#hes mature light-hearted but he can sit you down and talk to you about life. then he could go “nice talk” and you dont walk away feeling

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DRIFTING PART 2

bsf!matt x fem!reader

contains/ fluff and angst!

summary:: Years after drifting apart, you and Matt, now a YouTube star, reconnect at an awards show. Both successful but nostalgic for your past, you agree to try again despite hectic lives. Through heartfelt conversations and shared moments, your bond deepens, leading to a renewed love and hope for the future.

requested by this ask!

word count/ 1.8k

sorry i got a lil carried away…

The years that passed after graduation had transformed both you and Matt into versions of yourselves that neither could have predicted. He and his brothers, the Sturniolo Triplets, skyrocketed to internet fame, amassing millions of subscribers on their YouTube channel. Their chaotic energy and relatable antics made them household names, and every time their faces popped up on your social media feed, it felt like a reminder of the life you’d left behind.

You weren’t the same Y/N he’d known, either. The bookstore job turned into a part-time gig while you chased your dreams in music. What started as singing at open mics and uploading covers online had exploded into something far greater. Somewhere along the way, a label took notice, and soon you were writing songs that resonated with millions. Now, you were preparing for your first headlining tour—a milestone you could hardly believe was real.

But no matter how far you’d come, the ache of what you and Matt had lost still lingered.

It wasn’t until the week before your tour began that your worlds collided again.

You were backstage at an awards show, nervously pacing while your team fussed over your outfit and makeup. The roar of the crowd beyond the curtain was deafening, and even after all your success, the pre-performance jitters hadn’t gone away.

“Y/N,” your manager called. “Five minutes.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath and letting your gaze wander over the bustling backstage area. That’s when you saw them—Matt, Chris, and Nick, standing with a camera crew near the side of the stage. Your heart stopped.

The years hadn’t dulled the sharpness of Matt’s features. He was taller now, his frame broader, and his once-boyish grin had matured into something more self-assured. Yet, when his eyes met yours, the familiarity of them hit you like a tidal wave.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, slowly, he started toward you, his brothers hanging back to give him space.

“Y/N,” he said when he reached you, his voice a mix of surprise and something softer—something almost reverent.

“Matt,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Hi.”

The air between you crackled with unspoken words, the weight of your shared history pressing down on both of you. You wanted to say so much, but where could you even begin?

“You’re… you’re a big deal now,” he said, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You too,” you replied, gesturing toward his brothers. “Seven million subscribers. That’s huge.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s wild. But look at you. About to go on tour. That’s insane.”

You nodded, but the conversation felt stilted, awkward. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You weren’t supposed to feel like strangers.

“I’ve missed you,” he blurted, and the raw honesty in his tone made your chest tighten.

“I’ve missed you too,” you admitted. “More than you know.”

For a second, it felt like the years melted away, like you were just Matt and Y/N again, sitting under the stars and talking about your dreams. But reality snapped back into focus when your manager called your name again.

“I have to go,” you said, regret lacing your words.

“Wait,” Matt said, grabbing your arm gently. “Can we… talk? After your performance?”

You hesitated, but the hopeful look in his eyes made it impossible to say no. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

His smile this time was genuine, and it stayed with you as you stepped onto the stage. The lights were blinding, the cheers deafening, but all you could think about was the boy three doors down who had once promised you forever.

Later that night, after the show and the endless stream of congratulations, you found yourself sitting in a quiet corner of the venue with Matt. The noise of the world faded as you faced each other, the tension between you palpable.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. “For how things ended. For walking away. I should have tried harder to—”

“No,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “I should’ve been honest with you. I should’ve told you… everything.”

His brows furrowed. “Everything?”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding. “I loved you, Matt. I mean, I still do, in a way. But back then, it was more than just friendship. And I didn’t know how to handle it. So I pushed you away.”

He stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he said, “Y/N, I—”

“Hey, Matt, we gotta wrap it up!” Chris’s voice interrupted from across the room, pulling both of you out of the moment.

Matt exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I have to go. But this… isn’t over. Okay?”

“Okay,” you said, your voice trembling.

He stood, hesitating for a moment before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you soon.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you with a heart full of hope and a promise of something more.

The next few weeks flew by in a whirlwind. You were thrown into tour rehearsals, late-night interviews, and endless planning. The excitement of headlining your first tour should have consumed you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Matt.

Every time your phone buzzed, you hoped it was him. And when it wasn’t, you’d bury the pang of disappointment and tell yourself you’d see him soon. That was the promise, right? He’d see you soon.

It wasn’t until two nights before your first show that he finally reached out.

The text came late, just as you were finishing soundcheck.

Matt: Hey, I know you’re busy, but are you free tonight?

Your heart skipped a beat as you read the message. Without hesitation, you typed back.

You: Yeah. Where should I meet you?

He responded almost immediately, sending the address of a small café tucked away from the city’s chaos. It was quiet, private—perfect for a conversation that felt years overdue.

When you arrived, Matt was already there, sitting in a corner booth with his hands wrapped around a steaming mug. He looked up as you walked in, his eyes lighting up when they met yours.

“Hey,” he said, standing as you approached.

“Hey,” you replied, slipping into the seat across from him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The hum of soft music and the faint chatter of other patrons filled the silence.

“You look good,” he said finally, his voice low.

“So do you,” you said, though “good” didn’t feel like enough. He looked incredible—comfortable in his skin, confident in a way that made your stomach flip.

He cleared his throat, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. Back at the awards show.”

You tensed, your heart pounding. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on yours. “You said you loved me. Back then. But I need to know—was it just back then? Or… do you still feel that way?”

The question hung in the air between you, heavy and unrelenting.

“Matt…” You hesitated, your throat dry. “I don’t know. I mean, yes, I did love you. I still care about you. But so much has changed. We’ve changed.”

He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “We have. But that doesn’t mean it’s too late to figure things out.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I mean…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I’ve been thinking about us—what we had, what we could’ve had if things had been different. And I don’t want to keep wondering what if. I want to know if we still have a chance.”

Your breath hitched. This was everything you’d dreamed of hearing, yet fear gripped you.

“Matt, I’m about to go on tour. I’ll be gone for months. How would this even work?”

“We’ll figure it out,” he said firmly. “If you’re willing to try, I am too.”

You looked at him, the sincerity in his eyes almost overwhelming. Part of you wanted to say yes, to take the leap and see where it could lead. But another part of you was terrified.

“What if it doesn’t work?” you asked, your voice trembling. “What if we ruin what little we have left?”

His hand reached across the table, covering yours. The warmth of his touch steadied you.

“Then at least we’ll know we tried,” he said softly.

For a long moment, you stared at him, your heart warring with your head. And then, before you could overthink it, you nodded.

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s try.”

His smile was immediate, lighting up his face in a way that made your chest ache.

“You won’t regret this,” he promised.

“I hope not,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

As the night went on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—his brothers, your upcoming tour, and the memories you shared. By the time you left the café, it felt like a weight had been lifted.

For the first time in years, you felt like you and Matt were on the same page.

The first few weeks of your tour were a blur of performances, meet-and-greets, and sleepless nights on the tour bus. But through it all, Matt was there—whether it was through late-night phone calls, supportive texts before shows, or goofy voice notes that made you laugh when you needed it most.

He was busy too, juggling his YouTube career and projects with his brothers, but he made time for you. And slowly, the fear you’d carried began to fade.

The turning point came halfway through your tour, when Matt surprised you by flying out to see one of your shows.

You spotted him in the crowd as you sang the last notes of your set, his face beaming with pride. It was a moment you’d never forget, one that solidified everything you’d been feeling.

After the show, he pulled you into a tight hug backstage, his lips brushing your ear.

“You were amazing,” he murmured.

“So were you,” you said with a laugh.

“Me?” he asked, pulling back to look at you.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “For showing up. For being here. For… everything.”

His gaze softened, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was slow, gentle, and full of everything you hadn’t been able to put into words. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“I’m all in, Y/N,” he whispered. “No matter how crazy our lives get, I’m here.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you nodded. “I’m all in too.”

In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of your world, you knew you’d made the right choice. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

[mishy-mashy]

Do you think Banjo is the type of person who hides his problems behind a clown mask?

The guy acts like a bit of comedy relief, but I think he's the kind of person to face his problems head-on. I don't think he uses humor as a coping mechanism. We never see him do that for himself. He's just a loud guy

Look at how he first appears to Midoriya

He's loud, and it steals Midoriya's attention. But he's calling him out on why he's messing up

But as a character's debut, the first things he does are:

Call out Midoriya for trying to do things alone, when Yoichi's first message to him was that he wasn't

Tell him that if he can compose himself, things typically work out

Understands Midoriya's side of things, and tells him he knows (like lacking a mouth)

And once he says those two previous things, he exhales, and his eyes show their pupils properly

The parting advice he gives Midoriya is a reiteration of the second point: It's okay to be mad. What's important is controlling your heart.

Blackwhip is a Quirk that responds to the holder's emotions. Like other Quirks, but Blackwhip goes out of control when the user isn't able to get a grip on themselves

Banjo used his Quirk effectively. He'd have to live that advice to pass it on to Midoriya, back when Abilities were starting to become normal, but Japan was still wrecked. And we know that Quirks are influenced by, and influence, the holder's personality.

Banjo would have to be able to be honest with himself, understand his emotions, and has the maturity to say it's okay to be mad. Just control it.

When he said that for the first time, it actually surprised me. Everyone in fiction or reality says "Don't be mad", but a character on his debut and says it's okay to be that. I never heard anyone say that controlling your emotions and outputting them in a healthy manner is what matters. People just say not to he negative or annoying, because it's inconvenient; but Banjo went past that.

And when he fades, he tells Midoriya he's got this. He reminds him that they're all behind him.

Whenever he speaks, he doesn't make the receiver feel bad, or speak down to them. He understands them, and gives the next step in a familiar, friendly way.

On his debut, he told Midoriya to control his heart, and to remember he wasn't alone. Here, he tells him he should try understanding their Quirks better.

He's actually got a mature way of seeing things. He's an adult, and being the holder between Shinomori and En, he wouldn't be able to deal with either of them if he wasn't mature about himself. Shinomori probably wouldn't choose someone who can't be honest with himself upfront, after spending almost half his life for OFA. And En is young, prone to panic, and a guy who acts like his problems aren't there or funny wouldn't help that.

I can visualize Banjo sitting at a small fire with Shinomori, having an honest, calm talk about life (until Shinomori says the wrong thing and Banjo yells something about it). But not Banjo trying to push his problems down with a hearty laugh, and Shinomori being okay with that.

When Midoriya used his Quirk for the first time, Banjo did get loud at the start, but he did lecture him in a way that was kinda teacher-mentor-ish.

I actually like the way Banjo talks about his observances. He's got the demeanor of a good teacher, he's clear, and direct. He's light-hearted about serious things, but doesn't diminish them. He just approaches it in a way that you aren't feeling the pressure, and can feel like it's possible.

He seems to have this habit of being loud to get people's attention, and simmers down once he has it. He's never indirect or leaving the addressed to figure out the answer on their own, he gives it outright.

When Midoriya used Blackwhip for the first time, Banjo was all "You got it all wrong!" and then explained things. Since he felt himself fading, he could've been talking louder to compensate himself past the daze he felt. To make sure he was talking, heard, and to keep himself awake

When the first Three made the void silent because Kudo and Bruce didn't want to help, Banjo broke it with what Midoriya should do next

When Shinomori got yoinked, the first thing Banjo did was report it in a panic to Midoriya. This just tells Midoriya he really has to be careful now, because OFA can really be stolen. Even if Banjo just panics and doesn't say that aloud

Every time Banjo is facing some kind of problem, he doesn't let others panic too hard. He's not pressuring about problems, and steps back to let Midoriya figure things out.

When Midoriya was running himself into the ground, Banjo was one of the vestiges that didn't show up to tell him to rest. He already understood how Midoriya saw things, and was doing them his own way

Rather than trying to be a clown, I think Banjo is just a friendly person. He's honest with others and with himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to utilize Blackwhip right, or be the holder between a sagey hermit and young, scared adult.

[yanderes-galore]

Yan!Heian!Sukuna and with Y/N?

Lately, whenever Darling got pregnant she ended up having countless miscarriages, the longest lasting at least 3 months, Sukuna began to suspect these countless coincidences.

He doesn't care about these losses since he didn't want to share Y/N with some brat, but he found it very strange that every time she got pregnant resulted in a miscarriage, so he started investigating and finally found out why this was happening.

He discovered that Y/N was causing her own miscarriages, as she knew that the last thing the world needed was Sukuna's descendants, so he finally confronts her but with that damn psychological terror that he loves to do to her.

I wasn't sure if you were just putting an idea out there or not... But I can see if I can write something small for this, sure!

Infertile Falsehoods

Yandere! Heian Era! Sukuna Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Pregnancy/Miscarriages, Mentions of abortion/Forced miscarriage, Possessive behavior, Dark themes, Blood, Manipulation, Mature themes, Spicy scenes, Threats, Implied threat of forced pregnancy, Forced relationship.

The lie you originally told your husband was that you were simply unable to carry.

You are one of the wives of Lord Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses. Despite him having many, you always seemed to be the favored one. You were always the one to warm his bed the most, the one he clung to even after such an act.

Naturally, pregnancy often comes up in your life. Sukuna always seemed dismissive of it, not seeming to care much about descendants. Yet he also never tried to remove such an issue.

Part of you wonders if it gives him pride to see you in such a position... To show to others he's the one to claim you.

You were never on board with carrying the demon's descendants. You hate Sukuna, you've hated him since he pressured you into a marriage you didn't want. No one deserved to be burdened with his spawn.

Which led to your frequent miscarriages.

Whenever you notice signs of being pregnant, you'd order specific herbs to be brought to you in private. While Sukuna wasn't with you, no doubt fighting or playing with some other human toy, you use the herbs to make tea or syrup. Then, quickly and out of sight, you take it.

Hours later you're a bloody mess... but heir free.

You have servants clean you, often telling them you simply can't carry. You spread the lie that you're infertile. That you aren't capable of carrying his heirs.

Sukuna, again, didn't seem to mind such losses. If anything he seemed pleased to not have a child. However... It happened so often that it was almost suspicious.

Your miscarriages were often reported to him. Something just didn't seem right. But for a long time he accepted it.

Until he caught wind of the herb issue.

Eventually some Sukuna loyalists would uncover your lie. Soon it would come to light that your miscarriages were... self-inflicted. It was bound to happen eventually...

You already knew you were done for the moment Sukuna stalked into the room he made you two share.

At first, it's just like any night with Sukuna. You're sitting on his bed while he stands in front of you. You expect him to do the usual ritual you do... especially when he leans you down.

Your lord and husband leans over you as you lay on the bed. You're used to this, watching him as one set of hands lays by your head... while the second set wraps around your waist.

Until...

"It's on purpose, isn't it?" Sukuna muses, the purr of his voice nearly making your heart stop.

"What is, my husband?" You try to play dumb, but Sukuna's grin is taunting you.

"Your miscarriages? The servants talk, wife. I know your little schemes." Sukuna accuses, once of his hands stroking your stomach gently. "You aren't infertile. We both know that."

It's suddenly hard to breathe under your husband as he teases you. He doesn't seem... mad. But it only proves you can't hide anything from him....

"You've been asking servants to bring you herbs to miscarry. I'm not stupid, girl." Sukuna clicks his tongue. "I don't care for heirs... The thought of your attention being focused on a brat is annoying... but my irritation isn't about that..."

A clawed hand wraps around your throat while another holds your hands above your head. He's always been stronger... always been larger....

He's always scared you when he cages you in.

"My issue is your disobedience." Sukuna scolds. "As my favorite wife, you are meant to be loyal and transparent... not sneak around."

"I'm sorry, my lord—!" You try to plead, yet Sukuna's grip tightens.

"You're scared of carrying my heirs, aren't you?" Sukuna growls, holding you tightly as he straddles you. "Maybe a proper punishment would be making you carry one... How's that sound?"

You shake your head, making Sukuna laugh.

"So cute when you're scared... You're lucky I don't like to share with you..." Sukuna murmurs, breath ghosting over your face. "I don't like the idea of all your attention going to a brat of my blood for legacy or what not... but I hate disobedience even more...."

Sukuna chuckles when he sees the fear on your face, loosening his grip to caress your cheek.

"Tell you what... Beg me for forgiveness tonight... Show me you're sorry." Sukuna taunts as he nibbles your neck, his many eyes glancing at you.

"Show me you mean your apology... and maybe I won't make you carry an heir... think you can do that?" Sukuna grins with sadism dripping from his tone.

Fearfully, you brace yourself for what's to come... You tell yourself you're lucky Sukuna's being merciful with you...

Yet as the night goes on with him ... you begin to wonder if he means his words... or if he'll truly use tonight as punishment for his favorite wife.

[taegimood]

🙋‍♀️ Hi

Your hybrid fics/thoughts are so good 😣 Can I request puppy or penguin Kai pleeeeaaaase 🥺

thank you !!!!!! indeed you can 👀

mixed breed puppy hybrid!kai whose half retriever side is so predominant 🤧 floppy ears and fluffy black tail that’s always wagging and knocking into things cuz he doesn’t recognize his own size, the clumsiest but sweetest boy..

you were only planning on looking when you visited the hybrid adoption center, but the minute you saw kai and his bright shy smile, you just couldn’t resist 🥺

he’d be so adorably awkward at first, unsure of what to do with himself but still excited as he observes the apartment with wide eyes and a thumping tail, staying by the entrance shifting his weight around on his feet before you tell him that it’s okay to relax and go look around.

he’s so attentive and polite when you walk him through everything, nodding along and giving you his complete attention, eyes lighting up when you show him the space you just prepared for him;

you apologizing that it isn’t much yet since you hadn’t exactly planned on bringing anyone home and promising to spruce it up and buy him lots of things, but he’s quickly shaking his head and insisting that no, no, it’s perfect!!!!

your heart swells at how grateful he is over the littlest things and you definitely do end up buying him lots of stuff anyway <33

despite his shy n awkward nature at first, the two of you would end up bonding quickly.

you realize that he’s actually pretty mature and even have to assure him teasingly that he doesn’t need to be so polite all the time (which causes a blush to spread across his cheeks as he nods sheepishly) and soon he’s able to fall into a comfortable rhythm with you.

he’d loooove nuzzling his head against your tummy, and you wouldn’t even have to pet him for him to be satisfied — he just enjoys any contact and will happily slump against the squishiest parts of you that he can find.

he also loves your thighs for this reason and there have definitely been times you’ve had to quickly ease him off of you when he’d get his face a little too close to your crotch; he’s not sure why you’re moving him or why your cheeks are suddenly so red, but he’ll reposition himself if that’s what you want! 🤷🏻‍♀️

now despite kai having grown happily used to his new life with you by now, there’s one topic of conversation that has him feeling all awkward and shy all over again, and that’s the conversation that he’s trying to approach you with today —

your gentle giant towering over you innocently as he patiently waits for you to finish up what you’re doing, shifting his weight around on his feet the same way he did when you first brought him home;

“what’s up, hyuka? everything okay?”

he looks up from the floor with a start when you address him and smiles nervously.

“o-oh! um, yeah.. i just.. was wondering if we can talk about something?”

his fingers play with one of the napkins on the table after the two of you sit down, twisting and tearing it into little bits until you gently prod -

“hyuka? what is it, honey?”

he blushes at the pet name (secretly he loves it when you call him that) and finally meets your eyes.

“um, well… i needed to talk to you about.. uh… my.. m-my rut.”

you blink in surprise; that isn’t what you were expecting. to be honest, you hadn’t even thought about it before, still learning the ropes of what it means to care for a hybrid yourself.

as he explains in embarrassment that he can feel it coming soon and that he needed to let you know, you take note of how well he seems to be keeping himself under control — if his rut really is around the corner, you wouldn’t have even been able to tell — and you have to admit that when he brings up the mention of the breeding centers that he had heard people back at the adoption center talk about, you feel a twinge of uncertainty in your chest.

uncertainty, and… something else that you can’t quite place.

“hmm..”

he observes the slight furrow in your brow as you think for a moment. are you upset? is he being too much of a hassle?

but his momentary insecurity melts away when you finally respond,

“i’m just a little worried about sending you there for so long… i mean, it’s just a week or so, but.. i want to make sure you’re getting all the care that you need. it makes me nervous that i won’t be there to help.”

you don’t realize what you said until you said it.

kai’s head cocks to the side, confused. “help? how?”

“uh.. i just meant…” you’re lost for words. “well, i don’t really know what i meant.”

you can see the wheels turning in his brain as well as the realization when it dawns, and you wish a black hole would open up and swallow you when his head cocks the other way and he says,

“oh! you mean… you could be my breeding partner?”

if you’d had a drink in hand, you would’ve choked on it.

his words send a slew of images rushing through your mind, face heating up as you to try to push them away; you can’t think about your precious kai like this !!!

“w-well, t-that’s not exactly what i.. um… i mean, there are lots of other owners who.. uh.. who do that. but i wasn’t saying that-!”

you panic your way through an explanation, brows lifting as kai’s tail actually begins to.. wag.

his cheeks are pink as he sits there staring at you, even though you finished speaking, tail lightly thumping and the fabric of his pants bunching in his hands as they rest on his thighs.

it’s as if he can’t control his body’s reaction to your words and he knows it.

“uh… kai?”

his blush grows even deeper.

now it’s your turn to realize something as you observe him, before asking carefully,

“hyuka.. do you.. like that idea?”

and that, my friends, is how you guys came to the bizarre agreement that you would be the one to help kai through his rut.

the rest of that week would be kind of awkward, to be honest — kai still insanely embarrassed about admitting that he’d prefer it if you were the one in his bed, and you, well… you just find yourself dealing with desires that you didn’t even know you had, and didn’t even know if you were allowed to have.

but that awkwardness quickly comes to a forced end when you’re getting ready for bed one night, taking your time since it’s finally the weekend, having just slipped into your little tank top and sleep shorts set when you hear a thunk against your bedroom door.

you pause.

silence.

“hyuka..?” you call. more silence, but you swear you can hear the faintest sound of a groan come from the other side.

“kai? honey?”

you’re about to head for the door when it slowly swings open, your eyes widening at the sight of your hybrid slumped heavy against the doorframe, and you’ve never realized how broad his chest is until now as it heaves up and down with labored breaths.

his gaze is cloudy, a sheen of sweat coating his skin, dark hair falling into his eyes that are currently raking over your body — these clothes are the most revealing he’s ever seen on you, and you almost gasp at the low growl that forms quietly at the back of his throat.

“k-kai.. is it time..?”

he nods weakly, and you can tell how hard he’s trying to hold himself together.

you take a deep breath. you’ve never done this before, but you’re ready to give him whatever he needs. “okay. let’s go to your room.”

—

you’ve never felt so many sensations at once. the way kai grinds his body against you hungrily, hips pushing against yours, kissing and licking up and down your neck and tits as he groans — encasing you fully underneath his large frame as you try to keep up with his eager ministrations.

while you can tell that he is getting a little bit of relief, you can also tell that he’s still massively holding himself back (you’ll see just how much soon enough) and it takes everything in you to keep your own moans at bay as you assure him,

“hyuka- f-fuck- hyuka, i-it’s okay. just- just let go.”

his grinding is getting more desperate now, the bed starting to rattle and pants and whines falling from his lips as he protests, “d-don’t.. don’t wanna... hurt you…!”

you can feel his leaking cock throbbing against your thigh and can only imagine how painful it must be. when you take his face in your hands to make him look at you, there’s a wild look in his eyes, something feral on the verge of snapping — and you’re gonna let it.

“kai,” you breathe. “just let go.”

and so he does.

you’ve never been fucked so animalistic in your life, the hugeness of his form finally coming into play, the deep growls and snaps of his jaw that you never would’ve imagined your hyuka to be capable of; and yet here you are, fucked completely dumb on your hybrid’s cock as he’s got you pinned and marked and knotted over and over and over and over again as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do.

in his case, you’re his mate made to be manhandled, and it’s safe to say that by the end of his week-long rut you’re completely and utterly spent.

unable to even keep your eyes open as soon as it finally passes, the two of you exhausted as kai cuddles you as close as possible, gently licking and kissing at all the bites and marks he’d left behind, nuzzling his face in your hair as his cock slowly, finally, begins to soften inside of you.

you would probably sleep for a few days after that; kai taking such good care of you and treating you so sweetly with the softest touches as he tends to your bruises and keeps you all cleaned up and comfy.

i guarantee that after that first rut there’d be this deep unspoken bond formed between the two of you that makes you inseparable 🤧

all kai wants to do is love and protect you; your big strong sweet puppy who aims to make your life just as lovely as you’ve made his <333

[novaursa]

Legacy

- Summary: Tywin was the man who saved you from Robert's wrath. He was also the man who doomed you.

- Paring: targ!reader/Tywin Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Next part: dinner with a lion

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The heat of Harrenhal’s stone walls suffocates you as you sit, bound and chained, in a shadowed cell, distanced from the other prisoners. The silence presses down heavily, disturbed only by the occasional scurry of rats in the corners and the distant, echoing clamor of soldiers outside. They’ve kept you here as a prisoner of value, locked away from the common rabble. No one dared speak your name aloud, but you know what you are to them—a Targaryen, a relic of a world shattered and hunted by Robert’s Rebellion.

Your eyes trace the rough-hewn stones, your thoughts lost in Winterfell's cold embrace, where you’d been a ward, a stranger among wolves yet somehow belonging. Ned Stark's honor had felt like a shield back then, the North your sanctuary. That safety, of course, had long been stripped away. The warmth of winter fires, the laughter of his children, Arya’s giggling fits as she followed you through halls… You press those memories deep, lest they break you here in this hollowed-out fortress of despair.

The iron door creaks open. You don’t lift your head, knowing that if it’s a guard, his words will be as cold as his chainmail. Instead, you hear the soft scuff of small, light footsteps—a child’s, perhaps, or someone pretending to be one.

