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harrysgoldrush · 4 years ago

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and they were roommates {h.s} part x

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A/N: so sorry for the wait my loves, I hope you enjoy!! and thank you thank you @soullikestyles for inspiring me and keeping me going xx

harry’s first solo concert was a success. there was no other way to say it and you couldn’t be more proud. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t cried along with anne and gemma, immensely overwhelmed with how great harry was. his album hasn’t even been out for that long and yet it seemed like the whole world was singing with him. you had never experienced anything like that in your life, an overwhelming sense of price.

of course you had been there when he was working on the album, he had shown you the songs and taken you to the studio and in turn, you had held his hand the minute the album was released, shouting with joy as jeff opened a bottle of champagne.

he was clearly emotional as well, frozen in awe when the audience sang loud and clear for him. you wanted him to always look that happy, eyes wide and smile blinding as he watched everyone around him.

as soon as harry finished his encore, it was a rushed madness to safely get backstage, gripping gemma’s hand tightly as anne pushed towards one of the venue workers who was glad to lead you back to the greenroom.

the band was all standing in the hallway, listening to the cheering audience that was slowly clearing out as the stage was being taken down. you spotted harry immediately, his floral jacket slung over his shoulder as he kicked at the ground, talking to adam with furrowed brows.

as anne whistled to the group, they all turned and gemma was quick to tackle her brother.

sarah came running to you immediately, her smile wide as she pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

“sarah, you were absolutely amazing! how was it for you guys?”

smoothing her ponytail, she tried to shrug coolly before bouncing on the balls of her feet. “oh awesome. really awesome. we could have played all night.”

“hang on, let’s not give jeff ideas,” mitch was cracking a rare smile as he pulled you into a hug, ruffling your hair as he asked, “was this as exciting as those book booze ups you’re always taking harry to?”

laughing, you pretended to think before playfully shoving at the taller guitarist. “those are for work, mitch. harry just likes the catering company so we always go. but this might have been just a bit more interesting.”

while you spoke to the two, you were keenly aware of harry making his way to you, kissing his mum on the cheek before murmuring something to her. you pretended not to notice harry slide up beside you but your smile betrayed you when he grabbed at your hand lightly and began playing with your fingers, his head ducked as he focused on his quiet task.

“sorry, i’m actually waiting for my roommate,” you were grinning at him, surprised when you felt tears growing in your eyes as harry looked up at you with his soft smile and gentle gaze. “he’s a huge fan, sings your songs almost every day. i hate to say it but he’s almost better than you.”

he was covered in sweat but practically glowing, his face lighting up the moment you began to tease him.

“oh sorry, must’ve thought you were my roommate, she flew out from new york to see me but must’ve gotten lost, she has no sense of direction,” he played alone, slapping a hand over his eyes as he stepped back, feigning embarrassment. “shame though, was thinking about inviting you to my after party.”

laughing, you grabbed at harry, pulling him into a tight hug as you said, “i’ve changed my mind, take me with you please!”

his arms stayed tight around your waist, his chest shaking from his own quiet laughter before he pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline. “mum said you cried during the show?”

your cheeks grew hot as you glanced towards the woman who had shared confidential information, having been sworn to secrecy after catching you wiping away quiet tears while harry spoke to the audience; you had started crying the second he stepped on stage.

“we all did, it was hard not to,” leaning back, you tilted your head as you studied him. “i’m really proud of you harry. that was phenomenal. what did you think?”

“audience was good. felt nice. better now that you’re here though.”

you were growing dizzy with every sweet word and meaningful glance and you were sure you would melt in his arms if not for jeff shouting, “c’mon folks, the quicker we work with tech the sooner we can head to our hotel.”

harry gave you that funny look he had been giving you the last few days before grabbing your cheeks, pecking your forehead dramatically before he joined his band, disappearing down the hall with a cheeky grin.

it was anne that pulled you back from space, making you jump as she took your arm gently. “let’s go, pet. after you and gems drop me off, you two can meet with them.”

the car ride was quiet, you could tell anne was still tired from the flight over. gemma had turned the radio off as soon as the car turned on, eager to hear how you had been since the last time you had met back when Harry had first finished the album.

"harry won’t stop telling us about that book of yours, you’ll have to send me a copy. from what i’ve heard it’s absolutely broken my heart."

gemma was speaking in a hushed tone, eyes filled with quiet excitement as she nodded her head toward anne who was already asleep before you had even left the parking garage.

"tomorrow morning mum'll be asking you for an advanced copy; we almost have to get one with the way our boy’s been acting; he needed to talk to someone but didn't want to bother you with all the reviews that were coming in."

"really? so he liked it?"

"babe, i haven’t seen my brother in weeks and all he’s said to me since i landed was about you and your book. i think it’s a bit more than just liking it.”

the rest of the car ride was filled with nervous smiles and knowing looks. anne was out of the car before you had fully parked, mumbling sleepily that she needed a shower before hugging and kissing you both, fully expecting to see you at brunch to discuss your book tour.

surprisingly the hotel was fairly empty as you helped gemma carry her bags, thankful jeff had sent yours there earlier. by the time the two of you had changed into more comfortable clothes, anne was passed out diagonally on the bed and harry was texting you, begging you to hurry up and get upstairs.

"you spoil him, babe," gemma had teased, pulling you into the elevator with her. you were wearing a floral button up crop top with light washed jean shorts, phone and hotel card sitting securely in gemma’s purse. despite her evident jet lag, gemma was bouncing up and down on her heels, black spaghetti strap top and skinny jeans creating a perfect balance of runway ready and after party prep.

harry was notorious for his drunken antics, with you having had to act as babysitter for plenty of exciting nights this past year. you had learned the hard way not to wear your favorite sweater or a short dress around him, it never ended well.

when gemma nudged you, effectively pulling you back to earth, you hummed in confusion causing her to laugh.

"i’m just saying that the two of you bend over backwards for each other. not that that's a bad thing, he clearly loves all your attention. you both just seem really happy. honestly i'm surprised he hasn't declared his undying love for you yet, you two just make sense."

your cheeks were beginning to burn as you laughed defensively. "i am very lucky to have clicked with harry the way i did. i feel like i’ve known him my whole life. but i don't see anything like that in our cards. we both needed a friend when we met and i wouldn't change that for the world."

gemma's eyes narrowed but she was soon smiling with excitement as the doors opened to reveal harry donning a sparkly party hat with three solo cups balanced carefully in his hands.

he had changed into dark jeans, his grateful dead shirt faded but fitting just right as he lifted his eyebrows and pulled a confused face, his breath already smelling like tequila and something else.

"did you go to the wrong hotel or something? it's been ages since i've seen my two best girls!”

gemma simply laughs, shoving at her younger brother as you chide playfully, “you’re an absolute goof, harry styles.”

the styles siblings were practically glowing, basking in each other’s presence in a way that you’ll always love. they have a secret language, one similar to yours with harry, but one that has been years in the making, something so effortless and fascinating and something you could only hope for.

before you’re even able to catch on, gemma has left you two alone and harry is gently handing you a cup that is filled to the brim. “hope you don’t mind, i might’ve poured a bit too much.”

“i need to catch up with you anyways” your shrug makes his eyes light up, more mischievous than usual with the excited nature brought on by a night of performing.

taking a sip, your eyes shoot wide as you’re met with a mouthful of straight tequila. his guilty pleasure and a nasty habit that you’re more than happy to indulge in.

when he begins to laugh, you ask quickly, “i’m not stealing you from the party, am i?”

“the party don’t start til you walk in.”

oh yeah, he’s plastered.

as he leads you deeper into the party, introducing you to people whose names are already forgotten, he hands you more and more drinks and you feel yourself swept into the blur of bright lights and loud music.

you are normally much more conscious of drinking with harry, always making sure to be aware enough to look out for him but tonight jeff has taken that role, along with dj much to harry’s delight.

“where’s the band?” your voice is drowned out by the bass drop of a song you’ve never heard in your life and you’re sure harry didn’t hear you with the way he grabs you to dance. then before your mind can wrap around what’s happening, he’s pushing you forward, hands resting warmly on your hips, cup clenched awkwardly between his teeth.

you wind up in another room filled with colorful lights and the smell of weed, thankful that this room is a little quieter. adam sneaks up on you, making you jump when he takes your empty cup and disappears with a promise to fill it up.

sarah is a welcome form of affection, granting you warm hugs and nonsensical insights as harry and mitch mess around with the camera. in a blur of bright lights and clumsy laughter, you’ve slowly begun to fill your pockets with photos of you and the band. you hardly have time to look at the finished products, deciding you’ll have plenty of time when you’re sober and missing your friends.

ever the narcissist, harry is fascinated with the machine and determined to take the best photos; he’s already brought himself a brightly colored hat to make sure people know this party is for him. you can’t tell why it’s so funny, but you keep pointing out his ridiculously large forehead and harry keeps pulling serious faces right before your pictures are taken, prompting you to do anything you can to try and get harry to crack a smile for a photo.

“harry come on, i just want one nice photo of us. why won’t you smile? is it because i said the thing about your head?”

“you look better in the lighting than i do.”

you can hardly take him seriously, struggling to keep a straight face before you nod in understanding.

“okay. we can fix that.”

sarah is quick to hop in, directing the photos in question as she yells, “harry close your eyes more! no no don’t open them!”

in the end, you’ve wound up with dozens of photos of you pulling the ugliest faces ever to make your roommate feel better while he does a poor attempt at a smolder.

“what is that supposed to be, h? you look constipated.”

“sarah jones it is my interpretation of blue steel from the hit comedy action movie zoolander.”

“come on, come on i want the whole band in this last one!” you’re shouting, interrupting the two as you realize people have formed a semi-organized line to use the camera. “squeeze in!”

“hang on, i can’t fit!” harry is nearly screaming, pushing at you all as the camera counts down.

grabbing at him, you try to explain that he’s got plenty of room but as the shutter goes off you’re suddenly being tackled as harry leaps onto your back, knocking the whole group over.

time becomes blurred after that, desperate snacking and lazy drinks and an overall sense of content when sarah whispers something to harry and they both look at you.

later in the night, when your brain isn’t as foggy and the air isn’t as hot, he’s convinced you to sit on his lap, or maybe you had to sit on his lap to stop him from embarrassing himself; it’s hard to tell. all you know is that he is practically glowing with his arms wrapped around your middle and his chin resting on your shoulder as he talks loudly to his friends around you two.

you swear harry’s never spoken so much in his life when one of the tech crew members recognizes your name from the new york times newcomers list. he’s practically telling your whole life’s story along with a long list of embarrassingly exaggerated accomplishments. he’’s even stuck his hat on your head now, explaining that you’ve got to wear it because you’re the guest of honor now; the sharp bite of the elastic chin strap keeping it on your head makes you think otherwise.

by the time gemma’s rejoined the group with another round of drinks he’s lost the plot; all grins and giggles and nonsense.

“harry, mate, we’ve met!” mitch is close to tears, practically wheezing as he shakes your hand for the third time that night as you struggle to catch your breath.

“what? really? aw, i’m so glad. do you like her? i hope you do, she’s bloody brilliant.”

giggling, you’re glad to be grounded in his arms, feeling your drinks finally setting in. harry’s eyes are wide, his pupils impossibly wide and he can tell you’re about to get up to get him a water or a snack or anything to bring him back down because the second you try to get up, he’s stopping you with a playful frown.

“i’m just gonna fill our cup, it’s already empty since someone lost his drink earlier.”

he just shakes his head, wrapping his arms tighter around you before awkwardly twisting his legs around yours as sarah tells a story that makes gemma clap her hands loudly before asking mitch if it’s true.

you’re only able to tune into their conversation for a moment, with harry easily able to distract you when he begins fumbling with your phone. you’re still not sure how or when he got it but he’s been using it all night, doing who knows what with it.

“wanna take another picture of us, you look beautiful.”

laughing, you turn to see what he’s doing and let out a shriek when he accidentally head butts you as the flash goes off, his lips scrunched up against your chin.

he’s grimacing as you struggle to grab at your phone, easily able to keep it out of reach as he examines the picture he’s taken.

it’s an awkward angle with his free arm wrapped right around your stomach, the other holding out the phone low in front of them. you hadn’t even noticed your hand was holding his arm gently, too focused on not knocking over your drink while harry nearly broke your jaw with his sudden decision to aggressively kiss your jaw. your eyes are wide and so are his, but you’re both smiling in the picture and look so happy that you know you’ll never delete it.

“have you been taking those all night?”

he nods, still staring lazily at the photo, zooming in on your faces before he’s glancing up at you with a smile, surprising sober as you bump heads more gently.

“yeah, don’t want to forget anything. our lives are different after tonight with your book and my album. but i don’t want this to ever change.”

“you mean that?”

“yeah, never. but don’t tell the others, okay? i’d hate for them to find out so early in the tour that you’re my favorite friend.”

in a surge of sound, you’re immediately twisting to look at harry who’s already shot up, practically carrying you to the dance floor. you’re surprised he hasn’t been dancing all night, he’s mainly hovered around you and introduced you to his friends as if this was a house party rather than the after party for one of the most important shows of his career.

but now it’s your song, your guilty pleasure which always makes harry blush in embarrassment, begging you to stop dancing and singing loudly to the bee gee’s best song (in your humble opinion).

somehow “more than a woman” has found its way into a playlist that’s been playing fleetwood mac, kendrick lamar and the rolling stones for the past two hours. and harry is dancing his heart out.

you had shown him saturday night fever months ago, openly thirsting over young john travolta dancing to this song and now your best friend is drunkenly attempting to recreate the scene in question, singing in his falsetto with mischievous eyes and you watch in awe.

it’s utterly ridiculous. and that makes it easy to fall into line, practically shouting the lyrics with him as you dance just as awkwardly with a huge grin on your face. your arms are everywhere they shouldn’t be, harry’s tripping over his two left feet and it’s the greatest thing you can remember happening. with his eyes on you, it’s easier to just close yours; it makes your cheeks cool significantly as you embarrass yourself with him.

and when he takes you into his arms, you hold onto him just as tightly and yell, “i can’t believe you got jeff to play this song. when did you even tell him about it?”

“you should know by now i’d do anything for you. including playing the bee gees at my very private very exclusive party.”

at a loss for words and boldened by the endless drinks supplied, you can only admit with a breathless smile, “i love you, h. so much. i can’t remember the last time i had ever been so happy before i met you.”

his smile is timid, almost bashful as he nods, comprehending what you’ve said. you feel small in his arms, especially when he lifts you up and spins you in his arms, choosing to sing rather than respond.

maybe tonight he’ll tell you how he feels. while you’re dressed all pretty just for him, following him around all night despite how obnoxious he’s been; he blames it on the nerves. he’s had much more to drink that you, he had hoped it would have made him bolder in the ways that matter and now he’s sure he’s messed things up when he realizes just how much he’s leaning on her when they dance.

still, you somehow manage to hold him up, shouting the lyrics right back at him, holding his hand just as tightly and keeping him close all night until the party had dwindled down to just the two of you and harry’s ipod in harry’s hotel room.

“one last song,” harry promises earnestly, light on his feet as he searches for the song he wants. he’s torn between two, unsure of how he wants to end the night. “pick a number, one or two.”

please pick two. he thinks, fingers hovering over a herb alpert & the tijuana brass song that always makes him think of you, something that would easily steal his words right out of his mouth and change everything.

he watches you think for a moment, kicking your shoes off near his bed as you finally free your head from the hideous sparkly hat he had gifted you, your hair a frizzy mess that you have no intention on taming tonight.

“hmm. one? we can always listen to two another night.”

you can hardly breathe when he steps close to you and gently puts an earbud in your ear, smiling quietly at you before the beginning notes of “going to california” begin to play. his touch is soft when he pulls you close, his gaze intense as he sways you both gently. one hand grips yours and the white ipod nano while his other hand rubs at your lower back, his actions bold while his face is timid yet relaxed, giving you his full attention.

you fold first, skin hot and chest tight as you look down at what little space there is left between you two.

he sings it gently in your ear, your hair tickling his nose but harry doesn’t seem to mind, holding you tightly as you both dance. he’ll tell you another night when he doesn’t need to play “this guy’s in love with you” because he’ll be able to say it himself. until then, he’ll be thanking gemma for the rest of his life for taking your phone and key card with her to you shared room, giving him ample excuses to invite you in; he’ll take all the seconds he has with you.

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 4 years ago

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Dream A Little Dream - 3

Our next @bingokisses prompt is Tucking Hair Behind the Ear/Palm Kisses! This fic went in...a rather different direction than expected, but I wanted to make full use of the dream concept at least once.

The earlier sections are available on AO3.

Chapter 3: AD 1017 - The Impossible Dream

The knight rode his white stallion easily through the mist, mirror-bright armor resting lightly on his back and limbs. Ahead, a brilliant white stone tower rose, tall enough to pierce the sky, its peak obscured by black storm clouds. Rose bushes thick with thorns surrounded the base, barring all entry except through a single window, nearly a hundred feet high.

He swung himself down from the saddle and strode across the green sward. “Fair maiden!” The warrior lifted the visor of his helm, throwing his voice to echo off the stone. “Tales of your sorrows have spread throughout the kingdom. But fear not, for I, Sir Aziraphale, have come to rescue you from your sordid fate and see you safely hence!”

Far above, a figure leaned from the window. Narrow face pale above a deep black dress, clinging tightly to every curve and angle. Long limbs lost in sweeping crimson sleeves perfectly matched to the figure's main feature: endless waves of dark red hair. A single lock slipped free and tumbled down the side of the tower, nearly long enough to brush the ground below. Long-fingered hands cradled a pert chin as shining eyes took in the knight.

“Really? That’s what you’re going to open with?”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale’s gauntlet struck his hip with an annoyed clank. “I was trying to set a mood here.”

“You certainly set something.” Crowley chuckled, sending another ripple through the ocean of red hair. “I mean, it started well enough, I guess, but sordid fate? See you safely hence? Kind of falls flat if you ask me. Didn’t even mention slaying any wicked beasts.”

“Well. Not really the slaying sort.”

“Don’t let the princesses hear you say that.” Crowley’s fingers drummed on the windowsill. “They all love to see a good slaying. As for what comes next, is safety all you can promise? Might hold out for a better offer.”

“I hardly think you’re in a – a bargaining position up there.”

“Oi, you know how many knights have come by before you? I usually stop counting after twelve, and that was a while back. This tower is prime real estate.” A flash of white teeth behind blood red lips. “Most of them were much better at the speeches, you know. I can give you pointers if you like.”

Aziraphale shifted his cape back over his shoulders, covering his armor. “This isn’t a game, Crowley. Can’t you be serious for once in your life?”

“Everything is a game, Angel.” A flick of Crowley's head sent another river of hair wriggling down the side of the tower. Thick, loose curls, with a strong braid running through the middle. The tips of the hair came to rest twenty feet above the rose bushes. “Oh, will you look at that? Guess I shouldn’t have trimmed it last week, but you know. Split ends. Did you bring a ladder? None of the other knights brought ladders. You’d think, maiden in a tower, that’s the first thing they’d grab.”

“How many knights managed to scale the tower?”

“Jealous?” Crowley braced against the window frame and leaned forward, spilling out the rest of the hair, as well as an ample expanse of bosom. “Don’t worry, the dragon got all of them. They may have talked nice, but they were just shiny armor and fancy words. No substance. Not like you, of course.”

“Flattery won’t win me over.”

“Flattery can do anything, properly applied.”

Aziraphale took a deep breath and adjusted his helmet again. Really, none of this was going remotely to plan. He ought to just drop it and walk away, but not until he was absolutely sure of one thing. “Crowley. Are you alright? The rumors all say that the maiden in the tower is being held against her will. Do…do you need help?”

Crowley’s head tipped this way and that, thinking it over. “Well…yes, I suppose. See, I can’t leave this tower until someone tames the dragon. Why, did you want to try?”

“That was the plan, yes.” He glanced about. The tower was atop a hill, so despite the mist he could see a fair distance. No sign of any monster. “But, if we can get you down before it returns…”

“Nh. Well. About that.” Crowley’s grin grew wider, face grew longer, splitting into a black-scaled, arrow-shaped head with a mouth full of fangs and smoke. “I’m the maiden and the dragon. Ssseemed more efficient that way.”

Delicate, thin hands turned to claws, carving deep cracks into the stone of the wall, and the spill of hair twisted into a long red tail that slashed and darted through the air.

Aziraphale’s horse fled with a terrified scream, but the angel stood his ground, braced and unflinching as the tail wrapped around him, lifted him, pulled him through the air like a fish on a line.

All at once, he was inside the creature’s lair, a deep stone cave filled with stalactites and stalagmites, a pile of shining treasure somewhere just out of sight. One scaled fist clutched the angel from breastplate to greave, while a claw dragged around the edge of his helm, scratching curiously.

“Well? Aren’t you going to sssscream?”

Aziraphale found one golden eye, towering somewhere above him, and held its gaze. “And why should I do that?”

“I’m a monsssster, you idiot.” The fist tightened slightly, enough to make the armor creak and groan. “I could dessstroy you in an insssstant.”

“But you won’t.” Aziraphale wriggled his shoulders, pulling his arms free one at a time. “You won’t hurt me. Ever.”

“How can you be ssssure?” Twin gouts of steam shot from enormous nostrils, volcanically hot. “You should kill me before I tear you apart.”

“You really do need to listen better. I already told you, I’m not the slaying type. I’m here to save you from your fate, no more, no less.”

“You can’t – Angel, there’sss nothing to ressscue me from! You can’t take me away from myself.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t say anything about taking you away.” Aziraphale swept the helmet off his head, dropping it to clatter across the cavern floor. A mass of curly white hair shook free, not as long as Crowley’s had been, but wild and loose, spilling across his shoulders and face. “If you can be both prisoner and dragon…I am both knight and maiden.” His hands rested on the claw that hovered before his face, drawing it close, pressing his cheek to it. “I’m here to rescue you. I’m here to join you.”

“Angel…” The tip of the claw traced across his skin, sharp but gentle, and tucked a lock of hair behind Aziraphale’s ear. “You can’t…you can’t want that.”

“My dear Crowley. What more could I want? You are my friend, my trusted companion. The one being who…who makes me feel…myself. Who makes me feel that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Please, Crowley, let me do the same for you.”

The clawed hand opened, and suddenly Aziraphale stood on Crowley’s palm, every opalescent scale as big as his own hand. Nothing held him back now. He could jump. He could flee.

Instead, Aziraphale knelt down, armor melting into a shining silver gown, and curled up in the cup of Crowley’s hand as if it were the softest down bed in the world. Pressed his lips to the draconian palm. “Whatever form you take, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you mean that?”

Aziraphale glanced up in time to see the dragon’s snout melting again, softening, re-shaping into a narrow face with high cheekbones; neither male nor female, human nor dragon; black scales traced back from a jaw too wide, golden eyes stared unblinking below a sharply sloped brow. The hands that clutched Aziraphale’s elbows were still tipped with sharp claws, and a bright red tongue – splitting into a charcoal-black fork – shot out to taste the air.

He smiled, taking Crowley’s face in his hands. “There you are! My darling…” Aziraphale kissed those thin lips, tasting their desert-dry heat, and felt trembling hands clutch at his hair.

“Angel…”

Aziraphale pressed close, hands tracing down Crowley’s sinuous, bare back, feeling the form shift under his touch – scales, soft skin, silky hair, hot, cold, always changing. Crowley’s tongue flicked down his neck, just to the neckline of his gown, questioning.

“Yes,” he whispered into Crowley’s ear. “Oh, yes, Crowley—”

The wagon bounced over a hole in the road, jostling all its contents, including an angel who had been more than a little lost in his thoughts. The rap of his skull against a barrel helped to clear his mind.

Aziraphale quickly tugged his tunic straight and ran his hands through his hair – cut short, as always, regardless of the current fashion – glancing furtively at the other travelers. Two men and an older woman had also hitched a lift to the nearest city. He felt certain they must somehow know what he had imagined, that somehow the intensity of the fantasy had projected itself into the air around them—

But, no, all three sat, arms folded, concerned only with their own thoughts and their own troubles.

Clearing his throat, Aziraphale settled back into the corner of the wagon, tugging up the hood of his undyed wool cloak to hide the flush of his cheeks.

He daydreamed far more often than he used to, particularly while traveling – and more and more often, his fantasies featured one particular being. Though they were rarely so complex. Not to mention so physical. His imagination had simply run away with him, as sometimes happened.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could still feel the grip on his shoulders, drawing him deeper into the embrace—

Oh, no. No, that was dangerous. Crowley would never agree to…oh, whatever that little fantasy had symbolized. A partnership of some kind.

Well, no that wasn’t true. Crowley had suggested a partnership…an Arrangement…once before. Dropped hints every time they met lately. Aziraphale had refused to even consider it, but perhaps…perhaps…the time had come to think again.

