys in all his beauty, his eyes were now red from sobbing, his voice hoarse from how he had cried, and cried.
âGood job, Azriel,â Cassian said from the doorway, âYou got what you wanted. Your bond will no longer exist once she awakesâŠthatâs if she survives even.â
âNoâŠ.I donât,â Azriel muttered, âRhysandâŠwhat conversation?â Rhysand furrowed his eyebrows, âAre you really playing this game with me now? My sister is DYING! AND YOU WANT TO PRETEND LIKE YOU FORGOT WHAT YOU SAID!?â
Azrielâs eyes looked back and forth between his brotherâsâŠ.when did heâŠwhen did he even get here?
Where was his mate?
Why did it feel like something just cleared from his head?
That was when Elain stepped in, holding a mug and what looked to be tea.
âAzriel, i heard your distress, drink this it will make you feel better,â She said softly, but as Rhysandâs eyes narrowed on the mug, it was Cassian who snatched it out of her hands, brought it to his eyes and shattered it on the already ruined hard wood floors.
âThat was not just tea.â
âI have no idea what you mean.â
And as Cassian lifted his head he declared, âAs General of the Night court, I arrest you for illegal possession and use of aphrodisiacs. You are charged with attempted murder of the Princess of the Night Court. You are charged with manipulation and forced betrayal of the courtâs spymaster,â And with a menacing grin Cassian said, âAnd you are charged because you bloody annoy me and youâŠwhat you have done today makes me want to rip you to shreds.â
A beat passed.
âThat isâŠ.â Cassian continued as he glanced at Azriel, with each blink clarity seemed to return to the shadowsinger as he processed everything, as he remembered everything Elain made him do, as he remembered how he had hurt his mate, âThat is if Azriel decides he doesnât want to kill you first.â
Elain let out a scoff, looking down at the spilled tea and broken pieces of ceramic in disgust, âAzriel loves me. Azriel should love me not that disgusting slut of a female, she might be a princess but she is-,â âMine.â Azriel interrupted.
âShe was mine before you interfered. She was mine before you made me break her.â Azriel turned, no doubt to go find Y/N.
âStart counting your days, Elain, because now they are numbered.â
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Azriel taglist: @kemillyfreitas @going-through-shit @chessebookgirl
Part 2 here!!
Love, Ellie.
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Bewitched: The Rake and The Risk
Ëâàżà» james logan howlett ⊠bridgerton au series
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chapter two
cw: flirting (mix of 1800s and modern day), jealousy, old time thoughts of women and marriage, james is a slut
pairing: viscount!logan howlett x fem!reader
a/n: sorry this is later than intended! i try to aim for a new chapter every friday but college is kicking my ass right now. next chapter will be longer!! also!! if you want to be tagged for the bewitched series please comment on the original bewitched masterlist post linked above this<3 there are so many of you lovely readers who want to be tagged and i need a more organized way to find everyone to add. sorry for the minor inconvenience. i appreciate every one of you!!
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in all the twenty-nine years of knowing james howlett, lady chamberlain never would have pictured him coming to her home to ask about the eligible bachelorettes of the ton.
"what do you want to know, my dear?" lady chamberlain asked, sipping a cup of tea as the two of them sat in the living room.
"i am coming to you because as you know, my mother is expecting me to wed sooner rather than later and i was wondering whom might be the best women to seek out this season." james said, lying through his teeth.
if james really wanted to know who the best women this season were, he would've just opened the latest issue of lady cavanaugh. both of them knew this but it was more fun for lady chamberlain to tease the viscount.
"hm.." she smiles. "anyone in particular?"
"no."
the lie falls with ease. too much ease but lady chamberlain sees right through him.
"well, i did take note last night that the only lady you danced with was lady worthington's niece." she remarks slyly.
"the french girl?" he asks, playing coy. "i think i remember her."
lady chamberlain wasn't going to play games with the boy in front of her.
"i would hope so, you seemed quite fawned of her."
"i don't know if i would say that much."
"hm, so you don't want to know who she's planning to attended the mask ball with?" lady chamberlain smirks, knowing she's got him hooked.
everyone in the ton looked forward to the queens mask ball each season. it was the perfect way to help break the usual ice of finding 'the one'. that's where most couples tend to meet for the first time.
"let me guess..." james rolls his eyes. "prince harrison?"
lady chamberlain shrugs, placing her tea cup back on the dish. "the two of them talked quite a bit after you stormed off. she seems quite smitten with him."
"it's the first ball of the season. she has plenty of time to look for a better husband." he scoffs.
"well, dear... there are people who search their whole lives for something that's been right in front of them the entire time."
the elderly woman's words rang true in the room but james was far too in denial to notice them. instead, his ego was eating him alive. why would you not jump at the opportunity to be with the viscount?
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this afternoon was the queen's annual tea party. all the ton's debutantes gather to make friends and share their predictions for this season. anxiously, you paced the cobblestones outside, waiting for the carriage to pick you up.
"dear, it's not lady-like to pace back and forth." your aunt calls out from the doorway.
"my apologies," you reply, not stopping your feet.
"you're snagging the hem of your gown!"
thank heavens that the carriage was approaching. she waves you off, wishing you luck on your first adventure alone in the ton, wishing desperately she could join you.
your goal today is to make at least one friend. you'll even settle for an allied.
once you arrive at the queen's castle, you step inside. covered in soft pastels, flowers, and butterflies; you immediately feel calm. everyone is chatting and sipping tea at the tables. you sit down in the first available seat.
"you're the diamond, correct?" someone whispered next to you asks.
you turn your head to see a blonde girl to the right. she's wearing a soft yellow dress that doesn't quite fit her right.
"correct." you nod, offering the girl a smile to which she returns.
"shouldn't you be sat with the queen?" she asks, nodding to one of the beautiful girls surrounding the queen.
"probably but this was the first seat i saw." you joke, sipping on your tea.
the girl laughs with a small nod and introduces herself. her name is bridget and her father is a jewelry maker for the queen.
"i saw you dancing with the viscount last night at the ball." she smiles. "do you fancy him?"
almost choking on your tea, you shake your head.
"no, no, no. i don't fancy the viscount." you state.
bridget hesitates, watching your body language closely. the pressure gets you to speak up again.
"why do you ask?"
"because the viscount is a major rake."
the word rake rolls off her tongue with pure disgust. you'd never heard someone with such respect as a viscount be called something so dishonorable. rakes were known for their ability to seduce and lead on women with no promise of marriage.
"but he talks of his desire for a wife?" you question, more to yourself than to bridget but alas, she answers anyway.
"only because his mama is practically begging for a viscountess." bridget whispers.
you suppose this made sense due to the fact that most rakes never even intend to wed and after your conversation with james last night, he made it clear that marriage was not something he craved.
"trust me, you aren't the first lady to attempt to tie down the viscount. well, at least you have a shot since you're the diamond this season and all." the blonde girl rambles.
"oh, heavens no!" you repeat.
"hm, that's sad..." she sighs. "he is quite handsome."
"most definitely but i intend to wed for pure reasons."
"if that's truly the case, stay as far away from the viscount as possible."
Ëâàżà»
for the rest of the afternoon, bridget's words stuck to the front of your brain. if james wasn't so intolerable, perhaps he would make a good husband to someone.
once everyone finished with their tea, you decided to go sketch in wisteria park. the weather was beautiful outside and gave you the perfect inspiration needed to work on a new piece. normally, you would only draw on the sides of the letters written to your father back home. no one was more supportive of you than your parents. in a world where women mean nothing more than their wombs to society, it was rare to have parents who let their daughters have dreams.
sat on a patch of grass near the small pond, you set up your quill, small tray of paints, and paper. in the area where you decided to sit, across from you stood a beautiful cherry tree. as you work on the outline, you can hear footsteps approaching.
"i should've known i would find you here." a familiar voice says.
you don't even glacé up at the person near you, paying no mind to the man who seeks your attention most.
"do you want something, my lord?" you ask, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
james' head spun every time those last two words fell from your lips, sounding to pretty the way that they roll of your tongue.
"you may call me, logan." he says. "if you so wish."
"logan?" you cock a brow, finally looking up at him.
"it's my middle name." he replies awkwardly.
"hm..." you pretend to ponder for a moment. "that's far too personal for me."
" 'too personal'? how might that be?"
james stands arms crossed against the cherry tree, glaring in your direction. you don't rush to answer his question instead you continue adding details to the branches and trees. he huffs under his breath, clearly irritated your lack of interest in him.
"well, we have no intentions to be together this season and we aren't friends so, there's no need for nicknames and such." you reply nonchalantly.
"you don't know my intentions"
a sweet giggle escapes you. james brushes off the warmth flooding his chest, rather focusing on topic at hand.
"oh, i bet i do."
suddenly, you drop your quill and give him your undivided attention.
"why are you even here, james?" you sigh.
"i was visiting an old friend this morning and wanted a stroll through the park."
"an old friend?"
the words left your lips before you could stop yourself. james was quick to notice the tone shift. he smirks, walking over to you and sitting on the grass to your right.
"mhm..." he hums.
"is she viscountess material?" you scoff, returning to your scribbles.
"and why would you care?"
why did you care? it's not like the two of you really know each other; yet, something about james made your blood boil. perhaps it was how he has a near perfect life and somehow still complains. he has no issues in finding a partner because everyone wants him. if he didn't have his head up his own ass, he would realize that.
"i don't."
"sounds like you do."
james liked watching your face scrunch up at little with dislike for him. how your pressure on the quill increases. how you avoid his gaze. how you pretend he doesn't exist next to you.
"i don't." you repeat. "i just cannot believe that someone like you is complaining about having to take a wife when all the women of the ton are smitten with you."
"someone like me?" james pretends to be offended but he was too busy enjoying this riled up version of you.
"someone who never gone with unmet needs, never struggled financially, never been under minded or overlooked." your words come out sharp but james doesn't let them cut deep.
"look, sweetheart..." he squints those hazel eyes, glaring deep into your soul and leaning in closer than he should've. "you know nothing of my families struggles."