“Y/N?” The whisper is barely audible, like a breeze skimming across snow. You jerk your head up, blinking to adjust to the light spilling into the cell. A thin figure stands just outside the barred door, cloaked in rags, dark hair wild and tangled around a dirt-smeared face. The eyes, however, are unmistakable—storm-grey, fierce with a fire that the years hadn’t dimmed.

“Arya…” you breathe, hardly believing what you’re seeing.

She glances around quickly, as if expecting someone to appear out of the shadows, then steps closer to the bars, wrapping her hands around them. She is small, thin, but you can feel her strength through the steel.

“They’ve separated you from the others,” she says, her voice low but urgent. “Why?”

A bitter smile tugs at your lips. “They know what I am. Who I am.” You can’t help but reach through the bars, brushing a thumb over her knuckles. “But they don’t know you, it seems.” You pause, studying her. “Why are you dressed like…?”

Her face hardens, though her eyes still shimmer with the relief of seeing you. “I’m Ary. A boy.” She grins a little. “Keeps me safer that way. They don’t look too closely at boys.”

You nod, understanding. Clever girl. Brave girl. Your heart aches at the thought of her wandering through these deadly halls, relying only on wit and stealth. “You shouldn't be here, Arya.”

“Neither should you,” she retorts, voice fierce. “You think I’d just stay hidden, knowing they have you locked up like some...prize?” She gestures toward your chains. “You’re all they talk about.”

The words sting, though you knew what you were to them—what you’d always been in the eyes of those who held power. “Yes, well, they love parading relics of conquest.”

Arya scoffs, glancing down the hall as the clang of footsteps grows closer. She pulls back slightly, but her gaze holds yours. “I’m going to find a way to help you.”

Before you can respond, the guard rounds the corner, a hulking brute who grunts upon seeing Arya standing too close to the bars.

“Oi, boy!” he barks, jabbing a gloved finger toward her. “What’re you loitering around here for? Get along!”

Arya nods quickly, ducking her head. “Sorry, m’lord. Was just looking for scraps.”

The guard snorts, shoving her away with a meaty hand. “Scavenge elsewhere, rat.” His eyes slide back to you, cold and suspicious, before he turns and lumbers away down the hall.

You exhale slowly, your fingers trembling against the rough metal of your chains. In another life, Arya would have been free to roam Winterfell’s hills, a wild little shadow among wolves. And yet, she’s here, risking herself to reach you. As she slips away, she looks back just once, her expression determined, her eyes flashing with a promise.

The hours blur together after that. Servants and guards move past occasionally, sneaking glances but offering no words. No one knows what to do with you; even here, your Targaryen blood marks you as something foreign, an unpredictable fire they’d rather keep contained.

But then, as night falls and the cold sets in, Arya returns, slipping through the shadows. She brings a small hunk of bread and a waterskin, passing them through the bars.

“Eat,” she whispers, watching you with a fierce, protective glint. “You need to keep your strength.”

You take the food gratefully, feeling a spark of warmth. “Thank you,” you murmur, voice low. “How did you…?”

“I’m faster than most of these lumbering fools,” she says, a spark of pride in her tone. “I’ve learned things. I know how to make myself invisible.”

You chuckle softly, the sound echoing in the quiet cell. “You always did have a knack for hiding. Even in Winterfell, you could vanish like a shadow.”

Her face softens, a brief flicker of nostalgia crossing her expression. “Winterfell feels like a lifetime ago.”

“For both of us,” you reply, meeting her gaze, the weight of shared memories hanging heavy between you. “Promise me you’ll be careful, Arya. These people…they won’t think twice about harming you if they suspect anything.”

She nods, her expression fierce. “I’ll be fine. But I’ll come back. I’ll find a way to get you out.”

There’s a fire in her eyes, a determination that reminds you so painfully of her father. And as she slips away into the darkness, leaving you alone once more, you feel a renewed sense of hope—a fragile, flickering ember amidst the cold stone walls of Harrenhal.

The hours drag on, each one marked by the slow drip of water echoing in your cell, but eventually, the familiar rhythm of Harrenhal’s dungeons changes. You feel it before you see it—a shift in the air, the sound of hurried footsteps, the murmur of anxious voices reverberating through the stone walls. The guards move with unusual purpose, stiffening as they march past, casting wary glances at each other.

And then it clicks. A name floats through the muted conversations, spoken in low, reverent tones. Tywin Lannister.

Of course, he would come. Tywin would never leave something—or someone—of value to fate or neglect, and as a Targaryen in Lannister captivity, you are valuable. The realization sends a chill through you; you know what Tywin’s arrival means. After all, this was the man who orchestrated Robert’s Rebellion from the shadows, who ensured your family’s ruin.

Hours pass, leaving you with your thoughts, steeling yourself for the inevitable. It is nearly dusk when you hear his unmistakable footfalls—a measured, deliberate pace, the stride of a man who owns every room he steps into. The door to your cell opens, and there he stands, backlit by the torches in the hallway, his sharp gaze fixed upon you with that calculating intensity that has always defined him.

You rise slowly, the chains at your wrists clinking softly as you meet his gaze, refusing to bow or avert your eyes. He steps forward, and the guard closes the door behind him, leaving just the two of you in the silence of the cell.

"Y/N," he greets, his voice low and steady, as if he were greeting an old friend rather than a prisoner.

"Lord Tywin," you reply, keeping your tone neutral, though a simmering resentment lies beneath it. "I wondered how long it would take you to come see me."

He inclines his head, a barely perceptible acknowledgment. "I was surprised to learn you were here. I'd thought my orders were… clear."

"Well," you reply, voice laced with defiance, "your orders seem to have missed me by a few years and several hundred leagues."

A flicker of something passes over his expression—irritation, perhaps, or simply the mild inconvenience of something not going precisely to his plans. He regards you with that unyielding gaze, assessing, calculating. "You always did possess a certain… rebellious streak."

You lift your chin, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "It was a trait I shared with my family. At least, those who survived."

"Indeed," he says, with a faint curl of distaste. "And yet here you are, once again, a ward of sorts—though not of Winterfell this time." He studies you a moment longer before taking a step back, hands folded behind his back. "I did not expect you to involve yourself in… certain matters."

"I didn’t choose this," you reply, the bitterness plain in your voice. "Do you think I wanted to end up here, in the middle of this war, far from my family?"

Tywin raises an eyebrow. "Family? The very family that plunged the realm into chaos and left nothing but ashes and memories?"

You grit your teeth, the anger simmering within you. "My family fought for what was theirs. They believed in protecting their own."

"Their own." He almost laughs, the sound devoid of warmth. "A convenient justification." He takes a measured step toward you, his voice lowering. "But there are two choices now—obey, or find yourself utterly without power or purpose in this realm. It’s time to accept which path will ensure your survival."

The implication hangs heavy in the air, but you hold your ground. “And what path is that, exactly?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he gestures toward the door with an almost casual wave of his hand. “You will be brought to me, Y/N. The other prisoners here… they are of no value, save for labor. They’ll be put to work.”

You look away, unable to hold his gaze, a knot of resentment building in your chest. You know what this means—that he intends to keep you close, in his grasp, as leverage, as something he can wield. Just another prize in his relentless pursuit of control.

“Then I suppose I don’t have much of a choice,” you say quietly, resigned.

“Choice?” Tywin’s lips twist into a thin smile. “Perhaps not. But survival? That, you do.”

He pauses, his gaze lingering on you, assessing you once more before turning toward the door. Just before he leaves, he speaks again, softer this time, though there’s no warmth in his tone. “There was a time I believed you would find your place at Winterfell. Let’s hope you find it here in Harrenhal, though I doubt it will be as kind.”

With that, he turns, his cloak sweeping behind him, and the door closes. You are left in silence, the chains at your wrists heavier than ever as you stare at the empty doorway, Tywin's words echoing in your mind.

They bring you through the winding stone corridors of Harrenhal, flanked by guards who grip their weapons as though you might suddenly decide to fight. You don’t look at them, choosing instead to lift your chin, steeling yourself for what awaits. Soon, you reach a heavy iron door and are led into the dimly lit council chamber, where Tywin Lannister sits at a rough-hewn table surrounded by maps and documents. His eyes flick up as you enter, cold and unblinking, assessing you as if you were a pawn on one of his battle maps.

"Sit," he commands, gesturing to the chair across from him.

You hesitate, a beat of defiance thrumming in your chest, but there’s little point in resisting now. With a quiet dignity, you take the seat, keeping your posture poised, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you appear weak.

For a moment, he says nothing, his piercing gaze steady as he studies you, hands clasped before him. The silence between you is thick, heavy with the weight of a past neither of you acknowledges directly.

"Have you thought of what your place here will be, Y/N?" His voice is measured, devoid of warmth. “It’s time you learn that your loyalty—whatever remains of it—has a purpose.”

“Is that what you’re hoping to extract from me?” you reply, tone cool, unwilling to betray any weakness. “Loyalty?”

Tywin’s mouth forms a thin line. “I had thought that was something you would recognize. I recall a time when I gave you something very few in Westeros would have considered—a chance. Yet, here you are.”

You raise an eyebrow, the bitterness you’ve tried to suppress bubbling to the surface. “If you’re expecting a thank you, Lord Tywin, for ‘saving my life’ and sending me North, you’ll be disappointed.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches, though his face remains otherwise impassive. “I expect no gratitude. Only an understanding of what is required.” His gaze sharpens, icy and relentless. “The time for grudges and sentiment is over. We are at war, Y/N, and there are no innocents in war.”

You bite back a retort, letting the words settle. Tywin had always been a strategist, a man who saw lives as currency in his endless schemes for power. To him, you were a valuable piece in this game, nothing more.

Before you can respond, there’s a shuffle at the door. A small figure enters, head down, dressed in rags that disguise her almost entirely. You freeze, a flicker of recognition sparking within you. Arya. She’s keeping her head low, her gaze on the floor, playing the part of a servant boy with remarkable precision.

Tywin barely acknowledges her, but you sense the tension rolling off him as he glances briefly at the child. “Good,” he mutters, gesturing for her to approach. “Pour us some wine.”

You catch her eye just for a split second, then force yourself to look away, masking any flicker of recognition that might betray her. Fear coils in your stomach, a sick dread gnawing at you. Arya is so close to him, close enough to be touched by the man whose armies are locked in a brutal struggle against her brother Robb.

She moves with surprising grace, her hands steady as she picks up a pitcher of wine and fills Tywin’s cup first, then yours. You can sense her nervousness—the slight tremor in her hands, the careful restraint in her movements. Every instinct screams for you to shield her, to pull her away from Tywin’s cold gaze, but you force yourself to remain still, trusting in her disguise.l

Tywin raises his goblet, studying you over the rim, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “You’ve come a long way from the girl I once sent North,” he says, taking a slow sip. “And yet, I wonder if you truly understand the stakes of the game you’re caught in.”

You meet his gaze head-on, a defiant spark igniting in your chest. “Perhaps it’s not the game I care about, Tywin. Perhaps I’ve come to understand that there’s more at stake than power.”

He sets down his goblet, fingers steepling before him, his expression hardening. “That’s where you are mistaken, Y/N. Power is the only thing that matters. It is the only reason you are here, alive, in this moment.” He gestures to the chamber around him, as though the walls themselves bear witness to his authority.

Beside you, Arya keeps her head down, silent as she completes her task, retreating a step as if hoping to melt into the shadows. Yet, despite her best efforts, your gaze drifts to her, a rush of protectiveness coursing through you, though you know it’s a risk. You want to shield her, to keep her far from Tywin’s attention, from his scrutiny. Her fate hangs by a thread, poised perilously close to discovery, and you cannot allow yourself to falter.

Tywin’s gaze sharpens as he notes your momentary glance toward Arya. He doesn’t ask, but there’s an unspoken question in the air as his eyes linger on you, piercing and calculating.

With Arya now lingering in the background, Tywin returns his attention fully to you, his tone softening just enough to sound almost conversational. “Tell me, Y/N, do you believe that loyalty alone will ensure victory? Or will it take more?”

He waits, and you know that beneath his words lies a deeper question—a challenge, a demand for allegiance that you cannot easily give. 

You swallow, feeling the weight of Tywin’s question linger in the room like a shadow. He watches you closely, his gaze dissecting every breath, every shift of your expression.

“Loyalty alone doesn’t ensure anything,” you answer finally, your voice carefully neutral. “It’s a weapon, a means to an end, but hardly the end itself.”

He inclines his head slightly, as if acknowledging your answer. “Precisely. Loyalty is useful—necessary, even—but it is not enough to build a legacy.” His tone is cool, distant, almost as if lecturing a pupil. “Power is what matters, Y/N. Power builds kingdoms, reshapes worlds, burns down houses that have stood for centuries.”

The words are exactly what you expected from him: cold, ruthless, and unyielding. Yet, as he continues, there’s an intensity beneath them, a deeper thread of something that you can’t quite name.

“Legacy,” he says, his voice lowering to a murmur. “What we leave behind is all that remains when we are gone. Our names, our accomplishments… these are what endure. Without them, we are dust, forgotten.”

You meet his gaze, holding it with a defiance you can’t quite suppress. “I thought you cared little for anything but victory, Tywin. For all this talk of legacy, I hadn’t pegged you for someone who worried about what others would remember.”

A shadow of a smirk flits across his face. “Perhaps you misunderstand me. I care little for how others perceive me—but I care greatly for what they cannot ignore. For the things that endure, long after I’m gone. It is not enough for House Lannister to survive. It must be unassailable.”

You nod slowly, absorbing his words, though a part of you bristles against his philosophy. He sees people as tools, pawns in his endless game. That’s all you are to him, a valuable piece he can wield to achieve his vision.

But then, he leans forward slightly, his eyes fixed on you with a sudden, burning intensity. “And that is why I’ve decided to take you as my wife.”

The words strike you like a blow, leaving you momentarily stunned, the breath stolen from your lungs. You blink, trying to process what he’s just said, wondering if you’ve misunderstood. But the certainty in his eyes tells you that he means every word.

“Your… wife?” The words come out in a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“Yes.” His tone is final, unyielding. “This union would serve both of us well. You would be restored to a place of power—protected, in the only way that matters.”

For a moment, you struggle for words, reeling from the unexpected declaration. You’d braced yourself for talk of alliances, of politics, even of Tywin’s usual calculated strategies—but this? This was something you hadn’t anticipated.

“Is that what you think I want?” you manage, forcing your voice to remain steady. “A position, a title, the protection of your name?”

He studies you, expression unchanging. “You may not realize it yet, Y/N, but your value is not solely in your bloodline. You are a weapon that could be sharpened, a tool with the potential to fortify both our legacies.”

Just then, a clatter erupts from the corner of the room as Arya accidentally knocks over a pitcher. The clay shatters, water spilling across the stone floor, jolting you back to reality. Arya’s face blanches, and she drops quickly to her knees, mumbling apologies as she gathers the broken pieces.

Tywin’s gaze flicks to her, his expression hardening. “Be more careful in the future, Ary,” he says, his tone sharp but controlled. “I don’t tolerate carelessness.”

“Yes, m’lord,” Arya replies, her voice low, strained, as she hurriedly cleans up the mess, hands moving with a practiced grace.

Your eyes dart to her for a heartbeat, concern flooding through you despite your best efforts to mask it. You don’t want to give her away, to betray her presence as anything other than a humble servant, but the fear lingers, sharp and gnawing. She’s too close to him, too vulnerable here under his scrutiny. Each moment she spends in this room feels like a risk, a danger you can’t control.

Tywin’s attention returns to you, his piercing gaze heavy with expectation. “As I was saying,” he continues smoothly, as if the interruption had barely registered, “this union would be… advantageous. For you, for me, for both of our houses.”

You take a steadying breath, suppressing the whirlwind of emotions roiling within you. “And what if I refuse?” you ask quietly, testing him, though you already suspect the answer.

Tywin’s expression hardens, his tone cold as steel. “I am not offering you a choice, Y/N. I am informing you of your future. It would be wise to accept it.”

A shiver runs through you, the weight of his words pressing down upon you. Arya continues cleaning in silence, her movements careful, but you feel the tension radiating from her. You force yourself to look away from her, to keep your focus on Tywin, unwilling to risk drawing his attention back to her.

Tywin’s eyes linger on you, cold and calculating, as he gestures to the guards stationed by the door. With a curt nod, he speaks in that same low, commanding tone, his gaze never wavering from yours.

“Escort Lady Y/N to her chambers,” he orders. “See to it that the servants prepare her properly.” He pauses, considering you for a moment, as if appraising your reaction. “She is to be made presentable.”

You feel the urge to rebel against his words, to refuse, to assert the independence he seems so intent on stripping from you. Yet, you know that any defiance here would only play into his hands. Tywin Lannister has you cornered, and he knows it. His intentions are clear—control, alliance, and power, as always. And now, he intends for you to become part of that legacy.

The guards approach, and as they move to escort you, you stand, casting a final glance at Arya. You want to say something, anything to reassure her, to let her know you will look out for her. But you cannot. Not here, not now. Her head remains down, eyes trained on the floor as she finishes cleaning the broken shards of the pitcher, and you feel a pang of fear for her, lodged deep in your chest. You force yourself to look away, to keep your expression neutral as the guards lead you from the room.

As you reach the doorway, Tywin’s voice calls out, halting you momentarily.

“Ary,” he says, turning his sharp gaze upon her, “go to the kitchens and tell them to prepare a dinner for two.”

Arya nods quickly, bowing her head as she mumbles a quick acknowledgment, then scurries out of the room, slipping past you without so much as a glance. You feel a twinge of relief at her quick escape, but the fear doesn’t ease fully as the guards guide you down the halls.

The walk to your chambers feels long and heavy, the walls of Harrenhal closing in around you, a sharp reminder of your captivity. As you near the chambers Tywin has commanded be made “presentable” for you, your mind races, grappling with the implications of his intentions. A marriage—his twisted idea of protection, of binding you to him, as if that could erase the past or reshape your allegiance.

The door to your chambers opens, and the servants immediately set to work, preparing clothes, linens, a bath—all of it designed to fulfill Tywin’s idea of what a “presentable” lady should be. You endure it silently, your mind still reeling from his words, the promise of a future that feels more like a cage.

And somewhere, perhaps in the very kitchens beneath you, Arya is carrying out his orders, a young wolf in disguise, dancing on the edge of discovery.

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Whispers of the Forgotten | pt. 3

pairing: azriel x reader | type: angst | words: 2,8k words | masterlist

"She is waking up."

Someone is talking, but you don’t know who it is, have never heard that voice before. 

"Is she?" But that voice, you have heard before. And it makes your heart race, panic surging through you and gripping your insides with its invisible claws of fire and ice.

"Yes, Cassian," the female voice states. "She is waking. Thank the Mother."

You shudder — both from feeling cold and the mention of his name. 

"Don‘t worry. Nothing will happen to you, you are safe." The female close to you must have felt your slight tremor, trying to soothe you. Under different circumstances you would have been grateful for this act — now, you can’t really accept it. You don’t know what to do with it. Can you trust her? The stranger? She is so close and it scares you, your eyes not yet opening. But you need to see, to know where you are, and what is going on. 

You ponder over her words, the mention of the word safe…

Nowhere is safe, you think. Not while Cassian and Azriel exist. With them in your life you are nowhere safe. And why the hell did you allow yourself to fall asleep?

You can’t allow yourself to let that happen again. You can't allow yourself such reckless mistakes. You always need to be focused, one step ahead of your enemies. 

Ignoring the voices, you struggle to rise, but your throbbing head spins you off balance.

"Where am I?" you breathe, not recognising your own voice. It sounds weaker than usual, hoarse and ragged. "What do you want from me?"

Blinking against harsh light, only shadows greet your blurred vision. You can only make out silhouettes, no faces, no bodies. Some people stand close to you, some a little further away and one lone figure at the door. You don’t have to see them to know who they are. 

You would always recognise him. Azriel. You start to tremble, your knees feeling wobbly despite sitting down. Blinking rapidly, slowly the haze starts to fade, and everything becomes clearer.

"We regret what occurred. Regret the measures we had to take."

The voice, oddly familiar, leaves you unsettled and cold sweat builds up on the back of your neck. 

"You…" Your breath catches as a large, towering figure appears. Imposing, graceful, powerful.

His hands are shoved into the pockets of his trousers, his violet eyes trained on you. His features are sharp, but his expression is oddly soft.

"Are you…?" Your voice breaks before you can finish your question. 

"Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court." The male's voice is loud and strong. "Lady Y/N, I am sorry for what my father—"

"Gods!"

Rhysand. He looks different. Older. More mature. Like his father. You had only seen him a few times back then, never really talked to him, but you knew what he looked like. Everyone did.

You lift your hand. "Don‘t. Don’t apologise. I don’t want to hear that. It was centuries ago and...I don't want to hear it." You can't hear it. Not some silly apologies for things no apologising would ever be enough for.

You don’t want to talk about it — about what happened to you, about what has been done to you. You don’t want the memories to turn up again. You can't let them reach the surface ever again. And most definitely, not now.

Not with Azriel present.

There is unresolved business with everyone in this room, but in this moment it can’t be dealt with. You are not strong enough, your powers still haven’t returned, and there are too many people protecting each other in this moment. 

Rhysand dips his chin, slowly assessing you. "You may wonder why we freed you?" he changes the topic. 

The High Lord surrounds the couch and claims a seat on the couch table in front of you, but you remain silent.

"We need your help." Again, you offer no response.

"It concerns Koschei, the—"

"Death God." Your lips part, meeting his violet gaze. "Why me?"

And so they explain. Everything and in great detail and you listen. To everything that is said until your head feels heavy and starts to spin. It is too much, too many people, too many noises, too much information. 

Azriel stays at the door, and you fight the urge to look at him, not trusting yourself to not lunge at him again and try to claw his eyes out. Your hands are still shackled and telling by the scent of it, the High Lord of Night definitely put a protective shield around you — not to protect you, but rather the others from you.  

You listen carefully to every word that is said, but sometimes your thoughts stray. To Azriel. To the Prison. To what has been done to you and to the betrayal. And to what you know of Koschei. It is so much, your brain nearly breaks your through skull. 

"The bone carver, his—"

"Brother." Another female appears in your vision, she looks beautiful and young and there is a child on her arm. "He is dead. Gave his life for the sake of Prythian."

You speak a silent prayer to the Mother for another old friend you lost. Whispers of Stryga‘s death reached you some time ago and it sent a pang of hurt to your heart. Slowly, everyone is fading from this world, also Lanthys whose charm and lethality you truly came to love in the Prison and mist desperately when he no longer was.

"Meet my wife, my mate and High Lady of the Night Court." Rhysand’s reaches his arm out, curling it around the young female. "Feyre Archeron and our son, Nyx." Rhysand also introduces all the other people in the room, but your mind catches on the High Lady part and for one moment you can ignore Azriel and what the mention of his name and title does to you. 

You furrow your brows when he is done. "A High Lady?"

There had not once been a High Lady when you— Your thoughts are cut off rapidly…that was centuries ago. Obviously things would change — have changed.

You give your head a little shake, chest heaving with a deep inhale. You've missed so much, it hurts. It is a sharp pain, almost like a dagger cutting into your chest, shredding it apart. You have missed centuries in this world. Only because of him. Because of the male who promised you the world. The male who you gave everything to you. Your soul. Your heart. Your body. You loved him and he broke you. Azriel… Your head whips into his direction, grinding your teeth so hard your jaw starts to ache. He is already looking at you, nothing but pain his eyes, his shadows nervously swirling around him. You don't even want to kill him anymore. In all honesty, you never really wanted to. But you want him to hurt. As much as you hurt. 

Inhaling deeply, you clear your mind, ignore your vendetta for a moment, and blow out a long breath.

"What do you need me for? I can’t fight Koschei. I don’t have my powers back, the amulet—"

"In our possession." He hadn’t got ridden of it. Your head whips to Azriel and then to the short, black-haired female standing next to him. She was the one speaking and now her lips are pursed, eyes narrowed into slits through which she assess you. She takes a few steps forward, gaze not once straying from you. 

"My amulet." You almost want to lunge at her, grasping the family heirloom in your hands, never letting go of it again. "I want it back…"

The amulet of Oorid had once been your most treasured possession, the only thing you could keep of your mother, and it will bring your powers back. It is right there. So close and yet so far away. Never will they give it to you just like this. Your hands lift a little and you are reminded of something else — something else that restricts you from being in full control of powers. 

"And apart from that I still have those. I want them removed." With a frown on your face you lift your hands, making the handcuffs and chains clatter. "Even with the amulet back, I can’t do much if I have to keep wearing those." You avoid Azriel’s gaze, but you give Rhysand a reproachful look. 

They want your help, then they must do something for it.

The High Lord once again shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. "If we have your trust, you will have your freedom back."

This sounds good...and fishy. You can’t trust them. And it won’t be freedom like you are used to. Freedom meant riding with them. Hunting and haunting with them. Travelling from one court to another in the dead of night. Freedom—

"Forever?"

His eyes crinkle, and you feel a talon scratch against your mental shields. Did he truly think you would let him roam around in your mind? You had no idea he was a deamati but your wits made you react within mere seconds when you felt his power. Obviously you won't let him in.

"What do you mean…forever?" Cassian is the one asking and you bristle at him. 

"That I am allowed to be free after he is defeated. That you won’t put me in the Prison or in shackles ever again. That I am allowed to lead a life on my own."

"If you can defeat him." 

A female who resembles the High Lady jabs him in the ribs so quickly the general has no time to react, and you almost want to laugh. Serves him right. 

"Yes." The short-haired female says.

"I once was a Prison inmate as well. If you earn our trust, you shall roam freely."

"And how do I earn your trust?" you spit and each word is punctuated. You rise to your feet, suddenly towering a little over the black-haired female. Your gazes lock, power clashing with power. You flash your teeth, fangs showing. 

