#i could never give you peace (would it be enough?)

[myjjongie]

☾ CRAVING YOU ── p. jongseong

IN WHICH: your office rival isn't so keen on seeing you sit in the middle of two male coworkers at the company dinner.

PAIRING: coworker!jay x coworker fem!reader GENRE/WARNINGS: lowercase intended !!, one shot, skinship, they make out (sigh), fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, enemies to lovers, slight sexual tension, mentions of alcohol consumption, slight consent issues WORD COUNT: 3.1k ₊⊹♡ EVIE'S NOTE: not necessarily NSFW, but some themes are a bit... so i think it's appropriate to label this as mdni tbh. also if you're thinking "evie was this inspired off of that clip of jay taking a shot recently?". yes. a million times yes. need one drink with him and i'm set for LIFE man. it's insane how quick i thought of this when i first saw that clip LOL

you never thought your future office life would be far from quiet.

no more peaceful work days you imagined about. or the the quiet productivity of a cubicle with your desk neighbor. instead your reality consisted of constant irritation. a never ending battle of slight competition. all with one specific coworker who was hell bent on making your life difficult.

the source of that daily frustration was none other than park jongseong.

things weren’t always like this. when you first joined the company, jongseong was nothing more than a diligent employee. always professional, consistently well dressed, and always adjusting the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose as he focused on his tasks. at the time he barely spared you a second glance. too consumed by his own work to worry about a newcomer.

but then things changed one day. soon your efforts didn’t go unnoticed. your team leader spoke highly of you in your meetings. making sure to give you praises for your dedication to your work. all it took was one comment from him for your office life to flip.

a passing remark from your team leader about jongseong learning from you, was all it took to make you his competition. in the beginning it was ridiculous. it was as if you saw a child throwing a tantrum. but as jongseong’s antics persisted, you inevitably found yourself drawn into the rivalry you both had subconsciously created.

yet despite that you found yourself falling for him. at first you hated the thought of it. why would you like the person who single handedly flipped your peaceful office life? but then you slowly realized why. jongseong may have been a prick to you on many occasions, yet at the same time he was a gentleman.

jongseong unironically was able to pick up on when enough was enough. he paid attention to how you always reacted to the mutual banter. despite that he was also caring and showed concern. especially during late nights in the office. going out of his way to prepare microwavable meals when you didn’t eat. those small thoughtful gestures had you falling for him before you even realized it.

maybe you would have told jongseong your feelings. but deep down you knew he viewed you as a rival and nothing more. as disheartening as it was. it was something you could live with, but soon found hard in doing so.

now here you were at a dinner celebrating another successful quarter. you were currently sandwiched between two male colleagues of yours. you’ve never really spoken to them much. only quick greetings or slight talk about a mutual interest. at most, they were acquaintances to you.

the close space bothered you slightly, but knew it wouldn’t matter once you started to down some alcohol. after all, this was a celebration dinner, it wouldn’t hurt to get a drink.

meanwhile, on the other side of the small restaurant jongseong was sat with the team leader. accompanied by some other employees. the moment he spotted you, his eyes locked on to you. irritation knitting into his brow as he noticed you sandwiched between the two men. he couldn’t stand it. but he forced himself to push those feelings aside. determined to make the most out of the dinner. even if it was slightly unenjoyable.

jongseong learned early on he liked you. he noticed it the minute he realized his eyes would find you around the office. whether it was in the break room, at your cubicle, or during meetings. he wanted you within his sight at all times. yet jongseong knew you would never feel the same way if he continued this charade of a rivalry. soon he changed his actions, but made sure it wouldn’t be noticed. he’d hoped that if he gathered enough courage. maybe, just maybe, you’d feel the same.

minutes blurred into a half hour, then a hour. you teetered on the edge of drunkenness, while those around you had long since given into their intoxication. anytime your shot glass was empty, your coworkers were quick to refill your glass. your head ached slightly as your body became flushed. yet that didn’t stop you from downing more shots along with beer. at a certain point an arm was thrown around your shoulders. so intoxicated you didn’t even notice your coworker leaning on your body for support.

jongseong’s eyes still glued on you took immediate notice of the way your body leaned in closer to them. his fingers curled tightly around the shot glass, knuckles slowly turning white.

“jongseong would you like another shot?” the team leader spoke up as he eyed the empty glass.

jongseong hummed a reply. once his glass was full, he turned his head to down the shot. the burn of the liquor not doing much to calm his forming annoyance. once setting the glass down, the sharp clink was louder than he intended. his jaw clenched as jongseong silently cursed at himself for how quickly jealousy was getting the best of him. jongseong knew he had no right to be so possessive over you, yet. he couldn’t stand those men peering as closely as they did.

everyone at jongseong’s table looked over at him. confused looks forming at the sudden slam of his glass. “sorry. maybe that should be enough alcohol for me. didn’t even realize i slammed it that hard.” he let out a awkward laugh, hoping it would kill the silence at the table. as well as using it as an excuse to sober up.

soon the chatter at jongseong’s table picked up again. the sound drowning out to him as he once again watched you diligently.

back at your table you were now more than just tipsy. to many drinks in your system to count. you were enjoying the moment of laughter mixed with drinks. you barely realized one of the guys next to you leaned in closer to say something into your ear. resulting in a giggle to leave you.

the moment jongseong saw his fellow coworker leaning in, his grip on his shot glass tightened, jaw clenching. his patience now wearing thin snapped as you smiled at him. the scrap from the chair against the floor was sharp. enough to silence the conversation around him yet again. all eyes were now focused on him. but he paid no mind as his eyes were only on you.

“is everything okay jongseong?” one of the fellow employees asked. but he remained silent, his focus entirely on your table.

his response was curt as he realized his silence. “yes. i just need to take care of something.” stepping out from the chair, jongseong made his way to your table with heavy footsteps.

too busy downing another shot, you didn’t realize jongseong made his way over to you. you finally noticed his presence the moment his low voice rang in your ears behind you.

“i think she’s had enough.” jongseong’s voice came out sharper then he intended, cutting through the drunken laughter. he was quick to notice the two men hesitate beside you before glancing over at him. good. let them be aware of who they’re messing with.

“jongseong? what are you doing here.” you let out a soft giggle.

“we just poured her another shot. let her finish it and then she can leave!” one of the guys protested hesitantly. it bothered jongseong on how they insisted for you to drink more.

he let out a scoff, quick to yank the arm that was draped around your shoulder away. resting his hand firmly on the back of your chair, jongseong leaned over to grab the shot glass. downing it all in one swift gulp. setting the glass back down, jongseong noticed the familiar burn of the alcohol felt nice this time. an annoyed smile made its way onto his face as he spoke. “there. she’s finished. happy now?”

the two men deciding not to mess with jongseong any further fell silent. with a satisfied laugh, he softly pulled your chair back extending his hand to you. grasping it firmly you stood up, only to stumble slightly. jongseong was quick to react. his hand securely wrapped around your waist to steady you.

“thank you.” you cooed softly. his ears flushed slightly at the sound of your voice. a shy smile tugging at his lips.

once saying goodbye to everyone at the restaurant, jongseong ushered you to his car. the hand that was placed around your waist was held in your hand. you were walking ahead of him, almost seemingly dragging him along. you swung your other arm happily as you made your way to the car.

finally making it to his car. jongseong helped you get into the passenger seat. before he was even able to open the car door, you stumbled again. leaning against the car for support you looked over to see jongseong’s arm propped next to you. his eyes stared into you as he took in the moment. jongseong couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at your situation.

on some strange instinct your arms wrapped around his neck. you weren’t the type to be clingy to others while drunk. yet knowing it was jongseong taking care of you, you couldn’t help but do just that.

“jay~” your voice chimed as you smiled softly at him. “thank you.” jongseong’s jaw tightened at the sudden nickname. he wasn’t keen on using his personal name at work. but with you he found it hard to maintain that barrier. especially after he let it slip into a conversation during a late overtime shift.

“don’t thank me. i’m just doing what’s best.” he softly spoke as he opened the car door. jongseong couldn’t lie. in this moment he wanted to kiss you badly. despite feeling that, he held back every nerve from doing so. in fear even if you were tipsy, you would still reject him.

after gently guiding you into the car seat you were quick to doze off. the heat of all the alcohol lulling you to sleep. jongseong couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping form in the passenger seat. the drive to your apartment was silent. your soft breathing being the only sound within the car.

you woke up to the gentle shake of jongseong’s hand on your shoulder. a dull pounding already forming in your head. blinking against the haze of sleep, you stirred, still groggily from the small power nap you took.

“where am i?” you looked around as your eyes focused on the surroundings outside.

“in front of your apartment complex. you drank too much so i brought you home.” jongseong skipped out on a few moments, the whole thing wasn’t particularly a lie.

“i’ll help you out give me a second.” quick to his words, jongseong immediately got out of the car. almost sprinting to your side if you were able to notice.

his hand stretched out for you to grab, as he pulled you out from the car. the walk up to your apartment was nice. jongseong’s hand once again placed at your waist to help keep you steady. you enjoyed the firm grasp he had on you. mentally cursing at yourself that once you reached your door that touch would be gone.

you made sure your pace was slow. wanting to savor the closeness in the moment. jongseong noticed this, but deemed it as you slightly sobering up after your mini nap. he forced himself to think nothing more of it. he didn’t want to read into a situation that was far from what he wanted.

reaching your door jongseong’s hand still never left your waist. keeping you upright as you placed in your pin code. just like you were slowly making your way to the apartment, you stalled opening the door. you had to come to terms that this was it. you bit your lip as you felt jongseong’s hand slide away from your waist.

but once you opened the door, you lost your balance yet again. you tumbled forward, eyes squeezing as you prepared to fall face first. yet you never met the ground. the soft sound of your door closing with a tune echoed behind you. taking in the scene. jongseong had steadied his hand against the wall, while his other arm was tightly wrapped around your waist.

heat ran to your cheeks as you became aware of how close your bodies were. you prayed jongseong wouldn’t hear the frantic pounding of your heart. as he steadied you on your feet once more, jongseong spoke.

