#i see a woman with prominent eye bags/dark circles and think that's hot

[thaliagrayce]

do NOT understand why will was complaining about nico's dark edgy powers. the pro to dating the king of all emo kids is that you get to date the king of all emo kids. whats not clicking

[tteokdoroki]

all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and  end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy​ for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

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katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him. 

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

 he knew  from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.  

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing. 

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap. 

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair. 

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him. 

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan. 

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do,  yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a  breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole. 

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you. 

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix  as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length. 

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free.  the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.  

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking  head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air.  “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer. 

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé.  “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,”  he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin. 

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame. 

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast. 

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ). 

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon. 

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected. 

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day. 

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder. 

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways.  “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips. 

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ). 

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus.  his hand still holds onto yours though. 

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved. 

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ). 

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one;  it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless. 

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only. 

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest. 

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always.  “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki. 

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame. 

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today. 

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses. 

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you. 

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“  bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants. 

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on. 

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.

[apocalypticbadass]

I F**king Love You

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A/N: hi friends! here’s my first post lol, yes it’s a smut if that tells you anything about me. this one’s pretty light because i had the idea at work and thought it was cute, but plenty more hardcore stuff is coming ;) there’s never enough Cullen smut out there, so hopefully i’ll have the drive to keep writing more. let me know if you guys like this, or if you have any requests, i would be so happy to take those!

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Description: Reader comes home from work exhausted, Emmett knows just how to fix her up and make her feel alright.

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, cursing, ur fav himbo Emmett Cullen.

Word Count: 1.72k

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Emmett cradled (y/n) in his arms as she groaned, her phone alarm shrilly announcing that it was time for her to get ready for work. The girl nearly slunk off of her and her boyfriend’s shared bed. After she slipped on jeans and a work shirt, she turned back to her vampire boyfriend. (Y/n) straddled him and tangled her fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

“Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.”

“I’ll make it worth your while when you come back, beautiful.” Emmett said suggestively.

“Yes please. Need you to fuck me really good, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” (Y/n) whined, now 100x more reluctant to go to work.

He smirked and let his mind wander for a moment. “That I can do, babygirl. Just be good for daddy and go to work for a few hours first, then this cock is all yours. ‘kay honey?”

She smiled humorously, pulling him in for one last kiss. “Yeah, yeah. If it’ll get me fucked real good I’ll do anything.”

Emmett’s massive hands gave her butt a quick squeeze. “Your ass looks bangin’ in those jeans, babe.”

“Thank you, bubba.” She giggled, kissing the tip of his nose sweetly. “I love you, I’m off.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Have a good shift.”

Even though (y/n) ended up having a pretty routine shift at work, her feet were killing her and everything seemed to be getting on her nerves today. She barely had the energy to walk out to her car. Tears began to prick her eyes as she thought about Emmett and how he was probably getting ready for her arrival. She knew for a fact that she was far too tired to have the sex she promised tonight, but wanted to avoid disappointing her boyfriend at all costs. (Y/n) shut the door of her car and drove home listening to the radio, trying not to be too upset. After driving all the way home on autopilot, she parked and entered hers and Emmett’s home, dumping her bags by the door. She trudged upstairs before sighing and pushing the bedroom door open slowly.

There he was. Emmett sat shirtless on their bed with a warm smile on his features, ready to welcome (y/n) home. The way his abs rippled as he perked up at the sound of her made the girl’s mouth water, but her eyes began to do the same.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Emmett was at (y/n)’s side in a flash, picking his girlfriend up like a child and hooking his index finger under her chin so they were eye-to-eye. “Talk to me, sugar.”

(Y/n)‘s lip trembled before she spoke “Em, I’m really tired, too tired to have sex. But I’m so angry with myself because I really didn’t want to disappoint you and I know you were looking forward to sex and I promised sex so I feel terrible not following through and I-”

Emmett cut her off gently with a sweet kiss, they could both taste the tears that had begun to stream down (y/n)‘s cheeks. “Sweetheart, please calm down. I’m not disappointed in the slightest. You really think I would be mad because you stood up for yourself and changed your mind? It was simply an incentive to go to work, just so if you needed something to look forward to, I would be there. We can have sex another time, my love, we do it almost every day.” He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and wiping tears away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was just stressing me out because the amount I want you isn’t even funny, I just don’t have the physical energy tonight.”

You could almost see the lightbulb that turned on above Emmett’s head. “I have an idea. If you’re stressed and you still want me to make you cum, I would be happy to put my mouth to work. Only if you want me to, of course.”

The change in (y/n)’s heartbeat and breathing told the vampire right away what her answer was. However, she wouldn’t give it to him that easy. “But then you’re not getting anything out of it! That’s what I’m upset about, I promised you pleasure and I didn’t deliver.”

“Are you kidding me? You think eating your pussy isn’t pleasurable for me? I could prolly cream my pants just eating you out and listening to the noises you make for me.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and her jaw fell slack. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

He smirked. “Is that a yes, princess?”

“Yes please, Em, that would be so nice.”

Emmett gave her a quick eskimo kiss and they teamed up to remove all of (y/n)’s clothing, besides her panties. He flashed her a wide grin before gently flipping her onto her stomach. His strong hands massaged circles down her back as he kissed her neck. She moaned almost immediately as his fingers worked the stress out of her body. Emmett’s thumbs came to circle the small of her back as he sucked marks into her shoulder blades. He cupped her butt with his two hands and felt that for a moment before placing her on her back and pressing his lips to hers. 

“I love you so much.” He murmured, trailing his lips down her neck and collarbones, stopping for a moment to pay some attention to each nipple. He truly was the king of foreplay, making sure she was completely turned on before they started anything. As his lips made contact with (y/n)’s hipbones, his thick fingers brushed against her clothed core. He could feel just how soaked she was, and he internally jumped with excitement. No matter how many times he got the pleasure of making her feel this way, Emmett still reflected on how lucky he was that the beautiful woman underneath him loved and trusted him with her whole body. He was sure to never disappoint.

Emmett’s hand gripped her hips lightly, and he used his thumbs to stroke the skin underneath (y/n)’s waistband, teasing her slightly, before gently pulling them down her legs and off of her. His large hands smoothed out her inner thighs and spread her legs. He paused for a moment to take in the beautiful view in front of him, her pussy glistening and ready for his mouth.

“Emmett?”

“Yes ma’am?” “Would you please hold my hand?”

Emmett’s un-beating heart simply burst with love at this moment in time. “Of course I will, kitten.”

The fingers on Emmett’s right hand intertwined themselves with those on (y/n)’s left, and he placed his other hand on her hips to steady her.

He kissed her thighs a few times before licking a stripe directly up the center of her folds and plunging his tongue deep inside of her. This earned him a breathy groan, sending a jolt straight to his cock. He hadn't realized how hard he was until this moment, but stuck it out of his mind. He would be damned if he let anything get in the way of him giving his woman a mind-blowing orgasm tonight. (Y/n)’s free hand dipped into Emmett’s dark hair, pulling at it’s roots and scratching his scalp. The vampire moaned into the touch, sending vibrations through (y/n)’s pussy. He wrapped his lips around her clit and began to lick, suck, and nip at the bundle of nerves, quickly making her fall apart underneath his touch. Emmett continued building up the pressure, pushing the girl closer to her orgasm with every move.

“Fuck, Em, please. Please, God, don't stop.” Emmett smirked into her pussy and continued at a fervent pace, noticing again how his cock ached as she said his name. He realized how true his earlier statement was about to be, as he neared his own orgasm. “Jesus Christ, baby, please! I'm so close, fuck!”

This was all it took to send them both over the edge. (Y/n) squirted all over her boyfriend’s face, and he wasted no time lapping it all up and coaxing her through her orgasm. Emmett did, in fact, cream his pants listening to the way his name fell off of her lips and feeling her tug on his curls. “Look what you did to me, babygirl.” He chuckled sheepishly and pulled his sweats down to reveal his grey boxers. A dark spot was prominent on the front of them.

“Fuck, that’s really hot.” She smiled, eyelids half-closed, sleep fighting to overcome her.

“Ah ah, no sleep yet, honey. Go use the bathroom first, no UTI’s for you.”

“God, you’re such a good boyfriend.” She smiled, cupping his cheek, which was soaked in her own arousal. “Come with me and I’ll clean off your face for you. And your dick.” (Y/n) giggled, grabbing him a clean pair of boxers and herself one of Emmett’s smallest t-shirts, which (of course) she was still swimming in. She took his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, where she pressed herself into his bare chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Look in the mirror, we look hot as hell.” His big hands slid down her back to squeeze her ass, making her laugh.

“We sure do.” He gave her a dirty kiss and slid his shirt over her body, removing his sweats and underwear as she went to go pee. Emmett used a cloth to first clean his face. Before he could reach for his cock to wipe it off, his girlfriend rushed over and sunk to her knees in front of him. Her doe eyes never left his as she sucked the cum off of his member, leaving it spotless. Emmett’s jaw dropped and he had to fight in order to not get hard again. (Y/n) tugged the boxers from his hand and tapped his ankles, asking him to step into them. She pulled them up and dropped the band low on his waist, dragging her hands up his chest before she kissed him.

“I fucking love you.” Emmett said, carrying her off to bed.

“I fucking love you more.”

[westcoastrry]

Harry neglects his wife and has to make up for

I’m practicing different POV’s. So here is this unedited 2.3k word blurb where Harry has neglected his wife because they are both overwhelmed with being new parents, and he has a lot to make up from. Also, this is unedited.

TW: SHOWER SMUT CHOMP CHOMP

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You are an independent Woman.

Harry knows this as well. You two were very excited for your first child. You glided through your pregnancy with ease. Sure, you blew up the size of a horse, feet swollen and felt like you were carrying another human inside of you (because you were), but Harry rarely really ever fussed over you.

You preferred it this way as well. You valued your independence and enjoyed having time for yourself. However, when Harry was home, you both enjoyed spending quality time with each other. Cooking, cuddling, watching movies, and pregnancy sex.

Harry loved having sex with you when you were pregnant. It was something about the way you glowed, how your boobs swelled up, and how you were constantly horny and became nineteen years old again, hooking up in every place possibly. In Harry’s office when you would go visit him when he was working late. In the back seat of the car, after you two would go grocery shopping, and he just looked too good in his black jeans and fitted sweater.

Now things have changed.

Harry has been working a lot more. Constantly in the studio working on his next album and having meetings with the record label and Jeff to figure out when exactly he needs to be finished with the album so he can start touring.

Harry kept up with his duties as a parent. He tucked your daughter in bed every night, fed her breakfast, and put her back to sleep before he left for work.

However, it seems as though Harry forgot he was also a husband as much as he was a parent.

Harry and you had a tradition to have dinner together at the table, at least three times a week. It was a rule Harry came up with himself so he can stay more grounded in his marriage and make sure he was catering to his duties as a husband.

That quickly faded when your baby girl was born.

No more talking to each other about how your day went before you both went to sleep, no more midday cuddles on the couch while watching re-runs of Grey's anatomy, and no more sex.

It's gotten to the point where you thought Harry was no longer physically attracted to you. Post-pregnancy, you gained a lot of weight and not just on your tummy but your thighs, hips, butt. You wanted to work out but had no time to fit that into your daily schedule as a mom.

God, did Harry not like your body anymore? Did he not like you?

These thoughts constantly swarmed your head, and suddenly it felt like you weren't good enough for him.

“Y/N!” Harry calls from the kitchen.

You weren't sure what time it was. You have been sleeping in since Harry has been taking over morning duties. You roll over to check the time on the clock, and it says 10:00 a.m. What is Harry doing here? He should be at work.

“Y/n,” Harry says, jogging up the stairs and opening the door up to the bedroom. “I’m going to the grocery store. Do you need anything?”

You sit up straight in your king-sized bed and rub your sleepy dry eyes. “The grocery store? What are you doing home?”

“It’s my day off love,” He reminds you. “Asked for a day off this week. Want to spend time with my kid.”

What about you?

Maybe it was the fact that Harry’s parents went through a rocky divorce, and as a kid, it made him feel ostracized by his father. When you first got pregnant, Harry had fears about not being a good enough Dad. It took a lot of encouragement from both you and Anne to show him that there is no book to parenting and you are supposed to take things one day at a time…

“Love,” Harry says again, interrupting your thoughts. “Do you need anything? I saw you ran out of the liquid iron that you take.”

“No, I’m fine. Go ahead.”

“Alright, I will be back.”

Once Harry leaves, you were going to take a relaxing shower, but Jasmine was crying, which most likely meant she was hungry, meaning Harry forgot to feed her before he left.

You frantically get out of bed to rush to the nursery, and when you pass yourself in the mirror, you don’t even recognize who you see. Your curly hair is thrown into a bun on top of your hair, and you can see how greasy it is. Your silk pajamas that once could be considered sexy are torn up from how old they are, and it didn’t help that your boobs were leaking milk last night, staining the clothes. Your face was covered in acne; whether that was from stress or pregnancy hormones was beyond you.

“Hey baby,” You whisper to Jasmine, quietly picking her up out of her crib and bringing her downstairs on the couch. “What's wrong? Are you hungry?” Wiggling your right boob out of your pajama top, you lift Jasmine's head, so she is able to latch on to your nipple to drink.

Jasmine drinks hastily, gulping down every last bit she can get. It's endearing how attached she is to you, but it's also draining. You love your job as a mom, but you also miss your job at the hospital as a nurse. You miss date nights with Harry where you get all dressed up but are always late to your dinner reservations because once Harry sees your outfit, he just has to bend you over the counter.

You miss being a wife.

“I got you iron,” Harry says, walking through the front door. “Have you been forgetting to take it? You know the doctor says you need to take it, or else your headaches and dizzy spells will come back. How long have you been out-”

Harry stops talking when he hears you start sobbing. Uncontrollable sobs that would alarm anyone if they heard them.

This was the type of cry that follows right after exhaustion. When you have yet to catch up with how fast life is moving around you.

Jasmine begins to cry along with you, and Harry drops all four Trader Joe's bags on the floor and runs over to you.

“Y/N, what's wrong? Are you hurt?”

You continue to cry, and Jasmine detaches from your nipple and wails along with you.

Harry crouches down to your level at the couch.

“Hey, Y/N, why don’t you give me Jasmine, yeah?”

“No,” you protest, wiping the tears from your face with your free hand. “She is hungry, and I need to feed her.”

For the first time since Jasmine was born, Harry physically sees how tired you are. He noticed how the color from your brown skin was drained, prominent dark circles under your eyes that you have never had before, and your usual scent that Harry absolutely adored was covered by Jasmine’s baby sickness.

“I can feed her Y/N,” Harry carefully states, examining the situation, not wanting to make you even more upset. “I will feed her. You just need to relax.”

“No,” You stubbornly hold Jasmine to your chest. It's not like you didn’t want a break. You did. But you were mad at Harry, and you just wanted to feed your daughter alone.

“Y/N. You need a break.”

“So now you notice,” You spit back at Harry, whose face runs cold. “When were you going to notice? When were you going to pay attention to me H.”

Now that just breaks Harry’s heart because he really hasn’t been paying attention to you. He can’t even recall the last time he had a conversation with you that wasn’t pretending to Jasmine or what you needed from the grocery store.

He has been a shit husband.

“Okay. I’m sorry. Let me just handle Jasmine. You can go shower.”

You take a deep breath, trying to prevent yourself from crying even more. You grab your crying baby by the armpits and push her towards your husband.

“Darlin’,” Harry starts, but you have already taken off up the stairs needing a second to compose yourself.

Harry heats a bottle for your daughter and, while he is feeding her, gives his mom a call. “Hi Mum. Could you take Jasmine for the night? Yeah, everything is fine. I think Y/N and I need some time to ourselves.”

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Anne had come to pick Jasmine up an hour later, giving Harry time to pack a bag for her. You spent a good fifteen minutes crying on the floor until you decided it was time to take a shower.

The steaming hot water felt good against your skin. Usually, there was no time to take a long nice relaxing shower, so this felt good. You had lit a few lavender candles Harry, and you received from Gemma as a wedding gift and decided that you were gonna take this time to relax. You can worry about everything else later.

“Darlin’” You hear Harry’s voice call from out the shower. “Can I come in?”

You weren't going to respond at first. But then you realized how stupid that would be, just to ignore your husband.

“Yeah.”

The door to your glass shower opens up, and Harry steps in. You don’t look at him because you know for a fact that your husband looks like a greek god without clothes on, and this was not the time to be ogling at your husband. You had to stand your ground.

“I’m sorry,” Harry huffs out. Keeping his distance from you.

“Nothing is wrong H.”

“Don't do tha’. Don’t shut down on me, petal. Please.”

“I’m not doing anything H.”

“We need to communicating Y/N. You are my wife-”

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t been acting like it.”

Harry slowly walks towards you testing his boundaries by pressing his front to your back.

“I’m sorry. You are right,” Harry admits. “I’ve been neglecting you.” Harry starts to place wet kisses on your neck, and you can’t help but lean the other way allowing Harry more space to suck on the soft skin.

“This is not something you can fix with sex Harry.”

“Know it's not,” He states. “But I need to be a better husband. Apart of that, is fucking my wife good, right?”

His hand runs up and down the curves of your body.

“Love you like this. You know that?” He whispers in your ear. “Love your body so much.”

“I- I’ve been meaning to work out," you stutter over your words. I want to get back to my old self, but I can’t seem to find the time-”

“Who cares?” Harry cuts you off. “If you want to start working out, I’m fine with that. We can do that together. But I don’t have any complaints about the way you look right now.” Harry's hand snakes to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Seriously, my love. No complaints. My baby grew in this body.”

“I will always find you undeniably sexy. Even with your hair,” Harry cheeky says when he brushes his hand over your heat and feels the stubble that's growing.

“Haven’t had time to shave,” You moan out when Harry's free hand captures your nipple and rolls it around between his thumb and index finger.

“Don't care,” Harry growls, taking the shower head off of its standing.

Harry effortlessly changes the showerhead setting with his thumb and brings it down to your heat. You jolt back against Harry, not expecting the feeling.

“Hands-on the glass.”

“Are you really in a place to be ordering me around?” You definitely say.

“Are you really in a place to be questioning my authority?”

When you don’t move, Harry takes your hands and places both of them on the glass door of the shower for you.

“Been neglecting you. You and your body. I’m sorry. But I’m going to make up for that. Promise.”

Harry brings the showerhead back down to your heat, and you swear it's a better feeling than the small pink vibrator you use when Harry is away on tour.

“Wait,” You protest, trying not to get too lost in the pleasure. “Wh- where is my kid?”

“At my mums. Now relax. I want to make you cum.”

“Harry,” You moan out when you feel his free hand grab your boob.

Your hand leaves the glass door to try and grab onto Harry’s bicep, but he quickly puts it back on the door.

“Keep em’ there.”

“Fuck, that's it H.”

The shower was fogging up, candles still burning, and your moans filling up the room. It's been a while since you had an orgasm, so you knew this one was going to come quick. It was over once your legs began to buckle.

“Hold yourself up petal. Ass up for me.”

“Can I cum, Harry, please? Fuck, I can’t hold it.”

“You're asking nicely. Good girl. But you always ask nicely, and I always give you what you want? Should I switch that up for a change?”

“No, please,” you whine. “I need to cum Harry. Please.”

“Okay doll, go ahead.”

Your orgasms ripples through your body. It’s truly a euphoric feeling, one you haven't experience in a while, so it's no surprise that your hands begin to slide down on the shower, but Harry is there to catch you.

“Shh, shh,” Harry coaxes at you. “I got you. You're okay.”

You were always one for cuddles after sex, but it was something about the way you turned around and wrapped your arms around Harry and pulled him into a deep hug that caught him off guard.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed my husband.”

Harry strokes your wet hair. “I’ve missed my wife. Missed you a lot. I’m sorry I’ve been a shit husband. I have got a lot to make up for.

“You do.”

“Let's start with dinner,” Harry suggested. “Take out. We can watch Greys Anatomy too.”

“Only if you fuck me on the kitchen countertop first.”

And that sounded like a pretty good deal to Harry.

[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. 1

⇒ Pairing: (Taehyung/Reader/Namjoon)

⇒  Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut

⇒ Words: 5,316

⇒ Tags: Noona Reader, University AU, Stalker AU, SMUT, Husband! Namjoon, Student! Taehyung, passionate sex, oral (receiving), lots of confusing shit.

Chapter One 

You hug your coat closer to your body, as your feet hurriedly make their way down the dark and empty halls of the arts department. The echo of your heels reminding you of just how badly your feet were hurting, as the effects of a full day of work hits you like a truck.

As always, you were the last one of the professors to leave the building— and while you didn't mind helping your students out at the last minute, because that is one of the things you love about your job, the extra hours you were putting in were starting to catch up to you. The dark circles under your eyes, that not even makeup could cover, were a true testament of that.

Your body shudders as soon as you open the large wooden doors, the feel of the almost-winter air crawling right under your coat and over your skin making you wish you hadn't lend your car to your sister this morning — maybe you could’ve gotten home and under the covers a whole lot sooner, snuggling up on the couch with some hot chocolate and a good book.

You smile softly towards the security guard as you pass through the school gates, waving goodbye as you walk past. Walking home in this weather would be torturous and somewhat idiotic, but it seemed now you had no choice — a cab is a must right now. So, you stick your gloved hand out in the air and waved down a taxi cab, telling the driver your address as you step into the vehicle. Leaning back against the seat, you watch with tired eyes as buildings pass and street lights blur as your shivering body takes in the warm air blowing through the vents.

The weight of the day comes crashing down, and the rocking of the car slowly lulls your mind into falling asleep with each second that goes by —that is, until the cab stops at the bottom of the hill and you realize you need to walk the rest of the way.

A whole twenty minutes of walking in the darkness.

You pay the driver as you step out of the car only to watch him peel off down the road as you turn and make your way up the small hill. The streets were almost empty save for the occasional restaurant owner closing the shop for the day.

You quickly make your way across the street, knowing that your best friend, Ramona, would still be at her bakery, preparing all kinds of treats for the next work day.

“Hey babe!” Ramona sends a smile your way as she slides one of the half-filled trays of leftover goodies out of the glass displays in front of you. “Just give me a moment, I have a few pies in the oven. Just come around back” She smiles before she hurries off into the kitchen. 

“You got anything leftover goodies from today?” You yell out, dropping your purse on one of the chairs in front of you before sliding off your coat and bag bringing it on the back of the same chair. You quickly make your way into the kitchen, instantly getting hit with the smell of cinnamon and apple. “Shouldn’t you be getting home by now?” You ask her, picking up one of the chocolate chips sitting on the counter in front of you.

“I was, but one of the guys cancelled on me last minute And with the holidays right around the corner, I can’t leave things enough for the very last minute.” She babbles frantically as she moves from stirring something to check on the oven and plating treats on their respective trays. “So, now I’m stuck preparing for tomorrow. He didn’t even have a good excuse.” Ramona grumbles. 

She stops suddenly, finally slowing down long enough to look at you. “Long day?” She finally asks, grabbing onto the bowl in front of her, “You look like shit”

“Gee, thanks.” You pose cutely for her, “Where are my leftovers, woman?” You jokingly say getting straight to the point as you look around for that little white box with the light pink bow on it that holds every delicious thing known to man.

“I knew it! You only like me for my desserts” Ramona gasps jokingly, “and here I thought it was because of my good looks and charming personality.” Ramona continues sarcastically as she pulls out the box filled with little slices of heaven from under the counter. “Here.” She hands it over before asking, “Where’s Namjoon? I thought he would’ve been there to pick you up after class.” She frowns slightly, “Isn’t your anniversary coming up?”

“Uh…” You clear your throat at the sudden question, “He had to work overtime, the office needed him for something or other. I can’t remember what exactly.” You ramble off as you open the box of what seems to be chocolate chip cookies and stuff half a cookie in your mouth. 

You and Namjoon were sort of a sore topic these days, as in you never like when people brought him into the conversation. It wasn’t that you hated him, he was your loving husband after all, you just didn’t hear from him much because he was always working – it was rare for the two of you to even be home at the same time, let alone have dinner together. You know he worked to provide a good life for the two of you, you just wish he was actually there to live it with you at least once in a while. 

“Really? I haven’t seen him around in a week.” Ramona frowns, “Everything okay with you guys?”

You love Ramona, you do - but sometimes your best friend puts her nose in your business way too often than it should be necessary. You couldn’t complain though, considering she always gave you the best advice you could ever receive. Though this time, you had already decided to keep what was happening between you and Namjoon all on your own. 

“Everything’s fine with us. I need to get going, I need to get home.” You reply, closing the box in front of you, checking your watch in passing. “Thanks for the cavities. I’ll see you.” You tell her before you make your way out of the kitchen, leaving your very confused best friend standing staring at the back of your head — wishing you would come back and finish the goddamn conversation for once. 

The weather didn’t seem to lighten up at all in the thirty minutes that you spent inside the bakery, if anything the darker it got colder it did as well. So you hurriedly made the short trip up the rest of the hill. There was something about your neighbourhood that you just loved about. Maybe it was the fact that it was so colourful and full of life during the day, while at night it became quiet and serene, the drawings that adorned the walls still gave it its own personality. 

Not to mention the years of history along the walls - being only thirty minutes away from the university meant a lot of artists left their marks on them. And the deeper into the neighbourhood you went, the older the paintings were.

Growing up here, you had also left your mark when you were younger and although you never actually told anyone, you were proud of what you had created. You don't know why you decided to keep it a secret, maybe it was the fact that it wasn't really a cop friendly activity that might've done the trick. But you wanted people to know your art, not the person behind it. 

Your husband on the other hand wasn't from around here. And when you refused to move away, you received plenty of complaints on his part - until he noticed how close the university was and the lack of traffic to his job, lack of neighbors. He didn’t have to be friendly in the sense that when he was at home – if he ever was home, he could kick back and relax. 

Your thoughts stopped suddenly as you walked past your favourite mural, it was old with its paint already fading and it wasn’t all there anymore, but for you, every time you looked at it, it felt like the first time you had given the idea life. Every stroke showed emotion, a story waiting to be told. There was no other like it, not by the same person at least — what you wish to go back to that time, to be young and naive once more. 

The minutes, unknowingly, slowly slip away from you as you stood in front of the graffiti-covered wall. Your phone’s sudden ringing from inside your purse snapping you out of it. Your eyes flicker for a second in the darkness as you take out your phone, your husband’s name lighting up the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slide your thumb across the screen and check your messages.

New Message

[6:36pm] Hubby: Something came up at work, I’ll be a bit late home tonight.

You read the message repeatedly; it was the same message he had sent two nights ago, and a week before that. It had become customary now to receive the same text, with the same wording every single time. And every single time he ended up staying in a hotel they had a meeting at or flying out to some other country leaving you to wake up to an I promise to bring you something nice or The boss gave me no choice text from him. 