"and you know nothing of mine."
james was so close to you. your noses almost touching before you pull away. being within his close proximity made you feel a foreign warm tingle deep in your stomach.
thank heavens that the park was empty, minus the two of you. the last thing you needed was for someone to see the two of you this close and label you as one of the viscounts mistresses.
"i-i must get going." you stutter, collecting your belongings.
"where are you off to?" he asks.
"i'm supposed to be accompanying lady chamberlain and prince harrison to dinner this evening."
his face scrunches with distaste at the mention of the prince. also, why would lady chamberlain hide this piece of information from him?
"isn't it quite early to prepare for dinner?"
"i must look perfect for the prince." you smile.
but not at james. you're smiling for that no good excuse of a prince who couldn't see that you already were perfect.
"you look fine to me." he huffs.
"it's vocabulary like that, that keeps you from finding a wife."
"and to think it was my insufferable personality that kept the ladies of the ton away."
it's difficult to hide the laugh you want to let out. instead you bite down on your cheek, not giving him the satisfaction of your laughter.
"ha ha ha." you mock dryly.
"do you always have a stick up your ass?"
james question makes your jaw drop. never in your life have you heard a man speak so vulgarly.
"that's no way for a viscount to speak to a lady." you scold. he can't help but roll his eyes at your comment.
"i'm sure that a man has spoken even more colorfully to you."
"what are you insinuating, my lord?"
"that i highly doubt a lady such as yourself still has her virtue." he shrugs.
never has your head spun so fast at a single sentence. you couldn't fathom that a rake like him has the nerve to question anyone's virtue.
"excuse me, viscount howlett but my virtue is none of your business." you rage. "and you have quite the nerve to question it."
"and why's that?"
james was playing with fire but he didn't mind getting scorched by your flames.
"i've heard the stories about you."
"like what?"
"like what you do with the promiscuous women of the night." your words leave a smirk plastered on his face as he watches you intensely.
"don't act so innocent either." james hums. "i'm sure you've had your fair share of promiscuous adventures in france."
a flush of red hits at your cheeks. the last person you wanted to talk about promiscuous acts with is james. mostly because your lack there of. only your own hands have touched you so intimately.
james studies your facial expression before it clicks for him. he shouldn't ask. he really shouldn't. but come on, he has to.
"have you neverâ" his words come to a halt when there's a ruffled noise inching closer.
"i'm under no obligation to answer you, viscount howlett." you scold, collecting your belongings.
"hm... seems like you've already answered my question." his cocky tone sends you over the edge of annoyance.
"shouldn't you be more concerned with finding a wife rather than my virtue? this season will be over before you know it and you will need to find one sooner rather than later."
james admired the way you spoke with such sharpness. you were shy and reserved but the weight of your words were heavy. there was grace in the way you spoke and he loathed it.
he loathed how perfect you were. how absolutely perfect you would fit into his life. how perfect you would be at being his little wife. only needing to plan parties and open your womb to his child. he would never stop you from your dream of painting either. all he wants is someone who can handle the duties that come with being his other half.
by the time james snaps out of his thoughts, you are long gone. off to get ready for your date with a man who's twice as rich as him and much more likable. the only thing he could do is hope that nothing good comes from this dinner.
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Could I please have blueberry cookies with Jacaerys for hotd?
Made A Fool.
ÂŽ*: ïŸâË Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader
Bakery Event - closed
â°ïœ„ïŸâ§âœ summery: after the betrothal to the Prince Jacaerys, you thought it would be the happiest moments of your life given your years spent with him. Happiest is a sliver of what you feel, after he avoids your every move.
â°ïœ„ïŸâ§âœ words: 2.2k
â°ïœ„ïŸâ§âœ warnings: Luke never dies, rhaenryas miscarriage is mentioned, angst, jace being dick, jace accusing you because heâs jealous, betrothal, angst with a happy ending, readers family being near the Starks and long family friends, arguing.
※ I got carried away so this is longer then it should be.
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During your young years at dragon stone, you found yourself becoming great companions with the princessâs sons. Rhaenyra took you into her home with open arms, she raised you like her own when your mother was a sea away. But her eldest son was easily the most precious thing you come to love, it started out when he gave you flowersâ actually weedsâ but pretty nonetheless ïżŒand warmed your heart like dragon fire.
The both of you glued to each others side as the years went by, no one could deny the smiles and laughs youâd share like nothing else matter. Jace was a gentle man, held no grudge or power over you for being born a woman, even encouraged you to learn the sword with him. His blood was of the dragon so he had tendencies ïżŒto be hot headed and rash when angered. All it took was the gentle touch of your fingertips on his cheeks to calm the dragon within him. Though, you two never knew of each others true feelings, he knew you cared very deeply for him.
âAnd what do you think of this?â Her grace looked softly at you, sitting down with a pained expression from the loss of the babe in her belly. The question of if you wanted the proposal to her eldest son, something your father wished for his loyalty to her claim. Throughout the years your father never mentioned that he even liked jace, in each letter sent he reminded you that your only duty was to the princess. So, you wonder is this had been his plan all along? A son for his daughterâDragons for his grandchildren.
âYour grace, I ensure you that I did not come here for a marriage pa-â her smile and hushed laughter stopped you, and made your head tilt in confusion. Rhaenyra ran her hands along her lap, something was amusing to her and made embarrassment sit restless inside you. âI know, sweetgirl. There was never a doubt you were here for this, you care for my boys and me, that much is very clear.â her words made you relived. Her hands moved to the cushion beside her to signal you over. âJoin me,â
You obeyed her wish and walked over nervously, the conversation to come was running in your mind of every way this could go. She didnât see you fit for her sonânot good enough. Or even worse, could call you greedy for being her only for her sons even it wasnât the truth. Everything was spinning as you took your place next to her. âWhat I asked was if you wanted this marriage? I am forever grateful for you and your family and the support for the war to come, I will agree to the betrothalâ but I believe you should have a say in this.â
Gulping the spit in your mouth to cover the butterflies in your throat you stare for a second to get the right words in your head. Jacaerys was the love of your life for years, your own prince from the story books told to young girls. To imagine actually get to be betrothed to him was a dream come true but also a nightmare to convey out loud. âMy queen, I will do my duty if you wish.â You picked at your nails while avoiding her gaze. The queen reached her hand to caress your cheek, while turning your head to face her. There was no greater feeling then her soften gaze, âDo you want this? Youâre answer will never hurt me.â and you knew you couldnât refuse the offer because it made your heart happy.
âYes, Your Grace. I would be pleased to marry Jacaerys.â
The announcement pleased the court of men, knowing your familyâs army wouldnât bend the knee to aegon, even though jace smiled at you- he walked to the other side right after and began to ignore you. Of course, you put it off as his duties were more important and he meant no offense. As men pushed your house piece along the board, giving your impression of what your father wanted, jace kept his eyes off you as you spoke. And you knew he could feel your staring. Again, at dinner while you took your place beside himâ his attention was anywhere but on you. This didnât go unnoticed by only you, his brother Luke happened to think it strange. He was always all over you and now he canât spare you one look?
Luke decided to save you from feeling lonely and embarrassed so he decided to turn on his charm, something you always thought was adorable about the boy. He would whisper some jokes only for your ears, and as your cheeks flushed red from the wine served he finally asked you to join him for a dance. Though the dinner was small, and in the middle of a war- it was still a celebration of alliance. Decided to dance with Luke, you had a fun time and forgot about jace for a while. This was supposed to be a good day, so youâll have to push yourself. Luke was like a brother to you, so it was easy to be entertained by him.
The absence of jace brought you down, itâs been a few days since you two actually had a conversation, or heâd actually look at you without someone elseïżŒïżŒ expecting him to. Yes, you understand the war at hand, and how much needs to be done and you canât have his attention all the time. But he made no efforts to speak with you, or acted like he used toâActed like your future husband. Thatâs what sprouted anger within you, and you were annoyed and snapped easily.
âMy men with have a easier timeïżŒ rallying ïżŒin the north, my letters to Cregan-â the words cut from your mouth when jace interrupted. His jaw tighter and a harsh glare made it harder to not burst into a screaming match. He had been giving attitude to his mother with the same expression. He hadnât looked at you in weeks and this is what he was doing?
âYou sent letters to Cregan? Why? I visited him nearly days ago,â his voice raised and made everyone in the room look back and forth wonder if they should cut in. âHe offered graybeards.â
You roll your eyes at him, âThe Starks have been my friends with my family for years, I convinced him to lend a few, young men. No old bones, no offense my lords, but men with stranger arms.â The way he was looking at you, youâd been dead. Many years you saw him angry, annoyed and ready to fight anything that crosses him. Never did you think youâd be on the end of his temper.
âTell me, how exactly you persuaded him?â everyone could tell he meant nothing well by his accusing statement. You huff and get ready to comment when Rhaenrya placed and hand on your shoulder while Luke got in Jaces vision of you. âAnd I thank you for that, any swords are welcome.â She rubbed your skin and moved her head towards the door, allowing you to leave as you were visibly upset. Excusing your leaving, Jace watched you leave and turned his whole body. He couldnât shake the feel inside when the meeting continued and didnât speak a word, his thoughts only on you.
Jace marched through the halls with haste to your chambers, he saw no reason to knock so the door opened with him already flaring his nostrils. The surprise of the door opening with forced and quickly made you jump from your table, the ink dropped onto your skin from the quill in your hand dropping as you stood up from the chair. âWhatâs the meaning of this? You canât just-â Jace walks towards you, making you back up at his pace.
âMe? Itâs I who should be asking same question, what in the seven hells was that? Back in the war room?â he yelled at you. You stood only a few steps away and could practically could feel heat from him caused by his seething anger.
âWhat, are you accusing me of starting it? I simply stated my opinion with my houses army. You couldnât handle me disagreeing with you?â You head twists and turn with your words, and eyes look all over the room.
He groaned and his eyes darkened, he stood closer to yell in your face. âI have a problem with my betrothed making it known she sends letters to another man. You must want me to look a fool. Have you and him been sending letters for years?â your mouth drops in disbelief at his ignorance words, âHe told me he only could give old men, but you somehow convinced him to give us more? Has he declared his love for you, do you swoon in the letters for him?â
âYou idiot, you think you have the right to ask me- To think that of me?â You push his chest back away from you, then walk away with a annoyed laugh.
