#i am not getting that bastard her own pillow

[vivitalks]

Cat pillow solves issues

(the cat being the pillow. Getting the cat a pillow will just mean it has another thing to ignore)

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this is a nice idea for any cat who wouldn't bite my face off if i attempted to use it as a pillow

[laswells-ashtray]

Top three COD ships, who tops for each one? (silly)(im a bit delirious tbh-)

I'm so glad someone asked this so I can needlessly spread my opinions. And no, I will not stick to three ships because this is a shipyard type of blog.

AleRudy - Alejandro tops but when Rudy feels like it he's a mean bottom so he's usually in charge, not that Alejandro cares. He likes them mean and bossy. Rodolfo looks at him like Alejandro is dirt he'd like to step on and Alejandro gets hard so fast that it leaves him dizzy.

NikPrice - Nikolai tops, surprising nobody. If John ever does then it's because his adrenaline is through the roof and he's suffering from "if I don't fuck that Russian now then I'll die" disease. But he's content to get his face smashed into the pillows as he's fucked within an inch of his life by a man who's asking him if they're getting dinner when they're done.

GhostSoap - I like to think sometimes they switch it up, Soap is usually the bottom and he's more than fucking happy with that but occasionally they switch it up. This leads to my next point, big fan of Ghost who bottoms and starts off grunting and groaning the way he typically does, even taunting Soap. "That the best you can do, Johnny? Starting to think the only thing you're good for is humping my boot like a mutt." Cut to him fucked brainless making these pathetic half-pleading sounds as he tries to ask Johnny ever so nicely to please let him cum. I am a pathetic bottom Ghost truther in a Ghoap context.

SoapGaz - There is no top. They get drunk, make out sloppily and rub off on eachother until they both cum. Then they drink more. They see no problem with this, why not help your lads out when they need it? It's bromance.

GhostPrice - Ghost tops. This does not change the fact that he's the needier of the two in his own rugged, manly, English way. Just because he's getting the captussy does not mean that John will stop being his captain, if he wants a good lay then he'll fucking earn it. If Nikolai is also involved then John still bottoms, now he just has two big bastards looking after him.

If you add Graves into the NikPrice occasion then Nikolai still tops, he just has twice as much work to do when his greys start coming in and the two men notice.

I have a weird amount of Price ships, he's just too gay but PriceGaz switch despite what everyone thinks and neither has a preference although if you got Gaz drunk enough then he'd admit that there is very little that compares to the feeling of topping the Captain Price.

I've already shared my opinions on Laswell and her wife, if I'm talking about the lesbians of all time then they get their own post.

[gojozballs]

Gojo x Reader "How To Escape A Yandere"

Warning: [This story contains themes of Yandere behavior, manipulation, obsessive love, psychological tension, explicit content, self-harm, and dark themes including death and captivity]

Materialist

Gojo Satoru’s obsessive love traps Y/N in a dangerous, yandere relationship as she desperately tries to escape, blurring the lines between captivity and affection.

Author's POV

Four months. That’s how long Y/N had been stuck in this bizarre, unhinged chapter of her life. Four months since she’d wandered into Japan, thinking she was just ticking off items on her bucket list, and well, she still couldn’t quite figure out how she ended up being the personal prisoner of a man with white hair and a ridiculously cocky grin. But here we are. Four months of high-end apartments, luxury cars, and far too much—Gojo Satoru.

But let's rewind, shall we? To the beginning, when life was much simpler. When she was just a regular tourist, trying to figure out what to eat for dinner. And then, of course, there was that one fateful evening in Shibuya...

Shibuya Streets – 9 PM

Y/N stood in the middle of Shibuya’s neon-lit chaos, wondering if she should check out the ramen shop across the street or maybe that weird little café that looked like it was run by a very angry cat. The possibilities were endless, her trip was unfolding like a tourist's dream but nothing could have prepared her for the interruption that would lead to her captivity.

There he was. A literal vision of perfection, strutting down the street like he owned the whole damn place. White hair, a long black coat that looked like it was made by some world-renowned designer, and a scarf that screamed "I’m too cool to care about the weather." He was practically glowing in the dark, making the neon lights look drab in comparison. And Y/N? She did what any sensible person would do.

She stared.

Not subtlety. None. She wasn’t here for a shy glances situation. No, she was staring, and she was making it known. If she could’ve put on a neon sign that said “LOOK AT ME” she would’ve.

And look at her he did. Their eyes met. The universe, for a brief moment, paused and then everything went into slow motion. Y/N gave him the most casual, confident smirk she could muster. She was practically inviting him to make his move. And boy, did he.

He walked toward her with that strut, the kind of walk that says, “I know you’re impressed. Don’t bother hiding it.” And when he reached her, he didn’t even waste time on pleasantries.

“Well, may I know the name of the lady who’s been blatantly staring at me?”

Y/N blinked. He was speaking in her language. Which, okay, wasn’t exactly a shocker, after all but there was something extra about the way he said it. So smooth, like he knew she’d been checking him out the whole time. She wasn’t even that subtle.

Y/N, being the person she was, didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled and replied, “Well, hello there, sir. I’m Y/N. And who might you be to captivate me so much?”

Gojo chuckled, a sound that was like a warm breeze, and for a moment, Y/N actually considered the possibility that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. But hey, when in Rome or, well, Shibuya right?

“The question isn't who I am,” he said with that signature cocky grin. “It’s why you can’t take your eyes off me.”

Y/N felt a surge of excitement. This was a game. A thrilling, dangerous game. And, of course, she was all in.

“Well,” she purred, “you’ll just have to find out.”

Getting To Know Each Other

Y/N wasn’t sure how it happened. Honestly. One minute she was exchanging playful banter with Gojo Satoru, and the next bam! they were tangled in the sheets of a five-star hotel room, breathing heavily, both far too into each other for their own good.

Gojo, the smug bastard, leaned back on the pillows and let out a satisfied sigh. “Didn’t take you for a woman with experience,” he teased, his voice low and lazy.

Y/N, who was already not in the mood to let him win any round, raised an eyebrow and gave him a playful side-eye. “Well, I didn’t take you for a guy who whimpers.”

She swore she saw a flicker of surprise flash in his eyes, and it made her grin like a devil. Gojo, the untouchable, the most powerful person in Japan whimpering? he thought. Oh, this was getting good.

“You should know,” Gojo said, propping himself up on his elbows, “you were way more vocal than me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning innocence. “I didn’t realize that.”

“Really?” Gojo’s voice was a dangerous whisper. “Well, let’s check again, shall we?”

And just like that, another round began.

Present

Now, four months into this unplanned, absurdly complicated mess of an adventure, Y/N had one very simple, very clear goal: escape.

But there was just one tiny problem. Gojo Satoru. The man was everywhere. Literally. She tried to leave for groceries, and boom, there he was, “accidentally” showing up at the store. She tried to sneak out at night, and suddenly, there he was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“You know, Y/N,” he’d say with that maddening grin, “you can’t run away from me. You’re mine now.”

It was cute at first. But after a while, it got... not so cute. The guy was like a relentless puppy that you couldn’t shake off, except the puppy had limitless power and a twisted sense of humor.

And the worst part? Sometimes, just sometimes, Y/N found herself thinking: What if I didn’t escape?

But nah, that thought was far too dangerous, and she quickly shoved it to the back of her mind. For now, she was focusing on how to, once again, dodge Gojo’s very real and very possessive grasp. But if you ask her, she might just tell you that escaping was a little overrated.

Because let’s face it, Gojo Satoru was a whole lot of trouble, but damn, was he fun to mess with.

Still, if she really wanted to escape a yandere like him, she’d have to get creative. Pretend to like his weird, obsessive affection? Nah, that’s too much of a horror show even for her. The trick? A mix of patience, subtle sabotage like hiding his sunglasses good luck going anywhere without those, Gojo and a touch of psychological warfare. And if that didn’t work, well, maybe she’d just have to fake an even more ridiculous obsession than his and watch him lose his mind. It was a gamble, but Y/N was good at playing games especially when the stakes were her freedom. She doesn’t care about the consequences; all she knows is that she will escape."

The Only Way Out Is to Get Help

First things first: I need to get help. It’s my only shot at escaping from him. If I can reveal Gojo’s true nature, maybe I’ll stand a chance. Every Saturday, a blonde guy in a suit and another man would come over. Gojo always tells me to stay in the room. He doesn’t hide me away from them, but he doesn’t let me interact with them either. So, the timing is crucial. It’s 5 PM now, and they’ll be here around 7. My mission? Stay out of that damn room before he locks me in.

I smile sweetly, playing my part. "Hey, would you let me make you some apple pie tonight? I’ve got all the ingredients." I settle into his lap, his hand sliding possessively over my thigh. One thing about Gojo Satoru? He’s obsessed with sweets, and I know this will keep me out of the room, at least for a little while.

"Aww, baby, you’re the best!" he gushes, and before I can pull away, his lips find mine in a flurry of kisses. I smirk internally. He’s so easy to manipulate when it comes to his weaknesses. This could work if I time it just right.

In the kitchen, I hear the door creak open. I don’t see them, but I know they’ve arrived. The penthouse is huge, but I can hear the sound of their voices echoing down the hall. Gojo’s voice, sharp and commanding, calls out to me.

"Sweetcheeks! How’s the pie going?"

I freeze. My heart starts racing. What if he makes me go to the room? I scramble to keep my composure. "Well, it’s almost done, but I need to keep an eye on it," I stammer. My hands tremble as I pour juice into two glasses. I need to move fast. I can’t let him lock me away.

"Alright, I’ll just be over here for a second… Stay away from the visitors, yeah?" Gojo’s voice isn’t a suggestion it’s a threat. I nod hastily, hoping to hide my anxiety.

This is it. I take a deep breath and make my move.

I step into the living room, hands shaking slightly as I walk toward the two men. They glance at me, and then they stand up, clearly taken off guard by my sudden appearance. The blonde man gives me a polite smile, but there’s something too practiced about it.

"Good evening."

"You didn’t have to. We’re leaving soon anyway," the other man says, his voice neutral as he glances at the juice in my hands.

I can’t waste time. This is my only chance. "Listen to me closely," I say, voice shaking with urgency. "I need to get out of here right now. Please… you have to help me."

Both men look at me, but there’s no shock, no surprise just a quiet understanding, like they’ve heard this before. The blonde man steps closer, his eyes searching mine. "What do you mean?"

My heart pounds in my chest as I spill everything, my voice trembling. "I’m being held captive! By that man. I’ve been here for months! Against my will!" My words come out in a rush, desperate to get them to understand.

But their reactions are not what I expect.

The blonde man simply tilts his head. "Seems like Gojo-san’s stories weren’t exaggerated after all."

I blink, completely thrown off. What the hell do they mean by that? They’re... acting like this is normal?

The smaller man in the suit adds, almost casually, "Well, that’s just Gojo for you."

I stand there, frozen, my mind reeling. They’re not even reacting like it’s a big deal. No shock, no concern just another day at the office for them. It feels as though they’ve seen this all before, as if it’s just another facet of Gojo Satoru that they’ve come to accept. They don’t question it. They don’t intervene.

Before I can ask any more, Gojo’s voice cuts through the air, laced with a dark warning. "Causing a scene, sweetcheeks? I told you to stay away from them."

His hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. There’s no playfulness in his gaze now just raw, unrelenting darkness. "Do you want to see another man that badly?"

And then it hits me. I understand the twisted truth. Gojo isn’t keeping me away from them to protect me. He’s doing it out of jealousy, that sick, possessive urge to control every inch of my life.

The worst part? These men... they’re not surprised. They don’t care. They just accept that this is Gojo’s way, and that’s how things are. There’s no saving me from this nightmare.

I shiver, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. I have to find another way because if I stay here any longer, I might lose whatever little of myself I have left.

Freedom in Death

It’s been two weeks since I tried my first escape, two weeks since my wrists were marked by the desperate attempt. The bruises are healing, but the frustration? That never fades. Sure, Gojo’s given me everything: luxury gifts, food so expensive it could make anyone feel guilty, and experiences I’d never known existed before I met him. I should be happy, right? But no, I’m suffocating. It’s not the lavish life I thought I’d always wanted.

I need to disappear. The plan this time? To vanish completely, to make myself a ghost. The thought that Gojo could easily erase me from existence, make me a missing person without even breaking a sweat, has been haunting my every thought. He has power that could bury me without a trace.

I’m already numb, the luxury around me like glitter on a dead body.

“Y/n, babyyyy, I bought caviar for dinner!” Gojo’s voice cuts through the heavy silence, too cheerful for the mood I’m in. I hate it, that forced brightness in his tone that only makes me feel more like a prisoner than anything else. He’s always there, smiling, watching, like I’m just one more toy to add to his collection.

I sigh, my breath heavy as I reply, “Alright, let me just wash up.” My voice is flat, detached, like I’m talking through a haze. It doesn’t matter, though. He wouldn’t care. I walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Not that it’ll stop him. Gojo can break anything, but for now, I’ll indulge myself in this small act of control.

The tub is cold. I keep my clothes on as I sit down, the knife beside me gleaming with dark potential. This is it. I can end it all. No more hiding. No more pretending I don’t want to escape from the nightmare of Gojo’s love. He thinks he’s the sun, that he can shine on everyone and anyone—but not me.

I lift the blade slowly, positioning it on my wrist. The cold steel makes my heart race, my fingers trembling as I whisper into the silence, “I hope you take karma for this, Gojo Satoru.”

The first cut stings. I let out a shaky breath, watching the blood spill out like it’s finally leaving the prison inside me. I don’t stop there. No, I dig deeper. I carve out my pain, feeling the red warmth spread. I welcome the dizziness, the fading light. It’s almost... peaceful.

But then... his voice.

“Sweetcheek, why are you taking so long in there?” Gojo knocks, his voice casual, like he’s asking me about dinner, not about what I’m about to do. I don’t answer.

He doesn’t try to break down the door, which is laughable. He doesn’t know. He thinks I’m just taking a long bath, but he’s wrong.

I’m dying in here.

I can hear his footsteps getting closer. I can hear his stupid, careless voice call my name. “Y/n? Baby?” The door rattles, and then I feel his hands, pulling me into his chest, his breath hitching as he realizes what I’ve done.

I smile weakly, feeling the world spin. This is satisfying, in a way. His panic, his desperation. The way he holds me like I’m a fragile thing that could break. But he doesn’t understand.

“Y/n?! Baby? No, no, no...” His voice cracks, and my heart stabs like the knife in my wrist. Tears? Is he crying? Oh, how deliciously unexpected. I want to laugh.

But I don’t have the strength.

“Don’t you close your eyes, baby,” he says, his voice trembling, his hands shaking as they press against my skin. "This isn't over."

And then everything fades to black...

I wake up in a bed I didn’t ask for. A bed surrounded by the faint scent of antiseptic, the echo of voices too close, too suffocating.

“She’ll be fine now, Satoru,” a woman’s voice says. It’s calm, too calm.

“Maybe you should stay here in the meantime, just to be sure, Shoko,” Gojo’s weak voice follows, barely above a whisper.

“She’s fine. Just keep an eye on her like you always do,” the woman, Shoko, says. I can almost hear the roll of her eyes, the distance in her words.

And then I realize it. I’m still here. I’m still trapped. I couldn’t even escape with death.

I want to scream...

A month has passed with Satoru never leaving for work, staying by my side to ensure I won't try anything like that again. The days drag on, but I force myself to heal, to put on the appearance of recovery. Because as soon as I’m whole again, another plan will begin. And this time, nothing will stop me...

Yandere by Choice, Not by Heart

If I could match his vibe back then, I could definitely do it again. You know, the whole “pretend to be just as obsessed” routine until he finally cracks and gives me the freedom I want. So far, this little game has been almost too easy. He thinks I’m just needy, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize freedom. The one thing I’ve learned about Gojo Satoru? He’s a busy man, and he takes his job seriously. If I can keep up this act, I can make him so wrapped up in me that he’ll fold. At least, that’s the plan.

As I feel his arms slip from around me, I can tell the routine is starting. He’s always so punctual, always so... serious about his work. It’s cute, really, but today? Not today, not when I need him to stay in bed with me just a little longer.

“Toruuu…” I whined, pulling him back to me. “Where you going?”

He froze, half standing and half leaning over, looking like the workaholic he is. I took that as my cue and immediately tugged him back down, burying my face in his chest and sniffing him like he’s some kind of scent-filled snack. Just like he does to me. His scent? Pure temptation.

“Oh sweet cheeks, what’s up with you?” He chuckled, his voice a low, smooth purr as he stroked my hair. “You know it’s time for me to get ready for work.”

I made a dramatic, exaggerated groan. “But I need you hereeee.”

Mentally, I cringed at my own words. Did I just say that? Yeah, I did. Whatever. He loves it. He’s not going anywhere. He’s gonna stay with me and—wait for it—skip work for me.

“Oh, really?” Gojo chuckled, his arms tightening around me as if he’s considering it. “Alright, since you’ve never been this sweet, maybe I’ll skip today.”

Yes! Victory! My first win. I mentally fist-pumped, but on the outside, I kept the act up, batting my lashes at him like I had no idea what I was doing.

"Thank you, Toru," I said in my best innocent voice, nuzzling into him. “I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Days Passed...

My plan? Keep turning up the obsession. I’m practically a step away from being more needy than he is. And you know what? It’s working. Slowly but surely, it’s working.

There was that one day when I insisted we shower together. Nothing too extreme, just a bit of skin-to-skin to remind him that, yes, I am always this close to him.

“Mm, I love when we shower together,” I purred, pretending to casually reach for the shampoo, brushing my body against his.

Gojo smirked, his usual cocky grin spreading across his face. “Yeah? You just want to see me naked.”

“Maybe,” I teased, “but mostly, I just love when you're all wet and slippery.”

His eyes darkened for a second, but he quickly recovered. “You're a mess, you know that?”

“Oh, but I’m your mess.” I grinned up at him.

He just laughed, as if he enjoyed every second of it. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if he should be more amused or concerned.

But wait, there’s more.

I also started following him everywhere. I mean everywhere. To the bathroom at night? I’d insist on accompanying him. Peeing together? Sure, why not. We’re close, after all. Besides, he never seems to mind when I casually slide into the bathroom with him at two in the morning.

“Really, Y/N? You’re going to watch me pee?” he teased one night as I leaned against the doorframe, casually inspecting my nails.

“I’m not watching,” I replied with a wicked grin. “I’m joining.”

The night didn’t stop there, though. After all, if we’re going to do this, let’s do it right. We had to have our “three times a day” sex quota. Why not? It’s not like we had anything better to do, right?

“You’re insatiable,” Gojo said, breathlessly flipping us over mid-session as I moaned against him. “You sure you’re not the one obsessed here?”

“Why, Toru, I am obsessed,” I whispered in his ear, my lips brushing against his skin. “But you're the one who started this.”

And oh, he did. He absolutely started it. Now I had him where I wanted him: in every way possible.

The Ultimate Game

Okay, so maybe I got a little carried away. He loved when I ate off his plate. He loved when I insisted on eating from the same spoon as him. A little weird, but it worked. At least he didn’t seem to mind. He seemed... content? Happy? Maybe?

“Seriously, Y/N?” Gojo asked, as I snatched another piece of sushi from his plate. “You’re eating all my food.”

“I’m just making sure you’re not starving,” I said sweetly, taking another bite. “We’re basically one. So it’s only fair, don’t you think?”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” He shook his head, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. “If you want to eat off my plate, you’re going to have to share the bathroom with me every time I go in there.”

“Done.”

Oh, and don’t forget the bathroom negotiations. Every time I would "need" some alone time, I'd make sure he waited outside the door. Not to pee or anything oh no, I was doing my business but it was all a part of the game. And guess what? He was starting to enjoy it.

“Really, Y/N?” Gojo said, sitting casually against the doorframe, smirking at me. “You’re going to make me wait outside?”

“Yep. You’re lucky I’m even letting you know what’s going on in there.”

It was a lot of fun, but I couldn’t help the nagging thought in the back of my mind... Was I starting to lose myself in this little game?

It’s working. It’s all working. All the clinginess, all the obsession, it’s finally making him bent to my will. And every time he smirks, every time he looks at me with that dangerous, half-amused, half-worried look, I know he’s in it now.

“Be as obsessed as he is,” I thought to myself, a wicked grin on my face.

But maybe... just maybe... I was starting to like it.

The Endgame

Okay, okay. Maybe escaping was a bit… ridiculous. Who needs to escape anyway? The more I thought about it, the more I realized: What if the real escape wasn’t about running? What if the escape was just… getting lost in this whole twisted, insane mess?

It was starting to hit me maybe he wasn’t that bad. I mean, sure, Gojo Satoru was possessive, borderline obsessive, and utterly impossible to shake off, but let’s be real: when was the last time anyone was this dedicated to loving you? Hell, it’s practically a rarity these days. Most guys can’t even commit to a dinner reservation, let alone a life sentence with someone like me.

So yeah, maybe he stalks me like a possessive ghost. Maybe he follows me everywhere, even into the bathroom 'I really wasn’t expecting him to just chill outside while I… did my thing, but hey, that’s true commitment'. Maybe I kind of like it.

And let’s not even mention the whole “skipping work” thing. Seriously, it’s like he’s a workaholic... unless I pout and bat my lashes, and suddenly he’s throwing his entire career out the window for me. It’s not like I forced him into it… too much. Who wouldn’t want to feel this wanted? That’s basically an act of love, right?

[that-hazbin]

With your reblog of the What-If scenario where Alastor’s mom is a kinda bad mom, I am now picturing a combination of that What-If with your Blackout AU. I mean, not having any parental affection growing up in combination with a father who is so physically abusive he beat his wife to death, and then living through the early 1900’s in New Orleans as a mixed race man—is it any wonder his brain decided to “nope” out of super stressful situations?

And in the scenario where Alastor’s mom and Alastor reunite in Hell, what if she finds out about the blackouts and the fact that Alastor did not know what landed him in Hell?? I’m just picturing it as being a bad time for everyone involved, like that has some serious angst potential.

God that would genuinely be so, so messed up.

Alastor's lack of love during his formative years would honestly not even be the worst of his trauma, but damn did it have permanent consequences. Honestly it would be a good explanation for why his relationship with Mimzy is the way it is— he's so used to loving without being loved in return, and therefore has 0 problems with being used by the people he loves. He's just a bag of Horrific Brain Issues.

I think Alastor's mom would still go to heaven. She may not have loved Alastor, and as a result was a pretty bad mom, but she wasn't a bad person. She still did her best. Honestly speaking, Alastor mostly doesn't blame her for not loving him specifically because he knew her own circumstances were absolutely abysmal. His dad was a wife-beating scumbag and Alastor was a product of rape. As far as Alastor is concerned, his mother was a fucking saint just for not hating his existence on principle. She stuck around and tried her best.

(Of course, he knows she's thought horrible things in moments of weakness. She once stood over his bed with a pillow in her hands when he was seven. It was a bad night, one of her eyes were swollen shut, tears running down her face... Alastor pretended to sleep, silently watching her in the mirror. She stood there for an hour, shaking like a leaf, before leaving. He kept this memory to himself.)

I think if she ever takes a visit to hell and finds out about the blackouts, she might actually have a really bad initial reaction. Alastor always did his best to never act anything like his father, despite sharing a similar face with him. His mom would not take kindly to knowing that he gets violent in any capacity.

When she finds out that it's entirely involuntary, and that Alastor didn't even know it was happening when he was alive, she's definitely going to have a bad mental breakdown. Her first thought would be that it's her fault. She already felt guilty for the way she treated him in life. She couldn't love him the way he deserved, never looked him in the eyes, had a hard time even going through the motions of a "proper mother." Was the lack of love the reason why his mind is so broken?

Finding out the first time he ever had a blackout was the day she was murdered would break her. Alastor loved her so much that her death destroyed his mind.

(The fault isn't solely hers, but she wouldn't be in sound enough mind to recognize this. It's the fault of Alastor's father, for being an abusive asshole, for everyone who outcasted Alastor based on his race, for being a "mixed bastard." It's the continued fault of war, financial instability, hunger, segregation, police brutality, etc. She may have been part of the initial spark, but she wasn't the sole cause.)

As for the rest of the hotel, I think some of them might actually get super annoyed with her guilt. Because to them, it might look like she's making Alastor's suffering all about her. Which would definitely lead to some tension, between her and the rest of the hazbin crew, as well as some tension between the crew and Alastor. Because he would not appreciate their line of thinking.

Despite the tension, it would take a lot for them to move on from the opinion they built on Alastor's mom. Namely that she definitely does not deserve the absolute unconditional love that Alastor showers her with.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 48

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You calm the baby as your own tears dry up. She doesn’t deserve misery even if you’re cursed with it. Maybe that’s what you should try, to save her from the same. If you can.

You get her to sleep at last and fall back onto the bed, weak with cheeks like crepe paper from crying. You stare at the ceiling as the window darkens as the night approaches. You knew deep down Lloyd wouldn’t be gone forever but that eventuality could never prepare you for his return.

Your eyes drift closed as you lay sideways on the mattress, too lazy to drag yourself up to the pillows. How pathetic are you. Feeling sorry for yourself because the obvious happened. Because that scum ran off like the cowardly dog he is. You knew from the moment you met him who he was so you can't pretend to be surprised.

There’s a tap on the door. You tense but your sense keeps you from panicking. It’s too gentle to be that jackass. You know he doesn’t have much in that thick skull of his but you hope he knows better than to try anything tonight.

“Sweetheart,” Harlan’s voice seeps through the door like molasses, “if you’re asleep, don’t worry, I just wanted to check in.”

You swallow and sit up. You prefer him to his wife or son. There’s a twinge in your chest as you realise you missed him. Of anyone, he’s been your only true companion. Not some erstwhile comfort or momentary escape.

You get up and open the door. The tall man stoops just below the lintel, his thick white facial hair catching your attention. Everything happened so fast, you hadn’t noticed it. His usually clean shaven face is slightly haggard with his exhaustion.

“Hey,” you greet him in a half-whisper, the quiet of the house makes even that seem loud, “wanna come in?”

“Sure,” he accepts and ducks inside as you hold the door. You shut it behind him as he smooths his grown out locks and peers around with a bashful posture. 

You come around him and stop by the bassinet, looking in at the dozing infant. You put your hand on the canopy and lift your chin, “you wanna see her?”

