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jareaul0ver · 1 year ago

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Talk Too Much

Summary: You never learn when to shut your mouth, so JJ has to shut it for you.

wc: 1.7k warnings: smut (r recieving), fingering, oral, cursing, semi-public sex (in a bathroom where they could easily be caught) pairings: jennifer jareau x fem!reader

It was a boring day at the BAU. There weren't many days that the team wouldn't have any cases, but today happened to be one of them. You needed to find a way to entertain yourself, so you started bugging everyone.

You tried to talk to Spencer, but he was too distracted with the stack of books piled on his desk. Emily was chatting with Penelope about something "top secret". Dave was telling Derek about his famous pasta dishes, which you found incredibly boring, and you knew well enough to not bug Hotch.

That left JJ as your only option to bother, and that you did. You walked over to her office and smiled at her. "Hey, you."

She looked up from her desk filled with paperwork and softly smiled. "Hey, Y/N. You need something?"

You shrugged and walked into her office, sitting yourself down on the chair across the desk from her. "Not necessarily, no." She flashed you a slightly confused look. "Jayje, I'm bored. I'm going to go crazy if I don't talk to someone."

She sighed but her smile grew. "I've got paperwork to do, but if you want to talk, then talk." JJ immediately knew she'd end up regretting this decision, as once you got started, you didn't stop.

However, she loved the way your face lit up when those words left her mouth. You immediately opened your own and started rambling about complete nonsense.

For a while, JJ thought it was adorable. She loved seeing how excited you'd get when you'd remember a detail to add onto the end of one story, then remembering something from another, making you talk about that.

But eventually, that cuteness that she ever so adored faded. She found herself staring right at your lips, wishing she could just grab your face and press her lips against it. She was getting so lost in watching the way your lips moved while you talked, that she didn't even realize you had stopped.

"Jayje?" You questioned, waving your hand gently in front of her face.

Her eyes darted up to meet yours and she blinked a few times. "Hm?"

"Are you even listening anymore?" You teased her, even though you knew for a fact that she wasn't, and she probably was just zoning out to get through the conversation.

She hesitated for a moment before standing up. She walked around her desk and grabbed your arm. She dragged you up from the seat and out of her office. "JJ, what the hell-" She shot you a look, making you immediately shut up.

The two of you ended up in the bathroom. She gently guided you in before stepping in after you and locking the bathroom door behind her.

"Are you gonna say anything to me, or-"

Her hand flew up and covered your mouth. She breathed out. "God, Y/N, you talk way too fucking much." She moved her hand from your mouth, and it wrapped somewhat loosely around your neck.

Without hesitation her lips were pressed feverishly on yours. You were caught off guard, but once you regained your senses you immediately kissed her back.

Pure bliss spread throughout the both of your bodies, but JJ wanted more. Her body was heating up, and all she wanted in this moment was to take you entirely.

She gently squeezed your neck with her hand and a small gasp left your throat. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and groaned the second your tongues swished around each others. Her hand trailed down your body and landed on the side of your abdomen, her other hand mirroring the placement on the other side.

She squeezed your sides and pulled her lips away from yours. Before you could protest, her lips attached to your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath and leaned your head, giving her better access to your skin.

JJ was careful to not leave any marks on your skin, even though she so badly wanted to. Her hands flew up to the top button of your shirt, and she easily unbuttoned it. She pulled back from kissing your neck and looked you in the eyes, asking silently for permission to continue.

You nodded without hesitation and she immediately pressed her lips back against yours. Her fingers found the next button, and then the next, and the one after that. Soon enough your shirt was fully unbuttoned and hanging loosely on your body.

You shivered a bit at the chilly bathroom air brushing over your bare stomach. JJ placed her hands on your hips and squeezed them tightly, eliciting a whimper from your lips.

You quickly felt the heat growing warmer between your legs, and you didn't know how much longer you could go without breaking down and begging JJ to pleasure you.

As if she read your mind, she kissed down your collarbone, all while sliding her hands up your back and to the clasp of your bra. She unclipped it in a swift and easy motion, and peeled both your shirt, and bra off of you.

Your clothes fell to the floor and JJ wasted no time in bringing one hand to knead a breast, while taking the nipple of the other in her mouth. You clasped your hand over your mouth to ensure that no one but the two of you heard the whimpers that escaped your mouth.

You bucked your hips against her, trying to feel the friction you needed, but it wasn't working. You whined quietly. "JJ, please."

JJ pulled back and her hands dropped to the zipper of your pants. "Please, what?" She tilted her head as she undid your zipper painfully slow.

"Please, just fuck me. I promise I'll be a good girl and shut up." You pleaded her. You almost couldn't take her teasing anymore.

JJ chuckled lowly. "Oh, I was planning on it either way." She swiftly made work of your pants and they slipped down your legs and onto the floor. She placed her hands underneath your ass and lifted you up, placing you on the bathroom sink.

Your breath caught in your throat. All that was left as a barrier between the two of you was your panties. JJ placed her hands on your thighs and moved them up towards the waistband of your underwear.

She kept her eyes on yours as she hooked her fingers around it. You assisted her in pulling them off. She looked down at them before discarding your panties to the floor. When she looked back up at you, a small smirk was playing on her lips. "You're soaked, honey. All for me?"

Your lips parted and you nodded dazedly. You watched as JJ slowly got down onto her knees. She placed her hands on the insides of your thighs and spread them apart. She licked her lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

"God." She breathed. "You're so fucking perfect." She kissed the insides of your thighs, and you instinctively tried to close them, but JJ's strong grip kept your legs wide apart. You bit your lip as she got closer to your heat.

She swiped her tongue through your folds and a moan escaped both of your lips. You covered your mouth with your hand. The last thing that you both needed right now was for someone to come knocking at the bathroom door.

JJ found herself utterly entranced by your taste. She didn't hesitate to latch her mouth onto your clit and start sucking. A string of quiet curses fell from your lips. She pulled back and looked at you from below. "You're gonna have to stay quiet for me, honey, can you do that?" You nodded but she shook her head. "Use your words." She demanded softly.

"I- I can stay quiet." You shakily breathed.

"Good girl." She mumbled before attaching her lips right back on your clit. She swirled her tongue around it, noting how you bucked your hips every time she sucked a little harder. She noticed every reaction your body had to her actions, and she relished in it.

She brought a hand up and without warning teased a finger into your entrance. She slowly pumped it while keeping her mouth stuck to your clit. You threw your head back and bit your lips so hard you were convinced you'd draw blood.

She slipped another finger in, and started curling them inside of you. The hand not covering your mouth flew to her hair and you gripped it tightly. JJ moaned against your core, sending shivers through your body.

She kept her movements going for a little longer and you felt yourself nearing release. You whined through your hand as your hips rolled forward against her face and on her fingers. "Jayje, I- I'm close." You said breathlessly.

She quickly inserted a third finger and quickened her pace. She sucked and prodded your clit. You were starting to get louder, so she pulled her mouth away. Before you could protest, she stood up and locked her lips onto yours.

You groaned into her mouth at the taste of yourself. She used her thumb to rub circles on your swollen bud. Your moans and noises were getting caught in JJ's mouth.

She pulled back just enough to whisper, "Come for me, Y/N." She pushed her lips back on yours feverishly, and with a few more pumps and curls of her fingers you came undone.

She slowly helped you come down from your high. Your forehead was pressed against hers and you could feel each other's breath of your faces. She gently pulled her fingers out of you, causing you to whine.

She brought her hand up in between your faces. "Open." She whispers, and you immediately comply. She places her fingers covered in your juices on your tongue and you hum in satisfaction.

She pulls her fingers out and leans in to press a delicate kiss against your lips. "Let's get you dressed, hon." You nod and slide off the sink. You let JJ help you get dressed again.

After you've both fixed your appearance you turn to her with a small smirk. "Maybe I should talk more often, if this is how it'll end up."

#jennifer jareau smut #jj criminal minds x reader #jj criminal minds #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #smut #i had a lot of fun writing this #pls suggest more i beg

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flusteredfools · 1 month ago

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(Summer Daze again- sorry!!!) Was there ever a moment where Sun or Moon genuinely hurt Reader's feelings, or upset them that caused them to back off or avoid the boys for a while? How did Sun and / or Moon react?

First, please don’t be sorry!! I love answering asks and ones for my Fics/Au’s are especially delightful as well as help me flesh more of them out if it’s not something I’ve already focused/touched on so it’s really really nice and helpful!! I’m not sure how close I am to starting the main fic so I’m not too worried about spoiling things that will be in it; though for those who do mind, you might not want to read this if you have good memory and will most likely remember it later in a few months or so XD

(included some rough doodles before I start the next batch of ych prizes XD)

Moon, not so much, but only because conversations were already so few and short between him and the reader; his silence slowly lost its edge as Reader accepted he just is soft spoken and short with his words. So even if/when Moon wanted his silence to bother them, it never hurt too much after the first few times.

Sun, though, made it crystal clear that he didn’t like Reader from the start, and while not quite bullying (as he would NEVER let that happen to anyone under his watch) he certainly tried his very best to make things as difficult for them as possible. And while it did make them feel sad (after all it's not fun to have your new coworkers not like you) they accepted there had to be a reason for his actions and tried to work through it while hoping the two would eventually come around and the three would be friends one day.

That friendship became a bit of a double edge sword though, as once they started to get closer, Sun had started to lash back out and at that point, Reader couldn’t help but take it personally; friends one day but not the next makes for a confusing struggle.

The final wound that broke their hope was an overheard argument Sun was having with Buck (The human counselor from Team Fauna), where Sun (who still couldn’t be honest with himself) shared what he claimed were his true feelings before Moon could stop him as Reader turned the corner to where they were standing.

The immediate hurt that washed over their expression as their eyes filled and overflowed with tears had both bots’ processes stuttering in panic as Reader turned to run away, choosing to hide in the woods to cry their heart out alone. Moon shouted after them but couldn’t get himself to move out of his frozen shock, and Sun was still just as equally frozen; he’s said plenty of borderline mean things but he’s never made you cry before, it was the first time in his whole existence he truly felt such a deep regret over his actions.

Once they manage to get themselves moving, the two try searching for the Reader and despite knowing the trails and forest well enough to map every path without looking, fail to find them. Eventually Reader leaves the woods and quietly stumbles back to the shared cabin at night; only entering once they believed the two bots were charging in their sleep mode to hide under their blankets for some restless sleep.

The next day both celestials were greeted with short and forced pleasantries and awkward smiles that they knew held no real joy. Moon had attempted to smooth things over, to at least help rebuild the foundation of the shared relationship; but it seemed you had resolved yourself into believing none of it. Even though the ‘truth’ shared was only by Sun; Moon wasn’t spared from the cold distance, excuses Reader would make to stay away and keep themselves busy with tasks that didn’t require either co-counselor.

Neither liked it, not after knowing how sweet all the shared moments could be. The hurt Moon had felt only worsened and festered, turning into small fights with Sun over the loss of a wonderful friendship, let alone the loss of a budding love neither would now get to experience. It only took one moment to break everything, and now the two will spend every moment trying to fix it.

#fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fanfic #bearitt rambles #asks #anon ask #summer daze au #bearitt doodles

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pedropascallme · 2 years ago

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Your Toki writing is fantastic! You should write him more! Maybe a smut one shot where he's married and desperate to get his wife pregnant? 👀

Honeymooning

Pairing: Toki Wartooth x f!Reader

Summary: "Toki wanted kids. He wanted them bad."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, slightly dom!Toki (you're welcome), creampie. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Eeeee thank you for the love <3 I love writing Toki content. This prompt had me...excited. To say the least. I thought I'd be able to make this a drabble but it is, in fact, almost 2K words. I'm not sorry!!

You had always pictured a small, intimate wedding ceremony; delicate floral arrangements and lace, a pianist to play you down the aisle, a handful of your closest friends to help you prepare for the event of a lifetime. It was your dream to get married, to find the person you were destined to be with and have a lavish but appropriate ceremony to honor the love you had found in each other.

Any semblance of traditionalist thought you had put into your dream wedding went out the window when Toki proposed to you. Immediately, the two of you decided to go all out. While there were some things at the wedding recognizable from your childhood fantasies—your loved ones there to support you, your dress lacy and with a long train, the flowers just the color you had wanted—it was something entirely new, and much more fitting for who you were now as an adult. There had been something kind of funny about seeing the rest of the band act so dapper; they promised to behave for a whole 24 hours to ensure that the wedding went off without a hitch. Nathan had even worn his glasses in order to watch the vows closely from his spot at Toki’s side, and Skwisgaar didn’t throw in any veiled insults in his best man speech. And the whole time, Toki was squeezing your hand, eyes glued to you in admiration and disbelief that he finally had everything he wanted.

Almost everything.

Having had a more than tumultuous childhood and a lack of parental support, Toki had often considered what he would’ve done had he been in his parents’ shoes. The answer was never one laced with vengeance, rather he dreamt of caring for someone small and providing for them in the way he had always dreamed to be looked after. Toki wanted kids. He wanted them bad.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t known this; there had been conversations between the two of you for God only knows how long about what you wanted your future together to be like, and it always included starting a family. You knew financially you would be fine, but both of you felt it would be best to wait until you were married to really start trying.

And your honeymoon did take place after you were married.

Toki all but threw you onto the sprawling mattress. Maybe after having traveled the world so much with the entirety of Dethklok, Italy wasn’t so much a destination vacation as it was a week away in a familiar location, but you couldn’t deny the beauty that surrounded you—especially the beauty that was your now-husband as you watched him lift up and discard his shirt, tossing it into a corner and revealing his toned torso. You picked yourself up from off your back, crawling forward on the mattress to splay your hands over his stomach.

“This what you were thinking about during our vows?” You kissed down past his belly button and over his thin happy trail.

“Maybes,” he sighed, “but only halfs as much as I thoughts abouts how much I loves you.” You stopped just above the button of his pants to give him a kiss before leaning back to undo his fly. He pulled your hands away and grappled with you until you both fell back on the mattress in a heap of giggles.

“I’m trying to be sexy!”

“You can’ts gives a blow jobs now! It ams our first times as a married couples!” He buried his face into your neck, giving you small kisses that slowly turned more sensual as he began to suck on your skin. His hand made its way past the waistband of your panties—the rest of your clothes long forgotten somewhere near the front door—and he toyed with your clit. “Wants to loves you like this,” he whispered into your neck between opened mouth kisses, “wants to makes you feels good. Puts a baby in you.” You gasped at the combination of his words and the way he felt rubbing against your needy, swollen bud.

“Mhm,” you moaned, arching your back to allow two of his fingers to enter you smoothly, “want—wanna see how pretty I lo-ok, full of your cum?” Your question came out breathy, not at all in the teasing tone you had intended, but you couldn’t care less as Toki’s fingers eased in and out of you.

“Yeah,” Toki moaned, and you moved your hand to squeeze the hard length growing in his jeans. He tilted his head back at the sudden attention he was receiving before his mouth dropped open at your ministrations. “Wants you dripping.” You gave him another squeeze before you felt your legs shaking, thighs clenching together around his hand as his fingers ruthlessly played with the spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Mouth open, you intended to thank him, but there was no time before he attached his lips to yours and started peeling off the remainder of your clothing. He looked at you, curled up on the bed below him as he stripped off his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock and moving to cover you in kisses once more.

“How do you wants it?” He teased, his cock brushing over you. “How do you wants me to fills you up?”

“However you want.” You were giddy in anticipation, opening your legs to him before he had even decided how he wanted to fuck you. He took it as an opportunity, settling himself between your legs and letting his cock rest just above where you needed him. You felt his precum staining your stomach and it made you feel a lightheaded rush of excitement and arousal.

“My wife,” he took himself in his hand, rubbing his tip against your dripping hole, “so prettys.” He pushed into you all the way, the entirety of his cock stretching you out delightfully and making you scream out for him. “Feels good?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a mocking observation at the way your face contorted with each long, hard thrust.

You gave a string of gibberish in response, moaning each time you felt him slip out just enough to feel close to empty before he rammed back into you. “Fuck, Toki, fu-ck!” You were on the precipice of another orgasm, but he pulled out of you and turned you over, giving your ass a sharp smack as you moaned in disappointment and need.

“Be patients,” he spanked you again, sliding his cock over the curve of your ass, “you’ll gets whats you wants.”

“Need it, Toki!” You felt pathetic, lifting your ass up and wiggling in an attempt to sway him to fill you up again. “Need it…” It was a good thing Toki liked seeing you pathetic; your begging was cut short by his hands spreading you open for him as he pushed himself back into you, drawing a moan from you both before he began an unrelenting pace. He pulled your hair into a messy, makeshift ponytail, pulling you up closer to him and making your back curve to give him more leverage to fill your greedy cunt. “There!” You were close to tears, the overwhelming pleasure your husband provided coursing through your veins, “R-ight there, Toki! Please!” You collapsed onto your arms and face as the force of his thrusts became almost too much to handle; you felt your body move forward with every snap of his hips and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Rights there?” He teased, giving you a particularly deep thrust and keeping himself sheathed inside of you while you squirmed underneath him, helpless and loving it. You responded with a muffled “yes,” before he began to move again, slower now but just as deep. “Whats do you wants?” He was trying to ward off his own climax by slowing himself down and goading you into begging for more.

“Wan-want to…” You felt your eyes roll back when he began to rub your clit slowly in time with his thrusts.

“Whats?” He demanded.

“Wa-need you to-please Toki, I need it.” The tears you had been attempting to hold back now spilled over your eyes and onto the sheets below you.

“Speak clearlys.” If you hadn’t been so distracted, maybe you would’ve pointed out the irony of his sentence, but you were too far gone and did as instructed.

With all your focus, you mustered the proper words to get what you were so desperate for: “Please To-ki, want you to cum in me,” he pushed himself in further and you cried out, burying your face into the blanket you were clutching. “Please! Please, fill me up—fuck!—fill my pussy up so deep. Wanna have your—have your fucking kids.” You choked on your words as he sped up, throwing you back onto his cock as he brought you both toward your highs.

“Fills you up so goods.” You heard him groaning. He pulled you back by your hair and wrapped an arm around your waist. Now gripping you tightly against him, he used his other hand to grab your face, kissing you and whispering to you. “Gonna takes it? Gonna say thanks yous?”

“Yes! Please, yes!” You repeated the same two words over and over, and with a long, deep thrust into you, you felt yourself go limp in Toki’s arms. Had it not been for his grip around you, you surely would have fallen flat onto the mattress. Toki continued to fuck you through your orgasm as it tore through you; you felt heavy and light simultaneously, seeing black and white shine through both eyes while you chanted his name. At last, panting and sweaty, you uttered a weak, “please, Toki,” and he gave you what you both craved. You felt his hips stutter against your ass as he came, painting your insides with his cum. You felt warm and tired, but now with a regained pleasure coursing through you. Eyes closed, you felt yourself move and realized Toki had maneuvered you to lie down, still buried inside you. You could feel the stickiness leaking out around his cock and onto your thighs, and his chest heaving into your back.

