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༉‧˚🔥❀༉‧₊˚."the craving"༉‧˚💍❀༉‧₊˚.PART 3

Part 1 & Part 2

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 8100

summary: As your wedding day with your betrothed Jacaerys draws nearer, the two of you find ways to indulge in the ever-consuming passion you share. A wedding ceremony by the beach initiates the start of your forever; and finally, your long-awaited wedding night.

warnings: vaginal fingering, wet humping (anon who brought this idea to me; I’ll never forget u), loss of virginity, first time

a/n: happy Harry Collett x Calvin Klein day and also happy "final part of the craving" day! let me know if you liked the series, it has been a lot of fun writing it <3

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃

How sweet life could be when you finally were given what you have desired for so long.

As if Jacaerys and you had spoken it enough times into existence, the Queen had summoned both of you not long after Jace had visited you in your chambers and you had read to him. At the first moment, you had not truly believed what she told you, the marriage finally taking place soon to strengthen the bond Jace and you already shared. Jacaerys had beamed with joy and relief, lifting you in his arms and carefreely spinning you around as his mother smiled at you with fondness.

Perhaps it had been wrong, to keep you apart for such a long time, but she had a feeling you and him had not really let any distance come between you, even before her announcement of your union…

Ever since then, Jacaerys and you had been walking on clouds, thrusted into a second honeymoon phase although the first official one had not even started yet.

As your wedding day drew closer and closer, Jace found more time in his day for you and you were rarely seen without each other, always walking hand in hand or sitting together in the library or the private chambers of your family. Your hunger for each other only had seemed to intensify and you had become familiar with the quiet and dark halls of Dragonstone, sneaking into his chamber late at night or being surprised by him sneaking into your warm bed…

Although you slowly explored more and more of each other’s desires, there was still one thing you both wanted to save for your wedding night; when Jacaerys would enter you for the first time as your husband, he wanted to see the wedding bands on your hand, celebrating the love you shared for each other and having all night to ravish his sweet little wife…

Now, you tilted your head back and let out a joyous shout, the sound swallowed by the clouds rushing past you. Underneath you, your dragon was infected with your felicity, roaring her satisfaction out loud. Your companion and you were high in the sky, climbing higher and higher until you were sure you could see the whole world lying to your feet.

Up here, the matters of the war did not matter and it felt like you were the only one in the world, a proud princess of Dragonstone on her beast.

But you were not alone.

You’d never be again.

Beside you, a green and red lightning shot past you and you laughed at the way Vermax briefly cut off your lane, your dragon playfully snapping at his tail as he bolted skyward. Briefly, you saw your betrothed’s face, furrowed in concentration and skill as he stirred his dragon past you and you knew the chase was on, shouting an excited command at your own dragon and sending her after them.

“Sōvēs vēzot!” (Fly up!)

You could’ve sworn you heard Jacaerys laugh with the wind as if he had already shaken you off and claimed the victory for himself. But you were competitive and your wicked betrothed knew, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as the distance between you slowly began to shrink.

Higher and higher the four of you went, Dragonstone shrinking more and more and the air becoming crispier. Your eyes were fixed on Jacaerys’ strong back and your heart fluttered as he shot a look over his shoulder to check in with you.

You shot through the last thick layer of the clouds, closing your eyes against the cold. When you opened them again, it seemed like you had been transported into a painting.

For a moment, time stood still and your dragons almost were levitating in the sky, frozen in the circle they danced around each other. You held on tightly to your saddle and nearly stood up straight at the tight tangle your dragon flew with you. The snouts of your dragons nearly touched and you could’ve reached out and taken Jace’s hand like this.

“I win.” Jace called out to you, a broad grin making his face only prettier and your heart only filled with more longing.

“Who said the race was over?” You challenged him and with a quick and effective command, your dragon nudged Vermax’s neck and put her wings close to her own body. With one last look at Jace, you blew him a sweet kiss and held on tight.

Vermax and your dragon let themselves fall and the air rushed out of your lungs all at once, taking your breath away as they catapulted towards the lands underneath you. The wind cut sharply into your skin, your hair a wild whirlwind behind you, but you loved the feeling, a touch of unlimited freedom as you fell down the skies with your love by your side.

Jacaerys could’ve chosen everything to gaze at during the downfall, but yet he looked at you, wild and free in your saddle and slowly letting go of the reins, your arms spread wide like the wings of an angel. You were a vision, his perfect princess soon to be his wife and he thought to himself that no adrenaline on dragon back could ever compare to the feeling of being in love with you.

Shortly before the ground, four dragon wings spread themselves and you were pressed back into the saddle at the final home stretch.

In the distance, the entrance to the dragon’s caves came into sight and you spurred your dragon on for a final time, eager to arrive before Jace and Vermax, to declare the flight out as your own personal win. Vermax growled as you passed him and you grinned over your shoulder at Jacaerys, who looked at you with a mix of lovestruck awe and raw hunger that sent an anticipating shiver down your spine.

The ground shook as your two dragons descended into the pit and you breathed in the similar scent of saltwater and cold biting air, your dragon purring at you with gratitude for the adventure.

You dismounted from your dragon and slid down her wing. Your girl was cooing affectionately as you petted her neck, pressing a little goodbye kiss to it before you turned around to watch Jace climb down Vermax.

“Not too bad!” You called over as you slid off your gloves, grinning as Jacaerys strode towards you with determination in his eyes. “You could work a little on your commands for Vermax, but overall you flew very pleasantly-“

The rest of your sentence was lost when Jacaerys pulled you close by the waist and kissed you. You laughed against his lips at his eagerness as he walked you backwards until your back hit the cave’s wall and he could press himself against your body. Both of his hands were cupping your face and you kissed him back just as desperately, the competitive ride out in the sky having fueled your desire for each other.

In the background, Vermax and your dragon grunted, seemingly pleased with this development and retreated into the big cave they had chosen together, a recent change since the keepers had officially announced that the dragons had bonded and were now a pair, inseparable for all their lives.

Jacaerys sighed into the kiss, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he held you close and your own hands traveled over his chest and into his messy curls. You beamed under his hungry attention, arching your back and not caring for someone that could walk in on you.

He nudged a thigh between your legs and in his strong arms, he hitched you upwards until you had to stand on your tiptoes to keep up with him, both your hands pressed flat against the cold walls as he devoured your mouth with his.

You playfully bit his lip, causing him to hiss. Breaking the kiss, you looked at him breathless, his pupils dilated and hungry for more. Slowly, as if it slightly displeased him, he let you down gently.

“My prince, as much as I appreciate your thanks for the ride out…” You said quietly, leaning forward yet again and pressing small teasing kisses to his exposed neck. “Your bride would like to take a bath after such exertions.”

His gaze on you darkened infinitely. “Perhaps you’d like some company?”

The idea was tempting.

You remembered one of your ancestor’s diary entries about an adventure in the baths, how the feeling of being joined only intensified in the warm water, making it easy for a man to move his woman however he pleased in the weightlessness of the tub. Your eyes traveled over Jacaerys’ beautiful features, imagining it heated and sweat gathering at his brow as you sat in his lap, the small waves of your bath crashing against the tub as he was deep inside of your warmth, helping you rock your hips back and forth on his hard cock…

How temping indeed.

“Meet me afterwards.” You whispered against his lips and with one swift motion, slipped past him and out of reach.

“Temptress.” He called after you and you threw a vulgar gesture over your shoulder, grinning at him before you ascended the stairs of the pit, pleasant tingles traveling through your whole body in excitement. His laughter echoed across the cave’s walls, following you through the hallway.

You returned to your chambers with a smile on your lips, the adrenaline of being on dragon back only slowly ebbing away. Your maids had lit some candles and you smelled lavender and honey from the bath chamber attached to your bedroom. While your lips still tingled from Jacaerys’ kiss, you forced yourself to focus on the matter at hand for now; getting rid of the dragon stench on you and refresh before your betrothed would visit you later…

Letting out a quiet moan as you sank into the prepared hot bath, you let yourself soak, your mind supplying you with lovely fantasies of Jace doing the same in his chambers, his strong lean body relaxing underneath the water surface…

A small eternity later, you emerged from the tub, sighing deeply at the pleasant ache in your bones and grabbing the comfortable silk robe on the dresser, a new piece in your collection ever since Jacaerys had become a frequent visitor late at night. You had quickly found out which kind of clothing made your future husband’s mouth water and how Jace loved to run his hands over the thin fabrics…

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your damp hair falling freely over your shoulders, cheeks rosy from the steam of the bath. The bride of a future king, the love of his life.

Gracefully, you walked outside the bathing chamber and a pleasant shiver went through your body as you saw his shadow lurking, sitting on your bed and looking out of the window, lost in thought.

Your naked feet on the marble betrayed you and Jace looked up, his eyes immediately darkening as they roamed over your body, the silky fabric hugging your curves perfectly.

“Has the bath been to your satisfaction, princess?” He asked hoarsely, not able to tear his eyes from you as you slowly approached where he sat.

You hummed, considering. “It was quite nice.”

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured under his breath as you came to stand in front of him, stepping between his legs and taking his hands so you could place them on your waist. “Every day I wake up and thank the Gods that you are mine, my love.”

Your heart softened and you cupped his warm cheek as your thumb caressed his skin gently. “I had a lot of fun today…and everyday I try to will myself to patience, but it’s hard…”

“I know.” Jace replied, his hands on your body flexing for a second. “Soon, we won’t have to hold ourselves back anymore. We’ll be as unchaste as we’d like.”

You laughed, the sound like little bells in Jace’s ears as he tucked you closer and you fell into his lap. The robe parted a little as you placed each of your knees by the side of his hips and you saw his throat bob as his eyes lingered.

“We also have not been very chaste in the beginning.” You reminded him teasingly, your breath brushing over his lips as you leaned closer in his lap. “Or do I need to remind you of your very successful efforts to warm your wife at the inn-“

“An incident I often happily think about…” He murmured back and you gasped as his hands splayed over your naked thighs, his fingertips drawing little patterns into your warm soft skin.

“Me too…” You breathed near his ear, relishing his warm cheek against yours as he hugged you close, his body a warm furnace against your own. “Sometimes I believe my hunger for you should be sated for now, but Jace…it’s a bottomless well. I will never tire of it.”

Jace hummed pleased, his hand caressing your cheek before he gently touched the back of your neck, drawing you closer until your foreheads touched and your breath mingled. “Not long, my love. Not much longer.”

“Care to give me a foretaste, my prince?” You whispered mischievously and sighed happily as he immediately brought your lips together, both of your pent-up desires crashing together.

Jacaerys was hungry for your taste, his tongue eagerly dancing with yours as his fingertips dug into the soft skin of your thighs. The feeling of you in his lap brought something primal and hopelessly obsessive in him to the surface and he thought there was no better place fitted for him than standing at your service, his lap a wonderful source of pleasure for you as you slowly ground against him. Your hand touched his jaw, delicate yet needing contact and he held you tighter, a breathy moan making it past his wet lips.

These…outbursts had become nearly a ritual ever since the evening you had read to him and he had tasted from you, both of your systems hooked on each other in a heartbeat, always hungering, always longing.

Rarely a night passed where you did not sneak down the corridor and slip into his chambers, sometimes to just slide underneath his warm covers and find peace in his welcoming arms until you’d fall asleep together as you had at the inn. Sometimes, or rather most of the times, he was already opening the door when you had not even knocked yet, just as desperate as you were to see him.

Then, in the safe haven of his rooms, you’d kiss each other senseless and you lost count of the many ways Jacaerys learned to take care of you, and you of him. He hoisted you up and pressed you against a wall, kissing you and whispering how much he had missed you all day, although you were never far apart. You led him to the desk where he worked, making him sit down and relax for you as you sweetly touched him, watching his every reaction while wetness pooled between your legs. He set you down on his bed and made you lay back into pillows which smelled like him and you’d bury your face in them as he passionately ate you out, even more skilled now than the first time he had you convulse around his tongue…

Memories of him and you swirled around in your head and you found yourself ridiculously wet already, humming pleased into his mouth as his hands ghosted over your sides, the robe slipping more and more from your shoulders as you made out.

You wanted to eat him alive.

You wanted to be ravished by him until there was nothing left for you to give to him.

Suddenly, there was a knock against the door of your chamber and you froze, your hips stilling their desperate efforts to gain friction against Jacaerys’ loins. You stared at each other, pupils wide and both breathless as you briefly leaned your head against his shoulders and sighed deeply.

“I am indisposed!” You quickly called over Jace’s shoulders, the shifting of feet outside your rooms unsure. “What is it?”

“Dinner will be served in half an hour, my princess.” One of your maids called through the door. “Do you want me to bring it to your rooms?”

You looked at Jace, a little smile now on your face. “Are you hungry?” You whispered to him and he shrugged, his hands affectionately squeezing your bum.

“Not for food…”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Well, the kitchen’s creations will have to do for now, my prince. I’ll join dinner shortly!”

You listened as the steps retreated and brushed your fingers through Jace’s soft curls, lost in his kind eyes on him. “Tomorrow, I’ll have my fitting.” You murmured against his lips, relishing the way you could feel his small exhales against your own.

Jace hummed low in his throat, his nose briefly nuzzling yours. “I assume Baela and Rhaena will join you?”

You nodded and played with the locks in his nape, biting your lip to hide your grin. “I’ll be draped in satin and silk and miss you terribly.”