Standing with your hands arching your back on your hips, you look back at him, âIt has been you who ignores me frequently, pasted nights without a word from you other then small formalities.â rubbing the skin on your forehead, you breath heavily. âAll I have done is be there by your side, never let my feelings get in the way of our friendship. Iâd think youâd at least honor that, but somehow you hate the thought of marriage to me so much you pretend I cease to exist.ïżŒâ only now was he knocked off thoughts when your eyes became slightly glossy. Jace couldnât tell if it was in sadness or anger, or both.
âSo no, Your Grace. If you speculate I ever did anything to make Cregan think heâd fight for me, or give him the idea I wanted him. Youâd be deadly wrong. Because I have spent years hoping, that one day, youâd care about me that same why I do for you.â turning around to hide the tears escapingïżŒ, you grab the chair to calm yourself down. He deserved no tears from you or to see you broken, so you had to collect yourself before him.
Brown orbs stares at the back of your head, arms wanted to reach out and comfort you like he did before. Jace never meant to make you feel like this nor that he hates the idea of being with you, romantically. The one things he could never truly show was weakness and when he heard youâd be his, thatâs all he felt. Knowing that his enemies would target you. That if you were in trouble you and hurt? It would be his fault.
âSeven hells,â he whispered and tugged at the skin own lips. âForgive me, for being a jest. I never thought about how you would feel.â straightening yourself and whipped off the tears from your cheeks, you keep your eyes on the wall ahead with your back still turned.
âThis betrothalâŠIt brings me joy. From a little boy I have always thought you were a beauty, wanted to fight for your attention against my brother.â the memory of his youth made him smile, âI thought that if I distance myself from youâ Youâd be safer from the dangers from the greens. I would die if something happened to you just because I love you.â
Spinning around towards him, your brows frown, âYou love me?â he nodded his head.
âI do. I have since our youth when you loved the flowers i brought you, even though you knew it was weeds, but you put them into your hair, and placed the prettiest behind my ear.â he admitted. The distant laughter filled both of your minds of that wonderful day, the same day you had also fallen for him.
âYou have a strange way of showing it.â You mocked with a growing smile. Jace was hesitant to walk closer, he was unsure if you wanted him to after everything. Your eyes drew him close, and let him get so close that you placed your hand on his chest.
âI am at a threat with or without our marriage, let us face the dangers together. I donât want either of us to be alone.â taking his heated cheek into your palm, you looked into his eyeâs wishful for him never to pull away. The touch was simple, but it had him caving underneath you and wanted more. Licking his lips he stared at yours, hoping you would give him the consent to close the gap between the both of you. One small agreement of a nod he was pressing his lips against yours, his hands resting themselves onto your hips. First kisses are soft, gentle but he was passionate and a little edger to finally get his wish. His hold on you tightened protectively as if someone was threatening you in the moment.
Pulling away from the kiss, both your mouthes covered in wetness, and cheeks heated with hormones. âAre you sure cregan hasnât declared anything for you? Heâd be a fool if not-â you took his lips onto yours to shut him up and his playful jealousy.
A dragon protects what is theirs, and as his future queen consort, he was nothing if not overprotective over you.
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CAUSE YOU WERENâT MINE TO LOSE
pairings. james potter x fem!reader.
summary. every year james went away to hogwarts while you went to a different wizard school, but every summer it was you two. until he brought home a girl.
summer was finally here, you were back home and the air was crisp, the warmth was just right. one thing was different but you didnât know it yet. your mother yelled for you to remember dinner with the potterâs, which of course you already knew.
getting in the shower washing off the smell of your school and getting ready quickly since you arrived home later than usually. your mom yelled for you from downstairs, you groaned as you looked for clothes in your closet since, most were still in your bags.
once you did, you quickly changed and made your way downstairs.
âtook you long.â your father said in a joking tone, you smiled at him following your mom out the door and across the street. since the two of your families knew each other since before you were born, your mother walked into the house without knocking. she held a bouquet of flowers as she yelled for euphemia making her yell back where she was in the living room. there was more commotion then usual making you confused.
the three of you made your way into the room where many people were sitted, you noticed sirius, remus, and peter sitting on the floor. then you noticed james sitting beside a red head, very close causing a pit in your stomach to form. more girls sitting around the floor.
usually, when sirius saw you he would hug you but he didnât which made you even more nervous.
âiâve met these boyâs but whose this lovely girl?â your mom questions looking at the girl, at her words you look towards james who was now avoiding looking into your eyes, usually when you walked into the door he jumped right up and hugged you.
your eyes snapped away when the redhead began to speak, âiâm lily, lovely to meet you!â she looked at all of you, you tried your best to smile but it wasnât true. sirius was staring at you, the two of you became very close so you told him about you and james, he now regrets not sending you a letter at the true heartbreak on your face. he knew he shouldâve but he was so torn between the two of you.
euphemia always went all out with the get togethers, but today was different. all of jamesâ friends were here, even lilyâs since this year they had become a full group now that the two groups had come together because lily and james were dating.
she called everyone to follow her into the backyard where a long table was sitting in the grass, decorations all over the table. you follow your parents, usually sitting by james and the others but it was different. you watched as all of his friends fell into a group sitting by each other, even sitting far away from one another they were still having conversations.
this was the first time you felt out of place at the potters.
lunch went by slow for you, it felt like hours had passed but only one had. finally, everyone dispersed, your mother and father kissed your head as they followed the other parents, you quickly walked away towards the field in their backyard full of flowers where you and james had spent times together.
your throat had suddenly felt tight and an all too well feeling in your eyes, luckily everyone was too focused on whatever to come to you so letting the tears fall you took a deep breath with your eyes closed, head tilting back just a little to feel the summer breeze hit your rosy cheeks.
too focused on your thoughts, you didnât hear the footsteps approaching. you quietly gasped seeing someone from the corner of your eye, scared that it was james but relieved to see sirius. he sadly smiled at you.
âwhen?â you simply questioned, he knew. âbeginning of this year, she started to like him after years of him chasing after her.â he explained, your eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.
you let out a scoff with a little laugh, âchasing after her?â sirius winced, he was so beyond fucked, james never spoke about lily when he was on break because he was so focused on you.
feeling the sun peak through your curtains you opened your eyes fully opened, you smiled seeing james sleeping, he was snoring softly. he was beyond beautiful at any time of the day. you brought a hand to his face softly brushing the curls off of his face. he hummed in content at the feeling of your hands.
âmorning,â he groggily spoke, you absolutely melted at his morning voice. âmorning.â you replied. the sheets were tangled in between you as he tightened his hands around your waist bringing you closer to him, in-fact bringing you to lay on top of him. you lightly laughed as he kissed your neck.
âall these years he came home on break, sneaking out of his own house to come into my room. he went back to school and chased her?â gods, you wanted to hate her but she was everything, she was sweet and beautiful. he wanted to hug you hearing your voice crack as you spoke.
you laughed at yourself, cancelling so many plans your friends had invited to you over breaks for him, stupid james potter.
letting out a breath as you wiped the tears off your cheeks, âiâm so stupid.â you muttered, sirius heard you making him sigh. you turned around and began to walk away. he called your name as he followed you around the house, you did not want to face your parents or his. sirius calling your name caught everyoneâs attention. they all watched as sirius followed you, disappearing around the house. james quickly followed leaving everyone making lily confused, leaving everyone confused on what happened.
sirius heard james so he stopped and let him follow you out of the yard.
he continued to call your name but you continued to walk away from him, he finally caught up to you grabbing your wrist.
âbabyââ
âdo not call me that!â you yelled at him yanking your wrist from his grip, âyou do not get to call me that anymore.â the tears kept falling, there was no stopping that. james had tears in his eyes, it was a mess.
âplease, just listen to me.â he begged, you scoffed. âno you listen to me, you chased after her for years!â realization struck him, sirius slipped and told you.
âyou- what the hell was i too you, james?â desperation filled your voice, âi love you! anâ and. god!â you groaned turning your head away. âi was never yours, but you were mine. all the time. while i was away, i was yoursâ writing to you, thinking about you, calling you, everything! while you were chasing her!â your voice rose in anger.
james had finally let the tears fall, he never knew it would ever come to this. you guys had been best friends since birth, literally. two weeks after you were born, he was. sharing birthdays growing up because the two of you wanted to share it. then he fell in love with you, and you fell in love with him.
now everything was crushed, your friendship and your relationship, he was losing youâ he could see it in your eyes.
âi am so stupid.â whispering to yourself, again. luckily he didnât hear you.
âjust, enjoy your friends, james.â you spoke quietly as you turned away and james was so heartbroken he let you walk away, he watched you walk up the stairs to your porch and disappear into your home.
you immediately walked up your stairs and fell onto your bed, sobbing. not even ten minutes had passed when your mother realized you were gone, and she went back home to find you. she walked up the stairs quickly seeing your door open and the sounds of your sobs, her shoulders sunk seeing her daughter like this.
âsweetie.â she whispered sitting on your bed putting her hand on your shoulder.
âi thought he loved me back.â you spoke between sobs, you knew she knew because she was your mom. even though you didnât tell her this one thing, she knew. the nights he snuck into your room or watching the two of you from the potters kitchen window.
âoh, my sweet girl.â she slid her shoes off and wrapped her arms around you letting you cry. soon enough, your father came home sensing something was wrong when his wife didnât come home, he saw the two of you but let you be.
almost an hour had pass when the tears stopped, your mom wiped your cheeks and kissed it. âgo take a warm bath and iâll cook your favorite dinner.â she smiled as her hands were on your face, nodding softly the two of you got off of your bed.
later that night, you laid in your bed thinking.
james was never yours to lose.
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never lose me | 2
Terry richmond x black fem! reader
summary:Â Terry takes you out on a date and, afterward, makes passionate love to you.
warning: explicit smut (18+), fluff, oral (f), unprotected sex, sweet talking, creampie, slight daddy kink, foreplay, pet names (baby girl, baby, etc.)
note:Â thank you all for the incredible love you've shown for the first part. There are a lot more Terry fanfics on the way. đđ
part two of ( never lose me )
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It was date night with Terry, and this date was supposedly going to be different from your previous dates, which were pretty low-key but fun.