She has the audacity to smile. "I like her fire," she says to no one in particular. "When you prove yourself useful in destroying the Death Lord and don't spoil our loyalty towards you, then you shall have our trust."

You nearly grimace at the word loyalty because no one in this place, safe for the people you don't know, has ever been loyal to you. 

"But I can't defeat him if I don't have my powers back."

"A bargain it is then."

The black-haired female reaches out her hand and you raise a brow. You have made many bargains in the past, mostly over not that important things. Never over your freedom. 

"You regain your powers, and have your amulet back and you shall have freedom and for that you will help us with Koschei, starting with one special task now and then aiding us in ultimately defeating him."

The thin, loose nightgown suddenly feels so tight, too tight, making it hard to breathe. This decision is grand and should not be made on a whim, but you haven't got time. 

You hold her gaze…She used to be a Prison inmate too. Why would she lie about it? You think you can trust her…or at least partly. There is no one you can fully trust in this world. 

But this bargain will remove the shackles and give you your powers back. And your freedom. 

And so you accept. There is no other option anyway. You bow your hand and reach out both shackled hands, sliding one cold palm against hers. Lightning zips between your bodies and only mere moments after, a tattoo adorns the marred skin of your upper arm. Your gaze lingers on it for a long moment until—

"So shall be it," Rhysand bows his head and fetches you back to the moment. "Follow me into my office."

"First, I want these removed. We made a bargain!" You bare your teeth, holding his gaze while lifting your arms. 

His answer unsettles you.

"Az, remove them." The High Lord tilts his chin at his shadowsinger. You almost want to tell Rhysand that you are actually quite fine with keeping them only to avoid having Azriel touch you, but it is too late. And you won't ever be weak again. You hate him, and he should have any effect on you. He has touched you before, he can also touch you now. 

With the raise of one brow, you turn to Azriel and wave your handcuffed hands into his direction. "Now?"

He says nothing as he pushes off the wall, and slowly makes his way over to you, nothing but grace in his walk. Once again you clench your jaw, worried you'll grind down your teeth to nothing. 

And it doesn't get better. Not when his scarred hands carefully reach for your arms, broad fingers accidentally brushing your skin. It tingles, little sparks flying from his fingertips to your skin. 

Your breath catches.  

Using his shadowsinger powers or whatever, he opens the shackles, catching them before they fall to the ground. "Y/N—"

You step away from him, not giving him a chance to say anything. "Let's go to the office."

"Y/N, please," he tries again and seemingly he doesn't care that his family hears it.

Do they know?

Rhys and Cass didn't know about your relationship back then. Do they know now.

Slowly, you tip your chin up and meet his gaze. It is all in the look you give him, the hurt, the pain, the anger, the hate. You let him see it all and it is answer enough. You don't need to say anything.

He steps away and bows his head.

───── ⋆⋅ ☽☾ ⋅⋆ ─────

You almost shriek when your sharpened nails brush the onyx box, it’s power strong, electric, radiant, stretching out like a dark force that makes your lungs coil. It feels like death itself. 

Your breath catches in your throat, the power the little box holds so similar to your own. Death. 

You analyse the box, assessing it. How can such a little box, hold so much power? You don't even allow yourself to imagine what could be in it. 

"I think I need some books," you breathe after a moment. "And time. As much as I can have."

"We thought so," Feyre says and in the corner of your eye you see how she curls her hand around Rhysand's elbow, their little babe now peacefully asleep in another room. "Hence why we thought it will be a good idea for you to start looking for all the necessary books in our big library. You can work with all of them, whatever you need shall be yours."

You dip your chin at her, once again focusing on the box. It could be opened with old runes…maybe. Or some spells. Witches spells? You are not really acquainted with them, but maybe you need to have a look into those as well. 

"And speaking of the Library…" You turn to Feyre and Rhysand, an expectant look on your face, waiting for the High Lord to continue. 

"After a conversation with the priestesses living in the Library, you are allowed to have a room there. The Library is beneath the House and can only be accessed through the House of Wind.“

How kind, you think. You are allowed to. You almost bristle at the way the High Lord phrased it, but you veil your face in indifference and merely shrug. 

Freedom…right. Being locked into a Library. Underneath this house. That is what freedom looks like. Not. 

"Am I allowed to roam freely there."

The High Lord bows his head. "You are to stay away from the priestesses living there, but you are allowed to roam freely. The females who live in this place have experienced terrible things, we won't allow anything to happen to them again. As long as you don't cause any trouble, you have all the freedom you want to have in there, but if you do something, consequences will follow." 

You almost want to laugh. Consequences…They need your help. And why the hell should you cause any of the priestesses living there trouble? You are deadly, but you are not heartless. Not cruel in that sense of the word. 

You want to say something, to retort something, but the High Lord beats you to it. 

"I think it is a good idea for us to call it a day. You shall rest, you have been through a lot, and getting you out of the Prison and to Velaris most definitely wasn't easy for you."

Velaris…Velara. The High Lord's daughter. Rhysand's sister. Where is she? Why isn't she present. You haven't known her that well, but…you will ask about her another time. Another day. 

"I assume you want to bath and then sleep?"

You do, you really do. Today has been too much and you only want to fall into a bed, now that there is the possibility of actually having a bed again. And warm water to wash. 

Instead of answering, you only hold Rhysand's gaze and then slowly dip your chin. 

"Alright. Then end it here for today. Nesta will escort you to the Library."

You are so very tired. So exhausted. It is all draining. All too much after the century-long imprisonment. And you want to get away from them. From him. You no longer want to be in a room with Azriel. You can't stand to be near him. You can't stand his closeness.

So you find yourself following after Nesta into the Library without saying another word to anyone. And most definitely without deigning Azriel another look. 

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smut 18+, fem reader

🧸 your head pounded with the bad memories with your ex Hamzah...You couldn't stop thinking about him in ways you wished you were just able to slap the shit out of him. Obviously this was a way for you to just think of all the cons about your relationship with him just to forget about him completely.

Until you were sitting in your empty living room on a Friday night contemplating on calling your ex again to 'settle things out'. You thought as it for the better, you both see each other often more than other 'ex's' normally due to both of you being in the same working field and there was obviously very bias fans about the whole breakup and a lot of unnecessary back lash. You finally caved and called him hoping he'd be mature about your smart idea.

"hello?" the other side of the phone was awkwardly silent until you heard your name, "y/n?" his voice in a confused tone.

"Do you think you can come over? I just wanna talk about us...y'know?" you awkwardly giggled as you waited for a response back "Miss me already huh? It's been months I've hoped you changed." he teased as you rolled your eyes "Sure, be there in 20" he added as your tongue poked the inside of your cheek "aww you remember! bye bye!" you hung up as you mentally prepared your self.

You heard a loud knock at your door as you threw a hoodie on and opened the door, you stepped aside and let him get passed as you closed the door behind you "So, why am I here again?" he raised his eyebrow as he sat on the ouch of your living room "cuz' I wanna talk, I just really wanna settle things In a good way" you twirled your fingers around your hair as he nodded "Okay perfect I'll be waiting for your apology" he smirked "What!? I am one-hundred-fucking percent I deserve an apology!" you scoffed "yeah you lashing out on me for something I didn't even do deserves a apology?" he questioned as you scoffed "fine, I'm sorry" you crossed your arms

"that's all? C'mon couldn't you have at least said my name?" he laughed "Hamzah stop before I...." you thought of ways to ruin his life "before I post very embarrassing pictures about you" you furrowed your eyebrows "wow you still have pictures of me?" he smirked as you couldn't resist looking at his sly smirk he always does made you smile as well "what're you smiling at?" he licked his lips as his eyes traveled rapidly up and down your body "nothing!" you hid your face "okay, I'm so so SO sorry Hamzah please forgive me!" you said sarcastically as he laughed "see how easy that was?" he grabbed your waist as he pulled you into a sincere hug, your heart dropped as you fully felt the temperature of his body with yours. Because of not seeing him in such a long time it made you forget how good he made you feel, In various ways.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as his breath was felt onto your ear, a chill ran down to your waist where his hand was placed. "I'm sorry too y/n" he giggled as your face was flushed red, your tug around his neck lightened as you noticed how his eyes sparkled in the light as his hands stayed placed on to your waist. The "what are we?" questioned circled around your head as he put a part of hair behind your ear, your faces got closer to each other as you were both so into the moment

His lips connected to yours like a desperate magnet as your hands were now placed on the sides of his face, his hands firmly gripping on the sides of your waist as his kiss sent you in a state of euphoria. You've realized in that moment how you've never really met someone as unique as Hamzah. No one that made you feel like Hamzah makes you feel.

Your lips parted as it took you back into reality, "M'sorry, I should have asked" he murmured lowly as his hands dug into his pockets "No. It's fine" you placed his hands on top of his as he wasted no time kissing you again but this time more passionate. He felt his dick getting hard as he thought of the things you would do in your bedroom. His sloppy kissed made you groan as he smirked "Please can we go into your room y/n" he practically begged as you nodded and lead him to your cool bedroom, He was quick to swoop off his hoodie and kicking off his shoes as you did too

"god you haven't changed huh" he smirked as you were now on his lap, your panties thrown somewhere in the room as you coated his neck in hickes as his hands gripped your ass, his hands roamed up into your shirt as you shivered under his touch. You slowly began dry humping on top of his hard tent as it did miracles on your bare clit. His hands slipped off your shirt leaving you in your lacy bra, his other hand began to message your clit as you melted under his touch as you whimpered, He began unbuckling his pants as you forgot how huge he was "Can we go slow please~" you whined as you helped him take off his boxers as his throbbing cock sprung up to his belly button you looked at him as you pumped his length as his hips bucked by your touch. You slowly got on top of his as you held his hands slowly taking all of him making you moan "fuck- It's so f'good" you moaned as you felt your self already coming in seconds.

"Tell me when you can't anymore baby" he panted as you nodded, you began to ride him as his eyebrows sewed together "Jesus fucking Christ your so tight" he whimpered as he picked you up and laid you down as he began slowly thrusting into you "Hamzah!" you grabbed his arm as he slowly went deep inside you and back out "yes! fuck!" you yelled as he leaned down to your ear;

"does anyone make you feel like this baby? mh?" he groaned as skin slapped rapidly as he circled his thumb around your clit as you saw stars. His thrusts began to get quicker "c'mon spit it out y/n" he panted as you shook your head as he smirked as he pounded in and out of you circling your clit even faster "Hamzah! Fuck Fuck Fuck!" you scratched his back as you grabbed on to his curls as he groaned "Hamzah I'm so fucking close!" you moaned "Fuckk me too" he whined as his thrust slammed into you reaching your g-spot "Oh Shit!" you yelled as you felt your self come all over his cock "M'yes" he groaned as your legs shook under him as your lips fell onto each other as he planted his warm seed into you as you moaned into his mouth as he pumped his access come on your spilling cunt as you panted under him

"fuck y/n your so good baby" he whimpered as you giggled as he kissed and twirled his tounge around your hard sensitive nipples "I missed you so much y/n" he wrapped his arms around your waist as you played with his curls and wiping the sweat off his forehead "I missed you too" you smiled as you both knew you would be back together by the next day.

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤…

Types of Readers Baki Men Would and Wouldn't Get Along With

Guys, I think I popped off... (don't say anything about my grammar)

Kaiou Retsu 

Like: If we're talking about romantically, I think Retsu would be the best fit with somebody who's strong, confident, and level-headed. To be confident doesn't equate to being loud, instead, I'd think those who are the most silent are the most confident. If you have to scream out to the world that you're strong, then you're likely overcompensating. Retsu doesn't really like those who are loud (as mentioned above), seeing as he wants somebody who's always thinking of different outcomes, trying to defuse the situation as much as possible, but also having strong morals that he aligns with. Retsu would get along best with someone who loves to communicate and is emotionally mature, that is, if you ever want to have a long-lasting relationship with him.

Dislike: Honestly, I think somebody who's very immature and can't sit still. Retsu is very calm, always observing, and then reacting. He doesn't like to be brash or make split-second decisions because he feels that they'll never amount to anything productive (though he does have his moments lol). But, overall, I do think that Retsu would freeze if he was ever around, or romantically involved with a reader who's very confident, loud, and just scatterbrained. It would freak him out, causing his brain to go into overdrive, and unlock all of his protective instincts. I mean, how do you expect him to react when he never knows what you're doing? You're always speaking your mind and acting on impulse! Who knows what trouble you'll get into!

Orochi Katsumi

Like: Katsumi needs someone who can keep up with him, someone who isn't afraid to come out of their shell eventually. He wants someone who’s charismatic, allowing for easy conversions between the two of you. Katsumi wants to date his best friend, his partner in crime, his ride or die, if you will. He won’t get along with someone unless they’re similar to him, in the basic sense. You don’t need to be extremely strong (though, he will find that very hot), too outgoing, or loud, you just need to share some common interests. He doesn’t mind someone who’s more introverted, but he does want to be that person they act a fool around, the person they let loose and be themselves, even if they’re still tame. Katsumi is a bratty kid at heart, and he wants special affection from his lover, something that only he can have. In return, they’ll have all his attention, his heart, and soul, something he’d never give to another person. (puppy!bf energy ngl) 

Dislike: At first, I thought that Katsumi would absolutely loathe a shy darling, but the more I thought about it, I realized that he’d actually hate being with someone who’s aloof, or just disinterested (i.e. Shizuku from HXH). Katsumi loves to talk, to run his mouth all day, and if you’re not listening, then it’ll break his heart. He wants to be seen. Like I said in the paragraph above, he wants his lover to be his best friend, the person he relies on and looks to when in need (depending on the situation). Though I do agree with the idea that Katsumi is very egotistical, he’s still insecure (as are most with such a big ego) and cannot handle someone he holds so dear disregarding with ease. He doesn’t want to be replaceable, seeing as he doesn’t think of his darling as such. Therefore, he’s expectantly the same energy in return. He’s your ride or die, so you gotta match that energy, or else it’s over :/

Matsumoto Kozue (She's my wife btw) 

Likes: Someone who’s playful, caring, and touchy (basically Baki lol). I like to think that Kozue enjoys soft, wholesome relationships, finding comfort in light touches and laying in each other's arms. She wants to be held and cared for, and she holds herself to the same standard. She wants someone who goes with the floor, understanding that life has its ups and downs, and overcoming things as they go. It puts her at ease to know that her partner is competent enough to assess the situation and not get emotionally stunted. Kozue just needs stability in a relationship, and it can be shown in different ways depending on the person she’s dating/and their preferences. You don’t need to be verbally affectionate, telling her that everything is going to be alright, instead, you can use your actions. There are plenty of ways to provide stability, and Kozue eats it up every time. 

Dislikes: Someone who is really hothead and can’t handle change, someone who’s insecure in themselves. Their insecurity (and I mean aggressive insecurity, where they push it onto others, Katou) makes her nervous and it just settles a horrible foundation in the relationship. She gets fidgety, constantly worrying that they’ll have an outburst/mental breakdown. Kozue is a sweetheart, so she obviously cares for her darling, not wanting them to feel unloved and have panic attacks, but it’s difficult since they won’t let her in. She needs someone who’s both physically and emotionally available, someone who won’t push her away when they’re mad. Of course, it makes sense to want space when you’re angry, but when you’re constantly angry, refusing to talk things through, and resorting to violence to get what you want, it’s a no-go for her.

Kiyosumi Katou

Likes: If you were to ask Kiyosumi what his type is, then he’d tell you with a wide grin that he likes them dumb and fuckable, playing up this playboy facade (that majority of people see through). Maybe he’ll even add a cheeky laugh, saying that a shy thing would be pretty cute too, but don’t be fooled. This man is so needy, wanting any affection he can get. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a cinnamon roll or whatever the fuck. Kiyosumi is a grown man with some… violent tendencies, and manipulative ones as well. He isn’t mature and acts brash whenever he can, overestimating himself when face-to-face with a stronger opponent. Nevertheless, Kiyousmi wants a lover who’s motherly, or caring, someone who’ll listen and look through his little facade, caring for him even though he’s being an ass. Or in other words, he just wants patience. Deep down Kiyosumi understands that he’s not the easiest to get along with, but once you get past his original cocky attitude and bitchy presence, then you’ll meet a new side of him. A side that’s far calmer, no longer instigating and picking fights, just watching. If anything, he becomes a little pouty (lol), and he’s far more clingy, wanting more domestic affection. But do keep in mind that this will take years to build up to, he needs a foundation of trust to let himself calm down. Once he realizes that you aren’t going anywhere, then he treats you with care 

Dislikes: He loathes stupid people, and I mean genuinely stupid, like a bimbo, not reckless stupid. He cannot maintain a conversation with someone who cannot comprehend that people in the ‘20s could in fact see color… Though he wouldn’t mind fucking around with a bimbo, having a one-night stand and such, he wouldn’t be able to maintain a long-term relationship with them, nor would he be able to respect them. And that’s a pillar of trust for Kiyosumi, if he doesn’t respect you, then you’re not getting anywhere in the relationship. If Kiyosumi thinks you’re lesser than him (be it through smarts or strength), he’ll absolutely bully you to oblivion, never giving you a moment of rest. If he paired with someone genuinely stupid, no matter how kind they are, he would berate them, creating a toxic relationship. Yeah… I do not recommend, it really would just be a messy, one-sided relationship that would just end in tears.

Hanma Baki 

Likes: This was a little difficult for me since Baki meshes so well with many different types of people, so thinking of a singular personality he goes with is unrealistic. Though if we’re talking about romantic partners, then I think that Baki would really like a S/O who’s kinda bratty, but in a nice way(?). He wants a back-and-forth, some type of conversation that’ll get a chuckle out of him every time he thinks about them. He’d like a comedic darling, whether their comedy is through dark humor, sarcasm, or just being a clutz, he doesn’t care. Baki just wants someone who’s a little lighthearted, who wants to make the situation more enjoyable through humor. This type of darling would have a brighter outlook on the world, seeing the world through a lens of low expectations and easy-flowing thoughts. They don’t have to be loud, nor do they have to be extremely talkative, Baki is okay with some silence. He doesn’t mind just enjoying each other’s presence, but I think he’d like someone with a sense of humor, being drawn in with their witty comebacks/comments.

Dislikes: Honestly, there are not many types of people Baki doesn’t get along with, seeing as he has an easy-going personality that most enjoy. That just means that if he doesn’t like you, then you’re likely a POS. I think that for Baki to not like you, and genuinely dislike your presence, you’d have to be extremely rude and not in a funny way. You’re just annoying and nit-picky, whilst having no accomplishments yourself. Similar to the expression ‘those who live in a glass home shouldn’t throw stones,’ Baki believes that if you haven’t accomplished anything and don’t relate to someone’s struggles, then keep your mouth shut. You don’t have a right to comment and berate others for trying hard, even if they don’t do too well, when you don’t strive for anything yourself. This type of person would just irk Baki, and there’s no way he’d be able to have a romantic (or platonic, for that matter) with them.

Hanma Yujiro 

Likes: Okay, so this is kind of difficult for me to give an exact personality, seeing as Yujiro doesn’t really love. I don’t think he’s made for the romantic, homey type of love most people share with one another, instead, he was made for blood and war. A more primal love is fitting of him, a love might not be even love to begin with. Well, unless he respects you. I think what could really change the type of personality Yujiro likes depends on the type of romantic relationship he has with reader. If the relationship is that of a sugar baby/plaything, then expect the heartless playing that’s a mindfuck for the average person. But if it’s a genuine relationship, where Yujiro somehow got attached, then it’ll be quiet, a little eerie, but it resembles love far more than the usual mindfuck he gives people. I’m sure I could talk about this for days, so I’ll summarize by stating the basic things he’s looking for in both types of relationships. 

For starters, Yujiro isn’t normal, the exact opposite actually. He’s the definition of an anomaly, the unusual, the rare, and irreplaceable. It’s likely that there will be no one like Hanma Yujiro to ever exist after he, eventually, dies, though some don’t even know if he’ll ever pass away. As to be expected, Yujiro wants to surround himself with the unusual, especially if they’re to be his “lover,” or plaything, depending on the relationship. He’s somewhat similar to a crow, he likes new things, things no one has ever seen, the unattainable. This means that you’d have to be crazy special, or hella courageous, to earn the respect of Yujiro. And those are the types of people who attract his affection. Yujiro loves to interact with those who discover new things, whether it be a new fighting style, historical movement, or social change. Though Yujiro is egotistical, I do think that Yujiro likes to learn. Yujiro wants to grow, to accomplish, and to conquer, and how will he do that without learning about the world around him? He wants to be the best at everything, so that’s why he wants a darling who’s a specialist.

This means that you’d have to be smart, extremely so, whether that intellectual talent comes from your brain or your instincts, it doesn’t matter to Yujiro. He sees both types as valuable assets. I do think that he’d mingle better with someone who’s on the more observant side, who’s able to read him like a book. That’s the type of person who’d catch his interest, and if they can maintain his interest for many years, then they’ve successfully earned his respect(?). 

Dislikes: It’s safe to say that Yujiro doesn’t like many people. I could probably write a whole book on the many different types of personalities this man doesn’t mesh well with, but won’t because I think there’s a specific type of a person he absolutely despises, consistently that is. Those who are both lazy and chatty are the type that make Yujiro want to smash his head in, or theirs to be realistic, and I think it stems from his constant need to be fighting, moving, using his hands, anything. Yujiro doesn’t like small talk, wanting to just cut to the chase and get over with it, stop talking, and do some action for God’s sake! He hates mindless banter and believes that real men don’t use filler words to lighten the impact of what they say, instead, they should state their opinions with their chest. Because of this, I think that this would carry over to his love life (which is nonexistent, btw). Yujiro wants someone like himself in a sense, someone who knows when to shut up and just act. He gets pissed whenever a girl just talks his ears off, specifically not saying anything of substance, just babbling off about some useless crap he could care less about.

Biscuit Olivia 

Likes: Honestly, he’s the opposite of Yujiro, instead of hating everyone, this man mixes pretty well. This is likely due to the fact he has quite the ego, leading to him having quite the confidence in everything he does, never doubting himself and how he interacts with others. That being said, I think that Olivia would like someone who’s humble, sweet, and happy. Someone who’s just content being alive and treats everyone with kindness. This type of darling is someone who, though they were kidnapped, and possibly forced into working at the prison, will still reciprocate Olivia’s affections, leaning into his touch, and smiling up at him with kind eyes. They’ll also have a sweet heart, not wanting to spend any of his money. I stand with the Sugar Daddy Olivia movement, there’s no doubt that this man spoils his darling rotten. He spends money on you because he wants to, ‘cause it makes you flush and smile whenever he gives you a bouquet of flowers. But it makes his heart swell, seeing you flush and refuse, saying that it’s far too expensive and that he shouldn’t be spending money left and right. It’s not that they say this from a perspective of insecurity, but that they can’t imagine living a life of complete financial freedom. Of course, he’ll just assure them that he has all the money in the world, there’s nothing to worry about. Just let him take care of you! 

Dislikes: Anyone who doesn’t like Maria is dead in his book. If you don’t rock with his wife, then you don’t rock with him. I cannot imagine Olivia ever having another darling if it isn’t with Maria (in some type of poly relationship), or if she dies from her sickness. If Maria doesn’t like you, then there’s no way for the relationship to work. He needs both of his baby’s to be happy! And how can they both be happy if they’re fighting like cats and dogs? In most situations, Maria likely took an interest in you, and Olivia followed suit. I imagine that Maria doesn’t like many people, so to get on her good side is hella hard. IF you did, then you were probably really genuine, treating her like a normal person, and not the as the Unchainable’s Lover. You may have had some spunk to you, adding some snarky comments, but keeping it respectful and playful. From there, she was attracted to you and thought you were interesting, so she continued to request you (this is assuming that you work at the prison, or Olivia took Maria out somewhere idk). And the rest is history���

Jun Guevara 

Likes: Jun is a simple man with simple interests and wants, not to take away from his character or anything. Of course, as all humans are, he has complex thoughts and feelings, but he just chooses not to think about them too much. Now, that I say that, Jun doesn’t think, he just acts, listening to his feelings in the moment. That doesn’t mean he isn’t smart, his initial action is fueled and spurred on by his emotions, but is guided by his conscience. Because of this, Jun wants someone similar, a free-spirit if you will. Though he wouldn’t mind someone strong-willed, stubborn, or anxious, I think he’d match far better with someone who’s aloof, going with the flow, and speaking from the heart. They don’t think too deeply about things but aren’t stingy about expressing their inner thoughts and turmoil. They’re like an open book, and Jun respects that, finding it to be a breath of fresh air, something to look forward to. They’d have to be his peace in a sense, being his calm before the storm, voicing any ideas that they have without any inner motivation of taking advantage of him. Bonus points if they like the ocean or traveling, by sea preferably. 

Dislikes: Jun loathes those who are motivated by money and physical things, letting it dictate their decision-making, even if it causes others pain and suffering. These are the type of people that’d befriend someone well off just to sink their teeth into their neck like a leech, using them for what they’re worth before dropping them like they never existed. Jun finds these types of people to be corrupt, both mentally and in the way they lead their lives. For some reason, it brings some type of inner turmoil that he doesn’t want to address, and instead just acts on it, deciding to break, crush, and embarrass thoughts with such surface-level care. Another type of person Jun would hate is someone who liters, someone who doesn’t care for nature or those around them, and just lashes out, ruining the things around him. He finds a lack of care for nature to be an utter turn-off, something that’s also a corrupt way of living. So to put it in simple terms, I think that Jun greatly dislikes those who are sociopathic and act out of their own interests. 

inspired by: @iskratempestmadness

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any fics where Stiles and Lydia are siblings? I've tried finding some but it's only vaguely mentioned and never talked about after that so I was wondering if you had or could find any fics where it focuses on that more

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

back again (for the first time) but hot_damn_louis (6/6 | 73,083 | Teen | Sterek) “There was a—” Stiles shook his head, unable to believe it himself, “— a ghost.”

