#head and dreams for maybe the rest of my life or at least until this game is revealed

[abilouwrites]

SUNSETS, I WANNA HEAR YOUR VOICE

A LOVE THAT NOBODY COULD DESTROY

“Would you still love me if I couldn’t do this anymore” I questions, I can’t make eye contact. I can’t stare at the boy I love because I think if I look at him I might keep trying. Keep trying to be the hero I’ve wanted to be, “would it change how you see me? Because-“ I’m trapped in a hospital bed. Blankets covering my legs. Mangled and tangled in stitches and wraps. So mangled it might be a miracle if I can walk again. Let alone jump from building to building chasing someone.

“I think I will, but that doesn’t matter right now, because you’ll be fine. This is stupid you’re making such a big deal out of nothing” He grumbles slightly, head resting on his balled first as he leans against the chair. Elbow digging into the uncomfortable wooden arm, “she said you had a 20% chance of full recovery”

“80% chance I’ll never walk again, kats this isn’t some out of the blue ‘would you still love me if I was a worm’ type bullshit, this is real” I sit up slightly, mustering what courage I have left to look him in the eyes.

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment I hope for sympathy. I search and search for a glimpse of something to hold onto, of anything that looks like he might believe me, like he might look into the face of reality. But he’s avoidant. Again.

“Why won’t you see this? Why can’t you see this? There’s no coming back from an injury like this. Look at me.” I demand, he avoids me again, only staring into my undamaged face. But never at my body. He only stares at the lumpy blankets that cover me. It sets me off. I rip the starchy blankets off. Pale skin bruised red and black, deep gashes against my outer and a gap where my legs should meet. A large divot in the inside of my thigh. Stitched together. I make him stare at the gaps in my skin, “LOOK AT ME KATSUKI! LOOK WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME” I’m angry, devastated how I’ve given my life and body to a dream that would’ve never come true, “you should’ve left me there to die”

“Get over yourself” he scoffs, “none of us came out of this unscathed, Ms. Midnight died, she’s dead! I almost died, we all almost died. You’re not the only one who when through something, quit acting like you were” he sits up, crossing his arms over his chest. Defensive and aggressive, like he’s always been, “yeah your legs are fucked up, yeah you’ve got a 80% chance of never walking again but there’s still a chance” he softens, a silent whisper or plea leaves his voice, “you can still make it. You should try.. at least. Try”

I purse my lips together, I want to speak but I can’t, “you don’t know how it felt feeling you die. Feeling your heart stop beating, watching you shake and writhe in agony, I held you in my arms. As you died, that was me. And now you’re wishing I left you there? Like what? Like you’re worth nothing? You mean everything to me, you’re my everything” He confesses, this is as close to an ‘I love you’ I’ll get out of him. I don’t want to be mad at him, not after this.

“Would you still love me-“

“No. I wouldn’t love you. I don’t love quitters, there’s a reason I love you. Because you don’t quit, I’ll be dammed if I let you do it now” He shakes his head slightly. His eyes look over me now, over my hospital gown, until they land on my legs. Mangled and broken, torn and twisted.

“You didn’t let me finish” I repeat what I was originally saying, “even if I tried, if I did everything right and it didn’t work. You’d still like me at least?”

I watch him inhale, like he’s mulling over something so important. And maybe this is important, why should he build his life upon a cripple?

“Yeah, I’d still love you”

*hi I’m still alive I just have carpal tunnel:)

I’m trying to get more used to writing more descriptively and like angst n stuff so.. plz comment !!

[mobagehelllocal]

IM THINKING ABT HIS EXPRESSION IN THE DARK!!! WHAT R U HIDING FROM US!!! WHAT IS IT!!! WHAT IS THAT EXPRESSION 😭😭😭

also included his flowers because of course

[its-shells]

“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”

Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.

“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”

He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.

“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.

Can he explain?

“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”

The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–

“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”

“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.

“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“

“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”

It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.

“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.

“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.

Grian stares back.

“That didn’t count.”

“It didn’t not.”

“You didn’t remember until now.”

“I didn’t not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”

“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”

“Would you have?”

“Not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.

“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.

Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.

Sure feels like it sometimes though.

[elllisaaa]

how seventeen would confess to you - hhu vers.

-> pairing : svt hhu × gn!reader

-> words count : 2.9k words

-> genre : svt members crushing on you, fluff

-> warnings : while make you giggle and kick your feet

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - INTIMATE

cuddles, cuddles, cuddles !

once he tackled you on the couch or bed and you’re in his arms, you’re not getting up for at least an hour. 

watching long shows together, and you’re forbidden from watching even one episode without him, or he’ll get so pouty. 

big golden retriever energy, he’s always so smiley around you.

but also big on protecting you.

he’s the type to say “dress how you want, i can fight”, and he will definitely fight if needed.

always has an arm around you, making you feel safe in every situation

since both of you are friends since as far as you can remember, he’s like another member of your family.

i can literally picture your aunts asking you when you’re gonna marry him at every gathering lmao

with all of that, the line between friendly and romantic feelings is blurred, but cheol wished he had the courage to fully cross it. 

however, everyone and their mothers knew about his big crush on you, and about yours on him. 

his confession would be so domestic crying because i’m lonely. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to cross paths with Seungcheol late at night. Just like you, he often got thirsty and you always ended up staying in the kitchen until the early hours of morning, and being sleepy at the family gathering. And this time was not different. Well, it was, in fact, a bit different. You had been aboard for the past year and only got back to Korea a few weeks before, so both of you hadn’t really seen each other and you had a lot to catch up on about your lives. 

“- And after that, this bitch didn’t even dare to look me in the eyes for the rest of the year ! Can you believe this ?

- I don’t like to judge people I don’t know, but she’s indeed a bitch.”

Both of you bursted out in laughter, and your heart felt warmer again. It was as if you were finally complete again. Being away from Seungcheol when he had been by your side for the majority of your life was the most difficult thing you ever had to do, and feeling him slip through your fingers as he started to respond less was horrible. He apologized so many times about how busy he was, and you knew it was not his fault, but still, you just wanted to be back home, back in his arms. 

“- Yeah, she definitely is.”

You landed your head on his shoulder with a smile, and Seungcheol feared that you would hear how fast his heart was beating. He was happy for you when you announced to him that you had the opportunity to go aboard for your studies, and he was immensely proud of you. But at the same time, all he wanted to do was convince you to not go and keep you forever with him. But he was only your best friend, and he couldn’t ask you to give up on your dreams for him. But he wished he could be your boyfriend instead. 

“- I have something to confess…”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him as you waited for his next words. Seungcheol eyes’ dived into yours, and he just knew. He knew that this was the right time, that the particular atmosphere surrounding the two of you would certainly never arise again. He had to do it now.

“- The day you left, I came to say goodbye at the airport, remember ?”

You nobbed. How could you not ? He had engulfed you in a big hug  that made you want to stay, and left you with teary eyes as you got on your flight.

“- I never told you what I did after. I drove off to the park we always played at when we were kids, and I cried on the swings for maybe two hours because all I could think about was that you were not with me. And it felt so wrong.”

Your right hand found purchase on his cheek, forcing him to look down at you as he consciously avoided your eyes since he started to tell you his little story. But your soft smile was the only reassurance he needed.

“- It felt wrong being away from you too. I missed you so much Cheol…

- Me too…”

And just like that, you both leaned in at the same time, your lips meeting in between and suddenly, everything felt right again, as if it was where you were supposed to be - in each other arms. 

“next time i’m squeezing myself in your luggage, i don’t want to spend another night without you in my arms.”

JEON WONWOO - SIMPLE

i don’t know how to explain it, but I’m sure you’ll get it when I say that this man is the definition of soft. 

he’s so cozy, every one of his hugs feels like a warm cocoon (that’s why you always find an excuse to get a hug).

very good at giving advice, and a good listener, he’s always there when you need a shoulder to cry on. 

you were friends with the other members at first, but slowly, you started to grow closer when he discovered how sweet and lovely you were. 

the more he talked with you, the more he found himself hooked.

literally has heart eyes for you (everyone and their mothers know about his crush on you) and would drop everything if you need him.

of course, he’ll be more than happy if you agreed to play video games with him, it doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not 

it’s even better if you never played, he’ll have an excuse to make you sit on his lap while he teaches you how to use the controller. 

but in the end, he’s a simple guy, and he doesn’t see the point of hiding his crush for too long, but he also wants his confession to be meaningful. 

The boys had organized a big party for your birthday this year, and surprisingly, they succeeded at keeping it a secret until tonight. And the past months spent trying to perfect every little detail was worth it when they saw the big smile on your face and your teary eyes when you recognized your friends and family as you walked through the room. 

And even if Wonwoo couldn’t be more happy than seeing you wander around, laughing and smiling non-stop, he felt a weight on his heart. He wanted to steal you away from all these people, have you all for himself and finally tell you how he felt about you, finally tell you how glad he was to have you in his life. But he couldn’t, and he would never do that. He was just waiting patiently for your eyes to meet in the crowd, and for you to smile brightly at him. Every time you did that, his heart beat faster. 

“- Finally ! I’m so happy that everyone came, but I’m exhausted !

- I can imagine, you’ve been running around the whole night.”

You sighed dramatically as you seated yourself on the couch next to Wonwoo, resting your head on his shoulder. Like a habit, he put his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, just because you were so comfortable around each other that everyone else thought you were already dating. 

“- It’s the best surprise of my life. You guys are my favorites. Thank you for doing this for me.

- You deserved it, that and all the presents we prepared for you.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with a sparkle of curiosity in your eyes. 

“- And what’s yours Wonwoo ?”

He had planned to do it later, when everyone would have left, when he’ll have a moment alone with you. But if this wasn’t a sign that he had to do it now, he didn’t know what it was.

“- It’s not something material. It’s more… Spiritual I’ll say.

- It’s intriguing, tell me what it is.

- My heart. I’m offering you my heart, because you already have it, you did for a long time now, and I wanted to let you know, just in case you were feeling the same about me.”

Wonwoo knew how emotional you could get, but he didn’t expect you to cry from his confession. Still, he wiped your tears away, waiting for you to calm down with a soft smile on his face.

“- I feel the same, I’ve been feeling the same for so long. You have my heart too.”

“I’ll take care of it, I promise. I’ll always protect you.”

KIM MINGYU - JOYFUL

100% golden retriever energy

you would often tease him along with the members (because we all know that seventeen ultimate goal is to make fun of mingyu)

partner privilege : would not get as pouty as with his members, all it takes is a smile from you and you’re forgiven.

however, when you tease him about how being so muscular but so afraid of everything is a shame, he’ll be like a child throwing a tantrum. 

pouting until you compliment him (and cannot stop blushing once you do, he’s so cute someone help me).

tries to impress you all the time by flexing his muscles, showing how strong he is. 

he’s so obvious please, this boy cannot hide his love for you.

follows you everywhere like a lost puppy, just in case you need him (he’s adorable).

he feels so comfortable around you because beyond all the teasing, you’re very understanding and kind. 

you’re always here to remind him how amazing he is every time he doubts himself. 

and because he feels so comfortable around you, his confession would slip like it was the most natural thing ever. 

Mingyu always had a tendency to show off his skills whenever you were in the same room as him. Yes, he felt an incredible ego boost when you complimented him about his muscles, but what he took real pride in was how much he was able to make you laugh. He always feared that his jokes were lame, or just not your type of humor, but every time he cracked one, you bursted into giggles. And by the way you were beaming, there was no way that you were faking it. 

And he always managed to make you laugh in all types of situations, chuckling and resisting the urge of kicking his feet like a teenager everytime you hitted his shoulder playfully as you tried to contain your own giggles. Mingyu was addicted to the way your eyes were glowing with joy everytime you just smiled. However, he discovered that the easiest way to get you to laugh was to tell you all the stupid things his members did. Like now, as you were crying from how funny you found the story of Seungkwan volley ball. 

“- He really only discovered it when he saw that video ?

- Yeah, really ! You should’ve seen the betrayal in his eyes, it was priceless !”

And you were laughing again, your head thrown back, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. But Mingyu wasn’t laughing anymore, too lost in his contemplation, because you were literally a work of art to him. Every single detail about you was perfect, the more he discovered, the more he wanted to be yours.

“- Your smile is so beautiful, gosh… I love you so much…”

The melody of your giggles died as soon as you registered the meaning of his words. Silence enveloped the both of you as you stared at him as if you were trying to enter his mind and find all the answers to your questions. And Mingyu was forcing himself to keep his mouth shut, and not embarrass himself further, already cursing himself in his head for being so careless.

“- Wha- What did you say ?”

Mingyu was too focused on his overthinking to notice the little grin spreading on your lips. Of course, you already knew that he had a crush on you. Of course, you had a crush on him too because who doesn’t ? And of course, it was very cute to watch him stumble over his words with red cheeks. 

“- I-I said that you have a beautiful smile…

- And after that ?

- Don’t want to tell you.”

You giggled as you leaned in to peck his warm cheeks, restraining yourself from going in for his pouty lips too.

“- Well, just know that I love you so much too Gyu.”

“see, you heard it perfectly ! but i’ll tell you a hundred times if you want me to.”

CHWE HANSOL - BRIGHT

he’s so random, like one minute he could joke along with you and the other he’s asking you the most existential question possible, fully serious about it. 

like we say vernon is just vernoning in the most vernon way possible. 

he's very chill about pretty much everything so it's really soothing to be around him.

he's your go-to person when you want to isolate yourself from the rest of the world because you could spend evenings just watching tv and not saying a word to each other

there's also times where both of you end up talking about your lives until the early hours of the morning. 

your relationship feels like it's all natural, there has never been an awkward state, only comfort. 

it's like hansol had known you for years because he felt so at ease every time you were with him. 

you made him feel like he was special and normal at the same time, and even if he doesn't show it often, he really appreciates it. 

you two liked to stay inside so it was rare for you to go out somewhere, but it was always unexpected and when it happened. 

hansol knew that you liked to be surprised, and often showed up on his days off to take you somewhere without telling you.

that's why you weren't shocked when he picked you up at 5 in the morning, on a random Sunday. 

“- Can I at least choose the music ?

- Go on.”

Hansol handed you his phone which was connected to the speakers of his car, letting you put on whatever song you wanted. He owed you this with how early he forced you to get out of bed on one of your days off. But he really wanted to take you to this spot he loved. He played it off as one of his random wishes, but he planned this in his mind for a long time, not all the details, but he knew he wanted to bring you there to tell you how he felt. 

He watched with a small smile on his lips as you opened the window, one of your favorite songs playing as you let the wind hit your face and make your hair fly all over your face. Hansol quickly focused on the road again, seeing that he was near your destination, he asked you to close your eyes.

“- Are we there ?

- Almost.”

The rest of the way was quiet, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. When you finally felt that Hansol had stopped the car, you heard him go out of the driver seat to get to your side and help you get out too, ordering you to keep your eyes closed. He pushed you to take some steps forward before he finally authorized you to see what was in front of you.

“- You took me to the ocean ?”

You didn’t even turn around to look at him, too entranced by the sight in front of you. And all Hansol could do was smile when he saw how parkly your eyes were. 

“- I guess that I wanted you to see the sunset.”

You were rather speechless as Hansol got a blanket out of his car, leading you to the beach for you two to watch the sunrise on the horizon. He contemplated you as you ran around, touching the water to see if it was cold or not before finally sitting down beside him, your head finding his place on his shoulder, and his arms around yours.

“- Thank you for bringing me there… It’s beautiful…

- I wanted to make it special.”

Before you could even ask him what he was talking about, Hansol leaned in, his eyes fixed on your lips, and yours on his. Basking in the warm light of the sunset, he kissed you for the first time but certainly not the last, a smile spreading on his face as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“i think i could get used to this.”

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[reidingandwriting]

Nice To Meet Ya! > w.w. & l.h.

Word Count: ~1,900

Pairings: Wade Wilson x Reader, Logan Howlett x Reader, it’s (the beginning of) a throuple over here

Warnings: Fem!reader (she pronouns used like. twice in the very end), to be expected amounts of cursing and vulgarity from Wade, lots of cursing in general tbh, maybe a little OOC Logan, still getting to learn how to write his character well (Deadpool and Wolverine gave me brain worms so I had to write this immediately after watching)

A/N: This may become a little bit of a series! I’m having so much fun writing them since I Finally watched Deadpool and Wolverine so there will be a lot of solo & duo content with these two. This part is a little Wade focused but the next part is more Logan focused 🫶🏻

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You never in a million years imagined this would be your life. You were raised by busy parents, and you quickly became self sufficient. Independent. When you hit your teenage years, your parents… god knows where they went, to be honest. All you knew is you had a house to yourself, you didn’t have friends anymore, and as lonely as it was, you found a bit of comfort in the solitude. You worked as a bartender at this bar not too far from your house, and you were a crowd favorite. You always brought in the biggest tips and many of the patrons were protective over you.

Your longest regular was the merc with a mouth- Deadpool. Wade, as he introduced himself once, a faint whisper. The fabric of his mask rubbing against your cheek as he whispered the name in your ear. Wade Wilson.

He was... Loud, to say the least. You didn’t think he had an off switch. He insisted he did- but you’d have to go under his suit to find it, he teased you. He never stopped talking and there was no such thing as small talk with him; if you were talking to him, he was downright vulgar, and the quite frankly gross sense of humor was entertaining. He also flirted like it was his job. Much like the rest of his vocabulary, his flirting was pure filth that would make even the most seasoned sailor blush. And god forbid any creep start talking to you.

“Hey, princess, sorry I’m late. Too busy blowing my load to the thought of you, then remembered, wait! I can come see your fine ass in person whenever I want. Wanna finish me off?” You could practically feel the smirk Wade was sending you. You gestured for him to lean in, waiting until he was leaned against the bar, chest hovering above the countertop as you leaned in.

“In your dreams, dick for brains.” Your lips brushed against where his were covered by his mask, and you smirked when you heard the sharp intake of breath. The gasp almost impossible to hear, but it made your heart flutter all the same.

“You, sweet thang? Always. Holy fucking shit, that was so hot.” You and Wade had quickly become friends, his personality meshing well with yours. After ‘baby knife’ had somehow found itself in the hand of some perv that had been borderline stalking you at work for weeks, you found a new part of his personality. His protectiveness. He was as chipper as ever, but with the manic energy of someone who could, and would, kill someone who mildly inconvenienced someone he cared for. Unhinged, barely holding onto his minimal self restraint to splatter the guy’s blood all over the wall. Wouldn’t want you to have a mess to clean up, he admitted once it was just the two of you.

He offered to walk you home once after he’d known you for a few weeks, and now it was habit. You loved the times you had with just him. He was the same old Wade, but more open about himself. More vulnerable. These walks were where you got to know Wade, and he got to know you. You had let him crash one night, not that long ago, when it was storming hard. He had already insisted on walking you home, storm be damned, and you repaid him with a home cooked meal, some trashy movie, and a night of conversation on your couch until you dozed off, your head lolling to the side and landing on his shoulder.

Hours later, you had woken up, now lying down and the comfortable weight of Wade’s hand in your hair from where your head rested on his thighs. By the time the sun rose, you were alone in your living room, the only trace Wade had been there being a sloppy drawing of the Deadpool mask and a heart he scribbled on the whiteboard of your fridge. You smiled at the doodle and left it up, it still being up there today.

You stood at your spot behind the bar a few weeks later when someone new walked into the building, and you tilted your head. Newcomers weren’t entirely unheard of, but they were pretty rare, especially on a weekday. You took in the man as he stood near the doorway; brown hair, and oh fuck, good beard. The leather jacket he wore did little to hide how muscular he was and you watched as he scanned the room. Body tense, as if looking for potential threats. Potential ways out if danger occurred. Not like anyone would mess with him, aura alone enough to scare off anyone within a ten foot radius, let alone the hard look in his eyes.

Still, he walked over to the bar and took a seat. You offered a gentle smile, watching for another second before speaking. “You seem like a whiskey fan.”

His hazel gaze shifted up to meet your eyes, and you felt as if he was staring right into your god damned soul. It was intimidating, it was hot, and you couldn’t decide whether you should look away or lean in and-

“Yeah. Whiskey’s nice.” He nodded his head towards a bottle behind you. You nodded and went to pour a glass as he spoke again. “You always try to guess orders?”

“Only the interesting ones. Or the pretty ones.” You winked before turning, smiling when you heard the slightest huff of amusement. “Haven’t seen you here before. New in town?”

“Somethin’ like that.” You turned back around, setting the glass in front of him, propping up on your elbows as he drank. “Thanks.” He looked familiar but god, you couldn’t place where you had seen him before. You made light conversation, most of the talking done by you, but you found that you didn’t mind. He listened, intently. Everything he did seemed to be intense, like it was his default. You were grateful for the slow night, getting to see a glimpse of the man behind the bulletproof walls he had clearly built around himself.

“You thirsty slut! Of course I’d find you here.” You heard Wade’s voice before you saw him, and an annoyed scowl took over the unknown man’s face.

“Thirsty slut? Thought that was your autobiography title,” you said and Wade gasped in mock offense.

“You know I don’t read! Mocking the illiterate, how dare you?” Wade hopped onto the counter, hip almost knocking the glass of whiskey over.

“I don’t get how you’re late to a place you wanted to go to.” The brunette man said, voice low and rough, and Wade waved a hand dismissively.

“So uptight, can you believe it? Need to pull the stick out of your ass, maybe put it in-“

“La la la la la, not listening,” you sang, covering your ears, and Wade turned to you.

“You traitor! I leave you alone for five minutes and Wolvie has his claws in you.” Wolvie… Holy fuck, you were trying to flirt with the Wolverine. “And, Peanut, you know I’d never be late on purpose. Except I really needed to piss, then I got distracted by this really cute dog outside and I ended up totally abandoning my favorite dog.” Wade reached out to pat him, and you watched as a sliver of claws extended from his hands. A warning that didn’t seem to deter Wade much, but he did put his hand down. “Well, might as well introduce you.” Wade told you his name was Logan, and Wade told Logan your name in return.

You and Wade continued to talk, Logan yet again preferring to listen rather than join the conversation. Wade told the story of how he met Logan, how together the two of them essentially saved the world, and how the two of them were now roommates. Begrudgingly, according to Logan, but Wade seemed thrilled about his ‘roomie’.

It was hours later when the three of you left the bar. Wade insisted on walking you home, taking your hand in his and skipping down the street with you. Logan was a few paces behind you, his presence a comforting sense behind you. Where Wade was loud, in your face, Logan seemed to be the quiet lurker type. He’d hide in the shadows, making himself known when he felt threatened. You walked up to your front door, unlocking the door and Wade helped himself inside. You rolled your eyes and turned to Logan, who lingered on your doorstep.

“If you want to come in, you’re more than welcome. At least one of you has manners,” you called towards where Wade stood in your kitchen and cackled. Logan nodded, muttering a ‘Thank you’ as he walked inside, his shoulder brushing against yours gently. You shut the door behind you and Wade opened your fridge.

“Aww, pookie, you kept my drawing!” There was a hint of an unfamiliar emotion in his voice… something, something new. You couldn’t place it, yet you smiled anyways.

“Of course I did, Wade.” Now that you were in the safety of your house, Wade’s mask had been discarded on your kitchen counter and you could see the smile on his face. “Get out of my fridge, you leech.“

“I’m starving,” Wade whined and you turned to look at Logan. He stood a little awkwardly, and you gestured to the couch, taking a seat and smiling when he followed suit. He sat on the cushion furthest from you, but you didn’t question it.

Logan couldn’t help but study you. There was an obvious familiarity between you and Wade, you matching his wit and comebacks, but you were different when you spoke to him. You were quieter, more reigned in. Strangely not out of fear, but as if you were trying to make him comfortable. You switched between Wade and Logan like it was second nature, and the more he talked to you and the more he watched you and Wade, he felt himself begin to relax just a little.

He didn’t realize how much time had passed until Wade, ever the charmer, let out a dramatic yawn, throwing his hands up in the air as he stretched. “Well, cupcake. I think it’s about time we head home. Old man is already up way past his bedtime.” Wade yelped as he jumped back, barely missing the claws that protruded from Logan’s hand, and he stuck his tongue out at him. “Grumpy grandpa.”

You stood and Logan followed suit. Wade kissed your cheek before saying goodbye and stepping outside, leaving you and Logan alone.

“I hope I’ll see you again, Logan.” Your voice was gentle, your smile even more so, and Logan nodded.

“I’ll be around. Don’t think I have much of a choice with that one.” There was a sliver of fondness mixed with the exasperation in his voice, and Logan started to walk outside. “Goodnight, bub.” Logan closed the door behind him, lingering until he heard your locks click shut. He caught up with Wade a moment later and Wade gave him the biggest shit eating grin ever.

“Is someone melting the big bad wolf’s heart?” The metallic clang followed by Wade’s pained grunt made Logan laugh, and Wade shoved his shoulder.

“Wait until she sees what an asshole you are. Then she’ll realize I’m the better half of this friendship.” The two men continued to bicker the entire way home, both of them thinking about when they’d get to see you next.

[melobin]

innocent 𐙚 anton lee

warnings. best friend!anton x female!reader, virgin!reader x experienced!anton, virginity loss, nipple sucking, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pulling out method, quite light-hearted, eludes to a corruption kink.

wc. 4k

summary. anton comes home for the summer and the two of you find yourselves having a deep conversation.

part of my late 2k prompt event

2. “let me take care of you”

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“how’s idol life?”

“tiring” anton shrugged as he responded to your question, hands resting on his stomach as he laid on your bed “i love what i do but sometimes i miss being back here” he turned his head to the side to look at where you sat on the bed next to him, back against the head board with with yours in his hair.

“at least you’re back for a few weeks” anton smiled softly at your reply, fingers pushing through the soft strands of his hair. his eyes were tired and he felt them begin to shut, yet he didn’t feel like sleeping yet. he found himself sitting up next to you instead.

“how have things been here? anything new? any boyfriends i need to beat up?” you laughed as your hands dropped to your lap.

“no one”

“and why not?” you shrugged at his question, paying no mind to how nosy your best friend was.

“i mean, the girls have been encouraging me to find someone over the summer but i don’t know how likely that’ll be”

“they want you to get into a relationship?”

“they want me to lose my virginity, tonnie”

“ah” the topic of your virginity wasn’t a sore one, the two of you just never discussed it “do you want to?” you shrugged again.

“yeah” you sighed for a moment, looking over at anton “but it’s okay it’ll happen one day”

“why do you want to lose it?”

“i just wanna know what it feels like, the girls are always talking about how good it is and how it feels so much better than when they do it themselves and i’m just curious i guess. there’s only so much a girl can do before she needs more” anton watched you carefully as you spoke, head tilting to the side as he thought.

“i get it, i was the same”

“how do you feel now you’re not a virgin?”

“the same, just hornier”

“oh that’s not good” his fingers found themselves tracing mindless patterns against the skin of your thigh “i don’t need more horniness”

“it gets that bad for you?” anton wasn’t sure why he was asking such questions, neither of you had ever delved into such a realm together before.

“yeah, sometimes i’m at it every night trying to get some sort of relief, most are filling with mediocre orgasms that barely make me feel anything”

“i didn’t realise you struggled so much” you laughed at his choice of words.

“i’ll be fine once i get some help”

“do you want some now?” anton was, well anton. he wasn’t bold, he was quiet, kept to himself, anton had absolutely never forwardly asked a girl if she wanted to sleep with him. until now, at least. he panicked for a moment, not knowing how you’d react to his sudden question.

“you want to take my virginity?”

“do you want me to?” silence filled the air as you looked at each other, his fingers paused their patterns as his hand flattered out on your thigh. it was in the moment that you realised just how close together you were, his hand on your skin sent heat to your core.

“yes”

“are you sure?”

“one hundred percent” anton nodded and squeezed your thigh. he moved himself, kneeling back so he could position you to lay on the bed, his fingers trailed along your thighs whilst he looked down at you.

“then let me take care of you, i’ll give you what you need, okay?” you nodded, eyes seemingly gazed over at the tension that had formed around the two of you.

anton could never have admitted his attraction to you out loud, part of him thought maybe he was being selfish by taking your innocence but the other part of him knew you wanted it too. anton could recall the first time he had a wet dream about you, how you bounced so prettily on his cock and cried out his name. he remembers how quickly he darted to the shower when he woke up and how even though he tried not to, he ended up with his hand flat against the tiled wall with his other tugging at his cock quickly, images of you flooding his mind as he came.

it was the start of a vicious cycle for anton, he felt like he’d just hit puberty by the way he was growing hard everytime he was around you, dreaming nightly about having your precious cunt wrapped around his cock whilst he drilled into you. sure, anton had girlfriends and one night stands and they usually took his mind off of things but once he saw you again he folded.

he wasn’t sure if having sex with you would make the dreams better or worse, but he guessed there was only one way to find out. one thing he knew though, was that you were even prettily in real life than in his dreams. your lips parted as you looked at his face, eyes focused on him as you let out a deep breath. beauty was subjective but anton believed anyone would’ve been blind to not see beauty in you.

focusing on the moment at hand, anton laughed lightly,l as he leaned over you, feeling one of your legs hook around his waist and your foot rub against the back of his thigh.

“what are you thinking about, tonnie?”

“how we ended up here” you frowned slightly as you looked at him.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to”

“no no i do i promise i do, there’s nothing i want more than this. i know no one will give you the experince the way i can, love” you smiled lightly at him, hand reaching up to hold his cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin as your other hand pressed against his clothed chest.

“i trust you more than anything, i want this” anton sighed as he leaned closer to you, lips barely touching yours as he tested the waters. he pushed them a little further against yours, kissing you softly. the kiss only lasted for a short moment, a peck that confirmed to the both of you that this is what you wanted.

it only took a second of your lips to be parted for him to lean in again, lips pressing softly against yours as he brought you into a slow kiss, it made you feel dizzy as it grew deeper. your hand fingers their way to the strands of hair he had sitting at the back of his neck, breathing getting heavier as he continued to kiss you.

this was one of the things you craved most, the intense making out that left your cunt throbbing for attention. you weren’t sure on how to portray your need to anton without whining, the whine slipped out once he broke the kiss. his cheeks were flushed as he looked at you, his knee slipping in between your legs and pressing against your core, you gasped at the feeling.

“how are you feeling?” his voice was soft as he asked, barely speaking above a whisper.

“i need you” you believed the whimper that fell from you as you spoke was pathetic, but anton thought it was the hottest thing you’d ever done.

“need?”