You were checking yourself out in the mirror, admiring how the satin backless dress hugged your body in all the right places and beautifully color complemented your lovely brown skin.
A soft knock echoed through the hallway; quickly, you brushed a few stray curls away from your face before you hurried to the door and eagerly swung it open.
You were met with the sight of Terry, who stood tall and imposing. He wore a short-sleeved, black button-up shirt, black pants, and dress shoes.
Both of you let out a synchronized "Damn!" as eyes roamed from each other's heads to toes, resulting in a burst of shared laughter.
"Baby girl," Terry's deep voice was passionate as he entered your apartment.
"You look stunning in that dress," Terry expressed with a charming grin, gently placing his hand on your hip.
The warmth of his compliments never failed to bring a wide, lovesick smile to your face. Oh, the effect this man has on you.
"Thank you, Terry. You look mighty fine," you said, touching his shirt and admiring his handsome appearance.
With a confident grin, he replied, "Well, they don't call me playa, playa for nothing" while popping his collar.
You rolled your eyes and playfully hit him on the chest which made him chuckle.
"I'm just playing. Thanks, baby...Oh, shit, I almost forgot, these are for you," he revealed, presenting a bouquet of your favorite flowers from behind his back.
You took the bouquet of flowers with a genuine smile illuminating your face. Reflecting on your past relationships, you realize this was the first time anyone had given you flowers.
"Aww, Terry, thank you. They're absolutely gorgeous," You gently rose up on your tiptoes, leaning in to give him a quick, sweet peck on the lips.
After placing the flowers in a vase with water, you grabbed your purse and keys and left your apartment together.
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"SoâŠwhere are you taking me tonight, handsome?" You inquired, observing him start the car before turning to look at you.
"You'll find out soon, baby. Be patient," he replied, flashing that charming smile that always made your heart flutter.
You gasped when you arrived at your all-time favorite jazz club. It offered delicious food, a live jazz band, and a dance floor.Â
You used to sing here every friday night with the live band, and Terry would always come and support you; sadly, your dreams of becoming a singer never came true.
It had been a while since you last visited. You turned to Terry in surprise; he simply smiled and held your hand as you entered.
A rush of memories flooded back; this place was like a forgotten dream from the past.Â
The serene ambiance, the captivating live music, and the sight of people dancing felt like magic rekindled.
You both settled at a candlelit table, ordered some wine, and savored the moment until the waitress approached to take an order.
"I think I'll go for the grilled chicken with rice," You mentioned, browsing the menu as she jotted it down, then turned to Terry.
"I'll have the steak with mashed potatoes and broccoli," He announced, returning the menu to the waitress.
"Great, I'll get the orders in right away," She said with a slight smile, and you both expressed gratitude as she walked off.
With confidence, he said, "I know, I know. I did the damn thang, huh?" and you couldn't help but laugh as you placed your hand on his.
"You did, Terry. Thank you, baby." You expressed your joy with a warm smile.
"Good! Cause all I ever wanted is to bring happiness to your life and see your beautiful smile," he said sincerely.
You gently assured Terry, caressing his cheek as he looked at you with deep love and sweetness, "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy."
"I know, baby girl," he murmured, gently pressing his lips against your hand, eliciting an even brighter smile from you.
You never thought you would see Terry's romantic side, but you were happy you did. He was so gentle and sweet; you only knew his tough and rough side.
The waiter brought the steaming, flavorful dishes to the table. As you two savored each bite, engaged in lively conversation, discussing everything and anything.
The live band began to play a cherished, familiar tune that resonated deeply with you. Observing your delight in the soft melody, Terry realized it was the perfect moment for a dance.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked, a warm smile on his face. He gracefully stood up and extended his hand towards you, inviting you to join him on the dance floor.
With a smile, you replied, "Yeah," as you placed your hand in his. He tenderly kissed your hand before guiding you to the dance floor.
Terry's warm hands rested gently on your waist as your hands were on his broad, steady shoulders.
The two of you swayed in perfect harmony with the music, completely absorbed in each other's eyes.
In that magical moment, it felt as though a captivating energy enveloped the two of you.
Transporting you both into a world where it was just two of you, dancing in a blissful cloud of love.
You never imagined experiencing love like this; for the past weeks, Terry made you feel incredibly loved and cherished.
You fell even more deeply in love with him with this entirely new and captivating side of him.
With a graceful movement, Terry spun you around and drew you close, planting a passionate and tender kiss on your lips.
You both savored a passionate minute of kissing, lost in the moment before reluctantly drawing back to catch your breath.
You gazed at him with so much love and desire, while his gaze reciprocated the same feelings.
Terry's voice was tender as he asked, "Does my baby need me?" He gently rested his hand on your cheek, his touch as soft as a whisper.
He possessed an intimate understanding of you; not a single word needed to be spoken.
âMmm, come on, baby girl. Tell me what you need.â He whispered so profoundly and sensually. Â
âYes, I need youâŠTerry,â You whispered desperately, your fingers gripping his shoulder ferociously as if your life depended on it.
"Okay, baby," he grinned, his warm hand enveloping yours as you both strolled back to your table to pay the bill.
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The drive back to your apartment felt like an eternity, and as you sat in the car, a wave of overwhelming lust made it seem like you were on the brink of losing your mind.
Terry wasn't help with stroking your leg. His touch was delicate, yet it had the power to get your panties soaked.
He was fully aware of his impact on you and wielded that knowledge precisely.
You were first to enter your apartment, the familiar scent enveloping you. The door clicks shut behind you, and before you can react, Terry presses you firmly against the wall.
A moan escapes your lips as his tender kisses trace a path along your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
You both moved across the room to your bedroom and slowly shed each other's clothes.
âTerryâŠI need you.â You let out a gentle moan, slowly pulled away from the tender kiss, and then started to softly stroke his dick, but he stopped you.Â
âShh, I got you, babyâsuch a needy little thang," he says with a chuckle before continuing to talk.
"Iâm going to eat that pussy first and then going to make love to you,â He spoke, carefully lowering you onto the soft bed.
Terry took his precious time, though. He began trailing a path of soft, tender kisses to your neck all down to your stomach, hands grasping your tits for a second.
You were so eager for more that Terry found it amusing how you couldn't hide your impatience and irritation.
Terry let out a deep chuckle as he shifted slightly to get a better view of the adorable little pout on your face.
"It's not funny, Daddy. I need you so bad; please stop teasing," You said, feeling like you were about to cry.
"How much do you need me, baby?" He asked, deeply kissing your inner thigh.
"So much, Daddy. I need you; I need you to eat my pussy, please," You begged.
"Mmmm, so wet and needy for Daddy. I'm giving you what you need, baby" he said, watching him spread your legs out a little wider before diving into you.
You gasped, placing your hand on the top of his head while the other was gripping the sheets. His tongue was magically sliding through your wet folds, swirling around your clit.
âTerry,â you whimper his name, and eyes roll in the back of your head, hitching your hips up an inch to get a little bit more.
Terry let out a little muffled growl, gripping your legs to rock your hips against his face, soaking his nose and mouth.
âSo feels good,â You cried in pleasure, which was always music to his ears.Â
He loved hearing how he made you feel good and the pleasure he gave you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head again when you felt his tongue hit an excellent sweet spot.Â
âMmm, you taste so good, baby.â He declares so deeply, voice sending shanks down your spine to your dripping cunt.
Terry dives back in, tongue dipping in and out of your hole at an unforgiving pace.
âYes, yes, just like that daddy.â You moaned, feeling him begin to finger you while continuing to suck the soul out of you.Â
He lifted a finger to your mouth, and you quickly sucked your juice on his finger, moaning, loving every minute of that.Â
âFuck...thatâs my good girl,â He said with a little moan, pulling his finger out of your mouth, which made you whine.
He diving his tongue in and out of your pussy. Your legs began shaking and tense.
The dirty sounds of wet slurping mixed with the squelching of his fingers were...
âIâm so close, TerryâŠcan I cum, please?â you whimpered, voice wavering more and more.
âCum for me, baby,â he ordered, lips detaching as his fingers pressed hard and deep against that sweet spot.
You cried out his name, shaking from the great release. You lay there panting heavily, trying to get yourself together.Â
Terry began kissing up your body to your lips, and you moaned, tasting your sweetness on his tongue.Â
"You good, baby?" His voice barely above a whisper, he gently caresses your face, locking eyes with yours in a tender gaze.
"Shit...yeah!" You manage to say the words with a little chuckle. He responds with a grin, leaning in to plant another tender kiss on your lips.
Terry pulls away for a second to grasp his big, erect dick to fill you up perfectly. He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him tight.
He leaned his forehead against your forehead, pulling out a little bit before thrusting back in, which made you gasp.
You were both in love, lost in the intensity of each other 's eyes as you began this passionate lovemaking.Â
His thrusts were slowly and gently, the moans between you two were soft, and the holding of each other was so tight.Â
"Shit," Terry groans deeply, throwing his face into your neck for a second before moving back up to fasten the pace a little bit.Â
You loved feeling every inch of his dick slowly moving in and out of you. You may be a rough kind of girl, but this slow, gentleness was doing many things for you.
âAhâŠyou're so beautiful, baby. My girl, you're my girl, right baby?.â Terry gently asked while tenderly placing a kiss on your neck.
 âYes, Iâm your girl, Daddy,â you whispered, looking deeply into his beautiful eyes.Â
Terry's strong arms effortlessly lift you, cradling you securely as you instinctively wrap one arm around his broad shoulders.
"Fuck, I love you baby." He moans, leaning his forehead against yours, thrusting up a little faster, setting a steady rhythm.Â
"AhâŠTerryâŠ.I love you, I love so fucking much," You moaned, feeling your pussy clenching around his dick.Â
Terry pushed a few curls out of your face before kissing you, gripping your waist tighter.Â
You pulled away with a moan, feeling yourself getting ready to cum. Terry immediately could tell by the expression on your face.
"Cum baby. I'm right there with you," He whispers in your ear, which is all you need to go over the edge.
"TERRY!" You cried his name, orgasming intensely. He moaned with a firm grip, seizing the back of your neck while shooting his load inside you.