You could say that you were used to it by now, you didn't question it as you didn't really think anything of it. You were in your own little world and you would stay there if needed to. 

You continue making your way up the stairs, looking out at your house in the distance; the exhaustion from being on your feet most of the day becoming more and more prominent with each and every step.

Hoisting your bag over your shoulder as you reach the front gate, your fingers trembling as they punch in the security code. “Oh, come on!” You mumble to yourself, the cold air making you run towards the front door, desperate to escape into the warmth of your house.  

You let out a deep breath, rubbing your hands together as you try to get your cold fingers to warm up. You throw everything on the couch, feeling too lazy to put everything in its place as you take off your soaked black coat and toeing off your muddy shoes before leaving them by the entrance.

“Home sweet home” You mumble under your breath as you switch the lights on in your completely empty house. You had given the maid the weekend off, knowing you wanted to stay completely alone. The reason being so you could work on your art without any distractions, not to mention all the classwork you had to catch up on.

You make your way into the kitchen, picking up the sticky note stuck on the microwave from your maid – you read it over, learning that she had left you something for dinner tonight and thanking you for giving her the rest of the weekend off. You happily warm up the food as you take a seat on the very large glass dining room table. 

Growing up, you had thought you would’ve made something of yourself by now. You had ambitions of traveling the world and viewing famous pieces of art and taking pictures of anything and everything. You wanted to meet with artists and be surrounded by different cultures. But that exciting part of your life was no more than a distant memory. This was your life now. You just had to find a way to come to terms with the idea. 

You don’t blame Namjoon, even if you had given all of that up when you decided to stay and marry him. You didn’t have to do any of this, and he didn’t ask this of you. You made this decision all on your own – there was no one to blame, but yourself in this situation. 

As the week passed by, you couldn’t help but settle into the same routine. You woke up early in the mornings, sometimes before the sun was even up, and went for a run around the neighbourhood. You ate breakfast, spent most of your day at school, then returned home late to grade papers. You did this repeatedly, day after day, until the weekend came along.

After a while, you had gotten used to being alone in the large house. You had already decided to spend the beginning of your weekend by relaxing and watching some TV before you had to really wrap yourself around your work. These papers weren’t going to be grading themselves and the more you push it off to the side the more work you would have later on. 

You took another sip of your tea, feeling content with how the now fully coloured canvas, you hum to yourself in content as you place down the brush on the table beside you.

You live for moments like this. Moments where you could just sit back and relax, not having to worry about anything or anyone. You love your job, there’s no regrets in what you were doing, but that nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you could be doing more with your life was hard to ignore.

Art was the only way you could really express yourself without having to say anything, the pictures you took and the paintings you created spoke for you. They forever encase your emotions and your thoughts and are often your escape from the real world - giving you a place to create one of your own.

The moment is interrupted when the doorbell rang throughout the house. You pick up one of the rags next to you, frowning at the sudden intrusion. You weren’t really expecting anyone, especially not this close to dinner time.

“Hello, can I help you?” You question as the woman in front of you smiles brightly. You scratch the back of your neck when you remember you were wearing one of Namjoon’s old shirts, and it was covered in fresh and old paint.

The woman in front of you bursts out laughing, “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” She squeals before throwing her arms around you, enveloping you in the tightest hug ever. You remained stiff in her arms when she began to jump up and down in, what you assumed to be, excitement.

Holding you at arm’s length, she moves your confusion from side to side, “You look so much older and prettier! Oh my, how we’ve both grown!”

“Do I know you?” You let out in a soft whisper, finally able to speak when the woman in front of you lets you get a word in.

“Oh! Right, I’m Namjoon’s sister. Well...estranged sister, we don’t really talk that much.” The woman continues to ramble on and on about how her family and Namjoon split when he decided to go in a different direction than the farm — even though you had already heard this story before from the man himself.

You haven’t heard much of anything about the missing sister, considering they just never mentioned her again. And frankly, the only reason you knew her name was because of your incessant ability of not letting things go.

“I’m sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous…” You watch as Hyuna glances back out towards the street with a troubled look on her face, which makes you become worried in return.

“Everything okay?” You ask her, finally opening the rest of the door and gesturing for her to come in. “Come on in, it’s warmer inside.” You offer her as the cold air hits you straight in the face.

“Oh, no. I’m sure Namjoon already told you, he told us to come whenever we were ready and... well, we’re ready!”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Well...Didn’t he tell you? Namjoon told me he was going to take care of his nephew, Taehyung, from now on, or at least until final exams. Taehyung has been in some trouble, so after contacting my brother, we agreed on my son coming here to live with you.” She continues, leaving you to take everything she just said in. Your husband hadn’t spoken to you in days, so of course he never mentioned any of this.

“We’d like for Taehyung to actually graduate this year. But ever since he found out he was adopted...it’s like he has decided to rebel, go against everything we ask and expect of him.” Hyuna sighs, “The divorce isn’t really helping things out either.” She mumbled under her breath before flashing you another megawatt smile, the bags under her eyes further accentuating how tired she was. “Namjoon agreed, and suggested Taehyung should have a change in scenery and repeat the year under his watchful eye.”

Watchful eye, my ass! He’s barely here as it is. — you think to yourself.

“Oh, did he now?” Your smile widening, while internally you were thinking about how you were going to kill him and get away with it.

“Well, I’m sure Namjoon already went through everything with the both of us so why don’t we get Taehyung settled in?” Hyuna asks you, her questioning smile erasing your thoughts of murdering your husband the instant you realize the boy was here.

“Wait, he’s here?” You frown in her direction, eyes following the taller woman as she gets up from where she’s seated and heads back out the door.

You stand in your doorway, watching with curious eyes as she stands by the passenger door – knocking lightly on the glass.

The boy inside glared at her, grumbling to himself as she continued knocking on the glass. It took a few minutes before he finally got fed up with her insistence, and reluctantly climbed out of the car.

He was clearly taller than Hyuna, with somewhat long, black hair that hung in front of his eyes. He was still in his school uniform, which made you guess this entire move was a surprise on his mother’s part.

Taehyung glanced around at the big houses surrounding him, a stark contrast to the ones back home. He never understood why rich people always wanted more space, he saw it as something completely unnecessary. Letting out a long sigh, he begrudgingly follows along when his mother grabs onto his arm and pulls him towards his uncle’s house.

Taehyung never met the man in question, he only knew what he looked like from the pictures in old family albums his mother kept hidden away in the basement.  

“Hello! You must be Taehyung!” You greet him with the biggest welcoming smile you could muster. You extend your hand out, watching the taller boy approach with a straight face and bored demeanour.

Taehyung only keeps walking, past you and through the open door – never letting out a word in either direction. “Don’t take it to heart, he’s not really that much of a people person.” Hyuna says as you awkwardly put your hand back down, nodding to yourself as you look back at the nineteen-year-old moody teenager looking around the spacious house with a look of indifference.

“It’s okay, I get it” You smile at Hyuna, “I’m sure he’ll fit in right away. Probably” You sigh out, feeling unsure of yourself as all the stress of the semester crashing down on you. You knew you still had a few more papers to grade your little break you took was not enough to make you feel even a little bit relaxed. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”  You ask her, closing the door behind her as the two of you follow Taehyung into the house. He still had on his coat and his backpack strapped to his back - as if looking for a hole to escape through. 

“That would be lovely!” Hyuna immediately agrees as she runs to him, wrapping her arms around the tall boy’s arm and dragging him into the kitchen.

You have no idea what you had just gotten yourself into, or what Namjoon was even thinking when he agreed to any of this – why would he do that in the first place without even mentioning it to you was beyond your understanding, the man was barely here in the first place.

You take another big breath before you slap on that big welcoming smile before you follow them into the kitchen. You were seriously going to kill Namjoon next time you saw him. 

//

You collect the dirty plates, a big smile on your face as you look at Hyuna’s face as she finishes shoving the last bite of food into her mouth. Groaning as the flavour hits her taste buds, “That was an amazing, best meal I’ve had in awhile.” Hyuna continues, praising your cooking as she puts her stomach. You move back towards the kitchen, quickly glancing at the boy sitting at the other side of the table – he hadn’t uttered a word the entire night, pushing his food around his plate as his music continues blasting through his headphones.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I haven’t cooked for so many people in such a long time.” You smile at the compliments, walking back to the table until you were standing right next to Taehyung. He looks up at you,his naturally puppy dog eyes looking at every inch of your face. “Are you finished with your dinner, honey?” You don’t miss the eyebrow raised at the mention of the pet name, before he pushes the plate towards you in a silent ‘yes’. 

Taehyung’s eyes stare at you the moment you walk away, going completely unnoticed by Hyuna and you as you set down the plates in the sink and turn on the tap.

“I should probably get going...” Hyuna hints, glancing at the clock on the wall before she’s grabbing onto her purse on one of the kitchen stools. You dry your hands on your apron, moving to stand beside her. You watch as she gives her son a hug, and leaves a lipstick stain on his right cheek, getting no reaction from the boy before she sighed sadly. “I’ll miss you, Tae. We’ll see you soon I promise.” You walk beside her as you accompany her to the front door, watching as she waves goodbye to her son one last time before she’s pulling you into an unexpected hug before quickly walking down the long driveway.

As you close the door, you take in a deep breath, wishing this was not all happening so quickly in such little time. You walk back into the kitchen only  to find Taehyung no longer sitting in the same position. But rather sitting on the couch in the living room, hugging his dark blue backpack to his chest and his luggage sitting on the floor next to him.

“So…” You start, moving to stand in front of him. His head instantly turns to stare at you, his eyes meeting yours with faint disinterest. “I should probably show you to your room.” You clear your throat, “I’m sure you’re tired after that long a drive” you say as you motion for him to follow you as you move towards the stairs.

You don’t look back, hearing his heavy footsteps following right behind you letting you know that he hadn’t ignored you. 

You take Taehyung to the other side of the house, to the only guest room with its own private bathroom. “The maid comes in every morning on weekdays  to tidy things up, I’ll let her know to make up your room after you’ve left for school in the morning.” You let him know, opening the door to the room – looking around at the soft blue sheets that decorated the bed.

“Bathroom is in there, the closet on the other side.” You point around at the different doors around the room. Taehyung drops his bags, sitting on the bed as he bites on his bottom lip. “You can go into the kitchen at any time, the fridge is fully stocked with late night snacks and I’m right down the hall if you need anything… Uh…” You stood there, scratching the back of your neck, feeling a blush running up your neck and settling in your cheeks – moving to walk out the door in the most awkward manner your body could muster.

“Actually” Taehyung’s surprisingly deep voice echoes across the room. Well, you were not expecting that.  “Can I have some more pillows?” He asks, looking at the two measly-looking pillows lying on the bed, he could already feel his neck hurt at the thought of sleeping like that. 

You quickly nod, finally glad to hear him talk at least. “Yeah, sure… I’ll go get them for you right now!” You smile widely before moving out of the room, thinking of where to get his pillows. In your mind, you were finally making progress with the Taehyung — even if it was something as little as this.

It took you awhile to locate a few extra clean ones, before you were walking back into Taehyung’s room only to hear the shower running and he was nowhere to be found.

You decide to clear the bed for him, mounting up the pillows in the most comfortable way you could. Your mind up in the air and distracted, that you never heard the shower being turned off, nor the boy now walking out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist and small droplets of water now dripping down his naked chest.

Taehyung watches silently as you fluff the pillows, biting his bottom lip as he heads towards his suitcase. Maybe this won’t be as bad after all – he smugly thinks to himself as he moves to stand right behind you, a towel on his wet hair as you crawl off the bed, jumping when you hear him clear his throat from behind you before letting out a scream of surprise, blushing as you try to recover from the small heart attack that he almost caused you. 

“Taehyung! I’m sorry, I thought you were still in the shower.” You chuckle nervously, noticing just how close he was standing to you. So close that you could still see the small droplets of water dropping off his chin and down his chest one by one. Oh, it has been way too long since you were this close to a man, because this was no boy. You gulp, looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.

“I should probably go get ready for bed, it’s getting pretty late already... Have a good night then!” You squeal out before you dash out of the room in a hurry and head straight for the comfort of yours. You felt awkward and uncomfortable with what had just happened, whatever it is that JUST happened. 

Taehyung looked at the door after you left, thinking about how adorable you look when your cheeks went red and you looked completely flustered. He liked it when girls acted that way around him, he was used to it. Yet, there was something about you that he just seemed to like a bit more.   

You sit on bed with your class’s works laying in front of you, a collection of random black and white sketches for the first part of the assignment you had made them slave over this weekend. Your glasses were sitting at the tip of your nose as you try to keep your eyes from closing as you continue to type in comments of approvals and things they needed to work on for the rest of the semester.  It was already nearing two in the morning when you heard the garage door open, not moving from your position as you knew for certain it was no one other than Namjoon coming in at such a late hour. 

Your short suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later, when the very man was entering through your bedroom door with his coat jacket in his hands. “There’s my little workaholic!” You greet him, smiling up at him as he walks closer to you. Namjoon sends you a tired smile before leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

Namjoon chuckles tiredly as he throws his coat onto the end of your bed before he pulls on his tie as he heads towards the bathroom he yells back “Speak for yourself! You’re the one who brought work into the bedroom!”  You hear the shower running as you continue with your work, deciding to finish it tomorrow when you had enough sleep to be able to think straight.

You push your work from your lap before moving them to the floor, you look up at Namjoon with a small angry glare hoping he would get the hint a little bit quicker. You were mad. But, you weren’t going to tell him that, you were going to let him figure that out on his own. 

“What did I do?” Namjoon stops, slowly taking off his remaining sock, “Who says anything wrong?” You answer back. This prompts Namjoon to chuckle dryly as he rolls his eyes jokingly, “Maybe because when you get mad, you get this insanely cute pout on your lips?” 

You blush at the compliment, brushing it aside as you clear your throat, “When were you going to tell me you offer Taehyung a place to stay with us?” Your ‘stern’ voice resurfacing as you remember how angry you still felt. Or at least you did. 

 “I knew I forgot something important…” Namjoon quips, biting at his bottom lip as his forehead wrinkles in frustration. The same way he always did when he knew he was guilty of something – after so many years of being together, you liked how you knew him like the back of your hand. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I figured I would sit you down for dinner before breaking the news to you, but I guess Hyuna had other plans.”

You keep silent as you watch him begin to undress, stretching his neck as he shrugs off the white button up. You bite at your bottom lip, putting the papers back down on the bed as you lean back and take a good luck at him. Namjoon turns around, leaning on his knee on the bed as he looks at you up and down as he takes off his watch. “What?” He smirked, his hands now reaching down to his belt, tilting his head to the side as he watches you rub your thighs together. 

“Nothing…”

Namjoon lets out a loud sigh, unbuttoning the top of his dress pants before crawling like a lion to his prey. His fingers gliding over the top of your naked legs, lustful eyes staring you down as he grabs onto your ankles and pulls you down swiftly until you're laying down on the soft bed underneath him.

He doesn't say anything as all traces of playfulness are gone as he moves your hair out of your face before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. Namjoon, lays his body over yours, a hand sliding down your t-shirt until it's sitting on the side of your stomach - slowly inching towards your chest, until his hand is gripping onto your bare breast and his lips leave a trace of kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

You could feel him grinding his hips against yours, grunting as he feels chills running all over his body. Namjoon could feel the pressure building up in the bottom of his stomach and the blood rushing down to his member. He grunts out, his lips meeting yours once again before his pulling away. Namjoon slides down your body, never looking away from you as he lays down in front of you. His gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh so very close to the place that has been neglected for far too long.

His hands grab onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart even wider as he settles in between them. You shut your eyes moving you feel him move your underwear to the side, his soft lips meeting your wet center. You sigh out in ecstasy as you feel him flatten his tongue against you. It has been way too long since the last time your husband had touched you in such a way.

Your hands wrap around his dirty golden looks as his tongue continues to flick against your clit in a quick manner, leaving your entire body a trembling mess. Namjoon smirks as your body arches, pushing further against his tongue before pushing his index finger into you slowly. He curls his finger against the inside of your walls, leaving you a moaning mess as you continue to tug on his hair. Your hands let go of his hair, running up your own stomach as you grab both of your breasts in your hands.  

You feel his lips sucking hard on your clit before pulling away with a ‘pop’ and you feel your orgasm being pushed closer and closer to the edge. All you needed was that little push.

Namjoon pulls away from you, hooded eyes staring down at you as he pushes his dress pants down his muscled thighs until his penis is standing fully erect in front of you. He roughly grabbed onto your hips, pulling you towards his body before the tip of his member was sliding up and down your clit.

Namjoon grunts as he pushes into you up to the hilt, feeling your warm, wet and pulsating walls surrounding him entirely. “God, I’ve forgotten how good you feel around me” He moans out as he begins to buck his hips into yours. His thrusts were short, but hard enough that you could feel pleasure shoot through your entire body. The little whimpers that let your body sound like music to his ears as he gathers up both your legs into his arms and throws them over both of his shoulders. With the new position you could feel him sinking in deeper within you as he begins to move faster and harder.

“Joonie…” You whine, your hands fisting the cotton sheets beneath you as the urge to cum intensifies even more. “I’m about to oh fuck…” the words never leaving your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Toe- curling, back arching pleasure washing over you.

Namjoon’s eyes shut as his hips move quicker, his own orgasm making his balls tighten as the snap against your ass before pumping you full of his cum.

Your heavy breathing could be heard echoing all over your bedroom, his groans joining. “Fuck” 

Namjoon whispers under his breath, pulling out of you before watching his seed spill slowly out of you.

You feel him slide the tip of his member up and down your lips before sliding it back in once more

You whine a little at the over sensitive feeling that shoots up your spine before your pushing at his abdomen.

Namjoon chuckles, pulling his now softening member out of you and laying down next to you on the bed, feeling completely exhausted. “I guess that means that I’m forgiven?” He jokes, looking at you with tired eyes as he bites his lip trying to contain his smile – you laugh out loud as you hit him in the chest in a joking manner.

“Stop it.” You mumble, your voice heavy with sleep as you lay your head on his chest. You feel Namjoon’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body as he props his chin on the top of your head.

Neither you nor Namjoon ever caught the pair of brown eyes that were looking at the two of you so intently from the half-opened door.

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Worth the Fight: Chap 3

They decide not to stick around the dark, beast filled, woods after the cockatrice attack and quickly packed up and headed back out on the path toward their destination, it's still pitch black other than the faint light coming from the moon, but Luz's light enchantment lasts the rest of the night until the first rays of dawn begin to streak across the sky, lighting up the seemingly endless stretches of wheat fields. Something Eda silently finds odd. When I spell is cast, how long are powerful it is depended on how much magic the user put into it, but before this moment, Luz had never been able to do any magic no matter how much she tried, so Eda isn't sure how Luz controls it, if at all, and it's just random. She doesn't know what to expect from her apprentice anymore.

Luz was tired, very tired, but she was still riding the remaining high of her very first monster-slaying, retaining just enough energy to keep her eyes open and her feet moving, but only just. It was an effort, but she somehow managed.

She can see the shadows of the city long before they reach it, the sun rising behind it cast long dark shadows across the fields and woods that surround its tall, stone walls.

The closer they get the wider Luz's eyes grow, along with Eda's smirk, as she watched her apprentice out of the corner of her eye.

It was much bigger than any of the other towns they had been to over the years. Its streets’ are paved with cobblestone and packed with people and vendors of all shapes and sizes, selling every kind of good Luz could imagine, and some she couldn't.

She stared in awe at the towering stone buildings all around her as they stopped in the center of the busy market.

“Welcome to the putrid, capital city of The Boiling Isles; Bonesburrough!” Eda held out a hand at everything.

"This is amazing!" Luz bounced excitedly on her toes and she looked around at all the hustle and bustle of the city's inhabitants. Very few people were even giving her, distinctly rounded ears, a second look as they made their way through the crowds, most people moving out of their way as King walked along beside them, looking almost bored at all the people that were quick to jump out of his path. "Are you finally going to tell me why we're here?" Luz looked up her mentor, eyes full of questions.

"Oh, right, I got word that a bunch of prominent and rich noble families need more hands guarding their shipments and things lately since the war seems to be ramping up. It's boring grunt work, but I was told that it pays exceptionally well," Eda explained as they moved through the market.

"Is that where we're going now?" Luz tilted her head questioningly.

"Nope, we're heading for the blacksmiths' first," Eda said, grinning down at her. “It’s time.”

"Time for what?" Luz's eyes narrowed in confusion, making Eda chuckle as she looked down at Luz’s thoughtful expression.

"After what happened last night, I think you're finally ready for your own sword; a real sword." Eda can barely finish the sentence before Luz is making an excited, high-pitched, squealing noise that makes King’s ear pin back flat against his head and Eda wince.

“I finally get my own sword!?” She was practically vibrating with giddy excitement. Eda slapped her hands on her shoulders to still her, the kid was making her tired with all her bouncing. All her exhaustion from last night has vanished in a puff of smoke.

“Yes, Luz. You’re getting your own sword, but you gotta understand that means from this point on you’re gonna have to pull your own weight from here on out, make money and feed yourself, it’s time for you to start the next part of your training; experience. You're going to start taking and completing jobs, you can't buy your own food, you don't eat.” She explained seriously, but still, Luz is beaming from ear to ear at the news and Eda rolled her eyes. They would need to revisit this discussion after Luz had calmed and was actually listening to her. "Come on, Kid." Eda waved a hand, beckoning her apprentice to follow.

They can smell the smithy long before they can see it, though they can see the smoke that billows from the open building even before that. King’s nose wrinkles at the odor.

The forge is billowing red hot flames when they approach and a lone figure in a leather apron, gloves, and plate metal mask is standing over it, running a pole through the fire inside, turning over the blistering hot coals and causing a fresh wave of heat to blast into the air.

"As if it wasn't hot enough around here…," Eda grumbled and wiped at the sweat that had broken out across her brow.

The figure looked up from the flames and shut the heavy metal door on the furnace, sucking some of the heat out of the air. They stepped back and lifted up the metal mask.

A young woman, maybe just a few years older than Luz at the most, is grinning at them, with soot smudged cheeks and dark brown hair tied up in a bun. What immediately catches Luz’s attention is the metal hook pierced through her right earlobe.

“Welcome to Griffin Smithy, what can I do for ya?” she asked, looking between the two of them, her eyes lingered on Luz’s ears for a half a second longer before meeting her eyes,

“Need a sword for the kid,” Eda said, hooking a thumb at Luz who is again, grinning madly with excitement.

‘Well, you came to the right place, come on back and I’ll show ya what we got.” The young woman nodded as she walked into the shop. Luz turned to Eda just in time to catch the bag of jingling silver coins Eda had thrown at her.

“Go on, Luz.” Eda crossed her arms and jerked her head toward the shop. “His majesty and I are going to go get our stay at the Redstone inn figured out, meet us there when you're finished,” she grunted and Luz smiled, nodding as she followed the blacksmith into the shop, tying the bag to her belt.

“Oooh!” Luz’s eyes lit up.

The walls were covered in all manner of weapons, many Luz was familiar with. Swords, maces, pikes and daggers, and some she couldn’t even guess at, like the long wooden shaft with a large circle of metal at the end filled with spikes.

“Neat…,” she hummed to herself as she moved around the room. “Oh!” She spotted something interesting from across the room and trotted over to the wall covered in hanging swords. In front of her was a sword longer than she was tall with a flamberge blade. Her face reflected back at her in the shiny polished metal. She grinned to herself as she wrapped her hands around the hilt and lifted it from its hangers. She grunted, muscles straining at the sudden weight.

She did not expect it to be as heavy as it was and stumbled backward a few steps as the blade tipped back toward her dangerously.

“Shit, shit, shit!” she wobbled precariously, nearly about to drop the blade back on herself, probably cleaving herself in two, before a leather-gloved hand snatched up the blade and gently took it from her hands and hung it back on the wall.

“Maybe something a little smaller?” the young smith chuckled at her and Luz’s face flushed crimson but nodded. “Can I see what you got?” she held out her hands and Luz blinked before realizing she meant her training sword. She pulled it from its sheath and held it out to the other young woman, who hummed as she examined it.

“Training blade, huh?” she handed it back and nodded to herself. “Well if you want something similar, but with more bite, of course, one of these long swords would be good.” she gestured to a few weapons hanging on the wall, the sunlight coming through the shop windows bounced off their polished surfaces in a blinding glare.

Luz hummed, tapping a finger to her chin as she examined the blades before finally pulling one off the wall. Its weight was solid but comfortable in her hands as she gripped the smooth, ebony-colored leather wrapped around the grip. The pommel was a distinctly shaped animal head. A wolf if she’d ever seen one. The silver guard flared out away from the grip in two straight bars, tripped with carefully rounded, curved points; fangs.

She hefted the blade into starting position, elbows raised and blade perpendicular to her face before giving it a few swings and twists, jabbing an imaginary opponent as Eda had taught her. It felt good in her hands, and she tried to remain serious even as excitement was threatening to spill over, but she couldn't keep the grin off her face as she swung it around experimentally before finally lowering back to her waist and running her fingers over the fuller of the blade.

“You know, don’t get many humans around here, even less buying weapons,” the smith finally spoke up after watching Luz’s masterful, and graceful demonstration, a far cry from when she’d nearly dropped the zweihander on herself a few minutes ago.

Luz’s shoulders seemed to hug her neck, as though willing her ears to become invisible. The young blacksmith was quick to notice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, just doesn’t happen much… or ever, really. I’m Viney, by the way.” The blacksmith introduced herself with a grin and Luz felt herself relax at the easy smile.

“Luz Noceda,” Luz returned the introduction.

“New in town? I feel like I would have seen you around before,” she asked. Luz knew what she really meant. If they didn’t get many humans around here, she would be a sure standout in town, not something she was looking forward to.

“Yeah, just got in this morning, we’re looking for work,” Luz explained.

“Well, you came to the right place, Bonesburough is the largest port city in the Boiling Isles and as the farthest south, ever since the war started raging just across the sea, there's never a shortage of need for help carrying or protecting cargo around here with the Emperor’s men constantly coming and going, restocking and all that.” Viney crossed her arms and shrugged.

That sounded like good news for her and Eda. Where there's fighting, there's money. Those were her mentor’s words anyway, it sounded boring though.

“Well I was hoping for something along the lines of monster-slaying,” she admitted.

“Monster slaying? No offense, but you don’t exactly fit the description of most monster hunters I’ve known.”

“Because I’m human?” Luz frowned.

“You’re tiny,” Viney said instead and Luz yelped. She was fairly tall, but she was quite lean and lanky, at least it appeared so when she wore her cloak, but after five years of traveling and training with Eda, she was actually all lean and toned muscle, thank you very much.