“so bad tonnie, please” he could never deny anything you asked for, especially this. one final, gentle kiss to your lips was all it took before he knelt up once again. his fingers pushed under your shirt, looking at your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. “you can take it off, it’s okay” he nodded at your confirmation, fingers gently brushing against your skin as he pushed your shirt over your head and dropped it onto your bedroom floor.

he wasn’t expecting for you to be bare under your shirt, yet he was pleasantly surprised to find out you were. he couldn’t help but admire you, every skin was so soft as his fingers traced over it, nipples so hard as he thumb brushed against them. he took note of the way you squirmed as he brought his hand to cup your breast, your nipple being rubbed between his thumb and index finger before he leaned down.

as his hand squeezed one of your breasts, his other hand held the underneath of the other, pushing it up so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. he let his tongue glide over the hardening bud as he sucked lightly, letting your fingers lace them through his hair and pull gently as you whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

he savoured the feeling of your nipple on his tongue, already adoring the way your body reacted to him sucking on it. he released it from his lips before moving to the other one, this time his tongue poked out of his lips, flicking over the nub a few times before leaving open mouthed kisses against it. he felt his cock twitch in his pants when you moaned and pulled a little harsher on his hair.

he pressed a final kiss to your nipple before kissing along the valley between your pressed, lips parted leaving wet spots in his path as he made his was down your body. his fingers hooked over the the waist line of your trousers, catching your panties with it. he looked up at you for a moment, lips still attached to your skin as you nodded to him.

he hummed against your skin as he slowly pulled them off of you, head lifting as he dropped them to the floor, fingers curling around your inner thighs to part your legs for him. he groaned at the sight of you bare in front of him, opting to pull his own shirt over his head so you didn’t feel alone.

“you’re so pretty” he admired you from head to toe, your body made his heart flutter and the sight of your cunt glistening under the light left his cock fluttering too. he noticed the way your eyes lingered on his body, tracing every detail of his abs as he knelt before you. your fingers reached out to touch them, nails lightly raking against his skin before you looked at his face.

“so are you”

anton’s fingers trailed up your inner thighs before they reached your pussy, his thumbs pressed against your lips as he held them apart and looked at you. his mouth watered at the sight of your slick cunt.

“let me eat you out baby” you whined at the way he was looking at you and how he spoke to you, his words went right to your core.

“please” he moved back until he was laid on the bed, he looked up at you as his thumb brushed over your clit.

“have you ever been eaten out before?” you shook your head and whimpered, the situation growing intense and overwhelming you. there wasn’t a word you could think of to describe the way you felt toward anton in that moment, just primal need for him to touch you. anton found himself loving your answer, his mouth watering as he thought about tasting your untouched, innocent cunt.

he leaned forward, parting his lips and breathing over your slick folds before he placed a wide, open mouthed kiss over your pussy. he let his lips drag along your flesh before he done it again, being gentle as he kissed you. his hands hooked under your thighs so he could pull you closer to his face, tongue peaking out of his lips so he could press it against your slit, dragging it along your core before circling your clit with it.

he groaned as the taste of you filled his mouth, lips closing around your clit as he heard you whimper and felt your fingers grip at his hair. you were so sensitive, so sweet and whiny at every little touch. even with the small amount of stimulation anton had began to give you your hips were squirming under him, your shut as you took in the feeling of his tongue.

he was slow, not wanting to overwhelm you by going too fast. his tongue circled your clit, lips kissing over the top of it repeatedly, lips only wrapping around it and sucking on it when he thought you were ready. anton felt an intense spark run through his cock when you moaned a little louder at the feeling, the sound of you becoming breathless and moaning because of him made his cock leak.

he sucked a little harder on your clit, tongue flicking over it a little faster as he was determined to make you cum. somewhere during his actions, his middle finger found your sopping hole, the tip of it carefully circling it before he pushed it inside of you. you gasped as you felt it, his finger was longer than yours, thicker too. along side his tongue flicking over your clit, you felt as if your body was beginning to fall apart.

for a moment he released your clit, head lifting up to look at you as his finger curled inside of you. “how does it feel, baby?” you whimpered when you parted your lips, gimping as you felt another finger being pushed into you.

you were a stranger to fingering, yet it felt different having someone other than yourself do it to you, especially anton. “it’s good” your voice was weak, it was all anton needed to hear, the shaky, whiny undertone of your words had his heart melting. he smiled at you before ducking his head back down, two fingers curling inside of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit once more.

you couldn’t explain how you felt, there was an intense feeling running through your clit as anton sucked on it. you struggled to keep yourself quiet, couldn’t keep your eyes open nor could you stop your legs from shaking. the mix of his tongue with his fingers left you a wreck, unable to find a way to tell him that you were about to cum.

“cum when you’re ready baby” you whimpered hearing him talk against your cunt, his fingers speeding up their movements inside of you as he drove you to your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to feel you spilling onto his tongue and giving you your first ever orgasm from someone else.

the feeling of your orgasm hitting you was like nothing you’d felt before, you weren’t sure how to react as it ran through you. moans left you instinctively, anyone name slipping out without you realising as you came on his fingers and tongue. letting him drag out every last drop of your orgasm until you could give him anything more.

anton’s lips were slick when he lifted his head from your cunt, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your hole before looking down at you. he admired the way you were breathing heavily, how your eyes looked tired and how you struggled to keep them open as you attempted to regain your breathing. there was a subtle smile on your lips as your eyes opened, anton returned your smile as his hands soothingly rubbed your thighs.

“do you want to continue?” his question was simple but he needed to know, not wanting to give you too much all at once.

“please”

“i don’t have any condoms”

“i don’t either” you started, looking down at the bulge that had formed in his pants before looking back at his face “but i trust you, plus you can pull out right? i can get the morning after pill tomorrow just to be precautious” anton looked at you, fingers creeping up your skin before lacing with yours.

“it’s completely your choice baby” he lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing then softly against the back of it “i’m okay with whatever you want to do”

“then please tonnie, i need you” he nodded before kissing the back of your hand again, letting go of it as he stood up to remove his sweats and briefs. you never knew what to expect when seeing antons cock, the size being unknown to you until he revealed it. the thickness of his cock intimidated you slightly, it looked heavy as it weighed itself down, the tip red and slick, leaking slightly.

you watched as anton knelt up between your legs, his hand wrapping around his cock as he laid it against your stomach. your eyes stayed glued to it, fingers itching to wrap around it so you could feel it in your hand.

“go on, it’s okay” it overwhelmed you how easily anton could read what you were thinking. you let your hand fall to your stomach before you reached down to wrap it around his cock, it did feel heavy in your hand. anton groaned as he felt your soft skin glide against him, your hand feeling gentler than his ever had as it ran along his cock.

“is it going to fit?” your question was genuine and innocent, slight concern lacing your tone as you looked up at his face. anton almost hated the way his cock throbbed at the sound of it.

“it will” he nodded before continuing “but you don’t have to take all of me angel. i’ll be gentle with you and you can decide how much you want to take. if it’s too much we can stop okay? all you have to do is tell me”

“i love you tonnie” anton has heard you say that multiple times in the past but it felt different in this moment, your voice appeared more vulnerable as looked down at you. his hand reached for your face, thumb brushing over your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you softly.

“i love you too baby” his face stayed near yours, hand moving to lace his fingers through yours and press them down against the mattress near your head, letting you dig your nails into the back of his hand as he replaced your hand that was wrapped around his cock with his own.

“are you ready, love?” you gulped at his question, eyes watching his. he looked at you with a gentle gaze, never taking his eyes off of yours.

“i’m ready tonnie” he watched you for a moment, tip of his cock pressing against your soaked clit. your lips parted at the feeling, breathing growing a little deeper as he dragged it down your slit.

he was focused on you when he pressed the head of his cock against your inviting hole, he felt you clench before he properly pushed it in. his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand, lips pressing against your temple.

“you can relax baby, it’s okay” you took a deep breath as you tried to let your body relax, allowing yourself to sink into the sheets under you. anton paid mind to the way you gasped when the head of his cock shifted inside of you, pressing slightly deeper as his girth stretched you out.

you opened your mouth, wanting to tell him how big he felt but all you could do was whimper. it didn’t hurt the way you’d first believed it would, but the stretch was overwhelming. it wasn’t painful but there was an ache in your cunt that you couldn’t shift, the only way the ache hurt was because you were aching for something more, but you weren’t sure what that something more was.

“is it too much?” anton wasn’t all the way inside of you, the parts of himself he did give you were slowly being dragged in and out of you. letting you adjust to the way you were taking him. you shook your head at his question, gulping before trying to respond.

“i want more” you sounded broken when asking for more, anton groaned a little louder as he shifted more of himself inside of you, watching your face carefully as he slowly pushed the rest of his cock into your welcoming heat.

anton felt overwhelmed but he didn’t want to show it. you were wrapped tightly around his cock, your slick making it hot inside. he wanted to make you feel good, wanted you to feel safe and comfortable under him whilst you took his cock but you just felt so good, too good, it took a lot in him to not go dizzy because of it.

he kept himself still once his cock was seated completely inside of you, looking at you as you clenched around him. your eyes opened gently as you looked back at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide, he looked like a mess. a pretty one, at least, but a mess. you wondered just how much he was suffering from this.

anton’s free hand laced through your free one, both of your hands now intertwined as he pulled his hips back before pushing them forward again. it was a smooth, slow motion. his cock filled you up incredibly well. the ache you felt in your core was beginning to fade, having every inch of him inside of you only increased the pleasure you felt inside of you, rather than an ache.

“it’s so good tonnie” your voice broke mid sentence, eyes not being able to stay open as he fucked you slowly, stretching out your cunt with each soft thrust forward. whine-like moans fell from your lips as you took him, anton found himself groaning during it too.

“you feel so fucking good baby” anton moaned as he spoke back to you, his forehead pressing against yours as he basked in the way you felt around him, finding himself quickly becoming obsessed with how perfectly your cunt molded around him.

within a few moments one of his hands let go of yours, soon enough you felt his thumb press against your clit, small circles being rubbed against the slick, swollen numb as he continued to fuck you slowly.

“wanna make you cum” he told you, head lifting from yours so he could look down at you, thumb speeding up as his thrusts stayed the same “want you to cum around my cock, baby” you nodded and whined a little louder at his words, already feeling your body heat up a little more as he continued pleasing you.

“i don’t think im gonna last long tonnie” you whined through your words, back arching up, chest pressing against his as his cock slipped a little deeper inside of you, head seemingly finding a spot inside of you that had moan after moan slipping from your lips.

“it’s okay baby you can let go whenever you’re ready” he treated you so well, cared for you as if you were going to break apart at any second, you were fragile under his touch. all he wanted to do was make you cum around his cock and bring you to heaven.

bringing you to your second orgasm brought anton joy, but also left him tilting toward the edge. he let you fall apart under him, feeling your legs shake and your fingers dig into his hand and back as he fucked you through it. only pulling out once he knew you were done. anton quickly found himself kneeling up over your body, hand jerking off his cock as he released himself over your skin.

looking down at you, anton couldn’t help but admire the way his cum covered the skin of your stomach and how tired your pretty face was. he kissed you again, lips barely touching yours as he let you relax under him. it took him a few moments to get the courage to stand up and leave you, almost rushing to find a towel to help you clean up, gently dragging it along your flesh to help you before letting it fall onto the floor. caving the moment he heard you whine for him to come back to you.

once he did, his fingers raked through your hair as you laid against his chest, arms wrapped around his body tightly as if he was going to disappear within seconds. he could feel your body growing heavy against his, breathing steadying out as you allowed your exhaustion to take over your body.

anton wasn’t sure how the following day would play out for the two of you and how this would affect your friendship, he could only pray that any change that was incoming would be good.

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[homestylehughes]

baby?

pairing (s): quinn hughes x fem!reader

warning(s): angst (sorta) fluff sweet Quinn, reader and Quinn are both scared but its sweet.

summary: yn unexpectedly finds out her and Quinn are having a baby.

wc: 1.1k

an: hi loves! I hope you all are doing well!!! I had this fic unfinished in a doc for a while so I decided to sit down and finish it today. I would just like to say that I need Quinn to be a father, like dad Quinn would literally save my life omg. I think I plan on working on either jack fic today or the Instagram au.. maybe both tbh. anywaysssss! much love as always <3

Yns hands shook as she watched the timer on her phone slowly wine down. Everything feels like a dream as she stares at The three tests that lay in front of her on the bathroom counter. This doesn't feel real, it can’t be real.

Her and Quinn had always been safe, she was on birth control, which she took regularly. Well at least she thought she did, until she had the sudden realization that her period was over a week and a half late, she knew something was up. 

So she's here now, staring at 3 tests that can ultimately change their lives forever. She didn't even know what she'd do if she was, what would Quinn even do? Would he leave her? Would he say that her baby trapped him? Oh gosh, what would his family think? What would her parents think? Her mind runs through every possible scenario, as time ticks down. 

The sound of the alarm snaps her out of a spirling, almost nightmaric daydream. Her hands shake as she reaches out to grab the test in front of her. There isn't any amount of deep breaths she can take, before turning over the test. Yn stares at the two lines like a deer in headlights. She can feel her whole life flash in front of her, this can't be happening to her, it has to be a dream she thinks to herself. Leaning against the counter, in attempts to try and calm her racing heart and shaky hands. 

Raising her head to look in the mirror, it hits her. She's pregnant, she's having a baby, Quinn's baby. Moving her hands to rest against her stomach, she begins to sob. She can't tell if she's crying tears of joy or tears of fear of what can happen next. 

Not sure what to do next, yn stands in the bathroom in temptes to calm herself down. taking deep shallow breaths, trying somehow, someway to control the tears running down her face. After her attempts to calm down, the first thing on her mind is what does she tell quinn? How would she even bring it up, how he would be mad and leave her? Her mind starts spirling again, sobs that she tried to choke down, are now coming up and this time she cant help but let herself cry.

As if the situation couldn't get any worse at this moment, she hears the front door open and shut. Yn’s eyes open in shock. moving to look at the time on her phone, seeing a text from Quinn saying he'd be on his way home 45 minutes ago. She wasn't ready to tell him, she didn't even know what was going on, how could she explain this to someone else? 

“Baby? Are you home?” Quinn yells out from downstairs?

“Ye-yes! Im here” she yells back, her voice breaking from crying 

Yn can hear his footsteps moving upstairs to their room, where yn is standing in the connected bathroom. Her hands began to shake as she tried to quickly find the boxes and positive tests. 

“You won't believe what happened at practice today” he begins, dropping his bag by the bedroom door before he starts making his way to the bathroom.

“So petey an i are running drills and tell me how this fucker trips me and i-” quinn suddenly stops talking. His wide eyes locked with yours as they stared at each other. His eyes slowly move to the test laying on the counter that you have your hand over. 

“Yn. what's going on” 

‘I-quinn” you whisper out, tears again prickling against your waterline

“Move your hand” he says softly 

You take a shaking breath before pulling your hand away from the positive test. Quinn quickly moved to grab the test, pulling it to his face to look at it. It's like you see the gears in his head turning as he stares at it. Time feels like it's moving in slow motion as you wait for any type of response from him. 

He sets the test back gently on the counter, before turning to lean his back against the counter, running his hands over and down his face. And for the first time in what feels like eternity you hear him finally let out a sigh. You are not sure if it's good or bad, but you're leaning more towards bad as she stares at his rigid body leaning against the counter. 

His no response almost seems like a response to you, you're not sure what to do. the struggle to keep your cries down is failing by the second. failing completely as you open your mouth to speak but if your voice is cut off before you even get the chance to utter a word when it's ripped away by a sob. The sound of your crying seems to snap Quinn out of whatever he was going through beside you, his head moving from his hands, his eyes moving to look at your face, but you can't let him, he can't see you like this. 

“Yn” he says soft yet sternly as he takes a few steps to reach you. 

“Hey look at me baby” he says, his hands moving to grab your cheeks, pulling your face to look at him. 

“Quinn, i'm so sorry” you start,

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I know we hadn't planned on having kids, until we were married and this is just your second season as captain. I don't want you to be mad at me. I don't want you to leave me.” your voice breaking at the end of your confession. 

“Yn, i would never ever leave you.” he says softly

“This baby..this all is a little sudden but i've wanted you to be the mother of my children for the last 6 years.” he begins. “I want this, of course im scared but i want this with you, there's nothing to be sorry for, i love you.” he finishes 

Tears stream down your face as you pull yourself into Quinn, your arms wrapping around his neck, his arms squeezing you tight in your middle. 

“I love you so much” you mumble into his neck

“I love you more,” he says, pulling back from the hug, “and I love you too, little baby,” moving his hands to rest on your stomach, with a smile on his face. 

[zara-renata]

How you learned to stop worrying and embrace Sylus Qin | ao3 | the Sylus series

Summary: Sylus reveals his latest little plot and makes you an offer that you ultimately can't refuse. More lying around talking in different beds with Sylus Qin.

Notes: Sylus x gn reader, Sylus x mc, second person POV We've moved past the enemies part of enemies to friends to lovers, now we're into slow-burn friends-to-lovers territory This story contains: as the summary says, lying around and talking in a bed, and then not on a bed, boundary crossing typical of Sylus, which means you ultimately consent but he still should have talked to you first, but in his defense he pulled this bullshit before your Q&A with him, an mc with self esteem issues, sexual tension, profanity, mentions of being physically and mentally unwell.

As you lie on your side with Sylus in his sprawling, unlikely greenhouse, feeling his heart beating steadily under your hand and his soft breath against your chest, you’re tempted to stay like this for as long as he'll allow. To just call in sick and rest here until he gets bored and kicks you out. In this pocket of space-time that is just yours, shared with the person who is quickly becoming your most favorite creature in the universe. But you’re responsible. And needed. You can’t leave your team in a lurch, especially if Xavier is still away on one of his secretive little forays to who-knows-where, doing who-knows-what.

You sigh and can’t help yourself as you lean in a little and breathe in the scent of Sylus’s soft hair. Warmth, and that faint undercurrent of oranges that you now know comes from his shower products. Bright and tart. Just like him.

“You can use my shampoo, if you like it so much,” he murmurs, shifting a little until his cheek is resting against your chest over your heart. His stubble is a cat’s tongue along your skin above the edge of your tank top.

“How generous,” you smile, hating the idea that you need to get up and somehow get home. You have no idea what time it is, or even what day it is at this point. You think Sunday, maybe?

“Why so surprised? You should know at least that much about me, by now,” he grumbles.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry. How could I forget, with your insistence on sharing so many things with me, even if such things were unasked for, or even dare I say, unwanted.”

“I like to anticipate your needs,” he says smugly. “And sometimes you don’t even know what you want until it's given it to you.”

“Yes, like blood in my foyer, feathers in my bed, and intense embarrassment during your business meetings.”

He lifts his head and looks up into your face. “What about an earring that you stopped wearing?” he asks, eyes shifting to the now empty piercing in the same ear in which you wore his ruby for a little while, before you thought he was dreaming about someone else.

You hate thinking about it, now. You had changed his name in your phone, and taken the ruby stud out of your ear and left it hidden in a bathroom drawer. It seems so silly, and petty now. A sad little attempt at controlling something in your life, when you couldn’t control your feelings, or his. As if by removing evidence of his gift, you could remove the sting of rejection. You don’t know how to answer him, because you don’t want to explain why you stopped wearing it. It doesn’t matter now. Now he’s your friend, and he has promised not to hurt you again in the ways that matter. So what, if he has romantic feelings for someone else? Him, here with you now—that’s enough for you, for now.

“And the pistol I engraved for you. You were strapped with it tonight, but you haven’t used it since I gave it to you.”

This, you don’t want to talk about either. The gun he gave you is beautiful. But you still can’t stand the sound of a gunshot so loud in your ears. It’s also probably illegal, and not something you can use during your official hunter duties if it’s unregistered or modified against regulations. You look away, letting your gaze wander to the plants spreading beyond the tiled clearing where you lie in the swinging garden bed, as if in some fairy tale or cheesy romance novel.

“How do you get all these plants to grow, since the N109 Zone doesn’t experience sunlight? The torches along the paths can’t be enough to sustain this much vegetation,” you ask, hoping he’ll let his current line of questioning die.

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can feel the weight of his stare on your face. “When I’m not here, there are grow lamps programmed to activate in an imitation of the day-night cycle of the natural habitat of the plants in this part of the greenhouse. I deactivate the system when I come in here, because the lights… are not pleasant for me.” He pauses and squeezes your hand. “There are smaller partitions within the main greenhouse to accommodate the plants that can’t handle the level of light, heat and humidity out here. Spend some time exploring, if you’re curious about this area of the base.”

You wonder if you’ll have the time anytime soon, to come back and take him up on his offer. Now that you know—to a certain extent—what was going on in his head during the first few days you spent in his base, and now that he has promised that he won’t ever pull that bullshit again, you are willing to try to see if you can be in his house without being on the verge of a heart attack. It’s only fair, if you’re going to be friends, that you visit him instead of him always having to come into Linkon City, with its bright sunshine and his wanted posters plastered in every administrative building. Even if they don’t feature his stupidly handsome face. Maybe spending time here, in this place that is so different from the rest of the sprawling house, would be a good start. But you have no idea when you’ll be able to make it back here again.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer, someday.” You fall quiet, and the only sounds are the water rippling from the soft flow of the fountain and the call of birds high up in the foliage.

Just as you think you’ve successfully derailed Sylus’s line of questioning, he picks it up again. “If you don’t want to answer my questions, you can just say so.” He sits up on his elbow so that he can lean over you and your hand falls away from his heart, but it’s still shackled to his wrist by the evol linkage. His hand falls with yours. “But if you’d like to tell me, and just don’t know how to say the words, we can play a game.”

You tense. “What kind of game?”

“The kind where I ask you specific questions, and if I ask them in a way that makes you feel like you can answer, then I win.”

“And what do you win?” You’re intrigued, despite yourself. You notice the tie keeping his dark, silk pants tied around his waist has loosened a little. Without thinking, you reach out and gently pull one of the ends between your fingers, just to have something to do with your hand. Your knuckles brush against his firm abdomen, and the soft silver hair there. His muscles underneath your touch shudder and contract as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“As enjoyable as that might be, that’s not what I want to win from this game,” he says softly, covering your hand in his and guiding it away from the waistband of his pants.

Realizing what it just looked like you were implying, you try to jerk your hand out of his like it’s on fire, but he holds it tightly. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking, that’s not what I—”

“I’m not interested in hearing apologies from you.” His eyes search yours. “Ever.”

All you can do is stare at him, because once again, you feel like he’s trying to tell you something in code and you just don’t have the key to decipher it. “But what if I do something that hurts you?”

“You will never be able to hurt me in a way that warrants an apology.” You open your mouth to protest, but he continues. “If you’re that worried about it, let’s make a deal. If I ever want to hear you say sorry, I’ll ask you for it.”

You feel like he just steamrolled you and normally you'd keep bickering with him, but you honestly do not have the capacity to spar with him on this point tonight. So you just nod.

He deigns to accept your agreement with a little haughty sniff, as if he can’t believe he had to review with you how invincible he is to anything you could do to him. “And to answer your original question, I win your honest answer,” he says, running his thumb along the back of your hand—you’re starting to wonder if such contact is to soothe you, or himself. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, still embarrassed despite his reassurance and trying to remember what the hell you were even talking about before you groped his clothing. “And if you don’t manage to ask the right questions?”

“Then you don’t have to answer, and can keep your secrets until you’re ready to play again.”

“This is not a very interesting game for you,” you groan, rolling away from him, but he keeps hold of your hand, so your arm is now pulled awkwardly behind you as you face away from him. He can keep the damn thing.

“That’s rather bold of you, kitten. Even you don’t get to decide what’s interesting to me.”

You look over your shoulder at him and scowl.

“Oh, I’ll keep going to keep that look on your face,” he taunts. “What, are you mad that only I get to decide what I find interesting?”

You roll back over so he can’t collect his reward from your face, and he just laughs softly behind you.

Do you want to talk about the earring? No. You’re going to help him win over his crush, and then you’ll keep the little ruby in the same way you’ll keep these memories of him: cherished, safe, and hidden in a drawer for when you want to remind yourself that you were able to live this dream, for a little while.

But you don’t want him to think you don’t appreciate the earring, or the gun. “Fine. I’ll play this guessing game with you. But not right now, please. I’m so tired, and I need to get going.”

“How about you stay with me instead.” It’s phrased like a question, but his tone sounds like a command.

“What? I can’t. I told you, I have to work. Do you think I could borrow one of your vehicles to get back home tonight?” You look longingly at the plants through the gauzy drapes, not looking forward to a cold, dark drive home.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” 

“Like what day it is? Yeah, I think that’s just one of many things I’m forgetting.”

In response, he just leisurely lifts your linked wrists. 

You roll over yet again, facing him, and groan.

“Make that noise again,” he teases, lightly cuffing your wrist with his thumb and forefinger.

You ignore him. “Fuck, we really need to figure out how to sever the link at will, instead of just… waiting to fall asleep. Which seems to be the only thing that releases the damn thing.”

“Do we?” He pulls your hand up so he can rest his full lips against your knuckles.

You absolutely refuse to let him distract you this time. This is your job. This is your life. “Don’t you find it inconvenient every single time this happens? Surely there are better things you want to do.” 

“Are there?” he murmurs into your skin.

“Take this seriously, please!”

“Am I not?”

You have the urge to kick him off the bed, but with the linkage, you’d just go over the edge with him. Normally you might be that petty and willing to take the hit, but tonight you’re exhausted. What you need to do is focus on a solution. First, gathering intel. “What time is it? What day is it, even?”

Sylus sighs and lowers your linked hands to his pants pocket and slips his own hand inside, leaving your palm with nowhere to go but on his hip. You refuse to think about the solid warmth underneath the cool fabric, and how easy it would be to keep sliding your hand further down, and everything you would be able to feel along the way.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and you’re released from the torture. “It’s five in the morning. And it’s Sunday.”

You let out a breath of relief. It’s not in the middle of Sunday night like you feared. You must not have slept that long, before you woke up in Sylus’s bed. “Great, then all we have to do is take a nap, or I guess you just have to go to sleep as usual, and I’ll nap again. Then when the link is gone, can I borrow a vehicle to get back to Amnesia? I need to get my bike back.”

“What’s the rush?” Sylus asks, apparently uninterested in your efficient plan to get your life back on track before you head back to work. He scoots closer to you again, resting his head on the pile of pillows, linked wrist pulled up between the two of you near his face.

“There’s stuff I have to prep for, before a long work week. Laundry. Groceries. Watering the plants.”

“How are you going to work with your feet injured?”

You flex your toes, and yeah, your feet sting from the cuts, but you’ve worked through much worse injuries. The key is just to keep the bandages clean and regularly changed. “I’ve had worse. It’ll be fine.”

Sylus sighs again. “You really shouldn’t be working if you’re injured at all, kitten.”

“It’s really fine.”

“It’s really not.”

You’re starting to get annoyed. “Okay, I appreciate that you’re trying to express your concern for me, but it’s not up to you whether or not I’m fit for work. It’s up to my boss. And she’s fine with me working like this too.” You try to soften your voice, because despite your irritation, you can recognize that he’s trying to look out for you. And unlike this guy, you’re nice. “So thank you, really. But it’s my fault I’m hurt in the first place, and I’ll deal with it.”

“Mmm, must suck being wrong not just once, but three times in the span of ten minutes,” he rewards your attempted kindness with a taunt. 

You again resist the urge to kick him off the bed, because you’re trying to be fucking nice here. You narrow your eyes instead. “Oh, I didn’t know I was in the presence of ye mighty, all-knowing master of truth,” you snark.

“Oh?” he perks up. “I like the sound of that. Does this ‘Master’ title also come with your obedience?” He sounds way too pleased at the thought.

Okay, that’s enough being nice. You draw up your knee and plant one leg on the bed while grabbing his forearm with your linked hand. You roll, jerking him with you fast enough that his momentum causes his body to roll on top of yours—for a moment, you experience what it’s like to have the full weight of his big body pressing you into the mattress, and it’s so overwhelming good that you almost pause to savor it, but you’re a fucking professional. You keep the momentum going by thrusting with your hips into a bridge and send him sailing over the edge of the bed. As he goes, you roll with him but plant one knee into the mattress to halt yourself before going over the edge. He ends up dumped over the side of the bed on his ass with a grunt, but you’re starfished on your stomach on the bed with just your linked arm hanging over the edge of the mattress. For a moment you’re worried about how hard the tiles are, and that you might have just hurt him, but then you picture his thick ass and reassure yourself that all that cake must have cushioned the fall. He’ll live. Right? Okay, now you want to pull him up and pat his butt… to soothe any pain, not because you just want to able to touch his—

Suddenly you’re yanked by your wrist from your position on the bed with a yelp, and despite scrabbling with your free hand to prevent your descent, you’re suddenly ungraciously sprawled across Sylus’s big chest, your legs straddling his lap as he sits supporting himself with his unlinked hand behind him.

You plant your hands on his chest and push yourself up, trying desperately not to squeeze his huge pecs like your hands are aching to do.

He looks at you smugly, but there is a pink flush creeping up his neck and cheeks. It must be because of how warm it is in here. “I’ll take that as a no,” he smiles, clearly pleased with himself for having dragged you down with him.

“That’s a no,” you scowl, pretending that you are completely unfazed by this position, by his big warm… lap underneath you, his soft skin and chest hair under your hands, his face so close to yours. This is an everyday experience for you. Straddling a big, half-naked, handsome warlord with your robe open, falling off your shoulders, pooling around the both of you.

You need to focus. You’re so focused right now. On getting home, not his big half-hard dick between your thighs. FUCK.

“I need to go home.” You breathe very slowly. Because you’re calm. You’re a block of ice. You will not melt into him. You will not think about why he is apparently afflicted with a partial boner. He seems untroubled by it, so you refuse to acknowledge it, even to yourself.

“You need to stay with me,” he counters, despite the scowl you’re still giving him. “Are you not even going to ask me what else you’re wrong about tonight?” he asks, tilting his head. His silky hair falls across his forehead.

You close your eyes. You’re focused. You’re learning that if you don’t answer Sylus’s questions the first time, he will simply keep asking until you do. You’re an ice sculpture. Ice sculptures are immovable, poised and out of reach. They don’t squirm in their friend’s lap, just to see if there will be a a bigger reaction—

“What else am I wrong about, Sylus?” you ask, eyes still closed against the dream spread out underneath you.