Not just yet. Better to consider such things in complete privacy. He took the fantasy and carefully wrapped it in soft cotton, tucking it into the hidden drawer of his mind where he kept his very favorite daydreams, to revisit at a more opportune moment. He would need something simpler to entertain him on the ride.

Aziraphale carefully selected another dream, well-worn from use, and his mind slowly filled with a little stone cottage in a forest glade, the sound of waves echoing from just out of sight, and a dark-robed figure with red hair dancing in the wind, picking blackberries from the bushes…

“There you are!” Aziraphale’s hands cupped Crowley’s face, hideous and twisted though it was, but he only smiled, so warmly, so guilelessly, that it broke Crowley’s heart all over again. “My darling…” The angel rose up on his toes to press full, plump lips to Crowley’s mouth, arms pulling the demon into an embrace so close, so tight, that clawed hands scrambled to reciprocate.

“Angel…” Crowley meant to kiss Aziraphale’s jaw, but the serpent tongue had a mind of its own, exploring his neck down to the opening of his gown, the swells and curves hidden underneath. Surely that would be the last straw; surely now Aziraphale would see Crowley was nothing more than a beast, a monster whose very presence defiled everything pure. Crowley waited for the rejection, for Aziraphale to struggle to get away—

“Yes,” the soft voice curled into Crowley’s ear, even as soft hands clutched at narrow hips. “Oh, yes, Crowley—”

He snapped awake, scrambling to keep his balance on the branch as the wind chilled his flushed skin.

That had…not been the dream he expected. Usually, after an attempted exorcism, he had bad dreams for a week.

Crowley had fallen asleep in a tree, after being driven out of the nearby village by an overzealous priest. It happened more often these days; the humans were becoming more aware, somehow, more able to see him for what he really was. He’d need to improve his disguise, work harder to fit in.

Work harder to be anything other than himself.

The one being who…who makes me feel…myself. Who makes me feel that’s nothing to be ashamed of.

“Easy for you,” he grumbled into the darkness. “You’re a blessed angel. You’re as bloody perfect as the day you were made. Why would you ever feel ashamed? And I’m – I’m just…”

Whatever form you take, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

He closed his eyes again, trying to catch that warmth, that feeling of acceptance, one more time. Not that Aziraphale actually felt that way, he’d rejected Crowley's idea for an Arrangement, cut him off any time he tried to even bring it up. But still…

Crowley drifted off to sleep, hoping he’d dream of Aziraphale again.

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Angst Fluff Whiplash -14

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: What does an apex predator do after confessing undying love? Princess is about to find out.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Non-descriptive sexytimes, the L word, criminal activities glossed over, relationship building, plus size woman+fit man, Anxiety, This one is all feels and

I Am So NOT Sorry.

THE TIME HAS COME

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

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"I don't know, Lisa. He won't tell me. Not until this weekend apparently? We're supposed to go shopping."

"Honestly, I'm scared. I mean, there's the whole how did he get a passport FOR me dilemma. Then the part where he knows I don't like surprises. And he said he was calling my sister!"

"Oh my God, she could tell him anything! Please don't tell him about the Backstreet Boys phase. I'm going to have a panic attack."

"Of course he would tease me about it for eternity!"

"What? Watch what words? What are you talking about?"

"Do not hang up this phone! Do you even love me?!? Lisa? …. Hello?"

You toss your phone down on the bed and heave a huge sigh. Your very own BFF, abandoning you like that. Luckily its your own phone and not the insane cell Diego got you because it bounces off the other side of the bed and smacks into the wall before admitting total defeat to gravity.

You stand there staring at your open suitcase. Your typical items are in there already. You don't need any toiletries. Or makeup, now. Or bras. Or underwear. Fucking hell, its like I already moved into the penthouse with him.

… Could I do that? He already basically asked for it. He keeps telling me to quit my job and let him spoil me for real. You wring your hands together while rubbing your lips against each other and being bombarded with intrusive thoughts. Yeah. Until he's done with me and then I have to start all over. At 35.

But its been almost a year now that you've been seeing Diego. What does that even mean, "seeing" him? You think about how the last few months have been so… easy. He practically lives in New York now, their territory split. He opted to control the East Coast and let his sister deal with the logistical nightmare of receiving the imports.

He has been a lot looser since then. Faster to laugh, quicker to goof around, less likely to do anything as hard as he used to do. The distance from Alicia has allowed him to really flourish in every aspect. And he's beautiful with it. The laugh lines and the soft brown eyes wreck you every time.

He says he wants to keep you. Take care of you. You finally believe that he loves you. He has made so many improvements in communication. Hell, he read books on how to be with someone on the spectrum. Do you understand it? Hell no. Are you going to take it and run? Fuck yeah dude. I love him and I want to keep him.

And now he wants to take you on a trip. A surprise destination. Out of the country with a mostly legal passport. You don't doubt that you'll be safe with him. Your parents were a little concerned when you told them since they've never even met him. And they saw him on the national news that time he got arrested by the Feds, so that really inspires confidence.

Your middle sister Lynne and niece Halley accidentally met him that one afternoon about a month back. And they have not shut up about it since. Diego this, Diego that, blah blah blah, paid the restaurant bill in cash, yadda yadda, took us all shopping to a Coach store and then got Halley some crazy new sold out Nikes. Diego had been delighted to be surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls enjoying his spoiling attentions. Just like always, Diego went to the max and charmed them silly.

It was like having an out of body experience to see Diego with them. You couldn't really fault them, he swept you off your feet with no problems. He was grinning and joking the whole time, making raunchy comments with your sister and encouraging your niece to be assertive (unnecessary according to her soccer coach and the 'Most Aggressive' trophy). He fit right in with them. Afterwards he had asked if that was what it was like to have normal siblings and your heart broke thinking about what his childhood had been like with his sister.

Which brought you back to the here and now. He had mentioned off hand that he was going to call your sister. Maybe you should text her. She might know something.

Maybe you should just pack your bag and trust him.

Your Diego Cell chirps and you dive for it on the nightstand. Is he okay? Please don't be hurt.

Its a pic of him. In the shower. With his own hand wrapped around himself. You choke on air and have to sit down.

I miss you Princess

Holy. Shit. Its been almost a year that you have had unrestricted access to that incredible body and your reaction is still the same. Before you can respond another text arrives:

SOON

The attached pic is just from squinty eyes up.

You burst out laughing at him. You love that he is secretly a nerd about internet stuff. His appearance would never give that away. Time to be ridiculous right back.

Don't make me lick your eyeball

You are a crazy person laughing to yourself alone in your bedroom.

You are so weird

Yet there you are, lusting after this weirdo

You shoot back.

… Am I the weirdo??

No. Still you.

I would threaten to bite it.. but you would like that

Well now you have to

Oh my God. You're fairly certain you could do anything to this man and he would think it was sexy. Its a novel experience.

Can we eat dinner at home tomorrow? I don't feel like wearing a real bra

You know the answer to that.

YES. NO MORE BRAS EVER AGAIN. BE FREE

… no panties?🙏🥺

You can see the hopeful puppy dog eyes clearly.

A for effort babe. One of these days you might get your wish lol

...Are you panty free right now?

Wow. He is really trying here.

I'm packing.

Your pic is a heap of tangled thongs dumped on top of Tiny Murder Panther.

💜🔥😛

He would find that hot. Fucking nympho.

Lemme finish this so I can go straight to the airport tomorrow

Fine. But I am pouting

You do not doubt that.

Don't care. Still love your stupid face

You cannot believe you just sent that.

Princess.

Mi amor.

Diego's good little girl.

You shudder with the praise. You can hear it in his voice, as if he were right here with you.

I love you

Dream of me?

Oh baby, if you only knew. You sigh wistfully.

Always, baby

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The flight is uneventful, thankfully. Your maxidress with a built-in shelf bra is stupidly comfortable and you actually take a nap.

The plane has barely come to a stop and you already have on your silly lambswool lined Ugg flip flops. You had argued with Diego about these (Why would flip flops need a warm fuzzy lining??) but he had won by sticking one in your face and ordering you to feel. It didn't take a full second for you to snatch them both from him and cuddle them to your chest. His pleased smile full of dimples was worth all the subsequent teasing.

You slip on one of his previously stolen shirts in a metallic lilac color and roll up the sleeves so you have use of your hands. Bending at the waist, you flip your hair over and fluff it back up from the nap. What was that he had said? Oh yes: Wild and thick, just how I like it. The memory makes you bite your bottom lip and smile.

Bastian is waiting for you on the tarmac. He takes your bag and kisses you on the cheek in greeting. "Hey, sweetie. Nice shirt, is that new?" His knowing grin is infectious.

You nuzzle into the collar with a laugh. "Thanks! My boyfriend gave it to me."

Bastian chuckles as he opens the passenger door for you. "Oh, honey. That is not all he is going to give you." He closes the door while you roll your eyes smirkingly.

The ride to the penthouse is uneventful. Well, as uneventful as Friday evening rush hour traffic can be in New York.

Bastian waits until the song is over before lowering the stereo volume. "We're supposed to pick up dinner. Any requests?" He drums his fingers on the steering wheel while you sit at the red light.

You ponder the options. "What kind of a day has he had? Meetings? Tours? Disciplinary action?" You ask Bastian thoughtfully. Sometimes when Diego has a bad day he likes comfort food. Mostly a giant heap of rice and beans next to homemade tortillas, he isn't so picky about the variety of meat.

Bastian glances at you out of the corner of his eye before warily answering, "There was a… termination… at a construction site this afternoon that took longer than expected. That's why he didn't come to get you, he wanted to shower first."

You keep your eyes focused forward to look out of the windshield. "Okay. How about Jalisco's then?" Comfort food it is.

Bastian nods and adjusts course to obtain those tortillas.

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The instant the elevator doors ding open Diego pops up from the sectional and comes straight at you. Your giant sidestep to let Bastian pass is barely completed before Diego is slipping those big hands under his own pilfered shirt to crush your body to him. Your arms go around his neck like a reflex, like this is their natural resting place. He leans his forehead down onto yours and kisses you so very gently.

"Mmmm. Hi." You murmur softly into his beard. Those bottomless brown eyes look over your entire face before coming back to your own. His smile is huge, those dimples make your pulse trip. He blinks slowly down at you, just like the big cat you nicknamed him after.

"Princess. How was the trip?" He always asks you this. You still aren't sure if its just culturally specific manners or if he is requesting a review of the flight crew's performance. Either way, your answer is always the same.

You pull him back down so you can cuddle into his neck. "Its better now that I'm here." He rubs his cheek against your own and purrs directly into your ear in response. Your body's reaction is immediate and decisive. You shiver in his arms and your nipples peak to full attention.

Except this time is different. With only a bralette and the dress's shelf bra Diego can clearly feel what just happened in real time. His eyes are comically round as he peers down at your cleavage in pleasant wonder.

"Oh. I like this outfit." His hands rise up your back to crush you further into him. You chuckle and rub your chest on his firm pectoral muscles. He watches hungrily as your compressed decolletage rises higher yet from the added pressure. "New rule to match the bedroom pants bar, no bras in the penthouse. Fucking magnificent, bonita." He licks his lips after making this proclamation.

You throw your head back and laugh joyfully.

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As it always does the weekend passes too quickly. Its already 1:00pm on Saturday when you two finally come down from the bedroom.

Diego is delighted to hear that your time-off request was approved for the trip. You had told him not to worry about it, your boss always kept her word about this stuff.

That’s when he pulls a ridiculous pith hat out from under the couch. It looks like it came straight out of a Looney Tunes cartoon about a big game hunt on the African savannah. You lose your entire shit and laugh until you do that silent clapping seal move.

Diego keeps repeating, "Wait, stop laughing. Stooooop." But he isn't faring much better. You finally wipe the tears and calm down enough to take it from his limp fingers while he chortles a few last times.

"Baby. What. What the fuck. What fucking is this??" You plunk the hat on your own head and Diego collapses facedown into your lap to gigglesnort uproariously. "Stop. Stop laughing. Stoppit!" You smack the back of his head lightly until he comes up for air.

He closes his eyes and composes himself. You take the opportunity to plop the hat on his head.

"Oh my god, that is so sexy!" You declare in high dramatics.

He grabs your hands and leans in very close to explain. "You need this hat for our trip." Your eyes narrow in suspicion. "You will wear it for our safari quest…" he pauses for dramatic effect and your lips twitch in suppressed amusement. He leans closer yet and captures your stare. His face is hilarious, you can tell he is biting his cheek to keep from laughing. His eyebrows are drawn down in concentration but his eyes are widened in mock excitement. He sucks in a deep breath to exclaim, "To locate palm trees in the wild!"

He laughs as he puts the hat back on you.

You blink a few times in shock. Palm trees? You're going somewhere with palm trees? A tropical locale. Palm trees. Beaches. SWIMSUITS. Your sudden panic must show on your face because Diego's laughter dies off.

You blink furiously, but its too little too late. The tears burn as they well up in your eyes and spill down over your cheeks.

He reaches out to cup your face. "Princess?" His tone is an even mix of concern and fear. "Bicki? What?"

You shake your head 'no' and throw yourself into him. Diego catches you and hauls you into his lap. You curl up against his chest and sob quietly. He pets over your hair, open handed strokes so his fingers don't tangle in the curls, and soothes your back while you shake. Rubbing his nose against your temple, he kisses your cheek and whispers, "Do you want to write?" His gentle care only makes you worse. "...so that is no." He looks crestfallen. He buries his face in your hair and breathes heavily.

Your tears are slowing and your chest is finally beginning to loosen. "Dieg-" you hiccup, wrapping both hands around his forearm. You wheeze a few times before trying again. "I. I. Where? Where are we g-going?"

He sighs deeply before answering. "Nowhere. I won't take you somewhere you don't want to go. I should have known better. I-" He snaps his jaw shut so fast that his teeth click together.

Tilting your head back, you try to catch his eyes. Diego won't look at you. "H-hey, please." You cup his jaw and pull him down to you. He comes, but the motions are stilted. "Look. Please, baby. Let me s-see you."

When he finally meets your eyes it breaks your heart. That chocolate gaze is disappointed, hurt, frustrated even. You wiggle around until you're straddling his lap. He just holds his hands out of the way, not hindering you but certainly not helping either. Standing up on your knees to lean your forehead against his, you reach for his hands and bring them to your chest where you lace your fingers together.

"Baby. I want that." Your nose rubs against his as you speak. "I want to go everywhere with you. I never thought I would ever get a chance like this. To travel? To go somewhere tropical? To have someone who loves me enough to do this for me?" You're crying again. And so is Diego? A little??

He brings your joined hands up to tap your chin. His face is adorably conflicted when he speaks, "You… want to go?" You nod slowly. His eyebrows lower as he tries to make sense of this. "Then why do you cry? Are they, the uh, is that 'happy tears' ?"

Your hands shake in his. "Yeah. Happy tears. I just. I was overwhelmed. I'm sorry." He huffs out a sigh. You continue, "Its almost like the super intense emotions short circuit my responses and I guess my default is panic crying? I don't know."

Diego huffs at you again. "Please stop that. I'm going to have a heart attack." There is a hint of real annoyance in his voice but his lips curl up at the corners.

You free your right hand to reach up and brush his wet lashes. Why did something this little bring him to tears? "Baby, is everything okay?"

He leans into your hand, then turns to kiss your fingers. You giggle, you can't help it, his beard both tickles and delights you. He smirks at you, "It is now, Princess. You should get dressed so we can go."

But you're not done here yet. "Where are we going on the trip? A place name, not foliage that may or may not be present."

His Cheshire cat grin is intriguing and mildly worrisome. He gives you one word, "Xcalak." And then watches while you access your mental map and pinpoint the exact location.

It takes you a moment but you find it with a gasp. "Costa Maya? Like Caribbean-sea side of Mexico??" He nods and you immediately start in with 20 Questions. "Are there cenotes? Is the water really those unreal colors? Is the food amazing there? Can we see ruins?"

Diego cups your face to stop you. "Whatever you like, little girl." With a kiss to your nose and a smack to your ass he ushers you upstairs to get dressed.

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The shopping is less traumatic than normal for you thanks to Diego making enthusiastic innuendo nonstop and feeding you between stores. You find sandals, and flip flops, and little slip-on sneakers. All kinds of flowy maxidresses and flouncy skirts paired with new tank tops in buttery soft fabrics. Cover-ups and kimonos and huge airy loose knit sweaters get rung up with linen pants and shorts you actually feel comfortable wearing.

But swimsuits? A disaster. Everything that fits your hips is way too big for your ribcage. Tankinis big enough to go around your middle are about a foot too wide around your chest. You try some maternity stuff… amazingly there isn't any chest support. That confuses both of you for almost 20 minutes while you discuss it over croissants and various iced beverages (coffee for him and some kind of hot chocolate slushie for you).

Then you look across the street and inspiration hits. One of the stores you order bras from is right there and has bra-sized swimwear in the display window. Diego turns to see what stole your undivided attention from him and slaps his hand down on the table in celebration.

You aren't sure which one of you is more excited to get into the store. But while you run around exclaiming at all the things that come in your size Diego stands in the doorway and gawks. When you circle back to check on him he just points to one display wall.

There is lacy, frilly, corseted lingerie. In. Your. Size.

He demands one of everything that fits you and isn't red, brown, or yellow. You don't even argue.

The store does alterations and makes very good recommendations. The sales clerk is impressed with Diego's input, she comments that he really does seem to know your body well. You flush with it, glad that he isn't close enough to hear that. You leave with three bags and seven personalized swim outfits under construction. One is ready to wear and you keep reaching into the bag to touch it in wonder.

Diego notices but just gives you a raised eyebrow.

"This is the first time I've ever felt good about how I look in swimwear." You confess quietly.

Diego wraps a massive arm around your shoulders and tucks you into his side while you continue down the sidewalk.

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Sunday is a mess as you try to make pancakes and Diego tries to remain physically attached to you like an excessively attractive barnacle. The pancakes are either burnt or still batter in the middle. Leftover carnitas and tortillas to the rescue. Diego teases you about the kitchen failure all day because this is the first time he has witnessed such a thing.

You doze on the couch under the pretense of "reading". Diego rotates through his laptop, cell, and the soccer match on ESPN+.

Until his phone rings.

You both tense up. Only one person calls him instead of texting. He takes the phone into the office to answer his sister. You wait on the couch to see which Diego you get back: silly tickle fight Diego, sad puppy dog eyes Diego that requires cuddles, or angry Diego that needs to fuck you through the nearest horizontal surface.

The elevator dings and Julio comes in with a tray of coffees. "Ay, Gordita. Buenas tardes. I got you the hibiscus thing you like." He greets you with a big smile, then looks around when he doesn't see Diego on the sectional with you.

Hopping up to help him carry stuff, you point to the office in indication of Diego's location. Julio makes a face, "Hermana perra?" and you simply nod. Julio takes Diego's iced coffee and bites the bullet for you. The door closes softly behind him.

You munch plantain chips and slurp hibiscus lemonade until they come out. Diego just looks tired when he comes back to you on the couch, coffee in hand. You open your arms in invitation and he plops next to you with a sigh. Cuddly Diego it is.

He doesn't tell you anything and you don't ask. Everyone watches the match mindlessly. Diego snores softly in your lap while you pet his hair.

He rides to the airport with you but you forbid him from coming onto the plane with you. He is already making this harder than it has to be with his big brown eyes and clingy hands.

"Baby." You breathe into his hair while he snuggles into your neck in the backseat of the SUV. "Its only a week. We do this every week." You pet down his bicep and immediately regret it.

"I know." Diego huffs into your skin. "Why don't you just quit? Let me take care of everything." You go through this almost every week now, too. He nuzzles you, the sensation makes you reconsider his proposal. You pull his head up by a fistful of soft hair and look him in the eye. He blinks guilelessly at you.

"Number one: No. Number two: Stoppit." He laughs at your fond exasperation. "Okay. I'm gonna go. You stay on the ground."

"Fine." He whines. "But I am going to send you a dick pic the moment that plane takes off." He crosses his arms as if daring you to tell him no.

You cup his stupidly attractive face in your hands for a kiss. Okay, several kisses and 27 minutes later, you respond, "Send me one every day. Its my favorite dick." His startled laugh makes you feel very pleased with yourself.

He pulls you into his arms again to kiss you one last time. His beard scratches and you sigh into him. Finally that tongue retreats and he rests his forehead on yours. His voice is low and rough, his hands squeeze tight on your hip and thigh, "I love you, Princess."

Will that ever stop hurting? You close your eyes against the burn of tears but smile with happiness. "I love you, Diego." You pop the door handle before you open your eyes to see him watching you, jaw tense. You stick your tongue out and he breaks into a smirk. With a laugh, you slide out of SUV and walk to the plane, determined not to look back.

When you get up the stairs the pilot greets you, but his gaze shifts behind you. Turning around, you see Diego standing outside the SUV, arms crossed and trying to look so not soft. You smile and mouth Bye baby, he gives you a short little wave. You duck into the plane before you can start crying.

The wheels are not, in fact, off the ground when the phone chirps.

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The trip is a few weeks out and there is some kind of emergency at the San Diego docks the next weekend. So. You don't get your Murder Panther fix.

And your coworkers notice. They spend all day Monday strolling past your cubicle, straining their necks to see if you're wearing new shoes or some fresh bling. Finally someone has the nerve to ask how your weekend was.

You find yourself blinking back tears. I miss him so much. This is ridiculous, he just texted you at like six this morning. But its not just the conversation you miss, now is it? You miss that big body crowding you into the corner of the couch. His soft curls under your hands. That beard on literally any inch of your skin. Draping yourself over shoulders wider than your hips and knowing that not only can he take your weight, he likes it.

He says he wants to keep you and you desperately want to keep him. Why do you fear this? Is it just his profession? The risk? Oh god, how do you even go about introducing him to your parents??? Diego can be all kinds of charming but he can be a real asshole, too.

And they know what he is: A criminal. For your boomer parents he is the living embodiment of Public Enemy Number One.

Grand Theft.

Money Laundering.

Arson.

Murder.

International Cocaine Trafficking.

HE IS A LITERAL DRUG LORD.

You lay your head down on your desk and try to keep it together.

Your Diego Cell chirps.

Your laughter bubbles up until it comes out of you without your consent. It turns hysterical and you realize you need to leave the office suite. Now.

In the bathroom you stare down at the phone as it lights up again with another message.

Miss my Princess💔👑

How? How is someone who can do all those illegal things so nauseatingly sweet to me?

And then it hits you. Illegal. You didn't use the word immoral. Illegal. You think back to how everyone you see working directly for him is well into adulthood. No children. There are a few women but they are not being sold by him, they are there by their own free will. And he has never laid a hand on any of them, they're just as comfortable around him as the men are. No sex trafficking. You saw someone give their resignation last month. The dude walked away with a suitcase of cash for a decade of trustworthy service. Its a better retirement plan than what I have.

Have you seen him assault people? Yes. You've seen him stab people. Carve off someone's ear because they weren't listening as assigned and it cost the Jimenez Cartel a shipment. You've seen him push an informant down an empty elevator shaft. Choke a man into unconsciousness with his bare hands when you were disrespected.

And you still love him. Not a single one of those incidents weighs on your conscience. Your morality is a dingy grey 12 year old men's undershirt that you should just throw away but you're definitely going to cut into rags to keep for cleaning when it comes to Diego.

The cell lights up again.

Mi amor 💞😍🍑🏝✈⏲👙

You don't know what's worse: His excessive and ridiculous usage of emojis or the fact that you understood.

Look what came

The attached pic is a few pieces of your new swimwear. They look gorgeous, you can't even tell where the alterations were done.

You have to try on all of them. And show me

Of course he wants his own personal show. You feel desire burning low in your belly. Its been a year and not once has he ever shied away from your stomach rolls or hinted at weight loss. He never questions the food you order. And while the two of you have chuckled about shapewear he has never mocked you for using it. Or seemed disappointed when you opted not to wear it. He tosses you around like its nothing and prefers for you to sleep on top of him. Its not that he loves you despite your weight, he loves it as part of you.

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Its now Thursday and the desk drawer where you keep your purse at work is vibrating. He knows I'm at work. If he calls right back I'll answer him. You try to keep your Diego Cell out of sight at work or you'll never get anything done. Plus your coworkers are always dying to catch a peek of your infamous sugar daddy/boyfriend.

Yeah. Boyfriend. Keep practicing that. It feels good.

You finish the insurance call and hang up your headset when the vibrating starts again. Your next door cubicle neighbor pops around the divider to advise you to answer that before he comes down here and abducts you.

What deity should I pray to for that??

You snatch Diego Cell and march out to the hall. Poking the green button, you answer the call.

"Baby. You okay?"

"Princess! I… yeah. I'm not hurt."

He sounds odd. There is definitely something going on here.

"What's up? You need me?"

The silence stretches.

"Yes. Please?"

Diego sounds very uncomfortable. It causes you physical pain.