Slowly, you eased him out of your now sensitive, sticky hole and turned to face him. He was smiling wide, tongue between his teeth. He kissed you passionately, deeply, before his hand wandered down to your pussy and began pushing what had leaked out of you back inside. You gasped, grabbing at his forearm while he playful nipped at you. Pulling his fingers out of you, he stuck them in his mouth to suck off any remnants and then curled up around you, kissing your shoulders, face, neck, and anywhere else he could reach in the position you found yourselves in.

“I loves you.” Toki whispered, kissing your forehead. “My wife, pretty ladys, I loves you. So perfects. Going to be a greats moms.” He kissed the top of your ear, then your cheek, and then finally he gave you a kiss on the lips.

“Do you think it worked?” You smiled, soaking in the adoration of his words.

“Maybes,” he pushed his hair out of his face, propping himself up next to you on his elbow, “but maybes we should try one more times. Or two.”

You pulled him back down again.

#toki wartooth #toki wartooth smut #toki metalocalypse #toki x reader #toki wartooth x reader #toki x you #toki wartooth x you #metalocalypse smut #metalocalypse fanfic #metalocalypse #hehe send me asks

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anonymous-rendezvous · 1 year ago

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Redamancy

💛 Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, spicy 🔞

✦ — Word count: 5.8k+ | Ao3

redamancy | pronunciation - ‘red-a-“man-sE(n.) the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full. — After a night out with friends, Luca can’t stop thinking about his relationship with you. You are his world and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. But he can’t help but wonder, would you want to take your relationship a step further?

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“Wait–wait,” Mysta’s eyes blink repeatedly, eyes hazy with alcohol. “Wait. You’re telling me the two of you have been together almost a year and haven’t had sex yet?” From across the table, the mafia boss's hands twitch, eyes locked anywhere but on his friends.

“Mysta.” Ike immediately chastises the detective, shooting him a disapproving look.

Said brunette nearly yells back, “What!? I’m just surprised! Yeah, they’ve been in a relationship for a year, but he’s had feelings for them long before that. Hell, he’s known them longer than most of us have!” Blue eyes lock back onto the large blonde. “To be clear, I’m not like judging or anything. Just curious. Have you ever asked or talked about it?”

The novelist shakes his head, sighing at the direction this conversation has taken. “There’s always the chance they’re on the ace spectrum, Mysta. You can’t just assume these things.” He raises his drink to his lips. “Or it could just be something neither of them is interested in. Not everyone is interested in sex.”

When Luca finally raises his eyes from the table, ears all red, he finds Shu silently watching him. “We can change the subject if you don’t want to talk about it.” He sends the sorcerer an awkward smile, raising both hands as he starts to speak.

“No, no! It’s, uh it’s fine! We’ve just…” His eyes dart back down to the table again, his face no doubt red as his flush refuses to go away. “We’ve never really talked about it. And I didn’t–.....” Luca paused as he reflected on of his next words. “I didn’t want to seem disrespectful, ya’know? So I figured if they ever wanted to discuss it, we would.”

The Brit across the table scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Oh please, you’re incapable of being disrespectful Luca.” He raises a hand to point a gloved finger at the blonde, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Himbo.”

“What!... I’m not a himbo!” Luca immediately denies. “I’m mean and evil! A big scary mafia boss! I'm not a himbo...” He pouts, eyes looking off to the side as his last statement trails off.

“I mean… you do check off all the credentials though…” Shu smirked into his glass, trying his best not to choke on a laugh as the blonde’s head turned quickly in his direction, shooting him a betrayed look. “Just saying!” Ike shakes his head with a laugh. Taking pity on his friend, decides to move the topic to the new series he was reading, making the aforementioned mafia boss extremely grateful as the topic finally shifts away from his sex life. Or rather lack, therefore of. Relaxing back into the faux leather of the booth seat, he cradles his drink between his hands, crossing one leg over the other as his eyes trail around the bar.

They had rented the place out for the evening so that they could relax and share a few drinks without having to worry about being recognized. No matter how casually they dressed, it was hard to miss the mystical creatures that the majority of girls were; being so easily recognizable and all. Currently, those same girls were scattered in groups around the bar. Some were tucked away in booths, while the majority were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Luca can’t help but giggle as he watches Uki quite literally drag Fulgur and Sonny to join the girls dancing; both looking extremely awkward as they’re pulled along. Lilac eyes continue their trek across the room before finally, they come to a stop on you.

He watched as you stood with Vox in front of the sound system, arguing over music choices. “No. Nonono, Vox, you don’t understand–”

“I don’t understand!? You can't simply play ‘Party Rock Anthem’ this late into the night! We either all have to be completely sober or shit-faced to enjoy that song in its entirety!” The voice demon argues.

“And yet you wanna play a song by ‘Queen’? The perfect karaoke band? How is that any different!?”

Before Vox could speak another word, Nina appeared beside the duo. “Alright babies, since I've already collected the next round by myself and you still haven’t decided on a song, it’s mommy’s choice.”

Luca can’t help but laugh as the two of you comedically groan in unison, “But Moooom!”

“Sorry honeys~”

The pair retrieve the trays from the ex-goddess before shuffling their way back to the tables. Once you set your tray down, your hand affectionately reaches up to squeeze your boyfriend's arm. "Doing okay, love?" You wondered aloud, thumb running soothing circles over the fabric of his dress shirt. It's such a simple action, yet every time you do it his heart still skips a beat. He reaches up, clasping his hand over yours before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He gives a soft 'mh-hmm' drawing your hand closer before pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

His eyes flicker up to you, "How 'bout you? You okay? Hmm?" Your expression softens further, nodding your head with a smile. A disgruntled groan draws both of your attention back to the rest of the group.

"Wow, thanks for reminding the rest of us how painfully single we are." Mysta pouts as he slumps over the table, the only one that actually looks bothered by that fact. The sound of your laughter fills the air, causing an immediate grin to tug at the blonde's lips.

"Awww don't worry Mysta! You'll find the perfect person, eventually; you're an absolute catch after all, despite what you think." You finish with a wink in his direction, which causes the detective to jokingly sob before facing Luca.

"Dammit, man! Why’d you have to steal them away first? Unfair."

Luca can't help but smirk as he leans further back into the booth. "Of course, I had to steal them away. I'm the mean and evil Mafia boss, remember? But…" Lavender eyes trailed up to lock on yours, a flush creeping over his cheeks as he pulled your still-clasped hand back to his lips. “...they stole my heart first. So it's only fair that I pay them back by stealing theirs." Mysta groans again causing Shu and Ike to laugh, the sorcerer patting the detective's back while Nina and Vox coo at the two of you.

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A couple of hours later, the pair of you stumble through the door of your shared home, hand distractedly waving the Lucub that was your Uber, goodbye. Your hand skims the wall in search of the switch as you try to catch your breath, laughter continuing to shake through you; struggling but being able to close the door with your other hand. Your boyfriend was in no better state.

"Can–can you believe it? I didn't think he would actually climb up and dance on the table!" Luca laughed, clutching at his sides.

"You literally told him he didn't have the balls to do it! You have got to stop being such an enabler!" Wheezing, you place a hand on your chest and try to slow your breathing. The blonde only laughed harder. "We're so lucky we'd rented the place out, we absolutely would have gotten kicked out!" After briefly catching your breath, you use your feet to fumble with your shoes but let out a startled sound when you're suddenly swept up in muscular arms. "Ah–Luca!"

Said man continued to laugh as he pulled you into the living room and out of the entryway, beginning to dance you around the furniture; humming a tune of his own. You struggled to keep up with his sudden movements, but not once did you attempt to stop the impromptu dance. His exaggerated movements eventually slowed before he pulls you closer to him, watching as the smile never left your face. He wraps an arm around your waist to draw you flush to his chest, the other clasping one of your hands in his. Your free hand slides up along his shoulder before resting at the nape of his neck. His face and ears are warm as he feels your fingers play with his hair softly.

Luca continues to dance you around the room slowly before lowering you in a dip. The way you ease your body into it, trusting him fully not to drop you, sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach. For a moment he feels like he’s in a dream – the way moonlight peaks through the window, bathing your skin in a soft glow. Or maybe, he half thinks, it’s just the residuals of all the drinks he’s had. Yet he just can’t help the way he stares down at you, holding you suspended in that pose; this kind of feeling can’t only be explained away with alcohol. Only he gets to see you like this – completely comfortable in his arms. You are his, and his alone, and he couldn’t be happier with that thought.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting his awed gaze. The enormous smile that’s been on you since he began this impromptu waltz grows gentle as you take in his expression hovering over you. That fluttering feeling intensifies as he watches the sheer open affection dance in your eyes, and he’s speaking before his brain can even properly process – his tone full of nothing but admiration, “You look amazing.”

Laughing with a hint of shyness, you parrot back at him, “You look amazing.” Your expression grows cheeky as you grip him tighter.

He lets out a little flustered laugh as he shakes his head. “No, really. You look amazing.”

His tone is so serious it catches you off guard, eyes widening for a split second before you pat his chest, letting out a small chuckle. “Okay, we’re both still tipsy.” You pull yourself up while gripping his shoulder; trying to stand up as you regain your footing. Luca quickly realizes and helps with a supporting hand on your back. Though once you’re standing properly, he gets a better look at your face – a chance to see how flustered you are by his words before you duck away, head downcast to hide your sudden rush of shyness.

“Maybe, but–” he slides his hand down your back, pulling you closer by your waist to be against him– “you really are so pretty.” His free hand reaches up to grasp your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his eyes. There’s definitely alcohol still coursing through his system. He was rarely this bold without some of it in him. As his thumb brushes against your lower lip, his voice gets softer and deeper the longer he continues to speak. “So damn gorgeous...” He leans into you, your noses brushing as his lips ghost over yours; eyes remaining locked. “And you're mine.” His words have weight to them, and it doesn't take long for him to depict it, lips feverishly pressing against yours.

You’re barely able to let out even a sound as his lips mold to yours. Every time your lips part to catch your breath, the more his lips seem to seek yours out. Luca’s chasing yours with something toeing the line of desperation and need. Strong hands clutching at you in such a way that you knew could leave bruises if he so wished, yet his strength was something he was acutely aware of – even with his alcohol-addled mind.

His tongue brushes against your lips and there's not a second wasted before you open your mouth to him, allowing your tongues to brush against each other. You can still taste the drinks on his breath as your hands trail to tangle themselves in golden strands. Pulling out the golden clip, you can't help the content sigh, leaving you at the feeling of his soft hair falling against your fingers. Luca’s own hands began shifting, his hands sliding over your form; slipping their way under your shirt to grasp at your bare skin. The cold leather of his gloves causing you to shiver, his hold on you growing tighter. Yet you suddenly realize where the two of you have been heading, when the hand you have in his hair tugs, and a moan slips from his lips.

You attempt to pull away. However, Luca chases after your lips. “Wai–” You can’t help the noise that leaves you as Luca’s hands grope at your hips, attempting to pull you further against him. Your hands fall from his hair down to his shoulders and attempt to nudge him back. And although he makes another attempt to recapture your lips, he allows you the distance. Breathless from his kisses, you finally say, “Luca wait…” You have a feeling he’s not even aware of the whine he lets out as he finally allows you to take a full step back, his grip loosening but never fully retracting from you. “We’re still tipsy we shouldn’t–I don’t want–” You let out a frustrated breath, head foggy from both the alcohol still in your system and the intense make out you just had. “I don’t want to be tipsy the first time we’re together like that.”

Lavender eyes go from half-lidded to wide-eyed, blinking owlishly at you as the words sink in. You watch as his face shifts from surprise to an emotion you can’t quite depict, before finally settling on serious. With the firm nod he gives, you’d almost believe he was sober if you hadn't seen him down a few glasses at the bar with your own eyes; not including what you could taste on his lips. He tugs at the hem of your shirt lightly, silently asking if you’d move closer. Taking a step forward into his space, he leans in to press another kiss to your lips – much softer than the ones you shared seconds prior. This time, he doesn’t chase after you when you pull away, his eyes looking at you apologetically.

His flush deepens as you chuckle, lips brushing against his cheek before stepping back once more, lightly patting his chest. “Okay, we should drink some water, maybe get some food in us too.” One of your hands raises to tug the collar of your shirt away from your body; almost having to peel it off your skin with how warm your body has gotten. “Definitely take a shower. I’m so sweaty after all the dancing tonight.” You say with a light laugh.

Luca smiles lazily as he watches you make your way to the kitchen. His head still feels like it’s buzzing; mind racing as he thinks about how your body felt in his hands. As he idles there, still in the middle of the room, his thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the boys. He can’t help the way he shifts in place, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. The conversation wouldn’t be as hard or awkward to broach as he initially thought it could be; the previous minutes playing through his head. Luca’s eyes follow you as you amble back into the room and pass him a water bottle. A quick ‘Thank you.’ escapes his lips before he uncaps it, downing about half of it immediately. There are simultaneous ‘Ah's’ as you both finish drinking, causing the two of you to laugh.

Meeting his eyes, you tilt your head toward the staircase, eyes going between it and him. “Do you want to use the shower first? As sweaty as I feel, I don’t mind waiting.”

The mafia boss tipped his head in contemplation. His eyes mimicked yours by looking back towards the stairs before meeting yours again, mouth opening before closing in hesitation. He takes another gulp of his water before nervously stuttering out, “We–we could both take one, ya’know. Together. Bathe together, I mean.” You're not even given a second to respond before he seems to start backpedaling, shaking his head aggressively. “We don’t have to! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable! You can just take one fir–” His jaw shuts with an almost audible click as your hand rests lightly on his forearm.

“I wouldn’t mind, Luca.” You soothe, looking at him with adoring fondness. “Are you sure you’d be okay with that? I know we typically change in the same room together but…” Your sentence trails off, but he understands what you mean, anyway. He shifts his arm, positioning it so he can clasp your hand.

“I am,” He says with a firm nod, “I want to. I–you know–” He swallows as his voice starts to shake from embarrassment, pausing to collect his words. “I like taking care of you; want to care for you in that way, too.”

Now you can feel yourself growing flustered as well. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head. “Okay.” The smile you receive could rival the sun’s warmth. He pulls your hand that’s still clasped in his up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before the pair of you part ways. Luca heads up to prepare the bath, while you grab extra water bottles, making the mental note to grab clean clothes to sleep in.

You can hear the water running as you walk up to your shared bedroom, the door to your bathroom wide open. Setting the bottles on the dresser, you start digging out some comfortable night clothes for the pair of you before joining him in the adjoined bathroom. Luca already has towels set aside for both of you, along with lighting one of your essential oil candles, filling the room with the smell of eucalyptus and tea. He was currently kneeling beside the large tub, one glove removed, as his bare hand dipped into the water to test its warmth. You’ve noticed he tied his hair back, likely not wanting to get it wet before bed; remembering he took a shower before you left to meet with your friends. Setting the clothes on the counter as the blonde finally turns the faucet off and stands. Though he must have not heard you enter the room, as he nearly jumps when he turns to find you behind him. A tell of how lost in thought he is considering how acutely aware of his surroundings he normal is.

“Oh, hi–umm…” You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of Luca. His hands fidget with the glove he’s still wearing before taking it off. His nervous eyes can only look at you for a few seconds before letting them settle back on the tub. He's out of his element here – unintentionally causing a standstill between the two of you. The awkward seconds you both are just standing there become increasingly long in his head as he tries to think of a way to break it. Should he just start undressing? Should he help you undress? He doesn’t get very far into the thought process before you approach him, hands gripping lightly on his blazer, deciding for him.

“Need some help there, big guy?” He can practically feel his mind stop working, letting out a flustered noise.

“I–” He pauses, letting his brain process before continuing. “Yes? But shouldn’t I–”

Your hands help ease the white blazer off of his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms before turning and laying it nicely over the counter. When you turn to face him again, his lips are parted in surprise, brain trying to catch up with your actions. “Luca, you already do so much for me. Let me do this for you. Okay, hun?” He’s clearly still flustered, but nods his head in agreement, letting out a shaky breath as your fingers find the top button of his dress shirt. You refrain from making any comment, not wanting to cause your boyfriend to go on a tangent, but you can’t help but admire his pecs as they’re slowly exposed to you. Eyes tracing the lines of the tattoo you’ve seen a hundred times. Once it’s fully unbuttoned, Luca gives a small roll of his shoulders, helping the silky fabric slip down his arms. Before you can catch it, as it slips down to the floor, the blonde's hands move forward, lightly tugging at the bottom of your shirt. Without any preamble, you raise your arms to allow him to pull the fabric off of you.

The Mafia boss can’t help the way his eyes immediately trail down to your chest before coming to a stop at your hips. His hands subconsciously reach out and brush the tips of his fingers along them and he can feel the way your body shivers at the almost ticklish sensation before pulling his hands back as he realizes what he was doing. He’s so unsure of how to proceed, not used to being this intimate with someone. Yes, this is far from the first time he’s seen you in some state of undress. Except this was the first time he’s ever helped undress you. This is one of the very few situations where you are more experienced, Luca never having gotten this far in a relationship before. Hell, this is his first proper relationship. Though he didn't have the time to casually look for lovers when it came to his line of work. He's thankful because you even accept him for who he is, and what he does.

He’s jolted back to the present once more when he feels your fingers tug at the belt on his pants. “Can I take these off too, darling?” Luca lets out a heavy breath, not realizing he had been holding it.

“Yeah. Can I also–” He brings his hands up to thumb at the button of your pants. Giving your consent, you both undo the other pants. Once they were as far as you each could take them, you both stepped back to finish removing them until the two of you were left standing in your underwear. To speed this part up, you both removed them yourselves; placing them in the clothes hamper to clean later.

Once those were set aside, Luca offered his hand to help you inside the tub. Smiling, you thank him as you step in. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you sink into the warm water. Making yourself comfortable against the back of the tub, you reach your arms out – gesturing for Luca to join you in the tub. You can practically see the gears start turning inside his head, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ as he connects the dots. There’s a stutter to his movements. However, you can tell it’s from embarrassment rather than hesitation. He joins you in the bath, eyes so focused on the water it almost makes you laugh. Luca sinks into the water and makes himself comfortable between your bent knees; facing you.