“Look at me,” the dream says. For some reason, you don’t hesitate and obey his command. His pupils are large in the low light of the torch-lit greenhouse, so his eyes are like the color of the most heady wine. “It’s my fault that you’re hurt, not yours. And technically, it’s up to Dr. Iceman to decide whether you’re fit to work or not, not your captain.”

Now, you do actually freeze, everything else forgotten. “Dr… Iceman?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that only you can assign silly nicknames to people,” Sylus lifts his hand and taps you on the forehead, bringing your wrist up with his.

“What do you mean, it’s up to Zayne to decide whether I’m fit for work?” You suddenly have a very, very bad feeling.

He narrows his wine-dark eyes. “Zayne, is it? Not Dr. Li?” 

You just stare at him. It’s his turn to answer questions, now. 

“I noticed that you also have him listed as ‘Zayne’ in your phone,” he says as if he’s bored while admitting that he’s been nosing around in your phone again. “And what I mean is just what I said. It’s not your captain, but your primary care physician who signs your fitness for duty certificates. If ‘Zayne’ refuses to certify you as fit, you don’t have to go to work.” He emphasizes Zayne’s name, as if to underline what he thinks of you calling your childhood friend and doctor by his first name instead of his title. And what he thinks doesn’t sound entirely approving. Well tough shit, if you don’t get to determine what he finds interesting, he doesn’t get to judge what you call your friends. Even if Zayne doesn’t seem to think of you as friends anymore, you will always care for him and the little boy you knew all those years ago.

“Zayne hasn’t refused to sign any of my health certificates since he became my doctor, so I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation.” Thinking about Zayne, and how he treats you with such long-suffering coldness now, you suddenly don’t want to be on Sylus’s lap anymore. You sit back, letting your hand fall away from his chest. He breathes in sharply, and grabs your wrist to force you to sit still.

“Although he has failed in this regard up until now,” he says, voice dripping in disdain. “That’s no longer true, as of last night.”

You don’t need Sylus to hold you in place to keep you still now. Ice water courses through your veins.

“What the fuck does that mean, Sylus? This isn’t funny.”

He narrows his eyes at your cold tone. “Does it look like I’m laughing?”

“No, which is why you’re going to explain, right now, what the fuck you've done.”

“Your doctor has agreed that you should go on indefinite medical leave. Your captain has been informed, and agreed. As of tomorrow, you’re on sick leave until you're actually fit for duty again.”

You just stare at him. Mind empty, breath stopped, shoulders tensed to your ears.

“And it looks like you could really use it right about now.” Sylus gifts you with one of his subtle smiles and lets his hands drift up your shoulders, your shackled wrist going with his. He gently urges you to relax them by pressing down. “Stay with me, instead of going home tonight.”

“You don’t get to make this type of decision for me. How did you even pull this off? This is my job. This is my life. I have to go to work tomorrow.” You can’t seem to resist his gentle, firm press against your shoulders, despite how rigid you currently feel. You're a piano wire garrotte strung too tight, caught in a block of ice.

“It’s not your life, sweetheart,” he cups your shoulders in his big palms, stroking his thumbs along your skin. “It’s your calling, but it’s not your entire life. And again, you don’t have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Explain how this happened, Sylus.” You’re basically pleading with him, hoping that you’re wrong about what you now are almost certain he has done.

“You’ve already texted your doctor asking for medical leave.”

You flinch. “What?”

“And you should probably get your hearing checked while you’re on medical leave,” Sylus muses.

“Sylus!”

“Yes, the jewel in the crown of my heart?”

“What do you mean, I texted Zayne?” Your voice is strangely high in your ears.

“Exactly that. You texted him. While you were sleeping last night. You’re really a great multitasker, I’m impressed.” He widens his eyes as if to emphasize his admiration.

“You can’t do things like this, Sylus!” You put your uncuffed hand back on his chest and push, just a little, almost futilely. You don’t want to hurt him. You’re shocked that he crossed such a huge boundary before you woke up. He’s crossed so many boundaries before, but has never interfered with your work. Even so, you don’t want to cause him pain.

He lifts a hand from your shoulder and cradles your cheek in his big, warm palm. “I can do things like this. I already showed you when I was at your place that I can do things like this. And I did this because your calling is going to fucking kill you if you don’t take the time to recover, physically and emotionally, before you return to it. I did this, because you won't do it for yourself.”

“This wasn’t your call to make.” You’re an iceberg, adrift, thinking about an indefinite stretch of time before you, with nothing to do, just you alone with your thoughts. Because you know that you can’t undo whatever he has done. If Zayne has already agreed, and Jenna has been notified, what possible explanation can you give for showing up to work tomorrow that doesn't sound insane?

“It was a text, not a call,” the pedantic ass corrects you. “And sure, let's say it wasn't my call to make, for the sake of argument. But it is your doctor’s. And he fully supports you taking extended medical leave. It’s a good thing I asked him, because it’s clear from the way he almost didn’t believe that it was you asking that you’d never do this for yourself,” he says, shamelessly indignant that Zayne correctly didn’t initially believe that it was you making the request over text. 

“And he was right,” you bite out. “It wasn’t me asking.”  Despite your helpless anger at what he has done, you let yourself lean into his touch, lifting your hand to circle his wrist and just resting your cheek in his hand. “Why did you do this, when I wasn’t even injured yet? I was still asleep. My feet were fine. I was fine.”

“No matter how many times you repeat that, it isn’t going to suddenly be true.” He murmurs, seeming to sense your pliability. He pulls the arm you’re holding towards himself, as if he knows you’ll go with it, and his hand falls away from your cheek. Instead, he’s now encircling you, holding you against his chest with his free arm. “You haven’t been fine for a long time, sweetheart. It’s time for you to admit that.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” you whisper, resting your forehead against his shoulder, breathing in the warm scent of his skin. Something about the way he smells is so calming, despite how distraught you are at the weeks yawning ahead of you now, an abyss of time and memories you’ve barely been able to claw at the precipice of for all these long months.

“Have you not used the gun I gave you because the noise of a gunshot triggers flashbacks of the bombing?” he suddenly asks, holding you even tighter, caging you against him in case you try to pull away.

You stiffen, but instead of pulling away, you turn your head and bury your face in his neck. You can’t answer. He asked the perfect question—all you have to do is say yes. You want to say yes. You don’t want him to think you’re ungrateful for his beautiful gift, but the words won’t come. But you agreed to play this game. He asked the perfect question to allow you to easily answer.

You clench your teeth and nod, just a little.

“I win,” he gloats softly, smiling into your hair. “Thank you.”

You still can’t say anything, but you feel a strange sense of relief, like pulling off a bandage and seeing that the wound underneath has been healing nicely when you were afraid it might have been infected.

“You made a deal with me tonight. If you don’t want something from me, you promised to honestly tell me. I did this before we had that conversation, but you can still say no. I’m not going to keep you captive here, and force you to take time to focus on recovering from everything you’ve gone through this year.” He runs his fingers up and down your back, warm even through the cool silk of your robe. “But can you honestly tell me that you don’t want to stay here with me and just take a break? That you don’t want to take advantage of the medical leave to let your feet heal, and to spend some time away from the stress and risks of your everyday life? You can think of it as a well-deserved vacation.”

You lift your head, straightening a little to look into his earnest face. “You would want me to stay here?”

"Oh, my kitten's hearing is actually fine," he laughs softly. “I thought I made that clear, with the three times I asked you to stay with me.”

Once again, you’re struck by how little you understand this man, even after your long talk tonight. You know he doesn’t hate you now. That he has no intention to hurt you again. He seems to even like you, as a person, and not just as someone who will be useful as an ally someday, or as a guinea pig for trying out romantic gestures. Your mind drifts to your shampoo and conditioner in his shower, and that brief flash of hope that he may care for you as more than a tool. As a person. You remember in the shower, wondering if he may care for you as maybe more than just... you can't let your mind go there. But you can't help but think of him caressing your skin with his thumb, and wondering if he gained reassurance from it too. He told you to ask questions when you have them. So you do. “But why?”

His gaze drifts from your eyes, to your mouth. Then he looks away, seeming to leisurely take in the wild life all around you, eyes narrowed in thought. “I’m never bored when you’re around,” he says, the picture of casual.  He returns to looking at you, his lovely eyes searching yours.

Of course. You weren’t hoping for any other answer. That sudden weight in your stomach—it isn’t disappointment. You’re amusing, a sideshow: come one, come all, behold the strange deadly jester! You’re useful when maintained properly. That’s why he keeps showing up to spend time with you, and why he’d want you wandering around his base for weeks at a time. Your mind drifts back to Luke and Kieran showing you the psychology book about people who can have everything they want. How they enjoy a challenge. You’re just friends, after all. He’s just asking a friend in need to relax at his place, and in return he will get some amusement from it. Maybe he views you as a sniper rifle with broken components. A little side project, a fixer-upper. He probably has all sorts of people drifting around the place to satisfy his whims and need for entertainment. Not that you’ve ever seen anyone at the base besides Luke and Kieran, but you spent most of your time here previously in a locked room. What do you know? “You’re in that dire need of entertainment?”

“Not when you’re around,” he tugs gently on a lock of your hair. “So, will you accept my gift of a surprise holiday and stay with me?” 

You just stare at him, trying to sift through your feelings. Do you want to take a break, in a place far removed from your silent apartment, from your deadly job? Not that the N109 Zone isn’t deadly, but… Sylus will be close, and there will likely be other people in and out to give you some measure of relief from the thoughts in your head. Even though he’s inviting you to stay in a place you just tried desperately to escape, a place which still gives you anxiety when you think too hard about it. But this time will be different, right? He says he wants you here. As far as you can tell, he doesn’t want anything else from you besides dodgy dating advice, and for you to be around to entertain him once in a while when he isn’t preoccupied with business. The place is huge. He said he has a gym. And this greenhouse… you can spend all the time you want in here. Weren't you just thinking how nice it would be, if you could stay here until he tires of you, in your own little pocket universe of frozen time? There are worse ways to spend a convalescent leave. Your mind returns to the most appealing part—Sylus will be close.   

Apparently you’re taking too long to answer, because he tugs on your hair a little again. “Yes? No?—” you bring your hands up and cover his mouth before he can say “Maybe so,” because he apparently has limited lines at his disposal for being a little shit and you don’t want to hear this particular line from him again right now. He lifts an eyebrow, and suddenly you feel his warm tongue sliding wetly up your palm.

All at once you’re very aware, again, of how you’re sitting in his lap, with all of his bulk underneath you. That the soft warm skin and fur of his chest is under your forearms as you hold your hands to his plush lips. The feel of his tongue along your skin sends a jolt through you that takes you by such surprise that you rock against him with your hips, once, without even realizing that your body has simply moved on its own to get what it suddenly desperately wants. His tongue disappears from your palm but his breath hitches and he makes a low sound, deep in his throat.

You freeze and stare into his eyes. You don’t dare move, your palm still pressed against his full lips. You think you see a pink flush creeping up his cheeks beyond your hands, but again, it’s probably just because it’s so warm in the greenhouse.

This is just a dream, you tell yourself. His arm around you. This beautiful place, filled with thriving, living things. His hard warmth underneath you. He’s offering you a dream, for a little while. He’s inviting you into his world, as he invited you into sleep before, to help you rest, to refill your empty tank. Every weapon needs maintenance. Every tool has a breaking point if overused. You know, deep down, that he’s right about you not being fine. Maybe if you let him lull you into this dream for a little while, when you wake up you’ll be able to bear returning to the cold solitude of your useful life. You can hold the memory of this dream close to you, to warm you through the long years after he flies so far ahead of you that you’re unable to catch him. When whoever he loves begins flying by his side.

The thought of turning down his offer, and driving away from him right now, is suddenly excruciating. It won’t hurt anyone, taking a little bit of the comfort he so easily offers for yourself, right? His future lover won’t have to know about the tool he stored in his home, amidst all the other weapons in his arsenal, for just a little while. You’ll stay out of everyone’s way—no one will notice you here, and no one will notice when you’re gone.

You don’t think you deserve it, but you decide to be selfish. Just this once. The only person who will be hurt in the end is you. You’ll indulge in this little dream, just for a little while.

Suddenly you feel the slick of his tongue in your hand again. “Ith thith your anther?” Sylus asks from behind your palm. You careen back into the awareness of your body. You jerk your hands away and scramble off of him, landing on your ass on the pretty, colorful tiles.

As you go, you realize he isn’t coming with you. You look down at your wrist—the evol linkage has dissolved.

Sylus sits in the same position, leisurely sitting on the tiles next to the garden bed. He rubs his wrist with his other hand thoughtfully. “Is this your answer?” he repeats.

You take a deep breath. “Yes.” Just for a little while. You’ll take a little break. You’ll live the dream of going on dates with Sylus. Of being welcome in his house. Of not having to fight, every single day, just to survive. And since this is all just a dream anyway, you'll indulge in some of the things you'd never allow yourself while awake. You'll allow yourself the dream that each date is real. That each caress from his rough hands is meant for you, and only you. When he does finally get bored with you, you’ll go, and you’ll be grateful for the memories, each a little jewel that you'll tuck away in a safe place, to be taken out and admired when you're missing him and this bright, impossible dream the most.

"Why do you look so sad, if it's a yes?"

You try to steel your expression. "Sad? I'm not sad. Just—tired." That's not a complete lie. But Sylus shakes his head and gracefully gets to his feet. He offers you his hand. You just stare at it.

"New rule. You can lie to everyone else in your life, but not to me." He beckons you with his hand.

"Oh, I have to follow rules, but you don't?" You flick your gaze disdainfully from his hand to his face.

"My rules are always sensible. And I told you, give me a list of rules that make sense, and I'll follow them. I'm still waiting, for both the list, and for your hand." He motions with his hand again, this time impatiently. You just lean back, with all the time in the world now.

"Are you sad because you made the questionable fashion decision of leaving your ruby earring at home?"

The unexpected question startles a laugh out of you. "Yeah, Sylus. That's why I'm sad," you lie again. But your heart feels a little lighter at his obvious attempt to make you smile. You finally give in and take his offered hand, pulling yourself to your feet. The pain in your feet distracts you from any lingering pain in your chest. He must catch your wince, because you're swept into his arms again.

"Take mine," he says, turning his head to show you the stud that is still in his ear. You've been so distracted tonight that you didn't clock that he was still wearing it. "Until we retrieve yours from your home." He carries you back through the greenhouse, galoshes that he slipped back into before leaving the clearing crunching on the winding slate path.

You wonder why he's so insistent that you wear it, but also strangely touched that he is. "Okay. But I'm not taking that thing out of your ear while you're carrying me. And you really, really don't need to carry me until my feet are fully healed. This is one of those times I'm telling you no, I honestly don't need this from you. Okay?"

His only response is to hold you tighter and turn his head back towards you so he can run his nose briefly along your temple. "Fine," he says. "Starting tomorrow. For now, let's get some sleep. It's been a long night, and if you're going to be here with me, you need to align your sleep schedule with mine."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," he says. Efficient. Simple. With the utmost confidence. The essence of Sylus Qin.

"Okay," you sigh, relaxing into his arms. You'll take what he is offering, a gift to yourself, for just for a little while. You relish in the strength in his arms, the safety of his heartbeat against your body, the peace of having everything already decided without you having to do a thing. Just for a little while.

"Welcome to my world now, kitten," he says, his voice a purr of satisfaction, with a finality that sounds like a door slamming shut and the handle falling off, rolling leisurely, useless on the floor.

***

end notes: I promise that now that I've finished the exhaustive setup of addressing Sylus's main chapter in-game bullshit and the change of venue from Linkon City to the N109 Zone, more action will start happening! We have a tank! Sylus has a swimming pool and an armory! We will be getting a black card! We have a birthday party to attend! There are dates that must go sideways!

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Pretty Girl || part 1

part 2 || part 3 || part 4

|| Regina George x female reader

|| Warnings: Regina being mean (not to reader), jocks being jerks bullying reader, mentions of throwing up

|| Summary: you were new to NorthShore and Regina George notices you. At first, it's just small run ins. Until it becomes more...

Requests open!

~~~

Ugh, math. Regina's least favourite subject. If it wasn't mandatory she would have dropped this class ages ago. Her nails drum gently against her desk as she glares at the clock, hoping to intimidate it enough to speed through the hour faster. She hadn't even been paying attention to what Ms Norbury was saying. That was until someone came running into the classroom, completely out of breath. Regina snapped her head towards the girl, raising an eyebrow. She didn't recognize you. Why?

"I'm so so sorry! I took a couple wrong turns and got lost on my way to class-" You apologized profusely to Ms Norbury, who had turned her focus to you now.

"Oh! Don't worry about it! You're the new student?" Ms Norbury asked, watching you with a curious gaze. You nodded quickly, hands on your knees as you tried catching your breath. You'd spent the last ten minutes running through the whole damn school. Trying to find your way through the unfamiliar maze of halls. Maybe you should have actually tried more in gym class at your old school, maybe then you wouldn't be so out of breath right now.

"Y/N L/N..." You introduce yourself, taking one last big breath before straightening up your back. Offering Ms Norbury a smile.

"Well, Y/N go find yourself a seat." She nodded her head towards the rows of desks and students, that's the moment you noticed everyone's eyes on you. It sent a chill through your spine, what did they all think of you? Probably thought you were a fool for getting lost. That's when you made eye contact with one girl in particular. You felt your heart leap into your throat at the sight of the gorgeous blonde. Intimidated by the gaze she had on you, you turned your head away and walked between a row of desks. Going towards one that was empty. A guy kicked his feet up on the chair and smirked at you, as if daring to sit there. Sighing, you opted to move further to the back. Taking a spare chair and sitting down without a desk in front of you. At least it was better than the floor (cough, Cady).

The pretty girl, that you would later come to know as Regina George, was seated in front of you. The rest of that class you spent watching the blonde, if anyone had tried talking to you you didn't notice. Hell, you didn't even care. Your full attention was on Regina George. Little did you know, you had captured her attention was well. Though she never made the move to look behind her at you.

~~~

Your day dreams were interrupted by the bell. Standing, you grabbed your things and glanced up to look at Regina again. The blonde's head had turned away the moment you looked at her... had she been staring at you? Shaking your head, you painted that as just another day dream; making your way out of the classroom and onto the next.

The rest of the morning was pretty boring. Though, overhearing some whispers you came to learn the pretty girl you had seen as Regina George. The most popular (and meanest) girl in school. You didn't see Regina again that morning. Part of you was glad for it. If she really was as mean as people were saying- you didn't want to think about what she would do to you if she ever learned of your crush on her.

~~~

The next few days were some of the most confusing days of Regina George's life. She'd find herself staring at you whenever you passed through the halls. She doesn't stare people. People stare at her. She's caught herself going out of her way to try and see you more. Leaving classes at specific times, hoping to run into you in the halls. Looking for you during lunch hour. Hanging out with Gretchen and Karen by where she found out your locker was, hoping to see you going to it between classes. Though she quickly learned you didn't use your locker all that often. Which did disappoint the blonde more than she would ever verbally admit.

It was getting so bad that Gretchen noticed it one day. She raised an eyebrow at Regina when she caught her staring off in the distance at something. Little did she know it was a someone. The four sat at their usual spot, Gretchen had been trying to get Regina's help with some new TikTok trend. When the blonde wasn't responding she looked up from her phone and at Regina. Confused when she seemed to be spacing out.

"Regina?" Gretchen spoke up, Regina simply ignored her. Her features quickly narrowing with frustration and anger as she looked at you.

You. Who was currently being bullied by a group of random jocks she didn't care enough about to name. Jocks that had taken your lunch tray and tossed it in the trash with malicious grins on their faces as they laughed. Regina felt herself snap and before she knew it, she was standing next to you. People had run to get away from her, fearing that they might get caught in Regina's crossfire.

"Hey!" Regina shouted, the jocks froze in place," Take the lunch out of the trash."

The jocks shared a look of confusion. Why was Regina George defending a nobody? What was so special about you? "What?" One asked.

"Take. it. out." Regina emphasized each word, her tone dangerous. You just stood there helplessly and watched as the blonde defended you. Even if it wasn't you she was mad at, you couldn't help feeling intimidated; and turned on?

The jock who had thrown the food in the trash grimaced as he reached in and pulled it out, turning his head at the sight of the trashed food. Gross. Regina smirked.

"Eat it." Regina said. Her tone sounding even sharper, laced with authority. You understood now exactly why everyone was so intimidated by her. The jocks tensed, looking between each other like 'is she for real'? "No, sorry? Did I stutter? I said eat it." The way she said sorry made it sound more like she was offended than apologetic. As if, did they seriously have the nerve to question her command?

Very hesitantly, the jock took a bite... then proceeded to throw up in the trashcan. Regina folded her arms, watching this happen with a smug expression.

"Go on, don't waste it." Regina couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Oh. my. God? Regina George was easily the most intimidating and hottest person you've ever laid your eyes on. You stood there, jaw dropped to the floor as you swallowed. Just... Christ. Respectfully.

The jock's hands gripped the side of the trashcan until his knuckles were white; he silently shook his head, face paler than a ghost with green hints. Looking like he might just throw up again. The thrill Regina was getting from this was almost too much for her as a smirk tugged on her lips, eyes never leaving the jock. She took a picture to spread around social media later.

"No?" She questioned, taking a step forwards. His friend took a step back while the one Regina was focused on froze. A soft pink coloured his cheeks as embarrassment flooded through him, she was about to continue when you seemed to finally find your voice again.

Taking a step towards her. It was safe to speak up if you weren't the target? Right? "Regina, I think he gets it-"

She snapped her head towards you. You froze. Wrong. Maybe you weren't as safe as you thought. You couldn't read her expression at all. The silence felt loud, quickly interrupted by the sound of vomiting. Which made you grimace. Regina rolled her eyes but grabbed you by your wrist, her touch not as rough as you expected it to be. Her grip was... surprisingly soft? It sent shivers down your spine as she pulled you away and towards the plastics table. Gretchen, Karen and Cady had been watching the whole interaction. Sharing a look of confusion when Regina pulled you over.

"Regina. What are you doing? She can't sit with us-" Gretchen speaks up, Regina shoots her a glare that silenced the poor girl.

"Whatever I say goes. She sits with us." Regina stated, taking a seat and pulling you down next to her. Did you just join the plastics? According to Regina, yes. According to Gretchen, Karen and Cady... well, you weren't sure. Gretchen and Cady shared similar looks of shock and confusion, Karen had her usual stare.

"So like, what's your name?" Karen didn't know who you were. You weren't surprised, you didn't have any classes with her. you shared health/gym & French with Gretchen, Cady English, French & science, Regina math. So all three at least knew of you.

"Y/N," You offer Karen a shy smile. You weren't good with making friends, since coming to NorthShore you've been eating basically all your lunches in the bathroom to avoid people. That's where you'd been headed before the jocks noticed you.

Gretchen studied you before she sighed softly," Alright. Well, if you're going to be part of our group then you should know our rules."

"Rules?" You looked at Regina, who simply shrugged. You didn't know they had rules.

"Yes, but there isn't a lot." Gretchen informs you," Don't wear a tank top two days in a row- I see you've chosen today as one (you looked down at your tank top with a slight frown)- hair can only be worn as a ponytail one day a week, you can only wear sweats or tracks on Friday, you cannot buy a new shirt without asking us if it looks good on you, friends ex boyfriends are off limits (Cady suddenly blushed) and on Wednesdays we wear-"

"Pink!" Karen says suddenly, cutting off Gretchen who gives her a soft smile.

"Yes, pink." Gretchen nodded her head. i got the rules off a website.

"Right..." You weren't sure how to feel about the rules, you were damn sure you would forget one. Probably the sweats one. You had a lot of sweat pants. Though you didn't have enough time to think about them when Regina suddenly pushed her cheese fries towards you. Shocking Gretchen and Cady further. Gretchen more than Cady.

"Here. Your lunch was trashed. They're cold anyway, I was going to get more." Regina explained briefly, getting right to the point. You couldn't help but stare at her. Why was she being so nice to you? Well, nice might be laying it on too thickly. Her tone still had attitude to it. You were sure nice wasn't the right word to describe how the blonde was behaving, but you couldn't come up with a better one.

"Thank you.." You say, be it a little awkwardly. You didn't mind that they were cold. You were basically starving since your dumbass had missed breakfast that morning, being in such a rush to get to school. So, cold or not you were grateful for the fries as you began eating them. It was the best school food you've ever tasted. Your eyes immediately lit up and looked down at the food in front of you. You were sure that Regina George got special treatment when it came to cafeteria food. How she managed that, you didn't know. You could probably guess, though you didn't care enough to. Your mind just focused on the fries.

Regina gave you a soft smirk as she watched your reaction to the food, finding it adorable. Wait. No. Adorable? She stood from her spot," I'm getting more cheese fries."

With that, she left. Leaving you with the confused Gretchen and Cady... Karen you weren't sure about. She was just sort of vibing. Though she did strike a sudden conversation about Halloween with you, which was a week away (you joined the school year late).

The rest of the school day went rather normally. People stopped messing with you when news about you joining the plastics spread, your classes were uneventful. Though you sat with Cady during science. You two chatted, got to know each other a little better. You found out Cady was a new student from Kenya and Cady found out you used to live in Canada. She wondered what Regina would think of that, if she even knew what Canada was. You were even paired up as lab partners. Your project accidentally exploded, which was more your fault than Cady's. You laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of your neck.

"Sorry about that.. must've mixed it too much." You state, Cady smiles. She wasn't upset with you like you thought she might be; which led you to realize she was the nicest of the plastics. Someone you definitely wanted as your friend.

"You really are Canadian, aren't you?" There was only a bit of teasing in her tone, the rest of it was soft and kindhearted.

You couldn't help but laugh, genuinely this time.

~~~

Soon enough, it was the end of the day. You were about to head for the bus when you heard Regina shout your name. You turned your head behind you and looked at her with confusion, she beckoned you towards her. You swallowed and listened, the bus leaving as you moved away from it. When you glanced back you groaned in frustration. Great, now you didn't have a way home.

"Hurry up, loser!" Regina shouted at you, you turned your attention to her again and picked your pace up. Reaching the four rather quickly. "Come on." The blonde took your wrist in that same soft grasp that made you smile as you followed her.

"Where we going?" You asked, Regina scoffed as if it were obvious.

