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redclercs ยท 1 day ago
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DELICATEโœฐCHARLES LECLERC.
xv. he was sunshine, i was midnight rain
โ€” the one where you broke his heart 'cause he was nice.
โ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ? ๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ? ๐˜–๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ? ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ? ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ?โž โ€”๐‹๐€๐๐˜, ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘.
warnings: angst, not proofread and pls go easy on me i'm coming out of the worst block everrrrrrrrrr. our girlie is making poor choices pls hate her a bit for it, the last bit is charles centered. 2.23k words (+articles!)
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by Tom Gill
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The worst time to have a carreer on Public Relations is when your client is as unhinged as y/n y/ln has proven to be. Many people, myself included, can't help but feel sorry for whoever is on her team because there's only so much someone can do to put out a fire when the person burning is the same one who keeps lighting the matches.
y/n just can't stop messing up, can she? Just when her fans thought she would rise from the ashes with an outstanding movie deal, the 'Queen of Romcoms' has to go ahead and mess things up by proving that people who aren't blinded by her master manipulations are right: y/n y/ln is in fact a cheating snake.
The Deuxmoi post talking about an actress involved with a Formula 1 driver and her presence at the Italian Grand Prix last Sunday are enough confirmation of the fact. y/n is not ashamed to be seen on broad daylight with the guy that broke off her engagement.
Don't kill the messenger, y/n fans. Aidan Kim and Victoria Presley did warn you.
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New York, United States, September 10th.
It feels like you've just finished unpacking when you find yourself throwing stuff in a suitcase once again. There is little to none excitement in you as you decide between a couple of blouses and recite Amy's lines outloud inside your messy apartment.
"Waitโ€”that's not right," you huff, unaware that you've let the blouse you like the least inside the suitcase. The lines slip your mind like butter on a pan. Honestly, you've started to wonder if several of your braincells died in the past month. Nothing other than 'I want to be great or nothing' seem to have stuck. So much for how well that single line applies to your life.
"'It looks like it's never done a day of work in its life'," you mutter, picking the script up from the dining table. You have studied it a million times, gone through lines and rehearsals and a thousand other things. You have called Greta and Timothรฉe and Saoirse and they have called you on their own accord to agree the accurate tones of scenes and interactions, and yet you are sure you are still going to mess everything up once the camera starts rolling. "God, help me."
The clock on your phone tells you it's 9:30 a.m. and you are nowhere being done with your luggage. Also, Charles' plane lands in less than an hour and you are not making it to the airport in time. He has a busy month race-wise and he has still made some time to come to New York before you leave for Boston in a couple days and you are both turned upside down with the Asian race-tour.
There is one reasonโ€”and one reason onlyโ€” that Mildred has agreed that you should have these two days off. That reason is not Charles Leclerc, given the fact that she has grown to hate him even if she can admit, albeit to herself only, that he has done nothing wrong. You are supposed to be preparing more interviews and then a prolonged stage of silence while you focus on filming Little Women. Mildred has a whole plan laid out and that is another script you have to follow. No improvisations though, you have been warned.
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Time has a funny way of passing by when it comes to Charles and yourself. Your whole relationship feels contained in a moment and also in a century, and every time you see each other again, even after just a few days a whole other bubble of time seems to have passed. You think it's Charles' way of making it feel special, making you feel special by looking at you like you're a part of him he's constantly missing when you're not right next to him. A 'lovesick fool' you have heard him been nicknamed by people who try to be nice, at least a little bit. Others sneer at how they can't wait for the 'honeymoon phase' to be over.
And it's precisely the way he looks at you before he's crushing you against his chest that makes you hold your tongue for the rest of the day. You cannot bring yourself to tell him the plan the people around you have made without asking for your inputโ€”much lesser hisโ€” to salvage your career and your reputation.
It nags at you how stupid you're being. Maybe some part of your brain did die between Sunday and today, but you are certain you won't be able to bear the disappointment in Charles' eyes when he finds out what you agreed to.
This visit is less touristy than the last time Charles came to New York. He's leaving tomorrow and you, the day after for Boston, so you want to bask in each other's company as much as possible. You go to a cupcake place and take pictures, all while Charles re-tells everything people have said about his win on Sunday. He's become even more of the Golden Boy he already was in the eyes of Ferrari fans, and you feel love swell in your chest at the fact. You love that he's loved, there's nothing he deserves more than to be loved.
"Will you show me the script now?" Charles asks, taking his light jacket off as he crosses the door to your apartment. A slight feeling of embarrassment flashes through you when you focus on the different disasters around the house but Charles either doesn't notice or doesn't mind as he makes himself comfortable on the couch where several pairs of your shoes are scattered.
"I think it would violate my contract somehow if I did," you chuckle, noticing that your travel kit toothbrush and toiletries are on the coffee table. "I was sure I had those in my luggage already," you groan, pointing at them.
Charles laughs, patting the spot next to him and motioning you over excitedly. "Can I see it please?" he elongates the 'e', with a mocking puppy eye look on his face. "Read me some of your favorite lines," he's suggested so several times and you refuse him every single one. It's not like he hasn't seen you act, Charles admitted in one of your phone calls to have binged all of your movies.
"I can't," you fall into the couch next to him, wrapping one arm around his neck. "You make me nervous, it won't turn out good."
"You see me work all the time," he grumbles against your hair, "And you too, make me nervous. You're being unfair."
"Oh, booohooo," you mock, nuzzling into his neck. "Your job is far more exciting than me reciting lines."
"It is notโ€”"
His complaint is cut short as you kiss him, once, twice, so many times you lose count and he kisses you back between snickers and fake complaints about how there's only so much his heart can take before it explodes. It's so cheesy it makes you both cringe and burst with laughter before starting the scene all over again.
A re-run of a Foodnetwork reality show is playing in the background when you open your eyes after a short-lived nap. Charles is swiping through his phone with his other arm around you, the light in the apartment has faded almost completely giving way to late evening.
"Do you want to go out for dinner?" you ask pushing off of Charles' body and sit and rub your eyes. "Or should we order something?"
He locks his phone and stretches, still laying on his back. "Whatever you want to do, soleil."
You two are way too comfortable in your little cocoon to mess it up by going outside just to eat. Charles smiles, knowing you've already made your mind up.
You argue on the couch for ten minutes about what take-out to get and after you've finally placed the order on your phone, you get up to make some space the dining table.
"Here," you throw the bunch of papers at him softly. The 'Little Women' script is anotated from page one, and it is true that you probably shouldn't be showing it to him, but it doesn't really hurt anyone either. "Not a word, do you hear me, Leclerc?"
Charles laughs before crossing his heart with his index finger, eager to read about your next big thing.
You throw more stuff on your open suitcase, wipe the table down and look through your kitchen for an unopened bottle of wine while Charles reads and occassionally shouts something from the living room. He's so genuinely excited about seeing you bring Amy to life on the silver screen.
"Gooodddd, what's taking them so long?" you whine as you return to the living room. The 'your order is in progress' notification still alive on the screen of your phone. Charles doesn't seem to mind as he makes space for you to sit with him again.
"Couch potato," you stick your tongue out at him, placing your feet on his lap after reaching for the TV remote. You surf through a few channels, trying to remember what the name was of that crime documentary you wanted to watch on Netflix.
"...y/n y/ln making headlines again with her messy love life," the E! Show that's starting has your picture and Charles' next to each other.
Charles' eyes move from the last pages of the script to the TV and then to you. "Change the channel, love," he says as he reaches for the remote himself.
"Yeah," you click on the Netflix logo on the remote and the screen goes black as your phone pings, letting you know your food has been delivered to your apartment complex's lobby.
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There is something beautiful about domestic life with Charles even if it just exists for scarce moments like this. The smell of coffee and the sound of his humming lull you into a peaceful state of mind as you prepare breakfast before once again leaving for the airport.
Messages from Mildred, three or four already, remind you that you must be ready for the list of things she had also reminded you of a million times already.
'how did he take it?' you read from your phone, Mildred again.
You look at Charles and open your mouth. Maybe now that he's leaving in a couple hours you'll work up the courage to tell him about how Mildred is staging your break-up right this second. Which means nothing, right? Keeping it lowkey is for the best, even for him.
Right?
You open your mouth and close it several times looking at your disheveled boyfriend and his sweet smile.
"What?"
"There's something I have to tell you," you breathe out, screwing the already too tight cap on the empty bottle of orange juice that rests on the table.
"So tell me," Charles' smile widens as he puts both elbows on the table, ready to listen.
"I'm really going to miss you." you chuckle awkwardly, and there is momentary gesture, barely perceptible, in Charles' face that tells you he knows that's not what you really wanted to say.
"Me too soleil, but we'll figure it out," he's reaching for your hand with a weaker smile on his face this time.
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AFTER months of speculation about the nature of y/n's relationship with Formula 1 Pilot Charles Leclerc, a spokesperson for the actress has made an exclusive statemen for PEOPLE.
"They have never been romantically-involved," the source said. "Their friendship is undeniable but there's nothing more than that."
y/ln and Leclerc have been linked since April and spotted in public together several times, including at the Italian Grand Prix on September 3rd.
"Since becoming friendly they've ran into each other at several events," the source continues, "They are often surrounded by friends they have in common, such as Matilde Bassi and Timothรฉe Chalamet. y/n knows it's too soon to put herself out there romantically."
Despite a rumor surfacing on an online gossip site that they took a romantic vacation together in Greece, y/n's spokesperson tells PEOPLE that "pictures are often released without context to create controversy."
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Charles Leclerc has been blind-sided. Which, to be fair, in his career field is something he should be used to. But the feeling doesn't compare to being blind-sided by the person who is supposed to be your partner.
Charles understands, he always understands, or at least tries his best to do so. But this time, it really feels like he's reached his limit. It's not even about how he's become even more of the laughing-stock within his group of friends about how he's been parading y/n around and defending her honor for her to call their relationship 'casual' rather than not even getting a heads-up from her about the matter.
"Is there something you would like to talk about now, y/n?" Charles questions, trying his best not to let the anger flow into his voice.
Charles thinks the worst part is how long she stays silent, but it's not even close to what comes next.
"I tried telling you," she lies.
"When?" there is no point in hiding his anger anymore, even if he doesn't want to fight. This is one of those unavoidable things you expect to hit somewhere down the road in the relationship, not a month into it.
"I TRIED!" she repeats, unable to come up with any argument in her defense.
"You never tried! See that's the thing about you, you just wait for things to happen and then you 'try' to deal with the mess!" His accent is thickening with every word.
"If it bothers you so muchโ€”"
"What bothers me," he cuts her off, "Is how you cannot trust me with these things? What did you think I would say?!"
"Exactly what you're saying now, Charles," she sounds defeated and it manages to irk him an extra mile. "You don't understandโ€”"
"I don't understand how you still care more about what people are going to say than about talking to me. I'm your boyfriend!"
There is another long silence during which he can hear faint yelling in the background of her side of the line. On his side of the world it's nearly midnight.
"I've been thinking," y/n nearly gasps, "That maybe we rushed things."
"Rushed things?" his voice is so small now he wonders if it can really travel half-way through the world.
"Iโ€” Maybe Mildred is rightโ€” I wasn't, I am not ready for a relationship." She stammers, and Charles can picture her pinching her thigh in that nervous tick she can't quite manage to get rid of.
"You can't even take responsibility for your own feelings?"
It's always Aidan, Victoria, Mildred... a handy list of people to put part of the blame on for when she doesn't want to say things herself.
And Charles accepts it. He accepts her messes because he wants her, but now apparently y/n doesn't even want him back.
"What do you even mean by that?" y/n scoffs.
"Can you even be honest with me, then? Say that it is you who doesn't want this relationship, y/n, don't put it onโ€”"
"I'M NOT PUTTING IT ON ANYONE! THIS HAS BEEN A MISTAKE SINCE WE LEFT MYKONOS Iโ€”"
Charles didn't want to fight and now there is nothing to fight for, anyway. So he hangs the phone up, because sometimes things end in silence.
It's three am, and Charles Leclerc just got his heart broken.
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โ”€โ”€โ”€ team principal radio: โwhy hello there, i don't even know if you remember this fic but it is for my own peace of mind that I have to finish it!!! also i love these characters a lot, even when they're acting so selfish and stupidโ€”looking at you y/n. Thank you if you are still here and like me, had to reread it to get to this chapter.โž
โœฐ paddock club members: NO PADDOCK CLUB THIS TIME BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW IF ANYONE STILL WANTS TO BE TAGGED.
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strwberri-milk ยท 3 days ago
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Hello! Can I request an angst Sylus x reader ff where the princess reader and Prince Sylus are in an arranged marriage and he really hates her also because of the rumors her fake friend made. The reader is cold on the outside but a very loving and sweet inside. During their 1 ยฝ year as a married couple, Sylus didn't acknowledged her as his wife but she does as her husband. One day, tables turned....Sorry for my English ๐Ÿ˜ญ
urgh i think you're wanting a fic from this which if i were to do this it would hoenstly end up being 5k</a long fic for which i aim 40k words for minimum and i mean this with all the kindness of my heart - i do not have the energy to do that for free so i hope youre okay w the typical hc style im doing!! also i changed some of it bc i dont see sylus making judgements of people based off what hes told
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Sylus had long given up on the idea of doing things for himself wholly. He didn't have the ability to do things for just himself, selfishness the last thing on his mind with the status he owns. That's why he didn't object too much to being married - even if it was to someone he doesn't know.
Your first meeting was all business. He didn't mind at all but everybody in the room could feel the temperature drop by a few degrees. The two of you set out the terms of the marriage cleanly, coming to an agreement in very little time. To him it seemed that the two of you are on the same page, making things that much easier.
To respect your boundaries the two of you sleep in separate rooms. He's always busy, going off to meetings or sitting in his office reviewing the immense stacks of paperwork he has. Despite that, you try your best to find ways to include yourself in his schedule.
The servants always make room for you when you pass by, allowing you to go as you please while whispering about what might happen if they didn't. You pay it no mind, knowing that you've always been seen as intimidating. All it did was secure you a perfect match in Sylus, so you couldn't really mind. You learned quickly what his daily schedule looked like, finding the smallest gaps to insert yourself simply by delivering refreshments or news that other staff begged you not to do as it was below your station.
Sylus was a little surprised at first but he took it well, greeting you politely and thanking you whenever you came in. He understood it as you trying to keep appearances with your marriage, despite it being very clear to everybody involved everything was just for politics. He allows you your vice, sometimes even making small conversations with you. He didn't think you had any ulterior motive with how brief and impersonal the visits were.
He learned later that you began baking the pastries for him through the grapevine. You didn't tell him yourself, worried that he'd think you were trying to buy his affection while all you really wanted was just a way to be closer to him without intruding. He thanks you by buying a new set of clothes for you, a short, yet sweet note of him thanking you for thinking of him.
He doesn't seek you out still, not until he hears you've come down with a terrible illness that the physicians can't quite place. Thankfully it doesn't seem to be fatal, just incapacitating. By now the staff have begun to warm up around you, quietly speaking amongst themselves about how much you miss being able to see Sylus . You've admitted that you know Sylus doesn't see you as his spouse but you think of him as your dear husband, even if your relationship is slightly more than that of acquaintances.
He comes to visit you, sitting by your bed and just. Talking. He doesn't address the fact that you're sick - you've heard it too many times at this point - and just tells you about his day. Asks you about yours, what you want to do next week and if you'd be wanting to spend some time with him. The way your eyes light up makes him regret not reaching out to you sooner but he has a feeling he's got more than enough time to make it up to you.
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eevylynn ยท 3 days ago
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Phantom Pack
Sterek || Omegaverse|| G || 1222 wc
Stiles is the town weirdo who can see ghosts (no one believes him), Derek is the new-in-town hottie who's too intrigued by him to let town gossip stop him from knowing him better.
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Small towns suck.
Everyone knows everyone, and everyone is in everyone else's business. It doesnโ€™t help that as the sheriffโ€™s son, everyone knows who Stiles is.
Unfortunately, heโ€™s considered a little odd thanks to being a taller than average omega. Usually omega men are short, but here Stiles is, being taller than many beta men. The fact that he constantly talked about seeing ghosts didnโ€™t help. Of course, no one believed him.
Stiles walked down Main Street to the coffee shop that was across from the gazebo downtown, so he could take advantage of the free wifi for school. As he walked, he tried not to make eye contact with the various regular specters that haunted Beacon Hillsโ€™ downtown or make it obvious that he could see them. It wasnโ€™t easy, especially since some of the ghosts had started recognizing him, knew he could see them, and nodded as if they were just friendly neighbors.
There was old Mr. Wilson hovering by the flowerbed in the park across the street, muttering about how itโ€™s not being taken care of by the current landscaper. A Victorian couple were casually promenading past him, complaining about the latest fashions, nodding at Stiles as they caught his eye. Walking down the library stairs was Leslie Harper, dressed to the nines in her 1950โ€™s house dress, holding a stack of spectral books.
It had astounded Stiles to find out that there was a whole world alongside their own.
Heโ€™d first seen ghosts when he was little, but his mom could see them, too, so he didnโ€™t think much of it then. When she got sick, and they figured out it was terminal, Stiles took solace in the fact that he would still get to see his mom even after her death.
Unfortunately, that didnโ€™t happen.
Stiles still had yet to figure out why some came back as ghosts why others did not.
If Stiles thought he was othered before when he was just the odd kid that saw ghosts, it was nothing compared to when he presented.
He was always on the taller end of average in comparison to his peers, taller than some alphas even, so he figured heโ€™d present as a beta at the very least.
Nope.
The universe obviously hated him.
So, now Stiles was known as the abnormally tall omega who talked to the voices in his head.
The little old omegas in town loved to remind him that this wasnโ€™t exactly the best way to find a nice Alpha to take care of him. โ€œVery helpful, thank you.โ€
He entered the coffee shop, feeling the relief of being back in the land of the living, where the usual hum of human chatter, the rumble of the espresso machine, and the clinking of cups made it easier to tune out the otherworldly murmurs. Stiles set up at a small table in the corner by the window, opening his laptop to get started on his schoolwork.
Thatโ€™s when he noticed him enterโ€”Derek Hale, the newest arrival in Beacon Hills. The tall Alpha had caused quite a stir when he first arrived. His family had been integral to the founding of the town, but for some reason, they moved away when Stiles was still a kid. Now Derek was back, and everyone seemed fascinated by him.
Derek walked to the counter and placed his order, then leaned against it, waiting for his drink. Stiles tried hard not to stare and instead focused on his screen, but it was difficult when Derek was everything Stiles could ever want in an Alpha: tall, muscular, absolutely droolworthy. Broad shoulders that filled out his dark shirt, arms thick with muscle that strained against the fabric, and the kind of jawline you could probably cut glass with.
โ€œDouble tall, cinnamon roll latte, and a grande black coffee, two sugars!โ€ the bored-looking barista called out.
Derek grabbed both drinks and made his way through the tables until he sat downโ€”across from Stiles. He slid the grande paper cup toward him.
Blinking, Stiles glanced around to see that everyone in the cafรฉ was staring. Why would such a gorgeous specimen of an Alpha man be sitting with the town weirdo?
[continue on ao3]
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artsycooky13 ยท 2 months ago
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top 3 fave bbys in the burrito show (bonus SUPER LONG tags on how i feel bout the characters)
#my art#boruto naruto next generations#sarada uchiha#shikadai nara#inojin yamanaka#in no particular order except sarada is my fav- i think she shouldve been main focus- girl brings all of og team 7 together at all times#just her family history alone is very interesting and i WISH we had seen a convo with sausage boi about her uncle and just everything#but shes a pretty solid character on her own- VERY good mix of both parents yet still being her own self#shikadai is funny i really like seeing him- hes a sight for sore eyes- bro got EVERYTHING from his dad minus his eyes and maybe hair#his dynamic with boruto being besties is really fun to watch- sarada too- with both shika and sara being geniuses and all#i love inojin's simplicity and how ordinary he is.... its... realistic?#hes artistically talented yes with his ninja art stuff but everything else hes kinda... mundane? at times even bad?#Considering every other prev gen child's got all these cool stuff goin on- i like that hes just... kinda normal... i like that about him#boruto i actually do like as well- he'd make a GREAT support character- i love how big bro he is and how he wants to stand up for others#hes a lot like naruto in that way- and might be a hot topic to say this but i also like how - in his very first arc- boruto hates the hokag#not his dad but internalized that the job took his dad away from him- regardless on criticism i think that concept is really neat#i am not well versed in what the story is now for boruto- ive just kinda picked my snacks on what i wanna watch lmao#but i do wish there was more showings of slice of life for all the kids- cuz they are all really interesting- especially for prev gen's kid#>>wished they did timetravel arc with sarada so we coulda seen young sasuke & sakura interact with boruto and sarada T_T#one last note: borusara is very interesting- but i actually prefer them just being friends- at most friends with crushes on eachother#i do think its cute but i like the dynamic of it being unrequited idk its new for me i just prefer them as friends with crushes lmao#prob cuz they work as characters independently Im not really interested in ANY of the new gen hookin up- borusara is the most interesting#i mean it IS the ONLY one being pushed canonically but i like it- that boruto looks out for sarada and sarada worries for boruto#but ya i wish boruto was like mitsuki in being a side character - i think a LOT more people will find him less annoying that way#though- i REALLY want more sarada and sasuke dynamics being shown- actually the uchiha fam a TON more than what we got#they are just SUPER interesting to me lmao#im a sucker for the emo boy turns soft and has family and bonds with their kids- its one of my favourite things in media#i feel like scraping the ocean floor when im trying to find quality sasuke and sarada art pieces and story stuff#cuz ive exhausted all the content in these past what 2-3 years of knowing both boruto- and now more recently - naruto#(yes im one of those people who knew boruto before naruto- smite me)
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fullscoreshenanigans ยท 2 years ago
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Oh how I very much love how the anime decided to alter that second line and have it end on a shot of Ray.
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(read: I am in agony)
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lafaiette ยท 3 days ago
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Your Lavellan breaks through the fog of Solasโ€™s expectations and suppositions of behavior, limits, and nature that he has held and observed as a millennia-old being. Lavellan is a mortal, a fragile, flawed mortal with death looming and immense social and political and military power and yet she does not allow it to corrupt her. She holds steadfast to duty, to what is right, what is ethical. She is open minded in defiance to everything the world has taught her of spirits being scary and unknown.
@yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy THIS, EXACTLY. This is who Lavellan was for Solas in Inquisition. Not all Lavellans are the same, of course - some are ruder, harsher, more cynical than others, but all of them must have an open mind about spirits, want to save people, and not be tyrants to start a romance with Solas. I don't remember if an Inquisitor can ever say they enjoy having been thrust into this whole mess, like "Hey, interrupting Corypheus' ritual was worth it, look how powerful I am now! >:D "
I believe most Lavellan would feel very disconcerted at the sudden position they are in, even if they were not happy in their clan. They can grow to love the Inquisition and their new leadership role, but it's not something they asked for, that they fought for - it happened because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And this is the first difference with Mythal. Morrigan says that Mythal loved ruling, that she asked Elgar'nan to share power, but wanted to do so in a kind way, like a mother guiding her people. However, she was also prickly, because she hated being wrong, being corrected, wanted to be respected as a god, but not in a servile way, wanted to right wrongs, but only if they were just and interested her according to her ideas. Like all spirits, Morrigan says, her emotions were incredibly strong and volatile.
How, then, can Lavellan remind Solas of her? To continue her romance with him, Lavellan must actually face and accept the idea that the Dalish remember many things wrong. One of the first things she can say to him in Haven is "I am sorry - if the Dalish did you a disservice, I will repair that. How can we do better?" - and in being humble, Lavellan makes Solas humble. He falters, accepts her apology and apologies in return, and admits he was wrong, because the Dalish could never recover what is lost. By showing him humility, Lavellan allows him - a spirit made flesh - to reflect that humbleness and embody it. Mythal never did this, she actually turned his very nature, his wisdom, into pride.
When Solas tells Lavellan about the vallaslin, there are several possible reactions. She can be sad and ashamed ("We try to preserve our culture, and this is what we keep?"), angry because she is hurt, react in shock - but she always accepts the truth. She doesn't get angry at Solas because he corrected her ("They honor the elven gods." "No. They are slave markings."), which is what Mythal would have done; she can get angry because of shame, yes, but at the end she knows what he's saying it's true and she accepts the truth, the wisdom, he gives her. And she can choose what to do with it: renounce the vallaslin's terrible history or embrace the new meaning the Dalish gave them.
Lavellan can make decisions that are wrong, according to Solas, like not exile the Wardens or not use Gaspard as a puppet for Briala and her elves. But they talk about it, they can have a par-on-par discussion about it, something it's clear he never could do with Mythal. In all the regret cutscenes we see, he always accepts to do what she asks of him, never once arguing with her. Yes, he starts his rebellion also against her, because she betrayed him and his ideals of freedom, but it's clear he still feels reverence for her and even asks to meet her in secret to warn her about the Blight they created.
Mythal liked ruling and didn't give up power, even when the Evanuris started going too far. Lavellan gives up her power, in one way or another: she can either completely disband the Inquisition or give it to the Chantry. She doesn't keep the power for herself or start a coup to undermine Ferelden and Orlais' demands. She has lost her arm, discovered world-shattering information, and is surrounded by bloodhounds: so she gives up her position and influence, something not even Mythal, in all her "wisdom and kindness", ever did. Something no ruler, Solas once warned her, would logically do. But she does!
Never, not even once, I considered Lavellan to be a foil to Mythal while playing Inquisition. In that game, Mythal is actually described as a foil to Andraste, to Flemeth, to all the women of Thedas betrayed and cast aside. Flemeth announces there will be a reckoning, and Mythal allows Solas to take her power from her without question, because she wants to be avenged. She has been crawling through the ages for this very purpose.
But in Veilguard, the last regret mural shows her suddenly changing her mind and questioning him, with Solas making just the vaguest comment about the elves deserving to get their immortality back, the faintest of threads tying it back to Trespasser. Why then allow him to take her power, if that's not what she wanted to do anymore?
And how can the fragment of Mythal from the Crossroads, that very fragment Morrigan warns being still tied to vengeance and rage, be the one who manages to change his mind? Why should that part of Mythal, still hungry for retribution, tell him to stop and free him from his service?
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So basically one of Solas' murals
is the Crestwood scene, but with reversed roles. Solas is the rejected one, Mythal is the one who walks away, leaving him alone in what I presume was a glade at night, judging from the environmental sounds and hushed tones we can hear.
And, to be honest, I don't know how I feel about it - it feels like it cheapens the Crestwood scene, repeating an abusive pattern, stripping away the romance and softness of that scene. It's, once again, something Solas already went through with Mythal, not something he shares with Lavellan only. It's Weekes saying yet again that Solas saw Mythal in Lavellan, and that's why he fell in love with her. Not because she was Lavellan, but because she reminded him of Mythal and gave him hope that all elves could return to that "level" of wisdom.