It had been years since Stiles had seen a ghost with his own two eyes, and not through a fancy camera or on pictures. He saw it, the column of light, at the end of his bed. If he wasn’t frozen, scared to even move, he might have been able to stretch his leg out and kick it. He was that close to it. 

aka Stiles is house sitting with his sister Lydia for the summer on a farm in the middle of a ranch in Texas. And even though he's a retired ghost hunter, the rumors of the Mad Monk ghost on the Hale ranch are too enticing to stay away from.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan (1/1 | 42,525 | Explicit | Sterek) “He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.

“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.

“What? No,” Derek growled.

“Was he hot?”

“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

Better Fortunes by SmallBirds (1/1 | 39,618 | Not Rated | Sterek) When a group of sinister men attempt to kidnap Stiles Stilinski from the Brooklyn apartment he shares with his stepsister, Lydia, Stiles is forced to activate a spell that translocates him to where he'll be safest.

Derek Hale isn't sure what to do about the soaking wet young man he finds wandering down a Beacon County roadside during the middle of a thunderstorm, but he feels compelled to help him. There's something about Stiles that Derek finds fascinating, and before long the two become embroiled in each other's lives.

Despite the threat to his life and the sudden upheaval of everything he's ever known, Stiles is having a hard time feeling too upset about that.

Studying the Blade by never_love_a_wild_thing (10/10 | 16,420 | Teen | Sterek) Figure Skater Derek Hale is going to the Olympics for the last time. Age and an old injury are finally starting to get the better of him, but a number of fresh faces on Team USA, or maybe one face in particular are enough to keep him going.

Stiles Stilinski and his sister Lydia are going to the Olympics for the first time. Between nerves and drama, he's worried that they may be in over their heads, but a veteran skater reluctantly takes them under his wing.

In other words: leave it to Sterek to fall in love in the middle of the Olympic Games.

Memories by idratherwrite (1/1 | 15,739 | Teen | Sterek & Lydia/Jackson) AKA, Lifestyles of the Rich and Oblivious

Rich cousins Derek and Jackson are ready to spend a summer sailing across the Mediterranean. Rich step-siblings Stiles and Lydia are planning to have a great summer traveling Europe on their yacht. Nothing goes as planned, but it gives Lydia and Jackson (and Theo, and Meredith) the perfect excuse to play some matchmaking.

I Need A Hero by sapphireginger (1/1 | 9,501 | Explicit | Steo) Stiles Stilinski and Theo Raeken have been together for almost four years. They're mates but something happens that causes everything to implode. They're no longer together. Why?

Political Animals by FiccinDylan (1/1 | 8,109 | Teen | Sterek) It's the worst day in Stiles' life and the last thing he wants is to deal with Derek Hale's bullshit.

Derek feels pretty much the same.

Red by ZainClaw (1/1 | 4,371 | Mature | Sterek) They’re close now, only a few feet between them, and Stiles can already feel the heat coming off the werewolf’s body. He smells like the forest, a layer of the wilderness forever etched into his skin. Stiles is drawn to him like a moth to a flame, the sound of his pumping heart maddening in his ears as he moves even closer. Desperate to close the final distance between them.

“If you try anything,” the alpha warns him, “I’ll rip your throat out. With my teeth.”

Stiles laughs drily, tilting his head to the side.

“Likewise.”

Man of Honor by Inell (1/1 | 3,454 | Teen | Stiles/Derek/Kira) When Stiles attends Lydia’s wedding, he doesn’t expect to meet two people who are perfect for him. He definitely doesn’t expect them to suggest an unorthodox solution to the dilemma, either.

the odds are in your favor by elisela (1/1 | 1,739 | Teen | Lydia/Parrish) “He was jogging,” she says morosely a week later, kicking her heels off at the door and sinking into the couch after depositing the bag of takeout on the table. “Shirtless. There was sweat.”

“Shoulda licked it,” Stiles says. There’s a movie on the television, something she doesn’t know or care about, and he shoots her a dirty look when she grabs the remote and changes the channel. “Christ, not this again.”

[d-targaryenshoe]

Dearest Triangle - Luke Thompson

Word Count: 841

Summary: What is more pleasant than talking about a show that contains you and your lover?

The lights in the studio are dimmed, and a spotlight focuses on the three celebrities perched on trendy mid-century furniture arranged in a semi-circle. 

The interviewer, a lively woman with a professional smile, introduces the interviewees.

"Welcome everyone. Today, we have an incredibly special treat. Joining us are the stars of the well-known and very popular Netflix series ‘Bridgerton."

"Luke Newton, Luke Thompson, and our very own heroine, Y/n Y/l/n, who all have kindly agreed to sit down and talk about the upcoming season."

The audience explodes with applause. You give them a gracious smile and wave while the person beside you, Luke Thompson, who is also your boyfriend, gently squeezes your hand.

The interviewer starts off, "I've watched the new first and second seasons, and it's mind-blowing. But the new trailer where we see a little bit of a love triangle, really shows the stakes are much higher, and there's so much going on in this season!"

"Absolutely, yeah, couldn't agree more!" you reply, "Just the friendship between y/n and Colin on itself, really."

"But this season, fans can expect more intrigue and emotional roller coasters. More passion, the love triangle, especially,that, is a part of the story which we all poured our hearts into." You smiled proudly, looking over the mass of fans. "For you."

The first fan question is directed at Luke Newton, by a girl that tries to contain her nerves, looking at Luke. "What's it like playing Colin, who is caught in the middle of this love triangle?"

"Well, I think Colin is just confused at this point," Luke replies, shrugging, chuckling slightly. "He's always admired y/c/n from afar, but her interest in my brother Benedict, played by Luke Thompson, over there, complicates things."

 "I believe Colin would be quite invested in this very special emotion of not knowing who you truly desire." He finishes, smiling at the girl.

The audience cheers, and a mixture of Team Colin and Team Benedict declarations ring out, causing all of you to laugh.

The next question is for Luke Thompson, a young man in his 20's. "As the more mature and serious brother, where does Benedict's heart lie in Season 3?"

He looks at you for a moment before responding, after the fans finish their cheering. "Benedict is in a difficult position, honestly. He's attracted to y/c/n, but he also respects his younger brother's feelings." He spoke.

 "But things do get more complex as the season moves forward, but I believe you all will enjoy the ups and downs of this journey." Luke smiles, as the fans begin cheering once again.

"Now, y/n, fans love your character's strength and independence. So, what do you think draws her to both brothers?" asks the interviewer.

You nod thoughtfully, "She's drawn to different qualities in each of them. Colin is charming and spontaneous, stages that the dashing man she dreams of also has." You said, running a hand through your hair.

"Then there's Benedict, who is reliable, very mature, and has wisdom beyond his years, and artistic talent as well. It's difficult for her to reconcile these two completely different appeals - but that's what makes it so exciting!" You finished, handing the microphone over to your boyfriend.

A fan then asks, "What's it more like in real life playing this on-screen love triangle versus your real-life love relationship with Luke?"

You laugh and glance at Thompson who chuckles. "It's a question we get very often, if not in interviews then when a fan notices us on the street."

"But to be honest with you, it's all professional. Both Luke and I understand the difference between acting and real. What unfolds on screen is purely fiction, and it doesn’t impact our relationship in real life, i love him with my whole heart."

"Can the same be said about me? I feel so left out, y/n" Luke Newton teases, causing all of you to erupt in laughter.

But you answer. "Yes, of course I do! Our friendship together has always been stronger than any on-screen complexities!"

The interviewer nods, turning to the audience for the final question, "Is there a message you want to deliver to our expecting fans?"

You lean forward, "For all fans anxiously waiting for Bridgerton part I on May 16th, prepare yourself for a rollercoaster ride of emotions and passion."

"We've put in tonnes of love and effort into bringing these complex relationships to life. Not just us, but also Claudie Jessie, Nicola Coughlan, Jonathan Bailey, and everyone else."

"So, dearest viewers, enjoy the show, and let us know what you think!”

Applause echoes throughout the studio as the lights dim, marking the end of an exciting session filled with laughter and anticipation for Bridgerton Season 3.

As you walk off the stage hand-in-hand with Luke, glancing at Newton who’s waving to the audience, you can only hope that you have managed to intrigue your audience enough to eagerly await the unveiling of the thrilling new season.

Sometimes, life feels just as dazzling as the world of the Bridgertons.

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❀ hello lovey reader! I have brought to you a briderton inspired story featuring none other than your perfect self and our favourite dilf, Toji. Take yourself to the early 18th century, you live a lavish life as the only child of a duke who has already promised your hand in marriage to a complete stranger. Yet you’ve kept a secret that burns close to your heart, the older stable hand with his devilish handsomeness and sharp tongue. A match nobody would ever approve but a girl can dream can’t she?

❀ warnings: mature themes, MINORS DNI

❀ And lastly, immerse yourself in the playlist I’ve created while working on this piece <3

🎧 Sweet Summer Playlist

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🍓. A gentle rain tapped on your window pane as you watched the water create dainty streams over the glass. Although one would think her lady ship was watching the down pour outside, your eyes were following the tall muscular man that was busy rushing the horses back into the stables.

His clothing soaked to the bone, giving a delicious view of his sculpted body that had been molded to perfection after his years of hard physical labour. You often caught yourself watching him constantly lately, perhaps it was the dreaded arranged marriage that loomed over your head that had you looking for a distraction.

The head stable hand was the perfect one at that.

“Y/n, if you sit at the window to long you’ll catch cold.” Your maid scolded, her hands on her hips but an amused smile graced her face.

You sigh but gather your skirts regardless, disappointed to be torn away from the eye candy just outside.

“Oh Francesca, I just don’t think I can go through this whole marriage nonsense. I don’t even know this man! What if he’s utterly disgusting, like some sort of old pig.” You say while scrunching your face.

Francesca giggled while carefully taking out the ribbons and ties in your hair, “Now that’s no way to talk about your future husband Miss.” she teased “Besides I’ve heard he is rather dashing, with the brightest blue eyes and such light coloured hair.”

You pouted none the less and sat in front of your mirror as she began to run a brush through your long locks “Still, should I not have a say in who I want to spend the rest of my life with? What if he’s just as mean as he may be handsome?”

Francesca hummed softly before gently bonking the crown of your head with the brush “With all due respect your grace, you should be thankful you get to marry into wealth and live a comfortable life that so many of us are not fortunate enough to have.”

Another sigh escaped your lips but you remained quiet on the subject as you were preparing to retire for the evening, once Francesca had shut the door behind her and blew out the last candle, your were alone once more.

Quietly you tiptoed to the window, the rain had began to subdue as your eyes longed to see the familiar tall figure of Toji.

And there he was, your heart nearly stopped as the older man stood in the courtyard peering into your window.

A thought crossed your mind, raising heat to your cheeks as your hands were already traveling to the string that held the chest of your bodice together.

Leaning closer to the glass, breath fogging it slightly, you did the dirtiest thing you’d ever done in your life.

Tojis eyebrows rose slightly in response, but he wasn’t about to deny himself the pleasure of gazing upon the young lady’s breasts.

Although most improper of you, the older man had a small chuckle out of it before blowing you a teasing kiss.

And with that he waltzed out of the courtyard to the stable houses, your cheeks flushed crimson and quickly tied your night shirt up.

Surely you would never be able to face him now.

🍓. That following afternoon the sun was shining brilliantly against the perfect blue sky, a warm breeze passed through the country side carrying the scents of fresh flowers and sweet grass.

You had taken refuge under the large willow trees that bordered the edge of the estates property. There vines perfectly concealed anyone underneath, giving you the perfect cover to peacefully read your books.

And of course hide from the staff in case anyone had came across your filthy act last night, your ears burned at the thought. Quickly taking a sip from your tea, you prepared to clear your mind and once more immerse yourself in the story.

“So this is where you’ve gone.” A deep yet smooth voice drawled from behind you, turning swiftly you were met with the sight of a messy haired Toji.

Straw bits were scattered in his dark locks and his hands looked calloused, probably finished throwing hay into the pastures you thought.

“I beg your pardon, what are you doing here? You should be tending to the horses, that’s what father pays you for.” You huff, hating the way your voice whined.

“I forgot who I was talking to. Apologies your grace but I hadn’t thought there was formalities between us after your lovely display last night.” He purred while adding a bow as he spoke, his eyes shifting to your bosom before meeting your eyes with a smirk.

Your mouth gaped but before a word could pass from your lips, he continued “It is rather indecent to expose yourself to the likes of me, I could be hung just for speaking these words to you my lady but..”

Your heart raced as he spoke, “but what?” You managed to squeak out, sounding a little too hopeful.

“I admire a young woman’s spirit such as yours, there fore I have no wish to taint you. Your hand has been promised to Lord Satouru, you mustn’t tease me ever again like that.” He leaned closer to you as he spoke, dark eyes twinkling with forbidden words. “Or next time I shall ravish you in ways you’ll never experience again.”

Foolishly, your gloved hand reached out to his much larger and weathered hand. “I want…nothing more.” You say quietly, looking up at the man who could never be your husband.

Toji gave you a sympathetic look before kissing your hand gently “I would be killed on the spot your grace, although I wish to feel your skin and know the softness of your body, my words are nothing more than wishful fantasies.”

It felt as though your heart began to painfully sink into your stomach, and stupidly enough a tear fell over your cheek. “But it’s not fair.” You whimper.

Chuckling softly Toji sat on the grass instead of the blanket you were perched on “I am twice your age, you’d want to have yourself a fine young husband to keep you satisfied. I can barely do one round without tiring.”

Quickly blinking your eyes of tears you straightened your back, reminding yourself this was not a time to be childish. You were after all a lady now, and you had the power to have what you want.

“I simply wish to be educated in what I am not, how am I to please my husband if I know nothing of what happens with lovers.” You say in a dignified manner that had Toji raise a brow at you.

“So you wish me to teach you things? Me, a common servant who lives with the horses.” He scoffed, shaking his head, his eyes held a new seriousness.

“You are asking me to risk my life over something so foolish, you truly are just a stupid girl.”

The insult went straight to your heart and Toji could see the hurt in your eyes as you gazed at him, “Apologies my lady.” He murmured in a gentle tone this time. “What I am trying to make you understand is I cannot risk my life for what lies under your clothing. This selfish old man wouldn’t think twice if our situation was different.”

You threw your fists into your skirts and stood abruptly “You are mistaken, I do not wish for you to deflower me. I am not so stupid as to think my husband to be wouldn’t notice the impurity, I simply wish to be kissed.” You huff, cheeks as red as the strawberry’s that rested contently on there plate beside you.

Toji smiled this time, a look of almost relief washed over his handsome face, all you wanted was a stolen kiss, or maybe two if he should be so lucky.

Craning his neck around to make sure no farmers with prying eyes were in the surrounding fields, Toji finally rested his eyes back on you before leaning over you.

“A simple kiss, with the way you spoke I was sure you meant something else.” He said softly before faulting your chin up, the sudden feeling of his fingers made you ache in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“Just kiss me.” You whispered while instinctively wrapping your arms around his well muscled neck, in response Toji took no more hesitation to press his own lips to your soft ones.

A sweet spark shot through your body as the two of you kissed, a short yet delicious thing that had you undeniably wanting more.

But Toji was quick to pull away once your grip on his collar grew tighter “Your wish has been granted your grace, I can die a happy man.” He teased before detangling himself from you.

You couldn’t fight the disappointment from your face but with a swift bow and a wink, Toji was off making his way back to the stables.

🍓. A few weeks had passed since you and Toji had stolen a secret kiss, today you were determined to take it to the level you so desired. You had told yourself you didn’t want him to take you, that you wanted to keep your innocence for the sake of peace and reputation.

But you knew deep inside it wasn’t what you wanted. All your life you had grown up alongside the rules, abided by the enforcements and tasks placed upon you.

You were entitled to give yourself to the man you so desired.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar voice questioned, not looking up you continued to saddle up your horse, your plan for today had been to take a long ride in the north fields since the flowers had recently bloomed.

Maybe it was the summer heat, or maybe it was the raging need for Toji but you grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward with a strength not even you knew you had.

“I don’t care what it is you think is best for me, I know what I want and that is you. And you will allow me this because I, Lady y/n asked you.” You seethe, watching as his face went through a flight of emotions.

“As you wish, your grace.” He replied in a strangled manner, allowing his hands to roam over the shape of your dress.

You nod curtly, satisfied with the outcome but terrified what to do next.

“My lady does not wish to do this here, does she?” He asked tilting his head slightly with a disapproving expression.

“Don’t be silly, I’m not some trollop. We’re taking a ride to the meadows. No one can see us for miles, and it’s to beautiful of a day to be stuck in the stables anyway.” You huffed before stepping into the stirrup and pulling yourself over the palomino.

Toji snorted but kept his smart remarks to himself, not wanting to upset his lady ship too much. “One must agree.” He grunted in return before seating himself upon his own steed.

The two of you raced off before the other stable hands were to return from the pastures, finding the perfect patch of grass you both settled down.

“I brought you a treat.” You say excitedly while digging around in your saddle bag, “I thought we should have something sweet in celebration.”

Toji snorted this time, unmoved by your gift of sweet treats “You really are foolish. I am risking my life-“

“Hush. We keep this a secret and nobody dies.” You say calmly before setting a pouch of fresh strawberries down and a glass bottle of milk, still cold from the cellar.

“My mother used to make me this as snack when I was a little girl, if I was nervous or upset she was quick to have the servants bring it.” You continued before settling comfortably on the ground beside Toji.

A moment of silence passed before Toji leaned back on his arms and watched you for a moment “I’ve never been given an opportunity as such, you are a kind woman your grace.” He hummed before taking a swig of milk.

You popped a few strawberries into your mouth before finding yourself reaching for Toji.

Your hands entwined themselves in his thick hair, the both of your lips meeting, tasting sweet strawberries and cool milk on each other’s tounge.

Your skirts were bunched around your waist, showing your creamy thighs and the one thing Toji had been yearning for since the first time he had seen you.

Toji kissed down the nape of your neck to your collarbone, hand tugging at the front of your bodice desperate to free your breasts.

He wanted to taste every sweet thing your body had to offer, including your petal pink nipples. You gasped softly as the cool air hugged said breasts and watched as Toji lowered his head to take your nipple into his warm waiting mouth.

“Hah- Oh- Oh Toji.” You breathed as pleasure tingled through out your body, arching you back you tilted your head back as Toji hummed in response and moved to the other nipple.

Leaving you too look at the sky in wonder as you felt pleasure unbeknownst to you.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your head snapped back down as you looked into Tojis lustful eyes, a flush of embarrassment creeped over your cheeks.

“Men always say such things.” You mutter before hugging yourself to Toji,burying your nose in the crook of his shoulder.

He smelt of fresh straw, horses and something manly. A comforting scent to say the least.

The two of you became nothing but a mess of wandering mouths and searching hands resting upon discarded fabrics.

A pain you had never felt before burned lowly in your stomach and Tojis length freed you of your innocence, sweet harmonious melody’s left your lips. Spurring the older man on as he rut himself inside your softness.

You both made warm love under a fading summer sun, you wished the bliss would last for eternity but after the upteenth time of orgasmic euphoria coursing through your body.

Reality began to set in, the strawberries had been crushed from the toss and turn of your bodies and the milk lay spilt beside you.

“I think it’s time.” Toji murmured from somewhere above you, his voice rich like honey.

“I wish it to last forever.” You reply softly as shadows crept slowly over the land, indicating the day was at its end.

The responsibility’s of tomorrow would arise and your stable hand would have to be nothing more than the bitter sweet past.

“Don’t forget me when you’re married.” Toji said before pushing himself off the ground beside you, his horse waiting long enough was eager to return.

You gave him a soft smile, one that didn’t quite meet your gaze.

How could anyone forget Toji Fushiguro? 🍓

[matenrou-fan]

suddenly i remember the days of obey me

domestic partner hcs with lucifer, diavolo, and asmo???

mischievous and silly arc is over, fluffy and domestic begins - ✨💅

Domestic HC with Lucifer, Diavolo, and Asmo with NB! s/o

omg hi ✨💅 anon!! I didn't know you were also in OM! ik you ask for some fluff, yet I ended up spicing everything with angst.. tell me why I get so carried away omg 💀💀

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff, mention of alcohol, also kinda angsty in Diavolo's part and suggestive in Asmo's part??

-If you were able to get so deep in his heart, he will never let you go now. I'm meaning it not only in some jealous possessive way, but in some overprotective one too.

-He's already lost enough in his life, so you're too precious for him now, and Luci is ready to protect you from anything, with all possible ways.

-Well but it didn't mean he would save you from his brothers and all this cacophony they make. He would never admit but one of the reasons why he falls for you so much is your ability to get into this trouble and then find the most ridiculous way to get out of this.

-Acting like all these things annoys him but really loves to see these little accidents and take part in it too. (Also, of course Luci wouldn't scold you as hard as he scolds his brothers after this.)

-"What do you mean this idiot again got into some debts?" - your boyfriend sighs, disappointed, as you are sitting on his office, telling him another story about Mammon and his and yours adventures. - "There's no way he would ever get mature, for demon's sake.."

"But don't you actually love it?" - you can't help but giggle, clearly see as the corners of his lips lift a little. - "There's no way you don't adore Mammon the way he is.."

Lucifer just scoffs again. You're really lucky that he's your boyfriend, cause he would kill right in place anyone else who would say something like that.

"I just got used to such behavior.." - another small sigh as he looks away with a light blush. What great magic do you possess that Avatar of Pride himself just can't hide his true emotions? It's like bright colors appear on his face against his will..

-It's actually surprising how soft Lucifer can be when no one else is around, just you and him in his office or bedroom..

-Only you have a privilege to see his relaxed face after a long day. Your presence is enough for your boyfriend to calm down, and all thoughts about paperwork and other problems fade away as soon as your gazes meet. The uncontrollable urge to pepper your whole face in kisses is the only thing in his mind now.

-Absolutely love gentle kisses, especially in moments like that, when Lucifer too drained after another loud day in House of Lamentation. All he needs now is to feel your generous care, your tender love, as your light touches soothe his tensed muscles.

-I don't want to say he suddenly would stop teasing you - Luci still absolutely adores how quickly your face turns red after a few of his commentaries.

-Just, even though he loves something burning and passionate in your relationship, he adores some cozy peace too. It helps the bond between you two get stronger as your souls get closer to each other, while some wild naughty games keep this initial feeling in your hearts glowing bright.

-So yes, he can be all lovey-dovey, but only in private. When outside Lucifer prefers more 'serious' touches - his arm resting on your waist, caressing it through the fabric, or his hand on your shoulder as he pushes you closer to himself in a crowded corridor. Lucifer just absolutely loves to brag off about you being so close to him through these actions..

-Demons who usually get to talk with you always avoid you when you're with your boyfriend, and you wonder why. Well, maybe if you would turn and look up at Lucifer's face you would realize, but he manages to change his expression to a calm and smuggy one every time you try to do this.

"Is something wrong? You keep looking at me with such an amusing face.." - he always chuckles, enjoying your frustration.

"Nothing.. Just sometimes it feels like you have some sort of vibe that frightens everyone off.." - you mumble in response.

"Mm? Vibe? I think I can say it's just my prideful aura.. You know, not everyone can get too close to someone as omnipotent as me.." - oh, of course. It wouldn't have been Lucifer if he hadn't started bragging a little, showing his prideful side. Yet you just chuckle, teasing him a little bit:

"Oh? And then how high-powered I am if I get so close?"

".. you had another sort of power.. I would prefer to say 'charm', actually, that makes everyone around you engrossed by this.." - Despite you hoping to make your boyfriend flustered, his words tickle your heart and make you blush a little again. - "But among all of them, you chose me.. Doesn't that mean we are a perfect, powerful couple..?"

-Lucifer always has some poetic words to make you shy and giggly, but he absolutely adores you when you tease him too. It's a game for both sides, isn't it? So he wants to see what you have for him in store too.

-And if you are able to make him flustered (that is more easily done when you two are alone, and he shows his sensitive side), it's just a wonderful view - light red color perfectly suits his face, and the way his perpetually furrowed brows arch slightly, making his gaze so alluring and sensual.. You can't help but finish Lucifer off, cooing at him for being so cute and adorable. Extra points if you would pepper his face with kisses between your little compliments.

-He just can't help but being a big softie around you. You're cold? Here, take his coat. Or maybe your arms shiver under such wind? Of course you can borrow his gloves too. Seeing you enjoying his clothes makes him happy, and it also strokes his ego very much as he kinda sees it as marking.

-But what actually makes his heart melt and swell is seeing you early in the morning in his shirt. Lucifer is not a morning demon, yet he always wakes up in a more high mood if you spend the night in his room and greets him in such an outfit.

"Good morning.. I just wanted to go to the kitchen and make you coffee.." - you chuckle, watching the sleepy yet pleasant face of your boyfriend. His casual styled hair is so messy, but it just makes him look even hotter.

"Good morning.. I wouldn't mind such a treat right in the morning.. " - Lucifer also chuckled, placing his hand on your waist and moving you closer to himself in a warm hug. - "But I do hope you will go like that? Only in my shirt?"

"Ahh, you want your brothers to be jealous?" - you giggle, burying your fingers in black locks and messing with his hair a little. And of course Lucifer wouldn't move away, as your soft palm on his forehead and playful fingers are very enjoyable. - "Want me to bring some sweets along with coffee?"

"Mm.. No, you don't need to." - he furrowed his brows for a moment before smirking, moving his lazy gaze from yours eyes to your lips. - "After all, you can provide me with another tasteful treat, don't you think..?"

-It feels like you moved from your room to his now, as more than half nights you spend here. Even if your boyfriend is too busy with some paperwork and can't pay you that much attention before sleep, your persistence helps him work without any distractions, as he didn't feel that stressed about this bunch of documents.

-Uh.. But can I actually say 'without any distractions'..? As sometimes, as you sit near him, you can't help but tickle him a little, he places your arm on his one.. You do know he's busy, but you also know your lover too well and can see when he needs a small break.