He hesitates, reaching to rub his neck, “I came to see to you first,” he intones, “I can’t imagine it’s been easy.”

“Me?” You scoff, “you don’t have to lie. You can hold her, she’ll just fall back asleep,” you move to reach into the bassinet and he nears, putting his hand out but not touching you.

“No, I mean it, I’m not gonna ask how you are ‘cause I know. But you’re my daughter and I wasn’t out there for just that bastard. I didn’t run halfway across the god– across the world for that moron,” he sniffs, “come on, let her sleep.” He pauses and glances down, lips curling slightly at the sight of his granddaughter, “she’s even more beautiful than I recall.”

He waves you away from her and you sit on the edge of the bed. You sit in silence as you watch his lingering gaze on the baby. Maybe, if he can look at her with that much love…

“You got questions, I’ll answer them,” he moves away from the bassinet as he sits beside you, “and if you don’t wanna talk about him, fair enough.”

You nod and look at the floor. You don’t know what you want. It doesn't really matter where he was. It matters that he left and that he stayed away. He confirmed every doubt you carried for nine months.

“Not about him,” you shake your head, feeling the sting return to the brim of your eyes, “but… did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?”

“You called me your daughter,” you look at him meekly, “is that really what you believe?”

“'Course,” he snorts, “Dottie may’ve never given me a girl but the world did and they did a good job.”

Your cheek pinch and you fight back tears, “I don’t think you’d want me to be your daughter if you knew.”

“If I knew what?” He watches you, no judgment, no expectation. If you don’t tell him, you know he won’t ask again.

You hang your head and cross your arms. You close your eyes as you pick out the words, “I… found someone else. Just… just to waste the time. I wasn’t going to wait any longer for him.”

He hums and takes a long breath, “well, I know now and I don’t feel any different.”

You clamp your lips together and you glance at the bassinet. You hear the baby babble. You shudder and let your hands fall into your lap.

“There’s something else.”

“There is.”

You sniff and cover your face. You don’t know if you can say it out loud. It keeps you awake at night, it eats you alive, and it wakes you every day with a wail.

“The baby…” you slide your hands away from your face, “I’m trying… so hard.”

“She’s healthy, you’re doing good, sweetheart,” he says.

“No, no, you don’t–” you nearly choke as a lump rises to your throat, “I can’t love her. I try and I try and I can’t. I can’t even say her name.”

He nods and chews on your confession. You won’t look at him. You can’t face his disappointment. You can’t bear to see in him the same hatred you feel for yourself.

He startles you as he reaches over and puts his large hand over yours. He pulls it away from your lap and sidles closer on the bed. He holds your hand tight and leans his arm against yours.

“The only thing that upsets me about that is you lying,” he says, “because if you didn’t love that little girl, you wouldn’t be so worried about not.”

Your lip temples as you stare at the wall. No, he doesn’t understand. He can’t.

“I don’t… I can’t feel it–”

“You’ve been surviving and you done that for her as much as yourself,” he lets go of your hand and lifts his arm up onto your shoulders, “you ain’t got the chance to feel. Now you do, sweetheart.” He draws you into an embrace, “you don’t gotta take care of no one but you. I’ll deal with that brat I raised.”

You sniffle as your tears well over. You can’t stymie the flow once it starts. Harlan rests his chin lightly on your head as you curl into his shoulder and sob quietly, clinging to the front of his shirt. As your knuckles press against his ribs, he winces and lets out a wheeze.

You flinch but he doesn’t let you go, keeping you close.

“Harlan,” you croak, “you’re hurt?”

“I’m just fine,” he assures you as he rubs your back, “let me tell you, I dealt Marion a worse blow.”

You laugh through your tears at the thought of it, “did you really?”

“A nice one square in the chops just for you,” he avows, “another across his big dumb nose for baby Luna, too.” 

Your lips tug at the image playing in your head and the snipe about Lloyd’s nose, the most defining feature he shares with his father. You don’t know if Harlan meant to be funny but you it eases the weight in your chest. You gently pull away and look up at your father.

“Will you hold Luna?” You ask as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, “she’s missed you so much.”

[beanibon]

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Context: in which Vash gets a little cocky about bringing you to bed, until he's mere seconds from actually having sex and gets shy

A/N: definitely wasn't inspired by an AI chat with 98 Vash, I am so soft for 98 Vash he's my ultimate bbygorl. So I thought I'd spoil him

TW: alien genitalia, collar play, lots of dirty/pillow talk (as Vash gets a lil shy), switch!vash, oral (f!receiving), hand job, fluff, loud vash (man cannot be quiet to save his life), edging

You had been tracking down the infamous Humanoid Typhoon for quite some time now, yet every lead always resulted in a dead end. Every small morsel of information you got on his whereabouts, was proven useless. Each dead end always led to a lengthy lecture from your boss, who seemed to think you could pull God from the sky for an interview.

What a bastard.

Now here you were, sitting alone in a practically empty bar at midday. The bartender had slid you a flat beer, that now rested by your side, turning warm as you stared aimlessly at the special drinks menu.

"What's a gorgeous young woman like you doing all alone? Need some company?" You snapped from your empty thoughts, eyeing the blonde man besides you, squinting at him as he seemed oddly familiar.

You blinked a few times, clearing you head. "I wouldn't mind the company, beats drinking alone."

"I'd agree in all honesty, but it doesn't seem like you've touched that for quite some time." The stranger pointed to the now warm beer, turning his attention to many spirits behind the counter, eyes brightening.

You shrugged slightly, looking down at the drink. "Not really my kind of drink to be honest."

"Then why don't a buy you a drink? Whatever you want, it's on me." The blonde had a growing smile present on his face, his enthusiasm was rather adorable as he waited in anticipation, eyes wide and puppy-like.

You returned the smile as you leant back slightly, hands tapping the counter. "I wouldn't mind a drink, a whiskey neat if you don't mind."

The blonde nodded, calling the bartender as he ordered two whiskeys. As the drinks were served, you happily sipped the liquid, enjoying the burning sensation sliding down your throat. A constant warmth entering you body, it felt amazing. Yet your companion would say otherwise, as he choked back a cough as the liquid burned his throat.

You couldn't help the laugh that slipped from you, looking back at this odd stranger. "Not much of a whiskey drinker, huh?"

The blonde chuckled sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "Not really, I much prefer I less burny kind of alcohol."

You chuckled at his response, taking another swig of your drink before turning to the stranger. "So what's your name? And what brings you to this little town?"

The stranger blinks a few times, suddenly sitting up straight as a coy smirk tugs at his lips. "I'm Vash, as for what brings me here: I just happened to be passing through when I spotted such a gorgeous young woman all alone, I simply had to keep her company."

The dramatic monologue made you cringe slightly, yet you couldn't help but find it slightly funny. "Vash huh?" You smirked, yet just as you were about to response with your own sly remark, you froze. Mouth still agape as you looked this stranger up and down, eyes widening as you jumped up, face-to-face with the blonde. "Wait Vash? As in Vash the Stampede!?"

Surprised, Vash was taken aback by your sudden outburst. "Ye-yeah, that's me. The man with 60 billion double dollars on his head, the one and only Vash the Stampede!" He responded, playing into his role with exaggerated theatrics.

Was this really Vash the Stampede? The very same man that shook you from his trail each time you caught the slightest scent? It was impossible.

"You've got to be joking, right? You can't really be the Humanoid Typhoon, you're way too-"

"Good looking?" Vash interrupted.

"Kind, is what I was going to say." You corrected, taking in the man before. He matched perfectly with the description provided, not to mention his face was exactly like the wanted poster stuffed in your pocket. It had to be him.

"Kind huh? Never been described as that before." Vash laughed, resting his elbows on the counter. "What about you? No way you live in this little town, so what brings you here?"

Those words confused you, then again with the kind of bounty he had, you could only imagine the kind of things he'd be called. "I'm a reporter, came here originally to scope out a group of bandits that's been terrorising a couple towns like this one."

"Is that so? I could use some action." Vash mumbled, eyes wandering as he sat in thought.

You watched him for a while, deep in your own thoughts as you tossed up between the options now laid before you. Either you could continue with the job provided and pray that Vash stays long enough for you to catch up with him, or you could forget the job and complete the original task you were sent to do.

"Whatcha thinking about there, gorgeous?" You jumped slightly, face tinted a light pink.

"Sorry, what was that?" You tried to play off his words, only now noticing how Vash was staring at you.

Those eyes, gorgeous and sparkling, just watched you with such interest. He held no aggressive demeanour about him, his body lax as he took you in.

"I said, what are you thinking about, gorgeous?" Vash leaned in a tad closer, smiling sweetly down at you.

Doubt played at your mind, how could this man truly be the allusive Humanoid Typhoon? He seemed so kind, so genuine. It confused your very soul, his whole personality screamed golden retriever.

"If you are the Human Typhoon, do you mind if I interview you?" You got a little shy at being so forward, yet you had already eagerly pulled out your notepad.

Vash gave you a wink, chuckling at your antics. "Why of course, how could a deny such a request from someone as radiant as yourself?"

Your pen clicked, scribbling down your first note. "Womaniser confirmed." You teasingly joked, earning a chuckle from the man beside you.

"What can I say, I love the ladies." He laughed, winking at you yet again.

You found yourself smiling, crossing a leg over the other as you tapped the pen against your chin, unaware of the way Vash shivered at the action. "As the most wanted man on the planet, what are your views on killing? They say chaos and destruction follow you wherever you go, is that true?"

Vash seemed to deflate at that, clearly forgetting that he agreed to be interviewed. "I highly disapprove of violence, killing especially. I've never once killed a man, and I don't intend to." The answer only confused you further, but you held back to allow him to continue. "I am pretty unlucky too, I do bring a lot of grief for the people in the towns I visit. I honestly don't mean to, but with such a large bounty it's bound to bring trouble."

Tilting your head, it which Vash mimicked the moment he looked back ar you, your brows knotted together. "But surely you've killed someone before, the towns you've reduced to rumble, you can't tell me there weren't causalities."

The question was rather insensitive, accusing even if you were to look at it like that. Yet, Vash just smiled, hesd tilted the other way.

"To be completely straight with you, it broke my heart once I realised people died. I'll even admit I cried, embarrassingly enough," Vash admit, yet even as he smiled amid his words, those eyes gave away how fake it truly was. "Like I said, I don't kill. I never will take a person's life, no matter what they've done."

You lowered your notepad, the page still blank. Your hands rummaged through your pocket, pulling out the wanted poster of the very man before, staring at it.

Vash watched you silently as he rested his head on his hand, smirking. "Liking what you see? I have been told I'm quite the handsome guy, don't ya think?"

"I don't understand, I've been told so many things about you, yet. . ." You looked back up at him, face unreadable. "You're nothing like what I've been, you're kind, a little bit of an idiot, yet you're honest."

Those blue eyes shone, finally reflecting the smile that grew ever wider as he looked at you. "I don't recall the last time someone said that to me, I truly appreciate it."

As your heart fluttered a beat faster at seeing such a genuine smile, it admittedly looked beautiful. You put your notepad away, shuffling closer to the blonde, screw the job.

"I have a few more questions, not interview related," Vash sat a bit taller, curious as he listened. "I'd like to get to know you Vash, the real Vash."

This made Vash swallow thickly, cheeks dusted with a slight blush. "You want to know the real me? No rumours, or bounties just. . . Vash?"

You nod, a little too enthusiastically. "No rumours, bounties or anything in between, just you."

The smile that appeared on Vash's face made your breath hitch, his eyes sparkled, a faint blush on his own face. His body leaned closer to yours, head tilted. "Well then beautiful, ask away."

You couldn't help the giddy feeling warming your body, it could be the whiskey, but it remained untouched from when it first ordered. Gaining some courage, you took a deep breath before popping the first question.

"What's the type of women you go for?"

Vash snorted, face scrunched as he tried to contain his laughter. "So that's the first question you go with huh? Afraid you won't be my type?"

"N-no!" You slapped his shoulder, instantly breaking his composure as he laughed.

"Well if I have to be honest, she'd have to be fun. This place is a real strain on mind, so having a fun gal around who knows how to have good time is must." Vash took another swig of his drink, hissing as the liquid burned down his throat.

"Fun?" Guess I can be fun, it what you would've added, if you didn't have common sense. There was no way you'd openly admit how the blonde was making you feel, how each smile your way made your heart skip a beat, or each laugh causing you to squeeze your legs just that little bit harder.

"Yeah fun! I suppose having a wild side would also fall into that category too, I could totally get behind someone who's a little freaky if you know what I mean." Another thigh squeezing laugh, god this Typhoon was driving you mad!

It wasn't long before your mind began to wander, eyes lingering a little too long around his neck. Before you know it, a collar had materialised around it and you found yourself wiping your sweaty hands along your dresses hem.

"You'd look so pretty in a matching red collar."

Vash's face lit a red rival to his coat, head turning to stare you directly in the eyes. "Wha-what was that?"

Leaning forward, lips brushing against his ear, you repeated what you said in calm tone.

"I said: you'd look so pretty in a matching red collar."

"I-I was afraid you said that." Vash swallowed hard, all cockiness prior faltering as his mind weighed up his options. Yet the moment your teeth nibbled at his ear, the ache in pants becoming that more apparent, his mind was made. "Well I wouldn't be opposed to such a suggestion, in fact I think I might like it?"

The look on his face was pure gold, and the laugh you let out pierced his heart with cupids arrow. Now it was Vash's turn to squeeze his legs together, desperate to hide the root of the ache in his body.

"Would you like me to make you my sweet, obedient puppy? Take you for walks, showering you with treats and attention?" Each word was like honey from your lips, and Vash couldn't contain it any longer. The very thoughts wanting him to cum then and there, your words had him seeing hearts.

"Please, make me your good boy." Vash mumbled into your shoulder, hiding his head in shame.

A sweet giggle sounded from you, hand sliding down his around to lace your fingers around the cool metal of his prosthesis. Pulling him along, you left a few neatly folded bills for the bartender, leaving the empty bar as you dragged your prized Humanoid Typhoon behind you.

Vash didn't resist, his face droopy as he stared at you like a love sick puppy. Not to mention the way you held his prosthetic hand so gently, thumb rubbing the metal as if massaging it. It made his heart sing, he simply couldn't resist the giddy smile plastered on his love drunk face.

A whine sounded when you stopped, looking back at him with wide, innocent doe eyes. The very sight reached Vash's core, an impatient groan sounding from the tall blonde.

"Patience now, I just need to grab something." You gently pat his cheek, before slipping inside a store. Your absence made Vash feel empty, a childish pout forming.

It seemed like ages since you had disappeared, and the more time slipped by the more Vash began to remember how he looked. Suddenly self-conscious, Vash was tempted to flee and leave you to wonder where he went, but he couldn't bring himself to be that cruel. But the thought of you seeing the many scars, metal implants and hideous wounds and you looking at him in disgust, made running seem that much more easier.

"Sorry that took so long, ready to go?" Vash literally jumped, snapping from his thoughts as you reappeared holding a small gift bag in your hands.

Blinking, he peered at neatly tied bag, looking back at you with obvious curiosity. You simple smiled, grabbing his metal hand once again and leading him forward, all thoughts of fleeing quickly diminished the moment your hand entangled with his.

"It's a surprise, you'll have to wait and see." You hummed in a teasing tone, winking back at him with your tongue sticking out slightly.

Vash felt his body tingle all over, yet he couldn't rid the nagging voice reminding him he was hideous under the many layers used to hide what he looked like. It gave him fear of disappointing you, that he wouldn't be able to fulfill your needs just because of the way he looked. It frightened him.

Yet the way you obliviously tugged him along, most likely towards a hotel room you had booked for the duration of your stay, Vash wanted to please you. You were so kind to him, open to his side of things, he felt understood for the first time in years. And he'd be damned if he threw that away now.

Once you both arrived at decent hotel room, Vash watched as you placed the neatly tied gift bag on a nightstand. If curiosity truly killed the cat, Vash would be dead by now, so what's the harm in sneaking a quick peek?

"Oi, that's for later." His hand was swatted away, causing him to whine and rub it.

"C'mon sweetheart, just a tiny peek? I'll act surprised." Vash pleaded, arms snaking their way around your waist as he leaned against you.

"Are you that impatient?" You raised a teasing brow up at the begging man clinging onto you, giggling at his eager reaction. The feeling of his hips pressed into the small of your back reminded you of just how tall Vash was compared to you, it made you kind of nervous. "Fine, but you need to sit down at least."

Vash made a noise akin to high pitched bark, diving onto the rickety bed as it squealed under his weight, the one downside of your cheap hotel. As you approached, ruffling his hair the gift bag in your hands once more, Vash squirmed in excitement.

"Close your eyes," Vash obeyed instantly, and you slipped the item from the bag silently.

You clipped the item around the blonde's neck, feeling his muscle tense at the sudden foreign object, confused at the additional clicks. Once you gave the okay for Vash to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was you towering over him with a red leash in your hands. It wasn't long before he put two and two together, face burning the same red.

Fully flustered now, Vash struggled to form coherent words, every bit of confidence draining from his tongue as you gently tugged the leash. The very action made Vash's clothes feel unbearably tight, but something about you standing over him, holding that leash so beautifully in your hands made him want this even more.

"Cat got your tongue?" You smirked, wrapping the cord around your hand as you moved closer, forcing him to look up. "What happened to that cocky attitude before?"

Vash swallowed thickly, feeling his body sweat as the room became increasingly hot. Yet try as he might, the only sounds that managed to come from him were strangled whimpers, or stuttering groans.

"Uncomfortable? Want me to fix that?" You leaned forward, hands sliding up his torso as you began to unbutton his coat, only to have two hands stop you. A frown formed as you looked at Vash, puzzled you began to think you jumped the gun a little, moving too fast. "I'm sorry, is it too much? I didn't mea-"

"N-no you're fine, it's just. . . I'm not that pretty underneath." Vash looked away, suddenly shy under your attentive gaze, but you only smiled.

"Then how about we try something else, just until your ready?" You gently cupped his face, thumbs massaging his cheeks as his eyes widened, clearly surprised by your answer.

"But I still want you to feel good!" He spluttered out, grabbing your waist pulling you closer. "I just need some time to mentally prepare myself, for getting undressed in front of you."

Vash hears that sweet, gentle and addictive laugh from you, and it drives him wild all over again. Then he's met with the soft press of lips on his forehead, and he's become putty in your hands, sinking further into the palms that held him.

A needy whine is heard when you remove those soft hands, stepping back to pull the dress from your body. Vash watches, eyes wide as he takes in your own scars, clearly being a reporter had its bad days, but unlike his yours were beautiful and decorated with stunning tattoos.

Vash grabs the back of your thighs, pulling you closer as his chin rests up against your stomach, eyes looking up into yours. His own legs rub together in attempt to ease the pain between his legs, you held yourself with such pride despite your body being scarred.

Eyes never leaving you, Vash watches as you lay down next to him, a hand pulling him down by the collar around his neck. Slowly you open your legs, revealing your dripping cunt to the collared blonde, who was quick crawl over to you.

Eager to please you, Vash grabbed your thighs, squeezing them as he licked his drying lips. The very sight of you so wet made his cock twitch against its restraints, you were like this because of him.

Wasting no time, Vash pulled you forward with ungodly speed, causing a yelp of surprise that quickly turned to a needy moan. Vash's warm tongue lapped hungrily at your folds, metal fingers sending chilled shivers along your spine, the mixed temperatures were a whole new form of pleasure. As cold fingers parted you, his tongue worked eagerly to draw out more pretty noises from you.

Each moan, cry of pleasure and lewd panting was music to Vash's ears, the cherry on top was when you abandoned the leash and just grabbed a fistful of his hair. It was utter bliss as you pulled him further against you, nose bumping against your sensation bud of nerves.

Vash brought his flesh hand over, thumb pressed against your clit as he circled it, pinching down occasionally to elicit more sounds. Every new sensation was accompanied by either a harsh tug of his hair, or desperate jerk of your hips against his face, either way it caused a sickly sweet smell to arise from his crotch.

As you quivered around him, clenching against the wet appendage and intrusive fingers, your voiced cried out his name as your thighs squeezed his head releasing against him. Freeing Vash of your grip, you watched as his eyes clouded hazily, still pressed against your warn cunt, love drunk and wishing you could just suffocate him between your thighs. His cloudy eyes looked to you, a wonky smile on his face as he cleaned you up, licking up every last bit of sweet cum until it was all he could taste.

You opened your mouth to say something between pants, only to close it once Vash started to shed his own clothing. Your stomach dropped at the sight of him, not out of fear or disgust at what he looked like under all those layers, but out of worry and concern.

Sitting up, ignoring how your body protested the action, hands running along his scars, fingers tracing every line, bullet hole, or gash you could find. Vash flinched against every touch, worry present on his face as you looked at him. leaning forward, loving kisses were placed over each and every scar.

Vash gasped, eyes closed as each kiss made just that small amount of pain disappear. Not all of it, but enough to ease the constant ache his scars brought.

And without realising it, your lips connected with his, tasting yourself on his tongue as it invited you in. Vash whimpered, pushing you down again as he humped your thigh, lower half still clothed.

You pulled away, smiling up at him as your hands held his face once more. It was all he needed before Vash unclipped his pants, awkwardly kicking them off. You stared at his cock shamelessly, not expecting the sight you were met with.

Four petals had opened, tinged a slight blue as an appendage similar to a human penis was in the centre, except more pointed with slight ridging under the head. What really got your attention was the four vines that pulsated a blue iridescent glow at their rounded tips, twitching as they fluttered against your thigh, sending small shock waves against your skin. It was beautiful, and those tendrils made your body jolt at each sensation they placed against your skin.

"So you're not human?"

"Surprise, guess now my secrets out there." Vash laughed awkwardly, shyly looking away.

A smile graced your features as you pulled him in for another kiss, giving Vash the reassurance to press the tip in-between your folds. The sensation was odd, he was rather slender, but still long as he pushed himself further in. It took you a little longer to adjust to him, panting against his lips as you clenched around him.

"Do you really have to squeeze me that much, geez sweetheart you'll make me cum before I can even make you feel good." Vash pouted, teeth clenched as you squeezed him yet again.

"So-sorry, you're just so big it's hard." You panted, feeling yourself slowly relax as your body adjusted to the foreign cock.

"Thatta girl, you ready for me?" Vash took your slight tug against his leash as a yes, chuckling as he slowly moved his hips.

Even the movements felt odd, odd but so good as those slight ridges caused your toes to curl. Not to mention how those small, budded vines had latched onto your clit, sending waves of static like pulses against the already sensitive nerve bud. This Humanoid Typhoon was full of surprises, and ones you weren't gonna complain about any time soon. There was no way you could look at regular sex the same after tonight, not after Vash just filled you perfectly.

The only real issue was how slow he was going, it didn't match the pace of those waves of electricity against your clit. You were going crazy, growing impatient by the second.

Hooking your fingers under his red collar that he kept obediently on, you yanked him down, a squeal sounded from the poor blonde. "Vash baby, I need you to go faster."

"I don't want to hurt you though, you're not use to all of th-"

"For fucks sake Vash, hurry up and fuck me!"

Vash yelped, instantly picking up his pace. Yet after a while you tugged his collar again, signalling him to thrust into you faster still.

His pounding became almost ruthless, and his face, contorted with obvious pleasure, held a hint of worry as he struggled to keep the pace himself. You on the other hand, moaning at each hard thrust inside your sopping cunt, loved every tingle of static, every harsh collide of Vash's sculpted hips against yours. It was pure ecstacy.

Vash was practically leaning right over you, head buried against your shoulder as your legs were pressed against your chest. You could feel his pace staggering, turning sloppy as his high neared. His rough hands squeezed your hips, teeth chewing slightly against your shoulder as he moaned loudly.

The closer he got to his climax, the louder Vash was. You couldn't hear yourself over his whines, whimpers and pleasure filled cries, if you weren't heard before, your lewd act was definitely made aware of now.

"Ngh- so, ah! So close, sweetheart. Just a little. . . Longer." Vash panted out, crashing his hips against yours in desperation.

Soft hands raised his head, droopy eyes staring down into yours. "Stop."

"Wha- huh?" Vash thought you were simply joking, still he halted his actions, worried he'd done something to upset you. Or worse, hurt you.

But as he went to pull out, your legs wrapped around him. "I said stop, not pull out, such a naughty puppy."

Before Vash could question you, his collar was tugged roughly, cock twitching inside you. It was driving him mad not to fuck you, hands balled against the bedsheets as his eyes pleaded, begged you to let him come.

You tugged his collar again when he moved, trying to finish what he started, but you wouldn't let him. "Did I say you could cum? Such a bad puppy."

Vash whined, face buried in your chest as his hands clawed the sheets, eventually clasping each breast in one hand. He began kneading at them, squeezing them as if they were some stress toy to distract himself from being unable to relieve himself. Each second felt like hour, dragging on as you simply watched his small silent tantrum, abusing your breasts as his squished them around his face.

Giggling at his antics, you ran your fingers through his hear. "Alright, you've been a good boy, you ca- ah!"

Vash didn't let you finish, jumping up and pounding into you with inhuman speed. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you down as he slammed into, this time you were the one being loud. Yet it wasn't long until Vash choked at a strangled cry, slamming into you one last time as iridescent cum began to fill your spasming pussy, milking his cock. Your high came not long after, nails clawing Vash's back as you cried out his name, eyes rolled back as your legs quivered.

Vash pulled out, collapsing on top of you as he panted against your chest, using them as pillow. You responded by combing his hair with your fingers, a sigh of content from the man.

His arms wrapped around your waist, humming against you as he closed his eyes, nuzzling at your chest. The steadying beats of your heart soothed Vash, eyes slowly closing as felt safe enough in your company to sleep. He's never had sex before, at least not much in his 150 years of wandering this desert wasteland, so when you moved to begin cleaning up the mess you both made he frowned, holding you tighter.

"Vash darling, we can't sleep on spoiled sheets, please let me clean up." You giggled, watching him shake his head 'no'. "You're such a child, at least move a little bit so I can remove the bottom sheet."

Begrudgingly doing as his told, without letting you go, he moved just enough for you to remove the spoiled sheet and lay back down. The childish Human Typhoon still curled on top of you, eyes closed and cheeks puffed out in a pout. The very sight made you laugh, gently stroking his head until his face relaxed.