"Well, you have me. What is it?"

You can hear him swallow and in your mind you picture him looking away, hiding some soft emotion shining in his eyes.

"Baby?"

"Here. I am here. I just. I just wanted to hear you."

Something is very wrong with my Murder Panther, you think.

"Babe," your voice is soft, you're trying to ease him. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

He huffs and you can hear him scrape a hand down over his face. "I know you are at work. And I should not have called. But."

His voice trembles, even over the phone you can hear it. He's afraid.

"Diego. If you need me, then you have me. Tell me, baby." You try to be reassuring but you also really need to know what is wrong.

"I would like to come down there." His declaration is overly formal. You wonder who he is trying to impress. Its certainly not me.

"You… want to come down here instead of me going up there this weekend?" You're trying to make sense out of any part of this conversation.

"I…. grrrrrrrrr." He growls in frustration. Between English being his second language and your sensory processing issues, this is not an uncommon occurrence. He sucks in a deep breath and charges forward in an emotional rush. "I know you're working, but I want to come down there because I miss seeing your face." Before you have a chance to answer he adds, "Pick me up? At the airport, after work? Please, Bicki." His voice cracks at the end and his inhalation is ragged. Your heart implodes.

"Diego. Baby. Of course. Of course I will. I can be there by six." You have a mental flash of how dirty your bathroom is, all the clothes you have laying around, and the vacuum you haven't touched in over a month. Diego needing me is more important.

"Good. Good. Yes, I. I will text you. When I land." His voice is raspier than ever, low and gravelly.

"Sure. I'll be there." I'll always be there.

"Okay. You… you should go." You can hear his determination. You can visualize him squaring his shoulders and setting his jaw, taking on the Jimenez Cartel persona.

"Hey." He grunts in acknowledgement. "I love you." You blurt it out before you have a chance to talk yourself round in circles. You can hear voices in the background.

"And you. You as well." The call ends, but you know.

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You're sitting in your car at the little regional airport second guessing the coffee you got when the phone chirps.

Here

Springing out of the car, you wave to the security guard as you trot past. "Hey Jim, I just have to grab someone real quick. That's okay, right?" You wave vaguely back toward your car parked in the fire lane. There are only four security guards who work here and they all know you at this point.

Jim laughs but waves you on. "Go get 'im, sweetie." Jim must be pushing 90 by now, he doesn't care about traffic laws.

You enter one of the two sets of automatic doors on this entire building and cross through the tiny lobby. There. You can see his dark hair and ridiculous shoulders over a completely unnecessary row of potted plants. He must hear your echoing footsteps because his head whips around in alarm, but his face relaxes into a wide smile. He lengthens his strides to come around the stupid plants, hands automatically reaching out for you.

"Diego." You laugh breathily and fling arms around his neck. He smells so good.

He crushes you to his chest and buries his face in your neck. "Printhesss." He murmurs into you, slurred because he refuses to remove his mouth from your skin.

Turning your head to kiss his cheek, you moan shamelessly for him. He surges back upward to capture your lips and kiss you with mild desperation. That devious tongue sweeps over the roof of your mouth before curling up behind your top front teeth.

Your entire world narrows down to Diego. Chocolate. Tastes like the smoothest Belgian chocolate in existence. He smells perfect, clean but definitively male to you. His silky button-down is smooth under your hands, stretched taut over muscle. Those massive hands gather you closer, molding you to that big, solid body. His beard scratches your face in soft tickles when he alters the angle of the kiss just so.

"Goddamn." A woman's voice exclaiming somewhere behind you catapults you back into the here and now. Which is a dinky little regional airport in rural central Pennsylvania. You know, a very public location in a very prudish area of the country. Fuck.

You pull back and Diego's hands shoot up to the back of your head. Holding you in place, he leans his forehead against yours with a contented sigh. He rumbles softly to you, "Take me home."

You feel so silly seeing Diego in the passenger seat of your Corolla, he just seems so out of place. "You can adjust the seat however, nobody really sits there. I just put it all the way back to make sure you can get in without cracking your head." You sound nervous even to your own ears.

Diego turns to you with a response but his attention is captured by the cup holders in the center console, specifically the Dunkin Donuts styrofoam cup. He points to it, then looks up at you with a slow grin. "Princess. Is this for me?"

You flush but can't stop the embarrassed little smile so you cover it with sass, "Well, it sure as hell ain't for me." You start the car and give Jim a little wave. He winks and gives you two thumbs up. Yeah, I'm aware that you saw that kiss too, old man. Everyone saw that shit.

When Diego reaches for the coffee his fingers brush your hip. The contact burns and you suddenly remember that you have not touched this beautiful man for well over two weeks. Apparently he remembers, too, because he wraps that huge hand around your thigh with rather a lot of force. Right hand slapping down to cover his, your heart rate jumps through the roof. Did I take my blood pressure pill this morning?

"Don't." You choke out.

He rumbles softly next to you, purring with conceited pleasure. "Did my Princess miss Diego?" He asks you with an incredibly pornographic voice.

"Oh, fuck you." Your answering groan is also obscene. So glad the windows are up.

His hoarse chuckle makes your thighs tremble. "You're Diego's good little girl, you will." He's right and you both know it. You would ride him right here in your own damn car if he demanded it. You have a problem.

He lets you redirect his hand to the coffee with only a little resistance. "Focus." You hiss.

"Me or you?" Diego quips.

"Yes." You declare.

Diego's guffaw is contagious and you don't even try to hold back.

Your apartment always seems like an adequate size until Diego is inside. No, bad Bicki. Do not say it like that. His presence just sort of… lounges about in a vaguely threatening but highly attractive manner. Much like the actual man on your couch. You tried to pick up dinner on the way but he just wanted to 'go home'. You are disgustingly happy that your place feels like home to him.

Diego had flopped on your couch immediately and hasn't moved since. Something is very definitely very wrong. There were bursts of your Murder Panther in the car, but he has been just subdued overall. He had turned your stereo up and smiled faintly, watching you sing along. He had also complained that the stereo in your car sucked (Agreed) and this was unacceptable. You're sure he'll do something ridiculously extravagant to remedy this.

You try to give him the remote, he takes it but doesn't do anything with it. You offer him food, both junk and something home-cooked, all you get is a shrug. You putter around for a while, picking things up and sighing before putting them down somewhere else. His dark eyes watch you, unfathomable.

Finally you disappear to the bedroom only to return in your pajamas. This he likes, perking up and blinking rapidly. "Okay, I know you brought something softer than those jeans, so get comfy so I can order shitty pizza and cuddle you."

His jaw drops in momentary shock. Then he scoffs, "I do not cu--"

You cut him off, "Yes, you do and yes, you're going to. Up. Now." This has to be hilarious. This short little woman in overly long pants barking orders at the massive man who heads an international drug cartel. Well, its either hilarious or fatal. I'm about to find out.

Diego looks around, as if someone else might secretly be here to witness him be a little bit submissive and moderately soft. He raises his chin in a tiny show of defiance. "Fine. But I am showering first." He glares with this proclamation, daring you to contradict him.

You throw your hands up in the air. Why the fuck would I have a problem with that?? His eyes follow your hands, like a cat when you try to point out a bit of food but all it does is rub your finger. You sigh, resigned to your fate. "Of course that's fine, Diego. You know where everything is, have at it."

You watch his butt as he walks away to the bathroom.

The pizza actually isn't shitty and Diego eats half of it by himself. When you offer him the cinnamon dessert sticks he shoots you a calculating look. You split the contents, pulling two sticks over to yourself and piling up the rest in front of him. His delighted grin is decidedly not calculated and you lose track of time watching him enjoy dessert.

He's beautiful like this. He wears a soft, silky t-shirt that is tight enough to help you get through the nights you spend alone. His hair is a riot of fluffy curls, free of product and clearly trying to break free of gravity, too. He hasn't shaved for at least a few days and that salt and pepper beard is filling in nicely. His face is unguarded, expression open, those laugh lines and dimples you love make frequent appearances.

After dinner you lay all over each other in some weird we-have-intimacy-issues approximation of cuddling. It works so you don't question it. He has his laptop and you have your tablet and together you have sporadic conversation. Its comfortable.

Until Diego asks you a seemingly innocuous question that you know is very nefarious:

"What color do you like in cars?"

Your eyes narrow so much that you have trouble seeing. "...Why." Your low tone might be frightening to anyone else.

He looks at you over the laptop screen, brown eyes innocently wide. "Just curious. Your car is green. Do you like any other colors?" He slowly pulls the laptop closer to himself to subtly cover the screen with his bulk.

"Diego." You slowly put down your tablet and start leaning toward him. He has nowhere to go, propped up in the corner of the chaise end of the sofa. "What. Are. You. Doing."

"Will you let me take care of you? Just in this one way right now?" He licks his lips, brow furrowed in concentration. Building desperation shows in his eyes and you can't fight that. You don't want to win this.

"Let me see, baby." Your sighed acquiescence has an instantaneous effect. Diego drops the tension from his shoulders and opens an arm to you in invitation. You crawl up him to cuddle into his chest, wedged on your side between all those muscles and the back of the sectional. From here you are stationed directly in front of the laptop screen.

He is looking at cars.

Armored cars.

Armored, bulletproof, explosive resistant cars.

What. The. Fuck.

"Diego, what the fuck is going on?!?" Your apprehensive demand sets him right back on edge. You can feel him go tense underneath you. The laptop gets shoved onto an empty cushion as you throw yourself over him. Tiny hands land on those broad shoulders with extreme force as you use all of your deadweight to trap him. Below you, Diego shakes but you can't tell if its from anger or anxiety because his eyes are scrunched closed tightly. "Tell me why I need a fucking bulletproof car!"

He surges up into your face to match your volume, "She knows! Mi hermana perra knows about you! Alicia found out about us!" You lurch back in shock, but the steel hands on your hips stop you from retreating. His voice is hoarse, louder than you've ever heard him, and its terrifying. Your fear must show because he releases his grip on you like it burns.

"WHAT?" The ramifications here could truly be lethal. Alicia has already tried to set Diego up to take the fall when they were arrested almost four months ago. You know she has scorned Diego's familiarity with his men in the past, that is why he handpicks them personally. To Alicia, everyone is disposable, even her own brother. Her only loyalty is to herself.

Diego's hands come up in an aborted reach for you. You're still too shocked to move. His face crumbles in agony and he blinks furiously, hands balling into fists. "Everything I have ever wanted she has ensured I never got. She, she manipulates me into destroying everything I touch. I will not let her hurt you! I refuse to allow her to break us, mi amor!!" His volume has steadily escalated until he is yelling.

He's afraid. He is afraid that he will lose me. The realization emboldens you enough to take his hands in your own, bring them to your chest, and press them close to your heart. You trust that he won't hurt you in his rage. You don't fear him, this dangerous, powerful, ruthless man that you love.

His hands open to slide up your shoulders, curl around your neck, and his thumbs glide over the pulse point under your ears. He brings your face to his own, his expression twisted up with fear and anger and possession and love.

"You are mine! And I will keep you!"

You realize everything that you have been debating with yourself, all of your pro versus con lists, your stupid little dry erase board covered in sticky notes with your fears, your scribbled timeline of events and possible future predictions, none of it matters. All you care about is the man in your arms. Diego is the most important thing in your life and you can't imagine a life without him. If you had to give up everything to keep him, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Your hands grip tightly around his wrists and you consciously straighten your spine. Expression hardening, your eyes open to meet his anguished gaze.

"I want black."

The armored 2020 Camry is delivered that Sunday. You thank him for finding something inconspicuous with an upgraded JBL sound system and he compliments your understated color choice of Black Sand Metallic. By the time you drop him off at the airport that evening you've managed to replace the new car smell with something better and you're thankful that the leather seats just wipe clean. Monday morning in the parking lot at work, however, is a literal ordeal.

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The next two weeks feel like they’re seven months long. You clock out at noon on Thursday to a chorus of your coworkers making vaguely lewd remarks and howling with laughter about your vacation. 'Two whole weeks on a beach in Mexico with an absolutely loaded hottie' is what they've been repeating gleefully all week.

You turn around and walk backwards to give them finger guns, "Yes," then you reach down to adjust your pants, "And YES." Their squeals are contagious and you're still laughing when you burst out the front doors to drive home.

You turn the volume waaaay too high in the car so that your teeth vibrate and it feels like you're having heart palpitations. I love this fucking car and I love that man.

There is a rental Tahoe parked in the grass next to the huge gravel driveway at your farmhouse, but he left the second assigned parking space next to your Corolla open so you can park The Beast (as you have affectionately named your new ride) appropriately while away. When you get out of the car you glance up instinctively, Diego is standing outside your front door on the small third floor balcony laughing.

"Are you deaf yet, Princess?" He hollers down in amusement.

You flip him off with the middle finger that wears the gemstone ring he gave you while yelling back, "WHAAAAT??"

His laughter fades as he disappears inside, leaving the door wide open to let out all the cold air. Were you raised in a barn?? Close the door, the electric bill-- You cut off your own thoughts when you suddenly remember that you haven't been paying that electric bill for the last six months. Nevermind.

Before you can start up the stairs, Sara, your first floor neighbor, appears on the porch with their toddler. "Hey stranger!" Sara waves with a big smile and the kid does the same but with some kind of unidentifiable kitchen utensil in hand. "That is your boyfriend, right? He had a key so I didn't think it was your ex but I wanted to make sure. I mean, from what I just saw it is your boyfriend. Also, holy shit, that's your boyfriend?"

If she says the word 'boyfriend' one more time I'm going to spontaneously combust.

"Uh yeah, definitely not my ex. Sorry, I forget that you guys haven't really seen him before, I meant to tell you he was coming." You can feel your face burning and it isn't from the August sun. Sara fans her own face with a hand while mouthing 'he's hot' like you're somehow unaware. You forge on before she can start gushing aloud. "We're actually leaving on a trip tonight so I'll be gone for the next two weeks."

Now Sara drops the kid and scrambles over to whisper fiercely to you, "Oh my god, seriously? Where are you going? Wait, this is the same guy you've been going to see in New York, right? How long has it been, like a year? Is he taking you on a trip for your anniversary? I don't even know his name. Oh my god, that is so sweet!"

Okay, down girl. You're not sure who you're trying to will into being chill, Sara or yourself.

"Um, we're going to Mexico. And yeah, he's the guy in New York. It's just a vacation." You don't even touch the relationship questions with a ten foot pole. You glance up but Diego is still inside, Thank fuck.

Sara hops a little in excitement. "I'm sooo jealous!" She squeals. "You have to take a ton of pictures! I need to see! Oh my god, I bet you guys are such a cute couple!" You nod and start backing away, trying to wave goodbye so you can climb the stairs and then climb Diego. "Ooh ooh, wait, what's his name?" Sara hisses conspiratorially. "Does he speak Mexican? Is he Mexican!?!"

You suddenly remember why you tried to move away from this area. Repeatedly. "Yeah, he's Mexican and yes, he speaks Spanish." You sigh. Sara nods but continues staring at you expectantly. Fine. "His name is Diego."

Sara makes a stupid face like this is a rom-com movie. I cannot take anymore, you must shut the fuck up. "Okay, okay. I won't hold you up. But seriously, we can have a 'pics and wine' girls' night when you come back!" She waves maniacally before snatching up the kid and skipping back inside.

I can't think of anything I would like less. Oh hell no.

You climb the stairs in record time before she can come back outside and start talking again.

Bastian, Julio, and a third man you don't know are in your living room. You do not care and your vague wave shows it. You can hear Julio's warm 'Gordita!' greeting as you spin around and march to the bedroom.

Diego is standing at your bed, tucking TMP into your small duffel, when you burst through the doorway and continue at full speed directly into him. He laughs breathlessly but holds steady against your weight. "Princess. Are you ready?"

You take overflowing fistfuls of his shirt, bury your face in his chest, suck in a huge lungful of air, and shriek at full volume.

"Uhhh...that is a yes, si?" He mutters uncertainly above you.

You rear back to look up at him with a smile so wide it hurts.

"Oh good." His hands come to your shoulders while those beautiful brown eyes sparkle. The dimples and laugh lines come out as he absorbs your infectious excitement. Your hands shoot up to his hair to yank him down so you can crash your mouths together with bruising force.

The effect is immediate. He moans loudly and crushes you against him. You dig nails into his neck and you lick your way into his mouth, his hands snake down to your ass to hold tight. Your left leg comes up as you try to wrap it around his hips. With a pained groan he rips those lips off of yours and pulls back. Undeterred, you move on to assaulting his now bared throat, moaning like porn come to life.

"Princess," he gasps, "You have to sto-- uhhh, yes, bonita. Your fucking tongue." You're too busy licking his adam's apple to pay attention to words right now. "Nooo, mi amor, please, lo siento, stopstopstop." You get in one last nip of his collarbone as he pulls your head back via a handful of ringlets. His pupils are blown wide and he's panting hard. You stare longingly at his delectable mouth while making pitiful whines.

"Please, baby, pleeeease. You're all I've thought about for days. I need you!" You try shameless begging, you're certainly not lying. Petting over his shoulders and down that solidly muscled chest, you shudder and try to pull yourself back to him.

He closes his eyes with a grimace. "Flight! Fuck you on the flight!" He croaks, then yanks your hair harder than you like. The pain clears the fog just enough for you to blink back to awareness. You nod jerkily and step back. "Have to leave now to get there before dark." He explains in a rushed huff. You blink as you remember how time works.

"Right. Yeah, right. Okay. Okay." Straightening to attention you yank off the cardigan you wore for the air conditioning at work, leaving you in a tank top and ready to be productive. Focus on not-dick.

Diego shoves your favorite notepad in your face so you can see your packing list and not him. The distraction works. He has checked off every item in each categorized list but left the strike through action for your completion. You lower the notepad until you can make eye contact with him and intensely whisper, "You know I fuckin' love you, right?"

He laughs so hard he has to sit down on the bed.

You go through every bag, touching each item and crossing it off your list one at a time. He did it. Everything but you.

"You know I don't need TMP, right?"

"Why?" He squints up at you from where he lounges across your bed.

Your face heats up and you clear your throat. "Well, its, I'm. I have, uh, you. So I don't need anything else." The realization of how true that is in every sense gives both of you pause.

Diego surges upright to cup your face and bonk your foreheads together just a little too hard. You giggle and he huffs.

"Mi amor…" he sighs for you, eyes closing in pleasure. You 'mmmmm' in response. Then his eyes snap open and he growls an order, "Get changed so we can go!" And punctuates it with a stinging slap to your ass.

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You spend the flight with your face pressed to the window, vibrating in excitement, except for a brief intermission of seven orgasms in the bathroom.

The unknown third man is Joey, Bastian's boyfriend. Joey is even quieter than Bastian and just as cute. They're not overly demonstrative but clearly comfortable moving around each other. Joey works in "Packaging" and does an admirable job of ignoring his cartel drug lord boss being snuggly. Julio naps.

The customs agent at the Cancun airport looks you up and down with wide eyes but stamps your passport with no questions. Its a five hour drive to Xcalak but Diego is adamant it can be done in three. You give him an eyebrow question which he dismisses with a vague wave, "They paved the road all the way to the southern border last year."

Uhh, they what now? You understand soon enough. The drive drastically changes outside of Cancun. The scenery is both beautiful and heartbreaking. There are occasional mansions with armed guards, high fences, and SUVs like your own current ride. Mostly though, its shacks and people on foot or riding bicycles, weaving to avoid stray dogs and huge iguanas. Could I handle this as my daily reality?

The first time the road sidles right up to the ocean you have a small meltdown.

"Is that what I think it is?" Your soft whisper is accompanied by a shaking hand pointing to the left. Diego, crammed into the middle of the backseat between yourself and Julio so you could have an unobstructed view, indicates an order for Bastian to pull over. He reaches across you and pops open your door. You slide out with his hand on your lower back and take about a dozen steps to the lapping water. Diego appears to your right, watching you intently.

"Its gre-e-e-en!" Your stuttering squeal is accompanied by happy tears and you fling yourself into Diego with joy. He laughs at you, but hugs you back just as tightly.

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The first week passes in a blur of amazing food, warm green sea, fruity drinks, and shirtless wet Diego. And so many orgasms that you can't keep count. Diego is all over you non-stop, more than he ever has been before (Astonishingly). Its incredible and you feel like the only person in the world. If he's not molesting you then he is at least touching you; keeping you in his lap, holding your hand, cuddling and petting and snuggling like a man obsessed.

You love it. You love him. You love this life.

On Saturday he lets you lead him through the tiny town, your Spanish improving by leaps and bounds as you try to navigate the streets and alleys and shops. The four years of high school Spanish actually prove useful as you manage to complete a purchase all by yourself. Your playful mock smugness evaporates under the blazing desire in his eyes.

He drags you back to the casita in a much shorter and more direct route than you took upon earlier departure. You're marched directly to the bed and he puts one massive hand in the middle of your chest to gently push you down onto your back. There is something different about this, something important in his eyes. Your voice is high and soft, "Diego?"

He climbs up between your legs and leans down to kiss you senseless. It goes on forever; soft lips, scratchy beard, silky tongue, and nothing but the taste of Diego. Your moans and sighs are mixed together, there are moments when you can't tell who is making what noise. His hands are shaking as he strokes every inch of newly bared and sunburnt sensitive skin while undressing you.

It takes repeated attempts, but you finally get him naked, too. The sight never fails to take your breath away. All that soft, and now freshly tanned, skin is like velvet to your touch. You're mesmerized by his muscles flexing and then evening out as he moves above you. He finally gets your linen pants untangled off your left foot and flings them across the room with unnecessary force. Your soft peals of laughter light up his face and it brings tears to your eyes. You reach a hand out to him, "Diego. Baby."

He comes up over you, threading fingers into your hair, kissing you slowly and thoroughly. You can feel him against you, fire hot and mouth wateringly hard, but he makes no move to take you. Your eyes open in hazy confusion as the kiss ends. Diego is watching your face, blinking back tears.

He is holding your head still, hands like steel. Whatever this is, he needs it. And you want to give him everything he needs. Forever.

You're captured by his eyes, bottomless, soulful, and hungry. His raspy voice is soft and trembling with desire. "I love you, Bicki. I want everything. Forever, Princess?"

Your chest compresses and your heart implodes. Scalding tears escape when you blink and you're nodding before you even know it. "Yes, Diego. Yes, baby, I'm yours."

Your back arches off the bed as he comes home and brings you with him.

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You wake up crushed under Diego. The sun is still up so you might be able to talk him into going out for dinner. You rub your cheek on the huge bicep doubling as your pillow and Diego sighs directly into your ear from where he is spooned up behind you. Oh yeah, we should have done this waaaay sooner.

He nuzzles your neck just to incite squirmy giggles and you don't even fight it. "I have something for you, Princess. Stay here." He pulls away and you whine about the loss of your pillow. His low chuckle burns you alive with want. "Stay like that. Do not move." You obey while you listen to him rummage around behind you.

He comes around to your side of the bed, still completely and unabashedly nude. Hell. Fucking. Yes. You love it. He hands your glasses over and you slide them on to take in the now high definition view of naked Murder Panther. The view disappears as he kneels down next to the bed so you're on eye level. His expression is very peculiar.

His hands slowly come up to reveal a small box of black velvet. Time slows to a halt as he opens the box and presents it to you.

Inside is a ring. Gleaming in platinum and sparkling with three tastefully large princess cut diamonds.

Its an engagement ring.

Diego is proposing.

He swallows hard and rumbles gruffly, "Now remember, you already said y--"

You cut him off with a shriek. "YES! YESYESYES!!"

In the time it takes him to blink twice with surprise you're on him. Arms around his neck, you throw yourself into his lap. He topples backwards and you ride him to the floor, already bawling hysterically.

He stares up at you in shock as you nod furiously and cry all over him. "Princess. You… you are certain?" If this were any other time you would be howling with laughter at his huge eyes and lax jaw.

Your answer is stuttery but determined. "Y-y-yeah. Put it-t-t-t on me already!"

He laughs in delight at your order and the imperious presentation of your shaking left hand. The ring glides on easily, a perfect fit. It gleams up at you blindingly. After a moment of admiration you lace your fingers with his and sigh at the union. His other hand comes up to roughly brush away your tears. "I know you do not like labels so much… but, you will be my, my married... Person. Thing?"

You stroke his bearded cheek in return, thumb lingering on that dimple. With a hard gulp you dive in head first. Fuck it.

"Yes, Diego. I will be your wife."

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The next time you wake it is dark out. You reach for a phone on the nightstand to your left and jump when you find one with a loud crack. Diego pops upright behind you, instantly on high alert. "Princess?" He hisses while covering your body with his own.

You gigglesnort, then meekly answer him, "I forgot about the ring and whacked a phone. Everything's okay, baby."

He sighs so deeply that his breath ruffles your hair. "Jesus fucking christ, woman. You are a menace." He flops down on top of you and snuggles back into your warmth.