What we learn in this game also ruins the kiss scene on the balcony, where Solas say "You have showed wisdom I have not seen since... since my deepest journeys into the ancient memories of the Fade."
Most of us believed he meant "Wisdom I have not seen since my ancient days in Elvhenan", but it's basically confirmed at this point that he meant "Wisdom I have not seen since Mythal".
A month ago, someone here mentioned how Weekes had said there was a specific reason why Solas had falled for Lavellan. I never found the interview where they said so, but I saw many believed it had something to do with reincarnation, lost soulmates finding each other again etc., but once again, it's clear what Weekes meant, and it's bad, cheap writing.
They could have written a god finally learning the error of his ways thanks to his love for a mortal - a love completely different from that of who was basically an abuser, a parent-like figure forcing him to take form and serve -, but instead they went for the easy route: a god still loving another god, feeling love for a mortal who reminds him of her, and changing his mind only because his god finally gives him permission to be free.
The mortal who supposedly "changes everything" serves no purpose - she actually tells him "There is no fate but the love we share" after he's been "freed" from his service, which in this context, in this situation, sounds more like a punishment, another yoke, some sort of "I finally got you, you can't run from me anymore".
I don't know what happened to Weekes' writing - either they were forced to make these decisions due to various constraints, or they completely changed their style/ideas during development, because this is not the Solas, this is not the Solavellan romance, we got in DA:I.
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Arlecchino loves as her children equally. Read: Freminet is her favorite
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Omg could we see reader getting jealous of Sukuna having sec with his other concubines? And maybe liek the other concubine rubs it in readers face?
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โ€๐‘๐‘’ ๐“๐€๐†๐’. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (no comfort), suggestive \\ smut aspects. size difference. one tiny mention of reader being a crybaby. reader gets called โ€˜little one, bratโ€™ \\ kunaโ€™s an asshole! not proofread, excuse the grammar. no part 2. wc: 3.3k
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youโ€™ve been away from the estate for three days; three days too long for the king of curses. so much had happened while you were away to take some well deserved restโ€”a small vacation that sukuna had granted you because you needed it.
perhaps that was his first mistake. giving you permission to leave his side ended up being a bad decision. he hates that faint feeling in his chest, the feeling of missing something.
missing someone.
it couldnโ€™t be. sukuna doesnโ€™t have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of youโ€” that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.
he couldnโ€™t let himself succumb to itโ€”heโ€™s not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that heโ€™s had for decennia. heโ€™s not going to let you have that power over him and his body.
and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.
they donโ€™t waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.
โ€œyou know, you shouldnโ€™t have returned at all,โ€ the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, โ€œi meanโ€”hehโ€”lord sukuna definitely didnโ€™t seem to mind your absence.โ€
you figure itโ€™s just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.
yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what sheโ€™s about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.
the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called โ€˜favoriteโ€™.
โ€œmhm,โ€ yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, โ€œlord sukuna definitely didnโ€™t seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.โ€
you freeze.
your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you donโ€™t know if you should believe themโ€”they couldโ€™ve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.
guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that theyโ€™re probably telling the truth. theyโ€™re only telling the truth to agitate you. itโ€™s so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.
โ€œwhat?โ€
you donโ€™t recall when youโ€™ve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldnโ€™t even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.
so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?
but of course heโ€™ll get pleasure from his other women when you arenโ€™t around. he doesnโ€™t feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.
you really shouldnโ€™t be surprised by this revelation.
โ€œwhat do you mean โ€˜what?โ€™ - you heard me,โ€ yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face. sheโ€™s clearly enjoying your reaction to everything sheโ€™s revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.
the delusional thought that youโ€™re special to the king of cursesโ€”the delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until heโ€™s tired of you.
โ€œmy lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,โ€ yumi continues without an ounce of shame. she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it was a dream come true.
though for you, itโ€™s a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. thereโ€™s a painful twist at your heartโ€”reminding you of the truth.
the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasnโ€™t really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.
you shouldโ€™ve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukunaโ€™s special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.
โ€œdo you want me to explain it in detail?โ€ yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare. both of the concubines are loving that face youโ€™re making. that face of defeat that youโ€™re attempting to hide from them, โ€œhow he held me and pleasured me until iโ€”โ€
โ€œenough,โ€ you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists. you donโ€™t want to hear another word. youโ€™re already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.
you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that youโ€™d feel even dumber. you truly do not know why youโ€™re getting this worked up about it.
maybe itโ€™s because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.
a secret, unspoken deal where youโ€™re promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.
although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. youโ€™re once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.
he told you clearly that heโ€™d never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.
โ€œout of the way.โ€
you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. youโ€™re going to confront the man yourself. or at least, youโ€™ll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukunaโ€™s chambers.
the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lordโ€™s special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.
you enter sukunaโ€™s room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.
no tears, you promise yourself. youโ€™re not going to waste them on something like this.
โ€œoh, itโ€™s you, little one,โ€ the familiar voice calls out. sukunaโ€™s low and husky voice rings from his bed. heโ€™s laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesnโ€™t care about your reappearance at all.
he eyes you up and down, โ€œhow was your vacation, hm?โ€
sukuna asks like itโ€™s the most normal thing to do. it seems like heโ€™s trying to catch up with you, to ask you how youโ€™ve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldnโ€™t care less at the same time.
โ€œjust absolutely fine, my lord,โ€ you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm. thereโ€™s also a bitterness to your tone that doesnโ€™t go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frownsโ€”this cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didnโ€™t.
on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that youโ€™re so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.
one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. youโ€™re physically in front of him, which means that heโ€™s also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.
he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.
thatโ€™s exactly what youโ€™re upset about.
thereโ€™s an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.
thereโ€™s a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. youโ€™ve always had this effect on him and itโ€™s becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that youโ€™re nothing to him. you mean nothingโ€”nothing at all.
heโ€™s the king of curses, youโ€™re but a human. heโ€™ll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. heโ€™s got all the power in this situation. not you.
you cannot rule over him or his mind.
โ€œyou dare come back with an attitude? tch,โ€ sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material. heโ€™s turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesnโ€™t belong there anyway. he wonโ€™t care if you cryโ€”he wonโ€™t care at all.
you notice the sudden change in sukunaโ€™s tone as well. youโ€™re sure youโ€™re the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.
โ€œmy apologies,โ€ you murmur with a sigh. you try to avoid getting on sukunaโ€™s nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.
your eyes have a fiery look in them. you donโ€™t want to get worked up. you donโ€™t have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.
youโ€™re to blame for feeling like this. it couldโ€™ve been prevented if you just werenโ€™t so weak. if you just stayed away from him.
โ€œdid you have fun while i was away, my lord?โ€ you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation. youโ€™re sure sukuna knows what youโ€™re referring to by now, especially because of the way youโ€™re acting out of character.
the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru. he tries to figure out what youโ€™re hinting at, โ€œwhat are youโ€”โ€
and thatโ€™s when everything fell into place. the dots connect.
sukunaโ€™s jaw clenches. he realises that youโ€™ve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.
normally, heโ€™d say that itโ€™s none of your business. what he does is up to himโ€”he does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps youโ€™d cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.
either way, he promises himself that he wonโ€™t care.
sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.
heโ€™s a man of many needs. you shouldโ€™ve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with himโ€”to hold you down and refuse to let you leaveโ€”but that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.
when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.
keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, thereโ€™s one thing heโ€™s sure of, as much as he doesnโ€™t want to admit it: he missed you.
sukuna canโ€™t believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he canโ€™t accept that fact. thatโ€™s why his irrational mind took overโ€”his dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.
he thought heโ€™d forget all about you if heโ€™s surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.
every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.
nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. heโ€™d keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.
it doesnโ€™t hit the same.
youโ€™re just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.
sukunaโ€™s red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, heโ€™ll admit his weakness. heโ€™ll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. thatโ€™s no good.
if he doesnโ€™t tell you the truth, heโ€™ll save face. heโ€™ll feel like himself again. his old selfโ€”the cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.
itโ€™s an active dilemma thatโ€™s running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess whatโ€™s going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.
sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.
โ€œyeah, i did. i had lots of fun.โ€
the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you shouldโ€™ve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimonoโ€”feeling a sense of anger and betrayal.
you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukunaโ€™s lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.
youโ€™re naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.
โ€˜know your place,โ€™
thatโ€™s what it means. youโ€™re foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after youโ€™ve been made out to be a total fool. you shouldโ€™ve listened to those warnings, you shouldโ€™ve known that you were getting played.
this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think youโ€™re special and that he wonโ€™t need any other woman other than you โ€” just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.
โ€œtsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,โ€ sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.
โ€œyโ€™ werenโ€™t around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,โ€ he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, โ€œwhat do yโ€™ think i keep them โ€˜round for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.โ€
another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you donโ€™t know if itโ€™s in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check youโ€™d just gotten.
itโ€™s a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that thereโ€™s not an ounce of love or appreciation in that manโ€™s body.
โ€œiโ€™m glad you had fun, my lord,โ€ you answer after a bit of silence. you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you donโ€™t even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.
sukuna isnโ€™t dumb. you may think that youโ€™re good at hiding your emotions, but youโ€™re not. at least not around the king of curses. heโ€™s spent enough time around you to realise that youโ€™re going through a lot right now.
heโ€™s the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.
โ€œgood night then,โ€ you add and turn around to walk out of sukunaโ€™s room. your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time youโ€™d leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sortโ€”a cruel joke.
you want to feel like his favorite again. you donโ€™t want to be thrown away like this. you donโ€™t want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.
unfortunately, you donโ€™t hear sukunaโ€™s voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle. โ€œfuck,โ€ you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.
you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when youโ€™re in your roomโ€”not in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you donโ€™t want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.
you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only youโ€™re allowed to seeโ€” all of that is thrown into the trash.
you really shouldnโ€™t have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.
meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldnโ€™t he just tell you the truth?
his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldnโ€™t feel any real sympathy for your situation.
sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isnโ€™t letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.
he sighs. heโ€™s sure that heโ€™s going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he didโ€”it meant that heโ€™d be his usual selfโ€”with no weaknesses to look out for.
sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as heโ€™s proud of himself for not giving in to you, he canโ€™t help but let his thoughts wander again. youโ€™re probably crying in your room. he knows youโ€™re sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and heโ€™d hold you (feigning reluctance) until youโ€™ve calmed down.
he canโ€™t do that now.
well, he can, but he wonโ€™t. sukuna has made his decision today: itโ€™s power and status over you. thatโ€™s what itโ€™s always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.
perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.
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A Smile From Hell
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[Homelander x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Despite the amount of unpredictability The Homelander has, he still catches you off guard with something as small as a smile.
WC: 3576
Category: Angst, Supe!Reader {TW โ€” Homelander for obvi reasons}
In honor of Season 4โ€™s weekly releases, this one is for the Antony Starr girlies (and you @summerrivera777777)
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John fucking terrified you.
He terrified everyone, really.
He had the power to level an entire city block with a glance. He was strong enough to crush a man's skull with one hand and fast enough to catch a bullet. He was an unstoppable force of nature. He was The Homelander, and he was a threat to anyone who stood in his way.
But, the thing was...
You knew everything about him. Everything.
And he absolutely despised that, but there was nothing he could do to change it. You had seen him at his most vulnerable and pathetic. You had seen his humanity, itโ€™s amazing he still has any after the way Vought has abused him, and you had seen his inhumanity.
Jessica, or Sister Sage, had confronted you on several occasions, trying to get you to tell her your secrets. She wanted the upper hand on her arch nemesis, the only one in the world who was a threat to her. It was her mission to end the reign of the superhero she hated most, and she was willing to do anything for it.
You could see right through her, and you didnโ€™t need magnificent amounts of intelligence to do so. You could see the fear in her eyes. You could see the doubt in her face, hear the strain in her voice, feel her uneasiness when she was near him.
John knew it, too. He just simply chose to ignore it. He had grown used to being the scariest man in the room. Itโ€™s been that way his whole life, and it seemed it was going to stay that way.
But, despite all that fear, she came to you for answers. Again.
And this time, the question was a simple one. It was so simple, yet completely understandably complicated.
How are you allowed to live?
That was a question that stumped you. It took you a long time to grasp the meaning of it, the specific answer she was looking for.
After a few clarifications, you finally understood what she meant.
She wanted to know why John allowed you to live. She wanted to know why he hadnโ€™t killed you. She wanted to understand why you were the only person alive after calling him by his name.
Not his stage name, his real name.
For being the most intelligent person on the planet, youโ€™d think that sheโ€™d be able to understand it. I mean, the answer was right there, in front of her face. She didn't need to be a genius to figure it out; all she needed was a little more insight.
A little bit of understanding.
"Respect," you said, your voice soft. Your words were clear, though, and she heard them perfectly.
The confusion on her face was evident, as was her disbelief.
"What?"
"It's respect. Anyone I respect is someone that deserves my respect."
She snorted.
"Right," she said. "Like he could actually respect anything other than himself."
"He's capable of it if that's what you're thinking," you told her. "And this isnโ€™t about him respecting me; it's about me respecting him."
She narrowed her eyes at you, her suspicion rising.
"Why would you respect him?" she questioned. "You're not blind; you know exactly who he is."
Yes, you did. You knew more than most, and compared to The Seven now, you probably knew the most. His actions? Completely unredeemable. He was, in fact, a monster; there was no arguing that. He was a horrible, twisted, monstrous individual; no one would deny it.
His actions werenโ€™t excusable, but he had an explanation. A reason for why he was the way he was.
He wasnโ€™t born a monster; he was turned into one. Thatโ€ฆ that was the respect part. You respected him because you respected his story. You respected his pain. You respected his anger.
You respected his past; anything after that was on him.
"I donโ€™t like using stage names to those I respect enough, so I call him John. He allows it because he knows I donโ€™t mean it the way others would if they used his name; it doesn't hold the same power with me."
She rolled her eyes at you.
"Same goes for you, Jessica; I have no desire to call you Sister Sage."
Her flinch was barely visible, but you still caught it. Again, what is intelligence if not knowing the chances of a particular outcome?
"Iโ€™ve noticed you donโ€™t call Deep or that fire chick by their real names."
You just smiled, leaving her to solve that answer for herself, and it didnโ€™t take long at all. You knew the exact moment she came up with a conclusion. She was quite predictable, in that regard. Maybe you shouldโ€™ve been the big-brained hero instead.
And now, you really shouldโ€™ve been because when you turned down the hall, catching wind of the elevator doors opening, you knew he had listened to it all.
But you didnโ€™t say anything, and you really didnโ€™t say anything after a simple glance at him.
He was completely drenched in blood, a look that would terrify even the toughest of men. But not you, oh no, you were very used to that. Heโ€™s done a lot worse.
Besides, you were too distracted by the fact that the blood wasn't his. Too distracted by noticing how this time was different. He was smiling, but it wasnโ€™t his usual cruel smile. This time, it was genuinely happy.
Relief, almost.
It reminded you of the night you two bonded. No, not that type of bond. The bond that told you both that you werenโ€™t alone.
He had a friend, but he wasnโ€™t really your friend. You donโ€™t believe you could ever consider him one. Not really, not with the things he has done.
But, still, you were the closest thing he had to a friend. You were the closest he had to an equal, a person he could relate to. Jessica carried the same intelligence (obviously a lot more), but the similarities between the two of them stopped there.
You had a similar history but different outcomes.
And that reveal between the two of you happened that night. This was way back, even before Starlight joined. Back when The Seven was in its prime.
Stillwell threw a party, something she always loved to do before Teddy became her focus. It was the usual: people in fancy dresses and suits, lots of champagne and liquor.
The difference, however, was the main focal point. Usually, given Voughtโ€™s status, all of The Seven members were the main event. Everyone was mandated to wear their hero outfits. It was a great way to advertise and get people to buy more of the products.
The theme this time, however, wasnโ€™t about the group. It wasnโ€™t about any of you. For the first time in a long while, John wasnโ€™t in the spotlight.
Due to this, Stillwell banned everyone from wearing their costumes. No capes, no spandex, no leather, no masks. Just suits and dresses.
It was nice, actually. A little break from the norm. It felt good to go a night without the tight leather on your skin. You were actually surprised at how well it was received.
The rest of the members of the group seemed to be having a wonderful time as well.
Except for one.
He was standing in the corner, glaring at everyone. Madelyn had an entire argument with him about the suit. You werenโ€™t there, but you knew exactly how it went.
His costume was a part of him. It was a symbol. It was a mask. A representation. An embodiment of who he was. Without it, he was a naked target.
Madelyn clearly did not give a single shit. In the end, the argument resulted in the two of them getting into a screaming match, causing him to storm off in a fit of rage.
So, there he was, standing alone, seething at anyone who passed him. Madelyn won; of course, she did, and she didn't even bother trying to apologize. She wasn't sorry.
She was just mad that he refused to listen in the first place.
But, hey, that wasnโ€™t your problem. You were enjoying yourself. The night was going pretty well; the alcohol was flowing nicely, and the music was just right. You were dancing and laughing and having a great time.
But, of course, things weren't always easy for you.
You werenโ€™t expecting it to last long; you werenโ€™t one to have good luck. You knew, deep down, that the night was going to come crashing down on you. You were just waiting for the ball to drop.
The ball dropped the moment you decided to go cheer up the sourpuss.
It was obvious the way his shoulders tensed, and his head tilted ever so slightly. He knew you were approaching. He was aware.
"Don't," he said.
He was clearly angry, and you werenโ€™t smart enough not to push. This is where Jessicaโ€™s powers would have benefited you greatly.
You ignored his warning, walking up beside him, mocking his stance.
"You okay?" you asked, your tone soft and light, a hint of playfulness.
His eyes flicked over to you, and the glare he gave was terrifying. His eyes were so intense, and his teeth were clenched. You could see his jaw tensing.
He was a volcano, ready to erupt.
You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
"I'm fine." Humorously enough, it sounded like the opposite.
"Really?"
He turned his head to look at you, his anger increasing by the second.
"Donโ€™t you have anything better to do?"
You shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm choosing to talk to you."
He looked away from you, grumbling, "And why's that?"
"Because youโ€™re ruining the party," you answered. "Miserable face and all."
He rolled his eyes. He actually does this a lot, believe it or not. It's the only expression he has besides anger that isnโ€™t fake.
"And why do you care?"
You shrugged again. "I care about enjoying myself, and I can't do that when you're moping."
He turned his head towards you. He was not amused.
"Go find someone else to entertain yourself with.โ€ He pointed behind him. "Iโ€™m sure Deep will be glad to show off his fish facts."
That one caused you to make the same face he had moments ago. The absolute look of disgust on your face was enough to bring a smug grin to his own.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Don't make me throw up, John."
The name.
It was a simple slip-up, nothing more. But, of course, it meant so much more. This was before everything, so it doesnโ€™t seem likely that a slip-up like that wouldnโ€™t result in consequences, but it secretly was a turning point.
He could've killed you.
He could've easily grabbed you and thrown you across the room, and no one would be able to comprehend what had happened until after you were unrecognizable.
He didn't, though.
No, instead, he stared at you, his face blank, and his mind processing. You were nervous, of course. You had no idea what was going on in his head.
After a minute, a look of realization came upon him, and you could see the exact moment the gears started turning.
Then, a simple hum fell from his lips. One said he wasnโ€™t expecting it but was deciding whether to accept it.
Then, after a few seconds, his face relaxed. His jaw was unclenched, his eyes softened, and his eyebrows relaxed.
"Letโ€™s have a chat."
Uh oh. Thatโ€™s a code redโ€”a sign of danger.
You were so done.
And yet, for some odd reason, you followed him. You donโ€™t know why. It was a stupid move, in your opinion. You should've run while you had the chance. You shouldโ€™ve listened and just punched fishlips or something.
You didnโ€™t, though.
You followed him, allowed him to fly you somewhere private, and just waited. You waited for your imminent doom. You were going to die; you were sure of it.
But, for some reason, your death never came.
Instead, the two of you landed on the towerโ€™s roof, the cold New York air hitting you hard. He had set you down on your feet and went all the way to the railing.
You stood awkwardly, waiting for him to turn around with those beams in his eyes, but they never came.
He was just looking out into the city, his back turned to you, his hands on the railing.
After a few minutes of silence, he turned his head, looking at you through the corner of his eye.
"Aren't you going to ask?"
Ask what? What was there to ask?
There were plenty of things to ask, actually, and yet you had no idea what the right thing to ask was. Because, again, even here, he was unpredictable and unreadable.
You didn't want to anger him; you knew that for sure. But you were also tired of his mind games. It was a constant battle of wit, and you were sick and tired of being left in the dust.
So, you chose something simple to say. Something easy, yet not so simple to answer.
"Are you going to kill me?"
You wouldnโ€™t be surprised if he turned around with a smile and answered yes.
He didnโ€™t, though. Oh no, he stayed turned, staring into the city, his eyes searching. Searching for what you didn't know.
"No."
Simple and clear.
You didn't respond, and he didn't elaborate. It was silent, and it was cold, and it was a tense moment.
But you didn't leave. You just watched him, watched his movements. The way his shoulders hunched over, his head tilting down, the grips on the railing, the way his hair slowly became unstuck due to the wind.
You always thought his hair looked better when it wasn't slicked back, but this is the first time you've ever seen it that way. It wasโ€ฆ it was nice.
Then, his shoulders relaxed, and his head straightened. He didnโ€™t turn around, and he didnโ€™t speak. He just looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes piercing yours.
Even with a few strands of hair on his face, his eyes were so sharp and clear. So blue. So cold.
It felt like they were reaching deep into your soul.
It was terrifying. He was terrifying.
"Do you remember your parents?"
The question took you by surprise. It wasnโ€™t what you were expecting, but then again, this whole encounter was the definition of unexpected.
"Yes. Why?"
His eyes scanned yours as if looking for a lie. Then, he turned back around, leaning on the railing.
"I can't remember mine," he said. "Sometimes I wonder if I even had them."
Oh. Oh. This was huge. This was a big one. You had to search deeply even to find out his actual name. Now, here he was, telling you of his past.
Of all people, he chose to tell you.
You didnโ€™t know how to feel about that.
You were honored, yes. You were excited, definitely. But, most importantly, you were worried. Is this him letting you in? Or is it him preparing you for your demise?
It was an unknown territory, a field of landmines. You knew a lot about his past already, but now he was aware of the fact that you knew. He knows, and yet he is still giving you the information.
Why?
"I mean, it doesn't make sense. Everyone has parents, right? And I couldn't have been born out of nowhere. So, I must have had parents. A mom, a dad, some form of guardians."
His face was scrunched, and his eyebrows were furrowed. You could see the way his brain was working. He was really thinking about it, wondering how the pieces fit together.
He was struggling to make a connection, and he was mad at himself for not having it.
"I'm assuming your childhood wasn't the best," you said. You knew it was a risky move, joking about his past, but so far, he seemed to like the boldness and humor.
And he did, in fact, let out a snort.
"Understatement of the year."
You smiled but quickly stopped. It was a serious conversation, and smiling probably wasnโ€™t the appropriate reaction.
Silence filled the space again, and he was back to thinking. He was trying; he was really trying. But he just couldn't.
It wasn't the fact that his parents were a mystery; he's come to terms with that. It was the fact that he couldnโ€™t remember anything.
All he remembered was the torture, the pain, the experimentsโ€ฆ nothing about how he got there. Nothing about the people before the scientists. Nothing about a home. And the fact that they were currently building a fake one for him made him so angry.
It was a mockeryโ€”a complete joke.
He felt all of these emotions and yet couldn't express them.
And he was frustrated. He was pissed off and tired and angry and sad and empty and-
"Did you rip off your tie?" Your eyes had caught sight of his bare neck, the black fabric missing.
It was the only way to pull him out of his head, and, to your surprise, it worked. You could see the moment he snapped back to reality, the moment he was pulled away from his mind.
"Yeah," he answered. "It was suffocating me."
You could tell.
His hair became more unkempt due to the wind. The strands of hair on his forehead were getting in the way, and it was getting annoying. Not for you, no, but for him.
For you, it wasโ€ฆ humanizing. It made him seem a little less like a god.
He lifted his hand, his fingers gently combing through the locks. It was a struggle, a normal struggle that you've had with your own hair.
Plenty struggle with deviating the locks away from their desired location. You've had your own fair share of moments.
But this was the first time you'd seen him experience it. The first time witnessing him do something so simple and basic.
Such a human thing. It had you wondering what else he was capable of.
He sighed, his hand dropping back to the railing. Again, it is a normal thing to happen. But, it had you smiling, the corners of your mouth curving ever so slightly.
The action did not go unnoticed.
"What?" he asked, not even bothering to turn around.
You shrugged. "I've just neverโ€ฆ"
Your mind kept changing images. His hair, his eyes, his shoulders, his jaw, his nose, his ears, his neck, his hand, his lips, his chin, his cheekbones, his eyebrows, his skinโ€ฆ
Everything is listed in your mind, including the little imperfections and details that make him, well, him. This was the first time you saw him anything other than perfect.
The perfect monster he was, the god of all men. The man of the century, the one to take the world by storm. The strongest, the smartest, the best.
The symbol, the image, the mask.
The facade.
This was the first time you saw him as just a person. A human being. Just a regular guy.
"Sometimes I wonder how different life would be if you wereโ€ฆ"
Normal.
The word was at the tip of your tongue. You could've said it; you should've said it. It was the truth. It was obvious.
But you couldn't.
He knew where your sentence was going, though. Of course, he did.
"If I wasโ€ฆ what?" He still wanted to hear it. He was looking for validation, and he wanted it from you. His eyes were on you, his body turned, but there was this one odd thing.
A smile.
It wasn't his usual one. The one you were used to. The one that made everyone scared and uneasy. No, this was a real smile.
A soft, small one, but still a real smile.
A true smile. As if he knew the words you were going to say, as if he knew your thoughts, and he found them amusing.
You found him amusing.
And just because of that, you didnโ€™t give him the validation.
"Itโ€™s fucking freezing out here," You coughed in hopes of successfully changing the subject. "Iโ€™m gonna get a jacket."
He was going to argue, but you were already walking off, telling him youโ€™d take the emergency ladder down.
Nothing was spoken about that night. No words were exchanged.
But something had changed. Something had shifted. You werenโ€™t quite sure what it was, but it was something.
So, seeing that genuine smile again in that elevator was a shock.
He had the same face as he did on that roof. It was that smile. That one specific smile.
Capable.
That's what it was.
He was capable.
He was capable of feeling and being human. He was capable of being something other than a monster.
He was capable.
All he said to you when you walked by was a simple goodnight. Something so small, yet so big. This time, those words seemed to have a little more meaning.
So, just to raise his unsettling mood, you winked and said, "Goodnight, John."
Again, a smile.
The smile.
It was hard to continue walking, and it was even harder not to turn around. But you did.