“you’re really clumsy when you’re drunk. thank goodness i was here. if i wasn’t you most definitely would have smacked your face against the floor.”

a subtle shiver spread through you as his quiet laugh vibrated against your back. you did everything you could to hold onto the moment. wishing time would slow just enough to make this moment last longer. you made sure to remember every fleeting detail. but soon, jongseong pulled away. his hands settling gently on your shoulders, steadying you once more.

“it’s getting late so i’m gonna head out. don’t fall over right when i leave. i’ll associate clumsiness with you if that happens.” the warmth from his hands left your body. you disliked it. you couldn’t help but want to be greedy for his touch.

just as jongseong was about to reach for the door handle, he froze. your fingers curled softly around the sleeve of his dress shirt, stopping him in his tracks.

“could you stay a little longer?” your voice was meek. slightly afraid you over crossed a boundary. even more so afraid jongseong would reject your small advance.

a curse slipped past jongseong’s lips before he could stop himself. his hand raising, fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you closer. pinning you gently against the wall. his glasses reflected the dim lighting hiding the intensity of his gaze. he felt hesitant, the need to restrain himself. but then he saw it, the flicker of yearning in your eyes. that was all it took. his lips met yours. firm yet searching, knowing he had been holding back for far too long.

the hand that had pinned your wrist against the wall now cradled your cheek. his thumb brushing against your skin as he deepened the kiss. jongseong smirked at the faint taste of alcohol lingering on your lips. in that moment he could only focus on the softness of your mouth against his. your fingers tightened around his arm, legs threatening to give out beneath you.

a low growl vibrated in jongseong’s chest at the feeling of his glasses uncomfortably pressing between you. he hesitated briefly, even if it was for a slight second before pulling away. both your breathing uneven as his fingers slid up to the bridge of his nose. quick to yank the frames off with an irritated sigh before pocketing them. his eyes landed back to yours, heavy with want. your stomach fluttered at the anticipation as his lips collided with yours.

his teeth softly grazed your bottom lip. wanting to gain a more deeper access. satisfied with your eager compliance, he was quick to make work with his tongue. his hand inched from your cheek to your chin, tilting your head up to open the kiss.

your knees buckled lightly at the overwhelming shiver that coursed through you. noticing your unsteadiness, jongseong quickly lifted one of your thighs to his side. this helped to stabilize you against him and the wall. not being able to help himself, his fingers brushed lightly beneath your skirt. the warm touch igniting a wave of sensation against your bare skin. the feeling alone drew a soft moan to leave your lips.

your grip now on his dress shirt, tightened in hopes to steady yourself. as the kiss deepened your breath began to hitch. lungs aching from the lack of air. softly hitting against his chest, jongseong took the hint and parted ways.

a smirk curled onto his face as he took in your flushed cheeks. “fuck, you’re beautiful.” he murmured, unable to contain his adoration. he leaned in, lips now trailing against your neck. jongseong left a delicate path of butterfly kisses along your neck down to your collarbone. pausing to suck gently at a particular sensitive spot. he lingered for a moment, savoring the intimacy between you.

his head raised up from the crook of your neck. his eyes stared into yours. even if you were still tipsy you could read him. you knew he wanted this badly, yet he had to stop himself. not for his sake but yours.

“i want this so much yn. i really do. but. not while you’re barely sober… i can’t do that too you.” he pressed his forehead against yours.

“i know…” your voice was low knowing this was where it had to end.

jongseong gently released your thigh helping you regain balance on both feet. you yearned for more from him. more from this moment. but deep down, you knew it was for the best.

“i’m gonna leave now. if this is really what i hope it is. please remember in the morning. if you don’t… god i don’t know what i’m gonna do.” jongseong closed his eyes tightly as if pleading for you to remember everything. the kiss, the way his hands held you, even the moment of shared feelings between you.

you cupped his cheek gently, your fingers tracing the warmth of his skin. “i will. i’ll make sure of it.” jongseong exhaled deeply as he leaned into your touch. already dreading the moment he’d have to let it go.

taking the palm of your hand to his lips. he left gentle kisses along your hand. sending a shiver through your body at the ticklish feeling.

“i’ll see you on monday yn.” he whispered while parting ways from the wall. digging into his pocket to place the glasses back on his face. his back turned to you as he adjusted them.

even in your sobering up state, you understood the situation clearly. as much as you longed for him. his body against yours, his lips kissing you feverishly. it didn’t feel right when you weren’t fully sober.

watching jongseong walk into the elevator you softly closed the door. as the door clicked shut, your forehead pressed against the frame. jongseong’s touch still lingered on your body. your fingers shakily grazed against your lips, the events not sinking in yet. your heart pounded in your chest as you whispered a silent prayer. “please, please, please. don’t forget this.”

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Limbo - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Charles invites her to dinner, and she doesn't know how to feel about it. WC: 0.8K Warning: None. Genre: Angst?

She entered the quaint restaurant that Charles had chosen for the evening. It did not go unnoticed that it was an Indian establishment—her favourite cuisine. She was beginning to regret this decision; it was starting to hurt her heart already. Her tired eyes scanned the mostly empty venue. He was sitting in a corner, facing the door, quietly perusing the menu as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. He looked up just as she caught sight of him, as if he was subconsciously aware of her presence. He nodded at her— acknowledging her presence just enough. Nothing more, nothing less.

He didn’t even get up to greet her. She was vexed that it bothered her; even a little. She quickly crossed the small space and sat across from him. She glanced at the menu, as she waited for him to speak. Two could play this game. She asked the server for a simple chicken curry and rice, and a light frown appeared on her face for less than a second upon hearing his order—a decaf latte. Even more pins pricking her heart as she realised she had lost the right to comment on his choice for dinner. She sat there, staring out at the street and mulling over the fact that he could converse with the server, but not with her. What had happened to them?

They were here because he told her he had something to say. Minutes passed in silence. The server returned with their orders, and she began eating. The fact that the silence was still slightly comfortable between them, even after all this time, vexed her. She was content just eating in his presence. The memory of the last time she felt this kind of peace was just out of reach. She cursed her heart, realising that she did not even possess it. It was with him, tucked away somewhere, albeit securely. More pinpricks. That seemed to be the running theme of this meet.

She quickly finished her meal, still without a single word from Charles. She was trying not to shy away from the fact that he was observing her. His gaze scrutinised every bite, every sip of her buttermilk. The server cleared away their table, placing a bowl of lemon water for her. She glared at him as he picked up the bill, but said nothing. This whole ordeal had left her feeling like a fool for being here. She thought she might receive answers to at least some of the questions that have been keeping her up at night. 

She gathered her things. “Say what you need to say, or I’m leaving. I don’t have time for this.”

“I have nothing to say,” he replied, his calm exterior unchanged. She frowned.

“Then why did you invite me to dinner?” She was entirely frustrated now. This did not make sense.

“Because you haven’t been eating properly. You’ve lost weight.” He averted his eyes. She wished she had had some kind of warning for that response.

“I’m confused, Charles.” He frowned at that. He did not remember the last time she had called him that. “What are we? Are we broken up, or did we fight?” He noticed how her nostrils flared. He would never not find it cute. “What are we? Are we going to break up, are we still fighting, or did we break up? He flinched.

“I’m still in the process of getting over you,” was the only answer he could give. That was the only answer he had. He didn’t know why either.

“So you are still doing it.” A single tear rolled down her eye, her throat closing up as she tried to control herself from breaking down in front of him. The scene was a bitter reminder that sent him back to that cruel night.

“Please let me give up.” Why was he pleading? Maybe because she still held all the strings.

“Next time, instead of feeding me, answer me. Tell me whether we are breaking up.” She swiped harshly at her eyes.

With that, she stood up and left. He slumped down in his chair, staring at the door and hoping for it to open again. Waiting for her to come back, climb into his lap, and tell him it was all a stupid fight. And that they were okay.

His phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, not knowing why he was expecting her to text him after this fiasco. All he found was a credit in his bank account, roughly equivalent to her share of the meal. It felt like a knife piercing through his heart. She had never paid him back. Not after their second date. She always reciprocated by doing something for him, buying him things, or paying the next time they went out. A grave realisation dawned upon him. Opening the banking app on his phone, he quickly picked up his keys and ran out.

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[starrysturns]

a slight princess problem

it had been a few days now. two, maybe three. you had lost track. giving up the counting with each sunset you could see from the little window of the room you were being held in. you had managed to make a little cozy area for yourself. a corner away from the door, barricaded with boxes that would sometimes fall over when the ship would go over a harsh wave.

thankfully, this wasn't the worst captive situation you could've been in. they were at least feeding you, so it wasn't totally awful. you pulled the flimsy sheet over your head, the thunder being too loud for you to fall into a peaceful slumber. 

you heard the door creek open, followed by the sound of footsteps before it shut. the person was still in the room with you. holding a lantern before they sat down right across from you. 

“pssst, you awake?” the voice was grumbly, tired and feminine. you slowly peeked out from your cover, your eyes meeting hers. she was pretty. her hair mid neck length, eyes brown like your stuffed bear at home that you were really starting to miss, and pink lips like a rose.

the sight of you peeking made a small smile spread across her lips before she put her hands up, a show of surrender that you deemed good enough before sitting up. “can't sleep?” she asked you. you shook your head, your eyes glancing down. 

the girl understood you, nodding with a hum. “me either. i can never sleep during storms. always scared of going under, and the thunder just reminds me of a warning.” you glanced back up at her, your lips pursed as you tried to understand what she meant. “a warning?” you asked. “yeah.” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but your puzzled expression showed her you had no idea what she meant. “i mean, it's like the sea warns us- sees us as a threat to its waters so it tries to keep us off. scaring us off with violent waters and the sounds of thunder.” 