It was simple aftercare, and you didn't mind that at all, as long as Vash was comfortable. The peaceful look on his face made you smile, giving in to sleep yourself.

But as you slowly began drifting off to sleep you were abruptly woken, pushing the blondes face away from you.

"Vash! Don't bite my tits like that!"

"I'm sorry, they just felt so good I had to!"

"No you didn't, you idiot! You just wanted to be a perv!"

"For your information you slept with this perv, besides shouldn't you be treating me a little kinder? I made you feel good didn't I? Ow! What was that for!?"

A/N: I'm not overly happy with how this one turned out, I was clearly in different moods writing it.

I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways! Trying to give our 98 Vash some lovin, also his dick is suppose to be my Stampede Vash's headcanoned dick, but you can just replace the petals with wings or feathers.

Love you all, enjoy!

[gastlygallows]

Void Ascension

Chapter 1/2 (AO3)

Pairing: Aegon/Reader, Aemond/Reader (this chapter is Aegon/Reader w/ the action but Aemond wants you and he watches!)

Rating: 🔞🔞🔞

Words: 3,000

Warnings: Mildly dubious consent, getting drunk, breeding kink, canon compliant characterization

Summary: You are a dragonseed whose dragon one day fell out of the sky, granting you the miracle of being taken in by the royal family. The king and his brother already have entirely separate plans for you.

Notes: Takes place after Blood and Cheese but before Rook's Rest. Please see the AO3 for other notes/tags or feel free to dive on in ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Aegon stares at you from the guest room doorway with his arms crossed, his violet eyes scanning you up and down like a passage he keeps reading over and over without retaining a word.

“Tell me,” he says, half drunk from nightly binges, nodding at you. “How many sons do you think it would take to give me one with white hair?”

Aemond sits on the chaise chair across from you, picking up a half empty chalice of wine on the table and taking a drink with a long, agitated sigh. 

The question hangs in the air.

Your jaw hangs open, unsure if you'd heard the king correctly.

Aegon raises his eyebrows and shrugs impatiently. “Well? Can you give me a number?”

“Forgive me, Your Grace.” You try to sit up straight to collect your thoughts, pulling up your night robe. “I don't understand…are you questioning my lineage?”

Aemond sets down his chalice with a loud clank. “We were having a conversation , brother.”

He had been all too eager to indulge you with tales about Valyria and the dragon riders, to share the mysteries of his long begotten ancestors and their homeland.

To show you diagrams of dragons in forbidden scrolls and share his own anecdotes about their care. It’s clear to you that Aemond loves dragons and is eager to get you up to speed so that you can be more efficient on Voidseer’s back and active in his care. When you’d explained to him that you didn’t want to simply leave him to the keepers, his eye had lit up and he was happy to begin imparting his wisdom to you.

“‘s just a question.” Aegon steps into the room, walking with a stupefied swagger, and plops next to you uncomfortably close.

His knee touches yours as he stretches across the table to grab the wine pitcher and refill your cup.

When that's done, he hands it to you and touches the black curls that cascade down your back. “I do not doubt that you've got Targareyn Blood, my lady, with such…beauty. Y’know, our aunt Rhaenys has black hair, too.”

You take a drink of wine and smile sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

The king is a handsome fellow with a cute face. He looks so much younger than Aemond and his perfectly chiseled cheekbones, but there’s a charm to it.

They're two flavors of Targareyn excellence that you wish to have a taste of.

“You honor me, your grace,” you whisper as Aegon continues touching the small of your back. “A bastard though I may be, I do hope that I can at least honor your family name by being pleasant to look at.”

He loops his arm around you and casts a grin at Aemond. “So how many, do you think? Maybe two or three?”

“I…I don't know?” You giggle nervously, not sure how serious he was.

“Do any of your brothers and sisters have white hair? Your parents?”

Aemond speaks up, clasping his hands together with his elbows on his knees and leaning forward in a way that indicates to his brother that he's not in the mood for this interruption to continue. “Aegon, if you'd attended her questioning at the small council two days ago you would have known that she has no kin. Doesn't even know who her parents are. She was working at the sept.”

“I do apologize, your grace,” you offer, bowing your head. “Your brother speaks the truth. I must confess, I am…still very surprised by all of this. But from the time I was a little girl, I've always admired dragons.” You allow yourself to relax into him, resting your back against the chaise pillows. “When I would hear about a dragon flying through the sky from the red keep, I'd drop everything just to catch a glimpse. This is a dream come true for me. I'm just sorry I've no information to offer on my lineage.”

Aegon’s arm tightens around you. 

He takes a drink from your cup, his hand wrapped around yours, gulping loudly as he bottoms it out. 

His palm is sweaty and hot, which is a welcome relief when your fingers are almost always cold.

“I'm going to put my heir in you and legitimize you,” he announces, grabbing at your breast and squeezing it, prompting you to gasp. “Gonna put you to work for our house–” 

Aemond scoffs, rolling his eye.

“What?!” Aegon demands, seemingly more interested in him than you and you can't help but feel a little jealous.

“You're drunk, Aegon.” Aemond sits back and crosses his legs. “Are you forgetting we need her to ride for the war? She can't very well go into battle with a babe in her belly.”

Aegon glares at his brother.

They’re like two predators staring each other down in the woods and here you are, prey to both of them.

If you were a deer and they wolves, you could make an escape and slip past their notice, but you don’t want to–they are dragons and dragons fly, but that’s besides the point because you don’t want to escape. This is dangerous and unfamiliar territory, but you’d rather survive in a forest with carnivores than go back to the barren desert. The life of luxury you’ve yearned for would never be possible there and the only fate awaiting you would be the unrelenting rays of the sun to shrivel you up. Now that you’ve tasted the inside of the castle walls, you’ll die if you’re cast out. 

“ Helaena won't let me,” Aegon grits his teeth, his fingernails pressing into your waist and pulling you back to reality. “And forcing her will just have mother bitching at me. I told her that if she doesn’t want to give me another son, I won’t force her. But this one?”

He turns to you, a sinister gleam in his eyes. “I'll breed her. You want to be a dragon, don't you?”

“I do, your grace.” More than anything.

“Then c’mon, I'll fuck you like one.” He stands, jerking you up with him so hard that the empty chalice falls out of your hand.

Aemond casts you a frown that’s almost pitiable–almost–and nods towards the bed with an expression that says, just bear with it .

He gets up to shut the door and, to your surprise, he sits back down and unbuttons his pants. 

* * * * *

Aegon the Dragoncock lives up to his reputation.

His massive length plows into your sopping wet cunt as you lay on your elbows and knees across the mattress like a wanton animal, naked and panting. He hadn’t bothered to undress and you were too shy to ask him to.

This is the softest mattress you've ever felt in your life. You'll do whatever he wants so long as you can sleep on a bed like this for the rest of your life.

The head of his dick smashes against your cervix and his hands are gripping your hips so tightly you know you'll be bruised tomorrow.

Your pussy squeezes him, your muscles clenching in ecstasy–you're getting fucked by the King of Westeros. You almost can't believe it.

You moan sweetly for him over the indecent sound of your genitals, high pitched and feminine but most of all sincere; you haven’t had sex many times before, but this is truly the best you’ve ever had. 

He thrusts himself into you over and over, his breathing ragged.

“Such pretty skin,” Aegon comments, giving your rear a hard smack that echoes through the chamber. “I'll get you pregnant as many times as it takes, d’you understand?”

Yes. Of course, you'll be honored to give him as many children as he wants. The alcohol coursing through your blood makes it easier to nod and offer full compliance.

Your voice won't string together the words correctly, so all you can do is dumbly whimper as he pulls out of you and flips you over onto your back. He takes hold of you by the hair and kisses you open mouthed. The taste of wine is still rich on his tongue and in his saliva. Kissing him back, you arch up into him, your breasts dragging along his chest. He squeezes one, massaging the plumpness between his fingers, his lust riddled mind no doubt imagining how much bigger they’ll get once they’re full of milk. “Fuck,” he breathes, his cock prodding against your slick vulva; you reach down to take hold of his member and guide it back into you. His voice shudders as he thrusts into you. “So fuckin’ tight…” 

He kisses you again, tongue down your throat, and plants his hands under your knees. You suck on his tongue, humming delightfully, this ecstasy clouding your mind. There’s the faint sound of skin slapping from the chaise, where Aemond is watching this scene unfold, but you can’t bear to look at him. Somehow, it feels like a betrayal, but it isn’t like you could have told Aegon no, and Aemond must be enjoying himself…

Your legs slip over Aegon’s shoulders as he fucks you with abandon, holding onto your hips so that you don’t slide away from him; you’re moaning like a whore, unable to contain your voice when he’s fully sheathing himself in you with each jab against your cervix.

You let yourself cum, the sheets clenched in your fists, and you feel a gush of your own fluids secreting from your inner muscles.

This pleases your king very much for he’s practically gasping for air as he thrusts in you a few more times and then spills his seed directly into your womb. The warmth of his seed pools just below your belly button as he pumps himself dry, letting himself lay on top of you, lazily wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

He stops moving, his breathing slowing, and you close your eyes.

You lightly hug his torso, rubbing your hands along the backside of his ribs. 

The sweat coating your skin chills you as a cool night breeze drifts through the window.

You watch the stars. The night has never been so beautiful. 

Aegon eventually collects himself, your skin sticking together with sweat as he clumsily pulls himself up and exhales.

“Gods,” he says, more to himself than you, wiping his brow. “Happy to have you here with us.”

He chuckles and slaps your thigh. “Can certainly take a beating in bed, can’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond and tucks his flaccid cock into his pants, zipping them back up and stumbling out of the room to return to his drinking.

You realize that the door was never even shut this whole time! How many people heard you?!

Sitting up, you and Aemond exchange an awkward look for a split second. He won’t stare at your naked form. 

Before you can say anything, he stands up and offers a hushed, “please get some rest, m’lady” and does you the courtesy of at least closing the door on his way out. 

For a few seconds, you sit there in stunned silence at everything that’s happened this last week. That the king had just fucked you with the intent to impregnate you.

That in the dragonpit is a dragon–a majestic, glorious beast–that is bound to you and you alone. That soon you will get to ride him.

It’s really beginning to sink in that this will be your life now. Illegitimate or no, this is your chance to carve your name into nobility.

You couldn’t be happier, so why is your heart racing? Is it possible to be overwhelmed with gratitude? The gods are good. Whichever gods are pulling the strings of your fate, they are good.

Shaking your head and slinging your hair out of your eyes, you get up to grab the bottle of wine from the table and take it to bed with you.

* * * * *

The next morning you jolt awake to a loud knocking on the door.

The sun has scarcely risen and the birds in the courtyard are yet to sing.

You are alone here, left with only hazy memories of the last night filtered through a hangover that makes the knocking echo between your ears painfully.

“O-one moment, please!”

You scurry to recover your night robe from the floor and cover yourself.

Behind the door is Aemond, stone faced, his hands behind his back. “Good morning, my lady.”

He welcomes himself in, walking past you. “Be sure to lock the door.”

You slide the massive lock in place. “Is something wrong?”

He sits on the chaise and you hear something click on the table. “Sit with me.”

You approach him, looking dumbly between him and the miniature pot he’d just set down and opened. There’s a steaming liquid inside that he’s mixing with a thin spoon.

Were he not wearing gloves, surely it would have burned his skin.

“Next to me,” he says. “If it pleases you.”

It pleases you very much to sit closely to him, to feel his weight so close to yours.

“Is that tea?” You ask, peering into the black container. “It has a nice herbal aroma to it.”

“Indeed it is. It’s for you.” Aemond finishes mixing it and lays the spoon on the lid. “Once it cools down. It’s moontea. We can’t actually have you getting pregnant. At least not yet.”

You aren’t sure if you should be relieved. “Does the king know?”

“He does not and he shall not.” Aemond rests his arm against the back of the couch, turning to you and taking your chin with his other hand.

He stares into your eyes. “This will be a secret between you and me.”

You nod, cautiously reaching your hand up to touch his wrist. “Thank you, my prince. For doing so much for me. I know I am but a bastard, but I promise you: I will serve your family until my dying breath. It is truly an honor to–”

“Shh…” His thumb traces your bottom lip.

You hadn’t realized that your eyes were stinging. Tears are dripping down your cheeks.

His voice is low, gentle, like he’s trying to console you. “There was a time when I never would have considered someone not born from within these walls to be worthy of the Targaryen name. However…”

His gaze wanders to your hair, to the curls that are still wild and unkempt from last night, and he removes his hand from your chin to unlatch his glove with practiced dexterity.

He combs his bare fingers through your hair, tilting his head as if he’s finding just the right angle to stare into your soul. “I’ve had to come to learn that blood does truly matter the most. Bastard or no, whatever it is that makes us Targaryens, it radiates within you. You may not have our hair but you have our eyes, our pale skin that shines so beautifully in the moonlight. I see it in you. The blood of Old Valyria.”

Your body relaxes into the touch.

These are the kindest words anyone has ever spoken to you.

“I’ll tell you something that no one else will,” he continues. “Aegon is an ungrateful child. My brother has taken for granted every blessing the gods have bestowed upon him. He takes for granted our blood and the dominion that it grants us over dragons.”

Aemond caresses your neck and leans forward, pulling you closer so that his lips linger inches from your ear. “But you don’t. And that is why you are worthy of this house.”

* * * * *

Later that afternoon, Voidseer greets you with an enthusiastic shake of his head when he sees you enter the dragonpit.

The other dragons regard you with indifference as you walk towards him, huffs and snarls that to an ignorant ear might come across as a threat rather than acknowledgement. 

Your ears are not trained, but you know this instinctively, and that fills you with a sense of pride.

It’s as if a set of gears in your mind are clicked perfectly into place. Up until now, you were operating as a half broken doll, but now you’re fixed. Being connected to this dragon has fixed you.

His body is sleek and he’s small for a dragon–approximately half the size of Sunfyre–but he is exceptionally fast. He’s built for speed. To fly you to the enemy, burn them, and then proceed to the next. You imagine that you will be doing that a lot in the war. Or rather, you hope so, because just imagining it is so thrilling! You must be mad to be so excited by the concept of burning alive the enemy, but Targaryens are known to be mad and so there’s no need to temper yourself. 

Voidseer’s green eyes are shiny with delight as he lets out a delighted cry at your approaching, his slit pupils dilating.

He rises up to his feet, stretching his wings, which glisten purple underneath, and places his snout inches away from you.

With open arms, you lean into him and let your weight fall against him.

You can feel him breathing, the heat radiating from his nostrils. 

There’s so much you want to tell him: that King Aegon has chosen to legitimize you, that the small council has elected to grant you an entirely fictional backstory so that you may exist as a distant Targaryen from Essos, that you will live in the castle and be cared for properly as a member of royalty and never be hungry again.

But you cannot tell Voidseer all of these wonderful revelations with words--not yet, not until Aemond has taught you Valyrian–and so you close your eyes and concentrate on telling him with your soul.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Black Heart Part 7

Regulus Black AU

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn’t easy because of the war and Regulus’ denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn’t know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader  

Link to Part 6

Rating: M

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“I’m aware. I am here to talk to you about your death eater of a brother. I want him to keep his filthy hands off of Y/n before we have to either bury her or make a blooper reel of her life. You need to tell that asshole to watch his back.”

Sirius blinked several times as if trying to decide if this conversation was actually happening. After determining Dr. Sexy was actually standing on his doorstep threatening Regulus, Sirius poked his head out of the front door and looked around. He, for a moment, thought that Regulus was screwing with him in some weird way. Was there some joke that Sirius wasn’t in on? When he didn’t see Regulus in the hallway, Sirius turned back to Nicolas.

“Okay, now that I know I am not being bamboozled somehow, I’m going to say this...mate stop. For your own good and the good of everyone involved stop. Fucking with Regulus is about the first level of stupid. He isn’t one to be fucking around with.

Nicolas was shivering in anger. He was mad! Mad wasn’t putting his feelings with enough emotion. Nicolas had spent ages trying to get you to like him. There had been so much dedication on Nicolas’ side then in swoops some older rich bastard that looked younger than Nicolas himself.

“I am knocking the shit out of your boney brother when I get a hold of him. I love Y/n and he won’t mess this up!”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. It took Sirius a few moments before he was able to get ahold of himself.

“What’s funny?”

Nicolas snapped as Sirius rubbed a hand over his face. Sirius wiped a few tears from his eyes before laughing again. When he calmed down, Sirius sighed.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just laughing at my life.”

Nicolas put his hand on his hips as Sirius moved to speak again.

“Mate, she’s having his baby..two of them…if you didn’t know. Y/n is in love with him. Accept it…embrace it…look if you are dumb enough to fight my brother…he may be skinny but Regulus fights dirty. He’s going to win. Unfortunately, because you're threatening my little brother you are also threatening me. Keep it up and I’ll sit on your head while Regulus jumps up and down on you. You’ll also be pissing Remus Lupin off because he’s pals with Y/n so he will be beating on you too. If you insist on starting something…may the odds be in your favor”

Sirius promptly shuts the door in Nicolas’ face before going back to his tv show.

“Dude’s a mother fucking idiot. I would rather hug a cactus than tangle with Regulus…especially when it comes to the first girl that he’s ever been mental over. Nope. No way”

(meanwhile)

Regulus woke up alone when the sunlight began to stream down into his eyes. Frowning, he sat up and looked around the now-destroyed bedroom. The sheets had been ripped off of the bed during the previous night's activities.

“Y/n, love, where did you go?”

Regulus called out as he looked at the mess of feathers there were all over the bedroom floor. How a pillow was totally destroyed was beyond him. Regulus made a mental note to call for Kreacher to come to help him tidy up. He was thankful that Kreacher wouldn’t ask any questions about what happened. The elf would just nod and start cleaning up.

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts.

“Bathroom, can you come here a moment?”

Regulus turned and walked into the bathroom where you stood looking at your reflection.

“Is something wrong?”

He asked tentatively. Regulus hated admitting it but he was afraid when things were going well. Things typically didn’t “go well” for him. When they did go well for too long hell fire typically ruined everything.

You turned to face him with a smile. Regulus’ eyes fell down your body and stopped at your stomach.

“I woke up this morning and look.”

Regulus’ eyes widened. You were right! It seemed like you started showing overnight.

“I totally did not expect that.”

Regulus commented as you moved to wrap your arms around him.

“Wait a minute.”

Regulus murmured as he dropped his hand to run over your stomach. You were relieved when he smiled. Knowing that was a genuine Regulus Black smile made your heart happy. Even though Regulus had promised that he was happy about the babies…that little smile always made you feel even better.

“You look beautiful.”

Regulus said, pulling you a little more tightly against him. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against yours.

I’m happy.

Regulus liked that thought. He needed to relax. He was happy and you were happy with him.

I have never had that happen before.

It was a true thought, no matter how sad it was. Regulus never kept a girl around longer than a few weeks. When things usually went down in flames, it was usually due to his not willing to open up. With you, Regulus was going to try his best to open up…no matter how uncomfortable it made him. You were worth the uncomfortable feelings.

The last thing that Regulus wanted was for you to tire of him and leave. He couldn’t process the thought of you ending up with someone like Nicolas. Regulus was not about to let that younger man be the one that raised his children.

They’re my kids and I’ll be the one that raises them.

Regulus internally nodded at the thought. He hadn’t told you, and maybe he would at some point, but when he was young (before the dark thoughts and feelings started) Regulus had wanted a family of his own. A family that could be happy…not whatever the Blacks were.

“Do you mean that? What about if I gain a lot of weight and get bigger than a house?”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. He chuckled before taking your hand and bringing it to his lip.

“You worry about such silly things. I can barely keep my hands off of you. You’ll be beautiful no matter what. I really am concerned about telling these children apart. Did I tell you Sirius’ comment?”

You shook your head, knowing whatever Regulus was about to say would be amusing.

“No, should I be worried?”

Regulus shook his head.

“He said that he wouldn’t even bother learning which child was which. He is simply going to sit back and let the children tell them who they are.”

A small smile played on your lips before speaking.

“A lot of twins tend to switch names with their sibling.”

Regulus suddenly looked petrified. You couldn’t help it as you giggled

“You’re worrying too much, Reggie. You’ll be able to tell them apart. As far as Sirius is concerned, let the twins have their fun. You know, we haven’t really spoken about it…what do you want the babies to be? Girls? Boys? Does it matter?”

“As long as the three of you are healthy that’s all that matters to me. I have a feeling if the babies are girls I will understand why my uncle Cygnus was so damned crazy. Someone could look at his daughters funny and he was ready to take them out. Anyhow, now that my anxiety is through the roof, how about we get out of the house for a while…maybe go down to the beach?”

You eagerly nodded before turning to go find a clean dress to put on.

“That sounds lovely. I’ll get changed.”

Regulus turned and walked back into the bedroom scratching his head. He was in deep thought again over the babies. If they were girls would he be able to handle it? Of course, the answer would be yes. Regulus had a feeling that he would suddenly develop the urge to murder whatever punk teenager showed up at his door in the future. Regulus suddenly thought about what a dick he was.

It's a good thing that her father is missing in action. If he wasn’t, I would call him and apologize for ever having sex with his daughter.

Regulus thought as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Master Regulus?”

Regulus turned around to see Kreacher in the door. He was relieved to see the elf.

“Kreacher, I was about to call for you…”

Kreacher nodded.

“Kreacher had a feeling that Master Regulus and Mistress Y/n would need Kreacher. Besides, Master Sirius is at the house and Kreacher did not have the patience for that.”

Kreacher looked around the bedroom and looked suddenly shocked. There were feathers all over the bedroom floor, blankets thrown everywhere, and your knickers hanging from the chandelier. Kreacher blinked a few times before turning to Regulus.

“Is all well here?”

Regulus’ cheeks turned a pale pink as he met Kreacher’s eyes. Had it been anyone but Kreacher, Regulus would have been absolutely mortified. Kreacher, house elf or not, was the one being that Regulus felt understood him. He also knew that Kreacher cared about you (even if he complained about your wrecking his kitchen and organization system).

“Uh..yeah. I think we may have gotten carried away.”

Kreacher nodded before speaking.

“Kreacher will fix the pillows and clean.”

Kreacher wasn’t about to complain. He was thrilled to see Regulus happy, for once. Kreacher was also happy to see the family that he cared about continuing. If Walburga had been alive, Kreacher was positive that she would have been happy too.

You stepped out of the bathroom in a pale pink sundress. Regulus’ eyes immediately went to your stomach, yet again. There was definitely no denying it. You were pregnant…you were pregnant and Regulus was happy.

Kreacher gave you his usually squashy frown.

“Kreacher it's nice to see you.”

You said pleasantly. Kreacher gave you a nod. The last thing that he wanted was to upset you again. After making an offensive comment that made you cry, Kreacher was scared to do it again. Even after you assured him that it was just hormones the last thing that Kreacher wanted was to upset Regulus for making you cry.

“It's nice to see Mistress Y/n too.”

Regulus meanwhile had reached for your hand.

“We’ll be back later.”

Twenty minutes later you stood on the beach watching the waves crash onto the sand in front of you. You were enjoying the fresh air and quiet peacefulness that surrounded you. There was no hospital, no dying patients, no screaming, panicking, or general distress that filled your typical day. It was just peaceful nature sounds.

You turned your attention to Regulus. He had rolled the bottoms of his pants up and was wondering around where the water met the beach. You couldn’t help but smile looking at him. For this brief moment, Regulus wasn’t the man that had so much thrown onto his shoulders. He wasn’t the boy that became a death eater at 16. He wasn’t Regulus Arcturus Black, heir of the Black family…the blood traitor (that he would be in his family’s eyes)...the high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic…he was just Regulus.

Just Regulus…the man that you loved with your whole heart.

You watched with a small smile on your face as the wind blew through his now messy curls.

“I see why you like it here.”

You commented as you moved to join him. Regulus wrapped an arm around you before leaning down for another kiss.

“There isn’t any noise…no expectations.”

Regulus replied. While he knew his place with The Order was important, Regulus, if even for a brief moment, considered not going back. It was a silly thought but he loved entertaining the idea of the two of you remaining here, in this moment, forever. The two of you could raise your kids away from the crazy.

It won’t last forever…the crazy will come here eventually if the dark lord isn’t taken care of.

The thought was unwelcome in Regulus’ mind. For once, he didn’t want to think with his logical brain. He was enjoying this peaceful happy side a little too much.

Looking down at your face, Regulus realized that you were feeling the same way. You didn’t have your “doctor poker face” on. Instead, you looked like that young woman that you were. You weren’t some child prodigy that grew up to be a young doctor. You were just Y/n.

Now is a perfect time…

Regulus watched your face for a moment longer before pushing some of his hair away from his eyes.

“Remus and Tonks are getting married. Do you think they are crazy?”

You shook your head.

“No, I don’t. With this war, none of us know how long we have. Tomorrow isn’t promised. They’ll be happy.”

Regulus let his hand drop into his pocket. His grandmother’s engagement ring suddenly felt very heavy. The ring had been willed to him to give to his future bride. Granted, Regulus never thought that he would actually use it.

He had been keeping the decision to propose to himself but he had been considering proposing for some time. A lot of his reasoning was the pregnancy. The last thing that Regulus wanted was for anyone to run their mouth about HIS kids…but that wasn’t it. Regulus wanted you to be his and his only.

“What about us?”

Regulus asked softly. You instantly smiled.

“Darling, we’re happy. I am very happy. I love you.”

Regulus took a deep breath before taking the ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto your finger.

“Would you love me enough to marry me?”

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. Looking down at the emerald and diamond engagement ring, you could barely form a sentence for a moment.

“Is this an engagement ring? Are you…”

Regulus nodded, his eyes suddenly taking on that “sweet lost boy” expression that typically got him anything that he wanted.

“Yes, will you marry me? It isn’t just because of the babies…I don’t want people bad-mouthing any of you. It's also because you are the only one that I would even entertain the idea of such a thing with.”

Regulus suddenly wondered if he was crazy. He was proposing to a girl that was younger than him…and not dating long. Would you think that he was nuts? What if you did? What if you said…

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Regulus’ internal panic stopped when you said those four sweet words. He stood staring at you a moment before pulling you into a kiss. You stood on your tiptoes and tangled your hands in Regulus’ hair as he deepened the kiss.