One of your hands rests on his upper arm as you ask, “Is it okay for me to wash you?” The tips of his ears are still a bright red as he gives a quick nod of approval. Picking up the small cup you keep here for baths, you fill it before pouring the cup over his shoulders. You can’t help but watch the way the water rolls over his skin, eyes tracing over his chest and tattoos. Once his skin is damp enough, you reach over to grab his body wash before pausing as an idea strikes you. “Luca, could you turn around for me? I think it’d be easier to start with your back.”

“Oh, uh, okay like–” He does his best to turn around without sloshing the water too much, making sure as well to not bump into you. Once his back is to you, he looks over his shoulder at you and asks, “Like this?”

“Mhm, perfect thank you.” Finally picking up the body wash, you pour a bit of it onto your hand. After you place the bottle aside, you lather the soap between your hands before reaching up to massage it into his shoulders. He grows a bit tense instinctively before relaxing into your touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. Working the soap into his skin, you ease the knots out of his shoulders. By the time you reach his lower back just above the water, he's completely relaxed under your touch. You rinse him off before placing your hands lightly on his shoulders, leaning your head forward to speak. “Lean against me, please?”

He looks at you again, a small crease between his brows. “Like against you?” When you nod, he continues. “But won’t I be too heavy?”

“No, it’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, I like it when you're against me.” Your hands gently urge him to lean back against you, rubbing small circles into his shoulders. It takes a moment before his toned back is resting flush against your chest. The warmth of his skin causing you to smile. Luca swallows, still red in the face, and if anything it grows darker. He can feel the way your heart beats against his back and it makes his own feel like it skips a beat. Not to mention the feel of your bare chest against him makes him glad that you couldn’t see his face, knowing there's no way you wouldn’t tease him relentlessly for it.

You pick up the body wash again, soaping up your hands before slowly bringing them to hover over his stomach. His breath hitches even as you just barely brush him before they fully settle against his warm skin; spread fingers dangerously close to his pelvis. When he doesn’t pull away, you allow your hands to start rubbing the soap into his skin. Your fingers edge towards his elevated thighs, swiping lightly over the place where his hips meet said skin. The effect it has on the blonde is instantaneous; letting out a shuddered breath before dropping his head back on your shoulder. His breath fans against the side of your face in quick pants as your hands massage down his thighs, digging your fingers into any soft skin they can reach. Turning your head allows you to press soft kisses against the side of his face; watching him sink into your soft touch.

Luca felt like he was melting, eyes becoming half-lidded as he relished in your touch. Between the warmth of the water, your chest pressed against his back, your mouth– your hands– you. All of you. He couldn’t help but crave more. One of his hands grasps your wrist lightly, resting there as his other hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, turning his so he can meet your lips. Feeling your smile grow against his mouth makes him kiss you deeper, hand moving to the back of your head as he takes in your lips. Luca could kiss you for hours, the taste of your lips intoxicating to him. He wanted to be engulfed in the feeling completely, drinking in the entirety of you, and only you. Of course, he’d be too embarrassed to ever tell you this to your face.

The water shifts as he turns his body towards you, the blonde’s heavy breaths fanning against your lips every time you separate from each other's mouths. He fully sits up, causing you to tilt your head up as he towers over you, your back remaining relaxed against the tub. When his kisses start to grow feverish once more, you break away with a light laugh, pressing your free hand to his chest and pulling back enough to look him in the eyes; voice hushed as you speak.

“Luca, I haven’t even finished washing you yet. Come on big guy,” Your smile widens at the quiet whine he lets out, watching him pout.

“Can I help you?” When your head tilts in question, he clarifies, “Wash you? I want to wash you too.”

“Sure let me–” Your words are cut off as Luca’s large hands grab your waist, lifting you out of the water enough to switch places with you. He settles back against the tub before setting you in his lap, facing him. You shake your head with a fond laugh. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I know, sorry, but,” He blinks, pausing to think for a moment. “This way you can finish washing me while I wash you, yeah?” His hands shift from your waist to rest lightly on the top of your thighs. “What do you think? Hmm?”

Instead of responding, you pick up the cup once more; filling it before tipping it over his chest. He takes the cup from you once you're done with it and repeats the process with you. Pouring more soap into your hands, you pass him that bottle as well before finally bringing your hands to his pecs. Although he knew it was coming, a gasp still left his lips as your hands cupped his chest. Part of yourself is slightly jealous of how soft and large his chest is – though that thought is all but overwhelmed by the content feeling of knowing that this man was yours. Your fingers dig more into the muscle, practically groping him at this point, drawing out a huff mixed with both exasperation and shyness from the blonde that's your in the midst of feeling up. “They’re not that big,” He grumbles.

“They totally are.” You snicker. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off by swooping in for another kiss. It’s nothing more than a peck, yet you begin trailing these light kisses from his lips to his cheek, his chin, down his throat, before finally coming to a stop over his fast-beating heart. “I’m not complaining, though. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How damn attractive you are, physically and otherwise?” He gasps as your kiss turns into a nip, leaving a pink mark over the place where his heart rests. “I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

He’s unsure how to respond to your words immediately, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. Biting his lip, he tries his best to return to his initial task; pouring some of the body wash into his hand before setting it aside and bringing his hands to your waist. They hesitate there for a moment before he starts to massage the soap into your skin. He flinches slightly when you cup the side of his face with one of your hands, your thumb forcing his teeth to release his now-swollen lip. His hands tighten their hold on your waist and the resulting groan that falls from your lips stokes the heat twisting in his stomach.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words are out of his mouth before he can even think. Leaning into you, he buries his face in your neck, brushing his nose back and forth against your collarbone. “So damn gorgeous.” Leaving a trail of kisses, he makes his way to your shoulder. “So gorgeous.” He mutters again. His hands slip further down, gripping the plush of your thighs. Luca feels your hand trail to the back of his neck, playing with the few short strands that have slipped from his ponytail. “You're so sweet to me. Sometimes I really don’t know what’d I do if I didn’t have you. And even if I get embarrassed and don’t have the words to give back to you, you always know how to read me like a book…” He brushes his nose against your skin once more before pulling back to look into your eyes, his gaze glimmering with nothing but pure affection. “I love you…. so, so much.”

Leaning your forehead against his, you smile warmly, returning his gaze with just as much vigor. “I love you too.”

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The two of you stay in the bath until the water starts to turn cold, wanting to get properly cleaned but also not wanting this new experience to end. After giving yourselves a proper wash, you both drain the water, reluctantly get out and dry off. Pulling on your sleep clothes, the pair of you fall into bed together, getting comfy under your big blanket. Luca takes up his usual position; lying partially on his side with you tucked into his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist while he runs the fingertips of his other hand along your back. One of your arms is tucked under your head while your free hand plays with the now loose strands of his hair.

“Would you really want to?” He suddenly asks; voice lowered into a whisper, believing if he spoke any louder, you'd somehow be overheard. You hum in question, giving him the sign to continue, “Y’know, want to be–” he stops for a moment, before looking down at you. “Do you want to be intimate with me?”

You're silent for a moment, searching his eyes. He looks utterly serious about his question and, after a moment, as you throw his own words back at him, “Do you?”

“Y–yeah?” His immediate response is hesitant before responding again, firmer this time. “Yes.” He lets out a shuddering breath, focusing on the feel of his hand trailing over your back. “I’ve thought about it for a while, but I know I’m pretty inexperienced. I–” his eyes dart away from you as his expression grows hesitant. “I know it’s dumb since we’ve never really talked about it, but part of me was worried that it would…” His voice trails off, leaving his sentence unfinished. You, however, could pick up what he couldn’t say.

A frown tugs at your lips, wanting nothing more than to shoo those thoughts away. “Luca, please look at me.” His lips purse for a second before he meets your gaze. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss against his lips. He returns it, sighing contentedly as the tension melts from him. He’s much calmer when you pull back. “I don't need sex to have or want to be with you, hun.” You press another kiss to his lips. “I didn’t fall in love with you with the thought that I’d eventually get sex out of you. That would have just been a bonus. If you had even wanted that, of course.” You say with an easy shrug.

He swallows, before nodding, a small smile finally returning to his face. There’s a quiet moment before he whispers once more, “I’ve never done it before.”

“And that’s alright.” You acknowledge as your hand brushes his bangs back. “That’s why I don’t want to rush into any of this. Or be potentially inebriated.” Snuggling deeper into his chest, you rest your ear against his heart. The consistent thump of his heartbeat is the perfect song to lure you into sleep. “We can talk more about it tomorrow, okay? I’ll answer questions you have.” He agrees with a short hum, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you, Luca.”

“I love you too.” He buries his face deeper into your hair. “More than anything.”

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maraschinomerry · 2 years ago

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Matching Mates part 2

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader, Locklyle

Summary: you and George finally have a first date at the Fittes ball, and it turns out people are more invested in your relationship than you expected.

Content: fluff, anxiety in a crowd, wholesome misunderstanding, fake marriage, first "I love you"

A/N: part 1 here - original request by @toothcereal, part 2 requested by @neewtmas and @poisonquinzell ❤️

Word count: 2.5k

The taxi ride to Fittes was agony. You were nervous enough as it was, having never been to such a large and prestigious event before so not being used to the feel of formalwear. Even the reassuring presence of George beside you, hand in yours to comfort both you and himself (he wasn't keen on the social aspect of this either), wasn't enough to stop your knee from bouncing a mile a minute. Then, of course, there were the two sharklike grins gleaming at you from Lockwood and Lucy in the seats opposite. They'd given up trying to suppress them a few minutes into the journey, and you weren't sure whether you preferred them over the affectionately smug conversation they'd been having without speaking a single word. Honestly, their ability to read each other from facial expressions and body language alone would have been admirable had you not been on the receiving end.

After what felt like an eternity, the cab pulled up. George immediately offered you a hand to help you climb down. Ahead was a queue of guests, all incredibly close and affectionate. Shakily, you linked your arm through George's in the same way Lucy's was through Lockwood's. Together, you all reached the front of the line, where a stern man in a black suit was checking the guest list.

"Lockwood & Co." Lockwood stated.

The man scrutinised the list. "No plus ones?"

"No," Lucy chipped in eagerly. "We're all dating. Not all dating, I mean, two couples."

"Welcome, lovebirds. Enjoy the ball." You wondered absently how Fittes had managed to make such a deadpan person the face of such a romantic event. And then you were inside.

This was by far the most people you'd seen in one place since moving to London. Trailing down the staircases, clustered round the bar, mingling in the open spaces between, were hundreds of couples, all forming their own distinctive pockets within the crowd with their matching outfits. You hesitated on the threshold, slipping from George's arm as he continued forward. The second he realised, though, he turned back and placed a tender hand at your elbow.

"We don't have to do this, (name). Not if you don't want to."

You took a deep breath, distracting yourself from the hubbub by adjusting his tie. "It's okay. This is a big opportunity for the agency." Your hand smoothed down his tie, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath your fingertips. "Plus, it's kind of exciting that this is our first date."

George perked up instantly, almost like he'd forgotten the date was real and not just a ploy for one of Lockwood's harebrained schemes. Seeing him so excited was adorable, and knowing that you were the cause gave you butterflies. He looked into your eyes, silently making sure you were ready, before guiding you into the crowd with his hand still on your elbow.

—

"See you two are finally official," a familiar voice drifted over your shoulder as you took your drink from the bar. You and George turned in unison to see Quill Kipps with a raised eyebrow and a friendly smirk. Ever the Fittes agent, his grey uniform had been exchanged for a grey tuxedo. The pretty blonde girl beside him wore a sleek grey dress with a slit right up to her thigh.

"What do you mean, finally?" George frowned.

"Just because I'm not a researcher doesn't mean I'm not observant. Haven't even worked together that much and I could tell you were into each other. Everyone could."

As if on cue, Bobby Vernon strolled past in pursuit of a redhead in the same shade of purple as his tie. He paused when he noticed your outfits. "Oh, thank god, you've gone public at last. Ned owes me a tenner now." The redhead had moved on, and Bobby scuttled after her. You forced yourself to close your gaping jaw.

"We… may have taken bets on it," Kipps clarified like it wasn't abundantly obvious. As obvious as your attraction to George, apparently. "I'm pleased for you, though. Especially if it means you're too distracted to poach any more of our cases." The older boy finished with a wink and an encouragement to enjoy the evening before melting into the crowd with his date.

"Are we really that transparent?" you sighed incredulously.

"I don't know," George mused. "I always thought I was coming on way too strong and you just weren't interested, but maybe we're too close to things to have noticed."

"That's a very polite way of calling me oblivious, Georgie."

"Hey, I'm saying I was too!"

"How equitable of you."

—

The evening ended up being quite enjoyable. Drinks were free, waiters constantly weaved throughout the room with trays of delicious canapés, and you were able to spend most of the time simply hanging out with your friends. At one point, after a speech from Penelope Fittes, a small classical band appeared from nowhere to initiate a Valentine's dance. George offered you his hand, his other coming to rest gently on your waist when you accepted. You brought your free hand up to his shoulder, stepping closer. The dance was slow and soulful, a lifesaver for you and your two left feet. Surprisingly, George was more adept than you expected, taking the lead with confidence. As the song came to an end, the hand on your waist moved round your back to draw you in for a kiss. It was longer than the one you'd shared in the hallway back home, more passionate, but still just as gentle and sweet. Nearby, Lockwood and Lucy were in the same position, lips locked, but they pulled apart a moment earlier and watched you two fondly. As much as they teased you, they were thrilled you'd finally admitted your feelings for each other.

"Excuse me a minute," George murmured, eyeing the arrows for the bathrooms, "I'll be right back."

—

Even the bathrooms were fancy. George hadn't been at Fittes long enough to attend a ball as an employee, and he'd skipped last year's to study the Bone Glass (he repressed a shudder at the memory) so this was his first time in the agency's ballroom. Everything was so ostentatious, a stark reminder of how much better off he was at Lockwood & Co.

He bumped into someone on his way out and raised his head immediately to apologise.

"Good evening," Penelope Fittes smiled graciously. She was the picture of romance and Valentines in a fluttering rose red gown, real roses adorning her dark hair.

"Ms Fittes, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No need to apologise. And call me Penelope, please. It's George, isn't it?"

"Yes. From Lockwood & Co."

Penelope nodded, remembering meeting the team (aside from you) at Samaran Pandy's funeral. "Of course, I'm glad you could all make it. Anthony and Lucy are a couple, I hear." It felt odd hearing Lockwood's first name out loud, but he supposed she would have no reason to know he didn't use it.

"That's right, and I'm with (name), our fourth member. I don't believe you've met." Being able to say he was with you was such a proud moment, he couldn't help but turn to look for you in the crowd. Penelope followed his gaze, picking you out by the outfit which matched the boy in front of her.

"Hopefully I'll get chance to greet them before the end of the night, you know what these things are like when everyone wants to have mingled with you."

George didn't know, but he kept quiet. This was lasting longer than he expected, and it was only a matter of time before he said the wrong thing and got the whole agency banned from future events. Besides, he'd left you alone far too long. Time to find a way out. "Oh, do you need to-?" He gestured over his shoulder to the mass of people.

Penelope waved his concern away. So much for that plan. "Don't worry. To be honest, this is the first proper conversation I've been able to have all evening, and it's refreshing to see you young couples having fun. You remind me of myself and my husband when we were your age. Absolutely inseparable, now he's wandered off and I've no idea where. You'd think a man in a bright red suit would be easy enough to find."

Anxious to get away from the conversation and back to you, George seized the opportunity. "I should let you go and look for your spouse, and I'll get back to mine."

"Oh!" Penelope sounded astonished. George tried to replay what he'd said in his mind to cause such a reaction, hadn't he just said he needed to return to his date? "I didn't realise! How long have you two been married?"

Something broke a little in George's brain. Married?! No, there was a misunderstanding, surely, you'd only started dating tonight. Hell, you'd only known each other for- "Six months."

"That's wonderful, I wish you the very best. But yes, go, enjoy your night with your spouse." Before George could protest, she'd ushered him back into the crowd and disappeared.

—

George was taking longer than you expected, and you were beginning to panic. Where was he? Was everything okay? Lockwood and Lucy had been swallowed up by the crowd, you wanted to seek them out for reassurance, but what if you left the spot George had left you on and then he couldn't find you? Even Kipps would have been comforting to see right about now.

A hand on your waist made you jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," George said softly, before noticing your expression, frantic pupils blown wide and lower lip trembling. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Mhm," you mumbled unconvincingly. "I just…" your eyes scanned the crowd. George put the pieces together.

"(Name), I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone for so long." He curled a hand into your hair, bringing your foreheads together until everything else faded away and all you could see and feel was him. "Come on, let's find somewhere a bit more quiet."

George led you by the hand through the crowd, careful never to put too much space between you that someone could barge through. Eventually the bodies around you thinned out, vanishing completely as you reached an empty grey corridor. You sat down unceremoniously on the floor, relishing in the quiet and the coolness of the wall against the back of your head. George joined you, hand still linked in yours.

"I'm sorry," he repeated urgently. "I tried to get back to you, but I ran into Penelope and she's a remarkably difficult person to get away from."

You could imagine - one of the most powerful women in the country, and one with such a strong connection to the Problem, would be a more than interesting conversationalist. Your curiosity was piqued. "Oh, what was she saying? Was it about the Problem?"

George let out a nervous chuckle. "No, we, uh… we actually talked about love. And you." He let go of your hand to wrap around your shoulder and bring you into his side. In turn you placed your arm across his chest, fidgeting with the button of his now open jacket.

"Me?" What on earth would Penelope Fittes have to say about you?

"She'd like to meet you. Said it's nice to see a young couple having fun, that we remind her of her and her husband." A couple. You both smiled at the notion. Suddenly George blanched, remembering what he'd accidentally implied. "Actually, I should probably explain, in case-"

What George had been about to say was "in case anyone else hears and gets the wrong idea". It was far too late for that.

"Well," that familiar voice came again as Kipps rounded the corridor, alone this time. "I have to say I'm impressed. We all thought you two were just being oblivious or dating in secret, certainly never expected a secret marriage." Your jaw dropped and you turned to George for an explanation, who was looking very red in the face and pointedly avoiding eye contact with either of you. Kipps continued, "Fair play, Karim, (name), you two are full of surprises. Should make cases more interesting in future. Congratulations, anyway." And just like that, he was gone.

You rounded on George. "George Casper Karim, what exactly did Kipps mean about a secret marriage?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you!" His voice was agitated, higher than normal. "I was trying to find a way out of the conversation, and when Penelope said she couldn't find her husband I suggested we both go and look for our partners, but with all the husband and young love talk I might have accidentally said spouse instead."

You couldn't help but laugh. By how worried he'd seemed, you thought something bad had happened or he was having second thoughts, when the truth was he'd unintentionally implied you were married. It was kind of sweet actually, and you couldn't pretend you hadn't imagined what it would be like.