-And Lucifer absolutely adores how you spoil him with some tea or coffee, or cheering him up with a few kisses, telling that work is almost done and he should keep it up just a little. He's playful, teasing you about what kind of reward he will get from his precious human, but deep in his soul he's grateful for this. Nothing can keep him moving (not only in the sense of documentation) as much as you and your soft smile..

"Here.. You should be thankful that I was able to sneak into the kitchen and steal this from Beel.." - your soft giggle tickles his heart as you place a small plate with tarts and a warm cup of coffee near him.

"I'm sure his plate was full of baking so he wouldn't mind if you take one.." - Lucifer chuckled, moving a little from the table with a tired sigh. - "But thank you anyways.."

"You're welcome. Just finish your report as fast as you can, okay? I'm kinda lonely.." - you mumble but your boyfriend clearly sees that you are just acting. But even knowing it, he still falls for your games, letting you toying with his heart.

"Of course, darling.. But only if you would share some of your energy with me.." - he patted his lap, inviting you to sit down. Having you so close, being able to smell your genteel fragrance, your sweet perfume, feeling your warmth.. His whole face tells you how much he needed it right now.

"Oh, are you trying to say I'm more powerful than you and should take charge of my precious boyfriend..?" - you can't help but giggle, enjoying his weakness in front of you.

"This is not really what I meant.. You just have some magic bent to fill me with determination.." - Lucifer's smuggy smile gets wider as you sit on his lap, leaning to his chest. He immediately hugs your waist with his hand, another strokes your cheeks as he makes you look up at him.

"Darling.. S/o.. I love you."

-Be ready to be pampered like a high royalty.

-Well, because you ARE a high royalty, don't you think? If you decided to engage in a relationship with Diavolo, that means you're serious about this, right? Cause he is.

-Despite his goofy careless behavior, he does appreciate you near him on a deep, serious level. After all, he is the future King of Devildom, he can be humorless while making great plans that indulge you in his life.

-So he's willing to take you with him anywhere. He doesn't care about your status as an ordinary human or just an exchange student, Dia will take you to different formal evenings, parties and meetings.

-Of course he would prepare you for this, buying all outfits that you want, sponsoring any of your wishes, so you would look stunning every evening, lighting up big rooms of his castle brighter than any lamps and candles can.

-Well, but it's only if you want to join all of these things. It's a big part of Dia's life and he does understand that you need to show up here, as his partner, yet if you are not comfortable, he would never push you into this. Just be more stubborn when it's a really important event or if it's something he finds fascinatingly interesting and really wants you to see.

-Diavolo just knows how to make this puppy's eyes, almost begging with his whole body and actions, as he is trying to persuade you for another soiree.

"It would be just an amazing evening..!" - he swears, holding your hands in his big and warm ones. - "But not that amazing if you won't go.."

"Dear, I know you wanted me to go, but I'm gonna be kinda busy.." - you sigh but without rancor, as it actually was kinda amusing to see Lord of Demons himself clinging to you so much. It almost feels like he's ready to drop to his knees.

"But there's gonna be your favorite meal..!"

"And I'm sure you have some paperwork to do, don't you?" - ignoring his demands, you just chuckle. - "Barbatos wouldn't let you go out this evening, Dia.."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you would agree to accompany me.. I was hoping to spend this evening together with you, dancing and having fun.." - your boyfriend mumbled, frustrated. Just how did you know about his unfinished work..! Moreover, teasing him with such a cunning smile.. You just love to toy with him, knowing well he can't resist your charm..?

"Aww, so you just want to spend some time together? Then what do you say about me cheering you up a little while you're working?" - you giggle, cupping his cheeks as Diavolo looks at you with such hope. - "I don't want to steal Barbatos's work but I'm sure this is what he's actually wouldn't mind.."

-Well, but honestly, Barbatos WOULD mind, as his Lord is just so easy to distract.. He always starts working hard and carefully with all these documents, hoping to finish everything quickly and hear some praise from you, yet every time he starts wondering about you and your warm hands, about soft kisses you would give him as a small treat.. Every time it just ended up with you on his lap as Diavolo asking for another little break.

-He's just a big fan of touches, kisses, cuddles..! And there's no difference if you're in his Castle or in RAD, he would be glad to hug you tightly, to hold your hand with such a proud face. Of course he wouldn't get too touchy, leaving the most passionate and sweet things just for you two to see and enjoy, yet he can't control this urge to place hand on your waist or shoulder in a protective way.

-In a protective way? Well, because there sure to be some demons who'd envy you getting so close to Diavolo. Maddie alone would be a big problem, what can we say about others unruly witches, demons and succubus who were also wishing to get in your place?

-You will not receive a whole guardian team, but now you notice the gaze of Barbatos on your back more often, as he's just following orders of his Lord to check on you. Your boyfriend himself can't be with you all the time, even if he's really yearning to, so he would send his servant.

-And of course you would move to Lord Demon's Castle now. Maybe Diavolo would try to fake it and tell it's another way to keep you safe, yet you can clearly see how happy he is about making you stay so close to him. And soon he would give up, telling you how long he was waiting for it.

"Here.. This would be your new bedroom.." - A small chuckle escaped his lips as you two were standing in a kinda large room, already filled with furniture and all needed things. Diavolo is such an attentive lover, knowing all your hobbies by heart, as he pleases you with small gifts almost every day. - "I try to make according to your tastes, yet if there is something you want to add or change, tell me, princess.."

"Hmm.. That's good, but I thought you would sleep in your room.." - you can't help but giggle, noticing his surprised face and light blush. Yet Diavolo quickly came back fast and laughed too.

"Well, I thought about all the times when you spent nights in my castle before.. But maybe you wouldn't be comfortable living with me that close on a daily basis.." - he mumbled with an ashamed expression, but his pale golden eyes were glowing with excitement, holding out hope. Sometimes it was so easy to read Lord of Demons like an open book. Well, at least for you.. - "But if you don't mind pushing things more, then I'll be glad.."

-And he means it. You can't imagine how much he was longing for you, even before you two started a relationship, and now, as with each step he's closer and closer to lure you into the depth of his soul, Diavolo gets more and more impatient. You have no idea how hard it is for a demon to control his craving urge to just capture and withhold his precious human all to himself..

-So yes, he's really possessive, getting jealous so easily.. That's another reason why you moved from House of Lamentation, as thoughts about you hanging out with Seven brothers for a whole evening, about their privilege to adore your sleepy face early in the morning as they share breakfast with you.. It was like a hot burning needle in his heart, and Diavolo is sure he has all the right to get rid of this feeling by placing you near him.

-It's not like he's not confident in himself or in your loyalty, it's just.. As a prince, he gets used to receiving everything he wants by just snapping his finger, to get so many presents and gifts just because. But with you he can feel that his wealth and title is not what makes you interested, that you see his personality first, that you see him. And Diavolo was hankering for this empathy for so long, craving for someone like you by his side..

-So of course he do feel fear of losing you. What if his character is not that bright and interesting as one of brothers? Maybe demons around him get attached to his money and status because he's nothing without this things? Maybe he was wishing for you to see through this tinsel but when the gold curtain rises there's nothing on a stage of his soul and heart? Maybe you just mistaken with your interest to him and soon would realize how empty he's without this masquerade?

-And now Diavolo bewildered with his jealous, trying to win you over with his real feelings, which are a real mess due to his confusion over his own personality, and at the same throwing more money in your eyes, wishing to keep you next to him with it. If he will not be able to make you feel safe, to make you want to live in such abundance, then at least he would tie you to him with deep feel of guilt for all this amount of money he spent on you, isn't he..?

-And even when Diavolo do tries to control his jealousy, you can feel as his grip on your waist get tight when you're in RAD, how he tend to kiss you longer and deeper right in front of everyone. Some small, harmless questions about your friends in Academy never make you suspicious, when in fact your boyfriend was carefully thinking about everyone around you. He doesn't mind to make his or his servant's hands dirty, if suddenly Diavolo would realize there's someone bad who not worthy your attention.. Or get too many of your attention..

-Yet your boyfriend doesn't want to scare you away, still acting all bubbly and ebullient. And he's actually happy to fool around with you, it's not just an act! Diavolo does understand sometimes that many of his servants, subordinates, just demons around tolerate his airheaded behavior only because he's a Lord.. Yet you actually enjoyed his company, having fun along with him..!

-It's just so heartwarming, to have someone who understands you and doesn't care about your status in the first place. Sometimes you even surprise Lord of Demons with your lack of interest for his title. You always had talked with him on equal, and it was probably the first thing that amuse him in you.

-Especially how easy you call him by any teasing nicknames, as he absolutely love it. Any nicknames, you name it, Diavolo would be glad to hear it for yourself and use for you. It's like another small game for him, as he love to think what cute compliment would be suit you today.

"Mm.. You buy yourself a new shampoo?" - his lips curved in a soft smile, as pleasant smell tickle his nose during his bear hug with you. - "You smell so fresh and sweet, my little buttercup.."

"Aren't you call me your sweetie pie yesterday?" - you chuckle, trying to breath normally as your boyfriend just have tendency to squeeze you too tight in his grasp.

"Well, because yesterday we was baking together..!" - Dia laugh, remembering a big mess on Castle's kitchen and your crooked cake in the middle of table. - "That was fun, but for me, our product turned out not that yummy and delicious, as you.. And there's probably no sweets that would delight me as much as your lips.."

"Ooh? Someone flirty? That's mean I should call you a smooth talker today, am I?" - you chuckle yet get on your tiptoe to press your lips to his in a small playful kiss.

"I honestly wouldn't mind anything.. As long as it's your voice, I don't care about what you call me.. I just hear your loving tone and it's enough to make everything inside me trembling in happiness.." - he mumbled, his casual loud voice now was almost like a whisper, as Diavolo got into some romantic mode. Honestly, he always starts to melt like that when you hang out around him for a whole day, turning into a timid needy demon who's only wish is to receive some kisses.

"S/o, i.. I just addicted to you.."

-Ahh, get prepared to fully renovate your life - your schedule, your wardrobe, your free time, everything..!

-Cause Asmo requires a lot of time !! You're literally was able to charm him, him, the avatar of Lust who's get used to charm everyone around him, not the vice versa..! So of course he wants to spend as many times with you as he can, exploring this new thrilling pleasure of yearning only to one person..

-Always know what you two would do in the evening, as he has a whole list of adorable sweet things he want to do with you. Shopping date, night tour along all Devildom's clubs, calm spa evening, cute little baking lesson, quality time at the cafe with bunch of photos for Devilgram.. You name it!

-It's honestly surprise you, where your boyfriend get so much energy and passion for you everyday. Not like you get tired of it, but Asmo literally ready to spend whole days and nights with you.

-In the begging you though it all would be harder, with his addiction to clubs and flirt with succubus. Yet he turns out to be really loyal boyfriend, even more faithful than many other guys can be. Like, he do still love to have some chit chats with witches and pretty demons, yet now Asmo would never cross the line, getting too lovely with anybody else than you.

-He even likes to brag about how happy he is in his relationship with you..! Now it looks more like you two share one Devilgram's blog, as his whole account is in cute photos with you on different dates. And yes, Asmo absolutely loves to spend lazy evenings in his bed with you, trying new funny effects and masks, or maybe filming a new video in Fab Snap.

"Oh, here, here, look..! This filer will show us how good our couple is..!" - he giggles, hugging you and leaning his head closer to yours, and now a big heart appears on a screen right above you.

"I thought you already had said to me that we're a perfect match..?" - A small chuckle escaped your lips as you hugged him back, waiting for results.

"Of course I said that, cause it's true..! ♡" - your boyfriend puffs out his cheeks, acting like you just said something mean. - "But aren't you feeling this funny tickle in your stomach, amused by waiting.. Ahh, I wonder if my phone can feel how deep my love for you is..!"

"Due to how many pictures of me you have, I'm sure your gadget is well informed.." - and it was true, as even your own gallery had more different things than Asmo's one. - "See? The results are 95%.."

"Ahh.! Where did it lose 5%?!" - your boyfriend whines, deletes the recorded video and starts filming again. - "It's probably because we were just hugging and giggling..! Come here, give me some sweet kisses filled with your love, and I'm sure it will be 100% this time..!"

-Asmo can be a big tease, actually, with all his light playful touches and smooches. Well, he's a demon, after all, and a very lustful demon, who knows how to make you all shy and silent after a few words and strokes. And despite always acting so lovable and affectionate, your boyfriend can sit straight and not show you any romance, making you the one who would cling and ask for some attention..

-Ahh, and your blushing needy face is so cute, he can't be so harsh with you for a long time, quickly clinging to you and giving more passionate deep kisses, teasing you for being so sensitive today.

-He is still kinda angry at you for not falling under his charm, actually! So when Amso is able to make you yearn for his feelings, it's like a little win for him, as he just can't help but keep toying with you a little.. But it's clearly seen that you do enjoy his games, aren't you!

-And of course he loves it when you tease him back..! This unknown yet so intriguing interesting feeling when someone makes him swoon, tickling his heart the same way he is always mocking someone.. It's surprisingly pleasant, and sometimes your boyfriend switches from naughty brat to sensitive needy demon, enjoying how you keep fooling him.. Just why does his head get so dizzy and he actually wants more..?

-Only sweet, cute, pink nicknames for both of you..! Such as 'cuite', 'cupcake', 'rose', etc.. Everything around Asmo should be perfect and adorable, and you, dolly, also would be covered in this bright glitter..

-And the first thing your boyfriend wants to do is to poke his nose in your wardrobe. Who as not him can help you improve your style and turn into the most popular human here, in Devildom? So you both would be an iconic duo, stunning more bright than any stars around..!

-It doesn't mean Asmo would throw away all your clothes, no. He's still respecting your own opinion and doesn't want to change your style, it's what makes you so unique, after all! But some little correction there and there, a few new outfits as a gift from your boyfriend, aren't these bad? It would give you more inspiration and ideas for your new looks.

"Come on, hurry up and unpack it..!" - Asmo whines, absolutely impatient as you sit in his room with a package in your hands. Just when he gets time to go shopping without you..? - "I want to see your adorable reaction, angel..!"

"Hm..? It kinda reminds me of your casual outfit.." - you mumble, a little bit surprised, looking at a set of clothes in white, pink, and reddish-pink colors. - "Is it..?"

"Yesss..!! It's a matching outfit!♡" - too excited to control himself, he screams, jumping from bed and hugging you. - "Please, try it on right now! I promise to not peeking at you while you change, hehe.."

"Oh yes? And I just thought about surprising you with a little show as a thanks for this gift.." - you sigh dramatically, making Asmo even more exuberant.

"Ahh, Doll! I appreciate your wish to please me too, yet we would move to such things after, okay? We have things to do..!" - with these words your boyfriend brings more packages with new clothes for both you and him. And, of course, matching. - "Some anticipation will just spice up things, you know? So let's warm up a little with a small exhibition, mm? ♡"

-Of course clothes and fashion tips are not the only things you would receive from him.. Asmo absolutely loves to pamper you with facial masks, lotions, creams, anything! Your head on his laps as he takes care of your skin is one the best way to relax, as you literally can fall asleep on his soft thighs, lulled with tender touches of his slim fingers.

-And the same goes to him! Asmo loves when demons around him pamper him and treat him good, but it never will compare to even the slightest attention from you, as your love and care can almost bring him back to heaven.

-There's no one who Asmo would let touch his face, no need to talk about any cosmetic procedures. Yet you can squeeze, stroke, tickle his skin as much as you want, as your hands are softer than silk and warmer than sun.. And when you kiss him playfully on the lips after washing off the clay mask, this little treat burns his insides more than a good shot of whiskey, making his soul ache for more.

-Would you ever thought a demon who's always seeking attention and flirting could be jealous? And Asmo isn't shy about saying out loud, protectively hugging you and leaning on you. He knows it's stupid, especially from his side, yet there's nothing he can do about it, you're just his little star..!

-Your boyfriend doesn't even know how to form this itching feeling that keeps pinching his soul into words, as he never feels any envy or anything! Like, yes, back then he can envy the popularity of some demons, and sometimes he still can be jealous if someone was able to buy the last limited mascara before him, but it's different! This storm of emotions that his soul undergoes when someone starts to be too chatty with you is just unbearable..!

-And all that Asmo can do it's to turn on his childish clinging behavior, throwing a little tantrum. Not a real one, as he sees that you didn't flirt back or anything, he just doesn't know how to relieve his stress that someone will outshine him in your eyes, as it's actually a thing that worries him.

"Just what sort of course you cast on me so now I feel like that..? Me! Feeling insecure..!" - small drops of tears shining in your boyfriend's eyes as he hugs himself with a melancholy look.

"What do you mean, honey? Something happened?" - you really try to hold your chuckle but when Asmo acts like that, overdramatically, you find it kinda amusing.

"This incubus! The one you were talking to just now! Is he pretty? What do you think?" - he suddenly furrowed his brow, waiting for an answer.

"Mm.. How can I call someone pretty, when for me the meaning of the word 'pretty' or 'beautiful' is your visage?" - you purr, getting closer and hugging him.

"You're more dangerous than any powerful witch.. As no one can fill my heart with such joy with one phrase.." - A little whine tickles your ear as he hugs you back, tight and needy. - "And the worst part is that I know that you just tease me, yet I will fall for it again and again.."

"Oh, tease? Is there something I can do to prove to you my words..? Maybe I should kiss the prettiest lips right now?" - you look at his deep dark eyes, that were filled with such need, then slowly lower your gaze at his lips with a small smile.

"Ahh, silly s/o!! You can kiss your own lips.." - Asmo giggles, grasping on your waist as he leans his face closer to yours. - "Just promise me.."

"That's you're mesmerized with me no less than I'm with you..♡"

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐍.𝐖.

nancy wheeler x female! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a trip to murray's cabing changes everything between you and nancy. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6226

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), mention of alcohol, fingering, soft dom!nancy, oral, thigh riding, finger sucking, praise kink, use of petnames, dirty talk (let me know if i missed anything!) 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: we need more nancy wheeler x reader content on tumbrl!!! no beta read because who needs that anyway? (i definitely do but...you know?) also the ending is kind of rushed because i had to leave lmao

he raises his brow in surprise as you friendly decline the offer of sleeping in one bed with nancy.

"oh" you say. "oh no- we aren't- we aren't that- i mean...we're friends"

he huffs, leaning forward in his armchair, his elbows resting on his knees.

"now this is interesting..." he glares from you over to nancy, then back at you.

"you're telling me there isn't some secret thing going on between the two of you?"

you watch nancy from the corner of your eye, the question seemingly catching her by surprise.

before either of you can give an answer, he leans back again.

"well Y/N Y/L/N you are quite easy to read...always present, yet somehow you never fit in. some might say it is because you're insecure or...whatever girls your age might be. but I don't think that's the whole truth, or is it?"

you open your mouth, then close it again like a fish on land.

"you, Y/N, are different from all the others and you know it. you know you won’t fit it. you know you won't ever like a boy the way your girlfriends might, don't you? and this is why you keep a distance from everyone else in this world because, god forbid, what if someone finds out?"

you can hear nancy inhale sharply right next to you, but you are too focused on his words to care.

"you, however,” he turns to face nancy. "you are harder to read…" he nods slowly.

"but i think....i think I figured you out too...nancy wheeler you aren't that different from our lovely Y/N here, you know? well, you have been with boys, haven't you? but here is my theory-"

he inhales.

"you have been running your entire life. when things get messy, nancy wheeler is the first to run. but it's not just with others, you do it to yourself too. you run away from your own feelings, desperately trying to push them away. as if they'd vanish into nothingness as long as you just keep running"

you shoot a glare at nancy.

her eyes are wide, her nostrils flaring in the dim light of the room.

"you seek the comfort of some boy, am i right? thinking that the salvation of his arms will eventually drown out all of the other things that your heart is longing for. i just know there is one, i just need a name...what's his name, come on. what's his name?!"

"steve" you say. the name alone is enough to make your blood boil. "his name is steve"

"steve! you seek steve's comfort, love and maybe even validation because it might make it all go away. but nancy wheeler, it won't. and you see this is the difference between the two of you. Y/N is keeping her distance because she knows what she's feeling and she's scared other people will know it too but you...my god you just run away from it until your whole body is sore"

your heart is beating a mile a minute, thundering within your chest.

could he be right? he certainly was when it came to his assumptions about you.

"so..." he spreads his arms. "how was i?"

nancy jumps up from the couch fast -too fast.

"whatever you think you know" she nearly snaps, close to losing her temper.

"it's wrong. i will gladly take the couch. y/n can have the bed. now if you would just...leave us?"

you swallow the spark of hope that you've felt about the thought of nancy, secretly being just like you, and get up.

"where is the bedroom?" you ask, trying to ease the tension.

-

"nancy and girls" you sigh, as you sit down on the bed. "as if!"

you scoff, trying to push the thought away for another time, and lay down in the bed that is supposed to be yours for the night. 

you very much know you'd be lying if you said the thought of it wasn't thrilling. you know you've liked nancy for a long time now -longer than you'd care to admit. 

though you've always thought she was straight, well, until this very moment. 

your desperate attempt of trying to escape the thoughts turns out to be unsuccessful as you find yourself tossing and turning relentlessly.

eventually, you sit up again. 

you feel the urge to explain it all to nancy. to at least clear out whatever has gotten into her. 

and even though you have no idea how to start, you move towards the door. 

when you open it, the darkness of the night immediately spilling into your room, you are surprised to see another silhouette making its way through the living room -one you would recognize out of a million others. 

'nancy?' you whisper, your fingers searching for the light switch. 

once it's found, light floods the room, allowing you to see more of her than just a shadow. 

her hair is put up messily and she's wearing her pajamas already. her arms are hugging her own body tight as if that would make the uncomfortable autumn cold go away. 

'hey..' 

'hi,' she replies, awkwardly stepping closer to you. 

'look, y/n, about what he said earlier...i don't even know where to start but...'

'he's totally drunk' you interrupt, your face growing hot. 'that's all!' 

she looks up, and something within her eyes, her big blue doe eyes, is different. you just can't place it yet.

regardless of that, she nods, a brief smile flashing over her face. 

'yeah right? i mean he is so drunk...'

you quickly nod, fighting back the urge to bite your lower lip, as you always do when telling a lie. 

he might have been drunk, but that isn't what this is about. it isn't the reason why he said all of those things.

'he totally was...' the silence that follows is nearly unbearable.

'i am...i am gonna go to bed now' you finally speak, your words cutting through the night like a knife. 

'oh- yes sure' 

'good night, nance' 

you turn on your heel, not really waiting for an answer, to go back to bed. 

'what the fuck y/n' you whisper to yourself once you have reached the safety of being behind closed doors.

you shake your head slightly before laying down again. 

frustrated you turn off the light on your nightstand, a gesture that is supposed to be final. 

just a couple of seconds later you switch it back on. 

how is one to even think of sleep like this? and why did this guy, murray, have to bring this stuff up? 

your head is spinning, filled with questions that need to be answered.

for the second time, you throw the thick blanket aside to sit up. 

you feel so stupid, but the uncertainty is even worse. there is a bit of worry, too, because something, though you aren't entirely sure what it is, is clearly wrong with nancy. 

the cold floor beneath your feet makes you shiver as you walk through the room.

once you’ve made your way to the door, your hand reaches for the doorknobs.

as you try to walk out of it, you notice that the lights are still turned on.

yet before you have the chance to focus on that, you crash into nancy, who is standing just a couple of inches away from your door. 

her sudden presence takes you by surprise, yet the fact that she is standing as close to you as she currently is, causes your mind to go completely blank.

your eyes meet hers and the glance that is exchanged tells you more than a thousand words.

her pupils are blown wide, leaving little of the blue in her eyes. there is something else in her gaze, something you have never seen in her before. 

almost a hunger for something and...

oh. 

oh. 

before you can question what exactly is going on, you feel nancy's lips on your own. 

plump and pink, they're pressed against your skin and you can't help but return the kiss.

and as unsure and delicate as it might be, it rouses all the feelings you've tried to oppress. 

the stolen moments of loving nancy in silence threaten to spill out all at once, all of that just because of a simple kiss.

you wonder what else nancy could do if this results from nothing but her lips on yours.

unfortunately, the sensation goes just as fast as it has come.

nancy takes a step back and stares up at you apologetically.

she's pounding and shocked by her own actions and all you can do is stare right back at her, surprised by the unsaid confession she has made. 

she brings her hand up to her chest in what seems like an attempt to stop her heart from racing.

she stumbles backward too, as if in fear.

it is painful to watch her like this. as if you’d judge her -or even worse hate her- for kissing you.

too painful, you quickly decide. 

so you go after her, follow her, and within two big steps, your chest bumps into hers. 

carefully, you place a hand on her cheek, taking in the heat that's radiating from her skin. 

'nance' you choke out. 

then your lips are pressed against hers again and everything falls into place. you move quicker than your brain can comprehend but none of it matters. 

her hands are in your hair and on your waist and her lips, god, her lips are the only thing you can focus on. 

every inch of your skin is on fire at the feeling and the more your lips move together, the more confident you grow. 

eventually, her tongue slips past your lips and the last bits of ice are broken into nothingness. 

she nearly throws her body towards you, catching you by surprise as you manage some shaky steps back until hitting the door behind you.

nancy's lips never leave yours as she cups your face with both of her hands, the kiss growing more and more intense with every second that goes by. 

you can feel the pad of nancy's thumb, gently caressing your cheek. you can feel the same breath the two of you are sharing, coming hot and heavy from her lips.

at the first small noise that erupts from the back of her throat, you nearly cry out, as you've been dying to hear such sweet noises coming from nancy's lips. 

she must have noticed, as a steady flow of light moans and gasps escapes her lips. 

eventually, you have to break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you stare at her. 

you are mesmerized, her lips puffy from the kisses you have shared. 

'nance...' you whine, hating yourself for how desperate you sound.