“I'm just lean!” she shrugged her cloak off her shoulders, letting it hang from her neck, and flexed both arms, making the much bulkier blacksmith laugh, but she was right, the human wasn’t nearly as stick-like as the cloak and baggy tunic had led her to believe.

“I stand corrected, you gotta admit, when you almost dropped that zweihander on yourself it left room for doubt,” she chuckled.

“I just didn’t expect it to be that top-heavy…,” Luz grumbled as Viney grinned. “I got this fighting a cockatrice!” she proudly pointed to the still very new and raw skin that is definitely going to scar when it heals.

“No kiddin’?” Viney gazed at the painful-looking wound. “Well, if you’re looking for jobs slaying malicious creatures, the locals often hire and the job board in the town square usually has some stuff,” Viney informed her and Luz nodded.

“Thanks very much.”

“So, what do you think about the sword?” Viney tilted her head and motioned to the longsword still gripped in one of Luz’s hands.

“It’s perfectly balanced. How much?” Luz tried not to let how eager she was show, she’d learned the hard way how that often led to merchant’s jacking up the price on her; that and just because she was human.

“Normally, with the extra detailing, I’d ask a little more for that one, but I’ll let it go for a hundred-fifty, a welcome to town discount.” The smith grinned at her and Luz perked.

“Deal” she nodded and they made the exchange before Luz made her way out of the door, waving as Viney called at her back.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

Luz walked proudly through the streets of Bonesburough, with her new blade fit snugly in its black and silver sheath, tied at her hip next to her old training blade. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do with that yet, but she finally felt like she was making progress. She had finally learned some form of magic and Eda had finally deemed her ready for a real sword.

Now she just needed to meet back up with her mentor.

She glanced around curiously. She had no idea where the inn was.

She sighed to herself, leave it to Eda to leave her alone in a strange new city with no instructions or even a general idea of what direction she should even be going. She really. Needed to learn to ask follow-up questions.

So much of the city looked the same, the general infrastructure anyway. Plain, gray stone walls, and people moving in every direction around her in a symphony of noise; it was disorienting.

She was so busy looking around at everything that she isn’t paying attention when she turns a corner and runs headlong into someone coming out of a shop and sending them both tumbling to the ground.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Luz was already apologizing as she scrambled to her feet, she turned to look at whoever she had just bowled over while not paying attention.

A young woman, her pointed ears giving her away as a witch, in a fancy magenta and gold-trimmed dress. She looked to be about her own age, with mint colored hair that hung just above her shoulders in a straight cut, longer sides pulled back in a short tail at the back of her head. Luz blinked, noticing the roots showing at the peak of her forehead, a bright bronzey auburn color. Her face was lean, with the sharp jaw and pointed chin that seem to come standard on most aristocrats.

Everything about her screamed ‘noble’, including the bright gold eyes currently glaring daggers at her from the ground and Luz, blinked at her, wide-eyed, finally realizing she was standing there, staring, like an idiot at a pretty noblewoman she had just barreled into.

"Let me help you." She held her hand out.

“Watch where you’re going, you half-wit!” she snarled, slapping Luz’s extended hand away and hauling herself to her feet.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Luz grimaced as the other woman scowled at her.

“Obviously,” she bit out, dusting herself off and noticing the long rip in the skirt and to Luz, it looked like someone had just told her something terrible by the way her face shifted to dread before quickly switching back to anger. “Look what you did!” she snapped, making Luz flinch back.

“I…” Luz isn’t sure what to say or how she can make this better. If anything her hesitation only seems to make the woman in front of her angrier.

“Just get out of my way…” she shouldered past Luz without a second glance and disappeared into the crowd within a few seconds. Luz frowned as she disappeared.

She was off to a great start today it seems.

She glanced up at the shop the other woman had just come out of and it met with an old painted sign.

‘Park’s Herbs & Tonics’

An apothecary? As good a place as any to get directions she supposed.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside and was immediately hit by a strong medicinal smell that quickly made her stomach churn.

“Ugh…,” she groaned to herself. She knows these smells. She’d been injured enough over the years that they immediately conjure a reaction in her.

“Welcome!” a cheery high-pitched voice greets her and her eyes zero in on a woman about her age, shorter, and a little rounder with short dark hair and dark green eyes behind a large pair of spectacles. “Can I help you with something?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah…” Luz walked closer and the other girl’s eyes widened a fraction, but Luz noticed.

“You’re a human…,” she said with a quiet fascination and Luz tensed. “We never get humans in here…,” she stops and Luz expects something else but she says nothing else about it. ‘What can I help you with?” She smiled and Luz relaxed some.

“Oh, I…,” she starts but is cut off.

“Your cheek right?” the bespectacled girl asked, pointing to her left cheek and Luz blinked.

“My cheek?” Luz reached up and winced as her fingers brushed over the raw acid burn from last night. “I guess I could use something for that, yeah.”

“What happened.” The young apothecary asked, walking forward to better look at Luz’s face, adjusting her glasses.

“Cockatrice acid.” she shrugged and the girl’s eyes widened before she cupped her chin in hand, looking thoughtful.

“I have an elixir I’ve been working on, it should scar that right up, but it’s untested… it could have a negative effect. If you want to volunteer, I’ll give it to you for free,” she offered.

“Hmm… free, but could melt my face off…” Luz hummed thoughtfully.

“Nothing quite so drastic… probably,” The other teen laughed.

“Let’s do it.” Luz nodded and the girl brightened.

“I’ll be right back!” she called as she turned and disappeared into the back. While she was gone Luz wanded around the shop looking at the many glass jars and bottles filled with liquids, dried plants, and fermented things of all kinds, some brightly colored and some like mud or swamp water.

She stared into a jar of murky clear liquid and an eyeball stared back at her from the brine. She leaned down to better look at it and blinked. It blinked back, making her jump and stumble backward, nearly knocking over a shelf full of glassware. She grabbed it before anything could go careening to the floor and sighed in relief.

“Here we are!” The girl returned and walked straight up to her, a jar of bright yellow liquid in one hand and a rag in the other.

“Are you ready… Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even get your name!”

“Luz, Luz Noceda.” she gave a little bow, arm at her waist, and grinning.

“Willow Park,” she returned the greeting. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Luz shrugged and Willow popped the cork on the bottle and Luz wanted to gag at the smell but she held fast as Willow poured some of the elixir on the rag before she gently pressed it to Luz’s cheek, who hissed painfully as it burned her skin, but only for a moment and then the pain faded into a weird tingling in her skin.

The rag was pulled away and Willow looked at it before a smile broke out across her face.

“Did it work?” Luz questioned.

“Have a look!” Willow smiled and started to gesture to the small mirror she had sitting on the counter but Luz pulled her sword from its sheath, making her jump as she angled it to see herself in the polished blade.

“Hey!” Luz grinned. Her raw, painful wound had scarred over near instantly creating a jagged scar that stretched from just left of her nose and across her cheek beneath her left eye nearly all the way back to her ear.

“Does it make me look dangerous?” She turned to Willow, brows raised in question. The apothecary laughed.

“That’s one word for it.” she nodded.

“Thanks, Willow!” Luz beamed and the shorter girl grinned.

“It’s what we do and why you came.”

“Actually… I was hoping to get directions to the RedStone inn,” Luz chuckled sheepishly. “But this is great too,” she assured.

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so?”

Luz leaves the shop with a healed face and directions for the city’s most popular inn.

It doesn’t take her long to find the inn, nor the room Eda had rented for the three of them. King sat up as soon as she walked into the room, tail thumping loudly on the bed.

“Hey, you’re back, so, what’d you get?” Eda craned her neck around from the bed to try and spy the new sidearm tied to Luz’s waist, which she presented to her mentor with a grin and flourish.

Eda whistled as she inspected the brightly polished blade and expertly molded guard and pommel.

“I take it there's no money left…” Eda frowned, looking up at Luz from her place sitting on the bed.

Luz blinked, confused by that, and pulled the leather sack of coins from her waist.

“There's plenty of money left.” She tossed the bag to Eda who eyed its contents and frowned further.

“Did you steal this?”

“What?!” Luz guffawed, making King’s ear’s perk up and swivel in her direction.

“Look, Kid, I know a good blade when I see one, and this is a four-hundred silver sword, easy, what did you pay for this?”

“One-fifty… Viney said she was giving me a ‘newcomer’ discount…,” she trailed off.

“Who?” Eda blinked.

“The Blacksmith!”

“Oh, the girl…” Eda smirked and Luz frowned at it. “Sounds like you got the ‘blacksmith thought you were good-looking’ discount.” Eda cackled.

“No, she was just nice!” Luz flushed.

“Sure, Kid, I’d never be nice enough to take that much money off a sword…I’m just sayin…” Eda shrugged, laying back on the bed, arms folded behind her head and smirking to herself, eyes closed.

“You’re not nice to most people…,” Luz reminded.

“Ha, got me there!” She peeled one eye open to look at Luz. “Either way, hope you're ready to use it. First thing tomorrow you're gonna head out there and start working if you wanna eat and pay your share of this room that is.”

“Ah, right, I got a tip on some jobs… So… are you done training me… am I on my own?” Luz looked at her frowning as she sat on her bed beside King.

“Essentially…” Eda sat up, face turning serious. “I’ve taught you everything I can technique-wise, outside of magic. You’re going to have to figure that out on your own, but you got that book to help you with that.”

“That’s true.” Luz nodded, fingering the hilt of her sword.

“If this is what you want to do Luz, you need to learn how to work independently, it can be lonely out there at times, so I’m not going anywhere just yet, we just got here and there’s money to be made! When I’m not out working I’ll be around to offer sagely advice, as always.” She grinned and Luz snorted.

Eda gave advice alright, but Luz wasn’t sure she would categorize it as even remotely ‘sagely’.

“So, rest up, Kid. The rest of your life starts tomorrow!” Eda grinned, slapping her back.

“Right!” she flopped back on the bed, with King at her side and her fatigue from that morning came rushing back and before she knew it, she’s out, curled up into a ball with King to keep her warm. Eda rolls her eyes at the two of them but grins all the same.

[honouraryweasley12]

Hands-On Learning (NC-17)

I wrote this for a Romione fest that didn’t end up happening last year, but I was prompted to post it by @wildegreenlight. I’m SUPER rusty with my writing, so I hope it’s alright. The prompt for this fic was “Courage”.

Contains smut, so don’t read if you’re not interested in that kind of thing.

~*~

Her foot was tapping impatiently, despite the steady shiver of nerves running up and down her back.

She glanced first to her left, then her right, checking for the thousandth time that there was no one around. She had purposely picked the day of the Gryffindor/Slytherin match to execute her plan, knowing the castle would be emptied.

She'd once been accused of being a scarlet woman, and for the first time in her life, she felt as though it was warranted.

And she didn't care, not one bit.

Ironically, it was her accuser's youngest son who was the target of her... corruption.

Hermione's cheeks flushed pink and she licked her lips, imagining what was going to happen in mere minutes.  She leaned back against the worn cushion and let out a slow breath, attempting to calm the hammering of her heart.

Was she really going through with it?

To distract herself, she surveyed the library from her spot. It was her favourite seat in her favourite place in Hogwarts, hidden away in the far back corner, amongst books covered in a thick layer of dust.

Next to her settee was a small table where her bag and supplies sat. She had been working diligently for a while—NEWTs weren't that far away—until she couldn't concentrate any further. If Ron only knew how easily he could distract her!

The silence was broken by the familiar creak of the heavy wooden library doors. She craned her neck and saw a flash of red hair, causing a pleasant flutter in her stomach. She missed him so much during their separation, despite his almost monthly visits.

His approach was obvious, his footfalls echoing in the cavernous quiet of the library. Hermione took a moment just to watch him, his too tight uniform stretched across his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up exposing his freckled forearms.

Ron stopped, a puzzled look on his face as he stared directly at her.

"Hermione?"

His hoarse whisper was met with silence as she continued gazing at him.

He stepped over to the desk and looked down. "This is her stuff," he said to himself. "Where is she? I promised Ginny we'd go watch her play. Hermione's note told me to meet her here."

He peered around the corner, greeted by more books, but no girlfriend. Hermione couldn't help but notice how good his arse looked in his old trousers.

He turned back to the couch and peered at it, sensing something was amiss. His eyes narrowed, as if she'd suddenly appear.

"Ron?"

He didn't respond.

"Good, it's working," Hermione said loudly.

Still no response. Hermione's lips curled up slowly, her plan about to come to fruition. She picked up her wand and made a few complicated movements.

The air shimmered for a split second, before revealing the brunette witch.

Ron leaped backwards and gasped. "Bloody hell, love!"

She giggled at the expression on his face, before jumping up from her seat and flinging herself into his open arms. He lifted her up, and their lips collided, mouths slightly open, hungry for one another. Hermione moaned as Ron sucked on her plump bottom lip, her hands tangled in his fiery locks.

They pulled away, chests heaving.

"Missed you," Ron said between breaths.

"Oh Ron, me too!"

Their eyes met. "Just a few months more, yeah?"

Hermione nodded. "I can't wait. As much as I love school, I miss you, and Harry, and everyone. Mostly, I just want to start my life outside of school—with you."

He gripped her tighter and held her close for a moment, before reluctantly setting her back down on her feet. She grasped his hand and led him to the sofa. Ron dropped down onto the middle and slung his long arm along the top.

As he got settled, Hermione again repeated the series of wand movements. If anyone was looking, the young couple would have disappeared, unable to be seen or heard.

"What was that for?"

She shrugged as she took a seat next to him, his arm pulling her to him. "Privacy."

"Erm, alright." He looked at her strangely. "There's no one here."

"I don't want to get caught."

"Oh, is that why you asked me to wear my uniform? Did someone complain to McGonagall? I swear I didn't know George had charmed my Wheezes robes to start shouting about the latest products during my last visit."

Her cheeks flushed. "No, it wasn't because of that."

Ron's eyes narrowed. "What's going through that big brain of yours?"

Now was her chance to be bold. She just hoped he wouldn't laugh at her.

She shifted in her seat, leaning against the armrest, his arm loose around her. "I asked you to wear the school robes because I was hoping you would help me with something."

His copper eyebrows furrowed. "Of course, but what does that have to do with my uniform?"

She tried to swallow; her mouth suddenly dry. Her voice dropped, timid. "Well, you see... I... I have... I have... this fantasy."

Ron's eyes immediately went wide and he pulled her close again. "Go on."

"I used to sit here sometimes when I was done my work, and daydream about you. How good you looked in your uniform and how badly I wanted to..."

"Wanted to what?"

"Wanted to touch you. Wanted to feel you." She paused and gulped hard, opening her eyes to stare intensely at his, doing her best to mask her vulnerability. "How I wanted to... control you."

His mouth dropped open, the milliseconds feeling like hours to Hermione.

"Say something!"

"Bloody brilliant!"

"Really?" She asked, flabbergasted. She'd been expecting a much different reaction.

"Oh, yes. Do you... do you know how many times I've wanked to bossy Hermione?"

She glanced down and could see a prominent bulge straining against his trousers. She couldn't help but reach out and slowly run a fingertip along his length, causing him to jump slightly.

"Mmmm," she groaned. "I have a very specific fantasy, in fact. I think you're going to like it. Do I have your permission?"

Ron nodded his head vigorously. "Fuck, do whatever you want." He began to reach for his belt buckle, but she promptly slapped his hand away and placed her own hand on his chest.

"You won't do anything unless you're told. Understood?" She felt a surge throughout her whole body with her commanding words.

"Yes."

"It would always start like this, us sitting together here on this settee. In my dreams you would try to hide your arousal from me... but it was rather obvious."

She leaned into his chest, running her other hand up the inside of his thigh to his bulge, this time softly gripping him through the cloth. He let out a low groan. She felt how hard he was, constrained and now controlled.

By her.

The very thought of having her lanky, far stronger, ginger-haired boyfriend at her whim sent a shudder of electricity right to her core.

She looked up at him, his blue eyes afire with want. Her eyes never leaving his, she slid her fingers up to his zipper, pulling the tab agonizingly slowly, tooth-by-tooth until it was all the way down. Her slender fingers slid into the opening, one layer away from his bare flesh.

A dark spot of precum was already visible against his grey pants, showing her how much he was enjoying her fantasy.

She began stroking him again. "Have you figured it out yet? My fantasy?"

He shook his head, staring down at where her hand was. "Shite, keep that up. Feels fucking amazing."

She smirked and found the opening in the front of his underwear. Her fingertips grazed his hot skin, his low moan vibrating in his chest. She gently pulled him out through his fly, exposing him.

"What are you—"

"This was my fantasy, Ron. To feel you in my hands. To..." She stopped and blushed. "To get you off, here in the library."

"Are you joking? You really fantasized about wanking me here?"

She nodded before slowly stroking him, his long, thick cock standing proudly as her small hand ran up and down.

"Mmmm... I have to say, your...wand... is much bigger than I dreamed about. The books I read on human sexuality certainly didn't—"

"Hold on, you read sex books? Why am I not surprised? What else—"

"Quiet!"

She moved her hand from his chest and clamped it over his mouth, causing them both to groan at her sudden aggressiveness.

Hermione squirmed, her arousal growing as she continued her attentions on his hard cock. She slid her hand back down into his trousers, cupping his bollocks, before sliding her hand up, all the way to his large head in long, slow, deliberate motions. She could feel every throb and jerk as he thrust into her hand.

"Do you like seeing my hand around your cock?"

Ron nodded and mumbled something into her hand. His hand, which had been gripping her side, moved up to her breast.

"No touching yet!"

"Mmmph," was his only reply. He instantly let go and tucked his hand behind his head. He slumped, his legs spread wide, completely at her mercy.

She began to pick up the pace. Seeing his pale cock in the open as her small hand jerked him off, against the backdrop of his dark trousers, caused her another wave of arousal. She started grinding against his thigh, her breathing becoming faster. She leaned forward in anticipation.

"Fuck, touch me now!"

His arm snaked behind her back, down to her waist, pushing past the waistband of her skirt. He delved greedily into her damp knickers, his two long fingers finding her clit. He began rubbing in slow circles, causing her to cry out.

Her hand was erratic around his throbbing dick as they pleasured each other in the sacred confines of learning which surrounded them.

Hermione removed her hand from his mouth and tangled it in his hair, pulling his head back roughly. The cord of his neck was far too tempting; she couldn't help but run her tongue along it. He pressed into her heated core, drawing another wail of ecstasy.

Her hand was a blur now, up and down. "I want to hear you. I want you to scream my name."

"Fuck! Hermione! I'm so fucking close."

"Get your fingers in me," she begged. "Please, do it, love!"

His long digits entered her wet centre, plunging in and out. She let out a scream as she rode his hand. He was thrusting his hips wildly into her grip.

Hermione was far past the point of her normal decorum, lust and fantasy fueling her thoughts and words. "I want to see you spunk! I want to watch you get off from my hand."

This was too much for Ron to take. "Fuck, Hermione! Slow down, I... I'm fucking coming!"

Hermione, consumed by him, watched as rope after rope of thick spunk shot out of his cock, falling on his shirt, trousers, and covering her hand. Having her fantasy come to life drove her over the edge, aided by Ron's fingers.

"Roooooonnnnn!"

She managed to scream out as she convulsed, her vision darkening momentarily from the impact of her orgasm. She slumped against Ron, boneless. His harsh breaths gently rocked her. She felt him press a kiss into her bushy locks, and she smiled, satiated.

Their heartbeats slowed, nestled in their little cocoon. The minutes stretched out as they relaxed, blissful.

"I can see why the protective charms were needed. That was rather intense."

She looked up, still shy about the whole thing. "It wasn't too much?"

"To be honest, I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."

"That was so hot. Knowing I can cause that."

Ron laughed. "You've been causing it for years, you just didn't know it. You're welcome to cause that any time."

"Smug prat."

"But I'm glad..." he began haltingly. "I'm really glad that we can do these things, together. You know, learn and grow with each other. It's one of the things I love most about us, that we can be totally open and honest... finally."

She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly shining from his words. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

After a few more moments of closeness they managed to clean themselves up, and with the aid of a few spells, removed any trace if their activities.

The air shimmered once again, revealing the couple.

Hermione sighed, and went to gather up her books. "I suppose we should go down to the match now. Your sister will be disappointed if we're not there."

"Harry's there, so she probably won't even notice us." Ron suddenly froze, looking as if he was trying to figure something out in his head.

"Ron? What is it?"

He spoke slowly, delight blossoming across his face as he smiled. "Well, if everyone is at the match, the changing rooms will be empty."

"And?"

"Let me tell you about a little fantasy of my own..."

[fieryanmitsu]

A Steamy Morning | A3! (Tsumugi/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

BECAUSE I’M STILL SCREAMING ABOUT ACT 3 TSUMUGI AND HE DESERVES MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. And I am thirsty for more content for this precious angel…. Except he’s a devil now, so I guess I’ll just go straight down to hell with some long overdue Tsumugi smut. This one has been floating around in my drafts for a while and I finally had the motivation now to finish it up, haha!

This takes place during the “High Spirits at the Hot Spring!” event and is just… PWP... but it's fluffy! I’m not sorry, haha. You have been warned~

A STEAMY MORNING

CHARACTERS: Tsumugi Tsukioka, Izumi Tachibana

PAIRINGS: Tsumugi/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

WARNING: 18+ (NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations)

Tsumugi grunted as his eyes fluttered open. The room was still relatively dark and he couldn’t see much light from behind the curtain that covered the window. All around him were the sounds of deep breathing and snoring.

Wriggling his arms from under his blanket, he reached for his phone and squinted at the backlit screen. 5:02 a.m. It was rare for him to wake up so early naturally – he was notoriously not a morning person. However, he felt wide awake and didn’t think he could fall back asleep.

Rather than toss and turn in his futon and risk waking the others, Tsumugi decided that he may as well take advantage of the early hour and take a quiet solitary soak in the hot spring. While it had been fun to be with everyone last night, he was excited by the thought of enjoying some tranquil alone time in the open air. After all, it wasn’t every day that he got to stay at a hot spring inn.

Desperate to not wake up any of his roommates, he decided to only grab his towel – which was conveniently laying on top of his bag to dry from last night – and quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. It wasn’t until he was in the hallway that he realized he had forgotten to grab a pair of contacts or his glasses.

Though his vision wasn’t terrible, the slight fuzziness that his lack of eyewear caused made him pause and consider if he should return inside. But, if he started fumbling in his bag, he would surely wake someone up. Deciding to take his chances, he set off down the hall towards the stairs and began making his way to the hot spring based on his memories from last night. A few minutes later, he saw the familiar doors leading to the changerooms. He was proud of himself that he had made it there without needing to squint at any of the signs.

Stepping inside, he noted that there was only one other pair of sandals at the entrance and hummed happily at his good luck that he wouldn’t have to share the hot spring with many others. Quickly stripping off his yukata, Tsumugi stepped into the shower room and washed himself off before he took a brief soak in the indoor bath – sighing as the hot water warmed up his core. After feeling sufficiently warmed up, he draped his hand towel over his neck and stepped outside to the gorgeous outdoor bath.

The morning air was crisp and cool, and the steam from the hot volcanic water gathered in heavy clouds above the surface. Squinting slightly, he could just make out the back of another person soaking at the edge of the pool.

As he walked closer, the other person sensed his presence and turned around. It was then that he realized that what he had thought was a slender man… was in fact a woman. A woman who happened to be the director of his theatre troupe.

“T-Tsumugi?! What are you doing in the women’s bath?!” Izumi squealed in surprise, quickly trying to cover her bare breasts with arms – but a moment too late, because, even without his contacts or glasses, Tsumugi still managed to get an eyeful of her pert, well-shaped breasts.

He immediately felt the blood rush to his face – and to his groin, much to his dismay – and he quickly turned around and tried to use his hand towel to cover himself.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize – I though this was the mens’ bath! We used this door last night!” Tsumugi stammered, shocked.

“U-Um, they switched the baths this morning. I guess you must have missed the sign.”

Tsumugi inwardly kicked himself for not just sucking it up and digging out his contact lenses earlier.

“I’m so embarrassed… Pl-Please forget this happened. I swear that I didn’t see, um… much…” he responded, his voice getting quieter by the second. “A-Anyway, I’ll leave now before anyone else walks in!”

Practically yelping out his last words, Tsumugi quickly began to leave. Unfortunately for the blue-haired man, in his haste to escape, he lost his footing on the slippery rock under his feet and fell down hard on his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Tsumugi!!”

He heard a splash of water from behind him as Izumi scrambled out of the water and to his side.

“Are you okay?! You didn’t hit your head, did you?!” she cried, gently clutching his shoulder with one hand. The other was already carding through his hair, reaching behind his head to see if he had injured it.

“I-I’m fine,” he managed to gasp out as he regained his breath. “I think my pride is hurt more than anything – though I might be a bit sore tomorrow…”

“Phew… Thank goodness,” Izumi sighed, sitting back on her heels and closing her eyes in relief. “My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I saw you slip.”

“It was a close call, that’s for su—” Tsumugi’s voice trailed off as he propped himself up on his elbow and came face to face with a close-up shot of Izumi’s bare breasts. Seated as she was, it only took one downward flick of his eyes for him to take in the area between her opened thighs, and suddenly his mouth was dry.

Confused by the sudden silence, Izumi opened her eyes and saw that Tsumugi was red and slack-jawed…. and that his eyes were definitely not looking at her face. Flushing violently, Izumi was about to turn around to shield her body from his gaze when her eyes fell on a very prominent and very erect object. She froze, morbidly unable to move her eyes away. She should say something, but all she could manage was a strangled squeak.

This was enough to bring Tsumugi back to senses as he finally took in the situation between them – and more specifically his situation. He didn’t think his face could feel any hotter even if he were to plunge himself headfirst into the hot spring.

“O-Oh no!! I-I, ah…. I’m s-so sorry,” he stammered, scrambling to grab his fallen towel to regain what little decency he had left, his brain churning at double speed to come up with something to cover up his indiscretion. “This… uh, this just happens for guys sometimes. Um, it’s a physiological reaction. It-It happens a lot in the morning – It’sdefinitelynotbecauseIsawyounaked.”

The second his half-baked excuse came out of his mouth, he immediately blanched at the implication of his words.

“W-Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, it’s not that you’re not attractive enough to cause this reaction. In fact, you’re very attractive – too attractive. You’re so cute and your body is amazing. You look even better than I imagined – Ahhh!! W-What am I even saying?!”

“Tsumugi!” Izumi interrupted him loudly, and his head whipped around to look at her so quickly that he thought he heard his neck crack. Her face was bright red, but that there was a fire in her eyes.

“Did… Did you mean that…. that you think I’m attractive?”