"It's not funny!" George swatted at you harmlessly, which only made you laugh more. "If Kipps knows, he'll tell his whole team, and Bobby will single handedly tell anyone in Fittes who hasn't already heard. And oh my god, if Lockwood and Lucy get wind we'll never hear the end of it." That was a good point. If you thought they were insufferable now…

"Right, okay, we have two options. Either you go and tell Penelope it was a slip of the tongue, and I tell Kipps the same, or we pretend we rushed into it and realised it was too quick so go back to 'just' dating."

George pondered for a moment, playing with your fingers. "There is a third option." He paused as you looked quizzical, and his hand stilled around yours. "We go along with it." He looked so vulnerable as he waited for your reaction, heart on the line and entirely in your hands. You leaned in and kissed him even as your face split into a grin. He kissed you back firmly, excitedly.

"I can't imagine a better person to pretend to be married to," you giggled against his lips. "But on one condition."

"Anything."

"We have to be the ones to tell the others. I want to see Lockwood's head explode when I call you my husband."

George laughed now too, standing and offering you a hand to help you up. "Deal. Come on then, darling, we'd better hurry before Bobby gets in there. And not to come on too strong for a first date, but I figure since we've supposedly been married for six months the timeline goes out the window… Can I get you a ring? Just as a token, no strings attached. We could shop for one tomorrow, if you want."

"I love you," you said suddenly. It wasn't exactly an answer to his question, yet somehow it was.

George blushed, and leaned forward to kiss you once, twice more. "I love you too."

#lockwood & co #lockwood & co fanfic #george karim x reader #gn!reader #george karim #locklyle

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mapis-putellas · 2 years ago

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Premiere anxiety

Parings: Scarlett x you

Words: 891

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: you take care of Scarlett at her most recent movie premiere

You watch Scarlett from your peripheral vision as you stand side by side on the red carpet of the endgame movie premiere. You had your hand gently resting on the curve of her waist, and she was leaning against your side with her hand against your chest. Flashes from cameras all but blind you, yells of the people behind them making you want to yell right back.

You've been together for nearly three years, and the amount of red carpets you've attended was easily double that number. Despite that, your girlfriends nerves would act up each and every time. Her social anxiety was normally pretty easy for her to handle, but with people constantly yelling at you with nowhere to turn, it did tend to get the best of her.

You bend your head down, "Let's move on." You murmur in her ear, and she nods slightly as she pulls herself out of your arms and begins walking forward. You trail your eyes down her body as stops to take some solo pictures, noticing the way her hand trembles as it comes to rest on her hip. It immediately has you wanting to rescue her, and without hesitation that's what you do.

You'd learned early on that leaving Scarlett alone with her anxiety was probably one of the worst things you could do. She was an over thinker with a fragile ego, and that outwardly showed no matter how hard she tries to hide it.

You walk over to her and press a kiss to the side of her head, "Wanna hold my hand?" You offer as your hand comes to rest on the small of her back. You graze the pad of your thumb over the material or her dress in what you hoped was a soothing motion.

Scarlett looks up at you with a relieved grin as she just barely nods her head, and you immediately slide your hand into her own and give it a small squeeze.

As she heads over to her first interview of the night, you take your place stood slightly behind her as her silent support system. Your thumb trails soft circles over the back of her hand, and each time she visibly grew nervous, you'd her hand three soft squeezes.

I. Love. You.

It was returned almost instantly, and you smile softly as you look down at your intertwined hands. Hers were a little smaller than your own, adorned with two pretty rings you knew cost more to than your mortgage. You trail the pad of your thumb over the top of the one sat on her fourth finger, hoping one day it would be replaced by something more meaningful.

Soon, you were moving on to interview number two, and the same process follows. Throughout the entirety of the night, Scarletts hand doesn't once leave your own. Not during the interviews. The movie. The paparazzi pictures.

By the time you make it back to the car, it was nearing midnight, and you could tell she was exhausted. Premieres always seemed to take it out of her more than anything else did.

You knew when you got home it would be straight to bed. Well, as soon as you'd both showered anyway. You were also exhausted.

"You did good my love." you murmur as she rests her head against your shoulder, your hand resting on her bare thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

In response, Scarlett hums quietly against the material of your dress before bringing your hand to her lips and kissing the skin tenderly, keeping it entwined with her own after pulling away.

"Thanks, baby." She murmurs sleepily, and the corners of your lips quirk up into a fond smile as you crane your neck to press a kiss to her forehead. As she leans more into you, you find yourself wrapping your arm around her body and pulling her as close as she could safely get.

Conversation was quiet and limited on the journey home, and the clock had struck nearly one in the morning when Scarlett's driver finally pulls the car into her driveway.

You don't think you've ever known such a slow driver. But then again, you couldn’t bring yourself to mind so much when he only had Scarlett’s safety in mind.

After thanking him and coaxing a half asleep Scarlett out of the car, you use the keypad to enter her home and immediately pull her through to the bathroom.

The silence was comforting as you help her out of her dress, soon finding yourself stood in the middle of the large shower with her in your arms.

Her bare frame was flush against your own, arms around your waist and fingers idly trailing over the skin at the small of your back. You had your arms over her shoulders, a single hand cupping the back of her head that had come to rest beneath your chin.

"I'm proud of you." You murmur over the sound of the shower water hitting the tiled floor, your hand beginning to comb through her wet hair in an attempt to rid of it it's tangles.

You feel Scarlett squeeze you closer to her as a silent acknowledgment of your words, and as her lips press against your collar bone in soothing kiss, you knew you had never loved anyone more.

Thank you for reading 🤍✨♥️

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson fluff #marvel #mcu #fluff #scarlett johansson sickfic #black widow #widow sisters #natasha romanoff x you #Natasha Romanoff #scarlett x you #scarlett x reader #scarlett x y/n

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mingyusluvr · 6 months ago

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☆ 03 | eighteen

AN: Written part under the break -> 500-ish words. If you've read the other two parts let me know what you think & reblog pleeeeeek, I'll kiss your forehead! Reqs & taglist are open if ur interested!

Sora and Junseo met at a brand event they'd both attended, “I have someone I'd like you to meet.” Her friend had whispered in her ear with a little smile before guiding her across the room, and there he was. He was tall, but not too tall. He had the type of face you couldn't imagine going through an awkward phase. A quintessential actor face, born to grace red carpets and the silver screen. Kind, charming and considerate. He was exactly the type of man every mother wished for their daughter.

Junseo and Sora hit it off immediately, their personalities were similar, almost identical. They both sticklers for routine, enjoying their personal space at times. Being with him felt … safe. It felt good, but it wasn't exciting.

Five months into their relationship, Junseo introduced Sora to his parents. He was serious about Sora, and I mean, who wouldn't be, but he felt this indescribable block between the two of them. There were invisible walls around the depths of her heart and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite seem to pry them open.

As if she could read his mind, Sora looked up at Junseo from her position lying on his chest. The two were in bed together, finally, after weeks upon weeks of touring, “What's on your mind?” she asked softly.

“Just been thinking a lot recently.”

“About what?”

“Us.”

“Us?” She sat up now, her brows slightly furrowed, but she knew exactly where this conversation was going.

“I don't know. It just feels like— I want to love you but you're not letting me.”

“I'm not … letting you?” She was fully sitting up now, taking on a slightly defensive tone, “What are you talking about?”

“We’ve barely spoken over the last nine weeks.”

“I was on tour, I was busy. You were busy.”

“How often did you speak to Mingyu?”

Sora let out an incredulous scoff, “Seriously? This is about Mingyu?”

Junseo sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew how close the two were when they got together and he’d always been weary of it. He didn’t understand how it was possible that nothing had ever happened between them. Fan speculation didn’t help either. He tried his best not to look but he saw it, the comments, all of it. His gaze held hers, searching her features for an answer. When she didn’t answer he let out a bitter scoff, nodding his head. The block. He swung his legs off the bed and headed towards the bedroom door, towards the door to the apartment, with Sora who’d finally found her words, trailing after him.

“Junnie– Junseo. Wait.”

He stopped at the front door, his hand floating above the door handle and he spoke without turning around, “Just– just tell me this… If it was down to him and me, and you had to make a choice. Who would it be?”

Sora faltered, her mouth opening and closing, her words losing their momentum when they got to her throat. “I–”

“That’s what I thought.”

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#svt #seventeen #svt x oc #svt fanfic #svt smau #mingyu smau #mingyu fanfic #mingyu #svt angst

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Eternity

Summary: After being 'blessed' with Eternity on your 12th birthday, you're convinced that you're never going to find happiness. 500 years later, Kix disagrees.

Word Count: 3816

Pairing: Kix x Vampire!Reader

Warnings: None? I don't think. Maybe some angst

A/N: So...this was supposed to be a Sleeping Beauty story...and I guess I took some aspects of Sleeping Beauty? Maybe.

Divider by saradika

“Why are you here? You were not invited to this party!” Your father shouts to the violet clad woman standing under the flower arch that your uncle specifically made for your 12th birthday party.

The woman looks surprised, and then something cruel crosses her features, and you take a half step towards your father, “It’s alright, there’s food enough for everyone still.”

“No, it is not alright.” Your father says sternly, “It’s rude to show up uninvited.”

“It is more rude to kick someone out without first offering food and drink,” You counter as you lift your chin, “She came here to celebrate, father, the least we can do is allow her to do so.”

Your father’s face twists in rage, and he throws his hands up, and stalks away, “Do what you want.”

You exhale slowly, and then you quickly build a plate of some tasty treats and a glass of meade, and you head over to the strange woman, and you offer her both food and drink, “I apologize for my father. If things don’t go exactly according to plan he gets irritated.”

“You have my gratitude, little princess,” The woman replies as she takes the food and drink, “For both the food and drink, and for inviting me to stay.”

“Oh, no. It’s the very least I can do.” You reply with a bright smile up at the woman, “Your dress is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a shade of purple so vibrant.” You add brightly.

The woman laughs, it’s a harsh noise that makes your hair stand on end, and you can’t help but feel like you’re walking on a very thin wire, with destruction looming on both sides. Though you’re nothing if not polite, so you keep a smile on your face, and you hide just how unsettled you are.

“You are far too kind, little Princess,” The woman says, once she’s calmed her laughter, her smile is sharp and you can’t help but notice that her lips look painted with blood, “Tell me, child, is your father always so angry?”

“I rarely see him without a scowl on his face,” You admit, “I he never speaks so much as yells. It’s why mother left.”

“And yet she didn’t take you with her?”

You keep the smile on your face through sheer force of will, even as the woman prods a still open wound on your heart, “Mother…mother did what she thought was best, I’m sure.”

“Hm…have you not seen her since she left, little one?”

Your face falls without your permission, “I’m sure she will. It’s…it’s still early. I’m sure my mother didn’t forget my birthday.” You say quietly.

The woman lightly touches your head, and you’re unable to stop your tremor. “Are you afraid, little one?”

“...you’re dangerous.” You whisper, “I don’t know how, or even why I think that. But you are.”

The woman smiles even wider, “You see much for one so young, little princess.” She coos, as her long nails trail against your cheek, “Your mother sent me here in her stead. She is sorry that she cannot come to you, little one, but she sends her love.”

“I miss her,” You whisper, “Father is so much angrier with her gone…”

“Do not fret so, little princess. All will be well. You’ll see.” Somehow, somehow that sounds like a threat, and you shudder as she taps you on the cheek with one long fingernail, “Now, go and enjoy your party.”

The woman vanishes into the crowd of adults, and somehow, even though you never looked away from her, you’re unable to see her again. You’re drawn from your anxious thoughts when your grandmother draws you into a conversation with one of her friends.

And though you don’t forget about the strange violet woman, you are able to put her out of your immediate anxieties for the next several hours. You get through the dinner, and the cake, and the presents (dresses and heels and jewelry designed for a woman, not a child), and it’s just before your father dismisses everyone from the party when the woman appears again.

She stands taller than everyone else at the party, somehow, though you’re sure that she was only a little bit taller than you when you first met her. Her hand flows like ink down her back, and, as you watch her, the violet designs on her gown shift and change, taking on different forms.

“Your Majesty,” She says, her voice smooth and cool, like cold water over stones, “You have not allowed me to give my gifts to the little princess.” She coos. She pins you in place with fathomless black eyes, and you want to scream, to run, to hide…but your muscles seize and you can’t move.

“I suppose, since you did bring a gift.” Your father grumbles, as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“Oh no, your majesty. I said gifts, not gift.” The woman replies, her smile sharp as a blade, “First, to the Little Princess,” She walks over to you, and presses a light finger against your forehead, “I grant you the gift of eternity.”

Pain lances through you, starting at the top of your head and working down to your feet. Your legs give out on you, and you fall to your knees, and you hear screaming…screaming you realize is coming from you.

Everything becomes too loud, the scents become too strong, and you’re so cold…like you’ve never been warm a day in your life, and you’ll never be warm again.

“What did you do to my daughter!?” Your father demands, his hand is on your back and you just sob because everything hurts so, so much. It feels like millions of white hot knives are piercing your skin where your father is touching you.

“I granted her eternity,” The woman says cruelly. “She’ll age for another 10 years…and then she’ll stop, and she’ll be 22 forever.” There’s a pause, and then a quiet laugh, “Tell me, Your Majesty, have you never heard of Vampires?”

“That’s impossible,” Your Grandmother says sharply from where she’s smoothing your hair out of your face, “Everyone knows that a Vampire stops aging the moment they’re turned. You said-”

“Yes, yes. I just found the idea of being eternally 12 completely repulsive.” The violet woman replies blithely, “Now, where was I?” You manage to look up at the woman, even as you lean heavily against your grandmother.

“We’ll find a cure, sweetheart.” Your father promises, his voice ringing loudly in your ears.

There’s a snap, “Oh, yes. The second part! How foolish of me.”

“If you think I’m going to allow you anywhere near my daughter-”

“Oh. No, no. This second gift isn’t for her,” The Dark Woman says with a laugh, “It’s for everyone else.” There’s a moment of silence, “You’re not going to help the Little Princess, your majesty. No one is. For you will no longer be living.”

There’s a swell of magic that makes your skin prickles, and then the screams start. All across the garden party, men and women scream as vines burst from the ground, twinning around them. You get thrown back by a pair of massive vines as they twine around your father and grandmother, and you watch, horrified, as slowly the people start turning into plants.

It happens in a matter of seconds.

And the next thing you know, you’re alone in the garden with the Dark Woman, “There,” She says, “Perfect.”

And then she casts her gaze to you, you’re so weak you’re barely able to move, and pain still races through your body, but even so you try to push yourself up to a sitting position. “Hm…the transformation is going to take a few days…and I don’t want to have to deal with you…”

She grabs your shoulder harshly, and then there’s a weird sensation of falling before you’re thrown onto a stone floor. “I bring a gift, your lordship,” The Dark Woman crows.

“A child?” A deep male voice questions, “I have no desire for any childre-” He stops mid-sentence, “What have you done?” His voice is silky smooth, and somehow hurts less than the woman’s voice.

“I turned her…well, in a manner of speaking.”

There’s a snarl of fury, and the dark woman takes half a step back, and you feel a surge of dark glee, “You turned a child?”

“She will age over the next ten years,” the Dark Woman promises, “She’ll stop aging at 22 years old, but she is one of you.”

There’s the sound of heels on stone, and gentle hands pull you into a lap, “Husband, you have granted this witch far too much freedom,” A woman says quietly, before gentle fingers card through your hair, “It’s going to be alright, dear one. We’ll take care of you. You’re family now.”

You turn your head into the smooth silk of the woman’s gown, and you hear much heavier footsteps, “You are quite right, my dear.” The man says, his voice low, “It looks like I have to set this right.”

Strong arms slide under you, and you find yourself secure in the arms of the woman who was comforting you, “Then, I leave you to your business, husband. I must tend to our new child.”

You drift off to sleep when you hear a door click open, and then shut behind you. The last thing you hear before sleep totally claims you, is the soft voice of the woman carrying you, “Fret not, little one. That woman will never harm another person.”

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It’s been 500 years since the day you were turned, and you’re comfortable with the life you lead. You’re happy enough, you suppose, if not a little bit lonely.

You remained with your mother and father for several decades, while you got the hang of the whole vampire thing, but you’ve been wandering on your own for over 400 years since then.

You tend to move every 20 years out of necessity, though you’ve never hidden what you are from the people around you. It just gets tiring, watching the people around you age, and die, while you remain the same.

Plus, no one ever mentions the boredom of eternity.

Over the last 400 years you’ve been a lawyer, a singer, a writer, a musician, a blacksmith, a detective, a teacher…and everything in between. You’ve learned instruments, art, and crafts and- well, eternity is a very long time, after all.

This time, you’ve decided to be a doctor. You went to school and you took the classes and you got the degree, and now…here you are, working the night shift at a hospital in Mandalore.

Mandalore which used to be the Kingdom of Sirid…your father’s kingdom.

Not that anyone remembers Sirid…mother told you once that it was a continuation of the Dark Woman’s curse. She also mentioned that maybe it was a good thing. After all, no one is going to hunt down the princess of a kingdom that they don’t remember existed.

For what little it’s worth, you actually like Mandalore, and you hold no malice towards the Royal Family. But then, you have had 500 years to deal with this.

Your gaze drifts towards the palace, lit up even though it’s nearly midnight, and you sigh as you tilt your head back, your eyes closing. The breeze feels nice against your skin, even though you don’t get hot anymore.

You hear the door click open, and light footfalls on the tiled roof. They hesitate a moment, and then continue towards you with slightly more purpose. “Enjoying the view, Baar’ur?”

You hum thoughtfully, and turn your head to regard the man standing next to you, “It is a nice view.” You admit, “But no, I’m enjoying the breeze.”

“It is a nice night,” Kix agrees as he leans against the railing next to you, his gaze locked on your face, “Hard night?” He asks.

“No harder than usual. Some people are funny about having someone like me working on them.” You add with a wry smile.

“Then they’re dumb,” Kix replies, “You’ve probably forgotten more than anyone in this hospital knows.”

You laugh quietly, “Well, I am very old.”

“Not that old.”

“I’m over 500 years old, Kix.” You remind him.

He grins at you, “Yeah, like I said.”

You laugh and turn so you’re leaning against the railing as well, “I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, I’m not that old.”

“Exactly. How old is your…ah…sire?”

“Oh, well over 2000. But I’m more his-his foundling,” You explain, “I wasn’t turned like normal vampires. I was ‘blessed’ with Eternity.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a blessing,” Kix replies dryly.

“Mm. It’s not. But I make due.” You tilt your head back and look up at the stars, “Oh, was there something you needed Kix?” You ask.

“Wanted to make sure you’re alright.” He admits after a moment of silence, “That family wasn’t very nice to you.”