'god nancy...'

she takes the hint, pushing you into the room and closing the door on your way in. 

she takes advantage of your foggy state of mind and guides the two of you through the room, until the back of your knees hit the bed. 

you gladly allow her to push you down onto the mattress but she eagerly follows, crawling over your body until her face lingers above yours. 

her lips are slightly parted and shine in the dim light of the room. her chest rises and falls as her breaths come in short puffs.

you’re thankful that she has decided to take control over the situation. it’s pleasant but not surprising: nancy has always liked to be in control of things.

you reach out and brush the hair out of her face -a gesture to calm down both her and your own nerves. 

your heart is beating a mile a minute and your mind is struggling to keep up with everything that is happening. 

"what do you want nancy?" you whisper and bite your lower lip. she looks gorgeous, towering over you with a determined look on her face. 

"i want you. all of you" she licks her lips. "if that's okay?" 

"more than okay" you reply, nodding eagerly. 

she leans back. "sit up" 

you do as you're told, all of your limbs listening to nancy's command.

you sit up slowly, leaning against the headboard for support as you watch nancy straddle your lap. 

you can immediately feel the heat coming from underneath her thin shorts. you mutter curses under your breath at the new feeling.

she takes your head in her hands, her thumbs massaging your cheeks.

"we don't have to do this okay? i don't want you to feel pressured or-"

"nance" you cut her off sharply. "i do want this"

you emphasize your point by placing your hands on top of hers. 

"i want this so bad" your voice turns into a whine that you can't find the strength to feel embarrassed about. but if anything, it spurs nancy on. 

she kisses you again, passionately and with purpose. 

you fight back the urge to roam her entire body with your hands and choose to place them on her waist, giving her an encouraging squeeze. 

the moment you part your lips, nancy's tongue slips past them again.

you moan into her mouth at the feeling. 

you doubt that you would ever get tired of kissing nancy but she isn't done with you yet. 

she yanks your head back and attacks your neck with kisses. 

you can feel her sucking on your skin, right below your jaw, and that feeling alone is enough to let you see stars. 

"oh god" you mutter. 

nancy looks up at you to make sure what she's doing is alright.

"take off my clothes" you murmur, lost in the blue of her hungry eyes. 

"gladly" she replies, already fumbling with the hem of your shirt. 

you lift your arms, giving her easier access as she strips off the item and throws is across the room. you are not wearing a bra and, with the clothing gone, you find yourself topless underneath nancy wheeler.

she takes a moment to admire your body, her eyes looking at you in awe. 

"you're beautiful" she finally speaks, all while unbuttoning her own shirt as well.

she's a tease, pushing each button through its hole slowly while never breaking eye contact. 

"god nance" you groan with anticipation that makes her giggle. 

the shirt falls loosely around her slender shoulders and she pushes it off of her body in a smooth motion. 

it pools around her hips and you are face to face with nancy’s tits. she is, without a doubt, gorgeous and it takes everything within you not to put your hands all over her. 

"you are stunning, nancy" you tell her, your fingertips ghosting over her back, moving downwards. 

goosebumps start to rise beneath them and she shivers. 

"touch me" nancy mumbles. her eyelids flutter close when your touch becomes firm on her back. 

you allow your hands to wander for a bit before moving them to her chest. 

you inhale sharply as your palms cup her breasts. 

nancy lets out a breathy laugh at your reaction. 

"like what you see?" 

you nod, your mouth falling slightly open while you run your thumbs over her nipples. 

nancy sucks in a breath, her back arching further into your touch. 

"f-fuck" she mumbles and you smile.

if this is a dream, you find yourself thinking, please let me stay here forever. fortunately, it is not a dream. nancy is there, on top of you, impatiently straddling your lap. 

without giving it any further consideration, you lean forward and put your mouth on her. 

nancy shudders beneath your lips. her hands are immediately curling up in your hair in an attempt to pull you closer. 

you place gentle kisses on her skin before wrapping your lips around her nipple, sucking carefully. 

you’ve never done this before but nancy’s reaction confirms that she seems to like what you’re doing to her:

her head falls back and you watch her through thick lashes. she is completely blissed out, experiencing this much pleasure from nothing but your lips.

“oh” she breathes shakily.

your fingers dance over her ribcage, slowly moving further down, all while your lips never leave her chest.

but just when you reach the elastic of her shorts, she grabs your wrists and stops you. 

you immediately release her nipple with a wet pop and lean back. 

nancy's pupils are blown, giving her a dark look. it sends another heatwave straight to your center and you nearly moan at the sight of it. 

"wait" she whispers. 

"are you okay?" 

she nods slowly. "don't worry, i just-" 

blush creeps up her cheeks and you grin sheepishly. "it's okay" you reassure. "whatever you want" 

"need you like this" she slurs. 

you raise your brows at her. "like what?" 

but she's already shifting her body, leaving her straddling just one of your thighs. 

you can feel her hot center against your exposed skin, her heat soaking through the thin layer of fabric. 

"i want to ride you" she admits in one shaky breath. "is that okay?" 

god, you know you want nothing more than for nancy wheeler to make a mess on your thigh. 

"yes please" you place your hands on her hips. "you can do whatever you want to me nance" 

the confession slips past your lips before you can comprehend your words. but nancy doesn't seem to mind: it even turns her on further. 

"yeah?" she mumbles against your lips and, to test the waters, rolls her hips against you for the first time.  her center creates a delicious kind of friction that runs through your entire body. 

your fingers tighten around her hips which she takes as a sign to move faster. 

"fuck" nancy groans “you’re so good for letting me ride you like this” she presses her lips against yours. 

the kiss is uncoordinated, all tongue and teeth while nancy never stops rutting against you. 

she reaches out to grab the headboard behind you for support, caging you in between her arms. you wouldn’t mind dying like this, suffocated by the magic that is nancy wheeler.

the friction between your bodies gets more fiery as the seconds pass by and you can’t stop your hips from bucking upward im sync with nancy’s slow rolling.

you stare up at her. her eyes are shut tightly and her head has fallen back. her lips are parted and a steady stream of quiet moans is coming out of them. she looks like a mess.

a beautiful fucking mess, all because of you.

"yeah" you encourage her and her eyes fly open to look at you. "just like that nance" 

feeling especially bold, you ground her against yourself, once, twice. 

her eyes roll back and the loudest moan so far leaves her mouth. 

god, more of that, please. 

as she gets off on your thigh, an idea occurs to you: her tits are bouncing right in front of your eyes, her nipples still glistening from your previous actions.

you kiss the valley between her breasts before working on her left breast. you flick your tongue over the hardened nipple harshly and nancy moans again. 

"fuck y/n- feels so good! you’re doing such a good job” her voice sounds breathless and high pitched but there is something firm about it. like she’s still the one in charge.

nancy’s praise goes straight to your center.

your hands cup her other breast and give it a squeeze. 

"god" she keens. "god, fuck- please don't stop"

you would not dare to stop. not when you can feel her cunt throbbing against you through her pants. not when she's holding onto that creaking headboard for dear life. not when this whole sight is making you wetter than you've ever been all your life.

so, naturally, you just keep going. after a couple of minutes, the only noise that is filling the room is the one coming from between nancy's legs. the delicious sounds of her arousal, being dragged over your thigh by the force of her hips. her eyes have fallen shut again but she's closing them tightly now. squeezing them together with a concentrated look written over her face.

you can tell, right then and there, that she is close. her breath is becoming shorter with every exhale and her movements are faster than they have been before. 

"'m close" she mutters through gritted teeth. "y/n please, so close-" the headboard gives another concerning creak.

the sensation and heat of the moment are becoming too much and not nearly enough.

nancy reaches for the back of your head with one of her hands and yanks you back, away from her sensitive breasts. your gaze instantly meets hers.

“kiss me” she groans.

you follow her order immediately, pressing your lips to hers. you drink every noise that comes from nancy’s throat, take in every moan and whine that she can’t oppress.

you can feel her on your leg and you don’t even have to look at it to know that she’s incredibly wet. your teeth graze her lower lip at the same time you flex your muscle against her at and that is all it takes.

"gonna cum, gonna cum" she cries out. 

her movements stutter and you take the opportunity to move her against you by the hips. 

nancy throws her head back, her curls framing her face perfectly. her mouth has fallen open and her eyes have rolled back. 

her body goes completely rigid as her orgasm washes over her. 

"fuck" she cries out loudly, not stopping her movements just yet. you let go of her, allowing her to ride you mercilessly but at her own pace.

the room felt cold before, but that seems to be long gone. you can feel a thin layer of sweat of your forehead and hot puffs of nancy’s breath on your skin.

nancy, who is still cumming on top of you. her orgasm ripples through her in waves and she’s grinding down desperately.

“y/n” she manages. “look at me”

your eyes meet hers. her mouth hangs open, her chest heaving rapidly. you can’t help but take pride in that. you are the one who made her look like this.

she slows down, her clit too sensitive for any further stimulation.

once she has ridden out her orgasm, her limbs begin shaking against you. 

"hey nance" you spread your arms and she immediately understands. with her body slack, she drops against you, but you gladly let her. 

you wrap your arms around her and she places her head on your chest. 

her hand finds yours and she reaches for it in an instant. you smile at the feeling of her fingers linked with yours. 

there is no place in this world you would rather be right now.

"thank you" she murmurs hazily.

you press your lips to her temple. 

"do you need something? water? a blanket?" 

she shakes her head. "just you. for now." 

you nod because you know she's right. nancy wheeler is all you ever needed in life.

after a while, nancy untangles herself from your sweet embrace. you raise your brows at her but she just smiles, takes you by the shoulders, and pushes you down into the pillow. 

"woah nance" you laugh. "we don't have to-" 

she cuts you off. "i want to. if that's okay?" 

you don't need to be asked twice. of course you want nancy, considering the wetness that's still pooling between your legs, you actually need her. desperately. 

"it's more than okay" you lean up to meet her lips halfway. 

you moan against her lips as she parts them for you. she takes her time kissing you, exploring every inch of your mouth as her hands pin you down. 

making out with nancy is pure bliss but, by the way your hips buck up involuntarily, you know you need more than that.

nancy hums against your wet and plump lips. "what do you need?" 

"please" it's barely a whisper. "touch me" 

her hand moves down your body, all the way down to the hemline of your pants. 

your whole body shivers at the contact and your hips buck into her hands.  

"shhh" she whispers. "don't worry. I'll take care of you”

you nod and she strokes your cheek gently before leaning in to kiss your earlobe. 

the sensation of her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.

her lips are right next to your ear as she whispers: "take your pants off”

you moan and nancy chuckles. "so needy for me?"

you can't help but nod enthusiastically. 

"you sound so pretty when you moan" she continues. "i wanna hear more" 

you flick the buttons of your pants and pull them down your legs before kicking them off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your panties. 

nancy's hand returns to your lower half and she lets her trimmed nails slightly scratch down your belly. she watches you with careful eyes, taking in each one of your reactions. 

then, finally, she reaches your panties. 

"are you sure this is okay?" 

"yes" you breathe. "yes, yes. just please touch me already" 

she grins and her fingers finally crawl below the waistband of your underwear. 

your eyes flutter when you feel her hand cupping your core. her palm is warm against you.  her lips part and she gasps when she moves a single, delicate finger down to your entrance. 

"you're so wet for me" she mumbles, her voice sounding genuinely surprised.

she collects some of your wetness on her digit and brings it up to your clit, drawing small circles around it. 

"fuck" your legs violently shake underneath her body and you nearly choke on a moan. "fuck nancy" 

"does it feel good?" she asks with a smirk plastered over her face. 

of course it feels good. how couldn’t it?

"y-yeah" you mutter. 

"good" she whispers and removes her fingers. 

"nancy-" you whine at the loss.

but the brunette leans back and brings up her hand in front of your face. 

her fingers are glistering in the dim light of the room. you can see a string of your own arousal between her middle and ring finger as she experimentally spreads them apart. 

"you made such a mess" she bites her lip. "such a pretty fucking mess. and i didn’t even touch you yet…”

her dirty talking does things to you that you have never experienced before. if she talks for long enough, you fear you might actually come undone. 

 "can you clean it up for me?" she questions, her clean hand moving under your chin to lift your gaze. 

nancy stares down at you expecting an answer and you feel like putty in her hands. 

"y-yeah" you rasp. 

"good girl" she murmurs and you clench around absolutely nothing. 

"fucking hell, nancy" 

"too much?" she asks, sudden worry written all over her face. 

you shake your head immediately. "god no. it's perfect. you're perfect" 

she smiles, then brings up her fingers and moves them along your lower lip. 

“open up” she murmurs.

you don’t need to be told twice.

you’ve never tasted yourself before, the thought has never even occurred to you before. but now, with your wetness coating nancy’s beautiful fingers, there is nothing holding you back.

you can feel your own wetness coating them, but you can't bring up the willpower to be disgusted by it. not in the slightest. you want this more than ever. 

your lips part and nancy inhales sharply as you take her fingers into your mouth. 

you taste salty, with an edge of sweetness and something that is entirely your own. it makes you moan around her.

the brunette watches you through half lidded eyes. she can tell you’re enjoying this by the way your eyes roll back as she explores your mouth.

your legs tremble when nancy pushes them further into your mouth.

"god" she groans as she watches you. "fuck, y/n, you look so pretty like this" 

you swirl your tongue around her fingers, sucking off the last bits of your arousal. but it doesn’t end here.

nancy crooks her finger inside of your mouth, hooks them right behind your front bottom teeth and pulls your mouth open slightly.

all you can really focus on is the way she’s pressing down on your tongue.

you hum around a mouthful of wetness, licking her digits clean. to give her an extra show, you move your head as you lick over them. 

nancy strokes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you and smiles. 

eventually, she removes her fingers from your mouth. 

"i need to taste you" she mumbles absentminded as she stars at her wet hand. "are you okay with that?" 

the thought of nancy's head between your thighs is dizzying. you never had someone going down on you before but, secretly, you always wondered what it would feel like to get fucked mindlessly by someone else's tongue. 

just that until this moment, no one ever offered to actually do it. 

"please do" you whisper. 

that's all nancy needs. she pushes you down and starts kissing your torso. 

she's taking her time to give your breasts equal treatment to what you have given her before: sucking your soft skin into her mouth and leaving a generous amount of marks before swirling her tongue around your nipples.

when her lips begin to move lower, you instinctively open your legs for her, bending them at the knees. 

you lean your head back in anticipation and look up at the ceiling above. 

so this is actually happening.

your cheeks flush when nancy hooks her thumbs under the waistband of your panties. the thought of her actually seeing all of you makes you nervous.

but when she tilts her head you give her a firm nod. 

she pulls them down slowly, giving you time to stop her in case you'd change your mind. 

and then they're gone. 

you are in bed, completely naked and with nancy wheeler towering above you.

you can't help but feel the slightest bit exposed and close your legs. 

but nancy places her palms on top of your knees. 

"don't" she whispers. "don't hide from me. you're gorgeous" 

you allow her to push your legs apart again, her eyes grazing downward as she does so. 

you don’t miss the way she licks her lips when her stare reaches your pussy.

"keep your legs open for me, okay?" 

you nod and she moves to lay in between them, her face just inches away from your pussy. 

"god" she groans. "fuck y/n, you’re so fucking wet for me" 

your eyes roll back in your head as her breath hits your exposed clit. 

nancy notices and raises her brows, surprised at how badly you seem to need her. 

"please" you mouth, unable to form a proper sentence. 

and who is nancy to deny a pretty girl like you? 

her head dips in between your thighs and just a second later you feel her tongue on you. a shuddered breath escapes your lips as she licks through you, collecting your wetness on her tongue. 

the feeling is different from anything you’ve ever known. it’s so much better. her velvet tongue moves through you as if she knows exactly what to do and where to touch you.

nancy herself lets out an obscene moan at the very first taste of you. 

“you taste so good” her dark tone is almost unrecognizable.

she then licks upward, moving the arousal she has gathered up to your clit. 

she kitten licks over your bundle of nerves, her palms pressing against the soft flesh of your thighs to spread you open for her.

you grip the sheets beneath you. the feeling of nancy's tongue on you is enough to make you cum right then and there and for a second you're afraid that might actually happen. 

"nancy" you moan. her name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over again. “nancy, fuck-“

her tongue circles your clit, right before her lips wrap around it. your hips jerk into her face over and over and not even nancy's hands on your waist can steady you. 

“oh my god” you gasp.

the sheets beneath you are no longer enough. your hands reach for nancy’s curls and you pull her closer to you. she hisses at the sharp tug you give her hair but the noise turns into a pleased hum when she notices what you’re doing.

you already know you won't last long like this, but when nancy begins stroking through you with her middle finger, you’re genuinely afraid that this might just be your very end.

your back arches off the mattress im a beautiful bend while she carefully works a single finger into your throbbing cunt. she barely meets any resistance at all, with how wet you are.

feeling her inside you takes things to a whole new level: her fingers are longer than yours and she’s buried knuckle deep inside of your pussy, reaching depths you were never able to reach on your own.

she keeps it still and leans back to make sure this is not taking it too far.

“please” you plead. “fuck me with your fingers already”

the sob that erupts from you the second she moves inside of you for the first time is hardly human anymore.

the sensation of her fingers thrusting into you and her lips around your clit has you seeing stars.

it’s so much, so good and not nearly enough.

“more” you beg. “please nancy, more- i need more”

you roll your hips with every thrust of her finger and you can feel a second one toying your entrance.

you don't mind at all, far too blissed out to care. in fact, this is exactly what you wanted.

the delicious feeling of being stretched out only turns you on further when her ring finger pushes into you.

she slowly pumps them in and out of you, drawing obscene noises from the in between if your legs.

you squirm wildly on the bed, your knuckles turning white from the strong grasp you have on her hair.

you briefly register the flutter of your walls around nancy’s fingers, the way it’s getting harder for you to keep your legs open.

"nancy, nance, I'm close" you whine, feeling the build-up of your orgasm in your lower abdomen. 

she growls against you, determined to make you cum.

she pumps her finger into you, the base of her knuckles pounding against your skin and her tongue not once stops flicking over your clit. 

your breath hitches as she hits the spot inside of your that makes you scream, moving both of them in a “come hither” motion against you.

"nance" you say. it is somewhat of a warning. "nance, god, yeah just like that-"

your cunt squelching against nancy's fingers and your eyes roll back as she pushes you over the edge. 

"you're gonna make me cum- nancy you’re gonna-“ you moan, right before your climax washes over you. 

and then you cum. hard. 

the orgasm completely shatters your body and all nancy can do is flatten out her tongue so you can ride it out. 

your hands on her are the only thing grounding you to this earth.

your hips buck into her face uncontrollably and you bring up a hand over your mouth to hold back the scandalous moans. 

nancy continues to fuck you through your climax, and you can feel your arousal flowing out of you.

your muscles twitch and your hips slow down. you wince at the overstimulation over her tongue lapping over you.

“‘s so much” you slur and all stimulation stops at once.

you look down to find nancy already looking up at you. her face is ruined. 

your arousal is dripping down her chin and her hair is a mess. she has a smile on her lips nonetheless.

"god y/n you're so beautiful" nancy whispers.

you let out an airy laugh, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you.

“i’m gonna remove my fingers now, okay?” she asks, her voice impossibly gentle.

you nod and she slowly pulls them out of you. you sob at the loss of being filled by her.  

“shhh” she hushes you. “it’s okay, i’m here y/n.”

she moves up to you, careful not to accidentally put her weight onto your shaking body. 

"are you okay? was this okay?" 

you nod, unable to form a proper sentence yet.

“i’m gonna get water for us” she informs you but you stop her.

“stay” you whine. “just…for a little bit”

a sweet smile creeps up her cheeks and she gently carcasses your neck.

“of course” she speaks calmly. “of course. i’m staying here”

you try to sit up and she immediately reaches out to help you.

you love this and you might just love nancy too. you know you can’t tell her that, not yet at least. but when she lays you down on her chest and wraps her arms around you, you know you want to stay like this forever.

“promise me you’ll stay?” you mumble sleepily.

nancy smiles.

“i promise”

[sports-on-sundays]

Pedri x sister!reader based off of Jigsaw by Conan Gray?!🥹❤️

jigsaw / Pedri González / Part 1

Summary: Pedri x sister!reader - Pedri's life messing itself up, and it's all behind his best friend's- his sister's- back

Warnings: angst, some Spanish when I don't know it very well at the beginning, song is explicit so if you're gonna listen to the sample- be aware, censored swearing in the fic, me being obsessed with dramatic rain scenes (same old), self-harm scars, Pedri STRUGGLING and in pain, not a happy ending, left on maybe a cliffhanger

Author's Note: I'm so sorry if I interpreted this wrong. This was what I thought of at that song, so I'm sorry if you hate it! I tried! ALSO GUYS I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO POST THE SAMPLE OF A SPOTIFY SONG VAMOS! (I am way too excited about this sorry.)

Requested?: Yes.

You're older than your brother Pedri, by merely a year and a half. But you've always been more mature, more polite, more conscientious than him. You've always felt older. Responsible, in a way, of him.

"¿Cómo estás?" you ask him, who is sitting across from you at your dinner table. You invited him over, because you've been sure he's been avoiding you for weeks, if not months. You need to sit down, finally, and be serious with your younger brother.

He looks up with an immediate smile. "Bueno, ¿y tú?"

You stare at him, and sigh out loud. "Pedri, be honest with me. You've been giving me that smile and those words for months. How are you really doing?"

Pedri blinks in shock at this, and his eyebrows knit together. "I don't get it, Y/n. What are you saying?"

You shake your head, grabbing Pedri's hand. On impulse, he pulls it away, and you look at him in confusion and suspicion. "What?"

"Nothing..." Pedri murmurs softly, shaking his head, letting you hold his hand again.

"Tell me, Pedri. Talk to me. We've always told each other everything. We used to play, and always be holding hands. Now you flinch when I take yours. Why won't you tell me?"

Pedri slips his hand out of yours again and puts both arms in his lap, under the table. He stares down at his lap. "Because I love you, and you're my sister, but you're not in charge of my life, and it doesn't have to be your business, Y/n."

"Pedri..." Your voice trails off as you sit there, staring at him. Hurt. That genuinely really hurts you. This is your best friend.

For life.

You've always been best friends.

Now are you suddenly not...?

You feel anger rise up within you, and you mumble, "I will find out, Pedri. Not because I want to be nosy. It's because I want to help. I have good intentions, and I'm not stupid. I can see you've been acting different lately."

Suddenly he mutters, his voice hard and cold, "I've just had a tough year, for f***'s sake. It's fine. I know the future is bright, so that's all I'm looking forward to."

You don't know if you believe him on that last phrase. "Tough year? What do you mean by that, though?"

"What do you think?" he sighs. "With my injuries..." he trails off.

You nod slowly. "Alright... Alright, then. If that's all."

You don't hear it, but he mutters under his breath, "That's all I want to tell you."

In two months, you're sick of it. You've been watching your brother fake more and more, and avoid you more and more. You set your mind to the fact that you need to get it out of him.

But it turns out you don't need to get it out of him.

On a chilly night in January, you're sitting in your home by your lit-up Christmas tree, watching a crime show, when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and immediately open the message sent from your brother:

Pedrito: Are you busy right now?

You respond right away.

Me: No. What's up?

Pedrito: You're always wanting to help me. I think I can take up your offer now.

Your heart seems to drop into your stomach. Your thumbs move at the speed of light over your phone as you type your message back.

Me: Tell me what you need.

He simply sends you his location. A night club. You stand up, slip on your shoes and coat, and bolt out the door, running to your car, partially because it's down pouring outside, and partially because of your panicking older sibling instincts.

You feel no guilt as you speed down the road, being the opposite of a defensive driver, because Pedri doesn't send you s*** like that every day. There has got to be a reason. Him asking for help and sending you the location of a night club? That's worrying.

When you pull up, you park illegally and jump out of the car. You're about to rush in and start searching desperately for your brother, but you freeze.

Because he's right there. You don't need to search for him at all.

You stare at your little brother, sitting there, head down, sitting on the bench in front of the club. Rain is beating on his skull, and he looks like a shadowed, soaking mess. The only light on him is the lights of cars passing on the street and a street lamp close enough by. You rush to his side and sit down next to him, putting your hand on his soaked shoulder. "Pedri... Pedro...!"

He looks up, his deep sweet chocolate brown eyes shiny. His whole face is soaked, water droplets dripping down his cheeks, and you would say they were tears, if you didn't know better.

He looks devastated.

Even a little vacant.

"Pedro... Where are you? Look at me. Where are you?"

He looks at you confusedly. Understandably so, though.

"I'm asking because you look so lost, Pedri... Not the younger brother I know." You sigh. "Tell me, now. I deserve to know. Tell me."

And it's as easy as that. It all spills from his lips, and you hear his voice is raw. He's been crying, or screaming, or something to do that to his voice. Or coughing...? "Y/n, I'm so sick of all this... I'm injured and I can't do the thing I love most... I need something, so I started dating this girl... About a year ago. And don't interrupt me. Let me finish before you give your stupid opinion..." There's a painful bitterness you've never heard in his voice before. "I've been dating her, because I thought it would help. She's gorgeous and... you'd think she's everything you'd want but... You were right... I'm changing... for her..." He's breathing a little quicker now, and you put your hand on his back. He's silent, just breathing, and you're about to ask him if he wants to come to your car, but before you can, he buries his head in his hands and barely manages out, "She's using me, breaking me apart... I just want to leave, but I thought if I just gave her what she wanted, she'd love me... but... I feel all mixed up... She's taken the parts of me she wants, and left the rest of me in pieces..."

"For over a year, now? Pedro, you..." You're at a loss for words. You gently take his hand in his, but suddenly you freeze, staring at his wrist, and mutter in basically horror, "Pedri, what are these...?"

He tries to pull his hand away, but this time, you grip hard. He sighs and says quickly, "It... That was months ago."