The two of you remained in that position for a brief moment until Terry gently guided you down to the soft pillows before slowly pulling out of you.Â
"Damn, look at that" He smirks proudly, glancing down at his cum dripping out of your pussy.Â
Your intense high begins to fade while Terry goes to get a soft washcloth to clean you up.
The two of you settle into a warm cuddle now, and you nestle your head and hand against his chest.
His strong arms wrapped around you, as his hands tenderly caressed your arms.
Both of you were filled with happiness and satisfaction, basking in the afterglow of a deeply fulfilling moment.
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â đđđđđ â ( á° )
â eijiro kirishima
đđđđđđđđ ïŸ fluff. petnames ( baby ). brief mention of children. kiri who would do anything for you !! <3
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kirishima who is just so eager to do absolutely anything to see that sweet, honey coated smile on your face.
heâs eager to unbuckle the strap of your heels and take them off slowly, and eager to bend down on one knee to tie your shoe laces without so much as a second thought.
eager to buy that one thing you couldnât stop staring at in the store, rushing to buy it without you noticing, and eager to package it nicely and leave it on your bed as a surprise.
eager to invite you on a date he knows youâll truly enjoy to the fullest, and eager to feed you your favorite foods until you canât take another bite.
anything, everything that you want, kirishima has vowed to make sure you get. he canât call himself a man if he canât even give you the simplest things. no, thatâd be just plain stupid. he wants to see your eyes light up, your lips curved, and your teeth shining in what he knows is true happiness, better yet, happiness that he was able to provide for you.
â your back hurts ? do you want a massage, baby ? â
heâs rubbing away at the tension in your muscles with calloused hands and a strong grip before you can even give him an answer.
â for you, sweet thing. â heâll say, casually handing you the biggest, most extravagant bouquet of your favorite flowers that he could possibly find. his reasoning ?
â it wouldnât be manly of me to not buy my beautiful girl flowers, would it ? â
when you tell him what youâd like for your future, your wedding dress, how you want your home to look, how many children youâd wish to have, heâs making a mental note, ink bold in the fine lines of his mind.
and when your older, you better believe heâs made your wishes come true. heâs slipped a ring on your finger, not too fancy, just how you wanted. your dreams of a white picket fence and a wrap around porch, your yearning of two children, daughters, that run around in your front yard, giggling in the damp clovered grass, are all a true reality because kirishima promised to make it happen for you.
thatâs who he is. he wants to give, give, give until you believe youâve run him dry, and even then he knows you havenât, and you never could.
because kirishima is, and always will be just so eager.
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[TANGERINE DREAMS]
summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemondâs life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaenaâs childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl whoâs always been in his life make a home in his heart.
Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity
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warnings: angst & fluff! English isnât my first language<3
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Chapter 1: runaway bride
He shouldnât be stressed, should he?Â
Everything is in the right place; groomsmen are standing behind him while fixing each otherâs coats and reassuring him, bridesmaids are in front of him as they talk and giggle, the guests are whispering and the priest is tapping his fingers on his watch.
Alys is a few minutes late, but itâs just a few minutes, thereâs nothing to worry about. Aemond knows she must be even more stressed than he is. Itâs their big day after all and naturally, the bride is the more anxious one. Surely thatâs true, right? But why are his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his coat uncontrollably, why is rocking on the ball of his feet? He canât be that nervous.
He looks around, finding his mum biting her nails. She searches around the room, looking for someone, anyone, to come and tell her about her bride-to-beâs whereabouts. His eye finds Helaena, watching as she caresses the flower petals before meeting his gaze, smiling broadly at him. He smiles back, but it doesnât reach his eyes to convince her heâs doing alright. He is alright, just a tad bit too stressed for everyoneâs liking, especially Helaena who can sense his nerves buzzing with excitement and fear.Â
The church Alicent chose for his wedding has been used by Targaryens for years and passed on for generations. The walls covered in royalty tapestries of mythical Valyrian gods have seen many weddings and unions, and now, they will see his wedding.
He sighs, wanting to run his fingers through his hair but remembering his hair is in a low bun and his Mum would kill him if he ruined his perfectly done hair. He sighs again, looking up at the ceiling, his brow furrowing in worry.
What is taking her so long? She should have been here ten minutes ago.
Aemond turns around and looks at Daeron, their eyes meeting for a brief second before his younger brother nods and walks to the corner of the hall before slipping out the door without any hesitation.Â
âDonât worry, brother, sheâll come around,â Aegon says, his breath stinking with the three glasses of champagne heâs had from the bar in the garden attached to the church grounds, where they will host the party.
âThis isnât another simple date she can be late to. This is our wedding, Aegon!â He exhales shakily, his voice barely above whispering.
He knows he is right, even Aegon knows he is right, but there is little they both can do. They need to wait for her to show up eventually. She will, wonât she? Of course she will, it was Alys who was too eager to marry, start a family, and take a step towards their shared dreams. She reassured him of his hesitation, and he agreed to do this with a heart full of love.
âSir,â the priest calls him, âIâm needed for another ceremony in about an hour and the ride there will take a longââ
âShe will come,â Aemondâs response is more of a reassurance to him than the priest, âyou must have seen this more than us, Sir, the bride always shows up.â
âYes, yes, my apologies,â the man nods his head, going back to do whatever he was doing before.Â
With every second that passes and Alys doesnât show up he grows more restless, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. Aemond is a closed-up person, not really used to showing his feelings and emotions outwardly, but now, he is tapping his foot on the ground while his eye swipes at the guests, finding his half-sisterâs family behind his Mum â he averts his eye quickly. The last thing he needs is to get furious over his sisterâs goblins.
âWhat is taking her so long?â He hears someone say from the guests, even their stupid gossip is not enough to distract them from how late the bride is. He is growing desperate at this point, the muscles in his shin are growing tired with how fast he is tapping his foot on the floor, his fingers can no longer fidget with his coat instead his nails are digging into his sweaty palm.
Please, please, Alys, just open this door⊠He thinks to himself before spotting Daeron sneaking inside the hall with you on your toe. He watches as the two of you make your way toward Helaena, whispering something in her ear before she and Daeron leap out of the hall in a second, catching everyoneâs attention.
The hall grows noisier, and the hushed whispers turn into loud accusations and questions; âWhere is the bride?â
âI have always known she was problematic!âÂ
âEight years older? How scandalous!â
âHow did Viserys Targaryen let his son marry her?â
âI have heard she has quite the reputation with men, always after their moneyââ
Now his hands are shaking, he hides them by locking them behind his back before he looks in front of him, trying to mask out the noise. Aemond catches your eye, watching as you give him a reassuring smile before taking slow steps towards him.
âHey you.â
âHeyâŠâ he replies as best as he can without his voice breaking, âyou look beautiful.â
âSo do you, little nerd!â You reach to fix his bowtie, trying to calm him down a bit, ânot so little though, right? Youâre getting married before me!â
âYeah, Iâm younger and I beat you to it,â he chuckles a little, silently thanking you for keeping a leash on his nerves.
Itâs always been like this since the two of you remember. Growing up close to the Targaryens as Helaenaâs kindergarten friend until now, you have grown to know each of the siblings like the back of your hand, especially Aemond who was a constant presence in your games with Helaena since he could walk â sometimes it feels like you are his best friend and not Helaenaâs with how attentive you are to him. As much as he wishes for that to be true, he knows the bond you share with his sister is something so precious and special that no one can break it.
âJust so you wait, Aemond, you wonât be invited to my wedding when the time comes!â You tease him, trying to lighten his mood, reaching to fix a few strands of hair that have fallen out of his bun.
âThatâs not fairââ
Everyone falls silent when the door is pushed open, revealing a heaving Daeron and a very anxious Helaena. You both turn around to look at the siblings, meeting them halfway with Aegon following you closely.Â
âWeâŠâ Helaena starts, but she canât talk. Something bad must have happened for her to be so speechless.
âWhat?â You ask gently, resting your hand on her shoulders in hopes of trying to get her to talk.
âWe found Alys,â Daeron looks at Aemond with an unreadable expression, âbut sheâŠâ
âSpit it out for fuck sake!â Aegon whispers through gritted teeth, his hand shoved in his pockets as he waits for Daeron to finish his sentence.
âShe doesnât want to get married,â Helaena blurts out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looks at Aemond with sad sympathetic eyes.
âHel, this is insane. Did she say it herselfââ you say, frowning slightly.
âCriston is holding her back from running away. Thereâs a car parked outside, I thinkââ
Aemond canât listen to these words anymore, so he pushes past his siblings and you, jogging out of the church towards the attached garden, finding Cole and Alys tangled in a messy fight as she tries to escape from his grasp.
âAlys!â He yells her name, making the couple freeze, but in a second, she knees Cole in his stomach and runs past him, her long white dress drags across the grass as she bolts out of the gates too fast for Aemond to be able to catch up, and once he does, he watches the car leave.
The noises around him vanish, and all he can hear is the thumping of his pulse in his ears, and the sharp breaths he takes. The world around him seems to disappear, and his good eye follows the path the car is taking, his fingers are tingling, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tries to regain his grip on himself.
He sighs, finally his senses coming back as he looks around him, finding you, his Mum, and his siblings running towards him. Aemond doesnât wish to talk to anyone, he wants to stay invisible, for the world to swallow him whole and keep him away from the humiliation that is about to be unleashed on him.
âDarlingââ
âAemondââ
The group reaches him, Alicent cups his face in her warm hands as she looks at him with tears stinging her eyes. Aemond can see how devastated she is about him, how she desperately wants to say something and ease his pain but the words are lost in the air when she opens her mouth to utter them.
He reaches and holds her wrists gently, pressing her palms against his cheeks as they silently communicate their emotions â no words need to be said, they understand, Alicent understands his pain, and he knows that she would take it away if she could.
âWe should tell the guests,â Aemond says before letting go of his Mumâs hands, striding past his siblings and you towards the salon attached to the church, finding many of the guests already there â his half-sister and her kids with a few other relatives.
He knows they are waiting to hear more of this mess just to taunt him and make his day worse. Everyone knows they are looking for one mistake from him and his family to ruin their reputation, and now, with Aemond Targaryenâs runaway bride, they must be ecstatic.