You did it knowing you were going to have a hard time sleeping. Knowing that, no matter what, you werenโ€™t going to forget that smile.
The demon that still had a little bit of humanity in him.
A demon that was capable.
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the other five [ five hargreeves x reader ]
request: Hello! This is my first time desperately requesting a fic because the new season is SO bad ๐Ÿ˜ญ Can you write a fic where the reader finds out about everything that happened between Five & Lila and then she gets taken away by one of the Fives at the deli and promising her that heโ€™ll treat her better than OG Five (You can also add a part where OG Five finds out about this and lives to regret it)
a/n: AU where everything in that trash season was the same, except when five made the first jump in s1 he made it in his 32 yr old body bc i will not have y/n pull a zach justice (lmao)
even if lila did ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ
anyways basically everyone is the same age
i like to think of the five that comforts y/n as the five that explained everything to five in the last episode because that one literally felt like the five we were supposed to get, the five that was there all the first three seasons
sorry i cant stop trashing this season you guys ๐Ÿ˜ญ iโ€™m just so disappointed
summary: after breaking up with five, you make up withโ€ฆ well, five
part two
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โ€œLeave me alone, Five!โ€ You yelled in despair, pushing the man before you away, โ€œActually, first take me back home, you psycho! I have nothing to say to you!โ€
โ€œY/N, please, just hear me out!โ€ Five tried to reason with you, as if anything he would say could make your heart glue itself back.
You were standing in the subway station after Five had blinked himself and you away from the family- or what was left of it, watching him at loss of words. You didnโ€™t recognize the man before your eyes, as much as you tried. You didnโ€™t even have time to gather all your thoughts since there was yet another impending apocalypse on its way, so your mind was completely all over the place.
Five Hargreeves was not the same Five Hargreeves you fell in love with all those years ago. He was not the same man who had stolen your heart and made you feel like you were the most precious person in the world. He wasnโ€™t your partner anymore, he wasnโ€™t your lover. Your boyfriend wasnโ€™t there. You looked at this person and there was a stranger, acting as if he was the same who had hugged you, held your hand, kissed you all those many times. You were questioning everything about him now.
โ€œTake me back!โ€ You yelled again, ignoring his same pleas, curling your hand in a fist, โ€œIโ€™m this fucking close to making you ash!โ€
As your pure anger got the best of you, you were ready to let your powers take over for a second. Obviously you werenโ€™t actually going to hurt him, no matter how much you wanted him to feel your pain, at least physically.
You met him six years ago, during the first time you tried to stop the apocalypse. You were also one of the extraordinary kids, but luckily enough, Reginald Hargreeves didnโ€™t manage to adopt you- more so, purchase you. You only met Five not long after he managed to time travel back to his family in 2019 after spending all those decades by himself. Before you knew it, you were dragged into the Hargreeves family and your relationship soon after developed.
Your six year relationship that was so merry a few hours ago. Now it was crumbled, trashed.
What hurt was that it was six years only to you. Five managed to block himself seven years away from you, only in the presence of Lila.
โ€œThis is so fucking stupid,โ€ You scoffed, fighting back the tears in your eyes, โ€œItโ€™s fucking over! Do you want me to spell it out for you?!โ€
โ€œI want you to listen!โ€ Five didnโ€™t give up on arguing, โ€œI thought Iโ€™d never see you again!โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t want to see me again!โ€ You screamed, wailing your hands in the air, โ€œFucking save it- Itโ€™s over! I donโ€™t want to ever see you again if we survive this apocalypse! You ruined our relationship, you ruined your brotherโ€™s marriage, family! For fucking Lila!โ€
You hated him absolutely. The mere thought of his infidelity, of the nerve to act as if he still loved you, it was all despicable.
You grew to love all of your boyfriendโ€™s siblings, and also your nieces and nephews, even if you and Five were not yet married. You planned to be a part of the family officially, but still wanted to focus on your careers, you wanted to adjust yourself to your old life, back to your origins.
โ€œY/N, please!โ€ He tried to step, towards you, but you started stepping away.
Thoughtlessly, because of all your anger, you just walked towards the first train approaching you, fully intending to be away from him at whatever cost.
โ€œIf you donโ€™t want to take me back, Iโ€™ll fucking find my own way!โ€ You hopped onto the train, watching as he tried to catch up with you.
But he was too late.
In hindsight, maybe it was not the smartest idea, but you were just so devastated nothing made sense to you anymore. You spent the past six years thinking that you are set for the rest of your life, now that the world wasnโ€™t ending anymore. You reconnected with your family, you built a career for yourself and were living happily with Five, you had literally just finished settling yourself in the new house you bought together. You couldnโ€™t understand how he could do this to you.
You couldnโ€™t understand how Lila could betray your friendship either, especially Diego and their kids.
You tried to make it make sense, be reasonable- it was only a few hours to you, but they were lost in this subway system for seven years.
But then again, Five was lost in the future 45 years by himself and he didnโ€™t give up on trying to return to his family once.
Now he did, he gave up on trying to return to you.
Thatโ€™s definitely another aspect that stung.
โ€œFucking piece of shit,โ€ You mumbled, as the train approached its first station, โ€œHow do I fucking get out of here?โ€
You stumbled out of the sub, taking in your surroundings. It was yet another crumbled down station, but if you were to be at least a tiny bit fair, it was maybe a bit better kept. You looked around curiously, trying to figure out where to go from now on. Your fire-based superpowers were totally useless in this situation, so you hated to admit that you were in a bit of a pickle.
You rolled your eyes, as Five rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks, watching you with widened eyes.
โ€œYou again?โ€ You sighed angrily, โ€œTake me back or get out of my sight, Five.โ€
Five raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets curiously. He didnโ€™t say a word yet, as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He slowly stepped towards you, not taking his eyes off you once. For a split second, you stopped as well, sending that something was up.
You took in his features, trying to make sense of what was going on, realizing that he didnโ€™t have a coat on him. He was wearing the exact three piece suit an black tie, he was wearing the same silver watch on his left hand, but he didnโ€™t have his coat on.
โ€œY/N,โ€ He smiled, stopping in front of you, โ€œI never thought Iโ€™d see you again, more so here.โ€
โ€œWhat the fuck is going on?โ€ You calmly asked, over-analyzing the man before you.
His smile didnโ€™t drop. It was a genuine one, a smile you hadnโ€™t seen in a while. Things between you and Five were okay a few hours ago, but he hadnโ€™t watched you with this look since you first met. His eyes were sincere, taking in every single feature of yours, traveling all over your body.
โ€œI take it your Five danced the devilโ€™s tango with Lila,โ€ He sighed deeply, raising a hand to gently brush away your tears.
When did you even start crying?
Your mind was scrambled all over the place, but at that exact moment you couldnโ€™t say another word. You just melted into his touch, feeling warmth. It really hadnโ€™t been that long since Five touched you, but this touch felt different. His hand rested on your cheek, as his thumb caressed you lightly. His touch was so intoxicatingly sweet, sending shivers down your spine.
โ€œIโ€™m so sorry Iโ€™m a literal shitface in some other timelines,โ€ He lightly shook his head, โ€œIโ€™m so sorry.โ€
โ€œWhat is going on?โ€ You asked once again, calmer this time.
For whatever reason, you relaxed in an instant. You couldnโ€™t tell if it was because of his gentle touch or simply his presence. Ironic, since just ten minutes ago you were ready to set him on fire.
โ€œCome with me, my love,โ€ Five said, grabbing your hand in his, โ€œIโ€™ll explain everything.โ€
You didnโ€™t fight his touch, locking your fingers with his. None of you said a word, as you watched you hands fit so perfectly in one another. How could your relationship be over when you were so good together?
You followed Five through the subway station, rounding the same corner he appeared from. You watched as he turned his head to give you a reassuring smile, lightly squeezing your hand in comfort.
After a few more steps and going down a couple of stairs, you widened your eyes seeing a literal deli tucked away in this godforsaken out of order subway system. The headlights above the front entrance were lit up, writing Maxโ€™s Delicatessen. You saw inside a huddle of people as you entered, gathering everyoneโ€™s attention.
When they all turned to look at you, you literally couldnโ€™t tell whether you or the huddle of people was more shocked.
They were all Fives.
There was music playing inside, as the deli was full of different versions of your boyfriend, whether they were customers sitting at the tables, drinking coffee or having a meal, reading the newspaper or having a chat. There were also other Fives working around, waiting tables or cooking in the back.
Nonetheless, they all stopped to look at you.
โ€œYeah, yeah, Y/N is here, carry on, you guys,โ€ The Five that was holding your hand waved the others off with his free hand, โ€œShe needs a moment, stop being creeps.โ€
โ€œI canโ€™t tell if this is a dream come true or my worst nightmare,โ€ You said, looking around the deli, as Five guided you towards an empty booth.
You sat down as the other picked up again whatever they were doing, still watching you with the corner of their eyes. Five took a seat in front of you, still holding onto your hand on top of the table, using his other hand to rub small circles on your skin.
โ€œI am not the Five that dragged you here, in case you didnโ€™t tell yet,โ€ Five managed to say, โ€œBut Iโ€™m pretty sure that you did, since I know youโ€™re smarter than he gives you credit for.โ€
โ€œHe did mention that this subway system is the knot to multiple timelines,โ€ You sighed, as Waiter Five set down two cups of steaming coffee on the table.
You watched him curiously, as he looked yet again exactly like Five, wearing just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a black tie, pantsuit pants and a server apron around the waist. He smiled at you warmly, setting down two small packs of sugar and a creamer.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, my love, we donโ€™t have any Irish Capuccinos around here, since youโ€™re the first Y/N to set foot in here,โ€ He apologetically smiled, โ€œI can only get you a shot of whiskey, if youโ€™d like.โ€
Of course they all knew your favorite coffee.
โ€œMake it a bottle,โ€ You said, cracking a smile for the first time, causing him to chuckle, before walking away to attend to your order.
โ€œI canโ€™t begin to explain how much I missed your smile, darling,โ€ The Five before you said, as you turned back to him, โ€œThe Handler got to the Y/N in my timeline,โ€ He added, as sadness took over his eyes, โ€œI missed you so much.โ€
โ€œI canโ€™t understand how youโ€™re the same Five that fell in love with Lila,โ€ You said, before quickly adding, โ€œI mean- technically, youโ€™re not, but still.โ€
โ€œEveryone around here is a different version of me, from a different timeline,โ€ He said, โ€œIโ€™m one of the many that didnโ€™t go down that road.โ€
โ€œThank you, I guess,โ€ You laughed, making him smile again.
What a sweet smile it was.
โ€œWhen I lost you, I was a total wreck,โ€ He confessed, as you couldnโ€™t help but place your other hand on top of his, โ€œI love you so much, Y/N, I could never hurt you like that no matter what. This is all such a fucked up turn of events, but when I saw you coming out of that train, my mind froze.โ€
โ€œI love you too, Five,โ€ You said, โ€œBut I need to wrap my head around what is going on- Everything is insane, I mean Iโ€™m right now in the middle of yet another apocalypse, I just found out that you love Lila and thereโ€™s just so fucking many of you.โ€
โ€œI know, my love, I know,โ€ Five nodded, โ€œI wouldnโ€™t dare to ask you accept everything so fast, I know itโ€™s a lot to take in.โ€
โ€œCan you justโ€ฆ hold me?โ€ You asked, watching as he didnโ€™t waste another second and got up to slide ne t yo you in the booth.
Wrapping one arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest, he used his other one to caress your hair. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, taking in his scent, as you felt a wave of certitude wash over you. Five held you tightly into his arms, embracing you after years of your absence. He was grateful to have you in his arms once again.
And he was not about to let go anytime soon.
โ€œIโ€™ll always hold you, my love,โ€ Five muttered, peppering small kisses in your hair.
The Five from your timeline watched from behind the window as you took comfort in his arms, but not exactly his arms.
This was only the beginning of his lifelong regret.
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ex!reader who loves the game and wants to support her team but hockey captain!rafe is on the ice. he thinks sheโ€™s there for him but when she comes in with a date? and when they get put on the kiss cam? rafe slams into the glass to scare them? hate sex????
someone who lets you break them twice - hockey!toxic!rafe x ex!reader (+18)
warnings: veryyy long and 99% smut๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ the things i do for you...
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The cold air inside the rink always made your skin tingle. Your breath curled in front of you like smoke as you moved uncomfortably on the bleachers, pulling your jacket tighter around you. This is why you hated fall. It was too cold to be outside, too early to be winter. But tonight wasnโ€™t about the weatherโ€”it was about hockey.
Hockey and, well, the fact that you hadnโ€™t missed a game sinceโ€ฆ well, since Rafe and you broke up.
โ€œEverything okay?โ€ The voice beside you pulled you back to reality.
Elijah, the guy youโ€™d been seeing for the past couple of weeks, smiled at you, oblivious to the bullshit taking over your mind, and you gave him your best smile back.
โ€œYeah, just cold,โ€ you said, trying to focus. You werenโ€™t here for Rafe, not anymore. You loved hockey. You loved watching the boys skate across the ice, their power and grace.
Or at least that was what you kept telling yourself.
Elijah wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him, and you leaned in, feeling his warmth. The game was just about to start, and the arena lights dimmed slightly, casting shadows over the rink. The roar of the crowd drowned your thoughts for a moment as the players took the ice.
And then, as if the universe was personally trying to screw with you, you sawย him.
Rafe.
Of course, he looked good.
God, why did he always have to look so fucking good? His broad shoulders filling out his number 17 jersey, that stupid confident smirk as he skated out with the rest of the team. His dark blonde hair peeked out from under his helmet He was captain this year, and it made senseโ€”heโ€™d been working his ass off sinceโ€ฆever. You couldnโ€™t think of anyone more deserving than him.ย 
He always had to be in charge, on and off the ice.
He still had that same cocky swagger that made you wanna screamโ€ฆ for entirely different reasons now.
You knew better than to be here, yet somehow you ended up courtside anyway. Probably because youโ€™d never let him run you out ofย yourย favorite game. Not even if he was captain now. This was your team, the one youโ€™d been coming to see since before Rafe even knew what a slapshot was.
You sank further into Elijahโ€™s side, forcing your eyes away from your ex. But it wasnโ€™t until you caught the dark blue of the jersey you were wearing in the corner of your eye that you realizedโ€ฆ Youโ€™d put on Rafeโ€™s jersey.ย 
Hisย number. The one youโ€™d always worn to support him when you were together. Out of all the team merch you owned, of course you had to wearย his.
โ€œYou really like hockey a lot, huh?โ€ Elijah asked, glancing down at your jersey.
โ€œYeah,โ€ You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up. โ€œIโ€™ve been following the team for a while.โ€
Lies. You loved hockey, sure. But you loved Rafe a little more. Or, you used to. Or, well, maybe that was still complicated.
The puck dropped, and the game started. For a while, you tried to focus on the action. Rafe was all over the ice, playing like the goddamn superstar he thought he was. You couldnโ€™t help but notice how his gaze kept darting up toward the stands, like he knew you were there. And maybe he did
Halfway through the second period, he slammed into an opposing player, sending him crashing into the boards. The sound echoed through the arena, and the crowd went wild, but you could feel your stomach knotting up. That had always been Rafeโ€”intense, aggressive, unable to hold back. On the ice or off.
You tried to focus on Elijah, laughing at something he was saying, but your heart wasnโ€™t in it. And then, just when you thought youโ€™d survived the worst of it, the kiss cam flashed up on the big screen. Your laughter died in your throat as you realized what was happening, your face heating up instantly. You werenโ€™t exactly embarrassed, but this was... awkward.ย 
โ€œAw, how cute,โ€ He said, grinning as he pointed to the screen.
You followed his gaze, heart dropping. They were zooming in on the two of you. You could feel the crowd around you start to cheer and whistle as Elijah leaned in closer, clearly getting ready to kiss you.
You could see him coming toward you, could see his lips getting closer, but all you could think about wasโ€”
Bang!
In the span of a second, a body slammed into the boards right in front you, the sound so loud it made you jump. The entire section gasped, and you turned your head just in time to see Rafe standing there, glaring up at you from behind the glass. His eyes were locked on you, jaw clenched.
He looked like he was ready to tear Elijah apart, or you, or both of you. His chest was heaving, eyes blazing, standing mere inches away from where you sat. He had skated right into the glass.
Your heart was practically in your throat, and it wasn't from Elijah being close. The look on Rafeโ€™s face as he stood on the other side of the glass?
That was what had your pulse racing. You could barely focus on Elijah anymore. The way he laughed, oblivious, made your stomach churn because Rafeโ€”Rafeโ€”was staring like he owned you. He always had this way of making you feel like no matter what, no matter who else was around, you were his.ย 
And you hated that you still kind of liked it.
Then, still staring at you, he mouthed the words,ย "I dare you."
Why couldnโ€™t he just leave you alone?
Those stupid words. Silently mouthed, but somehow loud enough to hit you like a punch through the glass.ย I dare you.ย God, what was wrong with him? He knew exactly how to push your buttons. And of course, it was working. He wasnโ€™t just playing hockeyโ€”he was playing withย you.
You could feel Elijah shifting next to you, still oblivious to the whole freaking drama unfolding right in front of him.
He was so sweet, too sweet, and it was almost infuriating right now because Rafe was standing there, with his stupid intense eyes, all but daring you to move on. Why did he have to look at you like thatโ€”like heย knewย you were still his.
The breakup had been brutal, the kind of messy, loud explosion where neither of you were willing to be the first to walk away. You were both too stubborn, too prideful. And now here you were, months later, still dealing with the fallout.ย 
Elijah finally leaned in, lips brushing yours, and you kissed him, but your heart wasnโ€™t in it. All you could feel was Rafeโ€™s stare burning into you. The kiss cam lingered for a few seconds, and the crowd cheered, but all you felt was... empty.
When the kiss ended, you forced a smile at Elijah, but your mind was a mess. Rafeโ€™s eyes were still on you, and you could practically feel anger radiating off him, even through the thick glass.
You glanced down, avoiding his gaze, and tugged at the hem of his old jersey, suddenly feeling like you didnโ€™t belong in it anymore. You leaned into Elijah, mostly out of spite at this point. You could practically hear Rafeโ€™s teeth grinding from across the glass. Good. If he thought he could just walk around, acting like he owned the placeโ€”and youโ€”then he deserved to stew in it a little.
But, of course, he wasnโ€™t the kind of guy to just let something like that go. You watched as he skated back into play, but his eyes kept flicking up to where you sat, like he couldnโ€™t stop checking to make sure you were still there. Still with Elijah. His shoulders were tense, movements a little too aggressive, like he was about to snap.
You tried to focus on the game again, but your mind kept drifting back to him. You hated this. You hated that he could still make you feel this way, even now, after everything.
After the fights, after the breakup, after swearing you were over him. Why was it so hard to let him go?
The third period started, and Rafe was everywhere, throwing his weight around like he had something to prove. And maybe he did. Every hit was harder, every pass sharper. It was like he was playing angry. And you couldnโ€™t help but feel a little satisfied, knowing youโ€™d gotten under his skin.
But then, with less than five minutes left in the game, things escalated. He slammed into one of the opposing players so hard that the guy went down, and the whistle blew immediately. The crowd was roaring, but Rafe didnโ€™t back off. He stood over the guy, glaring down at him like he was ready to throw a punch.
"Jesus," Elijah muttered beside you. "What the hellโ€™s his problem?"
You didnโ€™t answer. You knew exactly what his problem was.
The ref skated over, shouting something at Rafe, but his eyes werenโ€™t on the ref. They were still on you, even as the other guy on the ice slowly got back to his feet. The arena was buzzing, the crowd getting rowdy, and for a second, you thought Rafe was going to lose it right there. His fists clenched, jaw setโ€”he looked like he was ready to drop gloves and start swinging.
And then he smirked.
It was that same cocky smirk you knew so well, the one he always flashed right before doing something reckless. The ref sent him to the penalty box, and he skated off, still with that fucking look plastered on his face. Your heart was racing, your body tense. Elijah had leaned back in his seat, totally unaware about everything.
โ€œMan, that guyโ€™s intense,โ€ Elijah said, shaking his head, eyes still on the ice.
You didnโ€™t answer. Intense didnโ€™t even begin to cover it.
Rafe was sitting in the penalty box now, helmet off, running a hand through his hair like he didnโ€™t just about murder a guy on the ice. You could feel his eyes on you, even from all the way across the rink. You hated it. You hated that he could still get to you like this.
The last few minutes of the game passed in an instant. You werenโ€™t really paying attention anymore, not to the score, not to the plays. You were too busy trying not to think about Rafe, about the way he had looked at you. About the way it had made you feel.
When the final buzzer sounded, the crowd erupted in cheers. Elijah stood up, stretching, turning to you with a smile.
โ€œReady to head out?โ€ he asked.
You nodded, forcing a smile.ย โ€œYeah, letโ€™s go.โ€
As you made your way toward the exit, weaving through the crowd, you could feel the tension building in your chest. It wasnโ€™t over. It never really was with Rafe.
And you knewโ€”somehowโ€”you werenโ€™t getting out of here without seeing him again.
You reached the bottom of the stands, where a crowd had gathered near the exit. Elijah was still chatting about the game, still clueless. But you were distracted, scanning the crowd without even realizing it.
And then you saw him. Of course, you did.
Rafe was leaning against the wall, still in his gear, helmet tucked under his arm. His eyes locked on yours the second you stepped into his line of sight. He didnโ€™t even pretend to care about the people around himโ€”his gaze was dark, intense, like a predator waiting for its moment.
You hated how your heart skipped.
Elijah noticed you freeze and followed your gaze, his smile faltering when he saw Rafe standing there.
"Isnโ€™t that the captain guy?" he asked, glancing between you and Rafe, confused.
You swallowed hard, forcing your feet to keep moving. โ€œYeah. Thatโ€™s him.โ€
As you passed by, Rafe pushed off the wall, stepping right into your path. Elijah, sweet, unsuspecting Elijah, paused beside you.
"Leaving already?" Rafeโ€™s voice was low, casual, but his eyes were locked on yours, ignoring Elijah completely. "Didnโ€™t even stick around to congratulate the team?"
You clenched your jaw, fighting to keep your cool. "Itโ€™s late, Rafe. Weโ€™re heading out."
But he wasnโ€™t letting you off that easy. He took a step closer, his towering frame making Elijah shift uncomfortably. "You didnโ€™t used to leave so soon," he said, voice dripping with that familiar cockiness. "Used to be the last one out."
Because youโ€™d always let him fuck you in the locker room.
Elijah cleared his throat, trying to stand his ground. "Uh, yeah, weโ€™ve got plans after this."
Rafeโ€™s eyes flicked to him for the briefest second, before landing back on you.
"Plans, huh?"
Your pulse was hammering, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Why did he always have to do thisโ€”why couldnโ€™t he just let you go?
โ€œRafe, weโ€™re done,โ€ you said through gritted teeth, trying to hold on to the last shred of your composure. โ€œYou donโ€™t get to pull this shit anymore.โ€
He glanced at Elijah briefly, his gaze cold and dismissive, then back at you. โ€œYou sure about that?โ€ he asked, โ€œBecause it doesnโ€™t look like it.โ€
You clenched your fists, nails biting into your palms as you tried to calm yourself. You didnโ€™t need this right now. Not with Elijah here. Not after everything.
โ€œLetโ€™s go Elijah,โ€ you said, tugging at Elijahโ€™s arm, desperate to get out of there before things escalated. But Rafe wasnโ€™t having it.
He stepped in front of you again, blocking your path like he had some kind of claim on you. And God, the worst part wasโ€”you werenโ€™t sure he was wrong.
You glanced at Elijah, who was staring at the two of you like he had walked into the middle of a conversation he couldnโ€™t quite follow. โ€œLook, dude,โ€ he started, awkwardly laughing, โ€œI donโ€™t know what this is, butโ€”โ€
โ€œItโ€™s nothing,โ€ you cut him off quickly, your voice tight. โ€œLetโ€™s just go.โ€
But Rafe wasnโ€™t about to let it go.ย 
โ€œYeah,ย Elijah,โ€ย His voice dripped with sarcasm. โ€œItโ€™sย nothing.โ€ His eyes flicked to you, dark and daring, and before you could stop yourself, you met his gaze with the same fire.
Elijahโ€™s phone buzzed, and he pulled it out, frowning.
โ€œShit,โ€ he muttered, distracted. โ€œIโ€™ve gotta take this call real quick. Give me a sec?โ€ He stepped away, leaving you and Rafe standing there in the middle of the hallway, your body practically vibrating.
He was on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the locker room door.ย 
โ€œRafe, what the fuckโ€”โ€ you hissed, but he wasnโ€™t letting go.
You tried to resist, but something inside you broke downโ€”the anger, the unresolved pull between you two. And maybe it was the way he still had that stupid hold on you, the way your body responded when you shouldnโ€™t want it to.
Or maybe it was the fact that youโ€™d never fully closed the door on Rafe.
He shoved the door open, pulling you inside the dimly lit hallway that led to the locker room. The second the door closed, you spun around, shoving him in the chest hard.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re such a fucking asshole, you know that?โ€
Rafe barely flinched, his gaze smoldering as he crowded you against the wall.ย 
โ€œYeah? You didnโ€™t seem to think so when you were wearing my jersey tonight.โ€
โ€œThat was an accident.โ€
โ€œBullshit,โ€ he growled, leaning in closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body.ย โ€œYou knew exactly what you were doing. Bringing a date with you. Do you want me to kill someone?"
Your heart was pounding, and not just because Rafe had you pinned against the wall like he always fucking didโ€”ย God, why did he have to be so damn close? The scent of his cologne mixed with the sweat from the game, sending your mind spiraling. He was overwhelming, and you hated it. You hated him for still making you feel like this.
โ€œGet off me,โ€ you snapped, but it came out weaker than you intended. The way his blue eyes were boring into yours, like he could see through all your bullshit, wasnโ€™t helping.
Rafeโ€™s smirk didnโ€™t falter. If anything, it grew.
โ€œCโ€™mon, baby, donโ€™t act like this wasnโ€™t what you wanted. You show up, wearinโ€™ my number, sitting there with some random guy like I donโ€™t still own you.โ€ย 
He stepped closer, caging you in completely. You pressed your hands against his chest, but it wasnโ€™t like you were really pushing him away. And he knew it.
โ€œYou donโ€™t own shit,โ€ you spat, glaring up at him. But even as the words left your mouth, you knew you didnโ€™t believe them. The truth was, part of you had always been his.
Rafeโ€™s lips curved into a smug grin as if he could read every thought running through your head.
โ€œReally? โ€™Cause from where Iโ€™m standinโ€™, youโ€™ve been thinkinโ€™ about me all night.โ€ His breath was hot on your skin, and you hated how much you wanted to close the distance between you.
Your jaw clenched as you tried to muster the strength to tell him to fuck off, to leave you alone, but he was right. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, he was still in your head, under your skin. The way his body hovered over yoursโ€”it was like nothing had changed. Like you hadnโ€™t spent the last few months trying to forget him.