“U-Um… Y-Yes…” he stammered, entranced by her feverish gaze.

“And that… that you imagined…”

“Yes…”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Izumi’s face suddenly filled his vision and her lips locked onto his. The force of her kiss knocked him back onto the floor and his arms came up to brace her against him, one arm circling around her shoulder, the other sliding along her back. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest and he felt himself twitch at the sensation.

His head was spinning. He didn’t quite understand how this had happened, but his brain finally registered that he was kissing the woman he’d been crushing on for months and all other logic flew from his mind. Acting on pure adrenaline and instinct, he pressed his tongue forward to part her lips. With a slight whimper, Izumi allowed him access into her mouth as she bore down on him further to deepen their kiss. He could feel his lungs burning, but he didn’t want to part – didn’t want to let his lips leave hers for even a moment.

Suddenly, he was breathing again as he felt Izumi push herself off his body. Before he could say anything – or even think anything – she unexpectedly shifted and straddled his legs. His breath hitched in his throat as she slowly trailed her hands up his thighs, creeping closer to his erection.

“I-Izumi?”

And then her hand was wrapped around his length and he let out a choked gasp at the sudden contact. Her fingers were smooth and soft, and his cock twitched reflexively at her touch. He couldn’t contain his moan as she began to stroke him up and down.

“Um… It-It’s been a while since I’ve done this, s-so please tell me if it’s okay,” she murmured, ducking her head in embarrassment. He could see red staining the tips of her ears as she began pumping more earnestly.

“A-Ah! Y-you’re doing fine. Loosen your grip a bit… You can take it slow,” he responded with a small chuckle. She was seriously so cute.

Slowly gaining more confidence, and urged on by his gasps and groans, Izumi applied a bit more pressure as she stroked up and down, making sure to give careful consideration to every inch of his length. She could feel Tsumugi’s muscles tense underneath her as she kept a steady rhythm and tension in her grip. Before long, she could see beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. Swiping the sticky liquid with her thumb, she slowly dragged it down his shaft, using it as lubricant to speed up her motions.

“A-Ah, Izumi. W-Wait, st-stop,” Tsumugi gasped.

“S-Sorry, was I too rough?” she asked anxiously, moving her hand away quickly.

“No – you were great! I… I just… I want to touch you too,” he stammered, pushing himself up into a seated position.

He reached over and buried his hands into her hair – tied back behind her head in a bun – and pulled her forward for another slow and languid kiss. Izumi thought she would melt into him then and there and it wasn’t because of the heat of the steam around them. She had always been attracted to the handsome and gentle Winter Troupe leader, but she had never entertained the thought that he might like her back. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was all some fever dream.

“Izumi, will you… Will you let me try something?” Tsumugi asked softly as he parted from her.

Still stunned, the young woman could only nod. Disentangling their limbs, he gently grabbed her hand and guided her into the hot spring waters.

“It’s a bit warmer here, don’t you think?” he noted with a chuckle. He then turned her around so that her back faced him. “Can you lean over and brace yourself on the edge?”

“Uh, I can, but…  what are you going to do?” Izumi asked, though her mind was already jumping to the most obvious conclusion.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go inside. I don’t have a condom on me, after all, so… this will be the next best thing. Just stand with your legs like this.”

Soon Izumi was bent over, with her backside towards Tsumugi. Her hands were splayed on the edge of the hot spring pool to prop herself up, and her legs were spread very slightly apart. She knew that her body was still wet from the hot spring water, but there was a distinctly different kind of wetness gathered between her legs.

Suddenly, Tsumugi’s hands were on her hips, and then she felt something warm glide between her thighs and along her folds. Izumi gasped at the foreign sensation and nearly lost her balance. However, Tsumugi’s hands steadied her and he continued sliding his cock back and forth against the outside of her wet lips.

“You’re… so wet, Izumi. You feel amazing…” he groaned in between his thrusts.

She could feel hot juices flow out of her as his pace quickened. The rubbing sensation against her most intimate parts made her moan and she could feel her heartrate quicken. It felt ridiculously good – way better than anything her own hands could do – and wanting to feel more friction, she unconsciously squeezed her legs closer together.

Tsumugi moaned behind her as she tightened her thighs around his cock. The heat from the steam and from the blood rushing into his nether regions was beginning to cloud his mind. He couldn’t help but pick up the speed of his thrusts, revelling in the feeling of the soft warmth.

As he hastened his thrusts, Izumi could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against her was too pleasurable and she cried out involuntarily with each stroke. Desperate to ride the wave of heightening sensation, she began to thrust her hips back against him, feeling her ass slap against his hips.

An electrifying sensation started spreading through her body as her pants and moans became louder. And then, she was tipped over the edge as her orgasm crashed into her. She could only gasp out Tsumugi’s name weakly as she clenched her legs tightly together and shuddered, feeling the shocks of her pleasure rush through her entire body.

She could just vaguely register Tsumugi groan deep in his throat as he continued to thrust between her clenched thighs and she gasped at the feeling of his cock sliding against her sensitive pussy. But, before she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, he pulled back suddenly with a loud moan. His hands brought her hips down, and then she felt a splatter of warm liquid land on her back.

The young director’s legs were shaking and she thought she would collapse into the water, but Tsumugi slid one of his legs between hers and steadied her with his hands.

“S-Sorry, did I go overboard?” he asked softly, his breath still ragged. “Let me clean you up.”

He quickly grabbed the hand towel he had brought with him and gently wiped off his fluids from her back.

“N-No, I’m fine, just, um…. maybe a bit lightheaded,” she responded as she let herself sink down into the hot water. Her body still felt like it was on fire, she could barely even register the temperature difference despite the water being much hotter than the cool air on her skin.

“I-I’m so sorry, what was I thinking! You were already soaking in here already too. Let’s get you out of here and I’ll get you some water.”

Before he could panic any further, she grabbed his wrist and tugged on it lightly to get his attention. Suddenly feeling shy, as the realization of what they had done sunk in, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

“Um, Tsumugi, it’s okay! Please don’t apologize. I… I really enjoyed it…”

Tsumugi could feel his heartbeat speed up once more as he took in the sweet, coy look on her face.

“M-Me too….” he responded with a shy smile of his own.

He couldn’t be happier that he had suddenly woken up early that morning.

Annnnnnnnnd, that’s a wrap. I have nothing to say for myself, but I had a blast writing every second of this. Hopefully someone out there other than myself appreciates the trash fire that constantly burns in my head. As always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! I look at every one to give myself motivation to keep writing! Or, if you’re shy since this is smut, feel free to just drop an anonymous comment in my ask box as well! Thanks for reading everyone~

-Anmitsu

[mypersonalrambling]

Passion Warfare

Warnings: Violence, Sexual themes, Language, Smut, Angst 

Word Count: 11087

Pairing: Alex x Reader, Bill X Reader

Requested: By  @walkxthexmoon​ :). I hope you enjoy this piece. Thank you for being patient during this process! 

Author’s note: This took awhile for me to finish. It’s been one the more challenging pieces to write because I know next to nothing about boxing. I wanted to make sure the sequence of events was as close to reality as possible, although there still may be some inaccuracies. 

Summary: AU Alex Hogh Andersen and Bill Skarsgard are well known Scandinavian boxers. The two know nothing of each other until an encounter has them realize they both want the same woman. 

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Today is the only day Alex hasn’t been in training. The two of you are watching his last boxing match on TV. Alex repeatedly states he needs to watch his matches over and over, to learn what he could have done better. He isn’t one to let things go when it comes to boxing. Anything he could improve on he was going to. Even when he has no upcoming matches he’s in the gym training close to every day. This isn’t a complete shock though, you’re ex-boyfriend, Bill, is also a boxer and it was the same way. You realize that if you are going to continually date boxers then your life will consist of always being second to the ring. 

Unlike Bill, however, Alex is more flexible, understanding, giving you time and attention. Alex and you aren’t even dating and he makes time for you. Bill hardly ever did and the two of you dated for four years. You met Bill before he’d made it big. He wasn’t training much in the beginning then he won his first match and things went crazy from there. Bill blew up seemingly overnight. He went from fighting a couple of times a month to only fighting three or four times a year, to give him time to prepare. “You okay, Babe?” Alex questions, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah, just daydreaming is all. What were you saying?” Alex looks concerned but he lets it go. He knows if you aren’t ready to talk about something, there is no use prying. 

“See right there, I should have put my weight on my left leg instead of my right leg. I wouldn’t have fallen back when he hit me,” he points his finger at the huge screen, rewinding the recording for what felt like the hundredth time. 

You try to appear interested but you’ve heard this all before. It makes you nervous, knowing the relationship could take a turn, ending up how it did with Bill. “If you’d kept your weight on your toes, it would have given you more leverage to block, but also allowed you to maneuver out of the way.” 

“See that’s why I like you. You don’t mind watching and listening to my critiques. Plus you’re able to give tips. No one else is ever interested in this. They all complained and always asked to be doing something else.” Alex rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. Though you would rather be engaging in other activities, you take any time spent with him. 

“Yeah, I’ve been around it for so long that I’ve picked up on some techniques.” Alex knows your ex was a boxer but you’ve kept him in the dark about who it was. You made a promise to yourself to not tell him in case he ever met him or worse fought him. 

“I remember you saying that before, but you’re with me now. I’m not going to be like him. I know I train all the time, but I still make time for you, right? I know there are times like this where we’re watching the last match so I can improve but we’re still together. How about we go out to dinner tonight? That little place on the corner is open late. They have the best Chinese food.” You shake your head yes, appreciating the gesture. He may not always have time, but he makes up for it with nice gestures and letting you know how much he cares for you. 

The two of you spent the next few hours watching and rewatching his match. He virtually fills an entire notebook of improvements to be made. He would take them to his trainer, Leif, tomorrow so the two of them could come up with a game plan to incorporate the adjustments needed for Alex to become better.  

By the time you arrive at the restaurant, the dinner crowd was slowly filing out. This made the dinner more intimate, able to focus on each other. Alex isn’t extremely well known but enough at least one person usually comes up to ask for an autograph when the two of you are out. Conversation flows freely, the two of you are able to talk about anything. Alex pays attention to the littlest detail when it comes to you. He grasps onto everything you say. “I love listening to you. I could listen to you talk about your passions forever. You invest your time into such important issues, it makes me wonder why you would ever put up with a simple boxer like me.” 

“You’re not just a simple boxer. You care about important issues as well. And if you don’t think I feel the same way about listening to you talk about boxing then you’re mistaken.” You reach over to rest your hand on top of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The food was magnificent, you forgot how delicious food could be when it wasn’t frozen. The end comes way too quickly, however much to your pleasure Alex invites you to stay the night. 

By the time you awoke he was gone, the first thing you do every morning is to make a cup of coffee. Alex had preset the coffee machine to have a cup ready for only a few minutes ago; the steam still rising out of the cup. He left a sweet note on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine, “Thank you for spending the day with me yesterday, Doll. I’ll be back around three and I made reservations at your favorite place. Be ready by five, see you soon, have a great day.” The note is signed with the letter A accompanied by a smiley face. 

Since today is one of the only two you didn’t have to work, you decide to get Alex a little present. The first thought you have is to grab his favorite dessert, for after dinner. However, since he was training you decide to get him another sweet treat. There is a lingerie shop a few blocks from you. You make the short trek to the shop, eager to find the perfect piece. Considering Alex’s favorite color was red, even his boxing uniform had to have red in it, you look for any ensemble with red.  

Walking into the shop, the choices are overwhelming, so many colors and styles. You want a piece that is simple, but elegant. Understated is usually your go-to, although today you are feeling adventurous. Suddenly a dark, red ensemble catches your attention. It was simple with lace cups, flowy at the bottom, yet would accentuate all your amazing assets. He would never know it was under your clothes until he was getting ready to take them off of you. 

Alex keeps to his word and is home by three. He looks worn out, you’re unsure if he will even still want to go to dinner or if the only thing on his mind was sleep. “You’re looking rough, tough workout?”

“Yeah, it’s been kicking my ass. My trainer wants to continuously get me into better shape for any upcoming fights there may be in the future. Let me rest for a bit, I’ll hop in the shower then we can head to dinner.” He throws his bag on the floor by the door. You knew it would be there until the next morning when he stuffed even more clothes into it. 

“Are you sure you aren’t too tired? We could always reschedule.” Of course, you want to go however, you know the toll training has on his body. You learned long ago plans would inevitably be canceled more than kept. A moment of thought crossed his face but soon is replaced by exhausted determination. 

“No, no I’m just needing a moment to relax. A massage might help,” a smirk spread across his face. 

“You know if that happens we won’t make it to dinner. Now go take a hot bath.” He makes his way to the bathroom. You take this opportunity to change into the lingerie and the outfit for the night. You hope he invites you to spend the night again or at least accepts the invitation if it comes to staying at your place. Alex comes out not too much later looking like a new person. He practically looks as if he hadn't been training all day. “You look refreshed.”

“The bath helps, but probably not as much as a massage would have.” He winks always having to make a cheeky comment. He is never one to hold back when it came to sex or jokes about sex. Usually, he would make the comments at the most inappropriate times, only loud enough for you to hear. 

“Maybe if you’re good. I’ll give you one after dinner.” Your eyes take in his entire body. It’s difficult not to stare when he is standing completely nude. He isn’t shy about his body, not that there was a need to be, he has a relatively perfect physique. 

“Oh yeah? What do I have to do to get one?” He and you have slept together a few times that never stops you from being amazed at how good he looks. His body is defined from all the training, his muscles becoming more prominent by the day. “Helloooooo, you know it’s not polite to stare?” He says, waving a hand. 

“Sorry, you just look so good. Dinner is a pretty good start, may add more stipulations later.” You throw clothes at him, signaling for him to get dressed. 

“Well, that’s not fair. How am I supposed to be good if there are no guidelines?” He makes a show of nonchalantly putting his clothes on. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of him. His playfulness is one of the many things you like about him. 

“Life isn’t fair, you should know that. Now come on, let's go or we’ll be late.” He finishes getting dressed, and you know he isn’t done with the teasing. It would be an all-night event. 

The dinner goes successfully, the conversation flowing freely, and the food is delicious. It’s a small hole in the wall joint that makes the best pasta around. Alex and you can barely keep your hands to yourselves. The two of you are sitting on one side of a quaint booth. Throughout dinner Alex keeps a hand on your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze here and there. As you suspect he skips dessert, knowing if he didn’t, it would mean an extra hard workout the next day. 

Alex drives with one hand on your thigh. His skin is hot against yours. He always seems to have his hand touching some part of you. It feels peculiar to be with someone who is openly affectionate. You are used to a minimal amount of touches or caresses. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, you aren’t the best at showing affection. He drives you back to your apartment, the anticipation killing you. He parks out front waiting for you to initiate, “Do you want to come in?”

Alex didn’t take long to say yes. It’s easy to see the lust in his eyes. Now you’re standing in the bathroom staring, hoping he likes the lingerie you chose. Although, you know Alex likes you in anything. He’s told you plenty of times you could wear a garbage bag and he would love how it looks on you. He was the type to just appreciate having an intimate moment together. When you finally open the door you see him lying on the bed propped up on his elbows, “Wow, you look…….exquisite,” he pauses before the last word. 

“You think so? I picked red because it’s your favorite color.” You sit down straddling his lap, running your hands through his hair, watching as his whole body relaxes. Moving your hands to his shoulder, beginning to knead them giving him the much-needed massage. As you begin to stand up, Alex lets out a frustrated humph. “Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach,” you say motioning the action. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, turning until he’s lying face down. Grabbing the oil that’s set on the nightstand, you kneel on the bed so you’re straddling him. You generously pour oil on to his back, already able to feel how tense he was. Even though this is a foreshadow of the night's events, you want to do your best to make him feel better. You work slowly, making sure to knead every tense spot. “Ughhh, your hands are magic. I swear it doesn’t even feel this good when a professional does it. Have you ever thought about changing professions?”

Though you know he is only joking, it has crossed your mind a couple of times. Every single partner you’ve been with had suggested it to you. You did plan to massage his entire back, however, Alex couldn’t wait for the end. He flips you over about partway through, “Sorry Doll, can’t wait any longer.” You’re able to feel how hard he is and begins to grind while he’s on top of you. He presses you into his chest, trying to get as close as possible. The two of you spend the night getting your own type of workout that would have him extremely tired for tomorrow’s training. 

You work the next couple of days, they go by in a blur. You and Alex talk a bit on the phone, just to check-in. You‘re excited to go see Alex train today, it is one of your favorite things to do, watch hot, sweaty men beat the shit of each other. By the time you get to the gym, Alex has already been training for three hours. You find Alex has been utilizing the heavy bag and speed bag. One to improve his speed the other to improve accuracy and technique. Currently, he is hitting the speed bag. His arms moving at such a fast pace, it was practically impossible for you to be sure how he could see the bag to hit it properly. Leif is giving improvements as he went, Alex taking and utilizing them promptly. 

Two hours later, Alex is finished for the day, he tells you to wait while he takes a quick shower so he doesn't stick all the way home. You sit outside the locker room, scrolling through your phone until someone coming out of the locker room catches your eye. Doing a double-take, your breath hitched. It couldn’t be him, he is usually in Sweden, why would he be here in Denmark? You try not to stare, but your eyes are glued. You must have made a noise because the next thing you know, his eyes are locked on yours. You wish he would walk away without saying a word. The two of you haven't talked in months and now isn’t the time to do so. He doesn't seem to feel the same because he makes his way to you. “Hello, Y/N,” his voice is strained. 

“Bill, what are you doing here?” Your heart is racing, what if Alex came out? How would you explain this to him? You’ve kept Bill from him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He isn’t one to not show his protectiveness over you; it would be even worse after finding out Bill was your ex. 

“I train here now, closer to my new apartment.”

“You have an apartment here?” Shit, he even moved closer to you. It seems impossible to get away from him. Bill and you didn’t end on the best terms. “Why did you move here?”

“I moved because my trainer quit and I found out this place has the best trainers. I couldn’t just go to any trainer. They need certain qualifications. What are you doing here?” He is agitated, his jaw set, his nostrils flared, his hands were balled at his side. 

“Just waiting on my friend. They train here as well.” You know that isn’t the whole truth, however, it isn’t a lie. Neither you nor Alex set a title for your relationship. Without a doubt, you know Bill wouldn’t accept that answer. He is never one to leave things alone. 

“They...are you waiting on a boyfriend?” His fists clench even tighter, inevitably knowing his nails would be leaving marks on his palms. 

“No, it’s not a boyfriend.” 

“Then who?”

“It just...doesn’t matter. I don’t have to tell you. We aren’t dating anymore.” Now you are beginning to get angry. Who did he think he is? Acting as if you were still part of his life anymore. He didn’t have the right to know your life. He lost that right when he failed to put any effort into the relationship.

You shift from side to side, hoping Bill would leave before Alex came out of the locker room. It would cause even more problems than you’re already facing. Much to your dismay, Alex pops out seconds later.  

He makes his way over to the two of you, “You ready to go? Who is this?” Alex knows who Bill is. He’s too popular for Alex not to know that he is also a boxer. 

“I’m Bill and you are?” Bill’s voice is overly sweet although his facial expressions gave his true feelings away. 

“Name’s Alex, how do you know Y/N?” He isn’t any better at hiding his emotions than Bill is. It makes you wonder if all boxers have that issue. 

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Bill states. 

“Pretty sure I asked you first.” Distain seeping through Alex's voice. 

“I’m Y/N’s ex-boyfriend. We dated for four years. Surprised she hasn’t mentioned me.” 

“Oh, she has, most of it not good I’m afraid.” It wasn’t necessarily true, you did speak about the good times you shared with Bill, however, you let Alex know upfront about your apprehensions of dating another boxer. 

“Oh really?” Bill’s eyebrows raise in shock. You would do anything to disappear at this moment. You never wanted to have them in the same room together, let alone having a conversation with each other. 

“Yeah, she’s much better off now. Anyway, we need to get going, don’t we Babe?” Alex slips his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. If either Bill or Alex could get away with it, you were sure either of them would throw a punch. 

“Yes, yes, we have a lot to do.” The reality is Alex and you would go separate ways tonight. Though you know there would be a long conversation about the events of today. And you knew there is a high probability he is going to be very upset at the fact you never mentioned Bill’s name. 

“Of course, I’ll see you around.” Bill gives a forced smile before Turning the other direction and walking away. 

“He’s your ex? I’ve seen him here for the past couple of months. He’s here almost every day that I’m here and I’ve been training beside him, not knowing this is who you’ve been talking about all this time. I thought he was an arrogant bastard before. Now I know he is, all the shit he put you through.” Alex runs his fingers through his hair, giving the ends a little tug. He isn’t one for confrontation, outside of the ring of course. Although he isn’t able to hide his emotions, you know that he would never actually hit someone without being provoked. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would be better if you didn’t know, for this reason. You’re in the same sport, you were bound to run into one another. And he can be a little cocky at times. Well maybe really cocky, but this right here is what I wanted to avoid.” Your voice squealing at the end, unable to fight your anxiety any longer. “Please can we just go.” Your whole body feels as if it would implode at any second, your entire body shaking. 

To no surprise Alex takes you home, leaving you to think about the events over and over; wondering if there was any way to avoid it. Then you realize, nothing you did would have avoided this. If they hadn’t met today, they would have met at some point at a match. 

You lay in bed until you’re unable to keep your eyes open. You knew you had to wait until your physical exhaustion overtook your anxiety-ridden mind. 

Meeting Alex happened by accident. You went to the gym to find Bill, however, you ended up funding Alex. Seeing him in person was completely different. You kept up with all the up and comers, Alex being one of them. He stopped his training session just to come to talk to you. “Hello, I’m Alex. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N.” You were unsure of his intentions. Bill was nowhere to be seen. You hoped he didn’t come out anytime soon. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy line. “Sorry that was so bad, has that ever worked on anyone?”

“Got your attention didn’t it? So it can’t be that bad. You looking for someone might be able to help you find them.” 

“Uh, just a friend, doesn’t look like they’re here though.” you hoped Bill didn’t pick this time to show his face. Maybe this was the sign you needed to not go back to him or more attempt to have him take you back. Alex is confident but hadn’t crossed the line into cocky. You awoke in a sweaty mess. Of course, your dreams are filled with the two of them. You couldn’t even get a break while asleep. Looking at the clock, you sigh in relief when you realize there are still a few hours to sleep. Turning on a podcast, hoping to take your mind in a different direction. 

The morning arrives all too soon. You make your way to work thankfully it was a short shift. Meaning you would have time to go see Alex train for a bit. 

The moment you walk in your heart stops, Bill is training next to Alex. All this time you’ve never seen him, now he’s appearing everywhere or so you felt. Walking over to Alex, he stops to greet you, “Hello Doll, how was work?”

“It was good, nothing exciting happened. Looks like you’re training hard. How much longer do you think you’ll be?” 

“Maybe an hour or two. You can always wait for me at my apartment if you’d like.” 

“I can wait. I like to watch, you look good when you’re all hot and sweaty.” There is just something so hot about seeing sweaty men that turns you on. It makes you wonder if that’s the only reason you continue to date men who are involved in extreme sports.

You watch as Alex gets into the ring with Leif. Leif was a former world champion boxer, now turned trainer after he became too old to compete. Both put on the required equipment, appearing determined. Leif’s fighting style is an out-boxer whereas Alex is a swarmer. Alex isn’t short, but he tends to be smaller than most of his opponents so he has to overwhelm them. He is very good at bobbing and weaving. He’s fast on his feet, easily able to evade most other fighters. Alex usually gets hit countless times before he can land a solid punch. 

Alex invades Lief’s space, immediately trying to close the space between them. Leif, however, is more of an out-boxer, wanting to put more space instead of less. He easily steps out of Alex’s reach, returning to a defensive stance. Alex knows exactly the offensive steps to corner Leif. Alex backs into the corner letting Leif come to him. Leif steps forward, leaving enough space Alex would have to step forward to hit him. Alex keeps his gloves to his face, shuffling until he can throw a hit. He misses, this doesn’t stop him from pushing Leif backwards until he is against the rope. This gives Alex ample opportunity to land punch after punch. The two seperate, Leif informing him of everything he needs to improve on.  

Watching him box is so sensual to you, the way he concentrates, the way he calculates moves. His strength and power showing through, making you want to jump him right there. Your shifting must have been noticeable because Bill caught your gaze, his mouth set in a straight line. Bill begins hitting harder, faster, knowing you’re watching. Your shifting worsens, the desire between your legs growing. Your mind wanders to both of their bodies pressed against yours the only thing on their minds is your pleasure. The two of them working together to make you feel nothing but pleasure. Their hands roaming your body, lips pressing against your skin leaving marks to be discovered later, A grunt pulls you out of your daydream. By the look on Alex’s face, you must have been staring at Bill. 

Excusing yourself you head to the restroom to splash water on your face. The coolness doing nothing at first. The desire between your legs isn’t any better, no amount of shifting was helping. Sitting down on a bench, giving yourself a moment to get your thoughts straight. Time escapes you until a message from one of your friends pops up making you realize Alex should almost be done training. 

Once you are done, you make your way back to the training area. Much to your relief Bill is gone. Alex begins to gather his belongings, giving you the side-eye. You watch as he gathers his gear, not once looking at you. Usually when he’s done the two of you make plans for the rest of the night. He doesn’t say anything but you know what he must be thinking, “I wasn’t staring at him,” You blurt, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“ No one said you were.” Alex does his best to keep the irritation out of his voice. 

“I was just daydreaming.” you sound defensive, knowing you’re giving your guilt away. “I...I…didn’t mean to. Alex, he and I dated for years, it’s still difficult to see him.” 

“I know, I’m sorry, I don’t want to lose you to him. I like you Y/N.” This is the first time Alex truly sounds like he’s letting his emotional guard down. It’s enough to break your heart. This is the first time you realize how much of your past relationship you’ve brought into this one. From the start you let your apprehensions be known about dating another fighter. You can’t believe it’s taken this for you to understand. Alex has been fighting against Bill this entire time. If you didn’t let past things go this would never work out with Alex because you would never let your guard down enough for him to truly win.

“You won’t, Alex it’s...he was a part of my life for so long.” This situation is bringing up all your buried emotions for Bill. However, this is just what you need to work through the suppressed feelings. Alex is a genuinely kind person, someone you didn’t want to lose. “I’m sorry, I should have never brought my pain from my past relationships into ours. I know right now there is nothing I can say will make it better, but I am sorry.” 

“I know Y/N, I know.” You remain quiet, letting the moment settle. The tension didn’t alleviate much, however, Alex drives to his apartment not willing to part with his routine. Many words aren’t spoken but that doesn’t stop the two of you from sharing one of the most passionate nights since you’ve met. Alex makes a show of letting you know the type of person you’re with now. A person who rarely puts himself above others, someone who never lets you forget how important you are to him. The night left you feeling more secure than you’ve felt in a while. 