You reach back with your left hand and grope blindly for his face. He licks your fingers as soon as they're in reach and you stuff them into his mouth as retaliation. He just sucks languidly.

"Mmmmmm, I'm your menace, baby. And I have to pee." He nips your fingers but rolls over to free you. You slide out of the bed and stretch your arms high while arching your back. Diego groans painfully. "What?"

Diego rises to all fours on the bed while the sheet slithers off of him. "You forget that other people can see without glasses, huh?" You cock your head and realize that you have a shadow.

It's a full moon. And I just stretched naked in front of a sliding glass door. "Oh. Huh. I guess I do forget. Oops. I'll be sure to keep that in mind now." Your seemingly tame answer is directly contradicted by the exaggerated roll of your hips that makes your butt bounce when you walk off.

"Fucking menace, woman." Diego growls as you push the bathroom door shut with a trill of laughter.

You never do go back to bed but you do wind up on the beach in front of the casita to watch the sunrise. Julio finds you both snuggled together late the next morning, still asleep on the covered daybed under the palms while the rising tide comes ever closer. At least Julio has the decency to cover your bare ass with a beach towel.

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By the time you think to check your phone gallery you have… 1,792 pictures. WHAT THE FUCK.

You scroll through the pics, there are a lot you do not remember taking. Was I that drunk or did Diego take some of these? One is a close up of your ass from below wearing a string bikini, I knew I wasn't that drunk. The next pic is Diego asleep on a lounge chair, one arm curled up above his head, muscles glistening in the sun, and swim trunks so low on his hips that it's almost obscene. Immediately following that is the same pic but with your own face photobombing about three inches away from the camera and giving a thumbs up with your left hand so your engagement ring is prominently visible. Oh yeah, I remember that one.

There are videos, too. The first one is Diego making lewd comments while you twerk in the ocean for about ten seconds. Okay, that's par for the course with us. Next is you successfully backflipping off of Diego's shoulders into the green water to everyone freaking out. Shit, even I'm impressed with myself. After that is video of you gagging through a dish of octopus at some restaurant. Both of you are clearly visible in the shot so Julio must have had the phone. Betrayal.

There are tens of dozens of the two of you in various poses and outfits, both disgustingly happy and blatantly in love. There's even a role reversal shot of Diego sprawled across your lap, one enormous arm wrapped around your neck and his knees over your own arm while you grimace and he laughs hysterically. The table to your right is covered in empty bottles and mostly finished drinks. An entire subsection depicts you asleep like you have a stalker. You count no less than 29 of you two trying on increasingly ridiculous hats in random stores.

You can't even keep count of all the close ups of a smoldering Murder Panther. You feel no guilt. Aren't you supposed to be ridiculously attracted to your fiancé??

Fiancé.

You have a fiancé. Your fiancé is Diego. You are engaged to Diego Rafael Jimenez.

I have to explain this ring to everyone. They'll have questions about him. People will want pictures. How do I explain what he does?? Oh my god, there's no closet here. I have to… find somewhere. And I can't I can't. Its-

Your head jerks upright when something touches your hair. Its Diego. Kneeling on the floor in front of you, he has unfurled a sheet over you to block out everything, and he waits there, watching you. Before you realize it your hands are reaching for his shoulders, just the feel of him, warm and solid under your hands, calms you.

Slowly, his right hand comes up to cover your left. "No closet, Princess." His huge fingers grip yours tightly. You nod a little. He just watches you, eyes guarded.

"Ask. Go ahead." You mutter. You can tell from his posture that he is uneasy, apprehensive.

He locks eyes with you and his gaze is intense. He curls all of his fingers around your left ring finger. "Still yes?"

The fear in his eyes breaks your heart. Your voice is shaky but determined, "No. You can't get rid of me. I'm your problem now, baby." His expression would make a meeker woman cower in fear, you laugh weakly.

He settles down on the tile floor in front of you, with the sheet over both of you. Its like four in the afternoon and I am sharing a blanket fort with my cartel boss fiancé while on vacation in Mexico. What even is my life? His elbows are on his knees, chin in hand. He studies you for a minute, you stare right back. He raises one eyebrow and you sigh in capitulation.

"I don't know how to just be happy. I suck at it." You shrug but reach for his face. Diego nuzzles into your hand while you stroke your thumb over his beard.

"Habby isz nawt a berb." He slurs into your palm with a soft kiss.

The epiphany is like a cinder block to the brain.

He's right. I don't have to 'do' anything. I'm happy right now. I've been happy every time I'm with him. And no one had to exert any effort.

People can define themselves. People can define their relationships. Why can't they define their own normal? I can make my own rules. Especially with someone like Diego as my partner.

His one eyebrow slowly rises as he watches your thoughts play out across your face. "You back?" He asks with a hidden smirk, you know its there from the way his eyes crinkle with laugh lines.

"Yup!" Is your decisive answer. Diego licks your palm. "I got better places you can lick, baby." You answer his smirk with a waggling eyebrow.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur of play wrestling and inappropriate noises.

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You do, in fact, go on a safari. Of sorts. Tours of ruins and jungle and cenotes, lots of side quests because the both of you are easily distracted by pretty colors. You probably added another thousand pictures of various palm trees to your gallery. The hat makes multiple appearances.

Diego has to ship a crate home to New York because he bought you too many souvenirs. You laugh and tease him when he wants to pick out things for your middle sister and niece, until you hear his logic.

"They were nice to me." He murmurs with a little half-shrug, "It was like being in a real family for a little bit." He studies the bins of painted shells on display in the little store with way too much focus.

You spend a moment deliberating before you decide to reach out and touch his elbow.

"Hey," your soft voice brings his gaze your way momentarily before he goes back to ceramic turtle magnets. You take his hand with your own right and rest your left hand on his chest. Diego looks down where your ring glints in the light, then up to your face. "You know you're going to be part of that 'real' family, right?"

Diego's boyish little smile is heartbreakingly adorable.

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The flight home is much shorter than you want it to be and you spend most of it asleep on Diego. At one point you wake up to see Bastian and Joey cuddled up together napping. When you look up from where your head is resting in Diego's lap he is already looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"What?" You whisper softly. You stifle a yawn and blink repeatedly.

Diego strokes one big hand over your hair and grips your jaw firmly. With a huge toothy grin he answers, "Mine."

"Uh huh. How many times you need me to say yes, baby?" You smirk up at him with an arched brow. He seems to be reveling in hearing you readily admit your commitment to him.

He considers your question carefully while his other hand trails down the front of your body under a blanket. I don't remember having a blanket earlier. Finally, Diego settles on "Every day. At least seven times. Seven is a good number, right Princess?"

Your body jerks as his fingers press between your thighs with steady determination. Your eyes flick over to Bastian and Joey, still out cold. You make a show of wiggling around to get comfortable, and, surprisingly, that involves spreading your legs. "Yessss." You hiss up at him.

Julio reclines his seat and exaggeratedly covers his face with a new hat.

Seven is a very good number.

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Your first day back to work is a circus. You don't think twice about your normal greeting as you enter the office suite. You swipe your badge with your right hand and pop the door, then wave 'hi' to everyone. Like usual. With your left hand.

There is an excessive amount of squealing that makes you second guess going into a female dominated field. The whole day is a wash because you have a steady stream of people passing through your cubicle. You're glad you had the forethought to curate a photo album of appropriate images to show your coworkers despite Diego's repeated attempts to sneak a dick pic in there somewhere. You most definitely included the glistening swim trunks lounge chair picture. Squealing intensifies.

Everyone comments on the hat and you're forced to tell the story of the hat. How you once told Diego that you wanted to see palm trees, 'But like, in the wild.' And Diego had laughed so hard that he fell off the bed only to pop back up wheezing about a 'Palm Tree Safari' until you smacked him in the face with a pillow. Your coworkers think it is just disgustingly adorable that he never let you live that down.

Your coworkers have questions:

When is the wedding?

Where are you having it?

What kind of dress do you want?

What are your colors?

Are you going to do flowers?

What about the cake?

Who is your maid of honor?

How did your family take the news?

What about his family?

Are you going to New York?

Will you take his name?

Oh shit. I forgot about the whole 'wedding' part of this.

#damnit diego #murder panther #rough me up then dick me down #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #zash writes #all the feels #so gross #soft murder panther #melty princess

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lawandorderforevercsi · 4 years ago

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Their Feelings Chapter 4: Wedding

Disclaimer: I don't own Forever, the show belongs ABC.

May 19, 2017

It was seven pm, and their wedding reception was in full swing full of music, dancing, food and of course the alcohol.

During the planning, Henry found out that Jo's and Sean's wedding was at City Hall and with minimal financial help. Henry knew this time Jo deserved the best of the best. He suggested they have it the Ritz Carlton Hotel. Jo protested, but Henry said, "We all live frugally, but sometimes it is good to indulge. It is also my job to make your dreams come true."

There were two groups of guests. The first group included her mom, her sister Gabriela's plus her family, Abe, Hanson, Reece, and Lucas. The only family who didn't show was her brother Emiliano. Emiliano decided not to come because he was upset that not Jo nor Gabriela nor his mother would talk to their father or visit him. It hurt at first, but she decided that immediate family and work-family she come to love and depend on was there and that was what mattered.

The second group was the extended family, like the cousins she never knew she had and relatives that she hadn't seen so long ago. They all asked about Henry, and she stuck to the story that Henry and Abe were business partners.

As they celebrated, Jo observed Henry as he mingled with the guests. Her love for him was unexplainable. Not like she wanted to explain it, she just knew it was true love. Yes, she did love Sean, but this love was on a whole different level.

As the party continued, Jo smiled as she remembered the vows they had just promised each other a few hours ago.

As they stood at the altar, Jo smiled as she saw how Henry stared at her. She knew that she made the right choice in the gown, which showed not only some leg, but it was off the shoulder, hugged her body, and show off her figure, which she knew Henry loved. She was glad she decided to forgo the veil and used a flower tucked behind her ear, like when he proposed. Then again, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. He looked so handsome and debonair in his tuxedo while it was the causal version of what she had seen in her dream a few years ago.

The minister said, "Now Jo and Henry have written their vows they would like to recite to each other. Go ahead, Jo."

Jo squeezed Henry's hands and began, "Henry, after I lost Sean, I thought I would never find love again. Then I met you at the morgue for the subway collision case. You unnerved me at first, but they quickly grew to admiration and trust as time went on. After our partnership nearly came to an end, I am glad it didn't. You demonstrated there is that love can be found I can love again even when I didn't think it was possible after Sean's death. While that trust was almost broken for good, I am glad it wasn't. Henry, my love for you, will only grow from here on out, I love you forever."

Henry smiled. He took one hand up to her face and, with his thumb, wiped a tear that was falling down Jo's beautiful face. Henry inhaled and exhaled and started talking, "Jo, like what you said, I too thought I was never going to find love ever again after Abigail. But at that moment you came to the morgue, and while I was amazed at your beauty, both inner and outer, and most importantly, your intelligence. I stayed away for a long time because I knew you were still in mourning. But it wasn't long before I realized how much I had fallen for you. Jo, in front of our guests and the minister, I swear to you my love and loyalty."

She was shaken from her trance when she saw trouble brewing. The trouble was in the form of her cousin, Consuela Villagara. Consuela (or Suela to her family) was big flirt. While she was attracted to intelligent men, she attracted the wrong type of man every single time. This time she was all over Henry (as she had done the same with Sean).

With determination, Jo marched over to the scene in question. She said in a slight menacing voice, "You know Suela, you need stop coming on to married men, especially if they are married to me."

Consuela jumped back and acted like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar, "But Jo, how is it you always find the good ones, first Sean now Dr. Morgan?"

Jo softened and said, "You need the confidence to find a man worthy of you."

With that, Jo was able to lead her husband away. When they were far enough away, Henry swept his wife up in a kiss that showed his undying love. When they parted lips, he said, "Thanks for coming to my aid. I was beginning to think I would never be able to escape her clutches."

Jo looked at her husband. She whispered, "My pleasure Dr. Morgan, just need to be even more careful…"

With her fingers in his hair, she said in a voice dripping with sensual intent, "…especially, you are mine forever."

Henry had breathed deep. He was most certainly looking forward to their wedding night and their honeymoon. After exchanging another heated kiss, they returned to the reception. Now hours later, after more cake cutting, dancing, and bouquet toss and garter. It was at this time they noticed that Consuela and Lucas gravitated towards each other and after they were recipients of the respective tosses. Both Henry and Jo knew they would need to keep an eye on the two, just in case.

After being showered with rice, they were finally on their way to start their lives as Dr. and Mrs. Morgan. The moment they entered the elevator, they were on each other, kissing with light feather touches and caresses. Thankfully their ride up didn't make any stops, so they continued in their blissful make-out session.

When the elevator dinged, Henry broke the kiss but held on to Jo's hand. He leads her to the room. When they reached the door, Henry brought out the key card and handed it to his wife. With his arms around her, Jo opened the door. However, before they could enter, Henry said, "I believe it's my first duty as your husband to carry you over the threshold."

Before Jo could say anything, Henry swept her off her feet and carried over the threshold. Before he set her down, hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the front knob, closed and locked the door. Turning to Jo, he walked to her and pulled her in for a sweet and loving kiss. Jo wrapped her arm around him and deepened the kiss. A few moments later, she broke the kiss and whispered, "I am going to go and get ready for a surprise that is for your eyes only. I won't take long."

While his wife freshened up, Henry began to get ready for their night. He had just taken off his formal wear when he heard, "Oh Mr. Morgan, are you ready for your surprise?”

When Henry followed the voice to the room went in, his mouth dropped. Jo is sitting on the petal decorated bed in an erotic position wearing revealing lingerie. The top barely covered her chest matched with barely there panties. Not that it mattered as he was about to take it off of her.

He quickly shed the last of his clothing and was only in a muscle shirt and a tight boxer, got on the bed, pulling her to him and crashed his lips with hers. Jo responded quickly and wound her arms around his neck and soon had her hand in his dark brown hair. Henry was no slouch as he let his hands roam and had his hands all over her body. When a need for air came about, he said in a teasing, "Tonight Mrs. Morgan, I will show you just how much I love and adore you."

Now fully aroused, Jo whispered, "Go ahead, Mr. Morgan, I am waiting."

Nearly three years after their initial meetings, it was them stopping the dancing and giving into their feelings that led to their happy day as they now look forward to the new chapter in their lives.

A/N: Thanks for reading the second chapter of "Their Feelings".

#forever #jo martinez #Alana de la Garza #henry morgan #ioan gruffudd

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moorehollandplz · 5 years ago

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A15 from smut with Haz please? 🤤

Ok ok ok this is my first solo Harrison fic… I must say this Harrison thirst has me swerving into his lane! Hope you all enjoy this!!’ He just can’t keep his hands off you!! Or can he?

NSFW UNDER THE CUT (which never works… but I try it all the same)

Warnings: Adult themes, smut, A15 mutual masturbation, adult language

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Harrison’s lips moved across yours effortlessly as his tongue swept into your mouth to mingle with yours. His hands left your body for a moment to rip his shirt over his head, breaking the kiss. He tossed the flimsy material into some corner. His crystalline eyes were bright as he stared at you, and they glittered in what was left of the sunlight that filtered into the room from the setting sun. He smiled down at you, noticing your heavy breathing and trembling knees. “Do you want to keep going, love?” Harrison asked as he reached for the hem of your shirt.

You nodded slowly as your eyes drank in his half naked body. “Yes… please don’t stop.” You begged, without realizing, and a devilish smile spread across his face.

“You got it, pretty girl.” He said as he lifted your shirt off and tossed it to join his in the corner. His hands gripped your hips as you tipped your head back to allow him access to your neck. You let your eyes flutter closed as he peppered soft kisses down your neck to the swell of your breasts, stopping here and there to suck little purple marks into your skin. His hands slipped forward, popping the button on your jeans with ease. Your hands found his, stilling his work on your fly as you took a small step back. Harrison lifted his eyes to yours and you sucked in a breath at the primal look you saw in them.

“Remember the bet you made? About us not being able to last a week without putting our hands down each other pants?” You asked him a small smirk gracing your face as he groaned.

His hands slid back to your hips and he pulled you back to him, resting his forehead against yours. “Come on… no one will know.” He whined as he dipped his head in an attempt to capture your lips again.

“Tom will know!” You almost yelled as you dodged his lips. “He always knows!!!”

Harrison rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Ok… how long has it been since the bet started?”

“Haz… It’s been three hours!” You said as your laughter bubbled out of you.

“Fuuuuck…” Harrison’s grip on your hips tightened as he rolled his hips into yours. “I know I told that div I could easily keep my hands off you… but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die if I can’t have you right now.”

“Aw… my poor baby.” You said, each word dripping with sarcasm as you pulled his head to your shoulder. “It’s gonna be a long week for me too.” Your tone softened with sincerity as you ran your fingers through his sandy colored waves. He hummed in response as your fingernails lightly grazed his scalp.

Suddenly, Harrison’s head snapped up that same devilish grin taking over his beautiful face. “Wait, we can’t put our hands in ‘each others’ pants…” He said motioning between the two of you with his hand for emphasis. “But, there’s nothing saying we can’t put our hands in ‘our own’ pants.” His smile widened as you cocked a brow at him, intrigued by his suggestion.

“Took you all of ten seconds to find a loophole…” You shook your head at him as he leaned in for a quick kiss. He took a few steps back his hands slowly releasing your hips as his body moved away from yours.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Finish what I started.” He said, his voice laced with lust. His bright crystal clear eyes darkened, as your hands moved to unzip your jeans. You watched his eyes follow your hands as they pushed your jeans over your hips and down your legs, letting them fall into a pool at your feet. You carefully stepped out of them one foot at a time, kicking them at Harrison, and he laughed as he easily caught them. He dropped them to the floor beside him as his laughter subsided, and his eyes raked over your body, licking his lips at the sight of you.

“Your turn.” You breathed, barely able to speak due to the way he was looking at you. Harrison’s lust filled gaze met yours as his hands started work on his belt. Now it was your turn to watch his every move as his nimble fingers undid the button, and slowly dragged the zipper down.

Damn, you wanted those fingers inside you.

His pants fell to the floor, and your eyes widened at the large bulge in his boxer briefs. “See what you do to me, love?” He asked as he took a small step forward, clearly forgetting for a moment you weren’t supposed to touch each other. “Christ, I want to touch you so bad.” He said as he palmed himself through his underwear, and you bit your lower lip at the sight.

“This is gonna be a long week, Haz.” You said softly as you reached for your bra clasp, undoing it and dropping the lacy material to the floor. Without hesitation you slipped your matching lace undies to down over your hips, and let them hit the floor. You smirked as Harrison’s breath hitched, and his cheeks turned pink as his eyes drifted over your naked body. You had seen each other naked at least a hundred times, and it was nice to know you still had such an effect on him.

“Bloody hell, Y/n.” He muttered, bringing his awe filled eyes back to yours.

You gave him a playful wink as you sat on the bed, scooting up the soft sheets until your back came into contact with the wall. Harrison watched as you placed your hands on your stomach, slowly dragging your fingers up your body, lightly grazing over your nipples, and up to your mouth pushing two fingers passed your parted lips. You sucked on your fingers, running your tongue over them as you kept your eyes on Harrison and his slack jawed face. You removed your fingers from your mouth with a small popping sound and reached out to him curling your fingers beckoning him to you.

“Come on Haz… what are you waiting for?” You asked in a sultry voice, and your smile widened as Harrison gulped.

He immediately rid himself of his underwear. Almost tripping over it as he tried to get to the bed, as quickly as possible. He settled himself in front of you, giving you both a great view of what the other was about to be doing. Harrison slid forward, positioning himself on his knees between your spread legs, and resting his left hand on your knee so there would be at least some contact between the two of you. His right hand wrapped around his large, very hard cock, gripping it gently as he slowly moved his hand up and down.

“Ready, love?” He asked as his eyes flicked to your wet fingers inching down your body.

“Oh, I’m so ready.” You smiled as your fingers finished their journey, reaching between your thighs. You dipped two of your fingers between your folds, softly moaning as the tip of your finger brushed over your sensitive clit. “I’m so fucking wet…” You purred as you continued to swirl your fingers around in your juices. Harrison groaned as he watched you remove your fingers from your dripping pussy, bringing them up to your lips. “Mmmm…” You smiled at him as you licked them clean. “Tastes so good… It’s a shame you can’t have any.”

“Fuck…” Harrison groaned, squeezing his cock a little tighter, and pumping his hand a little faster. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up, love.” His voice was husky and laced with lust. His piercing eyes were dark like the sea after a storm as he watched you.

You dropped your hand back to your pussy, your fingers started drawing fast tight circles on your clit, and forcing a moan from your lips. You watched Harrison’s hand sliding up and down his cock as his hips thrust into his grip meeting his rhythm, wishing he was rutting into your pussy instead his hand.

“Oh fuck, Haz…” You panted as you felt a spike to your arousal, climbing ever closer to that sweet climatic edge. You slipped two fingers inside your quivering entrance, your breath hitching in your throat as your walls trembled around them.

“Close?” He grunted as he scooted closer to you, his cock now hovering over your throbbing pussy. You nodded up at him not trusting your voice to work at the moment. You pushed your fingers in and out faster to match Harrison’s rhythm on his cock. “Fuck… me too… together?” He said through gasps of pleasure. He was especially beautiful in these moments as he fell apart. His cheeks pink from arousal and exertion, his lips swollen from kisses, his hair falling onto his forehead, and his dark eyes looking at you with such adoration.

“Oh… fuck…” Your orgasm hit you hard as Harrison grunted, bucking into his hand and releasing ribbons of hot cum onto your stomach. Waves of delicious pleasure shot through you, flooding every single nerve in your body. Your body shook with the force of your euphoria. You felt your walls clenching around your fingers as you worked yourself through your orgasm.

Both of you were left breathless, as you stared at each other in the aftermath of orgasmic bliss. Harrison cracked a lazy smile at you as he leaned down to kiss you. You were pulled from your blissful state when a loud knock sounded at the door followed by Tom’s voice.

“Hey! What are you doing in there? Haz, did you seriously already cave?” You could hear his boyish laughter through the door.

Harrison rolled his eyes, hanging his head in exasperation at the intrusion. “Nah, mate… didn’t cave.” He said brushing his nose against yours.

“Bullshit! I could hear you over the telly!” Tom yelled almost victoriously. “You totally lost… couldn’t even last a day.”

“I didn’t lose anything! You only said I couldn’t put my hands in her pants…” He rebutted, putting emphasis on those last two words.

There was silence on the other side of the door as Tom was clearly working that one out. “Wait… I want in on that!! Open the door!” He said knocking frantically. You and Harrison burst out laughing as Tom begged to be allowed to join in.

“You’re a bit late, Tom.” You said through fits of laughter.

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 6 years ago

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Yandere stray kids the wedding series: The wedding (3/4)

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Pairing: Reader X Stray kids Members Requested: Yes, by @petalskook : “Can I ask for a reaction to skz!yandere, How would your wedding be?” A/n: I thought it would be fun to make this a series so I did. Word count: 10k (I warned you guys) Author’s note: I added some more things to your request, because I felt like it fit the story well. I hope you like it. (This is a long post so get a snack I’d say. I’m not even sorry.) THIS TOOK ME A WHOLE WEEK.

Warning: Yandere themes, swearing, mentions of death, toxic relationships, mention of suicide do not read if uncomfortable (Also cute moodboards because I love weddings <3)

Important message at the end of the post, please read!

Chan:

The wedding had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. When they were sending out their invites, Chan had made sure to know every little detail about every person. People who knew about Chan’s true face, they weren’t invited. Of course they weren’t. He wasn’t going to risk the chance of his wedding getting ruined. The final chance of making Y/n his for the rest of their lives and whatever comes after it. The people who weren’t invited knew that Chan had killed multiple people before. They were intimidated by him and didn’t even dare to tell others about his secret life.

The wedding took place outside, the aisle would be lined up to a big tree where Chan would be waiting for Y/n. He’d greet people brightly, thanking them for coming. The people that were invited to the wedding were the most oblivious people Chan could find. They all saw Chan as a young handsome man, who obviously was in love with Y/n. She on the other hand didn’t think much of it, since Chan made it seem like her parents and best friends didn’t wanted to come. Like they didn’t support their relationship. Y/n would devastated by the fact that they didn’t love her enough to come to their special day and Chan couldn’t be happier.

She had been crying in his arms that day, looking comfort in by her fiancé as she was heartbroken. He’d try to contain his happiness from her. She now believed that she was all alone, but he made sure that she knew, he was everything she needed and now the day finally had arrived that they would become husband and wife. He almost had her all to himself, not that he didn’t already, but it would be official.