“They’re allowed. People still tell horror stories about my people…and with good reason. We’re not exactly safe, Kix.” You point out.

“You’ve never hurt a person in your life,” Kix replies, “I’m sure of it.”

“How can you know?” You ask, amusement clear in your voice.

“I’m pretty good at reading people.” He says easily, “And I don’t see you ever willingly hurting another person, even if you can.”

You laugh softly, “500 years, and you're the first person to ever be able to read me like that.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his grin takes on a smug air.

“Don’t be smug, Kix. It’s not a good look.” You sniff as you bump him with your shoulder.

“Everything I do is a good look,” He corrects as he bumps you back, allowing his shoulder to linger against you, “Because I’m gorgeous.”

“And so very modest.” You add dryly.

“Modesty is overrated,” Kix says loftily, though his grin fades slightly, “I’m really the first person in 500 years to be able to read you?”

You shrug, “Yeah. I was pretty good at shielding my true thoughts before I was turned, and then it became easier after.”

“You’ve had friends before though.”

“Sure. And then they grow up, get old, die…and I have to start over again. New place, new friends…still no one actually knew me.” You watch him for a moment, something achingly sad in your eyes, “Not like you, at least.”

“Sounds lonely.” Kix says after a moment, something like longing in his voice.

You exhale slowly, and turn your gaze back towards the sky, “You get used to it. You can get used to anything.” You close your eyes for a moment, and then straighten, “Alright, time for me to get back to work, I’m afraid. I’ll talk to you later, Kix.”

“Yeah. See you then.” Kix replies, sounding slightly distracted.

You finish your shift with little trouble, the majority of people who come to the hospital know that there’s a vampire on the staff and they don’t have a problem with it.

And once you hand over your patients to the dayshift doctor, you head to the locker room and pull on the protective clothing that shields you from the sun, and you leave for the day.

You make a stop at the markets, to pick up your weekly order of blood, sent by your mother, and then you head home.

The blood goes in the fridge, to keep it fresh, and then you feed your tooka, and finally you hop in the shower, to wash the hospital off of your skin, and finally you slide into bed. Thick black-out curtains keep the sun from even creeping into your room, and so you’re able to sleep peacefully without having to worry about any burns.

It’s later, much later, that day when you finally wake up and start your day.

It’s your night off, which means you’ll spend the evening doing all sorts of random things. You have the recording from the mid-day Yoga classes that you prefer, and then you can work on your tapestry for an hour or two…

You’re about to start your recording, when there’s a knock on the door. You glance at the chrono (a gift from a wizard, which shows exactly where the sun is located at that specific point in time) and you walk over to the door and open it a crack, making sure to keep yourself behind the door.

You blink in surprise at the man standing at your door, “Kix?”

“Hey,” He grins at you, “Can I come in?” You open the door a little more and let him into your home, “I brought some food, I know you don’t get anything from it, but you can still taste it, right?”

You shut the door once he’s inside, “I can, so long as it’s spicy. Or sweet.” You motion for him to move further into your home, “Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Yeah, well…I wanted to surprise you.” Kix replies as he steps over your Tooka, “Is that a tapestry?”

“Yeah, I’ve been working on it for over 150 years now. And I’m not done yet.” You explain as you push the tapestry back to where it belongs. “It’s going to be epic when I do finish it though.”

Kix follows you into the kitchen, and sets the bags of food on the table, and watches as you hurry around grabbing plates and utensils, and he smiles when you pull a bottle of water out of the fridge for him, “You keep stuff in the house for other people?”

“Yeah, of course. Not a lot though.” You admit as you set everything on the table, and then slide into one of the chairs, “I am surprised to see you, though. I would think that you’d want to spend your free time with your brothers.”

“I spent plenty of time with them,” Kix says easily, “I wanted to spend time with you.” His gaze drifts around the room, lingering on the hundreds of pictures of you and different people, “So…any of those pictures of you with a boyfriend?” He asks.

You laugh and shake your head, “No. No boyfriends.”

“Girlfriend, then.” Kix teases gently.

“No, no girlfriend either.”

“Wait, so, you’re telling me that at 500 years old, you’ve never had a romantic partner?” Kix asks, surprised.

“Nope, never.” You serve the food, allowing Kix to take the majority, “I mean, it’s not like I’ve not considered it. It just…it doesn’t seem very fair, you know?”

“Not really.” He replies.

“Right,” You shake your head, “I’m going to stay 22…forever. I’m never going to grow old. So if I enter relationships, I’m destined to have to watch them die. And they have to watch me stay the same, forever.”

“You’re right. That doesn’t sound very fair,” Kix murmurs quietly, “Have you considered turning your partner?”

“...I don’t think you realize just how long forever is, Kix.” You point out.

“Sure I do. Forever is forever. I get that. But wouldn’t forever be better with a partner. Someone you know, you trust?”

“Until he grows to resent me for taking his life from him? Or he decides that he’s not that interested in me?” You shake your head.

Kix taps a rhythm on the table, and then he stands and turns your chair so it’s not facing the table and he moves his chair so that when he sits, his knees are pressed tightly against yours, and then he takes your cold hands in his, “Do you know why I go out of my way to talk to you every time I see you?” He asks as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

You flash the smallest smile, “I have a pretty good idea,” You admit.

“Hm. Not good enough. I do this because I am completely in love with you. With everything about you.” Kix says, “I love how kind you are, even to people who hate you for what you are. I love how patient you are with people who are afraid and lashing out.”

“Kix-”

He releases one of your hands and lightly brushes his thumb against your cheek, and then over your lips, “You’re so beautiful,” Kix murmurs, “And it’s not just physical beauty, though you have that in spades too. That’s not what caught my eye first.”

“What do you-?”

“My first day at the hospital, you greeted me with a smile. You explained who you are, and what you are, and you gave me the grand tour. You were so kind to me, to everyone that crossed your path.” Kix explains, “And we ran across a man who hurled nothing but abuse at you, and you handled him so gently and so caringly, that he broke down sobbing. You said, ‘we have to see people on what might very well be the worst day of their lives, we can afford a little kindness’.”

“...I said that?” You ask.

“You did,” Kix answers, “And I fell in love with you at that moment.”

You stare at him, your eyes wide.

“And every day after that, I fall in love a little bit more. With every story you tell, with every word you speak, with every action you take.”

“Kix…”

“I want eternity with you.” Kix says seriously, “I’ve thought about it, I’ve spoken to my brothers about it. And eternity won’t be terrible if I’m walking it with you.” He pauses for a moment, and a wry smile crosses his face, “I also really, really want to kiss you.”

You laugh softly, and his other hand comes up to cradle your face. “How about we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?” Kix asks.

“Two years.” You say as your hands come up to cradle his face, and he almost purrs at the feel of your hands against his skin, “Give me two years as my boyfriend, and if, at the end of two years, you still feel the same, then I will agree to turn you.”

He thinks about it for a minute, and then his gaze snaps to your face, “Deal. Two years. But, cyare, I’m not going to change my mind.”

“So you say,” You reply with a small smile.

His smile becomes soft, and he leans in and very gently presses his lips against yours. And then he kisses you again and again, each kiss becoming more heated than the last.

Until he pulls you onto his lap and tangles his hands in your hair, and crashes his lips against yours like he needs your lips against his to breathe. And the food remains on the table, forgotten by the both of you.

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Two years and six months later, you finally fulfill your promise to turn him, two days after the start of your honeymoon.

#star wars #tcw #clone medic kix x reader #kix x reader #star wars au #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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zaewriteshere · 1 year ago

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Why do you love me ?

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Do you see under my hood Cypher ?

… Does it scare you ?

I wonder if the person that you see is the same as I do when I look into the mirror.

You and I are the same, you are only the lucky one in the sense that you have flesh to hide your monstrosity.

I am but the shell of a man that holds no memories of his past.

While you seek to forget, all I want is to remember.

So, I am asking you ; why me ?

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Omen didn’t consider himself to be a self conscious person.

He never really was worried about his appearance.

Didn’t mean he liked it, by any means it was very much the opposite.

Would he ever admit it or even act upon this feeling ?

Absolutely not.

But it didn’t stop him from wondering, sometimes.

If Cypher could see everything, could he…

See what he looked like ?

If so, how did he feel about that ?

He didn’t like the feeling of not knowing, but he was also…

He couldn’t really explain it, but he didn’t really want to know the answer to that.

For the first time, he felt anxious about someone else’s opinion on both him and his appearance.

“Are you okay, my dear ?” His lover’s familiar voice brought him back to earth.

Right, they were hanging out quietly in his office, Omen peacefully knitting and Cypher silently working on who-knew-what.

“I’m fine,” He replied after another moment of silence.

They stared at each other for a couple of beats.

“What’s on your mind ?” The sentinel finally asked, tilting his head to the side.

His tone was so caring, so gentle.

Was he like this knowing what he looked like under his hood ?

Or was it in ignorance ?

… Did he want the answer ?

“Why are you so adamant on forgetting ?” The controller blurted, immediately wincing.

He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Silence answered him for a while.

“I could ask you the same question, my dear,” He replied, his tone fakely light.

“Because I want to know the truth,” He answered without any hesitation.

Another minute of silence was shared.

“Maybe one day, I’ll tell you,” His lover answered, his tone indicating that he didn’t want to talk about it.

Omen sighed quietly, feeling like he fucked up somehow.

He probably did.

“I’m sorry,” He apologised, looking at his hands.

“Don’t be, my dear. You were just curious, were you not ?” Cypher answered, reassuring.

Wordlessly, he nodded.

That was one way to put it.

This all felt familiar.

He couldn’t pinpoint how or even why, he just felt like he had this conversation with someone a long, long time ago.

He tried to chase after that faint feeling of déjà-vu, but it quickly disappeared.

He sighed, frustrated.

“What is it my dear ?” The sentinel asked, turning to him. At the lack of answers, and maybe also by his current body language… He read the controller like a book. “Is it one of those faint memories again ?” He questioned gently.

“If you can even call them that…” He mumbled in answer.

“What was it about this time ?” His lover enquired, now fully turning to him, having his full attention.

“I just… I felt like I had this conversation already,” He explained, finding his own voice distant.

“Oh ?” “A long time ago, before I got turned into… Well,” He trailed off, not finding any words appropriate to define himself.

His boyfriend changed position to be next to him, gently taking his slightly shaky hand into his.

“It’s okay my dear, you’re here now. You’re safe,” He reassured, oh so loving and caring.

Omen could almost believe it.

But he couldn’t shake this feeling that he wasn’t safe and never will be until his past is dealt with.

As if reading his mind, Cypher called out to him.

Focusing his attention back on his partner, he felt his gloved hand squeeze his.

“You are safe with me, always will be. I will protect you,” He promised.

He knew he was being serious.

Somehow, that terrified him.

He couldn’t pinpoint as to why, however.

“Thank you,” He finally said, relaxing.

Slowly putting his head over his lover’s shoulder, he took deep breaths.

Maybe Omen could learn a thing or two from his new boyfriend and let go of the past, just for a little bit.

Just when he’s safe and sound with him by his side.

As his mind relaxed, he finally asked the question that had been burning his mind ever since they started dating :

“Why do you love me, Cypher ?”

He tensed when he realised what he just said.

Yes, he always wondered, but he was never really sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

Well, there was no backing down now.

Silence answered him for a while as the sentinel was idly rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand while gathering his answer.

He almost told him to not answer, but his boyfriend spoke before he could even utter a single word.

“You’re caring, despite being silent most of the time,” He finally stated, but he wasn’t done. “Even with your inner turmoil, you have this way with people. You can calm them down and bring them back to earth with your simple words and gentle gestures. You’ve done that to me a lot, actually. I don’t think you’ve ever realised it,” Cypher chuckled, as if remembering a fond memory. “That’s how I fell in love with you, all this time ago. I just never had the courage to tell you until recently,” He admitted, so loving and caring.

He took a moment to take it all in.

That was… A lot.

He didn’t think he ever heard the sentinel speak about someone for so long and so highly.

He felt both honoured and… Scared.

Against his best judgement, he was tempted to ask about if his boyfriend had ever seen his true appearance.

He was probably feeling his hesitation, because he nudged him lightly, catching his attention once again.

“What are you thinking about now ?” He asked, ever so curious.

He stayed silent for a bit, both thinking on how to word his question and wondering if he should even ask.

… He should trust Cypher a bit more.

“I just wonder if… You’ve ever seen what I looked like,” He started, oh so vulnerable. He hated it. “And if… If it ever scared you,” He finished, tearing his gaze away from him.

“I did see it, once,” He replied without missing a beat. “It saddened me more than anything. The sight made me want to hug you and take care of you,” He continued, his tone truthful and honest.

Omen didn’t expect… That answer came from him.

A part of him doubted he was even telling the truth.

But he knew the sentinel.

He wasn’t the type to lie about something like this.

“What did you even see ?” He questioned, his tone too harsh for his liking.

“A lot. It’s hard to put it into words but… In your pain, I saw mine, too. I was already in love with you at that point, but I think I fell harder that day. We’re not as different as you may think,” He gently said, nuzzling his cheek lovingly.

“You have flesh to hide your pain,” He answered, trying to not sound as bitter as he was.

A light chuckle escaped his lover’s lips.

“You don’t need to have flesh to hide it,” He stated, lovingly. “Most people don’t even know how to,” He continued, amused. “The fact that not everybody knows how much you’re hurting every day…” His movement became tender, caring. “I both admire it and despise it,” He finished off.

“Why ?” He questioned curiously.

“You need to let others know how you’re feeling. Keeping everything to yourself, while it is admirable, is not healthy,” He explained, his tone serious and firm. “You worry me a lot, you know ?” He said, using his free hand to trace his cheek.

“So… You don’t think that I’m a… Mon-” Immediately, Cypher hushed him.

“Of course not. Why should I ?” He replied instantly, almost aggressively. “Not only would that be hypocritical of me, but you’re really not one,” He continued, softer.

He nodded silently.

He didn’t like this situation of him asking to be reassured like that, but he also knew he desperately needed it.

“No matter what my dear, I’ll always love you.”

The knot in Omen’s chest finally went away as he heard that.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #valorant #one shot #cypher x omen #omen valorant #cypher valorant

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foreverinthepagesofhistory · 1 year ago

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Got a little inspired by the coin situation and took a break from the long next chapter to bring you this (I hope you like this hilarious and comical prompt) takes place later on in the story. Had so much fun with this!

The art of a (coin)cidence (WOTC Timeline)

Sofía couldn’t help but gawk as she peered over her sisters shoulder, taking in the piece of silvery coin that was meant to celebrate her sisters recent engagement and upcoming wedding.

All in all the coin wasn’t badly shaped, it rim was tidy and clean, its edge’s perfectly beveled. The two family crests side by side looked divine, an urging by both kings as they wanted to show the world how United these countries were by this royal match. The first ever in royal history.

Sofia moved her hazel eyes to her sister, who as slays remained stoic, yet Sofía knew her sister was deep in thought, her brows were slightly pinched. Her blue eyes stuck to the bottom side of the coin, a puzzling look on her features.

Leonor immediately took Sofia’s hand, moving her to the edge of the room, something akin to a smile and frown on her features. Sofia couldn’t help but crack a smile, given that there was nobody else in the room, yet her sister had pulled her to the side as if the room were full of prying people.

It took Leonor a second before she found her words. But when she did she couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Is it just me or does the left side of the coin look…misleading”.

Sofia chucked at that, holding a hand to her mouth.

Leonor’s smile quickly faded into a chastising look, “sofi it’s not funny!! Now Ali will be troubled all week!! She’ll simply freak if she finds out”.

“It’s just one coin Leo. I’m sure many will follow. It isn’t the end of the world because the mint got her nose wrong”.

Hazel eyes meet the silver coin again and this time the infanta spoke. “Correction it’s the whole face. Did they even do a measurement! Or use a photo? They have a corridor full of portraits from her childhood! This looks like it was done on a napkin after lunch break!”.

The sudden movement of the grand doors opening made both sisters look up, taking in the royal mint team and an already hesitant vologarian princess trailing behind.

“Your royal highness! Lovely to see you here! I see you already have seen the coin? I hope it is to your satisfaction. Our team worked effortlessly on it”.

Exchanging pleasantries the team went right to work, moving the coin under a magnifying glass and cleaning it before the final presentation.

“Well Alix already looks on edge. Let’s hope this won’t trigger any German aggression” Sofia joked. Leonor only eyed her sister, a blank face on her features.

She could practically hear her fiancée’s rebuttal already, “I may speak German but I am not! We border the country!”.

Cotton blue eyes moved to take in her soon to be wife, who was still positioned outside the room, St. John beside her and volograds Prime minister on hand. From the looks of the conversation Alix was less than pleased. Her green eyes were downcast and her face tired.

Alix had taken up many engagements this year, from her first tour of the West Indies, to her first charity foundation. She had worked ruthlessly and successfully. Her polls shad been up 30% this week, now taking the title of the most popular member of the family.

With a bow and a smile prime minister Havel was gone, leaving Alix and St. John alone in the hall. St. John uttered a word and Alix smiled, that bright and earth shattering smile that made Leonor weak in the knees.

“Can you stop eying your fiancé and focus on the fact that this coin needs to go back…now” Sofia piped up.

The words seemed to go out one ear and into the other.

Alix entered the room, confident as always, a pep in her step as she eyed Leonor, her charming smile seeming to take over her tired features.

Leonor without thought flew into the girls arms, holding tightly and giggling when Alix picked her up off the floor for a split second.

“I’m sorry for my delay meine Liebe. St. John took a less crowed route” Alix spoke. Her hands cupping Leonor’s cheeks like a precious jewel.

Leonor only shook her head, her cheeks flushed and eyes filled to the brim with adoration.

It wasn’t till Sofía cleared her throat that both girls focused on the matter at hand.

To say that both Borbón girls were anxious when Alix eyed the coin was an understatement. Sofia held tightly to Leonor’s hand, Leonor watched every movement.

From Alix’s pale face to her secretive look to St. John across the room. It was obvious to anyone that the vologarian princess was not happy with the result.

“Well what do you think you’re royal highness?”

All eyes were on Alix. The girl quickly schooled her features. “I-I-“

Immediately Leonor moved to take Alix’s hand, wrapping a calm arm around the girl.

“I think it is just splendid. I do wonder if it is truly as lifelike. Perhaps a second opinion before you send it off?”.

If the men were offended they didn’t show it. “Of course your royal highness! We will send it off to king Cyril. He will do a once over and send the feedback. These coins will be made available to the vologarian public next week and hit the Spanish shelves the week after. Thank you for your time”.

As soon as the men were within a reasonable distance Alix spoke, calmly at first.

Running a hand through her raven strands, a nervous habit.

The green eyed girl turned to both sisters, a pensive almost shocked look on her features.