His hand found your hip, fingers pressing into your skin through your jeans, and you felt your body betray you. You cursed yourself silently as heat pooled low in your stomach. You didnโ€™t want to give him the satisfaction, didnโ€™t want him to know how much power he still had.ย But damn it, he knew. He always fucking knew.
โ€œI hate you,โ€ you muttered. It was a weak defense, and you both knew it.
Rafe leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. โ€œYeah?โ€ His voice was a low rasp that made your knees weak. โ€œFunny, you never sound like you hate me when youโ€™re under me.โ€
Your breath hitched, and you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened.
โ€œDonโ€™tโ€”โ€
But he was already kissing you, hard and rough like he owned you, like you were his and his alone.
And the worst part? You kissed him back.ย His hands were on you, grabbing at your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You wanted to shove him away, to slap that stupid look off his faceโ€”but your body had other plans.ย 
This was so wrong, on so many levels.ย 
You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but Rafe didnโ€™t back off. He was staring down at you like you were his next meal, like heโ€™d been starving without you.
โ€œThis doesnโ€™t mean anything,โ€ you bit out, trying to cling to some sense of control.
Rafeโ€™s grin widened, wicked and knowing. He leaned in again, lips ghosting over yours. โ€œWe both know that's a lie.โ€
You clenched your fists, frustrated beyond belief. Frustrated at him, at yourself, at how easy it was for him to pull you right back in.
โ€œFuck you,โ€ you hissed, but the breathless tone in your voice told a different story.
Rafeโ€™s eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly sexy way he always did.
โ€œOh, you will.โ€
And God help youโ€”you knew he was right. That fucking arrogance. It crawled under your skin, set your blood on fire in ways it shouldnโ€™t.
Youย wantedย to punch him, shove him, do something to wipe that smug expression off his face. But instead, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him back toward you, kissing him with all the fury you felt.
His lips crushed against yours, and it wasnโ€™t gentleโ€”there was nothing soft or sweet about this. It was all heat and frustration, months of unresolved anger bursting out in one chaotic, messy kiss.
His tongue slipped past your lips, and you bit down, hard, just to remind him you werenโ€™t going to make this easy. He groaned, low and rough, pulling back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark.ย "You always did like it rough."
Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you yanked him down, kissing him like you needed to get all of this out of your system. His hands roamed your body, possessive, rough, and you hated how much you craved him, like you were still his.
Youย werenโ€™tย his. You couldnโ€™t be.
But every heated breath you took, every desperate movement your body made, was telling you otherwise.
When his lips moved down your neck, teeth grazing your skin, you gasped, tilting your head back as your resolve crumbled to pieces. He knew exactly what to do, how to make you fall apart, and it pissed you off that he still had that power.
His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with ease, pressing you harder against the wall. Your breath hitched, the cold tile behind you making you gasp. His mouth was on you, hot and demanding, and for a moment, it was like nothing else mattered.
Not Elijah, not the fact that this was so damn wrong, not the months of hurt and anger youโ€™d been holding onto.
There was only Rafe. The way he touched you, the way he kissed you like he was trying to stake his claim all over again. Like you hadnโ€™t been apart at all.
"Tell me you donโ€™t want this," Rafe muttered against your lips.
You bit down on your lip, trying to stop the words from spilling out. Youย didย want this. You hated that you did, but fuck, you couldnโ€™t lieโ€”not to him, not to yourself.
โ€œIโ€”โ€ You choked on the words, eyes meeting his, and for a split second, you thought maybe youโ€™d find some kind of resolve, some way to pull yourself back from him.
But he wasnโ€™t having it. His grip tightened, his mouth capturing yours again in a kiss so raw, it was borderline filthy. And that was it. Your last piece of control vanished, and you were lost in him all over again.
โ€œFuck,โ€ you gasped, head spinning as his hands explored your body like he had every right to. Like you hadnโ€™t spent months trying to break free of him.
Rafe pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, breathless and flushed.ย โ€œYeah, baby. That's what I thought."
His hands gripped your ass hard enough to leave bruises, you let out a frustrated, muffled groan, your fingers still tangled in his hair. It was a lot longer than the last time youโ€™d seen him.
You could feel every inch of his muscle through the thin fabric of your shirt. It was suffocating in the best way, and you hated yourself for how much you wanted it.
How much you wantedย him.
โ€œYouโ€™re such an ass,โ€ you gasped between kisses, your breath hitching when his mouth moved down to your neck. You felt him grin against your skin, the bastard.
โ€œYou say that like itโ€™s supposed to stop you.โ€ His voice was rough, low in your ear, and it sent a shiver down your spine.ย โ€œBut I donโ€™t think it is.โ€
You were about to fire back, but his hands slid under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin, and whatever you were going to say was swallowed by the heat rushing through you. You hated that he still knew exactly how to get to youโ€”how to pull you apart and leave you helpless against him.
โ€œRafe, thisโ€”โ€ Your words were cut off when he bit down gently on your collarbone, sending a shockwave through your body. You clutched at his shirt.
โ€œThis what?โ€ he taunted, pulling back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes intense. โ€œThis a mistake? Because I donโ€™t think thatโ€™s what your bodyโ€™s saying.โ€
You just glared up at him, trying to catch your breath. You hated that he was right. Again.
Always.
โ€œI told you,โ€ you managed to say, though your voice was shaky, โ€œthis doesnโ€™t mean anything.โ€
Rafeโ€™s grip on you tightened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, โ€œYouโ€™re still here, arenโ€™t you?โ€
Your heart was racing, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. There was no denying itโ€”you were here, and you werenโ€™t leaving. Not yet.
Maybe not for a while.
And Rafe knew it.
His hands moved lower, fingers grazing the waistband of your jeans, and your breath hitched.ย This was dangerous territory. You knew that.ย 
โ€œLast chance,โ€ he murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. โ€œYou want me to stop?โ€
You shouldโ€™ve said yes. You shouldโ€™ve shoved him away and walked out of there with what little dignity you had left. But instead, you kissed him againโ€”harder this time, angrier, like you needed to prove something to yourself. And maybe you did.
He yanked your shirt over your head in one rough motion, and you werenโ€™t gentle either, tugging at his jersey until it was off and tossed aside. His hands were everywhereโ€”on your back, in your hair, slipping under the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down with the same reckless urgency youโ€™d been feeling since you laid eyes on him tonight.
โ€œI hate you,โ€ you whispered as your nails dragged down his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake.
Rafe just laughed, โ€œNo, you donโ€™t,โ€ he growled, his hands grabbing your hips as he settled you onto one of the locker room benches. โ€œBut keep telling yourself that.โ€
Your jeans hit the floor, and he wasted no time, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs, pressing you down on the bench, his body heavy against yours.
Everything was messy, and rushed, like neither of you could get enough. Like you were trying to erase the months of distance, of frustration, in the way you kissed him back, bit his lip, tugged at his hair.
ย You hated how much you needed this.ย 
โ€œStill think this doesnโ€™t mean anything?โ€ Rafe rasped, his voice hoarse as he pressed his forehead against yours, breathless and wild.
You could barely think, let alone speak, but somehow, you managed to gasp out, โ€œPositive.โ€
Rafeโ€™s mouth moved down your neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks you knew would still be there tomorrow. โ€œYouโ€™re such a fucking liar.โ€
It was wrong, it was toxic, but fuckโ€”there was something about the way he touched you. And body, traitorous and weak, responded like it always had.
You were furious with yourself, with him, with everything, but the anger only made it all hotter, more intense.
His fingers brushed against the seam of your panties, teasing, barely touching you, but doing enough to have you drenched.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re soaked,โ€ he murmured, almost amused, slipping one finger under the fabric to run along your folds, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, "Was this all for Elijah?"
Sonofabitch.
โ€œStop talking,โ€ you spat, but your voice was shaky, showing him the way you were falling apart under his touch. Rafe chuckled low in his throat, his finger moving back, this time slipping inside you, deep and slow.
You gasped, your head falling back as he began moving his finger, curling it inside you in just the right way. Your body responded immediately, hips jerking against him, desperate for more, but he took his time. He added another finger, stretching you out as his thumb rubbed slow circles over your clit, making your legs tremble beneath him.
He sped up, his fingers thrusting deeper, faster, hitting that spot inside you that made your mind go blank. โ€œYouโ€™ve been wanting this, havenโ€™t you? All those nights pretending you donโ€™t think about me, but look at you now.โ€
Your nails dug into his shoulders, legs shaking as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, his fingers driving you closer and closer to the orgasm you so desperately needed.
His thumb pressed harder against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you. โ€œTell me how bad you need this.โ€
โ€œRafeโ€”โ€ you gasped, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. The tension inside you was coiled so tightly, so close to snapping. You hated him, hated yourself, but the words slipped out anyway. โ€œI need it.โ€
He groaned, pleased, and that was all it took. He thrust his fingers harder, faster, until your body gave in completely.ย You hadnโ€™t had a proper orgasm in months. Nothing could get you off properly. Your walls clenched around his fingers the pleasure tore through you. You cried out, your nails leaving half-moon marks in his skin as you trembled beneath him, lost in the sensation.
But he didnโ€™t stop. He slowed down just enough to draw out every last bit of pleasure, his fingers still moving inside you as you rode out the aftershocks. When you finally caught your breath, he pulled his fingers out, his hand moving to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
He shoved his pants down, not bothering to take them off completely, just enough to free himself. Your breath hitched when you felt him against youโ€”hard, hot, and readyโ€”and every rational thought you had left disappeared in that moment. He lined himself up, teasing you just enough to drive you crazy.
Before you could respond, he pushed into you in one hard, deliberate thrust. Your gasp turned into a low, breathless moan as your back arched, your hands gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to. The sensation of him stretching you, filling you, was overwhelming, almost too much, but exactly what you needed.
Rafe didnโ€™t give you time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed into you again, setting a punishing rhythm that left you breathless, gasping for air.ย 
There was nothing gentle about it, nothing tender.
His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you like he was trying to remind you who you belonged to.
And you hated how good it felt.
โ€œYouโ€™re mine,โ€ Rafe growled, his voice rough as he thrust into you, each movement deep and brutal.โ€œDoesnโ€™t matter who youโ€™re with, doesnโ€™t matter how much you try to deny itโ€”youโ€™ll always come back to me.โ€
โ€œShut up,โ€ you hissed, but your body was betraying you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.ย 
He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, โ€œTell me you havenโ€™t been thinking about this every night since we ended.โ€
You couldnโ€™t.
The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue, but instead, a moan escaped your lips as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your body arched against his, and you cursed yourself for being so weak.
โ€œFuck,โ€ you gasped, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built, every nerve in your body on fire.
โ€œThatโ€™s what I thought,โ€ Rafe growled, his pace quickening, the force of his thrusts making the bench creak beneath you.
The sound of the bench, the way his body pressed into yours so perfectly, the heat of his breath against your neckโ€”it all made it impossible to think straight. You should have been disgusted with yourself for letting it get this far, for letting him have this kind of control over you.ย 
โ€œI fucking hate you,โ€ you managed to gasp out between breaths.
Rafe chuckled, โ€œYeah? Then why do you sound like that, huh?โ€ His voice was taunting, filled with the arrogance you hated, โ€œThis pussy still mine, huh?โ€
You loved the way he grabbed you like you were his, even though youโ€™d sworn,ย sworn, you were done with him.
You were still in love, werenโ€™t you? Even after all the shit, all the screaming matches, the nights spent crying because of him.ย Thatย was the part that pissed you off the most.
Before you knew, his hands were flipping you over so fast your knees hit the bench before you could react.
โ€œRafeโ€”mmh,โ€ you gasped, but your words died in your throat when he shoved you forward, pressing your chest flat against the cold wood of the bench. You barely had a second to brace yourself before his hands were gripping your ass, spreading you open for him.
He didnโ€™t give you time to catch your breath. He was already dragging the head of his cock through your wetness, teasing, knowing how much youย wantedย it, even if you wouldnโ€™t say it.
You squirmed, hating how desperate you felt, hating how your body responded to him like this. โ€œFuck, Rafe, stop teasingโ€”โ€
โ€œYou want more?โ€ he cut you off, voice dark and dripping with arrogance. He slapped your ass, just enough to sting, and you yelped, your back arching instinctively. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna have to beg for it.โ€
"Like hell," you spat back.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth right by your ear.
ย โ€œYou can act tough all you want, but I know how much you want this,โ€ he gritted out, his cock sliding against your folds again, torturously slow.ย โ€œI know how much you need it.โ€
Before you could snap back, he thrust into you hard, filling you completely in one brutal stroke. You cried out, hands gripping the edges of the bench, and Rafe didnโ€™t even give you a second to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, faster this time, deeper.
The angle had you seeing stars. The bench was narrow, forcing your legs closer together, making everything tighter, more intense. You couldnโ€™t stop the way your body responded to him, hips moving back to meet his thrusts even though your mind was screaming at you to get a grip.
His hands gripped the fat of your ass, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, mixing with your moans and his ragged breathing.
โ€œGod, you feel so fucking good,โ€ Rafe groaned, his voice low and rough as he thrust into you, each movement hitting that perfect spot inside you, making your legs tremble.ย โ€œSo fucking tight for me.โ€
He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had you on the edge in seconds. You couldnโ€™t stop the moan that ripped from your throat, your hips bucking wildly against him as the pleasure built, higher and higher until you felt like you might break apart.
โ€œYouโ€™re close, arenโ€™t you?โ€ He rasped, his voice thick with lust. โ€œI can feel it. Fuck.โ€
You tried to hold on, tried to keep some control, but it was useless. He knew exactly how to break you.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna come,โ€ you gasped, your voice barely more than a whimper as you felt the pleasure rising fast, threatening to consume you.
โ€œDo it,โ€ Rafe growled, his fingers rubbing harder, faster. โ€œCome for me, baby.โ€
And you did.
Your orgasm crashed over you so hard your vision blurred, your body shaking as the pleasure tore through you. You cried out, your walls clenching around him, and Rafe groaned, his grip on you tightening as he fucked you through it, relentless, brutal, until your entire body was trembling.
But he wasnโ€™t done.
He pulled out suddenly, and before you could catch your breath, he yanked you up, turning you around. You barely had time to register what was happening before he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the cold locker. His cock was back inside you in seconds, filling you again, and you moaned, the new angle sending jolts of pleasure through your already overstimulated pussy.
He pounded into you, his grip on your ass bruising, and you clung to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the lockers. The sound of metal creaking under the force of his thrusts only made it hotter, more desperate. You could feel another orgasm building, and you hated him for itโ€”hated how easily he could pull them from you.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re mine,โ€ he growled, his voice rough as he buried his face in your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. โ€œYouโ€™ll always be mine.โ€
And you hated that some twisted part of you wanted it to be true.
Your legs tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer, deeper, as if you couldnโ€™t get enough of him.
And God, you couldnโ€™t.
His grip on your ass was rough, bruising, but it only made you moan louder. You were on the verge againโ€”your body still tingling from the last orgasm, but the way he moved inside you, the way his teeth grazed your neck, it had you spiraling toward another one, faster than you thought possible.
โ€œLook at you,โ€ Rafe groaned, lifting his head just enough to lock eyes with you. His pupils were blown wide with lust, a wild look on his face that sent a thrill down your spine.ย โ€œFuck, you love this, donโ€™t you?โ€
You did. Because no matter how much you hated him, how much youย wantedย to hate himโ€”there was a part of you that still belonged to him. A part of you that couldnโ€™t walk away.
His lips were everywhereโ€”on your neck, your collarbone, your jawโ€”and you couldnโ€™t stop the sounds escaping your throat as he kept driving into you.
โ€œSay it,โ€ he growled, โ€œSay youโ€™re mine.โ€
You bit down on your lip, trying to hold it in, trying to fight back, but every nerve in your body was betraying you. The way his body fit against yours, the way he moved inside you, it was all too much.ย You were coming again, and you hated it.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and wild. โ€œSay it.โ€
You wanted to spit in his face. But your body was telling a different story, hips bucking against him, legs tightening around his waist again.
โ€œR-Rafe,โ€ you whimpered, hating how weak you sounded, how desperate.
His smirk was infuriating, but fuck, it was hot.
โ€œThatโ€™s what I thought,โ€ he murmured, his pace quickening, each thrust deeper than the last.ย โ€œYouโ€™re mine. Always have been.โ€
And then he slammed into you one last time, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and the orgasm tore through you, leaving you gasping and trembling in his arms. You cried out, head thrown back against the lockers as your body shook with the force of it, your nails raking down his back.
Rafe groaned, his grip on you tightening as he rode out your orgasm, his movements growing sloppier, more erratic. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
โ€œFuck, baby,โ€ he moaned, his hips jerking against yours as he finally let go, his release hitting hard. You felt the warmth of him spill inside you, as he held you against him, buried deep.
The second his breathing slowed and his grip on you loosened, reality came crashing back in.ย 
What the fuck had you done?
You pushed at his chest, trying to put some space between you, but he wasnโ€™t letting go that easily. His arms stayed wrapped around you, his body pressed against yours like he still had something to prove.
โ€œGet off,โ€ you muttered, your voice weak, but sharper than before.
He chuckled, that low, arrogant sound that drove you crazy. โ€œThatโ€™s not what you were saying five minutes ago.โ€
You shot him a glare, shoving at his chest again, harder this time. โ€œIโ€™m serious, Rafe. Move.โ€
Reluctantly, he let go, stepping back just enough for you to slide off the locker and onto shaky legs. You stumbled a bit, and Rafeโ€™s hand shot out to steady you, but you jerked away from him, pulling your jeans back up with shaky hands.
He leaned against the locker, smirking like he hadnโ€™t just torn your world apart all over again. โ€œYouโ€™re welcome, by the way.โ€
You wanted to scream at him, to throw something at his face. But instead, you grabbed your shirt off the floor, yanking it over your head as you tried to steady your breath.
โ€œGood luck finding your date.โ€
Elijah. Youโ€™d come to the game with Elijah.
You shook your head as you zipped up your jeans and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. You avoided looking at him, knowing that if you did, youโ€™d see the smug satisfaction on his face that would only make you feel worse.
He pushed himself off the locker and took a step closer to you. You flinched, stepping back instinctively. โ€œThis canโ€™t happen again.โ€
His smirk slipped for a moment as he looked at you. H e closed the distance between you in two strides, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, pulling you toward him before you could react, โ€œYouโ€™re choosing him?โ€
You yanked your wrist out of his grip, your heart racing as you forced yourself to take a step back, putting distance between the two of you, โ€œYouโ€™re the one who chose yourself.โ€
His eyes darkened, searching your face, like he couldnโ€™t believe what youโ€™d just said. Maybe he thought he still had you wrapped around his finger.
โ€œYouโ€™re the one who walked away,โ€ you added, hating how your voice trembled, โ€œSo donโ€™t act like I owe you anything.โ€
Rafeโ€™s hand hovered like he was about to reach for you again, but he didnโ€™t. โ€œThatโ€™s not how I remember it.โ€ย 
Your stomach twisted, โ€œIโ€™m not doing this anymore. I canโ€™tโ€”โ€ You glanced at the door, feeling the weight of Elijah waiting for you. The one person who was good for you, who actually wanted to be with you.
But the worst part? You were still thinking about Rafe. Even after everything, you were still here, breathless, a mess because of him.
He took a step closer, his eyes locked on yours, and for a second, you thought he might apologize. Maybe say something real. But Rafe Cameron didnโ€™t do apologies.ย 
He raised an eyebrow, โ€œReally?โ€ His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair out of your face in a gesture that was far too intimate, given everything that had just happened. โ€œThen why are you still standing here?โ€
You flinched, stepping back. Whyย wereย you still standing there? You had no good answer, at least not one you were ready to admit.
โ€œGo back to your date,โ€ Rafe continued, his voice mocking now, โ€œPretend like heโ€™s enough for you.โ€
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the tears at bay. You couldnโ€™t give him that satisfaction, not again. โ€œYouโ€™re wrong.โ€
Rafe let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. โ€œI donโ€™t think I am.โ€
You squeezed your eyes shut, throat tight, trying to push back the tears. This was all wrong. It was always wrong with Rafe, โ€œStop.โ€
It sounded like a pleaโ€”a plea for him to stop talking, stop looking at you like that, stop making you feel so small and yet so overwhelmed all at once.
Rafe sighed, stepping back just a fraction, and for a second, his gaze lifted. But it wasnโ€™t enough. It never was. โ€œIโ€™m not trying to hurt you,โ€ he said, his voice softer now, like that made a difference.
โ€œYou always do,โ€ you shot back, finally meeting his eyes. The truth slipped out before you could stop it, and there it was.
His jaw clenched, "I donโ€™t mean to," he muttered, his voice low. "You know that."
"Does it even matter?" You felt the bitterness rise in your throat, along with something elseโ€”something fragile and painful. "You still do it. Whether you mean to or not."
Rafe stayed quiet, and you hated that silence. He didnโ€™t have an answer. He never did, not for this. Your fingers fumbled with the zipper of your jacket, something to keep your hands busy so you wouldnโ€™t look at him, wouldnโ€™t say something youโ€™d regret. But regret was already everywhere, suffocating you both.
โ€œI thought we were past this,โ€ you said finally, barely more than a whisper. โ€œI thought I was past this.โ€ But clearly, you werenโ€™t. Clearly, some part of you was still here, with him, in the wreckage youโ€™d both created.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated, torn. โ€œItโ€™s not that simple.โ€
"It should be." Your voice cracked. You hated how much this hurt. How much he could stillย hurtย you.
It wasnโ€™t fair. You werenโ€™t supposed to still care this much. You werenโ€™t supposed to still feelย this.
Rafe sighed, taking another step back, giving you space. But it wasnโ€™t the kind of space you wanted. It wasnโ€™t the kind that would make things easier. โ€œI donโ€™t know what you want from me,โ€ he admitted quietly, his eyes searching yours for something he couldnโ€™t find.
You swallowed, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. "I donโ€™t want anything from you."ย 
That was the truth, or at least it was supposed to be. You didnโ€™t want anything he had to offer, not anymore. Not when every time you reached for it, it slipped through your fingers like water, leaving you emptier than before.
But there was still that ache, that feelingย between you two, the one that dragged you back here even when you knew better. You wished you could kill it, cut it out of you like some infected part, but it was tangled too deep. And maybe a small part of you didnโ€™t want to.
โ€œYou keep saying that,โ€ he murmured, his voice almost tender, like he was seeing right through you. โ€œBut youโ€™re still here.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know why,โ€ you whispered, blinking back tears. Fuck, you hated this. Hated how vulnerable you felt, how easily he could unravel you, even now. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t be.โ€
He didnโ€™t say anything, just stood there, watching you, like he was waiting for you to make the next move. Like he wanted you to figure it out on your own.
But you didnโ€™t know how. You never did when it came to him.
"Iโ€™m sorry," he said, and this time, it felt real. There was no arrogance. Just Rafe, standing there, as broken as you felt. "I donโ€™t know how to fix this."
You let out a bitter laugh, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. โ€œThereโ€™s nothing left to fix, Rafe. Weโ€™ve already destroyed it.โ€
His face twisted, like he didnโ€™t want to believe it. Like he was still holding onto some small piece of hope. "We couldโ€”"
"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. "We canโ€™t."
You couldnโ€™t keep doing this. The push and pull, the endless cycle of hurt and apologies that never really fixed anything. You couldnโ€™t keep pretending that something would change, thatย heย would change.
Because you both knew he wouldnโ€™t.
He took a breath, exhaling slowly, and you could see itโ€”the realization sinking in.ย 
He knew it too. "I never wanted to lose you," he admitted quietly.
You swallowed hard, your chest tight.ย "You already did."
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pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader
part two of after all this time
summary: you try to make sense of everything after that night with gojo satoru, the slytherin prince, but as much as you try to run away from it, it seems to follow you more. but he has to hate you for it, right? that could be the only explanation for why he seeks you out...right?
warnings: 18+ mdni all characters are 18, gojo slight angst, messy makeout, gojo eating pussy like his life depended on it, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex
word count: 12k
note: yay! part two is done! please comment and reblog, it's really appreciated. thank you @jadeisthirsting for beta reading! <3
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If there was one thing you grew to understand about Hogwarts, it was that the castle was entirely unpredictable.ย 
From the moving staircases, the random ghosts that would appear out of nowhere, to the disappearing portraits that sometimes only reappeared to listen in on student gossip, you knew you had to expect the unexpected when it came to ancient school.ย 
But never in your wildest imagination would you have thought that you wouldโ€™ve kissed Gojo Satoru.ย 
You couldnโ€™t even pretend that it didnโ€™t happen, despite the fact you wanted so desperately to obliviate your mind and move along with your life.ย 
You could still feel his lips on yours, even days after it happened. You could feel his hands on your body, the way he held you to him, the way he kissed down your neck. You could still hear the way he said your name, breathless, almost desperate.ย 
โ€œFuck,โ€ he had whispered, heavy on your lips as he dipped down again to kiss down your chin tilting your head up to expose the column of your neck, โ€œFuck,โ€ he said once more, diving down as he sucks and bites at your skin, his movements growing faster and more erratic once he hears the soft and sweet mewls that escape your swollen lips.ย 
You tried to blink it away.
โ€œSatoru,โ€ he had said against your skin, โ€œNot Gojo. Not you.โ€ย 
Not you.ย 
That Saturday and Sunday you refused to move from your bed, huddled under blankets as the other girls in your dorm came and went. You could hear the loud party they held after yet another win at the quidditch game, so you just cast a silencio charm around your room, feeling your mattress create a permanent dent in the fetal position you were lying in.ย 
One of the kinder girls of your dormitory, Celeste, crouched down to where your head peeked out from your swarm of blankets, her brown brows furrowed together with worry, but you promised her it was just a stomach flu, nothing to worry about, and told her to go enjoy the party.ย 
That next Monday morning you made sure to go to the transfiguration classroom, glad to find that skipping breakfast helped to see that nobody except for Professor McGonagall seemed to be in the room, of course, aside from that little snowy owl perched atop her desk, its wide eyes blinking slowly at you as you walked in.
You remember how Professor McGonagall looked up briefly, annoyed that a student was here before classes even started, but she did a double take when she noticed it was you, welcoming you by saying your last name with a little bit of surprise.ย 
โ€œHow may I help you?โ€ Her eyes looked at you over her glasses, her hands lay flat on her desk, next to the quill she was just using.ย 
โ€œProfessor, I have a request to ask of you.โ€ย 
A part of you was glad that you were such a good student, one who never asked for much and gave everything you had towards the work you did, especially for her class. McGonagallโ€™s thin bow raised slightly, her lips pursing together as you motioned for you to continue. You swallowed thickly, pulling out the thick pieces of parchment tied together, your contribution to her essay, as you laid it down on her table.ย 
โ€œI would like to change my partnersโ€ฆif possible,โ€ your voice was shaking, โ€œI have my work all done here,โ€ quickly going to show her the work that you had done, but her hand outstretched, her slender finger grasping yours as you halted your movements.ย 
When you looked at her face, the only emotion you could trace, which was one you had never seen on the older woman, was genuine concern.