"So?!" you breathe, still in a shock that your brother would ever do something like this. Leave such scars on his skin. On himself.

But he suddenly exclaims, "Oh, so I'm supposed to be perfect? I'm supposed to be the guy everyone sees in interviews? Not even my own sister can accept I'm not picture perfect? Not ev- even m-my best... best friend...?"

"Pedri-!" you breathe. You take a moment to take him in. In this setting, he looks slight. In this world. He's supposed to be big in this world. He is. But in a completely other way, he's not.

He's just like anybody else.

He's just your naughty brother who shattered the neighbors' windows with his football and always had scraped up knees.

He's just a dreamer.

Just like everyone else.

Except for that his dreams came true.

Or at least they're trying to.

But inside, he has the heart of any other person on earth. Kings and peasants all bleed the same blood- the greatest and the least breathe the same air. Someone can be both the greatest and the least, at the same time.

And that is what amazes you about your brother. What makes him extraordinary.

You wrap him in a hug, and you only become aware now of the fact that his whole body is shaking. Perhaps it's tears masked by the rainwater soaking him, down to his bones. Or perhaps it's just the chilly, wet air and the exhaustion taking over his body.

Either way, you hug him tight.

"You've been used...? By this woman, I didn't even know you were dating?" These are honest questions, but you speak in a soft tone, gently rubbing his back.

He's silent for a few seconds, before leaning back to stare at you now.

In the reflection of a passing car, you see redness around his glistening eyes.

He whispers these words, but they could be a desperate cry:

"Y/n, I need you to help me now. I need this to turn around. You're here for me. I trust you most. Please..."

"Pedri, I will... I will..."

"It's like I don't even recognize myself anymore... I feel like a jigsaw puzzle with all the wrong pieces... I've been trying to change myself, stuff myself into a box I think she'll like because..." There are tears in his voice. "I just want her to love me..."

"You don't f***ing need her," you whisper. "If you need someone to love you, I'll always be here for you..."

"I thought... maybe if I were more like you... You're so responsible... so polite... I've never been like you... I always thought maybe I should..."

But you stare intensely into his eyes. "Don't you ever change for anyone else, and especially not someone like whoever this crazy woman is. I love you just the way you are. I love you just the way you've always been. I love your mischief and your bad ideas. I love your fire. I love your affectionate side, too. But don't you ever change for someone else. Got it?"

He doesn't respond, but only stares down, avoiding your gaze.

"Pedri..." you whisper. "I'm not mad. I just want to help you."

And he looks up with dark desperation. "Good... because I need a little bit of that right now."

[the-redhead-haddock]

Chapter 3: Cool down before you burn

Rating: Mature

Fandoms: DreamWorks Dragons (Cartoon)How to Train Your Dragon (Movies)

Relationships: Viggo Grimborn/Original Female Character(s) Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Astrid Hofferson

Additional Tags: Dragons: Race to the Edge, Slow RomanceDrama & Romance, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Being a big sister to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III is not something for the faint hearted... Especially when your little brother drags you into his gang of dragon riders and enlists you for an adventure. New dragons, old and new enemies, new emotions, it can all be overwhelming, unless you're a healer and your family is Haddock, then it's your everyday life. However, there is room for something completely new in all of this. After all, everyone deserves to be loved. Right?

Chapter 3: Cool down before you burn:

Eira couldn't sleep. All night long, the only thing she could think about was how she was going to save her friends. Hiccup with Toothless and Snotlout with Hookfang continued to sleep, and she had no intention of waking them yet. The sky was turning pink when she got an idea, but before the sun had time to emerge from the horizon, she was already rejecting her third plan. She couldn't focus, couldn't think. 

Now, she was sitting, leaning against Firewing, watching the sunrise as it slowly flooded everything with warm light. Her dragon was awake too, wrapping a wing around her and purring in that way that usually calmed Eira. She looked at the arrowhead she held in her hand. The dragon root had mostly worn away, leaving only the very tip, making the symbol engraved on the arrowhead fully visible. A clenched fist, the symbol of dragon hunters.

She knew what it meant, but a strange feeling made her uneasy. She had seen this symbol somewhere before, always close, always in view, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember why it felt so familiar. When she and her brother rescued their friends, she would ask about this symbol of their father's...

At the thought of her father, she suddenly remembered where she had seen this symbol before. The board for her father's Maces and Talons. In one corner of the lid, barely visible through the passage of time, burned into the wood was this very symbol. Eira knew that her father had been famous throughout the archipelago for killing dragons before her brother had tamed Toothless and they had started training dragons. But this symbol... nothing explained why it was on the board in her father's possession.

She didn’t have time to investigate now, but afterwards, if she and Hiccup survived, she would be sure to ask her father about it. Another memory popped into her head. Her father had been teaching her to play Maces and Talons ever since she could remember. She hadn’t thought about it before, but now, when she considered it, every time she made a bold, clever move during the game, her father would look at the board with a hint of regret.

She had never asked him about it, but now many things seemed strange. The way her father cared for the board, the way he placed it back on the shelf with the care reserved for precious items, the way he sometimes looked at the lid, at the symbol, for a little too long. A shudder went through Eira. She would have to talk to her father. He knew something, and she was determined to find out what.

Right now, though, she was watching the sunrise, waiting for her brother and Snotlout to wake up. She was going to save her friends, and Ryker and his hunters would bitterly regret having messed with her. 

As the first rays of sunlight bathed the landscape in a golden glow, Eira felt a surge of determination. She stood up, stretching, and glanced down at Firewing, who met her gaze with those intelligent, trusting eyes. The bond between them was unbreakable, forged through countless battles and shared moments of both triumph and despair.

"Ready for another adventure, Firewing?" she whispered, her voice filled with resolve.

Firewing responded with a gentle rumble, her scales shimmering in the morning light. She knew they couldn't afford to wait much longer. Every second counted when their friends' lives were at stake. Eira’s mind raced with memories of her father’s lessons, the symbol on the game board, and the strange sense of foreboding that had settled over her. She would uncover the truth, but for now, her focus had to be on the immediate danger. The dragon hunters had to be stopped, and her friends had to be saved.

As the sun climbed higher, Hiccup and Snotlout began to stir. Eira watched as they groggily emerged from their makeshift camp, rubbing sleep from their eyes. Hiccup looked up at her, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

"Eira, any ideas?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Plenty," she replied, her eyes blazing with determination. "And this time, we’re going to make sure Ryker and his hunters regret ever crossing paths with us."

Together, they would forge a plan, drawing on their combined strengths and unwavering resolve. The dawn of a new day brought with it a renewed sense of hope and determination. Eira knew that with Firewing by her side and the support of her friends, they could overcome any obstacle. The dragon hunters had made a grave mistake, and they would soon learn the true meaning of dragon rider fury.

Snotlout and Hiccup rose at dawn, the weight of their mission heavy on their shoulders. They had to devise a plan to rescue their friends and their dragons from the clutches of the dragon hunters. The hunters had the upper hand, armed with plenty of poison arrows that posed a significant threat to their dragons.

Eira paced back and forth, frustration etched on her face. "We need to protect the dragons from those arrows, Hiccup. One hit and they're down. We can't risk that."

Hiccup rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I know, Eira. Those arrows are our biggest problem. We need a way to shield the dragons, but we also need to be quick and efficient."

After several hours of brainstorming, Hiccup suddenly stopped and snapped his fingers. "I've got it! Whispering Deaths Island!"

Eira raised an eyebrow. "Whispering Deaths Island? What are you thinking, Hiccup?"

"Their scales, Eira. The Whispering Deaths shed their scales, and those scales are incredibly tough. We can use them to create armor for our dragons," Hiccup explained, a spark of hope in his eyes.

"It's simple, yet risky," Eira said, considering the plan. "But it's our best shot. We can't waste any more time."

Snotlout groaned as he heard the plan. "You want us to go to Whispering Deaths Island? Are you crazy? Those tunnels are a death trap!"

Hiccup gave him a determined look. "It's dangerous, but it's our best chance. We need to protect our dragons and get our friends back."

Reluctantly, Snotlout agreed. "Fine, but if I get eaten, I'm haunting you, Hiccup." He glared at them, "Out of all the bad plans you've ever come up with, and that is a lot, this is one of the best worst plans you've ever come up with" he shrieked, voice more high pitched than usual. 

They set off for Whispering Deaths Island, easily identifiable by the many round holes dotting the ground. As they approached, the ground rumbled, and a massive Screaming Death burst out, roaring fiercely.

"Scatter!" Hiccup shouted. They soared through the air, dodging the Screaming Death and losing it in the clouds.

Once they were sure the tunnels were safe, they began their search for the shed scales. The tunnels were dark and eerie, echoing with distant roars. 

"Keep your eyes open," Eira whispered. "We need to find those scales quickly."

After a tense search, they found a cache of shed Whispering Death scales. Hiccup, Eira, and Snotlout worked together, gathering as many as they could carry.

Back on the surface, they began stitching the scales together to create protective armor for their dragons. Surprisingly, Snotlout proved to be incredibly efficient, his usual bravado replaced by focused determination.

"Who knew you were so good at sewing, Snotlout?" Eira teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Snotlout snorted. "Don't get used to it. I still prefer smashing things."

As they finished securing the armor on their dragons, Hiccup stepped back to admire their work. "This should protect them from the arrows. Now, let's find those dragon hunters."

They mounted their newly armored dragons and took to the skies, flying with renewed purpose. The armor glinted in the sunlight, a reassuring sight as they soared towards the dragon hunters' last known location.

At the same time, Astrid, escorted by one of the hunters, was shoved back into the cell where the rest of the riders were being held.

"Astrid, are you okay?" Fishlegs asked worriedly as she stumbled in.

"Just tired. They questioned me all night. Wouldn't let me sleep," she replied, sinking to the floor and leaning her back against the cold, damp bars.

"They?" Ruffnut asked, leaning closer, her eyes wide with concern.

"Dagur and Heather mostly. That Ryker guy didn’t say much at first. But then he asked about Eira," Astrid said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

"Why would he ask about Eira?" Fishlegs pressed, his face etched with concern.

“Yes!” Tuffnut interjected, sounding offended. “Why would he ask about Eira when I am so much more interesting!” he crossed his hands firmly, looking away from Astrid.

Astrid glared at them, “Guys! Focus, this is serious” she snapped. Tuffnut looked taken aback and Ruffnut frowned. “Anyway” she sighed, looking at the ground warily, “I don’t think you want to be in Eira’s position right know. He asked who she was. Heather told him everything. That Eira is Hiccup's sister and a healer. She also mentioned that game you like to play with Hiccup," Astrid recounted, trying to remember every detail.

"Maces and Talons! Eira is a great player. Hiccup doesn’t want to admit it, but he hasn’t won against her once," Fishlegs said with a hint of pride, his enthusiasm waking one of the guards.

"But why would that matter to Ryker?" Tuffnut asked, confusion mixing with his anger.

"At first, I thought it was just casual curiosity. But then Ryker started asking more specific questions," Astrid continued, her voice tightening. "He wanted to know what made Eira tick, what made her vulnerable."

"That’s creepy," Ruffnut muttered, her eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, it was more than creepy. He asked about her fighting skills, how she handles herself in battle, and what her weaknesses are," Astrid said, her hands clenching into fists. "Dagur was all too happy to provide details. He told Ryker how Eira is fiercely protective of her brother and friends, how she’s got a soft spot for her family, especially Hiccup."

"So, what? He's trying to find a way to hurt her through us?" Fishlegs asked, his face pale.

"That’s exactly it. But it gets worse," Astrid said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He said that it made her a better gift for his brother. That such a pretty woman would be 'nice' company for him."

"He said what?" Ruffnut’s voice was filled with outrage.

"He’s planning to give Eira to his younger brother. And the way he talked about her... it was disgusting," Astrid spat, her fury barely contained. "He said his brother would know how to 'please' her, how to make her 'crave him.'"

"That sick bastard!" Tuffnut growled, slamming his fist into his palm. "We can’t let that happen!"

"He even asked if she’d scream or beg for mercy. He wants to break her spirit," Astrid said, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. "Heather tried to deflect some of the questions, but Ryker was relentless. He kept pressing, wanting every detail."

"Do you think he's really going to... you know," Fishlegs swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence.

"Anything could be expected from Ryker," Astrid said, her voice low and filled with dread. "We need to get out of here and warn Eira. We can't let them touch her."

"We won’t let that happen," Ruffnut said fiercely, her eyes blazing with determination. "Eira is our friend. We need to protect her."

"We need a plan," Fishlegs added, looking around the cell for any potential tools or weaknesses in their confinement.

"Right," Tuffnut agreed. "Something clever. We can outsmart these jerks."

Astrid clenched her fists, determination burning in her eyes. "We will get out of here. We will stop Ryker and his brother. Eira is counting on us, and we won’t let her down."

The riders huddled together, their whispers blending with the ambient noise of the ship. They began formulating a plan, fueled by a mix of fear for their friend and a burning desire for justice. The thought of Eira in Ryker's clutches filled them with a resolve stronger than any chain or cell could hold.

When they found the dragon hunters, they discovered that their shell armor actually worked. However, the seams began to fall apart after a few hits, giving them less time than anticipated. Eira noticed Astrid fighting a few hunters and, drawing her sword, ran to help her friend. But Ryker stood in her way, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"You messed with the wrong Vikings, Ryker!" Eira yelled, slashing with her sword and parrying his blows. Ryker was much stronger than her, but she made up for it with her reflexes and speed.

Ryker's grin widened as he effortlessly deflected her attacks. "You think you stand a chance against me? Just wait until my brother gets bored with you. I'll have my fun then."

Eira snarled, her eyes darting around for any sign of Astrid or the others. She was surprised to see Dagur standing on one side of the ship, but before she had time to process this, she had to dodge another blow from Ryker.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Ryker sneered. “You don’t want to miss the fun.”

With a growl, Eira blocked his attack, her sword clashing with his with a sharp clang. "I wouldn’t call getting beaten by a girl 'fun,' but maybe that's just me."

Ryker laughed, the sound grating on her nerves. "Oh, I like your spirit. It'll be a shame to break it, but I'll enjoy every second."

Eira lunged at him, her movements a blur of steel and determination. Ryker countered, but she danced out of reach, her speed keeping her just ahead of his strikes. "You talk a lot for someone who's losing," she shot back, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Is that so?" Ryker smirked, feinting to the left before swinging his sword from the right. Eira barely managed to parry, the force of his blow sending a jolt up her arm. "Maybe I’ll let you live long enough to see how much fun we can have together. My brother might get bored, but I won’t."

Eira gritted her teeth, her resolve hardening. "I’d rather die than spend a second more listening to you."

"You say that now, but you'll change your tune soon enough," Ryker said, his voice dripping with menace. "I've broken stronger than you."

The fight was fierce, with Ryker's strength clashing against Eira's agility. She ducked under a wild swing and slashed at his shoulder, drawing blood. Ryker let out a pained grunt, but the wound only seemed to fuel his anger. "Looks like you’re not as invincible as you think," she taunted, her breath coming in quick gasps.

Ryker's eyes narrowed with fury, and he launched a flurry of attacks that forced Eira to backpedal. Her muscles strained as she parried his blows, but she held her ground. Ryker's sneer widened, and he attacked with renewed ferocity. Eira met each blow with determination, her sword a blur as she deflected his strikes. "You're all bark and no bite," she mocked, sidestepping a particularly vicious swing.

"I'll show you bite," Ryker spat, his eyes blazing with fury. He lunged forward, his sword grazing Eira's hip and drawing blood.

Eira winced as pain shot through her side, but she didn’t let it slow her down. She twisted away from Ryker's next attack, using her speed to stay just out of his reach. But the wound on her hip made her movements sluggish, and she barely managed to dodge his next blow. "You'll have to do better than that," she said through gritted teeth, though the pain made it hard to sound confident.

Ryker's sneer widened. "When my brother gets bored with you, I'll make sure to keep you around for a while. You’ll be our toy, and I’ll enjoy every moment of breaking you down, piece by piece. You’ll beg for mercy, but by the end, you’ll be begging for more."

"You're disgusting," Eira spat, her anger giving her strength. She swung her sword with renewed vigor, her strikes fast and relentless. "And you'll never get the chance."

"Keep telling yourself that," Ryker taunted, though she could see the pain in his eyes from the wound she had inflicted. "I'll make you beg for mercy before the end."

Eira's eyes blazed with determination as she pressed her attack. "I'd rather die."

The two warriors clashed fiercely, their swords ringing out in a symphony of battle. Eira’s agility kept her one step ahead, but Ryker’s strength was formidable.The pain in her hip slowed her down, and Ryker took advantage, swinging his sword with a ferocity that forced Eira to block with all her strength. His blade nearly slipped through her defenses, grazing her arm and drawing a thin line of blood.

"You're not bad, but you're not good enough," Ryker taunted, sweat dripping down his face. 

Eira’s breath came in ragged gasps, but she refused to back down. "We'll see about that. Firewing, now!" she shouted.

Her dragon, waiting nearby, swooped in and grabbed Eira by the shoulder, lifting her onto its back. Back in the saddle, she and Firewing set fire to one of the side ships, then flew up to join the rest of the riders. As they flew off towards Dragon’s Edge, Eira breathed a sigh of relief. Firewing swept her wings up as they soared to cloud-cover. She tilted her head back, and a familiar head of hair caught her eye. No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

"Did I see Dagur on that ship? Is he with the dragon hunters?" Hiccup asked, his voice as surprised as Eira felt.

"Not just Dagur!" Eira looked at the twins, confused by what they meant.

"Hiccup, we have a lot to talk about," Tuffnut said, his voice serious for once.

Eira nodded, her mind still racing from the fight. "We'll figure it out together. But for now, let's get back to Dragon's Edge and regroup."

As they flew, Eira couldn't shake the image of the clenched fist symbol from her mind. She knew she needed to talk to her father about it. But for now, stopping the dragon hunters was the priority. Ryker and his hunters would bitterly regret ever crossing paths with her. The thought brought a grim smile to her face as they soared through the sky, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The next few weeks passed quickly. Fishlegs and Gobber tested new recipes for Gronckle Iron, something Fishlegs discovered on the ship. Tuffnut thought he was turning into a dragon, Snotlout destroyed a wedding that didn’t even end up happening, and Barf and Belch rescued Hiccup from an almost successful kidnapping attempt by the dragon hunters. The wound on her hip was not serious but it was slow to heal and was sure to leave a scar with jagged edges, a bit like lightning.  

Eira finally had a peaceful evening and thanked the gods for it. She was organizing shelves filled with bags and jars of herbs and medicines when Astrid walked into her hut. Eira glanced over her shoulder and immediately stopped what she was doing. Astrid had that look on her face, the one Eira knew all too well, the look that signaled something in the category of My-Little-Brother-Should-Not-Find-Out. Astrid had trouble saying what was on her mind, which only confirmed Eira's suspicions.

Eira placed two cups of steaming herbal tea on the table and encouraged Astrid to sit with her. Eira had time, and if what Astrid wanted to say was important, they should discuss it calmly. Astrid took a few sips of the tea, the warmth and herbs calming her a bit. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Eira with newfound determination.

"Heather is a spy. She's not really on the hunters' side, and..." Astrid hesitated, seeing Eira's lack of reaction.

Eira slowly took another sip from her cup, then another. "I expected as much," she said lightly, as if commenting on the weather.

"You...what? How?" Astrid looked panicked while Eira, unfazed, tilted her head slightly.

"After everything that happened, I couldn’t believe Heather simply joined the dragon hunters," Eira said, standing and walking over to another table where her Maces and Talons board stood. "Dagur might be her brother, her last living relative, but Heather... she isn't crazy or cruel. Did you learn anything from her that might help us?"

"I'm supposed to meet her tomorrow, and I was wondering if..." Astrid hesitated again, and Eira knew what she wanted.

"You want to keep this a secret, especially from Hiccup, who would jump on Toothless and fly off to rescue Heather without a second thought?" Eira didn't need to look at Astrid to know her friend was considering everything. Eira picked up a dragon figurine and placed it in the middle of the board, waiting for Astrid to respond.

"In short, yes. You know how your brother can be..." Astrid struggled for words, or more likely, didn't want to say them out loud.

"Reckless? Impulsive? Stubborn? Astrid, it’s Hiccup, my brother. I know better than anyone what he's like." She picked up a simple Viking pawn and placed it next to the dragon figurine on the board.

Astrid sighed and finished her tea, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I have no idea how to meet Heather without anyone suspecting, especially Hiccup. If he finds out..."

"He won't find out. Trust me, deceiving Hiccup is easier than you think." Eira picked up a boat figurine and turned to Astrid with a mocking smile. "And it just so happens that I have an idea."

The meeting with Heather was brief but brought many interesting revelations. Heather was relieved that Eira was involved, as she and Astrid were worried their plan wouldn’t work. What Heather told them was alarming, and after a quick farewell, Eira knew they had to return to Dragon's Edge immediately.

“Eira! Astrid! You're back from Berk already?” Hiccup spoke, surprise coloring his face.

“We never made it there. We ran into Trader Johann along the way,” Astrid said, using the lie they had prepared the day before.

“And he has some interesting news,” Eira added, her expression serious.

They met in the club room, lighting a fire in the hearth for light.

“Johann flagged us down on the way to Berk,” Astrid explained, glancing at Eira to continue.

“He told us that he'd seen Ryker, Heather, and the dragon hunters in the Northern Markets, buying all the cold weather gear they could get,” Eira said.

“Why would you buy winter gear in the summer?” Snotlout asked, surprised.

“Where would the dragon hunters be going that would need heavy weather gear this time of year? Did Johann hear anything else?” Hiccup questioned, a concerned furrow in his brow.

“They needed the gear right away. And they were after something rare. A bone or a claw...” Astrid began.

“Or,” Eira interjected, looking meaningfully at the Dragon Eye, “a tooth. Just think, they’re going after the Snow Wraith to get its teeth. And I think I know why.” Eira looked meaningfully at her brother. “The Dragon Eye used to belong to the hunters. They must know they need a Snow Wraith tooth to make it work. We must prevent them from doing that. If they get that tooth, they will immediately move to retrieve the Dragon Eye, and then no dragon will be safe anymore.”

Hiccup nodded. “Saddle up, gang. We're flying to Snow Wraith Island.”

They had several hours of flying ahead of them. At some point, Eira noticed the rest of the team looking at her in a strange way. She ignored it the first few times until the twins started talking in hushed voices, glancing in her direction sporadically. She frowned slightly.

"Alright, I’ve had enough," she snapped, gently pulling on Firewing’s horn. The dragon let out a small grumble as she did. "What is it? Do I have something in my hair?" No one talked, they just stayed in place.

She scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well? I’m waiting!”

Fishlegs awkwardly spoke up. “Well, you know...” He hesitated, looking around for support. The twins and Snotlout looked away pointedly while Hiccup and Astrid ignored them. “It’s just that Heather is out there, and, well, you two were really close.” He stuttered nervously again. “We were just wondering if you feel bad or unsure about her being our enemy.”

Eira didn’t speak for a while. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Astrid glancing at her. She kicked her legs forward, encouraging Firewing to fly ahead. The rest of the gang were forced to do the same to keep up with her.

“You know, life is a bit like Maces and Talons. The line between good and bad is very thin. Nothing is entirely black or white. Heather went over to the side of the dragon hunters, but she did it to be with the only member of her family. And while Dagur is not perfect, he is her brother. People do things for family that they don't expect.” She looked at all the riders in turn. “I, for one, did not expect to fly on a dragon.”

Fishlegs frowned. “But Eira, you can’t compare that. They’re not the same.”

“Shall I remind you all what we did to dragons before Hiccup tamed Toothless? That he had to lose a leg to make us all understand that dragons are more than dangerous beasts?” She looked at them accusingly.

“Eira is right,” Hiccup flew closer to Eira on Toothless. “We were no good from the start. So we have no right to judge what Heather did.”

The island they landed on was as cold as Eira remembered it. Before she even got off Firewing, she pulled a furry cloak from her bag and pinned it to her shoulder pads. It didn’t give her as much warmth as she thought it would, but it had to suffice for now. Astrid and Eira, as they had agreed, disappeared from Hiccup's sight in the snowstorm when they flew to check out the island. It took them a while before they found the campfire at the spot Heather had pointed out to them earlier.

“What took you so long?” Heather hugged them just after Astrid and Eira had landed.

“You know, Hiccup isn't the easiest person to sneak away from.” They sat around the fire, trying to warm themselves. Eira additionally wrapped herself in her cloak.

“Yeah. Ryker thinks I’m out scouting. How did you get him to come here, anyway?”

“It’s not important right now. Are you alright?” Eira was worried about Heather, what she was doing was incredibly dangerous.

“Well, Ryker doesn't trust anyone and Dagur is paranoid, but so far I think I’m okay.”

“Dagur isn’t here, is he? What did you do with him?”

“I sent him on a fool's errand looking for a second Dragon Eye.”

“Hah, that should keep him busy. So, fill us in.” Eira moved closer to the fire.

“We've been here for two days, searching pretty methodically. According to Ryker, the Snow Wraith digs an ice cave to hibernate in during the summer.”

“Seems logical. Last time we were here, a dragon attacked us straight away.” Eira shuddered at the memory.

“And that explains the rush to get out here, probably to get a tooth from a hibernating Snow Wraith,” Astrid said. She was right. It meant they had little time to stop the hunters.

When they reunited with the rest of the riders, they headed straight for the cave that Heather had pointed out to them. However, they hadn’t gone very far into the cave when the dragon hunters appeared at the entrance. There were not many of them, so with the help of the dragons, they quickly chased them away.

“Dragon riders! Send your leader out to talk,” Ryker roared.

Eira stepped forward determinedly before Hiccup laid a hand on her shoulder. “It’s a trap, it has to be. I need to go see what he wants,” she reasoned.

“You can't. It's too dangerous,” Hiccup protested.