“Was it in my head or does my side profile truly look as ghastly as what is represented on that coin?”.

Leonor immediately moved to settle her hands firmly on her girlfriends waist. “It’s not nearly as bad as you think my love. You heard them there sending the coin to your father. He will make sure you’re represented as perfect on that coin as you are in real life. They’ll make your little nose straighter, and your perfect lips fuller”.

Soft fingers trailed down the girls lips, her nose.

Alix without thought moved to wrap her hand around the girls fingers, bringing it to her lips for a soft reverent kiss. Stealing the breath out of the blondes lips.

Then without thought the girl was gone, walking down the hall, determination on her features.

Leonor sighed, “where are you going now!?”

“To make a call to my father! This is a collectors coin Leonor! If I am going to be minted on silver my people should at least know it’s me and not whoever imposter is on that coin!”

“That’s just the start of this coin debacle” Sofia whispered.

Leonor only rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh sofi! Alix is level headed. Surly she was a bit…bothered by the coin but she won’t left it affect her day to day. She’s not like that”.

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Leonor halted as she eyed her soon to be wife, watching as the green eye girl sat at her study, desk light on, protruding the most vicious beams of LED light that the vologarian royal house could find. The magnifier stand in front of the vologarian princess. Two pieces of silver coins in hand as she peered at them through wide green lashes. Comparing both the coins.

“I would ask how you’re taking the coin debacle in stride, but now I am not so sure” were Leonor’s words as she moved to sit comfortably across her girls lap. Leaving a few kisses on her cheek as she did.

Alix didn’t shy away, a smile pulling at her features as she eyed the coins in her hands.

“If you must know I called my father and he said..get this my love…he said…he didn’t see anything wrong with my perception”.

Leonor didn’t know wether to laugh or cry.

“That’s preposterous! Why even I could tell it was completely and utterly wrong!”. Leonor spoke, blonde brows knitted as she laid her arms loosely around Alix’s neck.

Alix nodded. “Right! Honestly.”

“Well if your father won’t even give the king the feedback I suppose we’ll have to wait for the coins to come out before vetoing them-“

“I’ve already sent word to Mr Havel. He will be making the complaint for me”.

Without warning giggles erupted out of the girls mouth, king heaving chuckled that made the green eyed girl smile wildly.

“I don’t see the humor in this at all Nor!”

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry… it’s just you’re such a people pleaser! Too shy to say what you really think! I saw you when the mint advisors asked if the coin was to your satisfaction. I believe your words were “very much so”. So much so that you’re getting your prime minster, who has no interest in coins to put in a formal complaint”.

“Why yes! I didn’t want to discredit all the work they had done!!”. The green eyed girl defended.

Leonor only chuckled, moving to trace the girls jaw with lithe fingers. “Ever the kind soul you are your royal highness”

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“St John please tell me they didn’t give me pointy chin” was the words that left Alix’s mouth.

Sofia and Leonor eyed each other from the table, the smell of nail varnish in the air as both girls watched the scene in front of them. The nail varnish brush laid suspended in the air as both girls watched.

St. John, ever the dutiful servant merely tried to calm the girl down.

“If anything your royal highness I believe this a true likeness”.

“I need soembody who will tell me the honest truth, however bleak it is” Alix uttered.

She was met with both girls and in an instant she brought the coin to Sofia, placing it in front of the hazel eyed girl.

“Go on sofi. Out with it. Remember to be as ruthless as possible. This is my image after all”.

Sofia eyed Leonor across the table, who with her eyes communicated ‘be polite’.

Sofia eyed the coin, taking it in her fingers and then eying the girl. She even went so far as to place the coin side by side.

“It would help if you moved to the side so I could see your profile..perfect just like that”.

It took a moment before Sofía spoke.

“Honestly…I’m not seeing very much of the volograd chin”.

“Oh GOTT IM HIMMEL!” Came the words and out Alix went, St. John behind her. “I’ll be meeting Mr Havel for a long meeting”.

Leonor watched as she went before moving to Sofía, “you had to say it!”.

Sofia rebutted, holding her hands up. “You have to admit that coin was a true travesty! I was only doing my sister in law duties!”.

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After months of careful planning the coin was finally to Alix’s satisfaction. All was well in the world. Till the fateful day Lacy called. The conversation was well, till the words were uttered and Leonor watched her girlfriend’s eyes crease.

“I have to say. I finally got your collection of coins for your wedding. Honestly you would think it would take a day or two to post but I barely received the parcel just last week.”.

Alix chuckled, “it’s your fault for letting your post pile up as you do lace!”.

The blonde girl shook her head, “well I was about to spare your feelings!! Who on earth did your minting?”.

At that Leonor’s eyes widened. Oh god please no she uttered.

As if on cue the green eyed spoke.

“What’s the matter with it? Why? What’s happened?”.

On cue Leonor moved to wave a hand to Lacy from the camera, signaling for her to stop.

“Well it’s just…it doesn’t look very much like you at all”.

The words were out.

Both collective gasps filled the room, Leonor from the side, and St. John who had just overheard the conversation.

Alix sighed into her hand, pinching her nostrils. “I-it’s just a coin. It doesn’t really matter” she managed to get out.

Both Leonor and St. John eyed each other, surprise in their eyes.

“That’s a very mature way to look at it Alix. I thought by now you an your perfectionist ways would be halfway- wait what are you doing?”.

Alix shushed her friend, scribbling nonse sense on the napkin across the table.

“My measurements!! My coin cannot be finished without them!”

Legend says Alix is still sending in notes with her critiques on the coin. Hope you enjoyed that but before the new chapter! Love as always!-🇪🇸

This is so predictable and literally so funny! Alix just freaking out and being such a perfectionist over a freaking coin, I JUST CANT AHAHA!!! 🥲🤣😩

🇪🇸 you are are really feeding us all today and I’m fucking here for it. Thank you!!!

(ps. did u see the new Leonor coin for her 18th? I found it so funny how the WOTC fandom is talking about coins and the SRF just released some! Classic!!!)

#answered ask #whispers of the crown #Wotc #leonalix #leonalix fic

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rubiedoobiedoo · 20 days ago

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"IS THIS LOVE?"

Pairing: Artem Wing x oc

Genre: angst 💞

Word count: 1410

💌How much longer did Artem think Elaine would stay silent and go along with his lack of action for fear of doing something wrong? Even the most voluminous jar has its capacity.💌

Setting: Artem's office

She had hated how he kept putting her down. What made it worse was that he always did it unknowingly.

They had known each other since their university years. And that hurt her even more. Almost 10 years together and yet, she always faltered when he opened his mouth to placate her with his sweet words.

"It is your problem, Elaine. Why should I keep bothering with your 'insecurity issues' when my words clearly don't console you? You can't expect me to neglect Rosa for you." Artem spoke, not even looking up from the paper he was highlighting.

She felt neglected, 'Does he not even care enough to look up at me when he is speaking?' She wanted to cry, laugh, yell and scream, thrash around his room like a mad woman. But she held it in.

"You know I don't mean that. But can't you just try and see it from my-" She tried to press on, wishing he would look up... at least once.

"No, no I can't. I have been hearing about this ever since she came to the office. So what? I had to cancel some dates. I had to cancel a few plans. You have done it too, it isn't any different. But you just want to create a big deal out of it, don't you?" He cut her off, his voice as calm as ever. He too, was troubled with her.

They both knew a conversation on this topic was important. He knew that he wasn't doing right by not looking at her while they were arguing. But he couldn't bring himself to look at her. If he did, he would break down. Her face was twisted, the kind that made him worry about their relationship. But he knew, he very much did, that she wasn't in the right in this argument. And he was tired of their constant arguments.

"I have, yes." She admitted, "I have, in the past, cancelled dates as much as you. But I do inform you beforehand, do I not?" She questioned him, walking forward. "And you know the problem isn't about cancelling dates. Such things are unavoidable in our lines of work. I would never hold it against you."

"Then, what is it?" His voice was stern as he stared at the papers in his hand The words weren't making sense to him anymore, he sighed.

"You did not inform me beforehand that you would cancel, Artem! You can't just throw that sort of information to my face after I am already at your doorstep, or when the waiters are feeling too sorry for me to even move around my table." She was tired, frustrated and most of all, embarrassed.

"But I did tell you, didn't I? So your argument that I cancelled the date without telling you beforehand is incorrect."

She tried to stop the twitching in her fingers, she wanted to let her frustrations lose. 'I can't punch him here, I would be risking a lawsuit.' "Are we court, Mr. Attorney?" she saw him frown and weirdly enough, this time she didn't feel anything.

"You know I didn't mean it like that Elaine." He trailed off, but still refused to look at her.

"But I did. I meant everything I said and implied and I think we should-" She was cut off by him grabbing her hands and staring straight at her eyes.

"We are not breaking up." His voice was filled with hurt and her eyes immediately softened.

"I wasn't about to say that." She freed her hands from his grasp. "I was about to ask you for a break."

"It's the same thing, Elaine." He was desperate now. He was aware that if they took a break, it could quite truly be the catalyst to a break-up.

"You are treating me like I am your opposition in court again." She responded "With that condescending tone... and you know what? Maybe I am wrong and they are the same, but would that be so bad?"

"Elaine." He walked to her now, she was seated in front of him. "I do not treat you-"

"You do!" She cut him off, "And news flash dude, I am the same age as you." She put on an expression of faux surprise, "Mind blowing, isn't it?"

"You are acting like a child."

"Am I? I wasn't aware." She replied sarcastically, "But I think we are done here, wouldn't you say the same, Mr.?"

"Elaine." His voice was stern, "We are not done here, we have not even reached a conclusion. And I do not agree with your proposal."

"You do not agree? Who would've thought." She walked towards his table now and picked up a book, 'Fading Love'. "Why do you have this on your table anyway?'

"You gave it to me to read." he walked towards her again and took a closer look at the book.

"What's the book about?" She quizzed him, hiding the book behind her.

"Elaine." He tried to grab the book from her but she moved behind his desk in time.

"What, Elaine? I am pretty sure when I read it, it wasn't about me." She felt safe behind the desk.

"Fading love is about a love that has faded..."

"Sure-"

"And it is about a married couple. They start to see each other less and less... and their marriage is not safe anymore." He sighed, he knew she would be using this against him now.

"Doesn't this remind you of someone? Or specifically, a couple we both know very well?" She asked him.

"No. No it doesn't." He knew her point but he did not want to agree with her.

"I know you do, Artem. You are not dumb. You know what I'm implying. This book is about future us!"

"It's not about future us. We are better than them." He argued.

"Better? How are we better? The only difference between us and the couple in the book is that their separation will be more difficult with all the legal stuff. But for us? There won't be any such thing. We can both just say 'bye', walk away and never look back." She was huffing after she poured out all her anger and annoyance.

"Don't say that, Els.. We are great together." He pleaded with her.

"Great? Yes.. Maybe in the past we were great but I don't see how that is possible anymore, Artem. Clearly you don't care for my feelings."

"I do care. There is no one else I care for more than you." He grabbed her hands and held on to them, tracing light circles atop.

"No.. no, you are wrong, Artem. I don't know if its Rosa you care more for or your reputation but I can assure you that am not at the top of your priority list. stop-I already know what you want to ask me. You want to know now I am so sure of this right? Well, Mr. Attorney, I guess you have trained me well because I can list out multiple counts of neglect. If you need, I can submit the report to the judge."

"Just because I forgot to inform you of a few dates?" Artem sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Just a few dates?! I know that you know me well enough to know that I would not have this reaction had it been just your usual lack of planning skills. But NO! It is not just that. This is for the humiliation, embarrassment and pain you've caused me just for some rendezvous with her!"

She started to make her move towards the door of his office again when he grabbed her and spun her around again to face him. " You can't just fault the poor innocent girl for a relationship already on a rocky tract..."

She winced in pain and shock as she processed his words, " A relationship already on a rocky tract... Was that how you saw us, Artem? I hope you are glad then, you won't have to trudge along this path anymore. Go to whatever smooth sailing path you compared our relationship with." She removed his hands from her shoulder, before closing the door she turned around to look at his downcast gaze,"You claim that I am faulting a 'poor innocent girl', but my love, I am not. I place the blame only on the 'guilty man I thought I was in a steady relationship with.' "

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rassvetsky · 2 years ago

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Steel Blue

bucky barnes x reader

"Without giving you a chance to fight, Bucky left. For your own good. But almost a year later, as it turns out, neither of you can handle being apart, and Bucky missed you too much to play it nice when you're moaning out his name like that."

[4.3k] exes to lovers, angst to smut to fluff hehe, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, making out, cunningulus, spit kink, marking, choking, bucky's such a gentleman i love him

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Soft chatter blended into the background as you kept your eyes blandly on the football match playing, small screen not doing the players any justice with the bird's-eye-view. Your fingers trailed the brim of your glass, favorite drink prepared the second you entered the pub, as you were probably the only regular there. That bartender had been a silent secret-keeper of yours for years now, and judging by how quiet and mellow you've been for the past year, he probably knew.

"Hey," he approached you with a smile after serving his last customers, the group carrying their glasses over to their designated table. He had a warm personality, a bit mysterious perhaps, but the unknown didn't scare you one bit. He was the type of person to make others feel safe. "Everything's gonna be alright. Just wanted to remind you of that."

"Thanks, Colin." you sighed, a thankful smile playing on your lips as you took the last sip of your drink, reaching for your wallet since it was late already.

Immediately, he reached over the bar to stop you, shaking his head to both sides with a frown. "It's literally impossible to convince you when something's on the house, isn't it?" he joked, earning a scoff from you. "Join me for a smoke break, clear your head a little. You drank a bit more than usual today."

"Nothing out of the ordinary." you heaved a sigh, letting your wallet find its space back in your pocket as you got up, following his lead through the bar to the front entrance. You saw him fish for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket in the dark, and you reached for your lighter, igniting the flame and holding it against the tip of his tab when he placed it in between his lips, as he took in a long drag, locking the fire in.

You leaned on the wall and watched him as he took another cigarette out and replaced the other, using the already lit one to light that up before handing the one he had in between his fingers to you. You took it, swirled the thin roll between your fingers to get a read of the label, before taking a long, long drag.

It was a bit quiet after that.

"I saw Bucky last week," he admitted, tone soft, almost apologetic. "Asked me 'bout you. How you're doing, and all that."

"Should've told him to piss off."

"He's not a bad guy, Y/N. You know that better than I do." Colin's sigh pulled an eye roll out of you. "It's been, what, ten months? A year? Forgive and move on, sweetheart, it's the only way your heart could find peace."

"I forgave him the second he left, forgiving is not the issue." you shook your head, a bitter chuckle leaving your lips as you watched smoke leave Colin's, urging you to take yet another drag. Letting it burn through your lungs, you exhaled, closing your eyes momentarily. "Can't forget. The only peace my heart ever knew was him."

And how funny fate was, that a second before Colin started speaking again, your eyes met someone else's in a slight distance.

Those steel blue eyes that used to let you know where home was. Your safe place.

Colin followed your gaze through, offering a tight smile to the man, current subject of your conversation. He didn't see it though, too focused on the cigarette between your lips and the hurt in your eyes. Breaking away from the trance rather quickly, he looked ahead again, steps rushing but not towards you. And with that, he left. Not even sparing a hello.

It's been a year since you last saw him. And it hurt like hell.

It wasn't uncommon for you to wake up to an empty bed, the warmth of your boyfriend which you fell asleep with long gone, instead replaced by a ruthless cold that took over your entire body, the longer your gaze lingered on his side.

It wasn't uncommon for him to be apathetic at times. You knew what he went through and what his mind was still putting him through, but you always made sure to let him know that it was okay for him to approach you, seek refuge in your arms and close his eyes, only to think about absolutely nothing. No worries, no demons chasing him through; just you. Just the moment.

But that morning a year ago, the dread you felt buried deep within your chest let you know that there was more to him just getting up earlier than you when you woke up to his side being cold again. You could still feel the kiss he left by your hairline before he left in the morning, semi-asleep state not allowing you to pull him back to bed when your dreams sounded sweeter to go back to.

You could feel your heart beating by your fingertips when you blindly reached for the folded paper you noticed by the bedside drawer, unfolding carefully only to be met with Bucky's handwriting, hard to read for everyone but you.

You wished that you never ever learned how to read then.

You could tell by the crookedness of the lines and rounds that his hands were shaky as he wrote away, starting off his note with your name, lettering almost apologetic.

Thank you for making my life a lot more bearable, it read, as you ruffled through the lines with your eyes, unable to concentrate on one sentence at a time. I've always been a firm believer that love and respect are earned, and unfortunately, I never earned your love no matter how keen you were to give it to me. I loved you more than I could ever begin to comprehend, yet you deserved more than I could give.

You felt hot tears pushing through, creating a pathway through your cold cheeks, salt lines leading the way down to your neck as you blinked once, twice, trying to get rid of them as much as you could just so you could keep reading.

No matter how much I want to be selfish, I couldn't possibly do that to you. There's a lot of things in this world that you need to experience. You don't deserve to be staying up all night and ruining your tomorrow just so you can hold me through a nightmare. You deserve to be happy, unconditionally. And I know this isn't a good way of ensuring that, but at least this way I'll be sure that I'm not the one holding you back. The guilt of it is unbearable.

Bucky. A fair man. Yet he never gave you a chance to fight.

So, as petty as it is, you didn't try to get him back. As your fingers clutched the collar of the hoodie, borrowed from him; you set the paper down next to you, a heavy sob breaking through before you laid down again, knees to your chest.

I'm going to love you 'till the end of time.

Your legs worked faster than your brain could, as they led the way to the pub a week later. It was routine at that point, you never liked to drink all that much but not like you had anyone left to talk to. Most of your friends were busy with life, understandably, as you lingered over the same sore spot for god knows how long.

Colin's smile invited you in, he already had his jacket on as sometimes he left a bit earlier, leaving the bar to his cousin. The latter was still a student, thankful for every moment that Colin let him work there, as money was tight for everyone and it was hard to find a place for yourself in the job market. "Hey, love." pulling you into a hug, Colin patted your shoulder, head signaling towards the bar. "Someone's waiting for you."

Taken aback, you frowned. Not a lot of people knew about your little routine, and probably nobody in your life would show up at a random pub with hopes of you hopping by, without even a heads-up. "Who?"

"Go see for yourself. I need to go, though, please don't hate me when I'm back."

That sounded like you were about to have a real good reason to hate him once he was back.

Nonetheless, you waved him goodbye, before making your way over to the bar and scanning the people that sat by it. Spotting an empty stool, the figure next to it felt awfully familiar, quickening the beating of your heart and the intake of your breaths as you swallowed down a lump on your throat, slowly making your way over to it.