“so why be on the water then?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. she hummed, looking around the ship like she expected the room to answer for her before shrugging. “i’ve always loved the sea.” she answered simply. 

“me too.” your somber response made her  eyebrows quirk up. “really? the sea isn't normally the scene for a royal, no offense.”

“none taken. just had a love for it ever since i was a kid.” you paused, a small smile on your lips as you remembered all the times you would sneak out the castle and sit by the stone steps where your home met the sea. “i always dreamed of being able to tour it just- not like this.” your expression turning sad as you talked about your hopes- it set the girl off in a way. frowning for a split second before abruptly standing up, her expression unreadable. “i should go- don't want anyone to see me missing from my quarters. thank you for talking with me.” she left the lantern on the side of you, “keep this with you. some light may help you sleep.” her voice was soft and she sent you a small smile before walking out. 

her swift exit left you puzzled, did you say something to piss her off? you sighed, shrugging it off before laying back down, your eyes up on the ceiling as you slowly were finally able to fall asleep, the sound of the waves and the flame in the lantern turning a cold and unsettling ambience calm. 

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matt stood outside the room from where you were staying, he had heard the entire interaction you had with his fellow pirate. when he heard the door shuffle he quickly got up from against it, he was soaked from the rain but stared at the girl leaving your room. his eyes narrowed into a glare and arms crossed. 

“if you're going to lecture me for talking to the princess, you’re wasting your breath.” she said, meeting matt’s stern glare with her own. 

“i’m not.” he huffed, “you're a capable girl, i know that gracie. is she awake?” he asked. 

“she was when i went in there. you should leave her alone though.” gracie moved away from the door, her hands falling to her side, “she's not in a great mood.”

“i’m not surprised.” matt grumbled out. “it’s not her fault.” gracie bit out, “she didn't ask to be kidnapped by us.” matt rolled his eyes, “oh god, not this again.” he looked at her, “look i saw a job opportunity i took it. it’s not that different from you and tucker.” 

“the difference with me and tucker is, i didn't kidnap him. he needed help and i did it with the help of my crew, and later on he became part of that very crew.” her voice was level, despite the anger matt could see building up in her. 

“you’re an idiot! putting us all in danger so you can live out some job you think is well planned-” “it is well planned-” she cut off matt, “no its not. you kidnapped the princess, you think the royal family will give us money for it but i think we’ll all end up locked in the farthest jail cell they have in the dungeon.” 

there was a long pause as matt processed her words, the rain pattering on the floorboards of the ship, the only sound they both could hear as gracie waited for a remark from him.

matt sighed, shaking his head, “it won't happen that way.” he finally responded, “we’ll ditch her by the docks once one of us gets the payment and leave immediately. we’ll be in and out too quick for the guards to catch us.” his tone was convincing, as if he truly believed it. 

“for all of our sakes i hope you’re right, sturniolo.” she sighed. walking off before matt could say another word to her.

matt’s gaze followed her before he averted it to the door you were behind. his hand hovering over the handle before sighing and turning away. he’d check on you in the morning. 

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the morning cold was unforgiving to you, being used to your thick comforter and going to a thin sheet to cover you from the cold breeze that sneaked through the cracks of the ship. you grumbled, you hadn't seen the sun in days- you were cold and still in the same clothes you were taken in. it truly couldn't have been better for you. 

sitting up you looked at the door, seeing shadows of footsteps, all the pirates were awake, you could tell by the thudding of their footsteps. you heard the knob of the door turn, making you stand up to face who was walking in. 

“oh, you’re up.” matt said, his eyes looking up and down. “couldn't sleep for long.” you replied, your eyes on him as he looked at you and then around the room. 

“we’ll have to set a few rules here darlin’.” he said, shutting the door behind him. “so, nick said you’re my responsibility. that means i’m stuck watching you. maybe i’ll have you sort through things today so you’re not bored out of your mind or-” he paused, his brows furrowing, “do you know how to sew?” 

you blinked at him, “um. no, i can’t.” he frowned, unsatisfied with your answer, “great. i’ll be right back then, princess.” he hummed, walking out.

he returned in no more than 10 minutes, crates in his hands. “we like to make our own jewelry on this ship.” he said, “of course we steal rings and stuff, that's how i got this one.” he pointed to his star ring after settling the crates down by you. his eyes locked with his, “this was stolen from the scariest siren out there, my greatest catch. her name was stella.” he sighed before smirking at your frown and wide eyes in realization of what had happened to her. 

“relax darlin’, i didn't kill her.” he added, snickering in amusement. you looked up at him, tearing your gaze away from his silver ring, “what happened to her?” you asked. 

matt paused, he considered answering you but you weren't a friend. “nothing.” he bit out, the charming pirate facade now being replaced with a stern one. “look princess, you’re not gonna be on this ship doing nothing. the boys and i were gonna have you on patch up duty but since you have no skills for that, you’re on jewel sorting duty.” he said. separating the stack of crates, revealing tons of shimmering treasures.

“you have blue jewels, red, green, purple. and then for metals you have gold and silver.” he passed you a clean rag, or well, threw it at you. 

“sort them each. then make it look pretty, think you could do that?” he asked, gaining a nod from you in return. he smirked, “very good.” matt hummed before walking out. 

so now you were on jewelry duty, it shouldn't be so bad, you sighed, sitting down on the floor and getting to work immediately.

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as matt returned to his headquarters he sighed. you were so pliant, he kinda wished you would fight for your own dignity, give him a little challenge. but your flight was stronger than your fight, or maybe you just wanted to go unharmed. 

he didn't have much time to dwell on it before nick came storming in, chris hot on his heels trying to reason with him before getting silenced when nick closed the door on him. “wanna tell me why the majority of the crates are missing?” he asked, his brow arched as he looked at matt.

“yes actually!” matt spun around to look at nick, a smug grin on his lips, “i’m dealing with our “princess problem.”” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. 

nick sighed, rubbing his temples, “and what the hell does that mean?”  matt rolled his eyes, “dude. relax. i just put her to work is all. she's gonna go crazy in there with nothing to do.” nick snickered with amusement, “you care why?” 

“because if i have to deal with a princess kidnapped under our ship, i’d rather her be sane. besides maybe the girls got skills to see what's real and what's fake in those crates.”

nick looked him over once before shrugging, “alright. next time tell someone other than chris.” he said before walking out. his words with chris to leave him alone and do something being muffled as they got further. leaving matt alone with his own thoughts. 

now matt had to think what to keep you occupied with when you were done with the crates, he hoped it’d take you a few days so he could come up something good. his eye caught a glimpse of a book, picking it up off the desk. it was a book about different sea creatures and myths. he recalled your conversation with gracie the night before that he eavesdropped on. he grabbed a pen before scribbling in it. he’d give it to you after you were done with the crates. while writing his little message on the book he couldn't help but pause, matt knew his crew was upset with him, but he really didn't want to let them down. he hoped that for once, he was in the right. that this would go smoothly and you’d be out of their sails quickly.

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the support on this au has made me cry about 5 times so far.. it's just crazy how a silly little idea with my friend (gen!!! snoopychris!!!! i cant believe we're friends!!!!) ended up being liked or tolerated by people like its truly a beautiful thing. i'd make a taglist but i dont have a post schedule and would hate to disturb anyone! but if enough wants it i will push down my pride and make one just for u guys 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ thank u sm for the love - star

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I’m tired of trying -pt3

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Hey guysssss this is parttttt 3

Lemme know if a part 4 is needed

I just wanted to say that this part gets really dark and has themes of suicide and depression and really dark thought so please read with caution

Word count: 2500

Azriel x reader

Warnings: suicide and attempts, depression, dark thoughts

Please read this is caution

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The Summer Court’s gentle breezes and soft warmth felt more like a prison than a paradise. Every day in this perfect realm was a reminder of the life you once had, a life that seemed impossibly far away now. The palace’s beauty—its glittering walls and lush gardens—did nothing to ease the weight in your chest. Instead, the brightness only seemed to mock the darkness inside you.

You had been here for what felt like months, though you knew it was only a few weeks. Time no longer had meaning when every day was spent in a haze of numbness and pain. Your body had grown weak from the lack of food and movement, your mind lost in an endless cycle of sorrow and hopelessness. Nothing mattered anymore.

The healers who visited you daily became more insistent, their soft voices urging you to eat, to drink, to take the potions they offered to ease your pain. But their words washed over you like the wind—present, but meaningless. You had nothing left to give. Every ounce of energy you had was spent on merely existing.

And then there was Azriel.

He had come to you again and again, his presence a constant shadow in the room. Sometimes, he spoke in that low, rough voice of his, trying to apologize, to make you see how sorry he was. Other times, he simply sat in silence, his golden eyes filled with regret and sorrow. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how sincere his words, it was never enough.

You couldn’t feel anything for him anymore. You were too tired to feel.

He had broken you in ways you didn’t even know were possible. The things he had said to you that day—those cruel, cutting words—had shattered something inside you. You had fought for him, for the love you thought you shared, and it had never been enough. It would never be enough.

And now, here you were, in a beautiful palace, surrounded by caring people, but utterly alone in your pain.

Tarquin had been patient with you, more patient than you deserved. He checked on you often, his voice soft with concern, but never pushing you beyond what you could handle. Yet even his presence—his kindness—felt like a burden. You didn’t want kindness anymore. You didn’t want anything.

Your hand absently traced the delicate veins of your wrist, where the skin was thin and pale. The thought had been circling in your mind for days now, a whisper in the back of your mind that grew louder with each passing hour.

There’s a way out.

You don’t have to feel this way anymore.

The thought was seductive, offering you a kind of peace that you hadn’t felt in so long. The pain could end. The weight of your heart could finally be lifted. All it would take was one moment—one decision—and it would all be over.