Chan had hired guards, so nobody could disturb the wedding. Not wanting to risk one of Y/n’s family members to show up and stop everything. Just the thought of it made him go crazy, but he kept himself calm by the thought of Y/n becoming his wife within just a few hours. He had thought of so many scenarios of how things could go wrong, but then he thought of her and he knew everything would be just fine.

He was nervously waiting as the last minutes ticked by. He hadn’t seen her in hours, but he just couldn’t wait. His heart skipped a beat, when the wedding planner announced that the bride had arrived. Chan would quickly check his looks, before he stared in awe at his beautiful bride. She looked absolutely stunning and he couldn’t help but cry. His wishes finally became reality. She is becoming his forever.

When she stood in front of him, she smiled brightly. Letting out a soft ‘hi’ as they held hands. Chan would wipe away a tear that rolled down her cheek and kiss her forehead, before they started the ceremony.

“The groom and the bride, now have the chance to exchange their self-written vows.” The marriage officiant says. “Y/n, will you start?”

“I enter into this life with you without reservation, without fear or confusion, but with a clear and trusting heart. Everything will work out love, because we will be together. I promise to honour you, to love you with all I have. I promise to always be by your side, no matter what. I love you.”

“Chan, your vows?” The officiant says.

“Every promise I make to you is one I feel is not a burden, but rather a gift- I don't have to honour and cherish you, I get to, I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with, I GET to be there for you and support you. It is my fantastic pleasure to be in the position to be there for you my love. I want to give you my unconditional love, tenderness, and undying devotion, I will not ask you to be more than you are, and to love you for being you. You’re my everything. You’re my life. You’re my future. I love you my queen.” Chan was holding her hands in his as he looked deeply into her eyes. Tears were blurring both of their visions, but they didn’t care.

“You made my vows sound lame.” Y/n pouts as Chan wiped her tears away once again. The whole room would be in a fit of laughter at her comment, before the officiant calmed the room down for the last part of the ceremony.

The rings were exchanged and the couple looked at each other with excitement.

“…and with by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride. " Within a millisecond, his lips would crashed on hers, sharing their first kiss as a married couple.

The reception would be also be outside under a big tent. Y/n was in awe at everything Chan and the wedding planner had arranged and she couldn’t be happier with the outcome. She would be tearing up once again as she couldn’t contain her happiness.

“You’re a little cry baby today, aren’t you babygirl?” Chan whispers as she hugged him tightly, emotional as they danced their first dance.

Everything went as planned, that’s what Y/n thought at least. Chan heard from one of the guards that Y/n’s (ex-) best friend tried to get in. She was there to ruin the wedding. And Chan wasn’t having it. He excused himself from Y/n, kissing her temple, before he went to confront the girl.

“You can’t do this Chan, you’re out of your mind! You’re a sick, possessive bastard who should end up in a psycho house!” She’d yell as soon as she saw Chan walking up to her. “Listen to me you little vermin, you can’t stop this. She hates you. She loves me. She’s mine. There’s nothing you can do against it. You’re nothing to her, she doesn’t need you. She never did. She has me now.” Chan growled lowly.

“You’re sick! She’s too good for you! You should just-“

“I should nothing. Well, maybe I do should do something about you.” Chan states with a smirk on his face. The girl’s face fell when the two guards took her away from the event, she knew what was coming next. And Chan’s smiling face would be the last thing she would see in her life.

Woojin:

Unlike Chan, Woojin wouldn’t care who came. He had everybody wrapped around his finger. Nobody thought anything bad about Y/n’s sweet Woojin. ‘Woojin could do nobody wrong. He couldn’t even hurt a fly. I mean look at him, he’s so cute and lovable. He can’t be a bad guy. He’s so good to Y/n. Why are you so against them?’ Somebody would say to Y/n’s best guy friend.

“You’re not jealous of them, are you?” The person would ask.

“N-no, I just don’t trust him. There’s something about him, I just don’t know what it is yet.” He’d say, not noticing Woojin who was eavesdropping. Woojin would clench his fist. He wasn’t looking for any distractions or obstacles on his wedding day.

No, his future wife deserved all the attention.

It would all be about her.

She had to be in the spotlight that day and nothing could ruin that.

Woojin’s best man ran to Woojin, informing him that Y/n’s best guy friend was on his way to Y/n and Woojin wasn’t going to let that happen. So, he ran after him. “Hey, Y/f/n. Can I talk to you?” He’d ask the boy, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “I really need to talk to Y/n.” He said, trying to get away from Woojin. “Can’t that wait? I really need to show you something? See it as a wedding present for us?” The poor boy couldn’t say no to that, also because Woojin had already taking him away.

Woojin would take the boy outside of the event, into the woods near the edge of the cliff. He’d start to choke the boy as soon as they got there.

“You think I didn’t know what you were up to? Huh? It’s a shame that you had to do this, I didn’t wanted to get my hands or my wedding tuxedo dirty, but I guess you’ll be an exception. I will have to do this fast, because my wife needs my attention. I don’t want any unwanted guest at Y/n’s and my wedding. You should’ve thought about this if you knew who I really was. Any last words, you little fuck?” Woojin whispered as he looked in satisfaction how the colour of the boy’s face, whose he held in his tight grip, disappeared slowly.

“Fuck you.” Was the only thing he could manage to say, his grip on Woojin’s hands getting weaker by the second.

Woojin sighed and turned the boy’s head without any mercy. He hid the body, so he could get rid of it later, Erasing his traces.

Minutes later he’d be back at the event, walking down the aisle as it was time for the ceremony. Woojin’s best man gave him a look that only Woojin would understand. He’d return a smile, telling him in silence that the job was done. Woojin’s attention switched to the aisle when music started to play and he’d smile brightly as soon as he saw his beautiful bride. The love of his life that would be his wife in just a few minutes.

More minutes had passed and it was now time for Woojin’s vows:

“…I promise to find a way to show you how much I love you every single day of our lives. You fill my life with meaning. Thank you for taking me as I am, loving me, and welcoming me into your heart. I promise to always love you, respect you, and to be faithful to you forever.”

“The rings please.” The officiant would say.

“I, Y/n, give you, Woojin this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." She says as she slipped the ring on Woojin’s long finger. He’d smile at her and return the saying.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Woojin swept her off her feet and dipped her as he kissed her. She giggled in between the kisses whilst the crowd was cheering for them.

Later that day, when the two sat down at their table at the reception, which was in an old fabric that was renovated. So, that events like weddings could be celebrated there, otherwise it would disappear under a thick layer of dust.

“Have you seen y/friend’s/n? I didn’t see him at the ceremony?” His wife asked. “No, I’m sorry baby. I think he might bailed.” “Why would he do that? I thought he was happy for me- us.” She mutters sadly. “I don’t know baby, but don’t worry. You can forget about him, all you need is me, isn’t that right my queen?” “It is baby.” She whispered before kissing him.

She excused herself after a while, wanting to dance with her friends. Woojin would whine for a while, until he saw his best man. He let her go, telling her to not have too much fun without him, before he went off to his friend.

“Speak.” Woojin mutters harshly under his breath. “We cleared the body and the traces have been erased.” The other Yandere said. “Thank you, you’ve brought me a great wedding gifts.” Woojin would say happily as he hugs his friend. “Everything for you and your wife.” “She’s finally mine. There’s nothing now that could separate us, not even death!” Woojin exclaimed. “I know, it just seems amazing. I can’t wait to marry as well.” He said with a smile.

“Trust me, even though I’ve been only married for an hours or so. It’s amazing. Now, excuse me. I’m going to dance with my wife.” He yells over the music, running off to his wife who was dancing. He ripped her off of her friends and pulled her into his arms. She’d squeal happily when she was in her husband’s arms again. “You’re back!” “Let’s have a good time baby.” He whispers in her ear as they began to dance the night away.

Minho:

Like Woojin, Minho would want a smaller type of wedding. But almost nobody would know about it. The bachelor party, wasn’t really a bachelor party. Her friends thought it was just an average gathering for the girls. Y/n wasn’t allowed to speak about the wedding, but she wanted to tell her friends so badly. Yet, she secretly knew Minho was testing her and he was indeed.

He needed to know how good she’d be to him, how loyal and trusting she could be for him. And she succeeded. She didn’t tell a single soul, maybe a small animal she would find in her backyard, but that would be it.

Y/n had ask Minho something about sending the invites to the guests, only to receive a weird glance from her fiancé.

“What guests?” He’d say. The guests to our wedding- d-don’t you want guests?” He’d ignore her question and pull her on his lap, placing her head on his shoulder and holding her tight. “My love, don’t you think it would be better to have a wedding just for the two of us?” “You don’t want to invite anybody-“ “Just imagine it princess, you in an amazing dress. You would look even more perfect than you already do and me in a tuxedo. Isn’t a wedding just about the bride and the groom? That’s all we need, don’t we?” Minho said quickly with excitement. “I guess you’re right but-“ “No, buts. We are having a private wedding. I have everything planned out. And nobody would have to come, it would save us so much money, which we could eventually spend on our honeymoon. That I also already booked. Baby, it will be beautiful. No further distractions from other people. Just you and me. And the marriage officiant, because somebody has to marry us.” He laughs.

Y/n was sad about the thought of not being able to share her wedding day with more people that she loved, but when she looked at Minho, he gave her the puppy eyes. She would sigh and give into his suggestion to have a secret wedding.

And Minho couldn’t be happier. He had planned everything out. The wedding would take place in a open stop in the mountains. The aisle would be simple, but the few was majestic. The music would be playing softly as Y/n walked down the aisle. He chuckled when he heard her gasp in surprise, she had no idea what Minho had planned for their wedding.

When she stood in front of him she jumped up and down excitedly. “First I was driven here by a private chauffeur, blindfolded. And now this few! The decorations are absolutely stunning!” She exclaimed as she was in his arms. “I’m glad you like it baby. Shall we do this?”

The ceremony went on smoothly, no distractions. Just him and her. That’s all that mattered and that’s all that he wanted. She needed him, nothing but him. He could give her anything she wanted.

“… I devote myself to you, heart and soul. There is truly no me without you. Life has no meaning, truth doesn't exist without you. You are the feeling of life. You are the glory of creation. You are my love and my light. Be with me always and I will give you everything that I have.” He whispered to her as he said his vows.

Y/n cried at his sweet words, also still an emotional wreck as the exchanged rings and their last thoughts. And before the two knew it, they were declared husband and wife and Minho had crashed his lips on her. She was still crying tears of joy as he kissed her.

“Are you ready for our next surprise my wife?” Minho asks sweetly. She nodded in excitement. He took her by the hand and lead her to the reception that was inside. She gasped once again when she saw the venue. He had rented an entire restaurant, just for the two of them. The table would be set by large windows so they had the full scenery in front of them as they ate. Minho helped Y/n with her dress, before the chef came to congratulate them and bring them their cake.

“It’s like we’re on a date. You know just the two of us.” Y/n giggled. “A date where we get married?” Minho laughed, making her laugh as well. “I’m glad we did this, it’s so much more intense when it’s just the two of us.” Y/n admitted. Minho just smiled at her. Happy that he now knew he had her wrapped around his finger. He loved how naive she is, she didn’t even notice how much he hated her family. They knew too much and he couldn’t risk losing her because of some morons. ‘What do they know? They don’t know anything about our love. About my love for her. They can all fuck off. She’s mine now.’ Minho thought to himself as he enjoyed the view, that was his wife.

“I love you.” She whispered when she caught him staring. “I love you too, so much. My beautiful queen. My one and only.”

Changbin:

This perfectionist would want all the control when it comes to the wedding and she was fine with that. He’d ask her what she wanted and it would make it happen for her. He’d listen to every tiny detail she wanted for the wedding. It made him happy to see her happy. When it came to the guest he would have every say in it. “What about my aunt?” She’d asks. “Do you want somebody who keeps asking us about when we are having children on our wedding day?” Changbin would reply. “Never mind then. What about my friend s-“ “No, she keeps nagging and I don’t think we’re waiting for any conflicts to be made at the wedding.” “You’re right. You know what. You know what you’re doing. I trust you. As long as my parents and my friends are there, I’ll be fine.” She’d say, before kissing him and leaving his office to go to the other room.

Changbin would only invite the necessary people, like her parents, her best friends and her closest family members. People like her grandparents if she wanted to. “Baby what flowers would you like?” “Y/favourite/flowers!” She’d yell from their shared bedroom. “Alright princess!”

Changbin would be the sweetest when it came to your wedding, but she had to be good to him. He wouldn’t be testing her the way Minho would, but he definitely would be keeping his eyes on her all the time. When she had free time given by him to shop for a wedding dress, he had a spy who would update Changbin about Y/n.

When Y/n had returned home. She gave Changbin a kiss before she ran upstairs with the dress that she had successfully bought. He’s chuckle at how adorable she was, before he turned his attention to the spy that was waiting outside for Changbin. “I saw that the dress shopping was a success.” Changbin said in a serious, but happy tone. “It was sir, she was very happy. And there were no guys near her. Those who almost were, I eliminated them.” “Well job.” “Now about my payment-“ The man in front of Changbin got cut off by the bullet that was shot through his skull. “Don’t think you’re an exception. Nobody but me gets to be around my Y/n, not even if I paid you.” Changbin muttered, before he disposed the body.

It was finally the day of the wedding and Changbin would be running around like he was the actual wedding planner. “Are the flowers here- no that needs to be there. What on earth are you doing? Do you think this is a joke? Get your ass out there and do your fucking job!” He’d yell at an innocent boy who didn’t even work there. Changbin was just worried, he needed everything to be perfect for her. He wanted everything to be exactly like what she had imagined, he wanted to be her dream. He wanted to be part of her dream that came true. ‘Of course this would be a dream for her, she’s marrying me. What else would she need- would she like the flowers? Are they the right colour? Oh my…’ He thought to himself. And when Changbin thought everything was going right, the maid of honour came to him telling his fiancée needed to speak to him, urgently.

His anxiety got the best of him and he started to think of scenarios that could happen or things she could possibly say to him. ‘Changbin I don’t think we can go through with this, I don’t want to marry you’ ‘I never loved you I just wanted this to be set up so I could marry y/f/n.’ ‘I just saw a picture of the venue and I hate it, this whole wedding is ruined. If this is what you give me how could I marry you-‘

“Changbin is that you?” He heard his love stutter after he had knocked on her door. “Y-yes princess it’s me. What’s wrong? I heard from y/f/n that you needed to talk to me?” He whispered from the other side of the door that separated them. “I-I’m scared.” She muttered softly. “Of course it’s scary my love, but think about it this way. We’re going to be together for the rest of our-” “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just…” She trailed off causing Changbin to be confused by her inaudible mumbling. “What was that darling, please speak clearly you’re kind of freaking me out-“ “I’m scared you won’t like the dress.” She blurted out.

Changbin sighed in relief and a sound of laughter followed soon, causing Y/n to let out a sound of confusion. “Baby, I’m sure I will love your dress. Even if you showed up in a trash bag I would still marry you. I don’t care what you wear, all I want is to marry the love of my life and make you mine forever.” He whispered truthfully. He heard her sigh in relieve as well and he saw a small hand sticking out of the door frame. “Thank you honey, I needed that.” She whispered from the other side of door whilst squeezing his hand. He kissed her hand before he said his goodbye.

The anxiety faded as soon as Y/n walked down the aisle. They were both ready to marry each other. He was ready to continue to dedicate his life to her, to worship her like a goddess. He loves her so much he was jumping up and down in excitement, making the room laugh slightly.

The ceremony was over before they knew it. The three was lighted up as they shared their first kiss as a married couple. Y/n still was repeating Changbin’s vows in her head:

‘Sometimes I listen to you breathing and think that this wonderful person - the flesh and blood sitting next to me - is the most beautiful collection of star stuff that could ever be. I only want to sit and listen to you and feel your heartbeat, knowing that you will always be there with me. I promise to wake you in the mornings and to help you rest at night. I promise to make everything easier. I promise to respect and love you for who you are and to love the person you will be for all the years to come.’

For the reception, Changbin didn’t bother hiring security. It would only cost him money, lives and time. He’d have to clean them up after the wedding and he wasn’t in the mood. Instead he kept her by his side like any newlyweds would do. This way, he could keep his eyes on her as she stuck onto him like glue held them together.

He’d try to hold back by every male guest who touched his wife as they congratulated them, but he knew they would never ever have a chance with her. When that was done, he dragged his wife to the dancefloor and started to dance with her like nobody was watching. He didn’t care and neither did she. He spun her around as he picked her up, her dress following her behind. He looked at her lovingly as she giggled in his arms, also not being able to keep his hands off her.

“I love you my love.” “I love you too.” She whispered. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly.

His one and only.

His love and the light of his life.

His wife. Only his.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin is an emotional Yandere. He’d manipulate her when it came to her or his feelings. When Hyunjin didn’t get what he wanted he’d whine and cry like a little child to get what he wanted and of course she couldn’t help but give him what he wanted, his tears were her weakness and since Hyunjin was an emotional person, he would be a crying mess on his wedding day.

His best man, Jeongin, would be helping him with his tuxedo. “Jeongin, I’m getting married today!” He’d cry out with a gasp as he realised what was happening. “Yes, Hyunjin you’ve been crying that out for the past few hours now.” The younger boy would laugh as he fixed Hyunjin’s tie. “Now, dry your face and get a hold of yourself. You’re going to marry her today. You’re love of your life.” Jeongin whispered, making the boy burst into tears once again. “I’m just so happy! She’s going to be my wife forever! I’ve been waiting for this moment, ever since I saw her.” “I remember the day when you spotted her. I told you you’d get obsessed with her and here we are.” Jeongin, who was also a yandere, said. His fiancée would be one of Y/n’s bridesmaids and Hyunjin couldn’t be happier, well at least he thought. Hyunjin was happy to be able to share his thought with a fellow yandere.

Hyunjin was also whipped for his fiancée. “Hyunjin we can’t see each other before the wedding.” She’d giggle as Hyunjin squeezed a hand through the door frame. “I just needed to hear you. I couldn’t bare being away from you any longer.” He whined, wiggling his hands to sign that he wanted to hold hers. “I can’t wait to marry you.” She whispered back, shaking his hand a little in excitement. He giggled at her action and leaned down to kiss it. “Hyunjin we need to get ready.” Jeongin panted as he came in running. “Jeongin is that you?” She’d chuckles. “I swear, I lose this guy out of my sight for one second and he comes running to you.” Jeongin laughs. “Baby, go with Jeongin. I’ll see you soon.” Y/n would say to her groom. “But baby, I still have-“ Hyunjin would try. “The marriage officiant is waiting, Hyunjin.” “Baby go.” Hyunjin heard her say. He kissed her hand once again before he ran off with Jeongin.

Hyunjin had to ran for 5 minutes to get outside, because that boy was so whipped for his queen that he had rented a whole castle to have their wedding. The place didn’t needed much decoration, since it was a castle and very spectacular itself. Hyunjin looked around as he greeted some of the guests, he made sure everything was perfect. He also had taken a peek at the reception, taking a glance of the cake. He sighed happily as everything went as planned, until Y/n was standing in front of him. After she had walked down the aisle with her dad on her side, Hyunjin had cried his eyes out in happiness. He was focusing all his attention on his bride, but a guy behind him suddenly caught his eye.

It was Y/n’s guy friend. He was eyeing her up and down and Hyunjin felt his blood boiling. ‘How dares he to check out my bride like that on our wedding day.’ He thought. Jeongin notices Hyunjin glaring at the guy and poked his back shortly to get him back on focus. They shared a look and Jeongin knew what to do after the wedding. In the meantime as Jeongin was making a plan for Y/n’s friend, Hyunjin was saying his vows.

"’I do’ really means, ‘I will’. I will dedicate myself to you. I will take your hand in a spirit of adventure. I will respect your decisions even when I might not agree with them. I will stand by you. I will love you and love growing old with you. If I have done anything right in my life, it will be giving my heart to you - my one true love.”

Minutes later he’d kiss his wife passionately, trying to make it clear to her guy friend that he had no chance with her. He’d pick her up bridal style and run down the aisle with her in his arms whilst the people were cheering happily for them.

After their first dance, Hyunjin handed his beautiful wife over to her parent. Kissing her cheek, before he walked off to Jeongin who smirked. “Where is he?” Hyunjin asked his friend coldly. “I locked him in one of the bathrooms on the other side of the castle.” “Good job.” Hyunjin said whilst smirking along.

Soon they had arrived at the bathroom, Hyunjin started laughing. The boy looked pathetic as he was tied up and laid on the ground. Hyunjin knelt down to his level and ripped the tape from his face, making the boy groan in pain. “Why are you doing this? I knew something was up with you. I never thought you were a psychopath.” He’d yell. “Yell all that you want. They won’t be able to hear you. Nobody will. Nobody will ever find you or care enough to look for you. We should do you a favour and make you disappear, don’t we Jeongin?” “I agree.” Jeongin said, taking out a knife out of his back pocket.

“Who do you think you are! Checking my wife out! How dare you! She’s mine! Only mine! You need to pay for what you did you fucking twat.” Hyunjin yells as he grabbed the boy by his hair. Not wanting to bruise the boy’s skin as they wanted to make their murder look like an act of suicide.

“Wait! No- Please!” Jeongin’s laughter had an evil tint to it as he cut the robes of the boy. In the meantime was Hyunjin running the bath, before they grabbed the boy and threw him in. They held his head under the tab, grabbing him by the shoulder so he couldn’t get out of their grip. When he stopped squirming and his colour of his skin started to pale, they let go of him. They checked his pulse, to make sure they had gotten rid of him.

“Should we clean this up?” Jeongin would ask. “No, leave him here. Make it seem natural. Let’s go outside. It will seem like we took a walk.” Hyunjin said. “You’re so smart.” “You’ve a lot to learn, but you’ll get there.” Hyunjin laughs as they walked out the door.

When they had sneaked outside successfully after their task, Hyunjin saw his wife in her stunning white dress, running up to them. “What’s wrong baby?” He asks her as she looked upset. “Have you seen Y/f/n? I haven’t seen him since the ceremony.” She states confused. “No I’m sorry baby, Jeongin and I were just taking a walk whilst chatting. Maybe he left already?” Hyunjin said as he held her in his arms. “Why would he leave? I thought he was my friend?” She pouts.

“Don’t be sad my love, you have me. I’ll be all you need.” Hyunjin smiled as he pecked her lips. “I know, now let’s go back inside. I want to dance with you.” She says with a smirk. “Everything for you my love.”

Jisung:

Jisung is a scaredy and panicky-like person. When Jisung proposed he had a million things going through his mind. ‘She will say yes, right? Of course Jisung, why wouldn’t she say yes? She loves you- but what if she doesn’t? No- No don’t be crazy! She loves you. What if it was all an act-‘ His own thoughts were cut off when she appeared and he went for it and popped the question. Ever since he hasn’t been any less anxious. He was running back and forth, making calls at the same time as he planned his wedding with a wedding planner on his side. “What if the weather would be bad?” He’d ask in a panicked tone. “You two are planning to marry in the summer, it will be fine.” “But what if-“ “Jisung, it will be fine. Everything will work out. Trust me.” The wedding planner tried to assure him. “It better will.” Jisung growled at him. Before he went back to making calls.

Jisung and Y/n were now out on trying flavours for their cake, when Y/n asked him how the planning was going.

“W-why are you asking? Everything is going fine- just great! You shouldn’t worry- you’re asking a lot of questions-“ “Baby, calm down. Breath.” His fiancée say as she held his cheeks in her hands. “You’re all wrought-up. You know I’m right here when you need any help and so is our wedding planner. He will do an amazing job and so will you. I believe in you my love.” She assured him whilst she peppered his face with kisses. Jisung calmed down in her touch and kissed her hands in appreciation. “Thank you princess, but I feel like I should do this. You shouldn’t be worried about our wedding. The only think you need to do it be pretty and be there.” He jokes, with a tint of anxiety hidden in the back. “I’m for sure going to be there, but let me help. I don’t want to see you all worn out at our wedding day. This is also about you- it’s about us two, coming together and become one. We’re going to be married Sungie. Let me help you.” She whispers as she runs her fingers through his hair. “Alright, could you please help me with the flowers and the cake? That would be amazing.” “I will my love. Now, finish your cake. It’s a pity if they’d have to throw it away.” She smiles as she feeds him another piece. “I love you princess.”

Finally, the day of the wedding was there. And Jisung was as anxious as ever. He was shaking and Y/n had told him to take some medicine, since he got her worried. He did as he was told and he calmed down. He now was walking around the venue, with sort of glassy eyes. The medicines had hit him hard, but they’d wear off eventually. It was an hour before the wedding and Jisung felt happiness instead of his lingering anxiety. He was greeting guests cheerfully and thanking them for coming.