The next few days went by like usual. When you aren’t working, you are at home or with Alex. Before this you had failed to recognize the routine Alex and you have fallen into. It makes you feel empty when there’s deviance. Everything has been going smoothly until you are at Alex’s apartment on a Friday afternoon. The television has been on in the background for most of the day. Paying it no mind until Bill’s face came onto the screen. “I challenge Alex Hogh Anderson to a match for the Scandinavian Championship title.”

“That asshole thinks I won’t.” Alex jumps up from the couch, rapidly pacing in front of the television. “Knew I couldn't stand him, he thinks I’m scared. I’ll show him,” he declares, punching the air a few times, getting into his defensive stance. “He’ll wish he’d never challenged me.” Alex has yet to sit back down. The news keeps replaying the segment. After hearing and seeing the smugness of Bill’s challenge a few times, you shut off the TV unsure of anything to say. Alex took this as guilt from you, “You’re awful quiet, did you know he was going to do this?’

“Of course not Alex, I don't talk to him. The last time we spoke was at the gym. I know you can beat him, but this is exactly what he wants from you. He wants you angry, he likes to know that he can get under your skin. Don’t give him that satisfaction. He’ll never let you live it down, he’ll always have that power over you.” You’re still in shock. Bill had always been competitive and cocky, you just now realizing how much. The nerve he had to challenge Alex, only because you’re with him, making your blood boil. Did he think this would win you back? Part of you wants to message him, but you know it was useless. And would only irritate Alex more. Alex calls his manager to let him know he isn’t going to back down from the challenge. 

On your way home, you wonder if this is worth it. Being with boxers is exciting, of course, but there always seems to be drama, no matter what. You don’t know how much longer you will be able to handle this. Is dating them worth this? You could find someone with a different profession, maybe a teacher. Someone who’s career doesn’t involve fighting or competitiveness. Although in your heart you know that would bore you to death. 

Lying in bed you will your mind to rest. Nothing would be more satisfying than sleeping for the rest of the night. Thoughts of Alex’s answer float through. You can only imagine the anger that will seep through his press talk. Alex has an almost perfect public image, he’s very knowledgeable about the art of remaining composed just enough for the camera’s yet having enough showmanship to attract the eye of new potential sponsors. Images of Bill and Alex flood your mind. The thought of them fighting made you sick to your stomach. Deciding there is nothing for you to do at the moment, you grab your favorite book, knowing eventually it will help you fall asleep. Before you know it you awoke to a book flung onto the floor, your phone buried under the covers, and a sore shoulder from falling asleep in the most uncomfortable position. 

You barely heard from Alex during the next few days. He’d send a text now and then, telling you he was training harder for the next few months. He promises you he isn’t upset however your gut is telling something completely different. Without evidence to support your irrational thoughts, you let the situation be for now. Bill messages you after the broadcast asking to meet and talk. You type and re-type a message a hundred times, yet no words seem right. Nothing good would come of meeting with him. If anything it would make matters worse. You know Bill would only apologize for the behavior then continue to not change. Bill tends to be impulsive and you are sure he is only doing this to attempt to get you back. He has learned something because he isn’t blowing up your phone. Bill used to be relentless, hardly ever letting things go even when you begged him. 

After a week of little communication, Alex finally messages you stating they have a date for the match. It’s five months away, giving both enough time to prepare. You are nervous for Alex; Bill is bigger and has more experience. Both of them are competitive with a bloodlust for winning. The fight would not be easy for either, it would take a complete knock out for the other to win. Messaging back you ask if the two of you can spend time together. 

A couple of hours go by before he responds. “I don’t have much time. I’m training once if not twice a day now. But I can squeeze you in. I feel bad for not seeing you lately. Would you mind meeting me at the gym? N’ bring an overnight bag. If you want that is.” 

You respond with a simple, be there as soon as I can. Instead of packing your normal overnight back with extra clothes to change into after sex, you only pack the essentials. It isn’t that you don’t want to have sex with him, however, you know from the sounds of his training schedule, he would be lucky to stay awake for longer than a couple of hours. 

Arriving at the gym, you take a few deep breaths to prepare yourself encase Bill happens to be there as well. Thankfully, Bill is nowhere in sight. Alex looks in even better shape than he generally does. His six-pack defined the lines sculpting a perfect shape. His arms are more prominent, the veins popping out when he clenches his fists. Even his jaw seems more defined, though you doubt it’s true. “Hi, Alex,” you keep your voice monotone, not sure how his mood is at the moment. 

“Hello, I'm glad you could make it.” A smile breaks out across his face. His demeanor would have you thinking, nothing rocky has happened in the past few days. 

“It’s quiet here today, generally more people are training.”

Alex must have read your mind because he goes quiet for a minute, “Yeah, Bill took his trainer to a different gym so we could train without the other seeing all of our moves. Both of us would have been too focused on watching the other to learn their style rather than focusing on bettering our own.” He goes back to punching the bag in front of him, hitting the same spot over and over. This has always been one of his best strategies, able to land multiple blows with force to the same spot. 

You sit down, enjoying the view. Alex trains for the next few hours, you occupy yourself by scrolling through your social media feed, wandering the gym, and attempting to hit the punching bags as you’ve seen Alex do. It makes you laugh when you can’t hit the bag more than twice in a row. You know there would be no boxing career in your future. Towards the end of the session, your stomach lets itself be known. Leif and Alex look over both give a small laugh. “Sounds like someone is ready to go. Let’s end it here for today. No training for tomorrow, you need a rest day with these extra workouts. I scheduled a massage for you in the morning, take it easy. I mean it,” Leif states giving a side-eye to both of you. 

Alex doesn’t clean up at the gym, wanting to get home as soon as possible. The two of you hop in the shower, you give him a mini massage of your own. Neither of you bothers to take Leif’s advice, by the time you are finished it was difficult to move. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling. It doesn't take much effort at all to fall asleep or stay asleep. 

You wake up feeling more refreshed than you have in a long time. Alex is still sound asleep, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors. Since it is the first time in a while you are awake before him, you decide to fix his favorite healthy breakfast. He stumbles out just as you’re finishing, “Mmm, smells delicious. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” 

“ I know, but I wanted to. You deserve a day of rest and being catered to.” You sit a plate in front of him. He shovels a couple of mouthfuls in while still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What time is your massage?” 

“Eleven, I believe. It’s only an hour though then we can spend the rest of the day together.” 

“What do you suppose we do with the rest of the day? I was thinking we could watch a couple of movies, maybe eat some popcorn, and just relax. I don’t want you to be too tired to train for the rest of the week.” Many more things pop into your head that you would much rather be doing, however, Alex needs to focus on his workouts to prepare for this fight. 

“Sounds like a great day to me. This is delicious by the way.” By the time you finish cooking your food, he’s almost done. 

“Thank you, now go hop in the shower before you’re late to the massage.” 

“I would much rather you be the one giving me a massage.” He finishes the rest of his food before hopping in to take a quick shower. You clean the kitchen before taking a shower yourself so you can go to the store and grab a few snacks. You make sure they are healthy so he'll be able to eat snacks without feeling guilty. 

Alex trains harder than you’ve ever seen him in the past couple weeks. Most days he is in the gym with only an hour or two break. While he’s gone you set up the living room for the most comfortable possible way to lie there all day. You hop in the shower before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt. 

He returns home, not much later looking somewhat relaxed. “How was the massage?” 

“It felt great while she was doing it, but now I’m sore. I’m gonna get some ibuprofen. Then we can spend the day watching movies.” He moves slowly, you feel bad, wondering if he should just lie in bed instead of on the couch with you. Though you know either way he is still going to be sore. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent watching a variety of movies. Everything from pure romance to the bloodiest scary movie. Although some movies go unwatched because the two of you are too busy catching up. You choose to stay the night, not knowing when the next time this will happen. It’s easy to get back into sync with the other as if your routine never strayed. 

The next four months continue in this pattern. You see him maybe one night a week for a few hours. You do appreciate the effort and any time you can see him. Many times you think about going to watch him train at the gym, but didn’t want to distract him. Only once did you visit him while training, however, that was to only drop off some extra workout clothes. He gave you a quick thank you, see you later before rushing back to training. 

Next week was the big press conference where Bill and Alex would trash talk, weigh-in, attempt to intimidate the other. Neither of them is the type of person who is easily intimidated. There is a high chance you are terrified enough for everyone. Alex could talk shit with the best of them, but so could Bill. The only difference was Alex was better at keeping his composure. Bill has a difficult time not showing his emotions on his face. This whole process was eating you up inside. You are with Alex but Bill is still important to you as well, though you hated to admit it. He was your first love and you’re unsure if you’ll ever be rid of feelings. 

In the next few days, you feel as if you are going to jump out of your skin. Your anxiety was so terrible, hives began to break out on your legs. Great, you thought, just what you need, another thing to worry about. You’ve been using every coping skill available to you. Some worked more effectively than others. You can’t wait for this to be over until then you are going to put your focus on the positives. Alex invites you to stay the night, even though the two of you will most likely be sleeping. 

The day of the press conference finally arrives, your nerves on edge. Alex leaves early in the morning, wanting to ensure he has enough time to make last-minute touches to his speech for the conference. You make the short drive to your apartment, giving yourself enough time to raid your closet. You want to make sure you have something appropriate to wear. Another part of you wants to dress alluring to throw Bill off his game. 

You settle for a compromise between business and alluring. You pick a blue dress, Bill’s favorite color, that hugs your body perfectly. A small part of you is uncertain whether it’s the best idea to try and attempt this. There is a chance this could backfire and would anger Alex even more than he already will be. These last few months have been hell for the two of you. Alex barely had any time for you, you were even lucky to receive a message from him. It’s been a long, lonely road, one you hope to never go through again. 

When you arrive at the conference, the place is already packed. The fans wait impatiently for it to begin. Alex makes sure to have a seat up front for you but off to the side so you aren’t grouped in with the fanatic fans. He knew how quickly things could become chaotic. You sit calmly, scrolling through your phone, answering the few messages from friends about the fight. Your best friend has been by your side, listening to you complain, talking you through the overthinking and doing their best to keep you sane. The stage is set so the moderator is in the middle of the stage with stools on each side. The closest two are where Bill and Alex will sit. Far enough apart the two wouldn’t be on top of each other, but close enough when things become heated, they could be in each other’s face. 

Finally, the moderator comes out on stage, “Is everyone ready?” Almost the entire crowd screams “YES!” at the top of their lungs. Nervousness washes over you, your stomach instantly began to hurt. “Alright, alright, here they are. Bill Skarsgard, a two-time champion and Alex Hogh Andersen, a first-time contender!” They work their way up to the stage, each sitting on opposite sides of the moderator. Bill scans the crowd, his eyes becoming glued to you the moment he sees you. You’re able to see his breath hitch for just a second. Alex watches the interaction, a moment of displeasure crosses his face. Someone who didn’t know Alex very well wouldn’t even notice, but you did. He knew you only wore the dress to tease Bill. 

The press conference is one of your most favorite parts of boxing challenges. There is just something thrilling about watching the two trash talk, doing their best to agitate the other. The conference starts calmly, however it doesn’t take long before the two can barely contain their disdain for the other. Every few minutes your eyes lock with one of them. The longer Alex sees you in the dress the more irritated he becomes. 

Both give and take little jabs at each other. Before long the two are in each other’s faces, close enough you’re sure spit was hitting the other every time they spoke. Bill did some of the best trash-talking, that was until the very end. Alex let the crowd die down as the conference was coming to the end, “I would just like to thank everyone for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of this. I most want to thank my gorgeous girlfriend Y/N. You know her, don't you Bill? Well, maybe not so much anymore.” Bill’s face turns red, clenching his jaw, and tight fists at his sides. If there hadn’t been cameras and a thousand or more witnesses you’re sure Bill would have punched him right there. The crowd goes silent, everyone waiting for Bill’s response, however instead Bill walks off stage. 

After the conference, you meet up with Alex for just a brief moment. The two of you sit in his car not saying a word. You decide to break the silence, “Really Alex? You just had to bring up the fact I’m with you know. There was no reason for that.” You know you shouldn’t be as pissed as you are, but you felt he crossed a line.

“Yes because I knew it would get to him. I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment. He deserved it, after all, he said to me. But you’re right I should have tried to think of another comeback.” 

“I’m sorry, I overreacted. I know it’s hard to think on the spot when you're in front of that many people. This whole thing is ridiculous to me so it seems everything puts me on edge.” You grab his hand, rubbing your thumb over the back. The two of you spend the next hour talking about all the activities you’re going to do after the match. The one thing you agreed on is a vacation, it didn’t even matter where. 

The match is finally here. You aren’t sure if you’re calm because your anxiety has passed beyond feeling anxious or if the fact the day finally here, you are excited for it to be over. 

Alex messages you, “Good morning. Can’t wait to see you.” He must have gone to his trainer to prepare. Nothing would make you happier than being able to relax, Alex told you after this fight, he was going to take it, at least easy for him. 

When you arrive, the only people there are the crew and the building personal and of course Alex and Bill. You walk to Alex’s locker room to see him and Leif going over last-minute strategies. “If he backs up, keep moving until he’s in no position but to fight. Don’t let him maneuver past you, his defense will be thrown off.”

“Okay.” Alex’s voice gave away his true feelings. There was a barely distinguishable shake in his voice. 

“If that isn’t an option, try to stay back until he tires himself out. Use his strategy against him.” Alex shakes his head, looking focused. 

“Hey, Alex.” Your voice is meek not wanting to interrupt them, but you doubt they would have stopped talking anytime soon. 

“Y/N, you’re here early. Thought you wouldn’t be here until a little later.” 

“Yeah, I just wanted to see you before the fight. I can leave and come back if you’d like.” 

“No, no it’s fine. I’m happy you’re here.” He walks over, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss. “I do have to prepare though. Can she stay?”

“No, I want all of your focus on preparing. Sorry Y/N.” Leif did sound genuinely apologetic. It makes you wonder if Alex had told him who Bill was to you. 

“I understand, I’ll see you after.” Leif did inform you there is a lounge to sit in if you didn't want to leave. You decide to stay so you won’t have to fight the crowd coming in again. You sit down on the couch, grab your book out of your purse and begin to read. 

A couple of hours later you take a break, checking your phone, ignoring all of the texts flooding your phone. You know most of them only want to discuss the fight. Getting on Twitter you see the championship is trending, everyone debating on who they thought is going to win. It’s split fifty-fifty; some thought Bill would win due to the fact that he has more experience. Several thought Alex would win due to his fighting style and determination. 

The lounge remains empty, much to your enjoyment. You didn’t have the energy to talk with anyone especially knowing it would only be about who you thought would win. Only a few members of Bill’s team would know your relationship with him and would take too much energy to explain you’re here for Alex. 

Around an hour before the match, you change into a custom made jersey dress. It’s red and black with Hogh Anderson on the back. You didn’t tell Alex about it, wanting to surprise him. You opt to go to the locker room for hopefully a short, encouraging pep talk. Alex’s eyes grew huge when he saw you in the dress. “You like?” You grin, giving him a little twirl. 

He closes the space until you’re pressed into his chest. “Very much so,” he leans in to press his lips against yours. It’s as if no one was there besides the two of you. He pulls away first, “Now that’s what I call a good luck kiss. Sorry to cut it so short, but it’s almost time.” 

“Of course, I’ll see you afterward. Good luck baby.” You whisper the last part in his ear. 

Walking towards the arena you scan until you see Alex’s family. You and his mom converse, that is until Valter notices you are sitting beside him. “Hello Y/N, long time no see.”

“Uh...yeah, been busy.” Your brain pauses unsure of what to say. It crosses your mind to ask one of Alex’s family members to switch seats, but you aren’t going to let him get the best of you. 

“I bet dating a boxer is difficult. Although you would know since you’ve dated two. Funny how you left one just to date another.” Heat shot to your face, is he really going to talk about this here. Bill let it be known you’d hurt him, but maybe even more than he let on. 

“Really? Are you seriously going to talk about this now? It doesn’t even concern you.” Valter doesn’t seem fazed. He turns back to his family, acting nonchalant. 

Soon Alex and Bill walk out of their locker rooms, followed by their teams. The crowd erupts in cheers. It takes a few minutes for everyone to settle down. The announcer, Jesper,  stands in the middle of the ring, the crowd quiets down to a murmur. He faces the camera informing the fans in person and at home, the fight would soon begin. Alex and Bill are in their respective corners, both turn to face the middle, their teams hyping them up. “Welcome to the Heavyweight Championship of the World. In this corner, we have Alex Hogh Anderson.” Jesper reads off Alex’s stats, a mixture of boos and cheers arise from the crowd. “AND in this corner, we have the returning Scandinavian Champion, Bill Skarsgard!” Jesper then reads Bill’s stats from the previous year. 

The referee then steps in announcing there will be twelve rounds, lasting three minutes and explains the rules to each contestant. Both appear focused, only one thing on their mind, winning. Alex and Bill stretch, jump and wait for the bell to ring. Shortly after the bell rings signaling the beginning of the first round. Alex makes the first move, trying to get Bill pushed into a corner, Bill  maneuvers himself out of the way. Alex tries once more to no avail. Bill analyzes the situation waiting for the right moment to take his first swing at Alex. His fist collides with Alex’s left cheek, stunning Alex. The arena erupts in cheers, the excitement of the first hit landed. It doesn’t take long before Alex regains his composure, starting his method of attempting to corner Bill. He isn’t able to accomplish this before the round ends. They go to their corners, taking a break, their trainers reminding them of techniques. 

The next few rounds continue in the same fashion. Alex and Bill, both get in their punches. They become more and more exhausted as the match goes on. There are many instances where it looks as if they are cuddling in the ring. It makes you giggle if only the two actually liked each other that much. Bill is usually the first one to push away, giving him the best chance of trying to catch Alex off guard and get a few hits in. This only works a couple of times. It doesn’t take Alex long to learn Bill’s strategy. 

By the time the final round arrives the anticipation is killing you. Both have gotten their fair share of hits in. At this point, it seems to be anyone’s game. As much as you hate to admit it, you are surprised Alex has been able to keep up with Bill. The differences in strategies add a level of learning for both of them. They have to try and gauge the other’s next move though it’s different than what they themselves would have done. 

Bill lands a few punches making Alex unsteady, blood dripping down his face. Alex dodges Bill’s assault for the next thirty seconds. Regaining his composure Alex comes back twice as hard, pushing Bill until he has nowhere to go but in a corner. Alex lands punch after punch. Bill is only able to block a few, his efforts to push Alex back appear useless. The timer continues to count down until only ten seconds are remaining. The crowd shouts along with the timer until it hits zero. When the bell signals the end of the round, Alex backs away, leaving everyone to see Bill’s bruised and bloody face. Bill slumps down unable to move. Alex looks more shocked than anyone. 

Medical personnel and Bill’s team swarm to give him the appropriate medical attention. Once he regains consciousness they go to their corners, their teams help them rehydrate, take their gloves off, and wipe off the sweat. The energies exuding from either side are vastly different. Cameras are instantly in the ring, ready to interview them. They interview Alex first, giving Bill time to have his wounds cleaned. After the interviews are over, the crowd disappears slowly. You remain in your seat until there is almost no one left. You hope it’s enough time for Alex to have time to rest. 

Arriving at the locker room, you’re surprised to see it empty besides Alex and Leif. The two are reviling in the win. Walking a little closer you can hear what they’re saying, “I told you that I knew you’d win. That’s your first knockout Alex and against a previous champion. It’s no easy feat. I’m proud of you Alex.” Leif hugs him, giving him a few pats on the back. 

“Alex,” you announce wanting to get his attention, but not wanting to interrupt.

“Y/N, I can’t believe I won,” he says bewildered, making his way towards you. The two of you stay in the embrace not wanting to let go. It’s been so long since the two of you have had time to just enjoy the other’s presence. Leif excuses himself, letting Alex know they would celebrate tomorrow so he could have the rest of the night to relax. “I want to thank you, Y/N. You don’t know how much your support means. It’s one of the only things that kept me going. You know I’m gonna take it easy for the next few weeks and give you all my attention.” 

“Alex, I’m just happy it’s finally over. I know the risks of dating a boxer. Of course, I was going to support you. I am happy you won.” You lean in to kiss him. You are happy he won, however, the relief of it being over overshadowed the win. He doesn’t seem fazed, not wanting anything more than to be with each other. “Here let me help you with your wounds.” He sits down while you gather the supplies. 

He flinches when you first apply pressure. It doesn’t take long since most of his wounds had been tended to during the match. A soft knock causes you both to turn. Bill is standing near the door. “Hi, I just want to say congrats on the win and sorry for causing all of this.”

“Thanks, man. You did a great job, surprised I won actually.” You knew that had to hurt Alex to admit, but he was trying to play nice with Bill. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. 

“I’m sorry for starting all this Y/N. I shouldn’t have challenged him just because I was jealous. I was upset about losing you, especially to another fighter after you said you didn’t want to date me anymore because training took too much of my time. I was having a hard time letting you go,” Bill says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Thank you for apologizing. I’m just glad it’s over. I will admit the process was exhausting and the match was entertaining.” What you want to say is the match was provocative. The two of them fighting, their sweaty bodies pressing together. The imagery brought heat between your legs. 

“Y/N?” Alex questions raising his hand in front of you. “You not staring at Bill again?” He asks smirkingly. 

“I...uh…” You’re at a loss for words. There is no way you are going to be able to explain your way out of this. 

“Again?” Bill appears confused, but also intrigued. 

“Oh, yeah a few months ago before this all started. When you first began training at the gym. She blurted she wasn’t staring at you. Can’t help but wonder what goes on in her head.” You’re starting to panic, how are you going to get out of this?

“Oh did she. I bet I know what’s going on in her head.” Bill has known you much longer than Alex, giving you time to confess some of your deepest sexual fantasies.  

“Oh yeah?” Alex stares inquisitively.  

“She mentioned a few times a fantasy of hers was to have a threesome. I assume you already know about how hot she gets from watching us box.” Bill’s voice is laced with cockiness. 

“She’s mentioned the latter, but never the first part.” Alex raises an eyebrow at you. The tension in the air soon turned from awkward to sexual. Alex makes his way over to you first, Bill follows soon after. Alex stands behind you, placing kisses to your neck. Bill is more hesitant waiting for permission from you. Giving him a reassuring nod, he shuffles forward placing a hand on your waist. Looking into his eyes feelings of lust come rushing back. Bill pulls you closer to him leaning down to kiss you. 

Alex’s hand slips under your dress, fingers grazing over your covered core. Instinctively you tangle a hand in Bill’s hair, bringing back the last time the two of you were together. He follows Alex’s lead, bringing a hand under your dress to knead and pinch your nipples. You tug at the bottom of Bill’s shirt wanting it off, you want anything standing between you and the two of them gone. 

They follow your hint, the three of you racing to get clothes off. You stand back looking at the two of them: cocks hard, dripping precum, their bodies bruised from the fight, their eyes almost black from dilation. Making your way to them, dropping to your knees, grabbing both cocks in each hand. Both men let out a slew of cuss words, their hands naturally tangle in your hair. Bill’s cock is long and slim, whereas Alex has more girth, both beautiful. 

Quickly you move your head until your lips are almost touching Alex’s tip. You lick a long strip up his shaft, teasing, knowing he loves it. After a few short licks, you take him in your mouth until his tip is reaching the back of your throat. Your pace is moderate, not wanting him to come too soon. Popping him out of your mouth, you switch to Bill. With no hesitation, you take him into your mouth. It’s more difficult than you could have imagined trying to concentrate on two people at once. 

Bill pulls you off of him, pulling you so you are standing. He attaches his lips to your neck: sucking, biting, sure to leave a mark. You’re so focused on him you fail to notice Alex dropping to his knees, only noticing when you can feel his hot breath against your thighs. Alex gives you no mercy, leaving many marks behind. Bill soon switches his assault to your breasts. The feeling is so overwhelming, you can barely keep your knees from shaking. Thankfully both of them have a grip on you. 

With no warning Alex wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, using his tongue to draw circle eights. You feel fingers running along your pussy, collecting the quickly forming juices, though it isn’t until they’re slipped in, you realize it’s Bill’s fingers. Bill is still working on making as many marks as possible along your torso. Sweat begins to form on your forehead, a tightening in your stomach, you are grasping at the air. Your orgasm rushes over your body, both men holding you up until you regain your composure. Once they’re sure you can stand for yourself, they move away. 

Alex searches for anything to throw on the floor. He finds and throws a couple of towels down, hoping to cover enough space to lie down without being on the cold floor. He lies down waiting for you to climb on top of him. You hover above him, so you can align yourself. A moan escapes your lips, loving the feeling of having him inside of you. You move your hips in circles, Alex’s hands resting on your hips. Your high is close approaching, so fast you almost forget Bill is standing there. “Come join us.” You whimper. 

Bill looks unclear of where he should place himself. “I have lube in my bag,” your breathing is labored. A puzzled look crosses his face, but not for long. He digs in your bag finally finding it at the bottom applying a generous amount to his fingers before running a couple around your puckered hole. Bill inserts his fingers slowly, stretching you until he’s sure you’ll be able to take him. You’ve never been so thankful for almost always carrying lube in your overnight bag. 

Alex stops thrusting so Bill can inch into you. Bill takes his time when he’s fully in neither of them move. You thought you’d felt fullness before with just one of them, this, however, is one of the most breathtaking sensations. “Please...move.” Your voice is weak and pleading. Alex thrusts first setting the pace of long, hard strokes. Bill attempts to copy Alex’s movements so they were thrusting at the same time. 

The feeling of two cocks thrusting at the same time was euphoric. It’s nothing that you’ve ever felt before, practically too hard to explain in words. Their strokes switch to short and fast, Alex hitting that sweet spot inside of you each time. The two finally are able to sync, pleasure building, becoming too difficult to hold off. Alex brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles, applying pressure wanting to feel you come around them. Bill’s lips are pressing against you, surely leaving more marks. 

Your second orgasm was approaching hastily, your body still tired from the first one. Your eyes are barely open waiting for the high to wash over you. Alex knows one thing that will get you off pretty much every time you’re that close, “Come for me Princess,” he feels your muscles tightening around him, “That’s it, come Princess.” You love being told when to come. There’s something powerful about someone else controlling it. 

It’s your turn for a slew of curse words to escape your lips. Your second orgasm of the night hits you like a truck; your legs shake uncontrollably, your hands grasping at Alex’s chest, your walls clenching around them. Both keep thrusting through your high, you can tell they’ll come soon after. Bill comes first, his cock twitching, spurts of come filling your ass. Alex comes soon after, holding your hips to his. 