"My place, duh." She stated.

~~~

I'm realizing this will be a multi-part series because I'm too excited about it to not post it now. Super proud of how part one has ended up turning out. Part two will be found (here) and in masterlist once it's done! I haven't even started it though so it will take some time. Feel free to leave requests in the mean time and if you have something specific you'd like to see in part two lmk and i can probably fit it in!

[marte-14]

"Hello, sleepyhead"

Context:

"Look!"

The last portal brought them in the middle of an unknown forest. They have been exploring for a few days, without seeing traces of civilization, until now.

Hyrule has spotted a stone archway, almost entirely covered by the vegetation:" Maybe it's the entrance to a dungeon."

Without losing time Legend and Wind start to cut through the plants that cover the entrance, getting inside first.

"Uff..." The veteran puts away his sword, disappointment on his face:" It's only one room..."

Time observes the room quickly:" Check for secret passages. If it's just a room, we can at least rest here for the night."

"I think this place is a tomb." Wars adds, noticing the small altar at the other end of the room:" Probably of a sage..." He adds:" That is Hylia's crest. It would make sense."

Four studies the inscription under the crest:" I think that this is Sky's Hylian!"

"We must be in your Hyrule then, or at least close to your time." Wild shrugs:" Or we are in a random time and this place is just well preserved."

They start to theories in which Era they might be, but Sky isn't listening.

He got closer to the tomb, to read the inscription. Since they entered this place, he had a feeling.

Not a bad feeling. When he entered he felt warmth fill his heart, love and adoration. Familiar feelings, that always make Zelda come to mind.

Now he understands why.

Sky is frozen in place, holding his breath in shock, tears burning his eyes.

Twilight soon notices that something is wrong:" Sky?" He calls, without receiving an answer:" Link? Is everything alright?"

The others take notice of the situation, turning in silence to their brother.

Sky gasps, a sob comes out of his throat:" T-this is-" he raises a trembling hand, to touch those words. To feel them. To make sure they are real.

Here lies Zelda the First.

Hylia reincarnated.

Beloved wife, mother, daughter and ruler.

"I-It's-" he can finish the phrase because, as soon as his hand touches the cold stone, a bright warm light explodes in the room. Blinding him.

"Hello, sleepy head."

Sky hears her voice. The one he dreams of every night, as his heart cries alone.

He opens his eyes in shock:" Zelda?!"

Her face right in front of his, a bright smile as she literally is bright as the Sun.

"I was wondering if you would find this place during this journey." Her hand caresses his check, it isn't physical but Sky can feel its warmth.

Tears began to fall like waterfalls:" Don't cry my beloved." Sky takes her and in his, it's just energy but he holds it tightly.

"Zelda-" Sky can only utter out.

He misses her so much. They still haven't been to his Era, he hasn't seen her in months.

Seeing her face now is bringing so much joy in him, but finding her tomb instead of her at home is quite upsetting.

Sky is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know what to say.

"Link, my dear. Don't worry, I am still back home waiting for you and taking care of our loftwings."

Sky chokes one sob out:" You will come back to me soon. We will have our whole life and eternity ahead of us." Sky nods, in his head promising to make Zelda's words true.

"I love you, my sleepyhead."

"I-I love you too, my Sun."

Zelda places her lips on his in a light kiss, before dissolving.

Her warm presence is still in the room, enveloping the heroes with her divine protection.

[cravetive]

PERICULUM | KTH (M)

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem!reader

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 Synopsis: the day of your wedding has finally arrived, the day when you will leave your heartbreaks and disappointments behind and begin a future with the man that you love. you are supposed to be happy but instead, you find yourself gripped with a bad case of cold feet and soon you will have to come face to face with your past and the unwelcome guest that arrives with it.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊Genre: non-idol!au, smut, maybe a plot?

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 Warnings: swearing here and there, pining?, sexual tension, yandere, fingering, oral sex (F! receiving) , dirty talk, creampie (of course), teasing, unprotected sex, little bondage, hardcore, foreplay, dom/sub dynamics, kissing, Taehyung needs therapy like yesterday, cheating?

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 Authors note: I'm back but I'm not better, this might not be my best work and I apologize for my absence greatly. of course, I am a creature of habit so this might have some spelling errors, please allow me some grace whilst I get back in my groove.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 Word count: 8k ( give or take )

The sun cascades through white curtains, casting a golden hue inside the room you now sit in - its rays glowing on every visible surface. It is complemented by the squeals and excited voices of the bridesmaids that roam around frantically, Their light sage dresses flowing against the Italian breeze that empties through the agape windows, the supple gust that caresses your cheeks bringing forth the scent of white roses that decorate the wedding reception outside. 

Today there will be a wedding, your wedding to be exact.

After numerous heartbreaks and misfortunes, you would be walking down the aisle in Castello Brown into the arms of the person who guaranteed you safety, making the inconceivable idea of marriage a reality.

You and Joseon had met in the strangest of times, in which the both of you were in your most raw state. Vulnerable and searching for warmth in every place plausible, and just like that, almost as if the universe had synched with time you found comfort in each other. Like cold water on a hot summer day, a soft pillow for the both of you to lay your heads on. 

The promise of a future blurs the lines of the inevitable truth, you are settling.  

But you love him….you do. 

Or at least, do you think you do? 

If you were, to tell the truth to anyone including yourself, you’d open your mouth and confess the uncertainty that currently grips you. It remains nuzzled inside your belly, making itself part of your organism until it reaches your bloodstream, latching onto your heart, spreading through each beat it dares take. Growing heavier and ungovernable the closer you get to saying your vows. 

It debilitates you in the most unpleasant form, bringing forth memories of a man who you once knew, who you once loved. It's hard for you not to feel like an imposter, as if you are taking the place of someone else, someone more deserving or perhaps it’s because you can't stop daydreaming of another version of this day, a recurring dream of your wedding where someone else stands there waiting for you instead of Joseon. 

The memory of his face inhabits your mind menacingly. His touch, his voice, and his scent leave a virulent residue inside of you. 

Yet, you avoid the whispers that roam your mind. Opting to ignore the truth that lingers there, forcing yourself to believe that you’ve made the right decision. Undermining the effect it has on you because everyone must feel like this on their wedding day, right?

It's just cold feet, or maybe it's because you haven’t had a good meal. Your appetite is affected by the anticipation of your big day - the way your corset presses against your ribs, a factor your mind is inclined to believe. 

Anything but the onerous honesty of what you are unfeignedly feeling. 

Joseon will be your husband, he will be the man that you love and cherish for the rest of your life because you said yes, because he is where you feel most secure. Unlike the trembling hands of the man who your heart lingered for. Where you found yourself always scared to fall, doubting he could ever catch you. Your fiance is who the universe has sent for you and it is in your best interest to believe that, it is what you need to convince yourself of until there is no scope of contemplation left inside of you. 

Joseon has to be your person. 

“Alright, ladies I need the bridesmaids to please accompany me downstairs for a few pictures” Sasha, your wedding planner announces whilst she steps into the room, her all-black formal attire standing out amongst the pastels and soft colors that ornament the day. 

The bridesmaids pour out of the room obediently, leaving behind echoes of laughter in the hall they disappear into. Sasha glances in your direction and provides you a warm smile, one that you reciprocate momentarily before your eyes shift back to the mirror in front of you. You can't allow her to look at you for a moment longer, scared that she might be able to notice the precariousness blooming within you. 

“Everything is going smoothly Y/n” she reassures you, perceiving the nerves that rattle through your bones. You pretend like that eases you, like somehow that is enough to stop the trembling in your hands. 

“And you look stunning” she adds and this time you turn to look at her again, another smile spreading across your cheeks, this one more genuine. 

“Thank you” your words come out as a whisper, ending in a squeak and then a trail of giggles which she shares with you. 

You clear your throat as it drains from all moisture caused by the question that makes its presence in your head and you almost feel guilty for even being curious but you ask anyway. 

“How’s Joseon?” Sasha smiles, oblivious to your current feelings, she thinks the question is rather romantic but in reality all you want to know is if he’s feeling as ill at ease as you are. 

If you aren’t the only one feeling out of place.  

“He’s ready,” she laughs “He can't stop saying how much he wants to see you already.”

Your stomach twists with the information and an intrusive idea perks in your mind, perhaps if you do see him before the ceremony then all these questions racing inside your mind will disappear.  Maybe they will evaporate into thin air the second you lay eyes on him - like they do in the movies. 

Perhaps his familiar face will silence the hesitation that has built intrusively inside of you. 

“Tell him I want to see him too” you state but it sounds more like a request, a desperate one. 

“Don't worry, you will get to soon” Sasha affirms but fear settles in your gut. The kind of terror that is baseless,  influenced by the anxiety that devours you swiftly and you reluctantly conclude that seeing Joseon is no match for the doubt that inhabits you. 

It wouldn’t change a thing. 

“Yeah” you sigh, nodding your head whilst attempting to dry off your clammy palms against the silk fabric of your robe. 

“Well I’ll let you finish” she cheers “You have abouuuttt” she mumbles, looking down at the watch she wears on her wrist “About 45 minutes to get ready, and then we will be on standby for your entrance.”

You inhale sharply, the sound of an absent clock thundering inside of your mind. Is it too late to change your mind? And if you do, would you hurt Joseon? But you already know the answer as you watch your wedding planner exit the room, only exhaling when she is completely gone.

“Are you nervous?” Brie, your make-up artist whispers, as if she is asking something no one should hear and you jump at the sound of her voice, too lost in your thoughts to realize she is still there. Her gentle laughter pervades the space and for some reason it irritates you, taking her innocent joy as mockery. 

Why was everyone so happy? So excited? When this was your big day, your moment. You’re the one supposed to be feeling elated, and ecstatic. But yet, no matter how hard you try, you are incapable of unearthing those feelings inside of you. You are left with no other option than to cling to the possibility that this must happen to everyone, that you aren’t the only one accompanied by this feeling on your wedding day. 

Your eyes find Brie’s, her stare reflecting sympathy and selfless happiness and you realize the anger that builds up inside of you is misplaced. 

Though you don't offer her the truth and perhaps it is because you honestly don't know what you are feeling, all you know is that you are blinking more than usual and your heart slams against your chest, hoping that if it manages to collide with your sternum hard enough it will rip open for it to escape. 

So, you shake your head and negate the profound emotions that you should urgently expose but that you yearn to hide.

“I'm ready” you breathe “more than I’ll ever be.”

“That’s good” she hums while she blends in the blush on your cheeks, her tone is doubtful and you can feel yourself begin to panic. Does she not believe you? Has she noticed your uneasiness, but of course how could she not - you’re usually a chatterbox, sparking the most random conversations, laughing at the most absurd things but now it's as if you can’t open your mouth unless it's to say how fine you are. 

“It’s okay to be nervous” Brie speaks again, turning to grab another one of her brushes. Your moistened eyes come up to look at her once again, dread dropping like a splash of ink inside you “This is a big step, not everyone is brave enough to do it.”

For an instant you are drawn to confide in her, to tell her what’s happening. If someone else helps you carry the burden then it can’t possibly weigh so harshly on your shoulders, right? 

“Brie” you begin to speak, a warning preparing to follow after. 

‘Don't tell anyone this but I don't think I'm ready’

“It will all be over when you walk down the aisle and then you'll laugh about it for years to come '' she says and your mouth clamps shut, swallowing your words. 

“Yeah” you agree, a small smile appearing on your face to appease her. 

And you pray that she’s right, that once you see the faces of all your loved ones, of Joseon then all these conflicting feelings will subside. 

There's a soft knock on the door, the subtle sound reverberating inside of the silence that has begun to form inside the room but you ignore it, reluctant to have to face yet another person whom you’ll need to hide from in hopes that they don’t notice how you fall apart. 

“I’ll go get it” Brie lays down her brush and walks towards the door. Your eyes drift back to the mirror in front of you and your next breath hitches in your throat. You don't recognize the reflection in front of you and within a period you begin to dissociate. 

She’s a bride. 

An imitation of all those women in the wedding magazines you’ve read for months now, the pink tint on her lips and blushed cheeks providing her an innocent appearance - the waves in her hair that are pinned to the back of her head waiting for her veil to be placed a detail you can't miss. You raise your hand to brush against your cheek, stroking the skin there softly as you succumb to the realization that something is missing. 

Because the only thing you can’t replicate from those brides in the magazines is the happiness behind their eyes. 

“Oh my god!” Brie’s high-pitched voice reaches your ears and you turn to look in her direction. You can tell she is holding something in her arms, a package maybe and you furrow your eyebrows at her sudden excitement. 

“What is it?” you ask, sliding forward in your chair. 

Brie turns and you get a glimpse of what has just been delivered, her face leaning down to inhale the aroma. The bouquet she holds is a cluster of soft pink and white, the colors seamlessly blending in a beautiful arrangement.

It prompts every single muscle in your to tense, your eyes widening in terror at the gift you’ve just been given. 

“Look! Someone sent these for you” She smiles widely, your hands clamp tightly onto the armrest of your chair whilst your heart plummets to your feet. 

“I wonder who these are from” Brie exclaims, her teasing tone causing your skin to grow pale as she reaches you. Your eyes remain on the flowers in her hands, too shell-shocked to react in the way she expects you to. The flowers are a symbol of something you have desperately tried to forget, a past that has no place in your memory today but that has been brought forth by the cruelty of the person who has sent them. 

Peonies.

There only exists one other person on this earth who knows how much you love them, who knows your fixation with its petals and colors. The sight of them is like a bucket of cold water being poured over you, it awakens every sense of insecurity inside of you and leaves you bare. 

“oh there's a card!” she chirps, pulling the small envelope embedded between the petals for you to see. 

You attempt to feign indifference but the way you snatch the card from her hand and stumble away from her sight exposes all your colors. Your hands tremble against the small white envelope, pulling and tearing until your fingers are raw, your chest heaving from the distress taking over you.  

You blink away the tears that glaze your pupils, raising the small card into the light where you find his handwriting and your corset tightens around your waist. Your lips quiver while you read the words there, a message that is short and simple - only taking him a few seconds to write and a lifetime for you to recover from. 

‘Best of wishes to you and the man that you don’t love’ 

The world dissolves around you and you anchor onto his words, your mind growing painfully quiet and the tantrum that your heart throws begins to subside. Your armor cracks as he unveils you in a manner only he can. Snatching away the lies you’ve been telling yourself to stay sane, no longer being able to hide behind the denial you’ve sown yourself to. 

The nostalgic evocation of him blinds you and a blood-curdling scream erupts within you, manifesting itself as a loud gasp that you choke on. 

“What does it say?” Brie asks, taking small steps in your direction, concern in her expression. Your eyes shift to her quickly, your hands subconsciously pressing the card to your chest in another poor attempt to conceal the truth. 

“Uh” you breathe, digging for an answer, for an excuse. 

“Oh, it’s just an old friend” you whimper. 

But Taehyung isn’t just a friend - not in the slightest or at least he wasn’t. No, Taehyung was not just a person, not someone you could easily forget or disregard. He was everything all at once. The definition of the right person at the wrong time, the reason why you’ve sought shelter in someone else’s arms. Too complicated to explain, too painful to recall. 

“Oh that’s sweet” Brie utters hesitantly, her eyes following along while you frantically pace around the room, nourished by the rush of adrenaline that pumps through your veins. 

“Is everything okay, Y/n?”

You snap your attention to her and you halt your movements, the card still pressed tightly against your chest. “Of course, I just need-” you inhale and your mind goes blank. What do you need? What would alleviate the torment you currently feel? 

“I just need a moment” You shut your eyes, trying to learn how to breathe again “Alone” you emphasize. 

“Oh of course” Brie responds, her worried eyes expressing words she doesn’t speak whilst nodding her head. 

“I’m just a bit overwhelmed that’s all” you gulp nervously. 

“No I get it” she reassures you and with one last worried glance, she makes her way towards the door. 

It is only when the door slams shut that you notice the heat that has blended itself in the air, sweat beginning to form on your freshly applied make-up. It leads you to rush to the open windows, your shaky hands reaching for the curtains which you pull onto desperately - praying for the scarce breeze of September to seep inside and offer you relief.  

You stare back down at the card that you cage inside of your hands and your eyes flutter shut as a loud sigh leaves your lips. You wish you could say you didn't see this coming, that somehow this was some kind of big revelation but Taehyung was an animal of habit, the habit of making his presence known when you most wanted to forget him. 

Your eyes move to the clock that sits on top of the nightstand and you shudder - you only have 20  minutes left until the ceremony begins and here you are losing your mind over someone who belonged to your past. You remove your robe, exposing your white lace lingerie, the intricately patterned fabric pressing against your skin, a gift you have prepared for your soon-to-be husband. 

You’re determined to push forward, to walk down the aisle that promises you happiness because it’s what you deserve. No longer would you allow Taehyung to play with your mind, not in the way you had previously - you convince yourself that he no longer knows you at all. 

The wedding dress that lays on top of the bed draws your attention and you stand still for a moment, inspecting the all-white gown that should be but isn’t on you. You sigh and reach for it, feeling the soft charmeuse fabric under your fingers. You try to convince yourself that once you put it on all will be well and these perturbing feelings along with that note will be left in the past, like a sick memory. 

Amongst the rest of the other things that you’ve shared with Taehyung. 

As you rush to put on the dress, you hear the soft hum of your phone ringing and you turn to reach for it, you know you are running late - it's probably Brie reminding you of the time. You look at the screen at the unsaved number and sigh as you answer the call. 

“I know” Your hand rubs over your temple whilst your eyes fall shut, an ache forming there. 

“I just need a bit of help putting on the dress.”

“I can help with that”

The voice is low and rasped, carrying a certain familiarity that you fear recognizing. It flows through your ear like a song, your brain recalling each time that you’ve heard it before, the many times your heart fluttered over it. 

“W-ho” you choke, your eyes opening quickly “Who is this?”

“You forgot my voice so soon, my love?”

You stand up quickly, dread forming in your gut as an inevitable realization comes to your head. 

“How did you get my number?”

“Ah you didn’t forget” he chuckles lowly, a certain taunt in his tone “I knew you wouldn’t”. 

“Taehyung” you whisper which is paired with a heavy sigh “Why are you calling me?”

“Did you get my note?” he ignores your line of questions, delivering you one of his own. 

You stare at the crumpled card thrown on the bed next to your dress and you turn away. 

“What note?” you retort. 

“You are great at many things Y/n but at lying? You were never good at lying” he states, his tone bringing chills down your spine. 

“What do you want?” you demand, a quiver accompanying the question. 

“Just wanted to hear your voice one last time before you became a married woman�� he hums, as if his statement means nothing.  

“Taehyung” you warn.

“Oh come on Y/n” he chuckles once again “didn’t you miss my voice too?”

“No, I didn't” you snap. 

“Not even a little bit?” he asks, a smirk spread through his face which you can picture even from the other line. 

There is a knock on the door and you flinch at the abrupt sound. Your heart beats a mile per second and you fix your eyes on the clock once again. 

You have 10 minutes left.

“It was nice catching up Taehyung but I have a wedding to attend,” you say before ending the call,  throwing your phone across the room. You don't have time to sit and ponder what Taehyung wants, it's not about him today. You won't allow his selfishness to absorb you once again, in the end, that is all he wants. Your steps are rushed as you approach the door, hoping it’s Brie who has returned to help you with your dress.

You leave the door open before quickly turning, heading back to the bed where your wedding dress lays, the small Swarovski diamonds shining as the sunbeams on the fabric.  

“Brie, can you please help me I have 10 minutes to get ready and I'm so sorry about before I had a lot on my mind but I'm ready” you ramble, picking up the dress from the bed and beginning to remove the buttons on the back.

The door shuts and you hear footsteps approaching you.

“Can you please hurry Brie, I don't want Joseon to think I left him at the alter or something” you giggle nervously but as you turn to glance at Brie, in her place is a man, he wears a black suit with his hair brushed back and the grip on the fabric on your dress loosens, the dress falling to the ground. 

You scan the man’s face carefully, his small child-like smile luring your heart to thump faster. He’s taller than Joseon, his posture confident and relaxed, his intense and machiavellian stare the next thing you notice and of the small mole that sits on his right lower eyelid. 

“Taehyung,” you say. Your wide eyes blinking as if it would make his presence go away as if he was but a figment of your imagination. 

A small smirk appears on his face as his eyes travel your bare skin, a low hiss falling from his lips. 

“W-what are you doing here?” you ask, eyes narrowing on him. 

“Look at you” Taehyung breathes “a bride”. 

“Taehyung don't fuck with me, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you” he explains plainly, taking a step forward which you respond by taking a step back. 

His eyes linger on your face, his stare gripping and longing and if it wasn't for the way you avoided it, you could’ve picked up on the subtle sadness in them, of an emotion that he hides behind his cunning bravado. 

“Well, you have” you demand “Now please go”  Your tone clings to fear - fear of what will occur if he remains in your presence any longer. Your resolution, the one that you had spent years building inside melts away like butter. You take in his presence and you don't dare say this out loud but for a second you pray that he stays for more than just a few minutes, that if by chance or perhaps luck he will say that he wants to stay, for more than just a few hours. 

“Y/n” he mutters, the delicate tone in which he says your name a weakness you had never been able to overcome. In his mouth, he holds words he has prepared for this exact day - reasons and explanations he should’ve given you in the past but had never had the guts to. 

“Don't marry him” he says instead.

Your eyes don't dare blink as you process what he has just uttered, your entire body stiff with the request. It feels like a slap on the face, an unforgivable offense but you can’t bring yourself to react except for the tears that swell in your eyes. 

“Why?” your bottom lip trembles and every muscle in your body pleads for you to turn away, to shut out his voice - to pretend like you didn't hear the purpose of his visit. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” 

“Did you think I would let you go through with this? Your surprise shocks me” he chuckles, moving towards you while you move away - until your back is pressed against the wall and he stands but a few inches away.

“Taehyung, please just go” you speak confidently, you try to find other words that would persuade him away from you but your mind goes blank, you know deep in your soul that you don't believe any of the things you push yourself to say and so you swing a cheap punch in hopes that it will land. 

“I love Joseon.”

Taehyung closes his eyes as Joseon’s name flows through your mouth, indignation building inside of him with the recognition that it's his name you should be whispering. He leans closer, causing you to sink deeper in the position you are in, fearing that if he dares touch you then your entire act will begin to deteriorate.

“Are you wearing the perfume I like?” he whispers “You are too cruel, Y/n” he opens his eyes and he scans every feature on your face, including your panicked eyes. 

You don't open your mouth to speak a word, entranced by his dark auburn pupils, your mouth falls agape and your chest rises and falls at the same tune his does. It has always been so easy for you to fall back into Taehyung, regardless of how many times he came and went and though you grip onto the scraps of dignity you have left, you know today is no exception. 

“Taehyung” you mumble, his name heavy on your tongue. 

He leans in closer and his fingers lightly trail the exposed skin of your thigh, the tingling sensation causing you to flinch at the absent touch and contrary to what you want to believe, everything inside of you wants to lean into it. 

“Look at you” he sighs “You look like a princess” he moves his lingering fingers closer to the lace of your white lingerie, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns there. 

“Is this for him?” Taehyung hums, harshness pouring from his throat. 

“Does he know?” he asks, his stare calling for yours “that when you fuck him you think of me?” he bites, coaxing a whimper to fall from your mouth. 

“That when you stare into his face ever so lovingly that you imagine it's me and not him.”

“don’t” You shake your head, your hands reach forward to push him back but he doesn’t budge - a menacing expression on his face. 

“Huh” he scoffs, a smile spreading across his cheeks “I guess he doesn’t.”

You remove your stare from him, your lips pressing together and you hate him, hate him for the way he is making you feel right now. You hate the way he has stepped back into your life as if nothing has changed like you have belonged to him this entire time - like he’s not an intruder. 

“That's not true” you snap back “In fact, I don't think about you at all” your eyes filled with disdain traveling back to his. 

Taehyung nods his head mockingly, feigning understanding but he doesn’t move from his position, his hand still brushing the skin of your upper thigh. He leans further in, burying his face into the nape of your neck, his nose brushing against the skin there - causing your breath to wedge itself ardently in your throat. 

“When you lie your voice raises in pitch and your nose scrunches slightly and if it was anyone else they would probably miss it but I-” he pauses, his breath cascading over your skin, the sensation leaving shivers down your spine. 

He raises his stare to your face once again, a small smile forming on his lips as he takes in your flushed cheeks. 

“Don't you worry love the only person you have to lie to moving forward is my twin brother” Taehyung remarks, his slander pointer finger softly sliding down to your belly button. 

“And yourself of course” he adds bitterly.  

You had met Junseo first, he was reserved and quiet, often hiding away in his books. It was the reason why you realized only 3 months later that you both shared the same history class and that he sat next to you. In the beginning, it had been a mesh of small cordial smiles and polite hello’s and then eventually, you had both found yourself in thorough conversations where you dissected his knowledgable mind, meeting after class for coffee and ultimately sharing your first kiss in the university library. 

It had been perfect, movie-like almost until one-day Junseo failed to attend class, and as a joke, his brother took his place. You hadn’t noticed it was Taehyung instead of your well-mannered boyfriend until your lips had met. The yearning on his lips as they collided with yours was unfamiliar yet exhilarating, it was as if 2 lovers had embraced each other after years of distance. 

You couldn't accept it, not even when they both sat across from you whilst Junseo finally introduced him to you,  all while Taehyung watched you intently, taking in the strain your nervous system went through as you tried to assimilate the information. 

Wondering if you would tell his twin brother of the kiss you both had shared or of the other transgressions you partook in on your bedroom floor. 

If you did, who could blame you? They were practically the same person but you didn’t then and you haven’t now. 

“You will marry him and you’ll spend the rest of your life looking for me in him, in others in the hopes that they can replicate what only I can give you” his mouth parts, his tongue slipping out to lick along the skin of your neck causing your legs to clamp together and an unwarranted sigh to escape you. 

“You’ll see my face reflected on every surface that you look onto seething for my presence but you’ll never find me” Taehyung glides his hand against your abdomen, softly and sleekly, becoming dangerously close to the part of you that aches for his attention. 

���I can almost see it, Y/n an old and empty woman consoling herself with the idea that she did the right thing” he annunciates, his fingers slipping past your silk white thong and finding its place between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit as he trails kisses on your shoulder. 

“Taehyung” 

His name is meant to sound as a warning, as a sign for him to stop but it bellows out as a moan, liquid gold falling into his ears. 

“What my love?” he hums, moving his face to meet yours - his mouth coming to capture yours which had remained agape. 

His hand doesn’t stop, his fingers pressing onto your sensitive nub in circular motions whilst his tongue floods your mouth. His fingers move slowly against your warm drenched pearl, carving out each movement he knows you love, the ones he taught you made you climax in the blink of an eye and you become puddy under his touch, moaning against his mouth as he drives you closer to that euphoric senseless feeling you have craved for so long.

Taehyung pulls away from your lips, his tongue licking along your reddened plump lips, a hiss pouring out of his as he catches your blissful expression, the feeling of your juices covering his fingers enticing an animalistic desire inside of him. 

“It feels good, doesn't it?” he groans, a question you can’t answer regardless if the answer sits on the tip of your tongue, you are breathless and completely wrecked. 

The speed at which his fingers move increases, an evil smirk spreading across his face as his eyes darken with utter admiration. Taehyung has lusted for this moment for so long that now that he stands here, it feels surreal. In his mind he has replayed this scenario time after time, touching himself to the thought of watching you cum. 

“Answer me” he pleads, his brows knitting in concentration - replicating the pleasure on your face. You nod quickly, your eyes fluttering shut whilst your body trembles. You try to remember what breathing feels like, try to find it within yourself to bring air into your lungs but your walls clench around his fingers and your mouth falls open - a trail of moans and whimpers cascading out of it. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Taehyung hums, his tone innocent as if his words don't implicate anything like nothing matters and you wish that you could come back to your senses, it's wrong that he’s touching you like this and it's wrong that you are letting him. You wish that you could push him away and berate him but you want him everywhere, all at once and in this moment nothing matters, not even your morality. 

Your body complies to his request with a loud whimper and within a second, his hand peels away from your throbbing cunt, his arms reaching behind your legs until they are wrapped around his waist. He moves towards the bed where he places your body on top of your wedding dress, the one you are supposed to be wearing at this moment whilst your expecting fiance waits for you at the altar. 

You look up at him with lustful eyes, noting the veins that run through his hands as he removes his suit jacket, the dark blue fabric flying across the room. 

“Fuck you look gorgeous” Taehyung mutters, biting onto his lower lip. His hand reaches for your cheek, caressing the skin softly - his thumb gliding against your lips until you part them, sucking it inside. 

Your tongue twists around the digit causing him to moan out loudly. 

“Im going to fuck you so good love” he promises.

He reaches to undo his belt buckle whilst bringing your body further up the bed until your head is almost at the headboard. He slides his belt off with a swift pull, his eyes beaming with ardor as he watches your willing body lay underneath his. 