âWhat happened, nephew? We thought we were invited for a traditional wedding, but all we see is a lonely groomââ
The glare Aemond gives his uncle and nephews is enough for them to shut up. He tries to put up a strong front, head held high and hands folded behind his back, but if you squint you can see how his resolve is crumbling with each second that he spends in their presence.
He decides not to give in to their silly games and walks towards the bar before he snatches the pack of cigarettes on the stool, leaving the room without saying a word. His mind is foggy as he tries to walk past everyone, he is handling many things at the same time but the bitter and heavy feeling in his chest crushes his strength to process it.
The sound of chatter and gossip fades away as he walks through the back garden of the church; a few little benches and a fountain in the corner hidden from the eyes of the guests with a wisteria tree.
This area could have made a romantic core memory for Aemond and Alys if only things had gone differentlyâŠ
With a deep sigh, he sits on the ground, his back against the fountain as he fiddles with his bow tie, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, his coat falling on the ground next to him. He opens the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out before he reaches in his pants for a lighter â something he is sure youâd scold him for as you always do, teasing him lightheartedly about his obsession with lighters.
When he inhales the smoke, his mind gets clearer, and he can think a little better, but he is not sure if he would really like to do so. His ex-fiancé left him just a few minutes ago, and his mind fills with dreadful thoughts.
Was it him?
Was he too young for her? Too immature?
Did she change her mind because she loved someone else?
Was he too strict and selfish?
Was it really him who brought this on himself? On his family?
He blows out the smoke, resting his elbow on his knee as he reaches to untie his bun, his hair falling freely around his shoulders while the droplets of water land on the soft silver strands from the fountain.
It is the beginning of the summer, the spring chill of the weather is replaced with an increasing heat, the birds chipper and he can see the peachy hue of sunset in the sky from between the leaves of the tree.
He feels numb, a dull ache in his chest blooming as the reality hits him. Aemond takes another drag of his cigarette, throwing his head back, and letting his hair fall inside the water fountain. He sniffs, closing his eye to keep his tears from flowing down, the storm of his thoughts wrecking his mind once again.
He loves her, she was his everything from the start â his first kiss, first girlfriend, first fight. Alys was his everything, and now, she is nothing but a memory, a memory he wishes to wipe away quickly.Â
How can you claim to love someone and leave them without any remorse?Â
There is guilt and sadness, but mostly itâs the doubt and self-hatred that makes him want to sob. Many questions are swirling in his head about how he is the reason she has left. Maybe she was right about leaving him, no one would like to be the wife of a man who deals with heavy pain daily.
He takes another drag, relishing in the feeling of the soft evening breeze that kisses his heated skin, cooling him down a little. The smell of smoke grounds him in this world, making him forget about the mess that is probably happening in the church. He is sure his siblings and Mum are trying their best to talk to Alysâ relatives and other guests, explaining the situation in a hurry.
âYour suite must have cost thousands,â you say casually, announcing your presence as you walk with your long dress in hand, careful with how uneasy your heels feel on the soft grass, making your way to where he is sitting.
âNothing compared to the decorations she ordered,â he scoffs, putting out his cigarette on the edge of the stone of the fountain before he straightens his neck and looks at you.
âYeah, I saw them,â you sigh, fisting your skirt before sitting next to him, shoulders touching subtly, âshe has a very⊠interesting taste. Whoâd thought a lawyer would be into witchcraft?â
âShe likes things no one can understand,â he says, gazing up at the wisteria tree, âI also paid for the dress you are getting wet grass stains onââ
âThat was irrelevant because Hel bought it for me! She knew how much of an ass youâd be about it,â you chuckle a little, watching as a ghost of a smile finds its way to his face before it falters and his eye drops to the grass, the smile no longer visible.
âYeah, maybe thatâs why Alys left,â he scoffs in disbelief again, shaking his head a little as he thinks of every bad trait he has, considering all of them could be the reason she decided she was better off without him.
âHer loss,â you say softly, âyou are too funny, little nerd, even for someone who can be a stuck-up ass sometimes.â
âYou are lucky my sister loved you enough to keep you around because Iâd get rid of you the second I could,â he mumbles, huffing out a small laugh when you punch his biceps playfully.
âThatâs not nice, Aemond!â You laugh together, rubbing the place where you hit him, âYou love me too, thatâs why you will never get tired of me,â saying this, you can see his shoulder tensing â love, what a weird word to use.Â
Does he love you? Does he even love anyone?
Maybe he does, but it wasnât enough to keep his fiance with him.
Maybe his love was too much for Alys to bear.
âHow did you find me?â He asks, his voice hoarse and thick, âI was trying to be invisible.â
âGive me thatââ you grab the pack of cigarettes from him, pulling one out and waiting for Aemond to light it for you. You inhale a puff, handing it back to him before looking up at the sky, âdo you remember when youâd steal my books and go into your old stables to read?â
âI do, no one could find me,â he takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke before he talks, âbut you did.â
âI believed you would do it because you wanted someone to look for you,â you look at him with soft eyes, âand I always did. Your siblings had no idea where you would go, but I knew you like the back of my hand. Or maybe I just wanted my book back!â
He matches your smile, but you can see the pain in his eye, this is not a time to beat around the bush. He wishes to let it out â whatever it is. Perhaps itâs anger, frustration, betrayal, maybe itâs his ultimate desire to vanish into thin air to save himself from the press and humiliation that heâll be going through.
âWhat did I do wrong?â He asks, and you must be able to see the agony he is in, he is in grave distress, and the cloud of doubt is causing a tornado in his head that will kill the remaining of his confidence, âdid I not give her enough love, show her how much I wanted her?â
âYou gave her your heart, something you would never do for someone you didnât like,â you reach and squeeze his shoulder, âyou did your best, gave her your everything. We all saw how devoted you were, it is not your fault.â
âThen why? Why?!â He asks desperately, looking at you with his wide teary eye, the ocean blue orb staring into your soul with need, âI thought I was everything she wanted, she said it herselfââ he looks away before he can cry, throwing his head back to stop the tears from falling, putting the cigarette between his thin lips.
âYou are more than enough, Aemondââ
âShe wasnât worth it, was she?â He cuts you off, âshe took me for granted,â he sounds so little, so fragile, and he feels so.
âYou loved her! Iâm sure, Aemond, that your love for her was so beautiful and precious, it was Alys who couldnât be better.â
âShe was the one who wanted to get married as soon as possibleâŠâ he whispers, closing his eye as he talks with the cigarette between his lips, âeven Aegon made fun of me for not saying no to her, he said I needed to grow up and not give in to her whims.â
âAegon is a little shit, he canât even keep one girl in a one-month relationship. He should be the last person on earth to get advice from,â You nudge his shoulder, grab the cigarette, and pull it away from his lips, âloving your partner is not a crime. So what? You liked spoiling her, did you not?â
âYeah, I didâŠâ he says, looking back down at his fingers rubbing over the fabric of his pants, âAlys used to tell me I was a kid too, that I needed to grow up or else I wouldnât be a good husband.â
âOh, AemondâŠâ
He averts his gaze towards you, tears brimming in his eye, âI did everything I could,â he is helpless, the gut-wrenching feeling is eating him alive.
âDonât bottle it up, little nerd,â you reach and push a few strands of his hair behind his ear, âyou can cry, Iâm here.â
And he does; he rests his head on your shoulder and starts sobbing quietly, tears falling on his scarred cheek.
âIâm here,â you whisper, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, making him feel safe enough to pour his emotions out.
Aemond has been avoiding the situation as best as he can; ignoring his grandfatherâs calls, not leaving the house for a few weeks, and trying to get a hold on his life again.
All his efforts are in vain.
He still lives in the same apartment in Rosby he and Alys bought a few months ago, their photos and pictures hanging on the walls, the bed they used to sleep on together, their bathroom, their kitchen â everything feels like an old movie reel, a twilight zone he doesnât know if he likes to leave or embrace and drown in it.
Aemond has been keeping contact with his siblings throughout the past week, refusing their help to come and live with him for a while, saying he wanted some time alone to figure out what he wished to do from then on.
The media is filled with pictures of him standing outside the garden catching the car speeding away â how the paparazzi get there? No one knows but the fingers are pointed at his half-sister and uncle. The pictures are all over the news and the internet, mainly using his Targaryen name to drag him into the dirt.
He plops down on the couch, unlocking his phone only to be greeted with thousands of texts from his Mum and Daeron, begging him to come home and stay the summer with them in Targaryen residency. Itâs not an idea he hasnât entertained before, in fact, he would like to go back home and take some time off for himself. So he texts Alicent and tells her heâll move in with them for a while until he is better and ready to come back to this forsaken apartment.
He starts packing a few hours later, dirty clothes thrown into the washing machine while he sits on the floor with a huge suitcase ready to be filled. Suddenly his phone starts ringing, startling him greatly. He reaches for the phone on the bed, looking at the screen to see whoâs calling him. You. Your name lights up his phone, making him smile a little, thinking probably the word has spread like wildfire.
âHey,â
âHey yourself, little nerd!â You say enthusiastically, âheard you wanna move back into your Mumâs place.â
âHmm, yeah,â he sighs, securing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he talks to you, âa change would be nice, especially for the summer.â
âThen youâre in luck!â You reply, âHel asked me to come and spend the summer at the mansion too!â he chuckles when he hears you groaning over who knows what before continuing, âAnyway, Iâll come to your place whenever you want so I can help you pack whatever youâd like to take there and then drive to Kingâs Landing.â
âSounds great, I really appreciate the offer,â he agrees, grabbing the phone as soon as the washing machine stops, âIâd like it if you could take some time and come here tomorrow?â
âOf course, just send me the location, alright? The sooner we pack, the sooner we can have some of Aegonâs magnificent cocktails!â
âUrgh, that loser will be home too?â He feigns a groan, breaking character when he hears your snort.
âStop being mean to him, he makes the best Sex on the Beach!â You both chuckle, knowing you are right, Aegon does make the best cocktails known to humankind, âWeâll have fun there, and Iâve missed Vhagar so much!â
âI missed her too,â Aemond says fondly, âthank you again for helping me out, I wouldnât have reached out if you didnât call me.â
âOh I know, thatâs why I called. You can always count on me! Anyway, Iâll come tomorrow and help you pack.â
âAlright, thank you, Iâll text you the address,â Aemond says, grabbing the basket to empty the wet clothes from the washing machine.