“I will see your wedding gowns soon enough, my love.” Jacaerys reminded you mischievously, his playful smile infectious. “Although it’s rather a shame that I am so eager to take them off you so soon…”

You could not hide the shiver that went down your spine at his teasing words. “And yet it is you calling me a temptress.”

“Not tempting…” Jace smiled smitten. “Just promising.”

You turned serious again, the love for the boy in front of you overflowing.

“Soon.” You whispered and kissed his cheek.

“Soon.” Jacaerys echoed and helped you stand up from his lap, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles with a promise before he departed with a longing kiss to your lips, leaving you to prepare for the dinner you’d have together with your family.

It was like the old Valyrian gods had blessed the day themselves, when Jacaerys and you finally became husband and wife.

The sun was reflecting on the wet sands of the beach by Dragonstone, a clear blue sky over your heads as you stood in front of each other by the sea. A little to the side, stood his family that had become your own so naturally, still the two of you were lost in each other’s eyes completely.

You didn’t think you had ever been this content, this peaceful in all your life as you looked into Jace’s eyes, filled with love and determination to finally make you his for all to see. Jace and you were both dressed in the traditional robes of your house for the ceremony, the red and pale-golden fabric allowing the wind to drift through it, oddly grounding you into this moment.

Jace’s hair had been left unruly while yours was loosely braided over your back, a headpiece you had seen on the Queen during her wedding adorning your head now. You had never felt more beautiful, more cherished and seen as Jace looked deep into your eyes as your union was officiated.

When it was time for Jace to take the dagger, you were nearly thrumming with excitement, so much that your beloved had to hold your hand steady as he carefully cut into it. A small hiss escaped you at the contact of the dragon glass and Jace squeezed your hand in comfort. You repeated the same for him when it was your turn, your blood joining as you pressed your palms against each other, smiling despite the pain.

More words in High Valyrian rolled over you like the waves of the sea and you opened your lips to a sigh when the process was mirrored on your lip, a delicate little cut you barely felt. You were too busy looking at Jacaerys, his own eyes dark and concentrated as he lifted a finger and drew the right ancient sign on your forehead, the continuation of your bloodline now secured.

“One flesh, one heart.” The two of you said in union, holding each other’s eyes captive as you recited the holy vows. “One soul, now and forever.” It had been true for you all along.

You grinned at each other brightly as you were handed a cup and you watched Jace closely as he took a sip and then gave it to you, the sweet contents thick on your tongue. You swallowed it down and it was like the salty breeze around you came to a halt.

In the distance, where Vermax and your dragon were perched against the cliffside, both dragons roared, the first ones to celebrate with you. The Queen smiled approvingly as the priest stepped back to give her son and you, his wife, some space.

It was done.

You let out a small disbelieving laugh, stepping closer as Jace entwined your fingers. “I love you so much.” You could not believe your luck, the way you were his now, forever.

And he was yours.

“I love you…” Jacaerys murmured and pulled you closer, your fingers sliding over the fabric covering his strong arms as your lips met each other with a sigh. You smiled into the kiss, your heart giddy with peace and satisfaction as you embraced each other, the new union fueling the kiss with a fire that had slumbered in you for far too long. You squeezed his shoulders assuring as a tiny sound left his lips, close to a love-struck sob as you kissed and kissed on the shore of your home, the blood still dripping from your entwined hands into the sand of the earth…

Much later that day, the wedding celebrations inside of the castle found their end as Jacaerys and you walked down the corridor, his hand resting on the small of your back as your own trembled slightly with anticipation.

Earlier, there had been a grand feast in the hall, with your close family present and raising their cups to Jacaerys and you. You had laughed and danced beneath the candlelight of the chandeliers, lost in each other as your family watched fondly from the dinner table as Jacaerys had spun you around as if you were kids. Your shoulder blades had touched his, both of your arms raised as you danced together.

You had felt every gaze of his on you, little shivers shooting through you at the prospect of finally being alone with your husband later and when it was time to retreat into the privacy of your now joined chambers, you had gone willingly. You welcomed the change of scenery and the time alone with your love. As you walked, your steps hurried and a little uncoordinated from the wine you’d had with his family, your thumb brushed over the ring on his finger.

Two beautiful pieces now adorned your hands, forged with dragon fire and adorned by a scale of the other one’s dragon. Too often, the pad of your thumb had brushed over Vermax’ scale on your hand now and too often you had caught Jace looking at his own ring in wonder during dinner. No one except the two of you would ever know how much this meant for Jace and you.

“Alone at last.” Jace murmured with a half grin on his pretty face as the door to your new chambers came in sight.

You gave him a look over your shoulder, eager to disappear with him for the rest of the night and preferably long into the next morning. “It was wonderful. I…I don’t think I have ever been so happy in my life before today.”

“I feel the same way.” Jace replied softly, squeezing your hand in his and holding the door open for you as you slipped inside.

The door to your bedroom fell shut behind you and for a moment, you simply looked at each other, breathless and thrilled at the thought of being alone. Earlier, the bedroom had been readied for the new couple the two of you made, its air smelling sweetly and dozens of candles painting the room in a soft glow. The bed was freshly made – a pity, since you planned to make a mess of it soon.

Jace and you came to a stop in the middle of the room, the frame of the canopy bed behind you an inevitable presence. A carafe of red wine had been placed on the table before your bed, but neither of you felt like clouding your mind with liquor when you could simply enjoy each other’s company.

You laced your fingers together once more, the cloth over both your wounds touching. You lifted his hand to your lips and gently kissed his knuckles, Jace’s eyes becoming dark with want. You whispered; “Does it hurt still?”

Jace shook his head, stepping closer. “If it’s two small cuts I have to endure to be yours, I would’ve wounded my body much sooner..”

The words warmed you from the inside, your chest filled with it while a low fire slowly grew in your stomach. Earlier, you had felt his burning gaze on you during the celebrations. You had laughed and danced with Baela and Rhaena and Jacaerys had watched you with hunger and awe. The same emotions now flickered across his face, his hands pulling you into him by the waist until you nearly stood chest to chest.

His breath ghosted over your bottom lip, the atmosphere tilting into a direction the both of you welcomed. Jace brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into your hair, squeezing your side. “I finally get to kiss my bride now.”

You chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve kissed me before today, Jace. You’ve even kissed me when I wasn’t your wife yet, remember?” In many, many places.

He rolled his eyes, leading you towards the bed. “Always so keen on details…”

“You started it.”

“My wonderful, brilliant queen.”

The words had your heart skip a beat, the admiring words leaving him as you gently pushed him on the edge of the bed. Jacaerys stared up at you, mesmerized and captive to your own longing stare.

“I’d like to call in a favor for my first night with the future king.” You teased him. “It is something I have desired for a long, long time.”

“And what is it my queen desires?” He asked raspily, throat a little dry as you stepped closer and felt the warmth radiating off his form.

You smiled warmly at him, your hands resting over his own as he placed them on your hip bones, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the fabric of your luscious dress. Leaning down, your lips brushed against his cheeks as you whispered: “Her valzȳrys .” (Husband.)

Jacaerys’ hold on your hips tightened and with a sigh on your lips, he dragged you forward and into his lap, your warm thighs underneath your luxurious gown on each side of his. He found your lips like he’d found a light in the dark, effortless and natural and when you two finally kissed as wife and husband, twin sighs were released into each other’s mouth.

It was like the spark lit the flame, your fingers danced over the laces on his chest, quickly loosening them until you could rest your fingers on his naked chest, his heart beating faster underneath your touch. Jacaerys held you as if you were something delicate, a flower blossoming in his warm embrace, and a headless moan bubbled up in his throat as you shifted on his lap.

“My love…” He broke the kiss and brought your foreheads together, both of you breathing heavily. “Would you let me undress you?”

The breath in your throat hitched and you nodded quickly, smoothing your hands over his cheeks once more before you untangled yourself from his lap and sat down next to him, your hands supporting you on the mattress.

Jacaerys looked over you, the way your chest moved up and down, the jewels adorning your dress glittering in the lights of the candles. You were a vision, but he wanted you bare tonight, a luxury you had not gotten yet together. Bare except for the ring on your finger.

“You looked so beautiful tonight…” Jace kissed the corner of your mouth as your fingers tangled themselves in his silky smooth hair. “I can’t believe you’re mine now, forever.”

“I’ve been yours since we first met, Jace.” You murmured back, knowing the truth in your heart. “We were always destined to be each other’s.”

The kiss you shared then was gentler, a break from the all-consuming passion racing through your veins and when Jace moved his lips to your neck, his hands slowly brushing down the fabric around your shoulders in his wake, you sighed blissfully. Your head fell back as you watched him carefully unwrapping you from the lace and silk, his mouth leaving a wet trail where he kissed your throat, your collarbones, then your naked shoulders…

You had to force yourself to take steady breaths, a stifled moan leaving your lips as he began to unlace the front of your dress.

“Easy, my love…” Jace practically purred at you, his dark eyes soft as he laid them on you. He could feel you shiver in anticipation, a delight he’d rather not let it turn into anxiety when he wanted to take the best care of you. “I got you.”

“I know.” You sighed, your fingers busying themselves with taking off your necklace and the heavy earrings, letting the jewelry clutter onto the nightstand. The next few minutes passed like you were caught in a dream, your mind drifting afloat at the gentleness and respect Jacaerys undressed you with.

Goosebumps followed wherever he went and when he helped you sit up so he could get rid of the dress, you both held your breath. Jace had touched your chest before, but there always had been fabric between your skin and his and now, there was not any.

Jacaerys’ eyes feasted on your body, a vision in his bed, your hair spread out on the pillows and rosy chest exposed to the candle light and his eyes. His hand laid on your waist, a small comfort to let you know he was there in the moment with you and underneath his burning gaze, you felt your buds hardening, a shiver going through you entirely.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured with adoration, his body leaning over yours as his hands traveled upwards and he laid his lips on your neck. Your eyes fluttered to a close, your mouth dropping open as his warm chest touched yours and his mouth began to ravish you. Jace had kissed your most intimate parts, slowly learning what you liked and what drove you insane, but after all, it had all started with a kiss to your neck.

And since the night at the inn, he had spent many, many hours kissing it, finding out how sensitive you were in the area, what little spot would make your toes curl in pleasure. You panted into his hair, holding on to him as he traveled over your sides and slowly pushed down the rest of your own until your legs were freed and you laid bare under him. Frantically, he pushed his shirt off, returning to your side immediately and looking into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You wanted to melt at his sweet tone. You nodded, still shivering from his undivided attention. “Yes…You can touch me, Jace. Please touch me.”

His hands ghosted over your stomach as he plastered himself to your side and slowly drifted upwards, your body leaning into him wantonly. You exhaled shakingly as his warm hand cupped your boob, his thumb sheepishly brushing over your hardened bud.

Jacaerys watched you with sensation sparkling in his eyes, his own hand shaking with nerves as he slowly began to explore your body. Your legs tangled together and yours fell open on your own accord, surrendering to the skilled hands of your husband. A sigh escaped your lips as Jace kissed your neck, his curls brushing over your naked collarbones as he relished the taste of your skin.

He was fire all over and you needed him to consume you.

Arching against him, you bathed in the pleasure his touches brought you, a pliant vessel at his hands. There was so much love in the kisses you shared, in the way he mapped out your body, it nearly drove a few emotional tears to your eyes, overwhelmed by the feelings you had for your love. And Jace’s actions had riled your whole system up to the point where you felt wetness pooling between your thighs, a dull throb resting inside of you, in need to get attention.

“I need you.” You breathed, hazy eyes looking into his and swallowing thickly.

“You got me.” Jace breathed, his shaky hand wandering down your body. “You will have all of me tonight, princess. Let me see you…let me see how wet my girl is for me…”

You whimpered at his praise, tensing for just a little moment before it was all washed away when Jace’s fingertips made contact with you pulsing bundle of nerves. He innocently kissed your cheek before he slowly began to draw circles onto you, making your mouth drop open from the familiar yet exciting sensation.

“So beautiful, such a good girl.” Jace purred and you moaned loudly, curling your body into his as your legs fell open even more, granting him full access to the most intimate part of you.

“Feels good…” You breathed and gasped as Jacaerys dipped his fingers lower and gathered your wetness on them, easing the way until you were positively soaked. It was getting hard to think and you became putty in Jace’s embrace as he left kisses on your shoulder and neck, his fingers playing you like a delicate instrument. “…more.”

Jace kissed your brow, enchanted by the sight of your naked body in the warm lights, your hips rolling into the palm of his hand as he began to breach you with his finger, luring a broken moan from your sweet lips.

“Gods, you are divine, my queen.” Jace murmured, well aware of his own arousal he intended to push down for just a little longer. He needed to take care of you, needed to cherish and pleasure you like this while the ring on your finger shimmered between you, his own white scale of your dragon on his finger the prettiest sign of ownership he could’ve ever imagined for himself.

You melted into the bedding below you, closing your eyes and fully giving yourself over to Jacaerys and the divine feel of his finger slowly moving inside of you while his thumb knowingly stroked your clit. After all, he had had his fair share of practice with you, when you still had to hide while sneaking into each other’s bed, and Jace was a fast learner, knowing exactly how to please you now.