“Give me your hands” Taehyung instructs, a playful grin emerging on his face. 

“I-i” you hesitate. 

To do as told would be to be left under his devices, a victim to his rigorous plans and you know better, you ready yourself to decline because you shouldn’t be here in the first place and you know someone will be knocking on your door any minute now, concerned for your whereabouts but your body screams for his attention and so you oblige like Taehyung knows you will. 

In a swift movement, your hands are tied to the headboard above you, the black leather of his Hermes belt pressed tightly against your wrist, you let out a small whimper and when you turn to face him once again, he’s standing at the end of the bed. 

Taehyung eyes trace every inch of your skin as if it is the first time he has seen you in this light yet, it's not. He can give master classes on your naked body, and go on 3 hour rants of how to make you cum. He knows you, he knows it all. 

You quiver slightly, begging for his attention and if it wasn’t for the heat that rises through your entire body, you’d probably feel pathetic. 

“What's wrong love?” Taehyung coos. 

“Taehyung” you whimper. 

“Yes?” 

He’s teasing you, luring you into saying what he’s been daydreaming of hearing for weeks now, ever since the invitation arrived in the mail. He couldn’t bring himself to accept it, it was always supposed to be him in Joseon’s place, he needed to be the one responsible for your happiness, not his charactless brother. 

Him. 

He wanted to hear you say that you chose him. 

“Please” it’s a sigh, a breath you whisk out of your lungs as your body trembles in anticipation. 

Taehyung unbuttons his shirt slowly, each button getting his utmost attention - his eyes never leaving your laying figure. He knows you are running out of time but Taehyung does not care to rush, in fact he will milk this moment for all it’s worth because if this is the last time that he gets to see you like this, whimpering his name then he will make sure neither of you forget it. 

Besides, the way you lay tied to the bed, expecting his touch lures a heightened level of lust to spread inside of him, causing his heart to beat faster, for his hardened cock to press against his freshly ironed cashmere pants. He can't bring himself to think straight, not when you wait for him in your white-laced lingerie and the only thought that crosses his mind is of how good your warm walls will feel around his cock. 

Taehyung drops the shirt from his shoulders, slowly crawling on top of you. His head lowers until his lips brush against your abdomen, leading your body to quiver at the feeling of his warm breaths cascading over your skin. 

His slender hands grip your waist, carefully hooking his fingers around the waistband of your thong and with a swift movement they are gone, your lower body now exposed for his admiration. 

The loud sound of your heart slamming against your chest is all that you can hear, the mere anticipation of what he will do leaving you breathless. You watch intently as he slowly parts your legs, his soft hands moving under your thighs - removing the weight from your body until your needy cunt is but inches away from his face. 

Taehyung collects saliva on his tongue and he spits, covering your folds in his tepid saliva but he doesn't allow enough time for you to react as his tongue begins to slide against your cunt, licking as if your slit is a sweet delicacy. 

You try to keep yourself from moaning out but the hiss that erupts from your mouth betrays you, accompanied by a trail of struggled breaths and soft moans. 

He loses himself at the taste of you in his mouth, your juices spreading across his face and he can't deny the thrill the tremble of your legs causes him. He can't stop, savoring your wetness with each lick of his tongue. 

The urge to run your fingers through his hair leaves you frustrated, your arms pulling on the restraints that halt your desired movements. You can feel it, the pressure in your lower abdomen. It drives your eyes to flutter shut and for your moans to become obstreperous. 

His tongue focuses on your drooling hole whilst his nose rubs against your clit, the combination taking you to a complete state of euphoria. Your hands grip the leather of his belt harshly and your body begins to tremor, you are close - dangerously so. 

Your hips buck against his face causing his grip on your ass to tighten as he tries to keep you in place but it's no use, your hips rotate against his tongue hungrily - your body seeking your sweet honeyed climax. 

“Oh god,” you huff, struggling to catch your next breath. 

“Yes.”

“yes right there, oh god.”

“Taehyung!” the scream that crawls out of your mouth sounds pained but it's far from it, it's a call for more, the need for his soft lips and warm mouth becoming ungovernable. 

The blend of his saliva and your arousal flows past your thighs as you allow yourself to call out his name once more which only leads Taehyung to bury his face deeper into your willing cunt, his tongue moving in circles against your throbbing nub. 

Your body stiffens with the next movement of his tongue, clamping your thighs against his head. A string of curses leave your lips as your climax overloads all your senses but Taehyung continues devouring your cunt, collecting your entire orgasm into his mouth. 

“You taste amazing” he hums breathlessly, his tongue licking the residue of you from his lips. 

You watch him through hooded eyes as he leaves open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs and then on your hips, his now disheveled strands of black hair lingering over his face. 

You whimper out whilst his hands soothingly brush against the skin of your ass, bringing your lower body back onto the white duvet that covers the bed under you. His eyes meet yours, his utterly lust-darkened pupils contrasting with your worn-out gaze. 

“Do you want more, love?” Taehyung asks “Think you can handle it?”

You nod despite knowing your body has not recovered from the high that has just rocked it, your breaths labored but your body presses for more. If your skin could speak it would divulge the way it has missed him, of the many nights it has spent seeking him. 

A faint yes comes out of your lips and Taehyung kneels before you, bringing your legs around his waist. His hands slide against the skin of your inner thighs, easing the strain his tongue has left you. 

He lowers his boxers, revealing his hardened tortured cock, which he alleviates with a few pumps from his hand. A soft groan falls from his lips as he looks down at you. From where he hovers in front of you, he takes in the beams of sweat forming on your skin, the way your chest rises and falls with every breath you take and the flush on your skin, the tincture a recalled memory of late nights in your dorm. 

He lowers the tip, teasingly gliding it against your warm clit, and the throbbing there causes his whole body to quiver with the ache that has remained buried inside of him. Your body jolts in response and your breath hilts in your throat. 

“You want me, love?” he chuckles lowly. 

“Yes,” you exhale sharply. 

A sly smirk forms on Taehyung’s lips and with a swift thrust he dips inside of you, vasting in the blissful sensation of your tight walls stretching out just for him. His hips move steadily, careful not to hurt you and before he can begin to move his entire length inside of you, you’re already a mess of whimpers and moans, the pulsations of his cock vibrating against your walls. 

He’s bigger than you remember and when he finishes burying himself inside you can feel his cock brush against your lower abdomen, the pressure that forms there causing you to let out a loud moan. He waits patiently for you to adjust because all Taehyung has is time and the unreasonable need to turn you out. 

“Look at you taking it all” Taehyung whispers, his eyes fixed on your bodies interlinked.

Your muscles ease and he begins his masterful strokes. Bringing his hips back and forth skillfully. His hand slid to your breast, guiding his thumb to draw out the movements of his hips on your nipples. 

With each thrust your body quivers, your legs pressing around his waist. His other hand brings your hips up higher until your ass is on his lap, driving his cock to hit angles you didn't know existed. 

“You may not miss me love, but your pussy says otherwise” Taehyung hums through groans “It takes me so well, like it was made for me.”

Your entire body shudders at his words, an overwhelming feeling of flusteredness coming over you. From his mouth, he spills a truth that you can’t deny, regardless of how much you’ve fought off the urge. He is the only one that you can allow yourself to lose with, the only man that can see all of you in this way. 

Utterly vulnerable. 

Your eyes study the pleasure in Taehyung’s expression as he plunges inside of you, it is pure satisfaction - his eyes closed and his eyebrows knitted in concentration as if he wants to engrave this in his memory. The sight alone causes your mound to quiver, for your core to drip around him. 

“Fuck Y/n”

His hands keep you in place as he picks up the pace, pounding his cock into you quickly. The sound of your previous orgasm gliding on his thick member leaving a chorus of pleasure inside the bedroom, the sound bounces from the wall and erupts into every crevice in the room whilst you both moan in unison. 

His movements are erratic and you can tell he’s close. Taehyung can feel himself losing restraint and all he wants is to fill you up with his cum, to witness your pretty cunt oozing with his nectar. 

“Tae hah” you shriek, the faint burning sensation beginning to form on your lower belly once again, you can tell this climax will be more intense than the last, your legs beginning to tremble from where they remain wrapped around him. 

“Just a little more, love” Taehyung exhales. 

You let out a trail of curse words, coaxing him to bring his eyes to yours, the yearning in both your gazes amped by the snap of his hips. 

The sounds of your intertwined moans are interrupted by a knock on the door and your body stiffens, your eyes widen in fear and you know you’ve run out of time - your guest waiting for your arrival. 

“Y/n?” Brie’s voice is muffled by the door separating her and your naked bodies. 

“Taehyung” You look back at him, panic in your tone but Taehyung does not appear to be startled by Brie’s abrupt return. It’s as if she’s not even there. 

“Shhhh” he instructs, moving from his kneeling position and coming between your legs, his body lying on top of yours now. 

“Don't worry” he whispers into your ear, his hand rising to brush away the strands of your hair that cling to your damp skin. 

“Just focus on me” Taehyung moves himself inside once more. You look up to him, concern written all over your expression but the feeling of your incoming climax is all too overpowering.  His tempo is cautious now, subsiding the alarm in your nerves, and you lose focus of the issue at hand. 

It’s like it doesn’t matter but it should. 

“I know you are close” he nods, leaving small kisses along your jawline “Let me make you cum one last time” Taehyung pleads. 

This is wrong and you know it, a line has been crossed but your legs wrap themselves around him once again, the clear indication that you have no intentions of ending what has already been started. Taehyung’s lips find your neck as he continues - sliding his hands below your ass and bringing you closer, his kisses he leaves on your skin hot and passionate.

“I don't think she left” You can hear Brie’s worried voice once more but you try to drown her out, withholding a moan in your mouth in hopes that she doesn’t notice that you are still there. 

“Answer her” he pants “before she calls someone to open the door.”

The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind but of course that would be her next course of action, given the state she had left you in when you asked for some alone time. You looked up at Taehyung, a curl forming against his lips as he stares down at you. 

He’s enjoying this in ways you can't even understand. 

You don’t think yourself capable of uttering a single word. The only thing coming from your mouth are bare moans and whimpers but you part your lips to speak, hoping Brie won’t catch the tremble in your voice. 

“Brie” your voice quivers. 

“Oh god Y/n! Are you okay?” Brie approaches the door, setting her ear against it in hopes that she can hear you better. 

Taehyung takes this opportunity to move faster inside of you, the bed beginning to squeak against the force he implements with his hips. You look up at him quickly, a loud moan threatening to pour from you. 

“Go on” Taehyung groans, his voice playful and excited. 

“I-i am fine” you whimper, your wrists twisting against the restraint. 

“Everyone is waiting for you” Brie pauses, looking up at the ceiling in desperation “Everyone is worried.”

“I” you begin but your climax has built too great for you to control, your entire body beginning to spasm as Taehyung withdraws his cock and slams back inside. Your eyes fall shut, unable to provide an answer to the concerned woman on the other side of the door. 

“Y/n?” 

“Fuck” you sigh loudly. 

“Is everything okay? Do you need help with your dress?” 

“Do you?” Taehyung laughs, his hand gripping your thigh as he too feels his climax nearing. 

“Taehyung please” you beg, rolling your hips against his.  

“What's wrong love?” he questions with a huff. 

You know he needs to stop for you to concentrate but there isn’t any part of you in this moment that wants him to, not in the slightest. You open your mouth once again, trying to give Brie a coherent response but as it falls apart a loud moan escapes in its place, one that Taehyung capturs in his mouth as he places his lips over yours. 

Your body begins to tense as your orgasm ripples inside of you, each loud moan being whisked away by Taehyung’s tongue and soon his muffled groans can be heard as his cock shoots strings of cum inside of you, the feeling of his warm milk causing goosebumps along your skin. 

You both remain still, riding out the high that has blinded both your senses. Your chest chest’s rising and falling in unison, labored breaths fanning within each other faces. You can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Afraid that if you do you will have to come back to reality or perhaps because you’d melt into Taehyung’s stare once more. 

You feel the weight of his body ease and then with a swift pull, he unravels the belt that once had held your hands together, your wrists left sore from the harsh leather. 

“Y/n” he calls for you, the sound of his soft tone bringing warmth to your body. 

Your eyes open gently, your vision blurred until Taehyung’s auburn pupils come into focus and you cling to them, on the way their color fluctuate and blends into each other. Your weary gaze then trails to the almost undetectable mole that remains on his lower lash line, the one that you should’ve noticed the day you crossed paths. The small insignificant spot is the only thing that differentiates the two brothers. 

Would it have mattered?

If you had known back then that it was Taehyung instead of Joseon, would you have pulled away from his kiss with distaste? The question that has tormented you for years rises above the surface, bringing forth a bitter feeling inside your chest. 

Would it have changed anything?

“Run away with me” The words flow out of him effortlessly, with so much simplicity that you can’t even bring yourself to react to the proposition. Earnisty clads itself to his expression, his eyes holding within them pleads that he has been preparing to make for years. 

“What?” you whisper. 

“Come with me” he implores, his voice breaking as he extends his offer once again.

[darkestspring]

So Aegon cuts his hair short so he doesnt look like a Targaryen, he hated being a Targaryen. So imagine Jaces twin sister, long dark curls and dark brown eyes.

Even as children Aegon thought she was pretty, he loved that she didn't look like a traditional Targaryen.

As they grew older Aegon became obsessed with her. If he has to marry he wants to marry her and hard dark haired babies, and that what he tells his mother, right before she slaps him.

Aegon managing to push hos wedding to Helaena off for years, but when Rheanyra and her kids comes back to Kings Landing and Aegon sees Jaces twin again.

Aegon won't let her slip through his fingers again.

You'd always look so.... unlike a targaryen. Unlike how he and his siblings looked. with Brown hair and dark eyes, you were everything his mother hated, a targaryen that didn't look like one.

But... you were so pretty.

Aegon once again snuck away from his lessons to watch you with your dragon, you looked so happy. Dark eyes alive with mischief and happiness as you whispered something to your dragon and he roared in return, eliciting a laugh from you.

He'd never heard you laugh before then, it was like a forgotten song, a melody he could never escape from.

He's also never seen you as angry as you were that night, glaring with teary eyes as you held onto your younger brothers. His attraction to you hadn't ceased even in that moment. when you were brimming with happiness and when you were seething with anger, both expressions made him want to kiss you senseless.

But then you were gone. As soon as that. He wished he could have more time. More time to see you, to follow you, to find a common interest or even feign interest in what you liked if only to hear your voice say his name.

It wasn't until he saw you again, still unmarried despite his mother's ire and nagging. He'd never marry anyone but you. He hoped that the children he had with you would be dark haired babies.

You turned, feeling eyes on you and your lips curled into an almost snarl at seeing Aegon staring at you before you turned away. "He's staring at me." You hissed to your mother and step-father.

"I can collect another head." Daemon suggested, hand already on his sword.

Much to your disappointment, your mother shook her head. "Not yet."

He won't marry Helaena, Aegon decided. Anyone else can have her but you. You were his.

"Let me marry her." His words were spoken boldly to Rhaenyra and Daemon after basically forcing an audience with them. "I'll fight for your claim, I won't challenge it. I don't care about ruling. I just want her." Aegon stared at them with fierce eyes.

Daemon looked like he wanted to draw his sword until Rhaenyra stopped him, hand on his chest.

"I'll think about it." Rhaenyra answered coolly, dismissing him.

That wasn't good enough. Aegon couldn't stand it anymore. he has spent years yearning for you, craving to hear you say his name at the very least.

"You've always been the pretties girl I've ever seen." His words made you stomach clench and you didn't want to think about it. "Pretty brown hair and dark eyes, you look like a dream." He might be a bit drunk and babbling word vomit but it was all true.

You stared at him for a moment, almost stunned before reaching over and taking another drink of you wine. "And your mother? What does she think of this?"

"I don't care. I don't care what she thinks or what she wants. I just want you. I don't want glory or power. I just want to sleep on your thighs for the rest of my life." Aegon couldn't stop talking

A laugh slipped from your throat and an amused look filled your eyes at his words. "Is that so?" You mused softly. Taking pity on him, you leaned forward and kissed him. "Once you're sober, come find me and tell me again that you want to sleep on my thighs for all eternity. Maybe i'll let you."

With those last words, you were gone from his view and Aegon barely stopped himself from scrambling after you like a lost puppy.

[questionableratatouille00]

𝘐 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘺 (𝘖𝘳 𝘋𝘰.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’d never understood why Bucky never seemed interested in physical intimacy. When you find out, you realize it goes deeper than you ever thought.

Note: For my ‘Don’t Touch Me’ square on my @marvel-smash-bingo card!

Warnings: rape/non-con, sexual abuse, nightmares, ptsd, Hydra Themes, implied Hydra Trash Party, insecure!reader(?), crying, angst.

[Series Masterlist]

Your sex life was not bad in these last few months you’ve been dating Bucky. That wasn’t to say it was particularly good, either.

You hadn’t had sex with him at all. You hadn’t even got past a little bit of making out. And there was nothing wrong with that, either. Maybe he was just shy. And he was a real quiet guy when he was around anybody but you, so you knew that that was a possibility.

He was also born in 1917, so there could be just more of an awkwardness around the topic for him. You obviously had no idea what Sex Ed was like in the 1930s, but you knew that it definitely wasn’t great.

Maybe he just wasn’t interested in sex at all. And that was perfectly fine, too. He could be asexual. Or gray-asexual. Or demisexual. And you were by no means a homophobe. If he wasn’t into it, he wasn’t into it and that was that. You would certainly not be upset or—God forbid—angry over something like that.

But the thing that plagued your mind after he ran off somewhere after kissing you for a little too long was the why. He’d never said a word about sexual attraction—you’d never had that conversation before. You didn’t really know how to bring it up.

Part of you wondered if you were the problem. Was he just not attracted to you? Was there just one tiny detail on you that completely made him not want you in that way? Fuck, did you smell bad?

You pushed the thought away. But you did know that you needed to have this discussion with him. Mainly in case that last reason was it.

As if right on cue, he walked into the kitchen of your apartment.

“Hey, doll.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around you and swaying you from side to side.

“Howdy howdy. I didn’t hear you come in.” You grinned. “You’ll give me a heart attack one day.”

“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly.

The rest of the night went on as usual. At least, until halfway through the night—perhaps early morning—when you were awoken by the sound of muttering.

Now, to be very honest, you thought about muttering ‘shut up’ back, before you remembered that you were a real person and not a dinosaur like you’d been dreaming about.

You sat up, looking over at your boyfriend. Another bad dream.

You kneeled above him, opening your mouth to say something to wake him up. And once again, as if on cue, he woke up. He sat up quickly, bonking you in the head with his own skull.

“Fuck—“ You hissed as your eyes watered slightly. “Bucky, you’re okay, you’re okay, it was a dream, it’s over.” You attempted to reassure him as you reached out.

“Don’t touch me,” he pleaded. “Don’t touch me. Please.” The way he said it made your stomach flip.

“I’m not.” You promised. “I won’t. I won’t. You’re okay, you’re safe. It’s me. Jus’ me and you.”

He seemed to relax at that as he laid back down. And then—very surprisingly—fell right back asleep.

Normally his nightmares were more of a major thing, so this was certainly a surprise. You frowned, before you yourself eventually fell back asleep.

The next morning, you woke up alone, with the faint smell of breakfast coming in through the room. You walked out of your bedroom and to the kitchen, greeting your boyfriend.

“Mornin’,” you hummed.

“Good morning, doll. Did you sleep good?” He asked innocently, as if he didn’t remember the night’s…revelations.

“Yeah.” You murmured back. And then you decided to finally grow some balls and ask.

“Bucky? Can I talk to you about something serious?”

“Sure.” His brows furrowed slightly. “Always, hon. What’s goin’ on?”

“Is there a reason you don’t want to have sex with me?”

He practically turned to stone.

“What?” He croaked out.

“There’s nothing wrong about it! I’m just—it’s stupid. I’m sorry, I’m being an asshole. Never mind—“ You wanted to simultaneously beat the absolute shit out of yourself and bury yourself.

“No, you’re not.” He cut you off. “I—should’ve told you earlier. About this. It’s—it’s not you, I promise. I..I want to have..sex with you and all of that stuff. I do, really. It’s just—there’s..some stuff.”

Your brows furrowed as you took on a concerned and empathetic expression. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s—it’s okay. I do. It’s important to me that I tell you.” He explained. “But—it gets kinda heavy. Are you okay with..hearing all of that?”

You nodded. “Yes, babe. I am.”

“When I was—when I was the Winter Soldier, HYDRA would torture me. You know that. They’d…’punish’ and ‘train’ me in ways that..fucked me up. Clearly. One of those ways was through sex.” He admitted, fiddling with his hands.

Your mouth went dry. You didn’t really know what to say. Or to do, even. Did you comfort him? Say anything at all?

“I know you would never do that to me. I promise—I’m positive and comfortable in the fact that you wouldn’t ever do anything to me without my permission.” He assured you, making eye contact. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that I can say ‘no’ and can make my own decisions without any form of punishment.”

You nodded slowly.

“But it’s just—it’s hard, y’know? Like, how I get all..jumpy and ‘PTSD-y’ on the Fourth of July because of the fireworks. It’s like that, but with..sex, and being naked and stuff like that. It doesn’t have anything to do with the Fourth of July, just like it doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just..a thing that happens in those circumstances.” He explained. “I don’t—I’m sorry. I don’t want to be like this, I promise.”

You could see his nose was getting red and his eyes were beginning to water.

“I don’t want to be broken.” He blinked away some tears, wiping the ones that escaped his eyes with the side of his hand.

“Baby, no. Oh, baby. No, you’re not broken. Honey, you’re not. I promise.” You comforted. You opened your arms for a hug and he wrapped his arms around you.

When he was ready, he continued. “It was mostly men. There weren’t any women in HYDRA up until like..2010. But sometimes they’d sell me—and I mean literally sell me—off to certain powerful women for a variety of purposes. And I didn’t have a choice.” He murmured.

“I know, baby. It wasn’t your fault. None of that was ever your fault.” You said softly.

He nodded slowly. “I do..want that. I want to do that with you, it’s just—it’s hard.”

“I know. Thank you for telling me. And we can take it slow. And if you realize you’re not into it at all—no shame. No judgement. Not from me.” You promised.

He nodded. “Dr. Raynor—when she was my therapist she..she uh, pushed on the subject.” He confessed. Your brows furrowed.

“She what?”

“I was mad about it then. And I still think she could’ve gone about it in better ways, but she gave me something useful, so..at least there’s that.” He hummed. “She suggested showering and taking baths together. For..non-sexual intimacy.”

“You wanna try that?” You met his eyes, the beautiful blue eyes that captivated you.

He nodded slowly. “If you're comfortable with it, yeah.”

“Okay. We can try that, babe.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you.” He murmured. You’d heard him say it before, you’d worked your way up to it, but neither one of you really wanted to hold back that feeling from each other.

“I love you too. No matter what.” You swore.

A/n: two Oneshots on the same day? Shocking, I know. Really wanted to bring hydra trash party and reader insert fics together. This was low key inspired by me and an ex (we’re on good terms dw), and it feels very important to me.

Please reblog if you enjoyed!

Sequel here!

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[bruhnze]

Personal records 3 - Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze

A lot of anons helped me ideas to write this... i can't link all the asks rn, maybe i will do it later :), but special thanks to all!

Read before this one: part 1 - part 2

Summary: This is in an alternative universe where Ona and Lucy are not footballers. Lucy is a personal trainer, Ona is a buisnesswoman.

Wordcount: almost 20K as promised 😘(a little semi-goodbye present) semi - proofread :)

Warnings: MINORS DNI because this bitch is loaded with smut (feel free to skip this fic), read at own risk (but i made it cute too dw) and uhm, angst, is uhm, also present in this (teeny tiny bit).

Btw the consumerism and all the other unbelievably out of touch stuff in this is all for the plot, Lucy and Ona would never xx

PS. This is not written as good as i had hoped but at least it's something :)

Personal Records, the last part.

Saturday morning  - Ona’s Penthouse

Ona woke up with a smile, it was not something that happened often, but when she was captured in these big muscular arms, she just couldn’t help herself. She turned around in the embrace.

Until now, every time Ona and Lucy had slept together Ona had been the first one to be awake, leaving the bed as soon as she was up.

Now, she was staring directly into two beautiful big loving eyes ‘’aye good morning’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I didn’t know you were awake’’ she said with a happy smile.

‘’Good’’ Lucy smiled, Ona nearly melted as she heard the low morning voice coming from the English trainer, ‘’I didn’t want to wake you, you sounded so cute sleeping’’ Lucy said, pulling the smaller woman closer.

Before Ona even knew it, she had pressed her lips against Lucy’s.

Lucy grinned and kissed her back.

After a few moments the English woman pulled away with a chuckle, ‘’I thought you found morning breath disgusting?’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I do, but your hotness cancels it out’’ she said dreamily as she traced her fingertips along Lucy’s stomach.

‘’Ohhh I see’’ Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on top of her, placing her hands on the back of Ona’s thighs, ‘’so you didn’t think I was hot before then?’’ she asked with a playful pout.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’yeah I did, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself then’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek before pushing herself up, ‘’I didn’t want to admit I had a big old crush’’ she poked Lucy’s chest, ‘’on you’’.

Lucy grinned at the sight the Catalan had provided her, Ona was now straddling her hips, sitting on top of her in just her panties. Lucy couldn’t believe that if she played her cards right, this life could be hers forever.

‘’Hello?’’ Ona said as she waved infront of Lucy’s eyes, she pinched one of Lucy’s nipples.

‘’Ouch!’’ Lucy said as she snapped out of her dream, ‘’Ona!’’ she said as she took the Catalans hands, ‘’why did you do that?’’ she winched.

Ona shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’I just confessed that I have a crush on you and you didn’t even listen, you were dreaming’’.

‘’I am’’ Lucy said with a dopey smile, ‘’I am living a dream’’ Lucy said as she placed Ona’s hands back on her chest and traced Ona sides with her own.

She let her hands rest on Ona’s hips, ‘’so beautiful’’ she sighed, before looking back into the Catalans eyes, ‘’remember how I called you princess because you acted a bit… you know…princessy’’ she chuckled, ‘’but now I would like to reintroduce that nickname’’ she raised her eyebrow, ‘’if you don’t have to many bad memories about it’’.

‘’I don’t’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’don’t worry’’.

‘’Good, because you truly look like one, a beautiful princess’’ Lucy let her hands glide to Ona’s thighs, ‘’my beautiful princess’’.

Ona leaned down to kiss Lucy again, she could get used to mornings like these.

‘’Oh, and about that surprise’’ Ona awkwardly started as she suddenly started doubting the plans she had made for today, ‘’promise if you hate it, you will just tell me that and not break our- ‘’ she took a second to think, ‘’…situation, apart’’.

Lucy stayed silent for a moment but then she smiled, ‘’do you.. want to be my girlfriend?’’.

Ona stopped in her tracks, she couldn’t believe her ears, she leaned on Lucy with a smile and nodded, she was so happy ‘’yes’’.

‘’I know it’s a bit fast, but I figure as we are going to travel Europe together, we might as well be together too’’ Lucy said as she sat up.

Ona´s smile didn´t leave her face, ´´yeah, I like it, I like it a lot´´.

´´Good´´ Lucy said as she held Ona´s face, ´´and about the surprise… why so nervous?’’.

Ona gave Lucy a little kiss, ‘’well I didn’t use money, but I did use my connections’’.

Lucy lifted an eyebrow, ‘’I’m so curious what it is now’’ she said with a curious smile.

‘’Promise me that if you don’t like it we’ll just pretend I didn’t do it okay? Then I’ll just..’’ she thought hard about something she could do for Lucy, something that didn’t involve money, ‘’vacuum your house or something’’ she eventually came up with, thinking it was stupid but not knowing what else to say.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’wow, I would like that actually, maybe you can do that either way’’ ‘’but I promise I’ll like your surprise’’ she said as she wrapped her arms around Ona.

‘’How long do we have left before we need to go?’’ Lucy said in a seductive voice.

Ona chuckled and leaned over to the nightstand closest to her, she looked at Lucy’s phone, ‘’jeez, it’s 9:30 already, we should get ready’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’I just need 20 minutes’’ she said as she started kissing Ona’s neck.

Ona chuckled but pushed her away, ‘’I want to get there a bit early, and you need a training outfit by the way, do you have some at the gym or do we need to by your house?’’.

‘’I have things at my gym I can put on, the same outfit I give classes in, is that okay?’’ Lucy asked, now very intrigued at what the surprise could possibly be.

‘’Perfect’’ Ona smiled, ‘’do you want to shower with me?’’.

With a groan let Lucy fall herself back against the mattress, Ona looked at her confused, ‘’no?’’.

‘’You are so perfect’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’yes I want to shower with you, let’s shower together always’’.

Ona chuckled and shook her head, she liked that Lucy didn’t hold back her feelings anymore and felt contend enough with the situation to make comments like this, promises of many more days spend together. She hoped Lucy was the one, if their relationship could be like this forever, Ona was sure to die a happy woman.  

..

Saturday morning, 10:45 - Bronze Fitness Forge

‘’Well what is the surprise’’ Lucy asked with a smile as she had put her workout clothes on.

Ona had told Lucy she herself didn’t have to put on anything special, as she would just be watching, or not, whatever Lucy would prefer, ‘’okay’’ Ona sighed, ‘’I invited twelve people for a job interview today, two groups of six people for 2,5 hours’’ she inspected Lucy’s face, trying to read her expression, ‘’you can choose to not accept anyone as your follow up, but I thought I could help you search for some good contestants’’.

‘’Wow’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’I don’t know how to react, I mean, you did safe me a lot of work if the right person is in this group’’.

Ona finally dared to smile, ‘’I am happy that you don’t hate me for interfering with your business’’.

‘’hmm, well, you are keeping the decisions with me, you are just presenting options, arranging it on a Saturday is perfect too, not messing up my usual schedule, thank you, I can see you do it because you want to help me’’.

 Ona tilted her head, knowing Lucy had more to say.

‘’But I have a very high need to arrange everything concerning my gym independently’’ Lucy said carefully, ‘’this time it is okay, I’ll even thank you, because I think it’s sweet, but from here on on, I’ll do everything myself again, okay?’’.

Ona nodded slowly, knowing damn well she had done a way bigger thing too, but she would just have to make sure Lucy would never find that out. For extra security she had put the building on a empty holding she still had ‘laying around’, for taxes it was probably going to look a bit weird, but she didn’t want to risk Lucy seeing her company name, which was also her last name, in the email.