The only thing on Jisung’s mind right now was marrying the love of his life. He was getting so excited, until Y/n’s brother came up to him. (A/n: if you don’t have a brother in real life, for the sake of this imagine/ scenario, please pretend you do. It isn’t called ‘fiction’ for nothing.) Jisung hated Y/n’s brother. He always was stepping on Jisung’s toes. Always pointing out Jisung’s flaws, telling him he’d never be good enough for Y/n. Jisung wanted him gone at this point. “Hey, faggot. You look a little nervous now, don’t you?” He’d scoff. Jisung would roll his eyes, trying to walk away from him so he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret on his wedding day. “What is this?” Her brother would start as he looked into Jisung’s eyes. “The little fucker is even high on his own wedding day! How fucking predictable.” He’d snicker.

“I have told you multiple times that you should piss of maggot-“ “And I’ve told you multiple times, that I will marry that girl. No matter what. You aren’t an exception. Don’t think you’re special or anything.” Jisung snapped back. Her brother didn’t look too amused and rolled his eyes at Jisung. “I will stop this marriage with all my power, just remember that. She doesn’t need you. You don’t deserve her. I’m putting an end to this for once and for all even if I would have get rid of you personally.” He’d threaten before he stomped off.

Jisung was left speechless and he noticed that the medicine wasn’t working anymore. It felt like something snapped inside of Jisung’s brain, because he was losing his sanity. He wanted to kill him. He didn’t care that people would watch, but he knew it would be the end of him. Too many people would be eyewitnesses, especially since their wedding was on the roof of a building. She’d run away from him. He couldn’t risk that, so he called up a guy and did what he had to do.

Jisung in the meantime walked to the bar to get a drink, the only thing that could help him out for now. His best man came up to check on him and he assured him that he was alright.

Jisung was still restless as he was waiting for his fiancée to walk down the aisle, thinking something still could go wrong. He heard her brother’s words repeating itself through his head, but they all faded away when he saw her. She looked beautiful in her dress and he felt his body relax. Especially when he saw the shocked expression on her brother’s face before he ran out of the ceremony. People shot him confused glances, but didn’t think too much of it as they returned their attention to the couple.

The ceremony went spotless. Y/n even cried when she listened Jisung’s vows. “I promise to love you without condition, to honour you each and every day. To laugh with you when you’re happy, to guide you when you ask for direction. To challenge you to be a better person and allow you to do the same for me. I’ll promise to be your biggest fan and your ever present listening audience. I promise to love you for eternity and whatever comes after that. I promise to love you with whatever I have and with whatever I will receive. You’re the love of my life, the reason why I wake up every day. I love you so much.”

After the wedding, it seemed like people had forgotten already about Y/n’s brother, but Jisung hadn’t. He excused himself and made once again a call.

“Give me an update.” Jisung demanded through the phone. “He’s dead and we will have his body liquidated.” The man on the other side would state. “Thank you my old friend. I will send you your pay check after the wedding.” “Thank you, boss. Congratulations and enjoy your evening.” “Thank you, goodbye.” Jisung says before he hung up the phone.

“Who what that baby?” Y/n asks, the moonlight hitting her face when she came outside to look for her husband. “Nothing important baby, I just got an call from an old friend. He sadly couldn’t make it due work, but he did congratulate us.” Jisung whispered as he held her. “That’s so sweet. By the way, do you have any idea where y/b/n went? I haven’t seen him.” “Don’t worry about him, I think he had something important to do.” “I guess so. I mean, he looked pretty shocked. Anyway, are you coming back inside? Dinner is going to be served soon.” “I’ll be there in just a second baby.” He whispered against her lips, before she went back inside.

“I told you I was going to marry her. No matter what. You weren’t an exception as you saw.” Jisung muttered to the wind as he looked at the skyline. “One vermin less to worry about.” Jisung says before he went back inside. Because he won, he had the girl and he would always have her.

Felix:

This boy would arrange a big wedding. He would invite everybody he knew. The lobby guy? Sure why not, come to our wedding and see how I make this beauty mine. He’d spend all his money on the wedding, trying to make it a fairy tale-like. He’d also give her a lot of money to his fiancée so she could buy a dress. “No, I can’t take this-“ “Of course you can. You’re going to be my wife. Everything I have is yours.” He says with a flirty smirk resting on his lips. “No, Felix please. Keep it. I can’t take that from you. It’s too much.” She says as she held the stack of money Felix had placed in her hands. “It’s either, you take the money or I’ll come with you. And as much as I would love to tag along with you, it brings bad luck if the husband sees his wife in her dress, before the wedding. You wouldn’t want that, now do you my love?” She sighs as she shook her head no. He started to chuckle as he kissed her forehead and walked off.

Felix would often drop of the invites for their wedding, personally to the people. Seeing their faces lighten up would bring him joy, it was a way of showing dominance over his fiancée somehow to him. “Here’s an invite to our wedding.” The more he’d say it, the more joy it brought to him. He just couldn’t wait. He wanted to marry her straight away, but the chance of having an audience who is there to see it all gave Felix a rush of adrenaline.

He was a happy man, until he arrived at Y/n’s parents’ place. They hated Felix’s guts. They didn’t wanted to do anything with him, yet they let their daughter marry him. He’d smirk slyly by the thought of how he has Y/n wrapped around his finger.

“Mom, I’m going to marry him no matter what. You can’t do anything about it.” She had yelled, Felix standing behind her as he tried to hide the smirk on his face. “He’s not who you think he is-“ “And what do you know? You’ve hated him ever since I’ve introduced him to you!” “You can’t marry him Y/n-“ “Yes, I can! I don’t need adult consent to get married. I’m an adult! Now just leave, you’re wasting our time. We’ve got a wedding to plan.” She had said, ending the scene by dragging him along with her.

Felix smiled back at the memory as he stood in front of her parents’ place. “Hello, Felix.” Her dad muttered as soon as he saw the younger man. “Hello, sir. Here’s the invite to your daughter’s and I’s wedding-“ “Listen to me you piece of shit. My daughter is way too good for you. I will tear you apart, if I find out you treat her wrong. I will make sure she will see you like we do. You’re nothing but a failure, a little sociopath who needs to be locked up. Don’t think I don’t know who you are. We’ve seen your secret records and folders- you know what. I’m going to call the police. I should’ve done that a long time ago-“ Before her dad knew it, Felix had his hand wrapped around the man’s neck as he shoved him back inside.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t let you do that. Can’t risk the chance of Y/n even thinking about leaving me, which she won’t, but just to make sure. Why don’t we get rid of you, do we?” Felix’s face would be the last thing the man remembered and the screaming of his wife in the background, before everything turned pitch black. Felix would call a guy to clean up the mess, before he went back to his fiancée at home.

“Baby, can you come here?” Felix would say as he patted his lap, signing to her to sit on it. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked him softly. “I-I just went to your parents’ place to hand them their invite to our wedding, but they started screaming at me how I didn’t deserve you and that they didn’t wanted to come to our wedding if you married me.” Felix cried. Y/n froze in shock, believing every word Felix told her. “T-they denied our invite?” Felix nodded in respond as he hid his face in her shoulder.

“W-well, screw them! I don’t need them! All I need is you and only you.” Those were the words Felix had been longing to hear. He pulled back from her shoulder to kiss her lips softly. “I love you baby.” “I love you too.”

Felix had planned the wedding perfectly and you could see that. The decoration was handmade and it took the staff a week to decorate everything. There were flowers hanging next to the chandeliers from the ceiling and the guests were taking pictures everywhere. They all would praise Felix for his creativity and for making this wedding absolutely beautiful.

Felix would calmly walk around, knowing there couldn’t go anything wrong. He had checked every guest personally and they all thought of him as a sweet young (and rich) boy who was absolutely whipped for his bride. And he was indeed whipped for her.

Every ten minutes he would go to her dressing room, checking up on her and asking if she needed anything. “I can get you some cake if you want to, nobody would notice. That thing is huge!” He’d joke. “No, Felix honey I will be fine. Just go get ready yourself and I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.” “I love you so much.” “I love you too Lix.”

Everything went as planned. And his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he saw her walk down the extravagant aisle. The dress fitted her perfectly, hugging every little bit of her. He was star struck. It felt like seeing her for the first time, he just knew he had to have her and now the time was finally there.

He couldn’t stop looking and touching her, the marriage officiant even noticed. “We should get started, because I can see that the groom would love to move on to their wedding night.” He’d joke, making everybody laugh before they started.

When the vows were being exchanged he stared at her lovingly, taking every word to his heart. “…I take you to be my best friend, my faithful partner and my one true love. I promise to encourage you and to inspire you and to laugh at every lame joke you make. I promise to always join you when you start dancing and I will always be there for you in times of good and bad. I will forever love unconditionally through the times of our adventures in life together. I love you Felix.”

He whipped the tears away that fell from her eyes and kissed her forehead, before he started his vows. “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t have that much of a vow, but that’s okay. It is, because I promise to love and honour you with everything I have. Like I said before, everything I have is yours and I want to be all that you need. I promise to be your rock, your best friend and your faithful partner. I promise to love you to eternity and whatever comes after that. I will treat you as my queen and nothing less. I will give you everything you want and I’ll be everything you need. I love you princess.”

They were both shaking in excitement after they had exchanged their rings and as soon as the officiant declared them as husband and wife, Felix pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He grabbed her hand when the music started playing as they walked happily down the aisle together.

“Are you ready Mrs Lee?” He asks when they stood in front of the doors of their reception. “I am Mr Lee.” She giggles as she kissed him. “Let’s do this then.” As soon as they opened the door a gasp had left Y/n’s mouth. The reception was even more fairy tale-like than their ceremony and Y/n didn’t know where to look. Everything was just so beautiful and she just couldn’t help, but cry. “Do you like it my love?” He asks excitedly. “I love it! It’s all so pretty! Did you do this? I- Felix!” She whined happily as she hid her face in his chest as she hugged him.

“Hey, you know what they say. Happy wife happy life.” Felix laughed, making her laugh as well. “Now, come with me please. I want to have my first dance with my wife.” He whispered as he dragged her to the middle of the dance floor. Both of them were smiling brightly, nothing could ruin their night. Absolutely nothing. Felix would make sure of it.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loves the mountains, so that’s where the wedding would take place. He would give her almost all the say over their wedding, except the invites. He loved your family, but he wasn’t very fond of your friends. They saw and knew too much. They didn’t support their relationship and Seungmin didn’t wanted to lose his sanity at his own wedding. Their meetups went wrong multiple times.

There would be yelling and even the sound of smashing glass. The police eventually got involved and everything was just a mess. “Officer, I swear to God I didn’t- He-“ She started. “Ma’am you’re holding a sharp object in your hand and he’s the one bleeding. I think I know who to believe.” The police officer states as he looked at Seungmin whose arm and face was bleeding. “That fucking bastard started all of this! He should be the one who’s getting arrested not me! Fucking psychopath walk to hell!” One of Y/n’s friends yelled as she got handcuffed by another officer.

“O-officer, I just don’t know what happened. We were having a great time and then they started to smash things in my house and- and I didn’t know what to do. They even smashed my girlfriend’s pictures. I-“ “It’s okay, Mr Kim. We’ll handle this. We’ll send you to the hospital so your cuts and wounds can receive medical attention.” “C-could you also call my girlfriend? My hands hurt.” Seungmin winced in pain with a sad look on his face. “Of course.”

Twenty minutes later his worried fiancée would arrive at the hospital, frantically asking people and eventually Seungmin questions about the whole situation. “W-we were at our place and I wanted to get to know them, since they are your friends. But, I think they don’t really like me, since they started to throw things at me.”

‘You filthy bastard. We know what you are. We saw you the very first day, following us around like a fucking shadow. You think that we’re going to let you marry her? Fuck-‘ ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen.’ Seungmin had muttered under his breath that night. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You heard me puppet. I will make sure you won’t come between Y/n and I.’

“Well, that doesn’t really sound like them?” Y/n mumbled confused as she caressed her fiancé’s cheek as a sign of comfort. “I’m sorry baby, I-I guess they weren’t who we thought they were.” Seungmin whispered as he kissed her forehead.

Not even weeks later they were in court. All charges were spoken as guilty to Y/n’s friends and they couldn’t believe what happened. Seungmin had to wait until they had walked out to smile. He played the game dirty, but this was the only way to win. ‘One way to get these maggots out of the way.’ He slipped the rest of the money to his lawyer before he walked off with his fiancée. “I’m sorry baby, but this is what they deserve.” A fifty meter distant restraining order was given. She shrugged sadly as she walked back with him to the car. “The bad things are over now princess. Let’s focus on the good things like our upcoming wedding.”

And so they did. Y/n decided to focus all her attention to their wedding and made sure everything would be perfect. The small church, where they would be wedded was simply decorated and the reception would take outside under the big trees with little lights in them as they sun would set. The day would go by just like that. Seungmin was already thinking back, just a few hours earlier he was stressing about that day and now he was married to the love of his life.

“There is only you and there will only ever be you. You who fulfils my heart and my purpose in life. I love you so much and you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me. I promise to always love you, to always cheer you up whenever you’re sad, to comfort you when you’re frustrated. I promise to be everything you need and more. I also promise to always make you food whenever you’re hungry, since you quite scare me whenever you’re hangry.” He had joked minutes before they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

Seungmin just couldn’t be happier. Sadly his happiness came to an end when his best man called him over, telling him someone was demanding to see him outside of the venue. Seungmin would excuse himself and would walk off to see on of Y/n’s ex-friends standing.

“Remember, fifty meters.” Seungmin smirked. “You may have won that round, but If I go to Y/n and show her the actual prove of what happened that night, she will ask for a divorce immediately.” She’d threaten as she waved the bag, with apparently the prove, in front of Seungmin’s face. He quickly snatched it from her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away from the venue. In the meantime he had called somebody who minutes later ran up behind them. “Take care of her, you know what to do.” Seungmin would say as he tossed her to him.

She looked at him shocked from the ground, which made Seungmin smirk once again. “You really didn’t think that I’d let you walk off like that, right? You dump little bitch. It’s your turn now. And make sure these are gone too.” The boy nodded to his boss before Seungmin walked off.

“Nobody will find you, trust me on that one.” He whispered as he looked back. “Baby, are you coming? We’re going to dance!” His wife says as soon as she sees him. “I’m coming honey!” ‘Nobody will ruin this for me.’

Jeongin:

This young boy wanted everything, just like the other boys to be perfect. But, not only for his fiancée but also to prove to people that even though he was young, he could manage to plan a wedding. The wedding would take place at his home town, also known as Busan. He dreamed of a beach wedding, because he missed his home and because he thought the pictures of her would turn out beautifully.

He didn’t really know what to do, but he wasn’t going to admit that, so he hired a wedding planner. He let her do that main theme and the decoration and Jeongin would just check in if she’s doing whatever Jeongin wanted. Y/n would be shopping for a wedding dress and Jeongin would tag along. He’d act awkward and sit there with his hoodie over his face. He just didn’t wanted to be away from her. Y/n lowkey loved it and thought he was adorable. He didn’t care, he heard how happy she was when she had found the right dress. And she would laugh when he tried to find his way to the exist with his eyes closed. “Baby, you can open your eyes, the dress is in a black bag.” Y/n laughed, making him laugh as well.

When they went out for picking flowers with their wedding planner, he would be stopping his fiancée every time, just to make a picture of her saying with every photo he made: ‘I can’t see my baby, I only see flowers in this picture.’ She’d slap him playfully before they went on with their wedding planning.

Y/n had no idea what Jeongin had planned. A day before the wedding he told her to not wear a necklace on their wedding day and Y/n would accept it without thinking too much about it. So, the next day when it was finally the wedding day, he was calm. He had nothing to worry about. The reception looked great, the ceremony did too and the sun was shining brightly. The day couldn’t go wrong.

And he had no ‘enemies’, nobody would expect from that sweet young boy to be a mad possessive man. His smile had caught many hearts and they all loved him. ‘Jeongin couldn’t even hurt a fly.’ They would all say.

And Jeongin thought so too, he didn’t wanted to hurt people unnecessarily. He does what he has to do when somebody threatens him or his love of his life. He didn’t wanted to make enemies and one way of doing that is by forbidding his fiancée to have any male friends. Another way would be keeping her family and friends ‘close’. In a way where they would only see his sweet side, but that wouldn’t be happening for too long anymore. As soon as they would get married she’d be only his.

She wouldn’t need anybody else, but him. He was greeting a lot of people when he suddenly saw Y/n’s maid of honour. “How is she doing?” He asked her. “She’s doing fine. She’s just nervous, but that’s normal. And she was thirsty, so I’m getting her a drink.” “You’re so good to her, thank you.” Jeongin shot her his best fake smile when she walked off again. ‘Just one last time you have to deal with them Jeongin, just one day.’ He said to himself.

Before he knows it, he gets called to the end of the aisle where he’d be waiting for her. He was jumping up and down in excitement and Chan literally had to hold him down, but when he saw his bride he froze and Chan let go.

She looked beautiful in her dress and Jeongin smiled to himself proudly when he saw that she didn’t wore a necklace. He couldn’t resist kissing her when she finally stood in front of him. “You look like a goddess baby.” He whispered making her blush.

“Please say your vows Mr Yang.” The officiant says. Jeongin cleared his throat before he spoke. “My sweet princess, first of all I want to tell you that I love you and I couldn’t be happier that you’ve entered my life. Ever since I’ve known you things have been incredible and I don’t want it to stop. I promise to be your best friend and to have you back no matter what. I promise to love you unconditionally and I promise you to keep you warm at night. I promise to make sure I’m not just hungry before I yell, once again I love you and I’m sorry.” Everybody laughed at the joke he cracked in the middle of his vows. “Lastly, I promise to make you happy every chance I get and to protect you. I know we are young, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much.”

He’d chuckle as he noticed the tears in her eyes. He quickly held her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

“…I now pronounce you as husband and wife. Jeongin, you may kiss your bride.” Jeongin took her face into his hands and connected their lips for the first time as husband and wife. She smiled against his lips and he returned the smile when he pulled away. The people next to them were cheering and flashing lights filled the room.

“Ready to go Mrs Yang.” He asks as he took her hand. “I am Mr Yang.” “Let’s go then.”

After the two came back from their beach photoshoot, they were greeted by their friends and family. They would share their first dance and cut the cake, before Jeongin would surprise his wife.

“Alright, are your eyes closed?” He asks his wife as he held a velvet box in front of her. “I do.” She giggles back. “Alright, open them.” He says when he had opened the box, making people guess and ‘awh’ in the background. Y/n gasped and started to laugh at Jeongin’s sweet gesture. He had customised a necklace for her with ‘Mrs Yang’ written on it, diamonds decorating the accessory. She took it from him and gave him a kiss.

“I love it.” She whispered to him as he put it on her. “I’m glad you like it my love. Now, you can show off your new last name.” He laughs, secretly meaning it. He wanted to everyone to know, wherever they were who she belonged to.

And with that shining ring and necklace on her and of course him on her side, everybody would.

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rotten-sourberry · 5 years ago

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Of Faith And Fairy Tales, a Sasusaku AU

feudal Konoha AU one-shot , inspired by a picture of Sasusaku I saw(I will post it bellow) . If anyone knows the artist❤️ please tell me so I can properly credit them:)

Rating: K I guess

Also I started using AO3 under the name rottenSourberry,if anyone is interested. 😄😘😘

It was her wedding day. Every girl should be happy on their wedding day, at least that's how she imagined it since she was a child.

But here she stood, looking the prettiest she had ever looked, dressed in an expensive white gown, numb if not miserable.

The tears had stopped since last night, her eyes dry, her face frozen without feeling.

'Stupid girl' she thought to herself, 'how could I ever think fairytales can come true'.

Sakura took a deep breath. She was going to to to to to walk down that isle smiling, she decided. And she was going to look at that man, at her husband with all the love she had.

The love that was not meant for him.

Sakura's love had a different face, stoic , almost unreadable. His hair was darker than a raven's feathers, his eyes more black than the starless sky in a moonless night. His voice was cold yet burning with undying flames.

The man she was marrying was not the man she longed for, the one that haunted her, consuming her every thought. But he was a good man, honorable, hard working, who cared deeply for her. He was a lord of a nearby land, an ally to her country.

His land hadn't much of a military power, but it was rich with crops and full of peaceful people.

Sakura's marriage was the contract between the two countries. Konoha's most beautiful flower, the best healer of her generation, and even though the Haruno family wasn't one of the noble clans of her land, she had inherited her title from her teacher, princess Tsunade, and with it all the responsibilities it held.

The war had started before she was born, but there were a few quiet years, when she was a child, when the countries tried to form new alliances.

But a new superpower had risen and war spread once more.

Sakura had seen the suffering first hand. It was engraved in the bodies of those she healed, in the eyes of orphaned children, in the wrecked cities and burned fields.

She wanted to end that war, she knew she could help, she could fight for her people.

But they only help they asked of her was to make sure the alliance would be unbreakable from now on and in the years to come.

Sakura thought of her love. Sasuke. A boy when she first met him, stricken by fate. His clan, the Uchiha, one of the noblest in Konoha, slayed by his own brother when they tried to overtake the power in the country, left a young Sasuke all alone, and his only alive sibling banished.

But he had grown up, strong and disciplined, with a certain type of kindness he rarely showed, but was definitely there.

There was a time when he was thought to be an enemy of Konoha, although he turned out to be a savior.

And on his nineteenth birthday, Sasuke had made a promise to her, a promised sealed by a kiss.

"I'll be back Sakura. I don't know when, but I'll return to you... I promise" he then, had moved his lips on her, their kiss clumsy, passionate, full of love.

The next morning he was gone, continuing to wander in between the lands, helping those in need, and stopping bandits and war criminals.

Five years had passed. Five years and she was still waiting upon his arrival, thinking of him every day. But her village insisted she should be their gift to the kind young man who helped them, a man she had saved three years ago on a battlefield. Since then, he had tried to court her multiple times, always kind and sweet.

She knew he loved her, but it was the love left from a man who lost his bride to be in the war. A pretty girl, his first love, but tragedy strikes even the kindest of souls.

"Sakura, I think you and me can end this war, if we are together. I know you love him still, and I love her, but it's for the best" he had said on a sunny evening.

Tsunade had agreed they should wait one more year for Sasuke's return but if he wasn't back by then, she would have to fulfill her duties.

That year had passed, and nothing changed. The never heard of Sasuke, not in a long time, his hawks had stopped coming for three years. Many thought him dead but she knew he was alive. She could feel it.

Sakura had a feeling she would meet him again maybe early in a spring morning, when the wrinkles on her eyes are deeper, with her kids by her side. He would pass by, still handsome and serious and he would stop only for a fleeting moment before disappearing in the shadows.

"Sakura, it's time", Tsunade interrupted her thoughts as she walked in to see her.

"That I'd grow so young to see you get married" she laughed pointing her youthful appearance despite her old age.

She wiped a tear from Sakura's cheek.

"You know, I could postpone the wedding for a few months. Maybe you came out sick suddenly. .." she offered a solution to her misery.

"No, everyone will be mad, if we call this off last minute" Sakura said and rose to her feet.

She pushed all her thoughts and started counting. The steps she took, the faces she saw in tha grand garden where the ceremony would take place, the flower bouquets that made the scenery fairy tail like.

Then she saw her future husband, handsome with a sweet smile but her heart didn't flutter at her chest.

No more than thirty feet until she reached him. No more than twenty minutes until she would have to say ' I do '.

Suddenly the crowd made a gasping sound and Sakura was swept of her feet by some force.. no by a man.

Was this an ambush? Her mind made a hundred catastrophic senarios in under two seconds but then she turned to face the man who grabbed her so unexpectedly a moment ago.

"No.. no this can't be..." tears filled her eyes "if this is a dream please let me wake up now, my heart can't take this".

"Sakura" it was his voice, her love's voice there was no mistake. "I am sorry" his magnificent eyes the same even though his face was more mature now.

Before she even knew it, he had run to the outskirts of Konoha. He let her down carefully, taking a step back to admire her beauty.

"I am home" Sasuke said.

Her heart felt as it would burst any moment. Happiness. She had almost forgotten what it felt like.

She touched his face, making sure he was real, once more.

"Will you stay?" she dared asked.

"No."

The tears came in an instant but Sakura fought to keep them back. Her happiness starting to fade away.

"Sakura, I am taking you with me this time." he smirked, eyes shining.

She was speechless, frozen. It was like her prayers had been heard by a caring god, her wishes finally granted.

"When do we leave?" her smile could light up an entire universe.

"Right now."

Her fairy tale was about to start...

#my fics #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku #uchiha sasuke #sakura haruno #sasusaku au #ss fanfiction #mine #please help me find the artist #also comment if you find any mistakes #two more sasusaku fics to come soon:)

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vannahfanfics · 5 years ago

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Christmas Morning

Category: Family Fluff/Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Sakura Uchiha, Sarada Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha

Sakura awoke to the shrill screaming of her daughter.