You lost yourself in the hypnotizing feeling of his, his finger soon joined by another and creating a delicious friction against your inner walls that had you moan shamelessly. Time began to slip away from you and you had no idea how long Jace spent fingering you, soft praise and little I love you’s being murmured against your ear as he watched your every reaction.

“I need you to get on top of me…” You whispered against his plump lips and he let out a shaky sigh, still clearly affected by his own sweet assault on your cunt. He lifted his glistening fingers, covered in your arousal, to his lips and moaned at the taste of you, cleaning himself off so he would not dirty you. You stared at him, mouth agape with awe, and quickly pulled him on top of you.

You quietly laughed together at your eagerness and your naked thighs framed his hips perfectly, as if you had been made by the gods to please him, as he had been made to pleasure you. His hands rested on each side of your head, playing with your hair as he pressed kisses to your temple, your cheek, your chest which had you gasping.

You palmed him through the fabric of his briefs and he hissed, throwing his head back which you took immediately as a chance to suck and lick at his throat, feeling a little drunk on the power you held over Jacaerys, how the smallest touches could make him whimper just for you.

With sheer will power, Jace leaned back on his knees, staring at you with fire burning in his dark eyes as he got rid of the last piece of clothing on him, his hard and leaking length making your throat go dry. You supported yourself on your elbows, watching intently as he stroked himself over you with bliss. He looked so beautiful, you could’ve painted him.

Slowly, you opened your legs, exposing your soaked center to your beloved and Jace nearly lost it then.

But he was not going to let it end so soon tonight. Tonight, he’d cherish you as he intended to do for the rest of your lives. Jacaerys sunk down to the temple beneath your thighs, cradling your face in his hands as he laid on top of you. He was careful not to put his whole weight on you, gazing deep in your eyes.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, almost fearful at his heart, speaking so loudly in this very moment.

“I love you, Jace.” You whispered back, your hand brushing over his back, making his skin break out into goosebumps. “I want to feel you. All of you.” Gently, you pushed down on his lower back and the last distance between you vanished as his cock made contact with your cunt.

You both let out a sigh in union, something akin to both shock and relief at once. The feeling of your hot flesh sliding together sent your heart into overdrive and you tangled your fingers into Jace’s hair for stability.

“F-fuck…” Jace squeezed his eyes shut, seeking shelter in the crook of your neck as he bucked forward, his cock dragging over your sensitive center, the leaking head brushing over your pampered clit and making you dig your nails into his shoulders.

It almost felt too good to be true, the sensation unlike anything you had experienced with each other so far. Jace’s leaking tip and your soaked cunt mixed together, until slick sounds and your shared moans were filling the room.

Jace moaned as if he was losing his mind as his naked cock slid over your wet folds, your cunt clenching around nothing as the friction and his sweet whines got to your head. It was too much and not nearly enough and your legs tightened their hold around his waist as endless shivers went through you, obsessed with the way you two fitted together.

“Gods.” You gasped, all thoughts in your hazy mind incoherent, but screaming for Jace, surrounding you, inside of you… “I need you, Jace. Jacaerys, please, we’ve waited long enough, my love.”

“I adore you.” Jace cupped your cheek, his movements stilling as he lifted your thighs so he could wrap them around his waist. “I love you so, so much. And I will be gentle, I promise.”

You smiled brightly at him, anticipating swirling hotly under your skin as you stroked his hair, willing the little nervousness inside of you away. “I know you will be. I want you so much. I know it will be perfect.”

With two final little kisses on your eyelids, Jacaerys lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to push in.

You gasped, not able to suppress the little whimper leaving your throat as your face scrunched up at the small pain tearing through you. Jace’s hips still instantly, his hand cupping your cheek and making you focus on him and find steadiness and comfort in his loving eyes.

“Deep breaths, my love.” He murmured, clearly affected by the way your cunt squeezed him , unused to any intrusion that was more than his fingers and tongue. And he was certainly more than that…

You let out a shuddering breath, eyes glazed over as Jace brushed a tear from the corner of your eye away and continued to shelter you in his arms, letting you both get used to the new sensation. Your husband whispered sweet little affections into your ear, stroking your hair. “’m gonna need you all relaxed and happy, take your time, my dear…”

You sighed gratefully, letting your trembling hands wander over his naked back and into his hair, grounding yourself through touch as the sting in your abdomen faded away. Experimentally, you tightened your muscles and Jace bit his lip to hide a guttural moan, beads of sweat gathering at his temple from having to hold still for you.

“Kiss me.” You begged him sweetly, needing his lips on yours, to devour him, to melt into one forever.

Jacaerys complied in an instant, surging forward as you bucked your hips up at the same time, inevitably making him slide deeper into your tight heat. Both your moans were swallowed by a fierce and passionate kiss and the two of you got lost into each other as Jace finally started to slowly move his hips again, following a slow and soft rhythm that made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You tilted your head back on the pillow and Jace took the opportunity to kiss your throat, his fingers laced together with yours as he gently pressed your hands into the pillow. Your husband barely felt in control, the tight and wet sensation of his length inside your cunt quickly getting to his head…

Your eyes snapped open when you heard him release a cute little whimper, desperate and overwhelmed and you smiled besotted, your cunt clenching around him automatically. Jacaerys bit his lip, but you were quick to shoot forward and press a kiss on it.

“Let me hear you.” You encouraged him, unlacing your hands so you could wind your arms around his neck, bringing you closer together. “I want to hear my husband as he makes love to me.”

Jacaerys groaned deeply as your nails dragged over his spine, shivering as he was being pushed further into you by your legs around his hips. He searched for your gaze, serious and attentive although you squeezed him like a vice. “Does it still hurt? I don’t want to cause you any pain.”

You shook your head, warm all over from his care. “I’m okay. You’re…perfect.”

“As you are, my love.”

After this, it seemed like Jace became braver, daring to sink deep into the altar between your thighs, the slide slippery from how aroused and pent up you were. Every inch he let you feel him deeper and after a while, you could not stop the string of soft moans leaving your parted lips as Jacaerys continued to roll his hips into you at a slow pace.

Your thighs framing him twitched suddenly as the curve of his cock dragged over a mushy sensitive spot inside of you and you felt drunk on the both of you, the pair you made.

“Do that again…” You whispered and Jace, flushed all over his chest, looked at you with surprise. Experimentally, he did and your toes curled, a high-pitched sound left you, almost wounded. “Fuck….feels good.”

“Yeah?” He could not hide the little smug grin as he watched your pretty face as he plunged into that spot again, your back arching off the bed. “Am I making my wife feel good?”

You whimpered, nodding as your whole core tightened up from his words. The strength to move with him in sync quickly left you when Jace suddenly reached down and traced little patterns on your neglected clit and the fire enveloping you consumed you wholly, your mind clouded with fog as Jace took over, his own movements sloppy.

“C’mere, my love.” He murmured and you gladly opened your arms, his strength surprising you once again as he leaned back and lifted you with him. You gasped as he gently helped you sit down on him, your hair pooling around your shoulders as you both looked down to where you were joined, his length disappearing inside your weeping cunt.

The angle changed everything. You felt full, he was so much deeper than before and your thighs were shaking as you wound your arms around his neck and hid your face against his lean neck. Jace soothed you gently, his hand caressing your back as you simply existed like this for a while.

“Let me do the work now, hm?” He suggested softly near your ear and you nodded limbless, feeling as if you could feel him all the way up in your stomach like this. You never wanted to part from him.

Jace’s hands wandered down over your backside until he could squeeze your warm flesh and began to rock you forwards, each push making your clit drag over his abdomen and catapulting you into yet another new world of pleasure. You stifled your groan by softly biting into his shoulder and your husband approved, tilting his head back so you could pepper his skin with kisses and tiny bites.

You let him do whatever he wanted with you and soon, Jace fucked up into you, making you nearly scream as you raced towards your end, your slick painting his thighs and lower stomach. You could not think and clung to his body, breathing heavily into his ear as you shivered from each thrust he delivered.

Jacaerys was not far behind you.

“You’re close, I can feel it.” He murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he lifted your head from his shoulder and stared deep into your eyes. “You are so beautiful, ñuha jorrāeliarzy…I want to feel you, want to see you come in my arms.”

You whimpered, feverishly rocking your hips on his cock, your hand sneaking down your body but being caught by Jace’s. He kissed it before he cupped your core, two of his fingers sliding over your aching clit as he fucked up into you, hissing.

“I’m close-“ He warned you, sweat gathering at his brow as he took in your beautiful sight.

“Me too…” A disbelieving chuckle left you and Jace wanted to melt, bringing your lips together for one last passionate kiss before he felt both your bodies movements seize their inevitable ends.

“Come for me, princess.” Jace kissed you wantingly, helping you move before he felt your cunt contract around him wildly. “Let go, my sweet little wife…” The same words he had spoken to you at the inn, where it all started.

You burst apart into a field of heavenly stars.

Tightly clinging to Jace, you rode through your orgasm, a few overwhelmed tears of yours dripping down on his collarbones as he held you tightly against him. Seconds later, Jace felt himself coming inside of you, a strong tidal wave washing over him as the rocking of your hips in his lap stilled. You were boneless, completely spent, and gladly collapsed into his embrace.

Tiny aftershocks went through your body and your hot breath bounced off his skin as he soothingly stroked over your back with his own shaky hand. Sweet nothings were whispered in your ear and you never wanted to get off him.

“Avy jorrāelan.” You breathed against his lips, both of your eyes filled with so much love, it made your chest hurt. “I love you so much, Jace…”

He raised your trembling hand to his lips, kissing the ring on your finger before he did the same to your cheek, your temple and at last, your lips. “I love you, my queen. Now and for all the days still ahead of us.”

He was yours and you were his.

And with the scales of your dragons on your ring finger, it was always going to be just like this.

Jacaerys and you, forever.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃

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spacedace · 1 year ago

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Here have some snippets of the AU that’s taken over my brain (featuring Elle unintentionally dunking on both of Bruce’s identities, Clark realizing he passed his taste in partners on to his son, a bit of pre/unaware that they are dating Super Serious Chaos, and some blink-and-you-miss-it background Enemies to Lovers Dick/Dan)

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“Sorry, who’s Bruce Wayne?”

The room when quiet. All heads turned to look at Elle at the end of the table. Bruce didn’t visibly react, but Clark could make out the subtle indication of disbelief that his old friend was feeling - that they all were feeling at the interpreter’s question. Elle, suddenly aware she had the full room’s attention, had the look of someone who realized they’d said something wrong, but didn’t know what.

“You’re kidding.” John said, “You know Bruce Wayne. Everyone knows Bruce Wayne.”

Elle blinked. “I don’t.” She glanced from face to face, “Is he like a big deal? Does he work here or something? I haven’t been around that long so I might have missed him.”

It took every bit of self control Clark had not to laugh. His voice still came out a bit strangled from the effort as he offered, “No he doesn’t work here.” If Bruce was the type to do so in uniform, he’d be kicking Clark under the table.

“You live in Gotham. You have to know Bruce Wayne.” Barry said, voice going a bit high with growing bewilderment. “Mega ba-jillionair. CEO of Wayne Tech? Richest man in Gotham - in the world? Has like a hundred kids?”

Their interpreter’s nose scrunched. “So he’s like…in one of those fundamentalist cults obsessed with having a bunch of kids or something?”

Bruce actually twitched at that. The sound of utter disgust in Elle’s voice at the concept, the complete and total lack of any kind of recognition she had for the single most famous non-crime or crime-fighting related person in the city that she lived in, she truly had no idea who they were talking about. Clark had to get a recording of the room’s security feed, Lois would love this. Oh, wait no, Bruce’s kids. Maybe if he was fast enough he could text Dick to get there ASAP so he could see it all in person before it was over.

“No! Nothing like that! He adopted them - well most of them.” Barry tried to explain, looking utterly lost as he turned from Elle to the rest of them and back again. “You’re messing with us right? This is like a joke?”

Elle shook her head, looking just as lost as Barry did. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Do you know Dick Grayson?”

“I know of an officer Grayson who is a dick. Total tool. He’s been making my brother’s Dan’s life miserable for like a year now. Pretty sure not who you’re talking about though.”

“Jason Todd.”

“The library goon?”

“Tim Drake.”

“Sounds like a Dark Wing Duck character.”

“Cassandra Cain.”

“Isn’t that the author that started out writing incest Harry Potter fanfic?”

“Duke Thomas?”

“What’s he a Duke of?”

Barry snapped his fingers, pointing emphatically at Elle with a look of victory on his masked face as he shouted, “Damian Wayne!”

Damian, who had at that moment just walked into the meeting room with Jon at his heels paused in his place just behind Elle. He did pretty well at hiding his surprise at Barry seemingly shouting his civilian name and pointing at him upon walking in. Though the tense line of his shoulders suggested that if Barry was actually revealing his secret identity without warning or permission, there would be blood.

Stella Nightingale, unaware of the almost-kinda identity reveal going on around her, tilted her head in confusion at the speedster. “I’m assuming he’s related to that Bruce Wayne guy?”

“They’re all related to Bruce Wayne.” John said with open amusement now. The Green Lantern had given up on the research entirely, watching the entire debacle with a growing smirk he kept casting towards Bruce. “That man’s face is plastered absolutely everywhere in the news. How do you not know who he is?”

“If Lois Lane hasn’t written about him he can’t be that important.” Elle said with a casual certainty of one speaking a core tenant of their beliefs. Clark’s opinion of the young woman - already quite high considering her ferocious loyalty and fondness to Jon - rose sharply.