But for now she didn’t need to worry about that, as Lucy pulled her in for a kiss, ‘’thank you Ona’’.

..

Saturday afternoon, 17:38 - Bronze Fitness Forge

The day had been great, Lucy had actually like tree of the candidates, two of which would be directly available, so those two would immediately go work with Lucy from the following Monday, like an internship, so that she could decide who, or perhaps both, she could take on.

‘’I have to take my strong opinion back baby’’ Lucy said as she plopped down next to Ona on the bench in the dressing room, ‘’even though I’m very very tired right now, this was a great day, I don’t know where u got those candidates, but they were amazing’’.

‘’I’m glad’’ Ona said as she leant on Lucy’s shoulder, ‘’it was fun watching you hang around with them’’.

‘’Hanging out?’’ Lucy says, turning to Ona, resulting in her head to glide off her shoulder.

‘’Hey’’ Ona pouted, ‘’I was comfy’’.

Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on to her lap, ‘’aw, is my pretty little princess tired from watching me work?’’.

‘’Mhmm’’ Ona says as she leant in to kiss Lucy, ‘’and you kept me up a while tonight’’.

Lucy hummed in the kiss, laughing as she broke it, ‘’I didn’t hear you complaining then’’.

Ona shook her head, ‘’nuh-uh’’ ‘’and I’m still not complaining’’ she leant next to Lucy’s ear, ‘’maybe you even have some energy left to reward me for my good surprise?’’.

Lucy groaned and chuckled at the same time, ‘’you are impossible’’ she stood up carrying Ona, ‘’ofcourse I have energy left’’ she said as she pressed Ona against the wall, ‘’for you always’’.

‘’I just wanted a kiss’’ Ona chuckled, trying to lean in for a kiss.

‘’Oh’’ said Lucy as she pulled away and lowered Ona to the ground, ‘’I see, just a little kiss’’ she said as she gave the Catalan a gentle kiss, ‘’but really, thank you Ona’’ she said giving her another kiss, ‘’you saved me so much time and these were probably better candidates then I could’ve ever found’’.

Ona grinned, ‘’mhmm, I want to make your life as easy as you’ll let me, just draw your boundaries clearly’’.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’acts like these are fine’’ she shook her head, ‘’jeez, I can’t believe myself, I mean, an act like this, is amazing I appreciate it a lot, I just.. i can’t have you spending abnormal amounts of money on me’’.

‘’Abnormal is subjective’’ Ona said with a cheeky grin.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy said with a stern look, ‘’you know what I mean’’. ‘’And by the way, even though I probably have replacement now, I still have to look into my house and stuff, so I’m still not sure if I am able to fly with you to Italy’’.

Ona tilted her head, ‘’I have two thoughts about that’’ she said carefully.

‘’Okay, let me hear them’’ Lucy smiled as she gave Ona a kiss on her cheek, ‘’everything is up for discussion’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’perfect, I love good communication’’.

‘’Mhmm, good communication and honesty’’ Lucy said as her hands traveled to Ona’s hips, ‘’now what were your thoughts?’’ she smiled.

Ona scrunched her nose, ‘’I do have secrets for you’’ she said with an awkward smile.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’like this today?’’ she asked, planting another kiss on Ona’s cheek, ‘’or also other secrets?'’ she joked.

‘’Mhm, also other secrets, but enough about that, you were talking about renting out your house, no?’’ Ona said as she buried her hand in Lucy’s hair, who had travelled to burry her face in Ona’s neck in the meantime. ‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’yes’’.

‘’Well’’ Ona said, ‘’don’t you want to keep it empty’’ a small groan left her throat as Lucy reached a sensitive spot in her neck, ‘’so you can always come back to your own, empty, house if you feel the need, and maybe offer your family the option to use it as a London get away, uhm, I mean, I don’t know where they live, but assuming they don’t live here’’.

Lucy stopped kissing Ona and faced her, ‘’yeah, they live outside of London, but you know why I need to rent it out right?’’.

Ona tilted her head and pressed another kiss to Lucy’s mouth, ‘’how much have you left then?’’.

Lucy looked at the shorter woman, ‘’what?’’.

‘’You are talking about a mortgage right?’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy said with a weird smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

No it was Ona’s turn to be confused ‘’what?’’ she asked.

‘’You’re so smart baby, I get amazed by it again and again’’.

‘’Oh please’’ Ona chuckled as she slightly blushed from the praise, she couldn’t help it, normally she didn’t need other peoples comments to make her feel good, but with Lucy she just couldn’t get enough of it ‘’so how much is it?’’.

‘’20.000’’ Lucy said as she looked at the ground, ‘’with 2,8% interest’’.

‘’Oh Luce’’ Ona said as she soothed her hands along the pumped biceps, ‘’I know you will hate me for saying this but..’’ she held Lucy’s face and tilted her chin to make her look at her, ‘’but that’s not even bad Lucy’’ she chuckled, ‘’and I would love to solve it for you’’ she said as she captured Lucy’s bottom lip between her own.

Lucy almost got lost in the kiss but shook her head and pulled away, ‘’no I can’t Ona, I would love to be able to not rent it out, but I am planning on paying the mortgage with that and then it will solve itself’’.

‘’Really it’s okay’’ Ona said as she ran her hands along Lucy’s arms, ‘’for me it is the same as giving you a present’’.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’it’s 20.000 quid, it’s maybe nothing to you, but it’s a big deal to me’’.

Ona nodded, ‘’it is something to me, it’s money I don’t use that I can put to good use, helping someone who deserves it’’.

Lucy nodded, ‘’I appreciate that,’’ she looked at Ona with a sincere smile ‘’but I don’t want to be a good cause to you’’.

The Catalan thought about those words for a second before she replied.

A big smile pulled on her lips, ‘’a loan!’’ she cheered, ‘’ I’ll lend it to you, same thing as with the bank, only thing is you can now choose how or when you want to pay me back, giving you a bit of room to breathe’’ she exclaimed, talking as if she had just done a history changing discovery. 

Lucy scrunched her nose, she didn’t know what to do or how to reply.

Ona chuckled and put her hand underneath Lucy’s shirt, ‘’we can also keep the interest’’, she kissed Lucy ‘’I like the idea of it taking as long as possible, it means that I’ll have you around longer’’.

Lucy groaned playfully as she pushed Ona deeper against the wall, burying her face in her neck and pressing their hips against eachother, ‘’you’ll have me around either way Ona’’ she hummed.

The shorter woman smiled as she took one of Lucy’s hands, ‘’I love the sound of that’’ she said as she kissed Lucy, to the extent that was possible, ‘’now do you want to know how much I loved watching you today?’’ she asked cheekily.

The English woman suppressed a moan as Ona guided her hand below her skirt, feeling the damp panties.

Ona grinned as she leaned against Lucy, ‘’hmm feel that? all because you look so fucking sexy in your sleeveless top’’ she purred, trying not to get lost in the feeling that shot through her at the way Lucy teasingly slid her fingers along her clothed core.

Lucy pulled her hand away and took a step back, making Ona whine.

‘’One sec baby’’ Lucy chuckled as she pulled her top off, after that she stepped back to Ona and pulled her skirt up to just below her boobs, ‘’now’’ she said she reached for Ona’s panties and pulled them down, ‘’you will need to hold on tight’’.

Ona nodded as she stepped out of her underwear, ‘’what are you going to—ahhh’’ she yelped as Lucy lifted her into the air on her shoulder, her core already making contact with Lucy’s face, she quickly caught Lucy’s head to steady herself, but as she got pressed against the wall again, she already felt much more stable.

She felt Lucy’s grin against her, ‘’sorry, in my head this was way smoother’’ a muffled voice sounded from between her legs. Ona groaned as the vibration of her words prickling her center, ‘’mh, you were very smooth Luce, I haven’t fell to the ground’’.

Lucy chuckled and with her hands she tried to push away the bit of skirt that was still hindering her, Ona helped her, tucking the front of her skirt under the waistband, and then she put her hand on the back of Lucy head, pulling the English woman against her.

With a smile Lucy flattened her tongue against the Catalan, Lucy was amazed at how easy this was, her weight training surely paid off, or the business woman didn’t actually weigh a thing, or maybe it was both or maybe she was so incredibly turned on that she had gained superpowers. A loud moan pulled her from her train of thoughts ‘’fuck Lucy’’ Ona cried out, only now Lucy realized how eagerly she’d been lapping at the woman. She could get lost between Ona’s legs for hours, but she needed her to actually feel good too, so she did her best to smoothly transition in to a more, pleasing and enjoyable approach.

‘’Fuck baby’’ Ona said, pulling at the roots of Lucy’s hair, ‘’making me feel so good’’.

Lucy squeezed the flesh from Ona’s thighs at those words, she redirected her tongue to Ona’s clit.

Ona whined as the taller woman pressed her talented tongue against her swollen bud, she had never met a woman that could manipulate in her tongue in a way as the English women could. It was like Ona could feel the tide of an ocean again her bundle of nerves, so soft but yet so deliberate, it indescribable, Lucy’s strong muscle working better then the most expensive sex toy Ona owned.

It didn’t take long for Ona’s thighs to start crushing Lucy’s head, the Spaniard unable to control the way her muscles jerked.

Ona clawed at the clothing hooks on the wall but just couldn’t reach them.

Lucy’s jaw was aching but she didn’t dare halter her performance as she noticed Ona struggling, instead she easily moved them over to the left.

Just as Ona reached out to the rack and grabbed to brace herself for her oncoming climax, Lucy moaned against Ona’s core as the grip on her hair tightened, making Ona shiver from the sensation it shot up her spine and grabbed even harder onto the fist of hair she held.

The English woman could feel her own pussy clench as she heard Ona’s moans as she got send over the edge.

Softly Lucy helped her girlfriend through her high and after that she gently lowered herself so Ona could stand on steady ground again.

Lucy chuckled as she saw Ona standing there, being held up by her, a light shake in her legs.

‘’God’’ Ona breathed, ‘’how are you so amazing with your tongue’’.

The taller woman leaned in to kiss Ona’s neck, ‘’and this time I did make you come with only my tongue’’.

Ona let out a shaky laugh ‘’do you work out that muscle too or something?’’.

‘’No, not really’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’but I got a great exercise for that actually’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s bottom lip.

‘’hm?’’ Ona said, not yet having come down from her high, ‘’what is it?’.

‘’It’s called tongue wrestling’’, Lucy chuckled, ‘’I want you to taste yourself’’ she groaned as she rested her forehead against Ona’s.

Ona chuckled, ‘’wow, what are we, twelve?’’.

Lucy looked at Ona cheekily, a smug smile pulling at her face.

Ona shook her head with a disgusted face ‘’don’t-‘’

‘’-okay I won’t’’, Lucy chuckled, ’’only because jokes like that are gross and I don’t kiss woman that are below the age of 25’’.

Ona shook her head, ‘’well, good thing I am 25 and two months, because I didn’t want to miss this for the world’’ she grinned as she hooked her arms around Lucy’s neck, ‘’I can’t get enough of it’’ she whispered just before connecting their lips again.

..

Saturday evening - Ona’s penthouse

They had showered and put on some nice clothes, Lucy was wearing something a bit tight, as she was wearing something that came from the Catalans closet, but she didn’t really mind.

‘’What shall we do this evening princess?’’ Lucy said as she walked into the bathroom were Ona was applying some mascara.

Ona grinned as she looked at Lucy, ‘’the first thing that came to mind was repeating what you just did in that dressing room’’ she shook her head as she watched her reflection in the mirror again, ‘’but I also thought of the idea to go into the city, shop around a bit, look for a nice restaurant to eat’’.

Lucy wrapped herself around the Spaniard from behind, watching Ona as she rested her chin on her shoulder, ‘’aren’t you satisfied yet?’’ she teased, after which she gave a soft kiss to Ona’s neck, ‘’but that sounds fun baby, I want to walk around in London holding hands with you’’ she said.

Ona melted at the adorable smile Lucy wore, ‘’can I buy you some fitting clothes then?’’ she pouted.

The English woman chuckled as she inhaled Ona’s scent and buried her face in the crook of her neck, ‘’fine’’ she sighed, ‘’but we can also just stop by my house for a sec and pack a bag’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ Ona hummed, ‘’pack a bag? are you planning on staying?’’.

‘’mhmm’’ Lucy hummed in agreement, ‘’someone just told me they’re not satisfied yet, and I can’t leave my girlfriend alone until she completely satisfied’’.

Ona almost moaned at the promise of the words Lucy spoke, ‘’mmhhmm, but now we have to go, before the stores are closed’’.

..

Saturday night – Ona’s penthouse

‘’I loved the restaurant Lucy, I’d never been there’’ ‘’and thank you for paying, that was really sweet’’ Ona said as she plopped on the couch, ‘’I am so tired’’ she sighed and closed her eyes.

When it stayed quiet for a minute and she didn’t hear a response from Lucy, she opened one eye.

Infront of her stood Lucy, dressed in one of her new outfits, watching her.

‘’Huh?’’ Ona said, now opening her other eye as well.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’don’t mock me Ona’’.

‘’Huh?’’ Ona said again, sincerely confused ‘’mock?’’.

‘’You say thanks for paying, but I payed for a meal that was cheaper then this belt’’ Lucy said frustrated, pointing at her new belt.

Ona sat up, ‘’baby come here’’ she said tapping the spot next to her.

Lucy sighed and took place next to her.

‘’It’s about the thought, I thought it was very cute you decided where we were going to eat, then you told me facts about the restaurant and chose two dishes we could share’’ she looked at Lucy who was coming closer now, ‘’which were delicious by the way’’ she kissed Lucy’s hand before placing it on her leg, ‘’and then you said that you went to the bathroom, we finished our drinks and we could just go’’ Ona smiled, ‘’because you secretly payed’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek, ‘’such a gentlewoman, I felt like a princess’’.

Lucy blushed, ‘’I’m sorry’’ she muttered, watching the carpet, that was suddenly very interesting, she could feel her cheeks heat up from embarrassment at her childish feelings.

‘’Hey’’ Ona said as her lips brushed against Lucy’s ear, ‘’I don’t care about the clothes we bought or how much anything costs, truly, it is all about the gesture to me’’ she whispered, ‘’how about you rip these stupid clothes of off me’’.

Ona grinned as she saw Lucy swallow hard, ‘’come on baby, do it’’ she spurred the woman on.

Lucy turned to Ona, looking at her with a preoccupied gaze.

‘’What is it Luce?’’ Ona asked with a tilted head, ‘’tell me’’.

‘’I don’t know if I can be…. a gentlewoman… if we-‘’ Lucy swallowed the rest of the sentence. 

Ona had the fight her eyes the keep the from rolling back, ‘’fuck’’ she breathed, ‘’then don’t Lucy, please’’ she groaned, ‘’fuck me like you want too’’ she declared in a husk voice.

Lucy stared at her intensely, ‘’are you sure baby, i-‘’.

Ona nodded eager, and climbed on Lucy’s lap to prove her point, ‘’make me yours Luce’’.

Now it was Lucy who had to keep herself in check and suppressed the moan that formed in her gut, ‘’fuck Ona’’ she said, almost a bit dreadful.

‘’I am serious Lucy’’ Ona said kissing along Lucy’s neck, up to her ear, ‘’fuck me like you mean it, show me how much you hate my spoiled side’’.

‘’I don’t’’ Lucy groaned and let her head fell back as Ona licked skin.

‘’It’s okay baby’’ Ona groaned, ‘’prove me you’re the one in control’’ she added with a slight tease in her voice, ‘’even though you’re wearing clothes I payed for’’.

Lucy didn’t need to hear more, with scary ease she stood up with Ona clinging around her, she took one of the paper shopping bags with her, and walked towards the bedroom.

With controlled force she threw Ona onto the bed, ‘’I’m going to fuck you so hard’’ Lucy groaned. Ona moaned as her back hit the mattress, ‘’using a dick you payed for’’ she said as she leant to hover over the Catalan, ‘’and I’m going to make you beg for me’’ she grazed her teeth along Ona’s neck, ‘’begging me to ruin you’’.

Ona whimpered as she dropped her head further back, giving Lucy access to more surface of her neck to mark.

‘’Or maybe I’ll just give you nothing’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’that would be something new for you, hm?’’ she teased, ‘’has anyone ever denied you anything princess?’’.

Ona disagreed with a humming sound, ‘’n-no’’ she said, ‘’don’t give me nothing’’ Ona whined, as she tried to pull Lucy back, who was standing up.

Lucy tutted, ‘’look, there we have it already’’ she said while shaking her head and unbuckled her belt, ‘’new rule, you can’t touch me’’ she grinned, ‘’unless I say so’’.

The Catalan groaned and let her head drop with closed eyes.

‘’Princess?’’ Lucy said in a teasing high-pitched voice, ‘’are you paying attention?’’.

Ona turned her head, still resting on the bed, ‘’maybe’’ she said with a grin, ‘’or maybe you should teach me a lesson’’.

‘’Oh you can be sure of that’’ Lucy groaned through her gritted teeth.

Lucy pulled her belt out of pants in one fluent motion. She grinned as she saw Ona swallow hard and promised she wouldn’t use it to spank her, at least not for now.

‘’But thanks for the idea princess’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’I’ll make sure to remember it if you’re not being good’’.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined, desperate for the English woman to do something about the heat that’s forming between her legs.

Lucy kneeled on the bed, ‘’what wrong baby?’’ she mocked, ‘’taking too long?’’.

Ona nodded and pulled Lucy closer. Making the taller woman chuckle, ‘’you broke the rule already’’ she leant down to Ona’s ear, ‘’now I’m going to tie you up’’.

Before Ona knew it Lucy had caught both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, the belt she had just taken out of her pants, was now being formed into handcuffs by Lucy, but not yet putting it on.

Lucy leaned down again and softly kissed Ona’s lips, momentarily breaking her act, whispering, ‘’if it hurts you need to tell me’’ and gave her another kiss, ‘’if you’re uncomfy too’’.

‘’Promise?’’ she asked, when Ona didn’t reply.

‘´I will Luce, I trust you’’ Ona said, voice thick from being so turned on.

‘’Mkay’’ Lucy said, with one more kiss, ‘’and I don’t think you’re actually spoiled, you just act like a brat sometimes’’.

A mischievous grin appeared on Ona’s face.

‘’Shut up’’ Lucy warned, ‘’I don’t need to be riled up more’’.

‘’So how long until you will fuck me with my cock?’’ she said emphasizing she was the one who payed for it.

Lucy bit back a growl, swallowing the way she wanted to tell Ona she’ll know who’s cock it was when she was done with her. Instead she laid the DIY handcuffs besides them on the bed and gently started unbuttoning Ona’s top.

‘’I gave you permission to rip it you know’’ Ona provoked, ‘’I promise I won’t make you pay it back’’ she added with a teasing lilt in her voice, ‘’just rip it off’’ she reared Lucy up.

Lucy grinned as she helped Ona out of the blouse, leaving her in just her bra.

‘’You got expensive taste right?’’ Lucy said smugly, as she bundled the blouse, ‘’well, open up’’ she said, holding the satin blouse infront of Ona’s face, ‘’lets shut up that pretty little mouth of yours, all I hear is nonsense’’.

Reluctantly Ona took the expensive fabric between her teeth.

‘’That´s a good girl’’ Lucy grinned, moving to put the belt around Ona’s hands.

Ona couldn’t ignore the way the little praise made her pussy flutter, she hated that Lucy had this effect on her, she didn’t want to be wrapped around someone’s finger like that, or maybe she did want be wrapped around Lucy’s fingers. She groaned into the fabric in her mouth as Lucy tightened the band around her wrists, she probably looked crazy right now, laying on the bed half dressed, half like she was kidnapped, but she couldn’t deny this was all on free will. Enjoying it even.

‘’Just snap your fingers if you want me to stop’’ Lucy said in a dark voice looking into Ona’s eyes, digging her fingers into the Catalans trousers, ‘’or is that too confusing for you, as it’s something you usually do to make things happen?’’.

Ona didn’t find it confusing, but she did think Lucy was talking way too much. She lifted her hips to give Lucy access to remove her bottoms. Leaving her, now only in her bra, laying on the bed with her legs spread, arms up and mouth stuffed.

Lucy leaned down and planted a few kisses to Ona’s stomach, almost she forgot her mission, getting lost in the way Ona whimpered as she grazed her lips along the lightly freckled soft skin of Ona’s tummy, but she tore herself away and stepped out of bed. Leaving a whiny Ona behind.

She took the carton bag and turned around one more time, seeing Ona’s already flushed cheeks Lucy bit back a chuckle. She liked the way Ona seemed to get easier and easier for her, the way a simple suggestive gesture got Ona melting for her made her feel wanted and hot, she loved it. It was way better then the cold Ona she had worked with that first night they slept together.

In the bathroom Lucy quickly got undressed.

After she had cleaned the new strap they had bought this afternoon, she walked back in to the room.

She stared directly into two desperate eyes and when she let her eyes roam further along Ona’s body she noticed her wantingly rubbing her legs together, yearning for some relief.

‘’Missed me?’’ Lucy grinned, walking towards Ona with the rubber attachment standing proudly between her legs.

Ona nodded eagerly, producing sounds muffled by the fabric in her mouth.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy said, climbing over Ona, ‘’I can’t hear you, but that’s my own fault I guess’’ she chuckled and pulled the blouse out of the Catalans mouth, ‘’I’ll keep it close for if you need it again’’ she whispered in Ona’s ear, resulting in the skin of her neck prickling with goosebumps.

‘’Missed me?’’ she tried again, hovering dangerously close above Ona’s mouth.

‘’y-yeah’’ Ona said breathlessly, subconsciously leaning up to kiss Lucy.

Lucy kept the kiss superficial and short, chuckling as she pulled away. ‘’Yeah?’’ she asked, sitting back on her knees and pushing Ona’s legs apart, ‘’I can see’’ she grinned, letting her eyes glance Ona’s center.

Ona’s legs twitched at Lucy’s words. Her breath quickened as Lucy let a finger slide teasingly close to her core, purposefully avoiding it.

‘’please’’.

Lucy’s head cocked up with a grin, hearing the whiny begging voice coming from the Spaniard ‘’already?’’ Lucy grinned and now ran two fingers along Ona’s wetness ‘’please what princess?’’.

Ona whimpered, ‘’mpf’’ she whined as Lucy barely dipped inside with the top of one finger.

Lucy collected some of Ona’s wetness and traced it up towards her clit, careful to give no pressure to the bud.

‘’please luce’’.

With a smug grin Lucy climbed up to hover over Ona, making her able to look in to the eyes of the Catalan, ‘’I don’t understand’’ Lucy teased, before she started licking and sucking Ona’s neck, ‘’please what?’’.

She held herself up again, facing her girlfriend. With her right hand she guided the strap to lay against Ona’s center, gently starting to grind the length alongst her wet lips.

‘’I want…’’ Ona muttered – closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she felt the head of the rubber cock rub against her, ‘’Luce’’ she groaned.

‘’Mhmmm’’ Lucy groaned, continuing her attack on Ona’s neck, ‘’want or need princess?’’. 

‘’Fot-me’’ (fuck me) Ona moaned as her back arched from the bed when a shiver shot through her, ‘’need you Lucy’’ she cried, desperate to be filled.

Lucy teased the head of her rubber cock between Ona’s lips and gently dipped in lightly, before disappearing all together.

Ona looked up, confused at what was happening, only to be met with a grinning Lucy.

‘’C’mere’’ Lucy said, signaling Ona to crawl towards her ‘’think you need to get this ready, hm, show me how much you need me then’’ Lucy said, gathering Ona’s hair in a make shift ponytail with her fist.

Ona bended down and steadied herself with her cuffed wrists against Lucy thighs as she took the fake cock on her tongue, it was already wet, she could taste herself, it made her groan as she closed her lips around the rubber and slowly lowered her head.

Lucy groaned at the sight in front of her, ´´good job baby, love seeing you work for it´´, Ona moaned while bobbing her head on her rubber cock, with her ass sticking up in the air. The taller woman leaned forward a bit and grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh before placing an experimental slap, earning an appreciative groan from the Catalan. Lucy grinned at the sounds and smacks her ass another time, this time less gentle.

She lets Ona’s hair go and signals her its enough, but making her stay in the position she’s in. She on the other hand, kneed over to take position behind the shorter woman.

´´Ready to work some more?’’ Lucy teasingly said as she ran her hand over Ona’s lower back, sliding the wetted cock along her core, before pressing the tip against her entrance, ‘’I can’t hear you baby’’ Lucy grinned as the woman below her seemed to not be able to form words.

‘’Yes’’ Ona groaned into the bedsheet where she had planted her face.

‘’Mkay, make yourself sweat baby’’ Lucy said as she slightly leaned forward, pressing just the tip inside.

It was a difficult position for Ona to grind down on Lucy with a good rhythm, frustrated about how difficult it was Ona grabbed the sheet for more resistance. Lucy was amazed at how desperate Ona danced down on her dick, she hadn’t even warmed to woman up too much, but the wet sounds that filled the air were proving just how ready the Catalan was for her.

‘’Aw is it so hard baby?’’ Lucy asked as she heard Ona’s frustrated whines, ‘’tuff to do hard work huh?’’.

She stepped back, leaving Ona to hump against thin air.

Ona turned her head and send Lucy a pleading look, ‘’Luce?’’ she whined, whimpering at the sudden empty feeling.

Lucy grinned mischievously, ‘’you can’t always get what you want princess’’ she cooed, ‘’even if you work really hard for it’’ she teased, sending her another smug smile as she looked at Ona laying in this degrading position on the bed.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined in frustration, now sitting up ‘’please’’.

‘’Of course I will get this belt off of you’’ Lucy said, as if that was what Ona had meant with her pleading.

‘’No!’’

A unbelievably dirty smile played across Lucy’s mouth, ‘’no?’’ she teased, ‘’want to keep your cuffs on?’’ she threw her hands up, ‘’okay’’.

‘’No’’ Ona cried out and shook her head vigorously, ‘’I meant something else, please fuck me Luce’’.

‘’You don’t want me to undo that belt?’’ Lucy teased.

Ona shrugged, ‘’whatever you want Lucy, I want to do what you want me to’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy smiled as she began to remove the belt, ‘’I was just teasing princess, but good to know’’ she kissed Ona’s wrists tenderly, ‘’and ofcourse I’m going to fuck you hard, I promised, didn’t I’’. ‘’The only thing is, I just realized, I haven’t tasted you yet and you have, so lay on your back for me hmm’’. She kissed Ona teasingly, playing with her lips between her teeth, ‘’are you going to be good and let me taste you?’’.

Ona nodded furiously and went to lay back in the middle of the bed, being sure to hold her legs apart for Lucy. Lucy smiled as she lowered herself between the Catalans legs, ‘’such a good girl’’ she cooed, looking at Ona’s wet core, ‘’you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?’’.

Ona’s center clenched at the praising words, ‘’I’m so wet for you’’ she whined, holding her legs tighter as a distraction for the urge she had to grab Lucy face and push it against her. 

‘’Such a good girl’’, Lucy moaned, feeling Ona clench. ‘’You like that hmm, being my good girl’’ Lucy smirked, feeling her clench again, ‘’you taste so good’’ she said, trying to test her theory, and like clockwork, again Ona’s body reacted to the praise.

After eating the Spaniard out not with the intention to make her come but groaning appreciatively at her taste, Lucy climbed up again, making Ona tasted herself on her tongue. It was one of her favorite things to do.

When she pulled away she smiled at the dazed look on Ona’s face, ‘’you look so good beautiful’’ Lucy cooed as she shifted their bottom half’s, ‘’you want to be such a good girl for me, don’t you?’’ she said kissing Ona’s neck, whispering in her ear, ‘’and I’m already taking such good care of you, aren’t I’’ ‘’can’t get enough of me hmm?’’ Lucy said as she again teased her cock along Ona’s lips.

Ona groaned, her hips buckled of the bed, pressing against Lucy ‘’please Luce, you can fuck me so good’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy groaned as she gently pressed herself inside, feeling barely any resistance she hummed in Ona’s neck, ‘’fuck’’ ‘’you’re made for me, already taking me so well’’.

As Lucy started pumping in to the Catalans wetness she dropped her head back, her eyes rolled in their sockets as Ona clawed at Lucy’s back, the feeling of her tight back muscles impossibly turning her on even more.

Lucy pushed herself up as she rhythmically started rolling her hips faster and faster, looking at the woman below her, taking her so good. She stared between their hips and was mesmerized by the wetness, Ona’s juices even dripping off the base of the strap she was wearing, God, the woman was indescribable.

She slowly haltered as an idea popped in her head, Ona looked up with an already blown out face, she looked questioning. ‘’Feels good?’’ Lucy asked, running her hands along Ona’s thighs.

Ona nodded, ‘’so good’’ she said, not daring to give commands to the woman, but she hoped Lucy could just continue.

Lucy gently pulled out and reached for the pillow from under Ona’s head, ‘’let me make it even better for you, you’re being so good for me’’.

The Catalan couldn’t stifle her moan as she lifted her butt with shaky legs from the bed, allowing Lucy to put the pillow under her hips.

With once more a little teasing, Lucy finally entered the Spaniards’ warm wetness again, she watched Ona’s face closely as she pushed herself inside excruciatingly slow.

Ona’s head laid flat on the mattress and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

‘’Hey, let me hear you baby’’ Lucy cooed against Ona’s cheek, ‘’I love the sounds you make’’ she upped her pace, the sounds of their skin making contact again and again now filled the room, ‘’or do I need to work harder for my princess’’ she teased, ‘’I’m not going hard enough hm?’’.

Ona wasn’t sure if Lucy was really addressing her or if she was giving herself a weird kind off peptalk, but she didn’t care either way, the way Lucy was thrusting into her with measured force, the way her gaze was focused on her tits, bouncing from the way she was getting fucked into the mattress, Ona couldn’t think clear anymore, the only thing on her mind was Lucy and how good she could make her feel.

Lucy looked up to see Ona’s brows furrow lightly, but she couldn’t stop, the way the base of her strap rubbed perfectly against her felt way too good, ‘’what is it princess’’ Lucy asked, hoping Ona wasn’t in any kind off discomfort.

‘’i-im’’ Ona’s eyes rolled back with a moan, ‘’luce, feels so good’’ she moaned, desperately clinging onto her, afraid she was going to leave.

The English woman grinned and made sure to keep her rhythm up as she took Ona’s right hand to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers, before redirecting her hand to play with her own clit.

She leaned down to Ona’s chest, taking her nipple in to her mouth and caressing the other with her hand.

Ona felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she took in all the different ways her body was being stimulated, when Lucy started thrusting in to her even faster, she felt her orgasm approaching, not to be stopped.

As she got pressed against the mattress deeper and deeper Ona couldn’t control the sounds she made, with every thrust a sound escaped her ‘’uh uhhfuckk’’ she moaned as she got pounded closer and closer towards the headboard.

Lucy couldn’t suppress a moan now, she was nearly coming undone herself. The way Ona took her so well, clenching her walls around her rubber cock at every little praise. Laying down on the bed as beautiful as she is.

Various sounds filled the room, Ona’s high pitched moans, Lucy’s low groans joined the chime of filthy sounds coming from the place their bodies connected.

With loud a peak in decibels, they both tumbled over the edge. Drowning in the waves of pleasure that took over their bodies.

Without having control over her body, Lucy’s butt clenched, as it felt like she just had came inside of Ona, with tensed up muscles she tried to ride them both through their highs, resulting in gentle shuddering thrusts.

Ona’s whole body relaxed into the mattress, her eyes fell closed as she could hear nothing but her loud pounding heartbeat and the blood that was rushing through her ears.

With a deep sigh Lucy collapsed on top off Ona, having still just enough conscience to do carefully so.

It took a while before Ona could open her eyes, they had both caught their breath and Lucy laid with her face in the crook of Ona's neck.

Ona started playing with the English woman’s hair, occasionally letting her fingertips run across her shoulders and back.

Lucy eventually seemed to come back to the here and now as well, she groaned as she nuzzled herself deeper against Ona’s skin, taking in the smell she had grown to love.

She smiled as she realized she truly did feel in love with the woman.

‘’Ona’’ she said, coming out a bit hoars, she cleared her throat ‘’I hope I wasn’t mean to you’’.

Ona smiled as she heard Lucy speak, ‘’no, I thought you were very mild’’ she chuckled, ‘’if I were you I hadn’t taken the cuffs off and the blouse in my mouth, damn’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’you were so hot’’.

Lucy chuckled, happy that Ona had enjoyed this. Even though it was clear they both had enjoyed this a lot. ‘’Would it be too early for me to say that I love you?’’ Lucy said in a joking way, but being very serious.

The Catalan scratched the top Lucy’s head, ‘’no’’ she chuckled, ‘’I was waiting for that actually, so I could say it too’’.

‘’I love you’’ Lucy said, pressing soft kisses against Ona’s neck, ‘’and I love when you say please’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I love you too Lucy, ‘’and you’re the only one in the world I want to say please to’’.

Lucy shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’oh Ona, what should i do with you’’ she said in a joking desperate tone.

The smaller woman chuckled, ‘’I know some things’’.

Lucy sat up, leaning back, carefully and slowly pulling out of Ona, shaking her head ‘’I can’t believe you, how can you be so insatiable?’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’it’s your own fault’’ she traced her fingers along Lucy’s biceps, ‘’you’re just so hot’’.

As Lucy was at the tip of the strap, almost completely pulled out and watched Ona’s cum pooling at her entrance, she gently pressed herself in a bit back ‘’we should stop’’ she said, not planning to do that at all, ‘’I’ve never had so much sex in my life, I feel like a rabbit’’.