โ€œHas Satoru doneโ€ฆsomethingโ€ She tried to find the right words, but you insistently shook your head, trying to act as if nothing was wrong aside from you.
โ€œNo, no,โ€ you sputter out, โ€œItโ€™s me. Heโ€™s done nothing wrong. I just,โ€ you sigh, trying to calm down your heart, noting that the large clock outside had struck three times and that her first-year students would be filing in any minutes, โ€œPlease, Iโ€™d do the rest of the essay alone if necessary.โ€ You know that you were pleading with her at this point, but you couldnโ€™t care.ย 
McGonagall looked you over once, noting the bags under your eyes, the way you actively looked like you hadnโ€™t slept in days, and thought for a long second before she nodded, waving you along as other students started to come in.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll take care of it,โ€ she said, a promise, and you thanked her extensively, bidding her goodbye as you ran across school to make sure you didnโ€™t miss Lupinโ€™s riveting defense against the dark arts lesson about warding off vampires.ย 
And she stuck to her word.ย 
That day you sat in your usual seat, in the back, but instead of Gojo sitting next to you was a disgruntled Charlie Reeve, his arms crossed like a petulant child, depressed to be split up with his friend despite not having any work done.ย 
You saw his flash of white hair, stopping in confusion when he saw the Gryffindor in his seat, your eyes locking briefly as his nose flared.ย 
โ€œOh, Mister Gojo, I had to rearrange some partners,โ€ Professor McGonagall called out, motioning him to come sit up front with Benny Thompson, โ€œSome people thought itโ€™d be better to leave this essay until it was absolutely necessary.โ€ She cast the two Gryffindor boys a knowing look, not necessarily a lie, and deep inside you felt grateful that she was able to find something believable.ย 
And so, with all of your tedious efforts to make sure that you never bumped into Gojo Satoru, you went weeks without really seeing him.ย 
Of course, it was difficult, increasingly so as it seemed that he was everywhere you went. When you went to the library, he was there, at your usual table, either reading or working on homework, which meant that you had to weasel your way into the astronomy tower to do your work.
And then he began to go to the astronomy tower, youโ€™d see him looking over the ledge, his hair flickering in the wind, his back thankfully to the stairs as you quietly made your way down, running away to find somewhere else.ย 
Sometimes when you were lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, unwillingly, your mind traveled back to that night. And it seemed like all your hard work was in vain because despite trying to act as if he didnโ€™t exist, he was something that you could never forget.ย 
Gojo acted indifferent, however, which both helped and stung a bit. Helped because you were glad he went back to forgetting that you existed, and though you wanted him to act as if he maybe had feelings for you, you knew he never would, and so you blended back into the background
But despite it all, you found that somehow October bled into the unforgiving winds of November, which slowly turned into the winter of December.ย 
Your classes were wrapping up, and teachers no longer cared much seeing that they too were looking forward to the long-awaited and deserved break.
You found that with the workload that was slowly dying down (for you at least, seeing how you had finished up most of your exams, and all the essays and projects the professors had assigned to you months in advance were done, unlike some people who believed in the power of magic enough to leave it to the last week), you visited Hogsmeade more. It offered you some solace to take your mind off of everything.ย 
The snow was beginning to set both on the ground and on top of all the roofs and signs, making the small village look like a wonderland youโ€™d see inside a snow globe. A part of you couldnโ€™t stop the happy smile that made it on your face as you walked through the cobblestone streets, looking inside every shop as if you had the money to spend.ย 
On one of the Saturdays, you were able to give yourself a rest from the work you had to finish before the break started. You bundled up, a silver and green scarf wrapped around your neck, your old mittens (passed down from your mother, of course), and your thickest knitted sweater, went out for Hogsmade.ย 
Hogsmeade is usually busy during December, which you like, pretending that you were somewhere far away, perhaps a little village in France, as you gently make your way around the eager students ready to buy things for their families for the holidays.ย 
After a couple of years of visiting this place, youโ€™ve picked up some key knowledge. Never go to Honeydukes before seven, otherwise, itโ€™s entirely ransacked and they sometimes stock up on Saturdays at half past seven. Zonkoโ€™s is only good once in a while, otherwise, itโ€™s too overwhelming, and Gladrags Wizardwear had something marked off if they went unnoticed for too long.ย 
And, perhaps the best part of your visits to Hogsmeade, you had a pass from McGonagall, which let you stay an extra two hours. While most students made their way back before their ten oโ€™clock curfew at night, you were able to get special permission from Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to stay till midnight.ย 
You told them that you didnโ€™t do anything crazy and that the only reason why you longed to stay out late was really only for Saturdays because the three broomsticks sometimes brought in the wizarding jazz society, a group of witches and wizards who played live on their respective instruments. It was your favorite part of Hogsmeade, and after some negotiation, you were allowed out after ten.ย 
But before then, you spent your time in the other shops, browsing for nothing in particular.ย 
You found yourself admiring some of the intricately made quills outside a window that was on display. Surely expensive, but you simply looked at them, your face almost pressing up against the chilly glass to get a closer look.ย 
There was a group of friends a couple of feet away from you, and you could hear the giggling now and then about something, but you didnโ€™t think itโ€™d be best if you looked over to see what was going on, mind your own business.ย 
You walked along, moving to the next shop window when you noticed that the giggling almost seemed to be following you.ย ย ย 
You felt yourself peeking over briefly, somehow not being shocked that it was some of the seventh-year Slytherins, the kids you had grown up with, looking over at you, the girls pointing to something near you as they laughed behind their hands.ย 
Tough skin, you reminded yourself, trying to ignore it as you tried to look at the new cauldrons. At least, you wouldโ€™ve distracted yourself had you not heard a loud, almost animated rip.ย 
You look down, but not quickly enough to see your bag tear open, some of your knuts fell out, along with your chapstick, your tissues, and some other miscellaneous things.ย 
It didnโ€™t take a genius to glance over at the girls, to see one of them with their wands out as one of the other girls cackles, and while you were used to their antics, it didnโ€™t hurt any less.
You bent down, going on your knees, trying to find some of the things that had disappeared in the snow. One of the girls, Avery McKenna, who talked loud seemed to talk even louder, as if wanting to get your attention.ย 
โ€œSatoru! Satoru, look!โ€ She spoke in a whisper which was louder than your normal speaking voice, and you looked from your lashes at the mention of his name.ย 
And you saw him as one of the other girls shuffled around, tugging at his coat sleeves to direct his attention away from whatever shop window he was looking into as she pointed a finger at you on the ground. You quickly looked back down before you made eye contact with him, your fingers growing cold from the bite of the snow.ย 
You didnโ€™t want to know what he looked like, what sort of smile would take over his face at the sight of you looking like this. You pick up your bag, putting it under your arms so that it wonโ€™t grow wet from the snow, inspecting the gash with a heavy heart, realizing that thereโ€™s no way to mend it. It looks like a wolf had slashed its claws through the fabric, something that no needle and thread, or even a reparo charm could fix.
You shove the coins in your pockets, holding the rest in your gloved hands as you stand up, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you feel their stares on you, the snow seeping in through your pants, causing you to shiver as you try to find a place you could into to get this sorted.ย 
Thankfully, The Three Broomsticks was just up ahead, and so you tried to mute out all the people behind you as you turned your back, walking up the street as you heard the snow crunch under your shoes, sniffing from the cold as you walked into the familiar pub.ย 
โ€”-
The Three Broomsticks was a Hogsmeade staple.ย 
Inside the pub was a roomy place, a fire always lit in the corner, the flames crackling almost all the shouts and yells and drunk laughter. Up on the stone walls were photographs of famous witches and wizards who had visited the pub, paintings of people long past that used to frequent it, and family members of those who owned it. It smelled of ale and peppermint, the atmosphere warm and welcoming, something that you always enjoyed.ย 
It was usually full, so you count yourself lucky to find a little empty booth near the back.ย 
You got some water seeing how the last knut you needed to buy a butterbeer got lost somewhere in all the snow, and laid out all of your things on the table, including your mauled-up bag.ย 
You wipe at your eyes, careful that nobody sees the stray tears, and allow yourself to sit against the wooden booth, shutting your eyes for a second.ย 
You count to ten, allow yourself to calm your breathing down, and crack your neck, moving it around to your left and right side. The sun was nearly starting to set and it was already five, so it was going to be a bit before their usual jazz band came. Although youโ€™d been looking forward to it since last week, at this point you just wanted to go back, have some soup, and then sleep.ย 
When you open your eyes you find yourself staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply through your nose as you look back down, a surprised gasp escaping your lips to find somebody sitting in front of you.ย ย 
โ€œI-โ€ Gojo starts but youโ€™ve already started collecting all of your things off the table, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you shove whatever you can in your pockets, sitting up as you try to leave.ย ย 
But heโ€™s fast, sitting up from his seat, blocking you with his tall body as you feel your heart in your throat, pounding away rapidly as you try to look away from him.ย 
Heโ€™s here, heโ€™s here, heโ€™s here.ย 
His hand is holding your elbow, heโ€™s holding you, and he seems desperate, his eyes searching yours, begging you to just listen to him.ย 
Why is he here? Why is he holding you?
โ€œCan we talk?โ€ His white brows are furrowed, his lips parted as his thumb rubs up and down on your skin, โ€œPlease?โ€ย 
What does he want?ย 
Youโ€™re looking at him, really looking at him for the first time in months, and despite not seeing him face to face for a while, you can still notice the little changes. There are bags under his eyes, he seems worn down. His eyes, the ones that you often dreamed about, were swirling with unspoken emotions. His lips looked like they were chewed raw, much like yours.ย 
But he still looks like he did that one night in October, the way he spoke your name as if it were the only thing he could say, his hair tousled by the December winds, and his cheeks flushed a rosy pink.ย 
โ€œI n-need toโ€ฆโ€ you swallow thickly, your mouth running dry as your eyes dart around to not look at him, โ€œI need to go.โ€ย 
But you donโ€™t, and he knows that you donโ€™t.
โ€œYour waterโ€ฆmiss,โ€ the waitress suddenly comes around with your mug full to the brim with water, looking curiously at you and Gojo as she sets it down on the table, giving you a small smile as she walks away.ย 
โ€œPlease,โ€ he says one more time, and his voice is heavy, piercing through your chest and into your mind, working like a devilโ€™s snare as it wraps itself around you until you are entrapped by everything that is him.ย 
You look at the door of the pub, noting that none of his friends are either there or outside, and you look at him once more.
You lick at your gnawed lips, letting out a defeated sigh as you give him a single nod, watching as his face breaks into a smile, his shoulders sagging from the release of tension as he helps you back into your seat and climbs into his own, across from you, and you set all your stuff back on the table.ย 
His eyes follow your movements, look at your bag and the contents that used to be in it and he whips out his wand, going to cast a spell before you cut him off.ย 
โ€œReparo didnโ€™t work,โ€ you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers as you awkwardly sink into your seat, watching him intently as if he had been a painting youโ€™d been studying that suddenly came to life.ย 
His eyes flicker to yours and he puts his wand away sheepishly.ย 
โ€œI didnโ€™t know that they were going to do that,โ€ he finally says, breaking the silence.ย 
You nod curtly, looking at your hands resting in your lap as you try to think of what to say. Of which emotion you should call upon to do the talking for you, which thing you had been itching to say to him ever since that night.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s nothing they havenโ€™t before,โ€ you finally say, looking up at him with a sad smile, watching as his chest rattles with an inhale. His fingers are interlocked with each other as they rest on the table, his green sweater resting snuggly on his muscular frame as he leans in, as if he were scared you were going to disappear.ย 
He goes to open his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again.ย 
โ€œWhy do you care?โ€ย 
His mouth shuts, his blue eyes shimmering brightly in the light of the fireplace. He doesnโ€™t seem angry or annoyed, just shocked.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ย 
You breathe roughly out your nose, looking away briefly as you click your tongue against your teeth, your fingers gliding across the mug, the little water droplets that slid onto the table creating a ring around the cup. You twist and turn it around by the handle, deep in thought.ย 
โ€œWhy do you care so much? Why do you care about what happens to me?โ€ You press, your head tilting to the side. You try to look fierce, trying to channel the anger, the pain, the hurt that youโ€™ve been feeling not only since October but since you first stepped foot through that castle.ย 
His lips parted as if he were going to say something, but his head dipped, his fingers playing with that gold ring on his finger, the one of his family crest.ย 
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ Gojo canโ€™t seem to finish, canโ€™t seem to find the words. But thatโ€™s fine because youโ€™re finding them for him.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll find a new purse and Iโ€™ll move along with my day because Iโ€™m used to this Gojo,โ€ your voice is slowly growing, โ€œIโ€™m used to your friends, to you and your pureblood hierarchy. So stop acting like youโ€™re this hero that should get rewarded with whatever it is you want from me by talking to me o-or pitying me,โ€ you ramble, your voice dripping with venom, your eyes stinging as you try to control yourself, โ€œJust please stop acting like you care.โ€ย 
He doesnโ€™t say anything, his lips pressed together tightly, his jaw ticking. His eyes reflect a storming sea right now, one a sailor would never return from.
โ€œThat night, when you kissed me,โ€ your voice was loud enough to be a whisper, but he hears you, his breathing hitching as he most likely thinks back to that night, โ€œWere you able to cross off another check mark on your list? Did you finally fulfill all the crazy things you wanted to accomplish?โ€ย 
โ€œStop,โ€ he seethes out through clenched teeth, his eyes daring you to continue.ย 
Youโ€™re glad that the pub is so busy and so loud to cover the two of you.ย 
โ€œDid I taste different than the pureblood girls? Than Alicent? Than Eliana?โ€ You pushing him, pushing at his buttons because this has to be it, this has to be when he finally tells you that you were some bet that he made with his friends, that kissing you was worth some extra galleons to fill his pockets as he came back gallivanting to the other Slytherin purebloods.ย 
His eye twitches, his breathing heavy as he murmurs another stop but you just shake your head, hoping that he doesnโ€™t see the gloss covering your eyes, the way your lips are trembling thinking of all the possibilities.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re mean, Gojo,โ€ the words fall from your lips, heavy, pointed straight at him, and you can feel a tear drop down your chin, splattering on the table, right next to all the water droplets from your mug, โ€œA-and you donโ€™t even realize it. Or maybe you do, I donโ€™t know,โ€ you shrug, โ€œThose weeks when we were working on that essay I sent an owl to my mum and she sent one back saying how happy she was that I finally had a friend.โ€ย 
Thereโ€™s a beat of silence.ย 
You canโ€™t stand to look at his face.ย 
You helplessly wipe at your cheeks, looking away as you heaved in a shaky breath, nodding confidently for your own sake as you stood up.
โ€œI need to go,โ€ you mutter,ย  your water sat untouched as you made your way around the people standing and talking, made your way out the door, and let your tears loose.ย 
โ€”
The break couldnโ€™t come by any faster.ย 
You occupied your time and mind by doing everything possible.ย 
You found a broom closet that was big and comfortable enough for you to do your work, and most days you found yourself there. You ate your meals alone, as always, and made sure that wherever Gojo was, you werenโ€™t.
One of the only things you could look forward to was when the holidays came and when everybody left. It meant that only a handful of Slytherinโ€™s stayed and that meant that you could finally have some moments of quiet to yourself.ย 
Hogwarts was a different kind of magical during Christmas time, and you tried to take time to appreciate the dozen trees, the floating candles that had red ribbons tied around them, the little snow clouds that sometimes followed you around, and the mistletoes that some of the fifth years thought would be funny to hang up around the castle.ย 
And when the breaks finally came around, you watched as people bid each other farewell, their bags packed sufficiently enough for the two-week break as they made their way out of the school and to the train, waving at each other until they departed.ย 
You watched from the stairs, knowing that you too could go home, but seeing that your mom picked up more shifts around the holidays, youโ€™d just be spending these two weeks alone rather than surrounded by strangers, which you still preferred.ย 
The professors seemed to be in a better mood around this time as well, and it helped with distracting you from all the other thousand thoughts that were running through your mind.ย 
The Slytherin common room was always empty around this time of year. Seeing that most of the kids went to their families, it gave you some time to actually enjoy the amenities you usually miss out on during other times of the year.ย 
The room itself was decorated with a large Christmas tree near the large, arching window that looked out into the black lake, and stockings on the fireplace of those students that were staying.ย 
Despite Slytherin and their hatred for the color red, the room was a nice mix between the two clashing colors.ย 
After dinner, on the first night with everyone gone, you made your way down to the dungeons, muttering out the password as the large doors swept open, allowing you inside.ย 
Your first thought was to sit in front of the fireplace on one of the couches and catch up on reading, but seeing that there was almost nobody here you decided to go change into something more comfortable.ย 
Making your way up the stairs that led to the girl's dormitories you noted that most of those who were staying were relays from years before, some fourth and sixth years, a couple of first years, and rounded the corner that led to your room.ย 
Well, that wouldโ€™ve led to your room had it not been blocked.ย 
โ€œSorry!โ€ You cry out in surprise, a little shocked, and then your shock melts away as you feel like banging your head against the stone wall when you see that it is none other than Gojo.ย 
โ€œI need to tell you someth-โ€
โ€œThe train left!โ€ You cry out, feeling like dragging him out by his hair.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m aware-โ€
โ€œThen why arenโ€™t you on it?โ€ You push past him as you go to open your door, feeling him right behind you.ย 
Youโ€™re glad that all of your other roommates are gone because Gojo doesnโ€™t seem to be giving it much thought as he comes in as well.ย 
Your arms are crossed as you look around, looking for something, anything, that you could use to ward him away. Heโ€™s standing awkwardly at the doorway, wringing his fingers in a way that he never does.ย 
Heโ€™s wearing a loose sweater, gray in color, and it seems to make his eyes even more striking. There are still bags under his eyes, but his face seems a little more flushed as if he was slowly coming back from the dead. His white hair is tousled, and you note that he hasnโ€™t styled it in a while.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve been thinking ever since the three broomsticks,โ€ heโ€™s talking and youโ€™re pacing around the room, trying to act like you donโ€™t care that heโ€™s here, โ€œAnd I have some things I need to tell you.โ€ย 
Youโ€™re rummaging around in one of your cupboards, but he knows what youโ€™re doing, and he steps a little closer to you, shutting the door behind him as you glance up at him briefly, raising a brow.ย 
He swallows, running a hand through his white strands as you turn your back to him, looking through your jewelry box as you begin to take off your earrings.ย 
โ€œI saw you, this summer.โ€
You stop.ย 
Gojo continues.ย 
โ€œMy parents had some ministry work to do, and we went to the city. I was walking around one day, trying to figure out where I was supposed to go when I saw you,โ€ Gojo sounded nearer, his voice more desperate, โ€œI saw you through a window. You were workingโ€ฆ I think. You had this apron on and you were walking around this little restaurant.โ€ย 
You swear you could hear your heartbeat.ย 
โ€œAnd you were smiling at something this guy said, and you just looked soโ€ฆhappy,โ€ he pauses, โ€œAnd prettyโ€ฆyou looked so pretty and I didnโ€™t know what to do because Iโ€™ve never felt this strange feeling in my chest whereโ€ฆโ€ย 
Where everything just stops, then starts moving in tandem as if there had been a loose screw the entire time until now.ย 
โ€œAnd I think Iโ€™ve always felt this way, you know?โ€ Heโ€™s not stopping, and youโ€™re scared that if you look at him youโ€™re going to believe him, believe that heโ€™s telling the truth and that this isnโ€™t some sort of dream youโ€™re forcing yourself to see, โ€œIn our fifth year, when you were telling the class about your happiest memory, you had this smile on your face. Or last year, when we were in potions and Nanami said a joke, youโ€™d laugh and I just felt soโ€ฆlost.โ€ย 
Heโ€™s lying.ย 
โ€œN-no, no, youโ€™re lying,โ€ you croak out, moving past him as you keep your head down, going over to your bed as you sit at the end of it, needing something to sit down on because otherwise youโ€™d collapse.
โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ Gojo pleads, his voice behind you, โ€œAnd for so long I thought I was lying to myself because I didnโ€™t know what I was feeling,โ€ he takes a few steps closer, standing at your bedpost, โ€œIโ€™d never felt this way about anyone. A-and youโ€™re right, you are different. Youโ€™re so different from anybody else and I love it.โ€
Youโ€™re shaking your head, your back to him as you sniffle.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t believe you,โ€ you mutter, your arms wrapped around your middle as your head dips down, lashes wet with tears.ย 
He doesnโ€™t say anything for a few seconds and you realize itโ€™s because heโ€™s moving to where youโ€™re sitting, and you see him clearly as he crouches down on the ground, his hands moving to hold yours as he forces you to look at him.ย 
Itโ€™s such a strange sight seeing the Gojo Satoru, the Prince of Slytherin, the most stoic and composed person youโ€™ve ever met soโ€ฆvulnerable in front of you.
โ€œI know-โ€ย 
Youโ€™re shaking your head at him, lips pouting together as you blink slowly, your nose scrunched up in frustration.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re lying-โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not, Iโ€™m begging you, please-โ€ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re lying, Gojo,โ€ You say, your voice cracking as you feel your tears rolling down your, collecting on your chin before they splatter crudely on your bed sheets, โ€œYou donโ€™t feel this way about me. Youโ€™re either lying to me o-or to yourself becauseโ€ฆโ€ you struggle to find the words, โ€œBecause in no world would you feel this way about me.โ€ย 
His hands are warm, his thumb gentle as it rubs over your knuckles. And you donโ€™t notice it until he pulls them away to wipe at your tears, his fingers soft and slow against your skin as you hiccup.
โ€œBut I do,โ€ he whispers, his thumb cradling your cheek, โ€œI do. Y-youโ€™re so smart, and kind, and witty, and caring, and youโ€™re so wonderfully you.โ€
This is too much.ย 
โ€œYou donโ€™t know anything about me,โ€ you plead, wondering when he was going to give up the act and leave so you could be alone.ย 
โ€œYou only eat your eggs if thereโ€™s a little bit of syrup on them,โ€ Gojo says immediately, and your eyes shoot up to his, โ€œYou put an extra flick on the dots of your iโ€™s, you like McGonagall most out of all your other professors, you never change your necklace, you-โ€ย 
You push him by the shoulders, frustrated knowing that heโ€™d never stop, changing the subject.
โ€œIf you cared about me you wouldโ€™ve done something,โ€ your voice isn't yours and you canโ€™t recognize it as it escapes your windpipes, โ€œI mean, you only had three years. Y-you called me a mudblood, your friends never stopped when they were doing, you - you,โ€ deep inside, your breath is lodged inside your lungs and you choke on it.ย 
Gojo cradles your head, pulling you into his chest, and for some reason you let him. You melt into his warmth, into the way he holds you as if you were the thinnest piece of glass, and you canโ€™t remember the last time somebody held you like this.
His hand rubs up and down your back, and you feel your tears and snot wet his sweater, but he doesnโ€™t seem to care.ย 
โ€œI did,โ€ his own voice shakes, โ€œI did, and Iโ€ฆโ€ he swallows his bile, โ€œI wish I could go back and take it back, take all of it back. If I could trade everything I have to turn back time and change the past, I would. Iโ€™ll spend my life making it up if youโ€™d let me. You have no idea what I would doโ€ฆโ€ for you.
You pull away from him, and he lets you.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re all Iโ€™ve ever been able to think about this past year. And especially ever since that night, I couldnโ€™t get you out of my mind,โ€ his hands go up to hold your face, tracing your features with the most delicate touch, โ€œYour eyes, your nose,โ€ his finger glides down the slope of it, โ€œYour lips, your skin, your hands.โ€ย 
โ€œBut,โ€ your hands go up to his wrists, pulling them down and he lets you rest them on your lap, hanging off your every word as if you were religion, watching you preach as he remembers every word, every syllable, every tone and inflection you have as gospel, โ€œIโ€™m a muggle-born,โ€ you laugh wetly and painfully, โ€œAnd you hate muggle-borns.โ€
And for once you see him break into a small and melancholy smile that's full of years of longing, of confusion, of wanting, and his white strands fall on his face. Unconsciously you move them out of the way so that you could see his eyes.ย 
โ€œMy parents hate muggle-borns, and Iโ€™m their only son,โ€ your eyes drop to that gold ring, and he notices, โ€œI believed them, and for so long I felt so confused because you werenโ€™t like anything they described,โ€ his lips quivered, โ€œI donโ€™t hate muggle-borns, and I donโ€™t hate you,โ€ he raised your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them, โ€œI could never hate you.โ€
You inhale shakily, your heart thumping in a strange, new rhythm.ย 
โ€œWhat about the others?โ€ You ask shakily, โ€œYour friends, your parents, everybody else?โ€ย 
He shrugs, looking indifferent as he plays with your fingers.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll get new friends,โ€ he shoots you a small smile, โ€œAnd I can just buy new parents.โ€ย 
You snort, rolling your eyes at his antics, and he brightens up seeing your change in demeanor.ย 
โ€œYouโ€ฆlikeโ€ฆme?โ€ You ask finally.ย 
He lets out a little bit of air in a disbelieving chuckle.ย 
โ€œI like you more than the air I need to breathe,โ€ he kisses your knuckles again and you snort, rolling your eyes as you wipe at the corners of them.ย 
โ€œThen how have you been breathing all this time without me?โ€ You ask a bit teasingly, wondering how you never noticed that his eyes have little specks of green in them, or how the blush on his cheeks sometimes traveled up to his forehead.ย 
โ€œHorribly,โ€ he says and you give him a small laugh, โ€œBut it feels like I just took my first breath after eighteen years.โ€ย 
โ€”
After that, Gojo could not be separated from your side.ย 
He sat next to you during all of your meals, throwing nasty jinxes at anybody who looked at the two of you weirdly. Sure, people couldnโ€™t stop talking, but after the first three people who left with a red ink-looking stain on their face, they learned to keep their whispers low.ย 
When the two of you were in the common rooms he laid next to you as you read, or vice versa, pulling you into his chest as he told you stories from his childhood.ย 
And of course, it took you a while to warm up to him, but slowly and surely you felt at ease around him, feeling like you could be as true to yourself without any fear of repercussions because he loved you wholly, and he had no cares about anything else.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s that youโ€™re reading?โ€ Heโ€™d say sometimes, looking over your shoulders to scan whatever book it was that you were reading. Thankfully you still had a couple of days till Christmas, and another week of break after that, so the common room was empty, spare for a few stragglers.ย 
The fireplace crackled in the background, the smell of cinnamon and cloves heavy in the air.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
โ€œVoyages with Vampire,โ€ you reply, turning the page as you hear him groan next to you.ย 
โ€œLockhart? The fraud?โ€
You giggle, shoving him a little bit, eyes never leaving the page as you try not to lose your spot.ย 
โ€œYeah, but his books are interesting.โ€ย 
And Gojo didnโ€™t care too much, because as you got to read your book he got to be with you, which was all heโ€™s ever wanted since he was fourteen.ย 
Other days heโ€™d take you to Hogsmeade, his hand holding onto yours, letting you steer him into the different shops you wanted to look at, a content smile on his face. He loved the way you looked, bundled up in your scarves and sweaters, and he loved that it was mainly just the two of you, seeing that Hogsmeade was unusually empty with everybody gone.ย 
And sometimes heโ€™d squeeze your hands a couple of times just to let you know that he was there, and youโ€™d squeeze back twice, looking behind your shoulder so that you wouldnโ€™t miss his boyish grin.ย 
He mentally noted all the things you picked up, asking if you wanted it, but when you saw that he was beginning to pull out his wallet you shook your head sheepishly, putting it back as you began looking at other things.ย 
โ€œLet me just get this-โ€ย 
โ€œNo!โ€ you cried out, embarrassed as you moved away from whatever shelf it was, hearing him let out a sigh of frustration, laughing at his childish antics.ย 
โ€œBut I can just-โ€ย 
โ€œNo, Gojo,โ€ youโ€™d tell him, your voice a little sterner, โ€œI donโ€™t like you because you have money. Too much of it, might I add.โ€ย 
And heโ€™d pout, his arms circling your waist as he petulantly stays in place, resting his chin on your shoulder so that you canโ€™t move.ย 
โ€œBut I just so coincidentally seem to have it,โ€ he pressed a kiss to the side of your head as you tried to look at something else, trying to act like you didnโ€™t turn to jelly in his hands, โ€œWhy wonโ€™t you take it?โ€
You giggled, angling your head to look back at him.ย 
โ€œBecause I donโ€™t need a bursting raspberry delight,โ€ you chided him and heโ€™d groan, pulling you even closer to his chest as he outstretched one of his long arms, picking up something in front of you, inspecting it as he showed it to you, putting it back as you shook your head, โ€œAnd I donโ€™t need cockroach clusters.โ€ย 
And you smiled, feeling happy, genuinely happy as you continued to look around the store with Gojo latched onto you. You felt normal for once, felt the way youโ€™ve been wanting to feel ever since you were eleven.