“You’re read the Daily Planet?” Clark asked, warmth curling in his chest at the mention of his wife and her work.

“I read articles by Lois Lane.” Elle said promptly, “I tried reading some articles that Kent guy she partners with sometimes wrote on his own but I couldn’t get past his writing style. Dude sounds like he’s from outer space with his word choice sometimes.”

Bruce, looking far too pleased, gave a quiet and not terribly convincing cough as Clark tried to will his soul back into his body.

It was going to be a long day.

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“You are at least aware of who Gotham’s vigilantes are, yes?” Damian asked with a raised brow behind his mask.

Elle shrugged, giving him a sly smile. “The relevant ones.”

Clark tried to hide his short laugh with a feigned cough. Elle at least was distracted enough with Jon and Damian’s attention to notice but Bruce was giving him a look over the tablet he was trying - and undoubtedly failing - to review files on.

Jon grinned eagerly from his spot beside Elle as he asked, “Aren’t they all relevant to you? You live in Gotham.”

“I live in Crime Alley.” Elle corrected, bumping his shoulder with hers. “We have different standards of relevancy there.”

“So what are the relevant ones then?” Clark asked, pointedly ignoring Bruce’s burning stare. They’d get back to the research. Eventually. Finding out if the Gothamite who had been spending all her free time with Phoenix and Flamebird for the past year and a half was as oblivious to her city’s heroes as she was its celebrities was too entertaining a notion to pass up.

“Phoenix, obviously.” She grinned cheekily at Damian across the table, ticking names off her fingers as she continued. “Red Hood. Spoiler. Uh…Orphan?” She trailed off, forehead scrunching in concentrated thought.

“That’s can’t be all the ones you know.” Jon gaped, eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced over to were Bruce was seated, not five feet away before turning back to watch Elle try to rack her brain for any more Gotham vigilantes. Clark could see the moment that the words are taken as a challenge as Elle sat up and looked more determined.

“No, shut up, I know more. Uh…there’s the one, um Red Sparrow? It’s another bird one with red name, I’m pretty sure. And the one with the blue - fuck I should know his name. Nightjar? Wasn’t Nightingale I would have remembered that…shit, dude threw up on our couch once I should remember his name -“

“Nightwing threw up on your couch?”

“Nightwing! That’s the bitch! He got poisoned or something and Dan drug him to our place to patch him up since Doc Thompkins’ clinic was closed.”

Clark shared a look with Bruce and Damian. Dick had failed to mention that little event. Clark could see Bruce reaching for his wrist computer, undoubtedly typing out a message his eldest about what he’d just heard - possibly another to Alfred if he was feeling like pulling out the big guns.

At the other end of the table Elle ticked Nightwing off with a nod, even as Jon squawked that it shouldn’t count since he’d given her the name, “Then there’s…uh…oh! Harley Quinn!”

“Harley Quinn does not count.”

“She beat up a guy trying to mug me last week and got me a hot chocolate afterwards, she totally counts!”

“Someone tried to mug you?”

“Crime Alley, Nix, if someone doesn’t try to mug me while I’m out I get worried that I missed Hood calling in a Street Clear for something big.”

“We’re going to circle back on that later.” Jon said, sharing a pointed glance with Damian. It looked like young Miss Nightingale was going to be getting escorted to and from the Watchtower from now on.

Ah, Clark mused, falling head over heels for someone with no understanding of the concept of self-preservation and a stubborn determination to run straight into the heart of danger without a second thought. It brought back such fond memories. Of both Lois and Bruce. And Diana. And - Hmm. Kara might have been right. Clark might have a type.

Watching the three at the other end of the table and taking them in, Clark realized he might have passed his taste in partners on to his son. Well, at least he’ll be able to give Jon some advise on how to handle the heart attacks Damian and Elle will inevitably give him.

“Harley Quinn doesn’t count. You got any more?”

Elle rolled her eyes, muttering about Harley totally counts, before leaning back in her chair. “I think I’m out. I know there’s more but,” She gave a shrug, “I’m tapped out. Those are all the ones I can think of.”

It was, surprisingly, Bruce that spoke up at that declaration, a slant of amusement to his lips as he asked, “No one else comes to mind?”

Elle waved him off, attention turning to the mountain of alien script they needed her to translate for them. It was the reason she was even there rather than in her office trying to translate whatever incredibly dangerous magic tomb JL Dark had dropped off without accidentally summoning a demon or ending hte world in the process. J’onn was right, they really should give her a raise.“That’s all I got.” She said with a sigh, “Like I said, I know the relevant ones.”

“Hn.”

Twenty minutes of shared looks of amusement and suppressed laughter later Elle’s head shot up, a look of wide eyed embarrassment on her face. “Oh my god.”

“There it is.”

“About time Nightingale, I was starting to be concerned about your mental faculties.”

“Shut up, this so embarrassing!”

“Don’t sweat it kid, we all have our moments.”

“I can’t believe I forgot Signal.”

“What.”

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Context of this snippet if anyone is interested:

This is actually the same AU as the Steph & Jason sibling bonding Anger Management snippet from a bit ago (I’m calling it my Ghosts in Gotham AU in scrivener so I guess that’s what I’ll call it here lol). This time focused on Elle and her misadventures as a Totally Normal Civilian (TM) working for the Justice League with her two besties Jon & Damian (none of them realize yet that they’ve been dating for months).

No idea when this is supposed to take place in terms of timeline with the other snippet, but kinda vibing the idea that while Steph & Jason are having a heart to heart on a rooftop over their shared background and Jason’s future as a dad, Elle is up in the Watchtower telling Bruce Wayne to his face that she has no idea who he is and forgetting Batman is a Gotham vigilante while he’s sitting at the same table as her.

Anyway, this AU has taken over my life. Expect more nonsense to come lol

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dani phantom #danielle phantom #super serious chaos #superseriouschaos #jon kent #jon el kent #Damian Wayne #clark kent #justice league #bruce wayne #barry allen #john stewart #ghosts in gotham au #batfam #elle doesn't pay any attention to the famous people in gotham unless they're trying to kill her or save her #and she might not even pay attention then #and yes this is more of my headcanon that the Justice League is the world's biggest polycule #no i will never let that headcanon go i love it too much #there's a version of this world where Elle never figures out that Bruce Wayne is supposed to be kind of a big deal #years in the future she Dami & Jon are married & she has a new friend she's made over for lunch #and they see some of the family photos and are like #is that fucking Bruce Wayne at your wedding?#Elle - oblivious: oh you know my father-in-law?#Bruce gets unmasked before Elle knows about everyone's identities & he's freaking out while she's just #full lex luthor moment: I have no idea who this is #Bruce: you know who I am now #Elle - does not know who he is but doesn't want to admit to it guessing: Clark Kent?

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shawnxstyles · 2 years ago

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don’t keep driving

DATE: FEBRUARY 4, 2023

summary: when your morning starts off on the wrong foot, a certain celebrity cuts you off and makes it even worse. this causes you and harry to bicker before he gets on stage, leaving things unsaid. being his security, you were forced to work around him. while he’s performing, harry makes sure to leave you flustered enough to come into his dressing room at the end of the night.

request: yesss

words: 6.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [choking, slight orgasm denial], degrading, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, protected sex (consent is not directly implied here, always ask for consent!), dirty talk), language, and loads of dialogue (especially at the end)

note: the timeline here is completely different from his actual tour. i did describe the la night 8 outfit and a few real incidents that occurred from other shows lmao, but everything else is obviously fictional. enjoy!! harry masterlist

famous!harry x security!reader

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You weren’t the type of person that gets irritated easily. Patience was your forte throughout your whole life, meaning you were rarely impatient to the point of madness.

However, unlike most of your life, you were a little more ticked off today than usual.

It started when your alarm didn’t wake you up this morning. You were so tired from the previous night, you passed out on the sofa in your living room. Your phone was left in your purse and therefore, making you frantically get ready this morning before heading to work.

Then you stopped to get some coffee because last night’s shift was a drag. You didn’t want to feel like crawling out of your skin again. You sipped your drink in the car, on your way to work. You nearly spit it across your windshield when you tasted the bitterness. Looking at the labeling, they completely botched your order with a black coffee. Was a vanilla latte that hard?

Setting the burnt-tasting liquid in a cup holder, you focus on driving. You try to keep your calm, hands gripping the wheel harshly. Traffic was packing up, making you later and later for work. Your head throbbed in stress as you sharply inhaled with a scowl on your face. You pressed the radio on to fill the road raged air. The very much overplayed “As It Was” plays throughout your speakers, making you roll your eyes. Once you exited the freeway, all you had to do was get through a few lights. Just a few stoplights and you would be at work.

Just breathe.

A flashy, red sports car speeds past you, swaying in its lane carelessly. It swerves in front of you, cutting you off entirely. You huff, slamming down on your breaks and honking your horn. You thank heavens that no one is behind you as you switch lanes aggressively and smash the gas pedal to accelerate to his speed. You catch up to the vehicle and glare at the figure. You almost couldn’t believe it.

Ironically, Harry Styles is driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his phone. He grins at the small screen, eyes flicking up and down from the road. You both arrive at a red stop light, breaking ferociously over the white line. The sight of his casualness angers you as you beep again. His head is alerted left toward your car. With knitted eyebrows and a death stare, you flip him off.

As he sits frozen and shocked, you accelerate through the now green light, leaving him in the dust. For some reason, a hint of a smile curls on your lips as you roll into the private parking lot. You show your ID card and pull into the security area. In your rear view mirror, Harry follows closely behind you, parking in a different section.

You smirk to yourself, knowing you gladly flipped off none one other than the Harry Styles.

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You slip through the crowded hallways, anxious from the high-pitched screaming coming from the stadium. The closer it gets to showtime, the more anticipation fills up to the room and leaves everyone on high-alert.

It’s just like any other night.

You worked security at the Kia Forum. Ear piercing screams, blinding lights, and chaotic energy surrounded you almost every night. You knew some people would kill for a job that monitors and guards their favorite bands, and you were immensely grateful, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get stressed out and exhausted by the end of the week.

To add, you worked at the Kia Forum, not for the artist. Meaning, you were not directly affiliated with the band or artist performing there. Many people got confused and begged you for an autograph, but it was rare you talked one on one with the musicians for longer than a minute. Working at the forum helped you to not get attached to certain artists because you got to see a variety of artists every day, so you were never obsessing over one. Again, people would kill for your job.

But out of all the people you’ve worked security for, Harry Styles had to be the… most contradicting and unexpected. At least to you.

You’ve seen hundreds of videos of him online and he seemed like the perfect man with the perfect face. He was kind, charming, and had an old-man sense of humor. His figure was exceptional, making teenage girls fawn over him until they faint (you’ve witnessed it). He’s performed at the forum too many times to count (14 times if you were counting though) and each time he acts the same. Funny. Charming. Delightful. Engaging. Sexy. Emotional. Blah blah blah.

Fans don’t see the side of him that you see. Sometimes, you don’t even think his crew or friends see it. He was one of the only artists that you’ve talked to for more than a minute. And every minute you spent practically spitting at each other, you felt your time being wasted. Truly, Harry was cocky, vain, and couldn’t care less about your feelings. The only appropriate way to act was to deflect his own attitude back at him. You weren’t going to put him on a pedestal just because he was a celebrity; he was a person just like anyone else. You’ve only known him for a total of a few weeks; tonight would be his 15th time at the forum since you’ve worked here. However, the car incident today was your last nerve. Thankfully, this was his last night here before Love on Tour finally traveled out of the country.

Shaking your head, you wash away all of the pounding thoughts in your head. You rush around the back rooms in anticipation and anxiousness. Scurrying through the endless hallways, your foot snags in a random extension cord too quickly to balance yourself. Bracing for the fall, your arms extend out, only to be caught by the man whose name is plastered around the arena tonight. Tattooed arms lift you up to your feet as you try to balance yourself, chest pushing off of his chest. A smirk rises on his lips at your proximity as you roll your eyes until they touch the back of your skull.

“A thank you would be much appreciated,” Harry doesn’t remove his arms from beneath yours, keeping you closer than you’d like to be.

You swallow, green eyes piercing yours addictingly. You quickly glance at his outfit; a pastel pink T-shirt with a sequin teddy bear and blue leather pants. Harry Styles, the image, was adorable, sweet, and sexy— something you could’ve admitted at one point in your life. But since you’ve had your eyes opened by Harry, the real one, your blood boils every time he speaks, arrogance laced in his tongue. He was immature, and his childlike mannerisms crumpled any belief that ever found him endearing or sensible.

The only thing that may be sensitive was his ego, which made Mount Everest look small in comparison. Even though he did somehow manage to make a teddy bear shirt sexy, you would never in a million years tell him that.

“You were in my way,” You grumble, pushing yourself off of him. Your fingers felt the valley of his abs through his shirt as you brushed over them swiftly. Swallowing thickly, you stand in front of him with a locked jaw, acting like you didn’t just feel down his torso.

“If anythin’, y’were in my way—”

“Oh, sorry, did I ruin your makeup? Boo hoo. I didn’t ask for you to catch me!” You taunt and shout, eyes furrowed in irritation.

“Think I’d just let you fall?” His tone was surprisingly soft, and in some way, convincingly genuine, but you ignored it.