But something held you back. Some small part of you, buried deep beneath the layers of pain and hopelessness, still remembered who you used to be. That part of you still wanted to live, still clung to the idea that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back.

But it was growing weaker every day.

Azriel hadn’t left the Summer Court in days. Not since he had seen the state you were in, the way you had looked at him with so much pain and loss in your eyes. The guilt had consumed him from the moment you left the Night Court, but seeing you like that—so broken, so fragile—had nearly destroyed him.

He had tried everything he could think of to make it right. He had spoken to you, apologized over and over, poured his heart out in ways he had never done before. But no matter what he said, no matter how much he begged for your forgiveness, it never seemed to reach you.

Every day, you grew weaker. Every day, you slipped further away from him.

Azriel sat in one of the Summer Court’s grand balconies, his hands resting on his knees as he stared out over the glittering ocean. The sunlight reflected off the water in golden waves, but he felt no warmth, no peace. His mind was consumed with thoughts of you, of the life you used to share, and the devastating realization that he might never get you back.

Rhysand had told him to give you time, that you needed space to heal. But how could he give you space when you were unraveling before his eyes?

“Azriel.” The familiar voice of Tarquin pulled him from his thoughts. The Summer Court’s High Lord stood a few feet away, his expression troubled.

Azriel turned to face him, his jaw clenched. “Is she…?”

“She’s the same,” Tarquin said, his voice soft. “Physically, she’s holding on. But emotionally…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen anyone this broken.”

Azriel’s heart tightened. “Is there anything I can do?”

Tarquin sighed, his brow furrowing in sympathy. “I don’t know. She’s shutting everyone out—even you. And I fear if she continues like this…”

Azriel didn’t need him to finish the sentence. He knew what Tarquin was trying to say. If you kept going down this path, there was only one possible outcome.

And it would be his fault.

That night, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection but not really seeing it. Your once-bright eyes were dull, dark circles etched beneath them. Your skin was pale, almost translucent, and your hair hung in limp waves around your face.

You didn’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore.

Your hand shook as you reached for the dagger that Tarquin had given you for protection when you had first arrived in his court. It was a beautiful blade, crafted from pure silver, with intricate designs carved into the hilt. You had barely touched it since you arrived, but now, it felt like the only thing in the room that made sense.

The blade gleamed in the dim light as you held it in your trembling hand, your fingers wrapping around the hilt. The weight of it was oddly comforting, as if it could finally bring you the release you had been craving.

You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. This was it. This was the moment. The pain would end. You would finally be free.

But as the blade hovered over your wrist, something stopped you. A voice, soft but insistent, echoed in the back of your mind.

This isn’t the way.

You can still come back from this.

The voice sounded like Azriel’s. And for a moment, you hesitated.

But then you remembered the way he had looked at you that day—the cold, dismissive words that had cut deeper than any blade ever could. He had broken you, and there was no coming back from that.

With a sob, you pressed the blade to your skin.

Azriel had been unable to sleep that night, his mind too restless, too filled with images of you—your broken form, the pain in your eyes. Something felt wrong. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, the cold, sinking feeling that had been building all day.

He couldn’t shake the thought that you needed him. That something terrible was about to happen.

Without thinking, he rose from his seat and moved swiftly through the palace, his shadows curling around him as he made his way to your room. The guards didn’t stop him this time—they knew better by now.

As he approached the door, that cold feeling intensified, a sickening dread settling in his chest. His heart pounded in his ears as he reached for the handle, pushing the door open without knocking.

What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

You were sitting on the floor, the silver dagger in your hand, pressed against your wrist. Blood was already welling up, dark and red against your pale skin.

“No!” Azriel’s voice was hoarse, desperate, as he rushed toward you, his shadows flaring in panic.

You didn’t seem to hear him. You were lost in your own world, your body trembling as you pressed the blade harder against your skin. Tears streamed down your face, but your eyes were distant, unfocused.

Azriel reached you just in time, grabbing your wrist and pulling the blade away. You struggled weakly against him, your body too weak to put up much of a fight.

“Let me go,” you whispered, your voice broken, tears streaming down your face. “Please, just let me go.”

Azriel’s heart shattered at the sound of your voice, at the sight of you so lost, so hurt. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you sobbed against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry.”

But you shook your head, your sobs turning into gasps for breath. “It’s too late, Azriel. I’m already broken. You can’t fix me.”

His arms tightened around you, his wings curling protectively around your fragile form. “No,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re not broken. You’re not. I won’t let you go.”

But you didn’t respond. You just cried, your body shaking with the force of your sobs, as if you were trying to cry out all the pain that had been festering inside you for so long.

Azriel didn’t let go. He held you through it all, whispering apologies and promises, vowing to do whatever it took to make things right.

The following days were a blur of healers and potions, of Tarquin’s quiet concern and Azriel’s constant presence. He never left your side, not even for a moment. He watched over you as you slept, as you fought through the waves of despair that crashed over you. He refused to leave, even when Tarquin suggested that space might be best. Azriel didn’t care. He wasn’t going anywhere.

The wound on your wrist was healing, but the deeper wounds, the ones that had been carved into your heart and soul, were far from mended. You rarely spoke, rarely ate, barely moved. And though your body was growing weaker, it was your spirit that worried Azriel the most.

He had tried everything to bring you back—to get you to talk to him, to react, to do anything other than lay in that bed, staring blankly at the ceiling or curled in on yourself. But nothing worked.

Each passing day was another weight on his shoulders, the crushing realization that he had done this to you—that his words had driven you to this breaking point.

He had never felt so helpless. The shadows that had always been his allies now seemed like enemies, swirling around him in confusion, mirroring the chaos in his own heart. He couldn’t fix this with a sword or a plan. He couldn’t strategize his way out of this. This was something he had no control over.

And that terrified him.

One night, after hours of silence, you finally spoke. Your voice was so quiet, so broken, that Azriel almost didn’t hear it.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Azriel’s heart lurched in his chest, and he leaned forward, his hands shaking as he reached for yours. “Y/N… don’t say that.”

But you didn’t look at him. Your eyes were distant, your face pale and gaunt from days of neglect. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s too much.”

His grip tightened around your hand. “I know it feels like that now, but you’re stronger than this. You’ve always been stronger than this.”

You shook your head weakly. “Not anymore. I’m tired, Azriel. I’m so tired.”

The tears that Azriel had been holding back finally spilled over, hot and painful as they streaked down his face. He had been trying to be strong for you, trying to hold himself together, but hearing you say that—hearing you give up—was more than he could bear.

“You can’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please. I can’t lose you. I love you.”

You flinched at the word. It was as though the very sound of it hurt you, and Azriel’s heart shattered all over again.

“I loved you too,” you whispered, and the past tense of your words cut deeper than any blade ever could. “But you didn’t want me. You said it yourself.”

“That’s not true,” Azriel said quickly, his voice thick with desperation. “I never meant what I said. I was scared, and I said terrible things, but I didn’t mean them. You’re everything to me, Y/N. You’re my everything.”

You didn’t respond. You just turned your face away, closing your eyes as if you were too exhausted to even speak anymore.

Azriel stayed by your side, holding your hand, his chest tight with fear and guilt. He didn’t know how to bring you back from this. He didn’t know if he even could.

Two more days passed in the same unbearable silence. You refused food, only drank the water Tarquin’s healers forced upon you. Your once-vibrant eyes were dull, your skin growing more fragile, your strength slipping away. The healers tried everything they could to coax you back into health, but nothing worked.

And Azriel—Azriel was drowning in his own guilt.

He couldn’t stop replaying that last argument, couldn’t stop hearing the cruel words he had thrown at you in his anger, couldn’t stop imagining how different things might have been if he had just told you how much he loved you, how much he needed you. If he had just been honest instead of pushing you away out of fear.

Azriel watched you closely, his golden eyes filled with fear as each second passed. It was unbearable—seeing you like this, wasting away because of his mistakes. His hands trembled as he reached for your face, gently brushing the stray strands of hair from your forehead. He leaned in, his voice low and rough, thick with emotion.

“Please, Y/N. Just tell me what to do. I can’t lose you like this.”

You didn’t respond right away, your gaze still fixed on the ceiling as if you were far, far away. The quiet hum of the Summer Court’s night breeze filled the room, mingling with the soft crashing of distant waves. But your heart… it felt as though it was miles beneath the surface, buried so deep you weren’t sure it could ever be reached again.

Azriel’s hands, usually so steady, so sure, shook as they held yours. His shadows curled around him in confusion, sensing the depth of his despair. You could feel his presence, his warmth, but it only reminded you of how cold and numb you had become.

He had broken you. And yet here he was, still trying to put the pieces back together.

“I don’t know if I can come back from this,” you finally whispered, your voice fragile, almost inaudible. “I feel like there’s nothing left of me.”

Azriel swallowed hard, his throat constricting with emotion. “That’s not true. You’re still here, Y/N. I know you are. You just need time, and I’ll give you all the time in the world. But don’t… don’t leave me like this. Please.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, a tear slipping down your cheek. His words sounded sincere. They sounded desperate. But how many times had you believed him before? How many times had you thought that things could change, only to have it all fall apart again?

“Why now?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Why are you fighting for me now, after everything?”

Azriel didn’t hesitate. “Because I was a coward. I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it. I didn’t realize how much I loved you—how much I needed you—until I pushed you away. And I hate myself for that. But I’m here now, Y/N, and I’ll fight for you every day, for the rest of my life if I have to.”

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest, torn between wanting to believe him and the overwhelming doubt that had built up inside you. You had heard words like this before—had thought that love could fix everything. But love hadn’t been enough. It hadn’t been enough to stop him from saying those terrible things, from pushing you away when all you had wanted was to be close to him.

“I’m so tired,” you murmured, your voice breaking. “So tired of hurting, of trying.”