Were the two of you crazy for moving toward marriage so fast? Maybe. Did you care? No. At the moment the two of you had everything that you both needed. For once, both Regulus and yourself had someone who loved you despite all of your flaws and insecurities…that was enough.

The two of you were so lost in the moment that neither of you noticed none other than Peter Pettigrew, in rat form, watching with a cold sneer. So Regulus Black was making himself a happy little life after deflecting…fascinating…

With a squeak, Peter disappeared down the street with some happy news for his master…

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I Can Do Better

Ciao, ciao, ciao. Life is too short; so I've brought another drabble to the two (maybe three or four?) party fan club that I am still dragging my sweet, patient @copiousloverofcopia along with me. Sorry, girl. lol <3

Once again dicking around in the magical AU that came from the mind of the ever lovely: @copiousloverofcopia.

Mrs. Prime Mover Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's life changing. And Ren is the best. Anything you click on written by her will instantly make your day better and leave you beyond flustered. Ayyyoooo!

Be well, be good to each other, and happy Thursday, my dudes.

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Okay. So, this takes place a way a way back...

Terzo handed his radiant, exhausted, (and kind of sweaty) Prime Mover a plastic cup full of ice chips. 

Alessandra stared dumbfoundedly at her husband as if he had three heads; hesitating to take the ice, “Terz… I said--”

“I have Omega and Alpha headed out to go get the shawarma order, it's not something the kitchen could handle,” Terzo cut her off, scrunching his nose at her and placing the cup at her bedside, “Paziente, Mama.”

Alé groaned, letting her head fall back against the mountain of pillows fluffed up behind her, “I’m not going to make it."  

Terzo smiled brightly as he brought his lips to give her a chaste kiss on her forehead, “Soon, cara, soon. You’re strong as hell, Alessandra; this is a cakewalk.”

“You have no idea,” Alessandra sighed in agreement before a yawn slipped out; she looked down at the hour-old infant bundled in her arms. Dante Alessandro Emeritus, their second child, their first son; already had his parents wrapped around all his ten fingers. His button nose was the spitting imitation of Mena’s as a baby. His tufts of soft, ebony-hued hair were already a mess. Dante had Terzo’s full lips and matching eye colors. Alessandra couldn’t see much of herself in their newest addition, but she knew their son was going to be one handsome bastard. Just like his Papa.

“I’m starving,” Alé pouted, stretching her achy back as she gave her husband pouty eyes. Terzo gave her an apologetic smile, biting his tongue before he let himself foolishly mention something else she could put in her mouth.

“Don’t,” Alé warned sternly; knowing exactly where his train of thought was going, “I am in no mood for your jokes.”

“I wasn’t!” Terzo lied, laughing as he stroked his wife’s untamed curls. Alé scoffed, rightfully not believing him. 

“You really are amazing, cara,” Terzo murmured, taking in his strong-willed Prime Mover holding their child at her breast. He lowered his gaze to their son, ‘Satanas, did they make great looking kids.’

Alé smiled tiredly from her cot in the ministry’s infirmary, proudly taking the compliment. Once they had made it from Dante’s impromptu birth suite in the hallway, the nursing staff quickly threw together a temporary private room for the family. Alessandra and Dante had both been fully checked out and given the ‘all clear’ by the physician. Terzo silently watched everything from Alé’s side, slightly shell-shocked as the adrenaline died down.

“He’s pretty handsome, huh?” she whispered still in a happy dopamine-filled daze; her heart couldn’t feel more full looking between a father and his son, “I wonder if you looked like this when you were born..”

Terzo smiled sadly; he couldn't help but instantly think of his own childhood, his own mother. He turned his head away from Alé. She continued to coo over their son, laughing to herself, “Just imagine: now you get to be tormented the same way you punished Primo all those years. What goes around, comes around, Terz.”

Terzo didn’t reply, the fears he’d been suppressing over the last nine months all hit him at once. The memories of his miserable childhood seeped back in as he tried to focus on anything else in the room. Traumatically losing his own mother. Being shipped across the country from one sect to another, before finally arriving at the ministry as a young child. And then immediately being tossed aside by Nihil; already having been inconvenienced enough to have a third unwanted child dropped on his doorstep. Terzo never forgot that dejected, hollow feeling from the man who was supposed to care and love for him.

Terzo held out for longer than he would ever admit waiting for Nihil to see him as his son; waiting for him to be proud. Terzo remembered all the times he had been caught in the middle of Nihil's drunken rage; being screamed at and having items thrown at him. He remembered the silent car rides growing up where Nihil couldn't even pretend to be interested in his own sons' lives. Or Nihil disappearing for months on end on drug benders. The cigarette ashes being flicked at him if he ever said the wrong thing at the wrong time. The public monologues of what a disappointment Terzo was to him.

Terzo looked up at the ceiling and turned his body away from his partner and child, pleading with himself to think of anything else. But the ‘what ifs’ kept circling back. What if this was his future? What if he ended following his own disappointing father’s footsteps and let his own kids down? What if he ended up being a failure?

“Terz?” Alé asked, looking away from the infant only to be met with her husband's back side; realizing he had gotten strangely quiet. He had his arms folded snugly at his chest and stood as straight as an arrow. She saw his shoulders sag down as he took a ragged, calming breath.

“Terzo, what is going on?” Alé pressed again, more worry evident in her voice, “What’s wrong?”

He slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact, mustering up a smile for her sake. Alé could see the misty look in his eyes and held her hand out to her partner, “Terzo, what’s wrong?”

He sniffled and let out a short laugh, he took his wife’s hand, giving it three squeezes, “I’m sorry, cara mia. Everything seems to have caught up to me all at once. I'm just emotional.”

Alé rubbed her thumb over his knuckles soothingly, smiling softly, “I knew you couldn’t be that calm, cool, and collected.”

Terzo chuckled, waving her off, trying to shrug off the conversation, “Sadly: no. Fake it until you make it. I’ll be fine, amore. Promise."

“Well, that's a lie. If you don’t talk to me right now, I swear to Lucifer you will never see me naked again,” Alessandra warned, trying to get her husband to crack. She raised an eyebrow at him as she waited for his response.

Terzo laughed as he dropped himself down into the folding chair the staff had pulled out for him next to Alé’s cot, “Eh. You got me. It’s just been a lot--”

Dante interrupted their conversation with a few snuffles and coos sounding like it might lead into a good cry. Alessandra smiled down at her first son; she gently clutched him closer to her chest, swaying him. She couldn’t believe he was finally here, still thanking Lucifer all went well. Terzo looked away from the infant, choosing instead to stare into the space in front of him as he debated about how to go about this conversation.

Alessandra interrupted his thoughts, “I just realized: Terzo, I’ve been hogging the baby, why don’t you hold him?”

“No, no, cara,” Terzo woke out of his trance and shook his head, trying to lighten the mood, “You’ve earned this, you did all the hard work. You keep the fresh baby.”

Alé rolled her eyes at him, scoffing as she started to move the infant from her chest, trying to swiftly pass him off to Terzo before little Dante started to stir again, “No one likes a martyr, Papa." 

Terzo’s arms remained firmly crossed and unmoving over his chest, “Alé…”

“Why don’t you want to hold your son?” Alé sternly questioned, before slightly grinning and teasing him, “Don't pull a Nihil." 

Terzo pursed his lips, feeling the knot in his throat forming again. Alé immediately regretted her words, knowing she had struck a nerve. She moved Dante back into one arm and with her free hand she reached to rub her husband’s arm, “I'm sorry. That wasn't funny. I didn't mean it like that…" 

“Alessandra,” he finally sputtered, speaking a mile a minute, “I’m so scared this will be different and I won’t have the same bond I have with Mena. What if Dante is like me and he’s a stronzetto? What if I yell at him? What if he hates me? What if I don't have the patience for him? I… I can’t be like Nihil.”

“You’re not!” Alé exclaimed, grasping his hand, giving it a gentle, but firm shake, “You are nothing like him. You are an incredible father, Terzo. I don’t know how many more people you need to hear this from. You are the best father I could ask for for our children. You’re a little… much at times, but you are everything Mena and Dante deserve from a dad. You are nothing like him in the ways where it matters. Why didn’t you bring this up earlier? You promised me no more secrets, Terz. We're in this together." 

Terzo tipped forward and buried his head in his hands, “I don’t have a good excuse. I know you’ve been struggling and worried about having two kids and I refused to add more undue stress to your plate. And… I waited too long to bring this up…”

She reached out and rubbed circles on his back, “My sweet idiot. You are nothing like Nihil. The fact that you’re even having these thoughts is asinine.” 

Terzo didn’t reply at first. He began to open his mouth and then it felt like there was an elephant’s foot on his chest crushing all the air out, “What if I do treat Dante like how Nihil treated me and Primo and Secondo?”

“Again: you won’t,” Alé replied, completely dismissing the idea, “You’re better than that, Terz. After everything he put you through, you know what to do and what not to do. Look at Mena. I think we’re doing a pretty damn good job with her! A little spoiled, no thanks to you, but I think we’re doing well.”

Terzo smiled up at his wife, sniffling as he carefully dabbed at the black smudging around his eyes, “Time will tell… But I can’t stop thinking about it. Every night before bed. Every morning I wake. When there’s a quiet moment in my office. Every time I'm tucking Mena into bed. What if I become my father?”

“Terzo,” Alessandra scolded, “You will never become Nihil, you care too much. You're a good man. Now stop being a fool and hold your son.”

Terzo sat up and shook his head, “I’m not ready. Not yet.”

Alé disappointedly sat back, holding the newborn baby tightly to her, “I didn’t realize you were this upset about it, Terzo.”

“Eh, the paperwork, the Papa duties shit, chasing Mena around, and courting you all day are pretty good distractions. As I said: I know you had enough to worry about already,” Terzo admitted to his partner. He looked over at his son as his thoughts began to swarm his mind again.

‘I have a son’ kept reverberating in his brain. He couldn’t believe it, after nine long months, he was finally here. And Terzo was able to be there for Alé the entire pregnancy this time around. He was there for all the milestones: every ultrasound, the first hiccups, the first movements, being there to massage out any and every cramp she had, playing him music (Meliora being the first album once they were convinced the unborn child could hear), the midnight cravings, being there to help Alé with her birth plan (a sad waste of time looking back on it now), and especially feeling his son respond and move when he sang to him. Terzo loved every second of it. Their son was worth it all. Dante wriggled against his mother, making tiny huffing noises; unable to fathom how loved he was already.

“I can't believe he's already here,” Terzo murmured, trying to change the subject, he was hypnotized by the small creature, “I’m sorry for dumping this on you… it should be a happy time... and-- I'm sorry, amata.”

Alé smirked, still watching their son with his Emeritus-colored eyes, sleepily looking up at her, “You’ll learn this soon, Dante. Your Papa makes bad choices; just really, really poor choices and he’s a damned fool. I think he's just scared of you overthrowing him. But believe me, he will grow on you after a while.”

Terzo scoffed as he briefly stood from his seat to kiss Alé’s flushed forehead, “You’re something else, dolce.”

“You’re something special, too. You're a good man. You're a great father. Stop doubting yourself; there's a reason I keep you around and let you knock me up," Alessandra teased, trying to lighten the mood, “I think being retired has made you soft. What happened to the arrogant, self-righteous Papa with an ego so large, it could barely fit through the door.”

Terzo stuck his tongue in his cheek and folded his hands behind his head, laid back as much as he could in the plastic seat, “I’ll show you large.”

“There he is,” Alé giggled, shaking her head. She stroked Dante’s cheek, softening her voice, “These kids have no idea how lucky they are to have a role model as compassionate, empathetic, supportive, and courageous as you.”

“Ah, tesoro, you’re making me blush,” Terzo fanned his face, finding himself unable to pull away from her loving gaze, “Thank you for the pep talk.”

“I mean, do you think Nihil was even present for any of your guys being born? Let alone delivering a baby! You’ve already surpassed him in “dad-ing”. None of this would have been possible without you, again, Dr. Papa Emeritus the Third,” Ale cackled, tossing her head back, gently rousing Dante again.

“Okay, circling back to that,” Terzo began ramping up for his spiel with wide eyes, already waving his arms wildly, “We’re choosing a date for you to be induced next time. Because I’m not doing this any more!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry the problem you helped create is inconvenient for you!” Alessandra mocked, still laughing to herself. 

“It’s not the birth, it's the fact that you keep having me on the receiving end. You know my track record, Alessandra! I’m going to drop the next one!”

“In the name of Lucifer,” Alé groaned quietly as her laughter ceased, wiping at her eyes, “There is not going to be a ‘next one’.”

Terzo’s well-prepared, crude response was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, “We will follow up on this later.”

"There is nothing to discuss!" Alé scoffed as Terzo sarcastically nodded in agreement as he stood.

Once he reached the entryway, he opened the door to see his two older brothers, and there excitedly hanging onto Zio Secondo was Terzo’s perfect daughter.

“Tesoro! Complimenti, Mena! You’re a big sister!” Terzo cried out, holding out his arms to his daughter; both just as equally excited to see each other. Mena almost threw herself out of Secondo’s hold as she eagerly stretched out her arms to her father.

Secondo handed his niece off into her father’s embrace, “We heard congratulations are in order, eh?”

“She did it again, Alé was an absolute macchina. A whole even 8lbs and a whopping 20.6 inches. Maybe the generational stature curse will skip him!” Terzo teased as he shook his ‘older’ brother's hands while balancing Mena on his hip.

Secondo peered past the dim glow of the room, studying his brother’s face. He looked down on him, momentarily lowering his sunglasses, “Perché stai piangendo?” 

Terzo waved him off as he continued to rock his daughter before changing the subject, “I assume you’ve heard where he made his entry?”

“We are aware. Sister Imperator is already there assessing the damage. She’s furious, Terzo. If only you could hear the screeches coming out of her mouth. She’s already roped in as many of the nosy ghouls and siblings loitering around to help facilitate clean-up,” Secondo chuckled, already so proud of his nephew and his excellent choice in timing; already sticking it to Sister. He carefully extracted a wrapped Cuban cigar from the pocket of his onyx suit and handed it to Terzo, “Congratulazioni, fratello.”

“Lo apprezzo molto. Grazie, fratello,” Terzo replied, touched by the gesture before tucking it safely into his breast pocket. Secondo gave him a brotherly pat on the shoulder as he stepped aside for Primo.

“We didn’t want to intrude, but our nipote had been asking nonstop about you two; she is aware her brother has arrived. She’s been insistent on finding her Mama and Papa,” Primo explained from the doorway.

“Thank you for babysitting her, ti devo,” the new father expressed his gratitude as Primo enveloped both him and his daughter into a bear hug. The lingering smell of warm sun beamed off Primo’s button-up shirt, he must have been out gardening when he heard the news. The familiar, comforting aroma lifting a weight off his soul. 

“Non c'è di che,” Primo replied softly as he stepped back from the embrace, “Well, we’ve done our parts. We will let you four have your family time, please let us know if you need anything else. We’re here for you.”

“Nonsense!” Terzo insisted, “You are family, too. Let me check with the mama.”

“Only if it’s not intruding,” Secondo reminded him, before shuffling his hands together, “But… we are excited to meet our nephew.”

“You should be, he’s a looker. He’s going to be something special, just like his big sister,” Terzo beamed at his daughter, receiving a shy giggle in return. He held up a finger as he and Mena headed behind the privacy curtain to see Alé and Dante,  “Aspetta un po’!”

“Mama!” Mena squealed as soon as she laid eyes on her mother in the bed; noting something bundled and stirring in her arms. She began to try and wiggle herself free from Terzo’s hold to run to Alé’s bedside. Terzo clung onto the toddler and fought her tiny iron fists squeezing out of his arms. They had wanted the meeting of the siblings to be a little more controlled and calm. Terzo was insistent on this. From all the books he had devoured over the past nine months, trying to fully prepare himself this time around, he had some idea what he was doing; surprising even himself.

“Oh, my Mena!” Alé’s eyes began to mist up at the sight of her first born, remembering bringing Mena home for the first time years before, “I’m so happy to see you, I’ve missed you, baby.”

“Missed you, too, Mama,” Mena dittoed. She whined against her father, trying to bend herself backwards out of his arms.

“Mena, aspetta, per favore,” Terzo struggled out, beginning to lose hold over his incredibly strong child, “Alé, amore, are you willing to see ai ragazzi? You don’t have to if you’re not up to it.”

“Of course!” Alessandra warmly welcomed the visitation as she sat herself up and pulled her robe back over her chest and shoulders, regaining a little modesty before receiving her brothers-in-law.

Terzo winked at her as he obviously captured one more mental image of her exposed breasts. Alessandra scoffed in disgust at her partner and rolled her eyes, patting down her hair as he turned away to gather their guests.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Terzo excitedly began, waving them into the nurse’s room, “Let’s go say hello!”

The group headed past the curtain to be met with the glowing vision of Prime Mover Alessandra and her newborn son. The exhaustion was still evident on her beautiful face as she happily greeted her guests. She shifted Dante in her arms to allow the older Emerituses a quick peek. Primo and Secondo cooed afar at the newborn as they seated themselves in the other pair of fold out chairs; letting Mena and her new brother have their moment.

Terzo mentally prepared himself, asking his daughter, “Tesoro, are you ready to meet your fratellino?”

“Yes!” Mena whispered excitedly, desperate to get into her mother’s arms.

Terzo and Mena approached Alé and Dante in the bed as Mena began to take in the view of her new sibling. 

“Hi, baby,” Alessandra cooed to her first born. Terzo leaned in to allow Mena to give her a kiss. Alessandra couldn’t believe it seeing her children before her; they had two kids now. Two. She couldn’t comprehend how she had agreed to this again. But she took faith in her husband’s reaffirming words: they’d figure it out and they’d be fine, “Mena, this is your brother, this is Dante.”

The four sat in a brief silence allowing Mena to adjust and take everything in. Terzo hugged Mena a little tighter, drawing her attention to her father, "What do you think, tesoro?”

“He’s hairy,” Mena stared at the newborn intently, taking in all his features.

“He… he is a little hairy… isn’t he?” Terzo hesitantly agreed with his oldest, the books did not prepare him for this scenario, “You too had a lot of hair when you were born, stellina.”

“I remember,” Mena nodded stoically. Terzo and Alé glanced at each other and shared a skeptical, but confused look.

“Eh, right,” Terzo broke the silence, “Do you want to say hello to him, Mena?”

“Ok,” the eldest Emeritus heir nodded slowly; still a little skeptical of the new human nestled in her mother’s arms.

Terzo lowered their daughter onto the bed next to Alé and Dante. Terzo fluffed up a pillow behind her to give her a little extra support. Mena burrowed against her mother, clinging to her arm, but still kept a curious eye on her newborn brother.

“He isn’t scary, I promise,” Alé empathetically whispered to her daughter, “You can get closer to look at him.”

Mena sat up, her small hands still firmly planted on her mother’s arm for security. She peered down at Dante’s face. Alé shifted her arms to move Dante closer to his sibling, he lightly stirred before silently yawning; his eyes still adjusting to his new environment.

“Hi, Dante,” Mena tilted her head, giving her new sibling an unsure, but welcoming smile. Mena cautiously reached a hand out to touch the blanket he was wrapped up in, seeming to relax a little more against her mom. Her little brother tried to focus on her face as she looked down on him. She squinted, inspecting the newborn before whispering for just Alé to hear, “He has my eyes.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Ale laughed quietly at the innocent revelation, stroking her daughter’s curls, “Don’t you think he looks like Daddy?”

Mena glanced back to observe her father before turning back to her brother, shrugging, “I guess.”

“What do you think, my love? How does it feel to have a little brother so far?” Alé smiled, pressing her lips to her daughter’s crown.

" He's okay…” Mena agreed, taking in her sibling's features before nodding assuredly to herself, "He's gonna be trouble.”

The room erupted in laughter at her statement. Primo gave Terzo a stern, knowing nod, remembering just how much trouble Terzo truly was as a child.

"I'm glad he gets your seal of approval!” Terzo teased smirking at his daughter. Relieved the meeting of the two seemed to be going well.

“Do you want to hold him, Mena?" Alessandra offered.

Mena nodded softly as her mother carefully placed Dante into her tiny, outstretched arms. Terzo's hands waiting on the side of the bed to catch him if Mena lost interest; as he had witnessed her doing with her baby dolls before dropping them to the floor.

“See?" Alessandra began, beaming down at the two humans she created, “Holding a baby isn't that scary, Terzo." 

“I don't need your merde," Terzo jokingly muttered in a hushed tone, glowering at her while trying to mask his amusement at her taunts.

“I'm only teasing, my love," Alé winked, wrapping her arm around their daughter and resting her cheek on her head, “Mena, tell your Papa it isn't scary to hold him." 

“You held me, why don’t you hold Dante?” Mena innocently asked, not taking her eyes away from Dante’s face. She seemed to be entranced by the baby as she gently held onto his small hand; taking in all of his features and the strange noises he made.

"That's not fair," Terzo chided Alé for using his daughter against him, clenching his jaw through a tense smile. She flashed a wicked smile at him and a wink.

"You haven't held your own son, yet?” Secondo piped up, joining in on the gentle hen-pecking of his younger brother, "Why won't you hold the baby, Terzo? You are scared, aren't you? Might drop him, mani di ricotta?”

"Stai zitto, testa di minchia,” Terzo seethed at his brother, glaring daggers. Primo gently nudged the middle Emeritus brother, breaking up their spat. Primo could read Terzo like a book and this wasn't the right time; his little brother was more tense than usual.

Primo rose from the seating in the infirmary room and made his way silently to his family. He rested a hand on Terzo's shoulder as he peered at the newest arrival.

“You’re doing so well, tesoro,” Primo complimented Mena, “You’re already such a good big sister.”

“Grazie,” Mena grinned up at her beloved uncle before returning to coo at her little brother.

"He truly is the spitting image of you, Terzo. At least from the few pictures your mama had of you when you arrived here,” Primo recollected, softly smiling as he basked in the glow radiating from the family snuggled on the bed.

“Bah, how would you remember that?” Terzo scoffed at his brother, wrapping his arm around him, patting his back. Primo leaned into the sideways hug, returning the embrace.

"You really would be surprised by all that I remember,” he smiled at his younger brother, tapping at his temple. He leaned close and spoke in a hushed, reassuring tone, "Sei dieci volte più padre per loro di quanto lo sia mai stato per noi. Non avere preoccupazioni." 

Terzo’s eyes widened as his hand clasped over his heart, “Cazzo stregone. Esci dalla mio mente.”

Primo chuckled as he gave his brother another pat on the back, "I know you fairly well, stronzo. Now get that garbage off your mind and celebrate the arrival of your son.”

“Ave Satanas. Grazie, fratello," Terzo shook his head in disbelief. 

“Sí, sí. Go tend to your tua moglie," Primo gestured forward.

Terzo gave his brother's arm a thankful squeeze as he turned his attention back to Alé and their kids. He lowered back down onto the chair, eye-height with Mena, “Tutto bene?”

“Sí!" Mena asserted, “He's very interesting." 

Terzo nodded, pretending to understand, “You're telling me he's not too bad to hold, eh?" 

Mena nodded vigorously as if she were an expert now, “Oh yes, he's a good baby." 

“Alright, Terzo broke the brief silence, clearing his throat. He held his arms out towards his son, “I’m ready for a turn then.”

Notes:

Paziente -- Patience Stronzetto -- Little asshole Complimenti/Congratulazioni -- Congratulations Macchina -- Machine Perché stai piangendo? -- Why were you weeping? Lo apprezzo molto -- I appreciate it Nipote - neice Ti devo -- I owe you Non c'è di che -- Don’t mention it Aspetta un po’ -- Wait a second Ai ragazzi -- the boys Stellina -- little star Mani di ricotta -- butterfingers Testa di minchia -- dickhead Sei dieci volte più padre per loro di quanto lo sia mai stato per noi. Non avere preoccupazioni.-- You are ten times more of a father to them than he ever was to us. Don't have worries. Cazzo stregone. Esci dalla mio mente. -- Fucking witch. Get out of my head. Tua moglie -- Your wife Tutto bene? - All good?

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Written In Blood|Part 12|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, wishing rape upon someone, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, blackmail, revenge porn, etc.

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Unlike in her novels, Evelyn's return to the conscious from the subconscious wasn't a violent jolt in a cold sweat. Instead it was like slowly coming out of good dream. It was soft, the sheets and pillows around her perfectly warm and the sun coaxing her eyelids to open.

A warm hand on her cheek gently caressed her face. "It's time to get up."

She stretched, opening her eyes and taking in the surroundings with some confusion. As if trying to place where she was. This was somewhere she hadn't been before, everything about it was strange and unfamiliar.

Levi's face hovered over hers, a smug expression on his face. "Seems like you got your beauty rest."

"What's going on-"

"Nothing to worry about. You're fine, everything's fine."

She tries to get out of bed, before noticing the handcuffs restraining her one hand to the bedframe.

In a sudden jolt of panic she pulls at it furiously, trying to free herself, but the metal just cuts into her skin.

"Stop that. You're just going to make it worse for yourself. Calm down and stop acting like a damn brat." He stills her hand with his with such power more terror runs through her.

"What kind of sick joke is this Levi?"

Now he stands, rolling up his sleeves and crossing his arms to stare at her. "It's no joke, that I can promise."

"Okay then tell me what's going on what the fuck are you thinking!?"

Anger flashes across his face briefly. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Before he takes a breath and calms. "I know you don't understand. But this is for your own good. Look at yourself, you can barely handle a little scandal, you break down over some asshole leaving you. You're not fit to keep going this way, making your own decisions, being your own person. Clearly when left to your own devices? You turn out to be a shitty human."

A look of indignation comes across her face, but he doesn't let her interrupt.

"You need a man, one who will make all the hard decisions for you. Doesn't a life where you only have to worry about writing sound appealing? You'll never have to decide where to go, what to wear, what to eat, or when you'll settle down and have brats of your own. It's all decided for you, a perfect and neat little plan."

"That sounds horrible-"

"Which I know is what you're inclined to believe now, so I took the liberty of making the decision for you. I brought you here, and I know you'll be a bit feisty to start, giving up your freedom takes time. But in the end I believe you'll see that in doing this I'm giving you complete freedom."

"You sick bastard- just let me go and we can pretend this never happened, but I'll only give you that chance once."