“Yes, I think that’s exactly what you’d do,” You click your tongue as your eyes bulge from their sockets. Harry’s nose flares while his lips are pursed tightly together.

“That doesn’t make me look good though, does it, darling?” Now, he tries to act soft, sweeping some of your hair to the side. You swat his ringed fingers away in disgust, infamously rolling your eyes. The trace of his fingers left a burning trail on your skin.

“And texting while driving does? Let’s all hail Harry for being such a great role model!” Your arms cross as your eyes roll dramatically for the hundredth time this minute. “For all I know, you were probably sexting some French model.”

Harry instantly remembers a few hours ago, when he was driving unsafely near the forum. He continuously stared at the adorable video on the screen instead of the road, accidentally cutting you off when he swerved into your lane. He cringes at the memory and your comment. As you spin away from him with annoyance sizzling off of you, he grips your elbow and swings you around to face him again. Your body twirls irritatingly too close to him as he holds you tightly by your elbows.

“S‘important,” It wasn’t really. It was just a heartwarmingly sweet video of his Goddaughter getting her nails officially done for the first time. He doesn’t know why he pulled you back toward him. He knows you didn’t like him and would rather breathe poisonous chemicals than the air surrounding him. But for some reason he needed you to know that he wasn’t texting some French model.

How did he mess up that bad?

“Sexting is more important than your life?” Your eyebrows lift as your eyes hang wearily at his dumb statement.

“Since when do y’care about my life?”

“I don’t. I care about other people’s lives. Which you endangered with your reckless driving!” Your shouts echo throughout the halls as the screams from the stands get more noisy and impatient for Harry’s arrival. “You have such a God-complex. Thinking you’re always right,” You grumble with a head shake.

“But if m’not right then that makes y’right, huh? So who really has the ‘God-complex’?” A smirk crawls up his face, arrogance inflating his ego. You huff under your breath, eyes squinting tiny daggers into his soul. Your skin boils with angered heat, fists bawling to contain it.

“Two minutes, Harry! Need you under the stage now!” A crew member jogs and calls for him across the way. Harry sincerely smiles in affirmation as the member slips back underneath the stage.

“Why do you act like you’re so high and mighty all the time? Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean you get to break the law!” You practically spit in his face.

“I break more things than you’d like to know,” He licks his lips with his unexpected innuendo, causing your heart to randomly speed up. His cocky attitude triggered you more than you would like to admit.

“That’s it! Your ego. Somebody needs to humble you.”

“I would say I’m quite humble. You are not.”

“Maybe that big ego is to make up for something,” You fire at him before he could continue to say a snarky comment back. You fold your arms as his face freezes and his words stop. He clicks his tongue as a psychotic laugh suddenly tumbles from his throat. You furrow your eyebrows at him concerningly.

“You are so fuckin’ in for it,” His voice is deep near your ear as he slips past you, jogging away. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you walked out into the arena, bursting with lively energy and high-levels of anticipation. As best as you could, you shake off the sound of Harry’s voice; demanding, alluring, and almost… lustful.

You approach one of your co-workers, who is also one of your best friends, and greet her with a fist bump. The barrier was surrounded by guards to begin with, so your presence probably wasn’t needed, but the cash was good for a night shift. And plus, the shows were extremely fun, even if they were for Harry Styles.

—

You might not care for Harry, but his fans were something else. Laughter bubbles up in your throat from reading their ridiculous and out-of-pocket posters.

The jumbo-tron pans to a large white poster that says ‘DADDY?’, causing Harry to shift his attention that way. He stares at the sign, holding back a devilish smirk that you knew all too well.

“Yes?” He says, smile breaking as his laughter echoes in the microphone. Everyone screams so ridiculously loud, you swear there wasn’t a single person silent. “All I can say is, yes?”

The fans continue to scream at his taunting and devilish behavior. Your mouth falls open and you gasp, wondering if it’s true or if he’s just doing it for the fans. You imagine using the name in bed, and heat rushes up to your face when you imagine Harry with you. If he was anything like he was on stage, he was probably into edging and choking as well. He constantly “edged” the audience and pretended to choke himself during one of his songs. Your eyes blur as your body begins to sweat from the lewd idea; Harry’s hand around your neck while he fucks you so deep your eyes are rolling back for a new reason other than his cockiness. You curse at yourself and rapidly shake your head because Harry was the last person you should be having dirty thoughts of.

As the night goes on, Harry eventually transitions into “Keep Driving”, which he has been waiting for all night. Ever since you and Harry’s conversation in the hallway, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He hasn’t forgotten the way your hand traced his abdomen and how warm your face felt under his fingertips. He especially didn’t forget your little comment. He peers at the back of your head as the intro starts, his hands resting tightly around the microphone. He starts singing, excitedly waiting for the bridge.

You actually really liked his music, and it frustrated you sometimes that he was so annoying because it made it hard to appreciate. However, as a new song begins you face your attention to the popstar smoothly singing the words.

“Passports and footwells, kiss her and don’t tells,” Harry sings, eyes gliding toward yours as he winks. A group of girls screams happily behind you, but you had a strange feeling it wasn’t for them. Your heart jumps as you watch his eyes drift away to other parts of the audience. You continue to watch him with squinted eyes and a chewed lip, trying to decipher why he just did that.

The entire crowd sings along to the absurd and random bridge, everyone putting their full heart into it. It was endearing to see so many people coming together to appreciate a common interest. A reason you loved this job was because you loved music, and every day it reminded you of how many people loved it just as much.

“Cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view,” Harry motions his hand towards his throat, pretending to choke himself. You notice how he pinches the sides without gripping all the way, wondering if he did that on purpose or not. When it comes to choking (as a sexual act), it is important to not fully wrap a hand around their neck, so they don’t… well, pass out or die. If he knew that, that must mean he’s into it…

His green eyes locked on yours for every word of that line, his mouth wide as he husked out the lyrics. You swallow, heart racing as familiar heat creeps up your neck. Before you could look away, he removes his hand from his own neck and points directly at you. Your eyes widen as you forget to breathe, coughing on your flusteredness.

What. The. Fuck?

With uneven and strangled breaths, you tell one of your co-workers that you feel unwell and need to use the restroom. He nods understandably and you jog to the nearest bathroom.

As Harry continues to perform, he notices you vanished. He wasn’t sure when, but your figure was no longer stuck standstill to the left of the stage after he finished Matilda and Little Freak. Something in him pangs with pain, but he assumes it’s from the depressing songs he just sang. He doesn’t have enough time to ponder and find the real answer because the delicate Satellite intro begins to play throughout the arena. He begins to sing just like he has all night, but he can’t keep his eyes from wandering to that empty gap between all the workers.

—

The iconic and chaotic screams of tonight become only a memory as the show ends. Thousands of stylish people begin to leave the arena safely with the help of security like yourself. However, you left the room right when the show ended because you were too unwell to say the least.

When you came back from the bathroom after Harry’s little choking charade, you came back to him dancing and singing as if nothing happened. As the night continued on, his enchanting eyes would hook onto yours for a second too long. Every time he strategically moved, hand sliding seductively down his torso or hips swaying sexily, his eyes would burn holes in your skin.

Saying you were flushed and flustered during the concert was an understatement; you felt like you were bathing in a sauna on a summer day. The anger that bubbled under your heated skin didn’t help in cooling you down; it only made you more furious that his little antics affected you so easily. You tried to deny the fact that he was looking directly at you by rolling your eyes, but when he did it more than occasionally with that infamous smirk on his face, it confirmed the theory.

You pushed through the authorized doors, sweating under your uniform. You were determined to find him and talk to him. In some twisted way, you felt like he had some power over you now. Like he had won this stupid little war you had. You knew he knew what he was doing, and you were sure he had an idea of how it made you feel. You didn’t like that.

When your blazing eyes discover his dressing room door, you pound your clenching fist against it. You don’t wait for him to answer before opening the door impatiently yourself.

“Harry—” Your words get caught in your throat as you eye the half naked man in front of you. Harry stands shirtless across the small room, sweat glistening on his tattooed skin as a towel rests upon his shoulder. He casually turns around, an unamused expression on his face. You gulp, pushing all your feelings down. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Harry asks innocently as he dabs the towel over his sheer skin. You try not to avert your eyes from his face, but he’s making it incredibly difficult to not look at his toned abs and arms.

“The hand! On the neck!” You whisper-shout at him as he nonchalantly strides closer to you and lays the towel on the couch. You remain angry as he stands in front of you with a guiltless look on his face.

“I beg your pardon?” He politely states with huge eyes, causing you to growl and nearly punch him in the mouth. Maybe if you did it hard enough, he would never talk again. You heavily considered it.

“Th-the choking thing!” You stumble over your words out of frustration. His body radiated heat that you were close enough to feel, heart pounding unwillingly in your chest from the sudden proximity.

“Ohh, you mean this?” Harry delicately rests his ringed hand over your neck, any word you even thought about saying got caught in your throat.

His fingertips press lightly against the pulses on your neck, metal digging into your skin delightfully. You attempt to swallow your saliva as your heart beats crazily. After a few seconds, your vision gets slightly dizzy and your heart stammers faster and faster. He releases the pressure, hand remaining lightly around your throat. You take heavy breaths, looking up at him as flames light up in your irises.

“Har—”

“Ah ah, no talking yet. I think you’ve done enough of that,” He demands deeply with a threatening press to your pulse. You obey with a heavy puff as he releases, not having much of a choice. Being right next to the door, his opposite hand twists the tiny lock, trapping you inside.

“Do you remember what you said before I went on?” As your mind flashes through the memories of tonight, you’re reminded of a handful of things you said to him. But you didn’t know which one he was referring to, so you shake your head. “My ego. You said it was so big it must make up for something. What did you mean by that?”

Your eyes widen as heat crawls up your skin quickly. Harry can feel you gulp against his hand as you remember the underlying reason behind the insult.

Harry knew what you meant, he just wanted to hear you say it. Your little bursts of anger gave him enjoyment and relief, especially after 15 shows working together. The acid that spat from your mouth always ignited a fire inside of him that he’s never felt from anyone else. He never understood it, but when he was on stage and saw how flustered you were, it finally clicked. Your little comment earlier gave him an opportunity.

“Your dick is small,” You grumble, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“What was that?”

“Your dick. Is. Small.” You emphasize every repeated word with an irritating puff. Like earlier, a psychotic chuckle elicits from his mouth, scaring you from his unknown thoughts.

“I don’t like your big, bratty attitude.”

“It’s nowhere near as big as your ego.”

With your words and his rippled laughter, the last thing you expected him to do was kiss you. It was sloppy and hungry as he ripped apart your jacket until the zipper broke. You gasp as it falls to the floor around you, allowing him to slip his tongue dangerously into your agape mouth. His lips move in rhythm against yours, teeth clanging with desperation. Your hands intertwine with his damp curls and you tug them viciously. A groan elicits from his throat as his hand tightens around your neck. He pulls away, both of you heaving from the intensity and heat.

“What the–”

“No talking. Got it, brat?” His grasp is strong against you, rings pinching your skin tastefully. Your cunt aches underneath the tight fabric of your uniform, frustratingly horny from his appeal. His muscles bulk as he chaotically unbuttons your pants, yanking them down thighs.

You hastingly flip off your shoes, cursing at yourself for giving into him. His rough palms on your skin set you on fire; shots of electricity soaring straight to your clit. The blinding pinches of his fingers around your throat create a pool of arousal in your panties, and it disgusts you how turned on you are from him.

“How wet are you right now?”

“Drier than a desert,” You lie through gritted teeth as he pushes you harsher against the wall.

“I’ll see about that.”

Following his own word, his free hand slips past your underwear and cups your pussy. A strangled noise leaves you at the feeling of his bare hand touching you so vulnerably. He has you at his mercy, for once not being able to fight back. Instinctively, you grind once over his rugged palm needily and he growls at your heavy arousal.

“Fuckin’ brat,” He spits, rubbing against your heat ferociously. For the first time tonight, you moan unwilling at his movements, hands grasping securely on his shoulder blades.

With a smug smirk, Harry continues to itch your clit, giving you a blissful friction that has your eyes rolling. Your stomach tenses as you bite your lip forcefully, containing all of your noises. You almost forget about his hand on your neck until he presses along your pulses. Stars begin to gloss over your vision as heated lust fogs up your mind. You feel your body float into the sky until you're seeing the clouds of pure ecstasy surround you.

As the burning blood runs through your veins again, you take a deep breath that causes you to moan out loudly. You slap a hand over your own mouth at your foolishness, knowing that anyone could hear you and know exactly what was going on.

You see, Harry is famous. He can get away with a lot of things like sleeping with a fan or maybe even texting and driving. But you, an average security worker, could not. If someone knew what you were doing right now, you’d be fired on the spot.

However, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as Harry slots a slender finger inside of you. You whimper at how easily he slipped it in. You were so fucking turned on, you could fix the drought. He simply curls his digit as you clutch around him, causing him to hiss.

Harry removes his hand from your panties, causing your eyes to shoot open and glare at him angrily. He brings your wetness up to his mouth and widens, sucking away all of your juices from his fingertips. Your chest heaves at the sight, exasperated and outraged that he’s having so much fun with this.