The three of you lie there catching your breath. You would have never imagined this happening especially after the events that took place. You’re the first to move, gently sliding forward until Bill’s cock slips out of your ass. When you stand up, all you can feel is come dripping down your legs. Alex hands you one of the towels he’s been lying on. Once you’re cleaned up, you sit down on one of the benches. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.” You say in a gleeful frame of mind. 

“Me either,” Bill states. Alex gave an affirming nod. “So what now?” Bill asks, still processing the events.

“Well I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m starving,” you announce throwing your clothes on. They begin to clean up as well until there’s no trace anyone has been in the locker room, let alone had sex. Bill decides it’s best to home, not wanting to push his luck any farther. 

Alex and you end up at his apartment and order food. You had planned to talk with him about the situation however you decide you're not up for that discussion right then. You replay the night’s events in your mind over and over. You don’t know where this leaves the three of you, but what you do know is having a threesome was more mind-blowing than you could have imagined. You fall asleep wondering what the future has in store.

[sympathyfortheblinderdevil]

All Is Fair Chapter 9: Show and Tell

Lia finds out that Tommy is a man of many secrets. Some will be revealed, and some will be kept for another day.

As soon as Lia and Tommy entered the house, they were greeted by a bull mastiff named Cyril and a maid named Frances. Cyril said hello by wagging his nubby tail and gently nudging their legs with his mammoth head. Frances was a bit more reserved. She promptly took their coats and informed Tommy that he had a phone call waiting in his study. Tommy squeezed Lia’s hand and said, “Get settled in. I’ll find you later.” And with that, Lia was left standing in the foyer, her bags at her feet.

 Frances gave her a stiff approximation of a smile and said, “Follow me, Miss. I’ll show you to your room.”

 The grounds that she could see as they pulled into the drive were impressive, but the house itself was overwhelming. Rich, dark paneling covered the walls, and the sounds of her footfalls echoed on the marble tile. She glanced up at the chandeliers overhead while she walked and felt dwarfed by the majesty all around her. His home was certainly a reflection of his ambition. She wished Tommy was there to walk upstairs with her but understood that she had to share him with the other demands on his time. Besides, she would have all weekend to enjoy his company.

 Thoughts of her weekend with Tommy in this beautiful place danced in Lia’s head, and she smiled as she was led around the corner to a sweeping staircase. But before she set foot on the first step her smile faded and her eyes grew wide. Looming before her was an enormous portrait of Tommy and a regal-looking blond woman with a small child on her lap. Frances turned to see what was keeping Lia and saw her face fall. Rapidly her eyes darted from Tommy’s face to the child’s and back again as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

  Frances softly spoke, “The late Mrs. Shelby.”

 “The child…is that…” Lia fumbled for the right way to ask if the boy was Tommy’s child. But, of course, it was Tommy’s child. Frances, seeing the barely hidden confusion in Lia’s eyes helped her save face.

 “That’s little Master Charlie. He’s almost eight now.”  She graciously looked away so Lia could compose herself.

 She walked in a daze down the winding corridor that led to her room. Any other time she would have been enthralled by the art on the walls, the tasteful hall tables, the vases and rugs, but as it was, Frances had to call her name twice to get her attention.

 “Miss Montrose, Miss Montrose,” Frances opened the door to a room draped in blue silks and velvet and beckoned Lia inside. “This is your room. I hope you find it to liking.”

 Lia couldn’t shake the image of the loving family she had seen in the hall. Feelings of melancholy, angst, and worry fluttered in her stomach like butterflies. She willed her feet to move and her face to smile.

 Frances went on, “Mr. Shelby’s room is just next door. Would you care to have me unpack your things?”

 Lia felt like someone else was speaking as she told Frances, “No, that’s all. Thank you.”

 She closed the door to her room and Lia stood for a moment with her head resting against the richly polished wood. Her eyes squeezed shut. A son. He has a son that he never mentioned.

 She turned around to face the room and noticed several small boxes and a large case on the bed—packages from the most expensive shops in Birmingham—gifts from Tommy. Lia felt a little thrill, despite the fact that she had just made a bombshell of a discovery and was feeling rather adrift about just how to take Tommy’s omission.

 She sat on the edge of the bed and fingered the ribbons on one of the smaller packages while her thoughts went around in circles. Why should it matter that he has a son? It doesn’t change things between us. But still, he should have told me. How could he leave me to find out in such an abrupt manner?

 After a few minutes of chasing her thoughts, she decided that she was reading too much into his not mentioning Charlie. After all, he had invited her to his home, maybe his aim (aside from having her all to himself) was to share the details of his life. He obviously couldn’t have hoped to keep his child a secret with the evidence of his existence so prominently displayed.

 ***

  Tommy found Lia sat in the middle of the bed with her feet tucked under her like a little girl. She seemed dwarfed by the by opened boxes, tissue paper, and ribbons that surrounded her. A bit of gossamer silk lingerie lay in her lap. At the foot of the bed lay a riding habit and a shiny black pair of boots. She was already overwhelmed by the grandeur of Tommy’s estate, but this surprise had affected her even more.

 Her earlier troubles forgotten, she beamed when she looked up at him. He leaned against the doorframe with a smile playing around his lips. Wispy curls of smoke trailed after the cigarette he held as he gestured toward the packages.

 “I thought you might need some clothes for riding.”

 “…and the other things? What about them?” Lia asked, her voice denoting a playful sarcasm as she twirled a blush pink garter on her finger.

 Tommy cleared his throat and answered, “I confess, those are for me.”

 Tommy and Lia spent the afternoon riding— Lia surmised that Ada had told a little white lie about the horses being gone to keep her from spending money on a riding habit and made a mental note to thank her. Seeing Tommy so in his element made her warm inside. He was a natural horseman and seemed like he belonged more in the stable than in the boardroom. He joked about their fancy riding costumes and confessed that he would rather ride in work pants and shirtsleeves like in the old days.  He put her through her paces as they galloped over the fields and then down to the creek to rest and water the horses.

 They walked along the stream together in the waning sunlight, Lia catching her breath while Tommy talked about their plans for the evening. “I’ve asked my cook to put together something for tea that we can have in front of the fire in my room. Charlie has gone to stay with his cousins, so I thought something small would be nice.”

 “Charlie.” Lia paused and turned to face him, crossing her arms and staring earnestly into Tommy’s face.

 Tommy stopped walking and lit a cigarette, “Yes. I’ve sent my son to Arthur’s for the weekend. Ada and Karl are in London, so it’s just us. ”

 “Tommy,” Lia worked to keep the exasperation out of her voice, “Do you realize that you have never told me about your son?”

 His face didn’t change, though he read the tension coming from Lia’s body and voice. “I assumed that you knew about my son.”

 “Well, I didn’t. Not until I saw him in the portrait. The one on the stairs.”

 “It is common knowledge that I had a wife, and that before her untimely passing she gave me a son.” His voice remained even, but Lia saw a subtle change in his eyes. “I assure you there was no subterfuge on my part.”

 “Of course I knew about Grace…” she paused; the name felt odd in her mouth.

 “…but no one ever mentioned Charlie? Not even Jenny?”

 Lia shook her head and hugged herself tighter against the chill. “No. People don’t talk to me about you, and Jenny has learned to stay out of my business where you are concerned.”

  Tommy exhaled a puff of smoke and turned his head to the side. “Does it make a difference?”

 “No, of course not.” She relaxed her arms and took a step toward him. “I just found it odd that you haven’t mentioned him. It made me think. There’s so much about you that I don’t know.”

 He turned to face her again and took a lungful of smoke. The end of his cigarette glowed orange and hot in the dim of the afternoon. “There are a lot of things about me that you don’t know,” smoke curled around his lips as he spoke, “and there are things about me that you will never know.”

  ***

  The night that followed their ride was full of revelations. As they nibbled from a tray that had been sent up to Tommy’s room, he told her about how he and his family built their business from a small bookmaker’s shop to Shelby Company Limited. She learned about how Aunt Polly took over for the boys during the war and was impressed by the role that Polly and Ada had played in the company. Lia’s politics were shaped by her working-class roots, so it pleased her to learn that Tommy had come up from nothing. It relieved her to find that their origins weren’t so far apart, though hers were rural and his were urban, they had both known hard work.

 Tommy had given her an overview of his life without going into the details of his time in France and the horrific aftermath that followed. He kept back the details of his wars with Kimber, the Sabinis, the Changrettas, and his long and awful friendship with Alfie Solomons. The kidnapping of Charlie and the killing of the priest were not mentioned. She would learn more of his darkness as time went on, and Tommy saw no need to burden her with it so soon into their courtship. No, Tommy thought only of enjoying the night that they had together, for he knew that the morning would likely bring another phone call and more trouble for him to sort.

 By the time he called her to his bed, she was satisfied with the bits of himself he had seen fit to offer. She was not so naïve to think that he had shared everything with her. He was a well-known gangster, and his reputation for violence was not well hidden. But she had time. She was sure that as he trusted her more those details would come out. In the meantime, she would have to subsist on the crumbs he gave her.

 His voice, low and raspy, called her out of her reverie. She was sitting beside the fire, nursing her third whiskey and considering all he had revealed. His voice called to her, and she walked across the soft carpet of his room to his bed. Tommy reclined against the headboard, stripped to the waist. He drained the glass that he held and sat it on the bedside table. Lia shrugged off the peignoir she was wearing, knelt beside him, and slowly blinked up at him. Then she bit her bottom lip, wetting it as she reached for the button of his trousers.

[bitsymegan]

Waking in Bannic

I just had too keep going. I just had to trust I’d be okay. So when I fell to the ground, I didn’t really know what to expect, except that I’d be alright. I had to trust that, I had too. The moment I said I would be okay, I fell down and slipped into darkness.

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Relax, Ailith.

I opened my eyes slowly, and watched as my faint surroundings formed from the blurry colors into shapes I could somewhat make out. But to see something besides white was pretty great. I gathered that I was just in a small room, but it was strangely tall. It was all the same wood, a light grey I could barely call brown, but it had the feel of an old cabin lived in many years by a close family.

“Ailith,”

“Ailith…”

I groggily turned my head toward the voice, and met the eyes of a large woman. She was all bundled up in layers of clothes and had big curly hair, adding to her already cuddly atmosphere. Her eyebrows were thick and expressive, well, all her features were thick and expressive. I watched her mouth move, but struggled to understand what she was saying, distracted by her strange, square pupils.

“Oh, Good! How are you holding up?” She came closer to my face and raised her thick eyebrows. I couldn’t quite match her excitement in my groggy state.

I was still trying to form the words to ask where I was.

“Um… Im alright.” It was clear I hadn’t used my voice in a while. “Where…where are we?”

“Bannic, just a small village in these mountains.” She grabbed a piece of wet cloth, “I’m Granity, by the way,” Granity gave me a big wide smile. “Okay, so, You’ve been here for two weeks now. You’ve been coming in and out, but you’ve been doing pretty well.” she was talking quickly while she arranged my surroundings, “You got some special forces on your side, little miss. Now, how are you feeling?”

“Um… warmer, still kind of-” She laid the cloth on my head, the heat of it consumed all my immediate thoughts, I couldn’t help but fully experience it before I finished my sentence. “…kind of chilly.”

“Well, you’re really lucky we found you, you were under almost a foot of snow! Lucky your shield was sticking out of the ground, and it glew! What an interesting little enchantment…”

Granity went on about how her brother unburied me and brought me here, she said they went through my things to find out who I was, because they didn’t know if I would wake up, she said she hoped it was alright that she did that, I nodded.

“So, What were you doing out there?”

“Going East,” I mumbled.

“Well, you couldn’t go around the mountains?” She giggled sweetly, drawing a circle with her finger.

I made no effort to tell her why, I honestly didn’t know either. But whatever the voice says, and here I am.

“Well, wherever you’re going, there should be no reason to stay here any longer.”

Yes, time to go. I began to sit up.

“No No! Not just yet.” She gently pushed me back to the bed.

“Wha..Why…?”

“You need something to protect you from these mountains! Did you really think you were going back out in that cold unprepared?”

I slumped into the bed and huffed under my breath. She was right. I needed to recoup.

“I’ll be right back.” She grabbed my hand gently, it was warm, so nice and so warm…

“Stay here!” She stood up, her body rising much higher than I had imagined her height being, and as she began to make her way out. I then understood why her eyes were so strange and square. As she exited the room, I saw her legs were covered in thick fur, bent at a strange angle, and her giant hooves creaking the wood floor beneath her.

I layed, staring blankly at the door she left through, trying to process with my weak and unclear thoughts what I just saw. I matched her bulky stature and strong appearance to a mountain goat, and concluded this was a Satyr village.

I turned my aching body on my back and surprised myself by crying a bit. I had passed out in the perfect place, just where someone would find me, and would bring me to a place where I could be brought back to health.

 Thank you. I whispered to the voice through gracious tears.

You knew I’d be there for you.

I calmed down after a while and dried my wet tears with the edge of the blanket by my face and fell asleep again.

Waking up later, I had felt much better and decided to try walking again. I had to put too much effort into pulling my feet out from under the covers onto the ice-cold stone floor in order to truly realize that I was still absolutely freezing. I reached for the blanket and pulled it off the bed and over my shoulders. Why was I still so cold?!

I noticed my dress was across the room, folded up nicely by my sword and shield and I… was just wearing my underskirts.

I ignored the thought of how that went down and I slipped into my dress quickly as I could. The sooner I got them on the warmer I’d be. I assumed the Granity washed the dress in hot water, it was still warm on my skin. That feeling of violation was instantly forgiven.

Granity walked in, holding a small bag.

“I looked for something warm for you, but I couldn’t find anything that would fit you, but, I do have some coins,” She handed me the bag. “There is enough in here to buy yourself something extra toasty and to buy enough food to get you out of the mountains, if you just keep going straight east, you will be out of here in two or three days, we are pretty close to the edge of this terrain.”

   “Thank you.” I smiled, pulling my thin little coat over myself.

   “The store is two buildings down, go there and straight there.” She bent down to my height. “People don’t take too kindly to Listeners here, so you need to be careful.”

   She put her massive hands gently over my shoulders, but they were more around my entire core, the fact that she could crush me right now reminded me that while I knew to be careful, it was more important than ever that I don’t get on a Satyr’s bad side.

   ¨I will be, thank you for everything, Granity- and thank your brother for me too, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him.¨

   She smiled and wrapped her arms around me, I was buried in her furry scarf.

   ¨Thank you, Ailith, from both of us.¨ She pulled me away and gave me a long look.

¨You’ve changed everything for me and Valor.¨ She looked down. ¨It’s all for the better, but… it´s dangerous here now. Especially for you.¨

I nodded and made my way out her cozy cottage.

   The second my foot hit the world outside, the cold froze me, the snow blinded me, and the wind nearly knocked me off my feet into the side of the door. I gasped at the shock it all, I heard Granity laugh behind me at my surprise. I would have laughed too but I had to keep walking in this blizzard.

It was an eternity away, and through the fast think snow coming down I saw this entire village was propped up on tall stilts over the snow, I walked, well, sort of ran- straight across the rope bridges and the boardwalks to get to the store. The door slammed behind me from the wind causing me to jump. I shook the snow off like a dog and took in the store. It had the same coziness the other house had, only this one was full of blankets, clothes, capes, and boots. It was quiet, except for two satyr men in the corner talking quite passionately about something.

“Can I help you. Miss?” I turned to another large Satyr man, he had very dramatic horns, his most prominent feature that stood out to me, minus the legs. He wore a gruff face with a big plastered smile hiding behind a thick beard. He was accompanied by a general kind of ticked-off atmosphere.

   “Yes! I’m looking for something warm.”

   ” Hm…” He sized me down. “I think I can do that for you.”

   “Wonderful!”

   “Our capes for the kids are all over here,” He guided me toward a small pile of folded fur. “This is probably the only section of clothes that will fit you,” He did one huff of a chuckle under his breath, “I suggest a thick one, like this one,” He rummaged through the pile and pulled out a cape that was very furry on the shoulders,with a thick warm drape on it and the inside of it was completely lined with fur. I would bake in it. It was perfect.

“I’ll take it! How much?” I pulled out the money Granity gave me.

He looked off to the side, slightly snarling his nose. “It’s… on the house,”  and he dropped it in my arms, the weight coming down from the hight he dropped it nearly buckled my knees.

“Oh no no no!! I,-”

“I… insist, mam, Granity gave that money to you, I can get it back to her for you, just… take the cape, you’ll need it,”

I sighed with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much, sir. I-”

A sudden loud crash came from behind us, a satyr man flew over a display onto another satyr, they were on the floor and were suddenly brawling aggressively with their horns and fists. My mind went to my sword, but then I imagined trying to fight one of these massive creatures with something I only just recently acquired.

I shuffled as quickly as I could away from the sudden mess that erupted, the fighting satyrs, caught up in their fight, had rolled the battle over toward us, the store clerk jumped out of the way, picking me up with him effortlessly, making me feel even more like a flimsy little doll with my limbs flailing.

“Crazy!” The grey saytr said, “You’re not one of us!”

“Who is it to-” The other brown one dodged a punch, “-to decide that??”

“The town leaders ordered the extinction of any form of evil change!” The grey satyr quoted a law.

They both somehow got up off the ground and were now trying to shove each other down again, their hooves smashed the floor, they were so massive, it was like watching two storms battle for the sky, I backed against the wall, tripping on fallen displays as they rolled the battle around the room.

“Any form of evil change!” The brown satyr said, emphasizing the evil. “This ‘insanity’ you-” He threw a punch, it landed successfully on the grey’s jaw, my jaw dropped just thinking about what the power of that single blow would do to my own jaw. “This insanity you call it, it’s good!”

“Your insanity says we leave our ways! That we leave our home in these mountains!”

They had their fists clasped trying to shove the other down now, their impressive hooves slipped, but caught them as they pushed harder on each other. They stared each other down furiously, talking low now. The deep power of their voices created a hollow feeling in my stomach, “What this voice says, is that there id so much more out there than what anything here has to offer us!!” Just the mention of the voice gave that brown satyr strength, and he knocked his opponent to the ground, and the brown Satyr smashed his hoof into the grey chest powerfully, knocking the wind out him.

“Here in these mountains we are happy! We are safe! Does your voice tell you that, Valor??” The grey said when the life returned to his lungs.

“No, it says that we need to enter the world-,” the brown one leaned down with his hoof still pinning other satyr, “…And that we will  only stay here hungry, and we will all one day disappear without a trace to the cold.”

Then the grey satyr rolled over the brown, now pinning the brown one down. The grey got in the Brown’s face. I could barely make out his hissing whisper, “This voice had driven you mad, we can’t have this…” He slowly pulled a long blade out from his cape, it appeared the other didn’t notice.

“He’s got a knife!!” I screamed, “He’s got a-” the store clerk yanked my sword from my sheath and threw it off to the side. Before I could respond he swiped his arm in front of me, holding me against him, and held his hand over my mouth, covering my whole face in a brawny grip, my heart beat from fast to faster, knowing I could break at his will.

“Finish him off, Marku!!” The store clerk said to they grey satyr, “Do it! For the people!” The passion in his voice boomed from his chest, vibrating against my back. I could only struggle and let out opposing muffled, weak screams. The store clerk so quickly sickened me, but his iron grip on my little human body and his clasp on my face would never allow for me to escape.  

The brown satyr grabbed a pan from a knocked over shelf, I thought he would try to bang it against the grey satyr’s head, but it probably wouldn’t have done much, taking into account the satyrs had massive horns over their heads, so the brown satyr shoved the handle through the grey’s mouth and up through his head, and he limped, dead, and slid off the victorious brown satyr. My struggling stopped abruptly, my mind processing what I had just witnessed through the store clerks fingers. The brown satyr got up quickly, and looked at the mess he had made, breathing heavy. He sounded like a horse, his breaths were so powerful. He turned toward the store clerk, who was a completely different man now, The brown satyr gave him a stare that burned with anger. I didn’t quite find relief in his vicious stare, but I hoped for the best assuming he was on my side.

Then the brown satyr ran toward our direction.

The store clerk lost his grip on me in an attempt to jump out of the way from the brown satyr’s beeline, but the satyr was quick and kicked a fallen display over, tripped the both of us, and also knocked over a small hanging display with heavy capes on it, which fell on me and buried me under them, yet another obstacle to get out of here as quick as I could. I popped my head out of the pile to get a view of the situation when I saw the store clerk was in close proximity of the dead grey satyr’s knife, he took the liberty of grabbing it and pointed it at the brown satyr. The store clerk stood up and stared at him, then me, then back at him. I had no idea what he had in mind but I couldn’t get untangled from the heavy capes fast enough. I was almost out when the clerk swiftly yanked the capes off of me and grabbed me by my wrist. His angry grip caused me to whimper. The clerk was sweating and shaking, but his grip did not loosen.

“Valor, you know who this is?” He had wild eyes and pointed the knife accusatory at me.

The brown satyr, Valor, nodded slowly. He acknowledged that the clerk was on top right now, standing cautiously, thinking the situation though.

“I think she wants you to let her go,” Valor lifted his chin in my direction as I desperately attempting to yank my hand away.

The store clerk looked me and pulled me against him and held the blade to my neck, it shook in his fear. My stomach dropped to a new level of fear.

“She’s the listener,” I heard the clerk swallow nervously, ”She’s the reason all this is happening, and ever since you read her cursed journal you’ve been acting like a madman! Now, I don’t wanna…” He hovered the knife shakingly across my neck to signify cutting my throat, I pulled my head back as far away it as I could, I was breathing heavier than he was now, shoving myself away from the knife with all the little strength I had compared to these large creatures. His voice was still shaky, but his anger was alarmingly quick to replace his fear. “…But if I have too, to make you stop acting like…like a lunatic! …I will, I swear I WILL!” His voice turned from a low mutter to a harsh yell so suddenly I started tearing up.

“Stop!” Valor demanded, “Just let her go… It’s not her fault she came around here.”

“Oh, really? I’ve heard of these listeners before, Valor, they have plenty reason to pop up ‘randomly’ and spread their idea through a town! And the weak minded people like you, they are the ones that fall for it! And then you know what listeners do? They claim the ‘voice’ told them to go kill that whole village or destroy that entire town! They are bad news, Valor, and the second I heard one was town I knew it would bring trouble.” The rage the clerk had for me caused him to hold me so tight he nearly crushed me, and I could sense the cold metal near my neck with a little too much detail, everything in my being begging to escape this horrible mess.

“She’s never killed anyone before,” he looked at me, asking, “…right?”

I shook my head violently No.

“Of course she would lie to you! She wants you to believe her!! To help her go kill all the other people who aren’t listeners!” The clerk nicked my neck a little on accident, and I startled myself with my sharp yelp..

This might be it.

I…I never thought that before. This is how all those other listeners go, people kill them because they are scared, because we are telling them to do things differently, we are telling them they are wrong. They think we kill, they think we all hate them… all the people not like us. I never felt like the dark listeners would lead to my demise, but here I am, Valor and I here are just like any other Listener, but because the dark listeners killed, we are the lunatic monsters to him. The thoughts hollowed me out more than I ever thought was possible.

“Valor, I’m gonna kill her, and you are next, I…we, satyrs, all of us!!!…are going to get rid of every last bit of your insanity!!” He yelled it like an angry wolf barks, the sound so loud it was like static in my ears, hurting my head.

I was screaming now, pulling away and struggling for my life, I couldn’t see through my tears, The clerk went on and on about Listeners… but my screams… My screams weren’t mine. They were more desperate than I ever heard from me.

And then… The clerk stopped. The sudden ending of the cayos cleared my mind. The blade fell. I stood… alive. I was breathing, breathing heavy, but the clerk, he slumped down to the ground beside me. He was… not breathing at all.

My sword was through his neck.

Valor stared down at the dead satyr.

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“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Valor pulled the thick coat that he took from the store over my shoulders.

“Dear, I’m so sorry, I thought Huog was safe, I wouldn’t have sent you there if I had known…”

We were at Granity’s house again. It turned out she was Valor’s sister, she was also a new listener.

I couldn’t say anything. I just ran my finger across the fresh scar on my neck. We had cleaned my sword and gotten out of the building, doing our best to take care of the bodies… but Valor had explained that the Satyr people would know it was because of Listeners this happened. And they would be looking for us soon. It wasn’t over.

“It’s going to be really hard getting out of this place. There are walls built all the way around the town, there are just two ways out of this place, and they know we are trying to get out of town, so they will be waiting for us.”

“Then let’s get going,”

“Good Idea.”

“I’m Ailith.” I said, realizing I hadn’t officially introduced myself to him.

“I know, everyone was talking about you.”

[edgelord-zuuko]

Why They Never Married

There are five and one very distinct reasons Remus John Lupin and Sirius Orion Black never married. Or rather five and one instances of one simple reason. They never stayed together long enough to tie the knot. Each of these moments are recorded in Fate’s Hall of Couples. The Page reads as follows:

RJL & SOB Record of Relationship: Section VII: Relationship Endings:

One:

There was a distinct difference between Remus discovering he was bisexual and Sirius accepting he was gay. First of all, Remus was already pretty isolated from most of the school and his family didn’t really care. They had more important things to worry about, like Hope’s health. Sirius had begged Remus to keep them under wraps for now. Until he was ready, he had said. Remus had agreed, mostly because he was still in disbelief that someone loved him. But weeks turned into months and Remus began to worry if his relationship with Sirius was going to move past snogging in closets and sneaking back to their own beds before dawn. His worst fear was realized when he came back from classes to a visibly distraught Sirius wearing a hole into the dorm carpet with his pacing. Sirius informed him, after many starts to sentences and tripping over his words, that he wasn’t ready to be out, wasn’t ready to be with Remus. He was sorry, he swore. Maybe one day, he promised. He hadn’t meant to hurt Remus, he reassured. Somehow, it wasn’t all that reassuring, Remus thought. He must have been wrong, he figured. He was sorry Sirius didn’t really love him, he whispered. He crawled out of the common room and up to the highest point he could reach. Under the moon, he thought how even the night sky couldn’t love him, how pointless it all seemed sometimes. He wondered how many more shitpiles his life would throw at him. He should get used to it, though. It’d be like this forever.