Azriel’s grip on your hand tightened, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. “Then let me try for you. Let me be the one to hold you up this time. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, for the first time in days. His face was drawn with worry, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion. He looked as broken as you felt, as if your pain was his own. The guilt etched into his expression was raw, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw the man you had fallen in love with—the man who had once made you feel safe and cherished.

“I don’t know if I can do this again,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But… I hope you can try for me, Azriel.”

His breath hitched at your words, the smallest spark of hope lighting in his eyes. “I will,” he promised, his voice shaking with emotion. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. I swear it.”

You gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, and though it was barely a gesture, it was enough for him. It was enough to make him believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to save what had been broken.

But as you lay there, staring up at him, the weight of the past still heavy on your chest, you couldn’t help but wonder if love alone would ever be enough. Would it be enough to heal the wounds he had caused? Could you truly let him back into your heart after everything?

As Azriel leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a tear slipped from your eye.

And somewhere, deep in the recesses of your heart, you felt the beginning of a new ache—an ache that whispered, What if it’s too late?

The thought lingered in the air between you, unspoken, but undeniable.

What if love would never be enough?

Azriel pulled away, his hand still gripping yours tightly as if he feared that if he let go, you would slip away forever.

And maybe… just maybe… he was right.

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A Bed In The Meadow

PART EIGHT

WARNING: NSFW!! SMUT, mature themes, 18 & over.

Writers Notes: Ya'll finna eat good, enjoy!

Word Count: 3,255

Gale sighed heavily, sipping his morning tea in front of the fire as his mind wandered. Last night certainly could have gone better. His heart was heavy with worry - the sudden uncertainty of his future, the orb, you. It was all so much, he didn't know where to begin or how to unpack it all.

Regret stirred in the pit of his stomach as he remembered how he had raised his voice at you, he hadn't meant to. He never wished to cause you grief or burden you with a weight no one could truly carry.

He wanted to be your peace, to be at your side, but everything felt so uncertain now with the task Mystra had placed upon his shoulders.

He loved your unyielding determination that defied the God's themselves, how he wished to have your optimism.

'There must be another way', your voice echoed in his head. Another way? This was the clearest path forward that could be found. He sighed, brows furrowed as he continued to lose himself in thought.

Astarion sat in front of him across the fire, crossing his legs. His eyes a mixture of emotions.

"Astarion, what are you doing up so early?" Gale questioned.

"Talking to a suicidal idiot, what does it look like I'm doing?" Astarion gestured, his tone snarky and low.

"Look, I'm truly not in the mood for this today -"

"And I'm truly not in the mood to deal with your relationship drama today, but here I am, assisting you in cleaning up the mess you've made." Astarion ran a hand through his hair.

"I would strongly disagree that I'm the one who made a mess-" Gale began before Astarion quickly interrupted.

"Yes, yes, that's all well and good - but you're the one who couldn't leave well enough alone, and now you have that pesky orb burrowed in your chest."

Astarion took a deep breath before beginning once more.

"But that's not why I'm here, I'm here to tell you to get your shit together, and to sort it out - quickly. Nothing is set in stone, so you needn't act like it, not yet anyways. You were dealt a shitty hand, yes, but that does not mean the game is over."

"Why do you care, Astarion?" Gale questioned, leaning forward as he studied the elf.

"If you must know," Astarion thought carefully.

"You hurt... my friend," Astarion paused, realizing the words that parted from his lips.

"She was a sorry sight last night, and I hope to never see her like that again." Astarion narrowed his eyes at Gale, issuing him a stern warning.

Gale sighed, his heart heavy.

"You must see my point of view, Astarion. It isn't so simple."

"Of course I see your point, Gale, and nobody said it was simple. But Tav is right, as she often is. You can't just role over and die without weighing all other options. If that is the route you are so determined to go down, by all means - but if you're giving up hope now, pursue her no further. Save her the heartbreak."

Astarion's words pierced through Gale's heart like jagged ice. There was no way he could let go of you now, not after everything that's happened.

"You've given me much to consider, Astarion." Gale looked down at his tea, cupped gently in his hands.

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You avoided Gale for the better part of the morning as you and your comrades traveled through the vast and endless darkness. A slight hangover clung to you as did your regrets on how you handled the evening prior.

Stupid girl, you should've stayed - he needs you, and you walked away. You thought to yourself. You could not begin to comprehend the burden that was forced upon him, no mortal should ever have to face it - especially alone.

It took you a moment to realize a group of people lurked in darkness, torches alight with steady footsteps. The shadows came to collect as they pulled away a helpless soul from their ranks, your intervention was swift - no more lives would be lost this day.

Their appreciation lead you to the Last Light Inn where you had met Jaheira. You also found yourself amongst the tiefling refugees once again, learning they had not made it to Baulder's Gate as you had hoped.

All was explained to you over a glass of wine with Jaheira, you found yourself fond of her prickly demeanor. She offered you beds, food, and drink which delighted your party.

You had hoped for an uneventful afternoon, but after introductions were made with Isobel - the cleric that protected this plot of land - the Inn was attacked by the Absolute.

Yet again, you came out victorious as you had many times before. The rest of the afternoon was filled with assisting the clean up of your enemies bodies and viscera.

Come what you assumed to be evening time, you were utterly exhausted. This hostile land seemed to drain you of energy with its cruel, cold air.

Despite the fatigue, you knew you had to speak with Gale.

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You tapped on his door gently, waiting for Gale's response.

"Come in!" he called.

You stepped into the dimly lit room, but it wasn't Gale per se that waited for you, but rather an illusion of Gale.

"Hello! I'm here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep, he has kindly requested your presence elsewhere this evening, may I escort you?" It asked.

"Ehm, I suppose so," you chuckled at the sight of the translucent Gale.

"Most excellent! Please, follow me!" It was enthusiastic as it lead you.

You had followed Gale's image out of the Inn, carrying a torch, until you came upon a clearing where Gale - the real Gale- sat. The sky above him was not pitch black like you had expected it to be, but was a mixture of perfectly placed stars, purples, greens, and deep blues that melded together in harmony.

You sat next to Gale quietly, in awe of the painted night sky before you.

"Did you do this?" you whispered.

"I did, the curse remains - but it is vailed for now," he said with a devilish grin.

You both sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity as you watched in awe at Gale's creation.

He took your hand, bringing it to his lips - planting a firm kiss on the back of it.

"If... if you knew the end was near, would you not want to ensure your death had meaning?" Gale asked softly, squeezing your hand.

"Of course I would." You whispered in reply.

"But we cannot foresee how the end will play out, we cannot assume that this is the only way. You needn't die for your Goddesses forgiveness, Gale." You frowned, a tear gliding down your cheek.

"I'm... so sorry, for how I handled my part last night. I shouldn't have left you to deal with that alone, but I'm here now. I am with you. I cannot imagine your pain, your burden, but I will love you through it." He wiped the tear away with his thumb as you spoke, his deep earthy brown eyes softening. He cupped your cheek in his warm hand gently.

"I'm sorry too, truly. If you believe there is another way, I will put faith in that notion and try my hardest to see it comes to fruition. But I want you to understand, that if there is no other way - this is something I must do." He stroked your cheek as a frown pulled at his lips.

"I understand," you replied.

"You must know by now you're special to me..." He trailed off. "That I'm in love with you." His words made your heart swell, your face flush.

"I'm in love with you too," you leaned into his palm, smiling, another tear gliding down your cheek.

He laughed, "well, that certainly is a relief."

Your gaze met once more as you melted in is eyes, leaning towards him before your lips met his.

"I want to lay with you like the God's do," he spoke in between kisses.

"Show me," you begged.

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Your surroundings were blurry as your eyes opened slowly, laying beside Gale. He had taken you in the weave in every way imaginable, your very soul felt as if it were electrified by the experience. The things he had shown you, you never knew such pleasure could exist.

You looked down in visible confusion as your clothes were still adorned on your body.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself," he sat up smiling, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"I did..." you trailed off.

"But?" He cocked an eyebrow with a concerned look in his eyes.

"But, I'm trying to make sense of it all.. It was amazing, you needn't worry there! It's just..."

Your knees clasped together, your body craved his physical touch now more than it ever has. Burning hot lust gnawing low in your belly, your slit dripping wet.

"Perhaps it's all just hard for me to understand and take in?" You looked away, embarrassed.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of it like that," Gale said nervously.

"I want you, the real you - in the flesh... I want to feel all of it." Your gaze was intense and longing. The apple in his throat bobbed nervously before a bed with satin lilac sheets materialized before you in the meadow.

"I must confess, I am a tad nervous... It, uh, it's been a very long time since I could indulge... Longer still since it was truly... Physical." Gale stammered, lifting you to your feet.

"Don't worry, I'll take my time with you," you whispered in his ear and he shuddered in response.

You took Gale by the hand as you lead him to the bed, both of your bodies shivering with nervous energy. You draped your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him with a longing hunger, he moaned into your parted lips as you pressed your body into his. His hands holding your waist firmly, demanding more of you. You could feel his lust through his trousers, pressing into your pelvis, twitching and expectant.

You both collapsed onto the bed in a frenzy of movements, the satin sheets felt cool beneath your skin as Gale lingered on top of you, pressing his hips down hard onto your center. The pressure you felt building was pure torture.

Your hands were suddenly searching for his flesh, pushing them underneath his tunic and trailing up to his bare chest. He shuddered as your hands searched to feel every bit of him in a hungry haze. Your kiss deepening as his tongue slipped between your parted lips, your tongues stirring together.

In a swift motion you pulled at his shirt until you removed it entirely, casting it to the side. His brow beaded with sweat, his hair falling around his face creating a curtain between the rest of the world and yourselves.

He began to kiss you again, feverishly this time - as if he could not control himself.

"Gods, I need you," he whimpered into your mouth between kisses, you pressed your hips into his, his lust impossibly hard against your thigh.