Again a look of anger crosses his face, but he's able to calm himself. "I hope you understand how generous I'm being with you right now. I would never let any woman, let alone my woman, talk to me like that. But since this is all new for you, I'll give you this chance to get it all out of your system so the next time you understand to shut the fuck up."

"I'll never be anything for you! You creep- you let that stalker walk away free because you're a lying, conniving, manipulative- freak!"

In that moment Levi grabs her jaw so hard she swears she could hear it crack beneath his fingers. "A freak huh? That's what you think I am, is that right? Fine. I'll show you what it means to be a freak."

Levi locks his face in with Evelyn's, kissing her roughly and aggressively before pushing her down on the bed.

================================================

Evelyn had thought her body, like her, would reject this monster with every fiber of its being, forcing out the poison.

But instead here it was dripping with arousal while he pounded into her.

Her legs were up by his shoulders and his sweat dripped on her chest while the sounds of wet skin slapping together filled the room along with her muffled cries.

His fingers rubbed at her clit, not to give her pleasure, but to watch with fascination when her legs twitched and jumped from the stimulus, reminding him once again that no matter what the situation, he had an otherworldly affect on women. Even the most stubborn ones like Evelyn submitted in body to him in one way or another.

When Levi finally climaxed he made sure to pull out quickly and shoot his cum on her stomach, muttering to himself. "Not yet, not yet-"

He marveled in the masterpiece he had just created, taking a second to take it in before reaching over and unlocking her handcuff. "You have three minutes to clean yourself and do what you need. I'm being merciful to you here so don't make me regret it."

As she stood, a solemn expression on her face, in that moment he turned away, unable to look at her dejected expression without annoyance for her overreaction.

However he didn't see her pick up the book on his bedside table and start to bring it down on his head.

[wanderingjedi77]

Hi, can I get a bo x femreader where reader gets hurt on a mission and Bo carries her back to the ship to help her and it's whump and fluff?

Hey Anon. Absolutely! I hope this is alright. :) thank you for the request.

Bo Katan x Fem!Reader (Wounded)

The shot comes so suddenly you don't feel it at first. The laser of the blaster rifle sneaks past a gap in your armor as you try to move forward to the next position. When you try to take the next step you're legs crumple beneath you, and that's the moment you feel a searing pain in your abdomen, and you scream.

There's a ringing in your ears as you put your hands over your wound, trying to keep pressure on it like you had been taught, but the only thing that subsides is the ringing in your ears as you hear a desperate shout of,

"She's been shot!"

There's more shooting from behind you as your comrades move up, and then Bo Katan's helmet comes into view as her clan lays down covering fire.

"Y/n? Y/n? Stay with me." Bo says desperately. She removed your hands to look at your wound and hisses in surprise and anger. "Those bastards," Bo says angrily to herself, and you cry out in pain. "I'm going to get you out of here."

She picks you up with little effort, and turns away fron the battle as she begins to jog, one of your arms around her neck and one pressing on your own injury.

"I'm sorry Bo." You winch as a wave of pain rolls through you. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay. I'm getting you somewhere safe." Bo tells you, "I just need you to stay with me okay?" She glanced down at you as your eyes close and Bo feels her stomach twist with worry. No, please. Stay awake y/n.

You're eyes open briefly enough to look at Bo, and then shut again. You're so tired. You realize suddenly. You just want to sleep.

"I've got you. Stay with me y/n." Bo adjusts you in her arms and you grip her shoulder tightly, heading lulling against her armor, fading in and out of consciousness.

By the time you reach the medbay, you've lost consciousness completely and it's only the rise and fall of your chest that let's Bo know your alive. She watches as the medical droids get to work on your wound, give you bacta and wrap your abdomen in a bacta patch and some bandages. They try to reassure Bo that you will wake up soon, but she stays there worried long after then have gone; helmet on the edge of your bed.

She's running her hands through her hair, sitting in a chair next to your bed when you wake up. You reach out slightly and say her name and Bo jumps in her chair.

"Y/N." Bo quickly kisses you and looks so immensely relieved that you feel your heart skip a beat. "I'm so glad you're alright."

"I'm fine. Just really sore Bo." You reply, exhausted. "I'm sorry I got shot. I wasn't trying to worry you."

"Just be more careful next time hm?" Bo scolds you, but she doesn't sound mad.

"Yes Princess." You reply, and Bo runs her arm up your arm, stopping short of your neck as you shiver.

"Did you carry me all the way here?" You ask her suddenly, and Bo nods.

"I had to get you out of there." Bo replies in a voice that leaves no room for argument. "Everyone else is fine." She adds at your look of concern. "We all made it out."

"Okay." You reply, defeated. You feel exhausted and sink further into your pillows with a sigh. "Will you stay with me for a while Bo? Please."

"Yes." Bo smiles softly and cups your face with her hands. "I love you Meshla." She kisses you softly and you're eyes close as one of her hands slips behind your head.

"I love you too Princess." You reply, breaking the kiss. You lean your forehead against hers, and look into Bo's eyes.

"What?" Bo asks.

"Nothing. I just...I'm thinking about how lucky of a woman I am to have you, Bo." You blush as she smirks, and pulls her hands away from your face.

"Oh?" Bo asks, amused. "Mhmm. Well, I'm even luckier to have you by my side y/n. You give me something to come back to every day." She kisses you again, and for a moment the pain fades, and it's only you and Bo.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ryuken Ishida (Bleach) - Oneshot

"You should stop acting so recklessly."

"What are you, my dad? I'm a grown woman."

Although you were saying that, Ryuken knew better. He tapped the alcohol soaked cotton on your cheek and you howled, jumping to your feet.

"Could you be a bit gentler!!! What do you think I am, a wax doll!!"

"I barely touched you."

"LIKE HELL YOU DID!!"

You throw a pillow from the hospital bed, yelling angrily. A nurse came in hurriedly to stop your antics. The uproar was starting to worry some of the other patients.

It's not like this is a brand new occurrence. In all honesty, it wasn't your fault. Life was peaceful before you met the jerk. Two years ago he seemed to appear out of nowhere. You were walking home from the store and like magic a huge monstrous hand just made a grab at you. For a second you thought you were delusional. But when a thin blue light blasted the beast into oblivion, you knew it was reality.

After that, he just told you everything.

Annoyingly calm. As if it wasn't crazy that huge beasts existed and them running around the place trying to devour the spirits of dead people is normal. His aloofness was infuriating. You knew it had more to do with the fact that he was strong. He wasn't afraid. But you were terrified.

So after you taught your classes in the afternoon you worked out. Kickboxing, mix material arts, taekwondo, you did it all. Hence the reason behind your constant bruises.

It was still a leap to take on one of those monsters, but you weren't going to be a sitting duck. So despite his annoying know it all snarky remarks. You keep at it. It didn't matter that some days you come back more sore than usual. You can feel the aches, but that must mean that it's working.

"Ms. (L/N)! You were right, look I passed the exam!!"

One of your former students is holding up a current test and you smile at her excitement. She's not only passed. It seems she's only lost two points. Much better than what she anticipated.

"See, getting that tutor helped. It's not that hard asking for help sometimes is it?"

She shook her head with a broad smile.

"Nope!! I'm going to show Ni-san! Arigatou!!" She's sprinting down the hall and you wave with a little smile.

"Asking for help huh.."

If only you were better at taking your own advice.

Today, you're fortunate to only have one class. Yesterday you'd taken a few more hits than usual. Even your instructor had advised that you take a few days to recuperate. Your chest hurts and last night you'd actually passed out on the couch.

You hate that Ryuken is right. Your body is exhausted. You've been pushing so hard. Walking to your class, you stagger for a second, bracing your hand on the wall.

"Shit.."

Why is your vision getting hazy?

"Damn that..bastard.."

That's the last thing you say before you collapse.

~~

"Why did you call me, surely you are all equipped to handle this."

The nurse shifted nervously.

"Y-Yes sir. We apologize, but this woman is your friend. We were advised to contact you whenever she's admitted. Her injuries are more severe than usual. We may have to call the police."

She passed him the files, and the bruises on your upper arms and torso made his jaw clenched.

"No need. She's been taking self defense classes. I told her to stop being so reckless."

Relief crosses the nurse's face.

"Oh, thank goodness."

"You can leave, I'll handle it from here."

"Y-Yes sir, please excuse me." The woman bowed, exiting the room.

"I know you're awake."

You twitched, turning your head stiffly.

"H-Hey.."

Ryuken just glared, and you sweatdropped.

"L-Listen, I like this as much as you. I'd change hospitals if this place didn't have such a good package. You've got good business skills."

"Don't change the subject. You were so worn out that you passed out right in the hallway of the university. Are you really that stupid?"

His tone pissed you off. You shoved the covers off, standing as you moved to head for the door. He didn't even stop you. Dropping the file on the table nearby, he watched you try to hobble away. You barely got five feet before your body felt like it would collapse. Finally giving up, you stopped at the table, using it as a support.

This was humiliating. You could feel the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. The droplets hit the desk, and Ryuken went quiet.

"You don't know what it's like..being weak, feeling helpless. I'm a woman, so physically I'm already at a disadvantage. But that night I..I was horrified. I really thought that I was going to die. So if getting knocked around everyday means I'll never have to feel like that again, then I'll take as many punches as I can."

You wiped your cheek angrily, glaring at the file before you.

"I don't know why you're acting anyway. You don't even care."

It must be nice feeling untouchable.

"I do."

You rolled your eyes to retaliate, but he was no longer standing at a distance. He flash stepped right to your side. You jump at the appearance. Ryuken presses his hands against the desk. You mean to say something, but words fail. It's not often that you see any kind of emotion on his face.

"You were wrong, there are things that scare me."

His gaze looks so earnest, almost vulnerable, and you stammer. Usually you have a retort to everything he says, but today, you're at a loss.

"R-Ryu.."

His palm brushes away the remnants of a stain from your cheek, and your eyes shake.

"Please, be careful from now on."

You just nod dumbly.

"I-I will.."

It's hard to say much else. You assume that he's made his point and he'll leave to let you get some rest, but you're shocked when he picks you up. A squeak escapes your lips as he holds your bridal style.

"W-What are you doing!!"

"I need to give you a thorough physical exam to make sure you're fine."

"W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN THOROUGH!! P-PUT ME DOWN!! K-KYA!!"

This man is a menace.

[hannahlikeso741]

No Promises in War. (1/?)

Summary:

It is the start of the Second World War, and Sebastian enlisted just to find his role in life. Little does he know that a promise to a comrade would serve as that purpose.

Warnings: Character death, mentions of War and Injuries, rated M to be safe.

Pairings: Sebastian x Ailey (F!MC) with past Ailey X Leander Prewett.

This is the result of a chat session with @subastian-swallows Sebastian WW2 bot. I loved the plot that I decided to write it but I didn't want to use my own MC for this, so hence with @blueraineshadows 's permission, I am using her MC Ailey Rivers for this. Enjoy!

War… War finally reared its ugly head again. 

Sebastian sighed, knowing he hadn’t much of a choice. Where’s he going to go? A boy just shy of twenty-two with no prospects and aimless. At least the army would make him a decent man or so he thought. His uncle served in the first war, warned him against the draft, telling him of how fearful of him to go over the trench, of the sounds of gunshots and bombs echoing in his ears. Those thoughts never left his uncle, as he turned to the bottle to forget. 

Sebastian snorted bitterly. He didn’t care about what his uncle said, he only left behind a letter that he will be enlisting, for his own selfish purpose. 

And now he is here, in the barracks as he is getting ready to be drafted to France. 

He couldn’t sleep, staring at the bedframe of the top bunk, the room cramped with snoring soldiers. It is hard to get comfortable on such thin mattresses, but Sebastian mentally told himself he should enjoy it while he can. Screw it, he can’t close his eyes, not when there is a battle to be won! Sebastian gave a sigh but then… he heard someone shuffling what seems to be paper. His ears got curious as he turned to his side. 

Sebastian saw Leander Prewett sighing, looking at a particular photograph and giving a kiss. Sebastian smirked as he hissed, making Leander turn towards his direction. 

“Oi Prewett! Who you kissing~?”

“Get some sleep, Sallow!” 

The pair argued in hushed whispers as Sebastian got up, attempting to snatch the photo away. Leander tried to fight back, but the photo landed on Sebastian’s hands. Leander groaned as he saw Sebastian smirking, then giving a low whistle.

“Oh my Prewett… who is this?”

Sebastian had only expected a pin up of a model on a postcard but what greeted him was the photograph of a woman. She looked so happy, wearing what seems to be a silk dress and a veil in the curls of her hair. Leander snatched the photo away, looking a bit disgruntled. 

“She’s… she’s my wife. Just newly married before I got drafted.”

“You’re married?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that statement. Leader strikes the entire platoon as the quiet one, unlike those who complained about getting the draft or some that were just patriotic. Leander strikes Sebastian as someone who just had work to do so he can go back home safely. Still, Sebastian felt bored and wanted to poke some more.

“You are a lucky bastard.”

“Oh fuck off and get some sleep,Sallow.”

“C’mon… tell me what’s she like?”

Leander gave a sigh, seeing how Sebastian’s curiosity will be the death of him and he only wanted to get some sleep to face the battle in the morning. Sighing, he decided to indulge Sebastian, describing her as best he could. 

“Her eyes are like the summer sky… bright and clear. Her dark hair just enhanced those eyes even more, but… nothing can top her smile, especially when she looked at me on our wedding day. How am I so lucky to land her… a woman who is so supportive, creative and just so full of life? I just… I count my blessings to call her my wife. Even the mere mention of her name makes me gush… Ailey… that’s her.”

Upon hearing that, Sebastian knew Leander meant every word as he gave the other an awkward pat and smile. 

“You do love her. Now get some sleep… there’s a war on.”

Leander let out a sigh of relief as he laid his head on the flattened pillow, the picture of Ailey pressed hard against his chest.

…

The bombs and the gunshot sounds were too true, Why… Why didn’t Sebastian listen to his Uncle?! If only he could take it back, run away from it all he would… 

If only Sebastian wasn’t trying to push back from further invasion from the Nazis. 

“RETREAT! RETREAT! RETRE-”

Sebastian turned his direction as he saw his commander got shot in the head, falling to the ground unresponsive. The sight scarred him so. Quickly, Sebastian ran back to the direction he came from, holding on to his helmet as he tried to evade further gunshots. 

“FAND JEMANDEN!”

Sebastian heard that sentence as he faced a Nazi soldier, ready to shoot him dead. This is it… he is going to die here, he ran out of bullets and can’t shoot. But somehow… he didn’t expect what was to happen next. Sebastian watched the Nazi soldier clutch his chest, blood sputtering as he fell to the ground. 

“RUN SALLOW!”

Sebastian recovered from his shock when he saw Leander urging him to follow in his direction, further away from the battle. Sebastian can’t recall how the pair managed to reach safety, he could only try to calm himself down and process what just happened. 

At the safety of the makeshift camp, Leander handed Sebastian a cup of water. Sebastian took it in earnest, looking up to Leander. The next words from Leander’s mouth haunted him.

“You owe me Sallow.”

…

“Fuck Prewett!” 

Sebastian continued to press on Leander’s wound, swearing he is crushing on Leander’s intestines at this rate, panting hard. How… How did things go so wrong? They were just supposed to evacuate, they were so nearly there, so near towards the sands of Dunkirk…

Leander, pale and exhausted as he lay dying on the ground, mustered every last bit of his strength when finally held Sebastian’s wrists, trying his best to speak. Sebastian didn’t want to believe it, not when they were so close… 

“Prewett, stay with me! The boats are coming, you will go home to Ailey…” 

“S-save it Sallow…” 

Leander’s breaths became shallow as Sebastian paused, his face in disbelief. He could feel his strength fading, as he tapped on his chest pocket. Sebastian got the message and with trembling hands, reached out to find that same photo of Ailey looking back at him, full of life and joy. Leander managed to slip out his wedding ring and handed it weakly to Sebastian.

“P-protect her… Find her. From… one soldier… to… another… Promise me….Sallow… You… owe me…” 

Sebastian could only nod as Leander’s eyes began to lose their light in life, his breath shaky as Leander breathed his last. Sebastian wiped away any tears he had, looking out as the sandy beaches of Dunkirk greeted him, with tiny boats risking their lives to rescue whatever that was left at the British forces in France. He closed Leander’s eyes, holding his hand one last time, barely able to mutter a sentence before he darted off to join the rest. 

“I promise, Leander. I’ll find her.”

…

“Damn it, just a flesh wound, I have dealt worse!” 

Sebastian yelled at the medic that was wheeling him into a makeshift hospital, holding down as his shoulder got hit by a stray metal pole that barely missed him. Sebastian trashed as he was being wheeled into the patients bay, the medic yelling back. 

“You have cold sweat and are losing more blood! Stay still, soldier!” 

You owe me…Sallow. 

Sebastian felt himself being pinned down as he tried to fight but the medic was right. He didn’t want to address the shaking in his body, the pounding of his heart rate or the blurry vision as a team quickly got to work, trying their best to heal him with whatever limited supplies they had left.

Where did it all go so wrong? From France to Dunkirk to here now… Sebastian is losing focus, not wanting to doze off in the fear of not being able to wake up. Too many battles since then, unable to get a decent night’s sleep from random attacks, all the rush of it became too much. He needed to stay alive, he still owed Leander… He still needed to find her, find his Ailey… his only promise as Sebastian felt his body surrendering, the urge to sleep was too great as his body finally relaxed and took a well deserved rest. 

That sentence. It haunts him, jolts him, urging him to wake up. As quickly as he fell asleep, his body woke him up, air reaching in his gasping lungs and his heart quickened the beat. Sebastian's eyes took in his surroundings, as if feeling he was still in France, his encampment being raided. The shock slowly faded as he registered the crowded room, doctors rushing to anyone that needed help, nurses scuttling about. Sebastian took the time to realize he was a lucky one to be placed in a bed compared to some who were laying on stretchers or just a fabric on the ground, groaning in pain or too shocked to speak.

First time? His mind thought bitterly.

Sebastian now felt that pain seeping into his injured shoulder, resulting in him grunting for a bit. Pressing against the wound with one hand, Sebastian tried to get up, but he saw a pair of feminine hands urging him to lie down.

“Stay still… your stitches are going to tear if you move about.”

Stitches? That isn't so bad, just dress his wound and he will march to the front lines again. Sebastian grunted in protest, wanting to just get back in the front lines until…

His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. That nurse holding him down, urging him to rest … it can’t be.

Now in real life, Sebastian took note of her blue eyes, the dark auburn hair… the freckles on her cheeks. This is… surely it must be. 

“A-are you… Ailey?”

The nurse looked startled, wondering how Sebastian found out her name. She didn't have a name tag on. 

“How did you know?”

“Um…”

“Ailey quickly now, no chit chat when others need our help!” 

The voice of the other nurse made Ailey snap out of it and not wanting to address the awkward question. Sebastian was also too stunned as Ailey quickly replaced the old to new bandages on his shoulder wound, scuttling away as quickly as she came, rushing to aid another patient. 

Sebastian blinked, confused for a moment before he looked at his shirt that was ripped, placed in the chair next to him. With the limited mobility and the sharp pain where the stitches are holding together, he fumbled about towards the chest pocket, noting the ring and the photograph was still intact. He glanced at the photo again, then looked back at Ailey’s direction. 

It is the same person, he was sure of it. The only difference was that the light in her eyes was dimmed, her lips didn’t hold a smile anymore from being tired and bogged down. Sebastian sighed as he lay back, the wound clawing at his nerves to remind him to rest. He felt the urge to sleep again but at least he could tell Leander from up above he found her.

…

For the next month, Sebastian has been looking eagerly for Ailey. He asked around the hospital staff, most of them not really bothering with his questions as there was too many injured, or some saying they will let her know, but so far, no luck.

Maybe Sebastian creeped her out and she was avoiding him, oh no. He dreaded the thought, he didn't mean to. And now with all the enquiries he must have seemed like a pest. Oh dear. But that would need to be put aside as the doctor looked over his wound.

“All set, soldier. You can head to the barracks now.”

Phew, he thought. He could now move his left arm again with no stitches or needed morphine. Sebastian nodded as he got out of his hospital bed and dressed up in his uniform, ready to report back to duty. But first he had something to ask, which led him to go to the receptionist, looking overworked and annoyed. Sebastian led out a sigh.

“Hello… um… I'm looking for someone.”

“Well you aren't the only one. Got a name?”

“It is a nurse… her name is Ailey?”

“There are multiple Aileys and there are so many nurses that come and go. Be more specific, I need a surname.”

“T-Try Ailey Rivers or… Ailey Prewett.”

The receptionist put out her cigarette as she scowled, looking through the enormous files. The tapping of her fingernails as she scanned through her thick glasses with tired eyes made Sebastian anxious. It was too slow, too unbothered for the soldier who is too used on being high alert, solving things as fast as he can. He can feel the need to just want to jump over the desk and search for Ailey himself, nothing is being done… 

“Here.” 

She found her? Sebastian’s brain only thought of that, his pulse racing as the receptionist pointed at a name, with a picture next to it. It is her. 

It didn’t take him long.

“Ailey Prewett, her shift just ended five minutes ago.”

It as all he needed when he dashed out, heading towards the exit without even thanking the receptionist. Sebastian ran, looking out into the busy London streets of passing cars and pedestrians as his eyes frantically looked out for her. 

[beepersteeper]

I Will Always Find You -- Astarion x Tav -- Vulnerability | Part 7

Astarion and F!Tav live happily together for the remaining years she has, she refuses to be turned into a vampire because her faith says that her soul isn’t finished with its work yet. Tav dies of old age and leaves Astarion to put together the pieces of his broken heart. AN: Lord of Light lore taken and changed to fit the story's means. Not canonically accurate. TLDR story line stuff. This is an AU where Astarion ascends but isn't a power hungry bastard and Tav is able to help him continue healing. Wyll is immortal and the Duke. Karlach in my mind, if given a new engine would be able to live a lot longer than the usual tiefling. Another AN: idk if anyone wants tagged in this WIP but let me know. 

His  eyes slowly bink open, admittedly fighting the urge to wake up fully. He feels something moving up and down his arm causing him to slowly force his eyes open fully. When he does he sees Vira’s hand haphazardly tracing wavy lines on his arm, her eyes still closed. He closes his eyes again, enjoying the tender moment. He yawns, unable to hide being awake anymore he hugs her to him with the arm on her back. “Good morning, beautiful.” he whispers into the top of her head, kissing her there too. She hums barely awake herself. “I hope you slept okay.”

She moves her head to look at him and smiles. “I slept wonderfully.” she coos. “But how on earth how did you convince daddy to stay the night?”

Astarion chuckles mostly through his nose. “I didn't convince him, he refused to let me take myself home.”

“He does really like you, you know.” she props herself on her forearms to look at him more easily, her bed head hair falling into her face. She leans her head to the side trying to push it to the side without her hands. 

Smiling, Astaion pushes his fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “I don't think he's the only one, darling.” he tuts. She blushes, burying her face in her hands muttering for him to stop. He does, leaning his head forward to kiss her head again. “This was the best night's sleep I've had in a long, long time.” he sighs, resting his head on the pillow behind him. “But I should consider heading home soon, I'm sure Wyll is wondering where I am, and I'm famished.” Vira nods, understanding. “You could come with me, if you’re free,” he adds.

Vira pushes herself up in bed, kissing him quickly with the intention of sitting upright. But that was stalled when Astarions hands held onto her face and pulled her back into a kiss. “I wasn’t done with that.” he chuckles watching her eyes smolder briefly before deepening their kiss, her tongue finding his and delicately dancing together. She pushes herself up again, with her hand flat on his chest and righting herself on the bed, smiling down to Astarion who sighed and licked his lips.

“I could get used to waking up like this.” she giggled mostly to herself, stepping off the bed and stretching before opening her wardrobe and turning her head to Astarion “A moment?” she blushes while pulling out a black and  maroon dress. 

“Right.” he coughs “of course.” he nods and steps out into the hall and shuts the door behind him starting to fix his clothes. As he does Eyman walks slowly into the hall squinting trying to piece together what is happening. 

“Morning.” Eyman grumbles “Why are you just standing here son?”

“Vira is getting changed, sir- sorry.” he apologizes after hearing the honorific roll off his tongue.

Eyman waves his hand “It’s too early. I'd rather too much respect than too little. You slept okay?” Astarion nods his response. “Wonderful.” Eyman smiles briefly before knocking on the door “I'm leaving for the day daughter, have a good day.”

“You too daddy! I love you.” she shouts through the door. Eyman smiles, responding with  his own love for her. 

“Have a good day Little Star.” he smiles and holds out his hand to shake and whispers to him “get her out of this bookstore will you? If she has a choice she'll probably stay here and pour herself into a book before she realizes the day has passed.” Astarion nods acknowledging what Eyman said. 

Her father walks down the stairs and leaves the building. Astarion leans on the wall next to the door and waits for her to be ready. He hears her call out to him. “Star, can you come in here please?” she huffs. He unknowingly smiles, hearing Tav’s name for him being spoken again.

“Are you decent?” he asks cracking the door open before walking in

“Yes, I just need” she sounds annoyed “a bit of” she grumbles curses “help.” He walks in to see her reaching for a lace in the center of her back. “I lost hold of the tie. Can you finish it for me?”

“Sure” he smiles and strides over taking the dark ribbon in his hands. He straightens the fabric on her back and smooths the sides along her ribs before tightening the lower laces of the corset and threading it through the upper eyelets “is that too tight?” he asks as he flattens all of the laces and she shakes her head. He finally ties the lace in a bow and tucks the ends into the top to secure them. He slides his hand down her side to rest it on her hip and leans his chin on her shoulder.

“What do you think?” she asks, looking at his face through the mirror's reflection.

“You are stunning.” he sighs, kissing her shoulder, moving her hair over her other shoulder, pushing his own deja vu from his mind, remembering the days tav would let him feed from her like this, needing to get some breakfast in his system.

“It's my favorite dress.” she starts to take a step forward to continue getting ready. She was stopped being held in place.

“It is a great dress, but you” he emphasizes “are beautiful.” he holds her hand while watching her blush. “Don't sell yourself short darling.” he opens his hand and lets her step away, leaning himself on the door frame. While she brushes her hair he asks “Is it okay if we get breakfast at my place?”