“Mommy! Mommy! It's Christmas!” the little girl shrieked with delight as she threw open the woman's bedroom door and ran over the carpeted flooring to vault her six-year-old body into the queen-sized bed. Squealing loudly, she crawled onto Sakura's stomach and bounced up and down, pushing into her chest as she demanded for her mother to awaken to share in the magic that was Christmas morning. Sakura groaned as she was so unceremoniously ripped from sweet sleep, swatting tiredly at her daughter while she mumbled incomprehensibly. She caught Sarada's short black hair before her hand flopped uselessly down against the comforter. “Mommy! Wake up!” she demanded once more.

“I’m up. I’m up,” Sakura mumbled as she finally rose into consciousness and sat up, sweeping her unruly pink hair behind her ears and smiling sleepily down at her elated daughter. “Shall we video call your Daddy before we start opening presents?” she offered, and Sarada gasped in delight.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll call him! I’ll call him!” she cried as she leaned over the edge of the bed to grab Sakura's smartphone while the young woman yawned and attempted to chase the sleep away. As the dial tone rang, Sarada giggled and snuggled into her mother so that both of their faces were captured in the large phone screen. After a few rings, the video suddenly kicked into life to reveal the face of Sakura's husband, Sasuke, who was a secret agent for the government and was currently deployed halfway across the world guarding some important figure or another. It was similar to being in the military, because he was gone half the year and could never talk much about what he was doing, but Sakura loved him no less. He was doing what made him happy, and so she supported him fully. “Hello, Daddy!” Sarada cried joyfully.

“Hey,” Sasuke smiled warmly as he was greeted with the faces of his daughter and his loving wife. “You’re up bright and early,” he mused with a raised eyebrow. To him, it was early evening.

“Sarada is very ready to open her Christmas presents,” Sakura mused as she wrapped an arm around her small child and nuzzled her affectionately, giving her a few kisses on the cheek. Sarada squealed and wriggled in her grasp, giggling as she begged her mother to stop showering her with affection.

“Daddy! Will you watch me open my presents?” Sarada asked hopefully, her black eyes sparkling behind small red-rimmed glasses. Sasuke pretended to think about it, but the smile hiding in the shadow of his expression indicated to Sakura that he had intended all week to be there when his little girl got to experience Christmas Day. “Please, Daddy?” she begged, batting her eyes at him.

“Hmm, I suppose so. I have time,” he consented, and in her excitement she snatched the phone away and hopped off the bed, promptly taking off out of the room and down the hall with elated laughing.

“Hey! Sarada!” Sakura laughed as her daughter absconded with her phone, throwing the covers off herself and sliding out of bed. She made no hurry to go after her, however, just slid her feet into her slippers and grabbed the bathrobe hanging off the bedroom door and wrapped it around herself. She shuffled down the hall as she followed Sarada's happy chatter, and the woman caught wisps of conversation drifting down the hall from the living room. While she waited for her mother, the little girl was describing the experience of decorating the Christmas tree to her absent father. They had shown him the day they had put it up, but the little girl had seemed to forget about it in all the commotion.

After getting a cup of coffee, Sakura strode into the living room to see her daughter sitting at the base of the tree positively bursting with excitement. “Okay! Are we ready?” the housewife smiled as she settled herself into an armchair, crossing her legs and holding her cup of coffee close, waking up as she breathed in the fumes of the hearty drink.

“Okay! Daddy, watch!” Sarada grinned as she propped up the phone so that he could see both of them and still had a prime view of his daughter opening presents. Sarada naturally dragged over the largest one first and began tearing eagerly into the wrapping paper. “Whoa! A dollhouse!” she cried as the toy contained inside was revealed, and she hopped up and down excitedly as she ran around the massive constriction to fully appreciate the large house. “It has a mommy, and a daddy, and a daughter, just like us! Plus a dog! Mommy, can we get a dog?”

“Maybe for your birthday,” Sakura laughed and waved a hand dismissively. “Keep opening them!” she commanded, and the young girl eagerly complied. Sarada pushed the dollhouse to one corner before tearing into more presents. She unearthed a new dress and promptly stripped down to her little pink undies to slip on the dress and do a fashion walk for her chuckling parents, the tag still flopping about as she pranced around. She soon paired it with a new pair of little flats and a bow. She tore into another box to find a storybook, and flipped it open to start reading it until her parents reminded her of the task at hand. She tossed the book aside to resume plundering her presents.

“Daddy, look! Isn’t this teddy bear cute?” Sarada asked as she held up her new stuffed animal.

“Very cute,” he confirmed with an amused smile. He was leaned back against a bed with one hand behind his back, watching his daughter happily. I wish he could be here, Sakura lamented silently. Even though he looked happy, she could tell that he was pained at being unable to be with his daughter on Christmas. As Sarada begged for her attention, she was dragged back to the present to act extremely excited over the pair of funny socks that Santa had brought her. Sarada had made her way through quite a chunk of the gifts now, and wrapping paper and ribbon and bows were strewn across the living room floor. As she paraded around, the paper crumpled beneath her feet. The doting parents watched her unwrap more clothes and toys before she was finally finished and settled down to play with her things. Sakura set the empty coffee cup down on the coffee table and stood up, walking across the room to bend down and retrieve the phone. She swept her hair behind her ear as she straightened up, smiling now that she had a minute alone with her husband.

“Another great year,” she murmured as she walked into the adjoining kitchen. “… I wish you could be here, honey,” she sighed after a moment. It wasn’t often that she allowed the loneliness to show. Usually it was times like these, when they should be together as a family. She knew Sasuke did what he had to, but even though she accepted it, it hurt no less when he was gone.

“I know,” he sighed deeply, and the hurt showed on his expression despite his normally guarded emotions. As she gazed at him, she cocked her head to the side slightly as she realized he had seemed to have switched from a bed to a couch, and he was lying on his back so she couldn’t really analyze it too much. It was a strange-looking couch, made of some gray material, but before she could inquire she heard raucous knocking at the door. “Lemme guess. Naruto?” Sasuke smirked as he heard the unmistakable sound of his best friend. Even in knocking, the yellow-haired man was boisterous.

“Sakuraaaaaa~” she heard him calling impatiently at the front door.

“The one and only,” Sakura laughed as she walked out of the kitchen to greet their mutual friend. It had become a sort of odd tradition for Naruto and Sasuke's families to spend Christmas together. Sarada joined her mother in the entryway, holding her new teddy bear and bouncing up and down on her heels as she prepared to greet the man she regarded as an uncle. Sakura smiled as she opened the door, and her daughter immediately jumped at Naruto's legs.

“Uncle Naruto!” Sarada squealed happily, and the tall man laughed and leaned down to give the girl a bear hug.

“Hey, Sarada! Wow! Look at that teddy bear! It's awesome!” he beamed as she displayed it proudly for him to see. He straightened back up once he was done doting on the little girl, who had moved on to show off her teddy to an only mildly interested Boruto. “Hey, Sakura,” he smiled and leaned forward to give her a one-armed hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas!” Hinata, his pretty wife and another one of their childhood friends, smiled warmly and looked down at their one-year-old baby, Hinawari, before grabbing her hand and waving it in greeting. “Say hello, Himawari,” she chuckled.

“Morning, guys. Say hello to Sasuke!” Sakura beamed and held up the phone to the family, who all waved happily- except for Naruto, who whined loudly and grabbed the phone so only he was in the phone screen.

“Sasukeeeee! Come hooooooome! I miss youuuuuu!” he whined miserably before Sakura wrenched the phone back with a pout.

“Are you his wife all of a sudden?” she huffed and looked back at the screen. Sasuke looked half-amused and half-annoyed.

“Really, you should have expected him to act like that. He’s always been such a girl,” he smirked up at her.

“Can we eat now? I’m hungry!” Boruto whined and tugged on the hem of his mother's dress. As per tradition, Naruto, his wife, and his children always came over to Sakura's house and she cooked breakfast for them. I had started back when it was only the original trio, mostly because Naruto was broke and lonely back in the day, and it had just stuck. “I want waffles!”

“You’ll get your waffles,” Naruto laughed. “First though, we have to give Sakura and Sarada their present,” he added with a sudden mischievous grin, and Sakura's expression turned to confusion while Sarada, the innocent child that she was, was just excited to be getting another gift.

“What? Naruto, we never get each other presents anymore,” she blinked and looked down at the video screen to see if her husband had been in on the plan only to find that the call had ended. Perplexed, she looked at Naruto for explanation, but movement in the driveway caught her eye and she peered over Naruto's shoulder. The phone fell from her hand as it rose to her mouth, and she was barely aware of Naruto fumbling to catch it as she watched the back door of his car open and her husband climb out.

“Jeez. I thought I was never gonna get out of there. Do you know how uncomfortable it is laying in the back of one of those things?” he complained nonchalantly as he rubbed his neck, but the smile of happiness was clear on his face.

“Daddy!” Sarada screamed and roughly shoved Boruto aside as she made a mad dash for her father, her teddy bear swinging from her hands as she dashed down the driveway. Sasuke laughed and crouched down to embrace his daughter, pulling her into his arms and swinging her around.

“Ah, there's my girl. You’ve gotten taller, haven't you?” he grinned as he swept a few black strands of hair from her face.

“Uh-huh! Taller than Boruto!” she confirmed happily.

“Not true!” the aforementioned boy whined from his comfy spot on the concrete. As he held his daughter, Sasuke's dark eyes fell on his wife, who was still standing in shock in the doorway. Once those eyes fell on her, she suddenly stirred into motion, like a robot suddenly brought to life. She tried to stifle a sob as she moved past Naruto and Hinata to approach her husband, but failed miserably and began to cry. She was just so happy. He had been gone for months, and now he was here, so suddenly, and it was just too much.

“S-Sasuke,” she stammered pitifully. Only this man can make me blubber like a fool, she thought dryly as he slid his free arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to kiss her forehead.

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he murmured against her skin, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“I can't believe you and Naruto conspired like this. You big meanie,” she mumbled as she buried her face into his broad chest, breathing in the scent of him that she had missed, savoring his mere presence.

“Hey, I went to great lengths to pull this off. I’m rather proud of myself. Do you know how much I had to threaten Naruto to keep his big mouth shut?” Sasuke laughed as he held her, and Sakura could not help but release a half-laugh, half-sob of her own.

“Heyyyy!” Naruto whined from the threshold of the door. “I'm not that bad!”

“Yeah you are, Dad,” his son refuted, and the older man hung his head in shame at being so bluntly called out by his six-year-old. Hinata chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder, watching the touching scene with a smile.

“I’m so happy,” Sakura whispered as she wrapped her arms around her beloved husband, holding him tightly. She knew that sooner or later she would have to let him go again, but until that time, she was going to keep him as close as possible.

“Is it time for waffles now?” Sarada asked suddenly, making them all break into a fit of laughter. Sasuke set her down and she ran back into the house with the Uzumakis in tow, while her parents lingered out in the driveway for a brief moment of privacy. Sakura gazed up at her husband as he swept her hair from her face.

“So? Good gift?” he smirked down at her jokingly.

“Every moment I have with you is a gift,” she responded lovingly, then stood up on her tip-toes to lightly kiss him.

And I treasure every one.

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intimidatingpuffinstudios · 6 years ago

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RO and MC are in a building and then later the building collapses and everyone escapes. RO reaction when they look for MC and realize they were still inside when the building fell and are dead. But then 10-15 seconds later MC just appears next to the RO and the group with a bunny in one hand and sipping alcohol in another saying "Hey guys, I followed this bunny in an alley and found like 50 gold coins. Think I'm gonna keep him, might be a her though. Whoa what happened here?"

~*~

Morkai:

He looks around wildly, his heart beating in his chest erratically. That was close. Too close. His stomach finally unknots and he turns to look to you. To reassure himself of your safety. To joke about it.

You are not there. It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with that tiny, little, unimportant fact. You are not there. Why aren’t you there?! His eyes turn to the collapsed building, drawn as if against his will.

“No…’ he whispers, unable to even entertain the idea. His thigh muscles tense up, ready to spring at the wreckage and tear it apart with his own hands.

“Hey, guys!” a familiar voice stops him in his tracks, his head snapping around to stare wide-eyed at the stupid, idiotic, beloved face of the person suddenly standing next to him.

“I followed this bunny in an alley and found like 50 gold coins! Think I’m gonna keep him— might be a her though. Whoa, what happened here?!“ you ask flabbergasted. No one answers you.

You turn your head to look at your lover, only to end up being squashed against his chest instead. He is holding you so tightly, crushing you almost. You try yo protect the bunny with all you’ve got.

“Morkai… Bunny!” you manage to gasp out, and he quickly releases you only to grab you by the cloak and smash his lips against yours in a kiss that is more violent than affectionate.

Afraid. Terrified. Huh. Why? You don’t get an answer to your question. As soon as his lips release yours, he pins you to the ground with the most vicious glare he’s ever given you.

“YOU IDIOT!”

Straasa:

He dashes through the collapsing doorway just in time to avoid having the entire building land on his head. The air is thick with dust, obscuring almost everything for a moment.

He coughs and bats a hand in front of his face to clear up his vision.

“Well, that was a close one. Wasn’t it, love?” he asks shakily, trying to hide the stutter of his voice. You could have been hurt in there— he doesn’t want to even think about that.

No one answers him. Why aren’t you answering him? He tries to make out your shape through the dust clouding the air. He can’t make you out.

“Love?” he tries again, a cold tendril of dread riding up his spine and making its home at his heart. The air finally clears. You are not there. Morkai is looking at him with pity in his eyes.

No. No, he won’t believe it.

“NO!” he screams into the empty air, turning around to run back into the wreckage. You need his help, he has to find… He has to… HAS TO..!

“Hey, guys!” your beloved voice rings through the silence, the familiar sound as divine as the singing of angels. He snaps his head towards you, standing right next to him. His eyes are blown open so wide, he thinks they might pop out of his head entirely.

“I followed this bunny in an alley and found like 50 gold coins! Think I’m gonna keep him— might be a her though. Whoa, what happened here?!” you ask flabbergasted. No one answers you.

You are suddenly swept clean off your feet, strong arms grabbing you and lifting you up. You manage to stretch out your hand and keep the bunny safe, just in time to be clutched against Straasa’s chest so hard you hear your ribs creak.

“Can’t… breathe…” you gasp out in near agony and the suffocating hold on you lessens. Just barely enough that you can take a breath in. You peer down at his face and what you see breaks your heart.

He is pressing his face against the crook of your neck, and silent tears have begun to turn the cloth of your cloak soggy. He’s crying.

“Straasa..?”

“Please… Please don’t ever leave me,” he begs with a wet-sounding voice. And you are left wondering.

What the hell just happened?

Daelynn:

You are not next to her. Why are you not next to her? She took her eyes off you for just one second! Does she need to make you a leash or something?!

Those were Daelynn’s thoughts moments before the whole damn building came down on your bloody heads. And the whole time she was running, there was only one thing running through her mind.

“Please be outside, please be outside, please be outside!”

You are not outside. The dying light of the sun gets muddied with a cloud of dust so thick it would blind normal people. Not her. She knows. She sees.

You are not there. And if you are not there, there is only one place else you might be. A feral cry blasts its way through her throat, so loud and great in its intensity, it might just have injured her vocal cords.

She doesn’t even notice as her magic surges around her, uncontrollable, and then launches itself towards the wreckage with the force of a tidal wave, lifting the debris and tossing them aside with barely more than the wild motions of her hands.

She will get you out, she will, she will!

“Hey, guys!” someone calls out, managing to cut through the static of her thoughts. Only one person has the power to do that. Only ane that she would stop for.

She turns her head slowly and looks at your treasured face with all the wonder in the world. You are standing right next to her, delivered back to her as if by the Gods themselves.

“I followed this bunny in an alley and found like 50 gold coins! Think I’m gonna keep him— might be a her though. Whoa, what happened here?!“ you ask flabbergasted. No one answers you.

“…”

She wants to yell at you, scream that you are not allowed to leave her side ever again. Rain down words of love on you, swear her undying adoration, promise you that she’ll chain you to the bed for this and throw away the key.

All that comes out is a shredded croak, her voice not yet recovered from her primordial cry of loss of only moments ago.

“Daelynn?” you ask uncertainly, finally catching up to the fact that something’s seriously wrong. You are still holding on to that fucking rabbit. Did you leave her side for that thing?

Will you be very upset with her if it unexpectedly dies? Her magic surges through her again, her eyes glued to the hairy vermin, her intent deadly.

“Hey, sweetheart?” you ask her again, really alarmed this time. You grab her arm and the malevolent spell wrapping itself around her heart is suddenly broken as if it was never there.

She looks at you, softly, tenderly, leaning forward and brushing her lips against yours in a chaste kiss, taking your arm in hers and leading you away. She has a few lessons she needs to teach you tonight.

Eledwen:

She blasts through the collapsing building, her draconic eyes showing her the best way to weave through the fallen debris.

She is glad you are not here with her right now. She’d have been out of her mind with worry was that the case.

When you slipped away from her a few minutes earlier, she’d briefly considered following you. But it was not necessary.

And now she is glad that she didn’t. She finally emerges in the light of day, a thick cloud of dust swirling around her and the rest of her three companions.

She materializes her wings and begins to flap them mightily, scattering the dust around her.

“My thanks,” Straasa mutters from her right, covered from head to toe in dust, looking decidedly grumpy.

“Hey,” Morkai’s irritating voice pipes up, “where’s the kid?” he asks and she can hear actual notes of worry in his tone. He has his moments.

“Don’t worry,” she begins to reassure the slightly panicking humans around her, “nothing ‘s happened to…”

“Hey, guys!” your joyful voice breaks through the tight air and she chuckles softly at the exuberance of it. She loves it when you’re happy.

“I followed this bunny in an alley and found like 50 gold coins! Think I’m gonna keep him— might be a her though. Whoa, what happened here?!” you ask flabbergasted. No one answers you.

“Nothing of import, my one. Shall we get going? “ she asks you casually, walking up to you and pressing a fond kiss to your temple. She takes you by the waist and leads you away from the wreckage, careful not to upset your new pet.

~*~

I’m an idiot who can’t help herself. No one should trust me. I’m weak. SOMEONE KNOCK ME OVER THE HEAD ALREADY!

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only a warning // finan

prompt: Despite everything, the man had managed to catch your eye. And now, you couldn’t look away.

a/n: i am aware that this will probably not receive many notes, as the last kingdom in general is only a show that’s beginning to gain popularity. but i’m absolutely in love with the show and finan, so i hope those of you that are fans enjoy this piece i whipped up!

please don’t plagiarize my work!

word count: 2,097

You walk in between two men. Two men you do not know but hope will lead you to the man you wish to see.

With the hood of your cape covering your face, you keep your gaze trained on the ground below you, placing one foot in front of the other. You do not wish for your identity to be seen or revealed as of yet, but the chattering among-st and around you help keeps your racing heart at bay. What you were doing was not only incredibly dangerous, but there was no guarantee that the man you sought for would remember or accept you.

If he did not, well, then, you were as good as dead.

The footsteps of the men on either side of you halt, alerting you that they have stopped, and coming to a stop yourself, you allow the tip of your chin to raise just a little. Enough so that you can see clearly before yourself, and your eyes settle upon two large doors. Doors that you guess lead into the hall and main building of Coccham and will lead you to the man you seek.

“We are here,” one of the men call out, his Irish accent thick.

“I wish to see Uhtred,” you speak, “only then will raise my hood.”

There’s a pause, and then, you hear the squeak of the large doors, signaling them opening. Hope and fears floods you at the same time, and you instinctively clutch your dress beneath your cloak tightly. You take a step forward when you hear the two men do the same, anticipating what is next to come.

“What is this?”

The voice belongs to Uhtred. Even after all these years, you recognize him purely by his tone. His voice is deeper than it had been when you’d known him, but then again, that had been more than ten years ago.

“Um, she,” you figure the men, the other one, not the Irish-man, gestures to you. “She wished to see you, Lord. Said that she could only speak to you, that only you could help her.”

“How am I meant to help a woman I can not even see?”

You are not oblivious to the order that has been given. So, with a sharp inhale, you raise your hands, slowly pulling back the large hood that had covered your identity and appearance to all eyes. Your hair falls across your shoulders as the hood is pulled back, and you slowly raise your head, keeping your gaze steady and forward. It is not long before you meet Uhtred’s eyes, and the fear that had flood you this entire trip disappears the minute you see his lips part and his eyes flood with recognition.

“Y/N,” he whispers, pushing himself up to his feet. You notice a woman next to him, and finally you are able to see, clearly and fully, the men who’d lead you hear.

“You know her, Lord?” The man on your right speaks, the Irish-man, as he eyes you slowly.

Meeting Uhtred’s eyes, you nod, speak for him; “I am his sister,” you explain, “his blood sister.”

The two men and the woman all, almost in sync, react with wide eyes and parted lips. But you are hardly able to focus on them before Uhtred is hastily pushing himself away from the table and around, reaching you within seconds. He wastes no time enveloping you in his arms, holding you tightly as you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

The last time you’d seen Uhtred was when he was still a boy. Before he’d been taken by the Danes. Uhtred was a man now, and a Lord apparently.

“What are you doing here?” Uhtred laughs, pulling back from the embrace but cupping either of your cheeks. “I’d thought you dead, long ago.”

Raising your hand, you touch Uhtred’s cheeks gently. “It is so good to see you,” you whisper, unable to fight back the tears that threaten to fall. “I worried about you every day since you were captured. When I heard our uncle bring up your name, I was more than relieved.”

“You have been with our uncle?” Uhtred questions, worry flooding his gaze. “This entire time?”

“There was no where else for me to go,” you explain, shrugging your shoulders. “After you were taken, uncle would not allow me to leave. I have been under his captivity this entire time.”

Uhtred’s lips parts, and then he glances back, at his two men, before returning his attention to you. He lets his arms fall, one hand falling on your lower back as he leads you to the dinner table, the table he’d been sat at moments before. He guides you to a seat, next to the woman you’d see before, and she greets you with a warm and bright smile.

“How did you escape him?” Uhtred asks, returning to his previous seat. His two men take a seat in front of you, leaning forward on the table, eager to hear your story.

“Our uncle has grown old, tired and weak. He is not as watchful as he used to be,” you explain, pausing to take a drink of water from the cup that had been placed in front of you. “I simply used his weaknesses against him. I’ve spent months searching for you, Uhtred. I am only so relieved to have finally found you.”

Uhtred smiles softly, “you can stay here. As long as you need.”

Fiddling with your hands, you glance down at your lap. “I would like to stay here, permanently,” you explain, voice quiet. “If allowed. With our uncle out there searching for me, I am afraid to go anywhere else.”

“Of course,” the woman next to you nods, pulling your eyes on her. “I am Gisela, Uhtred’s wife.”

Your eyes widen, meeting Uhtred’s eyes as you smile brightly. “You are married,” you laugh, enjoying the feeling of happiness that envelops you.

Laughing, Uhtred nods, leaning back in his seat. “And these are my friends, Sihtric,” he points to the shorter men of the two. In return, the boy smiles at you, offering you a nod. “And Finan.” It is the Irish-man you realize. As your eyes meet his, you can’t help the soft blush that grows on your cheeks as he sends you a smirk and a wink in greeting.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he grins.

“You must be starving,” Gisela says, pulling your eyes back on her as she stands up. “I will fetch you some supper.”

You nod, a weight seemingly being lifted off of your shoulders.

“I missed you, Y/N,” Uhtred whispers, meeting your eyes. Leaning forward, he takes your hand in his own. “There was not a day I did not think of you.”

Eyes softening, you nod; “and I the same, Uhtred.”

You were accepted with open arms.

Life at Coccham became easy and natural rather quickly. You felt at home more than you ever had back at Bebbanburg with your uncle. Here, there was no threat upon your life. And here, you had the protection of Uhtred and his men.

Speaking of his men, they also accepted you with open arms. His closest friends, Sihtric and Finan, you rather enjoyed their company. They never failed to make you laugh, and you loved and appreciated their undying loyalty to your brother.

The latter, Finan, you especially became close to. And as the days went on, turning into weeks and then months, you were not unaware to the attraction you felt for him. He not only treated you right and respectively, he also attracted your attention in other ways. And if the longing looks and ever-so-slight touches were anything to go by, you figured Finan felt the same.

Of course, you were both hesitant to act upon them. Uhtred, since your reunion, was fiercely protective of you. He let you have your freedom, of course, since he was not unaware that you had spent much of your childhood and more as a captive. But, he was protective over you, there was no other way of explaining it. Gisela, someone you’d become quite close friends with, often teased him over it, to which Uhtred would roll his eyes and deny every word.

So, you kept your feelings for Finan at bay. Unspoken and quiet.

That was until that day. You’d been helping in the kitchen, prepping for dinner when Gisela had urged you to take a break. You’d been working hard all day, she professed, and thus, she could handle dinner quite fine on her own. You were hastily swept out of the kitchen, into the hall, and somehow right into the arms of Finan.

After nearly bumping into him and slipping, Finan caught you, steadying you on your own to feet.