"Then take me," you demanded of him.

No more coaxing needed, he was eager to listen to your command. He broke away from your kiss, trails of saliva trying to bind you together severed. He grabbed at your gown, lifting it up and over your head, casting it away - all that remained were your panties. Your bare breasts aching and alert in the cool night breeze.

"Gods above," he muttered, taking in the sight of you beneath him. He was trembling before you, his eyes wide and burning with need.

You smiled at him coyly, "what?" you asked.

"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes upon, I could worship you for a life time." He breathed, leaning down as he began to kiss and lick your neck. His stubble tickling you slightly, you moaned in response to his touch, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile as he continued his descent down your body. Making his way to your breasts, his breath hot and heavy as he lingered over them.

You writhed impatiently, awaiting his next move when suddenly his tongue coiled around a nipple, his hand grasping at the other. He rolled one in between index and thumb as his tongue lapped at the other. Conflicting sensations and movements broke your concentration, you tried to hold back but it was in vain.

"Gale," you moaned, your body jolting in response to the sudden sensation. His mouth warm and wet, surrounding you.

He certainly took his time with you, enjoying every moment, every moan that escaped your lips - before once again continuing the descent downward. With every touch you squirmed with wanton desire, you ached in every sense of the word for him and only him.

His trail of scorching kisses lead downward again, until finally his face was near your center. Nervousness and lust twisted low in your belly, he looked up at you with darkened and lidded eyes.

"I can't wait to taste you again," he groaned, pushing your panties to the side as he exposed your womanhood. Your slit was a dripping mess, a gasp caught in Gale's throat at the site of you, biting his lower lip. He lingered for a moment, watching you squirm nervously under his gaze. He was making you wait for it.

"P-please," you began to beg, before you could even formulate a thought to finish his tongue was pressed against your sex, dragging agonizingly slow to your cluster of nerves.

"G-gods, my Gods!" Your legs instantly went to clasp shut, but he pushed them apart once more. Resting his hands on your inner thighs, refusing to relent as his tongue lashed against your burning heat with methodical strokes.

Your body shook uncontrollably with each flick of his tongue, the burning lust that sat in your belly swelling in your thighs, then your calves, to the soles of your feet. You could not hold your moans in any longer, you were losing yourself entirely to him and carnal pleasures.

He kept the same tempo that made you squirm, but increased the pressure of his tongue with each stroke. Your moans and curses were growing louder as they carried on the night breeze.

He focused in on your bundle of nerves, lapping you up hungrily, he groaned into your sex - loving the taste of you.

You hardly had warning as you began to burst, hands wrapping into his hair with desperation as your hips bucked and twitched.

"Gale!" you screamed, unable to control your volume as you reached the threshold of your climax. He dug his hands into your hips, as your body tried to push away but he only pulled you closer, refusing to part his lips from you.

Squirming, sweat beading down your chest as a second wave of pleasure surged within you.

"Gale, I- I.. wait, Gale, G-gods - I'm cumm-" You wailed, as you burst into ecstasy once more. Once he was fully satisfied with his work he sat up on his knees, his chin slick with your wetness. Your body shook uncontrollably as you watched him slide your panties down your legs, gasping in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

"I've made such a mess of you," he groaned as he leaned in to kiss you. Your taste was sweet on his tongue.

He kissed you passionately and deep as you heard the shuffle of fabric for a few moments, then suddenly his bare length was prodding at your slit.

He placed a hand around the base of his shaft, guiding it eagerly along your wet heat, teasing you.

"You are enough to drive me to madness," his breath was hot against your lips. You shuddered as he continued to toy with his length at the entrance of your slit.

"Do you want it?" He looked into your gaze through lidded eyes, his body shaking with anticipation.

"More than anything," you begged, bucking your hips.

He focused for a moment on the angle, before slowly pressing his hips forward - you welcomed him eagerly as the tip slid in with no resistance. You were both shaking, nervous wrecks - naked before one another.

"Please, tell me if I hurt you in anyway." He asked softly.

Your hand cupped his cheek as you looked into his eyes and nodded, reassuring him.

Another agonizingly slow thrust and he was halfway in now, you could feel how it throbbed inside you. You leaned upward and kissed him passionately, as he thrust what remained to the hilt, burying himself in your depths. Both of you let out a moan in unison at the sensation. Finally, you could finally know what it was like to feel him inside of you.

He was at the end of your depth without even trying, he pulled back slightly then thrust forward once more. Your head tilted back, eyes fluttering, drinking the moment in.

"You put the stars to shame, you are perfection," he groaned into your neck, his whole body continued to shake. The rhythm started slow at first as he allowed your slit time to get used to him, you were wrapped tightly around his sex.

"I love you," he whispered in your ear as the thrusting began to quicken, growing more ravenous with need.

"I love you, too," you moaned as you kissed the edges of his jaw. Your breasts dragged along his chest with every pump, his fingers coiling with yours and the sheets beneath.

He began to pant as his pace deepened, sharp and hungry thrusts pressing against your womb. You could see in his eyes he was trying desperately to hold back for your sake, his body begging for release.

He suddenly paused as he sat up on his knees again, still at the edges of your depth. Both of his hands grabbed your waist as he began once again, his eyes trailing over every inch of your skin. He began bucking harder, pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain as his size forced you to stretch in accommodation. His grasp on your waist firm and unwavering, holding you in place, making you take every inch of him.

You clasped a hand over your mouth as you couldn't hold back your moans any longer, each thrust forcing a sound out of you. His muscles flexing, covered in sweat as he once again bucked faster.

"Gods! You feeling amazing," he moaned loudly, head tilting back, never wavering in his pace.

You clung to the sheets, writhing, as that feeling of ecstasy was near boiling over. As if he could sense it himself, Gale spoke.

"Please, cum for me." He begged.

Your body couldn't resist, and for a third time you burst - your warmth shuddering and clenching him tighter as you came harder than you ever had.

The sensation of you pulsing and wrapped around him pushed him over the edge, he had reached his limit and could hold back no longer. He quickly pulled out, his hot seed shooting out and onto your stomach and chest, panting and moaning as his stiffness pulsated with every spurt.

He collapsed beside you, trembling and sweaty. He weakly waved his hand over you, and the sin he had splashed across your skin disappeared.

You both laid in a silent embrace for what felt like an eternity, exchanging candied words and soft kisses.

[juliet-017]

Remunerate - L.B.

Bsf!Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!reader

Minors dni!

Warnings: first time, oral f!reciving, manipulative undertones, dubcon (reader is intoxicated), brief allusion of puke like one line, unprotected p n v

Synopsis: Lorenzo Berkshire was probably one of the best people you could even call your best friend. He was sweet, kind, funny, and sacrificed so much time just to make you feel special. Honestly, you felt like really.

a/n: This oneshot actually started out as a Draco one but as I got further in I realized it was actually very Enzo, especially with the undertones and such that I used to portray him. Hope you all enjoy! (Adding here that to my new follows that followed me bc of "Kisemis" (or anyone who liked it and is seeing this) to please comment over on it if you want to be tagged for part 2!! Thank you so so much!

1st divider creds: @d-oie

Wc: ~1.7k

One of the first things you recognized about Lorenzo Berkshire is that he was utterly obsessed with always having the absolute best—shiny, new, and expensive. Wanting to be the first to have something, he used his connections to do just that.

He denied being spoiled, and that he would always get what he wanted one way or another. But you knew better, often teasing him over it, feigning annoyance when he'd buy you anything. Any dress, skirt, or shoe you'd show even the slightest bit of interest in while looking over the news edition of Witches Weekly.

But that's what friends are for, right? Holding back hair when you get sick after a party, helping you change into something more comfortable, only to excuse himself right after every time before returning to help lull you into a peaceful sleep. You never heard about him doing this with other girls.

He could've been with anyone else, like how all of his mates would end up with a new girl practically every time, tangling in bed sheets after a long night of drinking and dancing. And he used to be like them, till you two became close. But no, more than half the time he was with you, catering to you. All fleeting and platonic touches.

Until tonight, just drunk enough to be clingy you hold onto Enzo’s arm like a lifeline, blabbering on about how amazing he is. How you don't know why he puts up with you.

He chuckles, brushing it all off playfully, till you prompt a more explicit question. “I just don't get why you spend time taking care of me instead of going off with other girls.” You whine, looking up at him through your lashes. “You could be out and having fun,” You continue. “I don't need you to babysit me, Enzo.”

“I never said you needed to be babysat,” He hums, guiding you up to your dorm. “I just wanted to do you a favor. It would be rude of me to leave you alone and sick, love.”

“You're too kind for your own good, Enz,” You slur, letting him open the door and close it behind you as you make your way to your bed, stumbling before landing harshly on it. “I just feel bad. You give and give but don't get anything.”

“Well, you're allowed to give too, Princess. You know that, right?” He hums brushing your hair out of your face before kneeling and helping you take your heels off. You blush, shifting your weight some.

“Well… I mean yeah..” You reply quietly, recognizing him going through the usual motions of the night. You comply, helping him with stripping you. “I just..” Your voice trails, spotting the bulge in his trousers for the first time after one of the escapades. After a few moments it clicks, Would he actually go through all of this just to sleep with you?

You shake your head, clearing it of that thought. Enzo wouldn't do that. He's kind, a total sweetheart. He'd do anything for you, right?

He returns from your dresser, having grabbed a nightgown which he helped slip over your head. You can't help but eye his groin again, yep.. definitely hard.

Lorenzo grinned, cocky as ever. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” He taunts, looking down at you and taking your chin to lift your gaze. Your mind feels fuzzy, as if he’s looking at you in a whole new light.

“Duh.. I know that.” You murmur, trying to think of how to word it. “But I was just thinking about how you said I can give too.. and uhm… I think I want to.” You continue, averting his gaze slightly.