โ€”
The days passed by and you found yourself back in the common rooms the night before Christmas, sitting on the couches, facing Gojo as you listened to him talk about all the things heโ€™d been wanting to tell you.
The days passed by and you found yourself back in the common rooms with Gojo the night before Christmas, letting him play with your hair as you leaned up against him on the couch, reading another book.ย 
โ€œDid I ever tell you how Benny Thompson didnโ€™t know what an animagus was?โ€ Gojo says randomly and you gasp, looking over your shoulder as he nods as you lay your book down on your chest.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re lying,โ€ you say and he shakes his head, twisting and turning that ring on his hand the way he usually does when he likes to fidget.ย 
โ€œAnd he asked me if the books in the library had all been written in the actual library,โ€ he continues and you let out a loud, shocked laugh, holding your hand over your mouth in disbelief.ย 
You put your book on the table so that you could move up closer to him so that you wouldnโ€™t have to crane your neck so much.ย 
โ€œWell, to be fair, I think he was just a bit disgruntled to be moved away from his partner in crime,โ€ you move some of the hair out of his face as helmets you sit on his lap, his hands resting comfortably on your waist as you lean in to whisper, โ€œSeeing how I saw them hooking up in one of the broom closets.โ€ย 
Gojoโ€™s lips part, eyes wide in shock as you nod slowly, a smug grin on your face.
โ€œMakes sense,โ€ he finally muttered and you snorted, thinking back to how the two boys literally couldnโ€™t be away from each other for too long before they made a fuss about it.ย 
Most of the other students had gone up to their beds, excited for the early morning theyโ€™d be having with presents and such, but you liked staying up this night, liked watching as the presents slowly appeared under the tree.
His mouth opened in a small yawn and you moved slightly, feeling guilty for keeping him up so long.ย 
โ€œDo you โ€˜wanna sleep?โ€ You offered, twirling some of his white strands around your fingers as his eyes traced over your features.ย 
His hands moved up and down your back, holding you close to his body.ย 
โ€œBut the presents?โ€ Gojo started, looking at the big Christmas tree near the fireplace as you giggled, noting how he was trying his best to control the yawns that were threatening to spill from his lips.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll just look at them tomorrow,โ€ you promise with a giggle, swinging your legs off from him as you stand, stretching your arms above your head as you let out a tired yawn of your own, rubbing at your eyes as you bookmark the page you were at, watching as he stands up, doing a little stretch of his own.
He slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him as he presses a kiss against your forehead, letting you lead the way back to the dormitories.ย 
โ€œPromise to wake up early tomorrow?โ€ You say, looking at him with a raised brow, watching as he crosses his hands across his heart.ย 
โ€œSwear on it,โ€ he assures you with a little cheeky grin, his shoulder playfully knocking yours as you snort.ย 
The two of you walked in comfortable silence, your eyes taking in all the festive decorations, not noticing how he couldnโ€™t stop looking at you. The girl's dormitories were on the left, and down the hall, youโ€™d find the boys, which meant that you were the first to depart as you neared the top of the stairs.ย 
You move to stand in front of your door, your book in your hands as you stare up at him, noticing the pink flush that never seemed to leave, all over his cheeks. He looked so pretty like this.ย 
โ€œThis is me,โ€ you say jokingly and he chuckles softly, his hands back on your waist as you feel him press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He never pressured you to kiss him back, always leaving small yet thoughtful pecks either on the crown of your head or on your face, wherever heโ€™d find that you didnโ€™t squeal as he tried to kiss.
He says your name quietly, looking down at you as you meet him in the middle.ย 
โ€œMerry Christmas Satoru,โ€ you whisper, and you see the wide, boyish smile that breaks across his face when you say his name, loving it only when he hears it from your lips.ย 
โ€œMerry Christmas sweetheart,โ€ his voice quieter than usual, kinder, and in a lovesick way that not even amortentia could replicate.
You look up for a brief second when you sense something is off, and you giggle at the little green and white plant that is forming above your head.
โ€œMistletoe,โ€ you mutter.ย 
โ€œHm?โ€ He sounds confused until he looks up when he sees it growing, itโ€™s green leaves and little white flowering buds, looking back down at you.ย 
And again, just like that night in October, you donโ€™t know which one of you it was that moved closer to bridge the gap, but either way, only seconds later did you feel him press his lips against yours, and you were gone.
He was gentler than the last time as if he was savoring your lips, your taste, the way you moved against him. Gojo wrapped an arm around you, tugging you to him, his other hand fumbling with the door handle as the two of you tumbled inside, his foot raising to kick it shut as you tangled your fingers in his hair.ย 
โ€œS-satoru,โ€ you whine, needing more of him, needing him in a way youโ€™ve never felt, your eyes fluttering shot when he bites at your lips, his tongue prodding past your lips as you let him, your stomach fluttering delightfully, โ€œMore, need more,โ€
His eyes flicked open for a second, ensuring you were okay, and he grinned.ย 
His lips resumed their movements, sucking and yours, teeth nipping as your face became of a mess of spit, moaning slightly as he nudged your jaw up with his nose, your head tilting backward as you gave him more room on your neck.ย 
Mindlessly you reach for your wand in your back pocket, waving it near the direction of your door as you lock it and cast a muffliato charm, something you would thank yourself for greatly later.
Gojo was relentless as he pressed kisses and sucked harshly on your skin, needing to mark up what was his, needing people to see that you were his, and you could only whine as he left dark marks on your skin, soothing them with little pecks as he moved down.ย 
His scent was all-consuming, the way he held you made you go dizzy, and if only you knew that what you felt, he felt ten-fold more. Gojo was so crazy about you, that if you told him to jump from his broomstick heโ€™d gladly do it.
โ€œIs this,โ€ he sighs, trying to catch some air, โ€œThis okay? Do you want me to stop?โ€ย 
And you quickly shake your head, muttering out no, no, as he chuckled darkly, moving your (his) sweater away from your shoulders so he could kiss down there too.ย 
Your hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, fell to his chest, pushing at his sweater as you wanted to paw at the skin, wanting to feel more of him, and you heard his breathing stutter, his lips pausing momentarily at the feeling of your hands on him.ย 
He says your name like a mantra like heโ€™s been waiting his entire life to say it, and you catch his eyes once again like heโ€™s asking for permission to continue, and you nod, smiling up at him as you let him.
Your fingers grasp at the hem of his sweater, tugging it upwards so that you could see his skin beneath, the muscles sitting nicely, a glimpse you sometimes saw when he was moving around too much, and your heart stumbled.ย 
He helped you, tugging it upwards and over his head as he discarded it somewhere on the floor, and for once you feel the air get knocked from your lungs.ย 
Heโ€™s built. Long, muscular shoulders, soft skin that shouldnโ€™t be as daunting as it looked right now, but he wasnโ€™t even focused on that, his nimble fingers running across your waist where your sweater had hitched upwards, and you just know that you need more of this.ย 
Youโ€™re not even thinking as you shed it off of you, joining him on the floor, and his eyes widen, swallowing thick as he sees what he only thought heโ€™d be able to see in the back of his mind as he dreamed.ย 
You were stunning, and suddenly he thought back to the statues he saw in Italy when he traveled there as a child. He thought back to how those ladies looked, and how the sculptors must be twisting and turning in their graves when they couldโ€™ve had you as their muse.ย 
โ€œStopp,โ€ you whine, embarrassed, your hands going up to cover your naked skin, but he gently pushes them down, kissing your collarbone, the skin above your breasts which were still hidden with your bra as he shakes his head.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re beautiful,โ€ he mutters, the words escaping him as if his mind is working faster than any other part of his body, โ€œSo beautiful.โ€ย 
He dips his head back down to kiss you, and a surprised sound escapes your lips, but you welcome it nonetheless, feeling entranced by him, by the fervor in his movements, as if he wouldnโ€™t survive without this.
His hands worship you, slow and careful as they run against your naked skin walking you back so that your knees hit the back of your bed.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re pretty good-looking too,โ€ you try for a joke but it falls short from your lips because itโ€™s true. Youโ€™d read stories of Aphrodite and Persephone fighting over Adonis just because he was the most gorgeous man they met, and you were worried that if the gods were real youโ€™d have to hide him away forever.ย 
He hums in the back of his throat, as if he didnโ€™t believe you, and gingerly laid you down on your bed, his massive body looming over you as you smile, a gleeful smile on your face as you try to make sense of what your life was.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s so funny?โ€ Gojo teased, pressing little butterfly kisses on your cheek, the tip of your nose, your chin, and you couldnโ€™t stop smiling, feeling ticklish when he kissed your neck again, a light giggle falling from your lips that made his ears turn pink.ย 
โ€œNothing,โ€ you said breathlessly, squealing when he bit the skin in the middle of your tits, swatting at his head as he grinned, pressing a soothing kiss to the spot.ย 
โ€œNo, it has to be something,โ€ he argues, kissing down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, never breaking eye contact with you as you swallow thickly, no longer laughing as you feel a heat growing in your stomach, โ€œIs it funny when I kiss here?โ€ He presses a kiss above your navel, โ€œOr here?โ€ Heโ€™s reaching the top of your jeans, pulling them down slightly to kiss your hip bone, โ€œOr maybe here?โ€ย 
And you shake your head, want and desire in your eyes and he chuckles darkly, slowly unbuttoning your jeans as he slides them down your legs, his heart sputtering in his chest when he comes back up to see you all sprawled out for him.ย 
You feel self-conscious about your choice of undergarments, both old and nearly falling apart at the seams, not matching in any sense of the word, but Gojo doesnโ€™t seem to care. He looks at you as if youโ€™re a painting thatโ€™s suddenly come to life, and he doesnโ€™t know how to handle that.ย 
You reach behind yourself to work at the old clasp of your bra, sliding it down your arms as you lie back down, looking sheepishly at him as you realize youโ€™re far more exposed at the moment than he is.ย 
But Gojo seems to have gone to another world, not moving from where he was as his eyes donโ€™t leave from your chest.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t look at me like that!โ€ You shout, trying to cover up your bare chest with your hands but he gently tugs your wrists away, his blue eyes wavering as he groans, getting closer to you before he glances up.
โ€œDonโ€™t hide from me then,โ€ heโ€™s pleading, beginning, โ€œPlease.โ€ย 
And you canโ€™t, because the way he presses gentle kisses to your bare breasts is unlike anything youโ€™ve felt before. Youโ€™re breathing hitches, and your head falls back to your pillows as his mouth closes over on your nipples, a moan ripping from your throat.ย 
โ€œOh,โ€ you say, breathing shakily through your nose as his other hand goes to your other tit, his thumb flicking over your nipple as you feel yourself grow wetter down there, terrified that thereโ€™s going to be a pool when he looks.ย 
He sucks, bites, marking up this territory that only heโ€™s going to see, his pink lips switching to your other one as you whine out loud, feeling lightheaded as he presses three kisses to your hard nipple, worshiping you like you were his deity.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re going to be the death of me,โ€ he says with a mouthful of tit, pulling up from your chest as he kisses you briefly, kissing down your body one more time before he settles in between your legs, โ€œAnd no man has been more willing to die than me.โ€ย 
You whine when his hot kisses trail up from your calf to your knees, wet as they glisten in the candlelight as if he was making his path visible up to where you were burning, needing for him to meet you.ย 
โ€œYou talk a l-lot,โ€ youโ€™re trying to sound steady but you canโ€™t when heโ€™s looking at you like that, but he just kisses the inside of your thigh for a second long, his nose nudging at your clothed cunt as you whine.ย 
Youโ€™ve only heard about the other girls talking about sex, feeling embarrassed as they acted out what the other guys did with them. They talked about how they threw them around on the bed or how they pushed their heads down into the pillows but they never mentioned anything about this.
โ€œYouโ€™re right,โ€ he murmurs, โ€œI should stop.โ€ย 
And he doesnโ€™t give you any warning as he presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear, your little gasp of surprise going straight to his dick. He hitches your legs on his shoulders, looping a finger around the waistband of your panties as he slides them down, a deep, guttural groan almost punched from his lungs at the sight of your glistening cunt.ย 
Fuck, he thought to himself, you actually were going to be the death of him with the way he still canโ€™t properly breathe around you.ย 
โ€œPerfect,โ€ Gojo whispers, his head dipping down, โ€œYouโ€™re perfect.โ€ย 
And before you can chide him again, he dives down, his tongue licking and sucking at your pussy lips, your back arching off of the bed as your fingers grasp onto his head for support, unknowingly pushing him even further into you.ย 
Heโ€™s fast, tasting you as he groans again, your saccharine essence bursting against his tongue, and he canโ€™t control himself. Itโ€™s so messy and wet, and you can see your juice shining on his chin when you glance down briefly to look at him.ย 
โ€œO-oh,โ€ you stutter when he pushes a slender finger inside your walls, clenching down on him as his lips find your clit, suctioning at it as you whine for him to go fast, โ€œOh god,โ€ย 
He smiles against you, his finger slowly moving in and out, his lips kissing your clit, feeling the way you grew tight around him and didnโ€™t stop.ย 
When he added his middle finger you felt like you were going to die, not knowing how youโ€™d be able to handle all of him if this was just you losing yourself on his fingers, but you couldnโ€™t find it in yourself to care right now.ย 
His fingers are long and reach deep within you, something youโ€™ve never felt before, but knowing that youโ€™d surely die without it if he stopped.
โ€œS-Satoru,โ€ youโ€™re mewling, and he thinks he could just cum with the way youโ€™re saying his name, โ€œDonโ€™t stop, please, f-faster.โ€ย 
And he kisses your cunt to tell you that he hears you, his fingers positioning in and out of you, his tongue alternating from where his fingers were to going back up to your little bud, your eyes screwed shut as you feel that rope grow tighter and tighter in your stomach.ย 
His unoccupied hand travels up your stomach to toy with your breasts, flicking your nipples back and forth, the added sensation along with everything else causing you to nearly lose whatever sanity it was that you had left.ย 
Your toes curled, your fingers gripping onto his white strands even tighter, feeling bad for how hard you were pulling at him, but he urged you, loving that sting.ย 
โ€œHow do you feel?โ€ He takes a break, his voice a little muffled, his fingers not stopping as you whine helplessly, โ€œEverything okay?โ€ย 
And you can tell heโ€™s just teasing you because when you push his head back down he goes willingly, acting as if you were his last meal on this earth and he just couldnโ€™t wait for the sweet release of death.ย 
โ€œGood,โ€ you moan, โ€œS-so good,โ€ and your voice is egging him on, making him go faster and faster, your toes curling as he switches between his fingers and his mouth, doing something heavenly that you never knew you could experience.ย 
Youโ€™re growing tighter around him, your chest heaving as you feel something strange, unlike anything youโ€™ve ever felt before, coming.ย 
โ€œW-wait, โ€˜Toru, Iโ€ฆโ€ and you canโ€™t stop it, your eyes going white as he doesnโ€™t stop either, his fingers pistoning in and out of you with no remorse, โ€œI donโ€™t knowโ€ฆfuckโ€ฆcoming, Iโ€ฆโ€ and youโ€™re just babbling mindlessly now, your back almost off of the bed as something snaps and youโ€™re gushing around his fingers.ย 
Itโ€™s euphoric, the feeling. You canโ€™t breathe but somehow you can breathe better than you have in your life, your walls clenched around him like a vice, your thighs shaking as you cum around his fingers.ย 
You wailed out a hopeless moan, your hands covering your mouth as if that could silence you, fat tears dotting your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling and you were trying to fill your lungs back up with air as his mouth never stopped sucking at your clit until he was sure your climax was over.
When you finally calmed down and sank back onto the bed, Gojo sat up from between your thighs, his hair messy, chin and lips soaked with his spit and your release, his eyes a bright cerulean blue.ย 
You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, cleaning you off of him, moaning like a whore at the sight. He dipped back down, kissing you feverishly, letting you kiss yourself on him as you whine, feeling like a different person entirely.ย 
When he pulls away thereโ€™s a line of spit connecting your lips, and heโ€™s never looked happier.
โ€œAre you feeling good?โ€ Heโ€™s rubbing soothing circles on your hips, โ€œWant to stop?โ€ย 
You groan, swatting at his shoulders.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re too attentive,โ€ you say, and he snorts, kissing in between your brows as he pecks your lips one last time, reaching down to unbutton his pants, and throw them somewhere along with the rest of your clothes.ย 
You watch in a love-sick haze as he tugs at his boxers, his fingers quick as he discards them too, and suddenly, the two of you are bare before each other.ย 
He is Adonis, you finally decide when you get to get a full look at him, thereโ€™s no question.ย 
His legs are just as toned as the rest of him, his thighs huge with pure muscle, something necessary to be quidditch captain as well as one of the best seekers Hogwarts has ever seen. The v-line that leads down to hisโ€ฆoh god.ย 
Heโ€™s huge, and while you havenโ€™t been with any other guy, you can tell that heโ€™s big. His dick sits hard and angry against his stomach, his pretty pink tip leaking with pre, curving slightly. Your mouth waters at the veins that start at his base, his white hairs trimmed, and go upwards.ย 
How would he fit in you?ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t worry,โ€ Gojo assures you, as if reading your mind, โ€œIโ€™ll go slow. Tell me at any point if it hurts, okay?โ€ย 
And you nod, your mouth watering as he climbs atop of you, his hand near your head as he presses one final kiss to your hairline, wrapping your leg around his waist as his other hand goes down to finger his dick, plunging two fingers into your wet pussy, lubricating it in your wetness as he looks down at where the two of you met.ย 
โ€œReady?โ€ He asks, and you can only whine, murmuring out a needy yes as he chuckles, your legs spreading open to accommodate him, and he lines his tip up with your entrance.ย 
You feel like the air that you had so tirelessly gulped back seconds ago was punched out of you at the feeling, and he stays true to his words, going as slow as humanly possible so that you could get used to his length.ย 
He pushes past you gently and carefully, your walls clenching around him, memorizing every vein he has, the curve of his dick, and you watch as his hips press into yours, the way his abs tense as he tries to go slow.ย 
It stings, but in the most delicious way possible. Your eyes dot with tears, but you need him to move, not knowing why he was taking so long.
Gojo balances himself above you, and you grow wetter and wetter the more he sinks into your warmth, your legs circling his waist to pull him in even closer, your arms tangling around his shoulder, into the hairs at his nape.ย 
โ€œMore,โ€ you whisper, needing him unlike anything youโ€™ve needed before, โ€œM-more, โ€˜Toru, please,โ€ย 
His eyes look at you with slight apprehension.ย 
โ€œAre you s-โ€ย 
โ€œYes,โ€ you cut him off, your legs tightening around him as he groans, his dick pressing more into you, sinking into you completely until all of him was sheathed inside your cunt.ย 
You could feel him in your stomach with the way he was pressing up into you, feel the outline of his dick against your skin, and his head dipped down so that you couldnโ€™t see his face anymore, his breathing stuttering as he tried to regain his composure, trying his best to not pull out and slam back into you.ย 
Gojo gives you a couple of seconds to grow used to him and tries to be as much of a gentleman as he can be, but with every other tick of that clock on the wall he thinks heโ€™s going to go inside, not recognizing himself anymore.ย 
Your chest heaves, and you nod.ย 
โ€œโ€˜M ready,โ€ you say finally, and his head draws back up to you, his brows furrowed together, trying to make sure that you werenโ€™t just saying that for his sake, but you nod again, โ€œIโ€™m ready.โ€ย 
And god, he feels like heโ€™s finally seen the light as he pulls out of you, nearly all of his dick from your snug cunt, your juices shining in the light, and he pushes himself back in, groaning out from deep inside his chest as you clench around him.ย 
He does it again, and again, and again, and before you know it heโ€™s slamming his hips into yours.ย 
โ€œShit,โ€ he moans, his voice deeper and lower in pitch, โ€œF-fuck, youโ€™re so tight, you haveโ€™ta,โ€ he lets out whine when you clench around him, โ€œYou have to relax, please sweetheart, youโ€™re killing me.โ€
His hands are leaving bruises on your hips from how hard heโ€™s holding onto you, your moans mixing with his as your ankles dig deep into his back, your back arching so much that your tits were pressed up against his chest, gleaming with sweat.ย 
โ€œMhh, โ€˜Toru, oh my g-god,โ€ you canโ€™t even recognize your own voice, โ€œS-so good, sโ€™big โ€˜Toru,โ€
You watch as he drops a hand in between your two bodies, his fingers rubbing at your clit as your mouth opens in a silent scream, sweat dotting at your forehead as you bit your lip to keep in your debaucherous moans.ย 
He bites down on your shoulder, leaving yet another mark, his nose inhaling at the last remnants of your perfume, making sure heโ€™d never forget a single thing about tonight.ย 
His fingers along with his dick are driving you to ruin, and you feel that same coil coming back, being pulled taunt deep within you far quicker than the first time. Heโ€™s relentless against your clit, kissing your tits gently as you cry out.ย 
โ€œShit, Iโ€ฆโ€ you can barely breathe, his own groans and moans filling up the room, โ€œI canโ€™t, I feel likeโ€ฆ!โ€ย 
โ€œI know, I know,โ€ he says, knowing what youโ€™re meaning, what youโ€™re feeling, because heโ€™s not too far from his own release either, โ€œCome on, let go, Iโ€™ve got you,โ€ he muttered against your glistening skin, edging you on even more.
Your fingers tangle in his white strands once again, pulling him closer to you as your lips lock with his, the kiss messy and not even coherent but you donโ€™t care because as his tongue mingles with yours, his hips never stopping and his fingers picking up pace, you moan out loud, lewd and wanting into his mouth as you come.ย 
This time is even more intense than the last time, and you canโ€™t stop clenching around him, your cum coating his dick, making it even more wet as you spasm around him, your eyes seeing stars, feeling a loud thumping in your head and chest.ย 
It doesnโ€™t help that he doesnโ€™t stop either, your orgasm lasting even longer as he chases his own high, his head thrown back in an instant as he pulls out to finish on you, white spurts coating your heaving chest, painting you like his own portrait.ย 
โ€œFuck,โ€ he sighs out, his white lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he looks at you, underneath him, covered in his cum, and feels something primal surge in his chest at the sight, like youโ€™re his god and heโ€™s finally in heaven.
Even after he pulls out you feel yourself pulsing around nothing, already missing him as you whine absentmindedly at the loss.
When you finally calm down, you crack your eyes open to see him sitting on his haunches, pushing back his sweat soaked hair away from his face as he shoots you own of his wide grins, your own face breaking into a smile as you throw and arm across face.ย 
You feel the bed dip, and peek out to see him walking away.ย 
โ€œWhereโ€ฆ?โ€ You croak out, your voice hoarse, and he throws you a wink from over his shoulders, finding a clean towel in your little bin that you keep at the end of the room for when you and the rest of the girls need to shower.