“For someone so hostile, you taste very sweet,” His taunts, making you growl. You try to push him off of you because you were sick of him. Sick of his games and sick of his ego. Way too sick of his ego. You didn’t have time for this. But he holds you secure by locking you to the wall with his hand. “Nuh uh, we’re not done just yet. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part. You know, where I show you you’re wrong.”

With a skillful hand, he unzips his trousers and tears your panties off your body. You gasp, shocked at how impulsive he’s being. He pushes his briefs down until they’re around his ankles. His cock springs free, large and leaking. His tip is pink followed by several veins running along the sides. You can see its neglect, aching and desperate– you can feel the pain. But your heart stammers wildly in your chest when you really comprehend his size. He was thick and bulky, but also long and lengthy. It almost looked fake because it was so surreal. People would pay big money for that, and having an idea of his income, maybe he had.

“Did you pay for that? Because there is no way,” You whisper breathily in the heated silence. He magically slips on a miraculous condom that he must have gotten while you were daydreaming in a haze. Of course, he just has condoms with him. He chuckles hoarsely and shortly as he leans closer toward your ear.

“All natural, baby,” He rasps from the aftermath of singing all night. His breath is soft and electrifying on your skin, causing your cunt to throb with undeniable desire.

His thumb rests on your pulsating clit, petting it delicately, unlike the roughness of his hand on your throat. Your thighs clench, sensitive because he’s being such a tease. He runs his fingertips over your wetness as more begins to leak out of you, his cold, metal rings grazing the skin of your inner thighs.

“What is taking you so long? Scared your fake dick is going to fall off?” You strangle out your snarky words from behind his choking grasp. He clenches his teeth in annoyance as he grips your supple thigh and hooks it around his hip.

“I was going to ask if you were ready, but since you want to be so impatient, I don’t really give a fuck anymore,” And with that, he thrusts inside of you completely.

Harry tucks himself deep in you, giving you no mercy with his vicious movements. Your nosy moan echoes throughout the tiny dressing room, but you didn’t have enough self-awareness to stop it. His thick cock stretches out your walls so deliciously, your pussy constricts snuggly around him. He groans at your tightness, wet and warm all around him. He plunges brisker into you, addicted to the feeling of your velvety cunt wrapping him.

Your legs tremble with his powerful propels. If he wasn’t pinning you with his cock wrathfully into the wall, you’re sure your legs would give out from underneath you. You squeeze your leg hooked on his hip, bringing him closer and deeper inside of you. You both share a collective groan at the new feeling, touching a place that sends you both into overwhelming bliss.

“Still small?” He husks smugly as his hand caresses the nape of your neck, controlling your pulses. Harry moans when you grind your hips into his, rubbing against his shaft mesmerizingly.

“I’m,” You try to contain your moan in order to drain his satisfaction, “unimpressed.”

“Really? How about I go deeper?” Like before, he lifts up your other leg, latching your body completely to his. You gasp as you leave the ground, hands digging into his shoulders brutally. He shoves you against the wall, fingers restricting your airflow as he slams into harsher than before.

Harry rams inside of you at a new angle, intensifying the pleasure to an even higher level than before. His thrusts are brutally quick, as if he was trying to win a race. Losing your grip, one of your hands falls down his crafted torso, tracing his toned and tattooed skin. Your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy as you lose reality. You feel your spirit leave your body; you swear you were dangling above yourself. With your lack of oxygen, the world slowly slips away from you in a lustful haze. If you died now, you would be beyond pissed because you were with Harry, but at least you had the best sex of your whole life.

But you would never, in a million years, tell Harry that.

His coarse hand drags down your abdomen, leaving a blaze in its trail. His rugged thumb circles hastingly over your bud, causing flashes of your orgasm to appear in view at the sensation. As your head begins to drop forward, Harry releases the blinding pressure from your neck and slams his hand on the wall to balance on. You desperately inhale, craving the oxygen to bring you back to the present.

When your stomach tightens and you squeeze around his length, it alerts you both that you were on the brink of your orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure from his cock doesn’t miss to prevail over you as he jabs your cunt with no sympathy. Your nails scratch along his butterfly tattoo that sits beautifully in between you both, almost too innocent to be involved in such a sinful act. The head of his shaft repeatedly hits your g-spot, eliciting loud cries from your mouth. He doesn’t try to quiet you.

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” Harry demands as he rocks and flicks his hips skillfully. You were too desperate and way too close to reply with a sassy remark. However, your mind flashes over the memory of tonight when Harry read that sign. That sign. You knew if you didn’t listen to him he would take it away from you.

You hated how he had so much control over you. But your body thought otherwise.

“You! You’re making me feel so good, Daddy,” Breathless moans and mewls tumble from your mouth as your climax shakes your whole body. “So deep.”

He growls heavily against your ear, your body vibrating from the effect. A devilish smirk haunts your lips at how affected he is by the simple name, and in some way, you felt like you had a centimeter of his control.

“Daddy, huh? God, you’re such a slut,” He grunts, squeezing the back of your neck as he twitches inside of you. “Am I still small? Hm?”

“N-no, you’re big, Daddy. So deep inside of me. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” You whine embarrassingly as your head shakes against the wall.

“Come, Y/N. Come all over my big cock,” He husks in your ear as you continue to thrash on the wall. To silence you, Harry catches your lips with his. Your pussy tightens around his length as your orgasm waves over you. Your body and mind submerges into a blissful fog as your climax surrounds him. His thrusts become languid and messy as he feels your cum soak his cock. Your tongue slips graciously along his pink lips, helping him finish. If you weren’t in an orgasmic haze, you would have walked out and left him edged.

With a string of profanities against your lips, his length spasms against your walls. His cum shoots into the condom, and within a few moments, his movements still.

Heavy breathing, hearts racing, muscles trembling, and sweat glistening, you two stand with your bodies pressed together. You swallow at the awkward aftermath because you didn’t think this far. You never even thought this was a possibility in any universe.

You just had sex with Harry. Oh shit.

He watches as you come to the realization. You quickly push him off of you and pull up your pants. You wince when you notice that you have no underwear because Harry tore them to shreds. Slipping on your shoes, Harry saunters over to his vanity and wraps a towel around his waist.

“Don’t act so terrified, Y/N,” His familiar cocky and nonchalant character was back like normal, and in all honesty, it gave you some type of comfort. His attitude gave you an excuse to be irritated and allowed you to shift away from the awkwardness that remained wrapped around your throat. Even if he was across the room from you now, you could still feel the tight grasp of his ringed fingers pinching your neck. You had a feeling that everything he did would now somehow remind you of sex with him.

“How are you so okay right now? Do you just do this with everyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“So you just bring people back here after every show and have sex with them?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N. No, I don’t do that,” He practically winces from your accusation, and you subconsciously relax your muscles at his denial. “Never done that actually.”

“So then what was this?”

“Technically, you came in here,” He pins you with a knowing look and you roll your eyes with a huff.

“Just so you know, no one can know about this, okay? And I know you probably couldn’t give less of a shit, but I could be fired,” Your jaw ticks as your eyes wander around the room, refusing to look at him directly.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise,” Although he is a cocky and sarcastic jerk, you can’t help but realize that his tone is one hundred percent genuine. With a simple nod, you take his word for it and start to exit the room.

“By the way, you owe me new underwear.”

“Anything you like in particular?” With your hand on the knob, you think for a moment.

“I want one of everything. I know it won’t even put a dent in your pocket, but I like to think that I did,” As his chuckle fills your ears, it becomes more and more distant as you exit the small room. Security and crew buzz around the hallways, shocking you frozen immediately. You’re praying that nobody saw you walk out of Harry’s room, let alone heard you five minutes ago.

“Y/N! There you are. Did you know that the crew had a prank war under the stage? It was so funny, God, you just had to be there. And I was laughing my ass off when Harry’s bus left without Harry,” Your co-worker pats your shoulder as she laughs. In any normal circumstance, you would join in on her hysterics, but a small gasp leaves your mouth as your hand covers your lips.

“They left?”

“Yeah. They always leave in a rush I guess,” She replies to your question and then rambles on about the pranks from the crew. Your head turns back to peer at Harry’s dressing room door. You notice that the little paper with his name has been removed from the slot.

Everything was too chaotic for anyone to know where he was.

Now, that’s hilarious.

You subtly giggle as you and your friend trail down the hallway. In the back of your mind, you imagine Harry sitting all alone in the room. He probably had a valet take his car, so now he had nothing. You assumed most of his belongings were on the bus, and maybe that even meant his phone. Impulsively, you tell your friend you have to go to the bathroom and turn around. You head back to his dressing room and enter without knocking this time. Unlike before, he’s fully dressed with an annoyed look on his face. You tuck your lips inside of your mouth, trying to contain your giggles at his irritation of the situation.

“You know they left? Without me? How do they even do that?!” You can’t hold it back anymore as your laughter ripples from you. You cover the noise with your hands, but it’s no use.

“They probably realized they don’t really like you anymore.”

“Oh, ha ha. So funny, Y/N,” Harry says facetiously and rolls his eyes as he stuffs everything in his small carry-on bag. “I feel like this is the moment where you offer me a ride.”

“Mm only if I get something out of it.”

“Anything you want I can probably get it, let’s just go,” He ushers you both out of the door and when you walk into the hallway this time, it’s empty. You don’t hear a peep as you trudge through the carpeted walkways all the way outside to the secure parking lot. You get to your car and you both slip inside when you unlock it.

“You know, I expected better from you.”

“I will leave you here,” You glare at him from across the console.

“I can get you a car. Do you want the one I was driving earlier? The red reminds me of how ferocious you are all the time.”

“You mean the one that you nearly killed me with? No thanks,” You shove the key into the ignition and reverse out of the deserted area. “You know, you never told me what you were actually doing on your phone anyway.”

“Oh, I was looking at a video of my Goddaughter. She was getting her nails painted,” He smiles softly, recalling the short clip of her pure happiness.

“Sounds adorable, but that was still wrong,” He groans and slams his head against the heat rest. You smile smugly in satisfaction as you speed through the empty roads of LA, completely contradicting your opinion.

His bus leaving was like perfect karma that was made to humble him. Maybe Harry wasn’t the worst person ever. As long as you had the wheel.

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Falling in Love

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- Just sweet, sweet fluff and a very light description of the anxiety that comes with falling in love.

A/N- This one, y'all, is a special one.

This fic celebrates more than one occasion. I published my first ever fic on this site on July 20, 2021. And this is also a goodbye to The Love On Tour which ends today, July 22. I chose (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n) for this, because it is the first universe I ever created, and Harry is a singer in this au, so that kind of fit as well. Also, you people never failed to show your favouritism when it came to any fic I posted in this 'verse -- I love you, and thank you so much for that. I'll be honest, this isn't the original the fic I wanted to post today, but I had to because somehow, I wasn't able to finish it in time. Maybe by the next weekend I'll have it finished, don't mark my words on that though.

So, I really hope you enjoy this fic, which depicts a scene from (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n)'s early stages of relationship, when they'd just started falling in love.

I love you and thank you, a LOT ;) -A.

A little out of breadth Y/n climbed in her car, immediately turning on the AC on full. It was a melting hot day in New York, and she couldn't be more frustrated.

Sitting in the car, she switched on her mobile data for her playlist to start singing. But just as she hit play, a text from Harry popped up on her screen, a smile stretching out on her mouth just in time. She scrolled down her notification bar to see what it was, and it made her sad, the fact that she couldn't smile any wider.

Obviously, he was trying to make her insides churn -- why else would he ask her: 'would you like some croissant, mon chouchou?' Her nose scrunched up as she let her head hit the headrest of the seat, trying to swallow down her screech of giddiness.

With fists clenched tight because there was no other way she could express her ecstasy right now, she allowed herself to open her hand and loosen-up her jaw. 'I'd very much love some! Where are you right now?' She texted back, hoping she could pick him up.

Driving out and straight onto the main lane, she stopped about mid-way through, the street packed with cars and bikes.

Y/n looked up once again, to make sure the traffic light really was red, and right as she was about to look back down, they turned green -- and this is the first time she's been mad about that. Tossing her phone on the passenger seat as she turned her car on the left, she hoped that Harry would reply before she reached the U-Cut.

And while her full attention was on the road, she couldn't help but look at her phone screen from the corner of her eyes. Should she just call him? She slowed down her speed, waiting and waiting and immediately stopping on the side of the lane when he finally texted back: 'Cornelia Street, why?'

Her whole face scrunched up in confusion, as she quickly typed: 'what the hell?' She hit send too quickly, but still kept on typing. 'it's like an hour away! how are you gonna make it? the metro-station will shut down soon!' She texted him again, starting her car again to start driving.

The quicker she reached him, the better. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to stop at a red light again.

'I dunno... maybe get an Uber?' Her screen lit up with his text. 'Anyways, which one do you want?' He texted again, this time attaching 2 photos.

Y/n lightly shook her head, not able to believe that she's going to be driving for an hour to pick up this weird man she seems to have developed a huge crush on, when all she wanted to do leaving the office was to pass out on the lovely forest green sofa in her living room. And she only gets more confused when she sees her phone light up from the corner of her eyes again.

'Pick up whichever one you're eating, H' she sent him a voice message, not careless enough to text him that while driving at this speed. But just as she turns on the next road, a groan rumbles from the back of her throat when she sees another traffic-jam. It sure isn't as hideous as the previous one, but it's making her late, nevertheless.

Rien Que Toi et Moi started playing on low volume in the car as she picked her phone again, going straight to the text Harry had sent her.