He chuckles, causing you to chuckle in turn. “Oh darling, you don't have to. I don't want you to regret it, after all you haven't done anything like this before from what I know.” He starts, voice honeyed, eyes wide and sweet.

“But you do all of this for me when you could just ignore it. I'd feel bad if I knowingly left you like that.” You interrupt, pouting slightly. “And after all… I wouldn't mind you being my first.”

“Sweet girl, you can't be serious.” He tsks, shaking his head and taking a step back and observing you.

“I am serious, Enz. Other girls talk about you all the time, and your my best friend. I just.. want to know what I'm missing. That's all.” You argue, looking up at him still. “Please?” You press, softly. “I'm not dumb, I know what sex is. And if I'm going to have it I want it to be with someone I trust.”

He hums, a huff of amusement escaping him. “Only if you're sure.” He mumbles, dropping your chin, stripping himself of his shirt. You nod, eyes roaming over his abs.

It's not like you haven't seen them before. But it felt different with the current undertones, the dark room and the wetness growing between your thighs. “Go and rest up by the headboard, love,” He instructs, you nod gently and comply.

It feels unfair that he's practically naked, save his boxers, and you're covered in a nightgown. But that doesn't last long.

Enzo starts at the foot of the bed, peppering kisses up your ankle slowly working his way to your knee and onwards. He nips occasionally, making you whine and jolt. He smirks against your skin, continuing and stopping just short of where you need him most. Your hips buck slightly and he can't help but chuckle some.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, love?” He asks again. You wonder if he's teasing, or is actually wondering, but you nod feeling far too needy to speak.

You feel him pulling your panties off, tossing them off to the side somewhere, your thighs ending up on either side of his shoulders. You tense, anxiety hitting you before he gives your needy clit a soft peck.

He starts small and delicate, gently alternating between licking stripes down your pussy and sucking on your clit. Your hands digging into his hair and pulling at his scalp as you writhe in his grip, his hands firmly grasping your waist in order to hold you still. “So sweet.” He hums against your core, the vibrations only driving you crazy.

Unexpectedly you feel him withdrawal, a whimper turning into a gasp when he slips a finger into you, slowly pumping it before giving your clit some attention.

Moaning softly you can't help but buck your hips slightly, feeling pressure grow in your lower stomach. “Mm, Enzo- I'm gonna…” You whine, flushed. “ ‘m so close.”

He gently adds another finger, bringing you even closer, making you an utter mess. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

Your back arches slightly, trying to hold on for a bit longer only to crash down, pleasure blinding you as your body goes slack.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of you, making you clench around the loss, shivering. Propping yourself up on your elbows you look down at him, about to clean off his fingers in his mouth before raising a brow and bringing them to your own lips. You hesitate before opening your mouth just enough for him to fit his fingers, and he does.

You swirl your tongue, tasting yourself. “Such a filthy girl… who would've thought it just took some drinking and trust to turn you into this.” Enzo murmurs.

He presses down on your tongue, fingers making you gag before he withdraws them. “Wish that was my cock in your mouth instead,” He growls, pulling himself up to be more even with your face, slipping his boxers off in the process.

Flushed you try to think of a response, squirming under his touch. Any words you wanted to say were cut off by him. “So responsive…” he purrs, burying his face into your neck, softly biting and sucking in order to mark you up.

He teases you with his tip, running it between your folds and drawing a high pitched moan from you. Bucking your hips, looking up at him. “Enz, please… I want- I need-.” You grumble pathetically, whining.

“Fucked out already and I hardly did anything.” He taunts, clicking his tongue and shaking his head before slowly entering you, watching your expression slowly shift as you take him.

Bottoming out he can't help but watch you, face screwed up as you adjust. “Look at me, love.” He whispers, pecking your forehead before slowly moving in and out of you.

“Enzo, mh- feel so full.” You moan, adjusting to the stretch still. “Fuck, please.” You mutter incoherently, watching your best friends face as he fucks you, clearly holding back. “More.”

He can't help but pick up the pace at that, the sound of moans and skin slapping echoing throughout the empty room. His head dips down, grunting into your ear as your hands wrap up around his back and dig into his skin.

“S’tight squeezing around me,” Lorenzo grunts into your ear, trying a new angle and helping your legs to wrap around his waist to hit you even deeper. “so good for me.”

One of his hands playing with you tit over your nightgown, only deepening your pleasure. “Wanna feel you come ‘round my cock.” He pants, his free hand moving down to swirl around your clit, causing your back to arch as you scratch him up even more. Heat coiled in your stomach as you give your best attempt to meet his thrusts.

Balancing on the edge you dig into his shoulder blades, feeling his thrusts become more sloppy as he twitches inside of you.

It's enough to send you barreling off the edge, pleasure crashing over you like a wave, feeling him fuck you through your high before the spassming of your walls sends him over his own edge. His cum spurting deep inside of you as he collapses on top of you, both sweaty and panting.

Eventually he pulls out of you, rolling the both of you over so you can rest your head on his chest.

If not for that you’d’ve missed the smug look on his face. A smirk of someone that looks as if they've just won the Quidditch World Cup. You're too drunk and fucked out to care, hearing him murmur what you assume to be a charm to clean the pair of you up before subcomming to sleep.

[electronicladyheart]

Luca changretta x reader

Choices, part2

Part 1

Warnings: Smut, oral(fem!recieving). That's it I think...

I was blushing so hard writing this.

(I really think Luca would be so sweet and soft with his lover despite what he does as a Mob.)

Luca Changretta had never been a man who allowed himself to want. Wanting was a weakness, an indulgence that could be exploited. But you.... you were different.

He had wanted you long before the war, before the bloodshed. Before your name became something whispered in meetings, before your family became his sworn enemies. And now, as he stood before you, rain clinging to his dark suit, his patience worn thin, Luca felt something rare curl in his chest.

Desperation.

He had given you time. Time to consider, time to weigh your choices. But it had been agony. He could control men, manipulate entire families, dictate life and death—but not you. Never you.

And so, he came back.

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the door as you met his gaze, wary, guarded. "You're impatient."

His lips quirked, though there was little amusement in his eyes. "I’ve waited long enough."

You hesitated, your heart hammering in your chest, but Luca could see it... the flicker of conflict, the way your breath caught in your throat when he took a step forward, the way your eyes darted to his lips before you looked away.

You wanted him too.

But you were afraid.

“Amore mio,” he murmured, reaching for you, his fingers skimming the bare skin of your wrist. His touch was reverent, almost hesitant. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

You inhaled sharply, but you didn’t pull away.

“Tell me you haven’t imagined it.”

His voice was low, coaxing, laced with something dark and sinful. Luca watched as your resolve wavered, as you fought against the undeniable pull between you. His hands came to cup your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to look at him, to see the sincerity etched in every line of his face.

“I would give you everything,” he promised, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. “A life you could never dream of, far from blood, far from war.” He paused, his eyes burning into yours. “And I would worship you, cara mia. Every night, every morning. You would never regret saying yes.”

Your breath hitched, and Luca knew then—he had you. You could lie to yourself, you could fight it, but this was inevitable. He had already claimed you, long before this moment.

Your lips parted, but no words came. Luca’s eyes dropped to your mouth, his grip tightening ever so slightly. He was holding back, restrained only by the thin thread of control he had left.

And then, finally, you whispered, “I don’t trust you.”

Luca exhaled sharply, his grip on you firm but gentle. “Then let me prove it.”

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Marry me, and I will give you no reason to fear me. No reason to doubt me. Only a life where you belong to me, and I belong to you.”

A shudder ran through you, your hands finally coming up to rest against his chest. The war was still there, lurking in the background. But in this moment, under the weight of his gaze, it felt small.

Luca had won many battles. He had conquered men, cities, entire legacies.

But this... this was his greatest victory yet.

You.

And when your lips finally met his, when you surrendered with a whispered, breathless yes, he knew he would never let you go.

Your brothers didn’t try to stop the wedding. They could finally see a way out, a chance to end the bloodshed. For them, it was a reluctant peace. For Luca, it was the ultimate triumph.

The wedding was an extravagant affair, not for the world to see, but for him—for you. You stood before him, draped in white, a vision of something he had long craved but never allowed himself to believe he could have. As he slid the ring onto your finger, Luca wasn���t thinking of war, or power, or vengeance. He was thinking only of you. Of how you were his now.

And he would make sure to keep you.

That night, as he held you close, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns along your bare skin, he whispered, “You don’t know what you’ve done to me, amore.” His voice was thick with something raw, something unrestrained. “I thought this was about the war, about power, but it was never about that. It was always about you.”

You swallowed hard, shivering under the intensity of his gaze, his hands roaming, claiming. “And what happens now?”

Luca smirked, but there was something dark, possessive in his expression. He dragged his lips along your jaw, trailing down to your throat, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. “Now? Now, I show you that this wasn’t just a deal.” His hands slid lower, gripping, pulling you flush against him. “This was fate.”

You didn’t know if you believed in fate. But as he pushed you back against the bed, as his lips descended on yours with a hunger that made your knees weak, you knew one thing for certain.

Luca Changretta had won.

And he was never letting go.

Luca's lips crashed against yours with a fervor that stole your breath, his hands sliding possessively down your curves as he lowered you onto the plush silk sheets.

His hand moved to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your dress, making you arch against him. "Do you know what this means," he whispered against your neck, "being married to a Changretta? Being married to me ?" His touch was both gentle and commanding, making your heart race.

"It means you're mine, completely. And I intend to worship every inch of my wife's body." His fingers traced the edge of your wedding dress, slowly pushing the material down your shoulders, revealing more of your smooth skin. .

"Every..." he murmured, kissing along your collarbone, "single..." another kiss below your ear, "inch..." His fingers traced the hem of your dress, slowly gathering it higher, revealing more of your thigh.

"You have no idea how many times I imagined this moment, laying you out on my bed and taking what's mine." He nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent as his fingers hooked into the straps of your dress.