Two:

Sirius was running up to him, sweat beading down his furrowed brow, fear the most prominent feature on the boy. He just stood there and took James’ punches, listened to all the yelling Peter did. Accepted it like a dog used to a beating. Sirius looked through his curtain of hair at Remus. The tears fell faster as Remus informed him he couldn’t be with someone who saw him as a monster, as a tool to get back at others. Remus couldn’t be with someone who would turn him into a killer. Love wasn’t worth his life, and Sirius was going to kill him one day. Remus left and cried in the shower, ignoring the steaming spray opening some scratches on his back, not paying any mind to the pink water swirling down the drain, pretending there wasn’t banging and pleading at the door. He may have shoulder checked Sirius, who was waiting at the door three hours later, a little harder than was necessary. Had he really loved someone who would use him to kill another student? Who would put his life at risk over an annoyance? He hadn’t loved someone like that-the truth was he was in love with him. Wholly and painfully. And now that love would become nothing. Maybe his mom was right, years ago. Maybe Remus should have studied at home. Wizards had no place for a werewolf. And that was how Remus spent the next 6 months isolated from all, keeping himself hidden in the most obscure places on campus. He was afraid if he saw Sirius, he’d forgive him too easily

Three:

What was Sirius thinking? He couldn’t marry Remus. He was a Black, practically royalty. And what was Remus? A monster, impoverished and doomed to a tribulace life. Sirius deserved much better, and his proposal at Lily and James’ reception reminded him of that. It was terrible of him to just leave Sirius kneeling in the middle of the crowd, as Remus ran out. He knew that, but maybe it would make Sirius realize how terrible of an idea it was to marry someone in Remus’ position. He was booed as he left the wedding by a few people. James looked shocked and Sirius. Well, Remus couldn’t stand the look in Sirius’ eyes, on his face. He knew if he looked, he’d lose his constitution and give in. He explained he wasn’t right for someone like Sirius. He had hoped his love would understand, would be able to move on and maybe find a nice wizard to settle down with. Head down, shoulders hunched, Remus left the hall as fast as he could before Apparating to his mother’s grave. He spent the night there, despite the rain. How he had longed for her to be alive still, to guide him, to comfort him. But that wasn’t the case, and starting tomorrow, Remus would have to grow up and accept that, but tonight, tonight he was going to sleep in the rain, wishing for his mother.

Four:

If being a werewolf didn’t make Remus a monster, what he was about to do would. He knew things were rough for Sirius right now, but there was too much at stake right now. And maybe-no that wasn’t possible. But maybe? Maybe Sirius really was the spy? Maybe his family had finally gotten to him? Or Regulus was in trouble? It didn’t matter. If Sirius was the spy, Remus was in grave danger, as was any information he had from the missions for Dumbledore. And if Sirius thought Remus was the spy, who’s to say he wouldn’t slip him truth serum or even curse him? It didn’t matter. Remus had to do this. He began writing furiously, trying to finish before Sirius had a chance to wake. He wrote about this being necessary, how this was Remus’ choice and he hoped Sirius would respect that. How he didn’t want to be looked for and Sirius wouldn’t be able to find him anyway. If circumstances changed, maybe Remus would come back, but not to expect it. He was terribly sorry and still loved Sirius. He didn’t mean to hurt Sirius, but war is difficult and the right choices may not always be black and white. He hesitated before signing it. Once it was dry, he folded it into an intricate square, the way they had done passing notes as school kids. A single tear hit the paper as he placed it on his pillow. Leaving a final kiss on Sirius’ forehead, he left for what he figured was the last time.

Five:

Sirius had snapped at Remus. Again. Remus didn’t mind, really. He had expected it, with Sirius’ increasing number of panic attacks. He was also much more patient than he had been 13 years ago. He just nodded, one hand one Sirius’ chest another on his back, grounding him. Remus saw his face change to sadness and regret as his breathing evened. An apology was issued and an ‘I know’ was given in response. Remus wasn’t surprised that Sirius was crying. Panic attacks are hard on a person. Remus suggested a nap. A shaking of the head was given before the four ords Remus never thought he’d hear again were muttered quietly. ‘We should break up.’ Remus just nodded, closing the door behind him before walking down the stairs, out the front door, and down the street. Remus just kept walking. He wasn’t sure to where, but it didn’t matter much, he supposed. His world, once again was spinning, disintegrating. He had collapsed onto a park bench, unable to walk, barely able to stay awake. He was lucky not to have completely blacked out. A head of pink hair came into view before he felt like he was pulled through a straw and found himself at an unfamiliar house. A woman with a distinctly Black look about her fussed about him, and laid him to sleep on a spare bed. Remus spent the night staring at the ceiling. Everytime he closed his eyes, all Remus could see was Sirius crying. Back at the townhouse, back in school, during the war. It made his chest hurt. Honestly, he understood why Sirius had said what he did. Hadn’t Remus given him that speech before? Remus decided in a week, he’d return, talk to Sirius, and make his own feelings be known. Even if Sirius never took him back, at least he’d said his bit. But first, Remus had to find how to feel again. Yes, he’d do that, he decided, sleep setting as the sun rose.

And One:

Remus may have been, holding Harry back, but it felt like Harry was the only thing holding him back. If his best friend’s son hadn’t needed him, he probably would have followed Sirius through the veil. The moment Sirius didn’t reappear, Remus forgot how to breath. His chest felt heavy and the grief was the strongest thing he can remember feeling. Strong enough, it was all he could do not to vomit on the ministry tile floor. He went to his little flat that Dumbledore helped pay for and stripped down to his skin, stopping to inspect himself in the mirror. This wasn’t something he usually did. Remus and mirrors didn’t get along. But he tried hard as he could manage to look at the same body Sirius looked at and see the beauty his partner sees-saw. Sirius didn’t see anything anymore. To Remus, he still saw pale scars interrupting his tan skin. Dark circles that never left, bags that seemed to carry their own baggage, bite marks, things he despised. He still couldn’t see what Sirius saw. Muttering an apology to the deceased, Remus stepped into the shower, enduring what felt like arctic temperatures of the water, before it heated up and left an angry red on his back. He didn’t turn the water back down. Maybe if the water was hot enough, he’d feel something other than the large hole that was threatening to consume him. Shouldn’t he feel sad or angry or... something? Why did he feel nothing? The hot water soon ran out, forcing Remus to step out, and dry off. He pulled the first thing out of his closet for pijamas. It was an old band shirt of Sirius’ along with a pair of flannel pants Sirius had given Remus when they were in school. Remus remembered he had outgrown all of his night pants and couldn’t afford new ones. A pair had mysteriously appeared on his bed one day and James and Peter seemed confused but Sirius just shrugged and moved on. Collapsing on his bed, Remus cried himself to sleep, tears falling for the first time since Halloween 1981. Sirius Orion Black was dead and he was never coming back and he was never to be Remus’ again.

Transcriber's Note: RJL wore a ring he’d bought to propose to SOB with on a chain around his neck until his death May 2, 1998. The two souls were reunited upon death of RJL.

((Credit to @captofthesswolfstar for the ideas for reasons 2&3 without which, I couldn’t have realized this concept fully. Thank you, Tara. You are a gem and I’m glad to know you))

[thelifeofasloth]

It Was Worth The Wait ~ Joe Keery Smut

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With Joe being away most of the time with the up coming season of Stranger things your relationship had took a stand still.  Obviously, you understood the importance of his job, having been with him for the last 3 years the time away became almost normal for you both.  Not that this made it any easier to be away from him mind you. You both understood the importance of when you both had time for each other that you cherished it with every part of your being.  

But, recently it has been hard for you both.  Considering you shared a lot in common, having a short temper was also on the cards. This then with a sex less relationship meant that you both were at breaking point with everyone that said something out of line, Joe was unable to concentrate when he was at work and this then meant him coming home in a mood.  

You often heard him in the spare room getting himself off, you had to fight every urge in your body to go in there and take over the job for him.  But, with the absents of sex from your relationship for awhile you had become self-conscious.  You did not want him to see you and be disappointed about what he saw, that was another reason added on to the many as to why you both hadn’t just gone for it when you could.  

You had just come back from Christmas shopping with your Mom, placing Joe’s presents in your hiding place. Dark circles being prominent on your face as a light sigh left your lips, your spare hand racking through your hair to tame it after being in the wind for the last hour.  You had, had a good evening.  With your Mom taking you out for a coffee knowing how stressed you were from your work from University and everything from your relationship. It was nice of her to care, but it just made you feel worse now coming back to a silent house knowing as soon as Joe gets home an argument would happen.  You put the kettle on the stove waiting for the water to boil and grabbed a mug from the rack.  

When you and Joe brought this house, you didn’t really think much of it.  Wanting to be closer to your University and him to the sets you decided its best to go come here and it was the first on the market, so you took it. Now, having been here almost a year and a half, you can honestly say you love the place.  With the wood fire in the living room, and the cosy feel it sets off you couldn’t think of a better first home.  

Your hand reached up to get the tea bags from the top shelf, you always reminded Joe to bring these down to the middle, so you didn’t have to climb to reach them but considering he is always in a rush he forgets.  You pulled them down placing one in your candy cane mug and poured the water in before adding your essentials.  You perched on the side glancing up at the clock reading, 5:53 PM.  Joe was due home any minute and usually you would be excited for him coming home early, but from his texts you already knew he was in a mood. Everyone knows how their significant other texts right?  I know if he’s in a mood, or if its not him and one of his friends are playing about with me.  Its just something you pick up on over the years.  

Just as the hot beverage passed your lips you heard keys rattling and the door being shut before looking over and seeing Joe’s expressionless face.  “Evening” he stated, you knew it was pushed and he didn’t want to speak much else.  But, you entertained his expressions with a simple nod before another sip of your tea.

“Do you want any dinner? Or should I order take out?”  You placed your mug down after you watched him ponder the statement.  You didn’t really feel like cooking but if he wanted you too you would, anything to get him on your side a little.

“I don’t want anything, me and the team ate just before I came back” he glanced at you slightly before walking into the living room and starting the wood fire.  You followed behind taking your half empty tea with you. Placing this on a coaster you placed your feet up on the sofa glancing at Joe while he pushed his hair back, shaking out the flame from the lighter.  “It was strange today, at work I mean” Joe stood up while saying this cracking his back as he does so.  Something in his manner changed as he glanced at you laying down.  “Everyone was talking about how they miss being single and the advantages it has” this statement making you look down, he wasn’t thinking of breaking up was he?  Had he been on set and met someone else?  He continued, pursing his lips up.  

“They made valid point’s to be honest, but none that I can really relate too.”

“Like what?”  You pushed before bringing your legs up and resting your head on top, he walked over too you are sitting down and pulling you into his side while he stroked your leg.  You moved your head onto his shoulder instantly relaxing in his touch after having been away from it for so long.  

“They were saying that being able to go out is more fun because you haven’t got to worry about doing something wrong.  But, what I don’t understand about that is if you genuinely trust the other person and love them you aren’t going to go out and ruin that you know?  Plus, the way they speak about women, they act like a different woman every night is nice.  When really, having someone who knows what you like is something unexplainable.” Joe squeezed your thigh before pulling you onto his lap.  You both severing this moment having not experienced this much closeness in so long.  

“I know what you mean, like when I was single and testing the waters out there I wouldn’t say it was better than what we have.” You rest your head on his shoulder, wriggling to get yourself closer to him.  His hands instantly flying to your waist.  

“I would hope I am the best you’ve had love” he laughed before all went silent for an abbreviated time. You placed a couple delicate kisses to his neck before closing your eyes and embracing him as close as you could. Just as you were about to drift off Joe lifted you up and placed your back on the sofa while he held himself above you.  You glanced at him for a second, making sure you got you bearings as to what just happened.

Your eyes flicked between his eyes and his lips, instantly biting yours for effect.  His hand came to the side of your face before his thumb pulled your lip down, breaking the contact.  He slid his thumb over your bottom lip so slowly you couldn’t help but squirm.  His head fell to yours, his hand holding your head in place.  Your eyes fell closed just as his lips were on yours, soft at first with a hint of force.  His lips moved with yours, before you initiated tongue.  You both lay there for a few minutes not taking it any further than your make out session.  That was until Joe’s hands began their slow torture down your body, his hand going up to your back unhooking your bra.  You lifted your back to prompt him to continue.

Your bra quickly being discarded onto the carpet as did your shirt, your one hand wrapped around his chin as the other playing in his hair.  A groan left his lips as you tugged behind his ear, his most sensitive part.  His hand needed your breast as you let out a squeal at the coldness of his hands.  “Sorry love” he laughed before placing them back on your hips before lifting his shirt off his torso.  You pulled his head down to your mouth once again before breaking it and placing hid head towards your neck.  He began nipping and sucking where you needed him too, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.  As he continued with the pure bliss you took of your leggings and pants before beginning to unbuckle his trousers.  He shifted a little making it easier for you to gain access.  You could already tell he was ready for you.  As he kicked off his trousers he brought his hand down to your sex.

He pushed his fingers on the outside of the opening a few times, spreading your wetness around.  You gasped before he inserted two fingers.  A moan instantly leaving your lips as he pumped harder, you began to leave kisses a long his jaw before telling him to speed up.

He always knew getting you to the brink of an orgasm before actual sex made you both finish near each other, he hated leaving you without one but with a few years of experience on your belts this never happened.  You gasped once more before reaching down to his cock that was laying on your thigh.  You pumped it a few times while you both continued to stimulate each other.  Finally, he pulled you away from him his fingers leaving you with a groan leaving your lips.  

“Are you still on the pill Y/N?” You nodded before lifting your hips to allow him to enter you.  He pumped himself a few more times before running his tip down your vagina before entering you slowly, as it had been awhile you needed some time to adjust to him.  Joe groaned out as your walls clenched around him.  It really had been too long, and you hope to God that you’ll never have to experience that dry spell again.  You grabbed his bum, grabbing it as he pulled in and out of you, the feeling of pure ecstasy falling around you both.  Little whimpers left your lips as he sped up, pants being the only thing you could hear from him apart from a few choice words every now and again.  

You couldn’t explain to anyone how he made you feel, emotionally and physically.  The love you have for one another really showed when you both made love, knowing exactly what each other liked.  This was why you knew he would be the boy you married, he knew everything there was to know about you, even the trivial things like you wanting a hickey just behind your ear during sex.  Something about it made you squirm.  

Joe began to slow down, not wanting this to end considering how long you both have waited.  Even with this you don’t believe you could hold it much longer.  Your hold on his biceps tightened as you felt the burning coming closer.  You joined with his hip thrusts trying to bring him close like you, he looked you in the eyes before placing short kisses on your lips as you both came undone.  You held onto each other while the feeling began to fade.  

“I guess it was worth the wait” Joe laughed as you placed a kiss on his forehead.  You laughed a long with him.  What was this boy like?

[namorres]

ill - ethan nestor imagine

word count  ☆ 1926

prompt  ☆  the reader is sick in bed (not contagious, just lil cold or something!) and ethan comes over, worried because the reader wont answer his texts, and basically just stays and comforts them and they talk and stuff?

pairing  ☆ ethan nestor x sick!gender neutral reader

requested  ☆ yes :* by @geekypancake 

Y/N hated the feeling of being sick. That gross feeling of being congested while one nostril dry as the goddamn Sahara and the other running like a river. They hated it with a burning passion, so much so that whenever they got sick, they would close themselves off from human interaction for at least a day or two so that no one had to see them like that. Sickness made them turn into a ball of negativity that was awful to be around, and they didn’t want to take out their irritability on any of their friends.

However, with this, they never really informed their friends when they would be IA due to sickness. Y/N just dropped off the face of the earth and would turn back up in a couple days as if nothing had ever happened. This caused some red flags within their friend group, but none of them really ever said anything since Y/N never seemed to bring it up. Of course, that didn’t mean that the group didn’t worry when they wouldn’t answer any texts or calls.

Nothing bad ever happened, it wasn’t like Y/N ever got so sick that they had to be gone for more than a couple of days. Even now, they were just stuck at home with a cold that made them feel icky with the additional fever. Tissues were scattered around the room, an oral thermometer and a disregarded phone were on the nightstand. The entire place was a mess but Y/N was honestly just too sick to care. Instead, they wallowed in self-pity and sniffling while watching the fan slowly spin. Other than their own ‘sick noises’, the room was nearly silent and nothing had disturbed that for a while.

Of course, until Fergalicious began blasting from their phone.

They jumped, slamming their hand on their heart as if someone had just popped into the room to scare them. An annoyed grunt followed this action, and Y/N sat up to take the phone into their hand. A familiar face was on the screen, all smiley and looking like a major dork for his profile picture was none other than Ethan Nestor. He was one of the other editors they worked with, alongside another woman named Kathryn. The three of them edited videos for a YouTuber called Markiplier, who quickly became as much of a friend as he was a boss.

Everyone in that circle: Mark, Ethan, Kathryn, Y/N, Mark’s friend Tyler and girlfriend Amy had all become very close. Specifically Ethan and Y/N, who had been nearly inseparable since the day they met. He got worried whenever they were sick, texting every morning and night to tell them that he hoped they were okay. It was the cutest little gestures, and they’d be lying if they said it wasn’t endearing.

Despite this, being sick and talking to Ethan wasn’t something Y/N wanted to do simultaneously. They waited for the call to go to voicemail, then put it on Do Not Disturb to avoid that happening again. After collapsing back into the bed, Y/N drifted into a restless sleep that left them tossing and turning.

An abrupt noise woke Y/N up, their heart jumping up in their throat when they heard the front door opening from downstairs. Had they really been so stupid as not to lock it? A million thoughts were running through their head, trying to make up a scenario where they wouldn’t die as a result of this unknown person coming into their house. It wouldn’t make sense for one of their friends to come, but why would anyone just barge into their house in particular?

Their worries weren’t set at ease in the slightest as the stairs began creaking outside Y/N’s room. They buried themselves underneath their blankets, trying to suppress sniffles in the fear of being caught by the intruder. The room became dead silent, even the footsteps stopped.

“Y/N?” a soft voice came from the other side of the door, then they heard the noise come closer, “I can see you under the blankets, silly. I just wanted to check up on you since I haven’t heard from you in a couple days. Is that weird? I thought you were like, dead or something, but it looks like you’re just sick.”

The individual hidden beneath blankets emerged, hair messy and dark circles prominent. They looked absolutely miserable and the blue-haired boy who came in nearly melted in a puddle at the sight. He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching his arms out and pulling Y/N into a hug. They just nuzzled into his chest, sniffling weakly and trying to find the words to say how grateful they were that he came.

“Hey, Ethan. I’m sorry I didn’t answer any of your texts, I’ve felt like shit for the past days and I didn’t want you dealing with that.” Y/N pulled away from the hug, taking an unused tissue from beside them and blowing into it before continuing, “I’ve got a cold and I hate everything right now. Could you please, please, please just lay down with me and talk?”

Ethan nodded, taking off his shoes and getting under the covers with Y/N. They instantly buried their faces in his shirt again, one arm slung across his waist with the other being used as an extra pillow. Again, he felt like melting at the sight of his sniffly friend and used the arm that wasn’t trapped beneath him to pull them ever closer. They stayed like this for a while, just enjoying the company of one another after not seeing each other for an incredibly short amount of time.

Minutes turned into hours and the sun was going down. Y/N had been asleep for a while now, but Ethan couldn’t manage to close his eyes. He had never felt more awake and protective like he needed to be on high alert in the event that Y/N needed absolutely anything. Of course, they didn’t, they’d been passed out cold with breathing and sniffling being the only signs of life, but he still just waited.

A dim lamp illuminated the room, bright enough that Ethan could see everything but too soft to hurt his eyes after long periods of time. He could make out every feature of Y/N that wasn’t hidden by the blanket, like the purple sweatshirt from the AbleGamers charity merchandise they had taken from him, the H/C hair that was sticking up in every direction, and the small part of their face that wasn’t hidden by his own shirt. They looked absolutely adorable to him, and he couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing than taking care of the sick friend that he had been falling in love with. He felt so at home in their arms and even when they weren’t talking, Y/N was always on his mind in a way that just wasn’t platonic anymore. Ethan loved them and planned on staying here and comforting them in their state of sickness for as long as they needed him to.

He had never been able to put the words in how he felt about them up until recently. It was just furious blushing and praying to the god he didn’t believe in that they couldn’t hear his heart pounding when he hugged them. The love he had for Y/N was painfully obvious to everyone around them, of course except for Y/N themselves. It was horrifically cliche, for them to be oblivious to how he felt until either they finally dated or never did.

Ethan knew he would never work up the courage to say how he felt, so he relished in this moment of absolute bliss with his arms wrapped around the person he loved so dearly. It was so quiet and peaceful until Y/N began to stir, small sniffles leaving their nose while he began humming some soft song while his thumb ran over their cheekbones, “good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“I feel so gross,” Y/N groaned, moving their head so they were face to face with Ethan. They looked nothing short of a mess, bags under their bloodshot eyes but he still thought they were as beautiful as ever.

“How about I make you something to eat and you go shower? If you feel have as bad as you smell, I know you haven’t showered in at least three days,” Ethan’s voice was teasing, and he got up with ease while Y/N struggled to get out from underneath their blankets. Soon enough, he was downstairs fixing up some warm broth-based vegetable soup while Y/N scrubbed the grease in their hair out. It was refreshing, and the hot water streaming down on their skin was helping with the disgusting congestion that was making them feel so ill. For just a second, it was like they weren’t even sick.

That changed when they stepped back out, wrapping their body in an old yellow towel before collapsing into the bed with a grunt. They didn’t care to change into clothes, just staying in the now damp towel until Ethan came in with a bowl of soup in his hands with a water bottle wedged beneath his arm. He smiled at the sight of a clean Y/N, setting down the food in front of them and sitting beside his sick friend.

“Get dressed and c’mere.” Y/N reluctantly pulled on an old shirt and underwear before climbing back into the bed with Ethan. He had one arm out and was gesturing with it, so they moved beside him and a small grin settled across their face when he wrapped his arm securely around them. 

“Thank you for coming here, Ethan, it really means a lot,” they said, settling into a comfortable position with the soup bowl on their lap while remaining happily intertwined with the blue-haired boy. The two of them seemed absolutely at peace, more than Ethan had been while Y/N was just asleep because they were finally together in the way they had always wanted to be. Even if they didn't verbalize it, subtle hints being passed all day that they felt and craved something more.

Ethan just smiled and shook his head, a soft 'anytime' passing his lips before burying his nose in their hair. Y/N continued eating the food he'd prepared for them but noticeably moved closer to him. They stayed like this till Y/N finished, setting the bowl on the bedside table and looking back over at Ethan.

“You want to know a secret, Eth?” they sniffled.

“Mhm.” Ethan got under the covers, pulling Y/N close to his chest again with his chin on the top of their head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Now, they didn't get to see the tears gathering in his eyes and he didn't get to see the pure happiness etched across her face from the beaming smile to glowing eyes, but the thought was there. They could now fall asleep knowing they were in the arms of someone who was just as in love with them as they were.

[thekillingquill]

At the Drive-In: Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader Word Count: 3,158 Epilogue Word Count: 602 Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse, there are teenage hormones at work, it gets a little sad? But no really, hormones at work. Summary: Reader escapes her home at night and runs to the Twilight Drive-In where Jughead is her reluctant host. His little interloper is slowly burrowing her way into his heart. A/N: This is the third and final part. I’ve included the epilogue in this post. I didn’t proofread :)

EDIT: There’s a sequel--Dark Side Of Your Room

Jughead found himself looking for her at school but he didn’t know where she existed outside of their nights together at Pop’s and the Drive-In. It was abundantly clear that, other than her proclivity for B&E, Jughead didn’t know much about her. He tried finding her in the library, as she often would read at Pop’s, but came up empty. It was a longshot, but he even looked in the student lounge.

It occurred to him, around fourth period, that he didn’t even know if they shared the same classes. He didn’t know what electives she took or where her locker was located. If it wasn’t for her scent clinging desperately to his pillow and his sleep shirts, he’d think that he made her up in a moment of insanity.

Perhaps it was a blessing that she wasn’t there last night. The news had been handed down the telephone line until somehow Jeanette of all people was telling him: the city had sold the Twilight Drive-In and they would be out of a job by the end of the weekend.

His first thought had been the loss of his home. His second thought had been the loss of income. His third thought was of Y/N and their nights together. All in all, Jughead was drowning in a sea of loss with no lifeboat in sight.

Along with the loss of his home and the absence of Y/N, Jughead also had Archie and Betty to worry about and of course, the murder of Jason Blossom. It surprised him how much time he found to miss Y/N. When she didn’t show up again he spent the night staring at the ceiling, shivering. No matter how many layers he piled on, the bed still felt too cold.

He tried not to let it bother him when she didn’t show up on the second night. He focused on deciding the closing night film while trying to find ways to save the drive-in. All the distractions in the world couldn’t help the quiet ache of loneliness in his chest. He thought that he’d nixed this feeling over the summer when Archie disappeared on him and Betty was out of touch. Yet, here it was again, courtesy of Y/N.

He thought he might have caught a glimpse of her in the cafeteria, but had lost sight of her by the time he pushed through the throng of students. It wasn’t until the closing night screening of Rebel Without a Cause that he saw her again.

The man’s expression is partly cloudy as he finishes their transaction and pulls into the rapidly filling lot at the drive-in. Y/N almost doesn’t recognize the woman in her exuberantly giggly and moony-eyed state. For a moment, they appear to be like any other family unit attending the closing night of the iconic Twilight Drive-In: Mom and Dad reminiscing about their time as teens while their moody offspring listens with a strange fascination.

It is a side of her family that Y/N has never seen before. It is a strange juxtaposition to the hurricane of three days ago that left so much destruction along with physical and emotional pain. But that storm has passed and this night is calm. Looking at the man and the woman, Y/N predicts that there is a chance of showers later on in the evening.

This is the busiest Y/N has ever seen the drive-in. She cranes her neck around seeing students from Riverdale High and their parents, and over in the darkest part of the lot are the regulars. The man pulls into a spot and the woman leans into his shoulder with a shout of laughter. “Should we tell her, babe?” She asks, nuzzling her nose into the man’s neck. The man twists away with an unfamiliar laugh. “I’m gonna tell her. Baby, this is the exact spot at the drive-in where we made you!” The man catches Y/N’s eyes in the rearview mirror and the strange smile melts off of his face like snow  on a hot day. He clears his throat and looks away from her. “You go on and meet your friends, kid.” Y/N doesn’t need to be told twice. The doors to the backseat have only opened from the outside for the last six years, so she crawls out of the open window with a practiced grace. She reaches through the window and grabs her messenger bag off of the floor and mutters a quick goodbye to her parents.

She puts her clenched fists in her jacket pockets, waking with her head down and hair shielding her face. She makes a beeline for the public washrooms at the concession and checks to make sure she was completely alone. She braced her hands on either side of the sink and mentally prepared herself for the night ahead.

Jeanette doesn’t even notice when Y/N leaves the bathroom and heads straight up the stairs. For a moment she just stands at the top of the stairs to watch Jughead as he works. His movements are so sure and precise, but there’s a yearning and melancholy air about him tonight.