“Ryker thinks you’re going to go. He’s not going to expect me,” she paused, stressing her next words, “and that gives us the advantage.”

She didn’t give him a chance to protest before walking out with purpose. Ryker looked momentarily taken aback, proving her suspicions right. The surprise was gone a moment later, replaced with a lecherous grin, his eyes appraising her body up and down. Eira knew she was beautiful; she had been told so all her life. Her fiery red hair was thick and fell in lazy waves, her tall, proportioned, curvaceous body was striking without being intimidating, and her vibrant green eyes seemed almost too real to be natural. Yet his gaze made her skin crawl, made her want to shrivel up and disappear. Beauty is power, she knew. It can be a weakness or an advantage if played correctly. But now? This felt like a weakness.

Ryker let out a bored hum. “I see Dagur was right, so desperate to play hero and save your brother?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Astrid was right,” she snapped back, “you’re an actual psychopath.”

He tilted his head mockingly. “I see you still haven’t lost that defiance. Watching my brother drain it will be enjoyable,” he drawled. He stepped forward, any trace of dismissiveness gone, thrusting one sword into the snow roughly.

She traced the movement carefully. “What do you want, Ryker?”

“The Dragon Eye.”

She scoffed. “Not a chance in hell, but if you want to know what burning flesh feels like,” she said sweetly, her voice dripping in venom, “be sure to ask.”

“It belongs to us, the Hunters. You stole it from our ship. And I will have it back,” he said gruffly, but she could tell he was starting to get irritated, no longer willing to play this game.

She flicked her hair back, watching the way his eyes gleamed with interest and something darker. All she needed to do was keep him distracted enough to figure out his plan. She didn’t like using her looks, but she’d be a fool not to use any advantage she could. She straightened, placing a hand on her hip, knowing that in this position, her tunic would tighten in all the right places. And she wasn’t wrong; his eyes immediately focused on her, practically undressing her with his gaze.

“We found the Dragon Eye, and well – finders keepers, you know?” she mused, a drawling lilt to her voice.

Ryker's lips curled into a lecherous grin. “You always did know how to keep things interesting,” His eyes roved over her body shamelessly, lingering on every curve. "Tell me, do you always flaunt yourself so willingly, or is it just for me?"

Her jaw clenched, but she kept her expression neutral. "You're disgusting," she spat.

He took another step forward, his gaze never leaving her form. "Disgusting, maybe. But I see the way you use your assets to distract. Clever, I'll give you that. But do you think it will be enough to save you now?"

"Only one way to find out," she replied, her voice steady despite the rising tension.

Ryker chuckled darkly. "Oh, I like this game. You know, if you hand over the Dragon Eye, we could come to an... arrangement. You wouldn't have to face my brother. You could face me instead. I'm sure we'd both find it quite... entertaining."

She took a step back, repulsion clear in her eyes. "I'd rather die"

"Such fire," he mocked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But remember, little warrior, fire can be tamed. Broken." His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, making his intentions unmistakably clear. "Give me the Dragon Eye, and maybe I'll show you mercy. Maybe."

"You think you can scare me into submission?" she challenged, her voice unwavering. "You're nothing but a coward hiding behind threats."

Ryker's smile faded, replaced by a dangerous glint in his eye. "Coward, am I? You'll regret those words." He straightened, his demeanor shifting back to cold and calculating. "Look around. We're in front of you. The Snow Wraith is behind you. One-time offer. Hand over the Dragon Eye, and you're free to go."

There was no way he would let them go. If he got what he wanted, he would most likely lock her and the others in cages.

She pouted sarcastically. “Oh, my apologies. I must have left it in my other skirt,” she said, patting her skirt down for dramatics. “And, between you and the Snow Wraith, the Snow Wraith seems more likable.”

His eyes narrowed, a wicked gleam lighting up in them. “In that case, surrender, and you won’t face the same consequences as your dragons,” Ryker licked his lips, “I do love the taste of Monstrous Nightmare meat.” Ryker’s eyes followed her, his lips curling into a lecherous smile. "You know, if you beg nicely, I might let you keep your dragon. I might even find another use for you." His gaze raked over her body, lingering on her curves with an overt hunger. "I've always wondered if your fire extends to other... activities."

Eira bristled angrily, closing her eyes as she reined her anger back. It wouldn’t do her any good to lose control of her temper.

“Tell you what, Ryker,” she began casually, “I’ll make you my offer. You and your men leave the Snow Wraiths and this island alone and never return, and you won’t have to feel flesh melting off your bones and turning into nothing but ash in the wind.”.

“You really don’t have the Dragon Eye, do you?” Ryker asked, his eyes gliding over her body, lingering on her curves with a predatory grin.

“I said I don’t have it.”

“And you aren’t coming out?”

She snorted. “Not in the near future.”

Ryker sighed as if she was being completely unreasonable. “Just don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, doll.” He bent down to pick up his sword, his gaze sliding up her legs, taking his time as he let his eyes drink in every inch of her. “You know, you’d look better without all that leather. It’s a waste on someone like you.”

Eira felt a chill run down her spine but held her ground. “I think I’ll stick with what I have, thanks.”

Ryker chuckled darkly. “Oh, the things I could do to you... But, business before pleasure, as they say.” Behind him, a shadow of an archer appeared, pointing a loaded bow directly at her.

Eira threw herself to the ground just in time, the arrow flying past her head. She ran towards Firewing, who roared angrily, glaring around the room.

At the same time, Ryker was pulling Heather away, gripping her arm tight enough to leave bruises. “I saw that,” he spat out, glaring harshly at her, “you did that on purpose.”

Heather wrenched her arm away, rubbing the place where he had gripped too hard. “Of course I did. How many times do Dagur and I have to tell you that Eira is more valuable alive than dead? You said so yourself, remember?”

He paused, staring down at her for a long time before finally responding, “Maybe you’re right, Heather. Maybe Eira can be helpful to us.”

Heather sagged in relief, remembering her position as she quickly masked her emotions to not look too relieved.

“Shoot the cave,” he ordered.

“What?”

Ryker scowled at her. “Have. Your. Animal. Shoot. The. Cave,” he said coldly, stressing each word as if she were a fool.

Heather’s mind raced, desperately looking for something to prevent this. “Why?”

“Just do it,” he snarled, his eyes glinting with a mix of irritation and dark amusement. “Unless you want to join her in that little game of hers. I'd be more than happy to watch you both squirm.”

Windshear let out a burst of blue fire, snow piling down on the cave mouth. The last thing Eira saw was a flaming crimson wing, streaked with black, shielding her, and the familiar head of Firewing as a shard of ice slammed into her head, turning her gaze blurry.

[peonierose]

Losing Game (4/4)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rating: Mature / Angst

TW: Mental Health

Word: 5,000+

Summary: Bryce and Luna have worked things out. But there is still one visit to make before Bryce and Luna find closure.

A/N: This has been a story that’s very dear to me. I went a bit off-canon so I hope you’ll give it a try. As always thank you to everyone who gives my stories and my characters a chance 🩷🌙

A/N 2: In case you missed the parts before here they are: Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3

A/N 3: Thank you to @annieruok94 🌷🩷 and @aallotarenunelma 🌺🩷 I hope you like the part with Adam, it was inspired by you 🥰

Side note: I also made a playlist for Part 4, (the previous two parts include a playlist as well).

The next day…

Bryce

I traded my shift with Aubrey so that I could have the day off.

I was watching Luna get dressed in a pink overall with a white shirt underneath, while I was lying in bed.

Luna turned towards me as she put her hair in a bun, a few blonde strands escaping her bun. She turned to me as I was basking in her light.

”I was thinking of visiting your dad today and I’d like to come with you if you want me to and if you feel ready for us to go together.“

I raised my eyebrows as I propped myself up against the pillow resting behind me.

”Are you sure? It’s not too much for you?“ I asked while I got out of bed.

She hugged me.

”Yes, I’m sure. Also, I love hugging you like this.“

”Any particular reason why?“ I grinned.

”This fine piece of ass. I like it.“

”Well this fine piece of ass made you feel real special last night. Also, I like this dirty side of you Lunes.“

I started to unbutton the straps of her overall but she stopped me.

”B we can’t. We’ll be late. The visiting hours aren’t that long.“

I sighed. She smiled and kissed me on my still-smiling lips.

”Really?“ I asked and tried to convince her for a quick round.

”Puppy dog eyes won’t work. Come on get dressed babe.“ She slapped my ass. I laughed out loud and got dressed.

And together we drove to prison to visit my dad.

Bryce

It’s weird to be here at the Halawa Correctional Facility, again.

The guards searched us, then gave us visitor passes and let us through. We sat at a dark grey table in the cafeteria, only one other guy was sitting down with his family from the looks of it.

I don’t think I’ve noticed anything that day. Not the color of the table or if anyone else was present. It might even be the same table I sat at the other day.

My dad walked in and they released the handcuffs and let him sit with us.

Both Lunes and I sat there as my dad walked over and sat down opposite us. He looked at me and smiled.

Then he turned to Luna and he offered his hand. Luna shook it and held onto it for a couple of seconds.

”You must be Mr. Lahela. I’ve heard so many things about you.“

I winced and tried to hide the fact that I hadn’t told Luna much. An acidic feeling rose inside of me. Recognizing it as guilt. For not telling her more about my messed up family life sooner.

But maybe I could change that and tell her everything later. I trust Luna, more than anyone. Maybe it’s time to lay all the cards on the table. Talking to Luna about my family might relieve some of the residual pain I’ve been carrying around for years.

”You must be Luna.“ My dad said and smiled at her. Luna nodded and I tuned back into the conversation.

”So Bryce has told you a lot of things about me? Like that pink is my favorite color?“ He joked but Luna didn’t know that my dad's favorite color is blue. Like mine. Well, blue-green is my favorite. I wonder why? I snicker.

”No way! I once told Bryce how good he’d look in pink scrubs. Like a deep magenta or a mauve tone. He’d be a stunner.“

My dad grinned at Luna’s enthusiasm. I haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time. Looks as if Luna can win anyone over.

”Or cherry red like that hickey.“ My dad pointed to me. I blushed down to my hair roots. Luna held out her hand for a high five and my dad smacked it.

”Hell yeah.“ Luna grinned, not embarrassed at all.

”Oh, man.“ I mumbled. She smacked me onto my arm.

”Ow that hurt.“ I rubbed the spot she smacked me.

”Man up.“ She grinned.

”Really? In front of my dad?“ I said and both Luna and my dad just laughed.

”Oh please. I’m sure your dad knows we’re sleeping together. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be pregnant.“

"Looks as if that train left the station a long time ago." My dad laughed out loud and started wiping tears from out of the corner of his eyes, Luna grins.

”I like her, she's got balls.“ My dad said.

”Dad!“ I exclaimed.

”Oh don’t worry. My delicate sensibilities weren’t hurt.“ Luna waved him off.

We kept chatting for the remainder of the visit. When it’s time to leave I help Luna when we both get up, my dad stands up as well.

”It was great meeting you Luna. I can tell you’re keeping my son on his toes.“

”Oh I sure do. Bryce is a great guy. I’m very proud of him.“ Luna said with a hint of a warning in her tone. My dad raised his eyebrows and got the message loud and clear. Then he smiled.

”She’s a keeper. Also, I’d love it if you called me Keola. Mr. feels too formal.“

Luna beamed at him.

”Sure no problem Keola. That would be nice. Would it be okay if I hugged you? You don’t have to, but I’d love a hug.“

My dad grinned and hugged her. God, what did I do to deserve someone like Luna? When they broke apart my dad waited.

”What are you waiting for? Get in here. Maybe before I become a grandfather?“

”Burn,“ Luna commented. I let out a surprised laugh and my dad and I hugged. It felt different to hug him now than it did when I was a teenager.

He felt more thin and frail. But it’s good to hug him because he’s my dad. And just like that something shifts into the right place. When we broke apart we picked up the conversation about the twins.

”We’re expecting twins in March.“ Luna said and my dad nodded happily. I can tell he’s happy. He’s got the same look in his eyes when Keiki was born.

”I have something for you.“ Luna got out a black and white picture. It’s the latest sonogram from the twins. She handed it to my dad.

”It’s an ultrasound picture of the twins. Kehlani Mae and Alaia Rose. You can keep it. We have another one.“ Luna said and my dad looked down at the picture. When he looked up, he held the picture close to his heart.

”Thank you, Luna. This means a lot to me.“ I smiled and hugged Lunes close to me. We all hugged again and then left to get to our car and drive home.

When we were inside the car I turned to Luna who looked at me. I smiled and reached into the glove compartment to get some tissues out and handed one to Luna.

”Here you go sunshine.“

She nodded in thanks and smiled at me.

”Thank you for today Lunes. I can’t even describe how much it meant to me that you went and visited my dad with me. Giving him that ultrasound picture? Making him smile like that? Man, I haven’t seen him smile as he did now in a long time. You made him so happy and me too.“

”Of course B. I’d give you one of my kidneys if it meant you’d survive.“

I smiled at her.

”B?“ She asked, looking tentatively at me.

”Yeah?“

”Can we just get some malasadas to go and then get naked?“

Which drew a surprised laugh from me. It’s like my dad said, Luna sure does keep me on my toes. But I love her, and it keeps me grounded in a way that’s hard to explain. That must be the feeling when you find the one.

”Not what I expected you to say. But sure.“

”I don’t want to ruin my overall, it's so cute.“ She said and together we drove to Leonard’s Bakery.

Bryce

We got home. Had some malasadas. And got lost in each other's touch. It was like coming home. It’s what we both needed.

We stand in our shower outside. Just holding on to each other. Like one of us is going to disappear in the next second. I felt the best when I was surrounded by water. It helped me calm down and it calmed Luna down too.

We toweled off and went into the kitchen. I stopped, putting some strands of her wet hair aside and I kissed her. Wondering how I got so lucky?

”You got so lucky because I’m awesome. And you’re my arm candy,“ she said, her tone getting lighter and I looked up at her. The shadows of pain were almost gone. I just kept looking at her.

”I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you with my actions,“ I said.

She pulled me closer.

”It’s okay B I know you didn’t mean it. And I know a relationship and love are sometimes hard to navigate. But another stunt like that and I won’t be so nice,“ she said.

”Why are you so forgiving? I thought you’d be angrier with me now?“

I asked, honestly flabbergasted.

She gnawed on her lips nervously. Ahhh. She’s been harboring a secret too.

”Spill Lunes,“ I said grinning. She looked up.

”Okay don’t be mad, but Evie sent out invitations for our wedding a couple of weeks ago and I said I’d have to ask if you wanted your mom to be there but I forgot to ask you and now your mom has gotten an invitation and I sort of didn’t ask you?“ She looked crestfallen so I pulled her close and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

”You were totally buttering me up. I was thinking of inviting her. Maybe even thinking of giving her and Dad a second chance. Unless they give me a reason to not trust them anymore,“ I said my voice steely.

She smiled and I knew we were good. When she kept smiling I looked at her.

”What? Any more secrets you’d like to tell me? Like how you ate the last piece of strawberry cheesecake that had my name on it?“

”That was Keiki,“ she lied and I shook my head.

We heard the door being slammed and Keiki walked in.

”You said it’s okay if we shared that piece of cake! Now I get blamed for eating the whole thing? Oh come on.“

She went into her room upstairs and slammed the door behind her. Bryce and I burst out laughing. Luna wiggled her eyebrows.

”How about we try out that hot tub we got some time ago?“

I grinned at her getting where she was going with this.

”Getting you naked is my favorite pastime,“ I said.

”Likewise,“ she replied.

We both sprinted into one of our bathrooms where we set up a hot tub. Luna's idea. The best idea she’s ever had if you don’t count on us getting together.

I got put out of my thoughts when she stood naked in front of me.

She’s been feeling unsure of her body because it started changing ever since she got pregnant.

”You‘re the most stunning woman of all time. So get that sweet butt of yours into the water,“ I said and she grinned.

”You only love me for my body,“ she grinned, getting comfortable in the water.

I huffed out a breath.

”That’s supposed to be my line,“ I said and she got closer until our bodies touched.

”Maybe you can change my mind?“ she asked.

”Oh I intend to,“ I said and kissed her until she forgot everything.

Until there’s just us and the love we shared for each other.

After a while when our fingers looked more like raisins, we got out of the hot tub. We dried ourselves and went to our bedroom. Lunes took one of my college shirts from Stanford and I just wore boxers. I turned Luna’s night light on. Illuminating the whole room, transforming it into the night sky.

When we lay in bed we almost stuck together. That’s how close we were. Needing this moment. Together. It’s what’s anchoring us.

I leaned into Lunes and sought her warmth, her comfort and she did the same for me.

Everything’s going to work out in the end, because our love is the loudest.

The next morning…

We got up, showered and lay in bed. Or well Luna was lying in bed while I was putting on some bum bum cream since she can’t reach it herself. I could feel her stare bore into me, making me smile.

”What now? Pillow talk?“ I teased and looked up at her.

”I…just wanted to ask if you’d tell me more about your parents. And what happened?“ Luna said.

I know she won’t push me, but she’d love to know more. I sigh as I put the lid back on the bum bum cream and kiss her calf. Making her laugh. One of my favorite sounds in the whole world.

”When I was younger…I don’t know, I always remember we had a lot of money. I never cared about that stuff. My parents were working in the real estate field. I wasn’t different because of it. And I didn’t act as if I was the center of attention, throwing money around.“ I sat at the edge of the bed and gathered my thoughts.

”Then there was this one night. I remember it was late and I just came back from a round of basketball with Kainalu and some of my other friends. I drove around the corner into our neighborhood in Maui and saw all these blue lights. Realizing the light was coming from police cars. Not having the faintest idea what the hell was going on.“

”Then what happened?“ Luna reached out and I helped her sit next to me.

”I saw my dad getting arrested, being put into a police car. I went inside the house like I was on autopilot. My mom came to me pulled me to the side and whispered I should take this bag from Keiki’s closet since apparently they haven’t checked that out yet. Take Keiki and get out of the house.“

”That must’ve been terrifying. I can’t imagine how you must’ve felt.“ Luna said drawing circles on my hands.

”It was horrible. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. Not able to wake up.“

”What happened with your parents?“

”Later I found out how we got to have all this money. It didn’t just appear out of thin air. I learned my parents made some bad investments and the people they owed money wanted their money back. Saying ”pay me back or else.“ I said remembering the court transcripts.

Luna puts a hand over her mouth.

”Oh god. What happened after that?“

I rub a strand of her blonde hair between my fingers.

”As it turns out my parents skimmed money off their clients. They had access to all the clients' private information. At first, nobody noticed anything, since it was only small amounts that disappeared and that could’ve been easily justified. But when larger sums started disappearing, they started an investigation, to find out what happened. My parents became desperate to pay the money back that they owed. But what they didn’t know was that the police set a trap and caught them red-handed.“ I sigh, sharing this part of my life was always hard for me.

As if feeling this was difficult for me, Luna turned my head towards her and smiled at me.

”You don’t have to tell me. I can see this is affecting you deeply.“

I shook my head and lightly kissed her temple.

”So if your parents got caught what happened to you and your sister? I can’t imagine you came out of this unscathed.“ She encouraged me to keep talking.

”I was finishing my last year of high school. I was one of the popular kids and became public enemy number one overnight. The other kids whose parents had lost money from my parents' schemes took their anger and frustrations out on me. It’s hardly surprising, but still, I wasn’t a part of it. Neither was Keiki. She was only what, 6-years-old? And that night my parents got arrested? It was Keiki‘s birthday. I felt so angry that they would be greedy and take some money and drag all of us into it. But I know now that maybe there’s more to the story and life isn’t always as black and white as we’d like it to be.“

Luna leaned into me to offer me some comfort, as I was telling her my deepest and darkest secret. One I’m still ashamed about, though I’m trying to make my peace with it.

”We stayed with close friends until everything was cleared. Mom was acquitted because she testified against my dad.“

”Your parents love each other B. She wanted to help him and he didn’t want her to be in prison. I’d do the same. If I could help you by not making you wear an orange jumpsuit? I’d take it.“

”You’d lie on the stand?“ I was shocked.

”Depending on what the lie would be. I’m not exactly good at lying.“ She replied. I smiled and nodded absently as if now realizing she could be right.

”You may be right.“ I said.

”What happened after?“ Luna asked.

”It didn’t get better once I started college. I asked if I could take online classes. The college board agreed because my situation was a bit delicate as they put it. But it became too much so I transferred to Stanford. Just to get out of Maui. My grades were good enough that I could justify a transfer. And they had an open spot, so I packed my stuff, and left. Keiki went to live with Mom in Maui, while I went away to Stanford. Keiki was only six and in elementary school when I left. I left everything behind and didn’t look back.“

I sighed as I was saying that.

”Do you feel guilty that you left? I mean you and Keiki made up. Do you think she still harbors hard feelings because you left?“ Luna nailed my emotional roller coaster inside of me on the head.

”I do feel a little guilty. But I hope she forgave me. I regret not being here for her. But then I wouldn’t have met such awesome friends and later on you, Lunes.“

”The love of your life. Just give this a bit of time and you’ll see things will turn around.“ She grinned and I kissed her. Simply because it made me happy.

I broke off the kiss and said into her hair.

”The love of my life has a good point.“

She grinned and I smiled against her temple and instead of talking about the past, we made memories for the future.

A week later…

I was nervous as all get out. I was never good at talking to other people about my feelings.

I knocked on a red door and when the door opened a tall man with blond hair, put in a bun, answered the door.

Adam smiled at me as I stood there like a weirdo. I smiled nervously. Waving at him. Why am I waving at him? Get a grip, Bryce! I let out a nervous breath I’d been holding in and smiled at Adam.

”Bryce. It’s good to see you man. What brings you by? Oh god, my mom would whoop my ass. Seriously, where are my manners? Come on in.“ He opened the door wider and his golden retriever Knox came closer.

”Knox. Sit. Remember, no jumping people.“ Adam said to his dog who just smiled. I didn’t know dogs could smile. Huh. You learn something new every day. I petted Knox, which earned me a lick on my hand.

I followed Adam into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs.

”Want something to drink? My cousin made some beer. It’s made from some native ingredients found only in Hawaii. He listed tons of those ingredients. To me, it just tastes like beer. You want some?“ His head was buried inside the fridge.

”Sounds good.“ I replied.

He resurfaced from the fridge and held out a bottle of beer. It shone like liquid gold. We both opened our bottles took a sip and whistled.

”Damn. This is some good shit.“ I said and took another sip. Tasting, honey, amber, citrus notes, and something unique. Like hibiscus? How did they incorporate that into beer?

Adam smiled.

”I’ll be sure to tell him.“ He smiled and put his beer on a nearby table.

”So what brings you by? I don’t assume this is a social call?“

”What, I can’t come visit you?“ I asked, trying to mask why I was there.

Because I feel embarrassed and ashamed for something I had no control of. But like Dr. Leslie said, letting go of the past doesn’t mean it won’t be able to hurt you anymore, it means you’re giving it less power over you.

”Look I’ll be honest. I came here to ask you for a favor. And you can say no.“ I said.

”What kind of favor?“ He regarded me carefully.

”I recently had some memories from the past come back and I realized I might need an outlet for my emotions to avoid having a panic attack during surgery.“ I told him.

”I’m sorry you’re going through a tough time. I am. I know how difficult it was when my mom died. I was angry at myself, at the world, at everyone.“ He admitted and I looked up.

”I‘m so sorry for your loss. I bet your mom was an incredible person.“ I said and peeled off the label of the beer bottle. Feeling the soft fur of Knox graze my calves. I reached and patted him and he lay down by my feet. Anchoring me in a way.

”She sure was. It took me some time to figure out how to handle my grief. And everyone handles grief and losing a loved one differently. So if there’s something I can do to help I’d be happy to.“ He said and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

”Can I ask what happened?“ He took another sip of his beer, turned his attention to me and asked me what I feared he might.

”My parents cheated a lot of people out of their money. And the kids at school got back at me and Keiki for it. My dad is still in prison and my mom testified against my dad so she didn’t go to jail. At that time my sister and I didn’t know what my parents did. I recently visited my dad and I don’t know. I guess I’m just not sure how to feel about this whole situation.“ That’s when I realized I'd been babbling and when I looked up I just wanted to run away. Or hide.

”First of all, I would never judge you, Bryce. I’ve got to know you over the last couple of months. You're a kind, supportive guy. Who’s hard-working and loves his family. You’re a good person. Don’t let past mistakes by other people define who you are at your core.“ He said and I breathed out. Before I could say anything he continued.

”And don’t worry whatever you tell me stays between us. You don’t have to worry that I’d spill the beans to anyone. I’m really sorry this happened to you. I never thought you’d gone through something like that. So what is it exactly I could help you with? I’m not exactly good with therapy sessions.“ He smiled gently.

”I worked something out for therapy. But…I…uh…I‘d love it if maybe I could work on some projects here with you. If you need any help. I know I’m not exactly qualified or anything. But maybe I could use your workshop in the beginning. I promise I won’t make a mess. Years of doing surgeries have made me a very organized person. At least in the OR room.“

Adam grinned.

”You got it. Use the space however you like. It’s yours. If I do need some help I’ll let you know. As a matter of fact, I could use your help. I found this dresser at an antique store and I’d love to restore it to its former glory. The wood carving is beautiful, I think it’s made out of Koa wood. It would be perfect for Maxine actually.“

He blushed and I smirked.

”So essentially two birds one stone?“ I asked and he nodded. That’s when I noticed how different he looked when Maxine’s name was mentioned. I wondered what I look like when I talk about Luna. Probably like a sappy fool. But probably a really happy one.

”You really love her do you?“ I asked and it dawned on me, how much his eyes conveyed his genuine love and respect for Maxine.

”Yes I do. Maxine is a special woman. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make her happy for the rest of my life.“

”I’ll drink to that. To love and good friendships.“ I said and we clinked our glasses together and just enjoyed a nice view of a Hawaiian sunset.

Life is hard but you make the best out of it every single day.