Ona clenched her walls, desperate to keep Lucy close, she groaned ‘’what was that thing about breaking records?’’.

..

Two weeks later – Ona’s house in Rome

Yesterday the tree women had landed in the beautiful, but most importantly nicely temperatured Italy.

In this place Ona did have a car, two to be exact, she had a couple living on her terrain all year around to keep the place looking like it belonged in a fairytale, the couple lived in a house on the edge of her estate, but they were aloud to use all the facilities they took care off.

One of the women had picked them up from the airport yesterday and as always when she came back to this house she fell completely in love again. She loved the greenery and appreciated the women for taking such good care of it.

Lucy had gone a bit quiet since arriving and in the evening, after they had eaten with the five of them, Ona had asked her to go on a little walk with her.

They had talked a lot these last weeks, Ona had eventually been allowed to lend Lucy the money for her mortgage, with interest, and Lucy had done everything she needed to do to be able to leave England with a clean slate.

She appreciated Ona’s help, she did, it was just so inapprehensible to her to be able to live like this.

But their love only grew more and more, so Lucy couldn’t really think too much about it. Her mind was preoccupied with the beautiful woman she now called hers.

In London, Ona had lived with her for most days, as Sophia used Ona’s apartment. In this mansion, Sophia lived on the other wing of the house.

It was a good thing because Ona seemed to be insatiable.

After their first day, where Sophia and Ona had done some work, Lucy had hung around the pool mostly, she felt a bit guilty for not working when the others were, but Ona had encouraged her to relax, saying that she could use this week as a vacation.

Every once in a while, when Ona walked outside taking a phone call, she had send Lucy a wink, making the English woman smile. Ona was not only a very good business woman, she also looked very hot being one.

This day came to an end with Ona heading back to bed early, claiming she was tired.

Lucy had given her a kiss and stayed down, chatting with Sophia. Ona thought it was cute the way their bond had developed, they shared the same (English) humor and when they were really in a silly mood, Ona sometimes couldn’t even follow what was being said as their accents were so thick.

But now she didn’t like that Lucy had stayed downstairs, she didn’t want to be obvious so she had just agreed with her, saying goodnight, but she actually wasn’t really tired.

So Ona texted her.

@ Ona Batlle: i miss u

She waited 5 minutes a long time and still didn’t get a reply. So Ona figured Lucy needed a reason to come back to bed. She put on an olive green set of lingerie and stood infront of the full length mirror in her wardrobe. After striking a few different poses, she found the one she felt hottest in and made a cheeky picture, being sure to crop out her head before sending it to her lover.

@ Ona Batlle: *picture*

@ Ona Batlle: I miss u

@ Ona Batlle: come to bed?

@ Ona Batlle: I miss u ☹

@ Ona Batlle: lucy

-----

As Lucy was laughing with Sophia about something from a tv show they both watched, she felt her phone hysterically buzzing in her pocket.

Sophia got up to refill her wine glass, ‘’do you want another glass too?’’ the PA asked.

Lucy choked on air as she opened the picture that had been send to her.

‘’Are you alright?’’ Sophia chuckled, a little intoxicated from the wine they had been drinking. It was Friday night and Sophia had enjoyed the evening they had been having, so she had let loose a little.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’but I’m good on the wine, I think I have had enough’’ she said, smiling at Soph.

Sophia leaned on the back rest of the chair she was standing behind, ‘’awww come on Luce, you sure you don’t want one more?’’.

Lucy chuckled about the state of the woman infront of her, she was happy she could handle her alcohol better, she rarely got drunk, ‘’tomorrow evening we can do this again’’ she laughed, ‘’but Ona just texted me she has a bit of a headache, so I am going to bring her some medicine’’.

‘’The Advil is in the kitchen, don´t forget water’’ Sophia slurred, ´´It´s cute it´s your job now´´ she laughed.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy chuckled, ´´I’m happy to take those kind of things over from you´´.

Sophia suddenly broke out in a loud chuckle, ‘’aww what would little Ona do without us’’ she shook her head, ‘’I love the woman, but sometimes I can’t understand how such a smart woman can be so dumb with things’’ Sophia murmured as she started walking towards ‘her’ staircase.

‘’She really is a smart woman’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’and if you are a smart woman too, you drink some water before sleeping, safes you from a headache tomorrow’’.

‘’Hey Luce’’ Sophia said, turning around.

‘’Hmm?’’ Lucy hummed, as she was clearing the coffee table.

‘’I love you too you know’’ Sophia chuckled, ‘’I have never seen Ona more happy’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’thank you Soph, and know that Ona appreciates you a lot, you make her life so much easier, she says it every day to me’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Sophia said with a glossy smile, ‘’wish her well for me, hope her headache stops’’.

‘’Goodnight Soph’’. With that Lucy rushed to the kitchen and dropped everything there, before running up the stairs, without Advil or water. 

----

‘’Took you long enough’’ Ona said from her position on the bed, she laid on her front, leaning on her elbows, doing something on her phone.

‘’I- ‘’ Lucy tried to form a sentence but she got distracted by Ona’s perfect ass, laying perfectly on display, barely covered in the green lace, ‘’Soph’’ she offered as explanation for her delay.

Ona sat up with a chuckle, ‘’soph?’’.

‘’Uh’’ Lucy shook her head as to regain her conscience, ‘’uhm, yeah, I send Soph to bed, told her you had a headache, she was pretty drunk by the way don’t know if she- ‘’ she cleared her throat, ‘’but anyway, I’m here now’’ she said in a happy voice, ‘’hadn’t expected such a text, as you said you were tired’’.

The Catalan stood up to make her way towards Lucy, as the English woman wasn’t getting closer to her, ‘’do you expect me to be able to sleep after you hang around half naked all day?’’ she said in a playful tone.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’do you want me to use clothes in the pool tomorrow?’’ she joked back, as she took Ona in her arms.

‘’Nuh uh’’ Ona shook her head as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, ‘’no, but I do want you now’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck, ‘’it was very distracting seeing you laying there all sexy’’ she pouted.

Lucy grinned, ‘’distracting huh?’’ she said, holding Ona’s wrists, pushing her towards the bed, ‘’maybe you shouldn’t be coming out to look every 30 minutes then’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I always take my calls outside, it’s good to walk around a bit sometimes, instead of sitting behind the computer’’.

Lucy let Ona go and walked to Ona’s suitcase that was laying open on the ground, she fished out the silk mask she had worn on the plane, with a grin she walked back to Ona, ‘’wear this then, if I am so distracting’’.

‘’No’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I want to see you’’ she said, climbing further onto the bed.

The English woman grinned, ‘’it will be fun Oni, come on let me make you feel so good’’ she whispered as she came closer to the woman, ‘’please, I’ve had this idea in my head since I saw you wearing it on the plane’’.

‘’hmm’’ Ona pulled Lucy towards her, making her settle between her legs ‘’did you?’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy hummed, she kissed down Ona’s neck ‘’please?’’.

The Catalan chuckled, ‘’after all that begging you make me do, and now you’re starting?’’ she frowned.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy grinned in to Ona’s neck, ‘’maybe I will make you beg some more, I love when you’re desperate for me’’.

Ona slipped her hand under Lucy’s t-shirt, ‘’I’m always desperate for you baby’’ she sighed, ‘’now come on then with that stupid mask’’.

‘’Blindfold’’ Lucy chuckled as she sat up, ‘’we’re repurposing it’’.

The last thing Lucy saw before she but the mask on the woman was an eyeroll, making her chuckle. ‘’I promise it’ll be fun’’ Lucy said as she moved Ona to lay flat on the bed.

Ona gasped at the way she suddenly got moved, ‘’luce!’’ she chuckled, ‘’you do need to warn me for things’’.

‘’hmm, sorry baby, good thing for telling me’’ she took Ona’s hand, ‘’I am now going to kiss your neck okay?’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’yes, that is okay, I meant for like.. unexpected things’’ she said with a grin.

‘’Oh’’ Lucy said, already almost dived into Ona's neck ‘’is that an expected thing then?’’ she teased, grazing her bottom lip softly along the skin of Ona’s neck.

The Catalan giggled as she shivered from the light touch, with this blindfolded she seemed to feel it even more intensely, ‘’yes, you love my neck, you’re always kissing it’’.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy pouted, ‘’okay, that’s getting old then’’ she smiled as she ran her hands along Ona’s body, ‘’I could never get enough of you’’ she fake pouted.  

‘’Hey!’’ Ona reached blindly infront of her with her hands, taking Lucy’s hands ‘’I can’t get enough of you either’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’I know, I was teasing you’’ she rubbed her thumbs over Ona’s knuckles, ‘’and I am very much aware of the fact you can’t get enough of me, I almost fear for Soph, as she is staying in the apartment in Paris with us’’.

Ona hadn’t ofcourse foreseen that she would fall in love in England, so she hadn’t been able to book anything for Sophia in Paris. As they would normally just share the apartment, but now there was nothing near her place available to book, and Sophia had just said she didn’t mind. She said she rather stayed with Ona to be the third wheel, then stay somewhere outside of the city, as they only had a few days in Paris with a very busy schedule.

Ona groaned, ‘’don’t remind me of those sad days ahead’’ she pulled Lucy on top of her, it was so unexpected that Lucy fell over, making her chuckle ‘’now, stop talking and put that magic mouth of yours to use’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’so bossy’’ she kissed along Ona’s collarbones, ‘’you know how that’s dealt with hm?’’.

The grin that took over the visible part of the Catalan woman was all Lucy needed to see. Ona always tried to rile her up.

With one hand she dug below Ona to unclasp her bra and took it off, leaving her chest bare.

She quickly took off her own shirt too and threw it on the floor.

Lucy took in the sight of the beautiful woman laying down for her, her sun kissed skin waiting to be littered with kisses. She stared down at her for a while, beaming with love.

She smiled as she saw Ona started playing with her nipples ‘’that’s my job hm’’ she said as she wiggled her own hands below Ona’s.

‘’Oh your still here’’ Ona teased, ‘’thought you’d left’’ she snickered at her own joke.

Lucy shifted to bring her face to the woman chest, ‘’mhm’’ Lucy grinned, running her tongue along Ona’s hardening bud, ‘’keep joking like that baby, lets see how long you can keep it up’’.

But Ona’s teasing state was long forgotten, she threw her chin up as Lucy’s tongue played with her nipples. Her hand found it’s way to Lucy’s hair, digging for a place below her bun.

Teasingly Lucy nibbled down, grazing Ona’s sensitive spots with her teeth, knowing how crazy Ona got from the teasing. She worked from Ona’s neck, to her stomach and then she started at her ankles, to her hips, purposefully avoiding the Catalans center all together.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined her name like it was a chant, she had kissed every part of Ona’s body two times already, minus the part Ona actually wanted her to be.

She leaned against Ona’s ear, her mouth already swollen from al the kisses she’d been placing, but ready for so much more. ‘’What’s that princess? No more jokes?’’ Lucy whispered, her breath heavy from all the exploring she’d been done.

‘’luce’’ another whine left Ona’s throat, ‘’I’m so wet luce, please’’.

Lucy chuckled as she nibbed at the smaller woman’s earlobe, ‘’I’m wet too, because of you actually’’ she hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’do you want to help me out first?’’ she teased, ‘’maybe let me sit on your pretty little face’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s dry bottom lip.

Ona swallowed hard, she would love to make Lucy come, but she was also aching for a relief herself.

‘’You want to be a good girl for me?’’ Lucy said, planting a soft kiss to Ona’s lips ‘’or you first?’’ she asked as Ona stayed silent.

The Catalan shook her head, ‘’no I want you’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’yeah what part’’ she asked as she took one of Ona’s hands and guided it to her core, ‘’these lips’’ she said, helping Ona trace along her wetness ‘’or these ones’’ she said, taking Ona’s fingers in her mouth.

Ona moaned at all the things Lucy made her feel, she couldn’t think clear, she wanted to taste Lucy now too but she was also dying for her mouth to be on herself. ‘’Okay’’ she sighed, ‘’sit on my face’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’only if you want too’’ she said kissing Ona.

Ona groaned as she recognized Lucy’s taste on her tongue, ‘’mhmm I want to taste you’’.

‘’Mhh you’re so good to me baby’’ Lucy gave her one more kiss before shifting, hovering over Ona’s face with her warm center.

The Catalan hooked her arms around Lucy’s legs, not caring if she let her weight down on her face.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come undone on Ona’s fingers and tongue, after her orgasm faded, having it gently ridden out on Ona’s face, she got off of her.

‘’That was good’’ Lucy said, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips, ‘’now it’s my time to make you feel good hm’’.

Ona whined from the anticipation. She arched from the bed as Lucy started making her way down her body again, she felt as though she was literally dripping on to the mattress from how wet she was, even if she was still wearing her underwear, that piece of lace was sure to be ruined by now.

Again Lucy took her time to kiss along Ona’s body, Ona almost couldn’t handle it anymore. She felt like she was getting lightheaded from all the buildup ‘’luce, please’’ she whined, ‘’please’’.

Lucy chuckled and finally hooked her fingers in the underwear, ‘’let’s get you out of this hm?’’.

‘’mhm’’ Ona whimpered as she pushed her hips up.

Lucy’s eyes got big and a grind tugged on her mouth as she saw the strings of wetness when she slid Ona’s panties down, ‘’I’m not sure if you’re ready babe’’ she teased ‘’maybe I can give you some more kisses first’’.

‘’Luceee’’ Ona groaned, bringing her own hand to her core.

‘’Hey’’ Lucy grabbed Ona’s hand and pushed it up to besides her head, she leaned in for a kiss ‘’I’m teasing, I’m sorry’’.

‘’Yeah, you’ve been teasing enough’’ Ona whined, spreading her legs wider, hoping it would help Lucy find the way.

Again Lucy started kissing from her chest, slowly working her way down. Ona hadn’t really found it necessary, as she was so worked up, but Lucy was quicker this time and Ona didn’t really have the power to speak anymore.

She moaned as Lucy’s tongue finally made contact with her pulsing heath, she bit her lip as she realized she wasn’t sure how long she could keep her orgasm at bay.

Lucy buried herself between Ona’s legs, wrapping one arm around her leg and bringing her other hand up to Ona’s core, in a desire to feel her coming on her finger, loving the way Ona’s walls clenched as she came.

The English woman was sure she’d just been down there for 30 seconds when she noticed the familiar signs Ona’s body gave before she would tumble over the edge.

Lucy couldn’t believe it and eagerly kept on going.

With a load moan Ona felt the high flow through her body, she came hard on Lucy’s curled fingers inside her.

Her legs shook as Lucy slowed her pace.  

The taller woman kept her long fingers inside as she climbed up to kiss Ona, ‘’one more baby?’’ she asked, ‘’I know you can do it’’ she whispered ‘’and I haven’t had enough yet’’.

Ona groaned, unable to open her eyes she accepted Lucy’s kiss.

Lucy kissed the Catalan intensely, distracting her from her sensitivity, slowly starting to thrust her fingers again.

When she curled her fingers, Ona moaned and the kiss broke, Lucy took the moment to shuffle back down, she wasn’t kidding when she said she hadn’t had enough of Ona’s taste yet, it was almost disappointing how quick she’d come, but Lucy took it as a compliment and took it as a challenge to make her come again.

It was hard to keep Ona’s shaky legs still but Lucy managed to get her head between them and pressed down on her hips with her free arm, ‘’it’s okay baby’’ she soothed Ona placing some soft kisses on the damp skin, ‘’you can do one more’’.

Ona whined desperately at the words Lucy spoke, there was already building up a new heat within her stomach, it was much more intense then the first time.

She didn’t know if-

Her thoughts got cut of as she felt Lucy’s talented tongue ripple against her sensitive bud, she could almost scream at the sensation. Or maybe she was screaming, she didn’t know, she couldn’t see or hear anything anymore. A sensation that was both very familiar as it was completely strange washed over her. Her legs started spasming as she felt Lucy’s head still between her legs.

She pushed against Lucy’s head, making her sit up. Gently Lucy took the ‘blindfold’ off of her head. She blinked a couple of times and it took a second before her eyes were adjusted to the light. Then she was met with a beaming Lucy, proudly smiling at her.

Ona noticed her chin was glistening with wetness as she leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head reflexively.

‘’Baby?’’ Lucy said, only now running the back of her hand along her mouth, thinking Ona turned away out of shame, not realizing it was about the state of her face ‘’are you okay’’.

The Catalan nodded against the pillow, now completely turning her whole body, making her lay on her front.

Lucy gave her space to turn and started soothing her back, running her hand up and down the clammy skin.

She leaned down and tried to nestle her face close to Ona’s, giving her a kiss on her forehead ‘’are you feeling okay?’’ she softly asked, ‘’or was it too much?’’.

‘’hmmm’’ Ona hummed, she could speak, she was completely absorbed in a world of bliss.

Lucy smiled, ‘’did it feel good?’’ she tried, placing another few kisses to Ona’s face.

The Catalan chuckled as if she was drunk, holding her eyes closed ‘’so good’’.

Lucy tried to turn Ona around by her shoulder, ‘’good idea hm, using the blindfold? maybe something we will do more often?’’.

At this Ona seemed to wake back up, ‘’no’’ she said, opening her eyes ‘’if you did all that without the blindfold it would’ve been even better’’.

This made Lucy chuckle, ‘’I don’t know’’ she teased, ‘’I’ve never seen you this wet before’’ she gave Ona a real kiss now she was finally back on her back, ‘’and you’ve never squirted before either’’.

Ona frowned, ‘’I didn’t-’’ she didn’t finish her words as she looked at Lucy nodding with a smug smile.

Only now she felt the wetness she was laying in, she shifted closer to Lucy and groaned ‘’I ruined the bed’’ she groaned.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’well, it’s a good thing you have so many rooms then’’ ‘’let’s go for a shower and then I’ll take of the bedding to put in the laundry tomorrow’’.

‘’I love you’’ Ona said as she took Lucy’s hand and looked up to her with her dazed gaze.

The English woman chuckled at the sighed, Ona looked completely fucked out and now she was orgasm-drunk declaring her love for her. She guessed she could only take it as a compliment.

‘’I love you too baby’’ Lucy kissed the hand she held, ‘’do you feel ready for a shower or do you need some cuddles first’’.

The dreamy smile Ona gave her told her everything she needed to know.

..

An hour later – Ona’s house in Rome

After showering Ona had been thirsty, begging Lucy to come down with her for some sparkling water, after she had handed her a cup of water from the bathroom.

Of course she would go down with her, Lucy quickly put on a pair of underwear and a sports bra and hurried after Ona who was already walking down the stairs, dressed in just a robe.

Ona poured two glasses from the cooled bottle of sparkling water, the kitchen was only lit up by the light of the fridge. Lucy smiled as she saw the carton of strawberry’s when she was about to close the fridge, ‘’how would you feel about some strawberry’s?’’ she asked Ona.

Ona turned around with the bottle and reached besides Lucy to put it back in the door of the fridge, ‘’hmm, good’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck ‘’if you are feeding them to me’’.

‘’Well I think you deserved that’’ Lucy said as she turned around to grab Ona and prevented her from going anywhere.

‘’Luce’’ Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I’m thirsty’’.

Lucy reached into the fridge and grabbed one strawberry to hold infront of Ona ‘’here’’.

After Ona took a bite, Lucy ate the rest and put the bit of green in the bin, shuffling Ona with her to get there.

‘’Okay can I be free now’’ Ona chuckled, feeling ridiculous.

‘’nuh-uh’’ Lucy kissed Ona’s neck, ‘’I want kisses’’ she grumbled in a teasing fake monster like voice, pretending to eat Ona in her neck.

Ona giggled at her silliness, trying to push her away.

Finaly Lucy stopped ‘’sshhhh’’ she laughed, ‘’don’t wake everyone up’’.

‘’Don’t worry!’’ a voice in the dark said, making Ona and Lucy jump, ‘’I am already awake, I am dying from a headache’’.

Ona and Lucy blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening. Lucy tried very hard to contain her laughter, Ona stomped on her foot and quickly closed her robe tighter.

‘’Advil?’’ Ona suggested, already turning around to get some.

Lucy got a glass and filled it with water, ‘’I hope you feel better Soph’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Soph nodded, ‘’how’s your headache Ona? What are you guys even doing here?’’.

‘’Uhm..’’

‘’I brought flat water’’ Lucy offered, ‘’she wanted sparkling’’.

Even though it was maybe one of the dumbest excuses ever, and Lucy felt like they had ‘post-sex’ written all over their foreheads, Sophia seemed to take it as a valid story, not even questioning the rest of the scene.

‘’Well’’ She yawned, ‘’thanks for the Advil, I will see you guys in the morning’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Ona and Lucy both nodded, trying to keep their composure.

When Sophia had left the room, they waited a few more minutes, before bursting out in laughter.

‘’I hope for your sake she forgets all she’s seen’’.

‘’Why’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’you’re not embarrassed of the kissy monster are you’’ again she put that voice on and walked back to Ona as if she was a pray, ‘’don’t make the kissy monster sad, it will need more kisses to cheer up again’’.

She dug her head back in Ona’s neck, capturing the laughing woman in her arms.

..

Next morning – garden, Ona’s house in Rome

‘’How’s your headache?’’ Lucy chuckled as Sophia came to join the table Ona and her had set.

Sophia shook her head, ‘’I can’t believe I drank that much, maybe I have caught the same thing as Ona’’.

‘’Yeahh’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’maybe’’ she shook her head and exchanged a grin with Ona.

‘’Well, I feel a bit better already’’ Ona lied, ‘’so I hope you do to soon’’.

‘’Mhm, this breakfast looks amazing, I’m sure that’ll help’’.

Lucy and Ona smiled at eachother again, happy the nightly events were not being discussed any further.

..

Paris – Ona’s apartment

They had been in Paris for a couple of days now. It had been busy days as they had needed to get a lot done in a few days. But everything had been completed successfully and tomorrow they would all be leaving. Sophia would return home for a couple of days and Lucy and Ona would go to Spain for her fathers birthday.

Ona had given Sophia the day off, as she thought the woman deserved it. Sophia had been happy about it, she had a store she wanted to visit for a particular bag she fancied to buy.

The Catalan business woman had a few calls to make in the morning, but Lucy and her had discussed to go explore Paris a little in the afternoon.

Lucy had get to know some fun spots, as she had explored the city when Soph and Ona where working. She was happy that building this apartment was in, also had a gym and a pool, but she liked a jog through the streets as well, she couldn’t handle being locked up inside for too long.

Well, she did want to stay inside a bit longer if it meant her and Ona could spend a little undisturbed alone time together.

Lucy knocked on the office door, it was one o’clock in the afternoon. She was sure Ona could at least use a break by now if she wasn’t done yet.

‘’Hi baby’’ Lucy said after Ona had said she could come in, ‘’I don’t want to disturb you, but I thought you might need a break’’ she carefully said.

Ona chuckled ‘’you’re too cute’’ she waved, ‘’come in, I’m not on a call, I just hung up the last one actually’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, so you’re free now?’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Ona looked at her laptop, ‘’I do need send one more email’’.

‘’Want to do that while sitting on my lap?’’ Lucy asked.

Ona looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

‘’What’’ Lucy said, holding her hands up in the air, ‘’I missed you, we finally have some alone time’’.

‘’Missed me’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’we haven’t been apart’’ she corrected herself ‘’well, besides when I was working’’.

Lucy’s brows furrowed, ‘’no’’ she said in disbelieve, ‘’I mean touching eachother’’.

‘’Ohh’’ Ona finally snapped out of her ‘working-mode’ brain and looked at Lucy with renewed interest ‘’oohhhh’’ she repeated herself.

Now it was Lucy’s time to chuckle, ‘’I don’t know if I need to be disappointed that it hasn’t been on your mind like it has been on mine, or that I should be surprised, because in Rome and London you couldn’t keep your hands off of me’’.

Ona nodded with eyes shut, ‘’to be honest, I haven’t had the time to think about it, with all the things we needed to do’’ she opened her eyes again, ‘’Sophia sleeping two rooms down ours’’ she said with a pained face.

‘’Yeah I figured that was the biggest reason’’ Lucy took place on the second desk chair, ‘’but I’m sorry to hear that your work has been taking so much toll on you, sorry I haven’t asked about it earlier’’.

‘’No’’ Ona shook her head, ‘’I already have Soph to talk about that with, I enjoy that we have other conversations’’.

Lucy smiled apologetically, ‘’do you have a lot of stress?’’.

Ona sighed, ‘’well, not really stress, as things are running great, just a lot to get done’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’but I’m not opposed for a stress reliever’’ she said, wiggling her eyebrows.  

Lucy rolled her chair closer to Ona, ‘’well, how about you send that email then’’ she kissed Ona’s cheek, ‘’then we can go do some exploring in Paris’’ she joked.

Ona chuckled as Lucy continued to nestle herself in her neck, but she opened her documents to start writing the email she needed to send.

..

Afternoon - Paris

Sophia has shopped for the things she wanted. When they had made plans this morning Lucy and Ona had said they were planning on eating out together, Sophia had offered to go to another restaurant on her own, giving them some space. She had really meant it at that time, but now she was even more happy to have made that decision. She was completely worn down, she was tired from their busy schedule, she had expected it to kick in when she was back home, maybe on plane even. But right now she was fighting the urge to fall asleep on the metro, and in a Parisian metro you didn’t want too sleep, way to gross, way to risky with pickpockets.  

As she walked the last part of her way back to the apartment she thought about what she would be going to order for dinner. She opted to just get a simple pizza, or maybe she wouldn’t order anything and just go to bed. She would just decide based on how she felt after a bit of laying on the couch.  

She opened the apartment door after her ride on the scary old French elevator and dropped her bags in the hallway, she’d deal with them later. She kicked of her boots and walked towards the couch.

After watching a bit of TV she was sure she heard something, so she paused what she was watching.

‘’Hi?’’ Soph called out, thinking Lucy and Ona might’ve come back.

She heard something, not coming from the front door, but from the office, maybe Ona was still working? ‘’Ona?’’.

Sophia chuckled ‘’are you still working’’.

-‘’yeah’’

‘’Still working on the proposal for mis-

-‘’that’s it’’.

‘’What?’’ Sophia was confused, ‘’I hadn’t even said who, ONA?’’.

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Paris - the same time, but on the other side of Ona’s bedroom door.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona moaned, she arched off the bed ‘’that’s it’’.

‘’ONA?’’

Shocked looked Lucy at Ona, who did not seem to hear anything, she quickly put her hand over Ona’s mouth.

‘’Quiet baby’’ Lucy whispered as she continued her thrusts, ‘’if you keep quiet, I’ll keep going’’.

The couple of days that they hadn’t been intimate had surely been made up for. They had probably lost track of time, Lucy glanced at the clock, damn it was already after 5 o’clock.

‘’Soph is already back home’’ Lucy whispered, receiving nothing but a whimper from Ona.

Ona was truly and well fucked out, to far gone after her 6 orgasms to even realize she should care. She didn’t, she wanted more from Lucy, she needed her to not stop.

She wrapped her legs around Lucy as her orgasm took over, her moans covered by Lucy’s warm palm.

“Where are you then?” Sophia called out, apparently having gone into the office.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy whispered, ‘’let me go yeah? I need to prevent her from searching for you and finding this’’ she chuckled.

Ona looked at her with a dazed smile.

Carefully Lucy unwrapped the legs and stood up, quickly she took of the harness and-

‘’-are you in the bedroom Ona? Are you allright?’’.

‘’Yeah she’s allright’’ Lucy hurried to say, ‘’uhm, difficult phone call’’ she slapped herself against the head, what the actual fuck, she really needed to work on her excuses.

‘’-mkay’’.

Quickly she redid her hair in a bun and jumped into her clothes. She took a few breaths and stepped out of the room. Sophia was already walking back to the living room. ‘’hey, hadn’t expected you, uhm- not that we, i-‘’ she cleared her throat ‘’quick freshen up before dinner?’’.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’no I was actually way too tired for dinner so I decided to eat here, order something’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’ohhhh, I interrupted you two, didn’t i?’’.

‘’Uhm’’ Lucy scratched her neck as she was leaning against a wall ‘’i-

Sophia shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I can’t believe I just had a conversation with my boss while she was getting it’’ she waved her hand towards Lucy, ‘’just go, don’t mind me’’ she shook her head with disbelieve, ‘’I took everything into reconsideration and I think I should use the opportunity for one more dinner in Paris’’.

Lucy smiled awkwardly at her, ‘’sorry’’ she said, grateful she would leave for a bit longer.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’it’s allright, I saw nothing’’ she shook her head again, ‘’Jesus’’ she chuckled as she walked to the door to put her shoes back on, ‘’next time put a sock on the door’’ she joked before leaving.

The English woman blushed furiously, this was awful, how could they’ve lost track of time so bad. She thought back about Ona and quickly rushed back to the bedroom.

She found a dozed off Ona.

Gently she took place on the bed, ‘’hey’’ she whispered, ‘’are you there?’’ she planted a kiss on Ona’s temple, deserving her a smile.

Lucy chuckled, every time she was once again amazed with the effect she had on her girlfriend.

‘’I love you’’ Ona hummed.

Lucy smiled and shifted, taking a better place on the bed so she could hold Ona.

..

Paris - Ona’s apartment.

Lucy had ran Ona a bath and was now sitting in it with her. Ona seemed to have regained her conscience, though she was still clinging on to Lucy as if it was her last resort. Lucy loved how clingy Ona could get after they’d slept together, she loved to pamper her little princess.

‘’And then you said what’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’babee’’ Lucy whined, having told the story two times already, ‘’I said difficult phone call’’ she laughed, more from embarrassment then because it was funny. Maybe she could laugh about it with Ona some day. For now it was fucking embarrassing.

Ona nestled herself further against Lucy’s chest, ‘’hmm, I love you, but you’re the worst at excuses’’.

‘’I knowww’’ Lucy said, looking at the ceiling, then a grin came on her face ‘’you weren’t much help either by the way´´ she teased, poking Ona gently.

´´Hey!´´ Ona pouted, ´´and who´s fault was that?’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, I’m not sure because you did ask for it’’.

‘’Both our faults then’’ Ona offered.

Lucy kissed the top of her head, ‘’both our faults’’.

.

‘’Should we give her compensation or something?’’ Ona asked, thinking about how unprofessional this whole thing was.

Lucy nodded, ‘’maybe..’’ she said ‘’I don’t know how those things work, maybe she will report you to HR’’ she joked.

‘’Luce’’ Ona pushed against Lucy’s stomach.

‘’Ouch’’ Lucy grabbed her hand, ‘’okay, yes, I think you should maybe at least offer her’’.

‘’She’ll say no’’ Ona said ‘’she never wants a bonus’’.

‘’Maybe she’s being polite’’ Lucy shrugged, ‘’I bet she wouldn’t mind receiving it’’.

‘’Hmm, I’ll offer it to her tomorrow, if she says no I’ll maybe give it to her anyways’’ Ona said.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy said, wrapping her arms around the Catalan, ‘’it’s getting cold, shall we get out?’’.

‘’Mhm’’.

.

‘’Do you have that too’’ Ona asked Lucy while they were stood drying off.

‘’Hm? What’’ Lucy said, turning around to face her.

‘’Declining things out of politeness’’ Ona explained, ‘’because I don’t think it’s rude when you accept a gift of mine at all’’ she smiled at Lucy.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’I do accept your gifts, right?’’, ‘’I just don’t want extremely big gifts’’.

Ona nodded ‘’well, just so you know, I’m dying to be your sugar mama’’ she teased.

The English woman shook her head with a laugh, ‘’see and I don’t want that dynamic, what were you thinking about offering Sophia then anyways?’’.

‘’A hundred’’

‘’euros?’’ Lucy laughed.

Ona nodded ‘’a hundred thousand euros, is that to little?’’.

Lucy happy smile quickly faded into one of disbelieve, ‘’babe’’.

‘’What?’’ Ona looked at her sincerely, ‘’to much?’’ she tried.

‘’Half of that would be so much already Ona’’ Lucy said with honesty, ‘’I bet if you were to make Soph say an amount she wouldn’t even cross thousand’’ she looked at Ona ‘’and then I mean one-zero-zero-zero’’.

Ona smiled at her, ‘’maybe I do need a bit of grounding hm?’’ she said, partly to herself, and a little bit because she understood her world was so strange to Lucy.

..

Paris – Ona’s apartment

The tree of them ate breakfast together, today they will all leave Paris, Sophia this morning, taking a flight to England. Lucy and Ona this afternoon, being flown back to Spain with the private jet.