She shrugs “That's not a problem.”

“It won't bother you if I have my breakfast will it?”

“Astarion, I wouldn't be dating a vampire if I was squeamish, as long as you're not eviscerating something on the table I think I'll be okay.” she looks at him with a cheeky half smile. 

“Oh gods no.” he says, sucking on his teeth and waving the thought away. “I'm not a heathen.” Once she is ready he puts on his boots, gathers his jacket and they walk to the palace hand in hand. Going the quickest way because the hunger pangs are intensifying, it's been nearly a decade since he's felt those pangs. “Think about what you want darling, the chef will make you whatever your heart desires.”

“I usually just have coffee and toast.” she shrugs “Just have them surprise me.” she laughs, nudging her shoulder into his “What's on the docket for Lord Ancunín today?” She toys.

Groaning Astarion responds “Absolutely nothing.” he nudges her back changing his tone “Astarion however has a day full of giving his undivided attention to a certain gorgeous woman.”

“Who’s the lucky lady?” she jokes.

“She's truly amazing.” he smiles and looks at her out of the corner of his eye “she's funny, and intelligent, and the first person in like 30 years that I've wanted to spend time with. She's about this tall” he puts his hand above her head “and has these green eyes that make it hard to breathe if I look at them too long.”

“Stooop.” she coos, turning her face away to hide her cheeks flushing.

“You aaasked” he responds with the same tone and laughs as he opens the door being immediately greeted by a worker.

“Lord Ancunín, welcome home, do you need anything?”

“Breakfast. Please.” he urges hanging his jacket on the banister. “And have Ellar make that breakfast sandwich he used to make, for my guest.”

“Right away my lord, will you be taking it in your room?”

“Not today. The dining room is fine.” he shakes his head as the worker leaves in a hurry. Astarion gestures with his head for Vira to follow him. “I promise I'll give you the tour you deserve after we eat.”' He guides her to the large dining room walking past Wyll’s office as he waves to him earning a suspicious look over the newspaper. No sooner than he pulls a chair out for Vira his goblets were delivered. “Oh gods below thank you.” he looks at Vira as he sits next to her holding one of the goblets “Are you sure you're okay if I..?”

She pushes the bottom of the vessel toward his mouth “If you don't just have your breakfast…” she darts a threatening look to him “I swear to all of the gods I will make you.”

He sighs happily into his glass, finishing one quickly, dulling the ache in his stomach. He picks up the second, wiping the corner of his lip with his thumb making sure he didn't spill any. “I almost forgot, you're in charge.” he tuts. She raises her eyebrows and smiles. He tends to his second glass slowly, savoring it. Making a note to figure out where it came from, certainly tastes human again. Vira’s meal is delivered and she coos over how delicious it is. I could eat this every day for the rest of my life, Tav would say. I don't know what Ellar does, but he does it well. Astarion raises his goblet and takes another shallow swallow. They enjoy their breakfast together and he rocks his head back finishing the contents of his glass and setting it on the table and closing his eyes, sitting in the slight high from human blood again and after a day without any. He opens his eyes when he hears Vira speak.

“What's it like?” she says, earning a confused look from Astarion. “Does it just feel like eating regular food?”

“Not really.” he shakes his head “it depends on its source. Non-thinking creatures are like watered down broth. Just enough to survive but never enough to be satisfied. Others, it's like a full bodied wine, heavy in  the stomach and can sometimes cloud the mind like a strong drink. But everyone is different, no two taste the same.” she nods, processing the answer. A different worker comes and clears the table. Astarion stands from his seat and offers his arm to Vira “How about that tour I promised?” She takes her usual place on his arm and he leads them both through the palace, pointing out different interesting rooms, art, or details. “This is home.” he shrugs.

“This place is huge.” she says in awe spinning in a circle, enamored, taking in everything. “I can't imagine living in a place this big.”

Astarion shrugs agreeing. "That's why I'll never tell Wyll, but I'm glad he stays here.” He whispers to her walking down a small flight of stairs to get to a terrace “and here's the best view from the palace of the entire city." He gestures broadly “and on especially clear nights you can't find a better view of the stars.” He leans his hands on the fencing and looks over his domain.

"So you've watched the gate grow from here for 300 years?” Vira asks leaning like him to his side. 

“More like the last 100." He admits, shrugging “the first 200 I was not… I didn't have much time to just sit back and watch.” she doesn't say anything but places her hand on his squeezing three times and rubbing her thumb across his knuckles. They look over the horizon and see a fleet of ships making their way into the channel of port. Astarion watches her eyes fix onto the first ship in the fleet as her mouth turns down for a moment before returning to its neutral state. “Where to now?" She asks, pushing herself away from the stone fence turning away from the view.

He cocks his eyebrows at her apparent disdain for the ships. “What was that look for?” he asks following her.

Vira rolls her eyes and sighs “My mom died in a shipwreck some 20 years ago.”  She takes a breath and turns sad eyes toward him. He on instinct pulls her into a hug caging her to him with his arms keeping her facing the building. “Assumed dead I suppose. But at this point Daddy and I have all but accepted it. When I was a kid I used to go sit at the docks where we lived and wait, and wait and wait for her to come home. But she was the captain and I know she wouldn't have saved herself before any of her crew.” she leaned her forehead on his shoulder, breathing shallowly. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't know…” Astarion is really unsure what to say.

She shakes her head “You wouldn't have any reason to, we don't talk about it any more. Hurts daddy too much. And I’ve learned how to be alright. I still keep in contact with some of the crew she had, luckily a few have stayed on land since then and one has even made a home here in the gate. They're actually the reason we moved here. She and daddy have found some sort of… comfort” she laughs and sticks out her tongue at the thought “in each other's company.”

“Oh. OH! Oh..” Astarion flips through the emotions quickly realizing what she was implying. “That's something I know now.” he laughs with Vira who restates about the tour, wanting to be done talking about her mother. 

“That's really the end of the grand tour." He chuckles and stands upright as well. “But I need to get changed because I already don't love dressing up like this" he gestures to himself “and now I've been in this for an entire day." They walk for a moment and turn into his and Tav's room. “Just give me a moment." He asks while taking his shirt off and grabbing a new plain outfit and walking into the washroom. Vira catches a glimpse of his scar and causes her breath to audibly catch. “What's wrong darling?" 

"Can I ask about those…” she trails off, letting her eyes travel the expanse of his back.

He heaves a breath into his lungs turning his eyes to face her. "Let me change first?” 

She nods and urges, "I won't ask if you're uncomfortable." As he closed the doors of the washroom. 

“It's fine, really. Just a sore subject, but if Tav ever taught me anything it's that transparency in a relationship is important." He kind of mumbles to himself, lacing his pants and putting on his scented oil. He walks out of the room finger combing his hair willing it into place not letting his eyes meet hers. “Come here?” He asked his voice softer than usual, reaching his hands out to her and setting himself on the foot of the bed. She does, standing between his knees pulling his head gently into her chest running her fingers through his hair trying to soothe his nerves while he begins to speak. “I haven't always been this person. A decent person.” 

He scoffs at his own words and starts at the beginning explaining his life in a tone as if talking about a different man. I was a magistrate in a new town. I pissed off the Gur and they mugged me, and a powerful man offered to save me from my inevitable death. And like an idiot without hesitation I took his offer. Cazador Szar turned me into a bloodthirsty monster to do his own bidding. My 6 spawn siblings and I were his to do anything he demanded. I spent 200 years luring so many people into my bed and then into his grasp. That monster carved those runes into our backs in an attempt to become the first and only Vampire Ascendant- A being with all of the strength of a vampire that had none of the weaknesses. One who could live an eternal life on the line between mortal and immortal. The runes were all the fine print of an infernal contract. My adventuring companions, Tav, Wyll, and Karlach helped me take his spot, with the promise that I wouldn’t become like him. The devil you know and what not. We knew that I wouldn't cause the same carnage that he would or the 7 thousand nearly feral spawn. I've spent the last hundred years trying to retrain my mind from being a spawn, trying to right wrongs and do some good to… I guess make up for his past mistakes and my own. “All of that to say I'm a broken man. Those scars just are a physical reminder of all of the shit I've been through.”

Vria doesn't say anything, but doesn't move either. she just continues raking her fingers through his hair, gently dragging her nails on his scalp.  Astarion looks up at her face, trying to glean some sort of understanding of her reaction. Worry, empathy, so many questions hiding behind her eyes. He sets his forehead on her stomach letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She kneels on the floor holding his face in her hands, not letting him escape her gaze. “Thanks for trusting all of that with me.” her smile is light and genuine "I didn't know you've been through so much.” She rests back on her heels finding his hand with hers. He shrugs again, unsure what to say.

"That's an awfully calm reaction to finding out that I am a literal monster.” He chuffs and tries to turn his head away from her.

“I don't see a monster." She shakes her head, holding firm on his face “I see someone who has been through the hells and back and somehow hasn't lost the drive to be good. You said it yourself." She smiles a little more than before.

He shakes his head and forces air through his nose raising his lip disgusted. “How do you see that through everything I just told you?”

"Because” she starts "all of that is who you were. That's all the experience that made you who you are today. And from what I've seen, who you are today isn't a “monster"” She emphasizes with finger quotes "if you were ever one before.” to which he just smiles a weak smile and shakes his head. "What? Do you want me to see you as a monster?”

"Of course not.” He says shooting his head up from where it was resting knitting his eyebrows in the center of his face.

"Then stop trying to change my mind, Star.” she urges, earning a surprised laugh from the pale form in front of her.

“Whatever you say." He chuckles and shakes his head again.

The rest of the day was spent just spending time together. Truly getting to know each other. They talked about their past good and bad, friends, family and dreams. Before they knew it dinner time had come and they were invited to join Wyll in the dining room. He had asked for a hearty meal to be made because he said "I was kind of missing the campsite today.”

Astarion laughs hard when they are served the same stew that Gale used to make, simmering over the fire all day.  “You're telling me you miss sleeping on rocks?" He jokes feigning a sore back.

"Now, now I didn't say that." He laughs. “Just the…  company. And now you're back, and you've brought Vira around… it feels like some pieces of our past are coming back together.”

Vira talks to Wyll about his account of their adventure, telling embarrassing stories about Astarion in the process. Astarion sits back in his chair, tending to his supper and just looking at Vira. Trying to wrap his mind around everything they talked about today. He reaches out his hand and squeezes her thigh three times before returning to the conversation at hand, trying to defend himself from Wyll’s exaggeration of the blood-drained boar outside of the goblin camp. After supper is over Astarion walks Vira back home, the sky losing its light quickly with the setting sun. He opens the door for her and closes it behind himself, being greeted by Eyman.

“You have a good day daughter?” he asks, kissing her cheek.

“Just the best daddy.” She sighs and smiles as if Astarion wasnt there and starts detailing their day like a schoolgirl. “We spent the whole day just talking. I've never been more excited to just talk to someone than I am with him.'' She coos and grabs his hand. “Also, thanks for letting him stay last night.”

“Of course.” he smiles past her to Astarion “I wouldn't let someone you care about so much wander the streets at that hour.” to which Astarion rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Then I should leave soon before I have to stay again.” he flirts , winking at Vira.

“Don't press your luck Little Star.” Eyman jokingly warns with a wagging finger.

“I should excuse myself though, Wyll needs me back home tonight.” he says bringing Viras knuckles to his lips to kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks her directly.

“I would hope so.” she blushes.

“Good night Eyman” he shakes the man's hand getting a nod as a response.

“I can take a hint.” Eyman chuckles and walks into the curtained room.

Astarion puts his arms around Vira’s waist pulling her close to him and in turn she drapes her arms over his shoulders. “Thanks for everything today, Darling.” He is cut off by a quick response, her saying there was nothing to thank her for. He ignores it and continues “Thank you for listening to me, for not judging me, for wanting to see the best in me. But most of all thank you for trusting me.” he kisses her lips, breathing in her scent, pulling away only when they need to take a breath. “I don't know what the future holds, but I hope beyond hope I get to see it with you, love.”

“Then isn't it great we want the same thing?” she flirts, touching his nose with hers. Astarions smile reaches the creases around his eyes as he nods. She kisses him sweetly before saying “Goodnight Star, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walks away slowly, backwards holding her hand until they couldn't touch any more. 

He shuts the door behind himself and walks happily to the cemetery. He kneels in front of Tav’s marker placing his hand on the stone and his forehead on his hand. He speaks to Tav in his mind Gods, my love, I wish you could tell me if she's… if she's you. I can feel myself drawn to her. It just feels… natural being with Vira. There's moments that I feel like I've known her for, well, as long as I've known you! It's got to be. But how do I figure it out? How do I show her? Will you hate me if I'm wrong and I still fall for her? His chest wrenches with the last thought. Conflicted. Just give me a bloody sign darling. Tell me if I'm even close to being right. At that moment he hears Vira’s voice call out through the night 

“Astarion! Daddy said if you don't go home right now he's going to drag you into this house himself.” she calls leaning out of her open window leaning on her hand looking at him kneeling in the grass.

He giggles into the face of the stone. He doesn't believe in signs, but if he did, that would be one. “Tell him I'm leaving,” he calls back “I just needed to talk to Tav for a moment. Goodnight Darling.” They wave to each other as Astarion walks at a quick pace out of the cemetery, keeping that pace the majority of the way home. 

When he walks in the door he is almost immediately greeted with a glass of warm red liquid. He thanks the worker and asks where it was procured. The worker responds by saying that an old contracted agreement offered their service again when word of his return spread. He nods, accepting that response. He walks into Wyll’s office to begin going over  their calendar planning different meetings and events that they are either planning, collaborating in planning or being noted guests at. 

“Glad to see you made it back tonight.” Wyll joked from his stack of papers

“If you and I didn't already have a date I probably wouldn't have.” Astarion responds in kind. “Although I almost didn't get the chance to because Eyman saw I was in the cemetery after I left and I had to leave before he ‘dragged me in the house himself’.” Astarion uses finger quotes. “I've been on this plane for 3 full centuries and he is treating me like I'm his child.” he scoffs and smiles without realizing it.

“He's treating you like you're dating his daughter. I don't think he would care if you were 30 or 500 years old. That's the role you're in.” Wyll gestures with a paper scratching the base of his horns. “You're not worried that things are moving kind of fast though? Spending the night together already?”

“Not at all. It's not like we're sleeping together, well we slept together  but you know what I mean. We're just going with the flow. Seeing where things go. It's incredible how natural this all is.” he looks at Wyll for a moment before continuing “Do you believe in signs?”

“Suppose I do?” Wyll humors Astarion.

Astarion explains the whole scene in the cemetery tonight ending his description saying “I asked if I was close, then Vira called out to me. That's weird, right?”

“Certainly a strange circumstance. If I believed in signs I would be inclined to believe that was one.” Wyll says diplomatically. “And yet you decided to come home to work on this with me rather than spend another night with her? I'm honored.”

Astarion groans loudly and buries his nose in his work, accepting an invitation to a dinner honoring the new graduating class of the Flaming Fist in 3 months time. “I hope these fledgling fist remember what their studies taught them and we won't have to intervene again.” Wyll nods in agreement “Are you bringing anybody?”

Wyll considers the question for a moment before suggesting he could reach out to karlach “she had said recently that she's hoping to come topside, her engine has been upgraded and maintained. She thinks that she may be able to come back up full time…”

“Hmm, maybe I can harass you like you've done to me if she comes topside. I recall all of your stories you shared over a bottle of red when she had to go back to Avernus.” Astarion taunts.

Wyll blushes briefly before closing his own work. “Just mark us both down for a plus one would you? I think I'm going to retire for the night.”

Astarion sucks his teeth with a tut “We were having such a fun conversation my friend.”

“You were having a good time taking the piss my friend.” Wyll retorts, bending slightly at the waist. “I have a tiefling to contact.” he says picking up an enchanted book and waves it in the air before leaving the room. 

Astarion chuckles to himself and cleans up the desk before retiring to his room for the night as well. Changing quickly and collapsing into bed, realizing he is able to meditate again. He happily falls into his trance and rests through the night.

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[hopingandwishingjs5]

Connor Gallagher x Reader.

Blurred Lines - A girls night out just causes a little blurring to the edges of their world.

18+

Some smut. Did he? Didn't he? Jealousy.

It's taken a small village to help me get this here.... so thank you to my villagers, you know who you are. 💙💙

"But why do you need to go and watch some random blokes taking their clothes off? I can do that for you here babe."

She felt his hands easing up her short skirt and gently roving towards her underwear.  This was hard, she knew he wouldn't like it, he hadn't liked the idea when the other girls had booked it months ago and she knew he was hoping she'd back out.  But she wasn't, she wanted to see what all the fuss was about and a day in Central London would be fun with the girls, not to mention the alcohol and entertainment.

His fingers finally reached their 'destination' and she twitched a little at his touch, she saw the smirk flash across his face and it just confirmed her decision for her as she took a small step backwards. 

"I'll be home before you know it Con, just, go on your X Box with the other lads, pretend I'm still here watching TV"

She didn't mean for it to sound like a dig at him and his normal routine, but if that was how he was going to take it she wasn't going to argue. This was a rare 'girl only' night out for her and she had been looking forward to it for ages. Bending down she went to kiss him and saw his shoulders stiffen, he was so pissed off at her right now..... 

"I'll be back before you know it Con, will let you know when I'm in the car back, ok?"

Her lips met his and he once again tried to change her mind by grabbing her arse and bringing her into his lap, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and eased her hands into his hair, slightly longer than normal and she was loving it. The sound of her phone alerting her of the Uber outside made her break the kiss, wiping a thumb across his lips to remove her lip gloss.

"I've gotta go Con, the girls are here in the car, but hold that thought for me yeah?" 

She locked eyes with him and her heart sank a little as he huffed out a breath and broke the stare.

"I'll probably be asleep when you get home drunk, messy and late! If I am, don't wake me, I have training tomorrow."

He watched as she slipped from his lap and walked to the door, never turning around, just grabbing her small bag and exiting the house.

"FUCK!" Conor, threw a pillow across the floor and stood up, stomping into the games room and signing onto his X Box reluctantly.

"Hey! Conor, you a stripper widower too?" Mason laughed as he spoke, making the statement for the small group of friends on the game.

"It's not funny Mase, you not servicing your missus right or something so she has to go watch men she doesn't know take their clothes off and grind all over random women? I'm not fucking happy, what if they pick Y/N up to fucking grind against? I swear to God Mase make you suffer first then I'll hunt the bastard down, dirty fucker!"

Conor could feel himself getting more and more wound up and as he stopped speaking he heard the other lads sniggering on the call.

"Con mate, it's only like us going to a strip club, or going on the lash for the night and having all the fit birds playing up to us, calm down, Y/N will be fine but just a note to yourself eh? Maybe spice it up a bit when you're together if you're feeling this threatened."

Conor adjusted his headset and huffed out a breath. 

"We don't need to spice it up thanks mate (he emphasised the word mate), it's spicy enough, just set the game up and look after your own missus and leave me and mine alone."

Conor spent the next few hours immersed in the world of COD occasionally checking his phone hoping Y/N would hate the whole thing and come home early, no such luck!

"Con? Con babe?"

Conor woke to kisses being placed on his lips, two hands in his hair and his dick standing to attention like it was on patrol. His eyes couldn't focus quick enough as he realised he was awake and Y/N was straddled across his hips as he lay on his back, her mouth now tracing down his lips and his neck.

"I reeeeeeeeeally need you, reeeeeally need to ride you"

Her hands were scratching lightly across his body and he was loving the attention but he wanted to try and take part himself.

"Babe," he took hold of her hands, "Y/N let me just, let me move a little first, you're still dressed and ...."

She giggled against his neck.

"I've taken my panties off, feel" 

She grabbed his hand and placed it between her legs, forcing it as close as possible and sighing as it touched her centre.

"Just, yeah, there, just, please use your fingers." She was grinding against his hand and Conor gave up, who was he to argue.

Flipping them over he raised himself above her and dragged her skirt higher to give himself full easy sight and access to her, he had to swallow down the thought that she was dripping wet and he presumed this was the result of the night out entertainment, but he'd worry about that later.  Now he wanted to make the most of her being extremely horny.

He ran his finger through her dampness, hearing her sigh and feeling her buck against him, she was now biting at his neck and he knew, he just knew she would have marked him and he'd get shit tomorrow from the lads.

He felt her begin to shudder, her legs shaking slightly and her hands beginning to grip at his shoulders, 

"I wanna ride you Con, wanna make you feel good, wanna feel everything"

She looked at him and Conor noticed her eyes were glazed, he knew she wouldn't remember a fucking thing about this tomorrow when she woke with the hangover from hell. Rolling them around again he lay back and watched her struggle to grab hold of his dick, almost falling off him as she tried to grab it and then ease herself onto it. 

He sighed, the thrill of having her wake him horny as hell was quickly dwindling.

"Y/N let me help." Sitting her atop his hips he eased his hand between them, stroking himself a couple of times and then easing her down, swearing as she slipped down easily and she groaned out a long swear word as he thrust up into her. 

"Con, you're so fit, I wanna ride you forever, want you to make me raw, make me scream."

She was messy in her attempt, hands on his chest then into his hair, pulling at it and her lips everywhere, he was loving it, but hating it at the same time.... was it the alcohol? was it the strippers? He wasn't sure but when she leant down and slurred the words "I wanna come all over your dick," Conor was lost, gripping her hips he drove into her, loving the way she was chanting his name, the way her head dropped back and she exposed her neck for him to nibble on and lick as sweat started to appear on it.

Again, he felt her tighten around him only this time he was in full control.  

"Come on Y/N, give it to me, you know you want to, come on, now, let it go."

As he finished whispering into her ear she straightened up and moaned loudly, her hands grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them together, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and Conor thought she'd never looked more gorgeous.

He pumped into her a few more times and then felt his own high hit, gripping her hips until he was sure they'd be bruised as he raised her and dropped her onto his dick, swearing up a storm as he did so. He felt her slump down onto him and he eased her onto the bed, slipping out and making his way into the ensuite to grab a cloth to clean them with. 

On returning to the bedroom the sight that met him made him shake his head, she was star fished across the bed, unconscious, actually drooling onto his pillow! Using the cloth he tried to clean her the best he could, ignoring the weak slapping arm as she tried to move him away, slurring something into the pillow about leaving her alone. Shaking his head, he walked back into the ensuite, cleaned himself up and made his way to the spare room. He was a mixture of emotions, glad he'd got laid, hurt that she wouldn't remember how good it was and angry that it had been another man / men that had got her wet in the first place.  Running his hands through his hair he lay down and tried to sleep, if he struggled in training tomorrow Mase was getting an earful.

"Jesus, Last night was wild in ours, Sarah jumped me the minute she got in!"

Conor could hear Mason's voice as he got to the locker room door,

"I couldn't fucking keep her off me, what about you Ben?"

Conor heard Ben laugh and knew, just knew he'd be agreeing, it seemed like all the girls had gone home the same way..... feral!

"Con mate, did Y/N wake you up? Bet you were glad she'd gone then weren't ya?" 

Mason's teasing was doing nothing to alleviate Conor's mixed feelings about the previous night / early morning. He just grinned and started to get changed, glad when the coach came in and ordered them all into the gym.

Arriving home Conor was amazed the blinds were still closed, but as he entered the living room he saw Y/N lying prone on the sofa, a cloth across her eyes, painkillers and bottles of water strewn on the coffee table he knew why, just as he'd predicted. 

The hangover from hell had landed.  He placed his bag down and removed his trainers, he knew he had two ways he could play this..... 

"Con? Is that you babe? Can you bring me a bottle of water from the fridge please?"

Her voice was croaky and she looked like shit. He sighed and walked towards the kitchen, option 2 it was then.

"Here you go Y/N, you feeling rough? Have a good night did ya?"

It killed him to sound so okay with it but he had to suck it up, all the other lads were loving the fact their other halves had arrived home steaming, demanding rough sex and then passing out, but he had always liked it to be more, to mean more. He couldn't help it, he loved her, it was their thing, they'd only ever had each other and he loved that, he loved he was the only one who knew what she looked like when she came, and he was thrilled his was the only dick she'd ever had her mouth around.  Last night though, something about it was so good it kept replaying in his mind, but the fact she was reacting to someone else getting her excited, that was just too much for him. He knew he sounded soft, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't apologise for it ever.

Sitting down next to her and gently lifting her legs, placing them across his lap he started to gently rub them and heard her let out a slow breath.

"I think I may be dying Con" she croaked. "Everything hurts, and I do mean everything." 

He smirked as her eyes glanced down to her own groin and then back up to his face and then closed again as if it had taken all her energy to move her eyeballs.

"You were, well, a bit wild last night when you got back. I was, well, you wanted it, well demanded it that way so I had to, didn't I? Sorry if it's uncomfortable"

She moved the cloth from her eyes and tried to sit up, groaning as her head lifted from the cushions.

"Was I horrid? I didn't say anything cruel did I?" Was I just, like, desperate? Ya know, all over you?"

Conor watched the pinkish flush give her face it's only colour and he nodded slowly, raising his hand and lowering his t shirt collar to show her the love bite on his neck which he'd had his arse ripped for today.

She slunk back onto the cushions and dropped her arm across her eyes. 

"Oh my god! How old am I, 13? I'm so sorry Con, I know we don't do that, I'm just.... I have no idea what I did when I got home. I swear once the fresh air hit me I have no recollection." She removed her arm and looked at him, "Thats fucking scary isn't it? I'm such a twat, I shouldn't go out alone" She made to shake her head and as she did the motion made her heave, bending forward and vomiting into a bucket next to the arm of the sofa, the sound and the smell made Conor's stomach churn, he hadn't even noticed the bucket, but now he couldn't keep his eyes off it.  He waited until she'd finished then stood up, taking it into the toilet, emptying, rinsing and cleaning it out before returning it to her smelling and looking fresh. She at least looked sorry so he couldn't be angry with her, after all, it wasn't anything he hadn't done himself and she'd returned the favour of looking after him.

He leaned down and stroked her hair softly.

"Shall I run you a nice bubble bath, make you some cheesy scrambled eggs and a nice cold vimto?"

She looked at him and her eyes filled with tears, " I love you so much Con, that would be lovely."

He wiped a thumb under her eyes to stop the tears from falling and made to kiss her but the smell of her breath made him retrace his movements.