'okay, you're clearly too busy to type 'gruyere croissant'. So, I will buy it for you even though I'm taking a chocolate one' was the first text, and the next one made her grin quite wide in slight embarassment. It said, 'Cause someone needs to be sweet to keep your salty ass sane'

'Don't get all grumpy with me now, we both know you can't live for even a day without salt' she texted back, chuckling already. 'And don't book any taxi, I'm on my way to pick you up!' She wrote again, now suddenly embarrassed.

This time, she threw her phone on the seat for once and for all, determined to stop only when she's on Cornelia Steet.

And as she drove, her mind was still on Harry. It hadn't escaped her, the fact that he remembered her favourite croissant, and knew she wanted that one only, even when she didn't say so. She knows that he too knows he'll be eating half of hers and then offer her a half of his'. Staying with her, he'd grown to like a lot of her favourites.

But what he's surely got to notice, is that a lot of his favourites, are now Y/n's as well. It's more than often that she's caught doing things that he loves to do, learning about things that he always talks to her about. And she remembered something flashing in his eyes when she told him that she's only doing it so that she can chat a little more about it with him.

Driving with her window rolled down, Y/n slowly and slowly felt herself calming down and little by little, falling for Harry -- with his little quirks and habits that make him who he is. But still there was a slight tightness in the midst of her chest that frightened her, a little alarm that always went off blaring every time her eyes landed on Harry, screaming at her to turn around, that she still had time, and her heartrate would go impossibly high.

But she knew, she had nothing to lose. The most that could happen was that he'd break her heart and people will stop murmuring about how she's got some colour in her face and a small smile on her mouth every time she walked by. And the gossips about her being cold-hearted would return. She didn't have anything more to lose and for some weird reason whenever she saw Harry, something inside her, maybe her heart, pointed at him and whispered without a pause in her ears, 'that's the one, that's the one.'

It's when she passes the board-sign with 'Cornelia Street' written across it that she parks on the side of the lane again. Picking up her phone, she texts Harry 'I'm in front of the 'Books and Lattes' cafe. Where are you?'

And it was like Harry was already on his phone because he responded right away. 'Should be visible on the first zebra-crossing you stop at!' his text said, and all of a sudden, a hint of giddiness bubbled inside her at the realization that finally she'll be seeing him.

And Y/n did see him, just as she slowed down as she neared the crossing. She looked to her left fist, out the passenger side window and in a split second her eyes found the pair of forest-green eyes that she longed to take a walk in all the damn time.

His Cheshire-cat grin so charming, it felt as though he had aimed it straight at heart, as he walked towards her. And just to poke fun at him, she didn't unlock the door -- rolling down the window instead. He waved at her with a dimpled smile, just a few steps away and as he went to open the door, "hey there, beau" she teased.

Harry rested his elbows on the sill, looking at her with a mockingly intense gaze. "Lose your croissant or unlock the door," he said quickly and laughed at her groan as he went to sit beside her. "I'm hurt that you'd choose a croissant over me!"

"I'm surprised that you're surprised," Y/n said, while backing up just a bit to turn into the other lane.

She heard him sigh and then saw him dramatically rub his forehead. "Disappointed, but not surprised," he said.

"Oh, c'mon darling-"

"I'm not your darling when 'm pissed at you!"

Letting out an amused laugh, she intertwined their hands in the heat of the moment, and that same old alarm went off blaring. "Now look who's being salty," she stated as a matter of fact, shaking her head when Harry muttered, 'you're never going to let that go, are you?'

And somewhere on the inside, a little voice in her head mumbled, "uh oh, I'm falling in love."

Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

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abbystromboli · 12 days ago

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ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕪𝕛𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - 𝔻.𝕄 (𝕡𝟙)

AN: so when I was younger I wrote this and posted it. Now I rewrote it bc it SUCKED when I first wrote it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor reader (year six!)

note: Y/n is Harry's only sister <3

genre: fluff!

Draco Lucius cutsie patootsie malfoy: green

y/n Lillian Potter: orange

others: blue

warnings: this is the first chapter so its really just for the plot, nothing big here! maybe swearing. lmk if theres anything I missed!

Summery: when Ron and Harry and Y/n get bored and decide to prank Malfoy via. polyjuice potion and Malfoy accidentally says something incriminating about his romantic life, things between Him and y/n take a turn away from the norm...

"get your asses out here... I can't believe I let you guys convince me to do this..." you mutter, slumping against a cold tile wall in moaning myrtles bathroom. you'd just finished taking your dosage of polyjuice potion, turned into the pug-faced form of pansy Parkinson, and are starting to question your decision to help your brother Harry and his best friend Ron prank their least favorite sixth year, Draco Malfoy. Personally, you don't have any problem with the guy, other than his constant asshole-ery, his bullying of your brother, and the way he disrespects muggleborns, as long as he stays in his lane, you stay in yours. Nevertheless, Here you were. No going back now.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

"pureblood" Ron muttered to the painting of a snake that sat at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, and as it swung open, so did Harrys mouth, about to inquire as to how Ron knew the password, but he was interrupted by Ron,

"I kind of.... well, fucked a Slytherin, just a little bit! it was super low key and.... and.... oh for gods sake harry don't look at me that way... Y/N I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING AND IF YOU TELL HERMIONIE I'LL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN!"

the Slytherin snake hissed down at them, clearly annoyed at their delay at entering. stepping in they were greeted by Daphne Greengrass, who muttered something about Draco throwing some sort of fit and being in his room.

"wow" you murmured, walking into the massive dorm that Draco's father had acquired for him by donating an insane amount of gold to Hogwarts. your thought was cut off thought, by Draco groaning from a sofa in the corner.

"where the fuck where you guys? you seriously aren't even concerned at my condition?!?" although you hadn't ever felt any sympathy towards Draco, something about the idea of him being sick stressed you out.

"what? you didn't get a full eight hours of beauty sleep?" snapped Harry before he could stop himself.

"Goyle. get your idiot self out of here right now, you looked just like Harry Potter when you said that." spat Draco, his insanely pale self burning red in anger. Harry slowly got up, clearly shocked on how he'd just been cheated out of his own prank within the first minute. It caught you off guard, the way he said Harry Potter instead of the usual "Pottah" that you constantly heard Draco yelling at your brother whenever the Gryffindors and Slytherins shared classes. Anyways, you were glad he didn't have any problem with you, he definitely didn't seem like a fun person to have a feud with.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

after a long rant about how he thought that only Purebloods should be admitted to Hogwarts, you could barely stifle a gasp, seeing that even though the hour was only half over, Ron's hair was turning ginger again. Nudging him, you whispered your concern into his ear, quickly making him stand up and mutter something to the effect of "I gotta shit."

once Ron had waddled out, Draco turned his attention to you for the first time.

"that prat probably ate something those Weasley twins are selling. Now, I wanted to talk to you about... you know, my condition" your breath hitched, you hoped that it was an ailment that you could help him with, because if not, your cover would be blown.

"oh yeah, anything new?" you ask, praying to Godrick that he'd say something that'd make you know what his sickness was. fortunately, he did say something pretty easy to decipher, although it make you sick to your stomach with guilt that you'd done something wrong.

"I swear to Salazar, if that...that... Potter girl has the audacity to talk to me, look me in the eyes, breath my air, or be in the same room as me one more time, I'm Avada Kadavraing myself."

"Remind me again why she upsets you so much, Draco?" you asked, earning a quizzical glare from Draco.

"Pansy. we've been through this, don't make me repeat myself again. I bet you love seeing me suffer through this, don't you? But you wont be earning more satisfaction from me talking about it anymore. Im not giving you that joy anymore."

Determined to get the information as to why you are so unbearable to him, you decide to dive more into Pansy's personality. Grabbing his arm with a jerk, you raise your voice.

"Draco Mother fucking Malfoy. you tell me right now, or I'll spike your goblet, and no one will ever find your body."

" My god Pans, why do you always resort to threatening me?!?! my father its going to hear about it if you do that ever again, anyways... I guess its just..." your breath hitched with anticipation, even though you dreaded hearing what Draco hated about you, it had taken so much prying to get this answer that you couldn't help but be excited for his answer.

"her hair, her eyes, her voice, her entire demeanor really, the way she stands apart from Potter, (I mean, I didn't know they were siblings until Mcgonagall shouted her name at our sorting) She spends so much time with guys, too much. I doubt that her friendships with Longbottom and the Weasley Twins are actually platonic... at least I don't see how at least one of those whores couldn't love her... I fucking swear, if they try anything with her, Ill pull the same stunt I did with Mcglaggen in fifth year"

Your breath hitched. Damn. Last year Cormac Mclaggen had made, well... unreciprocated advances on you. You'd been so pressured that you'd agreed to go on a date with him to Hogshead, just to shut him up. By some grace, (Which you now knew to be Draco,) he had been struck by so many jinxes from all angles (probably the work of Draco's Slytherin friend group) that he wasn't able to leave the hospital wing for a month.

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸

it had taken a while to get out of his dorm, once he opened up about how much he couldn't stand you, he went on a roll, micromanaging everything from your hair to your bloodline. Finally you left, and with very little time to spare, as the polyjuice potion was already wearing off.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy has a crush on me.... why?" these where the thoughts that you fell asleep to that night, after having a laugh with Harry and Ron about how stupid Malfoy was (in which you conveniently left out the fact that he had accidentally told you that he fancied you.)

the next morning, after breakfast, You and the Golden Trio headed to Herbology, the only class other than potions that you shared with the Slytherins. You had made up your mind that morning while eating your breakfast that you'd make a definite point to make Malfoy's life a living hell today.

"you all will have to take a partner to help re-pot these astounding plants." announced Professor Sprout, and you immediatley take the opportunity to scootch into the seat next to Malfoy, greeted by an expression on his face that was a mix of hate, admiration, and confusion.

"Potter, shouldn't you be over with your Gryffindors?" he started, in an attempt at a sneer but with his voice softer than usual, even though he was attempting to make it come out as a snide remark. His eyes were wondering over to where Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all looking at you confusedly.

"Can't Malfoy, everyone else is taken!" you chirped with a grin, setting your bag on the ground next to you. The whole class was amazing. The pleasure of seeing his pale face burn red whenever he passed you anything, or if you accidentally touched hands. He did, however make many snide remarks, but you were able to fight back via giving him butterflies in every way possible. It was almost good enough punishment for his six years of being an asshole to you.

after an hour, you were finally dismissed. as you stuffed your belongings into your bag, a hand larger than your own rested on your waist, pulling you in so that you could hear a whisper that was so faint it was barely distinguishable.

"Potter, are you aware of how pissed your brother is? We're going to need to do this again, soon," you looked up into his gray eyes, and smiled to yourself at how amused he looked. Sure, he was using pissing harry off as an excuse, but I dont really care, do I?

#draco #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco x y/n #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #harry potter fandom

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lsleofthelost · 3 months ago

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once again, im here with set pictures, info from the set designer, Mark Hofeling, and my own commentary on it. this time, i wanna share stuff on Isle of the Lost from Descendants 2.

post about Isle of the Lost in part one

post about Maleficent's castle

Ursula's Fish and Chips Shoppe:

About Ursula's place: "Like all the imprisoned villains on the Isle of the Lost, Ursula has had to find a way to make ends meet. Thus her Fish and Chips Shoppe is right at the tide line of the prison island. I wanted the feel of a faded old carnival attraction, still alluring despite its decay."

"Uma (China Anne McClain) and her pirate gang, including her trusted lieutenants Harry Hook (Thomas Doherty) and Gil (Dylan Playfair) rally to take back what is theirs in Uma's mother's dingy tidal pool of a Fish and Chips Shoppe."

"A detail of the menu board and specials in Ursula's Fish and Chips Shoppe."

i think this gives us info on the money on the Isle. there are two units, m and n, and there are a 100n in 1m. i think the prices are comprable to us dollars back like 30-40 years ago? which further supports my theory that the Isle is stuck in the past, in the time of their imprisonment. the menu itself has some genuine regular items, like fish cakes, dumplings, but most of them are isle specials, like pond scum, shell smell, and gulf goo. which i think is hilarious considering Ursula and Uma still just serve them whatever.

"A detail of Uma's coral throne."

Isle of the Lost:

"A view of Low Tide Lane on the Isle of the Lost. Having been an isolated prison island for decades now, the idea was that every slat and board is on its 9th or 10th life, and every object not screwed down had changed grubby hands hundreds of times."

they kept the dirty candy colour palette! and i love how they truly kept to the 'everything is used and stolen 10 times over' philosophy.

this is the Bazaar, which is another market on the Isle. there is one in the main square and then this is the one closer to the docks, we can see Mal riding through it in D2. here, we once again see the money measurement. and i think it's intereting to see that crab and potatoes are priced higher than other things. i also like the 'satisfaction no guaranteed' sign.

Curl Up and Dye:

"Drizella's Curl Up and Dye on the Isle of the Lost is where Mal and Evie load up on chemicals for their showdown with Uma's pirate gang. So more than a hair salon as absurd as the rest of the Isle, it also had to be a repository for all kinds of chemistry and alchemy. The idea here was that out of every 100 of young Dizzy's experimental, chemical beauty concoctions, 99 blow up."

"The ever-unpredictable dye distillery."