He brings it over to you, grabbing his wand, casting a small aguamenti charm on it, only to get it slightly wet, as he comes back to where you were lying.ย 
You silently watch as he gingerly drags it across your body, cleaning you up between your legs, wincing at the way you inhaled sharply, still feeling raw, and kissing your stomach in an apologetic manner. He then dragged it across your chest, making sure he got everything, throwing the towel in the dirty bin as he climbed up to bed with you.ย 
โ€œThirsty?โ€ He asks, and you nod meekly, graciously accepting the cup that he fills with the pitcher near your bed stand, gulping it all down as some of the water droplets fall on your chest, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you set it to the side, falling back in your bedย 
The bed isnโ€™t really meant for two people, especially one with his size, so you have to cuddle close together, but you donโ€™t mind the way he pulls you closer to his chest, pulling the blanket above so that it rests on your naked body.ย 
โ€œGood?โ€ He asks simply, and you nod again, craning your neck to look up at him as you smile gleefully.ย 
โ€œGood.โ€ย 
โ€”
That morning, you were the first to wake.ย 
You blink slowly, sitting up, wiping at your eyes as your mouth opens in a loud yawn.ย 
You look over to Gojo next to you, his hands still strewn across your waist, his lips parting slightly as he sleeps gently.ย 
You donโ€™t want to wake him up, not used to seeing him so at ease, but you remember that itโ€™s Christmas morning, falling back down to your mattress as your fingers tap on his bicep, watching as he cracks one blue eye open.ย 
โ€œHmm?โ€ He hums tiredly, annoyed that you had moved away from him, pulling you back to the furnace that was his chest.ย 
โ€œYou promised youโ€™d wake up,โ€ you say with a whine, giggling when his eyes snap open, never wanting to break a promise he makes to you, sitting up suddenly as he looks around the empty room.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m kidding,โ€ you tease, โ€œI donโ€™t usually get much, come back to sleep.โ€ย 
Gojo yawns, rubbing his hands across his face, and gives you a knowing look. Your brows furrow together in confusion, tilting your head to the side.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ You ask, sitting up next to him as his thumb traces against your knuckles.ย 
โ€œNothing,โ€ he kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and then finally your lips, โ€œItโ€™s just that I think that the majority of presents under that tree are for you,โ€ Gojo says with a grin, watching with a smile as your face breaks into the cutest grin, your eyes bright as you tug on his fingers.ย 
โ€œReally?โ€ youโ€™re already getting out of bed, the smile on your face never ending as you tug on your jeans from the floor, โ€œReally?โ€ย 
โ€œReally,โ€ he says, handing you your sweater as you pull that on mindlessly, your movements fast and hurried, excited for Christmas morning for the first time since you were a kid.ย 
โ€œOh, and,โ€ he holds onto your wrist, stopping you momentarily as you try to pull on a sock over your feet, โ€œI have something I wanted to give youโ€ฆin private.โ€ย 
Your eyes squint together, trying to see if he was going to say a dirty joke or if he was actually serious.ย 
When he releases your wrist, he unfolds your hands, taking your ring finger as he slides a ring across it, something that he mustโ€™ve had hidden in his hand for a good second because you never saw him get anything.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€ฆ?โ€ You turn your hand around, only to see his gold ring, embellished with his family crest, shining back at you.ย 
โ€œโ€˜Toru, Iโ€ฆโ€ You were shaking your head, going to take it off, but he stops you, his blue eyes shimmering a light sky color, creasing upwards as he gives you one of the smiles that he only reserves for you.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s yours,โ€ he says, closing your fingers into a fist as he brings it up to his lips, kissing it softly, โ€œAnd besides, itโ€™s just a placeholder.โ€ย 
You let out a disbelieving chuckle, looking at the ring once again as you glance up at him.ย 
โ€œPlaceholder for what?โ€ย 
Gojo gives you another knowing look, as if you should know the answer to this question.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™ll see,โ€ he promises, and you laugh, helping him put on his own clothes, messing with his hair, pushing it back so that it wouldnโ€™t be so messy.ย 
โ€œYou want to be my husband?โ€ You say teasingly, walking to the door as you cast him a glance, โ€œBecause you should know that I need to get a stable job and house and everything before I even think of marrying. Are you sure youโ€™ll want to wait that long? After all that time?โ€ย 
He pulls you in for a hug, kissing the crown of your head.ย 
โ€œEven after all that time,โ€ he murmurs against your hair, โ€œAlways.โ€
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dunmeshistash ยท 6 months ago
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Okay I think I'm ready to write the second part of this post about Milsiril
To make it easier for me I'll just divide this into her relationship with Kabru, Mithrun and Helki (her ex-canary prisoner teammate)
First about Kabru
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This is an extra from the daydream hour 5. The caption says "Something like this might as well have happened" so its probably not canon but could be. I honestly think his reaction to Milsiril visiting and being overbearing says a lot about the type of relantionship they have. This is the fakest bitch in the whole of dungeon meshi, he never says what he trully thinks unless there's an advantage to doing so, he's a people pleaser that does and says anything to make people like/trust him. And yet he immediatly converts into "Mooooooom you're embarassing meeeeee" when he sees it's Milsiril.
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This translation used "Mom" but as I understand the original he uses the more formal version so I think it would be closer to "Mother" but still he acknowleges her as his Mother, and he acts like her kid in every interaction we see between them.
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I really don't understand where the idea that he learned to be fake from being "forced" to be her adoptive son comes from.
(Continuing under a cut)
The other interaction we see between them is the Kabru extra from the Adventurer's Bible
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Kabru comes to her with a deep fear he clearly has had even before she adopted him, he trusted her with this fear and she did not disappoint him, she comforted him and then gave him the information he needed to believe what she was saying
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I'd also like to point out in no moment she discouraged him from calling his his bio-mom "Mom". He also says she taught her children everything they asked
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I doubt this would only be true for him, it also mirrors something she said in the manga
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"You can go ahead and learn all you want about something else." I believe it when Kabru says she made every effort to answer her children's questions. I think this is also the way she expresses the love she has for them. Plus I love the thought bubble with Kabru mirroring what he learned from her. I also love this daydream hour, she sacrifices her own comfort to do something for Kabru.
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Milsiril isn't a perfect mother tho, besides the fact she is overprotective she comes from a very different culture from her children. I like to call her Kabru's white mom cause I think that would be the real world equivalent. This extra is the one I think the most about showing this context perfectly
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Kabru wants to share Utaya sweets but looks at his mom looking gloomy/rejected so he talks about fruitcake instead. This very rude for Milsiril to do since she's kinda trying to overwrite his actual cultural background, but I think its done more as a "I want you to like the things I like" rather than something nefarious, and once again Kabru doesn't hide at all his distaste for it, he does the bare minimum to please his mom since she's being dramatic but he doesn't lie to her, he shows how displeased he is about fruitcake, something he refuses to do when eating the harpy omelette that is way worse, because he must make a good impression for Laios. Kabru is honest with his overbearing white mom once again.
Now a little about Rin, from Kabru's context, this is her extra in the Adventurer's Bible
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(look at Helki he's such a gremlin i love him) anyway, Rin has a trauma about elves, they really mistreated her so she hates them, but when they notice she isn't thriving they go to Milsiril for help (Helki specifically I'll talk more about him next). I think this indicates she really has a better understanding of short lived kids, her kids are thriving differently from the ones the other elves try to care for. I'd also like to remember she lives secluded from other elves so while Kabru probably had lots of interactions with elves during his life, most of it was probably spent with Milsiril and her other adoptive kids. She also asks Kabru if he would do this to help Rin, he isn't being forced or anything, I also think it's good that Milsiril knows she cant take in any more kids, this to me shows she's worried about the quality of life her kids have. That is all to say, Rin is the one with elf trauma, not Kabru, because Kabru had Milsiril to shelter him from them.
Helki
This will be short and sweet since there's barely anything about Helki, he's her prisioner companion from her time in the canaries, but he was pardoned after Utaya, it says so in the Canarie's Structure page in the new adventurer's guide but I cant really find it translated again... so here's google's machine translation (I remember it saying "Retired and pardoned as a reward after Utaya", something like that)
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so officially he isn't a prisoner anymore, but I think he still works as a canary, even so he and Milsiril seem quite close, he is the one to go talk to her about Rin, He is there when she's training Kabru (both laughing at Kabru and then participating). I saw people theorizing she stays close to him because he is also someone who she can feel superior to, but I don't believe it at all, he's STILL in contact with her even after they have nothing to with each other, I think they really have a friendship, and there's no point where it seems like she feels like she's better than him or that he's less than her, people seem to interpret Milsiril and her relationships in the worst possible ways every time and I don't understand why.
This segways into Mithrun
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I've also seen people assuming she only got close to Mithrun because now he needs her and has no power over her, once again with the theory that Milsiril surrounds herself with people she can feel superior to. But once again, Milsiril had a change of perspective about Mithrun after seeing his Dungeon
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Rather than she feeling superior to him I think rather she realized he was just like her. (And I think she's friends with Helki for a similar reason, it's probably easier to see him as an equal than other nobles)
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I've also seen this part used as proof of that. "He said that you've got suspicious ulterior motives and that I shouldn't listen to you" as if that's true, but this is past Mithrun, the one that didn't trust anyone and thought ill of all his teammates, ofc he doesn't believe someone would help him without an ulterior motive. This doesn't prove much about her real motivations.
Also before she showed up, Mithrun was being cared for by servants hired by his brother, he isn't someone helpless she has power over, he is still a member of an important Noble family that has a caring brother providing for him, he can do without Milsiril, he had done without her for 20 years before Utaya happened and she quit the Canaries.
This is all to say I think Milsiril is just a white(elf) adoptive mom doing her best, I don't see much of anything nefarious about her or her motivations, she is flawed as all the dunmeshi characters are, she isn't a perfect mom, she isn't an evil mom, she's just a person.
Elves in general also see short lived species as "children" so I imagine this makes her "You'll always be my baby" attitude way worse, she really treats pre-teen/teen Kabru like he's a toddler sometimes. But she also respected him enough to go all out in training him. I think they're a family with everything that entails.
PS: I didn't get much into Interracial adoption since this is something that happens irl too and I don't know much about all the issues that entails, but in the end, in this case, it seems like a net positive for the kids she adopts considering all we see about how she raised Kabru.
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lulunothulu ยท 2 months ago
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โ€œJealousy, jealousyโ€
Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader
Summary: Tyler has tried everything to impress you, yet you're still uninterested...at least he thought you weren't until your jealousy gets the best of you, making you cry.
Content: careless (kinda only bc heโ€™s trying to get your attention) Tyler, jealous!Reader, FLUFF
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GIF credit to @austinbutlermischief Iโ€™m so sorry I couldnโ€™t remember who I found this from ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Tyler had made it his mission to make you laugh and fall for him.
Heโ€™d tried everything.
He took you on a chase, fireworks and all. Nothing.
Heโ€™d tried falling over in front of you, and while it warranted a smirkโ€ฆstill nothing.
Tyler was up to his wits end and his ideas were dwindling.
โ€œWhy are you trying so hard?โ€ Kate, your colleague and best friend asks him one night.
Tyler was sitting on the other side of a busy parking lot, watching as you and Javi laughed at something Boone had just said.
โ€œI just want her to laugh, to smile really, at me.โ€ He tells her. โ€œI really like her and I justโ€ฆI feel like she hates me.โ€
Kate only nods, lips tight.
If only Tyler knew.
You were obsessed with him. Obsessed mightโ€™ve been a strong word, but the feeling was mutual. You wanted to tell him how you felt but because you thought he had a thing for Kate, you never did anything to reveal your true feelings.
โ€”โ€”โ€”
From across the parking lot, you half listen to Javi as he goes on about some tornado data from today. The only thing you can focus on is Tyler and Kate, sitting on the other side and talking.
Tyler looks like heโ€™s having a great time talking to Kate, small smile and leaning back in a chair. He crosses his arms behind his head, biceps bulging under the sleeves of his flannel.
You frown, what could they be talking about?
โ€”โ€”โ€”
โ€œIs she looking?โ€ Tyler asks Kate. Theyโ€™d planned on making you so jealous, you had to come over and talk to him.
Kate glances around, making it look like sheโ€™s looking around the parking lot and stopping on you. Your face was twisted in what she knew was jealousyโ€”but to others was a thinking face.
She turns back to Tyler, a wide smile on her face. โ€œOooh yeah, big time.โ€
โ€œWhat should I do now?โ€ He asks.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna squeeze your bicep and youโ€™re just gonna smile at me. Thatโ€™ll get her on her feet,โ€ she tells him, knowing exactly where to strike in order to get your full attention.
She knew youโ€™d been a fan of said arms, veiny and muscular. She knew this would work.
Tyler lowered his arms, bending them as he placed them on his knees. He didn't like using your best friend to get to you, but he had to do what he could in order to get you to react.
Reckless? Maybe, but he was willing to do whatever it took.
Kate's smile as she touched his bicep and squeezed made his stomach turn. That should've been you touching him.
He turns his gaze to where you were sitting and to his surprise, you were standing up.
"This is it, Kate," he tells her. "I think she's coming over."
But as soon as you wave goodbye to Boone, rest of the Tornado Wranglers, and Javi, you speed walk toward the stairs that lead to your motel room.
Tyler's heart drops straight into his ass when he sees you wipe at your cheeks. He'd hurt you.
"Fuck," he mutters.
Kate removes her hand from his bicep and turns in the direction of his gaze. She sucks in a breath and begins to stand. "I should go talk to her."
"No," Tyler says, standing and stopping her by grabbing her arm. "I'll go. I need to make it right and just straight up tell her how I feel."
Tyler turns in the direction of the stairs, walking a few feet before turning back to Kate.
"What room-"
"204," she responds with a smirk. "Go get her, lover boy."
Tyler smiles to himself as he jogs to the stairs, taking two at a time and trying to think of what he should say.
"Y/N, I didn't mean to..." He starts as he walks to your room. "I'm sorry I.... No..."
Finally, 204.
Tyler takes a deep breath before knocking on your door. He hears shuffling and sniffling before hearing your sweet voice asks, "Who is it?"
"It's Tyler," he responds. He can feel his heart breaking at how small and defeated your voice sounds, small and slightly gravelly from crying.
It was his fault you were crying. If he could kick his own ass he would.
When you open the door, your eyes are rimmed red, tear stains running down your cheeks. He watches as your eyes harden on him, lips in a tight line.
"What do you want?" you ask harshly.
โ€”โ€”โ€”
You didn't mean to cry. Must've been Kate touching Tyler and a mix of you about to start your period that did it. Either way, you were crying over a man that obviously had feelings for your best friend.
So when you heard a knock coming from your motel door, you were expecting Kate, Javi, or literally anyone else.
You did not expect Tyler, face stricken in sadness, to be standing there.
"What do you want?" you asked harshly. Maybe a bit too harshly because he too looked like he wanted to cry.
"I just wanted to check if you were doing okay," he tells you, deep and southern voice velvety soft. "I saw you wiping your eyes on your way up here."
You were stunned, heart pounding in your chest. Tyler noticed you leaving?
"You saw that?" you ask.
"I did," he tells you with a nod and small but reassuring smile. "I notice everything about you."
"Hmm," you hum.
"Anyway," he continues. "I just wanted to see that you were alright...so, are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Alright?"
The look on his face was expectant. It's like he wanted you to be fine. Why?
Instead of asking, you nod. "Yeah, just hormonal I guess."
Tyler's ears redden at that before he clears his throat.
"I can get you some stuff. Do you want something?" he asks. "Anything at all."
"Anything?" you ask, brow raised and smirk forming on your lips.
"Name it and it's yours," he responds, his signature cocky grin appearing.
I'd like you. "I could go for some pizza."
Tyler smiles at you and you have to fight not to smile back, even though thatโ€™s all you wanna do right now.
"I'll be right back," Tyler says, starting to walk away. He walks back to ask, "Any particular toppings?"
You shake your head, another snack popping into your mind. "Can I also get some Twizzlers?"
Tyler turns to walk backwards and say, "Of course, Darlin'."
You quickly close the door, feeling the blush creep up your neck. Holy shit, he's gonna be the death of me.
โ€”โ€”โ€”
Tyler was gone no more than ten minutes and you could tell he ran to get you the pizza and Twizzlers.
He was a panting mess by the time he knocked on your door again.
โ€œI got the stuff you requested, Darlinโ€™,โ€ he drawls, attempting to catch his breath.
โ€œThank you,โ€ you say, a small smirk appearing on your lips.
He stands there, waiting for you to say something else, but instead, you just smile sweetly at him.
Tylerโ€™s mind was racing, you were actually smiling at him.
โ€œOkay well,โ€ you start, still smiling. โ€œBye.โ€
Before he could react, you close the door on him. His face confused and almostโ€ฆheartbroken.
You walk to your bed, opening the box of pizza and sighing at the first bite.
Thatโ€™s when you see the small note heโ€™d taped inside.
Iโ€™m sorry if I made you cry. Forgive me?
You carefully rip the note off and close the box. Padding back to the door, you open it, fully expecting to run after Tyler.
Onlyโ€ฆhe never left.
There he was, standing at your door, puppy dog eyes trained on you.
โ€œYou never left,โ€ you point out.
โ€œI couldnโ€™t leave without telling you something,โ€ he starts.
โ€œTylerโ€”โ€
โ€œY/N, just listen,โ€ he interrupts. โ€œIโ€™ve been trying to get your attention, hell even just a smile, from you for the past few weeks. What you saw out there,โ€ he points to the parking lot. โ€œWas me trying the last thing I thought would grab your attention. I never meant to make you cry.โ€
Tyler shakes his head, rubbing his chin. โ€œI just wanted you to react. Kate said that that would be the best way to get your attention and I just went along with it. Donโ€™t blame her, if anything blame me. I feel so ter-โ€
You stop him, pressing your hand on his lips. Stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.
You didnโ€™t know what you were doing until it was too late.
You kiss his cheek, his scruff prickling your lips.
โ€œDo you want to come inside for some pizza?โ€ You ask. โ€œThis really hot pizza man just brought it so itโ€™s still warm.โ€
Tyler breaks into a smile at you calling him hot.
โ€œOf course.โ€
Next part
A/N: this was kinda bad BUT I really like this idea so Iโ€™m sorry lol ๐Ÿฅน
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helaintoloki ยท 3 months ago
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Family Dinner
pairing: Five x reader ft the Hargreeves siblings
warnings: the usual Hargreeves siblings chaos
notes: fulfilling a request asking for a shy!reader meeting Fiveโ€™s siblings for the first time. it was actually very hard squeezing in so many characters into one piece
summary: despite trying his best to avoid it, Five is forced to introduce you to the family
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The last thing Five wanted was for you to meet his family. If he could, heโ€™d do everything in his power to keep you away from the chaos and stupidity that was his siblings forever. He didnโ€™t need them overwhelming you with their quarreling or reminding you of how utterly tumultuous his home life was, and he felt an unwavering need to keep you separate from the Umbrella Academy. You were the one thing he didnโ€™t have to share with his siblings, the one thing he had earned on his own without his powers, and the one thing that was normal in his life. He would do anything to keep his life from tainting your innocence by all means.
The discovery of your existence by his family had been completely accidental. When visiting his new apartment for the first time, Allison and Klaus had stumbled upon a framed photograph that Five had forgotten to stow away before their arrival. In the frame was a beautiful girl with kind features and a gentle smile, her arms lovingly draped around Fiveโ€™s neck as he held her to his side and forced a lopsided grin for the camera. They knew Five had always hated photos, but it seemed here that he was willing to set aside his disdain for being photographed to please this mystery girl.
โ€œWhat are you two looking at?โ€ Five demanded after stumbling upon them staring down at the frame. Eyes widening when he realizes just exactly what the two are looking at, he quickly snatches the photo from Klausโ€™s grasp and holds it protectively against his chest. โ€œI canโ€™t believe this, I was gone for two minutes and neither of you could manage to stay out of my things.โ€
โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you tell us you had a girlfriend?โ€ Klaus asks, voice laced with mock offense as he clutches at his chest to mimic being wounded.
โ€œThe details of my personal life are none of your concern,โ€ Five grits through clenched teeth, his tone dripping in annoyance at their snooping and frustration at being caught red handed. How could he have been so sloppy? Five had always been meticulous about every minute detail and keen at covering his tracks when needed, and yet he had failed to protect the most important secret he held.
โ€œSheโ€™s gorgeous,โ€ Allison tells him in hopes of assuaging her agitated brother, โ€œand she looks really sweet. Why would you hide something like this?โ€
โ€œThis may come as a shock to you, Allison, but you guys arenโ€™t exactly great at first impressions,โ€ he explains condescendingly with a tight lipped smile, doing his best to hold back the urge to use more colorful language and insults. โ€œThe last thing I need is for you guys to start hashing out old childhood issues in front of her and scare her off.โ€
โ€œOuch, okay, noted,โ€ she replies with a displeased frown. โ€œBut thatโ€™s still no excuse to keep your relationship a secret. I know weโ€™re not always the most reliable bunch, but obviously this girl is important to you, Five, and if thatโ€™s the case then sheโ€™s important to us, too. Just give us a chance to prove ourselves- bring her to my place Friday for dinner so we can all get introduced.โ€
Five is silent as he mulls over Allisonโ€™s offer, doubt clear on his features as he considers all the possible ways a family dinner with you could go. While there are a million ways for it to go wrong, heโ€™s able to acknowledge the plausibility of it being a success. As much as he hated to admit it, his sister did have a point. They werenโ€™t always completely unreliable, and heโ€™d be lying if he said he didnโ€™t think spending time with his siblings could actually be pleasant at times. And itโ€™s not like you havenโ€™t been questioning him already about his family and the details of his childhood. Perhaps it was time to finally bite the bullet.
โ€œYou get one chance,โ€ Five finally relents in a firm tone, pointing his finger at them both in warning. โ€œDo not screw this up.โ€
โ€œHow exciting!โ€ Klaus gasps with an enthusiastic clap of his hands. โ€œOh, I have the perfect dish for this occasion.โ€
As Allison and Klaus immediately begin to discuss the details of Fridayโ€™s dinner, Five can only force himself to quell his panic as best as possible and hope that youโ€™re able to stand his family.
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You fidget nervously with the pendant of your necklace as Five swiftly parks the car in front of Allisonโ€™s home. Itโ€™s beautiful, and by the looks of the warm lights that glow through the window it seems the festivities have begun. Despite your boyfriend having already turned off the car, you make no attempt to move, prompting Five to reach over and gently take hold of your hand in his.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry,โ€ he assures you in the softest voice he can manage. โ€œThese idiots are more worried about impressing you than you are about impressing them.โ€
โ€œTheyโ€™re not idiots, theyโ€™re your siblings,โ€ you reprimand him gently before finally mustering up the courage to step foot out of the car. โ€œAnd despite how much you act like they annoy you I know you really care about them. I just want it to go well is all.โ€
Five canโ€™t really argue with that- sometimes he hates how easily youโ€™re able to read him. Itโ€™s a feat not many can accomplish, and yet you managed to do so in record time. Itโ€™s also just another thing he adores about you; you see him like no one has before, and your gentle nature and levelheadedness perfectly balance out his tense and combative personality. Youโ€™re good for him, and he hopes his siblings see the good in you too.
The door swings open before you can press the doorbell and immediately you find yourself being pulled into the tightest hug of your life. A gasp of surprise leaves you at the sudden intrusion, and it takes everything in Five to resist the urge to immediately pry his sister off of you. He stares daggers at her innocent smile behind your back, but she merely waves him off before pulling away to look at you.
โ€œIt is so good to finally meet you!โ€ She exclaims cheerfully, excitement clear in her tone. โ€œIโ€™m Allison. Come in, come in.โ€
You arenโ€™t able to get in a word edge-wise as the woman practically drags you into her home and begins to show you around. A pleasant smelling aroma fills the house from the food that cooks in the kitchen, and animated chatter drifts throughout the hallways as the siblings gather and catch up on each otherโ€™s lives.
โ€œPlease make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything at all.โ€
โ€œThank you, a-and thank you for having me,โ€ you offer with a meek smile, your hands nervously wringing together in front of you. โ€œIโ€™ve heard so much about you all and itโ€™s finally nice to put faces to the names. Iโ€™m y/n.โ€
โ€œWell then, welcome to the family y/n,โ€ Allison notes with a wink before disappearing into the kitchen. You almost jump in surprise when you feel Fiveโ€™s hand rest against your lower back as he leads you into the living room to meet the rest of his siblings.
โ€œReady to enter the lionโ€™s den?โ€ He whispers under his breath, and for a moment you genuinely canโ€™t decipher whether or not heโ€™s joking.
Three men and a woman sit on the couch animatedly discussing the contents of the television show playing on the screen before turning silent at your arrival. The sudden attention makes you nervous, your throat drying up as you harshly swallow down your anxiety.
โ€œLuther, Diego, Lila, Iโ€™d like to introduce you to myโ€ฆ girlfriend,โ€ Five utters after clearing his throat, obviously not familiar with the process of introducing a partner to family. He was still fairly new at this relationship stuff and still struggled at times with opening up. If he didnโ€™t care about you so much he probably wouldnโ€™t even bother, so you appreciate his efforts. โ€œY/n, these are my brothers and my sister-in-law.โ€
โ€œGirlfriend, huh? This is certainly an upgrade from the last one,โ€ Diego teases with a wry chuckle.
โ€œWasnโ€™t the last one a mannequin?โ€ Lila prompts with a raised brow much to Fiveโ€™s dismay.
โ€œShut it,โ€ he warns through clenched teeth, heat crawling up his neck at the mention of Delores. Leave it to those two to bring up his past at the worst time.
โ€œA mannequin?โ€ You repeat unsurely, your features contorted in confusion. Fiveโ€™s eyes widen in panic, but Luther is quick to change the subject on Fiveโ€™s behalf.
โ€œItโ€™s nice to see Five with someone for a change,โ€ he notes with a nervous chuckle in hopes his comment redirects your attention off of the previous topic. โ€œHow did you two meet?โ€
โ€œI work at a coffee shop in town,โ€ you explain with a sheepish smile, and Five visibly relaxes beside you as you start to recount the beginnings of your relationship. A crisis has been avoided thanks to Luther, and for once Five is grateful for his brotherโ€™s conversational skills. โ€œI was the only one who could make his coffee exactly the way he liked it, so he became a regular and would stop by every time I was working. We got to talking, one thing led to another, and, well, here I am.โ€
โ€œWell, I for one think you are much too good for him,โ€ Lila points out to the boyโ€™s annoyance, โ€œbut seeing him less uptight and ornery is a pleasant change.โ€
โ€œThank you for that lovely observation, Lila,โ€ Five retorts sarcastically with a roll of his eyes before escorting you out of the living room before the woman can embarrass him any further.
โ€œDid you really date a mannequin?โ€ You whisper curiously only for Five to immediately redden at your question.
โ€œLetโ€™s not hash out my dating history just right this second,โ€ he instructs you before entering the dining room where a man has just finished setting down a heavy centerpiece on the table while another watches.
โ€œHmm, a little more to the left,โ€ the one with curly hair and heavy eyeliner instructs while scrutinizing its placement. His eyes glance over the table before landing on you and Five in the doorway, and he immediately gasps before rushing over to greet you. โ€œYou must be y/n! Oh, it is so lovely to meet you. Iโ€™m Klaus, Fiveโ€™s favorite brother, of course.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t ever recall saying that,โ€ Five points out with a raised brow and amused smile. Klaus simply rolls his eyes and waves his brother off with a tsk.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to, I can see it in your face,โ€ he dismisses before returning his attention to you. โ€œAnd that handsome man over there is our sweet brother Viktor.โ€
โ€œHey,โ€ Viktor offers with a timid smile and small wave. โ€œNice to see you, welcome to family dinner.โ€
โ€œThank you,โ€ you reply gratefully, โ€œitโ€™s nice to finally meet you all.โ€
โ€œWell, not all of us. A certain someone thinks heโ€™s too good for family dinner,โ€ Klaus huffs in annoyance before turning his attention back to the centerpiece. โ€œDoes that look centered to you?โ€
โ€œIt looks perfect. I love the arrangement youโ€™ve made,โ€ you compliment much to Klausโ€™s delight.
โ€œFinally someone with taste!โ€ He gasps before draping an arm around you much to Fiveโ€™s dismay and guiding you back to the kitchen. โ€œCome, come little one, you can help me pick which napkins to use.โ€
Watching your figures disappear into the hallway, Viktor glances at Five before stating, โ€œI donโ€™t think youโ€™ll be getting her back for a while.โ€
โ€œTrust me, Iโ€™m aware,โ€ the boy sighs in displeasure before heading towards Allisonโ€™s liquor cabinet for a drink.