She covered her mouth and blushed "Sorry, I stink, been being sick and also last night's breath, I seriously couldn't stand and brush my teeth.... I'm minging aren't I?" 

As she finished speaking, she burst into tears and wailed. If she hadn't looked so unwell, Conor would have laughed at the dramatics of it all, but he locked it all away in his memory bank for next time she giving out to him calling him a drama llama.

Y/N lay in the bubbles, she’d seriously never felt so bad after alcohol and the lost time from getting into the Uber and waking this morning was worrying her.

Her phone rang, the noise causing her to clench her teeth and curse.

“Hello!”

“Good God what bit your arse? Or should I say, did you enjoy your arse being bitten?”

Sarah's laughter down the phone wasn’t helping Y/N's hangover at all.

“Ugh, I’m fucking dying, I swear, I have no memory of the last part of the night or getting home, it’s bloody scary. What about you?”

Y/N hated the sound of the laughter on the other end of the phone, she knew it was going to lead to something she really didn’t want to hear…

“Oh My God Y/N you were off your head, you kept trying to climb on the stage, trying to grab the legs of the tall blonde, shouting just let me touch you, I have skills, you’d love them!”

"We were howling at you and you were loving the attention. You kept saying you’d never seen anything as sexy in all your life, that Conor was gorgeous but this, was a whole new level for you. We knew it was just the tequila talking, and before you start beating yourself up, you weren’t the only one, Annie was dragged up and loved every minute of it, dunno how she’ll explain all the oil on her clothes to Ben!!”

Y/N remembered Annie and how they'd all encouraged her, but she had no recollection of her own behaviour.  She’d die if she thought Conor would ever find out, their sex life was amazing, he was gorgeous, everything she ever wanted, what the fuck was she saying stuff like that for.

“Are you not rough today?” Y/N felt like she would never feel normal again.

“Rough as toast, but the sex last night when I got home helped sweat most of the alcohol out, my god, it was amazing. Mase has said he’d be up for us going again, lol, dirty fucker…. I honestly was feral…. Mind you, you were desperate to get home yourself, the things you told us you were going to do to Conor, we literally feared for him. We honestly didn’t expect him to make training today, but Mase told me he made it and that he was sporting quite the love bite!!”  Sarah's loud laughter made Y/N cringe.

“Yeah I err…. it’s not really something….. well…. I know I’m aching all over, but to be honest, I have no memory of it, I feel so bad, but Con hasn’t said anything so maybe he’s good with it.”

“I hope you didn’t tell him what you told the guy on the stage last night,” Sarah replies, still giggling.  

Y/N felt her body cover in goosebumps, “Oh shit, what did I say?”

“You were trying to video him on your phone and the security man came over and said no filming the act and you shouted that you needed to film it so Conor could learn how to take his clothes off like Blondie it was turning you on so much. Honestly Y/N you were up for anything!”

Y/N gulped. “You haven't told Mase this have you? I’d die if Con found out, it’s just not…. I don’t need him to…. Fuck!”

Realising her words had created anxiety for her friend Sarah's tone changed, “Honestly Y/N it’s okay, we’re not sharing anything with the lads, they don’t need to know, it was a girls night out, don’t worry. Get rested, clear the hangover, give Conor some loving and just put it into the back of your mind, it’s done, okay?”

Y/N said her goodbyes and hung up the call, groaning as her arm slipped back into the bubbles, glad she had kept the phone on speakerphone instead of holding it to her ear, that would have taken far too much energy. Remembering the last part of the conversation she huffed out a breath, and let herself slide under the water wishing it could wash away the information she’d just been given.

Outside the bathroom door Conor stood with the bath sheet in his hands that he’d had warming in the tumble dryer and was bringing up to wrap around Y/N when he helped her out of the bath, but as he arrived at the door he heard the conversation in mid flow, his heart dropping to his feet at the thought that some random bloke taking his clothes off turned his girlfriend on more than him doing it.  This, exactly this was what he was dreading when she went out last night.  The rational part of his brain knew stripping and dancing was what these guys were trained in, but still, he didn’t want his girlfriend forever comparing his undressing to some bloke she saw on a drunken night out doing it. He gripped the towel to his chest and pushed the bathroom door open,  laying it down on the nearby ledge and nodding towards it, “Thought you’d need this.” He didn’t mention that it had been warmed, because whilst he had been listening to the conversation and then mulling over the information afterwards it had gone cold again.

“Awwww thanks babe, I love you” Y/N looked at him and smiled the best she could whilst her head was imploding and her heart was heavy, she did not deserve this wonderful man.

Conor just swallowed, “I’m errr, I’m going over to Ben's, see you in an hour or so okay?” He watched her nod and close her eyes….. Probably thinking about Blondie stripping his clothes off Conor thought, it made his stomach flip and his head begin to ache.

Conor sat in his car, his phone to his ear, the constant ringing annoying him until eventually it answered and he began the conversation, stuttering at first then easing into it when they talked him down and calmed his nerves.

2 days later

“Lots of men feel like this first time, you’d be amazed.”

Her voice was honey sweet and dripped from her lips and Conor couldn’t get enough of hearing it, even though he knew it was wrong to be enjoying it so much, but hadn’t Y/N enjoyed her time with the strippers.

“I’m not the most expensive, but I’m far away from the cheapest so you’ll get what you pay for I can guarantee and it definitely won’t be a chore with a good looking bloke like you, I feel guilty charging you.”

Her eyes were raking over his face and his hair, she’d already looked him from toe to head when he’d walked in smiling at him like the cat that got the cream.

Conor averted his eyes and looked around the cafe then back at her, “Errrr thanks?”

He watched as she raised a manicured polished long nail to her red lips and looked at him, “I seem to feel I should know you, but I have clue where from, have we done business before?”

Conor shook his head so fast his hair fell from behind his ears and he tucked it back feeling like a virgin again. “No, definitely not done anything with you before, honestly, I’m a first timer, I mean, not a first timer,  but, first time doing this, errr, this kind of thing, not doing it…. I’ve done it… Lots, done it so many times…. I’m…. errr”

She smiled at him and placed a soft hand on top of his,

“It’s so refreshing to see someone so nervous, they’re usually full of bravado and all Johnny Big Bollocks. This is going to be so much fun Colin”

She stroked his hand and then let a small laugh escape her lips as he slid it from under her hand.

“S’pose” He wanted to die…. right now…. 

“You’re late, I thought you’d be home a couple of hours ago”

Y/N looked up from her laptop and smiled at Conor as he came into the lounge.

“You okay? You looked a bit washed out?”

She placed a hand against his cheek then his forehead,

“Want me to run you a shower, help you relax a little?”

Conor just nodded and dropped onto the sofa, he couldn’t speak, he knew she’d read him and know something was wrong, not quite right…. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair, he really couldn’t do this …. he just had to stop it now, before it went too far, before he got sucked in….

“Con, shower's warm, come on babe”

He trudged up to the bathroom and stood stock still in the doorway as he saw her naked, under the water stream, waiting for him.

Lying on the bed she looked at him as she carded her fingers through his wet hair,

“That, was amazing”

She leaned up and over his chest, kissing him and licking at his lips afterwards.

“You always know just what to do”

Conor looked at her and returned the kiss, he loved her so much, he wanted to be everything she ever needed, ever dreamed of, ever fantasised about.

“I love you so much Babe, making you feel good is what I’m here to do, it’s what I love doing, I just…." He paused, clearing his throat.  "Do you think there’s anything I could do, you know, more? Like something we don’t do, haven’t tried?”

He knew he was rambling, he quickly shut his eyes and took a breath then watched as her eyes scanned his face, but her tell was the way she swallowed and licked her lips before answering. 

“Nope, it’s all perfect for me Con, how about you?”

In that moment he knew, he just knew she wasn’t satisfied, maybe she’d faked it, maybe she was focusing on Blondie, maybe she was even thinking about going again but not telling him.  

“Well? Anything you’d like me to do?”

She was now lay full length on him and her lips were grazing his neck, he knew he’d normally be throwing her back onto the bed and starting round 2, but his mind was relaying the conversation from when she was in the bath, then what he’d learned today, he needed to pace himself.

Easing her up from him he stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom again,

“Think I’ll take a quick shower, feel a bit sticky.”

Y/N watched him disappear and lay back down staring at the ceiling, was he still pissed about the other night? She followed him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet watching him shower. 

“Are you pissed off at me about the other night Con?”

He turned and looked at her and shrugged his shoulders then shook his head.

“Nothing to be pissed off about, is there? I mean, you had a good night out didn’t you? You came home, gave me the best sex we’ve had in ages and passed out on me, what’s to piss me off?” 

He half laughed at the end then turned to wash his hair again realising it was gonna be like baby hair tomorrow after being washed twice within hours.

Y/N did a slight nod of her head and left the bathroom, he was definitely still pissed off, this was something a blow job and sex wasn't going to clear up.

“What do you fancy doing tonight after tea? Go for a walk? Cinema?”

Y/N was busy clearing the breakfast dishes as Conor gathered his gear together. 

“Probably best not to make any firm plans until I get back if that’s okay with you?” He hated lying to her, hated all this secrecy, but it was doing wonders for his confidence and it wasn’t hurting her, she knew nothing of it and Marsha was very discreet.

“You going to be late again? What you doing after training? You seem to be doing loads more training and social media than you’ve ever done”

Y/N stood up from bending down to the dishwasher, dirty dish in her hand, eyebrows raised at her question.

“Yeah, it’s cos of all the new lads, they’re trying to up the stuff on line, you know what they’re like.”

He walked towards her and kissed her cheek, his arm wrapping around her waist and smiling as she turned, locking lips with him and sighing into the kiss as she deepened it.

He moved his head back, breaking the kiss and giving her a smile

“Sorry babe, got to get to Cobham, the boss will have my balls if I’m late.”

Y/N stroked his hair and nodded, “See you later, don’t work too hard.”

She watched him walk out and resumed her task, her mind running a million miles an hour.   Conor just wasn’t himself, he wasn’t acting like him, wasn’t reacting to her like he always had done. She leaned against the worktop, her worst fear played out in her mind and she felt her heart rate increase, she knew Conor wouldn’t do that, but she knew something was off.

“Come on Colin, you can give it to me harder than that! I’m meant to feel like you’re actually wanting to eat me out, not just trying a taster snack at Tescos!”

Marsha was sat on the chair, legs spread, a bored look on her face and Conor was kneeling in front of her, soaked in sweat and blushing from her words.

“I’m sorry I just, this is all, like, doing this with you, it’s just …. different”

Marsha laughed loudly and patted his wet hair.

“Colin, if it wasn’t different you wouldn’t be here, now are we doing this or are you giving up?” She looked at her wrist and tapped the face of her watch “Only 15 minutes left and you wanted to try out something new didn’t you?”

Y/N looked over at Conor, he was flat out, fast asleep again on the sofa, what the fuck? 

Surely they couldn't be training that hard, they'd be knackered before the season started...

1 week later

“Oh my God! Yes Colin, Oh Yes! Just let me … I can’t fucking breathe….”

Conor looked down at Marsha, she was a hot mess, lay on the floor, panting, sweating and her hand gripping onto his hips.

Conor strutted out, today had been a good day.

“I tell you, he’s knackered when he gets home, Poch is working him way too hard, it’s not fair. I know he’s young and gorgeous but where does Poch get off keeping him late almost every night and fucking working him so all he’s fit for when he gets home is a shower, food and sleep?”

Y/N was on the phone to Sarah, she knew she shouldn’t complain about Conor being tired, she’d most likely find Mase was the same, someone needed to have a word with the Coaches over at Cobham.

“Y/N, Mase’s been home normal time.  You know what they’re like, trying to lure in the young girls to follow them on Instagram and everywhere, then the club will be complaining about instahoes, they can’t win.”

Y/N felt better just speaking to someone about it, obviously in the past Mase had been subjected to the same regime and she’d never heard Sarah complaining about the work load, she should keep quiet and  be grateful he was still at a club he enjoyed.

Conor walked into the house and Y/N was sat on the sofa, phone in hand scrolling through pages of something and the TV was playing quietly in the background.

“Babe.”

Conor dropped onto the sofa next to her and immediately slid his hands under her sweatshirt,

“No bra, bonus for me.”

He ran a thumb over her nipple and felt it harden under his touch, Y/N arched her back and moaned at the sensation from his thumb.

“Connnnnnnnnn”

She turned her face and started to kiss him, her hands going straight into his hair, it felt damp, like he’d showered recently, but she couldn’t think any further as he’d lifted her sweatshirt higher and had now latched his lips onto her breast.

“Have missed these so fuckin much.”

His mouth played with the soft skin, his tongue rolling over and over the erect nipple before he sucked it into his mouth again.

Y/N was so tempted to say they’d been there for the last week but she knew not to spoil the moment, she was desperate to feel him, have him on her, in her, all over her, she’d missed him so much…

She mewled as his hand dropped into her pants and his fingers entered her gently, softly rubbing at her, teasing her and bringing the reaction he wanted from her. Immediately her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs squeezing his hand in place.

“Someone's needy.”

He kissed along her neck and up to her ear, his tongue dragging around the shell then he spoke slowly and lowly,

“Need to fuck you, need to fuck you slowly and watch you come unravelled under me.”

Conor felt the whole of Y/N's body lift towards him as his fingers continued their task and his mouth assaulted her ears with filth.

“Gonna let me fuck you babe? Let me make you scream my name? Want to turn you into a bad girl, make you naughty, make you let me do anything to you I want, you up for that babe? Letting me rail you into the bed?”

Y/N was losing her mind, his fingers were bringing her closer and closer to the finish line and she’d never heard him talk so much filth, it was blowing her mind. Her hands grabbed at his hair, pulling his face to hers as she kissed him, all open mouthed and sloppy.

“Do it, anything, yeah, just, yeah, rail me Con”

She moaned as he removed his fingers from her, lifted her from the sofa, and waited until she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, his mouth still assaulting her ears and her mouth fixed to his neck, licking and nipping, being careful not to leave any marks…

Y/N lay, coated in sweat, hair stuck to her neck and forehead, panting, mouth dry, eyes squeezed shut.

“Con, please, please, just let me…..”

She felt his mouth on her core again, his tongue again teasing her, lapping at her clit and then sucking it into his mouth, his fingers were dragging in and out of her, she’d already orgasmed three times and she felt like her lower body was on fire from his constant attention.

“Give me one more babe and I’ll leave you alone”

Conor watched as she panted, he’d seriously never edged her or brought her to orgasm so many times together, nor in so many ways as he had tonight, all that was left..

“Turn over babe, come on”

He eased her over, her body almost limp with how he’d been working her,

“Spread your legs babe, further, lift for me.”

He placed his dick to her core and eased himself in, hearing her moan as he entered her fully, she was bound to be sore, but he needed to do this, wanted to finish properly. Letting her get used to him there for a few seconds he then lifted her body so her back rested against his chest and he started thrusting into her, his tongue running along her neck, her shoulder, nipping and licking.

“Want you to come on my dick again babe, just this last time, come on. You’re so good, so wet still, still full of me and all my licking, you enjoy that did ya? Liked me eating you out, bringing you off with my tongue and my fingers, such a dirty girl. Come on, come on babe.”

He was panting between words, sweat running from his head into his eyes, his hair hanging lank with sweat, his arms sliding against her sweaty body.

“Con, Con…… Oh My God….. Oh Jesusssssssssssssssss”

She exploded all over him, her body shuddering with the intensity and he  held her in place as she rode it out and he drove himself to his own finish line, breathing her name as he came, hugging her that impossible centimetre closer, swearing no one, no one could make him feel like she did.

Standing in the shower he washed her hair and then gently soaped her body, letting the water sooth her sore skin.

Lifting the towel from the shelf he wrapped her in it and lifted her up like a baby, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, brushing loose hair from her face.

“Take a nap babe, I’m gonna go make some food.”

He bent down and kissed her forehead as her eyes closed. He couldn’t understand how he wasn’t asleep himself but somehow he had more energy, as he passed the mirror on the wall in the hallway he caught sight of himself and smirked, ‘thanks Marsha’.

Y/N opened her eyes……. Who the fuck was Marsha and why did she deserve thanks? Her heart fell and she felt her stomach lurch but she couldn’t move, he thought she was asleep and she needed to keep the pretence up.

“Hi Sarah, is Mase home?”

Y/N felt sick making the call.

“Yep, home and out doing something in the garden, probably practising his golf swing, it won’t be anything useful, why?”

Y/N took a deep breath

“Do you mind if I pop round, just to speak to Mase for a few minutes?”

“Course, will Conor be with you? Do you want to stay for some food?”

Sarah heard a soft sob at the other end of the line, “Y/N you okay babe?”

Y/N gulped a sob down, 

“I just need to speak to Mase”

Mason was sat opposite a distraught Y/N who was now being cuddled by Sarah to try and help ease the sobbing,

“So let me get this straight, for a couple of weeks he’s been coming home late some days, knackered, blaming the media team and training?”

Y/N nodded and watched as Mason flicked a look at Sarah.

“Has he been working with anyone in particular? Doing something in particular?”

Mason was baffled.

Y/N shook her head,

“Just stuff, media, club wanted more content for on line due to all the new guys”

She looked at Mason and felt her fear increase

“He’s lying isn’t he? He’s not at work is he?”

She looked from Mason to Sarah and both just stared back at her.  Mason paused before he spoke.  

“Look Y/N this is Conor we’re talking about, the man doesn’t even look at the Instagram girls when we’re at SGP, he’s solid.”  Sarah locked eyes with him and huffed out, “And you do?”

Mason swallowed and waved his hand “We’re here helping Y/N out, don’t make it about us.”

Sarah opened her eyes wide and mouthed ‘later mister’. Mason nodded then wished he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Well, he’s going somewhere, who’s Marsha?”

Y/N watched Mason for any reaction at all.

“Huh?”

He just shrugged and looked at both Sarah and Y/N.

“Not a clue, who is Marsha?”

Y/N started crying afresh.

“I dunno, but last night he thanked her after we’d had probably the most intense sex we’ve ever had since we’ve been together. He doesn’t know I heard him, but as he walked through the hallway upstairs he said ‘thanks Marsha’ and went downstairs”

Mason cursed under his breath and rubbed his stubble,

“I’m sorry Y/N, I have no idea and the last thing I want to do is start asking the lads because someone will most likely blab about it and then well….”

He shrugged.

“So basically he’s shagging about and came home last night to share all his tricks.”

Y/N was shaking with temper now as she cried,

“I knew eventually this would happen, I knew he’d listen to all the chat in the locker room, he’d hear how such a girl did this and how such a bloke did that, he was bound to get bored of me, bound to want more of the other stuff.”

She completely broke down and leaned into Sarah who looked at Mason over her head and mouthed ‘you’re all dickheads’ to which he mouthed ‘I haven’t fucking done anything’ and Sarah mouthed back ‘yet dickhead’ which caused Mason to stand up, grab his golf club, pat Y/N on the shoulder and storm outside. He’d fucking kill Conor when this got sorted.

“I seriously can’t thank you enough, whatever you’re charging is not enough, you need to double it.”

Conor leaned forward and placed a kiss on Marsha's cheek, smiling as she closed her eyes quickly as he did.

“You are an absolute darling and if you ever find you need help again with, you know, anything, my door is always open, at an agreed price obviously.”

She laughed as she watched him gather up his clothes and place them in his bag, then running his fingers through his hair to make sure it was straight. She wished all her clientele were as handsome and nimble as he was, her job would be an absolute dream.

He turned and gave her that perfect teeth smile,

“Thanks Marsha.”

And he walked out, leaving her a little damp between her legs…..

Y/N sat on the sofa, her back was ramrod straight and her eyes were fixed on the door. She’d been sat like this for the past two hours and as time ticked by her temper was rising to boiling point. 

She may not be the prettiest, the slimmest, the funniest, have the most hair extensions, biggest lips, longest lashes, but what she did have was a kind heart, a good brain and her integrity and no one, not Conor Gallagher, not even the King of England was stripping her of that. If Conor wanted to shag about then so be it, but she wasn’t the type of person to sit at home and take whatever scraps he threw her way, he could just fuck right on off if he thought that was going to happen!

“Hey!”

Conor closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes and walking into the lounge only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of Y/N sitting like his old school headmistress.

“Babe?”

Y/N felt her insides bubble up and she fixed a hard stare on Conor's face.

“Don’t you fucking babe me, where have you been?”

She watched Conor's adams apple bob in his neck.

“Work.”

His eyes never left her face, she took a shuddering deep breath, he was now lying to her face!

“Liar!”

Conor's eyes widened and he went to take a step forward but Y/N stood up and put a hand out in front silently telling him not to move.

“Don’t you fucking dare take another step forward Gallagher, I’m calling bullshit on everything you’ve told me the last couple of weeks and until you start giving me the truth you can just get your skanky trainers back on, pick up your stinking bag and piss off from our house.”

She could feel herself shaking, knew he’d be able to see it, but she was so proud of herself for not crying.

“Ba….. Y/N, please? What the hell is all this about?” He couldn’t let this happen not after last night,  not after… “Please.”

She shook her head,

“Fuck off Conor, I’m not playing second fiddle to no Instahoe, I’ve booked an appointment at the STD clinic for tomorrow, I need to make sure you’ve not infected me with anything, I at least still have some morals”

“STD…? Ba (she raised her eyebrow) Y/N, please, honestly, there’s no need, I’m clean, you know we get tested all the fucking time, how can you….?”

“You get tested but does she?”

She spat the words out as she folded her arms trying to stop them from shaking.

Conor swallowed again, confused, upset, sweating….

“She? Who the fuck is she?”

He was getting frustrated too and his voice was rising.

“Marshaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Y/N elongated the name and watched his face blanche.

“Marsha? Ah, I can explain tha…..”

“I bet you fucking can, I tell you what Conor, explain it to someone who wants to listen because I’m bored of your bullshit. I thought after all this time the least you would have done was tell me you were wanting out of the relationship, but oh no, not Conor bloody goody two shoes Gallagher, oh no, he decides he’ll just fuck about and act as though nothing is happening. Twat! I hate you.”

She felt the first tear spill from her eye and as she went to wipe it away another appeared, then another, and she huffed out an angry breath.

“Just piss off Conor, I’ve contacted an agency and I’m viewing some places tomorrow, once I’m out you can move back in, until then can you please go bury yourself under a rock somewhere so I don’t have to see your sickening face any more.”

Conor watched as she walked upstairs stopping halfway to say, 

“Leave your keys on the table, I’ll let Mason know when I’m out so you can come in and collect some stuff until I leave”

Conor was numb, he’d never seen her so angry, so direct, so distraught and he was the one who had caused it. His heart broke…. It was meant to be fun, confidence building, then he was meant to make her feel better…. but he hadn’t, he’d destroyed everything.

“Are you shitting me mate?”

Mason was sat across from Conor nursing an orange juice which he wished was a large vodka.

“If I help you out Sarah will not only castrate me she’ll probably throw me out too. She almost destroyed my golf clubs when I mentioned Instagram girls the other day, I swear, I feared for them and me, so no mate, I can’t help you. Why not ask Chilly, he loves a bit of danger, he lives with Annie for fucks sake!”

“Yeah course mate, when d’ya want me to sort it, Y/N always liked me, she’ll be happy to have me help her out.”

He wiggled his eyebrows as he finished and Conor felt his stomach flip, Ben was so not the person to help out. A woman in distress to Ben is like an open invite to a garden party he just has to RSVP to and ‘hello’ said woman is riding his dick….. 

“Look it’s okay Ben, I’ll get someone else to help out, I’m trying to save my fucking relationship here, not offer my girlfriend up on a plate for you to dick her and dump her”

Conor could feel his temper rising, he just needed a small favour was it really too fucking much to ask?

“Easy boy! I can help without any messing, I’m smooth when I want to be”

Ben smiled and Conors heart dropped, he really had no other option…. God Help Him!

“I’m really sorry for calling you darling but Conor was adamant I bring this specific shirt and for the life of me I can’t find it, or his bloody special long hair shampoo, what the fuck kinda bloke has special hair shampoo… I’m losing my fucking mind here in your bathroom, I’ve never seen so many products.”

Y/N listened to the frustration in Ben's voice, he’d told her Mason had taken Conor golfing and so Ben was sent with a list of items to collect so there was no chance of Conor and Y/N running into each other.

Y/N was out for lunch with friends who were all being sympathetic and understanding which is just what she needed just now, so Ben's call was just about as inconvenient as it could get.

“Look Ben, just leave the list, I’ll get it all together and you can collect it all tomorrow, okay?”

Ben heard the reply and his heart sank, Conor hadn’t told him what to do if she suggested this, only what to say to get her to the house.

“Errrr, what about, I come and pick you up, bring you here, get the stuff together then I drop you back… 30 minutes max and lucky me I’ll get to see that fit blonde friend of yours, yeah, that works for me, is she still single by the way?”

Y/N sighed down the phone,

“She is single, you aren’t, you have Annie in your house Ben, remember?”

Ben half laughed.

“You say potatoes, I say patatas.”

“Benjamin! This! This is why Conor is a lost cause! Just hurry up and get here, do not get out of the car, do not look at any of my friends, do not make contact with any of them via Instagram, do you understand  me?”

Ben nodded then realised she couldn’t see him down the phone so he answered her 

“Understood, and on my way.”

“Just sit there and I’ll go get the bag from upstairs now we have everything and I’ll take you back to your friends, who I have to say, all looked lovely today,”

Ben smiled at Y/N's frown and made his way upstairs, sending the text on his phone and removing the headphones as instructed from his pocket, switching on the music he stepped into the guest room and closed the door.

Y/N sat on a dining chair, the silence was killing her.  She looked at her watch, she really needed to get back to her friends.

All of a sudden Blurred Lines started playing through the music system and she made to stand up but two hands rested on her shoulders and eased her back down.

His mouth was as close to her ear as it could get without actually touching, the song words dripping from his lips and despite her best judgement she felt her thighs clench and her pants become damp, her eyes closing at the sensation of his breath on her. 

His hands were slowly massaging her shoulders and easing their way down to her breasts finally resting just above her low cut top, her skin tingling under is touch and her breathing becoming more rapid.

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Maybe I'm going deaf

Maybe I'm going blind

Maybe I'm out of my mind

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal 

Baby, it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don't need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that's why I'm gon' take you

She saw his leg swing around from the back, straight in front of her and between her own legs, and in one movement he was stood there, all white button down shirt and the tightest denims she’d ever seen him in, her eyes travelled up and down him twice before she reached his face, his eyes were dark and they were fixed on her face.