The two of you were not opposed to close contact with one another, but you always kept a respectful distance, in fear that something should happen. As your gaze rose, and you met his eyes, you realized why the two of you had worked so hard to do so. It felt nearly impossible to deny your feelings for the man now, when he was so close.

“Uh, i-i’m sorry,” you stutter, pulling yourself from his arms. “I did not mean to-”

“You have done me no harm, Lady,” Finan interrupts softly, smiling at you politely. “I’m merely glad I was able to catch you before you fell and hurt yourself.”

Feeling your cheeks warm, you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, glancing down at your feet. “Still,” you mumble, “I was not looking where I was going. I apologize.”

“No worries, Lady.”

“How many times must I tell you?” You smile softly, raising your head once more to meet his eyes. “Call me Y/N.”

“Of course, Lady,” Finan pauses, eyes clenching shut. “Uh, I mean, Y/N.”

Giggling softly to yourself, you shake your head. A moment of silence passes between the two of you, and it’s obvious one of you, if not both, should just walk away, forget this ever happened. But as you meet his eyes once more, you find that you cannot. And then suddenly, Finan’s lips are pressed against your own.

It only takes you a split second before you return the kiss, allowing your hands to run through his hair and downwards. Finan’s arms wrap around your waist in response, pulling you close as you curl your body into his. Every thought you’ve had about Finan that you have spent the past months hiding from him and everyone else, you pour into that kiss, desperate that he understands.

As you kiss Finan, you’re unaware of the approaching footsteps. The both of you are unaware until Uhtred’s voice calls out; “Finan, there you are. I have-”

You and Finan pull away from each other almost immediately. You bump into the wall behind you as you glance over at Uhtred apprehensively, hastily brushing back your hair that had become messed up during your kiss.

Uhtred’s face slowly falls as he processes what has just happened. And then he’s taking a step forward, his face twisting into an expression of anger.

“Yo-Your Lord, I did not mean-”

Finan is interrupted by Uhtred grabbing his from the collar of his armour, pressing him against the wall adjacent to you. You instantly push off the wall yourself, grabbing onto Uhtred’s shoulder and desperately pulling back on him. “Uhtred,” you cry, “he didn’t do anything! Please!”

“Be quiet,” Uhtred growls, sending you a warning look.

Shoulders falling, you step back, meeting Finan’s gaze along the way.

“You...” Uhtred growls, his tight grip on Finan shaking. “I was wondering how long it would take the two of you.”

You pause, confusion flooding you.

What?

Uhtred steps back, letting go of Finan who falls to his feet with wide eyes. Fixing his clothing, he watches Uhtred step back, the both of you greatly baffled as a bright grin falls on Uhtred’s lips.

“Anyone could see how you care for each other,” Uhtred grins, letting out a satisfied chuckle. “I only wanted to scare you a little to warn you,” he turns to Finan, “that if you ever hurt her, I will kill you.”

Uhtred turns then, heading back down the way he came. As he turns the corner, about to disappear from view, he waves at the two of you before leaving.

A moment of silence passes, your heart pounding against your chest.

“I thought I was a dead man then,” Finan breathes, shoulders falling.

“So did I.”

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writings-of-a-british-fangirl · 6 years ago

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You’re The Devil, Thomas Shelby (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Title: You're The Devil, Thomas Shelby Summary: Tommy turns up to your door, bloody and in need of help. You can't help but wonder if he's just come for safety from the Russians or something more… Warnings: Spoilers for season 3, mentions of needles/blood/wounds Request: N/A

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Thomas Shelby~You're The Devil, Thomas Shelby

You hadn’t seen Tommy in quite a few years… Your interests had changed and your paths had diverged away from each other a long time ago. However, now it seemed that was changing and you were about to become very involved with Thomas Shelby.

He turned up at your door, looking bloody and dishevelled. Despite not seeing him since you were a lot younger, he still looks the same. Older, maybe, more mature, but still just as handsome. You swore at him, cried out wanting to know what the hell he was doing here. He didn’t give you much of explanation: just that he needed some where safe that wasn’t Small Heath.

You sighed but let him in. Fuck, why did you always have to let him in?

Thomas Shelby always brought trouble with him, and you had a feeling that the trouble he was bringing with him wasn’t something small scale. No, this would be dangerous but you were far too wrapped up in helping him that the danger you were putting yourself in became second thought.

“Right,” you murmur, pulling out a chair at your dining table and gesturing for him to sit down, “Tell me what the hell is going on. Don’t skip any important details. If my life’s now in danger, I at least want to know who it is that’s trying to kill me. And you.”

Tommy followed your instructions and sat down. You position yourself opposite him and kept your eyes focused on him.

Part of you always knew that you would see Tommy again. And, somewhere deep down you always knew that it probably wouldn’t be because of his undying love for you or because he missed you and needed to desperately see you again. It would be for business. That was a fact that took you a long while to accept; Thomas Shelby wasn’t a man that just turned up and swept his child hood sweetheart off their feet and says ‘Let’s run away.’ No, he was a family man and more importantly a business man. He wasn’t going to leave this life. It seemed like neither were you.

“…So?”

“The Russians,” Tommy murmured, reaching for his cigarettes.

He puts one in his mouth and goes to light it but you interrupt him.

“Not in the house,” you snap, snatching it out of his mouth, “I’m trying to give them up.”

That was partially true, but you’d mostly stopped because they reminded you too much of Tommy. Remembering him hurt, especially when he was linked in your head to such ordinary things. You don’t tell him, he doesn’t need to know.

“You’re going to need one when you hear the full story,” Tommy warns.

“You want to find some other sorry soul to help you out?” you ask and he shakes his head, “Then no lighting up in the house.”

“You won’t even give a dying man his last request?” Tommy says, with a faint hint of a smile.

“You’re not dying. Take a lot more than a few Russians to put you six feet under,” you reply, “Now, why are they after you and how long do we have before they’re here?”

He recalls the story, from the beginning. True to your request, he misses no details; Tommy even tells you about Grace. You didn’t tell him but you already knew about Grace’s death: word got around fast, and with your connections, you always kept tabs on your friends- even estranged ones. It was a pity: you would’ve liked her- a woman that could handle Thomas Shelby. And then he tells you about his son, Charlie, and about the fact that he’d been threatened too.

“Really, Tommy? Those sort of Russians?” you sigh, “Right, well, we better start making a fucking plan. I have a few connections that might help, and I’m sure I can get to that Priest too.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. The Russians you’re talking about- they might be powerful and dangerous but they’re careless because they think they’re untouchable. I think it’s time to show them that they’re not.”

He hums in approval.

“Of course you’ve already got an idea, haven’t you?”

“Their vault. It’s worth thousands.”

“You want to rob it,” you chuckle in amusement, “This is going to be more fun that I thought.”

It’s then that you notice blood seeping through his crisp, white shirt. You stand up, alerted, and Tommy’s eyes follow you upwards. He’s confused about your sudden movement. It looks like it’s getting worse.

“Take your shirt off, Tommy,” you instruct.

“Woah, hey-“

“-I’m not trying to see you shirtless; I’m trying to save your life. Now take your shirt off before you bleed out.”

Tommy touches his chest and feels that his wound was getting worse. He cursed under his breath but began removing his jacket and shirt. You throw the clothing to one side, and drag him to your bedroom. Tommy lies on the bed and you grab a wash bowl, cloth, alcohol and your sewing stuff. You fill the bowl with hot water, and rush back to Tommy. You clean the cut with the cloth but notice it looks infected.

“Fuck.”

“What?” Tommy asks.

“Been a long time since I’ve done this, Tommy.”

You were a nurse in the war, and had seen worse than this but it had been a few years since the war. Sure, you still had the skills but you were nervous. When you were operating on the soldiers, you didn’t know them and they were often to mentally damaged to acknowledge the pain.

“I’m sure you’ve still got it in you- ah-“

-He yelps out when you pour some of the alcohol on the wound.

“What the fucking hell was that for?” Tommy curses.

“It’s infected,” you explain, “And that was to disinfect it.”

He grabs the alcohol bottle from your hand and takes a swig. Tommy already know what’s coming: stitches. He’d had the done before but that didn’t mean it was any less painful.

“Tommy, I’m going to have to-“

“-Just get on with it, Y/N. I can take it.”

You nod and grab your needle. With a lighter, you sterilise the tip, and then thread it. As swiftly as you can, you begin stitching the wound closed. Seven stitches later and it’s basically closed. You finish the last one, cut the cotton and sigh out of relief. It’s shut and doesn’t look infected anymore. During that process, Tommy had reached out and still held onto your upper arm.

“You’re alright, Tommy,” you promise, gently rubbing your hand over his, “It’s over.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Hm, and you’re the Devil, Thomas Shelby,” you laugh, “Next time you come see me, make sure it’s not because you’re bleeding to death, okay?”

“I won’t.”

You brush his hair out of his face and gently kiss his forehead.

“Get some rest. I’ll check on you in a few hours.”

“I’m fine-“

“-When’s the last time you slept? Actually slept?”

He kept quiet, and you nodded.

“Rest. I’ve got this house guarded, you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you,” he says hoarsely.

Thomas looks at you through half open eyelids. His vision is kind of hazy but he can still clearly see your figure. He reaches out for you, and you take his hand, a concerned look on your face.

“In another life, Y/N, I would’ve married you,” he confesses, “I would’ve come back from that war and married you.”

You smile sadly.

“And in another life, Tommy, I would’ve said yes.”

He closes his eyes and lets his hand drop from yours.

“Rest. We’ll deal with the Russians in the morning.”

Tommy nods. For the first time since this whole mess started, he genuinely believes it can end. And with the Peaky Blinders on top.

You were his angel, his guardian angel.

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Forget Me Not Jim Mason x Reader 50 First Dates AU Pt 1/?

A/N: Not long ago seen an ask on @michael-langdon-appreciation blog by an anon asking for a Jim Mason 50 First Dates fic, I know she is busy and got quite a bit going on so I took on the task. I decided to go not entirely by the 50 First Dates story line there will be parts of it yes but going in a bit of a different direction, this will be multiple parts. Hope you like it anon let me know what you think, as well as my followers feed back is appreciated! 💓

“Hi, l'm Jim Mason maybe you can help me? l'm looking for Y/N any idea where l can find her?” Jim walked through the boat till he made his way downstairs to the cabin, making his way to the door calling out…

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N Mason?”

She can’t remember yesterday…

When a freak accident on a storm-swept road leaves Y/N with a memory full of holes, she can't remember her own email password, much less how the little pink "positive" on the pregnancy stick got there. She's at a loss to explain what happened, or when ...or with whom. But what the mind forgets, the heart remembers. Still, it’s going to be a long, hard ride to a happily ever-after for two, plus one.

2 months ago...

Jim closed the distance between them and touched their lips together. Soft. Sweet. More intense than any kiss he'd ever given her before. Her breath escaped in a puff as he pulled back, warming his skin.

"Oh. That was nice." Y/N replied softly.

"Hmm, you ready for better than nice?"

She opened her mouth to answer, and he caught her lips separating them. His tongue eased into her mouth, and he tasted her like he’d longed to for months. Sweetness, a touch of cinnamon, but mostly her. This was far better than nice. He dug his fingers into the fabric at her hip to stop from exploring anywhere else. His other hand locked on the truck frame to make sure the only thing he used on her was his mouth.

He wanted to consume her.

Kissing was only the beginning because, oh hell, every nerve in his body had gone on high alert, especially when she curled her hands around his back and stepped against him. One leg on either side of his thigh. Bodies tight together, her warmth enveloping him along with the scent of her perfume. His head spun from even this much contact.

His throat moved as he swallowed. Whispered, “Say it's not crazy. Say this is what you want, even though I'm leaving tomorrow. " I want you,” Y/N confessed. "And it’s not crazy-not completely." She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

Her bra joined her shirt on the floor, and that was it. Discussion over. Jim had her in his arms; her feet dangling in the air as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Their lips connected, the worn fabric of his T-shirt soft against her naked chest. He paused to take off his shoes, and they bounced off a few walls en route. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her hands traveling over his shoulders and back as she savored finally getting to touch him.

Jim lowered her to the bed and stepped back. He reached over his head to grab his T-shirt, jerking it forward and off his muscular torso. His biceps flexed, chest muscles and chiseled abs clearly visible in the light streaming through the window. She admired the dark dusting of hair on his chest, another dark trail leading down into the jeans that were even now being unbuttoned, unzipped and frantically cast to the floor.

"Get naked," Jim ordered. "I want skin and nothing but skin tonight. I want enough touching to make me crazy for the next months hell even the next years.” She wiggled off her jeans and undies, staring at him in awe. "I'd ask for a picture, but your image is branded on my brain. You're gorgeous, Jim."

Jim traced the edge of her jaw to her neck, kissing his way up to the sensitive spot under her ear. Kisses and caresses, his lips on her torso as his fingers plumped her breast. His tongue tracing circles around her nipple a second before his lips closed over the tip and he sucked. A sharp, aching need shot from his mouth to directly between her legs, and Y/N could no more hold back her groans than fly to the moon.

It wasn't just one thing, it was the complete seduction. His hands on her stomach, sneaking over her belly to tease the folds of her sex. His mouth doing sinfully good things to her breasts. Y/N's heart pounded, her body growing slick as he teased her, fingers on her clit, fingers slipping inside her.

"I’m going to make you come, and this first time? I'm going to watch." Jim hung over her, his face only inches away as his hand worked her, a rapid thrust of his fingers driving her toward a peak faster than expected. His pupils dilated further as she groaned his name, her nails digging into his broad shoulders.

He kissed her breathless then vanished, sliding down her body like a human tornado. More caresses, long slow strokes –he avoided her sex for a moment, and she was glad until the continued touches made her twitch with the desire.

"Hmm, delicious." Jim opened her legs with his shoulders and dropped to tease her folds with his tongue. Gentle at first, then bolder until she was arching up to his mouth, grinding against him as he thrust his tongue deep. As he covered her sensitive clit and sucked, flicking the tip with his tongue until she broke into a million pieces.

She turned into a puddle on the mattress, barely able to focus. He snatched up the condom and covered himself, lowering over her to touch their heated foreheads together.

Jim breathed out slowly as his cock nudged her core. "You ready for me?"

Years ago. Forever. All the words she wanted to say she held back, instead simply nodding.

He slid inside, and she shook, fighting to keep her eyes open so she could add the expression on his face to the whole experience. Bliss mixed with the hunger, and a moan escaped him as she crossed her heels against his lower back. The change of position slipped him deeper so they were all-the-way connected.

Skin to skin, fully engaged as they stared into each other’s eyes. Jim pulled his hips back, and pressure skittered past sensitive nerve endings, making her entire body heat further.

He thrust forward, and again, catching hold of her hip to lift her higher. He pinned her in position as the pressure and tempo increased.

"Sweet Y/N. Oh my God, so good." Jim tilted his hips at the end of each thrust, and she gasped.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Oh, this is..." She couldn’t breathe to get the words out, but she didn't want him to stop. "Yes, good. So good."

He kissed her, his breath hot on her cheek before he tangled their tongues, thrusting into her mouth in imitation of his cock.

Y/N saw lights sparkling before her eyes when they broke apart to gasp for air. "I’m close. Oh, Jim, how? How can this…?"

"You feel it, Y/N? How good we fit? How fucking good we are together?" He pressed her to the mattress and grabbed her thighs, looming over her and opening her in a whole new way. The changed angle increased the tension, and when he slipped his fingers over her clit, she was lost.

"Jim ..." Y/N shouted his name. She clutched her thighs as he drove in one final time, his cock held deep while her body convulsed around him.

Stars floated past her vision as he shook, his body gone taut-his abdomen, his chest, all the lovely muscles under her exploring fingers.

She closed her eyes, and everything reduced to sensations. To the touch of his lips to her cheek, the added heat as he rolled them to the side. Jim hitched her leg over his waist, rocking his hips gently as his hard-on continued to stretch her.

Y/N opened her eyes to discover his sexy smile waiting for her. That one lock of hair was back over his forehead, and she brushed it away tenderly.

"Hey." Her cheeks flushed with heat.

Jim traced his fingers over her shoulder. "Hey. That was..." His sigh screamed of satisfaction as he met her gaze.

"Trust me, you're nothing short of mind-meltingly sexy, and I want to do that at least a couple more times tonight."

To: [email protected]

04:07:00 Sunday, September 13

Made it to Redondo Beach. That was a hell of a drive at the start. The storm didn't ease off until I was past Lomita. Held me up enough I didn’t get in until after midnight, so I didn’t want to call and wake you up.

I'll be gone by the time you get this message. Leaving early hours Sunday. I miss you already. I can't wait to get back so I can date you properly. Getting to share Friday night with you was a dream come true, but as hot as the sex was? I want more for us. I mean it. This is something I’ve wanted-you're something I’ve wanted-for a long time.

[email protected]

p.s. I love that you used your nickname for an email address

November, Palos Verdes…

Y/N slapped her palm against the door to her small house, slamming it shut behind her. The door reopened not two seconds later. "Will you stop running away from me?" Medina demanded. "I asked a question."

"I don’t know the answer, okay? And it's pissing me off," Y/N snapped. "Oh." Medina sighed, kicking off her shoes before easing herself onto the back of the couch. She planted her feet on the seat cushion and nodded sadly. "Another of your memory gaps?"

Y/N glared over her shoulder as she draped her jacket on a wall coat hook. "Memory gaps. Such small words for such a huge, fucking nuisance."

"Hey, stop being so rough on yourself. The doctors said things should come back. Sometime."

Sometime was another not very reassuring word. Y/N stomped across the room to stand with folded arms, glaring at her friend. “Medina, I still haven't figured out the passwords to my computer. You had to help me pay my bills so my power didn’t get cut off. I'm relearning how to do the data entry at the office, which means I’m basically a freeloader with my own friend."

“I don't mind. None of us mind." Medina shook her head. “Please, stop beating yourself up. Stop acting as if, since your car wasn't totaled, you don't have the right to be injured. A few obstacles are worth dealing with until you’re back up to speed."

Obstacles. Fah. Another word that was as bad as memory gaps.

There might be holes in her memory, and lingering frustrations, but there were a lot of good things in her life. Between Medina and her family, somehow she’d get through this rough patch, and make it out the other side.

Of course, thirty seconds later she was running to the bathroom to throw up, which erased a good portion of her optimism. It was tough to stay positive while bowing in front of the porcelain throne.

HE HADN'T EXACTLY SPED the whole way home.

Jim was sure there were a few sections of highway where he'd briefly slowed to the speed limit. When there were too many cars for him to dodge.

Since the plane dropped him off at six a.m., he'd been going nonstop. Pretty much like he'd been going for the previous two months. Working like a madman before falling exhausted into bed for a few hours to get up and do it all over again.

The good part was the blistering pace kept him from obsessing about Y/N before falling asleep. It did nothing to stop the dirty dreams that invaded his brain and had him waking with more than simple morning wood.

He wanted to see Y/N.

Driving with one hand, he used the other to check his mail. There were a mess of texts and emails in his inbox, most of it spam, but none from her. The message he'd sent to Medina moments before leaving had bounced back as well with a Message undeliverable. Recipient's mailbox is full. Fatal daemon error.

Curses drifted through his brain. He punched in Y/N's number only to have the phone die on him, the battery dead. Fine. It was more important to be there and do the next thing in person anyway.

Like sweep Y/N up in his arms and kiss her senseless.

The entire drive he daydreamed about where he’d find her. Timing-wise she should be at home, so he ignored his own place, and the garage, and took the back loop. The sight of her car in the drive made his heart leap, and he parked in the second free space in a rush, damn near leaping from the truck. Somehow he forced his feet to a walk instead of rushing her front door and bursting in like a maniac.

He rang the doorbell.

Knocked.

Rang again.

It might be rude, but he even leaned over and peered in the window, to see if she was around. A pair of shoes lay haphazardly under the hall coat rack, a small puddle of water pooled under the soles. Her coat was there-only no sign of her. He moved to knock a second time but was interrupted by Y/N's less-than-ladylike cussing. Jim tried the front door, and it opened easily.

“Y/N? You here?" Both feet still on the outside stoop, he stuck his head around the door frame to make himself heard.

A new set of sounds greeted him, less amusing than the curses. Retching and coughing, and Jim couldn't stand it any longer. He stormed forward and headed toward the bathroom.

“Angel eyes, you okay?"

She was seated on the floor, her cheek resting on one arm as she basically clung to the toilet. Her eyes were closed, and her face twisted in a grimace as she shuddered then leaned forward and spat.

"Oh hell, you got a stomach bug?"

Or that’s what Jim intended to say. He got out the oh hell part before Y/N's eyes flew open and her gaze landed on him, all traces of nausea and exhaustion vanishing as she opened her mouth and screamed. She scrambled to her feet, hands flailing, a riot of noise and motion.

Damn.

He held out a hand toward her. “Y/N, hey, it’s okay. It's me, Jim." He ducked away from the toilet plunger she'd swung like a sword. At the same time he examined her quickly-noting her pale skin. The dark shadows under her eyes.

The business end of the plunger wavered in front of him as he took in her extremely short-cropped hair, the H/C strands that usually would have covered her shoulders only about an inch long over her entire head. It was a radical change from before. Kinda cute, really, but unexpected.

"Jim?" She squinted, her head tilting to the side and making her rather adorable. Well, adorable if she weren’t still threatening him with a toilet cleaner.

He took hold of the handle and tugged the shaft from her fingers, putting the weapon back in its place. "Yes, Jim."

"I don’t remember this at all," she muttered. "You're not you."

He laughed, and then caught her as she swayed. "And you must be running a fever or something."

She squirmed out of his arms and backed away slowly. "No fever. My stomach's upset. Feels better now." She looked him up and down quickly. Utter dread joined the disappointment in his gut.

He headed back to the living room, pausing to remove his boots and wipe up water from rain he'd tracked in during his mad rush to help her. That’s when he noticed there were other changes in her house since September. A lot more stuff for one thing. Fabric and paintbrushes in the hall, a stack of clothes draped over a chair in the kitchen besides a sewing machine. He had to move aside a pile of what looked like jigsaw puzzle pieces before he could sit on the couch.

Jim rose to his feet as she approached a few minutes later. "Better?" She waved away his concern. "Fine. Just a touch off for a few days." He couldn't wait any longer, closing the distance between them. If she was sick, that eliminated a too-personal welcome home, but that was okay. They'd leapt in at the start. Now he could go a little slower. Care for her. Take his time to make sure they had a solid foundation. He caressed the peach-fuzz softness just above her ear, stroking gently. "I like your hair."

Y/N touched her head self-consciously. "It’s okay. It's grown a lot since the accident." The bottom fell out of his stomach. "Accident? What accident?" She snorted before jerking to a stop, the golden flecks in her E/C eyes flashing at him in the light. "You're serious. You didn't know I went into the ditch?"

He grabbed her hands tight. "I had no idea. Y/N stared at their joined hands, her mouth hanging slightly open. "Umm, Jim. It's okay. I mean it happened two months ago." Her unease increased, and her body grew stiffer. Instead of curling up against him like he'd hoped, she withdrew, and the whole situation grew more awkward by the minute.

When she pulled her hands free, he let her go. Let her increase the distance between them. She was leaning on the wall opposite him now, a good five feet between them. Jim felt wrapped in cotton. "So...how do we get from your great ditch driving to your hair being cut off?"

Y/N took an enormous breath and let it out slowly. "They told me I bumped my head. Hard enough they shaved my hair off so they could attach test thingies. After a week's testing when nothing showed up on their machines, they told me I was fine."

Jim was the one frowning now, his entire body tensing as he slipped the clues together. "You keep saying ‘they told me'. You don't remember the accident?"

She shook her head, frustration obviously rising. "I don’t remember the accident, plus there are a few other gaps. I lost a ton of long-term memory as it relates to math-passwords, formulas and things like that. So it’s nice you sent me an email, but I never got it. I had to set up a new email account because I couldn't get into the old one."

His jaw had to be hanging open, and his feet were pinned in place now, hands dangling uselessly by his sides. Y/N had lost her memory?

Had she forgotten them? If so, she'd have forgotten what they'd done. What they'd planned. It would explain so much in terms of her discomfort with him-more than only nerves at having him back around after a long break.

He forced himself to speak even though his mouth had gone totally dry. "So...this amnesia. How extensive is it?"

Y/N shrugged. "A couple weeks before the bump are fuzzy or gone-I'm not sure now what are real memories and what are things I've been told."

"A couple ..."

It was true. In one swoop their future was rearranged. He wasn't about to pick her up caveman-like and tell her that they were another thing she'd forgotten. Not when she was still fighting frustration along with whatever else had her at less than one hundred percent physical health at the moment. He also had no intention of letting her get away. The dilemma of how to move forward threw him into a tailspin.

As out of control as a car skidding into a ditch.

Credit to @carolthors formally Skyofsong

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