âSee you tomorrow, Little nerd!â
âYou should have told me you have a Chevy Camaro, I doubt we can fit anything in this little car!â you hug and greet him when he opens the door, âI brought my things too if itâs okay with you.â
âYeah, sure, the sooner we pack, the sooner we can leave!â He replies, grabbing your suitcaseâs handle, and leading you inside his apartment, âDonât worry, my car has carried much larger things. This is nothing.â
âWhatever you say! Nowâ woah, you are packed already?â You look around the room, a few boxes neatly put on top of each other and labeled, one backpack and another half-filled suitcase on the floor.
âI just need some help with my clothes and whether I shouldâŠâ he points at the framed photos on the walls, photos of him and Alys, âthrow them out or send them to her with her belongings.â
âWell, I think you should give it some time before you do something you might regret,â you squeeze his shoulder lightly, âit seems we can go tonight, right? You donât have many things left to pack.â
âYeah, just a few clothes! You can get the snack while I put them in the suitcaseââ
âNo, no, lemme fold your clothes! You should start putting the boxes away, Iâll get everything ready,â you pat him on the chest, walking towards his bedroom to fold his clothes for him.
He nods silently and thanks you before he grabs the boxes and leaves the apartment. You both work quickly, taking a break and having tea together, you ask about how heâs holding up, and he dismisses your questions as best as he can, not really wishing to entertain the thoughts thatâll disturb him.
âAemond, do you want to bring your books too?â You ask him, groaning as you drop the heavy box on his bed, âbecause I doubt weâll have enough space to take all of these with us to Kingâs Landing.â
âJust those that are already tucked away!â He yells from the kitchen, finishing cooking for you, âWeâll finish it after dinner, câmon.â
âOkay,â you sigh tiredly, not really expecting the packing to drag on for so long. After all, he said he only needed a few clothes, not half of his wardrobe with his expensive watches and sunglasses.
âI think we have packed enough for at least ten spontaneous parties Aegon will be throwing this summer,â you mutter, sitting behind the island in the kitchen.
âI doubt heâd let an occasion like my birthday let go so easily now that Iâm back home,â Aemond shrugs, handing you a plate, âhe mostly ignores the occasion but Iâm sure he and Mum will do something, and make a huge deal out of it. Thatâs why I need to be prepared.â
âWell, itâs the first birthday in a while that Iâm attending too so it better be something good!â You tease him, thanking him for the delicious meal.
âIt will be, or at least Mumâs plans will be great. She has Daeron as her non-assigned assistant now that Iâm gone and they make quite the duo. They always host the best gatherings together.â
âAlicent is a perfectionist, of course, sheâll be the best person to throw a birthday party for you,â you agree with him, âbut you canât deny that Aegonâs parties are always better! Heâs reckless, and the drinks are the best.â
âOnly the best for the oldest Targaryen son, right?â He sighs again, looking down at his plate, âSorry, it slipped my tongue, I shouldnât have said it.â
âItâs okay,â you reach and rub his forearm, âyouâre dealing with lots of things now, I understand, we all do.â
âI hope I donât ruin your summer with us with my stupid sappy attitude,â Aemond jokes â or at least tries to.
âSappy or not, you are my best friendâs brother, and I watched you grow up! There is nothing you can do to make my time with you miserable,â you smile at him softly, finishing your plate before you both stand up to get ready and leave, âIâll take care of the dishes, you go close your suitcase and we take whateverâs left to your car.â
Time passes quickly and you find yourself getting inside Aemondâs car later than you expected. He makes sure everything is packed and safe both in the apartment and in the trunk before he gets inside the passenger seat â he canât drive at night because of his eyesight so youâll drive to Kingâs Landing. Itâs not a long ride fortunately; four hours by car and youâll be there in no time.
Aemond, despite trying to keep up with the conversation, falls asleep halfway through the road, and you let him take a nap before you arrive there and get bombarded by questions left and right.
When you pull in front of the entrance gates, Cole is already waiting for you, ready to take your bags out and park the car even though someone else could be doing it.
âHi, Cole,â Aemond greets him with a thick voice, rubbing his sleepy eye before he gives Criston a halfway hug, patting his back.
You shut down the engine, get out of the car, and greet Cole after you hand him the remote, following Aemond in the path leading to the entrance door with a few boxes in hand as you help him take a few of his belongings inside the house.
Alicent is already waiting in front of the door anxiously, slowly rubbing her throat and neck as she waits for Aemond to reach her before she brings him in a tight embrace, not minding the sharp points of the boxes digging in her sides â just having her son with her is enough to remedy all of her pain.
âMy darling,â she tears up a little, caressing his hair and kissing his cheek, âIâm so happy you decided to come home, I missed you so much.â âI missed you too, Mother,â he pulls back a little to put the boxes down and hug her completely, resting his head on top of hers as she wraps her arms around him.
Everyone is interrupted when a series of barks echo in the house, and in a second, a huge fluffy black Chow Chow jumps on Aemond, licking his face happily. Vhagar, oh, how he missed his old lady. He chuckles and scratches behind her ears, ignoring all the stares as he reunites with her.
âBabyyyyyyy!â Helaena squeals before she runs towards you to help you with Aemondâs things, kissing you and giving you a side hug, âThank you for agreeing to come! Iâm sure weâll have lots of fun together.â
âThank you for having me, lovey!â
âIâm so thankful you helped him, darling,â Alicent pulls away from the pair nearly lying on the floor while one of them is having his face licked, her hand caressing your back as she draws you in her arms as well, âThank you for bringing home, Iâm in debt to youââ
âOh, no, it was nothing!â You look at her before giving Aemond and Vhagar a cheeky smile, âIt was the least I could do, Iâm glad I could help.â
âCome, come! You must be tired, your rooms are ready. Cole will take your bags,â she says, leading the way with Aemond who has his free arm wrapped around Daeron, and Vhagar jumps next to his feet while you and Helaena follow them.
âAegon is asleep, you know him, he has big plans for this summer, especially now that Aemond can use some distraction,â she bumps her shoulder to yours, âmeaning weâll have the time of our lives!â
âYeah,â you smile at her before looking ahead of you, catching Aemond turning around to give you a quick smile, âWhat a summer itâll be.â
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OUR LITTLE DOVE
pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray
summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you arenât.
warnings: crazy lucy n corio conspiring like evil doers, manipulation, chasing, primal play?? is that what is called idk corio enjoys hunting your ass down, kidnapping, drugging, forced into accepting a third partner?? nc touching, abuse of power (peacekeeper), power dynamics, kinda cheating (lucy n corio), guilt-trip, jealousy, threatening, self doubt and relationship problems, murder, betrayal
word count: 3.0k
a/n: lol i complain about wanting to write fluff but all my good ideas r so dark đ someone needs to give me tips on how to write girls cuz i have no experience would be easier if i was gay boooo!!
he was like a shadow, stuck to your back, always.
youâd complained to lucy numerous times that you didnât feel comfortable around him when she played at the hob, knowing heâd be there, in the crowd. âsweetie, he was my mentor. he helped me so much in the games, i wouldnât be here without him. you love me donât you? so you need to learn to love him too, heâs a good friend a mine. i love you and i gotta get to the stage baby.â she explained as she ran around getting herself and the covey ready.
you were always front row. wanting to be as close to lucy as possible. she looked especially majestic tonight with flowers in her hair. as you listened to her sing youâd managed to forget about the certain blonde peacekeeper near the back. but he hadnât forgotten about you, nor lucy.
youâd left to get a drink and youâd came back to an unfamiliar tune. you usually knew every song being played off by heart but this was new.
Everyone's born as clean as a whistle
As fresh as a daisy
And not a bit crazy
Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing
she sounded as angelic as usual and the crowd around you seemed entranced.
As rough as a briar
Like walking through fire
This world, it's dark
This world, it's scary
lucy smiled at you once, just once. which threw you off since you usually got a bunch. especially during new songs and songs about you. was this not also about you?
I've taken some hits, so
No wonder I'm wary It's why
I need you
so it is about me! you thought as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sway to the music and singing. youâd hoped you wouldnât miss a smile headed your way.
You're as pure as the driven snow
your eyes flew open as you stared at lucy, she was looking past you and to the peacekeeper. to coriolanus snow. youâd always been a rational person, you prided yourself on restraint but that restraint was hanging on by a thread. you wanted to jam a beer bottle into his neck. lucy was your girlfriend not his. and yet he smiled stupidly towards her as she sang and you could feel your heart clawing its way up. best to leave now rather than stay and hear more of the ever so driven man.
your head was spinning as you slumped to the floor, in one of your finest dresses yet worst mental states. of course, something had formed between the two. she was in the goddamn hunger games and he was her mentor. trauma bonding? he quite literally saved her life, coached her and you did what? sat at home and hoped.
hope could only get you so far.
your hope and faith in lucy gray baird was dwindling as her lyrics swirled in your head. of course she loved him. who wouldnât? the man was undeniably eye catching. a capitol man. but youâd always imagined lucy staying away from the capitol, despising them. but maybe it wasnât the captiol part but the man part. maybe she wanted a true life, a home, marriage and children and everything she could wish for.
what on earth could you provide her with?
ây/n?â it sure as hell wasnât lucy calling out for you and you knew that. coriolanusâs reflection was prominent in the puddle before you as he neared. great, you sneered, would love to get to know you mr peacekeeper. please tell me how you stole my lovely girlfriend from me!
your chest felt oh so heavy as you heard his footsteps in the gravel, determined and unwavering as he made his way to your slumped body. âwhat do you want? you wanna gloat?â coriolanus stopped in his tracks, gloat? âwhy would i gloat?â you looked up at him annoyed, ârub it in my face. you practically stole my girlfriend from me.â coriolanus laughed. actually laughed and it made you want to strangle him with his stupid dog tags.