~~~
Much to Fiveโ€™s surprise, dinner goes off without a hitch. The food is lovely, the conversation is pleasant, and despite your usually shy demeanor you were able to open up rather quickly to his siblings. It was obvious the family took a great liking to you, and his original worries about them scaring you off had been proven irrational and untrue.
From his seat on the couch Five watches as you animatedly converse with Luther and Klaus about a new bakery that just opened up in town, your smile never once leaving your face and their interest in your words never once dwindling. He doesnโ€™t think heโ€™s ever seen you talk this much, and the sight brings a comfortable warmth to his chest at seeing you happy.
โ€œSee? This wasnโ€™t so bad, was it?โ€ Allison goads with a pleased smile. โ€œEveryone had a nice time and y/n fits right in.โ€
โ€œAs much as I hate to say it, Iโ€™m sorry for doubting you,โ€ Five relents with a soft smile. โ€œThis was nice.โ€
โ€œAnd we like y/n, so donโ€™t mess this up,โ€ Lila warns him with a facetious shove to his shoulder. Annoyed by her words, Five rolls his eyes and shrugs away from her touch before refocusing his gaze on you. Your eyes meet for a brief second as you glance out into the living room, and you flash him a quick smile before looking back to Klaus who enthusiastically grabs hold of your hands and begins to demand a trip to the bakery with you while Luther attempts to insert himself into the plan. Despite how annoying his family can be at times, heโ€™d be lying if he said it didnโ€™t bring a smile to see his face to see them all get along with the girl he loves.
โ€œTrust me,โ€ he utters carefully, his voice so uncharacteristically tender it takes the two women by surprise, โ€œIโ€™ll do anything to keep her around for as long as I live.โ€
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๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด: ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ!๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–บ๐—…๐–ฝ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‘ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—†!๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜†: ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž. ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚ ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—’๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ. ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐—. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ ๐—†๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—, ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ.
๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜: ๐Ÿง,๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿง ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ; ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿข,๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿข ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ.
๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ, ๐—Œ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐–บ๐—…๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐—ˆ๐—… (๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—๐— ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„), ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐—‰๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ, ๐—‰ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‘ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—† (๐–ป๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—…), ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€.
๐—ฎ/๐—ป: ๐—‚ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ. ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡, ๐—‚ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—†๐—Ž๐—, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—‚'๐—† ๐—๐—‹๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–บ๐—’๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐— ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‡. ๐—’๐–พ๐–บ๐—, ๐—‚ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’, ๐–พ๐—‘๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‰๐— ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—€๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹.
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"Did you hear Art Donaldson's coming?"
That's all anyone could talk about, Art this, Art that. So what if he was coming? You didn't give a shit. (You did, you always did when it came to him.)
Logically, you knew you might see him here, but emotionally, you were really hoping you wouldn't have to, especially considering there were hundreds of people at the Standford alumni gathering.
Once you'd graduated, you'd left all traces of him behind. Or at least, you tried. His name still popped into your head, his face sometimes even appeared in your dreams at night.
Even worse, promotion for him and Tashi Duncan's book was plastered over half the city of New Jersey. It certainly didn't help that one was on the billboard that you so unfortunately had a view of from the window of your apartment.
Your friendship with him had never been clear, but it had been everything but simple. You had felt there was always something more, with the lingering glances, and the gentle touches.
But all of that had changed when she showed up. Tashi fucking Duncan. You felt robbed, stolen from. As soon as she'd stepped into the picture, Art's attention was solely on her.
So you left. Erased yourself out of his life completely. Distanced your life from his until you both graduated, and never looked back. Well, mostly.
Looking back, maybe it was selfish. But all you knew is that you couldn't bear to watch him fawn over her like a lost puppy. Not when you felt so deeply for him.
You shake your head, trying to break yourself out of your stupor. There's too many people here, and you hate it. You already know everyone will want to ask you about your life, your career.
Once you'd left Stanford, you'd made a name for yourself in the tennis world. You loved winning, but you despised the attention. But you knew it was the price to pay for success. So, you tried to keep as much of your private life out of the headlines as possible.
You needed to clear your head, get some fresh air. And figure out what the hell you were doing here, and why you thought it was a good idea to show up.
Unfortunately, it seems like someone else had the same idea, as you're hit with the smell of smoke as soon as you step outside.
"Needed to get away, too?"
Your heart plummets at the familiar, yet unmistakable voice. The one person you'd prayed you wouldn't have to see. Art Donaldson.
You turn to see him leaning against the rail, taking a drag from his cigarette. You'd almost forgotten how utterly gorgeous he was until you laid your eyes on him, and it seemed like he'd only gotten better with age.
The smoke from the cigarette wafts off into the air, and your eyes lock with his. A moment of silence goes by. You want to greet him briefly and then walk off, but he speaks before you do.
"Long time, no see."
You mentally curse yourself for not being quick enough to have the first word, and nod slightly, an indifferent expression on your face.
"Art Donaldson. Has been a long time, hasn't it?"
He blows out another puff of smoke, eyeing you. He'd be lying if he said he'd forgotten about you. You were someone who had haunted him for years, through his entire marriage with Tashi. He could never forget about you, no matter how much time had passed.
"You haven't changed a bit."
You don't say anything, not quite sure how to respond. It's true, it had been years since you and him had last spoken. But what you didn't know is that he had made an effort to keep up with you. He'd been keeping tabs on how you were doing with your tennis career. He'd never admit it, but he was guilty of googling you, to find only headlines of your tennis wins, and barely anything about your personal life.
It seemed like when you weren't playing tennis, you basically ceased to exist, which he suspected was your choice entirely. Despite the years of zero contact, Art couldn't pretend like he didn't care for you. That he didn't still love you, even if he'd been so incredibly blind to it back in your college days.
"Congratulations, by the way." Art says, alluring to your recent conquest in the tennis world. "Winning gold at the Rio Games is no small feat." He can see in your expression that winning that medal wasn't completely satisfying. Your face tells him that you haven't felt a sense of contentment in a very long time.
He wants to ask you why you disappeared. He'd wanted to for years. But all that comes out is, "How's your family?" Stupid question with an even stupider answer. He wanted to slap himself in the face. He knew your family was a sore topic for you. And yet, he was still coming up with mindless small talk to try to fill the unbearable tension between you.
You sigh. "Fine, minus my bitch of a mother. She passed a couple years ago." Art internally winces. He knew you'd had it bad at home, only living with your mother for most of your life after your father had left when you were nine. You'd moved to California to attended Stanford the moment you'd become a legal age to be on your own.
He sucks in a sharp breath and frowns softly as you talk about your mother's passing. There was no love lost in between you and her, but he didn't want to be cruel and completely insensitive.
"Sorry about that." Art says, taking another hit off his cigarette. He looks at you, taking you in with a sense of wonderment. You had grown into such an incredible woman, and somehow, it seemed like you'd gotten even more beautiful. Your deep colored eyes and sun-kissed skin make his heart best faster. How he's missed you.
You shrug, trying not to show any hint of emotion on your face as you speak. "Eh, don't be. You know she was always a shit mother anyways."
If he was being honest, he'd say your mother was a lot of things- manipulative, selfish, abusive- but he would've been lying if Art said that he didn't want to protect you back then.
Looking back at it now, there's so many things he could've done differently back then, like be a better friend. Maybe even a better boyfriend, if he'd had the chance. His mouth opens as if he's going to say something stupid, but Art closes it and instead says, "Why'd you disappear? Why don't we talk?"
Your eyebrows raise slightly, at his inquiry. Truth be told, he knows what you don't talk anymore. He knows he fucked up, majorly. But he's relieved when you don't immediately snap at him, or worse. You always did have a short fuse.
"And how do you know I disappeared? Have you been keeping tabs on me?"
He looks at you, eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Art raises his brows, "You're not seriously asking me that. You're one of the best tennis players out there. You went radio silent." He pauses, before saying in a slightly teasing way, "You're the one who should've been keeping tabs on me."
You scoff, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "I don't have to. You and Tashi are plastered over half the buildings and billboards in Jersey." Jersey. Jersey? He was surprised you moved there out of all places. You'd always expressed a dislike for it back then.
Art chuckles at your response. "What, don't you like Jersey?" He jokes, flicking the cigarette away. He turns his body to look at you, studying your expression. "But seriously. Why did you drop off the face of the earth?" He's not going to tell you that he'd looked for you, even though he had. It was a few searches on Google, a few emails. You'd just vanished.
His mouth opens again, this time not backing down from what he really wanted to say. "And don't give me some bullshit excuse either." It sounds more like a command to you than anything. Art is really trying to keep himself from saying all the things he's wanted to say for years.
The thinly veiled frustration lining his voice sends a rush of anger through you. Who does he think he is, ordering you around?
"Don't speak to me that way. Like you have some type of control over me."
It's then Art knows he's screwed up, letting that irritation seep into his tone. He knows he doesn't have any control over you. He never has, and never will. He doesn't want to control you. He just wants you again.
"I'm not. I know I don't have control over you. But did you forget that I was once your friend?" Friend. It pains him to even call you that. You were always more, even though he was completely sucked into Tashi's orbit, like she was the sun. She wasn't. Art stands taller, his broad shoulders straight, his eyes never pulling away from yours.
"Were we, though? You dropped me for Tashi the second she showed up, and you wonder why I haven't reached out?"
Art's teeth grind in his mouth. "That's not fair." He says gruffly, even though he's lying through his teeth. "I didn't drop you. If I remember correctly, you were the one who left." He's getting agitated, his heart starting to race, his hands starting to clench into fists.
But not towards you. God, never you. He'd rather die than ever cause you harm. But the thing is, you weren't wrong. That's exactly what he did.
"I left because I knew if I stuck around, it would never stop hurting me."
That's when Art knows, getting involved with Tashi was the worst thing he ever did. It cost him his friendship with Patrick, his love for tennis. It cost him you.
He knew that your words were laced with truth, that he truly was the root of the heartache that you felt. And he'd do anything to take it back. But he couldn't. The only thing be could do now it try to make it right.
As for his feelings, that's another can of worms Art doesn't even want to open. He'd always had feelings for you, feelings that he thought would go away. But no, years later, they were still as present as ever. He wished he hadn't been so blind.
"I've always been second to Tashi. I couldn't ever compete with her, Art."
He swallows hard. Deep down, he knows it's true. Back in your college days, he was so focused on Tashi that he'd failed to notice what was right in front of him.
Art's heart hurt for you. But even though he knew how much he'd hurt you, how selfish he'd been, he couldn't help but get upset at your words.
"You could never complete?" He huffs through clenched teeth, shaking his head. "God, you just don't get it, do you?" Art steps forward, his body almost towering over you.
Rationally, he knows this isn't the right time or place, and maybe there won't ever be a right time or place. But you're here, now, and he won't lose you again without telling you how he feels.
A sudden heat washes over your body as he steps closer, his breath hitting your face.
"You could never, ever compete with Tashi, but not because you aren't good enough." His hand shoots up to touch your cheek, a soft touch to your skin. His thumb runs against your bottom lip, gently.
Everything in you screams for you to back away, go before you get hurt again. But you find yourself mesmerized by those same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago.
Art's voice is low and deep as he continues, his eyes never leaving yours. "You could never compete with her because I was stupid, I was stupid enough to fall in love with you first. But I pushed you away."
The confession is whispered, and you can hardly believe what he's said. What is going on? Art Donaldson is standing in front of you, declaring his love after years of no contact and a failed marriage to another.
"Art, I..." You don't know what to say. Your brain is mush, your head filled with a million thoughts, your heart threatening to pound out of your chest. You're missed, you're resented, you're loved, and now all you want to do is kiss him.
His hand cupping your cheek begins to slide down to your neck and his other hand slips around your waist, softly tugging you against him. His fingers slide through your hair and Art's eyes are on you, watching you, taking you in.
"I have loved you since we were kids. I was so stupid to not notice it before." He whispers, his breath hitching and his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. "And I have never been able to get you out of my head or my heart. And I am sick and tired of pretending like you aren't the love of my goddamn life."
There isn't any hint of malice, or treachery in his eyes, and he hopes to God that you know that. He knows he can't ever take back the pain he caused you, but he wants to try even if it kills him.
With that, Art kisses you. It's hot, it's needy, and it's passionate as all hell. Your body is responding to him in ways you didn't even know was possible. As he continues to pour all his love for you into that kiss, it picks up in pace, until you feel Art's teeth biting your lip. Your mouth opens to respond, but his tongue slips inside your mouth, causing a low moan to hum out of you. Your tongues slide against each other, your bodies pressed together tightly.
Art can't help himself as his hands explore every inch of your body. One hand is buried in your hair, but the other is traveling down, exploring the bare skin of your back. You arch into him, your fingers digging into his shirt.
You taste like nicotine and beer, you taste like home, a flavor that makes him all that much hungrier for you. He lets out a low groan as he slips his hands into the back of your pants, causing you to moan into his mouth.
Art is starting to lose control and knows that if he doesn't stop this now, he'll take you right here in the grass outside the reunion. He doesn't want your first time to be like this. Not when there's been so much grief getting here, so much pain he's caused to you.
Reluctantly, he rips his mouth off of yours, pulling away slightly. Both of you are panting heavy, your cheeks flushed.
Art doesn't say anything at first. His eyes rake over your disheveled appearance, your lips swollen, your hair out of place. He's sure he looks just as bad. Clearing his throat, he mutters a soft apology. "This isn't happening here. Can I..." He's about to say that he wants to take you back to his hotel.
You nod quickly, eyes blown wide with desire, but with love, too. "Y-yeah. Yeah." After all this time, not seeing him, you'll be damned if you let him slip through your fingers again.
That's all Art needs to hear. He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers before leading the way to his car. Thank god the reunion was being hosted at a hotel, or Art wouldn't have been able to control himself.
After getting into the car, Art speeds out of the parking lot, his hand never letting go of yours. The drive back is a bit of a blur, his focus solely on you.
When you arrive at his hotel, Art is pulling you down the hallway, your lips connected like two magnets, unable to stay away from each other. Every step is like a challenge as you make your way to the room. All the while, you both stumble over your own feet until you feel your back against the door. You moan into his mouth once more, pulling at Art's shirt, before your kiss is broken by a panting Art.
"Wait," Art whispers, his voice soft. His eyes look at you in the dark of the hallway, his breath coming in hard pants. He's about to ask you if you want this, but your lips meeting his, your hands exploring his bare chest underneath the shirt, is all the answer he needs. He fumbles around for the handle of the door, trying to put the key card in, and it seems like an eternity until you stumble into the room.
Once inside the bedroom, Art is pulling you on top of him on the bed, his body desperate for you to be closer. You shift in his lap, pressing yourself against him, his hardness against your thigh. You gasp, hands running down his chest. Your lips remain locked as your fingers explore each other. Art is running his hands under your shirt, exploring your waist and sides eagerly.
And that's when Art's brain is hit with a sudden realization. He pulls back, breathing heavily, "Wait. We need to stop." He says, his voice firm. Art's eyes find you, and your brow is furrowed as you look at him with confusion and desire.
"What is it?" You ask, your breathing shallow. Art's hands on your sides make you shiver, his touch awakening every inch of your body. "Do you..." You pause, watching his face, "Do you not want this?" Your voice is soft and questioning.
His hands on your sides grip tighter as he answers, "God no, I want this. I want you. I just..." Art can feel the words catch in his throat, but then the question slips out, "Do you love me? I just... I don't want this to be just a causal thing, you know? I finally have you, and I don't want to lose you again." He waits for you to answer, the words hanging in the air. Your breath hitches in his ears.
The anxiety coursing through your veins deflates at his response, and you laugh quietly. "Are you dense? Of course. I've loved you since we were sixteen."
And that is what he's been waiting for. Art can feel a smile spread across his lips, his heart swelling as he pulls you in for a kiss. It's not a kiss filled with the same desire as before. It's filled with love and joy, full of passion and promise.
His hand moves to your back, gently caressing your back, before he flips the two of you so that he's leaning over you, his body still pressed against yours.
His mouth moves down to your neck, pressing wet kisses along your skin, while his hands slide up your sides to tease the waistband of your jeans. He can feel your fingers burying themselves in his hair, your back arching just slightly.
Art can feel the neediness as your touch urges him closer and closer. You're tugging at his shirt, your breath coming out in short stutters. He feels your mouth trail down his neck and Art's hands fumble with your jeans, desperately working on the zipper and pushing them off.
As soon as your jeans are off, he presses his body against you again, his hips rocking into yours. A low moan slips out of Art's mouth as your bodies grind into each other, his mouth finding yours, hungry and hot.
Art can feel your nails dig into his shoulders. He's gripping your thigh, his hand slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin, feeling his need rise like a raising fire in his stomach.
You gasp out, fingers pushing at his shirt, desperate to see more. More of him. "Off- off. I wanna see you."
Your gasp makes his heart flutter and Art can't help but groan into your mouth as you say those words. "Yeah..." He mutters against your lips, his body hot and needy against yours.
Art lets go of you and lifts his shirt off, tossing it to the floor, revealing his hard, toned abdomen and built chest. His eyes search your face, watching you take in sight of him and waiting for approval.
God, he's beautiful. Like a damn sculpture in a museum. You lean up to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his chest, taking a moment to gently tug on his nipple with your teeth. If that isn't a sign of your approval, then he doesn't know what is.
Art bites the inside of his lip to muffle his moan. The feeling of your teeth on him is like electricity on his skin and he can't help the whimper that slips out of his mouth. His own teeth graze the skin of your neck, sucking slightly.
He wants you, needs you. And you are making it painfully obvious that the feeling is mutual. He moans into your mouth as Art pushes you gently back into the mattress as he slides between your thighs.
And then his body is pressing against you again, and you're both back to grinding against each other, the friction making you both moan. It's hot and sweat-inducing, passionate and fast. Art's hands are reaching for your bra and tugging it off, needing to feel your skin on his.
The minute the bra hits the floor, he's touching you again, his hands trailing down from your chest to your hips. His mouth finds yours again, your kiss a needy, hard, hungry mess of tongue and teeth.
Art is painfully hard, desperate for you. His hips are rocking, his breath coming hot and needy as you grind together. The pleasure is starting to build, and he can feel your own neediness growing.
He's got to be inside you. Every part of his body is screaming with that need, but he's so desperately trying to hold back. It's not just Art, though. You're needy, as well, your moans and whines telling him exactly what you want.
Art's hand slides down your body, and pauses just above the band of your panties, looking at you in a silent question of consent. When you nod, his hand slip into your underwear, his fingers touching your wetness. He can feel you gasp against his mouth, and Art's fingers rub teasing circles against your cunt. "You're so beautiful." He whispers against your mouth, desperate and needy, "And you're all mine." He's never sounded so possessive before and it shocks him.
But you can't get enough of it. After years of longing, years of pining, he's finally looking at you. He loves you. You moan in his ear, hips canting into his touch.
And then Art's fingers are slipping inside you, pumping slowly as you kiss and press into each other. The way you moan, the way your body reacts, makes Art moan with you, unable to keep himself quiet. He's drowning in your scent and your skin, everything in this room is you.
One of your arms wraps around his neck, as you gasp, moan, and pant into his ear. You're squeezing around his fingers, as his name falls from your lips like a vow. "Oh, oh, God- Art- fuck, don't stop-"
Art's fingers are pumping harder and faster, driven by the sound of his name spilling from your lips. Your moans fill his ears, the sounds and the way you're saying your name makes his neediness all the more desperate. He's desperate to make you cum, to see you come undone because of him.
It isn't long before you feel that familiar coil building in your stomach. "I'm gon- fuck-" You're so close, he can feel it.
He moans into your mouth, shifting down as his fingers work harder, his thumb finding your cunt. "Yeah?" He whispers, his mouth trailing down your neck. "You gonna come for me, baby?"
You gasp out hoarsely, muscles tightening. "Yes! Fuck, mhm-" Your eyes threaten to roll back back, as your jaw goes slack at your upcoming orgasm.
Art can feel you trembling against him, your body shaking as his hands work. This is the effect he has in you and it's driving him crazy. He's panting with his own neediness, but watching and hearing you is what's doing him in. "Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me." He whispers, feeling you clench around his fingers.
"I'm-" You cut yourself off as Art's fingers hit just the right spot. Your nails dig into his shoulders, and you're gasping out into his shoulder, mostly incoherent swears as your muscles clench and your orgasm washes over you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- so good, so good-" The sight of you is something he never wants to forget. Eyes fluttering, mouth agape, your moans rising in pitch.
Art can feel a groan escape as he watches you orgasm, his fingers still working to bring you over the edge. You're a perfect picture of ecstasy, flushed pink and trembling against him. "God, you're gorgeous." He moans out, feeling your thighs tremble.
A moment later, he's pulling his hands away from your body, his own neediness growing more desperate. He kisses you, deep and hard, before murmuring in her ear. "Turn over for me, sweetheart."
You're a little shaky as you let him shift and roll you over on your stomach, but you're all too willing. Art's hands are sliding up your soft thighs, his touch gentle with so much love. He's pressed against you again, his mouth leaving kisses up your spine, before he's pulling a cushion under your hips.
His teeth sink into the soft skin of your shoulder as he grinds against you again, moaning into your shoulder; the friction and neediness is driving him insane. "I need you." He whispers, his voice thick with need.
You can feel him pressing against you, his desperate need all too apparent. You moan into the pillow in response, pushing back slightly against him. You whine softly as his teeth bite your shoulder, a low shudder running through your body. "Then take me." You moan, arching your back to press firmly against him.
You're driving him absolutely mad. Art's hands grip your hips, fingers pressing into the delicate skin before pulling you up against him. He's panting in your ear, "Yeah? You want me, baby? Tell me his much you need me." His own neediness is making him desperate.
Your hand reaches back to tangle your fingers in his hair, gasping into his ear. "Please, please, Art- need you to fill me up- need you so bad-"
Art's brain doesn't have time to register your words because he's moaning against your skin and rocking needily against you. His teeth bite your shoulder again as he pants out, desperate, "Yeah, honey, anything- anything you want- I'm yours." He whispers, almost incoherent in his desire for you.
His head dips down to your ear, panting into it and shifting slightly. "Do I need a condom, sweetheart?" He moans, his voice huskier than before. His hands are running down your sides again, the touch almost like a soothing caress before they settle on your waist.
You gasp out, hips still rolling back against his, desperate for friction. "No- I'm on birth control-"
Art nearly sags in relief. He would've used a condom if he needed to, but the thought of going raw inside you makes him to absolutely feral.
"God, you're perfect." He moans, one of his hands trailing back down to your hips and gripping them tightly. He's still moaning needily, your words only driving him further towards the edge. His forehead presses to the back of your neck, his breath hit and needy on your skin. "Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart."
When he finally slides into you, his eyes roll into the back of his head. You're so warm, so soft, so perfect. And the way you're gripping into his hair as he enters you is so goddamn good. You're tugging on locks of his blonde hair, as his body is draped over your back, skin to skin, and it takes effort not to cum then and there.
Art is panting into your neck, his body draped over yours like a living blanket. Your body is perfect under his, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back into him, as he pants out, "You feel so good, sweetheart. God- can you-" His words are cut off as he bites the nape of your neck, and he's moaning, needy and incoherent.
He's pressed fully into you, surrounded by heat and pleasure. It's driving him crazy, but then you're pulling his hair and he's moaning against your skin, shuddering slightly. You're perfect, all of you, and Art's lost in you.
One of your hands stays tangled in his hair, and the other is curled tightly into the sheets as he thrusts into you, your body rocking forward with each one. Your breasts are bouncing slightly as he fucks you, and you're gasping and moaning pleas of his name, incoherent swears, and begging him not to stop.
And Art is thrusting into you, moaning and panting like a wild animal. His hands are gripping your hips, his own breaths coming out hot and needy against your shoulder. His own moans are spilling out, broken up by his words. "God, baby- you feel so good- so perfect-" He's practically whimpering with need, his face buried in your shoulder. "Want you so bad- honey- God-"
You're driving him insane with your gasps and moans, and Art's words are losing syllables, become more incoherent and slurred with his thrusts. You're perfect, and he can feel a pressure building low in his stomach. He's shaking, the pleasure becoming too much as he gasps out, "Sweetheart, I'm close- gonna-"
He's close, the pressure growing, and he's babbling mindlessly now, his words broken up by moans and gasps. "God- gonna come- don't stop-" He's whimpering into your shoulder, his hand traveling down to your waist and holding you like a vice.
He's pulling you back as he thrusts forward into you, and the pressure and pleasure are too much. His fingers dig into your waist, and Art can feel himself fall over the edge. He's moaning, gasping out your name as his nails dig into your skin, his breath hit against your shoulder.
It's only a moment before he's reaching down to rub figure eights against your cunt, desperate to make you cum.
And he's barely coming down from his own climax, still shuddering and gasping, yet his hands are moving already. He's touching you, fingers rubbing circles against your cunt, desperate to bring you over the edge with him. "Come on, baby. Come on-" He's whining, breath hot against your skin, as he continues his efforts, desperate for your peak.
You're close, he can feel it. You're trembling under his touch and Art's fingers are working faster and faster, begging you, "Please- please- come on- please-" And then you're arching your back against him, shuddering and gasping as you cum under his touch.
Art's eyes roll back into his skull as you come under his fingers and on his cock, a desperate whine slipping out of his mouth. He'd almost forgotten how wonderful your orgasms are. You're ethereal. "God- sweetheart-" He's moaning, pulling you closer, desperate to keep touching you and feel you shaking against him.
He's panting, his forehead pressing to the nape of your neck. His head us spinning from the onslaught of pleasure, his body trembling slightly. He's panting and shivering and still buried deep in you, and all he can think about is still you. Your skin, your scent, your body. His brain can't catch up.
It takes a few minutes before he's come down enough to pull away from you, slipping out of you slowly yet reluctantly. He's still whimpering in your ear, kissing your shoulder reverently. There's a gentle smile pulling at his lips as his arms wrap around you and pull you closer, wanting to feel more skin to skin contact.
Everything else slips away as his body is pressed against yours, legs tangled and skin on skin. Art's body is still buzzing from his orgasm, but right now, you're his one and only focus. He's whispering in your ear, mindless praise and sweet words he wouldn't dare say to anyone else. "God, baby- you're perfect. You're everything- I could drown in you and die happy."
You giggle softly, basking in the afterglow. After so long, you're here, with him. And he loves you. By God, does he love you. He reaches out to tuck a sweat soaked piece of hair behind your ear, pausing to gently run his thumb over your cheekbone. "I love you."
You can't help the exhausted grin that creeps onto your face when you hear that. "I love you, too."
He contains to murmur gentle words and praises, although his words are broken up by soft kisses to your shoulder. It's been years since he's felt this kind of pleasure. Years since he felt so content, so at home. Art hadn't realized how much he'd missed it- missed you. Right now, his only desire is to hold onto you, keep you as close as possible, and never let you go again.
Not that you'd even dream of leaving him again.
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