"I've waited so long to have you like this. Soft. Yielding. All to myself." His lips found yours again, this time with a languid hunger, his tongue exploring your mouth with deep, deliberate strokes as his hands continued to hike up your dress, revealing your lacy panties.

Luca pulled back only long enough to strip you out of your dress and toss it aside, his gaze roaming over your bare skin with intense admiration. "You're fucking exquisite," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your stomach, his hands sliding up your arms to pin your wrists above your head.

"Keep them there," he ordered, his voice low and commanding as he began to trail kisses down your body, his hands trailing heat along your sides.

He kissed you again. Luca's mouth moved lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, in between your breasts, before capturing one taut peak.

You gasped as his tongue swirled around your nipple, eliciting a deep moan from you. He pulled it between his teeth, sucking gently.He switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention, making you arch your back with pleasure. "God, you're responsive," he murmured against your skin.

His hands slid to your thighs, spreading them gently as he settled between them."Perfect," he breathed, spreading your legs wider to fit between them. He nuzzled his face between your thighs, inhaling your scent deeply. "So perfect..." He used his thumbs to part your folds, exposing you further to his hot breath. "And all mine."

His tongue flicked out, tasting you for the first time, making you cry out and grip the sheets above your head. "So sweet," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, licking deeper. "My sweet little wife."

Luca wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them open as he buried his face between your spread legs, devouring you hungrily. His tongue laps at your wetness, circling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. His name fell from your lips on a broken cry.

"That's it," he growled against you, "say my name again while I make you come." His tongue stroked you in long, steady movements, while one hand slid up your stomach to cup your breast. Your hips lifted involuntarily, meeting each stroke of his tongue, feeling yourself losing control.

"Luca..." you whimpered, your body tensing as you felt the pleasure building too quickly. He could feel it too, his fingers digging into your thighs possessively as he held you open wider. "Look at me," he ordered, lifting his head briefly to give the command.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust, locking onto Luca's molten gaze. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit mercilessly, pushing you towards the edge. "You're going to come on my tongue like a good little wife,"

Luca growled those words against your sensitive clit before sucking it back into his mouth, sending jolts of intense pleasure through your core. His tongue moved relentlessly, bringing you to the brink as he maintained eye contact, commanding your orgasm with nothing but his heated gaze and skilled mouth.

"Yes," he hissed against you, feeling your walls ripple and quiver. His fingers tightened on your legs as he pulled you closer, pressing his mouth to your pulsing clit. Your loud moans filled the room as he pushed you over the edge, consuming your first orgasm as his wife with greedy hunger.

Luca slowly lifted his head, his lips glistening wet with your juices as he crawled up your body with a smug, satisfied grin. "That was fucking gorgeous," he murmured, capturing your lips in a deep, dirty kiss so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh, his body shaking with need as he hovered over you. "Need to be inside you right now," he growled, breaking the kiss to murmur hotly into your ear. "But I don't want to rush this. I've waited too fucking long."

He trailed hot kisses down your neck as his hands roamed your body, squeezing your curves possessively. "Want to savor this," he murmured against your collarbone, "take my time with this sweet little body that belongs to me now." His voice was filled with reverence and hunger for you.

And he did indeed take his time...

[selinswonderland]

There was a frantic fussing over Chance and his injuries. It was the least she could do, right? Given he had just saved her from being dragged down the edge of a cliff to her bitter demise. But her urgency faltered, her hands dropping to her side as she saw how relaxed Chance was laying on his back, staring up at the clouds with a smile on his face.

Not a care in the world. Peaceful. Even after such a stressful and dangerous encounter Selin smiled, sighing to release the pent up anxiety from her chest. "Yeah...Ok. We'll give it a minute."

Which, was honestly super helpful. Who would have thought taking a moment to breathe, look up at the bright blue sky and not panic could so effectively calm you down? Selin also felt Chance's presence was a factor in her mind slowly unwinding. He just brought that aura of not giving a fuck that Selin knew she never had in her life. He was easy breezy while she overthought everything.

"You know, I feel like Akhila isn't the type to stock playful bandaids when the normal ones work just fine." She joked in return, trying to stretch out her back and massage her shoulder muscles. She was definitely going to be sore for the next few days after this.

Selin gave Chance an appreciative smile as he handed her a piece of fabric from his shirt to wrap her wounds. She let him playfully chatter on about what kind of shots he might need, watching him with a twinkle of admiration in her eyes over how he could be so cool.

"Chance." She spoke up, delicately placing her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you. For everything. You saved my life, I really can't thank you enough for that."

The slice of a smirk that flashes across his face as Selin flushes and scrambles of him was neatly hidden in her - apparently embarassed - rush to 'uncompromise' the compromising position. By the time she's in a less awkward position, Chance remains flat out on his back, loking up at a bluer than blue sky. A few photoshop perfect fluffy white clouds drifting past. Picture perfect... But this picture was more of a Dali'esque perversion of reality... Or maybe even a Dorian Gray. No matter the backdrop, there was no mistaking the seeping poison in this place...

...He just has to find the fucking source.

But this seems to be becoming something of a habit. Save Zaid's dumbass from drowning. Save Darcy from becoming a jammy splatter. Save Selin from a fateful fall...

Chance the - good guy. (In so far as it continued to serve his own purpose). And why not have a few debts outstanding? A few people owing him a favour or two or... Y'know... Their life...

There's a deep breath - inhaled through his nose and exhaled slowly from his mouth. Selin taking in the bloody mess. In all actuality even though his hand ached like a bastard, things could have been worse... Could have. Probably would have. Probably. Probability. --he knows it was no matter of sheer dumb luck. He DID this. Or at least, he pushed this outcome into the reality they now occupied. Perhaps in some other planar or parallel universe, the outcome was different. Pehaps they would have been torn to shreds by the monkeyballs, or dashed to broken bloody pieces on the rocks below. But not in this one. He'd... Felt it. That punch from his chest, the pull and push on the strands of fate, coaxing, weaving, tugging...

"Just..."

He squints up at Selin - the smile on his face this time one of mild contentment.

"...Enjoy this for a sec. Then we can worry about... Stuff... In a minute. Just, breathe it in. Peace. Quiet. Being alive. No monkeyballs."

He offers a few moments of silence before there's something of a resigned sigh and he puches up to sit and take stock. His hand definitely had a fully formed bite mark - teeth marks quite visible. A few other scrapes and scratches. Probably a few more bruises in the morning (also becoming something of a habit). But he doesn't linger on his own misfortune. Because that's not what Chance 'the good guy' would do. Instead he casts his glance toward Selin, scraped knees, visible scratches here and there, forearms and elbows skinned badly from being scraped across the rocks toward that ever looming edge...

"You think the doc has any hello kitty bandaids in the medicenter?"

A slight lilt as he quips, keeping the situation as light as he can without losing any of the gravitas about what might have occured.

And with absolutely zero shame, he's shrugging out of his shirt, trying to manouvre it in his good hand without getting too mugh blood on it. That he wipes on his pants, before starting to tear off strips from the cloth, handing the cleanest and most presentable ones to Selin.

"Here, wrap those cuts. Don't need 'em getting any kind of crap in there before the doc can take a look at you."

The last lengthy strand he does wrap around his own hand.

"You think I'll need a tetanus? Or a rabies shot? You think Monkeyball Bob there had rabies?"

He's grinning as he speaks. Nonchalance in the present.

"C'mon. Let's get you back to our itty bitty slice of civilisation before any more of those Ball-Bobs show up. If they decide to go for round two, we might not be so - lucky."

[pinofdnp]

family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother <3

[chefkids]

Peace x Sydcarmy

Links 1 2 3 4 5 6

[twoaugustsago]

wow i can't believe someone leaked this real, unedited footage of me and @pacinglikeghosts deciding to cowrite a sydcarmy single dad au

[hemakeshimstrong]

"would it be enough if i could never give you peace?"

the AU inspired by the couple everybody loves to hate: taylor swift & travis kelce. harry's a successful popstar, louis is a popular football player. they connect during the world cup and everything kind of snowballs from there.

[elliehallers]

@xotherwcrldsx Even though this song is about a mother-daughter relationship, I'm thinking about it being Tara's POV when she tells Amy about Josh. 😭 Telling her what a sweet guy Josh is, so she doesn't have to worry about her. 🥹

[disillusionedjudge]

@notyourdumblonde sent: ‘It’s okay. You’re okay.’

"I'm here," Gylfie soothed as she sat beside Luciana - one hand rubbing the singer's back as the other held one of her hands. Her brow was furrowed with worry, her head tilted slightly as she studied her, and she resisted the urge to draw her close. Wanting to give her space if she needed it. She knew well the struggle of nightmares, and... knew some comfort could only cause more harm depending on the severity of them. "It's okay. You're alright, Luci. You are safe with me."

She gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and offered a small smile. Her expression ever so soft despite her concern, and the weariness that lined her eyes. "'Twas only a nightmare. Focus on me and breathe with me, alright? It's okay."

[sheila--e]

it was a small passing comment in the story but when its mentioned Sheila saw her dog get beaten to death when she was a kid and it made her feel like humankind was just like that (+ her sister's murder afterwards cementing that worldview)... augh.

[heartsfirstmoved]

𝚘𝚘𝚌  ¸  closed starter.

ever since that night , there's been a shift in their relationship. they've gotten closer, spending more time together than is strictly necessary but no one has batted an eyelid. alonso is supposed to spend time with her, he's the head of her security team. the blonde moves a loose strand of hair over her shoulder as she wraps her hands around her glass of wine, glancing over at alonso. " last week of tour, you excited to be heading home ? " madeline asks softly , taking a sip from her glass. she wishes that she was more excited for this to be over , but the come down from tour was always hard and it was even harder when she had to do it alone. / @ofginjxints !