âsweetheart.â vomit. you wanted to vomit. maybe choking and dying on your vomit would be less embarrassing then this. why on earth was this fuck head calling you his sweetheart. âfuck off.â
you didnât see him coming. and you certainly didnât expect his demeanour to snap. but the large hand tangled in your open hair was a big slap in the face to your unreadiness. âyou of all people donât get to talk to me like that. do you know who youâre talking to?â you could hear his perfect porcelain teeth grinding at your words. god this man couldnât handle an insult. wuss.
âwhat the hell is your- ow! problem!â you yelped as he dragged you into an alleyway. âyou need to learn how to respect your superiors. if youâre nice to me, i can make your life easier. doesnât it hurt? not being able to fully provide for your family? seeing them struggle? do you really think disrespecting a peacekeeper is going to help? i suggest you straighten your act and thank me for even looking your way. there are plenty of other girls here.â
but he didnât want those other girls. he wanted you. you with the teary eyes and messy hair. you who heâd been seeing in his dreams and during the day. you with the kind smile and curious eyes. you who were so sweet and pretty but mean when need be. the y/n who was stupid enough to spit such hateful words at a peacekeeper. but heâd teach you. whether it be with words and lessons or actions and bruises. youâd learn your place, by his side and lucyâs, and underneath. but with such fearful, brown doe eyes watering up infront of him, the girl heâd heard oh so much about from lucy. how could he refrain from indulging?
his hand reached out to wipe away the few stray tears that fell as his left extended towards your right, which was clutching your head, where heâd grabbed you. âshh, let me help you.â your hand slowly retracted as your heart ran a marathon. the man was obviously unstable, going from a deceptively caring man to violent. coriolanus smiled at your actions, and it freaked you out. he caressed your scalp in an attempt to soothe, âgood girl.â he cooed as your apparent saviour approached.
âsweetie?â lucy called out to you as coriolanus withdrew from your personal space. he walked over to her and she let him. he held her hand and spoke with, love? his voice was soft and comforting, his thumb again caressing the back of her hand as they talked, whispered, plotted? god knows, all you wanted was to leave.
was this your chance?
you tested the waters, slow and calculated movements as lucy nodded in agreement with him. but by the time they were done speaking youâd bolted.
but you sure as hell werenât getting far with these two on your tail, poor y/n l/n. a little dove trying to spread her wings but they were bound to be clipped.
your feet were throbbing and begging for you to slow down. but your brain was in charge for once, your heart which yearned for your dear songbird pushed to the side as your head screamed and urged you to go. she was in league with him apparently. her seeing him corner you and not even batting an eyelash. did she truly care for you so little? did she want to rid herself of you? she couldâve broken up with you and let that be it. maybe the games had twisted her head.
even as you believed yourself to be gaining distance from the two you could hear the not-so distant steps of determined pursuit, headed your way. how would they kill you? slow and intimate? hasty and brutal?
âif you stop running now we wonât be mad little dove!â lucy shouted in warning as you felt yourself momentarily slow at her words. traitor. you thought to yourself as your body involuntary listened, she still had an affect on you. âsheâs right, we love you, we wonât hurt you. unless we have to, donât give us our reasons.â
âshut up!â you screamed. god, i know we havenât talked in a while. last minute efforts right? maybe heâd listen to you, save you from your tormentors. you shouldâve kept your head clear, focused on running. focused on your surroundings and if you had, you wouldâve noticed the nearing tree roots, thick and protruding from the ground, ready to knock you down.
you crawled behind the tree, trying to catch your breath as your hands worked tirelessly to provide some form of relief to your aching ankle.
crack.
youâd been found. you fucked up.
âour little dove, ever the sprinter.â
his words had you lurching forwards in an attempt of fleeing but lucyâs cold hand on your ankle dragged protests and cries from your throat as well as you, back to them. âyou shouldâve listened before, we wouldâve been nice. given you some time to adjust, but you canât sit and think for a second can you?â coriolanus mocked as his hand trailed up your un-injured leg, âthatâs okay, you wonât be doing much thinking from now on. weâll be taking care of you, since you obviously canât take care aâ yourself baby.â lucyâs voice was saccharine, like honey, and her smile was even sweeter. the familiarity and comfort of her presence was intoxicating, you felt at peace on one side and the other wanted to jump off a cliff. she lowered your guard and coriolanus slithered right in.
the prick in the side of your neck wasnât painful, but their words were. âyouâre with us now, weâll take care of you, we promise.â and you were stuck, stuck with them for god knows how long.
you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, adjusting to the room. maybe they had killed you? in their own twisted way theyâd keep you forever, in their memories and soul. coriolanus and lucyâs voices swam around your head and blended together. you were wrong. yay.
âitâs a bit early for katniss, even if itâs one of her favourites.â
âshe should eat something better.â
âbetter? donât go all capitol on me now corio.â
he was smiling, you could tell.
ânever lucy gray. but sheâll be weak for a few days, proper meals will help her regain some strength.â
you picked your head up and looked through the window, the lake was evident.
âalright, you go grab it and iâll stay here.â
âwhy? so you can get more time with her? if anyone should get extra time itâs me.â
ânow who was her partner first? oh thatâs right, me. youâre acting as if iâm gonna pick her up and run away. if youâre that scared than weâll both go. take her with us.â
coriolanusâs head whipped towards the cabin and you quickly flopped back down on the bed. you shut your eyes as you heard the door creak open. âgosh, doesnât she look pretty?â lucy asked, knowing the answer already. âso calm, i liked her better when she was crying.â lucy hit him, âcoriolanus snow!â he stroked the side of your face and you had to resist from turning your head and biting his fingers off.
âlittle dove.â your eyes opened again, turning your head his way tiredly. âwe need to get some supplies okay?â you nodded as lucy went outside to gather the baskets sheâd left out earlier on to dry. coriolanusâs hand dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, âi told you iâd make you respect me. now listen, if you try anything when weâre in town i will never let you forget it. youâll know who you belong to every single day. maybe iâll pay your family a visit? an appointment with the hanging tree for being rebels? stealing?â
you shook your head violently as you began to cry, âyou donât want that? didnât think so. you listen to me and everything will be fine. your family will get daily help and weekly groceries. theyâll never go hungry again. all thanks to their sweet little girl. lucyâs too nice, but donât think for a second sheâll save you from me. youâre mine and if you try anything.â he leaned in to whisper, âiâll strangle her with my bare hands infront of you.â his words were meant to scare you, and they did. but donât you know? coriolanus snow doesnât need a reason to do bad things.
coriolanus was wicked and ruthless when it came to what he wanted, if you had any hope of trying to get through this then youâd need lucyâs attention and help. so you nodded. âwords sweetheart.â you swallowed your pride, your dignity, and you shook hands with the devil.
âyes, iâll do what you say.â he straightened up, his white shirt a contrast to his dark thoughts.
âyâall ready to go?â lucy questioned as coriolanus grinned, âyes, yes we are.â he lifted you up and helped you dress, you hadnât realised the fact that you were only dressed in his own white shirt, dress to you. he handled you like you were the most delicate object. as if he wasnât hell bent on breaking you, over and over again. till you were fit to his standards. the captiol standards. the snow standards.
his, his, his.
with how obedient you were, he figured youâd do well in the capitol. which was exactly where he was meaning to bring you.
lucy walked in front of the two of you as you made your way through the woods. coriolanusâs hand was glued to your waist as he held you close, afraid to let go. you were at flight risk of course. his grip was tight and bruising. lucyâs humming distracted you at times, if you were delusional enough you could imagine it to be the two of you. your brothers far infront and the covey following. after an amazing afternoon at the lake, heading home for dinner, maybe a performance or the night shift.
your daydreaming was interrupted when you clocked coriolanusâs missing hand from your waist, and his arm now around lucy grays throat.
donât you remember? youâd do well in the capitol! you were his! but not entirely, no.
not with her in the way.
you were frozen in place as lucy clawed at him before reaching out for you. a plea, a cry for help and aid yet you stood stuck in fear. a minute, two. sheâd put up a strong fight, especially when you ran towards the two, pushing and shoving at coriolanus to let her go. but again, you fucked up.
here lies lucy gray baird, singer, victor, psycho.
obsessed? madly in love? you couldnât think of another word, and as much as you wished to forget her, forget how sheâd practically allowed another man into your relationship and let him kidnap you. her lifeless face and hollow eyes made your heart clench. but soon enough she was rolled over, thrown in a pre-made hole and buried. sheâd survived the games but no one survived coriolanus snow.
âdonât forget what i said. donât forget what you agreed to. you said youâd do as i say, iâm telling you to get up and follow me. weâre leaving district 12.â your face was painted with confusion as coriolanus clutched your face, âiâm going back, and youâre coming with me. donât ask questions, just do as i say.â
and you did.
when he had you say goodbye to your family, a courtesy, a privilege heâd granted you. you kept it short and sweet, no questions just hugs and false promises of return.
when he ushered you onto the train and he wanted you to sit and be silent, you did.
through his time at the university, he wanted you close to him, living with him. and you did.
through his presidency campaign he wanted for you to charm sponsors and entice newcomers. you did.
when he wanted to marry you in a grand spectacle infront of the captiol and dress you up, you did as he asked.
when he held you down on your wedding night after tearing your dress off, biting and marking you down all over, pushing you down to your knees and took you all over the house, asking you to give yourself to him as if he didnât take you anyways, you did.
you had no idea why at this point.
for your family? who hadnât reached out in so long, even when they promised to talk to you every day? coriolanus had them all arrested, punished and hung for inciting riots and uprisings.
for your friends whom listened to your concerns of the capitol peacekeeper who hovered and didnât make you feel crazy? each of them ended up dead in many different ways, hung, shot, a mugging gone wrong.
you didnât know at this point and when you looked in the mirror you didnât recognise the girl who stared back. a captiol sheep, dressed up in the finest silk dresses and slick heels yet the filth underneath the finery, jewels, and makeup weighed you down. each time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you, it felt like a peace of yourself was thrown away.
and as you clutched your swelling stomach, you couldnât help but feel pity for baby number four.
maybe youâd grow up and find love.
maybe iâll be able to take you all away from him.
maybe weâll heal.
you thought, but in the back of your head, a little voice wouldnât shut up.
youâll always be his little dove.
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