His eyes met yours again. Almost lit up, even.

"Baby."

You were bitter, Bucky was guilty.

Understandably.

As you sipped through the pint of Guinness he ordered for you, he kept playing with his fingers, gloves left on the bar long ago as if he was trying to show you that he was better.

And indeed, he was.

He pushed through.

And you couldn't help but feel like maybe that's because of the lack of you in his life, although it seemed to be far from the actual case. He was actually happy to see you, ecstatic even, as your sight was the only thing he wished for in the past year. Every night was spent ruffling through memories of you, snippets of how warm your embrace would feel, how your kisses would ignite a thousand fires on his soul and how you'd smile up at him as if he hung the stars.

He missed you enough to go crazy.

And you missed him too, but you were as stubborn as a mule. God, you were so bullet-headed that he could barely bring himself to look at you, guilt eating him alive from the inside, fear of never being understood laid deep within his chest.

But you understood him. Forgave him. Knew why he left, knew why he felt like he had to.

You were just so angry at him that he took your only source of happiness away from you.

"Sounds eventful." you muttered after he gave you a short recap of how his year went, chuckling to yourself a bit. Barely anything had changed for you except that you hated going home now, knowing that Bucky, your Bucky wouldn't be there to pull you into his embrace and keep you away from whatever was plaguing you all day. You used to love going back home to him back then.

Bucky kept the silence going for a little while, before reaching from under the bar to brush his fingers against yours. Even the slightest touch like that burned his eyes with tears threatening to escape, he was desperate, so desperate that he could get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, for you to give him something, anything, perhaps a hug or at the very least, a shove.

"I can't do this anymore." he admitted, tone sheepish. "I came here a couple of weeks ago, asked Colin about you- and fuck, I hoped that you'd be happy, I prayed every night for you to already have forgotten about me-" a sigh left his lips. "But hearing that you were… It broke me. It broke my heart again and I- I'm sorry. I don't- there's no excuse, but I miss you. And I love you, so much."

His voice was breaking.

You couldn't help but sniffle, and grab his hand. Your hold was firm, determined, almost filled with passion, even.

"I forgave you long ago, Buck." you whispered, the nickname washing out quite a bit of his worries as he leaned in a bit, just to hear you better. To hear you closer. "But I don't think you understand what exactly you ripped apart from me when you left. How- How could you even begin to think that I'd be happier without you?" a single tear traveled down your cheek. "As if I'm as pure as the driven snow. As if I gave you anything remotely close to what you actually deserve."

"You gave me more than-"

"No, shut up," you snapped, shaking your head. "Seriously, drop that bullshit. We were perfect for each other and you- you were just-"

You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Because you knew that it wasn't what you actually felt, it wasn't what you actually wanted to say.

With a sigh, his gaze dropped to the floor. Thinking over everything the two of you had been through. Countless nights spent with you nursing him back to the present with quiet shushes, whispers of 'I'm here, you're with me, safe'. Countless hours of your gentle fingers working shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp, patching up his bruises. You never mentioned it, never used it against him, instead talked him through the process by telling him about your day; about the flock of birds you saw by the port, about a cute snail you found stranded in the middle of the pavement and carried to safety.

About life.

You kept reminding him that there was a world around him, detached from his own bubble.

When he looked back up at you, his gaze held a thousand words that he didn't have the power to speak out loud at that moment, and a thousand stars. Which, again, you were sure that he hung, himself.

And a silent agreement surged through the both of you then.

Bucky could still walk the way to your bedroom with his eyes closed, or rather, occupied. You giggled at the realization, legs wrapping up around his waist a bit tighter but you knew that even if you let go, he'd hold you.

He was keeping you tight against him as if you'd disappear right before his eyes.

His lips didn't leave an inch untouched, shirt long gone by the living room, straps of your bra pushed down as he bit down on the thin skin near your collarbones. He imagined this moment at least a million times when he was alone, guilt seeping through his veins but even the thought of you kept him going, tight around his length as he fucked his fist, imagining, wishing, praying that it was you instead.

And although he promised himself that he'd take it slow and savor it if he ever got the chance again, that promise was long forgotten the second you pressed your lips against his.

He wasn't rushing, he had all night anyway but god, he was unhinged; uncontrollable with the way a low growl left his lips when he finally laid you down on the bed, a broken moan leaving your own lips when his clothed length pressed against your core. Your hips jumped up to meet his halfway through as you tugged on the end of his shirt to pull it up, and he allowed you to do that, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere on the floor before he reached in for a kiss.

It was wet, messy, sloppy even- but it had been way too long for any of you to care. You missed feeling his lips against yours, spit leaving a trail in between whenever the two of you parted to catch your breath. Your lower lip got caught between his teeth as he tugged slightly, not even bothering to play nice when his tongue grazed yours, hands all over your body as you squirmed under his weight. His lips traveled all the way down to your neck again, ruthless with the way he was abusing your skin, making sure that the reminders of that moment would stay for at least a day or two.

You were his, and he wasn't going to let his insecurities take you away from him this time.

Your fingers tangled through his hair, keeping him tight against your skin with a whisper of his name, body practically on fire with the way you were just so desperate to feel him against you, impossibly closer. It wasn't enough, and it felt like it'd never be.

"Baby, please," you breathed out, hardly able to even speak with how dried up your throat felt already. He only hummed against your skin, hands making their way in between the bed and your back to unclasp your bra, pulling it through your arms before throwing it elsewhere.

"Please what?" the look in his eyes made you feel like he'd give you the world at that moment if you asked, lips pink, swollen & wet. You couldn't find an answer- you were so ready to take just whatever he saw fit, mind buzzy with the way he kept grinding on you mindlessly. All those fabrics must've felt like a crowd to him too, as he pulled away a little to peel your jeans off, his own following suit. "Tell me what you want."

"You know exactly what I want, stop teasing," your tone was meant to be threatening but it came out more of a whine than anything else, as your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he landed a harsh spank on your inner thigh. "Fuck- sorry, 'm sorry," you slurred, already drunk with everything about him. "Just- please, anything."

"Been too long that you're not as vulgar as you used to be," he snickered, specifically slow as he tugged his boxers off, crawling right back to you just to trail soft & wet kisses across your abdomen, tickling you a bit but you didn't have it in you to complain. "You'd lay there for hours just begging for my cock, wouldn't you, baby?"

Your mindless nod pulled a chuckle from him as he reached further south, one kiss right above where your underwear ended before hooking a finger through the cloth, pulling it across your legs. "Kept thinking of you. Kept thinking about how wet you always got for me." he whispered, fingertips slowly leading the way to your core, now bare and drenched with expectation as you squirmed, nodding rapidly as if to confirm that.

A dragged out mewl finally left you when he ran his flesh fingers through your soaked folds, hissing out a curse before gripping your thigh and pulling you closer, face already level with your entrance. "Bucky, Bucky, baby," you mumbled, fingers treading through his hair when his tongue made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, wet fingers teasing your entrance as he savored the taste.

He wasn't as patient for much longer though, as he pulled away for a bit to let a ball of his spit fall and soak through your already damp core. Using that leverage to push two of his fingers in, he curled them slightly in the way he knew would affect you the best. The slight graze against your walls pulled a sob through you, as you threw your head back against the mattress, back arching when he trapped your clit in between his lips again, sucking and licking until you were reduced to a whimpering mess beneath his hold. Your cries weren't as silent anymore as you moaned out his name, louder than you meant to, the time spent apart definitely showing its effects as you could already feel a familiar coil forming.

The only thing that could be heard throughout your rather quiet apartment was the slurping sounds of his lips against your core, groans that left him when he grazed his clothed length against the mattress and your loud pleas, screams of his name with a few tears escaping. It was too much, it was too less, it was perfect and everything in between as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, abusing your clit in a way that you'd only let him.

That coil didn't take too long to snap, vision blurry until white, his stubble glistening under the dim light with your essence. He felt every single bit of his body taken over with primal urge, wanting to taste you and use you until you couldn't even form a thought, but good lord, he tried too hard to push that back and show you just how much he missed you. Your body was still shaky as he helped you ride through the high, sensitive to the touch, flinching and squirming without much effort.

The harmony between the two of you was impossible to miss when he pushed himself up and forward just to find you awaiting him there, lips parted and tongue out to be given what you deserve. Bucky let a mix of his spit and your wetness fall on your tongue then, as you swallowed it all down with gratitude, body melting against his when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a moment to recover. "Tell me you love me."

You couldn't reply properly then, only a soft whine leaving your lips before his metal fingers suddenly wrapped around your neck, squeezing from both sides slightly to pull that answer out of you. "Love you so much," you dragged out, a bit woozy. "More than anythin'."

His smile was animalistic as he lined his length up with your entrance, running the tip along your folds to spread your wetness around, your shaky intake of breath indicating just how sensitive you got from only one orgasm.

He wanted more.

"Love you more, baby." he whispered before pushing the tip in, the stretch causing you both to groan in unison as he slowly bottomed out, pulling out a bit just to thrust right back in. "Fuck, still so tight for me. You were made for me, weren't you?"

You could only nod, unable to form any coherent sentences at that moment as your lips parted, gasps leaving through with every single thrust until he got a little meaner. Your gasps left their place for broken moans and sobs then, the force of him on top of you pushing you deeper into the mattress, the guttural groans leaving his lips jerking you further towards the edge of completely losing your self-control.

This is not where you expected to end up tonight, but you were so ready to thank every single supreme being you could think of.

His grip on your neck got tighter, free arm used to keep his body up on top of you as you held onto him for your life, nails definitely leaving marks through his back and shoulders when you dug in. He didn't mind, if anything, the pain only made him want to ruin you harder, keep you sore for days just to return to you whenever he saw fit. His hot breath rhythmically hit your neck as he gasped against the skin, hips drilling into you with so much force that the intensity got you shaking again.

Metal fingers trailed down in between your bodies to circle your clit, harsh material forcing a louder moan out of you as you spread your legs a bit wider for him, the stretch burning through your joints. You were dangerously close already, clenching around his length uncontrollably, intense enough to elicit dragged out and loud moans from him.

"Good fucking girl," he growled against your ear, soft pants leaving his lips as he took a deep breath. "Come for me, c'mon. Give me what I want." his words barely made any sense to you, as you were way too preoccupied with the loud sounds you let out, mind busy trying to fight off the fog that took over.

And that fog didn't dissipate until it was finally too much to take in, a heavenly sense of relief surging through your body with heavy tremors, breath held behind a gasp and eyes rolled close. He wasn't too far behind, pace already faltering when his moans got even more broken, unable to keep it together with the tight grip you had on his length as he pushed deep and filled you up- right to the brim.

With your neck free from his hold, and his weight no longer on you but next to you- you could open your eyes again. Both of you were still panting, trying to recover from what just happened- and speaking of that, Bucky's eyes were on your blissed face, looking for any sort of regret but all he could see when you finally looked up at him was pure happiness in your eyes.

You were still capable of looking at him like he hung the stars for you.

A smile broke out on his lips before he pulled you close, sticky bodies wrapping around one another but you were too high to care, especially when he ran his fingers all over your body and pressed his lips against yours. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," you chuckled wearily. "Really good."

"I'm glad." with his soft whisper, you closed your eyes again. "You can go to sleep if you want, I'll clean you right up and cuddle you."

You wanted to go back to sleep. Hell, you could sleep all day if left unsupervised but seeing Bucky under the morning light, fast asleep with soft snores leaving him was a sight to behold.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

Your fingers went up to caress his face, tracing his features as a sigh left your lips. He was so beautiful, looked so peaceful and you were really torn between wanting him to wake up and wanting him to get some rest. But the latter didn't seem to be happening anytime soon as he smiled, eyes still closed, just a sleepy hum leaving him. "Morning," he spoke, voice a little raspy from all that sleep.

"I love you." you whispered, smiling along when he opened his eyes and nodded. He knew, he never for once doubted your love- not because you were a master at reminding him that every day but because he always felt it in his bones when you were around.

"I love you too, so much," he whispered back. "And I'm never ever leaving the love of my life again."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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bopbopstyles · 2 years ago

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I JUST WANT A LOVER PT.2

RATING: R/smut (graphic sex, nipple play, lil holding of wrists above head)

WORD COUNT: 4.3k (and like 90% smut just for y'all b/c i couldn't stop myself i'm a slut <3 also i did not edit this sorry not sorry)

CATEGORIES: one night stand!harry

PT. 1 | MASTERLIST | TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

a/n: SURPRISE BITCHES!!!!!! y'all loved pt1 so much that i just couldn't help myself. perhaps not my finest work, but banged this out in like two hours for you all. luv u bunches, hope this is the happy ending you wanted (plus 95% smut including some JUICY lil thangs) XOXO thank you so much for the support of IJWAL — missed y'all <3

“I have a secret.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, slotting his lower body between yours. You could feel his cock brush against your center deliciously, and it’s like it hadn’t been inside you less than twelve hours ago from the way your body lit up. “I might tell you, but only if you’re really, really nice to me.”

He nosed at your forehead with his nose, tilting your head back slightly so he could look directly into your eyes. You loved when guys could match you with banter, could be all fun and playful after a hookup. Otherwise it was just awkward. So, you played along. “Nice, hmm?” You said, lifting your hands from their spot on the sheets and trailing your fingertips up his sides.

The way Harry’s body tensed immediately caught your eye, and you loved it. The fact that you had the same effect on him that he had on you did wonders for your self esteem, and encouraged the playful fire burning in your stomach.

“Wonder how I could be nice to you,” you teased, splaying your fingers across his torso and and pressing gently into the skin, watching his abdomen muscles ripple under your pressure.

“I could think of a few ways,” he breathed out, eyes darting all over your face.

It's the morning after and they're both really into each other (still)

In the morning, you learned, Harry was far too chipper. You were usually a gremlin until you’d had at least one cup of coffee, at which point you reached everyone’s-favorite-neighborhood-grump status, and after at least two hours of being awake you were usually finally able to have a conversation without grimacing repeatedly at how much you didn’t want to speaking.

So therefore, waking up to find Harry stretched out next to you scrolling TikTok with a smile on his face was not quite your favorite start to the morning. At least, on paper. But for some reason, when he looked over and smiled at you, you couldn’t help but think you might reach your nice stage a little faster this morning.

“Morning,” Harry said, locking his phone and placing it on his bedside table. “Sleep okay?”

You pushed your hair out of your face and sat up, scooting backward until your back hit his headboard. “Apart from you being the hottest human known to man and roasting the whole night, yeah.”

He grinned at you. “Hottest, eh?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I meant temperature-wise, you idiot.”

Harry chuckled and reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a glass of water. “Here, got this for ya.” He passed it to you, fingers brushing yours as you took the glass from his grip. Even though the two of you had sex last night, you couldn’t help but notice how warm and soft his hands were, and how they sent a shiver ripping down your body.

“Thank you,” you told him, glancing around the room. Last night you’d only seen in the partial darkness, the only light while you’d been having sex coming in from the street—which was enough to see Harry in all of his glory, but not enough to make out the intricate details of his room.

It was covered in art, you quickly noticed. Not framed, valuable, and hung art, but sheets of drafting paper with sketches on them, little napkins with drawings, and smaller watercolors. You could tell that there was a recurring style of drawing and painting across the papers, but not necessarily all the same—they could’ve been done by multiple people. In the corner was a record player, an old and nice one, you thought, and a set of speakers with too many records to fit in the storage unit he had. They were in stacks on the ground next to the turntable, spines out so you could see the name of the record. That, you thought, tracked with what he’d told you—that he was a musician and worked in a record store.

At the end of the bed was his dresser, with the hem of shirts poking out from drawers and the top scattered with various items. Nail polish, a dish of tons of vintage rings, a couple of necklaces hanging from pins in the wall. A couple bottles of cologne, and a stack of books with a photo frame on top. Above the dresser was a circular mirror, and in it you could see yourself and Harry perfectly. In fact, a little too perfectly—your hair was sticking in all directions after having gotten wet in the shower and there was a rim of black from old mascara under your eyes you’d been too lazy to scrub off last night. Harry, on the other hand, looked perfect with his five o’clock shadow and pink lips begging to be kissed, hair tousled like it was meant to be like that.

You ignored your reflections, enjoying your perusal of his room, and turned to see his desk on the other wall of the room, where two large windows by New York City standards stood, letting in morning light through heavy curtains. There were papers all over the desk, black ink scribbles scattered across them, and a stack of black leather notebooks in the corner next to a cup of black pens (all the same kind, he must have a type). A computer sat on the desk, covered by paper, as well as a very fun mushroom lamp that make you smile.

“So?” You turned back to Harry, confused. “What’s your assessment?”

“Of what?”

“My room you were obviously just investigating.”

Oh. He had been watching you explore his space. “That you’re very artistic?”

He smiled, and then replied with a nod. “That’s true.”

“Are those drawings all yours?”

He shook his head. “A lot of them are my sister’s. She’s older, and sends them to me in a care package once a month. Her way of showing me the world around her. Been doing it since she was at university, so what’s up in a mixture of stuff from years. The others are mine.”

It was sweet, you thought, how close he seemed to be with his sister. “Is she an artist?”

“Nah, she’s teaching history. Unlike me, she decided that it was better to keep her artistic passions just for herself. She told me once that she didn’t believe in that whole idea that if you do something you love for your job you never work a day in your life. She told me’ It’s still work at the end of the day,’ so she just does it in her free time. Kind of jealous she can do that.”

You rotated slightly onto your side, able to look at him better “You can’t?”

“It’s funny, for a long time I never thought I’d do anything related to music. But then it was like it kept begging me to try it out. For a while I thought that my friends were playing a joke on me because every pub night I went to there was an open mic night.” You laughed at that, and he smiled at you. “And there was this feeling that the music was just spilling out of me. It would come to me at the funniest times, especially on the subway or when I was walking home, and I’d have to write it down or it’d never get out of my head. So I finally just decided to take it as a sign.”

“That’s really amazing,” You told him, meaning every word. He looked suspicious of your statement though. “To have something that you are that passionate about. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about something. Always wanted to. Thought there was something wrong with me, even, that I didn’t have a passion like all my other friends.”

Then, Harry did the sweetest thing you’d ever had happen to you during a one night stand. He reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear that had escaped, his fingertips trailing down your neck as he withdrew his hand. It was like he craved your skin as much as you where craving touching his, with his chest exposed, his many tattoos on display.

Finally, he spoke, and when he did, his voice was rougher than it had been before. “You’re not missing out,” he said. “Sometimes I wish I could shut it off. Would make life a hell of a lot easier.”

His words were so raw, so honest.

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat. “Isn’t this intimate for a morning after conversation.”

You laughed, pushing gently against his shoulder. “Hey, I thought it was cute.”