Ona gets a call and left the table to take it in her office, not wanting to disturb the conversation Lucy and Sophia were having.

It was a call from her dad, telling her that her niece, Maria, graduated as a realtor. Maria had high grades and had done internships at some good companies, Ona knew it, she had asked the girl a while back to send her some of her portfolios. She expected Maria to contact her herself eventually, but apparently her dad had offered, or maybe Maria had been to shy to actually call herself.

Either way, Maria wanted to work for Ona’s company now that she had graduated. Ona liked the idea, she was a hard working girl, so she discussed it with Sophia.

She didn’t want to send her niece off to one of the offices, hiding the talented girl behind a desk. No, she could use this as an opportunity.

‘’Hey I am heading to the airport soon’’ Sophia said as she came by the office with her suitcase, ‘’was it an urgent call?’’ she asked Ona.

Ona smiled, ‘’no my dad, do have a minute left? I want to discuss something about what he said’’.

‘’Of course, cab’s here in 25 minutes’’ Sophia said, now stepping inside the office.

The Catalan business woman proposed Sophia the idea of her going to Amsterdam with the girl, alone. Her planned schedule was actually going back to Amsterdam after the two months of Rome, but Ona figured, that if Sophia took Maria under her wing, train her in Rome. She could go alone to the Netherlands with the girl, giving her more time in Rome. That that would be time alone with Lucy was maybe a big factor in her idea, but she also liked to give Sophia and Maria an opportunity to grow. Her plan for Soph had always been to let her grow within her company, eventually wanting her to train another PA. Sophia had taken the job with that intention, but she had often said she didn’t care anymore, that she liked being Ona’s right hand. But Ona still wanted to give the woman what she deserved when the time was right.

‘’You don’t have to say yes immediately Soph’’ Ona reassured, ‘’we’ll see in Rome how well she takes things up’’.

‘’Well if she has at least a shred of the same DNA as you, I think we’ll be fine’’ Soph laughed, already having agreed with Ona as soon as the proposal had left her mouth, ‘’and you’ll have more time to spend with Lucy’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I’m not trying to overhear-

-Soph!’’ Ona exclaimed, not able to hear her actually say the words out loud ‘’I am so so sorry for that’’ she offered apologetically, ‘’I actually wanted to talk to you about some sort of financial compensation for that, and from now on I’ll make sure you’ll have separate accommodation’’ Ona shook her head, cringing thinking back at the event ‘’I knew I was being unprofessional for always just making you stay in my house, i-‘’

‘’Ona’’ Sophia chuckled ‘’it’s all okay, I don’t need to be compensated, I have always, and still do, felt a very professional relationship’’ she put her hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder ‘’I am really happy you’re in love, maybe even a little jealous, but I am okay Ona’’ she chuckled, ‘’but from now on I would like separate housing’’.

‘’I will give it to you anyways’’ Ona blushed, ‘’but thank you for your professionalism regarding this subject’’.

‘’Hey now!’’ Soph chuckled, ‘’we’re not back to scratch now, are we?’’ ‘’I felt like we we’re becoming like friends even’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’I see you as my friend Soph, and this Amsterdam opportunity will be the first step towards your promotion by the way, you’ll be teaching Maria the ropes’’.

Sophia smiled, ‘’thank you Ona, I really appreciate you as a boss’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’good, now enjoy your days off in England, I will see you back in Italy’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Sophia smiled, ‘’I’m going to say bye to Lucy really quick and then I’m off’’.

‘’Have a safe travel!’’ Ona called after Sophia as she left her office.

..

The visit in Spain had been amazing. In Paris, Lucy had done her best with buying some nice clothes, with her own money, to make a good impression. Ona had assured her that her family didn’t care, but in the end she loved seeing Lucy being more comfortable but first and foremost looking very good, in her new clothes.

Her family, to no surprise, had absolutely loved Lucy. Her mom and dad welcomed her into the family as if she was already family. Even secretly whispering Lucy was their favorite partner of Ona’s she had brought home, when they saw her dancing around with the nieces and nephews.

..

Ona’s house in Rome

Now they were back in Rome, with the four of them this time. Sophia quickly had gotten along with Maria and this gave Ona a lot of time to get her own work done.

Lucy on the other hand, had already searched online for job applications as a gym instructor. The second day they were back in Rome, she had the interview and the third day she started working there.

Ona admired her for her work ethic and she wasn’t surprised Lucy was getting hired as soon as applied somewhere.

But it didn’t take long before Lucy started to get a bit grumpy.

Ona let her be, figuring she just needed some time, but eventually she asked what was wrong.

Then the tears had started flowing, Lucy hated working at a gym below a boss that told her she wasn’t working right. She didn’t like that she couldn’t give her own spin to classes. There had been a complaint about her being too pushy. She had worked there fine for one week, but this week she had dreaded going every day.

It made Ona sad to see her girlfriend like this, she knew how much fitness meant for Lucy. She admired the gym Lucy had set up in London and thought she was the best personal trainer anyone could ever have.

Lucy had cried that she couldn’t just be a personal trainer again, she had to start at being a gym instructor before they would give her more serious clients.

This made Ona mad, who was that stupid boss to decide what Lucy could and could not do.

‘’What if I buy a gym’’ Ona offered, ‘’I wont give it to you, as you don’t want that, but I can hire you in it?’’.

Lucy wiped her tears away, she was desperate to work, but she didn’t want to work like this.

Ona put her hand on Lucy’s back, soothing her.

‘’You know’’ she started as it stayed quiet for a while ‘’Bronze Fitness Forge is such a good name, it begs to be a chain’’.

A chuckle sounded from Lucy, who had buried her head between her knees.

‘’Did you come up with it?’’ Ona asked, laying a kiss on Lucy’s shoulder.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy murmured, ‘’yeah, I thought it’d be funny’’.

‘’It is’’ Ona smiled, ‘’what if you opened one in a few big cities, the cities where we travel too, so you can work in a place that shares your norms and values’’.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed, ‘’I would want that but I can’t’’ she broke out in a sob again.

Ona continued rubbing her back, ‘’heyyy’’ ‘’it’s okay, Luce’’ ‘’I love you’’.

After a while of thinking Ona spoke again, ‘’I want- no wait’’ she tried again, ‘’to me, it would be the perfect solution to buy you a place for a gym and then I’ll just pay you a salary for working there, you can name it whatever.. you don’t have link it to your own gym in London’’.

‘’Luna’’ Lucy said, finally picking her head up, she turned to Ona, ‘’it should be called Luna’’.

Ona chuckled at the enthusiasm ‘’like the moon?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’Lu-cy and O-na’’ she explained.

‘’Aww’’ Ona smiled at her girlfriend, ‘’that’s so cute baby’’ she was happy Lucy would let her do this for her.

..

Ona eventually bought a gym that was bankrupt, so the equipment was already there. Lucy didn’t really like the equipment as most of it was pretty old, but she didn’t say anything about that as she was already for ever grateful for this opportunity.

She couldn’t yet take clients on this stay in Rome, but she now made herself useful by fixing up the gym and went hunting for good staff Ona could hire. She was setting this business up like she had done with hers back in London, only she now had not herself as boss, but Ona.

Ona was the sweetest, she listened to Lucy’s plans, tried to contribute with ideas and always told Lucy she could just do what she thought best, but that she didn’t need to worry about if the investment was going to be earned back with this gym, because she didn’t mind if it didn’t.

Still Lucy tried to keep everything on a budget, she wanted it look good and clean, but in her opinion it was better to gradually upgrade as soon as she actually had paying costumers.

..

Everything was going perfect until that day.

Ona and Lucy were cooking together and sipping wine in the kitchen. The Catalan had set her laptop open with a recipe they were following, Lucy reading off the steps, making sure their authentic Italian pasta was really becoming an authentic Italian pasta. When a email notification popped up.

´´Who is Marc Sanchez? He’s emailing you about some holding and 22 million, Jesus babe, who bought a 22 million building’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’why does it sound familiar BANO Property Holdings?’’.

Ona turned white and dropped the spoon she was stirring with, ‘’uh.. my accountant, Marc is my accountant’’ Ona said, trying to not sounds guilty.

Lucy was still chuckling, ‘’Is he scolding you for buying something worth 22 million?’’.

‘’Probably’’ Ona said, figuring it was not a lie as she didn’t know for sure if Marc would be mad, but she did expected it.

‘’Can I click on it?’’ Lucy asked, ‘’I’m curious, I swear I’ve heard of that holding, is it yours?’’.

Ona turned around from the stove, now facing Lucy ‘’no, Lucy, it’s probably best if you don’t look’’.

Lucy frowned, something felt off, Ona looked to be a bit off too, sad maybe even.

‘’What is it?’’ Lucy asked, reaching out for Ona’s hand ‘’are you bankrupt?’’ she tried to joke.

This made Ona chuckle, much to Lucy’s relief, she liked the way they were happy together.

‘’I did something stupid a while back’’ Ona sighed at the ground, not able to look Lucy in her eyes, ‘’I think if you will read that email you will be very mad at me’’.

Lucy frowned, ‘’why? I love you, I don’t care if we will be poor’’.

‘’No I know that’’ Ona shook her head, disappointed at herself ‘’but you didn’t want me to try and make you rich’’.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, the gears in her head were turning as she tried to decode what Ona was implying here. ´´BANO Property Holdings…´´ she slowly repeated, ´´what have you done Ona?’’.

Ona shook her head and turned the stove off, ‘’I can’t say it Luce, sorry’’ she walked to Lucy and wrapped herself around the taller woman.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy said sternly, ‘’this isn’t what I think it is, right?’’.

The Catalan started sobbing against Lucy’s chest, ‘’sorry luce, sorry, I’m so sorry’’ she pleaded.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy sighed and pulled Ona off of her, ‘’how much would a building in London cost, specifically the building I rent my gym in and more specifically the building that changed owners a while back’’.

Ona was still unable to look at the taller woman, with a fragile voice she answered ‘’22 million’’.

‘’Fuck Ona!’’ Lucy called out and threw her arms in the air as she walked away, ‘’the only fucking business I did build up myself and you were trying to take that from me too’’.

‘’I don’t-‘’

‘’It wasn’t necessary, I don’t want to be owned by you, what if we break up, then I’m back at zero’’.

‘’I would never’’

‘’behind my back’’ Lucy stared out of the window, ‘’you went behind my back to buy the building’’

‘’i-‘’

‘’why?!’’ Lucy shook her head, ‘’I don’t get you, is it some sick powerplay or something? Does it give you a thrill, helping the poor’’.

‘’No’’ Ona cried even harder, ‘’Lucy I love you, I just wanted to help you’’ the Spaniard walked over to Lucy and tried to take her hand.

‘’I can’t Ona’’ Lucy sighed, dodging Ona’s attempt to get closer ‘’I need a minute’’. 

With that Lucy disappeared in to the yard.

A million thought ran through Ona’s head, she knew it was going to come out someday, she had hoped on a more easy way. Maybe even Lucy accepting that she’d done it, that it could be an anniversary present to her or something. She didn’t get that Lucy was so worried about the fact Ona tried to help her, she just wanted to make Lucy rich like her, she deserved it. Why did Lucy think it was such a bad thing if she helped. Ona understood Lucy was mad because she had done something without telling her, but was it really that bad.

---

Fucking hell, Lucy ran outside completely frustrated. Why did Ona have to interfere with her life so much. She knew she should be dating a freaking gazillionaire, she could never be on the same level. She didn’t want to be a good cause to the woman. She felt pathetic that she rented a place her girlfriend bought within weeks of dating without a second thought, 22 fucking million pounds, how could she be in a relationship with someone who got a semi-angry email months after spending such an absurd amount of money.

How could she see a future with this woman, what if she was ever to propose. Ona would surely laugh at the ring she could afford and what about the party and the holiday after, it would come down to Ona paying everything, how could she live with that.

Lucy looked around as she wandered around in Ona’s garden, or well, you would probably call it an estate. She sighed, see this was exactly what this was about. Ona was such an elegant woman coming from an amazing rich and decently behaved family. She was just a woman who liked sports, met the right people and worked hard to be able to start something up in London, her family was from the north. God she cringed at the idea of her family meeting Ona’s, they were… not elegant. Ona’s family would probably think she was dating a disgrace of a woman.

---

Ona opened the email on her laptop, it was indeed an email from Marc, asking why she had invested in a building that barely brought anything up, calling it a bad investment, asking for the reason why she put it on the holding. Pleading Ona wasn’t starting to build a portfolio in B-tier buildings as a side income.

The business woman shook her head and downed her glass of wine, the she downed Lucy’s.

She closed her laptop, she would call the man later, it was probably best to not answer while she was feeling all these emotions.

.

Ona leaned on the counter on her elbows for a long time, she didn’t feel anything anymore, she just wanted everything to be back like it had been a few hours ago. She stared out of the window, hoping to see Lucy come back.

.

It was starting to get dark now, Ona believed Lucy had been gone for about two hours. She was starting to get worried, well maybe not really, as Lucy was probably just walking around on the gated land she owned, but she did need to see her again. She felt the urge to kneel for her, beg for forgiveness, tell her she’ll do everything and anything she wanted right now and that having secrets was stupid, that Lucy was right about that.

She put the sandals on that were stood by the door and walked outside. She probably looked like a mess, she’d been crying for a while, she could even feel a headache coming up.

.

After scavenging through the greenery for a good amount of time she neared the house that the two women lived in, the women who took care of her place when she was gone. She could hear their laughter and another wave of sadness washed over her, would Lucy ever forgive her, could she have a life like they have. She admired the couple, they seemed to be very happy with their life, Ona had get to know them through her company, a friend had recommended Ona and asked her if she could help them as a friend's favor, pro bono. They had wanted to buy a place with a lot of green, only their budget wasn’t that big. They became friends during the search for a good house and then Ona had come up with the idea, she gave them the house in that stood empty on her land, proposing to them to renovate it with their budget and they took care of the house, with a salary of course.

‘’I think it says enough that you think about wedding’’ Ona heard an Italian voice speaking English.

She squinted and saw 3 women sitting on a rocking bench infront of the house, did they have a visitor?

‘’Yeah but I just can’t get over the fact that I’ll never be on her level’’ She recognized Lucy’s voice, Lucy? Was lucy talking to them? ‘’every time she gives me something or buys things I could never afford I just feel so small’’.

‘’Yeah but that is then problem for you, no?’’ the other woman said, ‘’you feel small, but that is in your head, not because she buy things, it is maybe her only way she knows how to show love?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’she’s also sweet and kind’’ she sighed again, ‘’and so amazingly beautiful, she shows love by telling me sweet things and doing stuff together too, I just, I can’t believe she would pick someone like me’’.

The women chuckled and said something to eachother in Italian.

‘’What?’’ Lucy said, now sobbing ‘’it is not funny, maybe you are right, that my stupid ego is in the way, but that would only confirm my point about her being crazy for picking someone like me’’.

Tears formed in the corners of Ona’s eyes, ‘’Luce!’’ she said, walking closer to the women that had their back towards her, ‘’you’re perfect’’.

The tree women turned around.

‘’I- i- ‘’ Lucy stood up and didn’t knew what to do with herself, ‘’how long have you been standing there?’’.

‘’Just now’’ Ona said honestly, ‘’I heard you say you were not on my level, I just couldn’t say anything because it broke my heart, sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, i-’’.

One of the Italian women chuckled, ‘’I will fill you in no worry-’’.

Lucy send her a shocked look, ‘’no I-‘’.

‘’-she wants to marry with you’’ the woman said with heavily accented English, but Ona understood loud and clear.

A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she looked at Lucy, but she kept her excitement contained. Lucy looked at the ground, making her question if it was really true. ‘’Luce?’’.

Lucy looked up with a blush, she felt so incredibly ashamed and she also held a teeny tiny bit of grudge about the whole building situation, but most of all she was so indescribable in love with the Catalan.

‘’We will have you alone, for talk’’ the other woman said, pulling her wife along. The wife seemed not to happy about that decision, wanting to know what would be said next, but she obeyed and they disappeared inside.

.

‘’walk?’’ Ona tried, knowing Lucy loved to move and that it made things clearer in her head.

Lucy nodded.

‘’Can I say something first?’’ Ona asked, ‘’knowing she had been hugely in the wrong with her actions’’.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy said, now standing infront of Ona.

‘’I’m so so sorry’’ Ona said, ‘’you don’t have to accept my apologies’’ she took Lucy’s hand ‘’but you were right about the secret thing, I should’ve never done that, it doesn’t matter what my intentions were, I should’ve honored your wishes, the fact that I didn’t feel that I could tell you was enough of a sign that I knew deep down that it was not the right thing to do’’.

Ona looked at the hand she was holding, Lucy had accepted it, she hadn’t let it go… did that mean it was okay, that she’d be forgiven for this some day?

Lucy brought the hand up to her mouth, ‘’I love you’’ she said, before planting a kiss on it ‘’but if I’m feeling it correct there are two Italians staring out the window right now, so we should probably start walking’’.  

Ona chuckled as she looked over Lucy’s shoulder and, indeed, started right at two women. They quickly pretended to be doing something, making her chuckle even more.

‘’yeah let’s walk’’.

..

They had gone to bed probably 4 o’clock in the morning, spending hours talking about their true feelings.

Lucy had opened up completely about all her insecurities, even confessing her mind sometimes even wondered off to a future where they would be married.

Ona had promised to never keep anything from Lucy anymore, she had told Lucy that she was going to put all the gym buildings on ‘BANO Property Holdings’ and write it over to Lucy’s name, for her to be the owner, declaring that she should never be afraid Ona was going to break up with her, but if that were to happen ‘’or’’ she said ‘’maybe I’ll die unexpectedly and then I’ll die happy because I’ll know you’ll be taken care off’’.

Lucy hadn’t liked her talking about her supposed dead, but she had accepted it, joking that Ona should put up a line in the contract about cheating.

The Spaniard had laughed, but had thought about it a second longer and thought it wasn’t a good idea, ‘’that would mean I still had power over you, I want your commitment and monogamy because you love me, not because you’d lose money if you didn’t’’.

This made Lucy tear up, she didn’t know how she deserved the perfect woman, but she was happy she was the one who get to be with her.

...

One year later – Paris

@ Lucy Bronze: fuck Soph

@ Lucy Bronze: I forgot the ring and im at that dinner rn

@ Sophia: 😂 😂

@ Sophia: allright where did you keep it, should I get it for you?

@ Lucy Bronze: please

@ Lucy Bronze: youre a life safer  

@ Lucy Bronze: it’s in the apartment, in my suitcase, in a smaller bag where my gym shoes are in

@ Sophia: u sure the apartment is clear 😂

@ Lucy Bronze: yes 🙄

@ Lucy Bronze: we are litt having dinner rn 🙄 🙄

@ Sophia: just making sure 😂

@ Sophia: okay I’ll text you when I’m omw

@ Lucy Bronze: ill make sure to eat really slow

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The End :)

Thanks for reading, i hope your brain doesn't hurt now. and i hope it was worth your time atleast a little bit <3

[cambion-companion]

Could you write Aemond as he takes care of his newborn daughter. Maybe something from his pov, his thoughts when she looks at him, smiles at him, giggles in his presence and all feelings washing through him. Him observing her, lulling her to sleep, as many moments of the two of them as possible. Maybe even him already talking to her in High Valyrian so she would be familiar with language since the beginning. Let our hearts melt 💖

But of course! I was in the mood to write this tender moment of dad Aemond and his little girl.

Call this a precursor to when she grows up into a teenager and he has to fight off suitors left and right.

Aemond x fem!reader | dad Aemond | a gentle morning

She was sunshine on a cold winter’s day.

His little dragon.  Given to him by the woman he was still awed to call “wife”.

Aemond reached down, smiling as his little daughter clasped his index finger with her tiny fist.  Her mouth, so much like his, curled into a toothless grin as she gurgled and cooed up at him.

She was beautiful.

A perfect creation.

Aemond carded his fingers through her soft white curls, her lilac eyes shining with adoration as he lifted her carefully into his arms.  She tugged at his own silver hair, chubby fingers probing the side of his face where his sapphire sat.

She seemed entranced by the glittering gemstone, her wide eyes staring in wonder, not fear.  Aemond’s throat tightened as he watched her study him, his heart feeling fuller than he ever thought possible.

Aemond bounced his little dragon in his arms, peppering kisses all over her scrunched up face until she giggled, her small fingers tugging at his nose and ears as she laughed wildly.

“Issa qēlos.”  Aemond murmured, tucking his daughter under his chin as he held her against his chest. “Ao issi issa glaeson.”

He continued speaking High Valyrian into her soft hair.  She had stilled, seemingly intent on listening to the low tone of his voice as he spoke the language of their ancestors.

Aemond turned to the arched window.  “Jurnegon.”  He pointed, guiding his daughter’s curious gaze to the sprawling city of King’s Landing, the sea sparkling blue far beyond.  A dragon, Dreamfyre by the blue hue of her scales, soared above the shimmering waves.  Far out, Aemond heard a distant roar.  “Zaldrīzes.”  He whispered into his daughter’s ear. “Dragon.”  He smiled, kissing the top of her head as she cooed at the beautiful creature. “Soon you will ride one of your own. Perhaps I will take you with me atop Vhagar someday.”

“Hopefully not before she is at least a year old, Aemond.”

His smile broadened as he turned to the doorway, his wife looking radiant as she shook her head teasingly at him. “I’ll not allow you to take our infant daughter on a dragon joyride.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.”  Aemond chuckled, crossing to kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as their daughter shifted to look up at them, her little arms reaching out for her mother.

“She’s hungry.”  Y/N said, hoisting the child into her arms and cradling her against her bosom.

Aemond moved back to the window, resting his back against the stone wall as he watched his wife feed their baby.  She rocked the little one, looking down at her with radiant adoration as she hummed a soft lullaby.

“You are a wonderful mother.”  He murmured.

“Just as you are the best father.”  She graced him with one of those smiles that made his heart skip a beat.

She did not know the impact those words had, and Aemond gave nothing away in his expression.  To be the kind of father Aemond never had was one of the greatest desires of his life.

Tempering the emotion swelling within him, Aemond strode over to where Y/N still nursed their daughter, embracing her from behind as he kissed her head, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair.  His hands trailed from the curves of her waist to cradle where their daughter lay nestled secure in her arms.

She sighed, leaning back into him, tilting her lovely head up to accept the searching kiss he pressed to her honeyed lips.  A warm breeze floated through the open window, caressing Aemond’s skin and sending his long hair fluttering over his shoulders, tickling the column of Y/N’s neck.  She giggled into his mouth, pulling away only slightly to brush her nose against his.

Their small daughter, now finished with her morning meal, stared up at them sleepily.  Aemond brushed a thumb along the corner of her mouth, wiping away a droplet of moisture.  “She’s a messy eater.”  He mused.

“She gets it from your side of the family.”  Y/N teased, readjusting her bodice.

“Undoubtedly.”  Aemond agreed.

Their daughter reached out for him with both arms, straining to escape Y/N’s grasp.  “It seems like she has an obsession with your hair.”  His wife laughed, rolling her eyes as their daughter twined her tiny fingers once more in Aemond’s mussed locks.

“She inherited that from you.”  Aemond shot his wife a mischievous glance, wincing slightly at a particularly sharp tug.

She slapped his shoulder playfully. “Oh hush.”

“As well as her strength!”  Aemond feigned injury, looking down at the happy face of his little daughter. “You will have the might of ten men, and the stature of one of the Queens of Old Valyria.”

“Perzys se ānogar.”  Y/N said softly, drawing Aemond’s lilac gaze to her reverent face.

“Perzys se ānogar.”  He echoed.  “Fire and blood.”

[rosieofcorona]

A Light To Break All Shadows

Just a fluffy little Halsin x Tav fic to keep the darkness at bay. Also on AO3, if you prefer. Thank you for reading! 💕

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

Tav is eyeing Halsin suspiciously from the opposite end of Art’s bedside, where he’s been keeping watch over the sick man for days. At least, Halsin thinks it’s been days– perhaps three (or maybe four?) at the most. It is difficult to keep track in the Shadowlands.

At any rate, he cannot answer her immediately, which means his answer is insufficient.

“If you have to think about it,” Tav continues, “It’s been too long.”

She has a point.

He is exhausted, as they all are, but cannot bring himself to rest. They are so close– he is so close– to finding the child that will save them, to ending the hundred-year darkness, to restoring light and balance to the land. 

And Art Cullagh, ill as he is, is the key that will unlock their victory, so Halsin feels as though he must protect him every moment, must stay by his side in case he should wake, or take a turn. 

For days, he has persisted, spurred on by his stamina and willpower. For days, he has waited and watched. Now the idea of sleep falls on him like a spell. 

“It is my duty.” He protests. “I will see this through.” “You will,” she agrees, “When you wake. These people will need you in the days to come. And they will need you to be rested.”

She is playing to his sense of responsibility, he knows, but he is too tired to argue. Reluctantly, he nods his agreement. 

When he rises from his chair, it seems that all his centuries of existence catch up to him at once, his joints and muscles burning. He feels old and sore and weary as he drags himself toward an empty bed.

“Go on,” Tav commands gently. She feels like a mother nudging a child off to sleep. “Even the greatest leaders need rest.”

“Then you ought to rest yourself.”

She laughs at that, though Halsin means it. He knows so few who are so capable, so resilient, so kind. She has already accomplished so many things that he could not, not in hundreds of years of practice.

“You flatter me,” Tav smiles, but Halsin shakes his head. 

“You are extraordinary.” 

His gaze is on her when he says it, on her eyes and mouth and hands, the way her armor cleaves to her, the way her weapon rests against her hip. In another place, another time, another life, he would have had her already, would have known her inside and out if she asked him to. 

And she had asked him to, once, before they came here. He remembers. At the time he had denied her as gently as he could, in the knowledge that what was growing between them, if cultivated, could later prove a distraction, a weakness. 

But gods, he had wanted her then. He wants her still. 

Yet such urges, much like sleep, must be suppressed. At least for now.

Tav stares back at him with wide eyes until she feels a flush come over her cheeks. She turns her face away, just slightly, so that Halsin will not see. 

“Well.” She clears her throat, and redirects. “I’ll rest before we go scouting tomorrow. And I’ll watch Art while you sleep.” 

“As you say.” 

**********

In his dreams, he is back in the Shadowfell, that sunless, cursed place. 

At his feet are bodies, Harper and druid and shade alike. He knows their faces, their names, their stories. Here is Atlan, a boy from his own grove, no more than eighteen years of age. Halsin had cured him once of pox, had later mentored him in the healing arts. 

And here, Jehan the Harper, who had just received word that his wife was expecting. Twins, he’d announced, over a round of drinks at Last Light. 

And Moranna, the Selunite priestess who had blessed them again and again on their journey, had prayed over them and shielded them to the best of her ability. 

All lost to the shadows, corrupted beyond recognition. All dead, cut down by his hand. 

Halsin does his best to avoid stepping on them as he presses onward, each step a battle of its own. The weight of darkness seems to crush him, seems to drain the very life out of his body. 

His god is nowhere here. 

There comes a voice through the black night, distant, disembodied. Halsin, the shadows whisper, and whisper again, closer. Halsin. 

Wildly he turns and swings his glaive, hitting nothing, the panic rising in his throat, and–

“Halsin!” Tav exclaims, blocking a swing of his fist with her forearm. 

She is sitting at the edge of his bed looking concerned, frightened even. His skin is slicked with sweat, his breathing heavy, his body tangled in the bed linens. 

Immediately, a white-hot shame rushes over him, that he should be the one to cause her fear. 

That he should strike at her, even unconsciously, his savior, his ally. His friend, though that is too weak a word for the feeling that grows within him, wraps around his heart like wild ivy. 

“Forgive me,” he pants, “I was–” 

I was lost in the darkness, he means to say, I was frightened and alone, but the words stick in his throat like flies in honey.

Yet Tav seems to know already, a tenderness softening the furrows of her brow. Not pity, he notes. Understanding. 

She has seen equivalent horrors, has seen friends fall and foes flourish and still, and still, keeps fighting toward goodness, toward light. He aches with the thought that she might have such nightmares, that she might know firsthand how he feels now. 

But she soothes him, reaches out to wipe the sweat from his brow, her touch as light and cool as an evening breeze. 

“It’s alright,” she promises. “You don’t have to explain. You are safe here.”

Halsin lets out a breath he’s been holding for too long. It has been many years since he was last comforted, truly comforted. He is so accustomed to doing the comforting that he has almost forgotten what it feels like to be on the receiving end. 

Tenderness is no stranger to him– many of his lovers have been gentle, have been sweet– but none have ever known his burdens, none have carried them, taken them on as their own. Here is one who has, who does, who will, if he will let her. 

He takes Tav’s hand in his and guides it, flattens her palm over the rabbit-fast beat of his heart, breathing deeply, willing it to slow. He wants to say, Thank you, then, I love you, but it’s too soon, he thinks, too desperate, no matter how true. 

“Thank you,” Halsin allows, and swallows the rest. 

Tav smiles at him then, a soft, bright thing, like a single star in the night sky. The true last light in the Shadowlands. 

“Shall I stay with you?”

“Art–,” Halsin starts, but she shakes her head calmly, knowingly. “He’s sleeping soundly. Seems his bad dreams have come to visit you.”

“I do not wish to burden you with something so trivial.”

“You could not burden me,” Tav says quietly. “But I will leave, if you prefer.” 

Her thumb strokes over his chest, her hand still pressed against him. His pulse quickens again at so intimate, so innocent a touch. Halsin wonders if she can feel it.

“I prefer your presence, always. But you need your own rest.” 

“Very well.” 

Her palm slips from him as she rises to her feet, and he thinks for a moment that he’s made a mistake, has waved off her kindness, dismissed her.

Rather, she motions for him to move over and climbs slowly, wordlessly into the bed next to him. He finds himself lifting the sheets for her, inviting her in without hesitation. 

She’s changed, he realizes as she comes close, her armor cast aside for the day. Her nightclothes make her look, make her feel smaller, softer. He wants so badly to slip his hands beneath the fabric, to see how soft she is beneath. 

“Is this alright?” Tav whispers, looking earnestly into his eyes. Her fingertips flit over his cheek, brushing a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Are you alright?”

The bed is small and Halsin is not, and she is pressed against him like a flower between the pages of a book. He can only nod. 

“I will rest here then, with you.”

In the gentlest act he can or will ever remember, she leans forward and kisses his eyes as if bestowing a blessing upon them, a ward against the darkness.

**********

Halsin wakes again in near-total silence, save the gentle inhale-exhale of Tav’s breathing beside him. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, and for the first time in a long time, doesn’t mind. 

Instead, he is aware of how peaceful he feels in this moment, sheltered from the dangers beyond the inn, aware that at one point or another he had let go of his worry and settled deep into dreaming. The earlier tension in his muscles has melted into a tired ache, as if he is returning from a very long walk in the Grove. 

And she is here, wrapped in his arms. A light to break all shadows.

He can’t be sure when it happened. The shift had been imperceptible, like the feeling of falling asleep, or falling in love.