"A detail of the dry chemistry set up."

i like that the base for this is a rough finish, like a construction before any renovation. and then its just neon splashes and broken mirrors from Dizzy's experiments. also i like the note that it's more chem lab than a salon.

Rotten four's hideout:

"The VK's hideout was always a place of respite from their raging and overbearing parents. It's where the VK's purloined all the best stuff on the Isle, and where Mal perfected her street art. "

this is Mal's room! which confirms for me that she doesn't live with her mother, at least not full time.

im kinda sad that we didn't get a view of the side with all those board games (kitchen, i think?) but even just these pictures are full of interesting details! as far as i saw only Mal's and Jay's 'Long Live Evil' tags are on the walls, i think it's because it was theirs first. i like the thorns that are circling the walls, like Maleficent's thorns around Sleeping Beauty's castle. they have some kind of an old school sound system, too! which i can i assume they use when throwing parties. and there are bikes, probably repaired 10 times over, but prised nonetheless. also, i thought that the green lamp in Mal's room is a hookah lol

Uma's ship:

"Uma and her pirate gang rule the rotting docks and rocky edge of the Isle of the Lost."

"Uma's HQ is this ruined pirate ship. After all the Disney Villains were relocated to the Isle of the Lost, all the ships that brought them were scuttled and they were all locked behind an enchanted barrier. So this is one of many wrecks in these waters, including the sails of the ship, rammed into her side. We found real tall-ship riggers for this work, and they used 10,000 feet of rope in the process."

i love that they really rigged that ship! i think it's a detail that shows that Uma's pirates are real professionals.

"This photo shows the "rickety" and treacherous landscape of the rotten docksides. This became the setting of a 20 person melee to rescue King Ben and escape the Isle and Uma's vengeful clutches."

we can see Uma's 'We ride with the tide' tag in the bg, signifying that this is her territory.

there are a lot of cool details but what i'm focusing on here are the old school washing machines, again showing us how the Isle is frozen in time. im assuming theyre on the docks because this is where the water is.

i am looking to make another post with details from D3, here's hoping i'll get to it sooner than i did this follow up

#laila.txt #isle of the lost #there are also cool views of Auradon on the website but im such an Isle fan lol

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startanewdream · 1 year ago

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#29 - Silence for @jilymicrofics

The world is quiet here.

Pink clouds tint the sky, just above the canopy of the dark green pines. A chilling breeze comes, arises goosebumps on her skin, but Lily does not move.

Godric's Hollow is quiet on Autumn afternoons. The delighted summer tourists are gone, no more sounds of a blend of idioms through the streets and markets; they will be back only by Halloween, and then later, for Christmas. It's an old village and it feels so in between seasons, when everything seems to stand still for a moment. Waiting.

A small sigh breaks the silence, but it's just Harry; he turns in his sleep, and she adjusts him in her arms so he won't wake up. He is dreaming, and she vows to let him sleep peacefully as long as she can; even after, she hopes.

A few steps down the lane, she spots James coming back from this quick trip to the forests with a few tree branches. He vowed to make Harry a playground, and he's starting with a swing; no magic, he promised. On a better time, Lily would say it's for the challenge; nowadays she thinks it's to keep him busy, give him something to do while they wait.

James does not enjoy quiet days; it does not suit him. Her husband was made for loud laughter, applause, friends gathered around the table, with the sound of glasses toasting and happy conversation. He hates the silence and their solitude; but James doesn't say anything, he never complains.

"I love you," she whispers to him when he is near; it's the first sound that breaks the stillness of the place in hours.

His face softens; he lets down the branches—quietly, slowly, as to not disturb Harry—and then he holds her face, watching her with adoration and fondness for a moment before James dives in and brushes his mouth against hers.

A silent kiss. It burns all the same; longing and love battle inside her, and Lily wants to cling desperately to him and never let go. But James breaks away; his thumb caresses her cheeks for a moment, and his gaze says all she needs to hear before he departs, letting her enjoy her moment.

I love you too.

#Jily #Jilymicrofics #James gives him the silence she needs #Lily gives him the words he needs #don't know if this all shows here #sorry if it's a mess

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armyangxls · 5 months ago

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delicatebluebirdruins · 2 days ago

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The screaming staircase reread

notes made whilst reading my paperback copy of the book

also the foreward where Stroud talks about the show and his first image of the story has me feeling so many things (I love this bookmark so much)

16th October 2024

3 I love the opening

4 Lockwood’s sillyness

5 “I spied a movement: something shifting in the halls black depths”

6 “all the usuals emotions featured” glad that the law states part was give to Lockwood in the show

9 “when entering the house…” I love this bit and the house description and “halls, landings and staircases are the arteries and airways of any building”

Bright death-glow, the landing on top feeling would never come across on screen “then we find ourselves a ghost”

15 ‘It’s the simple things that matter most”

16 “already checked everything back in the office’ did you though?

17 “lamplight glimmered darkly in his flop of hair” and “irony is cleverer”

17th October 2024

19 Harry Crisp

20 “she felt as if something was looking for her, that it knew she was there, but couldn’t find her…”

23 “a nail being hammered into wood” love the implications for this because how would Annie know the process of what Fairfax did to conceal his crime?

27 “scary things with your eyes” don’t blame George

29 “I saw a girl sanding there”

31 I love the terms being explained even though we have a glossary

33 Lucy’s sing song voice

37 Iron to the face.

40 “It’s my responsibility”/ “to make bad decisions?” Lmao “Sun coming out, Lockwood’s glare softened to a grin”-> what tipped you off that Mr Hope was a geologist?

47 knocked the filings

51 “She was prettier than me”… “she looked to be like the kind of girl I’d always instinctively disliked” internalised misogyny Ding! Ding!

53 description of body

55 “would you call that even the slightest bit controlled? Nope I would not”

18th October 2024

57 the locket! I love this description

60 “sooty grin”… “suspended together between heat and cold”

66 Highgate Terror and the Mud Lane Phantom

68 the terror of the abuse not being finished with death… seven girls? Lucy is baby

72 Penny Nolan + pretty field of flowers

73 mustard coloured jackets and first sunrise corporation

74 Fittes Manual for Ghost-hunters; all sisters apart from Mary left home; advancement and ambitions; all her team died as “Jacob began to lose his nerve” (you know in the show they changed the name to Moorgate Mill? Real place in Wessex apparently)

80 “more accurate” piss off and an update on what happened to the mill and leaving for London

19th October 2024

84 corner shop my love

87 Umbrellas, walking sticks and rapiers

88 Lockwood smile, green and white spotted handkerchief “Almost here”

90 Murton Colliery Horror

92 “when he smiled at me, a warm light seemed to suffuse the room”

97-98 blessed scene- did the Skull first and the three (good, bad and indifferent) at the same time

100 “don’t care wave”

104 attic and more books

106 I love this bit in the show with the gag of Lucy pushing the lid and revealing the insult (It would have been funnier if George called Lockwood out on the time change or cases messed up)

108 Joe and Esmeralda (their namesakes Marissa’s ghosts) we can have them in the show it would just be them getting repaired

110 Uncle Lockwood- Hey Kensal Green!

112 I love Lucy talking about Lockwood and complaining about George

115 “Walking into darkness with Lockwood at my side”

119 dismissing his grandchild Lockwood’s pointed questions (spiders attracted cats repelled)

124 Clever Lucy wish we could have seen this scene in the show

128 love Cameron delivering this line in the show “you’d think…” love the talk about George

Part three the Necklace

133 “like dragon scales”

135 I wish this scene was in the show. Lockwood talking to Lucy and telling her they're going to the hospital. Alas we might have got it if Netlflix wasn't allergic to anything more than eight episodes (or the episodes were longer)

138 “adrenalin in the ambulance and stopped the rot”

140 Lucy don’t be dense hate this scene

143 how big a reward? Is it still applicable?

146 I am so glad this storm cleared

20th October 2024

153 “Barnes liked the rules more than most”… “inexpressibly old”

156 four weeks to two in the show and Barnes dissmissal of other cultures (so really upping the stakes in the show)

158 “it’s easily started by grotesque shapes” George!

160 now people cancelled the cases… did she?

165 “I messed up and disaster followed”

168 ghost-fog is so cool and Annie is so creepy here

172 “the smiley giraffe” 173 George is so funny

180 "maybe I just wanted to save something of her, so she wouldn't be completely lost..."

183 "this necklace is more significant to Annabel Ward than her own bodily remains..."

185 wanting to save Annie... how hot was the Sheen Road fire?

191 Lockwood requests and asks her to connect with Annie's memory

195 "marks of their profession and status"

200 here here George "I say it's a crime to refuse free food"

201 Gibbet hill?

203 Lockwood's wolf like smile

205 the moment that sparked a number of questions all boiled down to did Kipps know Jessica and like her? (personally I think they were friends)

207 Love this bit "almost got it Kipps" wish we got to Jack Bandeira jump around a bit in the show

209 a note of when this begins again Hugo Blake is 100% guilty

216 I want a mint

218 "doesn't really add anything" LOCKWOOD WHAT

219 Lockwood's aesthetically long coat hindering him again

21st October

222 casually threatening children

225 "she was so radiant it was like the other-light was already on her"

232 potential murderer

237 "this was our house, our home"

240 I like the change in the show "can I offer you some tea" intruder using the ghosts as distractions and weapons

255 Compliments on ghost-wards

258 ingratiation with the trio

265 missing boy of the Fittes team :(

271 George and Lucy team up

273 Lucy's scary eyes

278 "obviously guilty" HOW? (I really want to know Lockwood's thought process as it so obvious that he was suspecting Fairfax quite early on)

282 the Skull? "talking quietly in the next room" (when Lucy is showing Annabel the group* picture) I wonder how this story would have changed if the Skull was heard by Lucy earlier on? how many more insults would we get?... as I was typing this up I came to ask myself am I the Skull? when reading this book? and the answer might very well be yes

*good idea she should have got a copy and cut it up and just showed the other people one by one see what happens

284 worried Lockwood is my favourite

287 *sarcasm* I wonder who else is in the picture

22nd October 2024

289 Lmao Lucy

291 dear Cousin Throckmorton (i had the exact same reaction the first time I read the book)

292 ululation is a word I forgot the meaning of (and all I could think looking at it is Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds)... I love a map... blackface of course the crimes Fairfax has commited is varied for sure

294 "not really relevant" but isn't it though? not a thought in this girls head honestly

302 "Lucy's terribly jaded"

309 "the house was just the gate"

313 Lockwood's customer service voice must be great. It has to be.

315 another puzzle piece

320 "we worked together" a well you say? well, well, well

324 Lockwood talking about what type of man Fairfax is "a dreadful one isn't it obvious?" to me? Yes both times I've read the book and even without watching the show first. George and Lucy however? not so sure it is

23rd October 2024

328 disconcertingly bright death-glows

332 "I didn't like it's face"

334 clever George

337 Lockwood not believing in the Screaming Staircase

345 hello smell of blood

347 more bright death-glows

348 "It looks like blood, it smells like it. it'll do as blood for me" (I like the show altering this line a little bit to make it run better)

353 lmao Lockwood "You're a girl aren't you meant to be more sensitive"

362 those poor cats- hey Lucy does have a brain it just took a minute to catch up

365 poor little boy "his other-light lit nothing but himself"

368 I love this converstation and Lucy being pleasant about it

372 "Lockwood was too good a leader to ignore so strong a warning"

377 "it had come from the locket... A burst of energy" Aw Annie is trying to help

378 Lockwood "No Lucy, that's not the way it's going to be"

385 funny George... don't worry Lucy will slap Lockwood you just have to wait a bit

386 Castle Sherbourne? 388 Lockwood noticing the smoke

389 Fairfax a self made man my aunt fanny

393 "Don't give me that. You had no idea" George might have actually and just didn't share it like Lockwood did

394 "she was an actor too... she'd had a promising acting career, but had given it up because of... something or other"

400 Lockwood is cool, calm and collected

402 "feel free to shoot the girl' Lockwood said something, but I didn't hear what" okay what did Lockwood say?

406 "pretentious, self-regarding sort of fellow"

407 "Will Fairfax" the acting name but Will Fairfax ever grow up?

409 "passion between them" concealment and performance of secret relationships...

412 Forgot? Good for Annie though

413 Clever Lockwood sending a message to Barnes (also why did DEPRAC show up in the show?)

415 Grebe seeing and recognising the silver glass and going "uh oh"

421 Starkins being spooked by DEPRAC is so funny

424 Barnes is so great "in keeping with tradition, Inspector Barnes managed to remain deeply annoyed with us while grudgingly congratulating us on a job well done."

425 Lockwood defending his choices and the "fullest most radiant smile" is so great

427 prep school nice (have fun kids)

428 Sad "His name was Sam McCarthy. For the record, he'd been twelve years old." (I do love the show for having Penelope approached and thanked the trio personally and having them attend the funeral as well)

431 party time hello "harp"

433 "we met each others eyes, smiled, and looked away"

435 I LOVE Lucy telling Lockwood about the Mill Incident

437 I giggle quite a bit at Lucy going "I don't need lights" and immediatly trips over a box

439 Lucy has no time for your nonsense

440 Lockwoods laugh and how well Lucy knows him "He'd thrown his head back, I could tell"

#lockwood and co #george cubbins #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #the screaming staircase reread #lockwood library #if i repeat myself then sorry #I know there's a readathon going on but bit late for that with the first book

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