It has only been three days, but seeing him knocks the breath out  of her lungs. For the past three days she has been overwhelmed by the undiluted feeling of wanting. She wanted to see him, to talk to him, to rest her cheek against his shoulder blade and slip her hand beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. She wants him, Jughead Jones, but isn’t brave enough to say how she wants him. She just does, always.

Being trapped inside her room these last few days has left her feeling like she could crawl up the walls and claw her way out of her skin. The man thought that it would be a good idea for her to stay out of sight and it almost felt parental at times. He brought her small tokens that made her heart throb painfully in her chest: a box of old magazines for collages, a milkshake from Pop’s, and a box of the cookies she used to love as a child. While he was attentive and kind, all she really wanted was Jughead who could offer her nothing but the worn paperback book in his bag, a safe place to exist and good company.

He finally notices her and she watches as his face transitions through a myriad of emotion: relief, confusion and then he put up his guard, that facade he’s perfected of disdainful disinterest. “What are you doing here?” He asks accusingly. She looks down at the floor and clears her throat. “Believe it or not,” she says with forced levity, pushing her hair away from her face. “I came here with my parents. Yeah, apparently this is where they had their very first day and here’s a bonus too much information fact for you: this is also where I was conceived.”

She looks up to gauge his reaction and sees that his arms are crossed over his chest and jaw is clenched tightly in anger. And then he sees her eye for the first time and his jaw drops and arms fall to his side in shock. He takes two quick steps forward and lifts his hand to touch her face. She reacts automatically, catching his wrist in her hand and pausing its movements. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, stroking the soft skin over his pulse point. She gently guides his hand to her cheek and squeezes his wrist before releasing it.

He swallows hard and tilts her head so that he left eye is under the limited light of the projectionist’s booth. The dark shadow around her eye remains and he can no longer deny what he’s seeing: Y/N with a blackened eye.

“How did this happen?” He asks softly. She laughs softly and nuzzles her cheek into his hand.

“I didn’t check the weather report.” Jughead brings his other hand up to cup her face, searching her eyes for an answer that makes sense.

“I… I don’t know what that means.” He tells her desperately. His frown is prominent as he smooths her hair back “Did someone do this to you? Y/N did your dad hit you?”

She can’t help it. She laughs and brings her hands up to squeeze his wrists. “You know, women have the capacity for violence, too.” She tells him with a rueful smile. “I don’t want to talk about it, Jug. I just want to enjoy tonight, with you.”

She wraps her arms around his middle and presses her fingers to his shoulder blades and inhales his intoxicating smell. “I am so sorry about the drive-in, Jug.” He wraps his arms around her shoulders and presses his nose against her neck, sighing in relief. “What will you do?” “I’ll figure something out. But tonight the drive-in is still open, so I better get back to work.” Jughead gives her one last squeeze and goes back to preparing the film. Y/N lays on the bed and watches him. Occasionally he looks over at her and smiles. It’s a subconscious act on his part as he is still struggling with the reality that she has re-appeared in his life.

They sit side by side to watch the last movie play at the Twilight Drive-In with Jughead’s arm across her shoulders and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. She rests her right cheek against his shoulder and breathes in his scent. Halfway through the movie her fingers slip up his shirt to stroke the warm, soft skin of his side. She waits to see what he will do: will he rebuff her? Will he hold her closer, kiss her, give in to the tension that has been building between them for weeks? After a moment of silence she feels his fingers slip under the collar of her shirt, tracing the line of her clavicle and rubbing circles under her bra strap. She presses her thighs together and groans happily into his neck. She feels his other hand cup her elbow and he brings her closer, pressing his lips to her hairline. For the rest of the movie Jughead slowly massages the skin available to him and she relaxes further and further into his body. He doesn’t even mind when she falls asleep with thirty minutes left in the movie.

He’s just happy to have her there with him.

She’s sitting on their bed (when did it become theirs and not his?) with her legs crossed when he comes back from shutting down the drive-in for the night. She’s picking at her thumb nail and smiling at him shyly. His mouth is dry with nerves.

He won’t deny that it felt good to feel her nails lightly scratching his side during the movie, or that he didn’t like the sounds she made when he dragged a finger along her collarbone. He is finally admitting it to himself: he likes her. “This place has always felt special to me, Jughead. But since I met you, it’s become almost like an oasis. I am going to treasure every memory I have of us here.” She gestures to the bed, inviting him closer. He walks towards her like he’s in a trance and when he sits down, she reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers. “I’d really like if we could make more memories tonight.” He reaches up and brushes her hair away from her black eye and swallows thickly. He’s overcome by concern. Where will she go for sanctuary when things get bad at home? “We can still go to Pop’s.” He tells her. She smiles at him sadly and squeezes his hand and turns so she’s facing him with her legs still crossed. He mimics her position, stroking his thumb along her knuckles. “Pop’’s was never ours, Jughead. That place has always been for you, Betty and Archie. I’ve seen you guys there. That’s where you’re all meant to be.” “You’re talking like this is the last time we’re going to see each other.” Jughead struggles to get the words out, realizing that this could be the last time he sees her. He squeezes her hand and she squeezes his back.

“If we see each other,” she says slowly, “it will be different.” Jughead lets her words circle his mind, coming to the same conclusion each time. This would be their last night together. As much as he wants to hold tightly to what they have, this relationship might have run its course. He did have his friends and he couldn’t imagine a scenario where Y/N was with them at Pop’s. His friends and what he and Y/N have (had?) are so different and have always been so separate from one another. “I started thinking of people’s anger like storms. That’s what I meant earlier by not checking the weather report. I was distracted during dinner and the storm came in fast. I should have known better because she was drinking red wine. I tried to leave and she turned on me, backhanded me once on the right cheek and then missed my left and hit my eye. Dad actually threw her out. She only came back today.” Jughead remained silent as she spoke, listening intently to her candor and supporting her by continuously stroking the back of her hand with his thumb and placing his other hand on her knee and squeezing it gently. She laughs and brings their intertwined hands to her mouth, placing a shy kiss to his knuckles. “If it’s okay with you,” she whispers leaning closer to him. “I’d like to kiss you now.” “Yeah,” Jughead mumbles, entranced by her nearness. There’s the slightest hint of bubble gum on her breath. His hand slides up her knee to grip her thigh and he presses his mouth to hers gently, being careful of her injury. Their first kiss feels like that first breath of air when you’ve been under water. It excites and relaxes, it is war and peace, it is the beginning and the end.

She smiles into their kiss and squeezes his hand, bringing her other hand to the back of his neck and leaning further into him. She is completely under his spell. She will be cursed to love Jughead Jones the Third for the rest of her young life.

He breaks their kiss and buries his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. He presses a gentle kiss on the side of her neck and bites down softly on her shoulder. He releases her hand and pulls her onto his lap with a growl. She squeaks at the sudden movement and frames his face in both of her hands. They kiss again, a little harder this time and she relaxes her jaw enough to allow her tongue to trace his upper lip. Jughead groans and she licks into his mouth, pressing even closer to him.

Jughead shrugs off his jacket and pulls off his beanie, tossing them to the side and putting his hands on her ribs like an additional cage around her wild heart. She buries her hand in his hair, tugging on it gently as they kiss.

He pulls back and looks up at her with half lidded eyes. He reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head and she places her hand on his heated skin, directly over his racing heart. His hands claw desperately at her shirt as he falls back on the bed. She sits up, laughing at his dazed expression, and pulls her shirt over her head. She leans down and rests her elbows on either side of his head. “You okay there, Jug?” With each word she brushes her lips against his but never fully kisses him. “Yeah,” he breathes, nodding his head. “I’m good.” “Me too,” she whispers, pressing her mouth to his firmly. His palms slide up her back until he is pushing against her shoulder blades, pressing her closer so that they are skin on skin. He involuntarily jerks his hips upwards and is surprised and embarrassed by the low moan he releases that is lost in the sound of Y/N’s whimper. “Are you okay?” He asks, pushing her hair away from her face. “No no no no, that felt really good, Jug. I was just surprised is all.” She brushes the hair away from his face and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and drags her mouth slowly to his neck, sucking lightly on the skin just beneath his ear. He lets out a soft moan and arches into her, and she pulls away from him with a strangled moan of her own. And then she reaches between them for his belt, hands brushing against the bulge in his jeans. Jughead gasps and grabs for her hand desperately, pulling it away from his belt. “I’m sorry,” she says immediately, rolling off of him and onto the mattress. “I’m so sorry, I should have asked first.” “I just… it’s okay… I just don’t want to do… that.” Jughead tries to explain through his panting.

“Okay. I’m really sorry, Jughead.” She reaches out, but isn’t sure whether he wants her to touch him right now. He grips her hand and laces their fingers together, letting it rest on his stomach. “It’s okay,” he says again and he’s not sure if he’s telling her that, or himself. He turns so that they are facing each other and she traces the curve of his jaw with her fingertips lightly, asking him in a whisper if it’s okay. He nods, leaning forward to kiss her chin and her cheek and then pushes himself up on one elbow so that he can kiss her forehead. She reciprocated by pressing a lingering kiss to each freckle.

They spend their last night together at the drive-in exchanging lazy kisses and sharing personal stories that would leave them feeling vulnerable and weak in the light of day. They touch each other gently, and make each other laugh (“I used to think that you were a blizzard: cold and dangerous. Now I know that you’re a summer rain: hot and electric. And getting me wet.”).

In the morning Jughead makes sure to kiss her on every square inch of the projectionist’s booth. It turns out she was right, after that night they didn’t meet up at Pop’s or say hi in the hallways. Jughead tried keeping tabs on her, seeking her out each day at school to look for any new bruises. But he got so busy with the Jason Blossom investigation, dealing with his broken family, and starting a new relationship with Betty that he didn’t even notice the day she disappeared.

But he would see her again.

Epilogue:

He hangs up the payphone, Betty’s voice trapped in his mind and turns to start his first day at Southside High when he sees her walking down the hall wearing a leather jacket two sizes too big. She’s walking with three other girls, and she looks happier than he’s ever seen her. She has laughter on her lips when she catches his eye.

Like metal to a magnet, he feels himself being pulled toward her. She says something to her friends and walks towards him as if in a trance. They meet in the middle and without warning she launches herself at him in a tight hug.

She smells different--like smoke, leather and honey.

“It’s so good to see you.” She tells him, burying her face in his neck and inhaling the familiar scent. He pulls back from her, his hands coming to cup her elbows gently. His eyes move rapidly over her face, memorizing the slight changes in her appearance. She’s wearing dark makeup, and her lips are quirked in the quiet smile she used to give him at the drive-in. There is an unbridled energy in her eyes that he’s never seen before.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her breathlessly. Her smile stays in place, but her eyes go sad.

“Not too long after the drive-in closed, there was a big storm brewing. It was the biggest storm to ever hit and someone called the police. When Sheriff Keller showed up he saw all of the destruction and I was put into foster care. My dad and I still see each other all the time, but I can’t be around my mom.”

“Did she hurt you?” Jughead asks her softly. His concern makes her eyes burn with emotion. She looks at the students in the hall and gestures for Jughead to lean down. She presses her cheek against his and whispers in his ear.

“She came at me with a knife. By the time Sheriff Keller showed up she had already cut me.” She pulls back from Jughead and shrugs her shoulder so that her leather jacket slips down her arm. There on her shoulder, pink and puckered, is a jagged scar about two inches in length. He reaches out and brushes his index finger over the raised skin.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. He’s not sure what the apology is: sorry for not being there, sorry I got caught up in my own shit and forgot about you, sorry this happened to you, sorry our safe haven got torn down?

“It’s okay. Things are better for me now.”

“Are you… are you happy?” Jughead asks. She beams at him, giving him another hug. He lets her sway them from side to side.

“I am, Jughead, I really am. I just wish you could be, too.” She pulls away and steps back from him, lest she be tempted to keep touching him. With a tilt of their head they begin to walk down the hall together. “So last I heard you were living with Archie Andrews. How’d you end up at Southside?”

“Things at Archie’s didn’t work out. I’m with a southside foster family now.” They reach the doors of the cafeteria and Y/N pauses and turns to him.

“I guess that means I’ll be seeing you around.” She starts walking backwards, keeping him in her sights for as long as possible.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.” He watches her walk away, not realizing that he is subconsciously looking for the Serpent patch until she turns around and he sees it clear as day: the two headed snake.

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bonnie & clyde

mobster! dean au pt2

   →word count: 3k

   →warnings: graphic violence

   →a/n: this is part 2 to my dean au, for anybody who may have wanted this (lol i doubt anyone cared enough) but enjoy

pt1 here

you woke up to an unfamiliar light - sunlight.

dean's body practically engulfed yours, both of your bodies facing in the direction of his window. his shallow breathes warmed your neck and his brawny arms trapped you against him. without waking him, you twisted to get a better view of his sleeping form.

last night, he had looked like a dangerous man, cold and hard - yet still sexy. but in the softness of the sunrise, he looked much more innocent. the side you'd seen to dean 12 hours ago had changed to an entirely softer one. his dark fringe fell over his forehead and eyes, and you went to gently brush it away, but his eyes fluttered open at the touch.

he grunted slightly, but then smiled at you, "morning."

you placed a kiss on his forehead lightly.

"morning, do you want me to go make us coffee?"

"that," he stretched out with a  yawn, muscles looking more prominent, "sounds grand."

----

"he's gonna come after us."

"no he won't, you got me remember?"

"i'm starting to question if that's a good thing or not."

as dark as the situation was, you found yourself smiling at dean's lightheartedness. no matter how troubled you got by what seemed like the inevitable, he would never let it last.

"i'm glad i make you smile so much," he took another gulp of his black coffee.

"why?"

he swallowed, "because your smile's one of the prettiest i've seen. and i've seen a lot of pretty smiles."

"oh have you now?"

he chuckled at you. his roommates were all watching tv in the living room next to you, and they snickered at your question.

"oh believe me," bobby called over, "this boy has not seen much action since i've known him."

you smiled, almost pleased with the answer. dean looked over at you nervously, as if not having lots of experience was shameful. you felt relieved that he hadn't slept around.

"dean," you cupped his cheek and settled further into his lap, "i'm gonna be honest, i'm kind of glad your not that kind of guy."

his body softened now, his grip on your (his) t-shirt less clenched. the two of you had been mindlessly chatting to one another on the sofa for the past hour or so, still exhausted after the previous night. you could get lost in the idle chat, it was so easy, and carefree.

"i gotta work tonight, but your welcome to come to the pit with me. or you could always stay at the apartment with vin, it's up to you."

as nice as vin was, he had made a habit of making uncomfortable comments, and truthfully, you wanted to spend time with dean.

"the pit sounds good. what exactly is it?"

"our turf."

"ah, so is it like a club?"

he glanced over at his roommates, who all exchanged a similar look.

"uh i guess you can call it that."

---

the pit was nothing like a club. it was an old warehouse that had been done up into what looked like an underground fight club. it had a bar in the corner and back rooms all around the sides, and in the middle was a big fighting ring.

dean's arm wrapped comfortably around your waist and the atmosphere made you on-edge enough to curl further into his warm side.

"you okay?" dean's brow furrowed at your small, intimidated stature.

"i'm just a little overwhelmed," you said breathily, "i though it was gonna be a club."

earlier on in the day, dean had taken you out shopping for new clothes and possessions that you had obviously left behind. you weren't in any position to say no and so with each shop you walked out of you had yet another bag laden on your arm. dean spoilt you with luxurious clothing, he wanted you to be treated right. and you weren't the kind of girl to refuse such a kind offer.

"it's kind of a club," he scratched his head sheepishly, "it's a fight club. not like the fight club, but a fight club none the less."

since he'd splashed the cash a little on you, you'd decided to go for a simple, but short black dress with thigh high boots and a big fur coat over the top. if you were out with dom, he'd expect an outfit exactly like this, dressing like this was almost second nature.

but now you saw where you really were, you felt really exposed.

dean could sense your discomfort, "relax, you're with me. and no ones gonna mess with you if i'm around."

it wasn't possessive, it was just protective. you craved it more than any thing.

a tall, extremely muscular guy came up to dean, and have him a firm hand-shake-pat-on-the-back-hug that mobsters would do with one another.

"dean, it's nice to see you again. you in the ring tonight?"

you were surprised, "you fight?"

the tall guy looked at you like he'd just noticed you now, '"and who's this delight?"

"joey this is y/n, y/n this is my boss, joey."

he grabbed your hand and placed his lips on it politely. the action shocked you, but you didn't mind, it was respectful, not creepy.

"it's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman," his eyes slimmed as he studied your face even further, "i recognise you from somewhere."

your heart rate quickened drastically, you couldn't get caught now. you were finally free, it couldn't be over so soon. not when you'd finally found a shot at happiness with a good guy.

"she's just someone i met out of town," dean covered up your tracks with a simple lie.

"oh of course, you wouldn't be stupid enough to take an already taken girl, now would you dean?"

he knew.

"he's coming here tonight," he continued, "i suggest you leave before your fucked. and dean, i thought i taught you better. you never take unless it actually belongs to you."

your blood felt white-hot as anger burned all through you.

"oi, i suggest you watch the way you talk about me. i chose to leave by myself. dean just happened to be there to help at the right place and right time. so next time you wanna talk to me with that kinda language, i suggest you watch your fucking tongue before i rip it out your head, capishe?"

the two of them stared down at you, wide-eyed. who would ever expect such a pretty girl to have such a foul mouth? dean smiled at you and started to speak, before getting interrupted.

"y/n,"

fuck.

"i thought you knew by now that men don't like being told what to do."

dom.

"you did find out the hard way after all."

you were too frozen in shock to even turn around and confirm the owner of the voice.

"stay the fuck away from her," dean had his hand gripped firmly around your wrist, too afraid that letting go of it would mean letting go of you.

"or what, pretty boy? you gonna fight me?"

the scene had formed its own audience, mobsters from gangs all around had circled around to watch dom fuck up yet another guy.

but not on your watch.

dean smirked at dom, his confidence seeming a little miscalculated, "your on. i know how you fight, you get one of your men to do it for you. and then you sit back and watch on your pathetic ass. i don't think you've ever been in a fight, let alone won one."

"you so sure about that?"

"yep."

dom wasn't getting anywhere with this, he couldn't find any way to intimidate dean. to some, it was comical to watch one of the most feared mobsters get shut down so breezily. to others, it was seen as a death wish

"i haven't got all day, i gotta job to do, so if we're gonna fight, i'd rather we got started and cracked on," dean was pushing his luck, and  dom's patience.

"you're really getting on my nerves now pretty boy," dom's jaw clenched in fury.

"you've been getting on my nerves since you decided to treat such an amazing girl like a piece of trash. if you'd taken your time to appreciate how truly remarkable she is, then maybe i wouldn't be pissing you off so much."

you gasped at how astounding his words were.

"so are we gonna keep pissing each other off, or are we actually gonna fight?"

the audience whooped and hollered at dean's rebellious attitude. if there's one thing a mobster likes, it's a rebel.

the two of them walked over to the ring, deans grip still around your wrist, "if i end up getting really hurt, whatever you do, don't try and help me."

"but-"

"no y/n, you have to promise you won't get in that ring."

you suddenly noticed the absence of gloves, tape and gumshield.

this was a bare-knuckle fight.

dean shrugged off his jacket and unbuttons the shirt slowly, as you should have been doing for him later on tonight. but unfortunately the tables have turned and fate didn't seem to rest on your grounds anymore. we weren't as foolishly free as you had thought.

joey hopped in the ring and called the two of them to the middle, dean and dom both shirtless and looking very ready to hit each other.

"okay we still have rules here," joey glanced at dom, "this is a one round fight, so no weapons, no spitting, no biting and no scratching. this isn't a lady fight."

the audience laughed at his sexist joke, but you couldn't be bothered to get angry at anything except the soon to come fight.

"are we ready," joey called out.

"3,"

dean and dom positioned themselves.

"2,"

the room silenced.

"1,"

good luck dean.

"fight!"

dom was offensive so he therefore got the first swing, which was smoothly blocked by dean. dom took yet another, but again his actions were blocked.

dean now punched, straight into his stomach, the blow causing dom to stumble back. dean now used this to take a couple more punches, one to the face this time. the impact of knuckle against cheek was evident through the audiences yells. even to this day, you still winced at the noise.

dom looked up at dean with blood dripping down his face. you had no emotion except pleasure at seeing dom's pain.

"why you little," dom hisses at dean, and charges straight towards him, pinning him to the floor. where dean may have been smart and quick at fighting, dom had more weight and strength. he took no time in punching dean in the face, the sound of dean's head hitting the floor as it was whacked against it.

from the edge of the ring, all you could see was dean's struggling body start to get more and more weak under dom's punches. his head was being punched back and forth, tilted to look at you. his eye was already starting to blacken, his lip was busted and bleeding and his right cheek was swollen with a small nick on the bone, blood also trickling from that.

you were frozen at the sight, the ugliness of dean's injuries chilling you to the bone.

you knew how dom's men fought, and you knew that dom fought the same way. and he hadn't fought dirty yet. in everyone of his men's left pocket was a smaller inner pocket that held a tiny, easily concealed switch blade. you saw dom's hand reach to pull it out.

"dean watch out! he's got a knife!"

dom made a quick swipe along dean's torso, now even more blood covering his body.

dean escaped dom's grasp and gripped his wrist in an attempt to get him to drop the knife. even in dean's weak state, he was resilient, unable to give up just yet.

dean shoved hardly on dom's chest, and he finally got back up onto his feet.

"you piece of shit," dean spit out blood, "no weapons."

"i don't know what you're talking about," dom smirked at him, then very quickly at you, "won't be long baby, i'll get you back soon."

dean lunged onto him and started throwing out punches, but dom was no where near as damaged as him, dean was losing blood rapidly, so he easily blocked them all. dean tried to kick him instead, but yet again dom had managed to block him. he hooked into dean's chin, the blow forcing dean onto the floor.

"giving up yet?"

"never."

dom sighed and kicked him in the stomach, a groan elicited from dean. he got on all fours and made an attempt at standing up, blood dripping from his cut.

but dom just kicked him back down, and kicked his head. dean yelled out in pain, clearly on the edge. you were struggling to watch, each blow to dean making the tears that were close to falling even closer.

dom reached down and grabbed dean by the throat, his face turning red and panicked as he weakly attempted to breath. his fingers tried to pull his hand off of him.

"i hope this fight was enough to prove that you should never steal what belongs to me."

and with that, he punches dean one last time straight in the face, and let's his body sink to the floor.

"oh and you're not the only one who's in a lot of trouble with me," he looked over at you with a menacing smile, "she's got quite a lot to answer to as well."

when dean would have automatically jumped up to your defence, his body stayed limp on the floor.

"dean! no, no let go of me!" dom trapped your waist and started to pull you out of the club.

"i hope you're ready for the punishment i have prepared."

you paled at the thought.

an idea came over you, and you stopped struggling entirely.

"dom i'm so sorry, he kidnapped me. i didn't have a choice. but i didn't do anything wrong."

"you were defending him before though?"

"i was scared you'd win and hurt me. i didn't know what else to do."

he thought about the statement for a little while, trying to know if he should believe you or not.

"are being completely honest with me baby?"

you shuddered at the old nickname.

"of course dom, you know i'd never lie to you."

he smirked and pulled you against him, caged into his build. he crushed his lips onto yours, tongue entering your mouth forcefully. you started to pull the hem of your dress up, past your stockings, his hands tracing along your thighs with you.

you felt the warm metal of the gun and grabbed it. placing it on the small of his back, you clicked the hammer back and readied it for fire. you stayed in the close position the two of you were in, so as not to draw attention.

"i suggest you let me go or i will shoot, dom," you whispered into his ear.

"why you little-"

"genius? why thank you. now i'm gonna give you 5 seconds to let me go quietly or i will pull the trigger."

"what if i shoot you first?"

"you're gun is on the inside of your jacket which you very stupidly left on the outside of the ring. you have no weapon to shoot with."

you had him in a box, and he had no choice.

"you're bluffing, you'd never shoot me."

"you're 5 seconds are gone and you're really underestimating me."

you pushed him back and shot his thigh twice, one dangerously close to his crotch. he sunk to his knees and gripped the wound strongly.

"fuck! you bitch!"

"all your men have left and there's no one here to protect you anymore. so i strongly advice you leave whilst you can."

"fuck you y/n."

"your choice."

you shot straight at his crotch this time. he screamed so loudly the whole building went silent.

"that's for dean."

you walked over and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to curl up.

"that's for all the people you've cheated out of money and lives."

you took one final aim at his face, your pointy, heeled boot effortlessly coming into contact with his already injured features.

"and that's for me and every single way you hurt me."

the room's silence was now filled with cheers as the most hated mobster was finally put in his place. and not one person dared to say otherwise.

you couldn't give two shits about anybody else in the room other than dean. you sprinted over to the ring again and jumped straight in.

"dean!"

his body was hidden by joey's and you couldn't tell if he was even alive or not. there wasn't any movement.

"let me see him," you pushed joey out of the way to find an unconscious dean - bloody and bruised. his cut had been dressed and his face wiped slightly to remove the dried up blood.

"oh my god," you fell on your knees next to him, just like this morning you brushed his fringe out of his eyes, but they didn't open at the touch this time.

"dean please be okay. we won, we beat dom," you spoke softly to his senseless body, "just please wake up."

by his point, dom had been carried out by a few men, and was told to "never show your cheating face here again."

you had however, collapsed into dean and were sobbing like a mere child lost in a new city. after all the drama and despair of the last 24 hours, you felt exhausted and completely hopeless. it wasn't like you to cry, you'd never let yourself before. but there was something about all of the action that had caused something to break.

"why are you crying?"

his hands very slowly came to pull your head up to meet his. one of his eyes looked into yours, the other swollen shut.

"you're okay!"

"somewhat, yes," he smiled at you, then remembered dom, "what happened to-"

"i shot him in the balls. he won't be an issue with us anymore, i can promise you that."

his eyes twinkled in amazement of your courage and strength. he pulled you down to him, his arms squeezing around your shoulders.

he sighed contently, "that's my girl."

you giggle and pull him up onto his feet.

"you alright to stand up?"

"absolutely fine."

he stabled himself out then grabbed his shirt and draped it over himself, not even bothering to button it back up.

the two of you walked out of there hand in hand, not even looking back to reassure yourselves. you both did that for each other anyway.

dean's swollen and bruised face looked so out of place with his eye-creasing grin.

"i may look like shit, and i probably need some medical attention, but tonight has been pretty cool."

you laugh and swing your arm around his shoulders, his hand instinctively coming round your waist.

the two of you stay like that for a little longer, just walking down the street. you looked an odd pairing, almost feared. but you two couldn't care less, you had all the time in the world, wherever you desired. whatever you desired. whoever you desired.

and right now you craved a bed, in an apartment, with dean.