“Just what every man wants to hear first thing in the morning,” he answered, rolling towards you and propping himself up on his wrists so he was hovering over you. “I have a secret.”

“Oh?”

“Wonder how I could be nice to you,” you teased, splaying your fingers across his torso and and pressing gently into the skin, watching his abdomen muscles ripple under your pressure.

“I could think of a few ways,” he breathed out, eyes darting all over your face.

“Oh yeah?” You pushed at his right shoulder, forcing him back to his pillow and onto his back. With ease, you sat up and slotted your knees on either side of his hips. But you didn’t rest yourself on his body, instead you hovered above him, suddenly thankful for the pilates you’d become obsessed with lately, because your legs didn’t shake immediately. “Wonder if I could guess a couple of them.”

Harry’s eyes were wide, staring at you. His gaze was locked on your tits, which were uncovered and bare for him to see, and you loved the attention, the feeling of warm from his gaze on your body. “I think you might be onto something.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, gently lowering onto his bare cock and brushing delicately up and down on him, the friction making both of you moan. Then, you lifted right back up, hovering on your knees, with Harry staring up at you in disbelief. However, he didn’t make a sound, just watched you, mesmerized.

You reached below you and held his length in your hand, running your hand up and down, watching the muscles in his jaw clench with every stroke. Then, you lifted his tip and brushed him against your slit, which by this point was most definitely wet. And you knew he could feel it.

The sound that left his throat as you ran his tip along you slit but not inside it sent your brain into overdrive. You barely resisted the temptation to slip him inside, but you wanted to tease him, to make him beg to fuck you. That desire managed to help you hold onto your sanity as you slipped just the very smallest amount of his tip inside of you and then rose up out of reach.

The man below you whined when you lifted up, his hands curling around your thighs and tightening. “Fuck,” he breathed out. “Fuck.”

But you weren’t done. You rested his cock flat on his hips and lowered yourself down, rubbing your pussy back and forth on his length, and letting yourself get lost in the feeling. Because you could come to this feeling alone—the feeling of his skin, the warmth of him, the way his tip notched in your clit and made you bite your lip delicately. Your head dropped back and your hands crept up your body, fingers pulling and kneading at your breasts. At this point any semblance of self-consciousness had left you and you were consumed in your own pleasure, in chasing your own orgasm regardless of who was there to witness it.

In fact, if Harry’s hands hadn’t slipped under yours, you could’ve forgotten he was even there. But then his fingers crept under yours and pushed your hands off your breasts, and his own replaced yours. His fingers were rougher than yours, the tip of his thumb calloused from pressing down on his guitar strings, and you loved how it felt on your skin. The rough graze of skin on yours, and the way his hands were larger than yours and could hold more of your breasts in his hands. And then he started to knead them and your mouth dropped open a tad, just enough for a whimper to escape your throat.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, the pet name dropping from his mouth and melting into your veins, filed away for your fantasies later, once you were truly on your own. The way it sounded coming from his lips, the way the syllable left his tongue.

His tongue. Your head perked up and you found his eyes, which were already staring at you. You wanted his tongue. You bent your head and down and his lips rose to meet yours, crashing together in the press of need and desire. His lips parted with ease when you brushed against them with the tip of your tongue, and then you had access to what you wanted. When his tongue touched yours, you curled your fingers in his hair and pulled gently, the feeling of being consumed by him taking over. Your hips were still moving back and forth, and you just needed more and more of him. It wasn’t enough.

“More,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead to his, hands on his shoulders for leverage.

“What do you want, angel?” A new pet name that you filed away.

What did you want? You thought about it for a split second and let the first thought that flashed into your mind take hold. When you needed to finish, the thing that always put you over the edge was a tad bit of pain. Your favorite, by far, when you were like this—touch starved and needy—was on your nipples, though.

So you grabbed his hands, and maneuvered them so his thumbs and forefingers caught around your nipple, and pressed the together. The pain shot through you in a delicious way—not too intense, but enough to make your pussy tighten at the sensation.

Harry let out a sound that you couldn’t place. Somewhere between a groan and a whine and the sound of your name. “That, hmm, baby? Like a bit of pain?”

You nodded so fast, not wanting him to stop.

“Fuck, okay. Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” You nodded once more, and then you lost yourself in the feeling.

He varied the pressure, giving your nipples a break but then pressing harshly so it always felt like a jolt of pain—which is exactly what you liked. The surprise. It made your hips speed up in time, head lolling from side to side as breathy moans escaped your mouth, sounding something like his name.

You hadn’t had this feeling in a minute, and you missed it. The all-consuming feeling of chasing an orgasm with someone else, of the combination of friction and pain, your absolute favorite that never failed you.

“You are so hot,” he mumbled, quietly and almost to himself. But you heard it.

And it happened to toss you right over the edge. The pressure on your nipples was too much and you could feel how hard he was, and the wetness of you made you slide right along his ridges and fuck it was too much. You crashed into an orgasm, a fire of glory that left your body quivering, fingers tightening on Harry’s shoulders. “Fuck,” you breathed out shakily, eyes opening after the shocks quieted in your system.

They found Harry immediately, his gaze on yours. “Good?”

“Mhmm,” you answered, twirling your fingers at the nape of his neck where his hair was. “You’re good at that.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re better—nearly came watching that.”

“Yeah?” You reached down and brushed your fingertip over his tip.

His hips jolted at the touch, hands tightening from their new location on your hips. “Good lord, woman, gonna kill me.”

You cocked your head to the side. “I hope not. Was hoping to have another round.” You don’t think he realized he did it, but his tongue slipped out and wiped across his lips.

“I’d be—fucking hell.”

You’d slipped him inside of you mid-sentence, so fast he didn’t realize it. And the feeling of him inside of you was absolute fucking heaven. You were still tight from your orgasm and dripping, and he was rock hard—the triple threat meant that your body shook ever so slightly at the feeling, your sensitivity making how good he felt send you into overdrive. Gently, you rose up, slipping your ankles onto the tops of his thighs to gain leverage, and then back down.

The way he bore so deep inside of you made you groan, low and deep. And with that, you were moving without even realizing it—and then Harry was above you.

He’d flipped you on your back.

And with one look at his eyes, you knew there was no way he was going to let you move an inch. His gaze was ravenous, like a caged animal just freed. His eyes were devouring you, taking every morsel of you.

Then, he started to move.

His hips snapped forward and you cried out from how intense it was, the cry quickly turning into a flurry of moans and his name, falling from your mouth without pause as he fucked you hard. It was intense and delicious. His cock brushed so deep inside of you that it made your eyes roll back (not that you’d admit that to him), the pace he set forcing your hands to scramble across his skin to find something to hold onto. You ended up deciding on the duvet cover you’d slept under, hands above your head and fingers curled in the material, mouth dropped open in a silent scream that you couldn’t quite find the air for in your lungs because he was fucking it all out of you.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled, yet another phrase in the mess of words leaving his mouth in that low, gravely, delectable voice of his. That was quickly followed by, “Your pussy feels like heaven” and “Never leaving, I swear to God”.

Somewhere in that train of words, you realized that he was bare inside of you.

You had been the one to put him inside of you, but you had obviously been to fucked out of your mind to even realize it, because now he was completely bare inside of your pussy.

“Harry,” you said. “You forgot a condom.”

The man, to his credit, immediately stilled inside of you. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Didn’t—how the fuck didn’t I realize that? Would like to at least be conscious when I get to feel your pussy bare for the first time.” He looked at your face. “Now I understand why you feel so good. Fuck—um, can you grab one? In the drawer on your right side.”

You looked at him, looking at you, and felt the clench of your walls around his bare cock, and made an incredibly impulsive decision. “You clean?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “You?”

“Yes. And have an IUD. Keep going, please—just don’t come inside.”

“Fuck,” he said, and then he resumed his relentless pace. “Promise, angel—promise I won’t. Where do you want me to come, baby?”

“My tits,” you replied without a pause, and that made the gorgeous man above you groan harshly, one of his hands traveling up your body to tweak your nipple. You let out a squeak and then a moan as he continued, obviously using his newfound novel of your kinks to his advantage.

“I love your breasts, goddamn,” he said, each word enunciated by a separate thrust.

You could feel droplets of sweat dropping onto your skin, the sign of his exertion, and you loved the feeling. Loved watching him come undone above you. Craving him deeper, you lifted your legs and curved your calves around his hips, tugging him higher up your body and deeper inside you. Both of you groaned deeply, and then he did something you didn’t expect, but were immediately intoxicated by.

He reached up to where your hands were curled in the duvet, and pushed your wrists together, and then wrapped his hand around them, holding your hands above your head. Most of his weight was in his other hand which was on the bed, so it didn’t put too much pressure on your wrists, but just enough to where you knew he was using the leverage to keep you in place. And it made your eyes flutter shut and hips arch up into him.

The combination of all of this made his pace pick up, a stream of words falling from his mouth as he fucked you hard and fast and deep, just how you wanted it. You loved how talkative he was while he fucked you, something most men weren’t.

Your second orgasm was rising quickly, rippling through your body and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, those green eyes finding yours immediately. “Gonna come,” you informed him, pussy tightening as if on command.

His grip on your wrists tightened and he fucked you harder, a brutal pace that had you calling out his name, not even thinking about the fact that he definitely had roommates, because all you wanted was your orgasm, and you wanted everyone to know he gave it to you.

Just as you came, your orgasm ripping through you like an unstoppable wave, Harry pulled himself out of you and you dropped your legs immediately, knowing he was going to come. He moved up the length of you and you scooted down, out of breath and panting from your orgasm but wanting his come on your breasts anyway. He tugged twice on his length and then come was painting stripes on your skin, warm on your clammy skin.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, hovering above you, panting.

You smiled up at him, and when his hands released your wrists you reached down, pushing a forefinger through the streaks of come on your chest. Harry watched in awe as you brought your finger to your mouth, savoring his taste—salty and delicious.

“You,” he said, eyes on your mouth. “You are amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you replied, gazing up at him, wondering how you would be able to give him up. You were addicted.

Two hours later, after an Uber Eats delivery for some coffee and bagels which were consumed in bed before Harry went down on you again, pulling yet another orgasm from you, and a very heated makeout session, you were tugging on your coat in his room. Harry was pulling on a pair of pajama pants, and when he placed a pair of glasses on his nose you smiled.

“Didn’t know you wore glasses,” you told him.

“Lots of things you don’t know about me.” He moved toward you and wrapped his hands around your hips, tugging your body into his. Your mouth met his with ease, a kiss more gentle than the previous ones dancing across your lips that made you smile.

Stepping back, you said, “Thanks for breakfast.”

He nodded, and with another glance around his room, you followed him out of the bedroom and into the living room of his apartment. It was quiet—most likely his friends were either not awake still or hiding in their bedrooms. If you were his roommate, you’d definitely be hiding right now.

The apartment was cramped, like every other New York apartment, but homey. Knick knacks and proof of life were scattered across all surfaces, random scraps of paper, a guitar pick here and there, some books, a plant or two. For a couple of guys, it wasn’t too bad.

“So,” he said when you two reached the door. “I—uh—I had a lot of fun with you.”

You smiled at him, taking sincere joy in the awkwardness in his stance. He was so confident and forward all night and this morning, so seeing him like this made you grin. “I had fun too, Harry.”

He returned your smile, and reached down to curl his fingers in the top of your skirt. “Would you want to learn all those things about me?” You cocked your head at his statement, and then he quickly clarified. “That you don’t know. Like, over coffee.”

This man was asking you out on a date. A rarity for a one night stand.

Even though you’d only gotten out of a relationship relatively recently, this man intrigued you. He was funny, kind, creative, and an absolute dream in bed. And he was fucking gorgeous. The banter helped too. You looked at him, studying the gleam in his eyes, and then nodded.

“I’d love to.”

That made his smile grow even wider, and then he leaned down, attaching his lips to you in a kiss somewhere between sweet and full of desire, like he was remembering what your night held and was curious for the future. When he pulled away, he reached into his pocket for his phone. “Number, please.”

You typed in the digits as requested, and took it upon yourself to slide the phone back into his pocket, taking the opportunity to squeeze gently at his ass. It made him laugh, that laugh that lit up your body. “See you soon,” you told him, stealing one more kiss before opening the door and walking into his hallway.

He stood in the doorway, shirtless in just a pair of pajama pants, hair beautifully ruffled, and watched you walk down the hall. The whole way you could feel his eyes on you, and it made your skin sing.

Once you stepped onto the street, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you glanced down to find an unknown number on your screen.

“Free at 2?”

It was noon.

You laughed into the streets of New York before replying with a Yes. The future, you thought to yourself before setting off for your own apartment, was full of possibility.

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Hey on your requests open Paige, all of those girls. Can do do an imagine where lets say you flinch during an argument with them or they hit you at some point. I'm curious how the characters would react to what they've done or if they react at all.

Only if your comfortable of course if fantasy violence makes you uncomfortable please ignore this request thank you!

Wednesday Addams

You were concerned about her safety when it came to investigating the hyde. There were already a couple close calls and it gave you anxiety. Enid was staying with Yoko so you had taken the chance to try and talk to Wednesday and see if she could be a little less reckless in her investigation.

No such luck.

The conversation turned into an argument. You were both pacing around each other. Wednesday whirls around to yell at you, eyes with murderous intent. You flinched. Hard.

The sudden movement made it seem like she was going to strike you despite not having moved her arms at all. The piercing glare shot through you the second you witnessed it. Your arms went up to protect your face and you immediately dropped into a ball.

A pause.

A breath.

You feel hands around your wrists trying to pull your arms away from your face. Your struggle before hearing soft shushes that calm you. You look and see Wednesday's apologetic face.

"I will kill whoever made you feel you need to hide from a loved one."

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Quinn Fabray

"Quinn, you need to get your shit together!"

You had been following Quinn down the school hall. You thought she was back to her usual self after her skank phase, but that wasn't true. Now she seems to be going further off the deep end.

"Quinn, stop ignoring me. You know this is wrong and running away isn't going to st-"

A slap interrupts you. One that echoes down the empty hall. The blonde had whirled around and struck your face out of sheer annoyance. Why couldn't anyone understand that she had to do these things to get her life back to the way it was. Back to when it was worth something to be her.

"Right..." You manage to get out. Your face stung, but your heart broke. "Fine. I guess you're gonna have to do what you need to, huh?"

Your eyes water but you refuse to let the tears fall. The image of Quinn begins to blur before you. Was holding onto her still worth it? She hadn't even said a word to you. Guess you weren't worth it for her.

"Get back to me when you wise up." You turn around and start to walk away. "Or not."

You miss the tears falling from hazel eyes.

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Jade West

It was normal to hear an argument involving one Jade West. But an argument with you left others baffled. Jade was being stubborn and it caused her foul mood to bleed out into the rest of her life. For today, the argument was meaningless. For some innocuous reason that looking back, you couldn't even remember.

You knew the mood that Jade must've been in when she suddenly branishes her scissors and whips them around, accidentally cutting your cheek. The sharp pain startles you and the blood trailing down your cheek catches Jade's attention.

"Y-you just..." You couldn't believe it. You were the only person she never threatened with her scissors. Even when she had them out, the point was always away from you. The only thought in your head was to get away. So you ran without a backwards glance.

Later on, you're in your room. The cut was cleaned and bandaged. Excuses were fabricated so your mother wouldn't worry. Your mood wasn't all that great though. The thought of possibly losing Jade and her relationship devastated you. But if she hated you enough to actually cut you, maybe it was time to part ways.

A knock drew your attention and it wasn't from your door. You look out your window and see a frazzled Jade there. Another insistent knock forces you out of your bed as you open the window.

"Jade? What are you doing here?"

Almost immediately, her hands are on your cheeks and she pulls you into a kiss. Gentle murmurs of apology spill out each time her lips leave you. When she sees the banged cut, she lays her lips on it, almost feather-light.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an automatic response and you were closer than I thought and I was so surprised that I didn't say anything then a-"

You stop her with another kiss.

"You wanna stay and watch a movie?"

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Hermione Granger

There's a groan that fills the common room as Hermione makes her way in, followed by Ron and Harry chattering away. You had been lounging on the couch with a book hand. Now your attention was with the trio walking in.

"So how does that work? You just kick one ball into one goal? And you run? No brooms? That's bloody boring." You pipe up to interrupt Ron's ranting.

"I mean, it's entertaining when you don't have magic."

"Psssh. Everything is better with magic. I dunno how muggles do it." Hermione responds this time.

"Ingenuity and creativity. Magic isn't the solution to everything."

"Oh yeah? I doubt it."

You had been sneaking up behind Ron. Once he said those words, you had him in a headlock. When he tried to reach for his wand, Harry knocked it aside. His protests and your laughter filled the common room.

"Whatcha gonna do now, Weasley?" You taunt. When you look up, you see Hermione rolling up a piece of parchment.

"It's about time you stop bad mouthing Muggle things, Ron."

She winds up and goes for a swing. Right at that moment, Ron jerks his head out of your grasp and you end up with a hard thwack against your face. As Ron and Harry are laughing, Hermione is by your side, apologizing. She fills your cheek with so many kisses that you had to push her away with a giggle.

"I'm fine, love. You hit like a damn cricket player though. Ooof."

-----+++++-----

Tifa Lockhart

Usually working at Seventh Heaven was a quiet affair. Just a bunch of hard workers coming in for an after work drink and a warm meal. It was never a hard thing for Tifa to handle, especially with you around to help.

However, today seemed to be a day for a whole gang to come into the bar and take up almost half of the bar floor. They were a rowdy bunch, constantly yelling and throwing things. More than a few glasses were broken and Tifa lamented the cost to replace them. At some point, someone slapped her ass and you saw red.

You vault over the bar and take hold of your fighting sticks. The first strike, however, was with your foot. Before anyone knew it, a full on brawl was happening. Somehow Biggs and Wedge got caught up in it. Jessie was egging everyone on. You and Tifa were back to back in the eye of the storm.

"Did you really have to start all this? You know the repairs are gonna be a lot."

"I know. But they disrespected you. I can't stand by and let that happen."

When a couple guys rush you, you whip them with your sticks, rapid fire strikes creating welts on their skin. You had your usual strategy of hitting and running, letting your stamina outdo your opponent's. One guy did manage to catch you though and hold you up. It didn't take long to get out of his grip, but the resulting fumble caused Tifa's ongoing kick to slam right into your side, sending you flying out of the bar.

You barely register the fact that Cloud and Barrett entered the bar to finish things as you slam against the ground. As the crowd disperses, you sit up with a groan. Before you could fall back again, a warm body is pressed against you, cradling you gently.

"Sorry... I usually am able to pull my strikes," Tifa apologies. You just shrug.

"To be fair, I deserve it for starting the fight."

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