He gyrated his hips towards her, his hands back on her shoulder but stroking up and down her chest, teasing her with the promise he was going to touch her breast, but he didn’t.

She watched as he bent his legs at the knees, bringing his crotch so close to her body she was sure it touched her, but he moved it back and repeated the move, ghosting her body with his groin, silently asking her to meet him half way with her own, she ran a tongue along her lips, suddenly realising how dry they were, or was she salivating looking at him moving like liquid sex in front of her. He continued singing the song, his mouth close to hers as he said the words. Telling her he knew her, knew what he was doing, knew this would be driving her crazy with want...

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

He spread her legs with his hands, running them up to her thighs and back down again, his eyes boring into hers as he did.  She gasped as he ducked his head, making a wave motion with his body as he face dived into her groin then back out, his hands resting on the side of the chair as he repeated the action, his legs spread out at the back of him, resting on his toes and his thighs straining against the denims.

Y/N bit her lip, she was sure any minute now she was going to come and he’d smell it, she was shameless.

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

He dropped to the floor and writhed with his back on the floor and his hips rising and falling as he sang the words, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs and his eyes closing slowly as he breathed the words out.

Fuck she wanted him, she wanted to slip from the chair and just take his dick into her mouth she was so turned on, but as she thought about it he knelt up quickly in one move and placed his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart an d slowly rising up on his legs until he had moved his body in one wave up towards her face and his groin sat just below her chin. Y/N wanted to poke her tongue out and just lick, just a small taste, just something to ease the frustration she was feeling now.

His hands came up to his shirt and he slowly ran his fingers in and out of the buttons, his eyes never leaving her face, his mouth still breathing the song out.

What do they make dreams for

When you got them jeans on

What do we need steam for

You the hottest b**** in this place!

I feel so lucky

You wanna hug me

What rhymes with hug me?

Hey!

He lifted her hands to his shirt and ran them down, watching as she closed her eyes and her tongue again licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her, devour her, lay her down and just fuck her….. but not yet.

He dragged her hands slowly, so slowly down the cotton shirt, letting her feel his toned body underneath, letting her imagine the sweat she could feel on the fabric.

As she sighed at the feel of his body he upped the anti -

Standing bolt upright he thrust his hips forward with his hands over hers he eased them from his shirt onto his denim clad hips, down the side of his hips, along his thighs, then briefly, ghosted them over his groin so she could get a very short very slight feel of his erection being held captive within the tight denim.

OK, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you're an animal

Baby, it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you

You don't need no papers

That man is not your mate

And that's why I'm gon' take you

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

As she watched her hands being led along his lower body like an artist with a paintbrush, he whipped around and her hands were suddenly caressing his firm buttocks, oh god, she wanted to sink her teeth onto them, wanted to leave a mark and then lick over it, stroking it whilst he thrust into her.

He bent forward, keeping his legs straight and then straightened himself up, moving his hands up his legs and letting them rest on his waist, spinning back around and letting her see where his fingers sat, how they were teasing the button through on his denims, how they eased the further buttons open, parting the end of the white shirt so she could clearly see within his pants,  revealing no underwear, just a light covering of hair that she knew led to the holy grail...

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers slowly popping one button at a time, then they stopped and they came to her face, slowly easing her mouth closed she wasn’t aware was gaping, and he lowered his head and ghosted the softest of kisses against her lips and she melted….

And she came…..

A long low moan leaving her mouth and a shudder running through her body as she felt the fluid run from her centre…

And he hadn’t finished yet!

His hands travelled to his shirt and he started at the top, opening first one button, then two, then as if he lost patience he just pulled and the buttons popped off or ripped open, Y/N gasped as his body was at last there in all its toned glory for her to see, she wanted to run her fingers over his ribs, down to his V line and follow the trail, she wanted him so badly.

Two hands dragged his shirt from his denims, letting it hang from his shoulders to the side of his sweat coated body.

A taste was all she wanted, she wanted to lick along the line of sweat she was following from his breast to his hip, she leaned forward, tongue starting to peep from between her lips, but her movement caused him to step back, wagging a finger at her as he continued with the song, which she now hated, how many fucking verses did this thing have!?

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

Shake your rump

Get down

Get up

Do it like it hurt, like it hurt

What, you don't like work?

Hey!

Baby, can you breathe?

I got this from Jamaica

It always works for me

Dakota to Decatur

Bending down he picked something up and she heard a low pop, allowing her eyes to deviate from his body she looked at his hands and her mouth made an O as he rubbed his hands together and then started to smear baby oil over his torso, leaning his head back as if standing under a shower, biting at his lip as his own fingers ran across his nipples and down towards his waist then back up easing his shirt from his shoulders and letting it pool on the floor, her eyes followed it and wished she were it and he could fall on top of her.

His eyes flashed open as Y/N whined at his actions, her hands splayed out on her thighs which were rubbing together trying to give the friction she was desperate for after having come once already.  He stopped and lifted her hands, placing them on his skin, letting her rub along his body, the oil oozing through her fingers.  Turning slowly he let her rub the little oil from her hands onto his back, then turning back again he bent his body, placing his hands either side of her onto the chair and lowering his face towards her groin, smelling her personal scent at the same time as she continued to massage along his shoulders.

No more pretending

Cause now your winning

Here's our beginning

I always wanted a

Good girl!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

Stepping back he shifted his stance, legs closer together, hands atop the waistband of the denims, the last few buttons were flicked through quickly and Y/N bit her lip, she may combust by the time these denims were removed, she knew what lay within and God she wanted it so badly.

You're a good girl!

Can't let it get past me

Me fall from plastic

Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines!

I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

Slowly, so slowly, he eased the denim down, the oil on his hands leaving a trail along his thighs, his knees, his calves, she followed every centimetre of the journey, watching his fingers pry the fabric along his limbs, watch the material bunch and fold as it exposed his body, his legs that ran miles every day, that allowed her to ride him, took her weight when she got tired on top, allowed her to sit on him to enjoy a cuddle.  Those legs were priceless and they felt so good under her body, behind her or either side of her when they shagged.

Then he was stepping out of his jeans, lifting them and dropping them to the side, standing up, naked, hard bodied, hard erection, and hers.

His eyes met hers and he licked his lips, running a hand along his shaft and emitting a low moan letting his eyes close lazily.

But you're a good girl!

The way you grab me

Must wanna get nasty

Go ahead, get at me

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

The words had stopped coming from his mouth and the last verse was sung from the speakers and she stood up and covered his hand with hers, the oil making the journey up and down his erection easy and he sighed as she leaned forward and kissed him. His hand went into her hair, then down to her dress, lifting it over her head and making short work of removing all underwear.

Dropping to the floor he eased himself between her legs, teasing her with the tip of his dick and licking along her lips.

“Don’t tease”

She tried to thrust herself up to slide him inside her, but he shifted his hips back and licked along her jaw,

“You love the tease, that’s what's got you wet, that’s what you wanted, isn't it?”

He kissed up to her ear and breathed across it.

“I heard your conversation, you’re not the only one who can overhear things. Marsha taught me how to strip, how to tease, how to please you without touching. She’s 60 if she’s a day but she’s good at her job.”

He was speaking so quietly against her ear, she was struggling to hear him over her own panting and his breathy words.

“I’m sorry”

She almost got a sentence out but his finger rested against her lips,

“Stop, let me love you.”

He lowered himself onto her and into her, his hands taking her and holding them above her head as he slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her building to her peak as he nibbled along her neck, down to her breasts and all the while telling her he loved her, only her, only ever her and then she fell, a long deep moan slipping from her as she tightened around him bring him along with her, how could she ever doubt him?

They lay side by side, clothes strewn around them and rig full of oil from Conor's body, oblivious to time or changing temperature, but then

“Can I come down yet? I’m bloody starving and I need to get home”

Conor looked over at Y/N and they both laughed, grabbing something to cover certain body parts they watched as Ben held his hand against his eyes at an angle so he couldn’t see them and left the house.

Y/N ran a finger down Conor's torso,

“You know, you could always strip for a job if your football doesn’t work out but they do 2 shows a day at weekend you know, and today is Sunday so come on, get dressed, time for the main event”

Conor laughed and picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs

“I’ll give you a main event missy and I don’t need to be stripping to do it...”

[xxktnexx]

PREVIEWS CHAPTER

Chapter 4 - I Did It Better

Chapter 5 - Fear of Love

You wanted to cry because of how cornered you felt.

And the worse part? Chanyeol isn't helping you one beat.

What's his deal?!

"You left together to send the twins home? So...." Baekhyun open his mouth again.

You gulp, bracing yourself in whatever stupidity that Baekhyun will blurt out.

"Did you see the girl Chanyeol was with?" He asked in excitement.

I love you BYUN BAEKHYUN!!!!!

You play neutral and shrug. "I didn't."

"That's unfortunate." They all mumble after the other.

Wow, was your relationship with Chanyeol that severe that they immediately toss you out of the choices.

Especially the twins. It seems like the comment they made last night, which was the cause of all of this, was only made out of drunkenness.

They were so convince that you really wanted to strangle them both.

But it was yours and Chanyeol's fault for taking the bet seriously.

You eyed Chanyeol who only chuckled on how stupid your friends are and shook his head.

You glared at him for not helping you which he returned with a grin.

Now you're really considered killing him.

The gang started to talk animatedly and they were also getting drunk but you still haven't spotted Kyungsoo.

For all you know, he's fucking someone at the moment.

Baekhyun who's in your right side was starting to get drown on the alcohol too and now started flirting with you.

Well, that's not new.

He was always a flirt.

Usually you would be flicking his forehead or pulling his hair, but you just let him this time because of unconsciously saving you from earlier.

He put his arm around your shoulder and whisper some words that made you chuckle.

You were having a good time with Baekhyun when you felt a very intense stare that would probably drill a hole through your head.

You whip your attention around to catch whoever it is but to no avail you saw no one.

Everyone was talking with someone else, even Chanyeol is talking to Suho.

It made you frown. Who could that be? 

 

"Y/N what do you think our baby would be like if we end up together?" Baekhyun asked.

You laugh at the question. "Maybe psychotic."

"Don't say that." He whine but a smirk replaced it soon after. "But you really did consider having my baby." Baekhyun grin from ear to ear.

"Yeah sure." You played along with him.

"He or she will probably have your ashy platinum blonde and will have my features."

"Why do I only get the hair?"

"Then if he's a boy, he'll have your dick." You both laugh on your own jokes.

Baekhyun snake his arm around you and placed his head on your shoulder. "That's a promise. Your first born would be mine." He mumble under his breath.

You shook your head. 

This guy is really getting drunk.

You're sure he won't remember anything he said for tonight when morning comes.

All of you jump on your seat when Chanyeol's glass fell over. Even Baekhyun sat up in a daze.

He probably doze off while leaning onto you.

"Sorry. Hand slip." Chanyeol just shrug and began talking again with Suho.

 

"Oh! I like that music." Sehun blurted out. "Dance with me Y/N."

"Not in the mood." You shortly said. 

Even Baekhyun snake his arms around you in a protective hug. "No! Don't take her away from me. I'm sleepy." 

"What am I? A pillow?" Your brow rose at him.

Baekhyun didn't respond and just dove his head on the crook of your neck, mumbling some incoherent words.

"You alcohol-intolerant bastard. Go look for a cradle or something. I'm borrowing the lady." Sehun push Baekhyun's head making the older guy slam on the soft foam behind him.

Sehun immediately pulled you on your feet and lead you to the dance floor, leaving Baekhyun unable to protest.

"Geez Oh Sehun, I told you I'm not in the mood. Why didn't you just choose any other girl to dance with?" You asked as Sehun started to dance.

"I don't feel like taking another partner other than what I have on hand. And besides no one can hold a candle against you guys here."

"Then why me? Why don't you just drag one of the twins instead?" You said in cross arms still not moving.

"You knew how those two sucks on their feet. Unlike you. Your the best dancing partner for me." Sehun grin from ear to ear.

"Come on. It's not like you hate dancing with me." He added and turn you around to sway you along with him.

You roll your eyes but still gave in.

That was true. You like dancing with any of the guys (not like you've tried dancing with Chanyeol).

They always move beautifully. They know how to sway their body against yours and most especially, they keep unwanted strangers away from you.

Plus their handsome features always gain you envious glare from other females.

You secretly take pleasure on that.

You started to sway on the beat with Sehun behind your back. The two of you were just having fun.

He was keeping you close with his hands just above your hip bone.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself into the music. A smile never left your lips. Sweats starts to form on both of your skins but you really don't mind.

Sehun roll his hips and so did you just matching the movement to the music.

But everything turn sour when you open your eyes.

Almost immediately, your eyes zoom in to Chanyeol who was intently looking at you.

He was still talking with Suho but his eyes was on you and it looks like it was there from the very beginning.

His eyes were dark like he was ready to snap anyone's neck.

Face contract in a slight frown and his hand tighten around his glass.

You suddenly wanted to do something bad to irritate the giant man who can't keep his eyes off of you. Then you had a good idea, making you smirk.

You took Sehun's arm and snake it around your body, just bellow your breast.

Sehun lean in and put his chin over your shoulder.

You saw how Chanyeol's jaw clench in tension but nevertheless you have to stop yourself from laughing.

Your loving how you can draw such kind of reaction from him.

"I'm gonna get myself killed." Sehun suddenly whisper on your ear.

"And why is that?" Your eyes grew.

Did Sehun saw it? Were our actions too obvious? Did he notice and figure that something was up?

"I don't know. I just really think that someone would jump and strangle me to death if I won't stop whatever I'm doing now." He said.

You turn your head to his direction and figure out that he had his eyes close in contentment. 

A chuckle escape your lips and reach out to ruffle his hair.

"Come on. We all know you only love me as a sister."

"Well, that can really change if left unguarded." He chuckled.

You lightly slap his arm. "Stop joking around brat. Let's go back to our table."

He nod and pull you again, leading the way back to the table. When you got back to your previews seats you saw that Baekhyun was already face flat on coach.

Snoring his butt silently. You pick his head lightly before placing a pillow under his head.

What a big baby.

Kai was not on his seat.

Chanyeol was also not there when you arrived.

Kyungsoo was still not on sight.

Suho was talking to Sehun now and the twin was probably dancing on the floor.

"Guys, watch over Baek and my things. And please spot where the twins are. We don't want some human eyes figuring us out." I said when I stood up again.

"Where you going?" Suho asked.

"Rooftop. Just need some air."

They both nodded and you left them as they resume talking to each other.

You went out on the back door and looked at the flocks of stairs.

It was a four story building and you did not bother on climbing each one of the stairs. Rather you leap from one floor to the other, the music slowly decreasing behind you.

You needed the air that badly.

When you arrived at the top, the place was somehow dark but that would never be an issue to someone like you.

Darkness is a demon's playground.

You went into the railing and look at the busy people down the pavement. The night is still on its peak, no wonder that the streets are still quiet lively.

You inhale the delicious air and let it out with a sigh.

Now is the best time to think about what is happening to you.

Specifically in what you're currently feeling towards Chanyeol.

You would admit it in pure heart now.

He's attracting you more than you shows and now you're starting to reevaluate this whole dilemma.

Did you really hate Chanyeol?

Yes I did. It was not really because of what happened when we were kids but more of how his actions are in between. Cocky. Sarcastic. Evilness at its maximum.

You hate the whole scenario that resulted to this and unfortunately it got him into it.

Next. Did you have feelings for him before?

Now thinking about it, you remembered having feelings for him when your just a child. Not the usual crush thing where you like him because he's cute but more of admiring him because of how he do things.

Chanyeol was already talented since before and that's what you loved about him.

Most especially was his enthusiasm. He was always the happy kid. Always having the goofy grin plastered on his face and a mischievous one when he's pulling a prank.

You remembered the innocent blush you would have every time his dimple sank in when he smiles at you.

He looks lovable altogether and that made you smile now.

Yes I did have feeling for him for a very long time.

Did the feelings stop?

It did. After what happened to your brother, you just close your door. Pushed everyone away.

No one could really blame you. You were really close to your brother and by seeing him lose his life in front of you was something that made you cage your emotions.

The reason may sound cliche but that was that. The great Y/FN could not find the courage to break away from the pain.

Chanyeol wasn't really the one to blame when your connection with him became this bitter.

It wasn't his fault. It was yours.

You sigh again.

Yeah it was mine. I've thought about this before but it never really did sink into me how heavy it should suppose to be because I was too busy nurturing my hatred towards him.

 

For the final question to self. Do you have feelings for him now?

You sigh.

I- I don't know. I'm not sure.

But you think that if you really do have feelings for him now then you liking him and him hating you would hurt like a crap.

"What a turn of event." You sigh and lazily lean yourself on the railing.

"What is?" The baritone voice almost made you scream. You stood upright almost immediately. 

You turn around to come face to face with the lone man who's currently monopolizing your entire lobe.

"What the fuck Park Chanyeol! Don't scare me like that!" You put your hand over your heart.

"I was here first then you just barge in and started sighing." He just shrug and you looked at him.

You sigh again, putting your hand back beside you.

"See? That sigh again." He was looking at you worriedly. You pushed the idea away thinking that you're only imagining it.

"It's nothing. Don't mind me." You said and walk pass him to leave the place.

First you can still see the door a feat away from you but the next thing you know was you being pushed into the wall by Chanyeol as he pinned you in place.

His face was back to his usual features. Sexy eyes that stares down to you and parted lips that he just wet with his tongue.

Chanyeol tilt his head side ways still looking at you. "What are you thinking?"

"None of your concern."

You.

Yeah, like you could really say that. 

 

"Hmmm. Then let's put that aside for now and talk about what happened this morning." Chanyeol lean his arm above you while his other hand cup your cheek with his thumb swiping the skin.

You stopped yourself from leaning to the touch, rather you chuckle to hide your nervousness.

"You didn't expect me to stay, did you?" Sarcasm was audible to your tone.

"I did, actually." You're not expecting that answer. You were caught off guard that you just open and close your mouth like an idiot.

Your breath hitch when Chanyeol lift you up, making your legs wrapped around his waist. He lean his forehead over yours and close his eyes.

"You have no idea how hard I have to stop myself from going into your house and even to your office. I have to wait for a long goddamn time just to see you."

He burried his head on your neck and inhale your scent.

"Shit, I've never known I'd miss you this much." His grip tightening over you.

He lean in to kiss your lips passionately. It wasn't as aggressive as yesterday but still breath taking.

You kissed him back, trying to show the unsaid affection that makes you go insane.

You can already feel his excitement poking your core and now resenting the layers of fabric that separates you from him.

You grind your hips on him earning a growl from the man who's still kissing the hell out of you and you also moan to the delicious contact.

"Do you really want to get layed that much? No wonder you'll even say you missed me." Your sarcastic mouth was back on track again.

Chanyeol's dangerous eyes pin your focus on his face.

"Don't make it look like I am just horny."

"Why? wasn't this all about? Or are you saying you actually have feelings for me?" You said in a smug look. You know you're taking your chances but with how nervous you felt, only the thought of teasing him seat right to you.

Chanyeol stopped on his track but he kept you in place.

You thought he's going to back away and leave you. A tint of fear climb in your heart that you did not notice your own hands gripping tightly on his jacket.

Fuck this mouth.

You wanted to slap your own mouth when Chanyeol looked at you again in the eyes. A smirk was dancing on his lips.

"Why don't you find that out."

You felt the sudden shock from Chanyeol's challenging answer. 

"And I still need to punish you for leaving me this morning. As well as for being really naughty tonight." Chanyeol kissed your neck and proceeded on marking you there with hickies.

The small gasp that left your mouth woke you up from the slight pause. "Naughty? Never remember doing something like that."

"Oh really? Then let me remind you of Baekhyun's arms snaking on you and maybe Sehun's too." He said and made a painful grip on your hip before grinding to you sinfully.

"And can you clarify it to Baekhyun that he's not having your first born."

A long moan escape your lips." I didn't know your are a jealous type." You smirk in between breath. Hands tugging on his hair as he cares your skin skillfully.

"You think so? Well that's quiet wrong." Chanyeol smirk dangerously at you.

"Cause I'm a possessive type. And what's mine is mine."

That caught you off guard.

He let you on your feet but almost shriek when he sudden rip the front part of your pants.

Damaging the button and zipper of your lower cloth. 

"What the fuck--." You're about to ask him but instead a groan cut you off mid sentence.

It was when he dip his hand on your clothed slit sliding it up and down. 

"Sorry, I'll buy you a new one. Your pants was too tight, I need the space." Chanyeol explained in one go.

He then went pass your panties and directly slide his middle finger on your heat. "Fuck, you're so wet." He growl on your ear.

You gripped on his arm and looked up to him. Eyes begging for more. Your mouth just counldn't form any comprehensible words other than a moan, gasp and whimper.

"Do you wanted it inside?" Chanyeol dared to ask.

You wanted to glare at him and maybe choke him for a second but the heavenly sensation on your core just won't let you.

"Yes please. Put it inside. Please." You begged.

He did what he was told and kissed you hungrily. He pump his middle finger into you in a steady pace then he added another.

"You're so tight gongju-nim." He chuckled lightly. "Who would have thought that my dick fitted in here last night." You look up to him. His eyes were hooded. He was as aroused as you are and that made you smirk at him.

You're thinking for something to bark back but the fingers inside you, which in now three in total, wouldn't let you think straight.

It even got more intense when he curl his fingers inside and hit your most sensitive spot.

"Ohh fuck. Yes there." 

You whimpered in disapproval when Chanyeol stopped touching you.

Your close eyes flew open only to see him dropping to his knees.

"What are you doing?" You asked and shivered when he suddenly pull your pants down along with your panties, taking it completely off of you.

He lift your right leg and hook it on his shoulder. He then look up to you innocently. "I'm gonna eat you out." 

You cry in pleasure before you could even process what he just said. You felt his tongue swipe your folds a couple of times before hardening the muscle to tongue fuck you.

You grind yourself on his mouth, head falling back with your mouth hang open.

"Shit just like that Yeol." You said and bucked more to meet his tongue.

Chanyeol growl in response to his pet name, sending euphoric shock to your inside.

That's when you look down. He was there on his knees alternately pushing his tongue or sucking your wet pussy with a dirty slurping sound.

His eyes hooded but staring directly at yours. His brows was furrowed in consentration on the work at hand.

You bit your lips seeing him there. Now feeling the knot on your lower stomach wanting to undone.

"I'm gonna come." You said on gasp

A few more suck and you came on Chanyeol's face. Trembling from the intensity. If not for his strong arms and shoulder, you would be tumbling down by now.

He didn't let a single thing drop and clean it all with his mouth.

You came down from the high and look at Chanyeol who was still cleaning you up.

You were panting when you say, "Is this my reward from winning last night's bet?"

He swipe his tongue one last time on you before kissing his way up to your body.

He peck your inner thigh before proceeding to your hip bone then lower abdomen.

Finally, he kissed your stomach. You looked down in confusion when he placed his ear on your exposed belly. Slightly tickling you with his hair.

He let out a satisfied pur and suddenly looked up with the biggest grin you've ever seen.

"Believe me when I tell you, I already won." 

You frown and pull him up. "What the hell are you saying? I clearly won. I remember atleast that before passing out."

His mouth was still smudge with your liquid and you took it upon yourself to clean it for him.

Licking it slowly before kissing him full in the mouth.

Chanyeol chuckle on the kiss. You pulled back looking at him. He looked unconvince.

Well whatever he say, I won.

You thought and shrug.

You wore your underwear and pants again with Chanyeol helping you.

"You sure you don't want me to return the favor? I'm pretty good with my mouth." You asked with raised brow trying to tease him.

He shooked his head in refusal and smiled. He suddenly hugged you from behind making your heart pumped rather aggressively because of the act.

You gave in to whatever your heart desires to do and lean back your head.

"I already know that. Last night was enough of a proof" He just said.

You stood there in total silence. The atmosphere was very comfortable that you could not believe it yourself.

"We should get down. The others would wonder where we are."

Chanyeol chuckled again. "I wanna see there faces if they saw us like this."

You slap his arm when you turn around. "Don't even think about it." 

Sadness cross on his eyes.

"Atleast not tonight." You added and saw the goofy grin creeping on his lips.

"Anyway." You sigh when you realize the broken button and zipper of your pants.

"What am I going to do with this?"

You heared a russle and saw Chanyeol taking his jacket off. He help you wear it and zip it all the way up to your neck.

You glare at him making him laugh. 

He smile at you once again. His eyes was swimming in an emotion you're not familiar with. Or were you? You remember those eyes and that face he's giving you.

A face in your memories when you were kids. When he promised that he will love, protect and be with you forever.

The forgotten words that you thought was just a child's play.

The words and feeling you burry behind hateful emotions and remarks.

A promise that you thought was only blurted out of carelessness of innocence. 

You remembered it. You remembered Park Chanyeol.

Your eyes turn teary on the sudden realization. You wanted to cry your eyes out with the overwhelming emotion you do not know how to handle.

You wanna run away but also wanted to burry yourself to him at the same time.

Chanyeol look at you with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" His eyes turn round.

"Is it about your pants? I promise I'll buy you a new one. Was it your favorite? Oh shit was it?" His face was so panic that it made him look so dorky.

You never knew he can be this awkward and funny. You've never seen this kind of him before. Well not atleast when his still your enemy.

You chuckled, cheeks still tainted with tears. You're laughing and crying at the same time. You think that you maybe look like a lunatic.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't cry now. You can buy another 5 pants or even 10. I'll pay." He was wiping the tears on your eyes.

You chuckled again, finally drying your face from the unexpected cry. "I'll hold you on your words Park Chanyeol." 

"Uhm, all 10?" He asked now realizing where he just pushed himself into.

"All 10 branded new pants." You emphasizes the word branded.

He nervously chuckles but nod anyway. He lean in to plant a rather innocent kiss on your lips that last for a minute.

You pulled back first with a smile but lean in again to follow it up with small pecks. You can feel that Chanyeol too was smiling on kiss.

For the final question to self. Do you have feelings for him now?

You looked at his handsome face again and smile warmly.

Finally admitting.

Yes. I think I have. I think I have fallen deeply in love with Park

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